Keeper of An Open Mind

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A month passed without reference to our chat beneath the willow tree. Everything passed as if nothing had happened at all. That also included Jeanette. By week two, Nick had gone on his first date with her—according to him it was nothing extravagant; it was just dinner and a movie.

June was beginning, and I was already noticing a decrease in the amount of time I spent with Nick. Jeannette may have been dominating his time, but today was my day. We were hanging out at his house on a Friday afternoon.

His house was in the vicinity of mine— that’s why we were such good friends. It was a two-story beige home with brown tiled roof and a nice fenced yard out in the back. His mom was a neat freak, so the interior was spotless. It also had priceless paintings and flowers placed in every room. I don’t think Shelby or Scooter ever broke any of the vases.

“So what do you want to do?” Nick asked, handing me a Granny Smith apple as we passed the kitchen counter. I took one of their natural wooden chairs and sat.

“Just hang out, or maybe we could play video games or something.” I peeled the label from the apple and rolled it along my finger and flicked it into the trashcan.

He leaned against the immaculate counter and nodded, blonde hair shaking into his eyes as he did so. “How about seeing 300?”

“You’re not going to take Jeanette?”

“She’s probably squeamish. Besides, I can’t see every movie with her.” He laughed. “We’ve been dating less than a month”

“What times is it showing?” I stood up and started for his room. He turned and beat me there.

He sat down in his black swivel chair and turned to face his computer.

I sat down on the corner of his bed. His room was the one room that wasn’t ridiculously clean, but today it was. Books were on the shelf. All of the papers on his desk were in piles. No clothes littered the edge of his bed. “Your mom make you clean your room?”

“No,” he said and swiveled back around. “There’s one at 7:00 and one at 9:30.”

“Let’s go to the 9:30 showing. Should be less random people there.”

“Sounds good to me.” He reached over for his wallet, which had been lying on the corner of his desk. He flipped through his cash and put it into his wallet.

“We have a few hours until we should head out. My mom has the car, so we’ll have to walk.”

We passed the time playing KOTOR, a damned good Star Wars game. He’d finished it, so he just watched me amble around on screen.

Around 9:00 we pulled on our jackets and headed out the door into the oncoming darkness. The suns last rays disappeared into night. The stars were out.

We made our way to the theatre and got there around 9:25—perfect timing. Though these days with the amount of commercials and previews we could have afforded to be late.

We bought our tickets and grabbed seats near the back where the light of the projector passed over the wisps of our hair. There was something magical about that spot, watching the dust particles trickle through the streaming light. We always sat there.

The overhead lights dimmed and we broke out our smuggled coke and treats. I brought black licorice, and he brought a plastic bag with a variety of nuts and berries. I admired his will power to avoid processed sugar, but I’d make sure he got at least one piece of licorice.

300 turned out to be a bloody mass of naked, ripped men---definitely a movie I’d have to download.

At some point I’d finished my drink and was working on the one between us.

Nick leaned over to me and nodded at the young warriors fighting a beautifully choreographed battle together. “Do you see what I see?” He chuckled.

“What?”

He shook his head and pulled away, leaning back in his chair, chewing on my licorice.

What had he been alluding to? The two guys definitely could be construed as having romantic feelings for each other, but…? No, he wouldn’t allude to that.

The rest of the movie passed with many shared comments between us, mostly about Xerxes’ impotence. The guy was compensating for something.

We got out around 11:45 and walked into the dark.

“It’s cold out,” he said; breathe puffing in the crisp night. He rubbed his hands and put them into his brown leather jacket and shrugged his shoulders to his ears.

I nodded. “Stating the obvious I see. Let’s get back to your place.” We walked down the sidewalk and crossed the street. “So what did you think of the movie?”

“Fucking awesome,” he said and grinned at me. “Don’t you have the comic of it? How did it compare?”

“Well, the comic is different,” I laughed, “All they wear is the cape.”

He chuckled, “I see.” He shoved me hard enough that I had to step into the street, “Perv.”

“I saw the way you were looking at the oracle with her seductive dancing and smoke-dress. I’m not the only pervert.”

He laughed.

We got home just a little past 12 o’clock. His dad was asleep on the couch, a New Yorker in his hand and glasses on the mahogany table beside him. We made our way into the kitchen for saltine crackers and milk.

Once in his room, he turned on his PS2 and began Prince of Persia---much more straightforward. The most amazing thing about that game was that the farther you got, the more clothes the prince ripped off.

“You’re so pale it freaks me out sometimes with your dark hair. Are you cold or something?” he said, “You want to take a warm shower or something?”

“You going to force me?” I found the white folded towels in his bathroom and turned on the hot water. It sounded like a good idea. My feet were freezing.

The lucky bastard had his own bathroom; I had to share one with my mom and all of her nasty perfumes and lotions.

Okay, so I use one of the lotions. But only one.

I began to shower and let my mind wander. Those men were pretty ripped in 300. They’d been on some sort of special program called cross fit to get them in their peak physical shape.

Erection.

I glanced down at my stiffening penis. Goddamn. I’d definitely have to download that movie later.

I glanced towards the door, not that Nick was going to burst in or that it would help me see or hear what he was up to.

I’ve had a crush on him. I’ve had it since the middle of the 9th grade. We’d been friends before that, but I’d never realized the sheer beauty of the guy before he’d grown muscular with the beginnings of his serious soccer practice.

Might as well take care of this or I’d never get to sleep with Nick in the room. I gripped my balls and fondled them, bringing my erection to a further stiffness.

He was so fucking beautiful. He had no idea. It was in his face, those blue eyes and dashing smile. He had a few faint freckles on his face during the summer, but he was otherwise a typical Caucasian. His eyebrows were dark contrasting his crisp golden hair.

Then there was his body. I’d never seen him half-naked outside of the locker-room, but he was trim and muscular from soccer and weight training. He didn’t quite have a 6 pack, but the beginnings of it were there; he was pretty flat.

I leaned against the back of the shower, water trickling down the space between my back and the wall. It rippled down my chest, abdomen, and over my fingers as I stroked myself.

Fucking Jeanette. She’d be the one to receive his kisses. His lips would touch hers. His tongue would ask access and then slip between her lips. He’d brush it against her tongue. His lips would kiss down her neck to her shoulder, her breast and abdomen. His hand between her legs…

I gripped my penis and jerked while I fondled the space between my legs. I pushed one finger into my anus.

He’d slip a finger into her, then two. In and out, he’d stroke and stretch her. Then he’d slide them from her womanhood and replace it with his manhood. He’d sheath into her to the fullest and thrust. His balls would rub and smack against the back of her ass as he took her.

I found my prostrate gland and stroked it until my legs trembled from the pleasure. I bit my lip to keep from groaning. Shit.

I thrust further in.

I could imagine him behind me, grabbing my hips and taking me. He’d thrust over and over again, pre-cum dripping into my anus and seeping from the sides.

He’d reach beneath me and grab my penis, stroking it until it was beyond hard, until I was about to climax. He’d grasp it, keeping me from it until he was reaching my same state of ecstasy. Then he’d release my cock and cum inside of me as I came onto his stomach.

I slid to lie on the tub floor. The spray fell on my legs and penis, splashing on my balls as they jiggled under my ministrations. I tensed as I withheld my groans and came to a convulsive climax. My cum oozed out onto my hands and washed away as I lay beneath the water.

A few minutes later Nick knocked on the door and said something like, “You’re still alive, right?”

I mumbled an assent and got up, soaping my hands and genitals. I shut off the water.




Hope you enjoyed that shower bit. Chapter 3 will be up sometime this month.