Oddly enough, the next morning none of us brought up the topic of our midnight kissing. To me, it all felt like a fantastic dream that truthfully never occurred. During breakfast, Trevor’s mom invited me to take a visit to their pool that day. Trevor and his mom were members to a public swim club not too far from their house. I loved to swim and it meant I’d spend more time with Trevor. Gracefully, I accepted their invitation to the pool. Trevor cheered with happiness as he spoke a mile a minute, describing the pool and how much fun we’ll have there. His mom offered that I wear some of Trevor’s extra clothes and bathing suit for the afternoon. The bathing suit fit me perfectly, but his shirt was a little big on me. It didn’t matter to me, rather, I could smell his aroma on my body. The two of us never shut up the entire car ride. Although, we were very careful about what we said in front of his mom. Not once did we mention our workouts, our interactions with each other or our experiences with the neighborhood boys. We kept our chatter simple and clean.
For an unusual reason, the entire day I could not keep my eyes off Trevor. Whether he was in the water, drying himself off, eating in the shack or sitting down on a lawn chair. I felt more connected to him than ever before. There was like an unbreakable bond that chained us together, such as when people claim they met their soul mate. This bond became heavier the further we separated. If I was more than fifty feet away from him, my gut would twist and my heart would race. An uncontrollable force pushed me closer to him every time this happened. I simply felt right when he was close to me. Trevor would break my concentration by shouting my name just before cannonballing into the water.
After a long, exhausting day in the water, it was finally time to go home. The sun was beginning to fade into a haunting orange and the sky was developing into a blanket of sunset red. The once hot air has now become a chilly breeze. Trevor’s mom instructed me to shower first in the boys locker room, followed by her son. We gathered our dry clothes and headed inside the awful locker room. It reeked like a mixture of body oder and rotten fish. The floor was wet with spots of puddles and soaked wooden benches that desperately needed a cleaning. There were only two stalls that appeared as if they were hundreds of years old, rotting with mold on the toilets. An obese man exited one of the stalls, fiddling with his bathing suit strings with the sound of a vacuum flush behind him. Across the poorly lit room, was a naked old man standing in the corner. It seemed like he was struggling to successfully change himself. Trevor tapped my shoulder and pointed over to the shower stall. There was only one shower and it was terribly protected by a flimsy gray curtain. I gave Trevor a cold look as I cautiously entered the dirty shower. He smiled at me as I quickly closed the curtain in front of him. I tossed the drenched bathing suit over the curtain and turned the water dial that read HOT.
The steaming hot water repeatedly splashed against my naked body. It cleansed all the chlorine in my hair, leaving a warm sting behind. Just as I was reaching for the soap, the curtain swung open. I instantly became petrified with fear of the unknown. Trevor was butt naked, like me. He shut the curtain and stepped up closer to me. Both our heads were under the never ending water-spray of warmth. His hair drooped down off to one side of his head, but his dark eyes kept focused on me. Some stranded water found their way into our exposed eyes. That didn’t stop us from gazing into each other’s curious souls. I tried asking myself what was going to happen, but no one answered. My conscious was baffled too, unable to send me instructions. Trevor came in even closer, so close, our lips were almost touching. We remained in that position for some time with our eyes carefully centered with each other’s. All that you could hear was the soothing ambience of endless water, splashing on the tile floor below our bare feet. The rest felt unreal. I couldn’t digest this feeling I was experiencing. My body didn’t know how to react to such a thing. Trevor moaned softly, followed by myself. An enchanting voice inside my head told me not to look down. But I resisted, and I did look down. Through the foggy water and thick steam, I saw Trevor’s hand on it. His other hand was wrapped around his. I immediately raised my head and shut my eyes, trying to fight this overwhelming sensation. This uncontrollable, arousing touch flowed through my very veins. After a loud yelp from each of us, the sensation was gone and I once again felt nothing. It was an instant transition from flying in heaven, to falling into a harsh reality. I remained still with my eyes closed, slowly catching my breath. When I opened them, Trevor was already gone. He left with him a chilly draft that escaped through the slightly closed curtain.
I finished my shower, dried off and quickly got dressed. The locker room was completely barren, like an abandoned prison. My own meek coughs echoed through the room, bouncing off the rusted metal locker doors. More than ever I desired to confront Trevor. I just had to know what he was thinking, what he was doing, how we would explain himself to me. With haste, I dashed out of the locker room, only to find myself bumping into Trevor and his mom. My mouth opened to speak but only air came out.
“You boys ready to go?” she asked us with a smile. She picked up her pool bag and headed for the main exit.
“Trevor,” I struggled to say aloud, “What just happened?”
“I don’t know, Vinnie,” he replied, “But,” he paused and in all seriousness he continued, “I’m really glad we’re friends.” He wrapped his arm around my shoulders as we followed his mom back to the car. Just before we reached the car, I finally said to him, “Me too.” Our relationship has forever changed.
August came like a brick flying through a window. Before I knew it, school was going to start in two weeks. Trevor and I haven’t seen each other the entire month. He and his family were away on vacation for the first two weeks of August. I waited anxiously for his phone call everyday, so we could see each other again. There was only one measly week of summer left now. By this time, we’ve become true masters at our workout routines, lasting up to one hour. This will be the last time I sleep over his house before school. We couldn’t stop talking all night. He and I kept promising one another that we’d still be best friends and that we’d hang out every weekend. So I crawled up top to his bed in the darkness and we made a pact; to be best friends forever. After we laid down the law and agreed to it, our giggling died out. I could hear the cricket’s playing their songs in the night. Songs that were telling me to go to sleep, that it’s late out, that I shouldn’t be awake at this hour.
Trevor licked his lips with his tongue, inching his way closer. I knew what was going to happen. I was prepared this time. This was something I wanted I kept telling myself. I opened my mouth as our moist lips met. Occasionally, I tasted Trevor’s tongue in my mouth, so I did the same to him. Then we eventually laid down, side by side on his bed, our lips still locked together. This time we didn’t bother to stop because we were scared. We both knew what we were doing and why we were doing it. Simply, because it felt good and it felt right. I don’t know how long we were kissing exactly, probably about an hour straight. It was like the two of us were trapped inside an impenetrable bubble as if time itself warped by without us. When we took a short break to catch our breath, Trevor took off all his clothes, carelessly tossing them on the floor. In all the excitement, I unconsciously did the same. Unaware of my actions, my hands automatically wrapped themselves around Trevor’s area. Trevor immediately mimicked my actions, quickly taking hold of mine. It only took us a few minutes to cum to at the same time. We yelped softly as a cold breeze of the night swept past our bare bodies. After it was all over, we continued to sit there, our hands still wrapped tight. We were breathing heavily through the mouth at each other. A few moments of recovery, he and I slowly let go simultaneously.
“I’ll clean it up,” Trevor whisper to me. I hopped off the bed and dressed myself. Still naked, Trevor grabbed the stained pillow case and sheet and curled them up into a compact ball. He shoved it underneath his bed, never to be seen again. I lied back down in the comfort of my sleeping bag and closed my eyes.
“Goodnight, Vin,” he whispered, putting on his boxers.
“Goodnight, Trevor,” I replied smiling, licking the taste of Trevor’s tongue on my lips.
It just happened I told myself, and it had to of happened for a reason. I had to of met Trevor for a reason, I had to of experienced all of this for a reason. Back then I was utterly oblivious to everything that happened to me. Even now, it still confuses me, frustrates me, inspires me.