That damn Megan was a tease, but the friend in my pants and I had a date with her next Saturday. I figured it was a wait and see opportunity. Should I or shouldn't I try to have sex was the question I kept asking myself. She seemed willing and didn't seem willing at the same time. This was going to be like losing my virginity all over again, and as stupid as it sounded, I kept wondering if Megan was the right one.
My problem has always been that I just think too much. Part of it was that I finally began to realize that actions have consequences, and I was going to have to start thinking about the consequences before I acted. I wasn't worried about getting her pregnant. Condoms were a must, so that was off the table, but she acted so coy, it was hard to tell if she wanted to have sex or not. At least with Andy, I knew. There was never any doubt, and if we were boyfriends, we'd be exclusive, and we could do it anytime we wanted. That sure would have been the simplest solution. After all, we were together most of the time anyway, but I wanted to find myself, as if I was somewhere to be found.
I saw a quote the other day from George Bernard Shaw. It said: ´Life isn't about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself.
Andy came over Sunday after my date. "Did you fuck her?"
"Is that all you ever think about? No, I didn't have sex. Didn't even try."
"Coward. Of course, I knew you wouldn't, and talking to you about your date would be a bore. I'd be happy to tell you about our threesome."
"I don't want to hear it. But I do have some other news."
He smiled. "What? You're gay?"
"Colt walked into Sam's Pizza with Zoe. They sat with us, and he kept giving me the eye the whole time we were there. I think he wants me."
Andy grabbed my hand. "So do I."
I pulled away. "Tough. Neither of you are going to get me. For now, I'm sticking with Megan. We had a lot of fun. She's kind of a prick teaser, but I liked the banter that went on between us." He let out a low laugh. "You mean like we're doing now?"
"Well, I guess, kinda. She felt small in my arms and her lips were soft and she smelled..."
"I know. Just like a girl."
"She was fun and kind of a challenge."
"You mean like me?"
"Yeah, Andy. If you must know, yes, you are just like a girl except for the soft lips and breasts."
"Did you touch those babies?"
"No. We only kissed."
"Does she kiss as well as me?"
I laughed. "You'll be happy to hear she wanted to know if she kissed better than you and Thomas."
"What did you say?"
"I said a lot better."
Zoe called Megan that same night. "How was your date with Matt?"
"Wonderful. He's so sweet. How `bout Colt?"
"Him too. We had a great time, and he's an awesome kisser."
"Is that all you did?"
"None of your business."
"Maybe not, but did you see the way Colt was looking at Matt when we were at Sam's?"
"It's just your imagination. I think you're a little jealous because I got an actual date with Colt. I believe I won the bet."
"I'll give you that, but Matt's older and wiser, more mature, and a great kisser too. Plus he's probably going to be the starting quarterback this year."
"That might be, Megan, but Colt will have his day. Trust me."
"His day with you?"
"No, in football."
"He doesn't play football."
"I know, but after doing so well in basketball, he's thinking about playing football."
"Good for him." Megan paused. "Did Colt put any moves on you?"
"Yeah, like touch you."
"He tried. I pushed his hand away. How about Matt?"
"No, he was the perfect gentleman."
Zoe cleared her throat. "How far do you think we should let them go?"
"Why are you asking me? It's up to you."
"I know, but I'm not sure. He's so hot I could eat him."
"Maybe that's the answer to your question."
"The first time should be special, and I'm not quite sure he's the one," Zoe replied. "How `bout you and Matt?"
"Same here. You're never going to believe it, but I asked him if I kissed as well as Andy and Thomas."
"What did he say?"
"He got upset. It was cute. I think I embarrassed him."
"But, what did he say?"
"He avoided the question, but we started kissing again, and he put his tongue in my mouth. I think it made him hard."
"I don't know. It just seemed like he was full of passion. Did Colt get hard?"
"I don't know. He seemed excited enough, but he's been having sex with Thomas all this time, so I'm wondering if he can even get excited with a girl."
"There's one way to find out. Put your hand on his you-know-what."
"I'm not going to do that," Zoe protested.
"Just tell him you wanted to see if you turned him on."
"What if he's soft? Does that mean I don't turn him on?"
"You're asking me? I suppose there's no way of telling. Everyone's different, even straight guys. Some guys I've kissed did nothing for me and others, like Matt, really turned me on. I think it depends on the guy. Did Colt turn your knobs?
"Yeah, you know, like turning on the stove. Did he light your fire?"
"Yeah. I got all hot and tingly."
"Maybe he's the one," Megan said.
"Maybe, but I think we should take it slow. I'll follow his lead."
"Good idea, but sometimes guys need a little encouragement, so don't leave it all up to him."
"When did you get to know so much about guys? Have you had more experience than you've told me about?"
"No, just heard other girls talk. I think they're right."
"You may be right, Megan. I think Colt probably needs a little shove."
"Matt does too."
My world was a mess because there were temptations all around me. Colt was free, Thomas was free, Ashton and Scott were free. Just thinking of the possibilities was driving me crazy. From what Matt said, Colt might be on the prowl, and I was thinking we could ask him to join Ashton, Scott, and me in a four-way. Thomas let me know he wasn't interested, and besides, Matt would shoot me if I tried to do anything with Thomas. I wasn't sure how he'd feel about me going after Colt. The way I saw it, Colt could be a starter on both teams. He could mess around with us, date Zoe, and mess around with her. He'd almost be as experienced as me, except for the whole prostitution thing. It really bothers me to say that here. But unfortunately, it's a fact.
My mom set up an appointment with Dr. Walker for Friday morning, and it seemed like it was never going to happen. Our eight days of August football pre-conditioning were a couple of weeks away, and my time to meet with Dr. Walker was going to be limited.
Matt went to Megan's a couple of times during the week to swim. Colt and Zoe joined them, so I was Matt-less most of the week. We did finally get together to throw the football around on Wednesday. He'd grown a couple of inches since last summer. He put on at least fifteen pounds, weighing about one seventy-five. Poor me, I grew maybe an inch, if I was lucky, and only gained ten pounds, so I was a huge 140 pounds. My confidence was low not only because of my size, but because I'd missed two football seasons and two basketball seasons. I'd have to fight younger guys to get a starting position. Thank God for Matt taking a little of his precious time to spend with his best friend to work on throwing the ball, taking on handoffs, and making fakes. Yes, I was upset with him. He should have been spending all of his time with me, but no, he was with Megan instead.
We jogged to the park. Life had sure changed. "Matt, I was just thinking how cool it was to ride in Dillon's BMW convertible. It made me feel confident, like the whole world belonged to me. Too bad it wasn't true." I expected him to say, I warned you, but you didn't listen. Instead, he joked.
"Which did you like more, riding in his car or riding his BMW? You know, BMW, Big Manly Weeny?"
"You're not funny, Matt."
"Hell, Andy, it's been awhile. You need to start laughing about it. Shit, after everything we've done, you need to quit taking life so seriously. Besides, you're always the one making jokes."
I sat on the grass under a tree, and Matt joined me. "You're right, Matt. But it still hurts. It's easy for you to laugh. It didn't happen to you."
"It did, Andy. It affected all of us. Think how different our lives would be if there had been no Dillon Burke?"
I pulled some grass and threw it at him. "Is that your way of saying, I told you so?"
"No. This is about Dillon's action, not yours. He is a predator. Yeah, you thought you wanted him and you did, but he came onto you, not the other way around."
"But I wanted it."
He grabbed some grass and threw it back. "Look. He was seventeen, our age now, and you were fourteen. Randy and Thomas were thirteen. Look how young the freshman and 8th graders look. We were just like that."
"Shit, I never thought about it that way," I said surprised. "Those kids seem like babies. I know some of them think they're cool and hot shit, but they're still just kids, and we're going to be adults in a few months."
"Right. I'm sure that if we wanted to, we could lure a few of them into the sack because they think we're cool and know we're gay. Well, at least you are." Matt laughed. "I've decided I'm bi. Is that okay?"
"No. I want you to be one hundred percent gay and with me, not Megan."
"I don't want to get into that. You get my point though, don't you?"
"So who knows how things would have turned out if Dillon never went after young boys."
"You're right. Things might have been a lot different. Actually, Matt, what you don't realize is that all this was a clever ploy to get you to have sex with me."
"Not funny, Andy."
"You just said we needed to laugh and not take life so seriously. That's what I'm doing."
"Okay, I'll give you that one." Matt stood and held out his hand. "Now it's time to get off your ass and prepare to be in the starting backfield with me." I grabbed his hand, and he pulled me up like I was a folding chair.
"I sure don't feel strong or ready."
"What ever happened to that guy who used to always brag about being Andy Gibson? It's time that guy came back. I'll be here for you, Andy. No matter what happens in our lives, you will always be my best friend. And don't forget, no matter how many knots we tie in our lives or how many mistakes we make, I will always love you unconditionally."
"Even if I go after Colt or Thomas?"
He kicked me in the ass. "Go out for a pass."
To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting. e. e. cummings
It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are. - e. e. cummings
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