Date: Tue, 15 Mar 2011 04:46:59 EDT
From: Mark837042@aol.com
Subject: Backdoor Slider - Ch 8

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to anyone dead or alive is totally coincidental.  This is a love story
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Backdoor Slider - A Love Story.

Chapter 8

I pull into my driveway and I see that Denise is sitting in her car talking
on her cell phone.  She sees me and starts motioning for me to come over to
her car.  She hangs up and rolls down the window.

"Hi Garrett!  Get in the car for a second.  I need to talk to you about
something," she says.  She doesn't seem angry or suspicious or anything, so
I casually get in her car.

"What's up?" I try to sound as calm as possible, but I have a huge lump in
my throat.

"How was school today?" I can tell she's nervous, too.

"Fine."

"Did you and Luke work out?"

"Yeah, we just finished."

She takes a deep breath.  "Look, I know what's going on between you two."

My worst fears are confirmed, but I'm not ready to admit anything.  "What
have we done now?"

"I know you're having sex," she mutters and looks out the window.

I'm mortified.  I feel my face start to turn red, so I bury my face in my
hands.  "He told you?"  I manage to squeak the words out.

"No, no," she chuckles.  "I used my lawyerly powers of deduction."

"Huh?"

"At first when I got home yesterday and smelled all the air freshener and
Febreze, I thought you guys had been smoking pot.  It really confused me
because it seemed so out of character for both of you with your baseball
and fitness obsessions.  Plus, I didn't have any evidence, so I couldn't
confront you."

I realize I had looked up as she was talking.  "We don't do drugs."

"I know!  I put it all together when I saw that Luke had done a load of
laundry," she cackles.  "I don't think Luke has ever done a load of laundry
in his life!  It had to be sex.  Everything made sense after that.  Plus,
the fact that you guys were fooling around on the couch while we were
watching Idol and then what went on in his bedroom after I went to bed...."

"Is there a hole I can crawl into somewhere?" I bury my face in my hands
again.

"I'm sorry, Garrett.  I didn't come here to torture you," she pats my back.
"In fact, I'm happy about the situation.  I took the day off from work so I
could figure out what I wanted to say to you.  The more I think about it,
the more I think you'll be really good for each other."

"Really?"  I can't believe what I'm hearing.

"Yeah.  I've known that Luke was gay for about six months now.  I found a
magazine in his room when I was cleaning.  I didn't tell him because I
wanted him to come to me.  Actually, I was kind of relieved when I found
it."  I stare at her with disbelief.  "When Luke started to come into his
own these last couple of years, I thought for sure I'd be dealing with a
teenage pregnancy sooner or later.  I didn't think he was mature enough to
handle sex and the girls would be all over him."

"Most girls are too intimidated by him, I think.  He's a 10, and that's a
lot to handle for an insecure teenager," I can't believe I'm discussing
this with her.

"Maybe so," she says.  "Anyway, I know being gay would incredibly
complicate his life, but it sure makes mine a lot easier.  No teenage
pregnancies, we can go shopping together and it means that we'll always be
very close.  I can gush over him the rest of my life!" She pauses.  "I
guess that's selfish, but that's how I feel."

"So you're not disappointed that you'll never have grandchildren?"

"Hell, no!  I've already raised one big baby, I don't need to do that
again.  I work my ass off now and I want to enjoy my retirement!"

"Thank you for being so cool about this," I say.

"Ok, but I need to ask you some questions," she says.

"Do I need to put my hands over my face again?" I ask.

"Yeah, you might want to," she laughs.  "Have you ever had sex with anyone
else?"

"No!" I snap my head up to look her in the eye so she will believe me.

"Has Luke?"

"I really don't think so."

"Good.  My greatest fear is that he would have unprotected sex with random
people.  I hope that by supporting your relationship, it will help keep you
both from doing that.  His safety is my number one priority.  That's why
I'm giving you this."  She hands me a key.  "This is the key to our
apartment.  I want it to be a place where you and Luke can be together and
be safe."  I look at it like she's handed me a diamond worth a million
dollars.

"Thank... you," I stammer.

"However, this comes with several conditions," she notices how awestruck I
am.  "Number one: The apartment is your place to be together.  I don't want
you boys to be open about your sexuality in public, and I don't want you to
be having sex in public places."  I feel my cheeks flush again.  "We live
in Arizona, and it's a red state.  You never know when some awful violent
person could spot you and do something unthinkable."

I nod.  "You're right."

"Number two: His schoolwork doesn't suffer.  In fact, he needs to bring up
his grades a little.  You and I will have to make sure he's doing his work.
You cannot do any work for him and you can't help him cheat.  I'm dead
serious about this."

"I understand."

"Finally, I really think it will be a good idea for you to tell your
parents."  The panic returns.  "I feel a large amount of guilt making these
arrangements for you boys and leaving them totally in the dark."

"I can't tell them!  It would destroy my mom.  She thinks that no one ever
has sex, EVER!  My dad would hate me.  He thinks I'm the All-American
church-going jock who will have lots of republican offspring.  He'd make me
talk to our pastor at church and try to figure out how we can exorcise the
devil out of me.  They're both way too closed-minded to handle this.  Also,
if my brother ever found out, he'd spread it all over school.  He hates
me."

"Well, I wont force you to tell them and I wont say anything.  I guess I
can hold onto the fact that I'm doing the right thing and that I'm
protecting you both."

"Thank you so much for being so cool.  Luke is a very lucky guy."

"On two accounts," she smiles and I blush again.  "Ok, please don't call
him before I get a chance to talk to him.  I have to go and get dinner
ready."

"Thanks Mrs. Olson," I say, getting out of the car.

"Denise, please." she smiles.

I start up the walkway to my front door and see my mom standing by the
front window watching me.  I smile and wave, trying not to look like I have
something to hide.

"What did SHE want?" she greets me with fury.

"Oh, she's just planning a surprise for Luke and wanted my advice," I say.

"I don't know why she couldn't have just come in and said hi."

"I guess she figured you were getting dinner ready and she would just be
bothering you."  My logic makes her even more frustrated.

"Well, dinner is getting cold." She storms to the kitchen.  "DAVID,
DINNER'S READY!" she shrieks.

I just marvel at how uncool mom is compared to Denise.  I wash my hands and
join my dad at the dinner table.

"I heard about that catch you made, son."  Dad looks up from his newspaper.
"I wish I could've been there."

"Thanks."

"Your mother made your favorite meal to celebrate, pot roast!"

Pot roast used to be my favorite meal, but not anymore.  It's really
fattening.  I've told them both before, but I guess this is mom's way to
show love, so I'll keep quiet about it.  "Great!" I try to sound excited.

Mom walks in the room carrying the pot roast like she's posing for the
cover of a homemaking magazine.  What a huge dork.  "DAAAVID!!!" she
screams and I almost jump out of my skin.

David is my little brother.  He's 13 and a total dink.  We used to get
along well, but he's not particularly smart, good looking or athletic.  I
guess that's why he lashes out; he gets compared to me at every turn,
especially by our parents.  I've tried my best to be there for him, but he
sees me as the antichrist.  This year, he's taken to dressing goth.  He's
not even very good at it.  I just think he looks like a poser.

He finally slinks into the room and mutters, "I hate fucking pot roast."

"What did you say?" my father shouts.  David just sulks and they ignore
him.  We start eating.

"This tastes really great, mom," I say.  I sneak some food into my napkin
from time to time.  I can't handle the carbs and the fat.

"We miss you around here, Garrett," she says as she dabs her mouth with her
napkin.

David interrupts, "He's too busy fucking his boyfriend, Luke."

"THAT'S IT!  Go to your room!" My dad's face turns beet red.  I try to mask
my embarrassment with fury and I grab him by the shirt.  Maybe I can use
this as a way to score some points with my folks.

"You listen to me," I snarl.  "I don't know what I did to make you hate me
so much, but I'm your brother, and I'd do ANYTHING for you."  I push him
away from the table.  He gives me the most hateful look.  I know he can see
right through my caring brother act.  He snakes out of the room, satisfied
with having ruined my special dinner.

"I'm sorry Garrett, I just don't know what do about him anymore!" Mom
always acts so dramatic in these situations.

"Don't apologize for him," I mutter.

"I wish you'd spend more time with him and try to be more of a good
influence."  She's said this many times before.

"Mom, he hates my guts!  All that would accomplish would be making both of
us miserable, and neither of us deserves that.  I just want to work out and
chill with Luke."

"I thought you mentioned over the weekend that you weren't going to spend
so much time at Luke's."  Oops.  I had forgotten that I had said that to
her.

"Nah, he was getting on my nerves a little, but we're cool now," I say as I
play with my food.  "We're trying a new exercise program.  It requires a
partner and it's totally exhausting.  I'm probably going to be spending
more nights at his place."  As I realize what I just said, and I try to
hide my smile by wiping my mouth with my napkin.  Some of the food I've
stuffed in it spills out, but no one sees.

"I'd like you to eat at home as often as you can," she says.  "Denise
shouldn't have to feed you every night.  Plus, Luke can spend some nights
over here."

That wasn't an option.  When Luke sleeps over here, he has to sleep on the
foldout couch downstairs.  He'd never be able to sleep in my room, and
there are too many people in this house to fool around anyway.  I have to
think quick.  "Well, I have my own bed at his place, and that fold-out
isn't very comfortable."

"No one has complained about it before," she says dramatically again.

"Well, he wouldn't say anything in front of you."

"Fine.  Do what you want.  I'd just like you to be here for dinner at least
five nights a week and make sure you're here Sunday mornings to go to
church."

"Aren't I always?"

We finish dinner in silence.  I wonder how Luke is handling his mom's
confrontation.  He's probably miserable and squirming in his seat.  I want
to call him very badly, but I promised Denise I wouldn't.  I'll just have
to work on my homework until he calls me.  I thank my mom one more time and
head up to my room.  I don't have much to do tonight.  I just have to read
a chapter of Oliver Twist and a chapter of my Biology textbook.  Damn,
reading is hard when you've got a lot on your mind.

I finish my biology chapter and am halfway through Oliver.  I keep reading
the same sentence over and over.  Finally, my phone vibrates against my
desk and I snap it up.

"Dude, are you all right?" I whisper.

"Fuuuuuck.  I can't believe she did that.  I am so pissed off at her for
doing that to you," he groans.  The sound of his voice gives my heart a
jolt that I wasn't expecting.  I had just seen him a couple of hours ago,
but it seemed like days with all that's happened.

"No way, man.  She's being awesome.  Can you imagine how 99% of other
mothers, including my own, would've reacted to this?  She's going to let us
be together."

"Yeah, I guess.  Like anyone could stop us, anyway," he chuckles.  That
gives me the good kind of lump in my throat.

"So, what did she say to you?"

"Mainly that she loves me and shit... that she doesn't care that I'm gay.
She really loves you, too, dude.  She told me that if I ever hurt you,
she'd disown me."  We laugh again.  Denise used that line on him a lot.
She thinks that he'd be absolutely helpless without her.

"Did she tell you she gave me a key to your place?"

"Yeah, that was kinda great."

"Did she tell you she heard us fooling around?"

"Yeah... so humiliating.  She told me from now on that if we needed some
alone time, to just go in my room and turn on some music and she wouldn't
bother us.... either that or take care of things when she isn't home."

"Or both."

"You know it, G" we chuckle again.  "So what are you wearing?" he asks
curiously.

"Me?  I'm in a skin tight mesh tank top and spandex bike shorts," I try to
say as seriously as I can.

"Oooh, hot.  Send me a pic," he whispers.

"Ok, but I think there's something wrong with the camera on my phone.  It
might look like I'm wearing a t-shirt and sleep pants, but I'm not.  What
are you wearing?"

"I'm wearing the Cubs t-shirt that you became intimately familiar with
yesterday... and nothing else."

"You tease!"

"It's clean now, but I was thinking I might get it a little dirty," he
whispers.

"Ok, hang up and send me a pic and call me right back."

I pull down my shorts and grab my boner with my right hand and hold the
camera up over my left shoulder.  I look up at the phone so I can get my
face and my dick in the shot at the same time.  I make a kissy face as I
snap the picture.  Perfect.  I send it to Luke and await his pic.

It soon arrives.  He's lifting his shirt up over his pecs so I can see his
abs and dick very clearly.  Man, I wish I was there with him.  The phone
vibrates.

"You know, G, you're pretty damn cute," he says before I can say anything.

"Thanks, I kinda think the same about you."

"Stay on the phone with me while I jack off."

"Yeah, baby," I give him my best porn voice.

"So what would you do to me if you were here right now?" he whispers.

"First, I think I'd turn on some music." We giggle. "Then I think I'd pay a
little attention to your abs, as you reminded me how hot they are.  I'd
start by running my fingers over them lightly, feeling every little
groove."  I can hear him breathing heavy.  "Then, I'd start licking and
kissing them all over, gettin' sloppy all over you."

"Fuck yeah, G," he gasps.

I've uploaded his picture on my computer screen and I'm jacking off while
looking at it and talking to him.  "Now by this time, I'm sure you have
lots of precum for me, so I go down and slurp it up."

"Yeah, I do," I can barely hear his voice through his panting.

"Then I'd wrap my hot mouth around your cock and start tonguing the head
while I jerk it off with my hand."

"Ohhhhhh yeah, I'm gonna nut."

"Unnhh...me too.  I'm down in between your legs.  My tongue is sticking out
and I'm jerking you off into my open mouth.  I'm smiling up at you and our
eyes are locked.  You feel me start to cum on your leg..." I hear a crash
and I don't hear him breathing anymore.  I'm guessing he dropped the phone.
It's probably a good thing as I start to spurt all over my chest and
stomach.  Damn, I'm good at phone sex.

"Fuck, G!  That was so hot!" He finally gets back on the phone.

"Yeah, but I think I still prefer being in the same room with you."

"Yeah, me too."

"I gotta finish my homework, dude.  I'll see you tomorrow before first
period," he yawns.

"Good boy... doing your homework!  I'm so proud of you!"

"Bite me," he chuckles.

"Anyway, I gotta go, too.  I love you, babe."

"Love you, too."

I hang up and start to wipe myself clean.  My phone vibrates again almost
immediately.  He's sent me another picture.  I quickly open it.  He's got a
goofy grin on his face with his tongue hanging out.  His Cubs t-shirt has
streaks and drops of cum all over it.  I guess I did my job well.  "This is
a keeper," I say to myself as I upload it to my computer.

I get myself back in order and head for the bathroom to brush my teeth.  I
see David coming out of the bathroom, so I lean up against the wall to give
him enough room to pass.  He stops right in front of me and gives me a
hateful glare.

"I know you're a fucking fraud.  I just want you to know RIGHT NOW that I'm
going to take you down."