Kissing Practice - Part 3 Enjoy - please help out nifty with a contribution if you can. This story is about a budding mm relationship - proceed if you want.
Saturday - After the movie
Keith biked a few feet behind Ian as they headed to the mall. Ian had removed his shirt so he could enjoy the breeze. In the height of summer, he'd never be able to do that without getting a painful sunburn, but this time of year he was without worries. From where he was at, it looked like Ian's backside was hairless, although Keith knew he had a soft coating of blonde down covering most of his skin.
Stop that! Keith admonished himself. That was the third time he'd found himself gazing at his friend. Ever since Wednesday, he'd been replaying their kiss in his head. And now he found him fixated on his friend's bare backside.
Wednesday night
Keith was lying in bed spending a little quality time with himself before falling asleep. He had begun by picturing Amy (a blonde girl in his homeroom) slowly take off her shirt and bra before she leaned to kiss him. As the moment of truth approached and his hand quickened its motion, his mental fantasy altered and he found himself on the couch playing Stargazer with Ian. Ian pulled off his shirt and leaned in and began to kiss him - deep - his tongue invading his mouth --- and --- and --- and Keith exploded with a grunt.
He had been lying on the top of his covers, boxer briefs pulled down below his sack. He only wore underwear to bed, so he was naked from the waist up. The first shot was incredibly powerful and landed on his lips! Without thinking, his tongue darted out and tasted the liquid deposit. Realizing what he had done, Keith quickly wiped the mess from his mouth and spit out a couple of times, trying to remove the foreign taste. Not that he'd ever admit inadvertently tasting his own cum - but if he did, Keith would claim it was wretched.
Yet the next night as he lay once again in bed playing with himself, he raised his hips slightly at the moment of climax so his junk angled towards his upper body. If you asked him why he had done that, he wouldn't have been able to tell you the true answer, because his subconscious would let him. No could not admit to himself that he did it in the hope of scoring another shot...
Back to Saturday
They arrived at the mall and headed to the food court. As they stood in line at the philly cheese steak stand, Aaron and Andrew, twin brothers from their class, walked through the door. Aaron and Andrew were identical twins, each sporting dirty blonde hair and light blue eyes. No one would mistake them, however, because Aaron liked to sport a high tight in anticipation of attending the Air Force Academy the following year, and Andrew grew his out to shoulder length. He was also a tad bit bigger than his brother. Aaron ran cross country with Ian. Andrew was some type of geek-surfer hybrid. It would be toss-up who finished first in the class and who finished second.
The two brothers joined Ian and Keith in line and soon the four were sitting at a booth enjoying foot long sandwiches bulging with juicy meat and covered in a creamy cheese sauce. Ian and Keith sat on one side and Andrew and Aaron on the other.
Keith felt relieved at the arrival of the twins. The tension he had felt building in him all afternoon by being around Ian melted instantly. It was like he had moved from some type of alternate reality, where Ian was a strange source of energy, back to real world, where they were simply best of friends.
Aaron looked up at Ian. With a smile he commented, "I heard about your epic departure from prom last night."
"Seriously?" Ian asked, slightly miffed.
"Not many people would tell Karen to ... 'fuck off'" Aaron used air quotes to emphasize the quote.
"You haven't dated her," Aaron replied sullenly. Unfortunately he understood what Aaron meant. A pit of anxiety began to grow in his stomach. Karen could be mean and petty. She might have the type of brown eyes and flowing brunette hair a guy could lose his mind over, but she also had a vindictive streak a mile wide.
"No, hos, I haven't dated her ... and I never would. I plan on keeping my family jewels. Karen has a way of going for the privates ... figuratively of course. She wouldn't stoop to actually kicking you in the nuts. ... At least I don't think so," Aaron offered.
Andrew picked up where his brother had left off. "I hear she's spreading it around that you left early because you weren't man enough for Lisa ... or any girl for that matter."
Ian's face flared crimson. Keith wasn't sure if it was from anger or embarrassment.
"What's she saying exactly?" Ian asked quietly. Keith recognized his friend's mood now. Ian was getting a little hot under the collar. In this manner, Ian could definitely be the somewhat stereo-typical hot blooded Irishman.
Andrew's smooth roguish face took on a slight embarrassed caste. "Umm, well ... you know," his voice dropped to a near whisper. "That you ... ahh ... play for the other team." He lifted his hand off the table and let his wrist go limp to give meaning to his words.
The color drained from his face and Keith realized he had gone from a simmering anger to stunned shock.
"She's saying I'm gay?" Ian asked, also in a near whisper. The incredulity in his voice obvious.
Aaron, Ian's fellow cross-country runner, was a closer friend to Ian than his brother. Both boys got along well with Ian and Keith and often hung out with them on weekends. They lived in the same neighbor hood and tended to spend a much of their outdoor time together. But the bond of running dozens of mile together each week tended to forge friendships that echoed those forged in the heat of battle. Seeing Ian's look, Aaron decided to come to his aid.
"Don't sweat it, bro. No one believes that wrench. You're as studly as they come. Hell, if I were a chick I'd let you bone me." Aaron laughed at the idea.
Without thinking, Ian quipped, "If you're man enough, I'm gay enough," and joined in Aaron's laughter.
Keith didn't understand that exchange at all. Nor why it had caused all the tension to drain off Ian.
Andrew was also clearly perplexed by the cryptic exchange. Unlike Keith, though, his consternation stemmed from the sudden vivid picture of a naked Ian slipping his red haired trimmed sausage in and out of his brother's bung hole. The picture was by no means unappealing to Andrew; he just didn't want it to lead to an awkward bulge of his fly.
The other two boys' sudden confusion showing on their faces was enough to send Aaron and Ian into an even stronger bout of laugher. After several moments, they both settled down. Ian felt 100 times better. He could give a care less what Karen thought ... or said for that matter. Actually, the only reason Andrew's revelation had hit him so hard, was that the image of the kiss he had shared with Keith had come to mind. Briefly he had even asked himself, Am I gay? but Aaron's bantering had banished that ridiculous though from his head.
"Care to explain that last exchange, brother dearest?" Andrew inquired of Aaron.
"Dude, it just something from the team. You know Tim Putawski and Greg Stein? They graduated last year? "
Andrew nodded in the affirmative and his brother continued,"Last year at one of the practices, we'd just finished some overdistance and were all feeling a bit goofy and messing around. Tim and Greg started trading barbs back and forth. You know, like, 'Your mama's so fat' jokes. Anyway, Greg pulled out a polish joke and Time responded with 'Blow me.'
"You know Greg, he always speaks before he thinks. Well, HE replies, "I'm man enough, if you're gay enough.'
"Tim's about to retaliate with some another slam. He even breathes in to give it extra umpf. And then just stops and says, 'What?'
"Greg stops too and thinks about what he just said. He gets this screwed up look on his face and simply says, 'Um, that didn't come out right.'
"Tim thinks about it for a second. He then says, 'No, it didn't' and begins to laugh. By this time the whole team is laughing. Ever since, that's been a running joke among the team. Someone will say 'blow me' or make some other gay reference to another teammate, and the expected response is ..."
Keith and Andrew finished, "I'm man enough, if you're gay enough..."
"Exactly," Aaron affirmed.
The four boys sat for a minute or so finishing off their sandwiches. As he swallowed his last bite, licking the white cheesy goo that had leaked from the meat from his fingers, Andrew asked innocently, "Did anyone ever take up the offer?" He smiled to hide that fact that he seriously wanted to know....
Aaron, not understanding the intent of his brother, took it as the joke Andrew passed it off as. "Of course not, you jack ass." He emphasized the endearment with a light swat to back of his brother's head.
Aaron turned his attention back to Ian and Keith. "So what are you guys up to tonight? Heading over to the Strand? They're having an After Prom Dance tonight for all those who didn't go." After a slight pause he add, "or who tanked their prom." The Strand was a club just off the beach. They had two different dance floors, one for the over 21 crowd and one for 16 to 20 crowd.
Keith answered for them. "Hadn't really planned on it. I'm crashing at Ian's tonight. Probably place some gamestation or watch some TV."
Andrew added his two cents worth. "You should come to the Strand. I hear Karen's gossip has back fired on her. A couple of the girls I talked to earlier were of the opinion that Karen's just jealous of our boy Ian her - that she just wants Lisa to herself. Certified muff-diver is what they think she is," he editorialized at the end. "Anyway, they implied they wouldn't mind taking Lisa's place as Ian's significant other."
Ian's face lit up, "Really?" he quipped. He turned to his seat mate and said, "Keith we should go for a bit."
Keith fought down the sudden and unexplained feeling of jealousy that swept over him. Then tension he had been feeling earlier came back with a vengeance. Not wanting to explore what those feelings meant, he told himself that finding some female attention was exactly what he needed right then. "Sure, let's go," he answered....
More to come. Jasper - redwolf94@protonmail.com