It’s raining on prom night
Soon the taxi took me to my faculty, to the sports center where the party would be. It was a totally different place; I’d never seen it so elegantly decorated. It was full of flags and badges and the lights were splendidly luminous today. In the walls you could even see some pictures of famous doctors in history to remind us it was Prom Night of the Faculty of Pharmacy. Now we did not have a band; it was a DJ, who was playing then music from the 50s.
So late I had arrived that they had chosen the King and Queen of the party by now. When I knew who they had chosen, I agreed with the Queen but not so with the King. They’d chosen Max and he really was cute but I knew that Logan had also been a candidate. My faculty was not specially homophobic but Logan was the cutest boy of all, but of course they were not going to choose a gay boy with a partner as King.
Well, I was gladly surprised when Farrah, the girl who had been elected as Queen, chose me as the first boy she wanted to dance with and we started dancing at the rhythm of Michelle, by The Beatles. I also wanted to kiss a girl, why not? But I was looking into her eyes and never noticed that sign that Randall wanted me to see first and I was shy and danced with her but never kissed her.
After that song, I sat for a good long while and was sadly waiting for anyone to choose me for a dance. Curiously the DJ now started playing Abba, but it was Dancing Queen. I preferred to look at the dancers and I saw Max Hartnell dancing so well that mentally I was changing the lyrics and said.
Max is the dancing king…
And soon I saw that Max seemed to be dancing specially for me. He looked at me and came closer till there came a moment when I was surprised that he asked me.
-What are you doing so lonely sitting there by yourself, Jay? Why are you not dancing?
-I’m not chosen, Max, that’s the matter.
-Would you dance with me?
I smiled and stood up. It was still difficult for me to believe that I had just been chosen to dance, and with the King of Prom Night. And soon there was a new song. Curiously the DJ was changing from Abba to Madonna just as Randall had done. Now I could hear This used to be my playground. And I thought that was the most appropriate song, for we had just graduated and it was the moment to kiss our playground goodbye. After now I should find my new playgrounds. I was thinking all this at the time I was looking at Max’s eyes and indeed I seemed to see that flash in his eyes and never sure that he would not send me to hell later, I decided to risk and approach his lips and kiss him. Max was a very cute guy and he surprised me responding to my kiss greedily and even told me that I kissed very well.
-Are you gay, Max?
-I am, and you Jay?
-Me too –I answered unsure of what I was, but I didn’t want to answer that I’d never kissed a girl, and nobody before tonight and that my first kiss had been to my brother. I couldn’t tell him that, could I?
So Max only told me that we could keep on dancing and kissing and that’s what we did. Pete and Logan were very close and winked at us, but I also perceived many guys looked at both disdainfully and curiously Farrah looked at me enviously as if she had wanted to kiss me before. I cannot remember what music they played after Madonna, but I know Max and I kept on dancing closely for almost twenty minutes, kissing and looking intently into each other’s eyes. Finally he told me he felt like going out for a stroll and asked me whether I wanted to accompany him. I nodded and we left the sports center.
We were walking for ten minutes. I knew or at least intuited where Max wanted to take me. There was a long beautiful gallery near the dean’s office and it had some small bridges, almost invisible. We were close to one of them when now it really did start to rain and to my mind came of course the lyrics of It’s raining on Prom Night by Cindy Bullens in the film Grease, and I started to adjust the lyrics to me.
-I was deprived of a young man’s dream…
The music was all the time on my mind as Max told me we’d better get under cover under a bridge. I nodded for that’s what I wanted: to be longer with Max and keep on kissing him.
So finally we were sheltered under that small bridge and I instantly went to Max’s lips and started kissing him again and thus we were for almost five minutes. There came near us some passers-by but I think they could not see us, so we continued with our mounting passion but then I saw how Max started to move his hands up and down my chest and I soon copied his movements. It was the first chance I had in my life of groping a boy.
Thus we were, both determined to keep on touching each other, when Max became more courageous and removed all the clothes I was wearing covering my chest and he beheld my naked chest and praised it, so of course I could not lose the chance of at least watching a shirtless boy tonight and I also did the same and finally we started running our hands on each other’s naked chests. I thought I could even lose my virginity with him tonight but so far I was doing what he was doing.
And as I was expecting there came the moment to stroke each other’s crotches and he was unzipping my fly and was about to take my hard cock out and I was doing the same when two things happened. We heard the sound of the rain increased and now it became a real flood. He had brought an umbrella and as the rain reached us, he opened it and we kept on kissing shirtless under the flood. And just in that moment, when we wanted to really take our dicks out, two boys approached us and shouted.
-Disgusting! Let’s soon get away from here or we could find us in the midst of a shameful act.
So much it was raining and so easily we could be discovered that Max finally told me.
-I would have liked to do much more with you, Jay, but maybe today is not the day. We’d better return to the ball. This umbrella can be enough to cover us both.
And we put our upper clothes on again and returned hand in hand under Max’s umbrella to the party.
Now they were playing music from the 21st century but I don’t remember what they played, Lady Gaga, maybe. I danced a bit more with Max but I started to be melancholic and I didn’t know why.
It was only one in the morning when I decided to leave the ball. I had achieved what I wanted: I had kissed somebody tonight, but I felt sad rather than happy and when I took a taxi back home so as not to get wet, I saw it: It was raining cats and dogs now and the words came to my head:
-Oh what can I do? It’s raining, rain from the skies, raining tears from my eyes over you, Randall, raining on Prom Night…
So I finally got home. I wanted to inform my brother of the events of tonight. I had got what I wanted and nevertheless what I had really discovered is that what I want is to kiss my brother.
Freedom can move your life and it can be seen even in the hardest conditions, together with love and friendship, happiness and beauty. Have a look at the life of eight beggars who live together at: https://luces-delatierra.blogspot.com/ or in English at: https://lightsoftheearth.blogspot.com/
