When Steph began to paddle her board toward me, I tried to appear as calm and normal as poss, which wasn't fucking easy!
South Africa
Part 51
"Hey, Wingnut! How's high school?"
"School sucks… but it's OK," I shrugged. "Made a few new friends."
"That's neat." She stopped paddling, and sat upright on her stick. "So, is there something you wanna ask me?"
"Nope." I could feel my face glowing totally fucking crimson, but there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it, except to look daggers at Kyle who was a few yards away, rolling with the small swell, and trying to look totally fucking innocent. Yeah, right.
"You sure?"
"Yeah, well, I can't speak to you here, can I… maybe later."
"You wanna come along with me for a paddle?"
"Sure." Whoa! She wanted to be alone with me so we could talk without big-ears Kyle and nosey Steve snooping around.
After sitting on our boards at the back of the break, and chatting for ages, we paddled back to the guys. Straight away, Kyle wanted to know what we'd spoken about.
"What did you tell him?" he asked Steph.
"Ask him… it was private." Then Steph burst into laughter.
"Fuck, Steph… don't play with me! Did you say that you're gonna blow him or something?"
"Well, not quite… I had to wait for him to ask me, or I would've looked like a damn slut."
"You are," he chuckled, "but you're my slut."
"Hmmm, wanna go and fuck?"
"Jeez, you're so fucking crude for a girl!"
"I learn from the best."
It was obvious as Kyle paddled over to me that his curiosity was almost killing him. "So what did you and Steph talk about?"
"Well," I smiled, "your relationship might be in serious trouble once she gets her hands on my bod."
"You are sooo fulla shit!"
"You are sooo worried!"
"About you? Yeah, right!"
"Admit it, Kyle. Once she sees me naked, you're history."
"With that weenie? Ha! Anyway, you never answered my question."
"We spoke about boy-girl stuff. You probably wouldn't understand."
"I'm gonna beat the crap outa you if you don't tell me!"
"OK, OK! Chill! She razzled outa me that I'm into being educated, and she said that if there's anything she can help me with, I should talk to her, and she'd be happy to help."
"So?"
"So she's gonna blow me."
"Did you ask her?"
"Not yet."
Kyle packed up laughing so much I thought he was gonna fall off his board. "You had the perfect chance to ask her! What happened?"
"I didn't wanna seem too over the top. I want her to get more desperate for my bod." Then I cracked up, too. OK, so I didn't exactly get around to asking Steph to blow me, but I was getting the right kinda vibes. Well, that's how it seemed to me, and at least I'd made a bit of headway. Actually, I was feeling pretty chuffed with myself. Woohoo!
That night, in my room, I stood naked in front of the mirror and fantasized about Steph blowing me. But something was missing. Yeah… her lips! Dammit! How the fuck was I supposed to fantasize about something if I didn't know what it felt like? I could've gotten a piece of steak from the fridge, but mom would've noticed it missing. Besides, it would've been cold… and Steph's lips were warm. This had to be the most frustrating thing that had ever happened to me! And to make it worse, every time I'd asked Kyle what it felt like, I'd get 'pretty awesome'. Doh! What the fuck did that mean? Pretty awesome, pretty awesome, pretty awesome. Huh? Jeez!
Anyway, I settled for jacking off while I thought about the time I'd sat on Kyle's chest, and shot my load all over his face. That was about the closest thing to a blow job I'd ever experienced… and seeing my boy juice all over his face was totally fucking wicked! Well, I guessed I kinda freaked at first, but when I realized that he wasn't mad at me, it was way damn cool. I couldn't wait to do it again.
The next afternoon, I rocked over to Kyle's to do my homework in his room. For the whole damn day, I'd been thinking about Steph's sexy lips wrapped around my woody, and what it would feel like. Kyle, though, was being unusually quiet, but I kept asking him questions about blow jobs, anyway. Then, without warning, he snapped, and glared at me. "Why don't you get your own girlfriend to fucking blow you?"
Whoa! That was totally unexpected, and I hadn't realized that he was in such a foul mood. Soon afterwards, I collected my books and went home.
On the walk to school the next day, Kyle and I were like two strangers, with hardly a word spoken. As soon as we arrived at the gates, I split and joined my cricket buddies. At least that took my mind off Kyle being mad at me. But, hey, I was also mad at him! Until the day before, he'd been pretty cool about the questions I'd asked about Steph and BJs… then whammo! Suddenly, I was an asshole.
Later, at break, we kinda bumped into each other. "Hey, Wingnut, where are you off to?"
"Cricket on the field with my buds."
"Cool. How's your day been?"
"Pretty shit… I've got a stack of homework."
"Bummer."
"Hey! I'm playing cricket tomorrow."
"You in the team already?"
"Better believe it."
"That's pretty good. What are you doing this arvie?"
"Homework. I wanna get it over and done with so I can surf after cricket. Meeting some of the guys at the beach."
"Oh… OK."
"And you?"
"Homework. Probably watch the day-night cricket on TV later… then I'm meeting Steve and Mark, and we're going out."
"Cool. Enjoy. See ya."
"Yeah… see ya."
Damn! I was wanting to say something about the previous afternoon, and that I was sorry, but the words just wouldn't come. He was friendly enough, but, at the same time, kinda distant... although I did notice that he seemed a bit pissed 'cause I was going surfing with my grommet buds. On the other hand, he was going out with Mark and Steve. Oh well, it was cool having a big bro while it lasted.
That afternoon, I picked up the dog crap from Kyle's yard like I usually did, but I didn't hang around. Instead, I went skateboarding with my buds. After dinner, I decided to phone Steph.
"Hi, Steph, it's Wingnut. Are you busy or something?"
"Never too busy for you," she laughed.
"Hey, this is kinda serious, and… well, I dunno who else to tell."
"What's the prob?"
"I'm kinda paranoid about some stuff I said to Kyle the other day… and I'm scared to talk to him about it 'cause he'll get mad at me again."
"What did you say?"
"I was doing my homework in his room, and I asked him about… well, y'know, BJs and stuff, and what it was like. And he kinda lost it. He told me to fuck off, and he meant it."
"Kyle said that? That's not like him. Maybe he had something else on his mind."
"Yeah, and I know what… he's mad at me for coming on to you."
"Wingnut! You didn't come on to me! I paddled over to you, remember? It's no biggie! Kyle's old enough to understand that. Besides, I know how much he thinks of you. He would never hurt you… well, not intentionally. Listen, let me have a chat with him. Maybe I can sort it out."
"Would you?"
"Sure. And don't you worry. Everything will be fine."
For the whole weekend, I stayed outa Kyle's way 'cause I didn't know when Steph would get a chance to talk to him, or even if it would make a difference. On the Monday, I left for school earlier than usual so that I could avoid being with Kyle. I wasn't sure if my speaking with Steph had been such a good idea… and, the more I thought about it, the more convinced I became that he would be even madder at me than he was before.
It was during swim prac, that I saw Kyle swimming laps, which gave me an idea. It was time to take the bull by the horns.
"Hey, Kyle, I need some help."
"Hi."
"Hi."
"What with?"
"Ross says my stroke is up to shit, but he's not taking time out to show me why."
"Yeah, well, he's trying to watch all of you dudes at the same time. They're gonna be picking a team from your age group soon."
"So I need some help, 'cause I wanna be on the team."
"OK. Get in the water and lemme check it out."
He watched me swim a few laps, then told me that I was trying to rush my stroke, and wasn't following it through properly. "It's a habit you've gotten into." He got into the water with me at the shallow end, took my arm, and showed me what he meant. Pretty soon, I'd gotten the hang of it.
"Thanks, Kyle," I said as we headed for the change rooms to get ready for class.
"Pleasure, bro. Hey, you've been scarce."
"Been skateboarding most of the weekend, and went to a friend's to watch the cricket."
"Thanks for picking up the dog crap."
"It's my job."
"Yeah," he laughed, "it's your job." It was so damn cool to see my bro laugh again, 'cause he looked totally wicked when he cracked.
"I'm sorry about the other day. I've been feeling really shitty about it, and I didn't know what to say. That's why I wasn't around."
"You're a real dick, you know that? You need to suss out my moods. I'd had a shitty day, and you were the closest target."
"Yeah, well that's cool, 'cause we're buds. Right?"
"Always. Hey, my dad missed you when he was watching the cricket."
"I've missed you, too. It's been shitty just hanging with the juveniles. Anyway, I've taken your advice, and I'm gonna handle it myself when I feel up to it."
"Up to what?"
"BJs."
"You still gonna ask Steph?"
"She's the only cool girl I know. Hey, I know she's your girl and all, but it's not like I'm gonna steal her away or anything. You wanna help me again later this arvie with my stroke?"
"Cool, bro," he smiled.Copyright © 2000 All rights reserved. mrbstories
