This is a story of friendship, commitment, love and trust. It is not a sex story. However, this story deals with love between two male teenagers. If you are offended by stories involving love between two teenage boys, please do not read this story. There may be some sex scenes in this story; however, sex is not the main theme. If you are under age 18 or 21 or it is illegal to read this story where you live, don't read it. Reproducing this story for distribution without the owner's permission is a violation of that copyright.
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"Charlie, do you know what getting blown means?" Paul asked.
"Sure! Of course! I was blown last night! Oh, God! It felt so good! My whole body just quivered. But I discovered something really great and man, I didn't want to miss a beat. It's like totally awesome! Follow me!" I said enthusiastically. I liked Paul but he was a little strange.
I led him out of the shower over to a door, which I opened. "Here you are; there's a selector panel on the wall; select the force," I showed him. "Now, this one here. The best button is this one here it ties in with my stereo system!"
Warm air started blowing on our bodies from all directions gently at first then it got stronger and stronger. Then the music started 'Barcelona Friends Until the End' and I started jumping around in time to the music.
Paul just stood there looking at me.
I smiled. I was so happy. I had a friend! "Come on, dance!" I yelled, as I started lip-syncing to the music. I guess he was a little embarrassed, but he finally started jumping and we both lip-synced to the music. All too quick the music and the wind came to an end and we were all laughs and giggles!
"So how did you like it?" I asked as I started getting him some clothes to wear.
"Incredible. I've never experienced being blow-dried before. It reminded me of those little hand dryers in restrooms."
"That's exactly where it came from. I hope those clothes fit. They are just a tad bit too big for me."
"That's where it came from?"
"Yeah, I have the greatest mom! The first day after we left the 'ex', I went into this restroom to pee and then I washed my hands because there's a sign in there that said you had to wash your hands. Well, anyway, I came to dry my hands and there were no towels and this guy showed me this blower thing. I thought it was so cool! I washed my hands three times just to dry them. I told mom about it and said I thought it would be neat to have a giant blower so you could dry your whole body. Voila! The blower room!"
"Your mom must really love you!" he exclaimed.
I wished I knew Paul better to tell him the truth about my past life before. Yeah, my mom loves me, and all this was just an attempt to make up for fifteen years of pure misery, years of emptiness, years I didn't want to ever think about. It was the past. It was bad. But like some people say, the past is better forgotten and that's what Mom and I were trying to do. I guess I sort of phased out for a bit, thinking about all this. I didn't say anything, I just got him some clothes.
After we got dressed I looked at him and said, "You are a babe! At least I think that's the right term Julia used. Anyway, do you think I'm a babe?"
"Well, I'm sure girls will think you are."
"You don't think I'm a babe?"
"I'm not that way."
"Oh what way?"
"I'm not, uh, gay."
"Oh well, I'm sorry. I sort of got the idea you were gay."
"Well, I'm not!"
I felt a little sad that he wasn't happy and seemed a bit peeved with me thinking he was happy. I wondered what was making him unhappy. What if it's me? What if I did something wrong?
"Paul, did I do something to upset you? I'm really sorry if I did, it's just that well uh you're my only friend and I I don't want to do anything ever that would make you sad with me or, or whatever."
He shook his head, "Don't worry about it, I'm sorry I was a little snappy, but I'm glad you're my friend and that's what really matters. Let's go get that bike!"
We were driving to the bike shop. He had a quiet sort of sadness about him. I wished I hadn't been so snappy with him when he accused me of being gay, but it shocked me that he would think I was gay. I am not gay. I like girls. I've never slept with one, but so that doesn't mean I'm gay. I know I'm shy around girls, but so are a lot of other guys. I looked over at Charlie. He was looking out the side window. He is a babe. If I was half as good looking as him I'd be happy. I wonder if he's gay? What if he is? Oh, shit! I just thought he was a babe! Okay, calm down, Paul just because you think Charlie is a babe doesn't mean you're gay We took a silly shower together and I didn't get a woody. Yeah, but I almost got one when we were being blow-dried. I couldn't help but smile, thinking about him calling it getting blown. We're about the same size dick-wise. It's hard to say because he's not circumcised like me
"STOP!" yelled Charlie.
I snapped back to reality, the light was red! I slammed on the brakes! We stopped about two feet over the white line.
He looked at me, then looked out the side window again and said, "Sorry I yelled I-I thought you weren't going to stop."
"No, I'm glad you did I don't know, I wasn't paying attention. I'm sorry."
"No problem," he smiled, "So, you do that too."
"Sort of phase out. You know you sort of get all tied up in your thoughts and not pay attention to what's going on around you. That's what happened to me last night when that guy ran into me."
"Yeah. I guess I do."
"So, what were you thinking about?" he asked.
I must have blushed. I sure couldn't think for a second "I uh, I, mmm, uh, don't know."
He laughed and said, "Yeah. Right! You know what I was thinking about last night? I was thinking about what it would be like to have a BEST friend. To me a best friend is someone you can share your life with and who shares their life with you. You know, I'm really scared of going to school on Tuesday. Probably sounds stupid to you, but I think about more and more each day and the closer we get to Tuesday, the more nervous I get."
The light changed and I drove on.
"You are scared of going to school. Why?" I asked.
"I'm afraid that people won't like me, that I won't have any friends, that people will hate me because I'm sort of well, you know, queer. I "
"You're QUEER! Okay, that's it! Get the fuck out of my car!" I said as I pulled over to the side of the road, "Get the fuck out of my car!"
"I don't un-understand!" he started crying, "What did I do wrong? P-Please, I want to be f-f-friends!"
"I should have guessed it when you accused me of being gay! You're the queer one! I don't want to be your friend, EVER! NOW GET OUT OF MY CAR!"
He got out and I sped off.
"Harrington-Ford residence. May I ask who is calling?"
"J-John?" he asked. It was Charlie and he was crying.
"Charles, what's wrong? Where are you?"
"I-I need you to pick me up, p-please. I-I-I'm at Park View and Lincoln Blvd."
I informed Mrs. Harrington-Ford of the call and left to fetch Charlie. When I arrived he was just sitting, staring ahead. He saw me and got into the car.
"You want to talk about it?" I asked.
"Okay. Well, Charlie, I'm here for you if you need someone."
"I don't need anyone! No one! I got along just fine on my own so I don't need you! I don't need anyone!"
To be continued.
Well, dude's that's it for this chapter. Yeah I know it's a little short, but I wanted it to be a bit of a cliff hanger. Thanks to those whose emailed me - I love getting emails. I am really enjoying writing this story. So what's going to happen - is Paul going to have it in for Charlie or what?!!!! Stay tuned chapter three is in the pipeline!