Rory
by TeenJockMM
I remember this one crush I had on a cute boy back in high school. His name was Rory. Most of those I knew really didn't like him -- and a part of me didn't really like him that much either. At least until late in the school year. It was my sophomore year. I'm fairly certain he was a sophomore, too, though him being a senior wasn't out of the question. Most people didn't like Rory because, I think, he was very similar to me (and as such, they didn't like me so much either), we both ended up annoying people one way or another.
Anyways, I remember him and Nikki, and he had asked me if I was gay, right in the middle of the gym class we shared together. I said no. I wasn't yet out of the closet. I wished I could say yes. I asked my friend, well, acquaintance, Gillian, if she knew if he was. She said "He isn't. Look at him and Nikki." I looked over at Nikki and Rory. They were doing the sort of thing that was playful, almost flirting. My heart sunk.
Then, at the end of the period, after I had accused him of being gay, and Nikki said they were boy and girlfriend, I was totally confused. So, back to the end of the period, as we were leaving, and I headed down the corridor, Rory caught up with me. This was how the exchange went, to the best of my remembrance.
"Hey Russ!"
"Yeah?," I turned slightly to look at him.
"Are you gay?"
:::gulp::: I totally had an internal freak-out session.
"Uh, no. Who told you that?"
"Nobody. I just wanted to know if you were."
"Um, I'm not."
"Are you sure? If you are, I won't tell anyone."
"Promise?"
"I promise."
There was a long pause before I replied.
"Are you?"
"No."
"Well, I'm not either."
And I think, at this point, we reached the T in the corridor, and we took separate directions. It wasn't until at least a month or two later that I realized, I think, he was interested in me, and I didn't know.
I went home that day, and wrote it in my diary. I still look back at it, and think, 'why didn't I just say yes?' I had wanted to come out. I just didn't have the balls to do it. All I had to do was squeak out a yes, and I didn't. So I look back. This is what I wrote:
"5.1.01
OMG! Rory came up to me in the hallway today and asked me if I was
gay. You wouldn't believe how much I wanted to say yes and just tell
him. I just couldn't say it. I told him I wasn't. I could tell I,
like, broke his heart. I didn't realise it until afterwards, he was
probably asking me so he could tell me he was. I wish I could live
this one day over again."
There were so many days I wanted to tell him, to give him another opportunity to ask, but sometime later I finally realised he probably thought I was another straight bastard. I tried to apologise for being a jerk to him, but never got the words to hold him back and tell him. Then I heard he was moving. And one of those days before, he borrowed 3 dollars from me. And before I got a chance to get it back, he was gone. I was sad. He had my three dollars, and I would never get another chance at him. He probably found somebody down where he lived, and I would just have to get over what never happened.
Then I heard he was coming back. I caught him out at lunch with Nikki and a couple of his friends at the taco place. A couple of his 'girlfriends' I should say. I really thought I'd get to speak freely.
They came outside in the warm air of June in order to have a cigarette. I knew he smoked. I really didn't like smokers, but I can tolerate it pretty well. I said "God, how can you smoke? It's disgusting." Rory blew out smoke right in my face as a retort. I faked a coughing fit.
I tried to speak to him, but Nikki stayed by his side the whole time. And then she said, "Look what Rory got me," and shoved her hand in my face, showing me a ring. Genius me, I was like, "What? Huh?"
She was like, "It's an engagement ring. Well, not really, but he and I are gonna get married."
This struck me as odd, but I didn't realise that that was a load of bullshit. At least not for a few months. As they walked off, I said, "I don't think it's easy!"
Nikki yelled back, "What's not easy?"
"Getting married to a gay guy!"
"He wasn't that way in bed!," she finished off the conversation.
I must have beat myself up a thousand times for not taking him off to the side and just telling him that I had lied back in May. But I couldn't. I still have him in my dreams.
I had gone shopping in the mall for new clothes just after Christmas with the money I got, and I now knew that $250 wasn't hardly enough for a decent wardrobe.
I was wandering, looking between all the stores I was shopping in, the Gap, Structure, Eddie Bauer, etc. Going back, trying to spend my last $30. And, through the crowd, across the food court, I saw him. He saw me. Our eyes locked, as I kept walking, and I finally shrugged it off, luckily. I was about 3 seconds from crashing into someone. But I looked over again, and Rory was smiling his boyish grin. I could have just melted. His blond and highlighted hair in his almost-bowl haircut, I just couldn't get over him. And fortunate for me, he was getting up, with his drink and food. He walked over to me, at the corner of the railings, dropping his food in the trash, and came over to me, my eyes never stopping looking him over. I was frozen in place.
He stood in front of me. His eyes looking into mine, and vice versa. I tried to form a sentence, but the words just wouldn't leave my throat. I wanted to tell him now. I couldn't say anything. You don't know what the feeling is like until you try to say that, and you are just so nervous you can't say it. My heart was flying, my blood was rushing, and I was only able to gasp the beginning of the letter "I" to him. I wanted to faint.
"You need a drink? Here, have a sip of this." He handed me his drink. It was enough to let me regain my composure. I put my lips on the straw and my mind overloaded -- my lips were where his were not a minute ago. I took a sip, and finally was about to speak when he said, "So... did you get anything you wanted for Christmas this year?"
"Umm, not really. There's still one thing I want for Christmas. I won't even ask for snow..," I began the Mariah song. Let's see if he knows.
"I really wanted to know... I spoke to Nikki... And she, told me, you know, that you admitted you're gay to everyone?"
OH THANK GOD HE SAID IT! THANK GOD! THANK GOD! THANK GOD! Now I could tell him how I really felt. I got a confident air about me, and I regained my senses immediately, knowing this topic was, literally, out in the open.
"Yeah. I really don't think it's that big of a secret with me, and I wish I had done it a lot sooner. It's a giant weight off my shoulders." Now I could add on to it a lie to get him to get further into my clutches. "Part of it was inspired..." Okay, rethink that one, genius. Think before you speak. "You remember last year? January 5th? You came up to me in the hall and asked me if I was gay? I honestly wanted to say yes, but I just didn't have it in me to say yes. I am such a liar." That would open him up, hopefully.
"Yeah, well, I'm a liar, too. I thought you had known I was, and maybe it wasn't so clear to you."
"I have to admit this: My Gaydar tends to be off sometimes. Nikki was the thing that threw me off just enough each time I thought you were."
"I had her for cover. But the truth is--"
"The truth is, I wanted to tell you first. I just couldn't."
"Well, you want to get something to eat over here?"
"Sure."
"On me. What do you like? Burger King? Chinese food?"
"Subway. I have to keep my girlish figure." I let out a totally fake girly giggle. And he did, too. This was going to start a wonderful relationship.
Anyways... After the meal, he and I went back to my car, and I drove him back to my house. We got in, and my aunt (I lived with my aunt & uncle) got an astonished look on her face. "Who's this?"
"This is my friend from school, Rory."
"Hi, a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Averbuj."
"I'm sorry to have brought him over without much prior notice."
"That's alright. Next time." I knew that meant that I was going to get hell once he left. So it was then and there that I chose to stay only a little while and he would say he had to get home to get ready for work. I drove him home. We got there, and noone was there. He invited me in, and since we had some time with that ploy, he began to kiss me. I responded, but I had never been kissed before, so it was a little unusual, but I had to learn someday, why not from my Italian cutie?
We made our way upstairs to his room, where he took off his pants and shirt, as did I, and resumed our kissing, and then I trailed down his neck, chest, bellybutton down to his briefs. I sucked him through them until there was a large wet stain, then I pulled them off, revealing his cock. It wasn't 4 miles long, or as wide as a tire, like they make them out to be in most stories, but it was about 5 and a half inches, and just a little bit wide, like mine, and that was what I wanted. It was perfect for me. It wasn't too long, definitely not short, and not fake (inflated or whatever). I went down on him, and began to just give him what I figured would work, and ran my hands all over his chest as he laid down on the bed. He just laid his head back and moaned.
"I never thought I'd finally get you. I've thought about you for so long."
I got up off his cock for a moment. "And I you," I replied. I kept on sucking, licking just under his head, and knew I had him on the edge when he put his hands on my head. I muffled out an "uh-uh" and quit moving totally, knowing he was right on the edge. He finally began to beg, "please, please, please, make me cum, make me cum! Come on, finish me!"
So I did, I couldn't stand seeing him upset like that. As his balls tensed up, he shot into my mouth his load. It was bitter, just a little salty, but I loved the flavor -- I had tasted myself many times.
I got my clothes back on, resisting his pleas -- he wanted to finish me off, but I said I couldn't. I had to get home before my aunt suspected something -- I knew she would anyways. I said I'd call him. I wrote his number down on my hand, and wrote it again on my other hand, twice. I didn't want to forget his number. And I got his e-mail address. Nikki had told me that it was "something-or-other@yahoo.com," but that wasn't it, so I got that actual address. Boy, was she wrong. So, I went home, leaving my Italian cutey home, alone, but relieved. I knew this would definitely be the start of something.