This is a story about the first time I kissed a boy. Protection I sat in the second chair back, first row, in my Sophomore English class. One day I caught a muscular football player named Jake, who sat in the second chair back, last row, staring at me. He immediately looked away. Over the next few days this scenario would repeat until one day he didn’t look away, but instead smiled. It was hard to imagine this kid was gay, but why was he smiling at me? I didn’t know him. We’d never even spoke. That night he called. At first it was just awkward but playful small talk, and then he said “I’ve got something to tell you, but I’m not sure how you’ll take it”. Ok, now we were in business. “I think I know what you want to say and it’s cool. You should just say it” I replied. “I don’t know. What if I’m wrong?” he asked. This went on for some time. There was always a chance we weren’t on the same page, and coming out to one another could spell disaster. As hard as I tried he wouldn’t say what was on his mind. I thought it would be easier in person, so before we hung up I asked if he’d go to Baskin Robbins after school the next day, and he said yes. It was hard to concentrate on the road with Jake next to me. The #1 song in the nation was Marky Mark’s Good Vibrations and Jake had the ripped body of Marky Mark. I pushed the topic in the car and got nowhere. I sat across ice cream sundaes from him and got nowhere. He refused to say what we both wanted said, and so did I. Each of us had to get home for dinner, so I suggested we go the library that evening to do homework together. We had no more than unpacked our books when we decided to go for a drive instead. We lived on the very edge of Tulsa, where the tract homes abruptly ended and horse pastures began. We drove in the winter darkness, but unlike earlier there wasn’t much conversation. “Pull in here” Jake said, pointing to a deserted park overlooking the moonlit reservoir. I parked and left the engine running for heat. It was pretty spooky out there and I said “I don’t know if we should be parked here, Jake. Everyone says this is where the satanists hang out”. Jake put his beefy arm around my shoulder, leaned in and said softly “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you”.
Posted on: Wed, 12 Jun 2013 01:26:00 +0000
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