The Difference in Mind

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Martin sat in the kitchen, eating his breakfast. His mother was making sandwiched for herself and his father.

Grandma…

Once a month, his parents would go to visit grandma. She was an old, handicapped woman who liked to have her family around her. They would stay over at her place, and they would return on Sunday. Martin and Ally always stayed at home, because they always had other things to do. Ally for instance always had to play hockey in the weekends, and Martin just didn’t want to go because he liked to make homework on Saturdays.

Ally often went to sleep with a friend in these weekends, because she never liked to stay home alone with Martin. Not that they didn’t like each other, but Ally always felt lonely very soon, and Martin didn’t wanted to be with her al the time. It would mean that Martin and Gary would be alone this afternoon, and Martin couldn’t help, but feel a bit nervous about that.
Martin was about the leave the house to go to school when his mother called him: ‘Martin! I’m leaving some money on the kitchen table!’
Martin nodded as he took his bicycle. If Gary would stay for diner, they could order a pizza or something. Martin didn’t feel like cooking in Gary’s company.
He mounted his bicycle and left for school.

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Gary behaved like his normal self again. He seemed to be doing better. Although Gary didn’t sit down next to him during classes, Martin could notice he wasn’t been ignored anymore.
The day was over in s flash. When Martin entered the auditorium, he spotted Gary standing by the sweet machine.
‘Shall we go?’ Martin asked as Gary offered him a bite of his Mars. Gary nodded and stuffed the last bit of his Mars in his mouth.
They got their coats, and left the school. They took their bicycles and left the school yards. It wasn’t that far to Martin’s house, but Martin often did go by bicycle so he didn’t had to work to school with his father.
‘Not far from here’ Martin replied when Gary asked him how far it was to his home.

‘You’re not afraid of dogs, are you?’ Martin asked as he opened the front door. Gary shook his head. They entered the hallway and Mort got out of his basket at once. He began to sniff Gary’s hands at once.
While Martin entered the living room to check whether Ally had already left, Gary stroked Mort and waited a bit shyly.

Ally had indeed left already.
‘Drink?’ Martin asked, entering the kitchen and pointing at the sofa, letting Gary know he could sit down.
‘Coke?’ Gary said and sat down on the sofa, Mort’s head on his lap. When Martin returned with two glasses of coke, he could see how Gary was looking around the room.
Martin scanned the room as well. Was there something wrong with it? There were a piano, a large bookcase across the entire wall, a not-over-sized-TV (as his father liked to call it that way) and a desk with a computer on it.
‘I’ve never been into a teacher’s home’ Gary spoke, looking around interested.
Martin rolled his eyes. Mot of his friends he incited said that when they first came in.
‘It’s not that special’ Martin muttered, taking a drink of his coke.
‘It’s just odd’ Gary said, also drinking of his coke. When he lowered his glass, he looked sideways at Martin, who looked back at him.

But before anything could happen, Martin got up and opened his school bag. He took out his physics folder. They really had to work on it first, or else it would never get finished!
When he sat down, Gary stared at the folder, like he was a bit disappointed.
Martin opened it and searched for the logbook.
‘We’re forgetting this’ he said as he showed it to Gary. We should fill this in as well. He took the pen that was clenched at the front of the folder and began to write some dates and activities. In the corner of his eyes he saw how Gary placed his glass on the table and shifted a bit closer, so he could look over his shoulder.
After Martin had written down some dates, he looked sideways at Gary, who looked up as well. They were very close again, Martin thought. But we should work first. He looked back at the folder, but noticed Gary was still looking at him.
‘You’re not paying attention, are you?’ he said as he looked at Gary again.
Gary shrugged. ‘Should I?’
‘Maybe a bit’ Martin said, grinning. ‘We should do something before we are wasting our time’
Gary raised his eyebrows. ‘Are you calling this a waste of time?’ and he kissed Martin briefly.
Martin smiled back, and looked back at the folder, his cheeks flushing a bit.
Gary was still looking at him.
Stop that…

Gary moved closer, and Martin kept staring at the book. He saw how Gary moved his head closer and suddenly he felt Gary’s lips on his jaw line. Martin shivered, but so lightly Gary didn’t notice.
He wanted to tell Gary that they really had to work on the presentation, but he didn’t dare too and secretly, he enjoyed it.
Gary moved a bit closer, and began to kiss Martin’s throat. Martin lifted up his head wittingly, which was a stimulus for Gary to place his hand on the other side of Martin’s face. Martin clamped his hand around the front of the folder, his knuckles turning white.
Martin’s body felt cold and warm at the same time. Every second Gary’s lips touched his neck, a cold feeling ran down his spine. His mouth felt dry, so he swallowed, which was hard because he had a faint suffocating feeling in his throat. His hands had started to shake and feel sweaty now. He felt so embarrassed that he was excited so easily, he didn’t dare to do anything back to Gary. What if he would notice!
And suddenly, Gary removed his hand from his cheek and lowered it. He placed it on Martin’s thigh. A shot of excitement ran through Martin’s body, and Gary softly began to stroke Martin’s leg though his trousers. Martin felt how things happened to his body he rather did not like to happen.
Martin opened his mouth. He had to stop Gary. He looked down and saw how Gary’s hand came closer and closer. Gary really had to stop!
But nothing happened. He couldn’t get it out. He didn’t dare to say anything. And of course, the little voice had returned that told Martin to shut up and let Gary do everything.
But than, finally something really passed Martin’s lips:
‘G-Gary’ he spoke, with a dry mouth. Gary withdrew his head, but not his hand. He looked at Martin, but Martin didn’t to look back.
‘Something wrong?’ he asked, in a soft whisper. Martin had preferred it if he would have shouted those two words. ‘Do you want me to stop?’
Stop… Martin thought. Should he stop?
‘N-No’ he said again, licking his dry lips.
He could see Gary grin. Martin turned his head to look at Gary, who leaned closer and now kissed him on his lips. And they sat there for a few seconds, just kissing. The hand had stopped moving, to Martin’s relieve. Martin’s grip of the folder had loosen, and it had now finally slipped of his lap. They both looked at the folder at one moment, before they grinned at each other and started to kiss again.
Now the hand had stopped, Martin dared to move a bit. He placed his arm around Gary’s waist, and pressed him closer to him. But that was wrong. Gary’s hand had started to move again, and had now reached the inside of his leg. But than, he hand went higher and higher, until it touched Martin.
Oh God! Martin screamed to himself. And his entire body gave a huge shiver, which was noticed this time by Gary, who pulled back again to look at Martin’s face. Martin face must have looked horrified, because this had never happened to him! Not even Mary had ever touched him like this!
He looked at Gary’s face, who looked cheekily at Martin before he began to rub… it!
Martin gave a suppressed gasp, but was stopped when Gary placed his lips on his again.
He felt surprised about the way his body was reacting. It all felt so good, but his mind was screaming. He was a boy! Gary was a boy! How could he ever had let this happen? How could he ever have made Gary clear he wanted this? This was just too strange!
But somehow, he seemed to enjoy it. His body was tensed, but it made it all perfect for him. And before he knew it, he felt Gary’s cold fingertips pushing underneath his underpants and felt his entire hand closed around his entire genitals.