Date: Sun, 22 Aug 2010 01:14:38 -0700
From: Mike Masterson <mjstories78@gmail.com>
Subject: Senior-Year-Dream, part 4

Standard disclaimers apply. This story involves sexual activity between
males who happen to be minors. If you don't like it or shouldn't read it
for legal reasons, stop now. This is story is fictional.

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"Mitch, I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell Josh about this" was all Vanya
said before opening the door and leaving.

Mitch, still frozen, was not only horrified at being discovered, but also
the horniest he could ever remember being.


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It was a few minutes before Mitch could will himself to move, and get his
heart rate under control. His whole head felt hot and he knew he was
sweating. The smell of sex and cum was still thick in the air. Even from
this distance he could see the cum splattered on the floor and shelves. He
left the closet quickly, not sure if he shut the door.

**This isn't how things work. None of this is right.** Mitch thought,
replaying the last several days, including this recent encounter, in his
head.

Mitch was plodding along the hallway in a daze when someone grabbed his
shoulder and turned him around. He focused and saw Josh who was wearing an
expression made of half-concern and half-youthful joy.

"Hey guy, I need to get you a compass." Josh said as he ruffled Mitch's
hair briefly.

Mitch just starred at him as if he didn't understand what language Josh was
speaking.

"I said north wing. This is the south wing." Josh clarified. "I can see why
you would get confused though, they're identical. Ok, we should get going
if we're going to get to Calc on time. I'll just have to think of things we
can do with our free period after." He continued, giving Mitch a
mischeivous grin.

Mitch just starred, his mind racing. He couldn't deal with
everything. Something was coming apart somewhere inside him, but he didn't
have the words to say anything at that moment.

"Are you ok? Did you have gym right before this? You look all flushed and
sweaty. I bet you're dehydrated." Josh frowned putting his hand on Mitch's
cheek. "And you're clammy."

"Josh, I have to go, now. I can't take all of this. It's too much." Mitch
said shaking his head. He turned and started to walk swiftly to the nearest
exit path.

"Can't take what, Mitch? What's wrong?! You can't ditch Calc like this;
you'll get in trouble. Let me take you to the nurse's office at least."
Josh said running ahead of Mitch, standing in his way.

Barely noticing Josh's presence, Mitch sidestepped the human roadblock and
kept moving. Josh caught up with him again and stopped Mitch's forward
momentum with his hand. "Hey! Talk to me." Josh pleaded.

The look that Mitch gave Josh was one of pure fury. "No! No talking. I need
space right now, and if you care about me you'll give it to me." Mitch said
as he grabbed a hold of Josh's hand pushing it away. "I'll try and call you
later." Mitch practically yelled as he continued on, not turning back to
look at Josh.

Josh was stunned. Thoughts of getting to Calc on time, or at all, left
him. He sprinted to his car hoping he could catch up to Mitch, hoping that
he'd find him on his way home. After driving around the area a few times,
he stopped at Mitch's house. Angela was sitting in a lawn chair in the
front yard scribbling in a notebook. There was some string and wooden
stakes to either side of her.

She smiled when she saw him as he got out of his car. "Afternoon Josh. I
didn't expect you guys for a little while yet. Where's Mitch?" She said,
noticing that Josh had been the only one in the car.

"He's not here?" Josh said frustrated and short of breath.

"No, I haven't seen him since he left with you this morning." Angela
noticed that Josh was upset. "Josh, what happened? Is Mitch ok?"

"Yeah. No. I don't know. That's the problem, he wouldn't tell me. I was
going to meet up with him before our last class. He went to the wrong part
of the school, and when I found him, he looked crazy and told me he needed
space and just walked away. I tried to find him, but I didn't see him at
all."

Angela processed all of this. It wasn't like Mitch to act like this even
when he was upset. "Josh, did you two have a fight?"

"No!" Josh was getting more upset. "That's just it. Everything was fine and
then this happened. I have to find him."

"I think you should go home and calm down a bit. If you don't feel like you
can drive, you're welcome to stay here. Can you drive?"

Josh looked just as upset, but less frantic about it. "Yeah I can
drive. Are you going to go look for him?"

"Yup. I have an idea." Angela said putting her notebook aside. "Go
home. I'll see that he calls you when I find him. Ok?"

"Alright. Thanks Mrs. Anders. I'm really sorry. I don't know what I did. He
wouldn't tell me."

"It's ok. I'll find him. When Mitch gets upset, he gets sloppy." Angela
said. She ignored the confused look on Josh's face. "Go on home now." She
reiterated. Josh, still confused, got in his car and drove off.

Angela took out her cell phone and started fiddling with a few
applications. She found what she was looking for and mumbled to herself,
"Ok, let's see where that is."

She eventually found Mitch in a park about a mile away from school
grounds. Mitch, who was sitting in a swing, saw her in his peripheral
vision. Before she could say anything, he kept his gaze straight ahead and
said, "I see my attempts at jamming the radar on the microchip in my
underwear have failed." His voice was dripping with sarcasm.

Angela, ignoring the sarcasm replied, "Not exactly, honey. We microchiped
your ear, not your underwear" She joked. He looked at her and she waved the
cell phone a few times.

He grunted, looking sullen "The gps on my cell. Clever."

"Not that clever. If you were thinking more clearly you would have just
disabled it." She said as she sat in the swing beside him. "Or maybe you
wanted to be found. You did a good job of upsetting Josh."

"Awww. Poor, perfect, Josh is confused? Tragic. I'm surprised he's not used
to it by now." Mitch almost spat acid when he spoke.

"Seems a little harsh. What'd he do to earn that?" She was calm. She knew
her son. Mitch recounted what happened in the hallway. He didn't bother
mentioning what happened to cause him to be in the hallway in the first
place.

"I don't know what else I can tell you, Mom. And even if I could, I'm not
sure you'd understand." Mitch's tone changed from bitter to sad.

"You seemed happy to see him this morning."

"Yeah, well, that was morning, wasn't it? Stuff happens during the day."

"Someone's got a case of the mondays?" Angela said with smile, quoting one
of Mitch's favorite movies. He looked at her and just shook his head
without any amusement. She was patient, though, and waited for him to
continue.

"Why is everything about sex at this school?"

She wasn't sure that she really liked where this was going, but needed to
find out what was going on. "I don't know that this school is any different
than any others. If the freshmen I teach are any indication, I'd say sex is
a big part of a lot of teenager's lives."

"Not mine, at least it hasn't been." He was quieter now and looked at the
ground when he spoke.

"Honey, did Josh try and do..anything that wasn't ok?"

"Mom! No! Josh never, would never, do that." He was upset, but the news
relieved Angela greatly. Josh was a big guy and she had no doubt that he
could force a lot on Mitch if he wanted. Mitch went on, "I don't know how
to deal with all this. It's freaking me out. I can't take all the
attention...from everyone. I've been invisible for so long. I barely know
how to talk to anyone my own age, but now I have a perfect, popular,
handsome boyfriend? After one day of school? And he can't stop kissing me?
What the hell is wrong with him? He shouldn't even see me, or want to talk
with me. And I shouldn't notice half of what goes on, either." He was on
the verge of tears now.

"It sounds like you have a problem."

Mitch closed his eyes and cursed under his breath. "Oh no, not this. I'm
really not in the mood for this."

"What do we do with problems?" Angela said, her voice firm.

Mitch throw his head back, rolling his eyes in derision and clucked his
tongue. "We solve them." he said parroting a response that he had given
many times in the past.

"How?" She said in the same tone.

"We observe the symptoms, define the problem, going from the general to the
specific until we isolate the root cause." Apart from being obviously
annoyed, his voice was mostly expressionless.

"And then?"

"We create a hypothesis, gather resources, test the hypothesis and attempt
to apply the solution, attempting different solutions as necessary."

"Excellent. Now what are your symptoms?"

Growing progressively less fond of this exercise, Mitch answered her. "I'm
pissed, overwhelmed, and frustrated."

"Can you define the problem?" She kept her voice steady, but softened her
tone now.

Mitch thought about it for several minutes. "I'm terrified."

"Of what?"

"Him, me, who I'll become if we start getting more serious, life, this new
town and school. I'm scared of everything, Mom." He finally got the words
out and was surprised at how defeated he sounded even to himself.

Angela got up from her swing and went over to lay a hand on her son's
shoulder. She ran her other hand through the hair on the back of his
head. Memories of pushing him in a swing when he was a toddler flashed
through her head. "And your hypothesis?"

"Evolve or perish. I can adapt, forget who I am and become someone
different, or cut things off with Josh completely and stay who I am."

"I'm so sorry, Mitch." Angela's voice was shakier now and she stopped
running her hand in his hair.

"Why? You didn't do anything."

"That's the problem. We didn't teach you how to deal with smaller
situations so you could be prepared for bigger ones. We just moved you
around and assumed you would figured things out on your own. Sometimes I
think you're too smart for your own good."

"I'm not that smart."

Angela let a little attitude of her own into her voice. "Mitch, don't get
upset, but since things were going so fast, I took the liberty of looking
through your school things when you were out with Josh on Saturday. I saw
the homework they gave you and your class notes. You were solving those
homework problems when you were a freshman. That problem your teacher gave
you in class might give someone else a hard time, but we both know you
didn't have to work at it."

Mitch was mildly upset at the intrusion, but he couldn't argue with her. "I
don't feel very smart right now."

"Your assessment of the possible solutions is invalid."

Mitch turned his head around looked at his mother and gave her a
questioning stare.

"Alright, I'll give you this one since we haven't done much for your social
education before now. The point of life is to evolve. You don't have to
forget who are to be the person you're going to be. You're still you. And
you can cut off things with Josh if that's what you decide is best, but I
think it's a little late for that if you want to go back to who you were. I
think we both know the damage is done on that front." She went on,
"Everyone's scared, sweetie. Right now Josh is scared. He has no idea what
he did wrong. Brave people are scared all the time, and they live their
lives anyway."

"What do I do?" Mitch felt drained as he said it.

"What do you want to do?"

"I want Josh. I just don't want so much of everything, at least not all at
once." Mitch finally admitted, more to himself than his mother.

"I think you should probably have a talk with him about how you feel
then. Sooner would be better than later. I'd guess his parents are having
to tranq him to calm him down." Angela teased.

"That upset, huh?" Mitch glanced at her again.

"It's plain that he cares a great deal for you, but he might be
overreacting just a little. You should call him and tell him we're on our
way over. " She said as she stood and waited for him to get up.

"We are?"

"Yes, we are."

Mitch stood up from his swing and dialed Josh's number.

"Mitch! what's going on?"

"Mom and I are heading to your house. Are you there?"

"Yeah."

"Ok, I'll see you soon."

Neither boy knew how to end the conversation so Mitch hung up the phone.

The drive to Josh's house was silent as Mitch tried to figure out what to
say when he got there. The door to Josh's house almost flew open the second
that Mitch knocked on it.

Mitch looked at Josh who was still wasn't himself and then looked down at
the floor. "I'm sorry Josh. I had a meltdown and I shouldn't have said what
I said."

Josh looked from Angela to Mitch before giving Mitch a big hug."I'm glad
you're ok." Josh said, sounding much relieved.

Karen, who had heard the door open, walked by and saw her son hugging a
nearly suffocated Mitch. "Maybe Mitch and his mother would like to come in,
Josh."

Josh stopped his hugging suddenly and stepped back into the house. "Yeah,
please," He said as he walked into the living room followed by Mitch and
both mothers.

"Angela, could you help me in the kitchen. I'm not sure I have this...broth
quite right." Karen suggested. Angela gave her a queer look, but followed
her in.

Once they were in the kitchen, Karen explained. "Sorry, I just thought they
could use some time to chat. Any broth I use is from the store."

"Oh good." Angela relaxed a little. "I'm a disaster in the kitchen. I'm
sorry if Josh came home too upset. Mitch has been going through a lot in
the last few days. I'm afraid his father and I haven't really prepared him
for dating anyone."

"Don't worry too much about it. They'll figure things out. Josh was a
little nuts when he drove up, but he needs to learn that sometimes people
just need some time to themselves and that he can't fix everything
himself. He has his own growing up to do."

Meanwhile in the living room, Josh and Mitch sat down on the Benson family
couch facing each other.

Mitch started, "If my mom is helping out in the kitchen you may want to
think about take out."

Josh grinned a little, but didn't say anything. He had a lot he wanted to
ask Mitch, but didn't know how fragile he was. He remembered his mother
telling him to be patient.

Mitch picked up Josh's reticence and took a moment to pause and sigh. "Josh
I'm sorry I snapped like that. I have something I need to say and it isn't
going to be easy to say it."

The bottom dropped out of Josh's stomach. Based on examples he'd heard all
throughout his previous years in school, he was sure this was the beginning
of 'the break up speech.'

Mitch's memory flashed on the old physics books he saw in the janitor's
closet."Hey, do you know Heisenberg's uncertainty principle?" Mitch asked,
thinking of a way to get through what he had to say. Josh frowned, looking
completely lost.

**Ok, this should be fun** Mitch's sarcastic inner demon pipped up.

"It's this thing in physics that states..."

"..that you can't simultaneously determine both the position and velocity
of a particle with any certainty. Football players study for physics tests,
too, ya know. I just don't know why we're talking about it." Josh
interrupted, finishing Mitch's explanation. He still looked confused. He
was also starting to look impatient.

Mitch was floored, but tried not to look too shocked. He didn't want to
offend Josh.

**Maybe this is what Josh felt on that first day in Calc. Well fuck me!**
Mitch, thought, meaning it both figuratively and literally. A feeling
washed over him. It carried with it the warm memory of being held by Josh
and something else. The feeling of not having any real connection to Josh,
beyond the physical, was fading. He realized he could actually talk to Josh
and he didn't have to hold back. It was terrifying to want to open up to
someone, but the end result was that he wanted to jump Josh right then and
there.

He didn't. But he did recognize the look on Josh's face indicating that he
had been silent for too long. Mitch cleared his throat, "So, I'm kind of
like a particle. By noticing me you're changing me, if that makes sense."

"Well, no, it doesn't really. I think you're confusing the uncertainty
principle with... Wait, fuck that! Why are we even talking about that? Are
you saying you freaked out because of a weird metaphysical debate in your
head?" Josh wondered, trying to make sense of everything. How fragile could
Mitch possibly be?

Mitch knew Josh was right, and he had to make a strong effort to keep from
pushing Josh back on the couch and making out with him just then. It became
obvious to Josh that something was going on as well when he glanced at
Mitch's crotch. He was still confused, but chuckled, handing him a
pillow. "Here, you'll need that in case anyone comes in."

Mitch accepted the pillow, placing it in his lap and tried to continue his
train of thought. "My point is that just by noticing me, you're kind of
changing me, and being in a new town anyway...And I've never dated anyone,
and everything we're doing... It's just a little too much to deal with all
at once. On Thrusday I had a pretty firm grasp on who I was. I'm not sure
now. Uncertain." he ran out of steam.

"I'm sorry Mitch. I wasn't thinking. You kind of have that effect, I
guess. In a good way" He added quickly and continued. "I've lived in this
town my entire life. I've gone to school with the same people for years and
years. For me it was something new and really exciting, but I knew I was
safe. If I get hurt, I can come home to the house I've lived in since I was
8 and I know it'll be ok. I forgot everything is new for you here. I wanted
to be that person that was safe for you to run to, and I've managed to be
the thing that caused you to run. Here.."

Josh pulled out a cloth bag from his back jeans pocket. It was dark green
and the cloth reminded Mitch of something that he couldn't quite
place. There was a drawstring made of what looked like a shoelace. It had
something in it. He gave it to Mitch, who recognized the weight, feel, and
sound of the objects clacking against each other inside.

"This is a dice bag." Mitch said, feeling the dice inside. His face grew
softer and and more relaxed.

"Yeah." Josh smiled, glad that it seemed to make Mitch feel better. "I made
it."

"You made it?"

"Yeah, I had an old pair of gym shorts that didn't fit anymore. So, I cut
them up and borrowed mom's sewing bag" Josh blushed a little then. "I had
to try a couple times. It's a good thing I wear larger sizes. Then, I found
some runic alphabets online. The stitchings at the top are supposed to be
runes of luck and protection."

Mitch took a close look and there were tiny, roughly sewn runes in bright
yellow thread going all around the bag near the top.

Josh went on "I got the dice on Sunday after my jog. They reminded me of
you. I saw people playing at the store I went to and they all bags for
their dice."

Mitch picked one at random by feel, the 20-sider, and took it out, holding
it in his palm. It was mix of green and tan swirls that were also
iridescent.

"If you hold them up to the light just right, they get hazel, just like
your eyes." Josh explained. "I understand if you don't want to see me
anymore, but I'd like you to keep that."

Mitch put the die back in his bag and leaned forward to kiss Josh, who had
been looking down at the couch cushions. Josh was caught by surprise and
let himself be pushed backward against the arm of the sofa. He couldn't
help but kiss back. They both felt stirrings in their crotches, but this
wasn't about sex or hormone-induced passion. Before long both boys could
tell that the other wanted nothing more in the world than to be close to
each other in that moment. Mitch maneuvered himself above Josh and stayed
there. They explored each other with their lips and tongues for several
minutes, until they heard someone cough.

They turned around to see Steven, Josh's father, standing in the middle of
the living room holding his laptop bag in one hand and the mail in the
other. Both boys scrambled apart, attempting to hide their erections with
as little notice as possible.

Steven said, "In addition to the open room door rule, I think we need to
set a 'no making out in the middle of the afternoon in the living room
rule.' Besides, Josh, shouldn't you be at practice?

Josh closed his eyes in anger and mouthed the word "FUCK" silently. He had
completely forgotten. Mitch tried to come to his rescue. "I kind of had a
meltdown at school today, Mr. Benson. I left just before our last class,
and Josh was worried enough that he tried to come after me. It's my fault."

"I'm sorry about your meltdown Mitch. I'm glad you're feeling better." He
glanced between the two boys remembering seeing them kissing each other as
he entered the living room," but it's still his fault. He could have talked
to a teacher or the nurse. Josh, you'll see the coach before school
tomorrow and hopefully he won't kick you off the team. And no going out
this week or weekend. That means not having Mitch over too."

"Yes sir." Josh knew that he had let his father down and it showed on his
face. "I'm sorry."

Mitch laid a hand on Josh's leg in support and said, "Sir, Mrs. Benson and
my mom are in the kitchen. They'd probably be able to catch you up better
than we can on the details."

"Thank you. I'll see to that." He said heading to the Kitchen.

When Steven was safely away, Mitch rubbed Josh's leg a little, "I'm so
sorry Josh. This is all my fault."

Catching Mitch by surprise, Josh looked up smiling. "You kissed me."

"Yes...I was there, I remember." Mitch was confused. It was one of those
days for everyone, it seemed.

"I don't have a lot of experience, but that wasn't a good-bye kiss, was
it?" Josh concluded, remembering the feeling of closeness. The elation on
his face was intoxicating for Mitch.

Mitch grinned "No it wasn't."

"So you still want to be my boyfriend?"

"I'm not sure what it means to be a boyfriend, which sounds stupid, but
it's true. Yes, the short answer is that I do."

"Then fuck it. The week doesn't mean anything. I'll see you at school and
maybe you can come to practices and I can see you there."

"If mom doesn't ground me for ditching Calc, yeah."  At that moment a big
fluffy orange cat jumped on the pillow in Mitch's lap and started purring
and rubbing his head on Mitch's hand, biting it occasionally. "You have a
cat?!"

"Yeah.. you're not allergic are you? His name is Tugs."

Mitch started laughing and couldn't stop for a solid minute. Josh joined in
a little but had no idea why they were laughing. He was just happy that
Mitch was getting some much needed release. Tugs didn't seem to mind
either. He settled in and only flicked and ear or his tail.

Mitch caught his breath and started to explain. "No I'm not allergic. I
love cats, but Josh, I'm old fashioned. I was raised with values. A boy
should know if his suitor has any pets *before* anyone's prostate starts
getting massaged."

They both started cracking up again, which annoyed Tugs enough that he went
in search of a sunny, and quiet, place to lounge.

When they both were able to stop laughing, but only gradually so, they sat
in comfortable silence glancing at each other from time to time. They were
left with grins on their faces when Josh reached out and held Mitch's hand
in his. "I don't think I've told you yet, but your hands are really warm."

"Oh, yeah. Sorry about that. They always are." Mitch said, assuming that he
was causing discomfort.

"Don't apologize. It's nice. I bet you give great massages."

"I wouldn't know. I haven't tried." Mitch felt his face get warm
again. "Well, except under certain very specific situations."

The look in Josh's eyes said as much but he confirmed his thoughts out
loud, "I remember."

"It sucks for reading though." Mitch added.

"How does that work?"

"I'll wilt pages and books if I hold them for too long. My hands get
sweaty."

"Really? Wow."

"Yeah it's kind of inconvenient."

"Mitch, do you wanna go upstairs?" Josh asked hesitantly.

"With your door open?"

"I think I learned my lesson about stupidly pushing too much. I just..I
just missed sleeping with you the last few nights. I was hoping that if
you're ok with it, we could just take a nap together. It's going to be a
week before we get another opportunity." An uncommon combination of slyness
and innocence passed over Josh's face when he said it.

Mitch, looking a little nervous and also giddy, glanced at the door leading
to the kitchen said "Think your dad will get mad?"

"At what? He said I can't have you over for the rest of the week or the
weekend. Today is still today and it's just a nap." Looking boyish,
mischievous, and possibly contemplating a little more than a nap, Josh
added, "Let's go."

And with that both boys snuck up the stairs as quickly and quietly as
possible. Josh led Mitch to his room, and Mitch was glad to see that the
sheets seemed clean. He didn't notice any obvious traces of the last time
he was in this room. Josh kicked off his tennis shoes, stretched out on his
bed, and yawned. Mitch caught his breath. Josh was practically bursting out
of his tee-shirt. His biceps, pecs, and shoulders stretched the fabric
almost to the breaking point. Mitch could almost see the muscles in his
thighs flex and tense.

**God! He's so beautiful.**

"Well come on stud. I won't bite unless you ask me to." Josh said with
half-closed eyes.

Mitch took of his shoes and the over-shirt he was wearing, remembering how
warm Josh was. He crawled into bed beside Josh, into his waiting arms and
facing away from him. Josh rested his arm over Mitch as they both settled
into position with a satisfied sigh. Mitch could feel Josh's breathing and
it relaxed him, making him sleepy.

Josh whispered into Mitch's ear "I missed this."

With eyes closed and voice low, Mitch answered, "I did too. You do make me
feel safe, Josh."

Josh squeezed him a little. "I'm sorry if..parts of me make this
uncomfortable."

Mitch was having a hard time concentrating on anything other than being
comfortable when he felt Josh growing against his back side. "I'm sorry if
parts of me grind back in my sleep."

Closing his eyes, Josh grinned. "Tease." He kissed Mitch on the head and
then on the neck before resting his head. "Let's get some sleep while we
can, love." The word still terrified and excited Mitch, but he did his best
to let it go before succumbing to a warm slumber.


Steven was entering the kitchen when he heard Angela chuckling and saying
"So really when you think about it, the concept of a flux capacitor is kind
of ridiculous."

Karen looked at her husband with desperation in her eyes. "Steven! I'm glad
to see you. How was your day?" The unmistakable message of 'help me' was
across her face.

He chortled a little, understanding the message loud and clear. " My day
was great, kind of. I landed two new accounts, and then I came in to find
the boys making out on the couch."

"That was fast." Karen smiled glancing at Angela, who smiled back.

"Honey, I watch football with the guys on that couch."

"So?"

"And now I'm going to have to think about my son making out with his
boyfriend while I reach for a high five."

Karen scowled gently at her husband. "What makes you so sure that they
would mind that idea?"

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm just saying is all. That newer one, what is he? 25 maybe? He might as
well be a model and I've never heard him talk about a girlfriend. Have
you?"

"Well no, but that doesn't mean anything. Not everyone talks about their
bedroom at work. And since when do you notice models or my co-workers."

Karen gave him a hard stare. "Look me in the eye and tell me you've never
noticed one of the women at my office and that your work buddies never talk
about their latest conquests."

"Ok, fine you're right. It's a little weird, and sometimes we give him a
hard time about it, but that doesn't mean he's gay."

"Uh huh, and I assume you'll feign ignorance about him flirting with Josh
when *the guys* come over to watch football?"

"What!?" disbelief and shock rang in his voice "I don't believe that."

Karen chuckled. "Ok, believe what you want, but slip the fact that Josh has
a boyfriend into a conversation sometime and see how he reacts."

Steven found all of this very hard to believe and harder to deal with. He
loved Josh, and knowing he was gay didn't change that at all. Knowing how
to treat him or talk to him when it came to relationships was another
matter. Previous to Josh coming out, he would have never guessed that his
son was gay. It was slowly dawning on him that any of his clients,
co-workers, or friends could be gay and just not mentioning it. The thought
weirded him out. It wasn't even the fact that two guys were together that
bothered him. The idea that someone who saw him on a regular basis could
keep a secret like that. He rethought his reaction at seeing Mitch and Josh
on the couch and was proud his son felt open enough to do something like
that. It would still take a little getting used to.

Angela had been watching the exchange with the same rigor that she used in
all her studies. She wasn't quite sure how she and Mitch's father were
going to interact, but she was fairly certain that it wouldn't be the same
as the Benson's.

"Angela, I just thought about this, you probably don't have your kitchen
unpacked. Do you and Mitch want to have dinner with us tonight?" Karen said
turning away from her husband.

"I don't have the kitchen unpacked, as a matter of fact, but it wouldn't
matter anyway. Daniel, Mitch's dad, should be in town by Thursday. For the
safety and well-being of the family we agreed long ago that he would cook
and I would clean up. I had planned to become familiar with the local
restaurants until then" She responded, lamenting her lack of culinary
skills.

A look of sympathy, or was it pity, crossed Karen's face "Well you should
definitely have dinner with us tonight then."

"If you insist, but Mitch and I will help with the dishes."

Steven cleared his throat and spoke up. "I kind of told Josh that he
couldn't go out or have anyone over for the week or weekend as punishment
for skipping class and practice."

Karen's eyes narrowed a little as she looked at him. "You know the coach is
going to punish me too, right?"

"He should."

Karen sighed. "Steven, he was just trying to find Mitch. He honestly
thought Mitch was going to go off and do something rash. Do you really want
to punish your son for being a concerned human being?"

"I can't very well go back on what I've said." He replied, thinking it was
the final statement that needed to be made.

"Fine. He can't have Mitch over, but I can. I've invited them both, not
Josh. So we all win." She smiled sweetly.

Steven knew there was no arguing with her on this point. "Fine. I'll go let
them know." He turned and walked out of the room, almost pouting. Less than
10 second passed before he came back. "They're gone."

"They're gone?"

"Yes."

"Where did they go."

"How should I know? Karen, this is getting a little out of control."

"Oh hush. You're a little out of control." She said slapping him on the
shoulder lightly as she brushed past him, sighing "Here, let me handle it."

Karen left the kitchen and confirmed that both boys were gone. Shaking her
head she went up stairs and paused to listen at Josh's open door. She
thought she heard breathing, but nothing more. She peeked in and saw Josh
holding Mitch, both of them asleep. She looked at them for a little
while. Both boys looked so peaceful, almost angelic. It struck her how
young they both looked. She wasn't sure but she thought she caught either
or both of the boys moving their hips, but everyone moves when they sleep.

She walked in and wrote a note on Josh's desk in case they woke up before
dinner was ready. She set the note gently next to Josh without thinking. He
could sleep like a log, but she hadn't considered that Mitch might be a
light sleeper.

When Karen returned to the kitchen she found Angela explaining how the
microwave worked to Steven, who was very glad to see his wife. "And?"

"They're in Josh's room, asleep."

"Asleep? they're sleeping together?"

"Yes, they're fully clothed, above the sheets, and sound asleep. I think
the stress wore them both out."

Steven had his own ideas about what activities could have worn them
out. "If he were up there taking a nap with a girl in his bed, what would
you do?"

Karen rolled her eyes a little. "They're not doing anything. If you want,
I'll go into detail about the things we did at their age when your parents
were in the house, but it might embarrass our guest."

Steven flushed a deep crimson for a moment, "Fine. They can sleep." He said
leaving for the living room. Karen waited for the tv to turn on before
laughing. Angela added her own chuckle.

Sometime later, Mitch woke up but didn't open his eyes. Josh was still
holding him. He concentrated on the feeling of it, and then the smell of
Josh. His aftershave was a little cloying but not bad. It mingled with his
deodorant and underneath it all was just the smell of Josh that sent
excited feelings throughout Mitch's body.

"So you're awake." Mitch heard Josh say quietly.

Mitch opened his eyes and couldn't help but smile. "How did you know?"

**The same way he knows half the things he isn't supposed to, idiot. Just
accept it.**

"I've been watching you sleep for about 5 minutes now. Your breathing
changed." Josh brought his arm away from Mitch to stretch a little. When he
finished, Josh put his hand at Mitch's waist and untucked his shirt. In a
fluid motion, Josh's leg wrapped around Mitch, he put his hand under
Mitch's shirt rubbing his chest, getting ready to tweak a nipple, and
started kissing Mitch's neck.

Mitch didn't know his cock could get that hard that fast. He gasped when
Josh started playing with his nipple. All the while, Josh had been griding
his own erection into Mitch's ass. He managed to get out, "Now who's the
fucking tease?" in shallow breaths. "We can't do anything with your parents
here."

As quickly as he started, Josh stopped. Mitch turned over to meet him face
to face, and saw the smug grin on his boyfriend's face. "You're absolutely
right. You're having dinner with us, by the way. You and your mom. Looks
like my mom left me a note while we were asleep."

"Sounds good." Mitch replied as they both got up, separating in order give
their bulges a chance to stand down. The memory of Vanya in the janitor's
closet and its stress was laid to rest.

Dinner went well. And so did the first full week of school. The head
football coach did not kick Josh off the team, but he did make an example
of him through a strenuous series of push ups and laps after practice each
day that week. Mitch would like to say that he felt sorry for Josh, but he
got a thrill out of watching him. And while Mitch had been dreading seeing
Vanya after what happened, it wasn't much of an problem. The two never
seemed to be in the same place at the same time for very long.

Daniel, Mitch's father, came home to a surprise on Thursday when he had a
chat with his wife about how her week had been. He and Mitch had their own
chat that mostly consisted of Daniel telling him that he could come to him
with any problems even if he was embarrassed or felt like his parents
wouldn't understand; Daniel didn't know what else to say.

Life continued on for a month or so without incident. Mitch would go to
Josh's home games and cheer him on, though he had to have the crowd guide
him as to when he should actually be cheering. He joined the school's math
club, quickly becoming a star in his own right among the school's geekier
element. Josh and Mitch's relationship made a little bit of a splash, but
most people left it alone.

They remained close to each other whenever time permitted, which usually
meant their dates on the weekends. On the few occasions when they had
opportunities to explore each other, their time was often spent jacking
each other off, trying to prolong the moment as much as the other would
allow. Mitch became increasingly interested in attempting to go further,
but as amazing as Josh's cock was, it presented a certain challenge. By the
same token, Josh was eager to satisfy his own itch by having Mitch hard and
inside him, or vice versa, but he knew pushing Mitch would be unwise.

One day, a brief conversation changed everything.

Mitch was having lunch by himself in the cafeteria and reading a Lit
assignment.

"Hey Mitch. Mind if I sit down?" Vanya's voice broke Mitch's concentration
like a hammer smashing an ice cube.

Trying to keep cool, Mitch gave the only response he could think of. "Sure,
it's a free cafeteria."

Vanya sat down with his books and scooted a little closer to Mitch. In a
low voice he said, "Thanks for not telling Josh anything. At least I assume
you didn.t. He'd probably make a bigger deal out of it than it
needed. Anyway, I'm glad you found each other. I've never seen Josh
happier. I just wanted to say you're cool."

Mitch was silent for few moments, but nodded when Vanya was done. "I'm glad
I found him too."

Vanya gathered his books and got up. "See ya later."

Mitch nodded again, not feeling up to speaking. The awkwardness was too
uncomfortable for him. For the rest of the day, the events of that closet
experience haunted Mitch.  After school in Mitch's room, he couldn't help
but open up to Josh about how he was feeling.

"Josh I have to tell you something. It's about why I freaked out when we
first started seeing each other."

"Go ahead. You can tell me anything. " Josh said interested. He had been
interested in more details about that day, but didn't want to force it out
of Mitch.

Mitch took a deep breath, making eye contact with Josh, who seemed relaxed,
curious, and listening attentively. "That afternoon when you found me in
the wrong wing. I had been in a janitor's closet and...and I was looking
around when two people, two guys, came in and had sex."

Josh looked shocked, though maybe he shouldn't have. With the locker room
talk the way it was, those closets saw more action than honeymoon
suites. "Wow. Did they see you?"

Mitch glanced away, not able to look at Josh. "One did. Josh, it was
Vanya. I didn't know he saw me until he asked me not to tell you about it
as he was leaving. I can't keep this in any longer. I can't stand keeping
something from you, especially something about one of your friends."

Josh was frowning but otherwise didn't seem upset. "That s.o.b. he told
me.." Josh cut himself off

**Told you what?**

They sat in silence for a little while until Josh was finally ready to
talk. "Mitch, it's my turn to tell you something, and it's not good."

Mitch felt dizzy and warm but took slow deep breaths

"I lied to you. When we first talked, I lied to you. God this is hard."

Josh wasn't sure what he expected to see in Mitch's eyes, but he found
nothing, nothing at all starring back him. He was compelled to go on. "When
I came out I felt completely alone, like no one could possibly know what it
was like. One night when I was crying alone on the bleachers, Vanya
happened to be driving by and found me. He told me he knew what I was
feeling because he was Bi and felt like he could never tell anyone. We...we
were together that night. Vanya was my first time with anyone. We just
needed each other then." Josh had tears in his eyes.

Mitch's response was neutral, completely devoid of emotion. "Were there
other times you were with him?"

"No. Mitch.." Josh began, but couldn't continue. He wanted Mitch to yell at
him or hit him, or anything else. Instead Mitch sat still and silent, only
moving to cross his legs. After he couldn't stand the silence anymore, Josh
said, "Please Mitch, talk to me. Yell. Throw something at me."

When Mitch spoke he might as well have been talking to a bank teller or
librarian. His tone betrayed nothing of his feelings or that he had heard
anything of the last few minutes. "No. I won't. Right now you don't get to
make requests." Mitch paused a moment, considering his options. His voice
remaining disturbingly neutral. "Here's what I'm *not* going to do. I'm not
going to scream or throw a tantrum. I'm not going to play into whatever
high school dating drama you have playing out in your head right now. I
should really thank you. I've been kind of wandering around in this fucked
up state of fake, hazy bliss. I was lost but didn't mind. But right now,
everything's clear. I know exactly where am, what I'm doing, and what I'm
going to do. It's liberating, and the first thing I'm going to do is ask
you to leave. I'm sure I'll see you at school. There's no need to make
things hard for either one of us. It should be easy enough to avoid each
other. Give my regards to your parents." Mitch finished and turned around
in his desk.

Josh couldn't find a response. Crying, he got up and made his way for the
door. He heard something clank behind him as he was almost out of the
door. Mitch was working on homework at his desk, but a glance showed that
he had just thrown away the dice bag Josh had made for him.

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