Date: Mon, 13 Sep 1999 15:34:56 -0500 From: Brent Stewart Subject: Outed in HS, Chapter 11, "Best Friends" "Best Friends" I dropped the books at my locker that I wasn't going to need for homework. The day was finally over and I was anxious about the rest of the evening. Brett was going to be spending the night at my house. Just as I closed my locker, someone grabbed be from behind and I almost shit my pants. "Whoa! Jumpy, aren't ya?" Shelby said as she giggled and disengaged her arms from around me. "You scared the hell out of me!" "Serves you right for daydreaming. I thought I'd walk with you to meet Brett. Do you mind?" "Why would I mind silly." I gave her a hug. "Thanks." "Not a problem lover. Besides, I heard Vicki talking to one of her slut friends and she said she was going to try and talk to you after school. Not while I'm around she won't!" Shelby opened her eyes wide in an expression that challenged me to refuse her. "Hey, this isn't my fault. I hardly even see Vicki. She's dating Rick, I thought?" "She's a slut Brent. Sluts don't date; they conquer! Well, she's not conquering MY man! Let's go!" And we marched off to war with Shelby in the lead scanning the front lines. "You know, Shelby...even if Vicki did manage to talk to me she'd be disappointed with the outcome. I have as much interest in her as I do with any other girl in this school," I said as we rounded the building outside that led to the parking lot. "SHE doesn't know that, and neither does the other fifteen girls I've had to snatch bald headed for trying to invade my space. You just walk there like a nice guy and let me take care of this, if she shows her face. I love the thrill of victory!" I laughed and threw my arm around her shoulders. "You know I love you. What would I do without you?" I asked her. "Humph!" she snorted. Just then, she spotted Vicki and another girl sitting on the wall that surrounds the flagpole. I looked in the parking lot and saw Brett talking with Shelly by his car. "You go get in the car with Brett," she told me, "I'll go take car of Vicki and that other bitch." As we got within 15 yards of the flagpole and close enough that Vicki recognized Shelby, and me, Shelby stopped, grabbed me, threw her arms around my neck, and kissed me. The kiss also involved a lot of hand moment, namely hers running up my back and into my hair and back down again. "See you later tonight lover," she said in a loud voice as she broke the kiss. Vicki and the other girl just stared at us and when Shelby started walking towards them; they jumped up and started walking away from her as if this was the LAST place they wanted to be. "Bye Honey," I yelled after her and laughed as I made my way through the parking lot to Brett's car. Shelly and Brett were both watching and now their eyes were following Shelby as she continued her advance on Vicki, who was almost running to escape. "What's that all about??" Brett asked as he pointed towards Shelby. Before I could answer, Shelly looked at Brett and said, "What do you mean? Can't you tell? Shelby is about to snatch Vicki's legs off, when she catches her, and then beat that other slut with them just to make sure. And you just remember that if you EVER think about even smiling at that bitch Vicki!" Having said this, she kissed Brett and told me bye, then headed off in the direction Shelby was steadily advancing on her quarry. "Um, Brent...Do you think we should, you know, go stop them?" Brett asked. "Naw, Vicki can out run Shelby and that other girl isn't who she's after. They'll be alright." "If you say so. So are you ready to go?" "Yep. If you still need the tutoring, I'm your tutor." "Get in then and we'll go by my house so I can get some clothes." We went to his house and I waited in the car as he packed an overnight bag. His mother came out to the car and told me she had spoken with my mother. Everything was confirmed. Brett came running out of the house and kissed his mother goodbye and we drove off to my house. We pulled through the gate and Brett parked the car by the front door. I climbed out and told him to park over by the roundabout. He parked while I waited on him, then we went into the house. "You can throw your bag in my room until we figure which room your going to sleep in. I need to change and start with Sierra." We walked up the stairs and into my bedroom. Brett dropped his bag on my bed and I headed to the bathroom. I took my shirt off and relieved my bladder, then came out to finish getting out of my school clothes. Brett was lying on my bed, his head propped against one of my pillows. "Hey, do you have some extra clothes that I can change into? I completely forgot about you having to take care of your horse and all I grabbed were clothes for school tomorrow. I want to help, if you don't mind?" "I'm sure I can find something for you." I rummaged through my chest of drawers and found two sweatshirts. I went to my closet and took two pair of worn jeans out. Brett had taken his shirt off and was removing his tennis shoes. "Here you go," I handed him a shirt and pair of jeans, "You can change in the bathroom if you want." He finished taking off his shoes, grabbed the clothes and took them with him into the bathroom. I removed my shoes, then my pants and slipped the sweatshirt on. I could hear Brett relieving himself in the bathroom and I sped up my dressing in case he was farther along than I and walked out of the bathroom. I didn't want to be standing there in my underwear. I pulled the jeans on and zipped up just as he walked out. "Hey, we must be the exact same size. Everything fits as if they were bought for me." He turned around to model the clothes for me and I laughed. "What?" "Well, those jeans fit you perfect, but that sweater. It looks like it's two sizes to big for you." I grinned. "I like 'em like that." I shrugged, "Ok, we ready?" I asked as I finished tying my laces and went to the closet to grab a couple of jackets for us. "Ready." He confirmed and I handed him a jacket. We put them on as we headed downstairs and out the front door. Brett looked like he was having a blast, as I water and fed Sierra. He helped by raking the stall and throwing down fresh fodder, spreading it to cover Sierra's floor. I took a brush and started to work on her coat. Brett grabbed another and worked on the other side. Sierra was loving all the attention and kept nuzzling both of us, and nipping a couple of times at Brett when he was intent on his work and not paying the area behind her ear enough attention. "Can you ride Brett?" I asked as I grabbed Sierra's bridle and saddle. "Sure can. My Grand's have horses in Kentucky and I ride every time we go there to visit." "Well then. If you want to, go and saddle Red, that's my brother's horse," and I pointed to the stall two down from Sierra's. "He could use a workout too." "GREAT!" and he dashed to the stall to have a look at the horse. "The saddle is there on the bench outside of the stall Brett. Do you need any help?" I asked from inside of my horses stall, and completed cinching the saddle around her. "I've got it!" He yelled back to me. We rode the horses around my parent's property for about two hours and thoroughly enjoyed ourselves by racing from one point to the other and back again. Brett rode as well as I did and that increased my attraction to him even more. I loved my horse and could tell that Brett cared for the horse he was riding, even though it wasn't his own. After riding, striping and brushing them down, we left the horses and returned to the house. I decided I'd better show Brett his room so he could stow his bag and shower after getting all sweaty. I chose the room at the end of the hall, three from mine, and the furthest away. Brett took his bag and dropped it in the room as I turned on the light and showed him where the bathroom was, "Um...Brent?" I looked at him and raised an eyebrow. Blushing he said, "I didn't bring anything else to wear besides what I wore today and what I'm going to wear tomorrow." He was kind of shuffling his feet. Laughing at his predicament, I said, "No problem. Come with me and you can dig what you want out of my chest of drawers." God he's cute when he blushes, I thought as Brett followed me to my room. He found a t-shirt, a pair of Wilson shorts and I also noticed he grabbed a pair of my Calvin's, which he hid under the other clothes. "Got everything you need," I asked from across the room. I had already stripped off my shirt, shoes and socks, and had my jeans undone, waiting on him. "Yeah. I really do appreciate this Brent. I feel like a fool. I should have thought of this before I left the house. My mother would be so embarrassed if she knew I was borrowing all of these clothes from you." "No big deal! Go shower and then we'll grab some food. We better get to that Geometry so I can see how much tutoring I'm going to need to do." Brett left my room and closed my door as he headed for his. I stripped off the rest of my clothes and went to start the shower. I stepped in and let the hot water spray across my back and relieve the muscles. Riding made you use almost every muscle in your body. The water pressure dropped just a little bit and I figured Brett was in his shower too. I grabbed the soap and started washing the sweat and stray particle of hay dust from my body. As the hot water washed the soap from my body, I started to think of Brett in the shower down the hall. He was a bit smaller than me in the chest, but the rest of his body was well proportioned for football. He obviously worked out like I did in order to keep his abs defined and his legs were as muscular as mine. He kept his light brown, almost dirty blonde, hair cut short, in what was being called a wedge. I thought of the water in his shower relieving the tension from his muscles and my dick responded by filling with blood. It had been a couple of days since I had masturbated and my buddy was telling me to take this opportunity to relieve the pent up spunk from my balls. I leaned against the shower wall and began stroking myself while I imagined Brett doing the same while he showered. I wrapped my left hand around my balls and used my thumb and index finger to encircle the base of my cock. This increased the hardness as I worked the shaft with my right hand. About 15 strokes later and as I squeezed the head of my cock, I blast a heavy load of cum up and on to the shower curtain. I pumped 3 more ropes out as I continued to imagine Brett and I coming at the same time. I used the shower nozzle to wash the curtain clean of my seed and turned the water off. At the same time, I heard the pipes make a noise, which heralded the fact that Brett was also turning his shower off. I wonder? ... "Damn Brent, your sex crazed!" I thought as I stepped out of the shower and dried off. At least I wouldn't pop a boner and embarrass myself in front of Brett now that I had taken care of that. I threw on a pair of Calvin's and some shorts. I grabbed a t-shirt and slipped it over my head and went back into the bathroom and combed my hair. I heard a knock on my door and yelled, "come on in Brett, I'll be out in a second." I looked at my teeth and decided I needed to brush them too. Didn't want Brett thinking my breath was bad since we were going to be close with our heads in a book. "I brought my Geometry book." He said as I walked out of the bathroom. "I'm having trouble with Unions and Intersections. It's all fucking Greek to me and Mrs. Vann had a freaking accent that I can't understand when she explains the problems." I chuckled, "Well your lucky, those are my specialty." He was sitting on my bed and I sat next to him, looking in his text as he explained exactly the problem he was having. Seeing where he was getting confused, I explained that the union of two sets A and B, is the set of elements which are either in set A, set B, or both. The intersection of two sets A and B, is the set of elements that are in both A and B. If figures have nothing in common, then their intersection is the null or empty set. I then sketched a couple of examples and showed him how they would appear in diagrams. He worked on a few problems I gave him to solve as I turned some tunes on and began working on my English Literature homework. "I wonder how many times I'm going to have to read Romeo and Juliet in my life," I thought as I began to read the chapters Mrs. Tucker had assigned for tomorrow. My mother knocked on my door and opened it when I said come in. Brett was still on my bed working on his geometry and I was on the last chapter I had to read. "How's it going boys? "Fine Mrs. Stewart", "Just great mother" we both answered at once. "Brent, it's past 10:30 so you two might better finish up and get to bed. Morning will be here before you know it." "Ah...thanks mother. I didn't realize it was that late." I looked at Brett and he was checking his wristwatch and looked surprised too. "A few more minutes and well hit the sack. By the way, I put Brett in the Blue Room." I told my mother and snickered. My mother had each of the rooms decorated in all different colors. Mostly earth tones, but each could be referred by its color and everyone in the house would know which was being talked about. She turned and looked at Brett, "I hope you don't get lonely all the way down at the end of the hall. If you do, your welcome to choose any room you like. Just be comfortable. I had a very nice conversation with your mother today. We're going to get together this weekend, with my husband and your father, to play some cards. I need a good partner so I can whip Brent's father for a change." "Yes Ma'me. I'll be fine and if you and my mom play against the guys, I'm sure you'll whoop up on them with no problem. My dad doesn't play much, so it's a cinch!" My mother smiled at Brett and turned to me and said, "I like him. He reminds me of Robert. Good night boys and remember, not much longer. You need your sleep." And walked out the door closing it behind her. Neither my mother nor Brett noticed my body jerk when she said Robert's name. How would she know how much just the mention of his name and the way she used it to describe Brett would affect me. Brett didn't even know who Robert was. I never mentioned him and Shelby never did because she knew how I felt. "Well Brett, we better stop and get to bed. Do you think you understand Union's and Intersection's any better?" "You betcha I do. Once you explained it to me and then drew those diagrams, it all made since. I'll know where to come now when I get stuck. I really do appreciate the help. And I had the best time ever with the horses and stuff. It's been a long time since I felt this good. Feels like I've had a workout." He gathered his book and notepad and then headed for the door, "Goodnight Brent...don't forget to wake me when you get up, and exactly what time DO you get up?" "6 o'clock. I'll come and wake you when the alarm goes off. Goodnight and I had a blast today also. We're both going to be feeling that ride in the morning." And I rubbed my shoulder. Brett said goodnight again and closed the door as he left. I closed my book and turned the desk lamp off. I turned back the covers and striped down to the buff, climbed into bed and turned out the lamp on the nightstand. I was having a very vivid dream involving me and Brett and the wonders of sex outdoors, when I something kept intruding on my dream. Slowly I came awake and thought I heard my name being whispered. I heard it again and I opened my eyes wide and sat up in the bed. "Brent, are you awake? Brent?" Brett was whispering from my door that he had cracked just enough to stick his head in. "Yeah Brett. What's wrong?" I asked and looked at the clock on my nightstand. "Dude, it's only 12:30 in the morning." "Sorry, but I just couldn't sleep. I was wondering if we could talk some more?" He asked in a meek voice. "Um...sure...come on in," I said and turned on the lamp by my bed. The abrupt brightness blinded me for the first three or four minutes until my eyes became accustomed. Brett had come in and sat at the foot of my bed. He was only wearing the Calvin's he had borrowed and looked like he was freezing. "Why didn't you put some clothes on? You look like your freezing." "Well, if you didn't want to talk I was going to go back and jump in bed and wasn't going to need any." He smiled and those dimples made canyons in his cheeks, as he teeth chattered together. "Shit, pull up the bottom of the covers and get under there. You're going to freeze. And watch those cold ass feet of yours. I don't need you freezing my balls off with them." OH NO! I'm fucking naked under here; I looked around for my Calvin's and shorts; they were over by the desk and too far for me to reach. Brett pulled the covers and blanket loose and crawled underneath. "Too late," I thought, and threw him a pillow. I scooted as close to the edge of the bed as possible, without falling out and Brett settled under the cover, stretching his legs out along my left side. I could feel the coolness coming from his feet, which were mere inches from my left shoulder. "So what did you want to talk about?" I asked. "Oh, I don't know. Just talk. You know I had a best friend in Germany and I had to leave him behind when my dad moved here. I really miss him sometimes. Do you ever get tired of moving and leaving friends behind?" "Of course. But I guess I've gotten used to it. We haven't moved in awhile because of my father's job on Ft. Hood. He says this will be his last assignment before he retires, so I guess I won't be moving again." I thought of Robert having to leave me, "Why do you ask? How long do you think you'll be here in Killeen?" "Forever Brent." and he had a huge smile on his face. "My father is retiring also and this is his last duty station. Him and mom are going to stay here in Killeen, so I guess this is where I'm going to be until I go to college. Just think. You and I could be best friends and neither of us would be leaving before the other did. I've never had a friend for THAT long." I thought about what Brett said and how he mentioned us being best friends. I needed a real friend probably as much as he did. Another guy to just hang around with and do things that you couldn't with your 'girlfriend'. "Brett...you know, I could really us a best friend and I think we get along well enough already. I mean, hell, we date two girls who are best friends and I don't think I've been on a date in the last two months without you and Shelly," and laughed and so did he. "Besides, like you said, we're both going to be here a long time and well..." "It's settled then!" he jumped up and out from under the covers and then came around the side of the bed. I looked up at him and sat up in bed. I reached out with my right hand to shake and said, "Here's to being best friends..." "Best friends don't shake hands crazy!" and he leaned down and hugged me, "We hug!" I was a bit shocked as he continued his hug. I finally embraced him, hugging him back and he broke the contact. "Well, now that's settled, I better get my ass back to bed. Goodnight bud!" he said and turned to leave the room. When he made it to the door he turned around. "And Brent, don't sweat it. I sleep in the nude at home too. It's a guy thing." And he smiled as I blushed and told him goodnight. When I fell back to sleep after he left, I didn't dream about him and I having sex. I dreamt about the bonds of friendship I shared with Robert and how they developed into the love I still kept buried deep within. As sleep even overtook my dream state, the last think I remember thinking was.... never again. ------------------ I hope your still enjoying the story. Any comments you have, whether good or bad, please send them to me at brent@cutey.com. Since this story is about events that took place during my HS years, it pretty much follows the timeline. Sorry if your looking for more dramatic sex scenes. Those do come, but I don't jump in the bed with every guy I meet! :-)~ Peace in life. Brent