Cool Fools 4: Consequences

When he got home, Woody went straight to bed and got under the covers. His girlfriend Kimora called him twice, but he didn’t answer either time. He had spent the whole wintry afternoon searching for one guy, and the search ended with an emotionally draining conversation topped off with a decision that could change his life forever. 

Woody recalled kissing Ethan two years ago. In the sexually fantastical moment, he had been willing to give his whole self, both body and soul, to the that impossibly perfect guy. But the young man had never really thought about the consequences, of how that would completely change his life forever. Now Ethan had given him time to think it thoroughly and so Woody lied in bed…thinking…

Woody had always been attracted to girls…there was no doubt about that…and wild, sexy, but atypical girls like Kimora he liked even more. While watching heterosexual porn, he always hated it when there were lingering shots of the male body; why not focus on the girl the whole time? When Ethan came into his life—or rather, his sister’s life, Woody began feeling things for this guy that he had never felt for another man before. Woody had eyes and recognized other men’s good looks or nice physique—but there was no chemical reaction in his body when he saw another guy shirtless. But when he looked at Ethan—even fully clothed doing something mundane as standing behind the counter ringing up an item—a whirlwind of excitement took over his body.

Woody had pretty liberal parents, but even so, society instilled in him that men with men being together was just wrong. Throughout primary school, Woody had been put off when he saw two guys kissing…whether in films or real life. Then junior high came and his best friend Reed had kissed him; though Woody was shocked, he wasn’t horribly disgusted by it (it was like his mother kissing his cheeks, it was pleasant but definitely not arousing) After that kiss, Woody was no longer bothered when he saw two guys kiss, but he still didn’t find it as appealing as two girls kissing. 

Then tragedy struck and the loss of his sister brought Woody closer to Ethan. With such a wonderfully comforting presence by his side, Woody contemplated what it would be like to kiss this incredibly nice guy. Finally after, he had the chance to find out that night in Ethan’s basement…

It would have been the best kiss Woody ever had…if Ethan hadn’t stopped it!

Woody heard tapping by the window and suddenly thought of his sister. Quickly he rose out of bed and pulled up the blinds. Sitting on the limb of the tree was a girl with long raven silky hair and the most beautiful round eyes. Even though he had avoided talking to her tonight, he was still pleasantly surprised to see her outside his window. Woody opened the window and grinned at the girl trying to balance herself on the tree limb. Reaching out his hand, he pulled Kimora through the window. 

“You must be freezing,” Woody said.
“Well, let’s slip under the covers and you can warm me up.” Kimora always kept him on his toes; he never knew what she would pull off next. She was definitely the funnest person he had ever dated; Woody thought this over and over again.

As they crawled under the covers, the high school senior pushed all thoughts of Ethan asides and focused on what he had in front of him: Kimora Gillespie. She had moved to Southwind at the beginning of senior year, but because of her peculiarities, did not have a lot of girls who wanted to be her friend. Woody had noticed her sitting alone during lunch and would have felt sorry for her if he didn’t also notice other guys checking her out. Girls like Woody’s exes Jessica and Ashley were pretty in the typical way, almost cookie-cutter pretty, but this new girl had polarized the guys at his school. Some found her way too weird and others found her crazily hot…Woody was in the latter group. 

Walking to the park with Reed one day after the State championship, he saw Kimora coming out of her house (only two blocks away from his) and she had joined them without their invitation. At the park, Kimora dragged Woody and Reed to the playground and asked them to play with her on the swings. One of the things Woody missed most about growing up was getting to play on the playground. Being a high-school senior, if he were to play by himself or even with his guy friends, people would surely laugh at him. But with Kimora’s persuasion, he got to revisit the golden days of his youth and didn’t care about anyone watching. 

When the three walked back home, Reed had noticed a certain connection between the Kimora and Woody and had decided to take his own route home, giving the two a chance to talk one on one.

“You wanna go bungee jumping with me and my family this weekend?” asked Kimora, only two hours after introducing themselves.
“Is this like a date?” Woody chuckled.
“It is if we jump tandem…” Kimora winked.

It’s been two and a half months since they jumped off the bridge together, and Woody had never been happier in a relationship. Everyday and every date seemed so new and fresh when he was with her. Time seemed to tick by so fast when they were together; he blinked and saw an hour flew by. Woody wondered if things would ever slow down, if things would ever come to normalcy, and if it did, would he still like her as much? They have done lots of great fun things together, but during that time, Woody wondered if he had emotionally connected with her. It was after all the emotional connectivity that keeps long-term couples together, and Ethan wanted to make sure that underneath the fun and high-spirit, there was a fundamental emotional bond, a strong foundation in their relationship.

So as she began kissing his neck and pulling down the waistband of his pajama, Woody asked her just for that night, if they could just lie in bed and talk. She narrowed her eyes for a moment; Woody was afraid she may think it was too boring ‘just to talk.’ But then she grinned brightly and sighed, “Oh, I would love to talk. You don’t know how relieved I am. Gosh, my mind was exploding, always trying to figure out what to do that we haven’t done before…how to surprise you next.”

“You don’t have to surprise me everyday,” Woody hugged her, “I enjoy your efforts, but I’m cool if we do the same stuff every once in a while.”
“Oh my god, you’re so great,” Kimora exclaimed, “My last boyfriend dumped me when he learned all my eccentricities…when I became just another boring girl to him. I’m so glad you asked me just to talk…”

To make his decision even harder, Woody had a great time that night just lying on the bed and talking with her, holding each other snugly and sometimes kissing, but mostly absorbed in quiet casual conversations with her until daybreak. Woody learned of her hopes and dreams, her secret desire to be the first woman to walk on the moon, as well as her ordinary hopes such as to become an elementary school teacher. Most importantly, Ethan learned there was a good emotional foundation underneath all the fun elements, that he could actually have a long term relationship with this girl.

But when ambient sunlight filled the room at dawn, Woody realized that as great as Kimora may be, as great the possibilities their future could hold, his desire to be with Ethan outmatched his desire to continue the relationship with Kimora. 

“I love you, Woody,” she told him almost immediately after he had made the decision, “Please don’t break up with me now that you know all my boring secrets.”

Woody bit his lips guiltily, “Of course I won’t!” 
And then she told him something that deeply disturbed him. “You see these scars on my arms. Some of them aren’t from mountain climbing. They’re from razor blades.”

“What?” Woody’s heart paused in incomprehension.
“I cutted myself when my last boyfriend dumped me,” she said, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Do you think I’m crazy now?”
“No, of course not!”

“Do you love me?” she asked.
Woody said slowly, “I...I’m not ready to say that just yet. But for now, I really like you. You’re the most amazing girl I’ve ever gone out with.”
“Well, I’m glad you’re being honest,” she said, “But please, don’t ever hurt me, Woody. I don’t know if I can take it.”

And suddenly, Woody had to rethink his decision again.

****

It was an unusually busy day at White Geekz that Monday afternoon when new comic-books came in stock. Ethan was standing at the register, constantly ringing people up, his face was expressionless (as the twins had once described it ‘like a zombie’). When Ethan saw Woody walk in, his visage brightened considerably, but Woody’s heart sunk even deeper in a pit of chaos. Reed was coming restocking some items, and Ethan told him to stop what he was doing and come replace him at the register. Reed dropped a box of comics by the front door and went to do as his boss asked.

“So…” Ethan came up to Woody, his blue eyes sparkling with hope, his lips quivering with anticipation, “Is it good news?”
Woody licked his chap lips. He felt his nose burning and irritating, and he knew it was turning red. He took in a deep breath and started, “I…I came to tell you that…”

“HEY STOP! Come back kid,” Ethan yelled, looking over Woody’s shoulders. Woody turned around to see a small boy wearing a hoodie running out of the store, and soon Ethan was chasing after him, “Call security, Reed!”

After ten long seconds, Woody remembered to exhale. He hunched over a glass counter, with the sickest feeling in his stomach. He had barely begun to tell Ethan the bad news but already felt like throwing up. He wasn’t sure if he could bear to tell him again…

“Oh shit! Oh shit oh shit oh shit!” Reed had joined Woody hunching over the glass counter, “I put the box there at the front door. And that kid stole the whole damn thing. Oh fuck! I’ve been back for three days and I already fucked up again!”

“When he comes back, tell him,” Woody said slowly, “that I will come to his house tonight at 8. Tell him I can’t promise he’ll like what I have to say, but I will want to see his sixteen Tiggers.”
“Sixteen Tiggers?” Reed was definitely confused. 

Woody nodded, “Tell him that and he may not fire you.”
Woody left the store. Again, he had to rethink his decision.

****

The clock was 7:55 when Woody drove up the driveway and parked his car behind Ethan’s blue-and-white truck. Turning off the engine, he could feel late January’s cold air quickly seeping inside through the frame of the car. He still hadn’t come up with a decision yet, but the main purpose he came here was to tell Ethan ask either for more time. Woody opened the door and stepped outside and mounted the front porch.

Knock, knock, knock. 

Woody remembered the last time he was standing in front of Ethan’s white-sided house. He was thinking of quitting the football team after the public’s pressure had gotten to him, and yet compared to how he felt now, he was rather calm then. At the moment, his sweaty, shaking hands were gripping tightly on the railing, and the railing was rocking off its bolts. With the way his legs were trembling, Woody thought there was an earthquake underneath him. His heart was beating in his throat, and his skin was on fire, and he was feeling light-headed.

Woody had never seen a door swing open that fast; he had never been pulled into the house with greater force either. Woody opened his mouth to speak, but Ethan pressed a finger on his lips, “Don’t tell me anything. Not yet!”

And so…they were kissing. Tender, aching lips smashing together; jaws grinding with hunger; two saturated tongues pulsated thirstily. Ethan was wearing the boxer short with sixteen Tiggers and nothing else…and Woody was mesmerized by the warmth of Ethan’s body. Their arms were in a bind; gripping at each other’s shoulders and head, afraid that if they let go and if their mouths disconnected…they would have to speak…So they kept on kissing, even as their bodies knocked their way down the narrow hallway, brushing against the door panel into the bedroom. The bed creaked as they threw their beautiful forms onto the mattress, the stronger man on top. 

Now that they were in the bedroom, sprawling on the mattress, having kissed for five minutes…now that there was no mistake that Woody wanted this, at least for the night, Ethan took the risk of letting their mouths part. “If you haven’t made up your mind completely,” said Ethan under heavy breathes, “I want to persuade you towards me…will you let me persuade you?” 

Woody nodded slowly, and Ethan again dove at the younger man’s face, nibbling behind his ears, gnawing at his neck, running his tongue with one smooth stroke across Woody’s jaw line and blowing hot air to dry it. Woody moaned amusedly at the combination of cool evaporation and hot breathe, mixing together to create an ephemeral but wonderful sensation.

Now Woody felt Ethan’s hands running under his shirt, rubbing against the muscles covering the trunk of his body. No other pair of hands could create such sensations on Woody; no other hands caused him to tremble helplessly and yet made him feel so safe and secure; no other hands could turn his nipples that hard or excite his skin that much. 
Ethan momentarily lifted from Woody’s chest and, with one swift skillful pull, unbounded the shirt from his lover’s torso. His hands easily transitioned to their next duty…unbuttoning and unzipping the trousers. Woody bucked his hips to help with the process, and in a matter of blinking seconds the denim jeans were kicked to the floor. Ethan stared down at his lover’s waist area and smiled from ear to ear. “Winnie-the-Pooh?”

Woody nodded with a smirk, “Sixteen…I counted.” Ethan stretched back down on the younger man’s body, letting Winnies and Tiggers meet. Their lips came together once more, perhaps even fierier and more passionate than before, now that most of their bodies were free to contact. 

Ethan’s broader chest crushed down on the smaller man’s frame; the stronger man’s legs pinned down the younger man’s hips. Woody soon realized that he was no longer the dominate Man in this love-making.

But that doesn’t matter. Not right now. Not when their hips were gliding together so sensuously. Not when the head of their straining cocks poked out from under the waist band. In fact, Woody was more than glad that Ethan was taking charge. He had never felt this much pleasure before actual intercourse had even begun…. 

Woody’s lower back sunk into the mattress as Ethan’s hip dug forward. Both their cocks were crushed between the hard slabs of their bodies, their ballsacs vibrating erratically between their legs. Sweat dripped from their pores, now forming a wonderful sealant for their flesh, trapping the passionate sensations between them, not letting anything go wasted to the surrounding.

Woody could feel himself about to come over the edge already. Everything felt absolutely great, their cock squeezing out of their shorts so both man-meat were touching from the first time. Winnie’s honeychute rubbing against Tigger’s springy tail. 

But it was too soon to come over the edge; Woody tried hard to prevent himself from releasing so early. But it was impossible…he knew he couldn’t stop the sensations right before he came: his balls pulling up just a bit, his cock’s tunnels expanding, his whole body shaking with fury…
Ethan’s sexy low grunt with each thrust now became fiercer and more irregular. Woody knew his lover was about to explode too…and just as their lips came back together, they erupted at the same time. Tremendous splurges of hot honey-cum splattered between their pelvises. 

“Oh God. Oh my Wow. Dry humping, who knew it could be this great?” Woody said ecstatically, looking up at the amazing man on top of him. “That was some good persuasion, Ethan…”

“I’m not done persuading,” Ethan stared at Woody intensely; Woody could feel Ethan’s dick, still hard and expanding, even after ejaculation. “I’ve been waiting so long for this, Sherwood. Do you think that’s all the persuasion I have in me? It’s only the beginning, baby.”