After football season ended, Barry and I walked home together, not living too far from each other. He requested my help in writing a poem for Sue, something with a romantic flair.
I shared books of literature from the Romantic period, the works of Emerson, Thoreau, Wordsworth, Shelley, and Poe. Their poetry flowed through my fantasies to connect a bond with Barry. Late each afternoon after walking to his house, we spent time in his bedroom, writing poetry. My frustrated desires swelled inside me. At times I wished I expressed, “I love and want you. Don't you feel it too?”
Many of those afternoons while composing poetry, he looked at me with those, clear, sparkling blue eyes, asking me to respond to his inspiration. When I hoped he would utter a phrase of affection or attraction to me, he asked, “Do you think this is too flowery?”
Befuddled I told him to look closer at one of the poems we were studying. I think it was Byron.
The many nights I spent alone after spending the afternoon with Barry, l lay in bed visualizing his presence my penis severely aroused. I imagined his sun bleached blond tipped brown hair, those powder blue eyes, lit up like Fourth of July sparklers, his well-toned body, chiseled chest of a well formed youth covered with sprouts of darker brown hair, firm buns formed half-moons spotted sparsely with short brown hair, and then, his dick-; I could no longer control my visualizations and fantasies. I masturbated, hoping for the reality of us making love.
Sprawling naked on my bed, more content, I wished he was next to me, his head snuggling in my chest, his legs wrapped around my waist. “If we were free enough, I could be happy. I yearn to be close to you Barry. You’re my constant obsession.” I whispered these words hoping he was reciprocating in his own bed.
When spring’s days lengthened into summer vacation, I acquired my driver’s license. Borrowing one of my parent’s cars, we double dated with our girlfriends. Those nights turned out to be politely tame. When we went to the drive-in movies, Shelley in the front with me, while Barry and Sue nestled in the backseat, we carried out our petting and foreplay conservatively. When Barry asked my advice with Sue, I told him move slowly don’t chase her away. Occasionally, my eyes drifted back to Barry, his awakened glimmering a ray of romance back to me. I felt special because of his excited wink.
I loved the times we joy rode the best, just the two of us, cruising the strip, joking around, and mooning our asses from the rear window. Sometimes we horse played and wrestled in our bedrooms. My hormones raced immediately at an alarming rate to a point I could not control what I might say or do with him but refrained from acting on my desires.
When the next winter vacation arrived, the momentum in our relationship soared to a peak. We drove to North Shore at Lake Tahoe one weekend, where I booked a room at a lodge...
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