Never Regret Yesterday
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 will be some sex scenes in this story; however, sex is not the main theme.
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Booya, Peeps! We really have enjoyed writing this series and most of all we have enjoyed the receiving some great responses to our sories. Best of all I think we've made some friends. So thanks to all of you who have emailed us.- Jordan
Hey Dudes! Well this concludes this era of our life and this series. We hope you like the stories. To those who were hoping to hear some sex stuff sorry maybe next time. To those who enjoyed the story and let us know thank you again. A special thanks to John - ol' jw, who really cares about people and I think us.
Now before the conclusion I wanted to say why we called this series 'Nerver Reget Yesterday'. A short time after the attack on Jordan we went fishing with Uncle Phil. I was sort of quite and pensive and Uncle Phil asked 'What's up?' I told him I was still feeling bad about what had happened like it was my fault for being so obvious about my love for Jordan. What he told me help me a lot. He said a wise man once told him never regret yesterday because while you are busy regretting and thinking about some mistake you made you're back there hung up in the past and the problem is that life is in you today. and if you are stuck back in the past you'll be missing whats going on now and you'll never have a future. Basically, I had to learn from my mistake and live in the present because there is so much to enjoy. He was right there is so much around us to enjoy and to love and I don't want to miss it! - LAF Sam.
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Sam and I followed Anna to an apartment and went in.
Phil greeted us at the door giving me a big hug "Are you okay?"
"Yes, thanks to Sam," I said quietly. He released his hold on me and looked at Sam. I could see a tear trickle down his cheek.
"Sam," he said taking Sam's hand and pulling him into a hug "Thank you from the bottom of my heart. Thank you."
"Why are we here Uncle Phil?" I asked.
"This is Brooker's apartment. I signed a search warrant for Detective Collins who's also a personal friend. He found out how Brooker knew; Anna never told Brooker about your conversation."
I said nothing but I reached over and took a hold of Sam's hand.
"He's been stalking you I guess since you began school here. We found photos he'd taken of you and tapes of you reading your class work and a tape of your conversation with Anna. He used a special directional microphone the type a bird enthusiast uses. The tapes and the photos have been removed for evidence in case they are needed in the future."
I looked at Sam and squeezed his hand gently.
"Jordan, I'm releasing him tomorrow be..." Uncle Phil started to say.
"NO!" exclaimed Sam, "You can't do that!"
"Calm down, Sam. Jordan is in no danger. If we prosecute it means publicity, it means newspaper stories. I can't do that to Jordan, I can't put you through it either. Do you think for one instance that the defense lawyer will just sit there and not try to shift the blame for this on to you two?"
"Let's just say that he will never come within five hundred miles of either of you. He will be arrested if he ever returns to this state. His teaching certificates for this state have been revoked and if he ever is caught doing what he did to you or ever caught stalking another person he will wish he didn't, because he will end up with cellmates who particularly hate child abusers. I doubt he would survive."
"I've talked with those who were around at the time all they know is that Brooker attacked you. The only people at school who know what really happened are Mr. Murphy, Coach Aldrich and Anna. Only Anna knows that you're gay."
I felt somewhat relieved, but I didn't say anything.
"Sam, your mom told us that you two have come out to each other, is this true?" asked Uncle Phil
"Yes sir, I'm gay and I love Jordan," replied Sam.
"I know how you feel," he said to me. "I think we all need to talk. Your parents, Anna and I have been talking about you two and we have some concerns, but this isn't the place to have this discussion. I think we can meet at the Lakes as Alice has some food ready for us older folks."
We all went to the Lakes. Sam rode with his parents. I rode with mine.
Mom got in the back with me, which was unusual.
"Jordan, you're not upset with me for not staying at home with you? It's just that I knew Sam was there and I knew how he felt about you and I knew he wouldn't leave. And somehow I just knew you'd be alright as long as Sam was with you."
"You knew how he felt about me?" I asked.
"Jordan, it was obvious, at least to me. I knew how you felt about him and so I talked with Alice about Sam and she confirmed my observations. I think I can't begin to understand how he did what he did. I mean after such a traumatic incident that you experienced he...he" she began to cry. With tears rolling softly down her cheeks she continued "I was so worried that you'd go back into that shell, but you didn't and I think he largely responsible for that. You're my son and I love you so much and I want you to know that I really love Sam a lot for what he's done for you."
"That goes for me to, son," said Dad.
"You're very quite," Dad said as we drove home.
"Yeah. I'm just thinking about things," I replied.
"Oh, care to impart any pearls of wisdom?" he asked.
"No, pearls. Rocks and stones, but no pearls" I said.
"Okay, rocks and stones will do, maybe if we dig around in them we'll find a pearl, whatcha think?"
"Don't know. I was thinking about something Jordan had said to me. He said he hates being labeled as gay because people will immediately place him into the same box as they would place Brooker. He told me about Chicago and how guys he didn't even know would approach him for a blowjob.
"He said how once he logged onto a gay chat line and practically the first thing he was asked was how big was his dick. If that's what being gay is then I don't want to be gay either."
"I love Jordan. I want to spend the rest of my life with him. I don't want to share my love for Jordan with anybody else. When I see a good-looking guy I think 'Boy! He's hot!' but that doesn't mean I want to go to bed with him or kiss him or anything like that. It just means I think he's good looking."
"Sam, unfortunately, that's what a lot of people will do. People who don't know you and Jordan and it is sad that it happens. But just remember this, your true friends, the only ones that really count will not label you and put you in that box with the Brooker types because they will know you. They will know, as I do, that here are two people who are as loving and caring for each other as they are for everyone else and everything else. When they think of you, they think of someone they can trust, someone who is fun to be with and the fact that you love another boy who loves you won't matter in the slightest and will often never even enter their mind."
When we got home the rents and relatives (Phil & Anna) discussed whether we were planning on coming out or not and the pro and cons. In the end we decided not to come out publicly and only come out to those we could trust and to whom we knew there would be no adverse effects.
Our elders left us in the family room while they adjourned to the kitchen for food. Jordan and I were cuddled up in each other's arms.
I told him my conversation with my Dad what my Dad had said about being labeled 'gay'.
"I really love your parents, Sam...I really love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you."
I kissed him gently on the lips. He returned the kiss. We kissed again and again each time our passion for each other was growing. I wanted him so badly and I knew he felt the same, but this wasn't the time or the place. I wanted our first time to be very special.
"Jordan..." I whispered.
"Sam, I want you so bad, but..."
"I know. It should be special, not here, not now."
"Yeah," he agreed.
I kissed him on the cheek, "Maybe we should join the others."
"Good idea, but we'd better cool down a bit unless you want to be kidded about that monstrous hardon you've got."
I went red-faced.
He laughed even harder.
That's all for now folks!