Kissing Practice - Part 4
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Earlier - At the Strand
Andrew moved around the dance floor, not really dancing with anyone. The ones who wanted to dance with him weren't exactly his type. ... The ones he wanted to dance with .... Well, let's just say, it wouldn't be prudent. The old 80s song came into his head, *** I'm dancing with myself... oh, oh oh." For some reason it finally dawned on him what Billy
Idol was actually talking about in that song. He was pretty sure he'd be "dancing with himself" when he got home from the dance.
He looked over again at Keith and Ian. Keith was apparently in his glory. "People watching" was an avid hobbies of his. He'd made it his life's ambition to be able to read people. Andrew wasn't sure what good that skill would be. Maybe he could be a CIA agent or head to Vegas and run the poker tables. Andrew analyzed Keith, by examining his body language and facial expression. What he saw was the picture of a parched man drinking heavily from the watering hose. The attention Tina was given him was manna from heaven was sending him into all kinds of orbits.
He admired Keith, he was obviously into Tina, but he wasn't pushy about it. Keith's last fling (they hadn't gone out long enough to call it dating) Girl's name was a good friend friend of his. She had shared with Andrew that Keith was a perfect gentleman around her. Oh, not that he didn't want to do stuff, but he never pressured her. Keith had had a way of signaling to her that he wanted her desperately, but he was willing to wait for her. Name had confided to Andrew that she sorely regretted letting him go.
Andrew smiled to himself. He was pretty confident that the rumors about Keith weren't true, which was fine with him. To be sure, Andrew would not turn him down, but Andrew had more of a thing for redheads ... or, he admitted to himself ... one redhead in particular.
His eyes drifted over to object of his contemplations. Ian was dancing with Jen almost as intensely as Keith with Tina ... but something was different. Andrew had been at the dance last night. The whole night Ian had been tense and on edge. He couldn't help but think at the time that Ian really didn't want to be there with Lisa. He assumed (rightly to be sure) that Karen was a major contributor to that tension. As he considered how the night ended for Ian, he had to say he really wasn't surprised. He had long ago speculated about the rumor that Karen had "started" last night. Hell, he was pretty sure most of the senior class had speculated about that rumor. That boy wore his emotions towards Keith on his sleeve.
Knowing Ian as well as he did, a friendship that had begun back in kindergarten, Andrew also deeply suspected that Ian did not actually have a clue about his feelings. Ian was the kindest, sweetest, funniest guy in the school. He'd bend over backwards -- Ian regretfully banished the image of Ian bending over from his mind -- for anyone. But, aside from Jen, he hardly ever gave any of the girls the time of day. Not that he was rude at all, he just didn't seem to be interested ... except for Jen. But even Jen became an afterthought to Ian when Keith showed up. It wasn't anything obvious, but a bigger smile, a more comfortable set of shoulders, a few more witty jokes.
Jen was the one reason Andrew wouldn't have wagered all he had on the rumor being true. It could very well be that he was straight as an arrow and the arrow was pointed dead center on Jen.
Andrew didn't quite believe that though.
He let his gaze drift around the room some more. He couldn't afford to be caught stalking his heartthrob. Yet, every five or ten minutes, Andrew would find Ian back in his sights. About the fourth time this happened, he finally realized how Ian's dancing was different from Keith's. Keith was being suave and .... well horny, for lack of a better word. Keith looked like a stud horse yearning to play with the filly in heat. His father had instilled in him a proper respect for women, and so he wouldn't just jump her bones ... but he would if social restrains suddenly evaporated.
Ian was enjoying himself, but it was much more an enjoyment from contentment. He realized who Jen and Ian looked like dancing ... an old married couple. They were really into each other, but not in a passion sense, but as best of friends sense. It was the kind of friendship where you could let go an air biscuit with feeling the least bit embarrassed. He turned his attention to Jen for a moment and saw that she most likely felt the same way towards him. There was great chemistry between them, but it wasn't sexual in the least.
Maybe there was some hope after all. Andrew let a smile fill his face as he returned to dancing. Yes, he'd be dancing with himself later on, and he knew exactly what his thoughts would be on at the time ....
Later - Outside the Strand
Ian watched the two girls walk back towards the Strand. "Ready?" he asked Keith. The Strand was about 10 blocks from Ian's house. They had biked back from the mall after supper and quickly changed at the house. Ian was ready to held home. Again he felt a mild feeling of anticipation.
"Sure, let's go," Keith replied as he unconsciously tapped Ian on the shoulder to indicate he was ready.
The touch sent shivers down his back. Ian started walking and Keith followed. He was quiet, trying to decide how to bring up what Jen and he had discussed. Jen had strongly implied that Tina was having the same conversation with Keith. What did that mean for them? Did he actually want that - the two of them to be - what? - gay lovers? He looked over at Keith ... really looking at him. Ian couldn't deny there was some type of attraction. Life did seem to get better whenever Keith was around, even when he was pissed at him. Lately especially, anytime they made body contact, goosebumps traveled over his body.
But did that mean he was gay for Keith? Ian understood how gay sex worked. Well, maybe not understood, but having finished kindergarten years earlier, he got the whole pegs and holes concepts. There were only a couple of options for guy holes into which Ian could place his peg. He had a brief image of trying to put his dick up Keith's ass and couldn't stop the snicker that came out of his mouth. The idea seemed ludicrous to him. Of course, Ian had to admit to himself, the idea of sticking his pecker in a girl weirded him out as well.
"What?" Keith asked, turning to look at Ian as they walked.
Ian wasn't about to admit that he'd just pictured himself dicking Keith, so he simply replied, "Sorry, I was just remembering the look on Karen's face when she saw Jen kissing me."
"True dat" Keith replied. The boys went quiet again as they walked. Year's of friendship made it possible to simply be in each other's presence without the need to fill every moment with chatter.
Ian was still trying to think of how to bring up the whole conversation with Jen thing, when Keith broke the silence first.
"Damn, bro, tonight is exactly what I needed. Some quality female time. When I saw Jen coming over, I figured Tina was just tagging along. Thankfully, she was up to more than that." The grin on his face spoke volumes.
Ian was completely unprepared for Keith's proclamation. He suddenly felt reality shift again. What Keith just said did not jibe with the conversation he thought Keith had had with Tina.
As nonchalantly as possible, Ian decided to ask, "So ... what did you and Tina talk about when you left the Strand?"
"Talk?" Keith inquired. "Can't say we did much talking." He paused for a moment. "I mean I guess we spoke ... but it was on a more physical level, if you know what I mean."
Ian tried to keep the incredulity off his face. His mind raced for something to say ... to ask a question that would clear things up.
"So are you two an item now?" was what he came up with.
Keith paused to consider his answer. "Maybe ... we didn't exactly make some formal pact or something. When we left, we said we'd see each other at school on Monday."
They arrived on Ian's block and the presence of lights on at his house saved him from having to inquire more. At first, the lights confused him, but as he got nearer, he say his brother's yellow Camaro in the driveway. "Rusty's home," he said managing to keep the tinge of disappointment out of his voice.
Rusty was Ian's older brother by 3 years. He and Rusty got along real well, but he would have preferred to be alone with Keith. He still wasn't sure what was going on with him and his feelings, but he was honest enough with himself to recognize he'd like to find out.
"That's cool. Guess I'll have to share your bed tonight." Keith normally slept in the spare bedroom, which was Rusty's old room. They hadn't shared a bed since middle school, which was before Rusty moved out. Keith had said that last statement in an off-handed manner, but Ian thought he had heard a slight eagerness in it. He couldn't decide if he was hearing what he wanted to hear, or what was really there. The whirlwind of emotions and feelings kept swirling around Ian.
They walked in the back door and headed towards Ian's room, which was on the second floor. As they got to the stairs, they were greeted with a high pitched girlish squeal. They stopped in their tracks. It was obvious that Rusty had brought home a friend and probably wasn't expecting his younger brother to be home. The two boys looked at each other with impish grins and, after a silent communication between the two, proceeded stealthily up the steps.
Rusty's door was wide open. His naked hairy ass was moving vigorously up and down, in and out of some dark haired lady. Just as they arrived at the top of the stairs, her eyes happened upon the two interlopers. She screamed, and pushed Rusty off her. In the same motion, she managed to grab a bed sheet and pull it over her naked body.
Rusty, however, ended up outside the sheet. He had rolled over on his back and propped himself up on his elbows. His rigid hard member was glistening and pointing straight up, looking like a geyser about to blow. There was definitely a big bead of pre-cum sitting atop his cock. Rusty had about an inch on Ian (height wise) but had avoided the Irish tones of skin and hair that Ian had received from their mother. Instead he had medium brown, short cropped hair, with a light covering of fur on his legs and arms. Ian couldn't help but notice with a bit of satisfaction that what Rusty achieved in stature, he lost out on where counted.
"Oh shit, sorry, little brother. I thought you had gone with mom and dad this weekend." Rusty rolled over and reached off the side of the bed. He pulled up a pair of athletic shorts, which he slipped on. He then motioned over to the girl and introduced her. "This is Kimber ... Kimber, my brother Ian and his guy Keith."
Ian suddenly realized that this was the first time he'd ever seen another guy hard. In the moment before Rusty slipped on his shorts, Ian had been assailed with a ripe oder that must have emanated from his brother's crotch. The smell and the sight brought a clarity to Ian. With his mouth watering slightly, he decided he could picture one of his holes that he'd like someone's peg to fit in.
"His guy?" she asked, "You two gay?"
Ian, confronted with that question for the third time that night, felt like a deer caught in headlights.
Keith, who often reverted to sarcasm when all else failed, replied as if it was the honest truth, "Yep, he's my boy." He grabbed Ian by the shoulder and pulled him into a side hug. Ian was pretty sure Keith was simply bantering, but hearing Keith call him "my boy" and suddenly being enclosed in his man-scent made Ian feel a bit giddy.
Rusty cracked up. "Probably, they just don't know it yet." The slight sneer on Rusty's face spoke volumes to Ian. That quip was for the two of them busting in on his action. Rusty also gave Ian a questioning look, like he was asking, "well are you?"
"Come on," Keith said pulling at Ian's arm. "Let your brother get his rocks off."
"Close the door, will ya?" Rusty cried out, as he was already leaning back into Kimberly, or whatever her name was. Keith grabbed the door handle and pulled the door shut ... with a little more force than necessary.
Thankfully Ian's room was at the other side of the house. They had a hallway and two bedrooms between them, so for the most part the boys could not hear the amorous activities of Ian's older brother. They entered and Keith closed the door behind them to add one more layer of sound dampening.
Ian's room was painted light green. Against the far wall, below a window overlooking the backyard was Ian's queen size bed covered in a Star Wars quilt. His walls were adorned with video game and movie posters. There was a desk and bookshelf on one wall, a dresser on the other. On the wall adjacent to the window, a second door opened into a private bathroom. This bedroom had once been used by Ian's grandfather and Ian's dad had added the bathroom for his benefit.
The moment the door shut, Ian felt a tension spring up in the room that was almost palpable. He was pretty sure Keith felt it too.
To ease things a bit, Ian asked the first thing that came to mind. He'd intended it as a little light banter, but realized as the question left his lips, that he hoped for an affirmed, but feared a negative. "So ... I'm your boy?" he tried not to let the hope tinge the question.
Keith looked at him for a long sentence ... and Ian realized he'd said a lot more than he ever thought four words could.
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