Discovering the unknown : part 2

I was brought out of my world of deep thought when Steve chuckled, and gave me a soft elbow in the ribs.
"Say Jamie looks like you may be in luck!"
"What you talking about?"
"Your dream boat. He's headed down the same hallway your locker is on."

I watched as the gorgeous hunk disappeared around the corner.

I looked at Steve and winked. "Hay buddy, why don't you just save yourself a lot of torment and just admit that you're gay too?"
He sort of frowned at me, but I could see the twinkle in his eyes. "Not right now. I really don't think so." Then he patted me on the back as we followed Mr. Cutie down the hallway.
I couldn't believe my eyes when he stopped in front of my locker, only this morning I had complained to Steve about being assigned the lower locker of the two-teared locker system. Now I was having second thoughts when I saw that he had the one directly over mine.

Steve patted me softly on my bum as he turned to walk away. Than he gave me that tantalizing wink of his over his right shoulder as he walked down the hallway leaving me standing alone by the water cooler.

I watched my new neighbor unload his backpack and arrange things in his locker to suit his needs. He produced a set of plastic shelves from his pack just like the ones I used to give a person the extra room he would need before the year was out. Each time he bent down to his backpack I forced myself to keep my eyes off that gorgeous round bum under his slightly tight jeans. I could never understand what it was about baggies that most guys seemed to like so much. To me it was as though they were ashamed of their bods and were doing everything they could to conceal them. I did not know if it was gaydar or lust that so spiked my attention. I had only heard the term 'gaydar' once in my life and I was not sure if it was real, or if I may have it, all I knew was if I let my eyes explore him too much I was going to go instantly hard. And with my contoured slacks, and no underwear, that would be more than embarrassing.

Yes, I said no underwear. I loved the fell I got from having everything move freely and rub lightly against the inside of my slacks. Even boxers were more confining than what I liked. Mom and I had developed a great relationship since Hank had left, and when she asked me why I had quit wearing briefs I simply told her the truth. We both had a good laugh when she said, "Well if that's what turns your crank."

The subject of my infatuation turned slightly and saw me standing just a few feet away.
"Hi . . . how you doing this great and marvelous morning?"
His voice had the deep rich qualities of some world famous baritone. Most guys our age were still struggling with a voice somewhere between breaking and a raspy high pitch. He sounded as though he must have reached puberty at age ten.
He had a wonderful voice and I seemed to loose mine. I could have died when I spoke and my voice almost squeaked.
"Great. Fine. Just didn't want to bother you until you had your locker organized."
"Oh. So we're going to be tenant buddies."
"Yep. Looks that way."

Some smart remark Jamie! I cursed myself for not saying something more intelligent.
"Well put it here." He said as he extended his hand to me. "Glad to meet you. My names Robert, Robert Sinclair, but everyone just calls me Rob.
I stepped up and took his hand in mine. Instantly I was taken with the strength I could feel in his grip. The muscles in his hand felt as hard as steel.
"Hi. I'm James, James Rusher, but everyone just calls me Jamie."

Jamie! Damn can't you think of anything intelligent to say on your own? Now you're copying his words. While I was busy dressing myself down he captured my eyes with his. God they were gorgeous, a dark steel blue, and almost hypnotic with impact.
While he still gripped my hand he patted me on the shoulder with his other hand.
"Well, here's to a great year as tenant buddies, and also hopefully friends."
His demeanor was so cordial and warm it instantly put me at ease.
"You new here this year?"

Again I cursed myself for another dumb question. Of course he was new. Our school wasn't that big and you would have to be blind to have not noticed him before.
"Yep . . . this is something really new to me."
Then he unfolded a poster for the inside of his locker door, a poster with a montage of country and western singers pictured on it. As he taped it to the inside of the door he continued speaking.
"First time for me to live in the city, I was born and reared on a ranch out in Texas, been there until just last week. Mom and I moved here because her family lives here now."
"Why would you ever want to leave something like a ranch?"

I was as dumb as any city dude about ranches and ranch life but it sounded fascinating to me.
"Well." And he hesitated for a moment and took a deep breath. Those magnificent eyes once more captured mine. Suddenly I could see a deep sorrow in them. And I could sense a reluctance to share it with a perfect stranger. Just as quickly I saw in the windows to his inner self a decision to trust me. "My Dad was killed last year in a truck wreck. And when the bank and IRS got through with us we had to sell everything just to pay them off."

I could feel, more than see the emotions as he spoke. I instantly felt sorry for him and for the first time I saw him as a person rather than someone to lust after. He was a person who needed a friend, not someone who was only interested in his butt.
"Oh gosh! I'm sorry."

I didn't know what else to say. I did have enough awareness however to know he didn't need someone to feel sorry for him, but I just could not help it. Damn, I did feel so sorry for him! And my heart really did go out to him. Instantly I made the decision I would try and be the friend I somehow knew he needed.
"That's alright." His eyes began to water, but I was amazed just how quickly he regained control of himself. "It's getting better now. Not near as bitter as I've been in the past."
I purposely moved close to him and put my hand on his arm. The aroma of his cologne, mingled with the sweet smell of Rob, almost made me light headed. Slowly I reached down and opened the door of my locker.
"Here . . . let me show you something."

A big smile spread across his face when my door swung open and revealed the exact same poster that he had just finished taping onto his locker door.
"Well, I'll be!"
The cutest smile I ever saw instantly appeared on his face. Damn, he had dimples that were just so awesome, so sexy, so . . . so! I forced myself to tear my eyes from the vision that I though a god must surly look like.
"I never would have guessed you were a country music fan."
"Yeah . . . well, I guess it is the only good thing that came out of my exile in Montana a couple of year ago."
"You're what?"
I laughed, "Long story I will tell you all about it sometime."

I guess the assumption that I would not be a country music fan was easy to come by. Since I had decided I was gay I dressed with a more leisurely attire, nothing frilly, or feminism, mind you. I just preferred the silk and rayon shirts, contoured slacks, and my hair combed in a way that best fit my facial features.
During the summer I had ask Mom if she could help me change my hairstyle. Before I knew what was happening she had me on a stool, a towel around my neck, and clippers and scissors in hand. She hummed a happy little tune as she worked, and I wondered if I really was wise to ask for her help.
"Mom I know you are a hair stylist but let's not get carried away."
She just leaned across my shoulder and wink. For nearly half an hour I was twisted, inspected, studied, and smiled at as little snippets of hair fell on my shoulders and lap. When she finished the towel was whipped from my shoulders in an almost gala fashion.
"All finished! Perfect! I love it."

It was easy to tell Mom like what she had done I just hoped I would. I walked into the living room and look at myself in the hallway mirror.
"O! Wow Mom! I love it too! I really do love it!
For the first time in my life I now had bangs, trimmed just above my eyebrows. I really did not have a part; my hair just sort of flowered in the center of my head and hung down over just the tops of my ears and across my forehead. The back was the same length as the sides but she had tapered it perfectly into the contours of my neck. It was not a feminine cut, but it sure made me feel sexy. I could feel my dick starting to fill with the first approaching signs of an erection as I looked at myself in the mirror.

"It's awesome Mom! I knew you were good but this is unreal!"
I gave her a big hug and I could see a small tear in the corners of her eyes as I stepped back.
"What's wrong Mom?"
"Nothing . . . I'm just so proud of you, the way you are growing into such a fine young man. You have given me so much joy and strength since you father was killed, and you take pleasure in what seems to be the simplest of things. Like this hair cut just now, most young boys would never ask their mothers for advice on their appearance, much less actually let their mothers cut their hair. You are so cute, I'm sorry handsome, you will definitely make some young lady a wonderful catch someday."

I never considered myself cute or good looking even though Mom always teased me saying she would have to fight the girls and guys off because I was so sweetly cute. My muscles would never come close to being what Rob had. I was very slim. Stomach flat. However, I was a little proud of my cute little butt and well tapered legs. Even after puberty had begun to set in I failed to sprout body hair. A small brown patch of no more than a half inch in length just above my cock was my soul claim to that manly possession most teen boys longed for. My underarms were still waiting for their share of the manly fur. Even my balls were as smooth as my butt. I always received more than my share of teasing and innuendo from my schoolmates when we showered after gym class.

I weighed in at a hundred sixty pounds, nothing close to the two hundred, or perhaps two ten, of Rob. There wasn't an ounce of fat on him though, all muscle and it looked to be hard as rock. His six foot three frame had just the right amount of weight on it.
The touch of Rob's hand on my shoulder brought me back from my dream world.
"I was saying I never would have taken you for a country music fan."
"Yeah. Well I do take a little flack around here. You know, rock and punk are the cool stuff in a school like this. I'm sort of referred to as the 'Sissy little Red Neck'."

Rob chuckled and let his arm slide around my shoulders then he pretended to look at the back of my neck. "Well. I don't see any red neck. And you won't ever hear me calling you a sissy."
The scent of his boyhood was almost more than I could handle. I could feel things starting to respond in my pants and had to move away from him by using the excuse of closing my locker.
"Say. Why don't you come over to my house someday after school? I've got a pretty fare collection of country and western CDs." I glanced at those hypnotic eyes to see his reaction.
"Hay, I'd like that. Give me a few days to get things in order. Mom is going to need lots of help getting everything unpacked. And I've got to look for a part time job also."
While he was speaking he smiled at me so sweetly I think I actually blushed a little.

"I know all about packing and unpacking, Mom and I just moved from the old trailer house we lived in to a house just last week. Don't want to do that again real soon. Rob, listen I work after school also. Let me ask Mr. Barney this afternoon if he needs more help."
I cursed under my breath when the school bell rang. It did not seem fair to have this wonderful moment interrupted by something so trivial as school.
"That would be great . . . if it wouldn't be too much of a bother that is."

For the first time Rob's face took on an uneasy look. As if he were reluctant to have someone help him.
"Not a problem. I'd love to. I'll let you know in the morning what Mr. Barney says."
"OK. Great."

I grabbed a few things from my locker and headed for my first class. I was disappointed when I discovered he had a different schedule than mine. I was hoping to have most of my classes with him.
I took just a moment to look back as he walked away in the opposite direction. There was something about this new guy that I really liked. Something more than just his sexual appeal, I knew what I hoped it was but I was reluctant to let myself think it. Not right now anyway.