Graduating

Preface

Levi never felt such longing. The longing for another, in this intimacy. He felt the hands on his bare flesh, moving over it, touches gentle and touches firm, aggressive. He felt the weight of the body on top of him, then its movement between his legs. Then he felt the firm grip of each ankle, each finger pressing into the flesh, holding firmly to each leg, then lifting till they rested against the bare chest hovering over him. His heart raced, his breathing deep, laborious, sucking in air, filling his system with oxygen.

He felt the touch, a slick rake over his most private region. It moved up and down then pressed against his tightness.

He never felt so naked, so exposed. And he never felt his masculinity so strongly.

The scent in the air of his own sweating body, and the body of Toby made him feel his arousal. The ache of his hardness. He felt it slide wetly over his stomach as Toby pressed against him. He shuddered as his tightness loosened and Toby penetrated him. It was his first time and he threw his head back and cried out.

“Relax…push to me…don’t you want me, Levi?”

“Yes.” He had never wanted anything so much, something he feared and obsessed over, the two emotions mingled to a lasciviousness. Lewd, carnal, obscene. Adjectives he was made to believe were all there was to it. But he knew it was wrong. He knew there was more to it. He felt the sensual nature of it, the titillating aspect of it. He felt aroused in a way never felt before. He pushed toward the penetration, feeling the thick fullness of it as it sank deeper and deeper till once again, he felt body pressed against body.

Two Weeks Earlier

“…ladies and gentlemen, I present to you the graduating class of 2019.”

Graduating caps flew into the air as the class yelled out. The parents, sitting in the bleachers of the old gym clapped proudly then climbed down to find their son or daughter.

Levi stood between Ryan and John, their arms over the other’s shoulder, posing for a photograph. The day had finally arrived and Levi, between his friends for the last twelve years, could only imagine the freedom of not having to come to school ever again. The moving on to community college in the fall, then if he gets the grades, one of the colleges in state. For the last few months he struggled with the direction of his life, unsure of so much, but for this day he pushed all of that to the back of his mind. Or tried to. As they parted and each went to their approaching parents, Levi glanced over toward John, then Ryan, wondering how long their friendship would last now that each would be going their separate ways. John was going into the Navy, leaving in a few weeks for basic, and Ryan would be headed to college in Virginia this fall. They would see each other over the summer, even had plans for a week in Ft. Walton Beach before John left, but he sensed how each time they gathered together would be just one more step toward some final goodbye.

Across the gym he saw Lisa giving Ryan an evil stare and he knew Ryan had broken up with her just a few days before. He was leaving and did not intend to come back to their rural community to live and Lisa was someone who would never leave, wanting to be close to her parents, afraid in some way to leave the comfort of home. So, Ryan broke it off saying there was no use dragging it out over the summer making each other miserable. Levi turned back to John, talking animatedly to his dad, and wondered how well he really knew John, for John had not dated one girl in school. Never even tried to ask one of them out.

Levi had dated one girl or another for the last three years, albeit none longer than a few weeks. He told himself they had not been the one. Something not quite right between them. John and Ryan didn’t know it, and he never corrected their assumption, but he was still a virgin, having never felt the desire with any of the girls he dated. It wasn’t right to have sex with them if he knew he wasn’t really interested, or that is what he told himself. He was straight, after all, for he like women, appreciated their beauty and really did enjoy going out with them. Sure, he looked at the other boys, making judgments on their looks, had been since he was thirteen or so, but didn’t all boys look at the other boys doing some sort of comparing?

But alone at night he wondered about this story he told himself. The one where he meets a nice girl, settles down and raises a family. He struggled with the image, fighting to bring to it to life. He wondered if John struggled the same.

When he masturbated, hand moving faster and faster, he knew what images came to mind, the ones that pushed him over the edge. The ones that made his ejaculations so severe he sprayed his face and chest with it. The image of John, or Ryan, naked, having been fully exposed to his sideways looks or reflections in a mirror, or the boy in town bagging groceries, or the guy at the tractor dealership back in the shop that worked on his dad’s old 4020, or that first basemen from their rival school in the next county.

Afterward, cum thinning, turning runny on his skin, he told himself he wasn’t gay. But the lie was becoming harder and harder to sustain.

Did John have the same fantasies when he masturbated?

“Hey Levi, are you guys still going to The Kitchen?” Ryan asked, referring to The Magnolia Kitchen over in town.

“Yes” Levi replied.

“Good, so is John’s family. Dad called ahead for them to put some tables together for us.”

“Okay” Levi replied, with the image of The Last Supper in mind.

***

The diner was crowded but along the far wall three tables had been put together. Levi and his family arrived to find Ryan and his parents seated at one end. Before they could step from the entry, John and his parents arrived and together they crowded around the tables. Talk was animated, parents trading stories and boys talking of plans for the summer before John had to leave. It had been months since everyone was together, the last time a Christmas party at Ryan’s home.

For Levi, it was the first time he really felt like an outsider. The sense he wasn’t someone who belonged. It wasn’t such a severe feeling as to depress him, but just made him feel like some actor on stage, playing a character the audience came to see, instead of being himself. Graduation had been some threshold from which he couldn’t go back. Some passage into what he originally considered freedom, but now seemed more like a trap, waiting to spring closed. He found he wasn’t laughing as much, didn’t contribute to the conversation as much as John or Ryan. At one point, John leaved over close and asked if he was alright.

“Yeah, I’m fine” he had replied, knowing how unconvincing he sounded.

Their food came and much to Levi’s relief the conversations died down as everyone ate their lunch. Other patrons came and went, and Levi would look up at every movement seeing faces he recognized, and some he didn’t. Lunch finished and some ordering desert, the waitress moving along the table opposite Levi. When she was directly in front of him, he saw movement behind her as another group came in for a late lunch. When the waitress stepped over to their last table, he saw it was three guys, two he recognized from their rival school. Both from the baseball team that had ended their run toward getting into the playoffs. One of the pitchers and the first baseman.

‘Fuck’ he thought as he tried not to stare. Casually dressed in shorts with two guys in t-shirts and the first baseman in a tank top. It was too enticing. Too much skin exposed; bulging biceps, with smooth toned skin. Shoulders that flexed with muscle and a long neck contoured with the muscle and structure beneath. Levi shallowed hard and tried to focus on something John was saying to Ryan, but time and time again, he cut his eyes to the first baseman only a few feet away.

He had thought the first baseman was a blonde, but he could see now the reddish tint in his hair: strawberry blonde. The hair was casually uncombed, falling over his forehead and sticking up just so. Perfectly tousled. He followed the wavy strands, those curving over the ear, or falling along the back of his head and the strands sticking up on top.

“Who do you see?” Ryan asked.

“Huh…oh…it’s” nodding toward the table behind Ryan, “two of the guys from Monroe High’s baseball team.

John and Ryan swiveled around and looked at the three guys behind them.

Hey” said the pitcher, nodding his head. The other two looked over and the first baseman smiled with recognition.

“Hey…that was a hell of a game you guys played” said the first baseman.

“Thanks” John replied.

“You guys graduated over at Monroe?” asked Ryan.

“Yeah, last week. I take it you guys just had yours” said the first baseman.

“Yep” John replied.

Levi was tongue tied, couldn’t believe there was a conversation happening with the first baseman. He stared, mute, unable to think of a thing to say. As Ryan and John turned back to the table the first baseman looked at Levi. He smiled, then winked. Levi blushed and turned away.

 When those with deserts began to finish, Levi pushed back, and excused himself, saying he had to hit the men’s room. He eased along the wall behind those on that side and cut across the dining room. As he moved through the room, he cut a quick glance toward the first baseman, who was watching him. He had been caught looking and it scared him, made him aware all too well how it looked. A guy checking out another guy. Irrationally, he felt like everyone in the dining room had to have seen him. Knew he was looking at the first baseman. Looking at him with desire.

He sped up, moved down the narrow corridor in back and entered the small men’s room, sliding the lock in place. He pissed, washed his hands then just leaned on the counter staring into the mirror looking at the fear visible in his face.

“Pull it together” he whispered to himself.

Opening the door, he started to step out but came up short when he realized someone was standing at the door. Looking up, he saw it was the first baseman.

“You’re Levi, right?”

“Huh…what?”

“Your name…it’s Levi?”

“OH yeah…yes…Levi” he replied, struggling to get his thoughts straight. Then it hit him. “Wait; how do you know my name?”

“Come on, anyone who hits a line drive down the first base line like you did, nearly costing us the game, is someone to take note of.”

Levi remembered the hit, lucky really, for he usually sent his hits over midfield, not down the first base line. It had sailed just over the guy’s head letting him make it to third base, only to not score when Mike struck out.

“And don’t you want to know my name?”

The insinuation couldn’t be clearer, the tone of voice as the first baseman asked Levi.

“Oh…yeah, what is your name?”

“Toby.”

“Toby?”

“Yeah, it was an old family name.”

“I should say congratulations on making the state finals.”

“Thanks.”

“Well, I should get back to my table.”

“Hey, wait a minute.”

“Yeah?”

“I was wondering…would you like to hang out sometime. Movie or come over and play video games or something?”

“Hang out…yeah…sure.”

“I’m going out of town for the next few days to visit my sister up in Tennessee but when I get back, I could call you.”

“Sounds good.”

“Your number?” Toby asked making Levi realize neither had the other’s number.

***

Levi arrived with all kinds of scenarios playing out in his mind. Toby grabbing him as soon as he walks in, throwing him on the floor or the sofa. Or waiting till they were outside at the grill and he ends up on the picnic table as Toby’ main course. Or Toby simply leads him upstairs as soon as he arrives, taking him to a bedroom, slamming the door closed, stripping him then throws him down on the bed.

None of that happened.

Toby had invited him in, got him a beer and led him out to the deck where the grill was still burning down. Music played over speakers hanging from the eaves. It is just the two of them, Toby letting him know his folks were away for the weekend. At first, they talked of the baseball game, jesting back and forth, then Toby tells about his family and his plans in the fall of community college first, for he wasn’t sure what he wanted to major in, then hopefully a university in two years. Levi listens, the beer easing his nervousness, and he opens up about himself. His friends leaving, probably for good, and he too going to the community college to get his grades up before trying for a university.

Burgers cooked and everything set out on the picnic table, they sit opposite of each other, their third beers sweating by their plates as they eat. Levi begins to think he was wrong. Completely and totally wrong about Toby. Maybe he wasn’t gay. There had been no insinuating remarks, or touches, or getting close that would speak to it. He did feel relaxed, the friendliness of Toby making him at ease, even if he was disappointed things had not gone further, in ways aligned with his fantasies.

“I’ll put everything back in the frig if you’ll toss the paper plates” Toby said, as he picked up the mustard, then ketchup.

“Sure; what about the platter and knives? You want me to put them in the dishwasher?”

“That’ll be great.”

Levi stood in front of the sink rising the platter and when he turned to place it in the dishwasher, he realized Toby was standing behind him. He froze for a moment, platter hovering over the rack, then slowly looked up to see Toby smiling down at him.

“W-w-what’s up?” Levi stammered.

“Just seeing if you’re about done in here. Put that into the rack and come on. We can go to my room.”

Levi followed Toby through the dining room into a hall. It was dark, the only light coming from the room at the end on the right, a sliver of light from the partially open door. As Toby pushed the door open, he heard music playing softly and saw the only light came from a lamp on the nightstand, its fabric shade glowing a soft yellow. The television was off and there were no gaming controllers laying out.

“I thought you wanted to play some games?” he asked.

“Oh, we can play those later…come on and sit down.”

Toby sat on his bed and waited, Levi hesitating for a moment, then moves across the room and sits near him. Toby moves closer, leans toward him.

“I’m glad you came over” Toby whispers in a low voice.

“Thanks for inviting me” Levi replies, his tone giving away his anxiousness.

“I’ve seen how you look at me.”

“What?”

“It’s okay, Levi. I look at you the same way.” Toby puts one hand on Levi’s leg and gives it a small squeeze. “Relax…it’s just the two of us. For once, be yourself” he whispers in Levi’s ear before kissing him on the neck.

For a moment time stood still. Levi frozen in place staring straight ahead but seeing nothing before him. He held his breath as he felt Toby’s warm exhales against his neck. He wanted this. Had wanted it for so long he couldn’t believe it was happening. But he was scared of it, too. Then he felt Toby’s hand move up his leg, slide upward over his stomach and chest. He felt it take him by the neck, thumb on one side, the fingers on the other lightly holding him, then pushing back.

“Levi. Relax” Toby whispered as he eased him back on the bed.

Levi finally woke from his trance, realized the situation before him and he pulled Toby over on top of him. He felt the weight of him, pressing down, pinning him to the bed. He ran his hands up from Toby’s waist, pushing the shirt up as he ran them over the smooth flesh within. He turned to Toby, kissed him, then pulled back smiling.

You okay?” Toby asked.

“Yes” Levi replied, leaning up and kissing him again.

As inpatient as Levi was to push things, Toby held him back, guided him to move slowly. They undressed each other garment by garment, kissing and touching exposed flesh as they went. Finally, naked, Levi lying in the middle of the bed, Toby moved between his legs and took him in his mouth.

Levi lay back, eyes closed, savoring the sensation of Toby on his cock. The slick feel of lips moving on it, the tongue that raked over the head making him shiver and the heat of it all. The hot enveloping of his cock that made him grab at the quilt with both hands. Over and over he felt Toby take him, all the way and he fought the urge to push upward.

A hand went under his left leg, moved down till behind the knee, lifting it up while pushing it over. It spread him open, making him more acutely aware of his nakedness. He felt fingers trial up his thigh, rake over his sac, encircle it then tugging it till he shuddered from the pain. It ran up his spine and made his whole-body tingle with the manipulation. He wanted Toby to do it again.

He felt another tug and he cried out.

The fingers released his sac and trialed down lower, touching him in a way he knew was forbidden by so many. The dark nature of it. Too intimate for some. He spread his legs, opening himself up to it.

The fingers raked up and down, rubbing over his opening, teasing him, making him want it. He wanted them to touch him. He wanted them to rub over his tightness then penetrate him. He wanted to feel it. Another boy inside him. A finger rubbed over his opening, pressed against it then slowly sank through its tightness. He shuddered with the penetration as his cock flexed in the heat of Toby’s mouth then filled it with his cum.

He had not realized how close he had been, his release too quick, unprepared for it so soon. But he bucked upward with each ejaculation as he felt the suction drawing his load out then swallowing it.

Levi never felt such longing. The longing for another, in this intimacy. He felt the hands on his bare flesh, moving over it, touches gentle and touches firm, aggressive. He felt the weight of the body on top of him, then its movement between his legs. Then he felt the firm grip of each ankle, each finger pressing into the flesh, holding firmly to each leg, then lifting till they rested against the bare chest hovering over him. His heart raced, his breathing deep, laborious, sucking in air, filling his system with oxygen.

He felt the touch, a slick rake over his most private region. It moved up and down then pressed against his tightness.

He never felt so naked, so exposed. And he never felt his masculinity so strongly.

The scent in the air of his own sweating body, and the body of Toby made him feel his arousal. The ache of his hardness. He felt it slide wetly over his stomach as Toby pressed against him. He shuddered as his tightness loosened and Toby penetrated him. It was his first time and he threw his head back and cried out.

“Relax…push to me…don’t you want me, Levi?”

“Yes.” He had never wanted anything so much, something he feared and obsessed over, the two emotions mingled to a lasciviousness. Lewd, carnal, obscene. Adjectives he was made to believe were all there was to it. But he knew it was wrong. He knew there was more to it. He felt the sensual nature of it, the titillating aspect of it. He felt aroused in a way never felt before. He pushed toward the penetration, feeling the thick fullness of it as it sank deeper and deeper till once again, he felt body pressed against body.

“Fuck me, Toby…fuck me” he stammered in a hoarse whisper. He cried out as his body shivered and grew hot. It was as if he were burning up with a fever. It felt as if Toby was pushing into the deepest recesses of his body. Impossibly deep, penetrating him fully. He held Toby’s hips and felt the slow movement, upward and back down, working through his tightness till he loosened to it.

Toby’s pace increased till the bed rocked beneath them. Noisily it squeaked then began to bang against the wall. The sound was primitive, the drumming of their fuck. It’s rhythm in alignment with the thrusts into his depths. The heaving, undulating body on top of him was hot, slick with sweat. He could smell it, this masculine scent of their exertions. Then he felt lips against his neck, jaw, then over his face till pressed against his own. Their tongues dueled as Toby’s cock piston inside him.

“Take me…take me Levi” Toby utters, his lips grazing Levi’s, as he shoves inward all the way and shudders with release. He slows, working spent cock through his slick load, now so sensitive he can barely stand it.

Levi felt Toby slip out and he feels empty, suddenly aware of how much he wanted it, this fuck with him. His fear was gone, replaced with the confidence he would do it again and again and again. As much as Toby wanted. Naked, heaving for breath, Toby lies beside him. He looks at the sweating body, skin that looks to be glowing and the cock half hard, shiny in the dim light, still wet from their fuck. He wants him, wants him again and he moves over him.

Toby opens to him, legs spread, arms thrown out over his head, letting him do what he wants. What both of them want. Levi lifts one leg and twists Toby’s lower body as he shifts up to him, rubs his hardness along the hot skin then pushes against it, the tight opening trying to prevent his entry.

“Do me…put it in me” Toby pleads as Levi presses against the tightness till he feels the head of his cock squeeze through, then inch after inch being milked by it. Levi holds the leg against his chest and begins to work his hips, to pull outward nearly all the way, then push back inward till his abdomen is pressed against Toby’s ass.

He fucks slowly, feeling every inch move through Toby’s tight opening. He wants this moment to last. To last all night if possible, knowing the ridiculousness of it. He knows he can’t keep up this slow, deliberate pace. It feels too good. It strokes his cock too much, increases his pleasure till he can’t take it. His pace increases till he is shoving inward hard, rocking Toby roughly over the bed.

“Fuck me…fuck me harder” Toby begs as Levi hammers cock into his depths.

Toby begins to stroke his renewed erection, his fist a blur as Levi fucks him, harder, rougher, the sound of their bodies smacking together echoing in the room and through the house.

“Oh fuck…Jesus…” Toby cries out as cum splatters his face and chest.

Levi feels it. The way Toby’s hole grips him with each ejaculation. He pushes through it till he can’t hold back. He leans over the prone body and feels the wet warm cum smear between their chest as he grinds his cock into Toby’s depths. The smell of cum and the slick hotness of Toby’s body against his own pushes him over the edge. He feels the surge of release and shoves inward all the way. His cock flexes then splattered Toby’s insides with cum.

Conclusion

The summer passed quickly, and Levi found himself attending classes at the community college. He had had to drop one class but was able to pick up another, all to align his schedule with Toby’s. To their parents they were helping each other, studying late into the night and on weekends. And they did study together, helped each other with assignments and written reports. But the time didn’t take nearly as long as they claimed.

More often than not, they were slipping off alone, finding places they could be together, and when one or the other’s parents were away for a weekend, they relished the comforts of a bed and the ability to be as wild and noisy as they desired.

Toby’s parents knew the truth, but as with some Southerners, not asking the question makes it not real, the truth not yet confirmed. For Levi’s parents, there was the nagging feeling something was different. That Levi’s renewed happiness over the summer was not something to question. 

By Christmas Levi and Toby would make them know the truth.