A Funny Kind of Satisfaction
Reuven removed his skullcap and prepared himself. He was facing a clear wall in his room and was beginning to attempt a handstand. He leaned onto his back leg, extended his right leg forward and placed his hands on the ground. He kicked his feet as far above his head as he could before bending his arms and falling on his face.
"You suck, Reuven!" I cried happily from my place on the bed. Reuven lay on his back now, his feet propped against the wall, his cheeks beautifully tinged pink.
"Sorry I'm not as good as you Danny. Sorry no one's as good as you," Reuven said in a huff, before smiling slyly. His shirt had pulled up when he was upside down and at the moment his whole midsection was exposed. His skin was slightly tanned, and looked gloriously smooth. He tried to look at me and it made his back arch, I could feel my heart begin to race.
It was times like these that worried me. One of these days I was going to get a full blown erection right in front of Reuven and it would be very awkward. It was hard enough not to walk over and pull his exposed chest flush against mine. To trace my hands down the curve of his back. But having Reuven know I wanted those things⦠I just, I really wished Reuven and I could get married. I knew it sounded silly but if I could marry him I could touch him. I had gotten over the whole, boy on boy thing once I read what Freud said in his Three Contributions to the Theory of Sex and his theories on dreams and the unconscious. The problem was I couldn't touch a girl romantically until I made her my wife, and, in theory, Reuven filled the place that girl would, and so, unless I married him, I couldn't touch him. Which was sad. Especially during times when Reuven was laying on the floor with his shirt pulled up and his hair messed up and the sun coming in and settling on him.
"Danny?" Reuven called confusedly.
"Oh, I'm sorry Reuven, what were you saying?" I asked.
"You just zoned out for like 3 minutes," Reuven said, a smile playing on the corners of his pink lips. It looked like a knowing smile. He gave me those sometimes, when he caught me staring at him in the library or when we were taking a walk. Then, Reuven started laughing and I couldn't figure out why. He got up quickly and tackled me on the bed, pinning my arms above my head.
"Gotcha," he said, giving me a broad, toothy smile. Slowly he reached down to my sides, then, all at once started tickling me. I started laughing and squirming underneath him but he wouldn't stop. My skullcap fell off and with one hand Reuven put it back on.
"Don't tickle me Reuven!" I managed through my giggles, but I didn't really mean it. Reuven had me straddled, his hands were touching me everywhere, and I think it was satisfaction we both desperately needed.
