An Improbable Love
By: Morris Henderson
(© 2007 by the author)
 

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Chapter Two

TJ hardly slept that night. He lay in bed for a long time thinking of Neil and inevitably imagined him nude. He fantasized about their being nude together and making love. That, of course, got him very horny and he indulged in an extremely satisfying orgasm while visions of a naked Neil coursed through his mind. He finally fell asleep only to awaken repeatedly to a very stiff cock and thoughts of Neil.

He had, of course, fantasized about other boys before but he had especially strong feelings when he thought of Neil. Neil was good looking but so were a lot of other boys TJ knew. What was it about Neil? Was it his subdued confidence? The way he took such a seemingly genuine interest in what TJ said? Was it his captivating smile? It was all of those things and more. It was a total picture of charm emanating from an attractive body. It was a special magic that TJ couldn't define.

Neil, by contrast, slept very well. Yes, he had met a good looking boy and was attracted to him. He had created an opportunity to see him again and looked forward to playing tennis with him. He reasoned that, however slim the chance may be, something more than tennis, something more than a casual friendship, might be possible. He knew, however, that he would have to be careful in coming on to TJ. He also knew that he could meet the challenge. He had done it before with at least a dozen boys. Nine of them didn't respond to him but three had. It took time and patience but Neil had honed his ability to tease, gauge reaction, and then either back off or plunge ahead. TJ, he had decided, was an especially desirable target and he would consider himself lucky to seduce him.

TJ awakened late at 8:30. He had just an hour before he was to be ready for Neil who was picking him up to drive to the Country Club. He hurriedly showered, foregoing his customary jerk off, and dressed. On other occasions, he would wear his tennis cloths to the Club and go straight to the courts but he put on chino trousers and a pullover shirt. He packed his tennis clothes -- shorts and shirt, shoes, and jock strap -- in his gym bag. He hoped Neil would do the same so they could change in the locker room, which would afford TJ his first chance to see Neil undressed. If that plan failed, perhaps they could shower together before getting dressed in the locker room after the match. He was reasonably confident that he could avoid boning up in the shower because he had successfully suppressed an erection several times in the shower room at school after gym.

As 9:30 approached, TJ found himself growing more and more nervous. Then he heard Neil's car pull into the driveway. His first impulse was to grab his racket and gym bag and rush out to the car but he immediately reconsidered because that would not be 'cool.' He forced himself to walk casually to Neil's car and greet his new friend with a warm smile that, he hoped, was appropriate for acquaintances. As he slid into the passenger seat, he was pleased to see Neil wore street clothes. That meant they would change in the locker room before the game.

The thought only made TJ more nervous.

TJ's only comments on the short drive to the Club were directions on how to get there. Neil, however, took up the slack in the conversation, exhibiting his typical ease maintaining a comfortable rapport with a comparative stranger.

Neil pulled into the parking lot, both boys grabbed their gear, and they walked into the elegant Country Club foyer. TJ led Neil toward the locker rooms and signed in for court #4 at 10:00. They found adjacent lockers and Neil began to change. Summoning every ounce of self-control he could, TJ quelled his steadily increasing nervousness while thinking, 'What's the matter with me? I've changed clothes in a locker room with other boys a thousand times and never had more than a little curiosity about how another boy was equipped.' Neil is just another boy, TJ tried to tell himself but that wasn't true. Neil was special in ways that eluded rational explanation. TJ quickly changed into his tennis clothes and, in a partially successful effort, avoided looking at Neil or thinking about his body.

TJ had previously decided to play a soft game with Neil since Neil had confessed that he was not a good player. However, that resolve proved to be unnecessary. TJ was definitely off his game. The lack of sleep, skipping breakfast, his nervousness, and above all the distraction of seeing Neil on the other side of the net all conspired to turn him into quite an ordinary tennis player. He won the match but not easily.

"Thanks for going easy on me," Neil said as they walked off the court toward the locker room.

TJ wanted to excuse his poor play by confessing what had bothered him throughout the match but quickly decided that would reveal feelings that must be kept secret. Instead, he said, "I wasn't trying to go easy on you. You're really a very good tennis player. Some of your volleys were impressive."

"Lucky shots," Neil replied modestly. "Too bad I'm not lucky in love," he added, consciously transitioning the conversation from tennis to a game he wanted to play more.

"You should be," TJ said and, without thinking, added, "I would think that the girls would be flocking around you." He immediately wanted to retract his statement but, of course, couldn't and he contented himself by thinking he had not said something really stupid like, 'You're a very attractive guy.'

"Girls!," Neil huffed. "I haven't met one that interests me."That was another calculated comment that could be explained away by saying he hadn't met the right girl yet or that could be an opening for a gay boy to begin wondering if Neil might be gay as well. Unfortunately, TJ had no time to respond because they entered the locker room where others could overhear their conversation.

Neil's strategy was only temporarily derailed. But that was okay. He still had time -- and the patience -- to tease TJ into either accepting his advances or turning them down. And he had the skill to come out of it either winning (sex with an attractive boy) or not losing (calling off the seduction without explicitly revealing his goal or orientation). It was a complex game he had to play but he had become very good at it.

TJ, meanwhile, faced a dilemma. He wanted to shower with Neil so he could see him naked. The shower at the Club was one large room with several shower heads. That would be perfect because it would be an acceptable environment to be naked with other guys. However, it posed a risk. TJ was afraid that his glances would be noticed, which would reveal his interests. Even worse, he might spring a boner, which was quite likely given his obsessive attraction to Neil. He decided to take the risk and said, "I don't know about you, Neil, but I need a shower. You gave me quite a workout on the court."

"Good idea," replied Neil who was just as eager to see TJ naked.

They each grabbed a fresh towel from the rack by the entrance to the locker room and began to strip off their tennis clothes. TJ was very discrete. As much as he wanted to look at Neil's naked body, he didn't dare out of fear that his cock would harden. Neil, however, was not so inhibited. In a series of careful glances, he quickly assessed TJ's body -- his firm but not overly muscular legs, his clearly but subtly sculpted chest, his firm abs, his thick pubic bush, and the unmistakable symbol of his manhood: a well-proportioned cock with pendulant balls. 'Yes,' Neil thought. "TJ would make a wonderful bed partner.'

Just then, TJ caught Neil staring. But Neil knew how to disguise his interest, "Tennis and swimming have given you a very athletic body, TJ."

"Thanks," TJ mumbled, somewhat embarrassed but also pleased with the compliment. He wanted to say more ... to tell Neil that he, too, had a good-looking body but, once again, his fear of revealing his admiration for the male form stopped him.

TJ wrapped his towel around his waist, pointed and said, "The shower is just over there."

Neil tossed his towel over his shoulder and began walking toward the shower in a calculated but marginally acceptable way to give TJ a good view of his ass. TJ followed but stared, entranced, at Neil's perfectly rounded cheeks. He felt a tingle in his cock. Maybe showering with Neil was more risky than he initially thought. Frantically, he tried to take his eyes off the naked Neil and his mind off his gradually swelling cock. He was only partially successful. Neil entered the shower room and began to lather up but TJ paused long enough to decide that he couldn't afford to look at Neil but must concentrate on something ... anything ... that would divert his attention and smother the feelings that would trigger an embarrassing and revealing boner.

His efforts proved to be in vain. Neil engaged him in a conversation, which forced TJ to at least occasionally look at the epitome of male beauty that stood next to him. It was more than he could handle. He couldn't help but see Neil's impressive genitals. He couldn't help but wish he could feel it, to make it grow, to see it erect. But it was his own cock that was growing so he quickly rinsed off and made a hasty retreat back into the locker room. Neil, however, noticed TJ's obvious arousal and took it as evidence that he could accelerate his strategy for seducing his new friend.

Upon returning to the locker room, Neil found that TJ had already put on his boxers and trousers. That was not enough, however, to completely conceal the erection that tented in TJ's crotch. Neil dried off while deliberately facing TJ, which allowed a full frontal exposure and a way to gauge TJ's reaction. TJ responded as Neil expected and hoped. He was clearly trying to avoid looking at the tempting crotch in front of him but he was just as clearly unable to do so, especially when Neil dried his cock and balls just slowly enough to be erotic but carefully enough not to be interpreted as exhibitionism.

TJ was beginning -- but only just beginning -- to suspect that Neil might be signaling the improbable: an interest in gay sex. 'No,' he corrected himself. 'It must be my wishful thinking.'

TJ put on his shoes and socks while trying to will his erection to go away. However, thinking of his boner and the reason for it only made matters worse. He sat on the bench, afraid to stand and make his erection even more noticeable but Neil was now fully dressed and further delay was impossible. Awkwardly, he stood to put on his shirt. As he did so, he saw Neil look at the obvious tent in his trousers and grin. 'Shit!' TJ thought. 'Neil knows I have a hard on. I've really made a fool of myself.'

Neil recognized TJ's predicament but chose not to increase TJ's embarrassment. He sat on the bench and said, "If you don't mind, TJ, sit down. I'd like to hear your critique of my tennis. I always value the opinion of others whether its my violin or my tennis. Don't hold back. Tell me what I did right and where I can improve."

TJ welcome the chance to avoid walking out of the locker room since he was sure that everybody would notice his bulge and giggle behind his back. For about 15 minutes, Neil and TJ discussed Neil's tennis. Finally, Neil said, "Thanks. I appreciate your honesty. I'll try to practice some of what you've taught me." Then, he glanced at TJ's crotch just long enough to see that it was no longer tenting and long enough to let TJ know what he was looking at. "It looks like you're ready to leave now."

TJ felt his face redden with embarrassment. It was immediately clear that Neil was aware of TJ's arousal. But it was also clear that Neil's request for a critique of his tennis was made out of consideration of TJ's problem at least as much as to get tennis pointers. He could have thanked Neil for that but renewed embarrassment prevented him from acknowledging that he had had a problem.

They picked up a pizza and a 2-liter bottle of Pepsi on the way back to the house. Neil was encouraged by TJ's arousal in the shower and locker room and was hopeful for significant progress in his plan to seduce TJ that afternoon in the empty house. That made him horny. But he didn't want to ruin his chances by rushing things too quickly. TJ's embarrassment in the locker room suggested that he would be shy or scared if he moved too quickly. Neil had met that kind before and knew he might have to be patient. But TJ was worth the wait and the effort.

TJ was also horny. He was obsessively attracted to Neil from their first meeting -- far more than any other boy he had met. The attraction only grew stronger during the previous night's dinner and the tennis game that morning. He had briefly thought of being with Neil in bed -- both of them naked -- and making love. But he quickly relegated those thoughts to pure fantasy because it was highly unlikely that Neil was gay and even more unlikely that he would be interested in a high school junior. After all, Neil attended Georgetown, a Jesuit university so he was probably Catholic and would therefore regard homosexual behavior as a sin.

They finished their pizza and most of the Pepsi, having chatted about their respective lives -- school, sports, family, and other casual topics. As in their conversation at dinner the night before, TJ was impressed with Neil's confident manner and engaging personality. And there was that magic charm that gave TJ feelings that he couldn't define.

When they cleared the table, Neil said, "I really appreciate your arranging for a court and taking me to the Country Club. I thoroughly enjoyed it."

"I enjoyed it, too," TJ replied.

"After doing that favor for me, I'd like to ask just one more favor."

"What's that?"

"Well," Neil began with a contrived but believable reluctance, "I haven't played tennis for quite a while and my muscles are just a little sore. And it will get worse ... unless ..." Having baited the trap, Neil paused.

"Unless what?" TJ asked.

"Well ... I was just wondering ... would you be willing to massage out the stiffness? You don't have to. Wait. I'm sorry I even asked. It's quite an imposition on you."

"No problem," TJ responded, innocently wanting to do Neil a favor and not yet recognizing the effect it would have on him.

"You're sure you don't mind?" Neil asked.

"Not at all."

"You're very kind," Neil said as he took off his shirt.

A sudden realization exploded in TJ's mind. His hands would be roaming over Neil's bare shoulders and back. The anticipation of having free access to even a part of Neil's body was quickly replaced with panic. If he was aroused at the sight of a naked Neil in the shower and locker room, it was certain that he would sprout a full boner massaging Neil. He couldn't conceal it in the locker room and Neil would surely notice it now. That would unequivocally prove that he was gay. Neil most likely was not and would hate him for being queer.

In spite of his chaotic thoughts, he heard Neil say, "Would you mind if we went into the family room where I can lay down on the sofa?"

TJ mumbled assent and, almost in a trance, followed Neil into the family room. Neil laid down on his stomach on the sofa and said, "I really appreciate this, TJ."

Wordlessly, TJ sat next to Neil and, with trembling hands, began to massage Neil's shoulders. The effect on TJ was substantial. It was as if an erotic energy flowed from his hands, up his arms, and to his brain. His heart raced. His mind clouded. He was touching, massaging, and feeling the boy who had dominated his thoughts since they first met. The expected and feared happened. TJ's cock began to swell. There was nothing he could do to stop it. There was no way he would be able to hide it if Neil saw it. But none of that mattered because of the pleasure of rubbing his hands over the bare skin of a thoroughly sexy body.

"That feels wonderful," Neil purred.

'Yes,' TJ thought. 'You don't know how wonderful.'

Having worked on Neil's shoulders for a while, TJ summoned his courage and worked downward to massage the small of Neil's back. This sight of Neil's ass, hiding under the fabric of his trousers, seemed to beckon him but TJ was sure that fondling those mounded cheeks would offend Neil.

Neil then rolled over on his side to face TJ. "That was wonderful," he said. "You have magic hands."

"I'm glad it helped," TJ said. "Is the soreness gone?"

"Half of it," Neil replied.

"Only half? I can keep going if it will help,"

"I meant the top half of me. My shoulders are fine but ..."

"But what?" TJ asked although the meaning should have been obvious.

"My legs are a bit sore, too. But that's too much to ask of you."

"Not at all," TJ responded, perhaps a little to eagerly because he had been wishing for just that opportunity.

Neil sat up next to TJ and took the opportunity to notice the prominent bulge in TJ's crotch. That was almost the final, convincing evidence that TJ would be receptive to some serious man-sex. Neil took off his shoes, stood, unbuckled his belt, unzipped, and let his trousers drop to the floor. While doing so, he was pleased to see that TJ's eyes were drawn to his crotch. He stepped out of his trousers and laid back down on the sofa, newly confident that the seduction was proceeding successfully. However, he knew that he must proceed cautiously and not make any moves TJ was not ready for.

As TJ began to knead and massage Neil's calves and gradually work up toward his thighs, his hormones and lust gained full control. He was only vaguely aware that his cock was leaking precum profusely and had already soaked through his boxers to leave a prominent wet spot on his trousers. His hands seemed to be guided no longer by thoughts of therapeutic massage but by erotic exploration. His fingers began to slide up into the legs of Neil's boxers. If he were thinking rationally, he would have worried about Neil's reaction to this intrusion into forbidden territory but instead, he was pleased to see that Neil spread his legs slightly to allow easier access.

Neil was also pleased. His ploy of asking for a massage had worked beautifully. TJ was responding just as he had hoped. Even better, TJ was taking the initiative by plunging his hands up into the legs of his boxers and toward his private parts. Neil decided to give TJ free rein and provide subtle or explicit encouragement as required. When Neil's fingers began their slow ascent up the slope of his mounded ass cheeks, he moaned softly to signal that the exploration was welcomed.

TJ, by this time, had belatedly realized that Neil had engineered the situation. Requesting a massage was a ruse. Why else would Neil not only allow him access to his ass but then moan with pleasure when he caressed the two firm cheeks? He concluded that Neil was gay and that even more intimate contact was not only possible but probable. No longer hesitating, no longer fearful, he boldly cupped both ass cheeks. He was no longer massaging; he was now caressing.

"Oh, that feels so good, TJ. Don't stop. Please."

No longer nervous, no longer afraid, and sure of Neil's intention and receptivity, TJ let both of his thumbs delve into the crack, which produced another appreciative moan from Neil.

The tipping point had been reached and passed. Each boy now knew what the other wanted and needed. Each boy was eager to give and receive pleasure.

To be continued...

Posted:01/04/08