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What We Are

Richie's Story

by Richie Ryan

Chapter 10: Snow Days

The next day was Wednesday, and Richie and Lindy walked to school as usual. Lindy could hardly contain himself as he informed Richie the girls would indeed be their dates for Kyle's party. Nancy's mother had also said that either she or her husband would drive the four of them to and from both events, so everything was a go. As the boys passed the Peterson house, Richie glanced at it again.

"Lindy, do you know who the Petersons are?"

"The ones that live in the corner house?" came his answer as he glanced over his shoulder in the direction of the house.


"Yeah, I know 'em. Not personally, but I've seen them in the yard and stuff. Why?"

"Nothin, really. I mean, it's no big deal or anything, but Carl told me that Phil Peterson was gay."

"No shit?" asked Lindy as he turned around to walk backwards in order to look at the house again. "I sure as hell didn't know that," he said as he turned forward again.

"Does it bother you... that there's a gay guy living down the street from us, I mean?"

"No, should it? I mean, he's never hit on me or anything, so what's the big deal?"

"No big deal. I was just surprised when Carl told me is all. Is that homophobic of me or something? To be surprised at that? Cause you know me, right? I mean, I've never thought of myself as being homophobic or anything."

"No, Rich. That don't make you a homophobe. It just surprised you, is all?"

"Yeah? Well it didn't seem to surprise you."

"Well, it did a little, I guess. Maybe it didn't as much because I just read an article in Sunday's paper that said ten percent of the male population is gay. It was a pretty interesting article cause it went into how recent research indicates that being gay is a genetic thing. In other words, gay people are born that way and there's nothing they can do about it."

"Ten percent?" asked Richie.

"Yeah, but I got a feeling the number is way higher than that. I mean, it stands to reason, right? If they're using survey results, wouldn't those surveys require that the people who fill them out, basically admit that they're gay. I mean, they don't like need to come out, or use their names or anything, but wouldn't they have to check a box or something?"

"Yeah, I guess they would," said Richie.

"Then how do they count all the gay people who've never filled out a survey? I guess what I'm trying to say is that I think there are a whole bunch of uncounted gay people. People who never come out, even on an anonymous survey. What d'ya think?"

"You're probably right. Even though it's 'Lindstrom logic', I have to agree with it this time."

"Fuck you," laughed Lindy, as he punched his friend in the arm. "Don't be too quick to put down 'Lindstrom logic', either. You know my shit's good."

Richie was relieved and pleased with Lindy's attitude. It would make it much easier to come out to him if, and when, he decided to do so. He made a mental note to dig out the Sunday paper and read the article.

When they reached the student entrance, Lindy stopped them at the top of the steps.

"By the way, bro, Nancy's mom is picking her up right here after school, and her cousin's gonna be with. Why don't ya come down between last period and practice to check her out? I know you're gonna like what ya see."

"Sweet," said Richie, "I will."

After stopping briefly at their lockers, the two boys moved quickly on to their homeroom, one of the few classes they shared this semester, and immediately went up to the bulletin board where the sign-up sheet was posted. As fast as it was filling up, they still managed to get refreshment duty. Even though they didn't know what all would be involved with that job, they figured it would keep them close to the dance. Besides that, there was room to put the girls names by it as well.

The rest of the day moved quickly. A Pep Rally was held right after lunch for the hockey team, and the Holiday Tournament that was scheduled for the following Saturday. The ten King and Queen candidates were announced at the rally as well, so all of the campaigning became focused on them.

At he end of the day, Richie hurried from his last period class, almost running to meet Lindy by the door as planned. Lindy and Nancy were there when he arrived, and Nancy's mom pulled up a few minutes later with Nancy's cousin in the car. Wanting to meet Richie as much as he wanted to meet her, she jumped out of the car and moved closer to them so that Lindy could make the introductions.

She was gorgeous. She had long blonde hair that reached just below her shoulders, deep blue eyes, and a smile that lit up her face. She stood about a half inch shorter than Richie, and had small but definitely noticeable breasts that were perfect for the rest of her body. Lindy wasted no time with the introductions.

"Rich Andrews, this is Andrea Michaels. Andrea, Rich."

"Nice to meet you," said Andrea as she held out her hand.

Richie was stunned. He just stood there, unable to move or speak as he looked down at this beauty before him. It took an elbow from Lindy to shake him back to reality.

"I'm sorry," he said as he took her hand in his, "Nice to meet you, too."

"OK girls, let's go. We've got a lot to do today." It was Nancy's mother from inside the car.

It seemed as though neither Richie nor Andrea wanted to let go of each other's hand as they stood there. Finally, Nancy broke the moment by pulling on Andrea's arm.

"Let's go, girl. You'll have plenty of time to stare at each other Friday night."

Nancy and Lindy both laughed, and the other two blushed as they released their grip.

Recovering quickly, Andrea said, "See you Friday." Then she slipped into the seat next to Nancy and was gone.

"C'mon, bro, pick up your chin and let's go or we'll be late for practice," said Lindy as he elbowed Richie to get his attention.

When they got to the locker room and began to change, Lindy asked, "So, what did ya think, Rich. Did your bud do right by you, or what?"

"You weren't lyin, Lindy, she is one fine looking babe."

Things were pretty crazy as the week went on. There were several meetings between the Sophomores and Freshmen to make sure everyone understood their jobs at the dance. Richie and Lindy's group would be responsible for keeping the punch bowel full and to fill the cups as needed. They were also strongly cautioned by the faculty advisors not to let anyone spike the punch. They would also be responsible for selling a variety soda by the can that they would have in a tub of ice. Finally, everyone was instructed to alert one of the faculty members if they noticed anyone becoming unruly, or appeared to be the least bit intoxicated.

By Thursday afternoon, Richie was a nervous wreck, and it was beginning to show. It even affected his diving at practice. Lindy, who by contrast was very excited, but seemed to be taking everything in stride, noticed this change in his friend and became concerned. As they were changing into their street clothes after practice that day, Lindy caught Richie sort of spacing out and decided he'd better say something.

"Yo, Rich, snap out of it, will ya?"

"What?" he answered with a raised voice, "What're you talking about? I'm fine."

"Yeah, right. I could dive better than you did today... and don't think Coach didn't notice, either, man. What's with you, anyway?"

"Oh man, Lindy," his voice lower again, almost pleading, "I'm so fucking nervous about tomorrow night, I don't know whether to shit or go blind. I know I'm gonna do somthin stupid, and make a complete ass of myself. I just don't know how long it's gonna take."

Unable to keep a smile from his face, Lindy said, "Bullshit, Rich, you'll be fine. You've been nervous before, lots of times, and you've always been fine."

"Never like this, man. I've never felt this bad before. I just want to make a good impression is all, and I just know I'm gonna fuck it up."

Then, from the end of the locker row came a familiar voice, "Yo, Rich." It was Kyle, making his way toward them.

"Hey, Kyle," said both boys.

Then, handing Richie a folded piece of paper he said, "Here's the map, dude, party starts at eight, but feel free to come early if you want." Then to Lindy he said, "You're coming, too, right?"

"Wouldn't miss it, man. Thanks."

"Um, yeah, thanks, Kyle," said Richie staring blankly at the map as he sat there with just his towel wrapped around his waist, water still dripping from his hair.

Lindy, nearly finished dressing now, said, "Hey, Kyle, slap this guy, or talk to him or somethin, would ya?"

"Why? What's goin on?"

"We got dates for both the dance and your party, and super stud here is ready for a rubber room," said Lindy, now fully dressed and reaching for his jacket.

"Hey, fuck off, Lindstrom!" yelled Richie as he stood and slammed open his locker door. Then, just a little quieter, he added, "Just leave me the fuck alone, would ya.?"

After rolling his eyes at Kyle, Lindy said, "Well, I'd love to stay and chat guys, but I gotta meet Nancy in the library. I'll call ya tonight, Rich. Later, Kyle."

"Later, Lindy," said Kyle as he watched him leave.

Richie was moving now, vigorously drying his hair as he paced back and forth.

Trying not too successfully to keep from staring at Richie's crotch as he paced, Kyle said, "So, what is it, Rich? You nervous about the dance?"

Quickly stopping, Richie pulled the towel from his head and glared at Kyle.

"Yeah, Kyle, I am. I'm fucking nervous as hell, OK?" Then as he started to dry his arms and chest he said, "Don't you have hockey practice or something to go to?"

"No, not until late tonight. But I'll leave if that's what you're getting at."

When Richie gave no reply, Kyle turned toward the exit. Before he could take a step, however, Richie reached out from behind and put a hand on his shoulder.

"No, wait, man. Don't go. I'm sorry I said that."

"It's cool, don't worry about it," said Kyle as he turned to face Richie again. "Finish getting dressed, I'll give you a ride home and we'll talk about it. If ya want to, that is."

Richie finished dressing in silence, and once they were in the car and headed out of the parking lot, he turned to look at Kyle.

"I'm really sorry about the way I acted back there, Kyle. I was a real dick-head to both you and Lindy. I know you guys just wanna help but... "

Placing his hand firmly on Richie's knee to silence him, Kyle finished his sentence.

"...this is your first real date with a chick, and your afraid you're gonna to fuck up big time and do something real stupid. Am I right?"

"Ohhh," groaned Richie, "You are like so right, man. It wouldn't be so bad if I knew this chick, or at least knew something about her... but I just met her yesterday, and I have no clue what she likes or doesn't like, ya know?"

Kyle smiled at Richie, then gave his knee a quick squeeze before returning his hand to his lap.

"Contrary to popular belief, Rich, I haven't always been the irresistible sixteen year old stud you see sitting next to you. It may be hard for you to believe, but I was actually fourteen once, myself... and I had a first date, too."

Turning to look at Richie he continued.

"I know exactly what you're feeling right now, man. The knot in your stomach, the sweaty palms, the edginess, all of it."

Richie looked up into Kyle's eyes but said nothing, so he continued, keeping the tone of the conversation light as he switched back and forth between watching the road and looking at Richie.

"True, I have never had to worry about my looks, I've been lucky in that way, I guess. But you have no worries there, either, man. You are one good looking dude. As far as how you feel right now... been there, done that. I was a basket case before my first date. And ya know what? As soon as the date actually started, everything went away. It's just like a big hockey game for me, or a big diving competition for you, when it's time to go to work, you're a pro. Trust me on this one, bro, I know what I'm talking about."

Kyle looked back to his driving again while he waited for Richie to say something. When he heard no response, he turned his head again to find him still staring.


"I was just wondering," said Richie with intended humor, "How a big strong hockey player, who would get in somebody's face in a heartbeat, could be so sensitive and understanding."

With a blushing smile on his face, Kyle looked out the windshield again.

"Yeah, well, I'm going to have to work on that part of my personality." Then, still smiling, he looked at Richie and added, "The sensitive part, I mean. After all, I do have a reputation to maintain."

The remark struck Richie so funny, that he began to laugh hysterically. 'Boy, was Kevin wrong about his best bud when it comes to being sensitive,' he thought. He continued to laugh, which got Kyle going as well, and the tension that had been building in Richie over the last two days seemed to leave his body all at once. From that moment on, he knew he would be alright.

Toward the end of supper that night, Richie decided to tell his parents about the party. Knowing that a 'parent-son' conversation was about to take place, Carl excused himself, leaving the three of them to talk.

"What kind of a party is this going to be, Richie?" asked his mom.

"Just a party. Nothing special. There'll be a bunch of kids from school there, and me and Lindy are taking Nancy and Andrea."

"And Nancy's parents are OK with it?" asked his father.

"Yeah, they're fine with it. As a matter of fact, they said they would drive us over there, then pick us up again around midnight."

"Won't it be mostly older kids there?" asked his mother.

"No, not at all. Probably be kids of all ages there," said Richie. Then adding, "Well, high school ages, anyway."

He really didn't know how many other kids his age would be there, but what he had told his parents was probably true.

After a short pause, Richie's mom smiled and said, "Well, it sounds like it'll be fun, Richie, and I see no reason why you shouldn't go." Then turning to her husband she asked, "What do you think, dear?"

"Sure, I've got no problem with it. Just remember the ground rules, Richie. You behave yourself, and be respectful and attentive to your date. Don't ignore her and leave her hanging with a bunch of strangers while you party it up with your friends. And most importantly, Richie, if you see any signs of drinking, or drugs going on, you call either Nancy's parents or us right away to come and get you. Understood?"

"Yes sir," said Richie, "I'm sure that won't be a problem, but I promise."

He hadn't thought about it before, and really didn't know what to expect as far as drugs and alcohol were concerned, but decided he would keep his eyes open, and if things were to get out of hand, he would indeed call for a ride.

After Richie cleaned up the kitchen, he went to his room to do some homework. Unable to concentrate, he started to dig through his closet for something to wear to the party. After about twenty minutes, and a growing pile of clothes on his bed, he found a pair of light gray Docker's and a darker gray cashmere V neck sweater he'd forgotten he owned. Deciding that they would work, and thankful he didn't have to buy anything new, he draped them over the back of his chair. He didn't know if he would wear a T-shirt under the sweater, but figured he could wait until the last minute to make that decision. As he returned the rejects to his closet, he smiled when he realized that after talking to Kyle, his choice of clothes didn't seem nearly as important anymore.

'Man, Kevin,' he thought, 'you don't know your friend quite as well as you think you do.' Then he wondered about Lindy, and if there were things about him that he didn't know. For sure there were things about Richie that Lindy didn't know, so he guessed the reverse must be true as well.

Almost as if on cue, he heard the telephone ringing from one of the other bedrooms, instantly irritated again that he didn't have his own phone. When a minute passed after the ringing stopped, and he heard no one call his name, he assumed it was for someone else, so he sat back down at his desk. Soon there was a soft knock at his door, followed by the sound of his father's voice.


"Yeah, Dad, c'mon in."

Stepping into the room, his dad held out the cordless phone.

"It's Lindy."

"Thanks, Dad, but you didn't have to bring this up."

"No problem, son, I was coming up to do some work, anyway."

After handing the phone to Richie, his dad left the room, closing the door behind him.

"Yo, bro, what up?" asked Richie as he slumped down in his chair.

"You promise not to tell me to fuck off?"

"Look, I'm sorry about that, OK? It was just my nerves talkin, honest."

"I know, bro," answered Lindy. "You gonna be OK?"

"Yeah, I'm sure of it."

"In that case, HELP!" screamed Lindy into the phone.

Richie couldn't help but laugh at Lindy's plea.

"What's wrong, man? You catch your dick in your zipper again?"

"I only wish it were that easy, bro. I got nothin to WEAR this weekend!"

Richie was laughing again as he pictured Lindy's bed stacked with picked-over clothes as his was earlier.

"What're you talking about, man? You got more to choose from than I do, and I'm all set."

"Bullshit! I've been through everything I got, and nothin looks good."

"Look, Lindy. First of all, put everything back in your closet... then, when we get out of school at noon tomorrow, I'll come over and help ya find something, OK? Trust me, man, I know you got plenty over there to choose from."

"Ya think?"

"I know, bro."

"OK, if you say so, but I'll be damned if I can find anything."

"Not to worry, bro. Now, what else is goin on?"

"Nothin, just these stupid clothes."

"Then there's no problem. By the way, I told the rents about Kyle's party."

"Yeah? Were they cool with it?"

"Sure, just the usual parental cautions, is all. Were yours?"

"Oh yeah, no problem there. I think they're more excited about me having a date than worried about the party. Parents can sure act weird sometimes, ya know?"

"No doubt about that, man. So how's that goin? With you and Nancy, I mean."

"Great, man. I mean, I started out just trying to get close to her, ya know? And now we're like, getting to be friends. We get along really good together, too. She's so easy to talk to, ya know? Sometimes I feel like I know her as good as you. Well, not quite, but you know what I mean."

"Sure I do. Like you're building a relationship there."

"Yeah, I guess you're right. Kinda scary when ya think about it, huh?"

"Not at all, dude. Shit happens, man... I'm happy for ya, and from what I've seen, you coulda done a lot worse. Sounds to me like she could be real good for you, too."

"Thanks, man, Time will tell, I guess. Look, I gotta go and put all this shit away. By the way, how the hell did you know I had clothes spread all over. You a psychic or somthin?"

"No, man, I just went through all my stuff so I knew you'd be doin the same thing. I'll see you in the morning."

Later that night, as he lay awake in his bed, too excited to sleep, Richie thought about the dance, the party, and Andrea. 'God she's pretty' he thought, somewhat remorsefully. Too bad her date is gay. Was he really totally gay though? Is it possible that he's bisexual? If not, then how come the sight of her as she got out of the car made him melt, then freeze up, unable to speak. She was truly beautiful. He knew he hadn't looked at her in a sexual way, he didn't know exactly how he'd looked at her, but he knew that he thought she was just about the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen.

He stretched out on the bed, closed his eyes, and tried to picture her in the nude. He imagined her standing before him, with her small but pertly rounded breasts just inches from his face. Remembering her perfect round butt as she climbed back into the car, he pictured it unclad as well. His dick started to stir in his boxers. He thought about her soft, delicate skin, and how smooth it would feel to his touch. As his hand snaked its way under the waistband of his underwear to grasp his rock hard member, he wondered how her silky hair would feel against his face. Then, with his hand slowly stroking his shaft, he opened his eyes in surprise. He was actually getting turned on by these images of a naked girl. Why? What was it about this girl, this particular girl, that was getting him hot. It was her body of course - it had to be her body. She had the body of an athlete. 'That's it,' he thought, 'She has the body of a gymnast or something.' Although it wasn't the body of a boy by any stretch of the imagination, it did seem to have a sort of familiarity about it. He once again pictured her beautiful face and killer smile. Even though it was a pleasing sight, it no longer kept the attention of his dick as it went soft in his hand. 'Maybe I'm just so horny that any naked body would get me going.'

As he continued to lay there with his hand resting on his now flaccid penis, he thought about Kyle again. He thought about the little things - like how he had grabbed Kyle's shoulder in the locker room, and how Kyle had grabbed his knee later in the car. He thought about the jolt he felt go through his entire body with each occurrence. Before he knew it, his dick was at attention again.

Slipping off his boxers, he closed his eyes and pictured Kyle, standing in front of him, both of them naked and hard. As he tightened the grip on his cock, he imagined he was reaching for Kyle's cock, while Kyle reached for his. He pictured them as they moved closer to each other, the glans of their hardness pressing against each other as they held them in their hands. He looked deep into Kyle's eyes, feeling the jolt again when Kyle placed his strong free hand on the small of his back to pull their bodies into a tighter embrace. He felt it again when he reached his own free hand around to Kyle's firm and incredibly hot ass cheeks, letting his fingers slip into the crack as he, too, pulled for closer contact. No words were spoken as each boy tilted his head slightly to the side, easing forward until their lips touched. The kiss was soft and tender as their lips parted just enough for the tips of their tongues to find each other. Holding each other close, their lips pressed together, they began to stroke each other's rigid member, slowly and gently, neither one in a hurry to move on.

Richie was getting close now as his fantasy lover moved his head away from him, slowly and silently breaking their kiss. Moving his eyes from Richie's, he focused them on his breast as he released his cock. When he placed the palms of his hands on Richie's chest, it began to heave as each breath deepened. Kyle looked into Richie's eyes again as he gently moved his hands in a circular motion, finally coming to rest with his nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. He squeezed and kneaded each bud until they were both erect and sensitive. Then he leaned in, bending his head down until his lips found one of the objects of his attention. As he sucked the nipple into his eager mouth, he slid both of his hands behind Richie to squeeze and massage his ass cheeks.

Richie arched his back, as if trying to get more of his body into contact with Kyle's. Loosening his grip on Kyle's cock just long enough to reposition it so he had both cocks in the same grip, he brought his other hand around from Kyle's ass. Reaching between their bodies, he cupped both sets of silky smooth balls while Kyle moved his hungry mouth from one nipple to the other. After another minute, he brought both hands up and around to Kyle's back, never breaking contact with his skin. As he massaged his back with his left hand, he slid his right one up into Kyle's hair, pulling his head tighter against his nipple. He let out a gasp when Kyle's lips began to kiss their way down toward his navel, then on past it, leaving a trail of saliva into his pubic hair. Then, without hesitation, he placed his lips on the head of Richie's dick, then proceeded to slip its entire length into his hot, wet, and hungry mouth.

This sent Richie over the edge. He splashed hot, creamy, boy spunk across his chest and onto his stomach. Blast after blast rained down on him as his balls were held tightly to his groin, his whole body rigid in the spasms of ecstasy. His orgasm was long and fulfilling, and as he slowly came down from his sexual high, he fell asleep, his cum soaked hand still wrapped around his dick as it went soft.

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