One December Night...
I was 16, have never been into any relationship or fling. All I know is that, I am curious and wonders what it is like to be with someone of same sex---a male. I grew up in a village where people are just close and knew each other. Guys at my age are also numerous, like 29.
I grew up playing the sports of basketball. My brother is a varsity player, my cousins are too. So I grew up mastering the skills of playing the game. Basketball was my avenue to meet guys at the village. In this instance, I met lots of guys, not knowing whether apart from the game---if some of them has the same curiosity as I do.
I met Nestor since my elementary days. Their family is known in the village since they owned and managed a shipping business. Yes, one or should I say, the richest family in the village. He was intelligent, a great ball player and most of all---charming and handsome. Lots of girls were linked to him, but never got into a relationship with any of them as far as I know.
December has always been the busiest day of the year for the village. As this is the season where neighbors get together preparing for the party and activities for Christmas both for the youth and for all families in that village. This is where we get to know him well as we were assigned to coordinate the Christmas party for the youth.
Prior to this, Nestor have had close friends which I envy a lot since these were the people who always get to hang out with him in his residence. And another guy, whom he is fond with. At times I see Him caressing that guy as if just like the affection of a brother. I must admit that I really get envy. I was wishing somehow that I was that guy. By the way, the guy's name is Alan. At this time of the year, Alan was out of town taking the licensure examination for engineering. And so, these were the times, Nestor had spent a great deal of time with us, the other guys in the group. He joins us for basketball and hang out with us too. Now, this group that he is hanging out with were usually three years younger than him and this is the group where I belong. Nestor was like 4 years older than us. In those times, Nestor and Alan belong to the senior group or club in that village. But since Alan is out, he started hanging out with us after a basketball game in the village.
The temperature seems humid that whole afternoon. There was a sign of impending rain. But to most of us who are away from school vacation each moment counts. Youths at this time of the year make the most of their Christmas vacations by spending it outdoors playing. It was almost 7:00 in the evening. It was just unusual that most of those who played that afternoon went home early for dinner. I was thinking of going home too for dinner but hesitated as Nestor is still around. Until only the two of us left. We started talking just about anything. We stayed in the guardhouse where we can sit and see passer's by. This was an unusual situation for me. I could not even recall in the past alone with Him. To my knowledge, Nestor doesn't feel like being with me alone---maybe he finds me that young enough to talk about smart things in this life. For other reasons, maybe it is because we were not that close since we both have different groups of guys to hang out with. But still, I couldn't believe we were actually in there, exchanging ideas and just conversing. He seems to be enjoying the chat until the rain fell hard. So hard that the guardhouse we were sheltering with almost collapse. The guardhouse was made of plywood and galvanized iron. It has been standing in our village for more than 5 years that time, surpassing several storms.
And so, we got wet. Nestor invited me to bathe on the rain and so we did. We both got hungry since it was way past dinner and there we were still outside and with the heavy rain. He decided to drop by his place and grab some money and out we went to a nearby food street and treat me a barbecue. We cherished every bit of the experience as both of us we really enjoying it. We didn't mind getting so soaked with the rain which continued to fell stop for more than an hour now. We shared the barbecue along with the hanging rice which is a famous delicacy in our place. We open one liter of Sprite and shared with just one glass to drink with. Afterwards we found an ice cream parlor, nearby and have some and while we were walking back to the village, his one hand clutching to the ice cream while the other one he put around my neck. I was so heaven that time that I didn't mind getting a cold or flu afterwards.
We were so unaware of the time that it was almost midnight when we went back to our place. While I was about to say goodbye, he invited me to just sleep instead in his place for the night was getting deep. He was worried that no one might open the door for me as everyone was expected to be on be on bed by the cold weather that night. So I accepted the invitation.
We take turns taking the shower at his posh house, two blocks away from where I live. I learned that night that his parents were out for a business trip. He opened a champagne and played the piano(one of his gift too, very talented at playing at it). We sang classic songs by Carpenters. Until he played---We've only just Begun".
It time to sleep. I was so surprised that Nestor wanted me to be in his bed. There were two beds in there but he wanted me to share it went him. I was so nervous because all this time I have no clue of what is going to happen. All those years, Nestor was always a fantasy. Seeing him caressing friends in our group just made me believe that he just like that, a very affectionate friend who grow up without siblings. That could be the reason why He is very affectionate because he grow up alone without a brother and a sister. At first instance, I could feel the heat and spark as we share the same bed and blanket. He caressed me so tightly and continued with the chat. At times, he would rub my back. I was so nervous, I don't know what to do because I admit am getting turn on by those touchings. Naturally, I just responded, rubbing his back too. Until a lot of things happen after that. We made love, I had my first kiss---and the rest is history in that one rainy December night... |
Posted on Sep 09, 2007 by jayveejay
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