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I'll Make it a Date By Roustam (Preface: This is purely a fantasy, but one that I would gladly have had come true. It's also my first attempt at writing for an audience larger than one, so I hope the readers will respond with any sort of criticism. I will happily -- and quickly -- add more to the story if you like it. The opening chapters may be a little slow, but I want to build up the romance between the main characters before the tg and erotic passages begin.) Part One Chapter One When I met Tim, I had no idea that we would have any sort of future together, much less the one that came to be. Tim had just started attending my high school. He was a sophomore and a new arrival, having moved to our town with his family. I was a senior, but we attended the same Spanish class. Tim sat just ahead and to the left of me, and from day one I found myself sneaking glances at him whenever I thought I could get away with it. I say "sneak" because in those days (the early 80s), boys had to be careful not to show any excessive attention to other boys. The accusation of being "gay" was something we all feared and -- I admit it -- used against others regularly. I had my reasons for watching Tim. He was a real California blonde; born and raised in San Diego. All he needed was a surfboard or a skateboard to complete the look. He was on the short side -- about five-five -- and probably 95 pounds soaking wet. Tim could have been a Disney televbision star. In fact, he looked like one of the twin stars of the popular 90s sitcom set in the hotel. His corn silk hair reached his shoulder blades. The girls in our school were insanely jealous of it's natural waves. They were also, understandably, pretty eager to be the first one to date him. Tim seemed flattered by the attention, but didn't commit to anyone in his first few days at the school. My growth spurt started early and by the time I met Tim I was six-three and 195 pounds. All of the school teams had been after me from my freshman days. I chose the swim team and stuck with it. I was lean and reasonably muscular. I kept my hair short because of my regular immersion in pool water. I was reasonably good looking, and I had had a fair amount of female companionship over the last few years. I treated the girls with respect and good humor, and I tried to avoid being a typical, hormone- driven jock. I was still a virgin at 17, but my junior/senior year girlfriend, Jennifer, and I had been right to the edge of going all the way. At the end of Tim's first week at my school, I decided to befriend him. I caught him in the hall as we left Spanish class and tapped him on the shoulder. He turned and flashed a dazzling smile. "I'm Greg," I said, "I sit behind you in class." I immediately felt stupid for saying something so ridiculously obvious. Tim offered his hand for a shake. "Tim. Yeah, I see you coming and going. I'm trying to get names and faces together. Good to meet you." I think I shook his hand a little longer than was necessary, but he didn't seem to mind. "Same here," I said. "Look -- I've got a car...if you need a ride anytime just let me know. I don't know where you live..." I didn't know how to end it, but Tim saved me right away. "Just on the edge of town. Out by the water tower. 9th Street. I appreciate it. It's right where it's too far to walk, but the buses won't pick us up. That sucks." Tim shook his head. "My mom thinks I need the exersize, too." We had to move along to make it to our next classes, so I said something in farewell (mumbled is probably more like it) and we were on our way. I do recall turning my head briefly to get a last look at Tim before he turned the corner. Our paths didn't normally cross after Spanish class was over. Our first face-to-face encounter left me with a distinct feeling that there was something different about Tim; something, for want of a better word, effeminate. Of course, he looked fairly girlish just from having the long hair, but his facial features were pretty soft and his gestures weren't typically boyish. I guess that's one reason many of the girls were crazy about him: he didn't threaten them with excessive size or masculinity. A lot of the girls loved the androgynous types. Tim and I quickly became good friends. I'd pick him up at his house every school day morning and we would catch up on things during the ten minute ride. I found myself wishing the ten minutes were longer, but I did drive him back home on the days when I didn't have swim practice. Then, to my pleasant surprise, I noticed that he was in the bleachers next to the pool at one of my training sessions. I took him home afterward, and he shared my drive home every weekday after that. In time, I met Tim's mom and dad. They were a very good looking couple in their late 30s. They said they were glad Tim had made a friend so quickly in a new town, and they thanked me for all of the driving I had done for him. They even offered me gas money! I declined the offer, but I was happy that they liked me. I was also happy that they didn't question why a 17 year-old would choose to hang out with a kid three years (nearly) his junior. Even a year's difference was a big deal in high school. I didn't care, and if anyone else did they didn't say anything to me. As you might expect, lots of "hang-out" sessions followed for Tim and me. He had a Atari console game; I had all kinds of board and card games to choose from. Tim's parents had a vcr and a big (for those days) collection of tapes. And a rental membership! For me, that was a big thing. My folks had only gotten their first color tv a few years before (they both hated televison). Most of the time, I was in Tim's bedroom with him, or he in mine. We were both lucky to have affluent parents, so our bedrooms were pretty big and well-furnished. On some nights we ate pizza with our parents, but for the most part we were by ourselves. I need to mention Jennifer. She had I fell out of love fairly soon after Tim arrived, and by October of my senior year we had stopped seeing each other. She even made a snide comment about me wanting to spend more time with a boy, rather than with her. It was true! I had a much better time with Tim, in general, although I did miss the physical contact with Jennifer. But to be honest, that was pretty much all I enjoyed about being with her, anymore. We just weren't a good match, and I was glad when it was over. Chapter Two On the Friday before Thanksgiving, I was at a loss for what to do for entertsinment that evening. Jennifer had just broken up with me, and I hated going to the movies alone. It seemed strange to me. I called Tim and asked him if he wanted to go see the latest horror flick that had opened at the local mall. He practically shouted "Yes!" and said he was ready to go when I was. Within half an hour, we were on our way. The movie sucked, but we had a good time. The mall had a very well-equipped arcade, and we wound up wasting a few dozen quarters on the old, classic video games. On the way home we stopped at a convenience store to "browse" the magazines. The girlie mags were not hidden back then, so we always managed to get a good look at the models before we were yelled at to buy or get lost. I couldn't help but notice the little tent in Tim's jeans. Not much, but funny to see. Mine was quite a bit bigger, so I grabbed a Rolling Stone to cover it, and to placate the cranky store clerk a little by buying something. As I drove Tim home that night, I felt a wonderful happiness that scared me a little. It was supposed to be fun to hang out with a friend, but not to this extent. I didn't want to have to say good night. We weren't moving to different countries or anything, but I remember thinking that the day or so until I saw him again would be an eternity. What the hell was that all about? Tim even seemed unusually quiet when we got to his house. We exchanged the usual "see ya's" and I took off. I drove slowly away, watching him until he reached his front door. He looked at me, too, for just a second. The weekend dragged. I had to go with my folks to my aunt's house and stay until Sunday afternoon. Mom and dad wouldn't let me drive slone and meet them there. They knew I would find an excuse to return home early. Even though I was 17 and fairly independent, I had a lot of respect for them and I tried to keep them as happy with me as I could. Being away from my own phone meant being cut off from my "contacts," as cell phones were the stuff of government agencies in those days. I counted the minutes at my aunt's house, smiled and tried not to be bored to death. Eventually, I was back in Spanush class with Tim. We had taken up passing notes to each other (texting was also very far in the future, naturally). They were mostly obscene cartoons and jokes, but not anything too damning, in case the teacher intercepted one. On this day, I was surprised to see Tim's first message: "Movie night again?" followed by a smiley face! I blushed! I looked over at him, but he was staring straight ahead and repeating the Spanish phrases, following the teacher's lead. I had to think about this! Of course, I wanted to shout "YES!" On the other hand, I didn't want to seem too eager, as that might appear to be "gay." I was still concerned that Tim would hate me forever if I let on even a hint of how much I liked him. I did notice that he was twirling his pen; it was a sign that he was anxious. "Sure," I wrote at length. "Friday night. You pick the movie." I passed the note and watched with delight as he read it, then folded it up, pocketed it and started nodding his head, seemingly in time with the sing-song phrases everyone else was repeating. At the end of the class, as we were leaving the room, Tim slipped me another note. Just another three word quickie: "It's a date!" followed by another, larger smiley face. Tim was out of the room before I could react. Holy shit! I was immobile for a second or two, until one of the girls behind me broke the spell with "Are you gonna move or what?" Chapter Three In the few days that followed Tim's note, my life took a different course. I think I knew, even then, that things would never be the same. I had had boy crushes before, during puberty, but I thought those days were over. I had never seriously considered holding a boy's hand or kissing one, let alone going any further. I enjoyed my make-out sessions with girls, and really enjoyed oral sex or hand jobs when I was lucky enough to get them. I had always envisioned meeting "the one" in college and then living out a perfectly normal, conventional life. But now? Now I was imagining myself holding a younger boy's hand and letting him rest his head on my shoulder. I hadn't yet progressed to pure erotic fantasies -- I couldn't yet let myself go there -- but I knew I wanted to hold Tim close to me. Now, for the first ime, it seemed like a possibility. Was I gay? The question, or the sense that I knew the answer already, frightened me. I was not attracted to the jocks or the good-looking brainiacs at school. I had male friends -- acquaintances, really -- but I had no desire to touch them in any way. I was aware that one of the other guys on the swim team might be interested in me (rumors had started), but I did my best to let him know, without saying it, that nothing would ever happen. With Tim it was different. I didn't really see him as a "guy," with his size and the hair and the way he acted. He wasn't feminine, really, just...mild, I guess. He was quiet and pretty shy in company, but funny and quick-witted when we were together. I enjoyed his company and, apparently, he enjoyed mine. We never bantered the way guys tend to do with each other, either. No one-upsmanship or joking verbal abuse. It didn't seem necessary. As you might imagine, I was awkward around Tim as the week progressed. It makes me laugh now when I think of it. We talked and joked as we always did, but I think we tried not to look at each other for very long. The 800 pound gorilla was definitely following us everywhere. One thing happened that week that really ratcheted up the tension between Tim and me. On Wednesday his mother took him to a local department store for a set of portrait photos. She wanted to send them to Tim's aunts and uncles for Christmas. I don't know how many shots were taken, but on Thursday morning Tim had several small prints in his book bag. On our way to school, he told me about the photo session. He took a picture out of the book bag and handed it to me. In a girl's voice he said "Here's something to stick to your mirror, dahling!" I laughed and replied, in a southern drawl, "I shall treasure it always, my little magnolia." We laughed, and then Tim told me I didn't have to keep the photo. "No," I replied, "it's mine. And your not gettin' it back, so forget about it." I turned to look at him as I said it, and he was beet red! I may have been, too. I put the picture in my jacket pocket and tried to think of a way to change the subject. Luckily, we were already in the school's parking lot. We left the car and went our separate ways. Later, in Spanish class, Tim slipped me another note. "You don't have to keep the picture if you don't want to." I smiled and wrote back "Too late. It's mine. You'll have to fight me for it." I was happy to see him twirl his pen when he read my reply. I didn't pin the picture to my mirror, but I did slip it into a plastic sleeve in my wallet. I have it today -- many wallets later. Friday morning rolled around and I awoke with a bold idea that alternately scared and delighted me. Tim and I were due to go to the movies that evening. It was originally his idea, and very little else had been in my thoughts since he had asked. Tim had already selected the movie (the action/adventure extravaganza of the week) and I had picked the show time, this time at a theater about thirty miles from where we lived. Now, as I sat up in bed on that Friday, I thought "I'll make it a date!" Tim already called it a "date," after all. We both took that as a joke, but I was ready to make it a reality. I knew what a serious step I was taking, and how easily it could turn into a misstep. Several times over the years I had been convinced that various girls were in love with me, only to be rejected at date-asking time. I wasn't so sure that I was a good judge of signals. It might be the same with Tim. Maybe I had read him completely wrong, and he was just being extra friendly to an older guy who had a car. That was entirely possible, and any attempt at introducing romance by me might just destroy the friendship we had developed. I doubted that Tim would make a big deal of it if I was wrong. He would likely just cut me off without making a scene, and remain distant thereafter. I knew better. The enormity of the reality of the situation scared me. I had a best friend who had fallen in love with me, and I loved him. We were dancing around that fact every time we were together. When I looked at him I saw a partner, not just a friend. I saw someone with whom I could be entirely happy and content. The fact that he was a boy was a problem, I admit, but only because I could not figure out how we could make it work. Yet the practical problems seemed like small ones when I thought of how much joy we could share. Having admitted this to myself, and having made the decision to take the leap forward, I started planning the date. Chapter 4 I was as cool as a cucumber when I picked up Tim at his home that Friday morning. He looked amazing, as always. Tim kept a tan longer than anyone I'd ever known. He bounced into the car and handed me a toasted a bagel his mom had prepared ror me. We talked about nothing in particular for a few minutes, until I mentioned the movie. "I can't wait to see it," I said. "It got pretty good reviews in the papers." Tim nodded, "Yeah, I heard the same thing. But I like all of Nick's movies. He doesn't talk like he has a head full of rocks." "What are you gonna wear?" I asked. This was a purposely strange question. What teenage guy asks his male friend that? Tim frowned at me and shrugged. I said "I mean what jacket. The bomber one looks good on you." Tim still had a quizzical look. "Probably that one. Does it matter?" "Not really, I'm just curious. Everything looks good on you." Well, it was true, after all! Tim laughed. "Well, being a male model and all doesn't hurt. I get all my clothes for free, pal." I might have laughed too hard at that, but he took it well. I could tell that Tim's antennae were up -- he sensed something different -- but I changed the subject and avoided talking about the date. The day dragged. Even as a senior, I hated high school. Most of my classes were deadly dull. I knew would be accepted at the local state college -- I kept a 3.5 GPA every semester -- and just showing up for classes seemed to be all I had to do. I volunteered to tutor students with academic difficulties, so that earned me extra credit and took up most of the afternoons. On that Friday, though, I was next to useless to the school. I spent the whole day silently working on what I would say and do that evening. I saw Tim a couple of times through the day. We ate lunch together and talked about the usual things. As we parted, I asked him about the departure time for the night out. That was the only reference I made to the date. We agreed to a time. The final bell rang after a seemingly endless afternoon and I drove Tim home. There was no deviation from the normal routine. At his house, I told him I'd be back at six. I then drove to the convenience store and bought a few music magazines I knew he liked. I went home and showered and shaved. I picked out my "coolest" clothes and did my best to make myself look as good as I could. When it was time for me t go, mom asked "Who's the lucky girl?" I chuckled, "Just me and Tim again. I haven't decided on a girl, yet." "Well maybe tonight you'll find one," mom said, not knowing how right she was.... Chapter 5 I didn't wait for Tim to come out to the car when I reached his house, as he usually did. I purposely arrived a little early. Tim's mom invited me in and we made small talk as I waited. His dad was on a business trip abroad. He worked for a big pharmaceutical firm, and spent a lot of time on the road. After about five minutes, Tim walked into the living room and took his jacket from the coat stand. "I'm ready," he said. We took our leave of his mother and walked out to the car. When he opene3d his door, Tim saw the magazines I had bought on the front seat. He picked them up as he got in and said "I didn't know you read these." "I don't -- they're for you. I know you like 'em, so I figured i'd pick some up on the way here." I could hear his mental wheels turning! "Thanks," he said, "I appreciate it." I took a second to look at him, and to do so obviously. "You look great," I said, confidently. "It's cool to go out with someone who knows how to dress right." Tim looked down at his clothes and said, slowly, "Okay..." He then looked at me and said "Thanks for the compliment." "No problem," I said as I backed the car out of the drive. The trip to the theater took longer than I had planned, due to a wreck on the road. I made small talk with Tim, and I made a point of looking at him longer than I would normally have done. He seemed to like it. I took that as a good sign. As we entered the theater, I casually opened the door for him. It was the first time I had ever done it. He blushed. I purchased both of our tickets, against his mild objections. When we reached the concession stand, I ordered a single tub of popcorn for the two us. This was new, too. We walked into the auditorium, where I pointed at the last row in back, directly under the projectionist's window. "Let's sit there," I said. Tim nodded his agreement. We settled in for the movie. i put the tub of popcorn on my leg so that Tim would have to reach over for his share. We sat next to each other for the first time, but I knew it wouldn't look out of place on the openng night of a new blockbuster. The room filled pretty quickly and the lights dimmed. The previews started. I watched Tim's hand every time he dug a few pieces of popcorn out of the tub. I started to reach at the same time and brush my hand against his. I whispered "sorry" the first couple of times. "It's okay" he whispered back. On the third instance, and then for the rest of the popcorn, I stopped apologizing. Tim didn't stop reaching. He stared straight ahead and took his time digging. I couldn't tell whether or not he was blushing, but I knew that he was feeling the same, massive static shock as me every time our hands touched. All too quickly we ran out of popcorn. I leaned over and whispered "Do you want more?" I swear I saw a little smile form on his lips as he shook his head. Tim wiped his right hand on a napkin, then on his pants leg. Then on mine! He giggled and whispered "Sorry -- thought it was mine." In that moment, that split second, I knew that we were completely in synch. I could only imagine the extent of his excitement, but I knew that I could have put my arm around him and kissed him hard right then and there. The people on either side of us might have been shocked, though, so I kept my cool. I did place my hand on my leg so that my pinkie brushed Tim's leg. A few seconds later, he rested his hand next to mine, pinkie on pinkie. He then began a miniscule rubbing motion with his finger. Not enough to be spotted by anyone else, but enough to send a message. We couldn't look at each other. I doubt we could have stopped what might have happened if we had. There certainly plenty of couples making out in the room, but none of them shared their gender. Tim would have passed as a girl in the dark, but there was always the possibility that someone from our town might have been there, and have spotted us. We had to be content with what little contact we could manage. It was wonderful, though! It was like stepping into a beautiful, sunlit room and drinking champagne. We were paying no attention to the movie -- neither of us could have summed it up afterward. We were entirely in a movie of our own making. It seemd that only five minutes had passed when the film ended and the room lights returned to normal. My friend and I donned out jackets and headed for the lobby. We were packed in pretty closely with everyone else, so no one would have noticed that Tim stayed right next to me until we reached the exit doors, touching my hand the entire way. Outside, we both had silly grins. "Hungry?" I asked, more to snap us out of our reverie than anything else. "I could eat something," Tim replied. As we neared my car, I moved a bit ahead of Tim and opened his door. "Why thank you, Gregory," he said with a wink. I noticed that he reached over and unlocked my door as I walked around the car. As soon as I closed my door, I felt two hands grasp my right hand. I looked at Tim and saw a look of love and concern, all at once. "Tell me this isn't a joke," he said, quietly. I put my left hand over his right and shook my head. I spoke gently. "No joke. No joke at all. This is what I've wanted for a long time. Tears started to well in Tim's eyes. "Oh god, me too. Right away...I knew...it wasn't long at all...." The tears fell down his cheeks, and I had to fight hard to keep my composure. I scanned the area around us for other people, and saw no one close by. I placed my hands on Tim's cheeks and leaned in for a kiss. It must have been just seconds long, but our first kiss was one of the single best experiences of my life. Nothing since then has surpassed it. It was just a soft first kiss, but we were on another planet for that brief time. When our lips parted I wiped away Tim's tears with my thumbs. He laughed and sniffled. "God, look at me," he said. "I'm a mess. I didn't expect this tonight." "I did." I said. "This is our first date. The first of many." Tim laughed. "So -- magazines instead of flowers and candy?" He was trying to wipe his nose and clear his throat. It was extremely cute to watch. "Well, I didn't know how flowers and candy would look to your mom. She might be here with me right now, instead of you." We shared a laugh. I knew of a good diner nearby the theater, so we headed that way. Tim kept a firm grip on my right hand as I drove. We were still fairly unsure whether or not this was really happening, so we didn't say a whole lot on the way to the diner. I was in utter bliss to feel his touch and to know that my gamble had paid off far more than I had expected. None of the risks ahead of us entered my mind for a moment. We would figure out solutions later. Right now, we had an awful lot of catching up to do. I opened Tim's car door for him in the diner's lot. I had parked far enough away so that I could do it out of sight of the diner's customers. I offered Tim my hand as he stood, and he took it. I have to say that his smile made my knees buckle for a second. He may has well have been a supermodel for the effect he had on me. We had to snap ourselves back into reality as we walked to the diner's door. Inside, we took a booth in the back corner. 80s pop tunes played loudly enough in the background to mask our conversation. We covered everything; all of our thoughts and desires of the last few months were expressed and considered. It was all I could do to stop myself from taking his hands in mine. Tim could not help placing his tiny foot on top of my instep. We gazed at each other as we spoke. I could not believe how beautiful he was, as though I was seeing him for the first time. I guess I had spent so much time trying not to stare at him before then, that I felt a need to make up for it now. I sensed he had the same idea. We didn't eat much, and I began to wonder why we had stopped there at all. Dinner was part of my plan, as far as making this evening a real date, and I suppose it did us good to talk about thngs before we moved farther. Tim revealed that he had spotted me on his first day of class with me, and that he had hoped we could become friends. He said that he developed strong feelings for me right away, and that it had been torture for him to carry the secret as long as he had. He thought I might be interested, but he was as scared of a bad reaction from me as I had been of one from him. Several times, Tim stopped in the middle of s sentence and just looked at me. He didn't have to explain why. I knew. We finished our soft drinks and left out largely uneaten meals on the table. I paid the bill and we walked back to the car. The drive home was almost melancholy. We shared such bliss, but we knew that we would have to part pretty soon. Tim scooted next to me and kept my free hand in his. At length, I freed my hand and placed my arm around his shoulders. He sighed and rested his head against me. It was a Friday night, but Tim had an 11pm curfew, and it was already 10:15. I did some mental math and turned the car down a country road that eventually ascended a hill just outside of our town. At the top of the hill there was a small turnout, and I parked the car there. I turned off the lights, but left the engine on for the heat. Like we needed it! Exquisite kisses followed. We were locked together. I hated the bulkiness of our jackets, but it was a small annoyance. I moved my hands under the bottom of Tim's jacket and caressed his back. He kept his arms around my neck and held my head steady as we licked each other's lips and tongues. The sounds we made were heavenly. I was, of course, as hard as a steel pipe through all of this. I'm surprised I didn't come just from the joy of kissing Tim. Neither of us touched the other's erections, and the limited space and the extra layers we wore prevented too much erotic contact. I knew that if we started to move to the next level we would run past the curfew and risk getting caught by a roving deputy or a concerned citizen. After many minutes of the most wonderful kisses ever, i broke contact and stroked Tim's hair. "I'm sorry, but we have to get you home. I'd give my arm to stay here with you all night long, but I don't want your mom after me with a meat cleaver." Tim pouted for just a moment, then sighed, then leaned over for a quick, final kiss. "Okay." He said. "But you'd better swear you'll see me again tomorrow!" I laughed. "Sure. Are you kidding me? How could I not? I love you." It was out before I could stop myself. I had always swore never to tell a girl I loved her during the first date, and I had eminded myself of that pledge earlier on this day. But there it was, and it prompted an immediate llurry of new kisses from Tim. "I love you I love you I love you!" Tim said as he kissed me. "Please let this be real." "It is," I said. As I drove the car back onto the road home, I said "This is not a dream any longer. We found each other, and now we will go forward together. You and me, kid."