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  1. WhenItRains

    Friends And (Ex) Lovers

    Ohhh there are so many combinations! Of course, I already know which one, but you'll have to find out in your own time...
  2. WhenItRains

    Friends And (Ex) Lovers

    It's interesting to hear your opinions, thanks for commenting! I have to say, you're spot on with some of it, as you'll soon see! Yeah, Rex didn't really do much to redeem himself.
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    Friends And (Ex) Lovers

    (Three Years Ago) This September came with a pretty big change for me – I started high school. After all of the teen Hollywood movies I’ve seen, I thought it would be much more stressful, or maybe even exciting – if that’s even possible for a school. In reality, it was just as boring as primary school, only this time with older, hormone-crazed teens. Of course, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a bit nervous at first, since it was a big change and I’d have to meet new people and find new friends. This turned out to be not a big problem at all, especially compared to how I exaggerated it in my head. Just a few weeks into the new school year, I was already accustomed to my new schedule and quickly picked up on which students I had several classes with. That way, I had someone to sit next to and talk to in almost every class, which was a good thing. Not just because some classes were so boring, but also because I didn’t like being a lone wolf. One of those students was Nico, a cute guy, a bit shorter than me, with tanned skin and long-ish black hair. I first noticed him entering the algebra class when I was already sitting at a table, with an empty spot next to me. As he entered and looked around, his eyes connected with mine and he slightly raised his eyebrows, as if to ask ‘Can I sit there?’ I nodded in response and he came over and sat next to me. Just like that, we understood each other without a word. Hmm, could this be the start of a good friendship or what?! “Hey, I’m Nico,” he extended his hand as he sat down and turned toward me. “I’m Andy,” I shook his hand and smiled. “How do you like the school so far?” “It’s ok, I guess,” he shrugged. “I don’t really know a lot of people – or almost any people.” “Yeah, me too. I think I saw you in the history class as well?” “Yeah, seems like we share that class, too. We can check our schedules later and see if we’ve got any other classes together?” “Sure,” I nodded and saw the professor entering the classroom. We turned our attention to him, though we spoke a few more times during class. Nico seemed like a nice enough guy, at least as far as I could tell after knowing him for like half an hour. After the class, we went out and compared our schedules. We had at least one class together every day, which we both thought was great. We seemed to get along well, which is why it surprised me when after lunch he seemed to be in a hurry, as if he wanted to leave as soon as possible. “Hey, what’s the rush?” I had to ask him, getting up from the table and following him. “Uh, it’s just that there’s somewhere I have to be,” he said, seeming a bit nervous. “Ok… Umm, I didn’t say anything to upset you, did I?” “No, of course not,” he made a brief pause and sighed. “Look, I might as well tell you now. Uh, the school has an LGBT club and I wanted to go and check it out before my next class, that’s why I was in a hurry.” “Oh,” I said, a little surprised at first, but then not really. It’s not like Nico was some burly macho guy who you’d never believe to be gay. Still, I wasn’t used to people coming out to me so soon after meeting me. That actually inspired me to be more open as well, so I decided not to hide who I was from Nico. “Well, I might be interested in that, too.” “Oh, cool, so you’re…” “Yeah, I’m gay too,” I nodded and made a crooked smile. “But my next class is in like three minutes, so I’ll have to check it out later.” “Ok, I’m off to find it now, I’ll let you know if I find any cute guys for you,” Nico winked and went on his way. Ok, this school year just might be fun after all! The one thing that worried me was the fact that Mark could find out I was gay if I went to the LGBT club. Sure, he was a junior and I was a freshman, and we had no mutual friends, but you know how it is in high school, word travels fast. Still, I didn’t want the fear of my brother finding out preventing me from meeting other gay kids. I mean, I didn’t have a single gay friend – other than Nico, whom I just met. Just like that, I decided to come out to Mark as soon as possible. Not gonna lie, the thought of telling him made me nervous, but deep down I hoped he’d react well. I mean, we were pretty much best friends, despite – or maybe thanks to being brothers. In the last two years, whenever Rex would come to visit, Mark would hang out with us more and more. He was now almost like a third member of our little group. Of course, neither of them knew about me being gay. Well, to be more precise, I never told them, and if they suspected anything, they didn’t let on. Other than the little jerk-off session Rex and I shared years ago, nothing else happened between us. We never even talked about liking boys or girls. I often wondered if he had a girlfriend or boyfriend, but he never said anything and I never asked. If I had to place a bet, I’d say he suspected about me, but he never said anything, not even a casual remark about whether he was ok with gay people or not. I had to hope that if – or when – I decide to come out to him and Mark, they would be accepting. Later that day, after my next class, I went to the school’s LGBT club and met the professor who was in charge of it – Mrs. Lisa Peters. She was straight, but a big supporter of LGBT rights. I liked her immediately and stayed and chatted with her for several minutes. She told me she had already met Nico that day, and that he seemed like a great guy, which I agreed with. As I was picking up my stuff and getting ready to leave, Mrs. Peters turned to talk to another student who had just come in. He was tall, lanky and had long blond hair, tied into a ponytail. I’m usually not a fan of long hair, I’d never grow it myself, but it looked good on this guy. “Thanks, Mrs. Peters, I’ll just leave it here,” the guy said as he was pinning some kind of a poster on a bulletin board. “No problem, Jackson, I hope you find someone for the little guy,” she replied and went on her way. I approached the guy and saw he was putting up a poster with an image of a cute little puppy. The text below said that he was giving him away, and there was also his phone number. “Hey, is that your puppy?” I asked, unintentionally startling him. He turned around surprised, and I chuckled. “Oh, hey, didn’t notice you there! Yeah, it’s mine, but I already have one and my parents aren’t letting me keep both, so I’m trying to find a good home for this one,” he said with a sad smile. “I’d love to own a dog, but I’d have to ask my parents first!” “Cool, let me know what they said. Oh, I’m Jackson, by the way.” “Andy, nice to meet you,” I shook his hand and gave him a friendly smile. “I’ll copy your phone number so I can text you after I talk to my parents,” I said and entered his number from the poster into my phone, and then sent him a text so he’d know it was me. “Thanks,” he said, checking his phone to save my number. “I haven’t seen you before, are you a freshman?” “Yeah, you?” “I’m a sophomore. If you need any help around the school, just let me know.” “Thanks, I will!” As we were chatting about the school and Jackson’s dogs, I saw Nico coming from the hallway. “Hey, there you are,” he came up to us. “Hi, Jackson. I see you guys have met.” “Hey! Yeah, we just did,” Jackson replied. “Oh, you guys know each other?” I asked, a bit surprised. “Yeah,” Nico said hesitantly, without looking at Jackson. I could sense the mood suddenly shifting, as if there was some tension in the air. I wasn’t sure what was going on between them so I decided not to ask anything that might make things awkward. “Well, guys, I gotta go, my class is almost starting. See ya later!” Jackson said and nodded to us, smiling. “And Andy, let me know what your folks said!” “Sure, I hope they say yes! See ya,” I replied as Jackson left, leaving me with Nico. We headed toward our next class, which we had together. “What was that all about?” Nico asked. “He’s giving away a puppy for adoption, and I told him I’d ask my parents if they’d let me take it.” I’m really hoping they’ll say yes. We only used to have a cat, but since it died a few years back, we didn’t get another pet. I love dogs and I love spending time outside – which may sound surprising, as when I was younger it would take a house fire to get me to leave my room and go play outside. Now that I’m a bit older, I love talking walks and just being outside, so having a dog to take for walks every day would be amazing! Another reason I love spending time outdoors is that I’ve taken up photography, going around with my trusted phone with a really good back camera, snapping photos of buildings, streets, nature, people and whatever else that catches my eye. I’m planning to buy a good camera, but that’ll have to wait for when I have the money. Nico and I talked about our hobbies, and he revealed to me that he loved reading crime novels, watching comedies and swimming. As he was sharing a story about almost drowning many years ago, before he learned how to properly swim, I was grateful that there was no more awkwardness that I thought I sensed when he came and saw Jackson and me. I decided not to ask anything about it. Eventually, Nico casually broached the subject himself. “Jackson and I used to date this past spring.” “Oh, ok. Are you still speaking?” “Yeah, we’re friends now,” he reassured me. “I mean, we didn’t date for long – maybe two months. But we agreed to stay friends.” He tried to sound indifferent, but I sensed that maybe there was more to it than what he was telling me. I didn’t want to press it, though – if he says he’s ok with it, who am I to question it? It makes no difference to our friendship anyway. As soon as I got home that day, I went to my dad and asked him about Jackson’s puppy. He and mom talked for a bit and agreed that I could get it and needless to say, I was over the moon! After hugging and thanking them, I immediately ran off to my room to get my phone and text Jackson. “They said yes! I can be the proud new owner of… What’s his name?” A few minutes later, Jackson replied. “Awesome! Doesn’t have a name yet, you can name him” Oh, boy, is that a sweet task to have! I’m about to have my first dog, and I have to come up with a cool name for it! None of those generic names like Spot or Buddy, though. I want something better, but what…? After racking my brain for what seemed like ten hours, I decided I should first go and get the dog. I was hoping I’d come up with a good name when I see it in person. So, after putting on my shoes and grabbing my phone, I got Jackson’s address and headed to his place to get my new pet. Afterwards, when I get back, I have a much less pleasant task to do: figure out how to tell my brother I’m gay.
  4. WhenItRains

    Rex Returns

    Stay awhile and you shall see...
  5. WhenItRains

    Rex Returns

    Thanks! Yeah, they seem to have a strong bond.
  6. WhenItRains

    Rex Returns

    Closing the door behind me, I plopped onto my bed feeling sad and disappointed. Rex didn’t come this time, which meant I wouldn’t see him for maybe another six months. What the hell am I going to do all summer? What’s even worse is the fact that he didn’t even call or text to say he wouldn’t be coming. He knew I’d be expecting him as always, and he still let me believe he was going to come. Wait, what if he didn’t come because of what we did the last time he was here? I had an amazing time and I thought he did too – at least he looked like he did. I mean, it was his idea after all, he was the one who started it! What if he changed his mind and is now embarrassed about it? Maybe he won’t want to speak to me ever again? No, I can’t leave it at that, I have to find out why he really didn’t come – was it just the summer camp or something else? I picked up my phone and decided to text him. Since he was at the camp, probably having fun with his new friends, I didn’t want to bother him by calling. This way, he can respond when he finds the time. I thought about what to write for a minute or two, and then decided to go simple. “Hey, how’s the summer camp? Having fun? Wish u called to tell me u weren’t coming.” There, sent! I lay back down and played some music on my phone, trying to relax while I waited for the reply. After about fifteen minutes, I realized he probably wasn’t going to reply any time soon, so I got up. There’s no use in lying here and moping around, that’s only going to make me feel even worse. Leaving my phone behind, I went to find Mark and see if he was up for playing some games or watching moves together. Even though he was two years older and had his own friends, we got along pretty good. We had rather different interests, but we almost never got into fights. “Hey, whatcha doing?” I asked casually as I entered Mark’s room. “Hey, not much, just watching a movie. Wanna join?” he said, tapping on the bed next to him. “Sure, what are we watching?” I asked as I climbed the bed and got comfortable. “Hot Shots. Want some popcorn? Mom made them.” “Yes, please!” I said eagerly and grabbed a handful of hot popcorn from a bowl that Mark put on the bed between us. Hot Shots was one of our favorite comedies, just what I needed for that evening. Mom’s delicious butter popcorn also helped improve my mood, and in a matter of minutes we were laughing and enjoying the movie. Mark never mentioned Rex and I was thankful for it. I guess it was obvious that I was bummed about him not coming, and my big bro was considerate enough not to add salt to the wound. Instead, we just spent the evening having fun, eating popcorn and drinking sodas. “So, any big plans for the summer?” I asked as the movie was drawing to a close. We’ve already seen it at least three times in the last two years, so we knew what was going to happen anyway. “Umm not really. I’ll probably be going to the pool with some buddies. You?” Mark replied, licking the salt from the popcorn off his fingers. “Not much, just hanging out with schoolmates, I guess. We wanna go and see the new Avengers movie when it comes out!” “Yeah, I wanna see that one, too!” “Do you think mom and dad will take us somewhere this summer?” “No clue, I don’t think I’ve heard them mention anything. Maybe they’ll surprise us.” “Yeah, maybe,” I replied, wondering where we could go. Last summer they took us to Disneyland, so I was really pumped, waiting to see if they could top that. Mark and I had so much fun, it was all we talked about for weeks. After the movie ended and I went back to my room to go to sleep, I decided not to check my phone. If Rex even replied by now, I’d read it tomorrow, but at that moment I just wanted to relax and sleep. Sure enough, when I woke up in the morning and grabbed my phone off my desk, there was one unread message. Rex: “Camp is super fun! Sorry, was busy with school and camp prep. See ya for the holidays.” I put the phone down, unimpressed. I mean, what was I expecting him to write? That what we did was fun but it couldn’t happen again? That he’s sorry, but he realized he was straight? I don’t even know, but that message was so… generic and impersonal. It felt like a stranger wrote it, not my supposed best friend. I wanted to text him back and ask him about what we did during his last visit, but something stopped me. I was too embarrassed or afraid, or maybe even both. It was obvious he didn’t want to talk about it, so I was definitely not going to be the one to open up that can of worms. In the end, I just typed “No worries, have fun at the camp,” but then deleted it. I just didn’t feel like replying at that moment. What was even the point? He was there and didn’t want to talk. I might as well spend time with the friends I’ve got here instead of waiting for him to come back, and that’s exactly what I did. That summer break, I tried to spend as much time as I could with my schoolmates, hanging out at each other’s houses, going to the movies or just riding our bikes around the neighborhood. I was honestly surprised at how well the plan had worked – it turned out I didn’t need Rex to have fun. My friends from school were fun as well; sure, we didn’t play the sexy games that Rex and I did that one time, but I wasn’t even sure I wanted to do that stuff with any of them. Also, none of them actually knew that I was gay, or if they did, they didn’t talk to me about it. I wasn’t sure how they would react, but I didn’t want to test it just yet. It’s not like my sexuality had anything to do with our friendship, so I decided there was no point in mentioning it in the first place. -- The start of the new school year was rather uneventful, except for the fact that Mark had started high school, so we didn’t go to the same school anymore. At first I thought it’d be weird not seeing him there every day, but to be honest, I didn’t even notice he was gone. I exchanged few text messages with Rex since the last time, and only when he wrote to me first. I didn’t want to push it, and was also still feeling betrayed and disappointed whenever I thought of him. Now, I know I probably didn’t have the right to feel that way, it’s not like he owed it to me to come, but I couldn’t help it. We were best friends and I felt like I at least deserved an explanation. Actually, I wasn’t even sure if we were best friends anymore. How long can you stay best friends with someone living in another country? As much as I didn’t want to admit it, it definitely felt like Rex and I were running out of steam. When Thanksgiving finally came, I didn’t feel the usual excitement that I would feel whenever Rex was about to visit. This time, it was replaced by anxiety and doubt. I had no idea where we stood and I was anxious to meet him and see if things will get cleared up. Mom made a huge Thanksgiving dinner, even bigger than usual, since we’d have Rex’s family over. Everything smelled delicious, so I found any reason to be near the kitchen the entire afternoon. Of course, mom appreciated an extra pair of helping hands, so she didn’t mind me hanging there. It was around six when the doorbell rang, announcing that our guests have arrived. Since mom and I were in the kitchen, finishing the dinner, dad welcomed the Lewis family. “Where’s Andy?” I heard Rex saying from the living room and I immediately felt relieved. I guess I was worried he wouldn’t come or wouldn’t even care about seeing me, but hearing him ask about me made me feel good. “He’s in the kitchen, I’m sure he’ll be over in a second,” dad told him. I said nothing and just continued helping mom, but she knew I wanted to see my friend and didn’t want to keep me away from him any longer. “It’s ok, I got it now. You go and hang out with Rex.” “Thanks, mom,” I gave her an appreciative smile and went to greet the guests, especially Rex. “Oh, there he is,” Rex’s mom said when she saw me. “You’ve grown a lot since we saw you last time!” “Maybe a little,” I said. I hated it when adults commented on my growth and ‘what a big boy’ I am. That maybe worked with little kids, but not with thirteen-year-old teens. “Hey, man! You’re here!” I approached Rex and gave him a bro hug. “Yeah! Wanna go to your room?” He smiled and returned the hug. Some things obviously never change. We immediately went to my room and left the adults to themselves. Rex’s little sister stayed with them, busy playing on her smartphone. Our parents knew we weren’t crazy about babysitting her, and it’s not like Rose was keen on being in the company of two older boys. We had no interest in dolls or makeup, so she knew she’d be bored out of her mind if she went along with us. “Yeah, it was a lot of fun,” Rex was telling me about his summer camp experience as we were waiting for Sonic & Sega All Stars Racing to load. “We spent most of the time outdoors, camping and hiking. We also went on a lake, but it was too cold to swim, our balls would’ve frozen.” That little comment reminded me of our jerk-off session from last spring, but I didn’t dare mention it. I just chuckled and let him continue with his story. He was recounting his experience full of excitement – it was obvious he had a lot of fun at the camp, and I felt a bit bad that I was angry at him for going there instead of coming here with his family. Was I selfish for wanting to spend time with him? “So, what did you do this summer?” “Umm you know, the usual. Hung out with guys from school – Bobby, Shawn and others. We went to see the new Avengers, did you watch it?” “Yeah, it was awesome!” He nodded vigorously in agreement. “I know! Mom and dad also took us to the Sea World in August, that was super cool,” I said as I was concentrating on drifting and overtaking him in Sonic. He was in fourth place and I was just behind him, trying to beat him and not get hit in the process. “Cool, I’ve never been there,” Rex said absentmindedly, clearly focused on keeping his distance from my vehicle and not getting hit by anything. He managed to finish second, and I was right behind him in third place. “Ok, I let you win this one, but now I’m getting serious,” I teased him. “Uh-huh, sure. I’m shaking,” he replied as the next race was starting. It was one of my best levels, and this time was no different – I handily managed to come out on top and finish first, while he ended up sixth, after an unfortunate series of hits he took from other drivers. “Ouch, that was terrible,” he said, chuckling. “I guess I’m a bit rusty.” “It’s like they all ganged up on you near the end!” I was glad that he took losing better than before; it meant I won’t have to let him win so he wouldn’t get mad anymore. A few minutes later, Mark knocked and entered the room. “Hey guys, what’s up?” “Hey, we’re just playing Sonic,” I said. “Got room for one more?” “Sure, just bring your joystick,” I said and changed the settings to three players. He usually didn’t hang out with us so I was a bit surprised, but I didn’t mind it, and neither did Rex. “Zack said his guests still haven’t left, so he can’t come yet,” Mark explained when he returned with his joystick. “So I thought I’d hang out with you guys for a bit.” “Come on, Andy’s beating my ass, I need someone to knock him down a notch,” Rex said, wiggling his eyebrows. “Oh, I am down for that!” Mark said excitedly, looking at me with a devilish grin. “Ok, so that’s how things are gonna go. Well, don’t get your hopes up, boys,” I said, not having any intention of making things easier for them. Mark was actually the best player out of the three of us, so he managed to beat us in most of the games. Still, we had a lot of fun, pretending to trash talk each other and enjoying whenever we’d score a hit against one of the other players. When Mark’s friend Zack finally showed up, the two of them went to his room, leaving Rex and me alone. I was sort of glad about that, as I was still hoping we’d get to discuss what happened last time. Of course, I knew that if we were to talk about it, Rex would have to be the one to actually bring up the topic as I wasn’t comfortable doing it. Unfortunately, that didn’t happen. We spent the rest of the evening eating snacks and playing video games, talking about everything other than the thing that was on my mind the whole time. On the day when he was supposed to travel back to Canada, I was woken up early by someone knocking on my door. Even though I was an early riser, this was too early even for me and I did not appreciate someone disturbing my slumber. The door slowly opened and my mom’s head appeared. “Hey, sweetie, wake up,” she said gently, as if that would make getting up so early any easier. “You have a visitor.” “Huh?” I said, rubbing my eyes and blinking. “Who is it?” “It’s Rex.” “Oh, ok. Let him in,” I replied, surprised that he came. We said our goodbyes last night, so I wasn’t expecting him. “Hey, man, sorry to wake you up so early, but we have to go to the airport soon,” Rex said apologetically as he entered my room. “No worries, man. Didn’t expect to see you today!” I said, moving to the side so he could sit on the bed. “Yeah, I wanted to say goodbye and give you something. I forgot to bring it to you yesterday.” He pulled out something wrapped in colorful wrapping paper and handed it to me. As I opened it, my face lit up, and by that point I was fully awake. “Oh my God, Spiderman! My favorite issue!” I yelled as I realized I was holding my favorite issue of the Spiderman comics, one which I used to have until mom accidentally threw it away. She apologized and apologized, but didn’t manage to find another copy to buy. Now I finally had it again! “Wow, you remembered!? Thanks!” I said, giving him the biggest smile ever. “Of course I did, how could I forget my best friend’s favorite comic,” he stated matter-of-factly, returning the smile. “Thanks, man. So… I’m still your best friend?” I asked shyly. “Of course you are, man,” he reassured me. I have to admit, that was one of the best days I’ve had recently. Even though Rex had to return to Canada, at least we parted on a good note. However, I still couldn’t help the doubt that was present somewhere in the back of my mind. On the surface, things between us seemed the same as always, but I knew they weren’t. There was that issue hanging above our heads, but neither of us would be the first to address it. It wasn’t until he left that I thought maybe he was doing the same thing I did – waiting for the other to bring it up. Maybe he was just as scared as I was? Whatever the case, I was too nervous to say anything, so I did the only thing I could – let him go away again, hoping that in time we’d forget all about it.
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    Can someone pls help me find a story

    @Reader1810 @lomax61 @Timothy M. Thank you everyone for your help, that was exactly the story I was thinking about! I remember reading it and it being one of my absolute favorite stories here, very emotional and just amazingly written. Funny enough, I thought it was called the Second Half, but when I searched and couldn't find it, I began to doubt my memory 😆 I honestly don't see the need for any of those so-called 'dark' elements to be changed, but I guess I'll reserve judgment until I read the story again. Thank you all once again!
  8. WhenItRains

    Not So Innocent

    You are on to something, that's all I can say for now...
  9. WhenItRains

    Not So Innocent

    So far it seems to be like it, there will definitely be complications in the future.
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    Not So Innocent

    @FindThySky No apologies needed Yeah, they are 12-13 in this chapter. I have a general plan for where the story will go, but I still have to hammer out the details. Anyway, some things may be revealed in the next chapter, other things later down the road...
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    Not So Innocent

    (Five Years Ago) “Sweetie, you wanna help me?” mom looked up at me just as I appeared in the dining room. “Uhhh sure, mom,” I said reluctantly, not being able to come up with an excuse fast enough. It’s not that I didn’t want to help her, it’s just that I wish she realized I wasn’t into painting Easter eggs anymore. Sure, I found it fun when I was little, but now I had other stuff I wanted to do – like hang out with friends or play video games with Mark. Of course, mom didn’t see it that way. She still saw me as her little boy who was going to preschool and who thought the Easter bunny was real. I didn’t know how to explain that to her without getting her upset, so I just went along with it. “What do you want me to do?” I asked, standing beside her and seeing that she already painted most of the eggs. “You could put these stickers on them,” she said, handing me a bunch of colorful little cartoony stickers that looked so Easter-y it hurt. “Sure, I’ll get right on it,” I sat and got down to work. Not even a minute later, Mark entered the kitchen, opening the fridge and looking for something cold to drink. He’d been outside playing soccer. The older we got, the more I saw the differences between us. He loved all kinds of sports and physical activity, while I was more interested in staying indoors, reading books and listening to music. Still, we always got along well. Mark was almost fifteen, so mom didn’t bother him with helping her with stuff like egg painting as much as she did me. I guess that was the privilege of being the older son. However, he seemed to share my opinion and it looked as if he could read my mind as soon as he saw me sitting there. “Come on mom, he’s not a baby anymore, he doesn’t want to be putting stickers on Easter eggs,” he said half-jokingly, but still serious enough to make her think. “Well I just thought he’d like to help his mom out. I know he always loved doing this stuff,” she explained. “Yeah, when he was seven!” “Well he never said anything… Andy, is this boring you?” she asked, turning to me. “Uhh, I mean, I can finish the…” I started to say, not wanting to seem rude. “You know what, it’s ok. Mark’s got a point. You should go out and play with your brother. It’s the holidays after all, you should be outside.” “Thanks, mom,” I smiled and went outside with Mark. “Thanks, man!” I smiled at my big brother, grateful for what he just did. “No problem!” he chuckled. “I hated doing that stuff when I was little.” As I followed him outside to the back yard, he grabbed a ball and started kicking it around. “So, what do you wanna do?” “Umm I don’t know, whatever you want.” Since I didn’t really feel like learning the rules to any sports, we just ended up kicking the ball around the back yard. It was definitely a good way of working up an appetite for the Easter lunch, which was always a big feast in our home. Despite the food and the cakes mom would make, I wasn’t really a big fan of Easter anymore. When I was younger, it used to be one of my favorite holidays. Early morning, before I’d wake up, mom and dad would leave presents in my room that were supposed to be from the “Easter bunny”. Rex’s folks would do the same for him, so when we would get together later in the afternoon, we’d talk about what kind of stuff we got – toys, sweets and other goodies. And, of course, there was the famous egg hunt that we didn’t miss for the world. Now that we got older, it all seemed far less interesting. I guess we weren’t the “target audience” anymore. I did still love eating a good chocolate bunny, though! To be fair, there were still some good sides to Easter. First of all, we got some days off school, which was always nice. Don’t get me wrong, I got rather good grades and had some cool schoolmates, but going to classes almost every day got boring really fast. I don’t think anyone can disagree on that. Secondly, Rex and his family were coming for the holidays, which I was super excited about. We haven’t seen each other in months, so I couldn’t wait to catch up and see how he’s been doing. Sure, we texted on the phone here and there, but it wasn’t the same. After lunch, which was phenomenal as always – and we all made sure to let mom know – I went back to my room to play some video games. Just when I was getting lost in the fantasy medieval world of knights and dragons, there was a knock on my door. Probably Mark, I thought. “Come in, it’s open,” I said, not moving my eyes from the screen. “What are you playing?” Wait, that wasn’t Mark’s voice! I quickly pressed pause and turned around to see Rex standing there with a big grin on his face. “Hey, when did you get here!?” I almost shouted with excitement, dropping my keyboard down on the desk and jumping from the chair to hug my best friend. “Just a few hours ago. We just had lunch and now here I am!” he chuckled as he took of his spring jacket and threw it on my bed. “Why didn’t you send a text or something?” “Guess I forgot,” he shrugged. Forgot? Weird, but ok, I didn’t want to press the issue, I was just glad he was there. “Here, this is from mom,” he said, handing me a bag filled with candy and some toys. “Oh, thanks! My mom has something for you too, I’m sure she’ll bring it over later!” As we sat down at my computer and started playing games, we started talking about everything that’s been going on in our lives since we last saw each other. School, his old friends from the neighborhood, his and my new friends from school, movies we watched, comics we read, and all the other stuff kids our age love doing. After a while, he closed the game – which surprised me because he was winning – and turned to face me. “I’m bored with this game, let’s play something else,” he said, a sheepish smile appearing on his face. “Sure, like what?” I was pretty much down for anything. “Let’s play Truth or Dare,” he suggested, moving to sit down on the carpet. I followed suit, sitting facing him. “So, who’s gonna go first?” I asked, excited to start playing. I knew how the game worked, but I never actually played it with anyone before. “Since you’re the host, you can ask me first.” “Ok,” I replied, thinking of what to make him do. “Ok, what do you pick, truth or dare?” Rex looked away, thinking. “Truth,” he finally said. “Umm do you prefer it here or in Canada?” I asked. “Well, I don’t know. At first I wished we didn’t have to move, but I’m so used it living there now, it’s pretty cool. I still love coming here, though!” He said casually. “Ok, now you – truth or dare?” “Dare!” I said, curious to see what he’ll dare me to do. I just hoped it wouldn’t be something embarrassing, like having to sing in front of my parents – I loved singing, but only when I’m alone, since I have a terrible voice! “Ok…” he said, smiling mischievously, “I dare you to stroke your cock over your sweatpants for twenty seconds.” Ok, hold the phone! That totally took me by surprise, I wasn’t sure how to react. I never talked about that stuff with anyone, not schoolmates, not Mark, not even Rex. I looked him in the eyes and he was still smiling at me. I have to admit, I was kind of turned on by his request, especially since he was sitting there in front of me, not moving his eyes from me for a second. That was enough to make my cock start growing. “Umm ok,” I said insecurely and started rubbing my hand over my cock through my sweatpants. I was already fully hard and it was definitely noticeable. “Nice!” Rex said excitedly after I finished my twenty seconds of stroking, my cock still refusing to go down. I felt much less embarrassed now that I saw Rex wouldn’t tease me. On the contrary, he seemed to enjoy it. Seeing him all excited and smiling got me relaxed a bit, so I decided to continue the game. “Ok, your turn. Truth or dare?” “Hmmm,” Rex pretended he was thinking, and then decided: “Dare!” I was pretty sure he wanted us to continue what he started, and I was happy to oblige. Ok, he’ll see that two can play that game. “I dare you to put your hand in your underwear and jerk off for half a minute.” Rex didn’t need to be told twice. He immediately stuck his right hand inside and started jerking off. While he closed his eyes and stroked his cock, I watched him intently – first his face, and then his crotch. I could clearly see the outline of his cock head and that was enough for my semi to get back to full erection once again. At that point, I started wishing he would just take it out and let me see it, but I was too afraid to ask. Maybe he would, he seemed to be much more relaxed than me. Still, my nerves won the battle and I kept quiet, satisfied with just looking at him jerk off inside his sweatpants. I was sure that way more than thirty seconds had passed, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to make him stop. Instead, I started stroking my own cock, enjoying the incredible thrill I got from doing it next to Rex. Soon enough, he opened his eyes and took his hand out. “That was nice!” he said, as if we hadn’t done anything out of the ordinary. “Did you like it?” he smiled. “Uh, yeah I did!” I had to be honest. “Me too,” he replied, glancing at my bulge. I couldn’t help but take a peek at his and saw that he was still hard as well. That night, I could barely sleep. All I did was lay on my back, stare at the ceiling and replay our Truth or Dare game from that day. I couldn’t remember ever being so excited. What did that mean? Was I gay? I never even thought about that until then… I just never looked at any boy or girl that way before, but now, I was certain that I loved what Rex and I did. I loved watching him do it and I would have loved to see him actually take it out and maybe even… let me touch it? The thoughts made me hard and I hard to jerk off again. Unfortunately, we didn’t manage to get much privacy for the next few days that Rex was here, so we didn’t get to repeat our wonderful new game. I was trying very hard to hide my disappointment over that, but failed miserably. Fortunately, my parents thought I was just sad that Rex was leaving, so they didn’t question me about it. Now that Rex was gone, I still had to figure out what all of this meant for me. I couldn’t stop thinking about what we did and I wanted to do it again. Why did I like it so much, was it because of Rex? Would I like it with another boy, or maybe a girl? Help came completely unexpectedly, while I was in a nearby store, looking to buy some ice-cream for Mark and me. As I was walking through the isles, I noticed the magazine rack and started browsing through it. My eyes quickly caught a tabloid that had some famous athlete on the cover, posing in just his underwear. Ohhh, I definitely liked what I saw – his sexy body on display, handsome smiling face and bulging biceps. Standing there and thinking whether to buy it or not, I felt something stirring in my crotch. Yup, I’m definitely taking this with me! With the tabloid safely tucked under my sweatshirt, I felt like I was some kind of a criminal who just bought drugs from a dealer in a dark alley. I couldn’t wait to get home and inspect the magazine in the privacy of my own room. As soon as I got home, I gave Mark his ice-cream and ran off to my room to hide away the magazine until I was able to check it out in peace. Luckily, I didn’t have to wait long. That night, when everyone settled in their own rooms, I took out the tabloid from under my bed and frantically flipped the pages, trying to find the cover story. Stopping right in the middle, I gasped – there he was! Two full pages of his pictures, some shirtless with pants on, some with just the tiniest pair of underwear that left little to imagination! Needless to say, my cock and I had a field day! Over the next few weeks and months, I became increasingly curious and started exploring and figuring out what I liked. One of the things I realized rather quickly, a few days after I bought the first magazine with the sexy athlete, was that I felt nothing when looking at girls. The magazine had lots of pictures of girls that I assumed would be considered hot, but I felt nothing looking at them. Even the ones in a bikini – nothing. It was probably because I was young and naïve, but I quite easily came to terms with the fact that I was gay. I just accepted it as a fact of life, never even thinking that it was something that could cause me trouble or pain later in life. Of course, I didn’t want to share that with anybody, I was too embarrassed for that. I never even talked about sex to my parents or Mark, I’d rather have the earth swallow me whole. I just decided it would be something I’d keep to myself, at least for the time being. Besides, I had other things on my mind at that point – the summer break was about to start, and that meant Rex and his family were coming again! The thought about the two of us continuing what we started during his last visit did cross my mind, but I was mostly just excited to see him again. As we were in the dining room, having dinner, the doorbell rang and my mom got up to welcome the guests. “Slow down, buddy, you’re gonna choke,” my dad said as I started nearly inhaling the food, wanting to finish dinner as soon as possible so I could go and hang out with Rex. “Sorry, dad,” I said, mouth half full. “Welcome back! How was the flight?” I heard my mom say to the guests, letting them into the living room. “It was good, thanks! It’s good to be here, we’re definitely ready to get some rest,” Rex’s dad said. Something felt weird, so I hurried up with my dinner despite my dad’s looks, and went to the living room. Wait, there were just the three of them – Mr. and Mrs. Lewis and their daughter, Rose. “Where’s Rex?” I said, standing there utterly confused, even forgetting to say hi. “Hey, sweetie,” Rex’s mom greeted me warmly, as always. “Oh, Rex didn’t come with us this time. Didn’t he text you?” “No,” I said, still looking as if I just saw an alien. I couldn’t understand, he always came. Always. Especially now that we… Didn’t he want to…? “Yeah, he went on a summer camp with some friends from school,” she said nonchalantly, waving her arms, oblivious to the fact that I was looking at her completely baffled. “I’m surprised he didn’t call you to let you know he wasn’t coming. Oh, you guys will see each other next time we come, probably for Thanksgiving, or maybe Christmas.” “Yeah, cool,” I said and quietly went to my room, disappointment and confusion written all over my face.
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    New Beginnings

    Thank you both for reading and sharing! I'm glad you're enjoying the story, and @ColumbusGuy I don't know when you had your eye surgeries, but I sincerely hope everything went well.
  13. WhenItRains

    New Beginnings

    You are spot on! Haha I do write very short chapters, that's something I'm trying to work on correcting!
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    Best Friends

    Thank you for the comments, I appreciate it very much! I'm glad you enjoyed the beginning of this story!
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    New Beginnings

    Thanks, I'm glad you think so
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