Pages from a Yearbook

Michael found his high school yearbook., as he slowly turned the pages it brought back memories of his teenage years and one special night…

“Go Kevin go!”

Kevin Witkowski and Pedro Ramirez were dancing together to the sounds of the Village People. Cindy and Natalie, their respective girlfriends watched from the sidelines giggling.

“Look at those two clowns” one of their teammates shouted.

Kevin and Pedro were our high school’s football heroes, and this was their victory dance. No one in the crowd would ever dare suggest that this was nothing more than gag: a couple of jocks having innocent fun. But I could tell as they moved to the music that this was more than just a familiar dance.

“Move it baby!’

The sight of the two dancing jocks was turning me on.

I imagined Kevin and Pedro after a long work out stripping off their mud-covered uniforms strutting around the locker room in their smelly jockstraps showing off their muscles. The two sweaty jocks would saunter over to the shower room. In my mind it turned into a porn reel. Kevin and Pedro would stand under the soothing water. They would soap each other up and kiss. The two eighteen-year-old studs would jerk off. Kevin would suck on Pedro’s eight-inch Latino cock. Pedro would then push Kevin against the wall and slowly fuck his best friend until the they both satisfied their teenage lust. I was getting hard thinking about their muscular body’s covered with cum and sweat.

“Hey dude what you are staring at?” Kevin said looking at me.

“All good dude” I said.

Kevin and Pedro both smiled as if they could read my mind.

The gym felt like an oven and the music was too loud. I stepped outside into the cool night air and breath in deeply.

“How’s it going man”?

I looked up and saw Eddy standing in the shadows.

“Alright I guess” I muttered Eddy always made me nervous.

“Just hanging out” he answered flashing his irresistible smile.

“Going to the dance? “I asked loosening my tie.

“That’s not my scene dude.”

Eddy stepped into the light. He was dressed in usual outfit faded jeans and t-shirt. His clothes always seemed too tight for his well-muscled body. They were working class muscles not gym made, earned by shoveling snow, delivering groceries, and mowing lawns on sweltering summer days. Eddy would have made a fine wrestler I thought.

“I was leaving anyway.”

“Where are you headed? Eddy asked.

“Home”

“Want a lift?” Eddy asked pointing toward his beat-up car.

“Sure” I said and followed him.

Eddy and I had nothing in common. He was an Irish/Polish kid who was always getting into trouble. He spends most of the day standing by the side of the school building listening to rock. I was the nice Cuban/American boy who always got good grades. My parents expected me to get a dull safe job, marry a girl and have a couple of grandchildren. But whenever I saw Eddy, I got other ideas.

“You want a beer? ‘Eddy asked as we cruised down the street.

“Never drink and drive,” I said.

“Relax, I can handle it” Eddy touched my thigh.

Eddy and I had the same homeroom. That’s how we met. He would sit next to me in the back row when he chose to show up. People did not understand our friendship everyone thought he was dumb; but I knew better. Eddy was not interested in school to him it was a complete waste of time. I had tried to convince him otherwise, but it had been a waste of time.

“What we need is some music,” Eddy said.

“Okay” I said and turned on the raid to a top ten station.

“No not that Disco shit” Eddy said.

Eddy opened the glove compartment and took out a cassette.

“Now this is rock and roll.”

Eddy switched on the player and the music exploded from the speakers.

Eddy was not the first boy I had fallen in love with. There had been others starting in the six grades when I had kissed Adam Braydon on the lips. I was seventeen and always horny and there was plenty of good-looking guy at my school. But Eddy was different. Eddy was dangerous.

“How do you like it?”

“It’s too loud!” I shouted.

“He is the best!”

Eddy and I sat in the dark listening to Bruce Springsteen growl about lonely hearts.

“Hey, bud I really need to get going” I said.

“Go where? Eddy lowered the volume.

“Home, I guess,” I said.

“I never want to go home,”

“What do you want then?” I said I could feel the heat from his body.

Eddy leaned over and put his hands on my thigh.

“Beer makes me horny.”

“You had too many” I said.

“Not tonight” his face was right next to mine our lips almost touching.

“Eddy…”

“Don’t you want to Mike ?” he asked.

“Yeah.” and we kissed.

The feeling was electric as if all my hidden desires were now on the open. We had unlocked a door and there was no turning back.

“Are you gay? “I mumbled.

“I’m just horny” Eddy kissed me back.

I was horny too and I really did not care if this was just teenage passion. Eddy was a hot guy, and he was making out with me.

“Come here Eddy” we kissed him again.

We ripped out clothes off. I loved the feel of his smooth skin on mine

“You are a hot fuck “Eddy grunted as I took his hard cock in my mouth.

I kept on sucking his dick as I felt his hands jerking me off.

“Suck me bro” I pleaded.

Eddy squeezed my balls.

“Please Ed”

Eddy went down on me.

We were both sucking each other off now. I love the feel of his hard shaft in my mouth. The way Eddy was handling my cock gave me the feeling this was not his first time at gay sex.

“ Mike want to fuck ?”

“Sure dude” I

I had no idea what I was doing but if there was gay gene it was kicking in

“You gotta a rubber”

“No” I said.

Eddy searched his jean pocket until he found one. He tore the rapper with is teeth and placed in on my erect dick.

“Oh man” I said as Eddy lowered himself on my cock.

“Relax Micky”

I felt my cock penetrating Eddy's ass. It felt so good.

“Hot dude”

We were both crazy with teenage lust. We did not care if cops caught us. The pleasure we were getting was too much.

“Are you gonna cum?

“Not yet” I said as I bent him over the front seat and fucked him deeper.

“Fuck me Mike ” Eddy said.

And I did until my cock could not take it anymore and I orgasm into my friend’s ass.

“Oh yeah” Eddy was loving it.

I noticed he was still hard.

“Give me you cock!”

Eddy shoved his dick into my hungry mouth.

“Take my load Mike!”

I sucked on his cock until his hot sticky cum was coating the back of my throat.

" So hot" Eddy sighed

I kissed him again this time longer and deeper.

“Love you Eddy” I whispered into his ear.

Eddy and I did not speak as we drove to my house. He dropped me off and I waved goodbye. Is this it? I thought.? That night I laid in my bed thinking about the way Eddy and I had made love and what it had meant to me. No matter where our life would lead us things were never going to be the same again.

Mike stares at the photo of Eddy in the yearbook and thinks for a moment until his cell phone rings.

“Are you still at your parent’s” my husband asked.

“No, I’m home guess what I’m looking at?”

“Old Porn magazines?”

“No, our yearbook”

“I thought you had lost it.?”

“No, it was here all along.”

“That brings back a lot of memories.”

“It did; will you be here soon?”

“Yeah, the traffic is not too bad”

“Love you” my husband said.

“Love you Ed”

Mike put the yearbook in a safe place. He stepped outside into the cool autumn evening. Mike hears his husband’s car drive into their driveway.

“How was your day?” Mike asks.

“Glad I’m home”

“I was thinking we should go for a drive.”

“To the park?”

“Like old times?”

“You know how I love happy endings?”

Mike kisses Ed and they walk into the house.