Life, Mike, and a First Taste at True Love
                  Part IV
                  By Paul
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   The weekend had flown by like a bat out of hell.  Mike's eagerness to
experiment combined with my own made for an interesting time.  It had all
passed so fast that I don't think there was even time to stop and breathe;
however despite the outrageous celerity of the weekend, Monday morning
shambled along at a pace that even a snail could outpace.
   It's always the most ordinary days that become the most memorable.  Oh,
it started as normal as any other day, but Monday would be a day to
remember.
   I awoke from a deep slumber to the orchestral caterwauling of my alarm
clock.  I think I was dreaming about a large mammal, but that had nothing
to do with the day.
   The sun wasn't quite up yet, but the light from the hall was blinding
enough to compensate.  I mumbled briefly to myself about beginning to sleep
with the door shut sooner or later.  I had a similar thought most mornings. 
Erin wasn't one to turn off lights and it resulted in my own discomfort.  I
pulled a pillow over my face and tapped the snooze button.
   When I was again revived, it was to the same clamor.  This time I
couldn't get back to sleep again, it was too late.  I needed time for a
nice long, hot shower and some food before school.  I swung my tired legs
off the bed and rose slowly with a yawn.
   As you may imagine, my cock was already hard with a need to be relieved. 
I glared down at my light blue boxers with a passionate hate for the
morning occurrence.  The erection always encouraged me to masturbate and
doing so before school consumed a large amount of my time.  Remembering my
weekend, I decided breakfast was negotiable.
   The linen closet yielded a fresh coral towel which I draped over the
towel bar with a green washcloth beside it.  I locked the door securely and
flipped up the toilet seat to set about the unpleasant task of excreting
all the soda I'd had to drink while watching "The Simpsons" Sunday night. 
Added to the list which contained sleeping with a closed door: drinking
less soda.
   I pulled the dial in the shower and turned it to about 150 degrees
(degrees on a graph, I don't take boiling showers).  On the morning in
question I remained outside the shower while waiting for warm water.  More
often than not I was rudely awakened by a blast of frigid liquid.  I sighed
when I realized that Mom and Erin had both already bathed and with the
small Tucson water heater, I'd have to settle for a tepid shower.
   It wasn't pleasant but I undressed and slid into the cool chamber for
the lukewarm activity.  The water felt good inundating across my torso.  I
felt it particularly as it ran across my crotch.  The evident water in that
place indicated to me again that my cock was at full attention.
   They say teenage males think with their pants.  I wasn't wearing any so
I decided to think with my right hand.  I stroked pensively, trying to
conjure an image sufficiently pleasurable that it would create the volcanic
results that I sought.  Pictures danced through my mind, most inadequate
for the activity.  I needed something more.  As I ran my hand along my cock
I thought of Mike.  Not good enough.  I visualized his form, focusing on
his head.  His hair falling loosely to the sides and his metallic smile
weren't working either.  Then I looked deep into his eyes.
   Maybe the eyes are just a personal fetish but that did it.  I'm not sure
how long I was standing there but all it took was that image of Mike's eyes
to throw me over the edge.  My extravasation was rather intense.  To put it
mildly, I came like crazy.  The overstimulation of the weekend probably had
something to do with it, but it was really wild considering all I thought
of was his eyes.

   "All right, everyone turn in your homework, please" was Mrs. Perkins'
acknowledgement of the bell.  I looked up, the words hadn't quite
registered.  Homework?
   "Oh, shit" the thoughts poured out of my mouth.  It's a bad habit, I
hadn't quite perfected the internal monologue.  When surprised, angered, or
frustrated, the words "oh, shit" just seemed to flow.
   "Excuse me Mr. Zimmerman?" Mrs. Perkins asked in a tone that was clearly
incriminating.  I blushed slightly.
   "Aw, feces," I corrected myself.  She didn't seem amused but Mike
laughed.  I looked over at him and winked.  I hadn't said anything to him
yet that morning, we had just greeted as he rushed to his seat before the
bell had rung.
   "How was your weekend?" he asked with a coy smirk.  He wanted to play? 
I was still a bit drained from the night's rest, so I yawned first.  It was
a nice setup.
   "Kinda boring," I responded.  The yawn had been a beautiful touch.  He
frowned slightly and furrowed his brow.  He hadn't expected that at all and
turned his attention to the class.  I was disappointed.

   The day followed a distinct pattern.  The "oh, shit" almost earned me a
quick excursion to the principal's office during English when the teacher
requested an essay.  I had totally forgotten about it.  At lunch Mike
invited me to an outing at Golf N'Stuff with Chris and some guy I didn't
know named Kyle.  I didn't know whether or not Kyle had a car but I was
relatively sure that if I didn't agree to go the activity would be
canceled.  I never minded taxiing Mike around, however; it was always
rewarding in the end.
   "Where's Chris?" I asked as I unlocked the door to my LeSabre.
   "Right here," came a familiar voice from behind.  I turned, expecting to
see Chris.  Instead, a bronze adonis met my gaze.  He was at least my
height with a golden complexion and highlighted brown hair that waved
perfectly on his head.  His eyes (Yeah I know I spend too much time on
eyes) didn't even seem to have pupils.  The deep brown blended to create a
profound effect that resonated through my mind.
   "Ryan!" a voice snapped me back to reality.  How long had I been
staring?  At least a whole minute.  To Mike that must have seemed as much
an eternity as it had to me because he was trying to get my attention.
   "Kyle," the comely young man said with an outstretched hand.
   "Ryan."  I grasped his hand in greeting, noticing it to be slightly
sweaty.  He had also not interrupted while I was staring at him.  Hell he'd
practically stared back but I didn't think about that until later.  I
glanced over at Chris and raised an eyebrow in question.  He shook his head
and kind of shrugged and we piled into the car.

   Once at Golf N'Stuff, we were faced with the inevitable question: what
to do first?  Simple solution: golf.  The miniature golf provided some
amusement and friendly competition.  I felt guilty staring at Kyle as he
displayed his athletic talents.  At the end of the 18 holes I totaled 52
points.  Mike had 48 and Chris had 51.  Kyle scored 40.  I smiled quickly
at him after reading the totaled scores but stopped when I realized that my
intention was to flirt.  Mike noticed it, too, and shot me a quick glare.
   "You guys like laser tag?" Kyle asked between nachos.  I took a drink
from my RC and looked over at Mike with an inquisitive brow.
   "Yeah," he said.  He wasn't totally fond of the game but he knew my
enthusiasm.  I had driven him to Golf N'Stuff, he might as well let me have
some fun.  He was thinking the same thing, I could tell.  Kyle turned to
Chris.
   "Sure!" Chris said.  This was certainly heating up; Chris was flirting,
too.  The catch?  We were both involved and neither of us knew if Kyle was
gay or not.  Maybe I should have backed off there.  I don't write soap
operas but sometimes it feels like it.
   "We'll play after this then," Kyle said confidently.  I smiled at Mike
as if declaring a victory.  He smiled back mockingly so I turned back to
the group.
   "So how did you two meet?" I asked Kyle, referring to him and Chris like
they were dating.  I caught Mike's grin out of the corner of my eye and I
swear Kyle blushed slightly under his olive facade.
   "I just transferred to Sahuaro from Sabino last week, he's in my sixth
period class," Kyle explained.  The plot thickened.  Sabino is a rival high
school.  See what I mean about soap operas?  It gets worse.
   "Cool," I said.  We finished out meals and bought laser tag tickets. 
There wasn't a line so we were ushered right in.
   Shoes removed and vests on, our small pack ascended the balloon
construction's obscure depths.
   "You are hit!" came a monotonous sound from my gun.  I turned to the
left and examined the corridor.  Nothing.  I slid low to the ground and
targeted a set of green diodes near the center of the labyrinth.  When the
weapon shouted "Go!" I tapped the trigger.
   "Shit!" I heard.  Got one!
   Now a fugitive on the run, I ducked behind a wall and moved slowly away
so as not to be shot by the rebounding player.  After a few seconds I
decided it was clear and ducked back out onto the outer ring of the maze. 
A quick head-check indicated safe passage and I raced down the hall and
around the corner.
   In the darkness I hardly hesitated in running and was bombarded by a
large entity.  He landed on top of me as we full to the ground.  It was too
large to be Mike but he didn't move away quickly.  I first thought he was
injured but that hypothesis soon proved wrong.
   Using what light there was I'm sure Kyle knew it was me he was covering. 
He hardly hesitated a second before pressing his lips to mine.  Read again:
he kissed me.  It wasn't an accident or just an "I like you" kiss, it was
sensual.
   Mike's kisses were quickly blanched by this warm embrace.  The pyrexial
energy was intense.  I kissed back.  I don't know why, honestly.  What I
felt for Mike was love but to say Kyle kissed me was a half-truth.  I was a
willing participant until I heard a dissatisfied noise from near-by.  The
words "oh, shit" come to mind.
   Kyle and I scrambled to our feet in time for me to see the exit flap of
the playground shut.  I jumped out to try to explain.  Mike had already
tossed the vest on the ground and was putting on his shoes.  I sat down
next to him on the ground.
   "Mike let me explain," I started.  He didn't look up.  "He.. I had
nothing to do with that.  We just fell and he kissed me."
   "Oh and you didn't kiss back?  I see the way you stare at him," Mike
said.  A jealous tear cleaned a path on his face.  I was torn apart.
   "Mike he didn't know you and I are together.  He kissed me, I didn't do
anything," I said.  I think when I lie my tone gives it away.  Either that
or I phrase things differently.  Mike knew I'd returned the kiss.
   He hopped to his feet and before I knew what happened Mike had stormed
off.  He said nothing more.  It was my turn for tears.

   As the hours passed I laid in bed and let my emotions undulate.  I'd
tried calling Mike but he refused to answer.  All I could think about was
how I'd betrayed him without thinking and how that could ruin a perfect
relationship.  It was a mistake and I knew it.  The phone rang.
   "Hello?" I said as ascetic as I could.  I hoped sincerely that it would
be Mike and was quite disappointed when it wasn't.
   "Ryan?" asked the deep voice on the other end.  "This is Kyle."
   "Listen Kyle maybe now isn't a good time," I said.  Kyle triggered
something in me with his voice as much as his body.  Kyle put my feelings
for Mike in doubt.  I wasn't comfortable with that.
   "Chris and I talked after you dropped us off here, he kind of explained
it," Kyle said.
   "Yeah," I acknowledged.  I didn't much want to talk to anyone but I felt
I could make an exception for Kyle.
   "I'm real sorry, man, I didn't know you and Mike.. well.."  He trailed
off for lack of something better to offer.
   "Yeah well we're not now," I snapped at him.  He was trying to help and
I was just making it worse.
   "I can talk to Mike if you want," Kyle said softly.  His voice was
becoming more comforting, but still not helping.
   "He isn't answering the phone," I said.
   "You wanna talk then?" he asked kindly.  My first impulse was to make an
excuse and hang up, but again my feelings took control.
   "We are talking," I replied for lack of a better response.  He could
hear my voice calming and I think he took advantage of it.  What kind of
jerk breaks two people apart and then goes after one of them?  A cute jerk,
I suppose.
   "Not on the phone.  Can you drive over here and then take me someplace
else?" he asked hopefully.  My writing can't begin to describe the
anticipation in his voice.  It was more implied than anything but he was
definitely going to go for the kill.  I wasn't sure at the time how that
made me feel.
   "Sure.  See you in five," I said.  I thought for a moment before hanging
up the phone.  What was I getting into?  My feelings for Mike hadn't faded
at all.  There was love there.  With Kyle it was likely just a physical
attraction.  I turned to look in my mirror.
   "Damn I'm hot," I said to myself.  I don't know why I said it, but it
made me laugh.  I cleaned myself up in the bathroom and headed for the car.

   It was late Monday evening when I arrived at Kyle's door.  I was
surprised when his father opened the door because I was expecting to stand
there more than ten seconds before getting a response.
   "Uh, is Kyle here?" I asked nervously.  Talking to adults isn't my best
ability.
   "Kyle can't have visitors after eight," the balding man answered kindly. 
I squinted a bit and thought for a few seconds before Kyle appeared.
   "Dad I need to talk to Ryan, this is important," he said.  He had his
jacket in his hand and was clearly not going to take no for an answer.  His
father sighed and moved out of the way.  We got in the car and I started
driving.
   "Ryan.." he began, but didn't finish.
   "What the hell made you kiss me in there?" I asked with a sharp
inflection.
   "I couldn't resist.  You were staring at me in the parking lot and
flirting on the golf course," he said.
   "Not on purpose, I just found you attractive," I said frankly.
   "Well if you'd told me you and Mike were dating I wouldn't have done
that," he argued.
   "You ever go up to somebody you never met and say 'Hi, I'm gay and this
is my boyfriend?'" I asked bluntly.  Without giving him time to respond, I
added "And how many times have you ever seen anyone tackle someone they
like and kiss them like that?"
   "That fall was an accident, I swear.  It just seemed like a good time, I
didn't know he'd see us or even care!"
   Despite the whole ordeal and all of my love for Mike, there was Kyle. 
He was after me even after what he'd done.  He was in my car, it was dark,
and if I'd made a move then he would probably do anything I asked.  Maybe
you can't get that from the writing but it was how he was acting.
   "Kyle, I love Mike.  You can't just move in and expect me to leave him
for you no matter how well you look," I stated.  It was as limpid and
brusque as I could make it.
   "Can we go to Mike's house?" he asked.  The dejection in his voice was
expressed.  At least he seemed willing to help me be happy.  I agreed and
we were soon on our way to Mike's bungalow.
   No windows provided a clear view to the front door.  When Kyle rang the
bell Mike had no choice but to answer.  When he pulled the door open I
expected him to slam it.  I was considerably surprised when he didn't.
   "Come in," he mumbled.  We entered and in the dim light I could then see
the tears on his face.  He'd been thinking.
   "Mike I'm sorry," Kyle said.  "I didn't know you and Ryan were a
couple."
   "I know," Mike said as we sat down on the floor in the living room.  I'm
not sure why but Mike liked to sit on the floor.  The fact that he was
doing so seemed an indication to me that he was thinking clearly now.
   "I shouldn't have attacked Ryan like that but I just figured it'd be
okay.  You saw the way he was staring in the parking lot," Kyle explained.
   "Yeah, what was that about?" Mike demanded.  I blushed and tried to
think of a quick response.  I had no other option than the truth when I
realized I was blushing.
   "You don't think he's cute?" I asked Mike.  It was his turn to blush.
   "Which one of us flirted?"  Damn I hate his fast responses.  I always
had to think.
   "It wasn't Ryan's fault.  I just don't want to split you two up," Kyle
interjected.  I moved closer to Mike and put an arm around him.  It looked
like things would work out.
   "Do you think he kisses funny?" Mike asked Kyle.
   "Hey!" I shouted.
   "Kinda.  I think he was surprised," Kyle responded.
   "No fair ganging up on me!" I said.  Mike kissed me in apology.  I
wasn't expecting it.
   "Nope, all his kisses are 'surprised,'" Mike stated.  Kyle laughed and I
blushed again.  Nobody's perfect.
   "I'm just glad this is all settled."  I tried honestly to change the
subject.  Mike looked over at me and raised an eyebrow.  He was mocking me
but I didn't notice at the time.
   "Not quite," he said.  'Not quite?' I thought.
   "Not quite?" I asked.
   "We had a fight.  Now we have to have make-up sex," he declared. 
Without giving me time to think, Kyle commented.
   "Can I watch?"
   "Don't push your luck," Mike said with a smirk.  Kyle blushed and I
laughed.  I was just glad the matter had been resolved.

   Nothing happened Monday night, it was too late.  Mrs. Roberts came home
and Mike had to do his homework.  Kyle wasn't supposed to be out that late
so I took him home and retired to the sanctuary of my bedroom.
   My room was more or less congenial.  It appealed to me and I've had
people compliment me on it.  I think it was more facile than anything.  The
desk in the corner (facing the window) with my computer sitting on it, a
bookshelf filled with assorted texts and computer games.  On the other side
of the room was my queen size waterbed facing a small stand with my
television and VCR.  The walls were bare, I was still adjusting to the
textured walls.  They were just plain white but I didn't see a need to
decorate.  The closet, found just past the head of the bed, contained boxes
full of packed trinkets and my dresser.  Very facile.
   As I laid in bed that Monday night, I reviewed my life to date.  For
years I'd contained my feelings for guys.  Moving to Tucson had seemed to
be the worst thing that had ever happened to me; however, upon arrival I
had discovered Mike.  I loved Mike then.  Kyle was just something to look
at, I realized that night that I felt nothing more for Kyle than I did for
my right hand.  The attraction was just a few misplaced hormones.  I fell
asleep on that thought.

   Tuesday I was quite disappointed to find that Mike was not at school. 
The day inched along like a snail on a frying pan.  I ate alone at lunch
because Chris sat with Kyle and I didn't much feel like talking to either
of them.  I hadn't done any of my homework again, making my day worse.  I
was only happy when it was 2:24 and school ended.
   Mike answered his door when I arrived at his house.  I decided I'd
rather visit him than go home right away.  He didn't look ill.  Actually,
he looked rather hot.  He was only wearing a pair of cutoffs.  His hair was
pulled back a bit more than usual, I think he'd been laying out in the sun
trying to tan.
   "Why weren't you at school today?" I asked with a sarcastic inflection.
   "Absence makes the heart grow fonder," he answered with a coy smirk.
   "Wasn't that the name of a Sierra computer game?" I asked.
   "No.  You're thinking of 'King's Quest V,' but it's different.  Come
in."  I entered the slovenly house and looked around.  Not much had changed
since the night before other than an empty potato-chip bag and a few
littered cans of Cherry Coke that had appeared near the couch.
   "What's up?" I asked.  I'm not sure why, I just wanted to start a
conversation.
   "Well you came over here, you tell me," he replied.  No thinking on this
one, I knew what I wanted to say.
   "I came to apologize for yesterday.  How can I ever make it up to you?"
I asked.  Mike's eyebrow raised slightly.
   "You could get down on your knees and beg for forgiveness," he said.  I
was hoping he'd say that.  I dropped to my knees in front of him and rubbed
his stomach and chest with my hands.  He was warm, but not sweating.
   I ran my fingers down Mike's chest and to his waistline.  The cut-off
Levi's effortlessly fell to the ground and there was Mike.  I licked my
lips in anticipation.  He ran a hand through my hair.  That felt good.
   I ran my tongue smoothly across Mike's growing manhood.  Toying with him
slightly, I massaged his balls gently with my mouth.  He remained unusually
quiet but continued to stroke my head gently.
   After several minutes of trifling, I moved up to the boy's rigid organ. 
I took the entire thing in my mouth as quickly as possible and ran my
tongue around it.  Again, no response.  He just ran his fingers through my
hair.  I decided I needed to hear him acknowledge my activities and
proceeded to bob my head up and down on him.  Nothing.  I increased speed
and continued the activity for a good five minutes.  I used my tongue and
neck as much as possible but he was quite adamant about not making noise. 
I stopped.
   "Why'd you stop?" he asked.  I stood.
   "You're teasing me," I replied.
   "How?"
   "By not making any noise."
   "You kissed Kyle."
   "Kyle kissed me."
   "Same thing.  Did you like it?"
   "I'm trying to give you a blowjob and all you can ask is how Kyle
kisses?"
   "I was curious.  You're getting nothing until I'm satisfied."
   "Fine.  His kiss was warm and powerful."
   "Show me."  This was something that required a split-second decision. 
He wanted me to show him how Kyle kissed.  Oh well, I thought, if that's
how he wants it..
   I tackled him.  Mike and I both fell to the couch with me on top.  I
tilted my head and pressed my mouth to his.  I didn't let him react at all. 
I was in control.  I ran my hand around what of his skin I could reach at
that angle and explored the depths of his mouth with my tongue.  He let me
go at it for almost a minute before pushing away.
   "Wow, that was warm and powerful," was the sarcastic remark I got.
   "Yes Master," I replied.  He grinned.
   "That's right, you're my slave.  Now take your clothes off and get down
on your hands and knees," he ordered.  I did as he asked and he ran off to
his room for something.  I was facing the opposite direction so I wasn't
sure what he got.  It only took a second.
   I didn't hear Mike return but I felt a warm tongue run across my ass. 
It roamed around--and into--my posterior briefly.  He took no consideration
for how I felt with his tongue prodding in me but I did moan slightly with
pleasure.  I think he accepted that as a cue to continue.
   He moved away, but I didn't turn to see what he was doing.  In seconds I
felt his cock penetrate.  There was no warning and it hurt considerably.  I
was pushed forward a bit but moved back quickly and allowed him to proceed. 
The object he had gone to retrieve was a condom.  Then I had an intriguing
idea.  He had teased me by not making noise, perhaps I could do just the
opposite.
   "Got more condoms?" I asked conversationally.  He was pushing in and out
of my ass and I think the question took him by surprise.
   "Uh.. yeah, Mom bought me some more," he replied.  His tone was unsure. 
Some people just don't like to talk during sex.  I decided to be casual
about it.
   "So she knows we're having sex?"
   "Yeah."
   "And she's okay with that?"
   "She was fourteen when she lost her virginity."
   "Fun.  So what did you do today?"
   "I laid around out back.  Nothing much."  His reply was casual.  My plan
had backfired, he was only teasing me by acting like that.  I contracted
the muscles in my rear.  He was responding to that, I could tell.  He came
right there.
   "Damn it," he said as he laid back against the couch.
   "What?" I asked.
   "I didn't want to cum yet."
   "Bigger plans?"
   "I wanted to play around a bit more."
   "We can."  I smirked and tackled him with a kiss.  The rest of the day
was filled with lustful carousing that would have made President Kennedy
jealous, but that's a story for another time.

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It took me longer to finish the fourth part than I expected.  I lost my
internet access and had to find an alternate means of connection.  A friend
has hooked me up with this name on AOL so I can post my writings and answer
e-mail.  Note the address change: GideonVI@aol.com.  I'll likely only be
able to check e-mail once a week or so but I will still reply to everything
I receive.  If you sent an e-mail to my old address and didn't get a reply,
I didn't get the mail.  Please, if you need parts 1-3, check
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/life-mike-true-love/ before
mailing me.  The Nifty archive is my personal favorite, there's other stuff
there, too.  Anyway, I really hope you enjoyed the fourth installment of my
story.  Send me what comments you may have, please.  I originally intended
to stop the story at part 4 but I'm going to try for a fifth and maybe even
sixth part.  Thanks for reading. -Paul