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Most of us in our life have sat in one place so long that
we become numb, seemingly stuck to that one spot for all eternity. As
was the case with the bus ride to Dublin. Dublin was our final stop
on our Ireland tour. This brought an air of depression, but we also
had the revelation that we have a week to spend there. There was,
however, a stop on our cross-country trip. In a remote town, we stopped
at a cathedral and had mass. We did go to a Christian school.
As I sat in prayer, I asked God, `what the fuck is wrong with the
world?' I don't think that I should have sworn, but I
got my point across. But that wasn't it. All of the sudden,
every pent up emotion came to the surface. All the anger at the world
for hating gays, all the love that Aaron shows me every day. A single
tear rolled down my cheek. I snuck a glance at Aaron and put a smile
on my face. He smiled back, knowingly.
We continued on our bus trip with nothing more to happen.
Until I saw the beginning of Dublin. The city skyline, (which wasn't
as impressive as Chicago's) with the snow capped mountains in the
back ground, made this large city look almost like a small town. We
passed through round-a-bout after round-a-bout. Each decorated with
different plants and flowers. A lot of work must have been put in
to make this city look beautiful.
We were only on the out skirts when we pulled up to a small
building. Mr. O'Mally stood at the front of the bus. "This
is the theater, that we will be performing our last show in. Leave
your bags in the bus, and lets go."
We all followed the chaperones into the place, only to walk
into darkness. "Sorry!!" we heard from somewhere.
Next thing we saw was the lights flicker on and the auditorium come into
It was an interesting place. Obviously, still in its
condition from the last play. The floor was checkerboard, and the
stage walls were midnight black. I took a look at the lighting only
to find that there didn't have to be much work done. My eyes,
traveled downward only to fall upon two girls starting at me, about two
"Hello, I'm Breeann," one of them said.
"And I'm Emme," the other added.
"Were to help you get the technical stuff off the ground,"
"Emily, Nicole!!" I yelled. They sauntered
over to me, but with a quick wave of the hand, they came more quickly.
"This is Breeann, and Emme,"I stated as I pointed
to the two, "They are our helpers."
`Hi's and `Hello's were passed around.
Then Breeann showed Emily to the lighting booth, and Jessica to the sound
booth. Emme, however, just stared blankly at me. I gave her
a cheese smile and asked, "Where can I find the extension ladder?"
"Ohh, Let me get it for you." She
ran off, but not without calling Breeann to help her. They cam back
running like a pair of lemmings, and tried their hardest to set it up without
touching any lights. The finally succeed, but not without almost knocking
out a few people, slamming the ladder into a few chairs, and asking for my
help. `I do wonder if the have `Ireland's most funny
I made a few minor adjustments on the hanging battens. As
least as possible because I really don't want to move the ladder again.
It could cause a scene, if it hasn't already. Even climbing
up the thing was a hassle. First, we all debated who should go up
there. I knew I would loose, but it was fun. And, I swear, every
extension ladder in Ireland is too narrow.
Up on the ladder, which balanced precariously on a chain
hung iron bar, I heard they were taking orders for dinner. "Surprise
me!!" I yelled. Who knew that it would actually be the name
of a meal. I was almost finished with my adjustments when I heard
my name being yelled from below. "Yea!!"
"Sean, Come down here please." It was Mrs.
"Just a sec." Actually, I took my dear
sweet time up here. I knew that this was going to be `the talk'
and I wanted to avoid it as much as possible. I turned the shudder
pull like it was stuck even though it slid very easily. `What
the hell, am I going to say? What the hell, is she going to say?'
I heard the pull click to its position and I let the light hang freely.
I looked below, to see Mrs. Kensington still waiting for me. Each
steep seemed like an eternity. `What the fuck is wrong with
me? This isn't stressful, she all but gave her approval yesterday.'
With that I glided down the remaining rungs. "Yea, what do you
She waved her hand and Aaron came running towards her.
"Alright, I'll make this as short as possible."
Both of us made a quick glance at each other. "Ok,"
"You know the school policy towards sex. `Complete
and utter abstinence.' But I am an understanding parent as well
as a teacher, and I know that it is not going to happen. Now, I could
put forceful measures in place, in order to keep you two apart, but I could
only use those for fear of physical danger, i.e. a baby. Since,
with the uniqueness of your relationship, that isn't going to happen,
my only option is a warning. Please…please be careful.
There are a lot of sick people out there, with STD's and everything.
So just be careful."
I assured her that I would be careful. Aaron made sure
to add that we were in love, and there was no way that anything would get
in between us. My admiration for him, and our relationship jumped
up a few notches with that statement.
"Good," she replied, "Now get back to work."
As if on cue, the other chaperones brought in lunch. I grabbed my
`surprise me' and sat next to Aaron on the foot of the stage.
"How'd you like that?"
"She's cool," he said, "You think
"Naw…I think that she has a lot of respect for
privacy, and I'm glad for that."
"Yea," was his only response.
We ate in silence then, not much more than a look was exchanged between
us. A few minutes of this is all that I could take. "Is
"Huh?? Oh, no, I'm fine."
"No, you look like you're about to cry."
"Can we talk about it later, there seems to be a lot of people around."
"Yea, sure," I wasn't really convinced that he wanted
it to drop, but I saw his point. "So, you going to do good tonight?"
I was striving for conversation matter.
"Yea, I guess. Just the same as any other performance."
"Come on, you have to lighten up, you have a show to put on, and
audience to please, you have me. I am proud of you. Foremost,
because, you can…you do that emotional scene, at the end of the play."
He looked at me now. "You have no idea how that touches me,
every time. What I saw the play like eleven times total, and yet,
it still gets to me. That is why I am proud of you, and love you."
His eyes bolted open, and he nearly spit up his food. "Shut
up!!" he yelled, turning a few heads. "I have to put on
a fucking mask every morning, and live with the fact that I am not normal.
The least you could do, is respect the fact that I want to keep the appearance
of somebody normal, and for your sake, you should too." He told me in
very whispered tones.
"Nothin' to be sorry about. Like Mrs. Kensington said,
`be careful'," he said taking deep breaths.
"Yea, but I want to talk later."
"Ok." We went back to eating.
Mr. Shofield took center stage, "Alright, I hope everyone is filled.
The place opens in one hour, so let's get things cleaned up, make-up
on, and be ready for warm-ups in 30 minutes."
Everybody moved like ants scattering about. Nicole was finishing
up, actors went in back to get ready, and the spares cleaned up the place.
With my work done, I calmly walked up the stairs into the lighting booth.
I plugged in the massive plug, which transmits power to the circuit board.
I waved Emily to join me. I had her play with the lights and finally
ordered a lighting test. Not really paying attention as each light
went on and off. My mind was somewhere else. `What could
be bugging Aaron that much that he would blow up at me like that? Maybe,
family troubles…past…did I say `I love you' too
loud? And what was it that about to make him cry before? All
"Is it ok?"
"Huh?" I was shaken back into reality.
"Is it ok," Emily repeated.
"Umm, yea. Fine."
Thirty minutes before the youth theater opened the actors started their
warm-ups. It was cute watching them embarrass themselves in front of
us. Prancing around on stage, and saying babble, that's supposed
to loosen the tongue and relax you. I know what its like thought.
I was an actor once.
Right on schedule, the auditorium opened and people began to pour in.
I grabbed myself a seat in the lighting booth. I watched as the place
filled up to right outside our door. I took a seat and watched.
Mr. Shofield steeped onto the empty stage and made his way to center.
"Ladies and Gentlemen. I would like to welcome you to the Dublin
Youth Theater. Tonight, all the way from the United States, I am honored
to bring you Thorton Weilder's play, `Our Town'.
There will be one intermission in the middle so please enjoy the play."
The lights went dark. `My lights.' I heard scuffling
on the stage; the show was going to begin soon. A glow emanated from
the lights behind a wall of actors. Each holding hands stretched from
one side of the stage to the other. Soft piano music spread throughout
the small theater. The play began as it did every time. And
as every time, it was amazing. Although I have heard these lines hundreds
of times. They play so well, that it was good each and every time.
The play went on. It must have captivated the audience, because I
heard not a peep out of them. Intermission came and went and the `emotional
scene' approached. Aaron came out, and collapsed in front of
his dead wife's grave. (you have to read it.) He cried
there. Something was different. I could see this from the booth.
These were not fake tears, like every other time. The lights went out
and the play came to an end. The house lights came back up.
I casually strolled down the ramp. I may be moving slowly, but my
mind was racing. What happened, if anything. I walked back stage
only to see a crowd of actors huddled. I crashed through. There
was Aaron, on a couch, curled into a ball. Tears were streaming and
his face was all red. He was clutching his abdomen.
I fell by his side, I didn't care if anybody saw. I pulled
one of his hands away and held it. More so, he held mine. He
clutched at it, it stated to hurt, but I didn't care. My other
hand found its was to his forehead. I stroked his hair back, and whispered
softly into his ear. "Its going to be ok." I too
was at the point of tears. While my boyfriend lie there, in serious
pain, all I could do is comfort him. I wanted to be there. Like
he was there in my dream, suffering the pain with me. I wanted that
"What are you doing," I heard from behind me.
"What?" was my response, not paying much attention to the out
"What are you doing," I heard it now, it was Doug.
"Being a friend," I responded more than annoyed. "Which
is much more than you're doing." He pushed off, making
his way through the crowd, but I heard one word that he said, so clearly.
"EVERYBODY!! Move away!!" Mr. O'Mally yelled.
"NOW!!!" Mr. Shofield added. They started to drift apart,
making there way to do whatever. I really didn't care.
"Sean, move away please."
"No," Aaron gasped. He clasped onto my hand tighter.
"Shhh, let go of his hand Aaron."
"No, its ok, let him stay," I heard Mrs. Kensington say.
"Fine," was his response. I continued to pet his hair,
showing that I am not leaving. He mustered a smile and gave me a look
of thanks. I just stared into his tear-ridden eyes; I hoped my face
showed the greatest love possible, because that is what I felt.
Paramedics came in the side door of the theater and put him onto a gurney.
All the time, he never let go of my hand. As they wheeled him out,
I saw Mrs. Kensington talking to Mr. O'Mally and Mr. Shofield.
I looked back at her, and we made eye contact. I mouthed to her, `Go
ahead.' She nodded in approval. All three of them came
running out the ambulance.
"Sean, this is against, everything that I believe in as a teacher,
but go ahead with him, we will follow." Mr. Shofield said.
I nodded to him.
"We can have two people ride with him. He isn't in serious
condition," one of the paramedics said. They stuffed Aaron in
the ambulance, and Mr. Shofield and myself climbed in. It was a tight
squeeze, but we made it. They put a mask on Aaron, to help him breath,
and started an IV. All common procedures, I guess.
Under better circumstanced it would have been really cool, to hear the
Irish siren. It sounds so different than ours. It seemed to
take forever to get to the hospital. Eventually we did pull in.
They took him out of the ambulance.
My fingers were numb by now. I caught a glimpse in his eye.
They showed true terror. I gave him a reassuring smile. Which
he half heartedly returned. All together we moved it the ER.
The place was a mess. There was a pool of blood on the floor, and
some other liquid. People were screaming. The wheeled him into
an exam room. Mr. O'Mally and Mrs. Kensington showed up soon after.
Aaron seemed in a lot less pain, but there was definitely something wrong.
He let go of my hand. Thousands of pins suddenly penetrated my hand
as blood returned. I stared at it in obvious pain. Aaron gave
me a smile which, despite my current condition, just had to return.
"You do realize, Sean, that we are going to have to talk with you
two about this," Mr. Shofield said.
"Ohh," I hesitated. "What do you want to know?"
"This is not the most appropriate place for a discussion of that
"I don't care, and I don't think Aaron will either."
I looked at him. Aaron was sleeping. The drugs must have done
"Alright. Where is that God damn doctor?" Mr. Shofield
was obviously a little embarrassed about the subject. Suddenly, I
"What would you like to know, I filled Mrs. Kensington in on most
"Yes, she told us," Mr. O'Mally said.
"So what more do you need to know."
"When did this start, for starters?"
"On the bus to O'Hare"
"You guys got together then?"
"No, that happened early morning at Lac Gur."
"What have you done?" Mr. Shofield said. His face was
I gave a small laugh. "Why is that important?"
"Because, as teachers, we have to look after our students."
"You don't need to know how far we went. That is no business
of yours. What you do need to know is that I am not fucking around
here. This is the real thing. I…"
"Watch your tongue." Mr. O'Mally said.
"I love him. This is not student infatuation. This is
real, hardcore, unadulterated, love."
"You are serious."
"Very! Anything else?"
Mr. Shofield spoke up, "Yea, I want to know, what it was like for
you to realize that you are gay?"
"I didn't harp on it for a long time. I sorta figured
it out when girls don't grab my attention. Why?"
"I think my son…"
"He's waking up," Mr. O'Mally interrupted.
I looked into his eyes. They showed pain, anguish, but most of all
I returned my hand to its formal position and bagan to stroke his hair
again. Then bravery took the best of me. I bent over and kissed
him on the forehead. Then whispered in his ear. "Everything
is going to be alright." I knew what his eyes looked like.
They must have bugged out of their sockets. But when I looked at him
again he hooked one of his arms around my neck and pulled me into a kiss,
full on the lips.
"Alright you two, that's enough."
(from Tim's Perspective)
Aaron came in from stage with tears in his eyes. He was in obvious
pain. I caught him as he nearly fell. "Are you ok?"
"I need to go back. Just one more scene to go."
"Are you ok?" I repeated.
"No, it hurts." He stood up on his own and hobbled back
onto stage. Falling before his character's wife's grave.
The lights went down. I rushed out to help him up and literally carried
him back stage. I helped him onto the couch and he curled up into
the fetal position, clutching his stomach. `Where the hell are
the teachers.' Everything else was chaos. I saw a glimpse
of Sean and he was suddenly by his side comforting him. I really did
envy their relationship.
"What are you doing," I heard Doug say.
"What?" Sean said
"What are you doing?"
"Being a friend. Which is much more than you're doing."
Doug clearly didn't like that comment and pushed his way through
the crowd. I heard him say something under his breath, `Fag'
Did he know about them.
Suddenly Mr. Shofield and Mr. O'Mally told us all to get the fuck
out of there, in much kinder words. Every single one of complied except
for Sean. We all congregated on stage. I grabbed a few people
next to me and asked them if they would pray. They grabbed a few more
and soon, every one was in a circle. Including the techies, and the
We said the "Our Father" as one group. After the prayer,
nobody let go. It was then that I looked around. Everyone had
a look of worry on his or her face. Doug wasn't there.
I was the first to let go. In a bit I found John, Nicole and Megan
talking in a corner.
"Hey," I said.
"Hi," John replied.
"Anyone got any news?"
"The ambulance just pulled out," Megan informed me.
"Hey, where's Doug? He wasn't in the prayer circle."
Everyone looked around just as curious as I was.
"There," Nicole said. And sure enough, he was sitting
in a corner. John started over towards him. I followed.
"Hey, Doug!" John nearly yelled.
"Why weren't you prayin' with us?"
"I don't pray for fags."
"What makes you think Aaron's a fag?"
"Its not just Aaron, its Sean too. And they just are."
"Well," John said as he turned to me. Then, like a flash
he grabbed Doug by the collar and pinned him against the wall. He
grabbed his hair and bashed his head against the wall as well. "If
you ever do, say, or fucking think anything degrading towards them, I will
rip off your balls and stuff them so far up your ass, you'll be eating
your own cum for breakfast. Got it?" No response.
John banged his head against the wall again. "Got it?"
"Yea," Dug said trembling.
"Good." John tossed him to the floor. "Don't fuck
with me…or them!!"
Doug scampered away. I spoke up, "John you surprise me."
"Yea, well. They're my friends. Besides, what Aaron
pulled today, in all the pain yet still going out on stage, proves he is
more a man than even I would be. And Sean, without another care in
the world, came by his side. He didn't care what anybody thought,
what they said. That too was manly. They aren't fags, just
gay. That's cool by me."
I put my arm around his shoulders, "I wish they were here to hear
you say that."
(From Sean's Perspective)
Five little Beeps
Four Lung Machines
And My Boyfriend pumped with lots of drugs
I have contented myself with making up words to the "12
days of Christmas." It passed the time. While doing so,
I held his hand and stayed near him. `Where was the damn doctor,'
I thought to myself. Just then, his eyes groggily opened. And
also just then, I heard one of the monitors across from our curtain start
to go off. It produced this annoying and loud hum that could only
single `BAD.' All of us including Aaron looked on, as
nurses and one doctor ran into the room. The worked on her in plain
view of us. But to no avail. The three chaperones and I tried
to block Aaron's view. In his state, this could be too traumatic.
I think though, he say it. As they pulled the sheet over her head,
I felt sorry. There was no family, no friends. For an hour she
sat there, and nobody came.
Finally, a doctor came. After seven hours of Aaron drifting off,
and walking up a doctor came to our curtain.
"What seems to be the problem?" The teachers explained
our medical situation. Mr. Shofield explained our `we are pissed
off because it took so long' situation. "Sorry about that,
things have been hectic around here," was his excuse. Questioned
but accepted, the doctor came to look at Aaron.
"Does this hurt?" he said as he poked at his abdomen.
Aaron nodded his head rapidly when the doctor poked him in his lower right.
He had Aaron drink the liquid and took him in for a x-ray. Again with
the waiting. Returning, Aaron asleep in the bed. The doctor
explained the situation.
"Aaron has an inflamed appendix. This is nothing major since
it doesn't pose and immediate threat. Apparently, the swelling
has gone down, this the passing hours. So, the problem was most likely
something he ate. Because the swelling went down, I am assuming that
the problem has passed. I have a prescription for some pain reducers,
which should alleviate all the pain that he could suffer for the next day
or so. The pills are not depressants, so he should be active after
a long nights rest. Here is my number at the hospital. If the
problem persists, bring him back in and we will run more tests."
He awoke Aaron and had him stand up, which he did with minor difficulty.
"Aaron, I want you to take it easy for the next day or so. OK?"
"Alright, you can go out that door. I realize you are from
America, so please see the desk to fill out some papers and get directions
to your hotel."
"Thank you doctor."
"No problem." With that, he rushed off.
"Aaron, are you ok?" I asked, with genuine concern in my eyes.
"Yea, I'm alright." He winced with every step.
I marched to his side and put an arm around him holding up a minor portion
of his weight. "Thanks."
"It's in the job description of a boyfriend." He
smiled at that.
"What else is in that description?"
"I'll show you later." I said with a sly smile.
"I would love to but it hurts so much."
"Don't worry about it." I smiled. He just
beamed back at me. `I love you,' I mouthed.
(From Doug's Perspective)
"Well," John said as he turned to Tim.
Then, like a flash he grabbed Me by the collar and pinned me against the
wall. He grabbed my hair and bashed my head against the wall as well.
I feared for my life. My head was swimming with pain now, and prepared
myself for more. "If you ever do, say, or fucking think anything
degrading towards them, I will rip off your balls and stuff them so far
up your ass, you'll be eating your own cum for breakfast. Got
it?" I was fear stricken. John banged my head against
the wall again. "Got it?" he repeated.
"Yea," I said trembling
"Good." John tossed me to the floor. "Don't fuck
with me…or them!!" I ran, I ran up the stairs to the
top of the theater. I sat in the corner.
"What the fuck is wrong with me, I am supposed to be the tough guy.
Get a grip on yourself Doug, you're a Freshman, he's Junior,
and a fuck of a lot bigger than you." I was talking to myself.
"Those little faggots. I'll get them for this. How?"
(from Tim's Perspective)
We were all shushed out of the theater into the bus.
No words were said. Everyone was still a bit shocked about what had
happened. Eventually though, conversation did pick up on the way to
the hotel. We arrived in late evening. The sun had set and the
streetlights shone dimly on the doorstep. The hotel was nestled between
two other buildings creating one continuous wall. Something that I
saw very often in this country. Solemnly we signed in and went to our
rooms. The chaperones had sleeping arrangements for us. Darn,
no cohabitation. One reason why I envied Sean and Aaron.
John and myself carried Sean and Aaron's stuff up to
their room. "I hope he's alright." I commented.
"I do too," he replied. Apparently there
wasn't much to say. Ms. Becher gave me the key to their room.
I slid the card and flipped the light. John followed me with Aaron's
"Here, put Aaron's stuff there," I directed
him. He dropped the bags on the floor and slumped to the bed.
He sat there, starting at the floor. "What is it?"
"Come on, were beyond all that macho shit!! What
"Are you OK?"
"For now," he said in such a calm voice it scared
me. We both headed for the door at the same moment and left the room.
I turned out the light behind me.
(From John's Perspective)
`Ahhhh, TORMENT!!!' I thought to myself.
`I just told off a friend. I just defended a fa…another
friend. What the hell!! Just a few days ago, I was ready to
cut off all communication with them. Now…FUCK…I defending
their choices. For Fucking Sakes, I'm protecting them.
"What is it?" I heard Tim say.
I paused. `What did change? I…realized…they
are the same people. THAT'S IT!!' "Nothin',"
I said to him.
"Come on, were beyond all that macho shit!! What
"Just thinking'." I got such a strong
urge to punch in Doug's face. What right did he have.
They are still the same people. THEY ARE STILL THE SAME FUCKING PEOPLE.
Just different. Time, yea, that's what he needs, that's
what I needed.'
"Are you OK?"
"For now." `I knew I wasn't.
Suddenly, it has become my mission to save these two good friends from the
world. WHAT THE FUCK!!!! Why is it my responsibility?
GOD, I hate Doug.' All these thoughts were racing through my
head. I had to compose and control myself. I got up and headed
for the door. Without words, we left the room.
(From Sean's Perspective)
Five little Beeps
Four Lung Machines
And My Boyfriend pumped with lots of drugs
"What are you humming?" Aaron asked me.
"Hmm? Oh, nothing, just something I made up as
"Let's hear it."
I turned red. Thank God it was dark in the car on the
ride home. "Fine." I sang the song softly.
Aaron got this snicker on his face when I finished. "What?"
"You must have been really bored."
"You could say that. Four hours plus Two plus…um…a
"Can I sleep with you tonight?" It was
more a comment than a question with the tome of voice I had.
"Sure," was his curt response. With that we started forward
looking forward to a soft bed. We pulled up the hotel. I am
not sure as to how we got in or up to our room which was on the second floor.
But, I found myself there with the light on and I was stripping off my clothes.
"Could you help me? It is a bit painful."
Without conscious thought I walked to him and helped him undress.
Then I climbed into the bed with him. I spooned up against him, and
wrapped my arm around his chest. "I love you," I said.
"I love you too." My eyes closed and I was out.
I awoke to the sound of a phone call. Reluctantly I uncurled myself
from Aaron, and picked it up.
"Good morning. This is the Gresham Hotel wake up call service.
The time is 7:00 Am. Thank you." And the phone hung up.
`Gresham hotel huh? Sounds like a nice place. I rolled
back to Aaron, only hear yet another ringing.
"Sean, this is Mr. O'Mally. Sorry about the wake up call.
I forgot to cancel it. You two go back to sleep. The rest of
us minus Mrs. Kensington are going on a small tour of the immediate area."
"Ok." I hung up, not waiting for a response. I
"Who was that?" Aaron asked.
"Mr. O'Mally. He said that we should get more sleep,
the rest of them are going on a small trip around the area. We'll
ask them to fill us in about it later. Shhh, go to sleep."
"K. Hold me please."
"Don't have to ask." With that we returned to our
original position and fell back asleep.
(From Tim's Perspective)
"Good morning. This is the Gresham Hotel wake up call service.
The time is 7:00 Am. Thank you."
I hung up the phone in disgust. "John get up!!"
I heard a low moan from him. "JOHN!!"
"I'm up!!" With that he reluctantly tossed the
covers off of him as did I. "What are we doing today?"
"I don't know," I responded. "We just have
to be downstairs soon."
I put on some clothes. But not without looking at John. Sean
and Aaron got me thinking. But long ago I dismissed that possibility.
`It might be kinda cool getting some everywhere you went, but up the
ass ain't for me. Could give it a try though?' I
looked up in surprise. `What did I just think? Could give
it a try. I dismissed it. I felt for April. Although unattainable,
I still felt for her. The sex…just…might be fun.'
With that a smile crossed my face. "Hey, John?"
"You ever wonder what were missing and Sean and Aaron are getting?"
"Man, all the time. Nicole won't put out. I know
I couldn't love, but the sex…just…might be fun"
`Holy twilight-zone.' "I was just thinking the
same thing. April won't either."
"Dude, that's weird, but… dude, you don't even
have April. I have Nicole," he said with a grin.
"Shut up," I hissed as I left the room. I was in such
a state last night that I couldn't remember how I got to my room.
John came out after me and looked at me with a tilt of his neck.
"This way." I followed him to the elevator, excuse me,
lift where we meet a few of our `mates.' "Hey."
Hi's were heard around the group. Silently we marched onto
the elevator and waited till we reached first floor. Still devoid
of conversation we walked through the lobby into the adjoining café.
There, served was breakfast. John, Nicole, Megan, and myself sat at
"You hear any news?" Megan started off.
"No," I responded. That was it. No more conversation.
Eventually, Mr. Shofield grabbed each of our attentions.
"Aaron is fine. There was a small problem with his intestine,
but it has fixed itself. I ask that you don't knock on his door,
or interrupt with a phone call. He and Sean are sleeping. They
were up all night." Murmurs where heard around the area.
Apparently they were suspected already. "Today, we are going
on a little tour of the immediate area. We will visit St. Patrick's
Cathedral, and make a stop at a small home, of a writer, which you all will
recognize. I will leave that for a surprise."
`Like he actually knew, and like I actually cared,' I thought
to myself. With that, we were excused and piled into the bus, once
The tour was really cool, we stopped at St. Patricks Cathedral. Suprisingly
it was rather small. But cool. It was like anyone would imagine
a Cathedral. Cold and big. There was a small plaque on the floor.
I knew that there was a relic of St. Patrick somewhere in the church, I
bet that it is in that. Other than that, we stopped at this one famous
writer's house. Or parents house. I really wasn't
paying attention. And truthfully, it didn't matter much to me.
I guess you could say that I was a little preoccupied. I think we all
were. I got a glance from John that said something, but I am really
bad at reading people so I am not sure. After the tour, we were given
free reign. This meant that we could walk around and shop. Just
to prove how good we were at finding our way home, they dropped us off at
some mall. Bassically, they told us to get the hell off the bus.
Megan, Nicole, and John joined me on our little trip through the mall.
Derek, Mark, and Doug tried to tag along but one look from John sent Doug
away and hence his entire group. To tell you the truth, I feel sorry
for him. First, an outcast from our group and next having to hang
out with those two. Ahh, Hell.
"Hey, what's up?" Nicole asked me.
"Ahh, nothing, just thinking how sorry I feel for Doug."
"Why is that," Megan piped in.
"Look who he has to hang out with."
"He deserves it," John said without turning his head.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Nicole asked.
"Doug was saying shit about Sean and Aaron…and their choice
of…lifestyles," I explained.
"Oh. Like what."
"One word. Fag."
"Ohhhhh, I get it." I rolled my eyes at her.
We shopped for a little while longer, stopping here and there, looking
for this and that. I found some earrings to give my mother.
She will like them; they are in the Celtic design. Idle discussion
followed us as we made our way back to the hotel. There was still plenty
of time, so we took our time.
We stopped here and there at a few corner stores. All of us picked
up something or another. In truth, it was nice. Amazingly, I
completely forgot all that had happened in the day before. Being with
my friends did that. But then I realized that there were two missing.
Finally the hotel came into view. I opened the door and let everyone
else in. We had plenty of time before we were to go to the play, so
I walked back up to my room. On the way I passed Sean and Aaron's.
I couldn't hold back the urge. I knocked lightly on the door.
Getting no response I started off toward my room. As I was walking
though, I heard a door open and instinctively turned around.
"Tim? Was that you," Sean said.
"Yea." I backtracked and entered their room. It
was a mess, undoubtedly due to the fact that they dressed half asleep last
"What is it?" Sean asked quietly once the door closed.
"Nothing, I just wanted to make sure you and Aaron were OK."
He gave me a little smile. "How is he?"
"Aaron? A lot better. I won't tell you the details,
I'll leave that to him. But lets just say that I got to my room
about 4:30 in the morning.
"Wow! What a wait."
"You can say that again."
Aaron twitched in his sleep and Sean went to his side. That notion
of how I envied their relationship sprang back into my mind. I wish
that I had somebody who would do that for me. "Shhh, Aaron,
"No, No, I'm up. What time is it?"
"Shit!" Aaron exclaimed with obvious trouble. "I've
been asleep for like twelve hours."
"I know, I've been watching you," Sean said. I
saw only love in his eyes for Aaron.
"Maybe I should go. Leave you two alone," I said.
"No, its ok. We need a little company."
I sat on the bed with them. "Aaron, what was it like?"
I started the conversation.
"Oh, man, I don't even want to remember. I saw this lady
die, and there was blood and shit all over the floor."
"Well not literal shit. More like proverbial shit," Sean
"Dude, sorry. What'd they say was the problem."
"It was nothing, just a little swelling of my appendix."
"Isn't that dangerous?"
"Yea, but his swelling went down, as we waited. So it was ok.
But The fact is, we waited. And waited, and waited. Always with
I laughed at his little joke, as did Aaron. "I really am sorry
for you, but you did something out there, that none of us would really do.
You give the phrase `The show must go on,' whole new meaning.
And Sean, you went to his side without a moment's second thought.
Which by the way, there is a little problem.
"What is that?" Sean asked.
"I think that Doug knows. In fact, I know he does."
"Ohh, I already knew that, I heard what he said," Sean said.
"What did he say?" Aaron asked.
"He said, `Fag,'" That's it.
"Well, you need not worry, myself and John actually, have the situation
under control. Man, you should have heard it. John completely
told him off in your defense."
"Full of surprises he is," I said.
(From Sean's Perspective)
`WOW!! John actually defending us, this blew me away.
I have gained a whole lot more respect for the guy.' "Full
of surprise he is," I said.
"Ok, dudes, I going to head up to my room."
"Alright," I said. With that, Tim left our room.
Once the door closed behind him, I jumped into bed right next to Aaron.
"So, what do you want to do tonight."
"Isn't there a play tonight?"
"Yea, well, we don't have to go."
A smile crossed his lips. "What, you going to show me the rest
of the job description."
"Of what, a boyfriend?" He looked at me with blank face
that could only make me laugh.
"Only if your up to it."
"To tell you the truth, I don't think I am. Besides I
want to go see this play."
"Whatever you say dude."
"Listen, could you wake me up in about an hour and a half.
That will give me a half hour to get ready."
"Yea sure. Have a good nap." I kissed him on the
lips. Just a quick kiss that was quickly returned. Not wanting
this to turn into something that requires a shower I released and headed
out the door.
The hotel was really cool. Red carpet and all the fixings.
The design was complicated. There was an adjoining café, but
that only took one floor, sorta. More like a floor and a half. See,
complicated. I started to walk around, waste time and think.
Turning corners here and there I came across a set of double doors with
small circular windows in them. I opened one and stepped into a large
ballroom. It was huge and dark. It kinda scared me a bit.
In my travels I started down a flight of stairs but as I approached I heard
the obvious sounds of a kitchen. Definitely out of my bounds.
I proceeded the other wan and went up the flight. The ended at one
single door. I opened it, scared at what I was going to find.
Like a dead body or something. What I found was a "L"
shaped room with an Ironing board and Iron in it. It had one window
which the setting sun shown in. I sat down and started out the window
at the small piece of skyline that I could see. I smiled to myself.
`There is nothing more perfect than this moment right here except if
Aaron were right here with me. Things were OK.'
I walked back to my room taking my time. I was almost in a state
of bliss. I passed Megan and Nicole's room. I peeked my
head in. "Hi girls."
"Hi, Sean," Megan said. "How is Aaron?"
I knew that this question was going to come up and I prepared my response.
"Better, but that wan't the worst part. It was the hospital.
If we were in a America, the place would be shut down." I saw
a disgusted look come across both of their faces.
"That bad huh?"
"Yea, hey, you know what time it is?"
"Yea, its 5:00"
"Thanks, I got to go, I'll talk later."
"Ok, give him our regards."
"Will do." With that I left. I continued to walk down
"Hey Fag," I heard called out. I paid no attention,
I knew exactly who that was. "Hey fudgepacker, I'm talking to
you." My rage boiled. I tried my hardest to keep it contained,
but he was pushing the limit.
"YOU, Cocksucker!!" Doug said as he steeped out of the
hall. "I'm talking to you." That was it.
I turned on my heel with fire in my eyes.
"Your in deep shit!" I told him. I walked right
past him and into his room but not without grabbing him with my hand first.
I dragged him into the room. Derek was sitting on the bed going through
his bag or something. "OUT!!" I screamed at him.
He must have seen the fire, because he didn't give staying a second
I tossed Dough onto the bed and got up right next to him, put my forearm
to his throat cutting off air supply, and grabbed his hair and pulled his
head up. "Alright dickweed. What ever thought you had
about gay people being pansies, forget it, because I can kick your ass just
as good as any straight man. In fact I heard what John did. You
just don't quit." His eyes became wide with fear. "Now
dickweed, you will not say anything to me, him, or anybody that remotely
sounds like an insult. Because if you do I will tell Derek to fuck
you dry. And he will." `I really didn't know
if he would but dude is so large that he would probably jump at any chance
to get some. But, it was a good threat.' I saw pure fear
in his eyes which were turning an ugly shade of red. I let him up.
"Yea." He followed me as I got up, but I pushed him forcefully
"Don't fuck with me."
I left the room and went to mine. As I stepped in I heard Aaron soft
breathing. I climbed into bed with him. "Get up, babe,"
I whispered in his ear.
I smiled. I kissed him full on the lips. I felt him tence up
but soon relax and start to kiss back. I released after a fierce tongue
battle. "You up?"
"Very, and now horny as hell."
"Yep, a cold shower will do you just fine. Come on."
"What, your not coming with me?"
"Why you want me to?" He gave me that sarcastic smile
of his. "Fine. I guess I could use one too."
I stripped off my clothing and did Aaron. He wasn't lying when
he said he was horny. His dick sprang up when I released it from his
briefs. I tried to think of something else. "Does it still
"What my stomach, or that?" he said as he pointed down.
"Now you asked for it." I stepped up behind him and nestled
my rising dick between his ass and reached my hand around a grabbed his
shaft. A moan was released from his lips. Those perfect lips.
His eyes closed and he leaned his head back against my shoulder. With
my free hand I adjusted the water and turned on the showerhead. With
the other I began to stroke his velvet pole. Together we steeped into
the shower. I released his dick and lathered up his hair and body
making sure to get every spot clean. I came upon his still hard cock.
Delicately I rubbed the soap into the flesh making sure to rub it thoroughly.
I could tell that he was so close. I rinsed his throbbing cock off
and put it into my mouth in which he shot into my mouth. Wave after
wave of his cum slid down my throat. I savored every drop.
"Wow!!" was all he said.
I raised up and kissed him, hard and passionately. "What can
"You can say that you'll let me do you."
"Can't do, we are late already. Don't want to appear
suspicious. Now come on, wash me, and no playing around. We
can do that after."
"Ok." Taking my word, he washed me very quickly.
We were out of the shower and dressed and smelling good ten minutes later.
"Alright, the theater is only a short walk from here so everyone
lets get going, here are your tickets." Mr. Shofield handed
out the tickets to the play. Looking at the ticket I saw that it was
called, "In The Blink Of An Eye" Interesting Title I thought.
It was an impressive sight. One in which anyone passing stared.
The entire group, 44 people, walking down O'Connell St. Towards one
of Dublin's theaters. The theater itself was impressive.
It had that Dublin look to it, yet also had the Broadway décor.
It was really cool. Each of us filed into the theater passing off
our tickets on the way. Aaron swapped with Justin to sit next to me.
`Brave of him.'
Like I thought would happen I nodded off. It was a stressful two
days and I almost expected it to happen. I awoke with a start.
The lights for this play apparently were nothing out of the ordinary so,
there was nothing that really grabbed my attention. The set itself
was nuts looking, like an insane asylum. Yet again, I nodded off.
My eyes fluttered when the house lights came back up. `Intermission
already.' I got up and stretched.
"So, how are you liking the play," Mrs. Kensington said from
"How, I mean how could you see anything through those eyelids of
"Its ok," she laughed, "I understand. Don't
worry about it."
"Ok," I smiled at her. I turned to Aaron who, unlike
me, didn't awake, and just smiled. The house lights flickered
signaling act II is about to start. I sat down and tried, to stay
It felt kinda weird. A sort of tingling that traveled up my arm and
towards my face. It hung around, until, it lurched. My eyes
shot open. `AFTERNOON DOSE.' My hand lurched again,
then again. Suddenly, it wouldn't stop. There was no stopping.
I slumped in my chair hopping not to make a scene. My seizure continued.
My forcefully closed eyes began to tear. Soon though, the shaking
stopped. It was then I realized that my hand was being held.
I looked over to see a very concerned face on Aaron. Angry at myself
for forgetting my medicine, I tore my hand away and left the auditorium for
I sat in the lobby in one of the over extravagant chairs and put my head
in my hands. I cried. I cried and I didn't understand
why. I have cried tears for my epilepsy for years and I was over that.
So why did I cry now. `Because I have just displayed it for
all of Ireland to see. And furthermore, my boyfriend. Shit, I
can't remember if I told him.' I cried more tears.
I heard the creaking of the wooden chair next to me. I thought nothing
of it until I felt a hand rub across my bent back. It comforted me.
"I love you." I heard Aaron say.
With tear stained eyes I looked up at him. "But…"
He put his finger to his lips. I followed his sign and shut up.
"I love you no less, even if you an ax-murderer. Although disappointed,
I would love you no less." I laughed at his little joke.
"I love you too." Just then Mr. O'Mally came out
to see what was the matter.
"Is everything alright?"
"Yea, I just had a seizure."
"Are you feeling ok,"
"Yea, it just makes me really tired. Pooped kinda tired."
"Do you want to go back to the hotel? After the past few days
I am not sure as to why you two even came tonight."
"Maybe that would be good," I said.
"Alright, Aaron, accompany him back to the hotel, and take it easy,
both of you."
In all truth, I have no idea what he was thinking, he knew about us.
Now if that isn't trust, I don't know what is. We proceeded
slowly down the walk to the hotel. Once there, without words we walked
in, up the stairs, to our room, out of our clothes, and into the bed.
"Its my turn," Aaron said as he lay upon my chest.
"You don't have to."
"I know. I want to." With that, he launched himself
upward and kissed me on the lips. He then snuck down and started to
nibble on my earlobe. This brought tingling sensations that raced
through my body. My penis began to rise to attention and Aaron knew
it. His hands explored around my nipples and drifted down to my abdomen.
"I love you so much!" he said before angel kissing the crook
of my neck.
"Oh, God, I love you too." He nibbled his way down to
my nipple and lightly sucked on it before moving to the next one. They
along with the rest of me stood erect. Pleasure, like a drug, raced
through my system. It was more than I could take. "Aaron,
I need you right now."
He kissed around my naval, and finally reached my cock. But passed
it right by. "AAAaarronn!!" He nibbled on my inner
thigh. He gently sent waves of pleasure through my body with his tongue.
He teased my taint and scrotum. This was more than I could take.
I covered my mouth with my hands and moaned loudly. He took one of
my balls into his mouth and wet it down before doing my other, then both.
Finally after all this agonizing torture, he took my precum slickened cock
into his mouth, only to let it go and lightly blow on it gently. I
squirmed around on the bed grabbing sheets and pillows. He took me
into his mouth and took he in halfway. A few more bobs and he had it
down, but unfortunately, a few more bobs and I exploded deep into his
throat. I covered my face with a pillow and yelled.
I was spent, utterly and completely. Aaron climbed up next to me.
"That was…that was…oh…" I couldn't
"Thanks," he kissed me, sharing some of my own seed with me.
We kissed for ages. It was passionate, sensual, loving. "I
love you, Sean," he said as he backed away.
"I love you too." Aaron climbed back onto my chest, where
he originally was and pulled the blankets over us. I fell into a deep
"Good morning. This is the Gresham Hotel wake up call service.
The time is 7:00 Am. Thank you."
I rolled out of bed. The sun radiated its brilliance through the
window. I couldn't help but realize just how lucky I am.
I tapped Aaron on the shoulder. "Hey, babe, wake up."
"hmm, you have no idea how much I just want to stay in bed."
"Come on." I pulled the blanket off his naked form.
"ASS!! Its cold."
"Come here, I'll warm you up." His eyebrow perked
up. He got off the bed and walked toward me staring right into my
eyes. When he was close enough, I snuck one arm around his waist and
the other put to his cheek. I brought him closer and pulled his lips
to mine. We kissed as our dicks became engorged. He started to laugh
as he felt the head of my cock snake its way up his stomach.
"What's so funny?" I asked.
"We can't do that now," he responded while pointed to
my penis. This brought a small chuckle to my lips as well. Reluctantly
we got dressed. Aaron and I had a little problem stuffing our hard
cocks into the jeans we put on. But we succeeded. I promised
him, I would take care of that later.
We left our room with idle banter bouncing back and forth all the way to
the café where they were serving, of all things, Cheerios.
That was quickly followed by a piece of toast and some orange juice.
This would be my first outing into the Dublin world. We were to take
a trip down to the old jail and to Trinity collage to see the `Tain.'
Apparently it was an old book, which has Celtic background. I think
that it is one of the oldest books to exist or something like that.
The bus ride was really boring. Before the Jail we were taken on
an extended tour of Dublin. We spent a very long time looking at doors.
Yep, that's right, doors. Really really interesting doors.
And I say that in the most sarcastic voice possible. I sat in back
which is unusual for me. Aaron, John, and Tim sat next to me.
You know that last row spans the entire bus. There was more than enough
"Sean, what happened to you yesturday?" Tim asked.
"I had a seizure." Everybody knows that secret of mine,
I don't think there is much need to keep that in the closet.
"Was everything alright?" John asked.
I looked at Aaron. "Yep, I am just fine."
"Oh God," Tim moaned, "I don't want to hear about
"Oh, John, by the way, Doug came after me and started with the name
calling and shit. I threatened him. Rather severally too."
"How?" Aaron asked me.
"I put my arm at his throat like this," as I demonstrated,
"And told him to fuck off or Derek would fuck him."
"Sean, that is…" Aaron began to yell.
"Absolutely funny…" John interrupted.
"And what he needed." Tim interrupted him.
"See," I said to Aaron, "It was for our own benefit.
Besides I wasn't lying, I bet Derek would jump on a chance like that."
"Probably right, and I see your point," Aaron stated.
After that, the bus ride, looking at doors, was quite unadventurous, and
quite quiet. We pulled up to a large brick wall and were told to exit
the bus. We walked down this footpath through a really old looking
gate, and finally to a modern castle structure. We were led inside.
The walls were smoothed brick and it was cold and damp. This was not
Trinity Collage, we were at the prison we were to visit today.
This was confirmed when we were brought to the first room. The label
on the door said `Cell block A.' Inside was a gigantic three
story room with walkways and a spiral staircase. It was like Alcatraze
squared. On three stories the walls were lined with cells. We
were led to one of the few open ones. The cells themselves were about
the size of my closet. `How could anyone live like this.'
The curator ran through the explanations like any tour. I paid little
attention, more being diverted to the place itself. I stepped over
to the staircase and saw that it not only went up but down too. I looked
over the security rail into the blackness.
"What do you think is down there?" I heard from behind
me. I jumped at the sound.
"What," I said in a panic.
"Did I scare you Sean, I'm Sorry,"
"Its ok Aaron, this place gives me the gitters. Come on, the
rest are leaving. I don't want to be caught lost in this place."
We followed the group to a large doorway. "Outside this door
is the courtyard. This courtyard was the place of executions, exercises,
and free time," the curator said. She opened the door.
The cold wind wiped at us. I zipped up my coat as did everyone else.
We were lead in an "L" shaped courtyard. I swear I could
hear voices. `This place is freaky, I wish I never got up this
morning.' Again, I paid little heed to the explanations.
I looked closely at the walls. She pointed to a spot where executions
took place. I walked up the to wall there. I could see holes
where the plaster was blasted away by a bullet. A cold shiver ran down
my spine. `I'm usually not a jumpy person. This place,
though, it just does that to me.'
The tour proceeded likewise, we were shown to the rich chamber where the
rich were held. A picture was hung in the room depicting what the
room did look like. There was fireplace, which was still there.
A soft chair, and rugs. IT looked almost too comfortable to be a prison
cell. We were also led to solitary confinement where Mr. O'Connel
stayed many a day. Apparently he was the leader in one of the many
Irish revolutions that plagued this country. Lastly we were led to
the chapel. There, a screen came down and they showed us a short movie
on the history of the prison. I, along with Aaron sat in back.
He started to rub the inside of my hand. I didn't respond much.
I was too into the video. I turned to give him a smile then plastered
my face back to the screen.
Once the picture was over we were led out. It was only a short walk
to the collage so as a group we made our way, not down the street but through
a park. It was cool. We all played on the way there. We
talked and actually a few danced. Or at least attempted to.
I laughed at their tries. We hung back and held hands. I was
so relaxed around this group. And as long as Doug was put in his place,
things seemed to be alright.
As a mob of people we crossed the street and entered one of the most popular
and oldest schools still in use today. Trinity Collage. We entered
a huge courtyard and walked to the south side where there was a newer looking
building. When we got closer I saw the `Student Union'
Sign above the door. I had to marvel at the architect who designed
it. It wasn't too impressive but I couldn't describe it
in words. There we had lunch. Some people opted for the long
ass lines and some went for the vending machines. I went for the vending
machines. I really wasn't that hungry anyway. Aaron on
the other hand, picked up a seven course meal. We sat at what had to
be the only free table. Eventually people began to flock to that location.
Aaron had to endure the `how are you feeling' questions, and
I had to endure the `what the hell happened' questions.
I could tell he was getting sick of it. I rubbed my foot against his
as a sign that I understand. He just smiled at me. That smile
thought held so much. Only when you are in love can you truly know
what just a small sign means. Man, it just makes everything alright,
all the pressures disappear. It is wonderful.
Well, as it turns out, the `Tain' wasn't on display.
Gee, that's depressing. But we were led to the library.
The place was huge. It was two floors with a great big hole in the
floor on the second. Books upon books lined the shelves. The
place was huge, just huge. All done in oak, it gave that comfortable
feel. All too soon we were pushed out, and as it may be, we were forced
to pass by a gift shop which doubled as the student book store. Right
outside the store, in the main courtyard we were all gathered for an announcement.
"Ok, the play is an early one, so I want you guys to be ready to
go at 4:00. That gives you two hours to do what you want. There
is the…" and Mr. Shofield began to ramble off places and directions.
All meaningless to me.
Aaron, myself, Tim, John, aww hell, our circle of friends just decided
to walk around and shop for a while. We walked down this one little
small street. It had this really corny Irish shop. Decked out
in green, you know you're an American if you buy something from that
store. Everyone did, but me. Further on we found this really
neat looking place. From outside you could see a display case full
"Guys, lets go in here!" Tim said. We fulfill everyone's
wishes and we went in. Tim just looked the the jewelry. He stared
at it intently. I gave a quick glance and found what I wanted.
I made sure Aaron was away and made the purchase. I continued through
the store and found the Waterford Crystal area. I remember what my
mom asked for. She wanted some crystal. `What was it, little
bowls?' I looked and I looked and for the life of me, couldn't
find little bowls. `Fuck it.' I picked out a large
serving bowl and got a sales clerk. I had that sucker shipped directly
to our home, not wanting to break it on the way home.
"That will be £130," the sales clerk said. I dished
out the cash and left it in the care of the business.
By the time we made it back to the hotel it was time to get ready.
Well, we had a little extra time. I dragged Aaron up to our room,
(Which by the way consists of one single bed and a double bed. The
chaparones wouldn't be that stupid.) There I sat his on the
bed and I sat next to him.
"Aaron, I got something for you." Why was I nervous.
He looked deep into my eyes. A smile crossed his lips. I love
that, when he smiles. "What?"
I pulled out the little box, which held the claddagh ring. I handed
it to him. "Open it." He did, that little smile
turned into bugged out eyes and a jaw dropper.
"The traditional wedding ring of the Irish since the 17th Century,
the Royal Claddagh ring is worn by people all over the world as a universal
symbol of love, loyalty, friendship and fidelity. For love, we wear
the heart. In friendship, we wear the hands. And, in loyalty and lasting
fidelity: we wear the Royal Claddagh crown.
Worn on the right hand, with crown and heart facing out, the ring tells
that the wearer's heart is yet to be won. While under love's spell it
is worn with heart and crown facing inwards. Wearing the ring on the
left hand, with the crown and heart facing out, signifies that your love has
been requited," I read the little insert that came with it.
"I love it." He swung his arms around my neck. "I
"I love you too," I said as I held him close. "Here,
I got this chain here incase you are uncomfortable wearing it on your finger.
I know how you are a little uncomfortable showing…" I stopped
"I get it, and thanks for understanding." He let me go.
"I will wear it close to my heart. Where you belong."
"Cute, now jump in the shower."
"What, your not coming with me?"
"No, or we'll never get there on time. Now come on."
Cyrano De Burgerac, one of the funniest, serious, most entertaining plays
created. I loved every minute of it. I held his hand for most
of it. It just made things a little better. Every so often,
I would squeeze it just to make sure he was still there. You know,
once you have something so precious, you want to do whatever possible to
keep from losing it. That's how it was. I never want to
lose him…this. It is just too special, almost sacred.
And, I love every minute of it. Ahh, well, so much for Cyrano De Burgerac.
This was itching me out inside. I had to show him. I broght
Aaron to the grand ballroom that I found and that small ironing room.
The moon was showing brilliantly through the window that was half open.
"I have an idea."
"What, its like 10:00, we have to get up early in the morning."
"Just wait here," he said. I did as he commanded.
I sat and looked out the window. It really was beautiful outside,
but was a little cold. I started to close the window. "No,
leave it." Aaron scared the shit out of me.
He walked into the room with the comforter off the bed and he locked the
door behind him. I gave him my grin. "You are full of
"How do you know what I am going to do?"
"Because we haven't done that in a while. And your just
aching," I stated while swaying my head.
"Shut up you." He tossed the comforter at me. I
caught it but it covered me. By the time I got it off, his full weight
was on me. "What do you say we lay down and spread this over us.
It will feel good being warm in the cool air."
"I love you."
"I know." He stroked my cheek, just staring into my eyes.
"I want you so bad. I want to hold you, caress you, feel you
in me; I want to be as close as possible. And I never want to let go."
"hmm," was all I could say before I landed a passionate kiss
on him. We rolled over. The kiss never changing urgency, but
tongues started to reach out and feel against one another. The feeling
was intense. My hands were all over his body as were his. They
reached under my shirt and I knew what was going to happen. I wanted
it. I raised my arms and he pulled off the shirt, my nipples becoming
instantly hard in the cold air. He warmed them with his mouth, now
they became hard from pleasure. "Ohh, God."
He must have taken this as a good sign and started to undo my pants.
I subjected my self completely to his will. Somehow he took his shirt
and pants off too. My head arched up and I held in a loud moan when
his hand found my throbbing member. I was about to blow my load right
there. "Aaron," I barely whispered. He took the
head of my penis into his mouth and began to move slowly downward avoiding
the gag reflex. With a magic touch he gave me such pleasure.
I ran my hands through his silk hair. I was completely relaxed, unforceful,
just letting it come. Literally. "Aaron, I am about to
cum." He just took this as encouragement and doubled his efforts.
My eyes shot open and my body tensed. I could feel it boil to the surface
like an erupting volcano. I shot wave after wave of pleasure into my
boyfriends waiting mouth.
I slumped to the floor from the arching position I was holding while I
shot my load. I felt completely weak. Unwilling to move.
Suddenly Aaron jumped and nearly pounced on me. He gave he a hard
kiss sharing the nectar with me. That has become sort of a ritual
with us. "Love you," he said as he rolled next to me.
I rolled onto him and began the same process he did to me. I snuck
down and placed his nipples into my mouth, one at a time. He started
to stroke my hair. He too was unforceful, willing to undergo what
I had in store for him. No rush. I licked a trail down his stomach
down to the bush that surrounded his pole. I took one last look at
him before I began my trek. I saw only love in them yet he had hints
of passion and wanting. I swiveled my head and took one of his balls
into my mouth, I swirled it around making sure to get it real wet.
Then took the other and repeated. I heard audible noises coming from
him. One of my hands reached up and pinched his nipples. The
other I got wet with my spit and placed it at his awaiting anus. I
pushed in gently. Not wanting to get him off this quickly. I
licked up the shaft and took his head in. As quickly as I engulfed
the head I let go and blew hot air on it. This produced a moan from
him. I smiled in recognition. I went down on him in one quick
motion. How, I don't know. He covered his mouth with his
hands that were still stroking my hair. I heard a muffled sound and
I almost laughed. I continued doing this for a while. Seemed
like forever. It is amazing how much please you can get from giving
pleasure. I was hard again. I continued to gently probe his hole
and continued to suck diligently on his cock. I could feel it get bigger
in my mouth and I knew that he was about too explode. And what an explosion
it was. There seemed to be an endless amount. Suffice it to say
that I didn't catch it all. I released his now shriveling penis
and began to clean up the mess that leaked. I, like him gave his a
big kiss, sharing his juices with him. We both lie there, both wanting
the same thing but too tired to ask.
Since his ass is already wet, I climbed behind him once I recovered.
As I climbed over him I whispered, "I love you." I saw
a smile cross his lips.
"Love you too babe."
I hooked my finger again in his ass. It slipped in easily with the
work that I performed earlier. I wet my fingers further and inserted
two, them three, each producing a new moan. "Are you ready,"
I asked him.
"As I'll ever be."
I was surprised how easily my cock slipped into his ass. Last time
it was hard, now…man. My hands reached around him and stroked,
caressed, and rubbed all over his chest and abdomen. They finnaly
claimed his cock in their grasp. I started to jsck him off.
"Ohhhh, mmmmmmmm, Ohhhh, God," he moaned. I must have
hit something suddenly or he got a new fire, because he began to push back
against me with each thrust. I could feel the cum start to make its
jurny again. I grunted and started to kiss his neck harshly. I
let go of his dick and he bucked wildly. He sprayed his cum all over
my hands and I sprayed my cum inside his ass. We collapsed physically
into a heap of breathing beings. After a bit I brought my hand to one
of the towels but Aaron stopped me.
"No, good lubrication." He then guided my own hand to
my own ass and started to control my fingers. I was his puppet.
With his control I fingered myself spreading my muscles enough to let him
enter. He then took my hand and controlling it once more stroked his
dick. He laid me down on my side and raised my leg. He got behind
me and started to gently kiss me. "I love you Sean with all
of my heart." I could only moan in response. He gently
inserted his penis into my awaiting hole.
"Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow. Oh, God, Ow."
"Holy shit Sean, I'm sorry." He started to pull out,
but I grabbed his ass and held him there.
With short gasps I said, "It's ok now, just go slowly."
And that is exactly what he did. He pushed slowly until he had me
to his hilt. I could feel his pubic hair tickle my ring. "Mmmm,
now fuck me." I whispered to him.
He started to pull and once he was almost at the point of losing contact
he thrust back in. his cock hit my prostrate with every thrust sending
immense waves coursing through my system like a drug. I started to
push back against him, to meet in the middle. I could feel him tense,
I could feel him go ridged, I could feel myself go ridged. Just in
time I caught what was left of my cum in my hands. My orgasm caused
my ass to clench on his dick witch pushed him over the edge. He sprayed
what was left of his supply into my ass. I welcomed every bit.
"Aaron, you want to hear something corny?"
"That was the most intense, most sacred, and most bonding action
that we have ever performed, not one of us was the domination, we just sacrificed
ourselves to the others whim. Trusting each other."
"That was really cool, I love you so much, but I am so tired right
now." With that he fell asleep holding me. And I fell
asleep being held.
I woke up shivering. My teeth were chattering. I found that
I was drenched with sweat and the window was open. I was naked and being
held by my boyfriend. `Now if only it were warm.' Through
chattering teeth I smiled. I detangled myself and frantically searched
the pile of clothes for a timepiece. `3:00'
I crawled back to Aaron. "Get up babes," I whispered
"Hmm, I don't want to."
"Yes, because it would be a good idea being found up here naked,
in a mess, and sweaty by housecleaning."
"I see your point." Reluctantly he got up. "Holy
Shit, its cold."
"Reason number two."
"Damn right, lets get the hell down there." We made short
work of our little camp and dragged everything to our room. Then taking
a lazy shower we collapsed into bed.
"Goodnight, Love you."
"Good morning. This is the Gresham Hotel wake up call service.
The time is 6:00 Am. Thank you."
In the most basic sence, I tossed the receiver across the room. `Tonight,
he is sleeping on this side of the bed.' I literally rolled
off the bed with a thud.
"Yea, I up," he responded.
"Then yes, I'm ok, come on, lets get going. We are going
to Northern Ireland today." Aaron got up and helped off the
"No time for fun this morning, they gave us little time to get ready.
The bus leaves in a half an hour."
"So, does that disqualify my morning kiss."
"Of course not." I gave him a full tongue kiss on the
lips with a little force behind it. "Now, lets go."
"K. Hey Sean, Last night was really special."
"Oh, I know, it was…wonderful."
Breakfast was short and sweet. We all piled into the bus for a full
day of Northern exposure. The clouds rolled in last night and it began
to mist. Not rain, mist. Throughout the trip I could not help
but smile. No matter how much I tried to suppress it, I just smiled.
"What you smiling about?"
"hmm." I looked behind me. "Oh, Tim, nothing."
I said as my face grew red. I could feel the blood rush.
"Hmmm, I see," he said.
"Yes, Tim we did what you are thinking, and it was the greatest that
I have had, EVER." Aaron took me completely by surprise.
And I felt a new vigor of blood rush to my head once again.
"Oh," was all Tim could say.
"Gee, a little brave there Aaron," I said.
"Well, No more beatin' round the bush."
"Cool." We talked like we always did, about everything
and anything. Nothing really important. Both staring off into
space. "You remember Lac Gur?"
"How could I forget."
"You have no idea, how scared I was."
"You, I was shacking."
"And now look where we are."
"Yea, and I wouldn't change a thing." The trip
was spent in silence, until we pulled into a small depot thing.
"Alright, Welcome to Arma," Mr. O'Mally said. We
piled from one bus into another as we drove a little ways to an ancient
burial mound. We split into two groups and made our way into the little
"Every five years, the sun is positioned just right that it shone
through that out cropping and into the recesses of the cavern we are standing
in right now. The waiting list to be in here for that event is meters
long, so don't expect to be here for it. Instead we will simulate
it with a powerful halogen light." The tour guide flipped a
switch on a remote control and light poured in. All the way to the
back of the cavern. It shone onto a little pictograph of a spiral
with a scratched off person in the middle. How ancient people could
think of all this and build it just right is beyond me.
We once again got into our tour bus and drove off toward Arma, the city.
We arrived at a octagonal tower. "Here, we are to meet a Irish
theater group and basically we are going to play games with each other.
Yea, my favorite. Impromptu games are really simple. You do
what they tell you and you do it on the fly. Sounds easy do it?
NOT. You have to invent an answer in no time flat that won't make
you look stupid. Being a techie, I failed miserably, and the group had
quite a laugh at many of my answers. Oh, well, at least I am good for
The day passed by rather quickly but not without writing our own little
skit. The entire groups split into two and were required to perform
the exact same epilogue about some Irish legend. Aaron and I were separated
and forced to work on opposite teams.
We made our skit rather simple, I was a tree. I earned that position
and am proud of it. As I stood there with my arms outstretched I saw
this red haired guy walk across the complex. My eyes followed him.
I couldn't tear my eyes away. He was hot. How else could
I say it. `No, wrong. I am taken. But, NO…NO.'
I came to a realization just then. `I was in love with my Aaron.
I can look, but I must always look back. And with Aaron, it is so
easy to look back.'
"And the wind grew violent as Kith galloped to the gates…And
the wind grew violent," The narrator said.
"Sean, the wind grew violent!!" Mr. Shofield yelled.
I snapped back to attention and started to wave in the wind. I gave
a sheepish grin to everyone.
In the most basic sense of the word, our play sucked. It really did.
Group two took their places and they started to sing. They turned
theirs into a fucking musical. Boy, did we feel dumb. Well,
I can't speak for the rest of us, but I felt dumb. This activity
took up most of the afternoon. We played a few more games and we did
the story telling part. I told everyone on the behalf of Emily and
Nicole who were to afraid to stand up that teching was much harder than
"I won't go into specifics but there are just a few things
that I have to worry about. Let's see, watts, washes, colors,
spots, ample coverage, locations, types of lights to use, and like in Lac
Gur, how to solve a problem in 10 seconds flat. Emily has to learn
a new system everywhere we go, as does Nicole. So yea, there is more
than meets the eye."
A few people nodded in agreement, I could tell that these were the techies.
If I remember correctly, they gave the same laughable answers to the impromptu
games I did. I sat down, now rather proud of myself. A smile
crossed my lips. I am doing that quite often now and it feels good.
I looked over at Aaron, who was staring right at me. He gave a little
thumbs up. `What was the big deal. I just told them what
We left Arma late and I watched the sun set as the bus drove us back to
Dublin. I fell into a lapse of conversation and contented myself with
staring out into the bleakness of the night. I found sort of a peace
in that darkness. If comforted me that I was here. I had this
feeling of…contentment. I was truthfully happy that I was here.
Not just with Aaron but with everyone, with my friends. Sounds silly
I know, but it is how I felt. All too soon Dublin came into view.
Soon after we pulled up to our hotel. I could tell that everyone was
I trudged up the stairs and collapsed on my bed. Aaron came in and
collapsed next to me. "Fun day?"
"Yea, it was," he responded.
"If was fun. I feel like talking about it more tomorrow, I
"Yea." There was a knock at the door.
"Guys, the chaperones want is downstairs," I heard Tim's
voice through the door.
"What now?" I groaned. Reluctantly I peeled myself from
my rather comfortable position and opened the door. "Coming?"
"No." He got up as he said this. I waited and we
walked to the lobby together.
"What do you suppose this is about?" I asked.
"hmm." We were led to a lounge where we filled out the
"I bet we all had fun today," Mr. O'Mally said a little
too enthusiastically. "But there have been some concerns about
our behavior. I was informed on some complaints that were passed down
from other residents."
"Does anyone have anything they would like to say," Mr. Shofield
stepped in. This of course was a fruitless effort. There was
no way that anyone was going to admit to anything. "Fine then."
From there he gave us the `We Are Guests' speech and so forth
we were dismissed.
I was feeling a bit parched so I told Aaron I was going to have a drink
down here while they were still open. I saw Mr. O'Mally and Mr.
Shofield along with a few others having one so I figured `why the hell
"Alright, I'll see you up there, you got the key, right?"
"Yep." With that Aaron scrambled off. I sat and
ran over the day as I drank my Sprite, which was finished in no time.
I had that feeling of contentment wash over me again. Nothing could
bring me down. I was looking forward to another night curled with Aaron
in my arms. That was the best part of this relationship. Not the
sex, yea it is good, but no, I like just cuddling with him. That is
what brings that feeling of contentment.
I swiped the card with a smile on my lips. Nothing could have prepared
me for what I saw. Aaron was sitting on the bed with Emily pressed
firmly upon his lips. There was no look of shock or anything.
My mind went a million miles per hour. `Things were so perfect,
too perfect.' I raced out of the room. I don't know
if they saw me, I didn't care. Life just sucked right now.
I ran down the hall, up the stairs, left, right, fuck it, I can't remember
how I got there but I ended up at the huge dark ballroom. It was freaky
the first time I saw it, but now it was welcoming, inviting. I slipped
inside and fell into one of the corners. Tears, which were held back,
came forth. My emotions exploded. `Why? How?
(From Aaron's Perspective)
"What the fuck!" I yelled, as I pushed Emily off of me.
"Why'd you do that. What if somebody…"
"Nobody saw, except Sean. He…"
"You don't get it!!! God, get out. NOW."
She quickly obliged seeing the anger in my voice. I ran out of the
room and began a frantic search. `How the hell could I get in
such a predicament? She told me she wanted to talk.'
"Aaron, I have a small problem," She said to me.
"Well, I don't know how to word this right. Ummm…umm…Aww,
shit." She attacked me, she kissed me, I was in shock, and my
eyes shot open. I didn't know what to do. I heard the
door, and then I pushed her off. That's it. But he saw,
he saw, he saw, he saw. How the hell do I tell him, where do I start,
God, I just love him. I couldn't hurt him. Why does this
have to happen? IT'S NOT MY FAULT.'
I searched around corners around bends, climbed stairs. I checked
the `L' room. There is only one other place. I ran
back and approached the ballroom. I was panting. I walked in the
room bathed with light for a spilt second until the door closed.
"Sean? Are you in here?" No response. `Shit'
(From Sean's Perspective)
"Sean? Are you in here?" I heard Aaron say.
`I didn't want to talk to him. He cheated. Not even
on another man, it was a woman. A girl, a bitch.'
"Sean, I know you're in here, please talk to me." There
was a pause. "Sean, please. If you won't talk, just
listen." In truth I was listening, but I didn't want to
hear it. "Sean, nothing happened." I could hear
his voice move as he spoke. "She attacked me, she started to
kiss me. I didn't…"
`He stopped, why did he stop?'
"That's not true. She did kiss me, and it caught me by
surprise." I could hear him start to cry. There was a sniffle
here and there. "I told you a while ago, that all this was new,
that I wasn't sure. But, I guess with the way we act, and the
things we do, that I seem pretty sure now. It's just…"
He was really crying now. "It's just…"
I could hear him slump down to the floor. "I don't even
know if you're in here. I don't know where you are.
I know now. I know for damn sure, that…that…"
I got up and waited.
"I love you, and you alone," he said in a horse whisper.
With that he cried. "I can't loose you, I don't
know what I would do. I need you. You have become a part of
me. Oh, God, what have I done."
I waited no longer. I made my way to him and in the darkness knelt
at his side. I stoked his back. "Shhh, its ok, now."
"Yea." He threw himself into my chest.
"God, I am so so so sorry. I never meant…I…
I started to cry with him. "It's ok Aaron, I heard every
I woke up in the middle of the night. Aaron was clutching onto me
for dear life. I smiled at his unnecessary attempt at keeping me in
his life. I shifted to get more comfortable hoping that it wouldn't
wake him. "hmm…don't go…hmm." He hummed
in his sleep.
"Shh, baby, I'm not going anywhere.
(From Tim's Perspective)
"Are you sure of this?"
"No." John came toward me and rested his hand on my shoulder.
"For the sake of experimentation," he said.
"For the sake of experimentation." With that, he kissed
me. `I am being kissed by another male.' Apparently
thinking along the same lines he broke off. But we swore that we would
try this. I stood there, stark naked with John pressed firmly against
me. Our rapidly hardening cocks dripping with pre-cum. `Am
I enjoying this?' He wasted no time and slipped down my body.
Before I knew it he had my cock in his mouth, only to have it spit out again.
He gagged on my six and a half inch meat. I snickered.
"What? Your trying it next." He went back down,
this time slowly, and eventually got the whole thing down. It felt awesome.
`Yea, I had a blowjob before, but this was more. Intense.'
He made short work of his chore and I soon felt myself approaching orgasm.
He must have sensed it too and pulled off. "Remember what we
promised. Nothing in the mouth."
"I know, I know, come on, finish what you started." He did
so and continued to bob on my dick. "Ohh, God, I'm going
to cum." I pushed his head off and with one jerk with my hand
sprayed cum allover my chest, stomach, face, and hair. I think there
is some on the bed too. "John, that was the best blowjob…"
"Save it. Your turn." He flopped himself down on
the bed next to me. I rolled onto him and kissed him hard on the mouth.
Then, I too, slid down his body, but not without kissing and bathing his
nipples in saliva. His approving moans pushed me forward and I slid
down farther, to the most intimate place.
I licked his shaft to wet it down a little. He nearly cried with
anticipation. Finally, I took his head in and slowly pushed his cock
deeper into my mouth. I could feel it hit the back of my throat, but
there was still and inch or two left. As I came back up for air I
thought, `how do those sluts do that on porn films.' I
went back down and then remembered something Sean told me. "It
is the most amazing feeling when your dick goes down somebody's throat.
With this thrust, I pushed harder and I could feel the strangest reflex.
His dick must have popped through the opening, because my nose was neatly
nusled in his pubic hair. I swallowed. I could hear him moan
and thrash as I did so. `Found his weak spot.' I
continued with this pattern and soon felt his dick expand, without warning
he spilled his cum filling my mouth, I swallowed in fear of suffocation.
It really didn't taste that bad, but I was angry. I got up
and flung myself at his lips, forcing them open with a kiss, I spit his
juices back into him. "Warn me next time." I yelled
"We'll do that next time, I think we had enough for tonight.
By the way, I'm sorry, I should have warned you."
"Damn right." With that I wiped myself off and got into
my own bed. I couldn't fall asleep. I lay awake for what
seemed like a long time.
"Tim? Are you awake?" I heard John say.
"I don't want to seem gay or anything, but can I sleep with
At the very least I was taken aback, but I obliged and moved back and opened
the comforter. "Sure." He climbed in.
"Tim, You're a good friend."
(From Sean's Perspective)
"SEAN, AARON GET UP!!!!"
Tim's voice brought me back to the land of the living. "WHAT!!"
"Let me in."
"Fine," I said reluctantly. "Aaron, come on get
dressed." I went up and opened the door.
"What'd you wake us up this early for." His face
changed to one of concern.
"They're sayin' stuff."
"Justin, Jeff, Jenny, all of them. There sayin' stuff
about you two. I think Doug busted you guys out. Want me to pound
him?" He sounded almost anxious with that last remark.
"Maybe. Aaron, think very hard about what I am about to ask
Groggily he responded. "Sure."
"One simple choice. Confirm or deny." He looked
puzzled, but came to the realization of what I was asking. I tossed
himself back onto the bed.
"Sean…I…" His worried expression turned
to one of almost peace. "Confirm."
"Are you s…"
"Yes!! One hundred percent. I ain't playin'
that pussy shit."
I smiled at his analogy, "Good. Come on, we are going to Gledelouge
today to visit some old abbey. Should be very interesting."
"That won't be the only thing that will make the day interesting."
I could feel the stares, I could feel them, like knives. It was just
a rumor, un confirmed. John and Tim came to join Aaron and I to breakfast
but I could still feel the stares.
"Meeting!!" Mrs. Kensington called. "After Breakfast."
And so it was. Once breakfast was over, we all gathered in the lounge.
The doors were closed behind us.
"There is a rumor going around about two people in our close knit
group. And I am going to tell you that as high school students you should
be above rumors and such. So we don't want you to spread things
that aren't true." MR. Shofield started his speech.
I made eye contact with Aaron and mouthed, `Are you sure?'
He told me he was. "Mr. Shofield. I would like to make
"Yes Sean. If you wish."
My knees were shaking. My palms were sweating. But one look
at Aaron gave all the courage that I needed. I took a deep breath.
"Those rumors that somebody in our group…" At once
almost every one coughed and said, `Doug' under their breath.
It was rather amusing. "Yes, well. They are true."
I motioned for Aaron to come meet me. He did without question.
"Aaron and I are gay, and yes, Aaron and I are going out. I
seriously hope that all of you are mature enough to accept this type of
"Wow," Mr. Shofield said, "congratulations."
"Queers!!" I heard Doug yell.
"Shut up," about fourteen people said to him. I smiled
to myself. This might be easier than I thought.
I grabbed Aaron's hand and brought him in for a short kiss, but it
meant a lot. That short kiss turned into a longer passionate one.
I could hear hoots and hollers from the `audience.' I
broke and took a bow. "Thank you very much, there will be another
show after the performance tonight. Private viewing only."
There were a few laughs to that. Aaron tuned a bright color red.
"Sorry, Mrs. Kensington."
The day was really cool. WE visited an Ancient Abbey from like the
fourteenth century. There were grave markers there from then.
The walls of the abbey were carved, aww, man it was just indescribable.
We walked the path that the monks took from the living quarters to the church
itself over four hundred years ago. I don't know, it like meant
something. Really weird.
From the abbey we were driven to a tourist site. We were led into
a theater sort of thing and they played a movie on the cultural history of
Ireland. We heard names like the Tain, which we recognized but also,
heard names like crunniuc and macha. One was a dog; the other was
a great warrior. I specifically can't remember which is which.
The move was really cool. My favorite part was the soundtrack, sold
separately. Of course I picked it up. `CD's are
expensive here. £11.98.'
When we got out of the movie it was raining out, a light drizzle.
It added to the character of the place. The trees were lush and the
leaves dropped with each drop. It looked really cool. I sat by
the full plate window and just stared outside.
"What'cha looking at?"
"Hmmm?" I responded.
"What are you looking at," John said.
"Then, what'cha thinking about."
I breathed a small laugh. "Why does it matter to you?"
Taken aback he said, "I was just asking." He suddenly
turned really serious. "Sean, there is one thing that I want to
I looked into his worried expression trying to tell what it could be that
is bothering him so much. "What is it?"
"Umm…I…don't know…. how to word this…
And you can't tell a single soul about this. And don't
take this the wrong way or anything. And…"
"Whoa!! You don't need a disclaimer, what is it. You
have my word."
"Ummm…Last night, Tim and I did stuff."
I knew exactly what he was talking about, but I gave him this blank stare.
"Come on," he pleaded. I continued to wait for his answer.
"We…" He got real close to me. "We sucked
each other off. There I said it."
"What do you mean, so, that's what gays do, not straights."
"So why did you do it?"
"I don't know, it was like an unspoken bond between us. Like
experimentation or something like that."
"Well there you go. You just gave your self a reason."
"But, I got excited. Is that like right??"
"To tell the truth, I don't know. But I could guess.
John. You have so many hormones floating in your system as a teenager
that, you could probably get off by watching a cow and a dog. So just
relax. And if you liked it so what, you know that your true affections
are for females so there is nothing to worry about."
He sat and thought about that for a while. "Your right!"
"So what did Tim have to say?"
"Would that be before or after I came in his mouth."
"It was an accident."
"Damn right it was an accident, but I got you back," Tim butted
"How?" I asked.
"He kissed me, with the tongue, I was enjoying it until he spit my
cum into my mouth."
I laughed. "So, how did it taste, not to bad huh?"
"Shut up!" He looked sheepishly around. "Not that
"What's going on?" Aaron came and asked.
I gave a blank stare to John and Tim. I took that as a yes.
"John and Tim had sex."
"Are you serious?" He sounded surprised.
"Cool, maybe we could join you sometime." I looked at
him with my mouth agape. "Ummm…ore not."
"Or not is right. Well, maybe on a special occasion."
"Hold on guys. I'm not gay or anything," John shot
back. I just nodded my head in sarcastic approval.
"I ain't either, Bi at least," Tim said.
"Glad that you could admit that." I gave him a reassuring
"Great I'm going to be surrounded by cocksuckers," John
"Look at it this way John, free blowjobs." This perked
The day actually went rather quickly from there. We walked along
a wide path toward a lake of some sort. We saw some spray painted
sheep on the way. Which about five of the group went chasing.
We also passed by a small waterfall in which I took the best Ireland shot
of Aaron I have. Once at the lake we took a group shot and finally
boarded the bus for home.
Truthfully it has been a very interesting day. Interesting indeed.
Nobody really gives a shit if Aaron and I are going out. Nobody knows
about Tim and John's exploits. Ohh, how fun. In the evening
we were going to see Cinderella, but it was canceled. Most of our
group contented ourselves in enjoying time at a near by pizza joint.
We talked about almost everything. I knew that our relationship would
come up in conversation and I would answer every question truthfully.
And trust me, during the course of the evening, I was shot them all.
"When did you know?", "When did you get together?",
"What have you done?" In which I answered none of your
damn business, but the rest I answered truthfully.
Tomorrow would be the last full day that we would have in Ireland.
The chaperones gave it to us as a free day. We could sleep late eat
when we wanted and walk around to where ever we wanted. I actually
had a jolly good Idea. If it went through, I could not only say that
I went to Ireland but to Whales as well.
I did sleep late. There was no wake up call. It felt great.
When I rolled over in bed it was like 10:00. I rolled onto my back
and thought of home. My friends at school would be learning right now.
Poor them. I laughed to myself.
"What's so funny?" I heard Aaron say groggily.
"Just thinking about all of our friends back home. Mine would
be in Spanish right now. Poor them!"
"We better get up if we are going to catch the ferry."
"Your right." We both got up and started to get ready.
"Aaron, you ever think about what we are going to do when we get home?"
"Doug, is obviously going to give us a hard time, spreading rumors
and shit. But I think that we have the support of all the thespians
here. Doug will be branded a liar and a idiot. You know, come
to think of it. This group of people, they are…we are so close.
Like a club."
"I know. And they have our backs. I don't think
we have much to worry about if we are careful. We don't have to
tell the entire world until we think that we are ready. And for me,
that will be a while."
We met John, Megan, Nicole, and Tim at the lobby and started for the depot.
"So, how was your private show, Sean."
"Standing ovation. Disserved many encores. And got every
single one." I gave a sly smile.
"You are a sick person," Megan said.
"Yep, and I know you like it."
"So, that wasn't the point. Just wish I could make sick
"Nicole is right there Megan."
"TIM!!!" Nicole yelled. "I am not into that."
"What are you sayin'. I'm not beautiful?"
Megan asked Nicole.
"Foot in mouth, foot in mouth," John yelled.
"Fuck you asshole."
"Yep, and you love me."
The banter passed back and forth, I was with friends. I was
comfortable. We made it to the depot and bought round trip tickets.
According to the timetable, we could spend an hour and a half in Wales so
we could catch the last ferry back.
I smiled in defiance as I saw old lady Ireland sail away over the horizon.
"So babes, how about a kiss." He looked worried.
"Yep, who cares, were never going to see these people again."
"I admire your courage, but I don't have that much yet."
"Just give it time. Here is what I think. Our love is
much more powerful than their hate. Eventually that power will compel
us to show how we feel for each other publicly. But yes, your right,
it takes time. And we have it, hell, we're still in High school."
"You see us together in ten years?"
"Yes." I answered right away.
"If I live that long."
"I love you so much."
"I love you too."
Well it turns out that we had little to do over in Whales. They don't
take Irish money. I mean what self-respecting English establishment
in England Isle wouldn't take Irish money. The only thing we
had to eat was snack food on the ferry back home. By the time we did
get back to the hotel the day seemed to have flown by. Tired from the
walk and the long ferry rides we went to an early bed.
I however didn't fall asleep. I got up and grabbed the comforter
off the other bed leaving Aaron cuddled in his. I walked out of the
room and climbed the stairs to the "L" room as it has unofficially
been called. The moon shone brightly on the last night in Ireland.
I curled up in the comforter and stared out the window at the moon.
The memories of this trip flooded back to me.
It was only two weeks ago, but I remember Lac Gur. The place was
beautiful. The first Irish land marks. The first taste of its
culture. It was also the place where I found myself and Aaron.
Things just went up hill from there. New Years. How I will always
remember that night. Both the night he gave himself to me and the
night we were discovered. Emotions spilled that following day.
I giggled to myself remembering how stupid I was. Galway, where I
gave myself to Aaron. Where I warmed him in that old theater.
Ha, five lights. Where at home I lit the stage with fifty. There's
an improvisation. Then Dublin. That fateful night when the teachers
found out. Where we received the sympathy of the group. Where
I cared for my Aaron, where he…I'm glad that he is ok.
The days and nights here were unforgettable. And will always be.
"Sean, where'd you go?" I turned to see Aaron standing
in the doorway with his comforter wrapped around him.
"Just remembering." He came and sat down in my lap.
Wrapped in mounds of blankets it felt good to have him there. I related
all the memories to him, separated by a kiss here and there. It was
pleasant. A great way to spend the last night. Sitting at the
window looking at the Irish moon, remembering what we did, and how we felt
on this trip of ours. After we ran out of things to remember, we just
sat in each others arms. I didn't talk and neither did he.
Yet the way he looked at me ever once and a while spoke volumes of what
(From Sean's Perspective)
"Good morning. This is the Gresham Hotel wake up call service.
The time is 7:00 Am. Thank you."
You know, they have to pull one of those deals on the last day here.
A wave of depression hit me. It is the last day here. I sat
up in bed, how I got into the bed is a mystery to me. "Aaron,
get up, man, we have to pack."
"Hmm, I don't want to."
"Neither do I, but, man, I don't want to go either, but we
"Exactly." I got up and started to change. I pulled
out my suitcase and tossed what little was out into it. Reluctantly
Aaron did the same. He pulled on a jacket vest. He looked really
hot in that thing. It supprised me how long it has been since I thought
that. I guess things change once courting is over. "Hey,
"You look really hot in that vest."
"Yea, you think so."
"Ohh, yea, I just want to…"
"Don't get me riled up."
I gave him a smile. "Fine, when we get home, your spending
the day with your family then your going to spend as many nights over at
my place and me over at yours as possible."
"You still look really hot."
"Told you to stop."
"Can't help it." I walked up to him and hooked my hands
in the armholes of the vest and pulled him into a kiss. "You
just too much to pass up." I could visibly see him blush.
We kissed even harder.
"Sean, Aaron, come on, clean up your room and bring your bags downstairs."
I heard along with a knock. We instantly broke apart. With a
smirk on my face that only said `later' we followed commands.
When I got down to the lobby, I could see that we were late. Everyone
else was ready. Bags lay strewn through the lobby just waiting to
be put onto the bus.
"What took you guys so long?" Emily asked.
"The usual. Packing this, packing that." A few
people gave a smirk under their breath. This whole gay thing is becoming
easier and easier to downplay. In fact, it is becoming downright fun.
"OK, all my Students. Lets put our bags onto the bus and then
climb aboard. We have to catch the plane." Numerous groans
were heard through the lobby.
To tell you the truth, the ride to the airport was very quite, I think
that everyone was doing what Aaron and I were last night. Remembering
the memories. We soundlessly put our bags onto the conveyor belt and
had our tickets stamped. We soundlessly sat and waited for our flight.
"Airligus flight 103 Chicago United States now boarding at gate 23.
Airligus flight 103 Chicago United States now boarding at gate 23."
"I love you," I whispered to Aaron and quickly grabbed his
had and gave it a squeeze, letting go, just as quickly.
He turned back and said, "I love you too."
I sat in the window seat and looked out over the wing. Aaron sat
down next to me and grabbed hold of my hand. "You
"Yea, I just don't want to go back."
"I know the feeling."
"We had such a good time."
"Better than good, it was awesome. Hey, when we get older,
how about we come back, just you and me."
I smiled at his wonderful idea. "I would love that."
With that we sat back and enjoyed the feeling as the plane jolted into motion
and took off.
We spent a good five minutes in the air when, without looking at me, Aaron
said, "So, ever had sex on a plane." I just busted up
laughing. I couldn't hold it. He joined me. For
some strange reason, what he said just seemed so hysterically funny.
Everyone one the plane was looking at us. But I didn't care.
As the laughter died down my eyes drifted shut. Planes do that to
me. I fell asleep with a smile on my face and a smile in my heart.
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