Kissing Practice - Part 6
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If you skipped reading Part 5, because you thought it was a repeat of Part 4, go back and read it. I failed to update the title to part 5,when I copy and pasted it from the previous submission.
Saturday Midnight - Ian's Room
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 instance ... and Ian realized he'd said a lot more than he ever thought four words could.
Finally Keith spoke, "I just got tired of everyone pushing that in our face. First Karen, then Andrew, then Tina, and finally that bimbo in your brother's room." His voice was slightly heated. Ian took that to mean that he found the whole idea repulsive.
Not sure why he felt suddenly defensive, Ian countered, "Our face? I'm the one everyone keeps say is gay." He couldn't keep the hurt out of voice.
"Dude, if you're gay ... who do you think your gay with?" Keith countered. This time, the heat was gone.
Keith's first statement repeated itself in Ian's head. "Wait ... you included Tina in your list ... You said you didn't talk after you walked out."
Keith looked sheepish, "Umm ... I said we didn't talk ... much."
Ian felt Keith's reply like a kick to the groin. He suddenly felt light headed and moved over to the bed so he could sit down on the edge. Why had Keith denied that earlier? Was he mad at Ian? Would he lose Keith as a friend because I might be gay? He started to tremble and felt tears leak from his eyes.
Keith was by his side in an instant. "Whoa ... whoa ... whoa ... what's going on, hos?"
Ian couldn't find the words to speak. He was sure Keith would hate him. He really couldn't say why he thought that, but he did.
Keith also remained quiet. Eventually, though, he took a deep breath and started talking. "Tina did talk to me about her and Jen. And she approached me with the same offer that I imagine Jen spoke to you about."
Keith paused. Ian didn't say anything. He simply nodded his head slightly affirming Keith's implied question.
"I wasn't lying when I said it felt really good to have some female attention. It seemed to clear my head a bit." Keith started talking again. He was hesitant at first, but then seemed to just want to get everything in his head out in the open.
"That kiss we ... that is you and me ... shared really messed with my head, hos. I keep thinking about it. Every time you brush against me, I can feel your lips again." Keith had put his arm around Ian and was now messaging his back slightly.
Ian felt the panic inside him ebb away slightly. He looked up over at Keith. "It's the same with me," he whispered.
"Let me finish," Keith asked.
Ian wasn't sure what that meant, but Keith continued to rub his back, so the anxiety didn't return.
"Hanging out and dancing with Tina tonight seemed to make the world right again. I was no longer confused. Here was a girl and I was having fun with her. I figured it was just .... I don't know ..." he trailed off a bit.
Ian wasn't sure whether to be hopeful or prepared. Keith's diatribe was all over the place. One moment it sounded hopeful, the next like he was about to tell Ian they had to put his dog down.
"Anyway,"Keith picked up again, "When Tina pulled me outside and started talking ... we did make out for a bit first, by the way, I wasn't lying about that ... anyway ... when she started talking ... I was confused at first." He stopped for a moment and looked directly at Ian. What he said next sank Ian's heart. "Dude, I'm not gay." The last came out like an accusation.
Before, Keith could say another word, Ian stood up and pulled away from Keith. "I get it,"he said. "I'll go sleep on the couch."
Keith reached out to grab Ian's arm, but Ian pulled it away.
"Stop," Keith demand, "I'm not done."
"Sorry Keith, but I just can't take this right now," Ian replied trying to keep the tears out of his voice.
"Stop, dammit!" Keith said a little more forcefully. When Ian continued towards the door, Keith moved quickly. This time he did grab Ian's arm.
Ian tried to pull away, but Keith would let go.
Keith pulled Ian towards him. The move caused Ian to spin slightly and he found himself face to face with Keith. Keith grabbed him by the head . They stared in each other's eyes. Ian's eyes had the look of a beaten dog. The moment lasted an eternity.
Keith took a quick breath and pulled Ian's face towards him and kissed him full on the lips.
At first it was a bit tentative. But then just as quick, Keith asserted himself. Ian for his part resisted at the onset, but as Keith became more insistent, he allowed himself to be drawn in by Keith's presence. Keith felt like a kid who had tentatively tasted a dessert he wasn't sure about, only to discover it exploded with the greatest tastes once in his mouth. He tasted Ian and couldn't get enough to satiate his desire. The more Ian gave into Keith's passion, the more Keith's passion fed on Ian's submission.
Keith pulled Ian away from the door and toward the bed. In a swift motion he rotated the two of them and then pushed Ian down on the bed. Keith followed him and ended up lying on top of him, never having even come up for air yet. Ian wrapped his arms around him and Keith instinctively pressed his midriff in towards Ian's.
As he did, he felt himself stiffen up. In that instance, all he wanted was to drive himself into Ian and be one with him.
The pressure from his jeans jolted Keith. His eyes popped open and he rolled himself off Ian like his friend had sudden tuned into a blazing torch.
"Dammit!" he called out, with more than a little annoyance.
Ian froze ... and then sat up. If he thought he had been in a whirlwind earlier during his discussions with Jen, now he felt like he was in category 5 hurricane.
"What the hell was that?" He asked, not even trying to hide the irritation in his voice. Ian had no idea what he was feeling towards Keith at that moment. And he wasn't sure what Keith was doing. Did he think Ian was gay? Ian didn't even know that himself. Did Keith want to make out with him? Did he not? Did he want to make out with Keith?
Ian looked over at Keith ... and in that instants his anger evaporated. Keith was lying on his back, tears trailing down the sides of his face.
Keith was muttering to himself. "Dammit, I don't want this to be...."
Ian had no idea what was going on, but he knew Keith was hurting. He knew he was hurting bad. He also knew the only thing that would help was for them to talk it out.
He let himself fall back and simply said, "Talk to me Keith. I'll just listen."
Keith remained quiet, but Ian waited him out. Finally Keith began. "We did snog, you know. Me and Tina. I didn't make that part up. ... but we talked as well. ... We talked ... then snogged some more... then talked a bit ... and then came to an understanding... Well, a deal really.
"When she had me follow here outside the Strand, I seriously thought she wanted to go make out someplace ... and I seriously hoped for a little action. I wasn't joking about it being good to be around some female company.
"But then she talked about this idea of hers and Jen's. When I finally realized that she was strongly suggesting that you and I were .... Umm ... you know ... a .... Couple." He said the last word very quietly, like it was a curse word almost. "I let her know in no uncertain terms that she was wrong."
As he spoke, Keith moved his arm from over and found Ian's hand. He grabbed hold of it. Ian wasn't sure if Keith was looking for strength ... or trying to sooth Ian. Either way, Ian didn't mind.
Keith continued. "She just looked at me like ... 'oh really' ... We just stared at each other for a time. ... Then she proposed a deal. She said she would kiss me so thoroughly, and I quote 'my toe hairs would stand on end for week' ..." Ian couldn't help but laugh at that image and Keith joined in. He then became serious again ... "But only if I agreed that at some point, I would get you to have a similar make-out session with me." He paused to see how Ian would react to that revelation.
Ian remained still. He had struggled with the idea of being ... what? ... gay? ...Bi? ...Open-minded? ... with whatever it was he was. He couldn't fault Keith for having that same internal debate. Hell, Ian still wasn't sure what he was. Ian gently squeezed Keith's hand to encourage him to continue.
Kieth did. "She offered that if I could honestly say the session with her was better, she would be my honest girlfriend for two months. But if not, I had to be her cover boyfriend for at least the same period."
Keith went quiet again.
Ian's eyes went wide. He rolled on his side to face Keith. "I was better?" he asked, not succeeding in keeping a hint of pride out of his voice.
Keith rolled over on his side as well. There hands were still joined, only now they were actively caressing each other like some slow thumb wars battle. "Lord help me, but yes," he admitted and gave a tentative smile.
A little later ...
Rusty pulled out of Kimber having reached his third orgasm in as many hours. He gripped the base of his cock tight to make sure the rubber didn't slip off as he extracted himself. If he had the use the damn things, he didn't want it to be a wasted effect because he was careless. Once he was out of bed, he let go of his shaft and headed out the door to his bathroom, buck naked as the day he was born. Mom and dad weren't home and he could give a careless if Ian saw him. Hell he'd already saw him full monty .. and completely boned at that.
The common bathroom was down at the other end of the hall, right across from Ian's room. Grandpa had gotten that room because it was the easiest one on which to add a bathroom. Dad just hooked everything into the current plumbing of the main bathroom. Rusty walked, manhood semi-erect and still enclosed by the condom, the end ballooned out and filled with his creamy baby batter. He and and his frat brothers did this all the time at the house. It was known as the victory lap. You got extra points if you made it all the way to the toilet without your dick going too limp to hold the condom on.
He made it to bathroom, pulled the sheath off and let it drop into the bowl with a soft splat. He was about to flush, when he head a low moan coming from his brother's room. Curious, he left the bathroom, used condom floating in the water, and quietly approached his brother's door.
The moan came again .. A moan of pleasure, Rusty noted. He waited a second more and was rewarded with a second distinct moan, obviously from the other boy.
Rusty smiled as he resumed his walk back to his room. ** So, little Ian is a fudgepacker **he thought, though not maliciously. He had suspected such was the case. Keith surprised him some, but then again, maybe the two of them were just dealing with a bad case of blue balls and were helping each other out. He'd done that himself a time or two with a fellow frat brother in need. There were times you needed more than your hand when the girls weren't around.
As he entered his room, he decided he should probably give Coach Cole a heads up about this. Coach Cole was the track and cross-country coach. Rusty knew he could trust the man and he figured someone should be looking out for his little bro, if this was the road he choose to follow. My brothers a fudgepacker. he thought again with a smile. He slipped in bed beside Kimber and was soon fast asleep.
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