Kevin

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confusing time for a skinny sophomore boy

Submitted: April 16, 2009

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Submitted: April 16, 2009

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So, anyway I was at one of the high school football games. A sophomore who enjoyed people with a sense of humor, I had recently been drawn to an eccentric group of people. Bill and Randy were a couple of smart guys in my class whose conversations were made up of running routines heavily laced with dialogue from Monty Python. I spotted them up at the top of the bleachers and climbed up to join them. After a few brief exchanges I realized that they were there with some friends of Bill’s older brother – 3 guys in their early twenties.
We all enjoyed bouncing odd comments off each other – each one fueling the next – until we were laughing so hard that others in the stands looked at us wondering what we were doing that was so funny. After a while several people broke off into side conversations –One of the older guys jumped up and came over and sat beside me. He was a skinny guy with lots of curly dark brown hair. At about 5’ 9” he was a few inches taller than me. He was wearing a black leather jacket and a red and gold plaid shirt with the top three buttons undone, revealing a small patch of hair on his chest. His jeans were tight, revealing very thin legs and he was wearing black Converse on feet that seemed slightly large. Not a stud for sure- just a normal kind of geeky but nice looking guy.
When he sat down his jacket kind of whipped around, wafting the smell of leather, and slightly spicy body odor.The first words out of his mouth were, “I love you”. I laughed but wondered if this was just a continuation of the joking going on all around us or what. I kind of grinned and probably looked a bit stunned. Nobody noticed the exchange, as they were all busy talking and laughing at other things.
He said, “ I’m Kevin…..I think you’re funny and ………..I want you for friend.”
“Oh Yeah?” This was the strangest thing anyone had ever said to me.
“sure, I’m only in town for awhile and I was hoping to make some fast friends to pass the time with…..you seem like the right type.”
I was kind of impressed that an older guy would want to be my friend but was also thinking this was strange and there must be something wrong with someone who was so open. I wondered if he sensed that I had recently been struggling with an attraction to guys. Could people see this or sense it in me?
He said, “ I gotta go to the bathroom…….will you meet me by the gate in a few minutes?
“Uh…..yeah….maybe.”
I wanted to meet him but was unsure and a little uncertain about what to do. I lost myself in the crowd and walked home alone after the game. I thought about him the rest of the weekend and wished I’d learned more. I couldn’t ask Bill or Randy about him –they might suspect something that wasn’t even true. I wasn’t a fag. I wanted to get married some day and have kids and a house and be normal.
After a long Monday at school I bolted for the door when the 3:00 bell rang. On my way out I heard someone say –“missed you the other night” –There was Kevin leaning against the bike rack.I went over and said, “yeah, the crowd was kind of thick- didn’t see you.
“Oh so you did look for me?”
“Yeah, I guess so…I don’t know…..not really”
“You seem so insecure for such a good looking guy,” he said.
I shrugged.
“Where you headed?”
“Home”
“sounds good to me” he said, as if I’d invited him.
We walked toward my house which was about 8 blocks away. I hoped nobody would see us and wonder why I was with this guy. He complimented me the entire way about how nice I was, how funny, and good looking – how the girls must be all over me. I said, “not really- they aren’t interested in skinny little guys like me.”
He grinned –“yeah, they’re not interested in me either……. But the feeling’s mutual; if you know what I mean…….don’t need no stuck up girl to be happy.”
We stopped in front of my house. “Is this where you live?”
“yep”
“Anyone Home?”
“No, my parents don’t get home til after 5”
“I don’t have much going on……..think they’d care if I came in for awhile?”
“well, maybe just a little while”
As we walked toward the house my throat constricted and became dry…I was hot like a fever had suddenly come on.
I was shaking as I unlocked the door……. we entered- he said, “Are you OK?....I don’t want to cause you trouble”
“I need some water that’s all” – my voice was faint and scratchy.
As I got a glass of water –he put his hand on my shoulder- “You gonna be OK? I looked at him and nodded. I filled the glass again and drank so fast that the water ran down the side of my face and down my neck, soaking part of my shirt. He said, “I’m thirsty too” as I reached for another glass – he said “no, I could just suck the water out of your t-shirt. Kevin took my hand and brought the glass to his mouth and drank from it-“um your germs taste good” He stepped back and laughed – when he saw my shock –“he said, just joking
having a little fun…..a little fun never hurt anyone, right?”
“yeah, I guess not”
“So, you gonna show me around this place?”
It was a typical 70’s ranch house…..nothing special. I quickly showed him around the first floor then proceeded to the basement where my room was. He stayed very close, often bumping into me. Our arms brushed several times and I felt more and more excited. We entered my room and he sat on the bed. I stood at the other side of the room leaning against my desk.
He said,” thanks for having me over….I can tell you’re uncomfortable…….do you want me to leave?”
“no…it’s OK”
“You sure talked a lot at the game the other night……I really enjoyed listening to you…..it was hilarious the way you were going on with Bill and Randy….those two are quite the pair aren’t they?” he raised an eye brow.
“uh huh – yeah I guess they are”
They’re inseparable on the weekends- Bill’s brother tells me that Randy spends every Friday night at their house. They’re in Bill’s room the whole time with the door locked. –You ever been in Bill’s room?
“nope”
“It’s small- only enough room for a broken down old double bed.”
I nodded.
Standing up, he says, “you need to loosen up….I’d like to see the funny guy from the other night.
You know there are only two ways I know of to loosen up…….booze or sex.”
I tried to laugh knowingly – I’d had plenty of booze for sure - but never sex.
“your parents would probably know if you stole their booze”
“yeah, they wouldn’t like to come home to find me liquored up”
He looked at me slyly, “but they’d never know ………..
I was afraid to speak and we stood facing each other –the heat was intense.
Kevin said “I seem to do all the talking -tell me what you like about me enough to let me hang around”
I said, “you’re interesting….and funny”
“What about my looks”
“I don’t know …I guess I like your hair”
“My hair? …..This mop?” he said pointing at his head.......Laughing he rubbed his little patch of hair on his chest ”or maybe this hair”
Suddenly Kevin said “I think I better get going”
I didn’t want him to go but I also didn’t know what to say or do with him so I walked him to the door. On the way out he said, “I hope I’ll see you tomorrow”
“me too”
After he left, I ran to the bathroom and jacked, thinking of Kevin. I wanted to ask him about Bill and Randy – I wanted to touch the feeble little bit of hair on his chest. I wanted him to show me what to do.
The next day was difficult. I thought about Kevin all the time. During English class at 10:00 –the secretary brought an envelope into class and handed it to the teacher. During the quiet study time during the second half of class the teacher brought me the envelope. She said, “ I guess its from your mom or dad. It was the kind of note that kids often got from their parents if they needed to communicate during the day- usually about a change in a dentist appointment or something like that.
I opened it slowly, noticing that my last name was spelled wrong, but it was in an envelope from my dad’s business- I knew my parents didn’t write it. Inside there was a slip of paper and a bunch of brown hair. I closed it quickly and put it in my pocket. The teacher came back and asked if everything was OK. I nodded and smiled weakly. As soon as class was out I went to the restroom and locked myself in a stall. My hands were shaking as I read the note.
“thinking about you – glad you like my hair”
What was going on? I was scared and intrigued.
At lunch time I found Randy and Bill eating outside. Bill said, “ Hey why don’t you join us- we’re trying to figure out the best way to eat a banana”
I sat down with them at the picnic table which was situated away from the rest. They had a whole bunch of bananas which was odd but nobody noticed because these guys were always odd. Randy looked right at me and said, “lips are extremely, sexually, sensitive” in a sort of mocking generic European accent. “The banana has aphrodisiac qualities which stimulate the entire body when properly eaten.” He peeled the banana slowly and placed it to his lips, opening his mouth he slid the fruit in, not biting. He closed his eyes and rhythmically moved it in and out of his mouth making noises of pleasure. Bill was laughing hysterically and I was trying to laugh but couldn’t – I felt my body responding. Randy took a bite and with his mouth full smiled and said in a professorial tone, “any questions?”
Bill said to Randy, “you should do that in front of Kevin – it would drive him up a wall”
Randy answered, ”yeah the poor guy is horny as goat but can’t find anyone who’ll do him.”
Without thinking I questioned, “why not?”
Both guys looked at me and busted up laughing.
What did this mean?
I felt clueless the rest of the day. After school I looked for Kevin at the bike rack and was disappointed not to see him.
As I approached my house I noticed my Dad’s car was there and then I saw him outside with Kevin –he was showing him the lawn mower.
My dad called me over and said, “this is Kevin, he’s going to mow down the weeds in the lot next door since they’re kind of out of hand –but then you’ll have to take care of it next spring.” I nodded wondering how they met. Kevin played like he’d just met me for the first time and did a good job of it. Once the mower was started and he was mowing –I asked my dad –“where’d you find him?”
“He came into the office today offering to do handy work-seemed like a nice guy- I like to see young people with a good work ethic……..I need to get back to work. Keep an eye on things for me and give him anything he needs.” –my dad seemed so clueless – he walked over to Kevin and while pointing at me shouted, “ if you need anything ask my son- he’ll help you out.”
Kevin kept mowing and I watched, it was a warm fall day and he was working up a sweat – finally he took off his shirt. He was skinny and white –most people wouldn’t have thought much of him – I couldn’t take my eyes off of him.
When he finished he came over to me and I noticed that the hair on his chest was gone. He saw the look on my face,
“You need anything?....my dad said to give you anything you want.”
To be continued


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