The unforgettable dance

The last dance of the school year was almost over. I looked around the

gym...dark lights, crepe paper streamers, kids huddled in close, sweet

embraces. I was more interested in who was dancing with who than I was in

finding a partner of my own.

I wasn't really sure why I even went. Habit, I guess. Something to do.

It's not like I was in demand or anything. As far as dances go, I'm Mr.

Sidelines.

I came to the dance alone, like I always did. Occasionally, I'd get my

nerve up and ask some girl to dance with me -- usually some shy but

acceptable bookworm -- not exactly unpopular -- but not one of the stars

of the school either. I danced with them because I had to keep up

appearances. It's the way the world works.

I'm only 12, but I know for a fact I'm gay. What can I say? When you

know, you know. I dance with girls so people won't laugh at me. Middle

school is intense. You might as well be under a microscope. If you don't

do enough of the right things at the right times, you're branded abnormal

forever. So you put in your time and hope the illusion is enough to keep

everybody happy.

So, there I was on the bleachers, staring at the guys, as usual. It's

hard to concentrate on anything female when you've already seen every guy

out there naked in the locker room. If I had to count the fantasies on my

fingers, I'd need five hands.

One guy in particular kept catching my attention...Nathan. I'd been

watching him all night, trying not to be obvious...and I was pretty sure

he'd looked over a few times at me, too.

He was beautiful.

He had soft brown hair...the bluest eyes I've ever seen...a face and a

body I would have killed for. He was dancing with Jennifer Libby, a

cheerleader -- an incredible score, since he just moved to town five weeks

ago. Usually, you have to be established with her crowd for years before

you're allowed the honor of having her press her almighty tits up against

your chest at a school dance. Dumb bitch.

I'd been staring at Nathan for more than a month now in classes --

dreaming -- wishing. Knowing it was impossible. Angels like him do not

spend their time with nothings like me. Because of his looks, Nathan was

instantly popular with the whole school. Even some of the eighth grade

girls had been dancing with him tonight. I wondered what he looked like

in the shower. We didn't have the same gym class.

The music changed, the slow dance ended, and couples broke up -- going

their separate ways, talking with friends...scurrying off to their various

corners, talking about the same useless crap they always talked

about...comparing dances, gossiping about who had boners during the

clench. Morons.

I was shocked to see that Nathan was walking straight for me. I sat up

straighter. Tried to look natural. It's like he read my mind, and now he

was coming over. I wanted to hide under the bleachers. Disappear.

Escape. Anything.

"You're Kelsey, right?" He smiled at me and held out his hand. I shook

it, embarrassed, trying very hard not to blow our first meeting.

"Yeah," I managed meekly. "Hi."

"You've been watching me all night," he grinned. "I must be a good

dancer, huh?"

I felt my face flush.

"No," I lied quickly. "I was just watching Jennifer."

He rolled his eyes and grinned, as if to say, "oh, sure."

"Who doesn't?" I added quickly, hoping the ruse would stick.

He sat down next to me on the bleachers.

"Too bad," he said softly, so no one would hear. "I thought you were

watching me."

He winked. I didn't know if he was kidding, or not.

"I'm going home," he announced. "Wanna walk with me?"

No biggie there. He lived on the same block -- I'd seen the moving van

unload their family's stuff the first weekend they were in town -- so I

knew we were neighbors, even though he'd never approached me until now.

"Sure," I said, feeling a little shy and uncomfortable. I had no idea why

he'd picked tonight to come over and talked to me. We'd never even said

hello in the hallway before.

But since it wasn't like I was at the head of anybody's dance-on-demand

line, I figured it wouldn't kill me to leave a few songs early and head

for home. Besides...at least I'd get to talk to him. More images for the

lonely jack-off sessions in the bathroom.

He stood up and nodded at me so I'd follow him. We walked across the gym,

through the lobby and out the doors. The night was cool and laced with

stars. Small town crickets chirped on the grassy hills behind Main

Street.

"How come you never talk to me?" he asked. "You shy?"

I kicked a stick out of my way as we started down the sidewalk.

"I'm not in your crowd," I mumbled softly. "Gotta stay in my place,

right?"

He shook his head. "You are so strange. What makes you think you know

what my crowd is, Kelsey?"

I shrugged. "Jennifer's a pretty good clue."

He laughed. "That cow? What a whore."

I looked up, surprised.

"Besides," he said, without the least bit of hesitation. "I'm into guys."

"What???" I said, shocked.

"Guys," he repeated, smiling gently. "You know. Gay. Homo. Queer. I'm

sure you've heard of us."

He grinned at me. I gulped, not knowing what to say.

"I thought you were, too," he added casually. "I've been watching you for

a month now. You keep looking at me in class. I figured you were

interested."

My silence betrayed me.

"Hey," he grinned, trying to cut the tension. "Wanna come over and watch

some TV? Nobody's home."

A million things raced through my mind at once. I was supposed to be home

by ten. It was already nine. Maybe I could call my mom. Maybe I could

say I was going out after the dance. Maybe....

"Hello?" he laughed. "You still there?"

I snapped back to the present.

"Sorry," I said meekly. "I just..."

My words trailed off. Our footsteps padded along the sidewalk.

"Are you?" he asked simply.

Gay. I hated to use the word out loud. Once you say it, there's no

turning back.

But he was so beautiful. So nice. So full of...possibilities.

"Yeah," I answered quietly. "I think so."

He nodded knowingly.

"Please don't tell anyone," I added quickly.

He laughed out loud. A beautiful sound. Happy and full. Honest.

"Trust me," he said. "I do NOT talk about it."

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We got to his house about ten minutes later. We walked through the door

and he switched on some lights. The living room was unremarkable.

Nothing bad, nothing good. Just an average home in an average town. Like

mine.

"Go on up to my room," he said. "First door. I'll get us something to

drink."

He nodded toward the stairs and I started walking up. I felt numb, like I

was in a trance. Was he bringing me here to seduce me? He wouldn't need

much help. Whatever was in store for me, I was more than eager. Nervous

somebody might find out...but very, very ready. People like me dream

about people like him. Why wouldn't I be?

I opened his door and turned on the light. I sat on the edge of the bed

and looked around. The room was pretty much the same as everyone else's

I'd ever seen. A few posters. A stereo. A computer on a desk. Clothes

on the floor.

He came up a few seconds later with two cans of Sprite.

"Cheers," he smiled, handing one to me.

"Cheers," I repeated, drinking.

We sat on his bed for a few minutes, talking and getting to know each

other.

He told me he'd always known he was gay. "Since birth," he grinned...and

I wondered how that was possible. I told him, nervously, that I never

really knew until middle school, when watching guys in the shower at gym

became my secret, guilty hobby.

He smiled at me and let me talk...spilling my soul in ways I never thought

I'd be able to tell anyone. He was so beautiful. So perfect. So

attentive and sweet.

I looked at the clock and sighed.

"I have to go home in a half hour," I said.

He paused for a second.

"Dance with me," he said.

I stared into his eyes. I thought he was joking, but he was dead serious

and sincere.

Without waiting for an answer, he turned on his stereo and stood in the

center of the room, waiting for me.

I stood up, unsteadily.

Sweet, slow music, filled the room.

He turned off the light. The moon through the window cast a gentle blue

throughout the bedroom.

I walked over to him and he took me in his arms.

"Hi, Kelsey," he said softly. "I'm glad you came tonight."

We danced without saying anything. I felt so safe and natural, standing

there, dancing with him. His arms were wrapped around me, and I wrapped

mine around him. I could feel him breathing on my neck as we stood there

pressed against each other. His heart was beating hard in his chest,

pressed against mine. His hands reached up and stroked my hair. I didn't

want it to end...it was so nice...so sweet. I wanted it to last

forever...just standing there, swaying softly, filled with music and

warmth and closeness.

He led me to the bed and we laid down next to each other, slowly. I

wasn't scared at all. He held my face in his hands and kissed me softly.

It was the most tender, beautiful, natural feeling in the world. We lay

there side by side, melting in to each other, kissing sweetly.

Our hands moved to the music...touching, caressing each other, working

their way slowly across warm, soft skin.

His hand reached my groin first. I gasped quietly when he first touched

me...his hand sending a shiver -- an electric current -- through my whole

spine. I kissed him harder, wanting more.

We fumbled with our pants, urgent, helping each other undress. And then

we lay there, naked from the waist down, kissing, touching...rubbing each

other and moaning softly.

He stroked my dick and I stroked his. I was amazed at how naturally

everything was coming to me. We needed no instruction and no words. We

just laid there in heaven, exploring each other, feeling each others'

hardness, enjoying every sweet, soft sensation of this first, incredible

meeting.

He shifted his body into a sixty-nine. I knew what was coming, and I was

eager.

His warm mouth wrapped around the head of my penis. His soft hands

caressed my back, squeezing and touching. His fingertips were like points

of fire on my warm skin.

I took him into my mouth, too. He moaned. Pressed in.

We laid there, slowly sliding back and forth, pushing forward, feeling the

warm, wet heat of our mouths.

His pubic hair was light and clean. I smelled soap and a light, musky,

sweaty scent. Just enough to make me want more. I licked around the base

of his dick, enjoying the flavor, breathing in the sweet, boyish aroma --

pressing my nose up against his small patch of hair -- inhaling deeply,

hungry for the taste of his hardness. I wanted to please him.

Our hips bucked gently as we continued to suck each other. Almost in time

to the music, we pushed ourselves in and out...our tempo building...our

climaxes near.

I felt him push forward with an urgent thrust, shoving his hard dick deep

into my throat. I gagged, but didn't stop. His sperm erupted in a hot,

forceful jet. I swallowed it gladly, enjoying every sweet drop.

The force...the action...the urgency of his thrust was so erotic to me --

so much of a turn-on -- there was nothing I could do to slow my own

release.

I shoved forward with passion -- heard him gag -- and moaned out loud,

blasting his throat with everything I had. My whole body was on fire,

tingling. I stopped moving, almost gasping at the sensitivity -- the

flushing shiver -- the involuntary jerk of my dick as my fluid filled his

mouth. I heard him gulping and moaning, eager to swallow it all. After

I'd stopped shooting, I felt him licking my head, wanting more, cleaning

every last drop from where it came.

"Kelsey," he whispered. "I wanted you so much."

Turning quickly, he came back up to lay side by side with me. He kissed

me again and held me in his arms.

I could taste the saltiness of my own cum on his lips. His tongue licked

me gently, sending me into a shiver that started at my lips and moved

warmly across my whole body.

"Nathan," I moaned. "Don't ever let me go."

He held me there, as the music continued to play. Crickets chirped from a

distant window.

In all my life, I'd never know a sweeter dance. I didn't want to think of

the future, or of school, or of when we could be together again.

I surrendered myself to the music and his touch, knowing that no matter

where my world went from here...tonight, I had danced.

And the dance was unforgettable.