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AND WHY WON'T HE PICK UP THE PHONE?!?!?!
"Hello?" Came a young voice on the other end. Would you believe that I had to seriously fight the urge to hang up without saying a word? Geez!
"Hey...is Jamie there?" I asked. I had to be sure it was him.
"This is Jamie." He said, and then after a short pause, he said, "Is this Gary?"
He sounded like he was smiling when he said it. I thought for a moment that maybe he actually did find it hilarious that this 30 year old man would be calling him back. Still, if this was going to be a rejection, I wanted to hear from his lips. "Yeah. It's...it's Gary."
"Omigod, sweet! Um...wait a second ok? I'm getting out of a taxi right now, hold on!" He said excitedly. "DON'T hang up, ok?" I felt myself get even harder and squirming a bit as I heard his voice float into my ears with a ring of interest. He must have been paying the taxi driver at the moment, and then I heard him say 'thank you' before shutting the door. "Gary? Are you still there?"
"Yes. I'm here."
"Hehehe, omigod...I'm SO glad that you called me, dude! I felt soooo bad for doing that to you tonight, but I kinda thought...I mean, I wanted to talk to you. You just seemed kinda 'busy'."
"Ohhh, yeah. That." I said, referring to Monica as an afterthought. "I almost didn't call, you know?" I admitted.
"Seriously? Why?"
"Well..." I started, and I heard him waiting for my answer as he rattled keys to get into his apartment. "...Let's just say that I was a bit nervous, and leave it at that."
"You were nervous? About talking to me?" Oh God...the sensational texture of his teen voice was soooo...thrilling! "Aww, don't be nervous, ok? I wanted to talk to you. For real." I could hear another door open inside, and then figured he was in his apartment, as I heard the familiar sounds of shoes being kicked off and bags and keys being set down on the table.
I wasn't sure what to say to him, still amazed that I was even doing this. It was a surreal situation, but his voice painted a picture of those soft, fully, lips forming the words, and thoughts of his enchanting, nymph like, beauty stroked my emotions, and compelled me to talk more. "So you took a cab home, huh?"
"Hehehe, well...I usually take the slow ass 404 bus. But lucky for me, somebody gave me a rather generous tip tonight. So I could afford a little luxury." He grinned.
"I would hardly consider my tip, OR a cab ride, a thing of luxury."
"Maybe I'm just easy to please." He said, a flirtatious tone in his voice. I heard a gentle huff of air as he, no doubt, plopped down on his bed and laid back to talk to me a bit more. "Sooo....hehehe..." He seemed to know what he wanted to say...but decide to 'feel' me out a bit more first. "I didn't mess up things with your date, or whatever, did I?"
"Not hardly." I told him, slumping down on the couch myself, and spreading my legs a bit to press down on the stiff bulge that was straining to be attended to. "If anything, you made it more interesting." It was my first, even remotely, flirtatious comment...but just in case I was reading this wrong, I didn't want to start out with anything too obvious.
Jamie's voice lowered slightly in tone, and his words seemed to get softer. "Really?" He nearly moaned it, and I caught myself smiling without even knowing it. "You know...I made the hostess sit you at my table tonight. I saw you when you came in."
"Really now?"
"Uh huh..." He said, moving around a bit on the bed.
"Now why would you want to do something like that?"
"Hehehe..." He sighed a bit, and softly added, "...Um....because."
"Because what?"
"Hehehe...." His giggle was so seductive. I loved it. And he got a kick out of me making him say it. "Because...I wanted to meet you."
"Ah, I see." I said, playing coy as my body responded to his every word.
"I saw your mark when I came to the table. I've never seen one on anybody before. I was hoping that it meant what I was thinking it meant."
"My...?" And I looked down to see the tiny 'C' that I had drawn on the middle fingernail. "Oh wow...shit. You got me." I grinned.
"Yep!" He told me. "So...you read the site?"
"Sometimes. Yeah."
"You 'like' the stuff you see there?" He asked, loading the question.
"Sometimes......yeah..." I groaned softly.
"Everything?"
"Hehehe, you're gonna get me into trouble talking like that, you know?"
"Hahaha! No, I'm not. Really."
I hesitated for a brief moment, but I had to ask. "Jamie?"
"Yeah?"
"Can I ask you how old you are?"
"Don't worry, I'm legal." He smiled.
"Hehehe, great. But that SO doesn't answer my question."
"Well, how old do you think I am?"
I chuckled. "You know, I don't think you really want me to answer that question." He giggled sweetly to himself, and I asked, "Ok...say that I had ordered an alcoholic drink tonight. Would have been allowed to bring it to my table?"
"That's soooo not fair." He grinned. "Sighhh....no."
"So under 21, then?"
"Yeah."
"Twenty?"
"Hehehe...uhhhh....no." He laughed bashfully.
"Nineteen?"
"Almost!" He said.
"Hehehe, how 'almost' is almost?"
"My birthday was three weeks ago."
"Your nineteenth?"
He paused. "Um...no...my eighteenth."
"Jesus..." I whispered.
"But that's TOTALLY legal, right? I mean...that's not THAT young."
"It is to me, Jamie." I said with a grin. "Wow...eighteen. Freshly eighteen at that." No wonder he was so 'pretty'.
"SO? Come on...that's not too young for you is it?" He seemed to be getting a bit worried about the direction the conversation was going, and I tried to make him smile.
"Too young for me to do what, is the question?"
"Hehehe, whatever you want. Whenever you want?" He said. "Now, if you want to. You wanna come over? You can."
"Hahaha!" I didn't mean to laugh out loud in his face like that, but it caught me by surprise. Especially the way he asked me to just...'come over'. It was adorable!
"What? You don't wanna come over?" He smiled.
"I just...didn't expect you to be so forward in asking. That's all." I chuckled.
He shifted on his bed a bit, and softly told me, "Well...I've been told that I've done the whole 'teen angst' thing to death. Hehehe, so this time I thought...maybe I'd just go all out for what I wanted."
"And...am I what you wanted? Old man like me?"
"Hehehe, you're not THAT old! Geez..."
"Older than you. Almost double, in fact."
"So?" The way he said it sent a shiver of pure silver up and down my back.
"And that doesn't bother you?"
"No. I like you. I think you're really cute." He said. "Does it bother you?"
Now that was the question of the evening. Who was I fooling? He was so sweet, and so polite, and so slim, and so pretty in the face...did I really expect him to be any older? Did I really need him to be? The fact of the matter was...I don't think I had ever been crazier for ANYBODY in such a short time before. And I've never been able to have boys like this talk to me with any kind of romantic interest before either. Not even when I was in high school or college myself? He was waiting for an answer. Hell, even *I* was waiting for an answer at this point. And finally, my true emotions spoke for me. "No. It doesn't bother me."
"Whew....good!" He said. "So, when are you gonna come over?"
"Hahaha! Stop that!" I told him.
"Come ooonnnnnnnnn! Don't be like that!" He whined playfully. "Why not?"
"Why not???" I repeated.
"Yeah, give me one good reason why you don't wanna come over."
"Why don't we try just going 'out' first? Maybe get to know each other a bit before we make any big plans. You might decide that you don't like me after all."
"Not if we're naked, I won't." He giggled. "What's not to like?"
"Sighhh...do you treat all of your customers with this level of service?" I teased.
"You're not a customer. I gave you my number. So you're my 'gentleman caller'."
"Now doesn't THAT sound professional?"
"Hehehe, it's better than customer. That makes me sound all whorish and shit." You could feel his passion through the phone, and at this point, I had almost wiggled myself right down to my living room floor.
"Oh no, not a shy little boy like you."
"Hey! I'm KINDA shy...sometimes. Just...not right now." He caught himself and started to giggle happily to himself again. "Awww, see? We haven't even been talking that long and you're already awesome. Seriously...you should come over here tonight. So we can talk more."
"Mmmmm...'talk', huh?" I moaned with a grin.
"Yeah......." There was a silence, and he said, "Just for a little while. If you want."
"How about...we wait a little bit? And I'll take you somewhere to get some dinner. How's that?" Yes, there really WAS a horny little monster in me that was practically ripping me to shreds from the inside out, just trying to grab that phone and tell him I'll be there in ten minutes! But...I wanted to at least be a 'little' bit careful with this situation. I definitely want to slow things down so we both have an opportunity to slow things down. Geez....EIGHTEEN! Ahhh, what did I DO for this important piece of instant karma to come my way???
"Awww...are you sure?" He asked, a boyish whimper in his teen voice.
"Hehehe, yes, I'm sure. When is your next day off from work?"
He sucked his teeth a bit, twisting a bit on his bed. "It's not until SATURDAY!"
"That's only three days away, Jamie."
"I know, but...." He sighed again. "Ok...how about you come over, and we'll just order something to eat instead? There's this cool place, like, right down the block from me."
"You are just ITCHING to get me in your house, aren't you?"
"Among 'other' things." He giggled, and when I gasped in a moment of shock, it made him laugh out even louder. "Will you call me?" He asked.
"Yes. I will call you."
"Don't screw with my head, and then not call because you think I'm too young or whatever, ok? You PROMISE you're gonna call me?"
"I promise."
He seemed almost desperate for me to make him believe it. And he said, "Please? Ok? Just...like, call me tomorrow, so I know you'll call me. And call me on Friday too, k?"
"Hehehe, I will. I swear. I promise. I'm gonna call."
"Ok then. I've got your phone number in my phone now! So you better call me! Or I'm gonna call you to find out why you didn't call me!" He agreed. "I'm glad that you got back to me, Gary. Really. I would have felt really silly if you didn't talk to me."
"I think I would have too." I said to him, and the comment made him melt.
"I can't wait to see you this weekend." He whispered.
"Me either. Goodnight, Jamie..." I said.
And he returned the comment. But before hanging up the phone, he said, "Oh! Wait! Before I forget...whatever you do, don't think about coming over here and fucking the shit out of my sweet, tight, ass or anything! Otherwise you won't get any sleep between now and Saturday!" And before I could even begin to laugh my ass off at the shock of his statement, the tricky little bastard hung up the phone on me!
I think I must have laughed to myself about that statement for the next ten minutes straight. I leaned against the back of the couch, and just...kept giggling to myself every few breaths. He was AMAZING! He was young, yes, but his personality just 'energized' me inside. As sensible as I was trying to be about this...my emotions were completely swept away with the first phone call. And I found myself figuring out that Jamie wasn't just putting on an act either. Because, in the days to follow, our continuing phone calls proved to me that he had even more to offer me than I had originally thought. His sense of humor was always present, even in the simplest of conversations. It was this cheerful vibration that was evident in every word he spoke. You could just tell the he loved life, and that not a single ray of sunshine went by him unappreciated. And while his sexuality would occasionally sneak into our talks here and there, it wasn't the only thing he had to talk about. Nor was it the only thing to love about him. It was hard to believe that a teenager with such a bubbly and addictive personality would be so attractive. Not to be too vague, but most of the really REALLY hot guys out there, especially at that age...have a bit of an attitude. Half of them have an ego the size of Texas, and the other half have the intelligence of a box of animal crackers. Jamie somehow avoided both, and maintained a glorious smile that could melt your heart from a distance, even when you're just hearing it over the phone.
Jamie would sometimes call me from work while he was on break, just to make sure that I didn't forget. He set up a countdown clock at home to keep track of how long it would be until our date. I made sure to ask this time, "You're not a vegetarian, are you?"
His answer was, "FUCK no! Hehehe!"
"Oh well, pardon me for asking."
"No way. I like meat. I looovvvvvveeeee meat!" He giggled, and it made me smile for the rest of the day. That Friday night, when he was still at work, I told him I'd see him tomorrow. And he answered, "Ok, babe.Talk to you then. Bye!" And he hung up. It was so...natural. So innocent. I don't think he really thought about it, or said it for any real 'reason'...but he called me 'babe'. And in such a tender and affectionate way. I guess I just wasn't expecting it at the time. But having Jamie call me 'babe' was the most amazing thing in the world to me. But to him...it was just a natural progression from calling me Gary all the time. I wonder if this was as sweet and cuddly for him as it was for me. Or if I was just being strange. Heh...that boy does wonders for the soul. I swear.
Saturday.
It came so fast that I had to double check the calendar to make sure I had the day right. Not that Jamie would have let me forget. He called me three times before I actually left the house. Once to make sure that I wasn't going to back out on him at the last minute. Twice to tell me the plan, that we would walk down the street to get dinner take out, and go back to his place to watch movies. And a third time to tell me that he was in the shower and just wanted to make sure that I didn't try to call while he couldn't hear his cell phone ring. Hehehe, it was like having a kid search the house early for his Christmas presents! But his enthusiasm helped to give me enough courage to throw all of the silly stuff aside and actually go over there! I don't think I could have dressed myself up enough. I shaved extra close, I showered extra clean, I triple checked my teeth. But when I looked in the bathroom mirror...the face staring back at me was NOT 18 years old any more. And never would be again. And yet...there was a familiar glimmer in the eyes that I haven't seen in years. That tiny little bit of magic that I thought that I had tossed aside in order to...'grow up'. I thought that I had gotten rid of it. Traded it in for an apartment, a job, and a car. It was a part of my soul that I was sure that I had sold cheap to bill collectors and tax agents. But...thanks to Jamie...it was right there, looking me in the face. And it was smiling.
How did he awaken such an enchantment inside of me after all this time? How did he make it so pure, so golden? I only hope I'm able to do HALF for him as he's doing for me. Just half.
I got in my car, followed Jamie's detailed directions to his house, and then searched around for parking. I had only seen him once. We had only been talking for a week. LESS than a week, actually! And already, my heart was trying hard to not swell beyond the point of bursting just thinking about him. When I got out of the car, I prayed that he wouldn't look at me for a second time and suddenly change his mind. What if I'm not the handsome gentleman he remembers seeing from the restaurant? Ugh, the voices, the doubts, the fears...they began swarming around me at top speed as I approached his apartment building. Trying to turn me back. Trying to make me give in. But I didn't. I was already taking a huge leap of faith, just by calling him back that first night. There was no reason for me to stop now.
I rang the bell, and I heard Jamie's angelically light voice on the intercom. "Gary?"
"Yeah, it's me."
"AWESOME! I'm on the third floor! Apartment #303, k?" And I suddenly heard a loud buzzing sound as he accepted me into the building. I was surprised that I didn't even get winded going up the stairs to his floor. I think I was too excited to see him again to worry about anything like...physical strain. And when I got to his floor, he was already standing in the hall with his door open. My God...he was even more beautiful than I remembered. He was standing there in his sock feet, wearing sweatpants and a white t-shirt. He smiled cheerfully when he saw me, and it put a great deal of those fear to rest inside when he greeted me so warmly. "Gary! You came!" He said, and came out to hug me lovingly around the neck.
He was so soft that I thought he would literally dissolve in my arms. His incredibly sleek waist was wiry and almost impossible to hold onto when I wrapped my arms around it. He smelled sweet. Like freshly baked pound cake, right out of the oven...and the urge to kiss him on the cheek was irresistible. So I gave him a peck, feeling some of his blond locks swipe across the bridge of my nose. He blushed shyly, and then took me by the hand. "Dude, this is my house! You gotta SEE it! Come in! Come in!" He pulled me inside, his smile reaching from ear to ear, and waved over all of his worldly possessions for me to see.
The TV was on in the background, playing some sitcom rerun that I didn't recognize. And he had obviously just into the place not more than a month or two ago. In fact there were still a few boxes in the corner of the living room with stuff in them. It was a one bedroom apartment with a slightly tilted floor, and a faded blue carpet on the floor. There was a rusted radiator in the corner, and the appliances in the added kitchen were right out of the 'Honeymooners' TV show. Hehehe, but the way he saw everything, you would have thought that Caesar himself had taken you to a mountaintop to show you his kingdom. Wow, I remember my first apartment too, and I knew the freedom of it was just as liberating as your first bike, and your driver's license. If not MORE so. So, looking at it through his eyes, this place was pure majesty at it's best.
"I like it! You're definitely done well for yourself in here." I said.
His face glowed with a bashful pride, and he said, "Thanks. I'm still gonna fix it up some more. But so far it's cool. Well, I mean...I think it's cool."
"It definitely is." I said, and he smiled at me, looking me in the eyes, his baby brown orbs glistening with the kind of boyish infatuation that I was trying to hide from him when I first laid eyes on him.
"I totally can't believe you're here. You're so cute." He said. But before I could respond, he said, "Just let me put some shoes on, and we can go get the food. K? Give me a second!" He disappeared into his bedroom, and came back out seconds later. "Couldn't you just totally see yourself getting naked in this place? I sure can?" He giggled.
"Suuuure. How about we go get that food now?" I smiled, letting his playful nature flourish without giving into it fully. At least not just yet.
Jamie was a regular chatterbox that evening, his conversation was just as exciting and lively as it was on the phone. Except now, with the added bonus of his alluring visuals and comical gestures...it was even more captivating than ever before. To know that this sweetheart, without the dress clothes, or the mask of just making 'phone talk'...could still maintain such a magical effect on me, was a mind blowing experience. And yes, he was still mildly effeminate in everything he did, but it had this really sensual effect on me. It wasn't over the top, just kinda cute and playful, and since he was never one to hide his 'design' for tonight...he never let his intentions go into hiding. Often catching me by surprise with a few jokes and teases. Honestly, I don't think I ever had more fun on a...well....a 'date' before. And by the time we had gone to the restaurant and brought the food back to his apartment...I think I was kinda falling for the little brat.
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