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  1. Chapter 9

  2. Chapter 9

    I left Carter’s house before he woke up. I took my clothes into the bathroom and dressed while he still slept. It was a quarter to six, so no one was up as I crept downstairs and slipped out the backdoor. I was still extremely upset. I was mad at Carter for what he had done. He knew I liked Randy and that I didn’t want to do anything with anyone else. I felt I had betrayed him. Even though I had been asleep when Carter sucked me, I still thought it was my fault because I had let him finish me off. I should have stopped him. I didn’t know how I was going to deal with what happened. I had really become fond of Carter. He was a friend and the only person who understood me. He gave me perspective when I thought things were getting out of control. He was also my source for some great weed, which I was beginning to enjoy more and more. I was also struggling with the idea that I did owe Carter. He had shared his weed with me, and he never asked for anything in return. Once he did tell me he would ‘take it out in trade.’ Maybe that’s what he did. “There’s always a piper who has to be paid,” I had heard my mother say many times. I guess my time to pay up had finally come. I still didn’t understand why Carter did it. Was he just a horny kid, or did he have feelings for me? You don’t usually suck a guy off unless you like him. I just wish he would have asked and given me a chance to say no. I suddenly remembered it was my seventeenth birthday. ‘Happy Birthday, TJ,’ I thought to myself. This was not how I wanted to spend it. Randy was supposed to pick me up tonight and take me to his home for a small party. When I saw him kissing Dean, I knew they were too close to each other to just be friends. Randy is a touchy-feeling type guy; however, he seemed to be a little more intimate with Dean. I didn’t know where to go when I left Carter’s house. It was too early to go to the mall and hang out. I didn’t want to go home. My mother would probably ask where I had been all night. It wasn’t that she really cared; it was just that I had never stayed out all night before. Butch would take one look at my red eyes and know that I’d gotten high. I would never hear the end of it. I passed by an all-night market and decided I would go in and buy me something to eat. I had five dollars in my pocket that Carter had given me last night. He told me it was a birthday present when I mentioned it while we were sitting in Ricky’s basement. The owner was outside sweeping the sidewalk. He looked suspiciously at me when I walked past him. A younger man was behind the counter. He looked up when I entered the store. I walked through the small store deciding what I wanted to purchase. I figured it would be the only thing I would probably eat all day. I got a large bag of potato chips and some onion dip. I also picked up a small box of doughnuts. I passed a display of Wild Irish Rose, the favorite wine of street bums. I had drunk it before when I found a bottle in my brother’s room. I knew the clerk would never sell it to me. He would certainly ask for ID. The only thing I had was my school student card. The wine was tempting. It was what I needed for a small celebration for my birthday. I could find a secluded spot and have myself a private party. I looked around the store and noticed the cashier busy at the counter. The owner was still outside sweeping litter off the sidewalk. My hands were trembling when I grabbed a bottle of Rose and hid it inside my pants. I had never stolen anything in my life. I had heard my classmates talk about shoplifting items at the mall, and I found it disgusting. Now I was doing what I had sworn to myself I would never do. But I deserved it. It was my birthday, and I wanted to feel good. I couldn’t go back to Carter’s house and get high. I definitely couldn’t do it at home with Mom and Butch there. I walked nervously around the store acting as if I was still shopping. Then I headed to the front and put my purchases on the counter. My hand was trembling as I pulled the money out of my pocket. The cashier studied me as I paid for the items. After bagging them and handing me my change, I hurried out the door. I thought I had made it safely out of the store until the cashier suddenly shouted, “Thief!” The man outside threw his broom under my feet, and I fell flat on my face on the concrete. Before I knew what happened, they pulled me up and held my hands behind my back as they led me to the back of the store. “Why do you want to steal from us, Boy?” The older man asked as he reached behind me and pulled the wine from my pants. He held it up to my face and shook his head angrily. “I work hard for my money, and young punks like you think you can just come in here and take whatever you want from me.” He shouted in my face as the younger man tightened his grip on my arms. “I’m sorry, Mister,” I cried. “I’ve never stolen anything in my life. Please let me go.” I was scared to death. I didn’t want to go to jail. “That’s what you all say!” the man behind me shouted. “Then you come in the next week and do the same thing. I’ve already hit the alarm. The police should be here in a minute.” He twisted my arm behind my back so tightly I thought it was going to break. “Today is my birthday. Cut me a break. Please?” I was trying to make a final attempt to get them to let me go. “I’ll pay for it.” “You want me to go to jail, Kid?” he asked. “I can’t sell you liquor.” I looked toward the door as two very burly policemen came walking in. “Happy Birthday, Kid,” sarcastically remarked the owner. “I see you caught another one, Mr. Mitchell.” One of the police officers laughed as he walked up and took me from the younger man. He threw me up against the wall and placed handcuffs on me. When they took me out and placed me in the car, I saw Carter standing across the street with a worried look on his face. He waved timidly to me when we pulled off. The next few hours were a nightmare. I was taken to the local precinct and booked. I was charged with petty theft. Everything went by so quickly. I was fingerprinted and pictured. Within an hour, I was standing before a magistrate. Since I was seventeen, they were charging me as an adult. He suggested that I plead not guilty, and then I was assigned a court appointed attorney. Bail was set at $1000. Since I couldn’t even afford $10, I knew I would be incarcerated for a while. Happy Birthday, TJ. I had been locked up for about eight hours, when suddenly the door at the end of the hall opened and I heard footsteps approaching. I looked up from my bed to see Mr. Lawrence standing outside my cell with the arresting officer. “Hello, Son.” He looked down at me very disappointedly. I buried my head in my hands; and for the first time since my arrest, I cried. * * * * * * * * * * Dean and I searched everywhere for TJ. We got in Dean’s car and drove to the park near the school. He wasn’t there. I think we drove down every street in the city. We next went to the mall and spent two hours searching for him. I wish I had asked TJ what area of town he lived in. It would have narrowed our search. We went home around eleven at night. My parents were still up. Dean was planning on spending the night, and then we were going back out searching the next morning- TJ’s birthday. I had really screwed things up. Dean and I were only playing around, but TJ had no way of knowing that. Sure, we’d had sex before; actually quite a bit over the years. But it was just a buddy helping a buddy out. Whenever he or I became serious about another person, we had an agreement where we wouldn’t mess around. Neither of our relationships ever lasted long, so there wasn’t a large time interval until we would be back in bed together. We had talked several years ago about being boyfriends, but we knew it would ruin our friendship if we did. We were better off as sex buddies, not lovers. When we passed the den, my parents called us in. They were on the sofa. My father was sitting on one end while my mother was lying with her head in his lap. He was softly stroking her hair. You’d think after almost twenty-four years of marriage they would be past the cuddling stage, but not them. Sometimes it is almost sickening. The next time I bring TJ home, if I ever bring him home again, we’re going to sit on the sofa and make out until we shoot a load in our pants like we did before. That will teach them. My father asked, “Are you boys ready for the party tomorrow night?” I think they were as excited about the party as I was. They’d bought TJ a gift, but they wouldn’t tell me what it was. I found it in the closet the other day, and I almost tore the gift wrap off. “I don’t think there will be a party,” I replied sadly. Dean reached over and put his hand on my shoulder. We sat down and explained to my parents what had happened. They weren’t surprised because they knew Dean and I were close. However, I don’t think they had a clue what we did once we shut the bedroom door. Maybe they did and just never discussed it. Again, I was embarrassed when I had to tell my parents I didn’t know where TJ lived or his phone number. We decided to call Wilson and Trisha in the morning and cancel the party. I was so disappointed. I had really wanted the party to be something special for TJ. Dean and I went up to my room and went to bed. We slept together, but we didn’t do anything. The moment I met TJ, our rule went into effect. Once in bed, though, he did spoon me and held me tightly. It wasn’t breaking the rules. It was Dean showing his love for me. We woke up early and resumed our search for TJ. After eating breakfast at IHOP, we drove around town hoping to see him walking down the street. I was also looking for Carter. Maybe he would know where he was. We ended up at the mall because it was a magnet for teenagers on the weekends. We saw a lot of our friends. We asked them if they’d seen TJ, but no one had. It seemed like he had just disappeared. I was disappointed when Dean finally told me it was useless to search anymore. He asked me to go to the movies with him, but I told him I just wanted to go home. He dropped me off, and I went straight to my room, lay down on my bed and fell asleep. Naturally, I dreamed about TJ. I had been asleep for about an hour when I heard the phone ringing downstairs. I have a cell phone, and most of my friends call me on it. It rang about six times and stopped. I thought my mother had answered it, but I realized they were out for the afternoon, and I was alone in the house. Fifteen minutes later the phone rang again. I got out of bed and went downstairs to answer it. I looked at the Caller ID and didn’t recognize the number. When I answered, a boyish voice asked, “Is this the Lawrence residence?” “Yes, it is.” I responded. “Does a Randy live there?” His voice was quivering, and he sounded extremely nervous. “This is Randy,” I informed him. “This is Carter. Remember me?” My heart stopped. I knew he wouldn’t be calling me unless something had happened to TJ. He hated me, so I knew something serious was wrong. “Is TJ alright?” I asked excitedly. “I don’t think so.” He sounded like he was crying. “What do you mean you don’t think so?” I asked anxiously. “I think he’s been arrested.” I let out a sigh. I thought he was going to tell me TJ had been hurt. Being arrested was bad, but the news could have been worst. “Where’s he at, do you know?” “No. All I know is I saw him being arrested at a store at Twenty-second and Maple. “All right. I’ll see what I can find out,” I assured him. “Okay. Thanks,” he replied. “Carter.” “Yeah?” “Thanks for calling me,” I said appreciatively. “No problem. Just make sure he’s alright. Bye.” He hung up. I had a thousand questions going through my mind. Why was he arrested? Was he all right? How did Carter know about it? It wasn’t doing any good to worry about things I couldn’t understand, so I pulled out my cell phone and called Dean. He was knocking on the door ten minutes later. I quickly explained the situation to him. Before he had arrived, I’d called the police station and found out he was at the Third Precinct. They wouldn’t tell me anything more over the phone. Just as we were getting ready to head out the door, my parents walked in. They could tell by my agitated behavior that something serious was wrong. I explained to them about TJ’s arrest. My father stopped me before we got to the door. He explained that there wasn’t anything I could do as a minor. He assured me that he would take care of things. When I told him I would go with him, he refused. He said I was too upset to be of any help, so he made me stay home. We argued for five minutes, but once my father’s mind is made up about something, he won’t change it. I was to stay home and wait. Dean and I went up to my room, but he left shortly afterwards. He said I was making him too nervous. I kept pacing around my room, occasionally walking over to the window and looking out to see if my father had returned. I was a nervous wreck. About two hours later, I heard my father’s car door slam. I looked out the window, but he was alone. I was sure he would have brought TJ back to our house. I ran downstairs and met him as he was coming through the door. He was extremely angry. My father is usually a pretty calm guy, but when he gets mad it is best to stay out of his way. He had me and my mother sit down in the den while he explained what happened. It seems TJ was arrested for shoplifting wine at a carryout. The owners found it hidden in his pants. He was being charged as an adult for petty theft. My father had bailed him out. However, that was not the reason he was so angry. When he arrived at the precinct, the police refused to speak to him because he was not related to TJ. My father even called his friend who was an attorney, and he told him basically the same thing. They did give him TJ’s home address. Dad went to get TJ’s mother so she could get her son released. His face reddened with anger as he described TJ’s family. He said when he arrived at TJ’s house, his mother appeared at the door drunk. She at first refused to let him in the house, but he pushed her aside and walked in. He said the place was a filthy mess. Beer cans were strewn all around the house. Drapes were hanging loosely on the windows, and the carpet looked like it hadn’t been vacuumed in months. When he explained to TJ’s mother what happened, she became abusive. He explained that he was the father of a friend of TJ’s. She began cursing about her no-good son, and that he deserved what he got. My father loves TJ, and it hurt to hear her talk so badly about him. Then his brother came into the room in his underwear and began ranting and raving. My father wanted to leave, but he needed their help to get TJ out of jail. After fifteen minutes of angry words being exchanged, he sobered TJ’s mother up enough to get her to accompany him to the precinct. His brother wanted to go with them, but my father told him that there was no way he was going to get in his car. My father’s attorney friend was waiting for them when they arrived. He had already told the sergeant that he was representing TJ, and he had arranged for his release. My father posted bail and accompanied the sergeant to the cell where TJ was waiting. He said TJ began crying when he saw him. Tears welled up in my eyes when he described how dejected TJ appeared. TJ was released, and Dad took him and his mother home. My father had asked if TJ could return to our house, but his mother began screaming that her son was not going to be going to the home of a pervert. She said I was the reason for all TJ’s current troubles. He had been a good boy until he started school and met me. Now he was staying out all night and getting arrested. She didn’t want TJ hanging around a faggot. My father said he left before he hit her in her drunken face. She was already on her second drink, and they hadn’t been in the house five minutes. He said TJ looked so sad. He walked over and started to give him a hug when TJ’s mother began cursing and asking my father if he was trying to fuck her son, too. She started hitting him and yelling at him to ‘keep his fucking gay hands off her son.’ My father stormed out of the house, almost shattering the door on his way out. My father was seething with anger. My mother tried to calm him, but he wouldn’t stop ranting. Finally, he went into the kitchen and started yelling on the phone at his attorney friend. He wanted TJ removed from his house. My mother sat beside me on the couch while I tried to digest everything my father had said. She put her arm around me and held me tightly. “I know you’re going to be upset with me, but do you think TJ is the kind of boy you need as a boyfriend?” she asked softly. “What did you just say?” I leapt from the couch. “Don’t get upset,” she explained. “It just sounds like TJ has a lot of problems. I don’t think you and him are prepared to handle them.” “Dammit, Mom!” I was seething with anger. “That’s all the more reason he needs me Stay out of my business!” I stormed out of the den and hurried to my room, slamming the door behind me. I threw myself on my bed and hit my pillows with my fists. It wasn’t fair. TJ is one of the nicest guys I know. I knew things were bad for him, but I had no idea just how bad they were. The pieces of the puzzle were beginning to come together. I now understood why he would never talk about himself, and why he dressed like he did. He didn’t deserve the hand that had been given him. Now my mother sounded like she didn’t want me to be involved with him. He needed me, and I wasn’t going to turn my back on him. I loved him more now than I ever did. There was a knock on my door, and my father called out my name. I told him he could enter. “Son. Are you all right?” he asked me as he sat on my bed. “You know your mother is downstairs crying right now. You hurt her when you shouted at her.” “But Dad, she doesn’t want me to see TJ,” I explained. “Did she tell you that?” he asked calmly. “No, not exactly,” I admitted. “She just thinks that maybe TJ has enough problems to handle without trying to be involved in a relationship with you.” “It didn’t sound that way,” I replied angrily. “We’ve always respected your wishes. You know we support you in any reasonable decisions you make. We will support you on this, too.” He put his arm around me and pulled me into a hug. “Thanks, Dad.” I kissed his cheek. “I think you owe your mother an apology,” he suggested. “I do too. I’ll apologize in the morning.” He gave my shoulder a squeeze and then left the room. I lay across my bed and fell asleep, thinking about TJ. I was awakened later by someone pounding on the front door. At first, I thought I was dreaming, but the knocking continued. I looked at the clock and it was 2:18. When I heard my parents’ door open, I walked into the hall and followed my dad down the stairs. He walked to the door and cautiously opened it. He gasped and then disappeared onto the porch. He emerged seconds later carrying TJ in his arms. He had blood all over him, and his face was bruised and swollen. Carter followed behind them with tears streaming down his face.
  3. Olympic Kiss Seen Around the World

    @MacGreg I also watched it as it happened with my husband, Tony. It seemed so natural and spontaneous. I told Tony that is so sweet. Then I said that there would be a lot of blowback from it. It is unfortunate that something so natural to us has to be dehumanized because of other's bigotry and hatred. Our hope is in young people today- tomorrow's future. They are rejecting the archaic dogma of many of the older generation (including political leaders,) and they are more accepting of diversity. I'm beginning to see young same-sex couples holding hands and walking arm in arm together in public. Times are changing.
  4. Olympic history was made last night when American slopestyle skier Gus Kenworthy received a 'good luck' kiss from his boyfriend Matthew Wilkas in front of a world-wide prime time audience. But what I found more significant was how Wilkas later described the kiss: “It’s unusual, right?” says Wilkas, an actor. “It’s good that it’s televised because it normalizes it more. I would imagine it would be a huge moment for a young gay kid to see an awesome athlete so open and proud of himself and not caring what anyone thinks of his sexuality.” This has been a remarkable Winter Olympics with gay and proud Olympians like Gus Kenworthy and Adam Rippon. Congratulations, Guys!
  5. Chapter 8

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  6. Chapter 8

    PLEASE everyone.. no spoilers! --Ron
  7. Chapter 8

    The past few weeks have been wonderful. I have never been so much in love. TJ is coming home with me almost every day after school. My parents have fallen in love with him. We manage to get away sometimes and make out in my room before he goes home. I love TJ. When I am wrapped up in his arms, the world seems like a safer place. I have never known anyone who wants to be held so much. If he doesn’t have his arms around me, he is hugging my mother and father. I never realized one person could require so much love. This is, however, a requirement I am willing to fulfill. I was sitting at the lunch table with the regular gang- Dean, Wilson and Trisha. Deanna had not joined us since that day she stormed out of the cafeteria. I am glad. I think if she says anything else to me, I would slap her face. Dean says there is a lot of tension at home. His parents are constantly yelling at them for arguing all the time. She now has a boyfriend. She sits with him at lunch, and they stare angrily at me from across the cafeteria. His name is Dennis, and he is captain of the basketball team. It figures she would go straight to the top of the school social ladder to try to make me jealous. Does she really think I care about her or who she dates? And as for Dennis, I never liked that egotistical son of a bitch anyway. He thinks the sun rises and sets on his ass. They are a match made in hell. “Saturday is TJ’s seventeenth birthday,” I informed my friends. “I want to have a small party for him.” “Small party?” Dean frowned. “Shit man, small parties suck. Let’s throw a big one and invite a lot of guys.” “Damn, Dean. Deanna’s right. You do act like a fag.” I remarked. “Oops, sorry. Touchy subject,” I said when he cast me a vicious glare. Wilson and Trisha giggled across the table. “All right. Let’s get this party rocking, Man.” Dean became excited at the possibility of organizing a party. “How many people can we invite?” “I said a small party,” I insisted. “My mother and father said I could have a few friends over for cake and ice cream. You know how TJ is. He’d freak if I had a houseful of people.” “Ice cream and cake?” Dean shouted. “You act like we’re ten years old!” “We’ll be there,” announced Trisha after looking at Wilson to get his approval. “Do you want us to bring gifts?” I hadn’t thought of gifts. I knew TJ didn’t have much. What do you give someone who needs everything? I suggested, “You know, it’ll be cold soon. How about a sweater or long-sleeved shirt?” “Sounds like they would be wonderful gifts.” Trisha smiled warmly at my suggestion. “How about a dildo?” Dean offered and then began laughing uproariously. Trisha looked at him and rolled her eyes. “Just don’t give him your old one,” replied Wilson. We all looked surprisedly at him making such a comment. He usually doesn’t get involved in our bantering. We all broke out laughing when Dean’s face began to redden. “You mean the one I found under your bed?” Good old Dean. He always has to get in the last remark. Trisha looked at Wilson and slapped him on his arm. “Two-timer,” she said. Wilson attempted to say something, but he became flustered. It only made us laugh harder. “Listen up. He’ll be here soon, so I gotta talk fast.” I began to share my plans with them. “I want this to be a surprise. Be at my house at 5:45. I’m going to pick him up and bring him home at 6:00. Park your cars down the street so he doesn’t suspect anything.” “Can I bring a date?” Dean asked. “I don’t want to be the only person there without someone. I’d feel like a fifth wheel.” “All right,” I replied. “Just don’t bring one of those flaming queens you hang around with. I don’t want to hear ‘girl this’ and ‘girl that’ all night.” Everyone, but Dean, laughed. “We can’t all have cute, hunky boyfriends,” Dean remarked sarcastically. Then a sad look appeared on his face. I loved Dean, and I really hoped that Mr. Right would come along for him someday, just like mine had. “Who has a cute, hunky boyfriend?” TJ asked as he sat down beside me. “I do,” I replied as I looked into his beautiful blue eyes. I wished that we were not at school, because I really wanted to give him a kiss at that moment. I reached under the table and grabbed his hand, squeezing it gently. “What were you talking about?” he asked casually. “Nothing,” I lied. “How was algebra?” I asked as I attempted to change the subject. “Mrs. Watson’s class is hard. I’m failing it right now,” he responded dejectedly. “Perhaps I can tutor you,” offered Wilson. “I have and ‘A’ in her class. It’s not that hard. I think it’s just the way she teaches it.” I looked over at Wilson and smiled. “Sure. That would be great,” TJ said appreciatively to Wilson. “Thanks, Man.” Wilson nodded as Trisha planted a small kiss on his cheek. I’m sure there was a blush somewhere under his dark skin. TJ went home with me after school. He came by my locker after picking up the books from his locker that he would need. I don’t know when he managed to do his homework. He was usually at my house until late. I felt guilty because I knew we should work together since we shared many of the same classes; however, it would cut into our make out time. I guess I was being selfish, but I didn’t care. Maybe when things settle down, I’ll suggest working together. My father was home when we arrived. As usual, he walked over to TJ and wrapped him in his arms. My father says he loves the way TJ wants to be held. He says I outgrew his hugs when I was about thirteen, and he misses giving them. TJ makes up for the void. “You guys go on upstairs. I’ve got everything covered,” he said as he popped my ass with a wet towel. TJ ran screaming out of the kitchen when he rewound the towel, preparing to pop him. I could hear my father laughing when we entered the bedroom. I closed the door and pulled him onto the bed. We made out for a while, ending with a mutual blowjob. As we lay naked in each other’s arms, I could hear TJ breathing softly into my bare chest. “Do you have any plans for Saturday?” I asked. “Why?” He sat up and looked at me suspiciously. “I thought we might go out. We’ve never really been on a date. We always come back here and spend time together in my room.” “I like it here,” he said as he reached under the cover and stroked my soft dick. “Everything is here that I need.” “I want to go on a real date,” I insisted. “I don’t think I can,” he replied sadly. “I’ve got plans.” “What plans?” I knew he didn’t have any plans. He once told me he doesn’t do anything when he goes home. “Just plans,” he said forcefully. I could tell he was being stubborn, and it would be a challenge to get him to agree. “But you gotta come with me Saturday.” “No, I don’t.” He was becoming annoyed at my persistence. “Yes, please?” I begged. “Why” “Because it’s your birthday, dammit!” I blurted out. A surprised look appeared on his face. “How did you know?” “I noticed it on your schedule the first time we met. I’ve been looking forward to Saturday for a long time.” I felt the emotion beginning to build. “I don’t want you doing anything for me. You’ve already done so much,” he replied. I spent the next half hour trying to convince him to let me have a small birthday party for him. I told him it would just be us, my parents, Dean, Wilson and Trisha. After another blowjob, I finally got him to agree. I told him I would pick him up around 5:45 at a store on the other side of town. I told him I could pick him up at his home, but he insisted that he would meet me at the store. It was something he would not give into, even after I offered him another blowjob. So, the party is a go. Even though I had hoped that it would be a big surprise for him, at least he will be sharing his seventeenth birthday with me. I couldn’t be happier. After he left, I sat down with my mother and went over the final plans. I met with Dean on Friday afternoon to go over my plans. I wanted everyone to park their cars down the street, so TJ wouldn’t see them. Even though he knew about the party, I still wanted everyone to jump out and shout ‘Happy Birthday’ when he entered. I know it sounds childish, but I just feel it would be something TJ would enjoy. “I bought him a nice sweater and pair of dress pants, just in case you guys ever want to go out sometime. The sweater is blue and will really look great with his eyes. He’s gonna look hot!” Dean was beaming with excitement. He was really enjoying the idea of throwing TJ a party, even if it was to be small with no alcohol. “Man, I love you. You know that.” Since the halls were empty, I leaned in and gave him a kiss. It didn’t mean anything. We’d been affectionate with each other since we first met. He clowned around and stuck his tongue deep into my mouth. I pushed him back and started laughing. Dean’s eyes widened as he looked down the hall. I turned just in time to see TJ heading out the exit. I shouted out his name, but he ignored me. “Aw, Shit!” I yelled, as I ran desperately down the hall to catch him. * * * * * * * * * * I knew it! I knew it! I knew it! Nothing ever good happens to me. Just when I believe that Randy really loves me, I see him kissing Dean in the hallway. And they weren’t just kissing; they had their tongues down each other’s throat! For once I take a chance and let down my defenses, and I get hurt. Not just hurt, destroyed would be a better word. I should have listened to Carter when he told me that Randy was just playing me. I feel so used. When I ran down the street after leaving school, I was heading for the park. But I ran past it because I knew Randy would look for me there. I had no idea where to go or what to do. I was looking forward to the birthday party ever since he told me about it. I tried to act unenthused in front of Randy, but inside I felt like a giddy kid. It was going to be my first party. I guess things like that are what they do when they want to be charitable. Buy the poor kid some nice gifts and make him feel good. They would probably have a good laugh once I was gone. “Did you see the look on his face when he opened his present?” they’d laugh. “You’d think he had never gotten a gift before.” The sad thing is, they would be right. I headed for home, but I didn’t want to be there. My mother and Butch would probably be yelling at each other. I didn’t want to deal with that scene. So, I headed to the only place I knew I was welcomed- Carter’s house. I knocked on the door, and a cute little girl answered. I asked to see Carter, and she grabbed my hand and led me upstairs to his room. She opened the door and went bursting in, surprising Carter who was asleep on his bed. “CeeCee, you got company,” she announced. He sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. “Thanks, Baby Girl. Now leave us alone for a while,” he said gently to her. “CeeCee?” I giggled. “You ever call me that and I’ll kick your ass,” he warned me. “Ok, CeeCee,” I continued giggling. He leapt off the bed so quickly that he caught me by surprise. He jumped on my back, threw me on the floor and then pounced upon me. I screamed as he began jabbing me in my back. We were both laughing uncontrollably. I thought I felt his dick poking me in my ass as I struggled to get free. “You give, mother fucker?” he shouted as he continued to grind into me. It was unmistakable that he had an erection. I could feel it as he thrust it into my ass. “Yes, CeeCee, I give.” I rose and threw him off. He was so light that he went flying into the air. I rolled over and caught him just as he jumped on top of me. I wrapped my arms around him to prevent him from hitting me. Our faces were within inches of each other. A strange look appeared on his face. It seemed as if he wanted to kiss me. All the times I had spent with Carter, I never felt a sexual attraction to him. I didn’t feel that he was attracted to me either. But at that minute, I wasn’t sure what was going through his mind. Suddenly, he jumped off the bed and turned away from me. He reached into his pants and readjusted himself. “Just don’t call me that, okay? Only my sister calls me that.” He walked out of the room and headed across the hall to the bathroom. He walked back in a few minutes later, acting as if nothing had happened. “What are you doing here? I wasn’t expecting you.” He walked over and took a clean tee shirt out of the dresser. He removed his old one, and I got a glimpse of his slim body. I could count the ribs on his frail body. He had no body hair, and he looked like he had the body of a twelve year old. “I don’t know,” I replied. “I just didn’t want to be alone.” He turned to me and asked, “Something happen.” “Yeah.” “Wanna talk about it?” “Nope.” “Cool. Listen, I’m going to a friend’s house. He’s having a little party. You want to go with me?” That’s what I like about Carter. He never pressures me. He never asks complicated questions. He accepts me as I am. “Sure. Why not.” I was surprised when the words came out of my mouth. I didn’t want to go home and be alone. I was still upset, and I didn’t want to cry myself to sleep again. Maybe being with Carter and his friends would provide a distraction to my problems. I was also sure there would be plenty of marijuana and alcohol there, and that was what I needed. We walked about six blocks until we came to a run-down home. Carter knocked on the door, and a guy about twenty-five answered. He smiled at Carter and then cast a suspicious look at me. “He’s cool,” Carter said. “Ricky, TJ.” He nodded and then moved aside to let us enter. I followed Carter to the basement. It was dark, but I could make out the figures of about six other people. They were sitting around talking and passing joints back and forth. The place reeked from the smell of weed and stale beer. Carter motioned for me to sit on a loveseat. He walked across the room, opened a refrigerator door and took out two beers. He handed me a beer when he sat down. We sat for hours drinking and smoking. I don’t think I ever got to know the names of any of the other guys there. We talked about music and video games. Occasionally, someone would get into an argument about sports. I couldn’t offer my opinion because I had no idea what teams they were talking about. Sports never interested me. Carter, however, seemed to be rather knowledgeable. Ricky emerged once and motioned for Carter to follow him upstairs. He was gone for about thirty minutes. I was beginning to feel uncomfortable, and I was considering leaving when he finally came back downstairs. He had a strange expression on his face. He sat quietly and didn’t say anything for about fifteen minutes. I was getting very high and extremely drunk. The strange thing was, I wasn’t getting depressed. Actually, the more I drank, the better my mood got. I think I had passed the point where I just didn’t care anymore. I was starting to fall asleep around two o’clock when Carter elbowed me and told me it was time to go. He stood, reached down and pulled me up by my hands. For a little guy, he was strong. We left the house and staggered down the street to Carter’s home. At one point I thought I was going to puke, but the feeling soon went away. After all, drinking a large amount of alcohol wasn’t a new experience for me. When we reached his house, I started to walk away. I was going to try and make it home. He grabbed my arm and insisted that I spend the night with him. I was too drunk to argue. He managed to open the door, and we stumbled up the stairs. We were holding on to each other, giggling as we made our way. “Where do you want me to sleep?” I asked while looking around for a soft place to lie down. “I can just crash on the floor.” “Just sleep with me,” he said as he began undressing. “There’s plenty of room. It’s a double bed.” When he was down to his underwear, he pulled back the covers and climbed into bed. “I gotta piss,” I announced urgently. “Across the hall.” He pointed towards the bathroom. “And don’t make any noise.” I finished and washed up as best I could. I felt really dirty. Sitting all night in that dark, dank basement made me feel unclean. I don’t know why, though. I was used to unclean conditions at my house. When I returned to the bedroom, I closed the door and walked over to the bed. I could see Carter lying on his back watching me. I felt uncomfortable as I began to undress. After stripping down to my boxers, I crawled into bed with him. Within minutes, I was asleep. Something woke me up later in the night. I thought I was having a wet dream. My dick was extremely hard, and it felt like I wanted to cum. After a few seconds, I realized that someone was sucking me. Without moving, I peered down and saw Carter’s head bobbing under the covers. He was giving me a blowjob! I wanted to jump up and scream at him, but I could feel myself ready to cum at any second. Soon, I blew a huge load into Carter’s mouth. He swallowed vigorously until my orgasm subsided. He lifted his head from under the covers and looked to see if he had awakened me. I pressed my eyes shut, pretending to be asleep. I squinted and looked at him as he pulled his underwear down and began masturbating. Within a minute, he moaned and shot a load onto his stomach. My heart was pounding, and I was sure he would know that I was not asleep. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. I felt as if I’d been raped. Carter had taken advantage of me when he thought I was asleep. Then I thought of Randy, and tears began to flow down my cheeks. I could hear Carter snoring softly as I cried myself back to sleep.
  8. The Friendship Ring

    A Valentine's Day short story.
  9. Chapter 1

    The Friendship Ring by Ronyx I refuse to be called an inanimate object. That’s how someone referred to me one time. An inanimate object. Like I was some kind of a common noun. I happen to be a 14-carat gold friendship ring. I have two people holding hands in the center; with very detailed, ornate designs surrounding the rest of the ring. I have had numerous people stop outside the jewelry store window at the mall where I am located, and comment on my beauty. Old and young alike admire me. I have had couples in their 80’s tell tales of how I remind them of their youth. Teenage girls have giggled, hoping some future boyfriend would buy me for them to wear. I’ve been in this same window, though, for two years. I was crafted by a jeweler in Italy. I probably would have been purchased by now, but I come with a very hefty price tag. People come in and inquire about me, but after being told the price, they will eventually walk away. I was almost purchased five months ago. A man in his twenties came in with his girlfriend. He was dressed very nicely, and I could tell he could afford me. His girlfriend, Tina, fell immediately in love with me. She tried me on, but I was a little too large for her finger. Mr. Winchester, the jeweler, assured her that I could be resized to fit her finger. I was happy that I was finally going to end up on the hand of a deserving admirer. Richard, the guy’s name, paid for me and he was told to pick me up in a week. Tina looked lovingly at me one last time before they exited the store. The next day Mr. Winchester was to prepare me for my new home on Tina’s finger. I know her name was Tina, because I was to be inscribed: To Tina-with love-Richard. I waited anxiously in the safe all night for my inscription. But in the morning, Mr. Winchester shook his head as he put me back in the window display.Richard’s credit card had been rejected; and after several attempts to contact him at home, it was decided that he was not going to purchase me. So, I have remained in the window, watching anxiously as strolling shoppers stop and admire me. However, none have come in and inquired about me since that day. Hold on. A young boy probably about sixteen years old has stopped and he is looking at me. No. He walked on. Wait. He’s coming back! He’s looking at me again. Look at the look in his eyes. This boy is in love! It’s probably his first girlfriend. I’ve seen that look many times as couples look in the window holding hands. You can usually tell the ones who are experiencing their first love. There is an innocence about them. They don’t have the hurt behind their eyes of past lovers who have left scars on their hearts. New lovers have a twinkle in their eye and a glimmer of hope. He’s really admiring me. This boy is in love. He’s wanting a special gift to give to someone. Next week is Valentine’s Day, and he wants to show her just how much she means to him. Yes! He’s walking in. He’s talking to the owner of the shop. The owner has told him my price, and he looks so dejected. But wait! They are walking to the showcase and taking me out. The boy’s touch is so gentle. I can just imagine this is how he treats the girl he loves. He probably takes her in his arms and tells her he loves her. He wants a gift to show her how much she means to him. I notice tears in his eyes as he hands me back. The owner places me in the case and I am once again returned to the window. Before leaving, the boy stands outside and looks at me. A tear falls down his face as he walks away. The mall opens the next morning with the hustle and bustle of happy shoppers. It must be the weekend, because the aisles are filled with mothers with their small children. They approach the window and smear it with their finger prints as they stand on their tiptoes to see inside. After they leave, the owner has to come outside and wipe their stains off. He wants to be sure that his jewelry is displayed properly. I can’t believe it! The boy has returned! This time he is with an older woman, perhaps his mother. No, she seems older. It is probably his grandmother. He stops before the window and points me out to her. I can hear her tell him how beautiful I am. He excitedly grabs her hand and leads her up to the jeweler. They talk a minute, then he comes over and gets me from the window case. I am now handed to the elderly woman. She knows jewelry, because her fingers are adorned with numerous rings. Many contain diamonds, and I feel inferior because I am just a simple gold ring. But she tells the boy, she calls Jake, just how beautiful I am. She also says that Robin will like me very much. Robin. That must be her name. They both agree that I would be the perfect gift. He begs his grandmother to help him purchase me. I laugh when he starts promising her a list of things he will do. Poor Jake. He will be mowing her yard, trimming shrubs, cleaning windows and tidying her basement for years to come. He must love this girl very much to sacrifice himself to such arduous tasks. After agreeing to his terms, he grabs her and gives her a huge hug. I look on as she smiles at him and brushes back his hair, and then kisses him gently on the forehead. She loves her grandson so much. I think she would have bought the ring even had he not offered his services as payment. She knows he is deeply in love, and it makes her happy. They tell the jeweler that they will purchase me! I am elated, even more so than the young boy who now holds me in his hand. He slips me on his finger, and then tells Mr. Winchester that I am the right fit. The boy is asked if he would like an inscription. It surprises me when Mr. Winchester tells him that it is free of charge. I guess the old man remembers what it is like to be young and in love. Robin and Jake 4ever I wish I could share the tears that wells up in the boy’s eyes when he rubs inside me where he wants the inscription. Robin and Jake 4ever. Robin will love it. It’s simple, but it shows the depth of love that Jake feels for her. After gently running his finger around me for the last time, I am handed to Mr. Winchester and placed in a small gift box. Hours later, the jeweler takes me out and delicately inscribes me. Once done, he looks admiringly at his handiwork. I can feel his remembrances of a young love. He knows what Jake is experiencing and smiles to himself as he places me back inside the small silver box and places a blue ribbon on top. Jake and his grandmother return days later to pick me up. Jake is excited. He keeps talking about how much Robin will like me. I can sense that he is anxious, because he knows that this is a big step in their relationship. He is showing her just how much he cares for her. I will represent the love they will forever share. Every time she looks at me, she will be reminded of his love for her. Jake has taken me home and placed me inside a drawer in his bedroom. I am awaiting anxiously for the moment when I will be unwrapped and I look into the eyes of the girl who has stolen Jake’s heart. They’ve entered the room. I can sense Jake’s nervousness as he picks me up. This is the moment I’ve waited for. He hands me to Robin. Inside the box I can’t see, but I know that she is kissing him. I can feel her heart beating rapidly. She too is overwhelmed with love. I can feel the ribbon being removed and the top is opening. Robin has tears running down the side of HIS face. He gingerly takes me out and inspects me. He reads the inscription and falls into the arms of Jake, planting kisses on his cheek. Jake takes me and places me on Robin’s finger. I hear him whisper, “Happy Valentine’s Day, Robin. I love you so much.” Robin kisses him gently and says, “It’s so beautiful. I’ll never take it off.” Now I know I’m not an inanimate object. If I were, then I wouldn’t be feeling their passionate emotions flowing through me as they hold hands, look deeply into one another’s eyes and vow their undying love. My destiny has been sealed- on the hand of a young boy who is loved by another.
  10. Chapter 7

  11. Chapter 7

    I had no idea where TJ was. I hadn’t seen him in two days. He didn’t come to school yesterday, and he wasn’t in first period this morning. I was really looking forward to seeing him, especially after what had happened in my bedroom. I can’t believe I told him I loved him. I’d never said that to another guy; or at least said it and really meant it. This time I meant it. And he said he loved me, too. I know we are just getting off the ground with this thing, but I really feel good about it. Even my parents have fallen in love with him. I can’t believe they are actually encouraging me to bring him home again. “It will be all right, Randy,” Dean said sympathetically. He had been with me through all my other relationships, and he knew this time I was serious. “Why don’t you just call him?” “I don’t have his number,” I replied. “Then I’ll take you by his house after school,” he volunteered. “I don’t know where he lives,” I said sadly. “Damn, Dude. What do you know? His name?” He laughed; but stopped when I shot him a stern look. Suddenly, it dawned on me that I really knew absolutely nothing about TJ. I had been so careful to avoid personal questions that I failed to ask him anything about himself. I didn’t know where he lived or with whom. Did he have a mother? Father? Sisters? Brothers? I really didn’t know. “He’ll be back, Sweetie,” Trisha assured me as she reached over and took my hand in hers, gaving me a reassuring smile. I looked over her shoulder and saw TJ walk into the cafeteria. I smiled, and everyone turned to see TJ. “Who’s he with?” Dean asked suspiciously. “Isn’t he that really weird kid everyone picks on?” TJ was walking with a small, skinny kid. He looked more like a junior high school student. He was thin and gaunt. He had shoulder-length black hair which hung down across his face. He looked dirty. I had noticed him around school, but I never really paid any attention to him. He was rumored to be a stoner. I couldn’t figure out what TJ was doing with him. They were talking animatedly, and TJ was laughing at something the skinny kid said. I stood up and called out his name. He looked at me, and then he looked quickly away. The kid grabbed his arm and pulled him toward the cafeteria line. “Damn. What’s that all about? I thought you said you two had hit it off the other night.” Dean was more surprised by TJ’s behavior than I was. Wilson and Trisha stared at me. I guess they were waiting for my reaction. “I have to talk to him.” I stood, and Dean grabbed my arm. “It didn’t look like he wanted to talk to you,” Dean responded. “I have to find out what’s wrong.” I broke Dean’s hold and headed for the food line. “What are you doing this weekend?” I heard the skinny kid ask TJ. “You want to go to a movie or something?” “He’s busy,” I interrupted as I glared at him. He didn’t seem intimidated by my presence. At the moment I felt like Deanna. It is how she reacted when she thought someone was encroaching on her territory. “Randy. What are you doing here?” TJ seemed embarrassed. He looked at me with pleading eyes. “Can we talk?” I begged. “Please.” “He doesn’t want to talk to you. Can’t you get that through your thick head, Dumbass?” The skinny kid shot back. My first instinct was to knock the shit out of him. I didn’t know who he was or what interest he had in TJ. However, if he spoke for TJ one more time, I was going to shove his lunch tray up his ass. “Don’t Carter. It’s alright.” TJ looked at the kid with a sad expression. They both continued getting their lunch- a slice of pizza, bag of fries and an orange juice. I noticed that they both handed the cashier a lunch card. She scanned it and handed it back, asking for no money. TJ and the skinny kid headed across the cafeteria and took a seat at an empty table in the corner. I followed behind, and then I took a seat between them. The kid asked sarcastically, “You still here?” “Randy, this is my friend Carter.” Carter looked angrily at me. I think if I had offered my hand for him to shake, he probably would have spit at it instead. “TJ. Can we talk?” I looked at Carter. “Alone?” I took a good look into TJ’s face. He looked tired. It appeared that he hadn’t slept in days. He even seemed to have on the same clothes he was wearing at my house the other night. Even though he didn’t smell, I could tell he probably had not had a bath, either. “I ain’t going nowhere,” Carter spat, as he glared angrily at me. TJ hurriedly ate his meal, and then he rose from the table without saying a word. As he headed for the cafeteria door, I got up and followed. I looked over at the table where Dean was sitting, and he started to rise. I put my hand up and indicated I didn’t want him to follow. Good old Dean. He is always watching out for me. I didn’t know where we were going. He exited through the back doors and began walking down the street. We didn’t say a word to each other. I felt like a puppy diligently following its master. After about five blocks we came to a small park. It had a swing set and a sand box. It was deserted. TJ walked over and sat down in a swing. I took the one next to him. We sat for several minutes without saying a word. I had so much to say, but I didn’t even know where to begin. Finally, I said the words I’d been wanting to repeat to him again. “I love you.” I looked over and saw a tear roll down his cheek. “I know you do.” His voice cracked as he spoke. “Do you love me?” I needed to know. He had said it the other night, but his actions made me wonder if he had meant it. He continued swinging for a minute before answering. “Yes.” He was crying and looked so lost. I wanted to console him, but I didn’t know if he wanted me to. “Then what’s wrong?” “You wouldn’t understand.” There it was. The answer he always gave me when I asked him something about his life. I got up, walked over and stood before him. “Then make me understand.” I reached down and pulled him up into me. He fell into my chest and started sobbing. I held him tightly, refusing to let him go. I must have held him for five minutes, rubbing his back and telling him everything was all right. Finally, he backed away and looked into my eyes. “God, I’m such as baby,” he laughed. “Yeah, but you’re my baby.” I kissed him gently on the mouth. He then put his head on my shoulder and sighed. Suddenly, I felt his body tense. He pulled away from me as he looked over my shoulder. I turned around and saw Carter standing behind us on the sidewalk. He shook his head and walked away. “He mean anything to you?” I needed to know if I was going to have competition. “No. Just a friend.” He looked me in the eyes, and I knew he was telling me the truth. “I don’t want to go back to school. Let’s go to my house.” He nodded. I grabbed his hand and we started off down the street. We didn’t care if someone did see us. A pickup truck drove by, and we heard the driver shout out, “Queers.” We gave him the finger and grabbed our crotches. We took off running when we saw his taillights come on. We tore through several backyards, laughing hysterically as we ran. When we reached my home, we were out of breath. We went to the kitchen and grabbed a couple of sodas and headed to my bedroom. No one was home. * * * * * * * * I think I’m going out of my mind. I’ve never been so confused in my life. I used to hate my loneliness, but now I’m beginning to wonder if it wasn’t better. At least it never changed. Randy tells me he loves me, and I believe him. Then Carter tells me that Randy is only using me as a plaything until something better comes along. I tend to believe Carter. A guy like Randy could have anyone in the world. Why would he want me? I can’t even tell him anything about myself. I’m sure I’m a mystery to him. Maybe that’s what he finds attractive. Once he learns the truth, he’ll take off. That I’m sure. I didn’t go to school yesterday. I had an awful headache from the whiskey I drank the night before. I think it may also have been the weed I smoked with Carter. My body was not used to it. I met Carter on the way to school. He can be so cute sometimes. He grinned ear to ear when he saw me coming down the street. I have a feeling he’s probably never had a real friend before. Carter’s the kind of kid people automatically pick on. He’s small and has long black hair. He’s almost girlish looking. It would be hard for a jock not to pick on him. However, he’s a really nice guy once you get to know him. We walked to school and talked about nothing. We did get into an argument over who was the greatest superhero- Superman or Batman. We were still arguing when we entered the cafeteria at lunch. He had met me at my locker since we planned to eat together. As soon as we walked through the door, I heard Randy call out my name. “Forget him, man. He’s gonna do nothing but hurt you,” whispered Carter. I turned away and got in the food line. As I was preparing to get my food, Randy stepped up. He and Carter almost began fighting. Carter has this need to protect me. I guess he doesn’t think I am strong enough to deal with Randy by myself. He is probably right. Randy followed us over to the table and begged me to talk with him. I didn’t know what to say. I knew that I would end up melting into his arms once I started. I always do. Since Carter wouldn’t leave us alone, I ate quickly and left the cafeteria. I knew Randy would follow. I went to the park where Carter and I met. When I sat on a swing, Randy sat beside me. There was an awkward silence for a few minutes. Then Randy said the one thing I wasn’t expecting. “I love you.” I didn’t want to cry, but I couldn’t help it. He could have gotten mad at me and started yelling because I cut school yesterday. He could have called me names for ignoring him in the cafeteria. But no. He said he loved me, and I cried. He asked me if I loved him. I was going to answer right away, but I wanted to be sure before I told him. Of course, I love him. I have from the moment I tapped on his shoulder, and he turned around and looked into my eyes. “Yes.” Then he asked me what was wrong, and I told him he wouldn’t understand. He stood in front of me and gently said to help him understand. I fell against him and cried like a baby. I know I love him. I want to trust him, but I have been hurt so much in the past. It is hard to let down the defenses I have built over the years. In his arms I feel I can at least try. When I looked over his shoulder, I saw Carter standing behind us. He had seen me in Randy’s arms. He shook his head and sadly walked away. I felt sorry for him. He was really trying to be a friend, and I had just let him down. We decided to skip the rest of the day and go to Randy’s house. We had to run because two guys in a car had called us queers and we flipped them off. They turned around and chased us in their truck. After stopping in the kitchen and getting a couple of sodas, we went to Randy’s bedroom. He closed the door and immediately pulled me over to the bed. He tossed me down on my back and fell on top of me. I looked up and his lips met mine. As we kissed passionately, and I could feel his cock hardening against mine. He was grinding himself into me. He grabbed the bottom of my shirt and had me sit up while he pulled it over my head. He then stripped his off. “Damn. You’re beautiful!” he said admiringly as he looked over my tan chest. I was glad I had spent so much time lifting weights the past summer. By the look in his eyes, it was obvious he approved of my build. He began kissing me passionately. Soon, he began licking down my body to my nipples. I was moaning and squirming around on the bed. It was obvious that Randy knew his way around a man’s body. He knew just where to lick and suck to bring me to the brink of orgasm. When his hand fumbled with the button on my pants, I reached down and unfastened them. He unzipped me and then reached in and grabbed my erect cock. I moaned loudly when the head popped through my boxer. He took it in his hand and began stroking me. He sat up, reached for my pants legs and began to remove them. My pants and underwear came off in one jerk. “Damn!” he said excitedly. He reached out and began caressing my body. He ended by once again stroking my hard cock. “Get naked,” I said, my voice thick with lust. He jumped off the bed, dropped his pants to the floor and then kicked them off. He stood before me in black boxer briefs with his cock jutting out. He turned and sexily pulled his briefs down, slowly exposing inch by inch his smooth ass. He let them drop, turned around and stood before me totally naked. His body was a work of art. He could have been the model for Michelangelo’s David. He came over and lowered his body on mine. Our lips again met as we kissed passionately. I moved from under him and rolled him over, sitting atop him. I could feel his cock poking at my ass. I moved down and sat on his upper legs. I then grabbed his cock and began stroking him. When drops of precum appeared on his dickhead, I leaned over and licked it off. Randy moaned his approval. I then took his cock in my mouth and engulfed it. He thrust forward, causing me to gag. After catching my breath, I began sucking him once again. I wasn’t sure I was doing it correctly since I had only sucked one other cock. I was only twelve, and Butch had interrupted that. I could tell by Randy’s reaction, though, that he was enjoying it. Suddenly, the head of his cock enlarged, and he thrust deeply into my mouth. I was able not to gag. His body went rigid as the first blast of cum hit the back of my throat. I swallowed quickly as I attempted to take it all. Some began to run out the corners of my mouth. I didn’t particularly like the taste, but it was Randy. When he was finished cumming, I took it out of my mouth and kissed it. I moved up his body and found his waiting mouth. Once again, we became lost in our passion. He kissed down my face and upper body until he reached my dark nipples. He would suck on one and then lick across my chest until he reached the other. He kept doing this while I thrashed around on the bed. He continued running his tongue down my body until he reached my cock. I thought he would suck me, but instead he licked around it until he came to my balls. I almost came when he sucked one of them into his mouth and rolled it around. When he sucked the other in, I moaned softly. When he stopped, I thought he would suck me. However, he surprised me when he lifted my legs and pulled them back to my shoulders, leaving my ass completely exposed to him. He then leaned in and began rimming my hole. When he stuck his tongue in my ass, I moaned and thrust back, pushing his tongue deeper. When he finished, he took my cock completely in his mouth. I could feel his throat trying to swallow my dick. I couldn’t last any longer. I screamed as I shot load after load into his mouth. He gulped it hungrily as he continued sucking me, trying to drain out every drop I had. I hadn’t cum in a few days, so he was happily rewarded with a large load. When I finished, he licked my cock clean before bringing his body up beside mine. We embraced and held each other tightly. We began kissing, but I stopped when I realized he was crying. I pulled back and looked into his eyes. They were wet with tears. It caused me to begin crying as well. Both of us were overcome with emotion. He buried his head into my shoulder. “I love you so much, TJ,” Randy whispered into my ear. “I love you too,” I replied. “Promise me one thing.” He looked at me with tears falling down his cheek. “What?” I asked, kissing his tears away. “Promise me you’ll always love me.” “I promise.” “Promise me you’ll love me tomorrow.” “I promise you there will always be a tomorrow,” I vowed as I kissed him gently.
  12. Chapter 6

    I love my parents. I know I’ve said that before, but I really do. When I arrived with TJ after school, my dad was in the kitchen getting dinner ready. You should have seen the smile on his face when we walked through the door. “Hi, Son.” He looked at me, then over at TJ. “You must be TJ.” He walked over, and instead of shaking his hand, he pulled him into a hug. “It’s so nice to meet you. Randy has told me so much about you.” I watched as my father wrapped his strong arms around TJ. TJ seemed to melt into his embrace. I had a feeling that getting a hug was not a common event for him. When I first started touching him, he would instantly back away. Now he seemed like he was getting used to being touched and held. My father looked over his shoulder at me and winked. When TJ stepped away, his eyes were misty. “Randy, get the lettuce out and start making a salad. TJ, you can help me.” TJ stepped over to the stove and watched as my father explained to him how he was preparing Chicken Kiev. TJ listened intently, and he helped my father by handing him ingredients. They seemed to really be getting along. I just stood back and watched with a silly grin on my face. It reminded me of when my father first started teaching me how to cook. “All right, Boys,” my father ordered, “set the table and then go up to your room. I’ll call you when dinner is ready.” I took TJ into the dining room and pulled the china out of the china cabinet. He looked around like he had never seen a dining room before. He got extremely nervous each time I would hand him a plate. I think he was afraid he was going to drop one. When we finished, I took him by his hand and lead him out of the room. I looked in the kitchen and noticed my father watching us. He smiled and went back to cooking dinner. “Wow!” TJ exclaimed when I opened the door to my bedroom. “This is your room?” He moved around staring at everything in my room. He walked over to my desk and looked down at my computer. “This is yours?” I nodded my head. He walked over to my bookcase and looked at my CD player and cd’s. He began sorting through them. “Wow!” he exclaimed as he admired my rather large collection. While he was busy looking, I walked up and wrapped my arms around him. He fell back into me and put his head next to mine. His eyes were closed, and I could feel him breathing heavily. I reached my hands under his shirt and gently rubbed his smooth stomach. He let out a soft moan. I began to harden, and I cautiously pressed my cock against his ass. His body stiffened for a minute. I thought I had maybe gone too far, but I felt him relax and press against me more forcefully, grinding himself into me. I ran my hand down his pants and rubbed it across his hard cock. He let out another moan. I began to gently kiss his neck as he continued to grind his ass against my hard cock. When he reached around and rubbed his hand against its hardness, I let out a soft whimper. We jumped when my father shouted up the stairs, “Boys! Dinner will be ready in ten minutes. Wash up.” “Damn,” I muttered. TJ started giggling. I reached down, stroked him one more time and then turned him around so he was facing me. He knew what I wanted. He leaned in to meet my lips. We kissed passionately for a moment. I moaned into his mouth when he reached down and ran his hand against my hard dick and stroked me through my jeans. “We’d better get cleaned up.” I pushed away, but then leaned forward for a final kiss. “They’ll be upset if we aren’t downstairs in a few minutes. My mom is home, and she probably wants to meet you.” We walked across the hall and washed our hands. TJ announced he had to pee. I was hoping he would do it with me in the room, but he seemed to be waiting for me to leave. I reluctantly left and went downstairs. He joined us a few minutes later. My mother and father were quietly talking when TJ walked into the kitchen. My mother smiled when she saw him. She looked over at me, winked and mouthed, “He’s cute.” TJ saw her and started blushing. “Hello, Dear. I’m Evelyn Lawrence. You must be TJ.” She walked over and hugged him. Again, TJ seemed to love the affection. He wrapped his arms around her. She held him and gently rubbed his back. After a minute, she stepped back and announced that dinner was ready. Dinner was lively. My parents aren’t the kind who act like FBI investigators with my friends. That’s why most of them enjoyed coming to my home. I had already told my dad the day before that TJ didn’t want to discuss his life, so they steered clear of any personal questions. Most of the dinner conversation involved my parents telling embarrassing tales of my childhood. TJ laughed throughout most of the dinner. I smiled across the table at him. I was happy he seemed so relaxed in our home. When dinner was over, my parents excused us from the table. Usually, I got stuck with the task of cleaning up the dinner table. It didn’t matter if I did have friends join us. Dean, Wilson and others knew that when we finished, it was expected that they start taking dishes to the dishwasher. My parents would disappear into the living room and watch the evening news. After going to my room, I closed my bedroom door. My parents respect my privacy, so I knew they would not enter without knocking first and getting my permission. Besides, they rarely ever came upstairs unless it was time for bed. I grabbed TJ’s hand and pulled him over to my bed. “Come here, Sexy.” I threw him on the bed and climbed on top of him, careful not to put all my weight on him. Our lips met once again, and we kissed deeply. I shoved my tongue against his mouth, forcing it open. We began to explore each other’s mouths with our tongues. Both of us hardened immediately, and we ground our cocks into each other. He moaned as he thrust into me. Suddenly, he let out a loud groan. His body went rigid as he thrust forcefully upward. I knew by his actions that he was cumming. He thrust a few more times, and then his body went limp. I looked into his blushing face. “You didn’t just do what I think you did?” His face burned a bright red as he began to giggle uncontrollably. I sat up and looked at his laughing face. It was just too cute. “You’d better go to the bathroom and clean up before it dries.” I reluctantly got off him and sat on the edge of the bed as he disappeared from the room. I sat with a smile on my face. It was the first time I had ever made a guy cum in his pants without even touching him. I found it extremely erotic. He was still blushing when he entered the room a few minutes later. “You all right?” I asked with a silly grin on my face. “Shut up.” We began laughing hysterically. He sat down beside me. I put my arm around him and pulled him into another kiss. He reached over and began rubbing my still hard cock through my pants. I began to moan and thrust upward into his hand. He jammed his tongue deeply into my mouth and began to kiss me passionately. Before I knew what was happening, I felt my balls tighten as I deposited a large amount of cum into my underwear. TJ continued to rub until my thrusting stopped. He pulled back, looked at me with an evil grin. “Now we’re even.” It was my turn to blush. “Have I ever told you I love you?” He looked at me, and his eyes began to tear up. “You love me?” He asked as a tear fell down his cheek. “Yes, I love you.” He fell into my arms and began to sob. I gently held him and rubbed his back. After a few minutes, his crying began to subside. I then heard him whisper, “I love you, too.” * * * * * * * * * * * I’m in love! Me, Timothy James Somerset. I can’t believe it! Randy told me he loved me, and I cried. They were not sad tears, though. They were happy tears. The entire evening was great. I can’t remember when I had such a good time. Randy’s parents are the greatest. From the moment I walked in the house, I felt like I was welcomed. His father took me in his arms and held me. You have no idea what that felt like. My old man left me when I was a baby, so I grew up without a father. I would have let Mr. Lawrence hold me all night. Mrs. Lawrence came home and did the same thing. I noticed her tell Randy that I was cute. It really embarrassed me, but Randy seemed to be bursting with pride. During dinner they did not ask me one question about my personal life. They did tell me a lot about Randy’s childhood. I was really happy for him to have such great parents. I wasn’t jealous or anything. It was just nice to know that real families do exist somewhere. After dinner we went to his room and things got really out of control. We were humping against each other, and I came in my pants. I thought I was going to die from embarrassment. When I went to the bathroom, I decided that when I went back into his room, I would get even. I deep kissed him while jacking him off through his pants. I finally got him to cum, too. I still can’t believe that we had sex- and we didn’t even take our clothes off. Then he told me he loved me. I can’t begin to describe my feelings when he said it. Years of crying myself to sleep, wishing I could hear those words, finally became reality. I was so overcome with emotion I cried on his shoulder. I felt like such a baby, but he didn’t seem to mind. He held me tightly and rocked me until I stopped crying. Then I said the words I’d always wanted to say, “I love you.” We made out for a little while longer. It was getting late, so I decided it was time to go home. He offered to give me a ride, but I wanted to walk. Besides, I didn’t want him to see where I lived. The evening had been so special; I didn’t want to ruin it by him seeing my squalid conditions. In the back of my mind, I know this won’t last. We come from two different worlds. There is no way a guy like me can keep a guy like Randy. I know I’m just a fling for him. I really love him, but I can’t let my defenses down. It will only hurt me more when he decides to someday drop me. As I walked home, I was becoming more depressed because of my hopeless situation. Whoever said, ‘It is better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all,’ was wrong. Now that I knew Randy’s love, it was going to be hard to lose it. But lose it I knew would come someday. I was a block from my home when I spotted Carter coming in the other direction. He saw me and waved. He came running over to me. “Hey. What’s up?” he asked, trying to catch his breath. He looked so cute as he smiled at me with a broad grin. “Hi, Carter. How’s it going?” I smiled back. “Look what I’ve got.” He held up a joint and waved it in front of my face. “Let’s go somewhere and get high.” “I really should get home,” I insisted. “Come on. We won’t be long,” he pleaded. “I live a couple blocks away. We can go sit in the backyard. My mom’s probably gone to bed. She won’t see us.” “Just for a few minutes,” I replied. He started walking away, and I followed. Walking behind him, I noticed how slender he was. He kept grabbing his pants and pulling them up over his thin waist. I could tell when he raised his shirt to pull his pants up that he wasn’t wearing underwear. Several times I got a glimpse of his butt. It looked almost like a baby’s butt, hairless and smooth. When we reached his house, he led me around back. His home was a lot like mine. They shared a double, also. I could hear loud music coming from the home next door. “Fucking neighbors,” he said angrily. “They play that country shit all night long. If I hear Shania Twain one more time, I’m going throw a rock through their window.” I started laughing. I didn’t want to admit that I liked Shania. Country music is great when you’ve been drinking and want a good cry. We moved to a far corner of the yard behind the garage where we sat in a couple of plastic chairs. He lit up the joint and inhaled, and then he passed it to me. He got up and disappeared into the house, leaving me alone. I took a couple more hits before putting the joint out. I didn’t want to smoke all of it since I wasn’t sure if he had more. He came back carrying a six pack of beer. “It’s party time!” he said cheerfully. He handed me one. I popped the top and began drinking. “This is nice. I usually drink alone,” he stated. “Me too,” I admitted. He reached over, took the unlit joint I was holding and relit it. He hit it, and then he passed it back to me. When it was gone, he pulled out another. “Tell me. What’s going on with you and Randy?” He looked over at me as he took a hit. He could tell by the surprised look on my face that he had asked a loaded question. “What do you mean?” I was able to stammer out. “Look, TJ, it’s all cool with me. I’m not judging you. I just want to make sure you’re safe. I like you, and I don’t want to see you get hurt.” He scanned my face, trying to assess my reaction. “I’m not going to get hurt.” I figured there was no use in denying what was going on. Carter seemed like the kind of kid who had been around. He knew the streets, and he could probably smell manure a mile away. “Don’t let him use you. I’ve seen it happen before. They think they’re doing the world a favor by being friends with someone like us. It’s kind of like that TV infomercial that wants you to give money to help those kids in far off countries. It makes them feel good.” He sat back in the chair and closed his eyes. I guess he was giving me time to think about what he’d said. “It’s not like that with Randy,” I responded defensively. “Has he you paraded you in front of his friends yet? They always want to do that. They show you off like some sort of puppy they found on the street,” he said sarcastically. I remembered back to how Randy did insist that I meet his friends the first day I met him. “Bet he’s taken you home and introduced you to mom and pops, right? They probably treated you all special, made you feel right at home. As soon as you left, I bet they counted the silverware.” He sounded bitter, but he was hitting a little too close to the truth. “Has he gotten around to telling you he loves you?” He looked in my eyes and noticed my reaction. He knew the truth. I was becoming very uncomfortable with the conversation. The effects of the weed and beer were making me feel very depressed. “It ain’t like that.” I tried to sound confident; but he was making a lot of sense, especially in my inebriated state. “Whatever you say, Man. Whatever you say.” He rested his head and closed his eyes again. We remained quiet for a long while, before he spoke again. “I didn’t mean to bum you out,” he apologized. “But you got to be careful. Me and you don’t belong in their world. We were born poor and we’ll die poor. That’s just the way the world works.” “It’s not like that.” Again, I felt I had to justify my relationship with Randy. “Alright, I believe you. But do one thing for me.” He sat up and looked me directly in the eyes. “Take him home and introduce him to your old lady.” I hung my head and muttered sadly, “I can’t do that, and you know it.” “Right. That’s what I thought.” He sat back in the chair and closed his eyes. “How long will he be around if he finds out about the real you? Right now you’re a pretty face he just met.” He handed me another beer and I downed it quickly. I needed to get drunk. I thought I had experienced something special with Randy tonight, but Carter had put it into a different perspective. I didn’t want to believe he was right; however, deep down I knew he probably was. Good things don’t happen to guys like me. This was my life- getting drunk and high with my friends. I suddenly realized that Butch probably figured it out a long time ago. Why try to succeed, when the world just pushes you back down. I tried to convince myself that Carter was wrong. Randy did love me, and I knew that I loved him. But the fact remained, if I loved him, then why couldn’t I tell him anything about me? He’d proudly introduced me to his friends. I didn’t even have any friends to introduce to him. I guess I could consider Carter a friend, but how could I let him meet a spaced-out stoner? I knew I could never take him to my home. Our relationship was doomed before it even got started. I was becoming increasingly depressed. Carter and I smoked a couple more joints, and he gave me another beer. We talked a little longer about nothing significant. I finally told him I had to leave. I went home to a quiet house. My mother and Butch were gone for the night and probably wouldn’t be back until morning. I went into my room and crawled into bed. I thought about the evening. I remembered the good times I’d had at Randy’s. I had felt so welcomed. Then I thought about what Carter had said. Randy had taken home a stray puppy. “Can I keep him, Mom?” I could almost hear him say.
  13. Chapter 5

    Sorry, @Rndmrunner and @Stephen Ummm.... Not! But it does give me the opportunity to recognize a wonderful organization: https://www.aspca.org/ As the owner of a rescue dog who is now 11 years old, they make the best companions.
  14. Chapter 5

    That's quite a statement, @Wesley8890, considering how much you really, really, really disliked Will.
  15. Chapter 5

    I don’t know where TJ went after he left the cafeteria. He was a no-show for fifth and sixth periods. I was really worried about him. I was also extremely pissed at Deanna. She tried to apologize to me after school, but I told her if she came anywhere near me I would kick her ass. I don’t care if she is a girl. She started crying and walked away. Dean and Wilson found me later sitting on a bleacher at the football field. I wanted to be alone. I don’t know what it was that captivated me about TJ, but I didn’t want to admit that I may have fallen for him. I know. We just met, but maybe there was something to this thing called ‘love at first sight.’ I always thought it was something Hollywood manufactured just to make a good movie. “Come on, Randy. He’ll be back tomorrow,” Wilson assured me as he sat down beside me. For a minute, I thought the bench was going to give way. Wilson may be straight as an arrow, but he can read me like a book. “Yeah. Don’t sweat it man. You just met.” Dean was trying to sound reassuring, but he was failing miserably. “Kiss him before you miss him.” He laughed, but stopped when I looked at him and rolled my eyes. I looked at them and asked, “Do you guys believe in love at first sight?” “I fell in love with you the first time I saw you. You were really cute when you were five.” Dean elbowed me in the side. “No, seriously. Do you?” I was so confused with the thoughts going through my head. I had been with a few guys, but none had stolen my heart the way TJ had. Until he came along, I didn’t think anyone ever would. “When I first met Trisha, I knew she was special,” Wilson began to speak. “Here was a beautiful girl laughing at the jokes of a big lug like me. I knew I loved her right away. I just didn’t think she’d ever look at someone like me.” Dean and I listened intently. Wilson was not someone who talked about his feelings. He would stay up all night listening to you complain and cry, but he kept his emotions to himself. This was a side of Wilson neither of us had seen before. “When I got the nerve to ask her to the homecoming dance last year, I couldn’t believe it when she accepted. We really got to know each other that night. It took me six dates to finally kiss her, but when I did I saw heaven. So, to answer your question, Randy, yes, I do believe in love at first sight.” We sat quietly on that bench for another five minutes before anyone said a word. Wilson just stared across the field. I was pretty sure he was reminiscing about his first kiss with Trisha. It’s hard to say what Dean was thinking; probably what his mother was going to fix for dinner. “I think I’m going to head home,” I finally said. “Want me to give you a ride?” Dean offered. “Naw. I’ll walk. I need to think.” We stood and had a group hug. I love my two best friends. They have always been there for me when I needed them. When I entered the kitchen, Dad was already preparing dinner. He looked up and smiled when he saw me. “How was the first day back?” I walked over to the refrigerator, took out the lettuce and began to make a salad. “Okay, I guess,” I replied sadly. “Oh, oh,” he laughed. “Bad schedule?” “Nope.” “Wanna talk about it?” “Yep.” Tears began to form in my eyes. We spent the next half-hour talking about TJ. It was a little hard to make any decisions, since I knew very little about him. I didn’t know if he was gay or if he even liked me. It felt good to talk about it, though. My dad is a good listener, and he offers great advice. We finally decided to just let things happen and see where they go. All I knew was that I wanted desperately to talk to TJ again. I got up early and begged my mom to take me to school earlier than usual. She agreed, saying nothing. I guess my dad had told her about TJ, so she knew why I was in such a hurry to leave. Before I got out of the car, she kissed me on the cheek. “Good Luck, Dear,” she said to me. I left the car and stood outside the school doors hoping that TJ would show. I waited 35 minutes. I was getting ready to go in when I saw him walking down the street with his head down. He didn’t appear to be looking well. When I walked towards him, he looked up and stopped. “Randy. About yesterday, I’m sorry,” he apologized. “TJ, what in the hell are you talking about. I’m the one who needs to apologize to you. Deanna’s a bitch. She shouldn’t have said what she said.” Our eyes met as I spoke. Again, there was that magical connection. “You’re not mad at me?” he asked surprisingly. “Why would I be mad at you?” He dropped his head and looked at the ground. “People are always mad at me.” He sounded so sad. I wanted to grab him, pull him into my arms and never let him go. I grabbed his hand and started leading him away from the school. “Where are we going?” He seemed surprised by my sudden actions. However, he didn’t pull his hand away. “There’s a McDonald’s down the street. I want some breakfast.” I continued holding his hand as we walked. Realizing it might look a little too gay, I released his hand. When we arrived, he walked over and took a seat at a booth. “Don’t you want something to eat?” I asked. “I don’t have any money on me,” he replied. “Wait here.” I returned with four breakfast sandwiches, four hash browns and two coffees. I pushed two sandwiches, two hash browns and a coffee over to him. He thanked me and began wolfing down the food. I sat and watched as he hurriedly ate. I had a feeling it might have been his first meal in quite a while. I handed him another sandwich and hash brown. He didn’t object. He ate them quickly as well. After he was finished, he looked at me and appeared embarrassed. I guess he realized that I knew he probably hadn’t eaten recently. He smiled timidly at me while I drank my coffee. “Do you like me?” I don’t know where that came from; it just came flowing out of my mouth. It was the only thing I had thought of all night, and I had to know the answer. “What?” He looked astonished. “Do you like me? I’ve thought about nothing else but you since we met yesterday. I’m probably going to ruin this, but I’m gay. I really like you.” It was the moment of truth. He would either stay and tell me what I wanted to hear, or he would call me a fag and go storming out of the restaurant like Deanna did yesterday. He didn’t get up and leave. He just sat staring at me wide-eyed. I couldn’t read his reaction. “Why?” he asked, breaking the silence. “Why do you like me? There’s nothing about me to like.” He hung his head and looked away. “You’ve got to be kidding, right?” I couldn’t believe the lack of self-confidence he possessed. “You’re one of the nicest people I’ve ever met. I know we just met, but I can tell you’re a really special person. Plus, you’re cute as hell.” He looked up at me and smiled. “I love it when you smile.” TJ began to blush. “You didn’t answer my question.” I looked at him and stared into his blue eyes. He looked down at the table and softly replied, “Yes.” * * * * * * * * * I can’t believe I told Randy I like him. He swept me away when he said I was special- and cute. What else could I say? I do like him. I just can’t get over the fact he likes me too. The day was not going as I had earlier expected. When I got home last night I really became depressed, more than I can remember in a long time. I guess the weed I had smoked with Carter and the gin all caught up with me. I woke up this morning unsure of going to school. The only reason I decided to go was because Butch was home, and I knew he would be on my case all day. He still thought I had marijuana hidden in my room. I was taken by surprise when Randy was outside the school waiting for me. I figured after yesterday, he would want nothing to do with me. Instead, he grabbed me and led me off to McDonald’s. He even briefly held my hand. I was so grateful that he bought me something to eat. I was starving. I’d heard stoners talk about getting the munchies, but I always thought they were joking. Hunger pains hit me late last night and, as usual, there was nothing in the house to eat. I did manage to eat some stale crackers I found in the cupboard. I don’t know how long they had been there. Our conversation got really weird. Out of nowhere Randy asked me if I liked him. Then he told me he was gay, and he liked me. I couldn’t believe it. Randy’s gay! And he likes me! I just stared at him. Why would a guy like Randy, who could have anyone he wanted, want me? I even asked him. That’s when he told me he thought I was special- and cute. Wow! So what else could I say but yes. My emotions were beginning to overwhelm me, so I excused myself to go to the restroom. I could feel Randy’s eyes on me as I walked away. I was in there for a few minutes when Randy walked in. I had just finished washing my hands and was going to walk out, but he was leaning against the door. “Come here.” He held out his arms. I walked over and fell into him. He held me in a tight embrace. I could smell the cologne he had put on that morning. When I snuggled my head into his shoulder, I could feel his warmth on my body. I don’t think I had ever felt as secure in my life as I was at that moment wrapped up in his embrace. His arms left my side, and he lifted my face so that I was looking directly into his beautiful green eyes. He leaned in and our lips met. My legs weakened, and I would have fallen had he not been holding me up. His kiss was gentle. It wasn’t forceful or filled with uncontrolled passion. It was a kiss that I had always hoped my first would be- loving and tender. It was perfect. After about 30 seconds, he pulled away and looked into my eyes. “Wow!” He broke into a wide smile. “Yeah. Wow!” I returned his smile. “That was-” He paused for a moment, searching for just the right word. “Perfect.” It was as if he had read my mind. “Perfect,” I repeated. “We’d better get back to school. We’ve already missed half of Mrs. Jones class.” He leaned in and kissed me again. We then left the restaurant and headed back to school. When we signed in tardy, the secretary gave us a strange look. She told Randy this was the first time he’d ever been late. Then she looked at me. I could tell she thought I was the cause for his rebellious behavior. We were walking to Randy’s locker, when suddenly he let out a loud shout. “That mother fucking Deanna!” I looked over at his locker. Someone had taken pink paint and sprayed ‘FAGGOTS’ on it. “I know it was her. I’m going to kick her ass when I see her.” His face was red with anger. He got his books out of his locker and slammed it shut. He looked at the pink writing and slammed his fist into the locker, denting it. Not quite sure what to do, I grabbed his arm and led him off to class. When we entered Mrs. Jones room with only about ten minutes left. We approached her desk and handed her our tardy permits. “You missed today’s assignment. We’ve already read the biographies,” she said as she looked disappointedly at us. “Did you write your biography?” “No, Ma’am,” Randy responded with his head down. “Yes, Ma’am,” I replied. Randy looked at me questioningly. “I wrote it last night.” In between my drinks, and the tears that had run down my face, I had taken out a piece of paper and wrote what I thought Randy was like. I didn’t need to ask him questions to know the kind of guy he was. She asked me, “Would you like to read it to the class?” “Do I have to?” I was hoping she would say no. “Yes, if you want a grade,” she replied. She then announced loudly, “Class! Would you give Mr. Somerset your attention for a minute?” Everyone looked up from their reading and stared at me. “I apologize for not being here on time, but Mrs. Jones has asked me to read my biography of Randy.” I was extremely nervous. I could see thirty pair of eyes staring at me. One girl in front gave me an encouraging smile. “Mr. Randolph Jeremiah Lawrence.” The class began to laugh as Randy turned a scarlet red. “Everyone’s friend. Outstanding student and a wonderful son. Randy’s the guy who walks into a room and everyone begins to smile. That’s the kind of guy he is. He puts everyone else’s feeling above his own. He is a rare breed that gives his word and keeps it. He cares about the poor and disadvantaged. He works to make the world a better place. And the world is a better place because he’s in it. He’s never bitter or hateful. He’s filled with love and compassion. He’s humble and unselfish. He’s the kind of guy I’m proud to call friend.” When I was done, I looked up and everyone was staring at me. Randy was off to my side still red-faced. I handed the paper to Mrs. Jones, walked to the back of the room and took my seat. Randy followed and sat beside me. I heard someone off to my left mutter, “fags.” Several minutes later the bell rang, and we got up and left the room. Randy pulled me aside and looked at me. “Is that how you see me?” he asked. “Yeah.” I hung my head. “I wrote it last night when I was thinking about you.” “Thanks. That was nice.” I looked up, and he was smiling at me. “It’ll probably get us an ‘F,’ but it was nice.” We began to laugh. “Will you come home with me tonight?” he suddenly asked. “I want you to meet my parents.” I was really surprised by his question. I knew I wasn’t ready to go home with him yet. What would they think when they saw me come into their home with Randy. They’d probably think of me as the stray puppy he found and wanted to keep. “I don’t think so,” I answered sadly. “I’m not exactly the kind of guy you take home to mother.” “You’re exactly the kind of guy I take home to mother.” He began to laugh. “Relax, she’ll love you. Just like I do.” My head shot up and he was smiling at me. “I won’t take no for an answer. Meet me at my locker after school. You can’t miss it. It has ‘faggots’ written on it in pink.” He started to chuckle. I was happy he could now laugh about it. I didn’t want to be Deanna, though, the next time she ran across him. After sixth period was over, Randy reminded me to meet him at his locker after I went to mine and put away my books. I headed for the back exit, hoping I could avoid him; but then I felt guilty. Randy had been really nice to me. He had even kissed me. I thought about that kiss all day. It was like I was walking around in a daze. I kept touching my lips, the lips he had kissed just hours earlier. I felt like a giddy schoolgirl. I guess, in a way, I was. An adorable boy had kissed me, and now I was walking on cloud nine. Just as I was turning around, I caught someone out of the corner of my eye, leaning against the lockers. I looked over and Carter was standing with a grin on his face. He patted his pants pocket. “Hey. I’ve got some wacky tobaccy. Want to join me at the park?” I never noticed it before, but he has a very infectious smile. He is also cute. I didn’t think so the other day because my mind was preoccupied with other things. However, looking at him now, I found him somewhat attractive. “No, sorry. I’ve got things to do,” I said apologetically. “You and Randy hooking up?” He sounded disappointed. “Something like that.” I felt sorry for him. He really seemed like he wanted to be with me. I guess we had bonded yesterday at the park. Maybe I was about the only person in the school who would talk to him. “Okay, then. Have a good time. I usually go to the park for a little while after school before heading home. You can always find me there.” He was looking hopefully at me. “You got it. I’ll meet you there sometime.” He nodded and walked away. I turned and headed to Randy’s locker. He was leaning against it waiting for me. Dean was also standing beside him with a huge grin plastered on his face. The pink writing was no longer on the locker. I guess the custodian had cleaned it off. “Hey,” Randy said with a dreamy look in his eyes. “Hey, yourself,” I giggled, staring back. I hadn’t even acknowledged Dean. “God. You two need to get a room,” Dean mumbled. Randy hit him in the side. “Hey, that hurt!” “Let me tell you something about my boy here,” Dean looked at me and spoke. “I’ve known him practically all my life. I’ve been with him through all his ups and downs. I’ve never seen him as happy as he is right now. Treat him right, Dude. He’s a great guy.” I looked at Randy and he seemed embarrassed. He grabbed Dean around the neck and ruffled his hair. “I love you, Man.” “I know you do,” Dean replied as he fixed his hair. “What’s not to love?” He laughed and walked off. “Don’t you guys do anything I wouldn’t do.” He turned and smiled. “Guess we can do about any damn thing we want to then,” Randy replied jokingly. Dean flipped him off and walked off. “You ready?” he asked. “I guess,” I replied hesitantly. I was going to meet the parents of my boyfriend. Did I just say boyfriend?
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