The high school quarterback was in a summer class with me, and the friend I had from being an alter boy. They were best friends, and they had their choice of women. The cheerleaders were the most common, and the group that did the dance routines in the outfits that got the guys really worked up.
The quarter back would talk with me in the mornings while we were waiting for the classroom to be opened.
“Nice shirt dude,” he would say in his loud but deep voice, staring more at my chest than my face. It was the same compliment for every different shirt. It made me so self conscious. Him and my friend would really be incredibly close in that doorway, they never thought anything about personal space or being in mine.
“Fuck I really don’t want to be here today,” he said his eyes twinkling and looking at me. He was leaning in and his lips were wet. Always plump, and wet.
He was Italian, he buzzed his head all the time, and his life was football. His black buzzed hair was amazing to feel, I got the chance once when some girls were doing it and he asked me what I was thinking when they did it. He let me rub his head and thought nothing of it.
“You are coming with us during lunch and I am driving.”
I was not going to argue, it was exciting I was being invited. One of his girlfriends came over and put his arms around him. She looked at me and asked how I was.
Totally fucking distracted trying to pay attention in class. He decided he was going to sit across from me today. He kept doing this thing with the pencil by his ear and looking over. A smile on his face.
“What is up?” He whispered loudly. Everyone looks at me.
Fucking hell. “Come on guys, let’s concentrate.”
He laughs his deep loud laugh and shakes his head at me. Something is very entertaining.
The teacher is trying to get everyone to concentrate and we are almost to a lunch break.
We finally get to go.
“You are riding with me.”
I walk out with him and my server friend, he is coming along with the girl and we all pile into his truck. I get to ride up with him in the front, it also had a small back seat.
The other two are in the back and the vehicle starts up. Buckle up he yelled as the truck started flying forward at a high rate of speed.
WTF. My heart was racing, is this how they drove all the time?
We get to the place and everyone is getting ice cream, or a soft drink.
Typical high school lunch.
We didn’t have much time but I sat down, I was right across from the quarter back at the table.
“Fuck dude, this is incredible. You have to try this,” he says to me, offering his drink.
The red straw is starring back at me. His girlfriend grabs it and takes a slurp. He laughs and tells her to not be a pig. He sucks on the straw moving it up and down, looks at me.
I feel tingly.
He puts it right back in front of me again, his head tilted forward, waiting to see what I would do. He is smiling, his eyes are sparkling and he lets out a laugh.
I hear my biology teacher in my head talking about how we shouldn’t do this sort of thing, you could get mono, and it isn’t fun.
Fuck it.
“What do you think dude? It’s good right?”
I think my tingling body was more excited about his spit on the straw rather than whatever it was in that cup.
He laughs and starts drinking after I give it back. There was something so intimate in this act of sharing, and I would not do that kind of thing normally. We all go back to class. I feeling like I am part of something special on this day, but somewhat confused by the feelings I had after my mouth touched the red straw and his wet lips going right back to it after me. Or was it his eyes laughing at me with his tilted head after he got me to try it?
The quarter back would talk with me in the mornings while we were waiting for the classroom to be opened.
“Nice shirt dude,” he would say in his loud but deep voice, staring more at my chest than my face. It was the same compliment for every different shirt. It made me so self conscious. Him and my friend would really be incredibly close in that doorway, they never thought anything about personal space or being in mine.
“Fuck I really don’t want to be here today,” he said his eyes twinkling and looking at me. He was leaning in and his lips were wet. Always plump, and wet.
He was Italian, he buzzed his head all the time, and his life was football. His black buzzed hair was amazing to feel, I got the chance once when some girls were doing it and he asked me what I was thinking when they did it. He let me rub his head and thought nothing of it.
“You are coming with us during lunch and I am driving.”
I was not going to argue, it was exciting I was being invited. One of his girlfriends came over and put his arms around him. She looked at me and asked how I was.
Totally fucking distracted trying to pay attention in class. He decided he was going to sit across from me today. He kept doing this thing with the pencil by his ear and looking over. A smile on his face.
“What is up?” He whispered loudly. Everyone looks at me.
Fucking hell. “Come on guys, let’s concentrate.”
He laughs his deep loud laugh and shakes his head at me. Something is very entertaining.
The teacher is trying to get everyone to concentrate and we are almost to a lunch break.
We finally get to go.
“You are riding with me.”
I walk out with him and my server friend, he is coming along with the girl and we all pile into his truck. I get to ride up with him in the front, it also had a small back seat.
The other two are in the back and the vehicle starts up. Buckle up he yelled as the truck started flying forward at a high rate of speed.
WTF. My heart was racing, is this how they drove all the time?
We get to the place and everyone is getting ice cream, or a soft drink.
Typical high school lunch.
We didn’t have much time but I sat down, I was right across from the quarter back at the table.
“Fuck dude, this is incredible. You have to try this,” he says to me, offering his drink.
The red straw is starring back at me. His girlfriend grabs it and takes a slurp. He laughs and tells her to not be a pig. He sucks on the straw moving it up and down, looks at me.
I feel tingly.
He puts it right back in front of me again, his head tilted forward, waiting to see what I would do. He is smiling, his eyes are sparkling and he lets out a laugh.
I hear my biology teacher in my head talking about how we shouldn’t do this sort of thing, you could get mono, and it isn’t fun.
Fuck it.
“What do you think dude? It’s good right?”
I think my tingling body was more excited about his spit on the straw rather than whatever it was in that cup.
He laughs and starts drinking after I give it back. There was something so intimate in this act of sharing, and I would not do that kind of thing normally. We all go back to class. I feeling like I am part of something special on this day, but somewhat confused by the feelings I had after my mouth touched the red straw and his wet lips going right back to it after me. Or was it his eyes laughing at me with his tilted head after he got me to try it?