He and I had definitely become good friends in a short amount of time. I knew this kid named Al. He was in band, gone to the same school as me for a while, but I guess that we never talked. One day after we talked for a while, I invited him over to examine some films with me. We seemed to get along well, we laughed, made witty remarks, enjoyed some good films, and at times we went into deeper subjects of conversation. We hadn't known each other for long, but we sure did have a lot in common. It seemed like him and I would be good friends for a long time.
However, there was something different about it, some kind of feeling. When we were together we had a sort of tension between each other, you could call it a sense of awkwardness. It became more and more apparent as we became closer to each other. When I was with him I didn't feel like he was one of my usual stupid buddies, he was special to me, we listened to each, we made each other smile, it was one of the, " I felt like I could tell him anything" type of situations. Something happened that I thought never would, I fell for him.
Who cares if he was a guy? He was incredibly beautiful, incredibly kind to me. He was witty, funny, intelligent, and laid back. I'm not too into that area, but it sounds like to perfect guy to me. I really thought he was. Of course, I had to idea to how he felt; I was sure he just came over, had a few laughs, and didn't think much about it. No matter what the case, it was sure to be an interesting development in my life.
He and I had been talking quite a bit online. It started out as usual stuff, but we moved into deeper subjects. Eventually we starting to do a lot of joking as well, like some really good friends do.
"Hello, my love," would be a way we would IM each other.
"Our undeniable love for each other," was something brought up occasionally.
I could say, "I want you so bad," and get a, "Oh, I had been waiting for you to say that," Followed by a laugh.
This all seemed completely innocent, of course I would have done the same in a serious situation, but it wasn't at that point. We were simply two guys expressing a pretend love relationship that we liked to joke about.
He came over to my house one day, after a long conversation like the ones mentioned above. It was still just to watch a movie, and hang out, and that's what we did, but it felt a lot different than that. I pulled my chair right beside his. We both eye-balled each other the whole time, only half watching the movie at best. I was looking down at his sandals when I asked,
"So, how big are your feet?"
"Eh, not overly big," he replied.
So, I slowly scooted over towards him, and put my feet in his sandals. I looked down at my foot trying to squeeze into the shoes, then looked up at him and grinned, as he was at me. Of course he had to ask,
"Is anything else big down there?"
To which, I replied, "Well, do you want to find out?"
I then stood up in front of his chair with my arms folded, looking at him like I wanted an answer.
His mouth was wide open in shock, but he was also smiling, like it was funny and unexpected at the same time. While chuckling he asked me,
"Are you serious?!"
"I don't know, am I?" Is what I had to say; I figured he would have flipped out had I whipped out my ding dong in front of him, unless he wanted me to.
After that we just kind of looked around the room with our eyes thinking, "Ok, this is really awkward, wow, we almost had an exposed penis." We both kind of smiled and then just went back to watching the movie. At this point I figured that it would remain a joke forever, but I was cool with that, b/c he was a good guy to just hang around with. Before he left, I had to give him a big hug and tell him goodbye.
"I won't see you for week, I'm going on vacation the day after tomorrow," I said to him.
"Oh really," He said. He looked kind of upset, but there was nothing that I could do about it. I had been planned long before. He solemnly said goodbye and left. Damn, was that the only action I would be able to get out of his hot self? I had no idea at that point.
That night we were talking online. I don't remember the exact conversation, but I know that it lead to our usual joking/flirting sessions mentioned above. He finally asked the question that turned out to be on both of our minds for a while.
"Are you serious about this hooking-up thing, because I could go either way?" He had finally asked it, I never dreamed that I would hear it from him, but I did. This whole time, he was thinking the same thoughts about me. He had to control himself as did I when we hung out. He went to sleep thinking of fantasies of me, if only I had known sooner.
I had to catch my breath, but I finally said,
"I could also go either way."
"So, which way do you want to go," he asked.
"I want to go towards the serious side," I said.
"So, do I," he said to make it official!
We got into some intense flirting after that. Both of us were saying how much we wanted each other and what we would do, except this time it was for real. It was a good feeling to be able to say it with all jokes aside.
"I'm shaking from the anticipation," he told me
"So am I," which I was, b/c I knew the next day would be unbelievable.
"This is a great feeling," he said in reference to it.
"Yes, it indeed is," and of course it was, although, it didn't compare to the feeling that we would experience the next day, if you know what I mean. He really did want me, and I really did want him. This once, "What if" fantasy was now about to become a reality.
I had to leave for vacation in two days, I had nothing packed, but I HAD to make time to go see him before I left. He was a busy guy, but we made a date for the next day, at his house, at 1 p.m. I was told to bring a movie as an, "Alibi" so we could say it was another movie watching session. I didn't sleep much that night; I had way too many fantasies going through my head. The next morning I was in a surprisingly good mood, because I knew it would be one of the best days of my life, I just had to find something to keep me from going crazy until 1 p.m.
Well, 1 p.m. did of course come, and I had a great drive to his house. I saw a cop, and smiled at him, rather than my usual, "You damn pig, I dare you to pull me over," and
I had to smile as I was sitting at a traffic light, patiently waiting. He greeted me at his door.
"Hey, Corey," he said in a very happy voice, "Come right in."
We went directly up to his bedroom. In my hand I carried a copy of Gone with the Wind. It's a good movie, no doubt, but my thought process was that we would eventually get bored with it, due to its length, and turn our focus towards, "Other things." It may not have been necessary, but it seemed like a pretty good plan.
We sat down on his bed for a few minutes, and just had a normal chat. "How was your day?" "Did you miss me?" Stuff like that. We put the movie in, and sat next to each other looking at the screen. Before the opening credits stopped, he finally cut the bullshit and popped the question.
"Ok, who's going to make the first move?" He asked, not in a question like manner, it was more a seductive phrase than I question.