Have You Ever Seen A Dream Walking

Carl was new kid to our school. Besides his excellent looks, he had an attitude to match. I remember seeing him stride into homeroom on the first day of fall classes. He was approximately 5'9" tall, packed in his levi's with a bulge of cock and nuts that couldn't be ignored. His ass was even better; a full round butt that you could just taste as he walked by. He had straight rusty hair cropped sharply at the ears and a chisled face with bright blue eyes. When he smiled, which he always did, one partially gold tooth shown, which normally, would be a turn-off, but, in his case, seemed to suit his style. And he had style. His open collar showed the hairiness of his chest and I could only imagine what the rest of his tight frame might be like. Oh, he was bad, allright, real bad. 

Carl had moved to our small town as a result of his parents' divorce. Being small towners, we'd never witnessed such a brash, independent style like he exhibited. It was obvious to every student who watched him enter and to the teacher responsible for first day orientation that there was a new guy in town. 

I could hear the guys murmur at this spectacle and see the girls swoon. Only coming into my understanding of my own sexual feelings, I knew immediately, that I was in awe of this guy, my new idol. He took a seat next to me and spread his handsome legs beneath his desk.
I felt my cock stir in my jeans while I considered my new homeroom neighbor.

Carl's magnetism and defiance of school authority immediately established him as favorite among students, male and female. Yet, he remained independent of the usual school cliques. An excellent student, he, nevertheless, demonstrated his sexual prowess by dating the school's most notorious "slut". When challenged on the issue, he'd simply retort, "Hey, I'm no angel and neither is she!" and chuckle on his way. 

I was smitten by this breath of fresh air called Carl, I'd look forward to whatever it was he would do next. Challenging the teachers authority over students was his favorite chime. And, he let them know from the outset, he was no local and not into the status quo. They knew it too and, ultimately, were leary of this kid's challenges.

It was not long before my watchfulness of him became a passion. Carl was hot. He was also straight. But, Carl was a new breed. He did not seem to subscribe to conventional straight/gay mores. Carl was a hunk. Comfortable in his own skin, Carl was comfortable letting people be themselves. I got goose bumps and butterflies whenever I saw him. But, how could I know more?

Thursday gym class answered my question, as I stood, stripped naked, in front of my locker, unpacking gym bag comprised of tennis shoes, socks, jock strap, short, tee shirt and a fresh shower towel. The smell of guys, porcelien walls, metal lockers and stainless steel filled the air. Then, Carl strode in. My heart pounded as he made his way near my bench. "Hey, cat!", he greeted me with his magnetic smile as my eyes gathered him in. Carl viewed my lean 6' frame, unashamedly as he began to slip out of his threads. I wondered if I could keep from becoming erect while we proceeded in this exchange, and learned pretty fast that my 16 year old cock did not respond to instruction. As Carl shed his digs, my full erection was impossible to hide and as I stood next to his hairy, naked, and firmly pack bod, he checked me out and smiled his big, friendly smile. "Hey, cat, quite a pack.", and turned back to his business. Carl had a tight hairy chest, six pack of abs, muscular and hairy ass, but, it was his cock that drew me. It hung out over his sagging nuts beautifully uncut and thick with obvious viens leading to its full mushroom head. As he moved it bounced around like a five year old in a grocery store. It was a happy cock, just like Carl, but, a massive cock, just like a man. Carl was sexier than I had ever imagined, but, so uninhibited, I almost felt comfortable to have an erection in his presence. I scrambled into my clothes, gathering all the images of him that I could, without doing what I really wanted to do, which was drop to my knees in front of this amazing man's mass!

Oh, he was an amazing gymnast, sportsman, and student as I was to learn over the following months. When I saw him with his "girl", I'd feel the jealously of a jilted lover. I had fallen for this straight guy and there was nothing I could do about it. Every night I grabbed my balls and stroked my dick with his name on my lips. I wanted Carl in every way possible. He was so casual and so free. I was imprisoned to my desire for him. Months came and went. I always looked forward to Thursday gym classes and my locker bud. It got so that we'd shower next to each other and gradually I was able to maintain my composure while checking Carl out. Still, I longed to know this aloof love of my life.

Every time I thought about Carl, I doubted myself even more. How could he be so happy and me so miserable? Why did I have these feelings for someone who obviously was oblivious to how I felt about him? The depression was overwhelming. I felt like what I believe most gay people experience when confronted with, not only society, but, ultimately, when they encounter an open spirit, but, one too far away for one to reach, as himself. I was wilting.

As I stood at the theater matinee where I worked, one Saturday, watching a movie I'd seen a hundred times,I heard those familiar words come from behind me, "Hey cat!". It was Carl, this time by himself. My head jerked backwards towards the voice and I saw his familiar smile. He had a single ticket in his hand that he handed to me to tear in half. Carl bounced on his feet as he was accustomed to doing and cackled his signature laugh. "Carl", I sputtered, "You into this movie? There's maybe five people here on a Saturday afternoon!"
"Nah!", he retorted, "I'm into you!"

The loge section of the theater was closed during day time showings and Carl and I made our own movie before the big screen that day. In the descending, red carpeted aisle, Carl slipped out of his digs and me, mine. I took this hunk onto my spread legged body and roamed up and down his strong back and hairy ass with my hands. He looked me straight in the eyes as the movie flickered in the background and searched and stretched my anus with his magnificent fingers, kissing me tenderly with his full lips. My man had come home. I could feel the pressure of his stiffened cock at my butt and he entered me easily and fully. As he strode me, my mind melted as I felt his nuts slap against my hungry ass. Carl was mine. His gold tooth glimmered as he smiled. My legs wrapped tightly around his hairy ass as he ground his cock inside of me. We kissed so tightly, I thought that I would faint. His hairy chest tickled mine as he groaned on. "Carl!", I moaned, "Take me!", and he pushed harder, never lifting his gaze from my face. His strokes rode stonger and bolder. I moved my ass to his direction. I saw his soul and he mine. We came in a thunderous climax, simultaneously. My cock spurting between our sweating bodies; his, deep inside of my body. There was a scream in that theater on that day that I don't think anyone ever knew was two souls, who came to know one another for the very first, and, the very last time.

We hugged and loved that day more than I ever thought two people could or should. But, it is my memory of Carl and all that I hoped it could be or believed that it ever would be.

I never saw him again.