A Night In Heaven
by Julien Gregg
Edited by Bruce
Copyright 2005 Julien Gregg
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OK, so you've already heard from me once. Do you remember
me? My name is Billy Campbell. Doesn't ring any bells? Come on! I'm not that
forgettable am I? OK, I'll give you more hints. I told you about what happened
between me and my brother, Harry, on the night of Storyville's huge
thunderstorm. Remember me now? Right, you only remember me having sex with
Harry. Don't lie. I know how you all are. Well, I've got another one for you.
Get your filthy minds out of the gutter! It doesn't have much of anything to
do with Harry this time.
Harry and I shared one night together, and even though it was awesome, it never happened again. We developed a really amazing comfortable relationship afterward, but nothing sexual ever happened between us again after that night. We'd snuggle together sometimes, but we never had sex. Disappointed? Perverts! All right, all right, calm down. I didn't mean it that way! It isn't that I didn't want to have sex with Harry again. The chance just never really presented itself again. Those nights when he'd climb into my bed to snuggle, all he ever talked about was this mystery guy he was seeing.
Now, I have tried and tried to find out who stole my little brother's heart, believe me. At first I thought it was Clay, but after talking with him, I learned that he was scrambling to figure out who the lucky bastard was, too. So, Clay wasn't the one, and he wasn't getting any sex out of Harry, either. Of course, he has no idea that Harry and I ever did anything at all. I surely didn't tell him, and I know Harry never told him. He didn't even know that I am gay.
Actually, I think Clay might be a little slow on the up-take in that department. I'm surprised that, being gay himself, he never picked up on the fact that I never had a girlfriend, always hung out with Danny and never took part in the playful banter that all the guys got into about big tits and sexy girls. For that matter, I wonder why Danny didn't pick up on it. I mean, I've lusted after him for so many years. You'd think he'd have figured it out at some point. He hadn't though, and that's what this whole thing is about.
Danny is like the coolest guy in the universe. No, I'm serious. After you read this, if you don't agree that he's Mr. Cool, then I'll kiss your ass for you. Seriously, if you don't think he is after reading this, come to Storyville and look for me. I'm not one to go back on my word, so don't worry about that. Let me get to telling you all about what happened, though. Here we go.
The sun was shining in my face as I opened my eyes, so I turned onto my side to give my eyes time to adjust to the light. I fully expected Harry to be in the bed across the room from me, but he wasn't. His bed was made, and I was alone in the room. He was always up earlier than me lately. I didn't think much about the fact that he wasn't there that morning. I had other things to tend to.
First, I pulled the cord to drop the blind on my window,
blocking the sun. The clock on my bedside table confirmed that it was only nine
o'clock. My youngest brother, Chad, was spending the summer with our cousin,
Chris. My mother was probably at work, and my father was either at work or in
the garage. Either way, I was alone in the house. I'd been dreaming about
Danny, so my morning erection as a bit more insistent than usual. I reached
under my sheet, into my boxers and wrapped my hand around it. I shivered as a
pulse of pleasure spread outward from my crotch.
Thinkin of Danny's sky blue eyes, his golden hair and his lithe swimmer's body, I pulled my erection through the fly of my boxers and wrapped my hand around it again. Danny occupied my thoughts just about every time I masturbated. I'd never fantasized about sex with him, though. I don't know why, but I just couldn't get my mind to produce images of us tangled together in twisted sheets, touching each other, wrenching pleasure and lust filled cries from the other. All I ever thought about were his hypnotizing eyes, his perfect smile and his sexually frustrating voice.
Danny had no idea what his voice could do a person when he spoke. Even when he said something simple or things he says all of the time can make my dick swell up to the point that it kind of hurts. He's got this sexy voice that just drives me completely wild. Am I in love with him? Probably. Do I have any chance with him? Doubtful. But I can still love him from afar, right? I'm going to.
Its not so bad, really. The only times I really want to cry myself to sleep is when he has a girlfriend. That really hurts. I know I'm a lovesick freak, but I can't help it. Believe me, if you knew Danny Sass, you'd be in love, too. What makes it worse is that he's completely clueless when it comes to how I feel about him. Sure, we're closer than most best friends, and he's even been known to use me as a pillow from time to time (this completely drives me crazy), but he doesn't understand that when he has his head on my stomach, I have to really concentrate on something else to keep my dick soft and my hands off of him. Its one of those things that are just totally amazing and completely horrible at the same time.
I pumped my fist over my erection slowly, thinking about that smile of his that makes my knees weak. I used the other hand to massage my balls as I thought about all of those horrible amazing times that I had his head on my stomach as we lounged in his tent either in his back yard or the lake. If only we'd ever made it to the lake without supervision, maybe I would have had the balls to at least tell him what having his head on my stomach was doing to me. You don't believe me? You're right. I'm a filthy little coward.
Sometimes he says things to me that just blow me away and terrify me all at the same time. For instance, he always says things like, "Let go of your dick and get over here." I mean, what's that? Does he know that I jack off and think about him at least twice a day? Nah, I don't think so. I mean, he'd surely say something about it if he did, right? I mean, what straight guy do you know that just takes it in stride when he knows that another guy thinks about him when he masturbates? Exactly.
I mean, how awesome would it be if he actually called and said something like, "So, you're hand is wrapped around your dick, right? Please tell me that you're thinking about me, Billy. Tell me that you're wishing that it was my hand on your dick, making you feel good. Tell me that, please." Hell, just thinking about that was enough of a mind game to cause a spontaneous eruption as my balls propelled cum up through the shaft of my dick and soaring high in the air above me to come down and splash onto my chest three times before the torpedo action slowed to a trickle, and my fingers and pubic hair is covered in that sexy smelling goo.
My body actually shook with each blast of cum from my balls,
and my entire body felt like I'd fallen into a huge vat of ecstasy. I nearly
screamed out that I was cumming when it happened. That would have been really
good for old man Hartman next door to hear, right? I mean, he's like a retired
Baptist minister, so wouldn't it just be a sign from God for him to hear his
seventeen year old neighbor screaming in the throws of a self induced orgasm?
Ha! He'd tell my parents that I'm a pervert and demand that the devil be whipped
from my body with switches. This, I'm certain of. Don't argue with me, either. I
mean, he's a Baptist!
Spent, I pushed thoughts of the evil Baptist minister and switches out of my mind as I did the best I could to clean myself up with the t-shirt I'd left on the floor beside my bed for just this purpose. Thank the stars that Mom doesn't do our laundry anymore! What a thrill she'd get from a cum stained t-shirt! Might as well hang out a sign for her, right? "Mom, I masturbated this morning, and it was fantastic!"
Any way, I got out of bed, checking the sheets to make sure I didn't make a mess on them, and deposited the shirt in the laundry hamper. The sheets were unmarred, so I didn't have to do more than remake my bed before I crossed to the dresser and got a clean pair of boxers and a pair of shorts. I was aware of the fact that my dick was still standing at attention when it should have been satisfied with the geyser that had erupted from it minutes before.
In the shower, I quickly soaped up and used my slippery hand to bring myself to the second orgasm of the day, coating the shower wall with another load of cum. Yeah, yeah, I hear you all. Get over it. I'm seventeen years old, and I'm a horny guy. Are you going to attempt to tell me that the rest of the seventeen year old guys in the world can't get off more than once in less than an hour? I didn't think so.
Stepping up the mirror in the bathroom, I checked my face. No need to shave that day, and I only glanced at the little hoop earrings in my ears. Those had caused quite a conversation when I'd come home from the mall the day Danny and I had decided to poke holes in our ears and fill them with metal. Let me tell you, my dad was completely un-thrilled with the concept. The reality had him saying words that I rarely ever hear come out of his mouth. Mom was better about it, but she wasn't exactly enthusiastic when she said that all boys did things their parents would never understand.
I couldn't stop myself from smiling as I thought about the heated conversation that we'd had that night as I walked out of the bathroom and started sorting through the t-shirts in my closet. I was pulling one over my head when the phone started to ring. I didn't have to be psychic to know who was calling. Harry wasn't home, and Clay rarely called him anymore, so that only left Danny.
"Hey," I said, answering his call.
"Dork," he said. "Get your hand off your dick and get over here."
"For your information, I'm putting my shoes on as we speak," I laughed. Told you he'd say something like that!
"Oh, you're fascination with your pubic region is over for
the day then?" he teased. "Get your butt over here."
"Again, shoes," I reminded him. "I'll be there as fast as I can."
"You have the car? I can come and get you if you want," he said.
"That's all right," I replied. "The car is here, and I'm sure Dad will let me have it for the day."
"When are your parents going to buy you a car? Hell, Harry will be sixteen in a few weeks, and then you'll both be fighting over the car," he laughed.
"Nah, Harry has Zach to drive him around when he wants to go anywhere," I said. "He's over at Zach and Sarah's most of the time anyway."
"What is up with that? I see Clay all the time, but he's always alone these days," said Danny. "Poor guy looks lost half the time."
"I don't know," I admitted. "Clay's supposed to be Harry's best friend, but lately, he's stuck to Zach and Sarah like glue. Maybe they're letting him get away with a bunch of crap he can't get away with at home or something."
"Whatever," he said. "Just get over here."
I hung up the telephone and bounced down the stairs. Grabbing a bottle of Sunny D from the fridge, I grabbed the keys to Dad's car off the pegboard and headed for the garage. Dad was sanding more wood for his boat when I walked in, but he stopped and smiled at me. He'd been working on that boat since I was fourteen years old. I wondered if he thought he'd ever get it finished.
"Hey," he said. "Your brother left with Zach around eight."
"Yeah," I said. "I was wondering if I could use the car for a while today."
"Sure," he replied. "Just make sure that you and Danny put gas in it before you come home."
"Will do," I said. "Thanks, Dad."
Ten minutes later, I was pulling in the driveway as Danny came out of the house. I saw Clay sitting on his front porch across the street, and I felt sorry for him. He really looked lonely. I was going to have to have a talk with Harry when I saw him next. The kid was ignoring his best friend, and that wasn't right. I'd thought that they would always be inseparable.
"Hey, dork," said Danny as I got out of the car.
"Eddie just left to hang out with Charlie, so we have the
house to ourselves."
"Where's your mom and dad?" I asked as I followed him back to the house.
"Work," he replied, stopping in front of the door. "Why don't we just have Clay hang out with us for a while today?"
"Sounds fine with me," I said, thinking that with the two of them, I'd be on sensory overload all day long.
Clay was a sexy little guy, and I couldn't understand why my brother was ignoring him. He was about as tall as me with buzzed blond hair and chocolate brown eyes. He always kind of looks sad, but when he smiles, I swear his whole face lights up. Its really sexy. I could feel my dick threatening to wake up again just thinking about his sexy smile.
"Hey, Clay," yelled Danny. "Why don't you come over here for
a while? It beats the shit out of sitting there by yourself."
He hopped off his porch and trotted across the street, and I about fell over when I noticed the lump moving back and forth in his soccer shorts as he ran. The kid wasn't wearing underwear under the shorts, and his dick was really having a time. He had on a tight t-shirt that showed off his muscular torso, too. I had to look away from him, because my dick was really threatening to stand up and say howdy to him.
He thanked us for inviting him over, and for the next hour or
so, we sat in Danny's living room. We watched MTV and drank almost all of the
soda in his kitchen. Occasionally, Danny would comment on a woman in a
video, and Clay and I would smile at him, but neither of us said anything about
any of the people in the video. I noticed that Clay was watching me while he
thought I wasn't paying attention, and I had to try really hard not to smile or
look at him.
"Where's Harry today? I haven't heard from in a few days," he said finally.
"He's at Zach and Sarah's today," I said, turning to look at him.
He put his head down slightly, and I could easily see the disappointment in his eyes. I was really going to have a talk with Harry when I saw him. The poor guy really missed him, and I didn't think it was right for Harry to blow him off all of the time. Clay had never done anything to deserve this treatment, and I found myself feeling sorry for the guy.
He excused himself a little while later, thanking us for
hanging out with him. He said that he had to be ready for his dad to pick him
up, so I didn't try to talk him out of leaving. I was sure that he was leaving
because he was upset about Harry, but I didn't mention anything. I did notice
that Danny watched him leave and didn't say a word until the door was close with
Clay on the other side of it. He looked at me and sighed.
"Dude, what's Harry's problem?"
"No clue," I shrugged. "But I'm going to find out. That's supposed to be his best friend."
"If you ever do some shit like that to me, I'll pound you," threatened Danny.
"I'd never do something like that," I said. "I go nuts if I don't talk to you at least once a day."
"Lovin on me?" He laughed with a silly grin on his face. For a second, I felt like a trapped animal facing a predator.
"Pervert," I laughed nervously.
"I seriously would come unglued if you pulled some shit like that with me, Billy Boy," he said, getting up to go back to the kitchen for more soda.
"Do you tease me on purpose?" I asked before I could stop myself. I hadn't even realized that those words were even in my head. I was terrified of what that question would spark. A conversation that I'd sworn I would never have with him was what I was fearing was coming.
"What do you mean?" He asked, stopping in the doorway and turning to look at me.
"You always tell me to get my hand off my dick," I replied, confusing myself as to why I was still talking. Was I really going to come out to him? "You're always saying something like that to me. You make it sound like you think I'm in love with you."
"Billy, I . . ." he stopped. He walked back into the living room and sat down on the couch beside me.
We were both quiet for a few minutes. I don't know what was
going through his head, but I was scared to death. I knew that this conversation
was far from over, and he was going to want to know why his comments bothered me
so much. I knew that he wasn't trying to tease me. At least, I thought I knew he
wasn't trying to tease me. Did he know the truth about me? Were his comments
only masked as playful banter when they were really an attempt to get me to tell
him the truth? Was he actually trying to trick me?
My heart was racing in my chest, and I kept wiping my sweaty palms on my shorts. The more I thought about it, I did kind of believe that he knew about me and was trying to get me to tell him. I couldn't believe that he'd do something like that, but that's what it seemed like as I thought about it. It was completely irrational, but I didn't think of that at the time. All I could think about was that my best friend in the whole world was trying to trick me into outing myself. It made my skin crawl.
"You know, don't you?" I finally asked, breaking the silence between us.
"Know what, Billy? I didn't know I was making you uncomfortable. We've talked like that to each other since we were twelve. What bothers you about it all of a sudden?" he asked.
"If you know already, then why don't you just tell me, Danny?" I asked, getting angry. This was getting out of hand, and I didn't know how to stop it. I'd been afraid of him figuring out that I was gay for so long, and paranoia was making me nuts. Even as that thought ran through my head, I couldn't stop. "Just tell me."
"Tell you what, Billy?" He asked, turning his body so that he
was facing me. "What did I do?"
"I've been trying so hard not to slip up in front of you for so long," I said. "Every time I caught myself before I said something that would give my secret away, I was so scared that you would hate me. This whole time, I've been trying so hard not to let you find out, and you have known all along?"
"Known what?" He asked, and I could hear genuine confusion in his voice, but I couldn't stop my mind from going into overdrive.
"You think this is funny, don't you?" I demanded, turning to look at him. "You do it to pick on me, right? Pick on the fag. I get it, Danny. I understand now. What I don't understand is why you even have anything to do with me at all if you think I'm such a pervert."
"Whoa," he said, putting his hand on my arm, but I jerked away from him. "Billy, did you just say that you're gay?"
"Don't try to change the subject," I snapped, completely unaware of what I was saying or why. "You knew all this time, and instead of telling me, you decided to make fun of me. Did you think I would never figure it out? I'm slow sometimes, Danny, but I'm not stupid. I can't believe you would do that."
"Do what?" He cried. "Billy, I don't have any idea what you're talking about. I didn't know about this. I swear. I'm a little blown away by it, but I swear I would never make fun of you for anything, Billy. You have to believe me."
"I'm leaving," I said, getting up off of the couch and walking to the door. "I can't believe I've been so stupid all this time."
"Billy, wait," he said, getting up to follow me as I waked out the front door. I was just shutting the car door when he walked up to the car. "Billy, please."
On some level, I knew that I was being completely retarded, and I could see the confusion and fear on his face. He really hadn't known. I'd just made a complete idiot out of myself, and now I was embarrassed beyond relief. I had to get out of there. I had to get away from him, and fast. I sped out of the driveway, nearly crunching Clay's dad's car in the process.
I sped off while Danny stood there watching me leave. I couldn't believe that I'd done it. I'd outed myself, because I let one stupid little thought fester in my mind until it opened a whole rotten trench of the same kinds of thoughts. I'd just accused my best friend of taunting me, and he'd had no clue. I drove home mentally kicking myself. I'd probably just completely ruined my friendship with Danny, and it was because of my own stupid mind going off the deep end.
I thought about all of the things I'd accused him of while I put gas in the car. How I even remembered to stop at the gas station is beyond me. I guess I wasn't that far off in mental Hell to forget my dad's request. I was such an idiot. I couldn't believe I'd said all of that. What a way to come out of the closet! If he decided to spread the word about me, I'd only have myself to blame for it.
When I pulled into the driveway at the house, I was stunned to see Danny's truck sitting in front of the house. He was sitting behind the wheel, staring at me as I parked the car. He didn't get out of the truck until I got out of the car. I didn't know what to say to him, and I didn't understand why he was there. I'd just basically accused him of being the biggest asshole on the face of the planet, and here he was. Had he come to yell at me? If he had, I deserved it.
"Don't ever do that to me again," he said hotly when we were
standing in front of each other. "You can't just lay something like that on me
and then run off like that, Billy."
"Look," I sighed. "I understand if you hate me, and I won't bother you or anything. I'm going to go in the house. You can leave, and you never have to talk to me again."
With that said, I turned on my heel and went into the house. I was shocked beyond what electricity could do to me when he followed me into the house. My dad was sitting in the living room, and he smiled at us when we came in. I handed him his keys and prayed that Danny wouldn't say anything in front of him. I knew I'd been a scummy friend, but I really would die if he told my dad that I was gay.
To make matters worse, my mother came out of the kitchen.
She'd come home from work while I was at Danny's, and the first thing she did
when she saw us there was ask questions. I thought for sure that Danny would
blurt it all out at any moment, and I was about to freak out.
"Where were you?" She asked me. "Danny's been sitting out there for a few minutes. Your father told me that you went to Danny's."
"I stopped to put gas in the car," I replied quickly.
"I just headed straight over here and waited for him," added Danny, and I nearly fell over when he spoke. I was so sure that he would just out me then and there.
"Well, at least you remembered to put gas in the car," she
said. "Danny, are you staying for supper?"
"No, Ma'am," he replied. "I have to be home when my folks get home."
"I'm going to my room," I said, thinking of escaping what I thought would quickly become a war zone if I stayed in front of my parents much longer.
"Thanks for inviting me, Lindy," said Danny as he followed me up the stairs.
"Why are you still here?" I asked when he closed my bedroom door after we'd reached the room. "I told you that I won't bother you anymore."
"Billy, shut up," he said, shoving me back until I sat on my bed. He sat down on the edge of Harry's bed and glared at me. "I'm pissed at you, you know?"
"Look," I said, "you don't have to worry . . ."
"I said, shut up," he said. "I have a few things to say to you, Billy, and you're going to listen. First, I have never tried to tease you for anything since we've known each other. If I ever did tease you, it was always in fun. I never tried to make you uncomfortable, ever. Second, that was a lousy way to tell me that you're gay. I'm your best friend, and I think you could have come up with a better way. To think that you thought I already knew and would use that against you just shows me that you're not thinking.
"I don't care about you being gay," he continued. "What I care about is that you actually thought I was teasing you about it. I didn't know, and even if I had suspected, which I didn't, I wouldn't have teased you about it. I thought you knew me better than that."
He was quiet for a while, and I waited to make sure that he
didn't have more to say. Everything he said made me feel like an idiot. Of
course I knew that he didn't know, and he would never try to tease me. At the
time, I was going insane from thoughts that he'd figured me out, though. I
scared the crap out of myself, and I took it out on him like a real freak.
"Look," I sighed when I was sure he was finished, "I'm sorry about all of that, Danny, I really am. My mind went north for a little while, and I freaked out."
"But have I ever done anything, said anything, to make you think that I would taunt or tease you? I have never even said anything about gay people in my life. Until now, I never knew any," he said.
"So, you're not disgusted because I'm gay?"
"Jesus, Billy, are you listening? I just said I don't care
about that," he said. "I'm a little worried about why you thought you couldn't
tell me until you thought I was ripping on you, though."
"I was scared, Danny," I replied.
"Scared I buy," he said. "Just don't hide anything else from
"OK," I sighed, thinking that if I was in for a pinch, I might as well be in for a pound. "I have something to say to you that you're probably not going to like."
"What?" He asked. "Remember, I don't care about the gay thing."
"But you might care about this," I said.
"Don't try to think for me, Billy," he said. "Just tell me what's going on."
"I think I'm in love with you," I blurted, and I immediately wished I could take the words back. So many things crossed his face after I'd said the words. He looked confused for a second, scared the next and then he just looked sad. That was the look I hated. It was as if I could see our friendship ending in that look. He couldn't handle it. He'd demanded that I not keep any more secrets from him, but when I'd told him the only secret I had left, he looked sad.
My stomach tried to fold in on itself as he looked at me with that sad look. I wished that he would say something. Anything would be better than that silent, sad stare that he gave me. He could handle the fact that I'm gay, but he couldn't handle the fact that I thought I was in love with him. He could have at least said that much. Instead he just gave me that look, and I wanted to crawl into a hole and die for making him look that way.
Just then, Harry barged into the room. He seemed oblivious to the way that Danny was looking at me as well as to the glare I gave him for intruding on what should have been a private conversation. Not that we were actually saying anything at that moment. It was more like a staring match. He had that sad look, and I know I had a pleading look on my face.
"I've got to go," Danny said, standing up so fast that I
cringed. "Harry, you should really call Clay and hang out with him some time.
The boy really misses you."
"Yeah, thanks, Danny," said Harry as he pulled his t-shirt over his head and dropped it into the hamper beside the dresser.
"Later, guys," said Danny. "Billy, I'll talk to you on Saturday."
And then he was gone. I just flung myself back on my bed and sighed. I couldn't believe that any of this had happened. I'd just killed my friendship with my best friend. Danny was the one I told just about everything that ever happened. He was the one I spent all of my time with. Why did I have to open my mouth and screw everything up?
"What's with you?" asked Harry as he stared at me.
"Nothing," I sighed, getting up again. "I think I just killed
my friendship with Danny."
"You told him, didn't you?"
"I told him that I'm gay," I said and then started to laugh. "Well, I accused him of already knowing that I'm gay and teasing me about it."
"Smooth," laughed Harry. "Next you'll be telling him you've got a thing for him."
"Yeah, about that," I said slowly.
"You didn't," he breathed. "You're crazy, you know that? What did he say?"
"He said for you to call Clay, and then he left," I replied, feeling like complete crud. "That's what he said."
"Oh, man," breathed Harry. "That really sucks."
"Yeah," I sighed, sitting down again.
"Well, Mom wants us downstairs for supper," he said, pulling another shirt over his head. "See you in a bit."
He left me alone after that, and I could hear him bounding down the stairs shortly after the door closed. I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair as I sat there on the edge of my bed, thinking about what I'd done. Why did I even start thinking about any of that to begin with? It wasn't like he'd said anything that he hadn't said a million time before. I'd always known he wasn't teasing me then, so what made today different? I had no answers. All I knew was that I'd lost my best friend because I couldn't keep my mouth shut.
When I got downstairs for supper, my day got worse. Before I even realized what I was walking into, I confronted with Aunt Maude. What was she doing there? She was supposed to be in Carbondale for some occult thing. What was even more unreal was that Harry was seated at the dining room table beside her, and they looked like they were having a grand conversation. Harry had always been kind of scared of Aunt Maude. What was going on?
"William," she said when she looked up and found me standing in the doorway, "come and sit. Your mother has made us a feast."
"Hello, Aunt Maude," I said, trying my very best to pretend to be happy to see her. The truth of the matter was that the woman still gave me the creeps.
"I've stopped to pick up Harold and Chadwin," she said as I
took my seat across the table from her. "They'll be staying with me for a few
days. Harold has been kind enough to offer to help me clean out my attic. Isn't
"That was very nice of Harry," I replied. "Chad is going to help, too?"
"Oh, Chadwin is going to spend some time with Christopher," she explained. "The two are getting along famously."
I looked at Chad, who was sitting on her other side, and he beamed a smile at me like he was pulling one over on me or something. Like I cared that he and our cousin, Chris, were getting along. At least I wouldn't be trapped in a car with Aunt Maude for several hours. When I looked at Harry, he seemed to be excited about his pending time with Aunt Maude. The two went right back to whispering to each other. This went on throughout supper, and no one, other than me, seemed to notice anything out of the ordinary.
My mother asked me what I'd be doing over the course of the next few days, and I told her that I'd probably be sticking close to the house. She asked about Danny, and I nearly choked on my roast beef. I remembered at the last minute that Danny would be off with Eddie, his brother, until Saturday afternoon. I told her that. In truth, I didn't even know if Danny and I would speak to each other on Saturday. I really did think that he was finished with me.
After supper, we all said goodbye to my brothers and Aunt Maude. I wasn't shocked to hear that the other person who offered to help clean Aunt Maude's attic was Zach. The fact that Harry spent just about every waking moment with Zach wasn't lost on me, either. I wondered just what was so special about that guy. He was married to our cousin, Sarah, and ever since they'd moved into the house two blocks away, Harry had nearly dropped Clay completely and stopped spending more than nights at home.
I didn't dwell on that, though. As soon as they were gone, my parents announced that they were going to a movie. I was left alone in the house, and I had nothing to do to celebrate it. Not that I wanted to celebrate anything in the mood I was currently in. Instead, I went upstairs to my room and sat at the computer. I turned on all of my messengers and then went to Nifty to read a few stories. I thought they might take my mind off of things.
I read a story that sounded a lot like what happened between me and Danny that day, and the story turned out to have the two friends in bed having sex. It made me feel better at first, but then I felt depressed as I thought that this would never happen between me and Danny. I left the story site and joined the "secret" chat room I'm usually in when I'm alone.
I noticed a bunch of names in the list, but no one was really talking. That wasn't out of the ordinary. People rarely said anything in the main room. Most of them were off in private messages. Then I found a name in the list that struck my attention. The name was ClayBoy16, and I immediately thought of my brother's best friend, Clay. I clicked on the user's profile and was shocked to see Clay's face looking back at me. I decided that after coming out to Danny, my straight best friend, it wouldn't be any worse to come out to Clay, Harry's kind of ex lover. I clicked on his name and a window opened.
"Boo," I typed and waited for his response. I was sure that he would check my profile and discover who I was. My picture was also on my profile.
"Who are you?" he replied.
"You didn't check my picture?" I asked.
"This isn't funny," came his response. "Harry, if this is you trying to use Billy's profile, he's going to be pissed when he finds out."
"I'm not Harry," I typed. "I'm Billy."
"Yeah, right," he replied.
"Harry is in a car with my Aunt Maude and Chad, bound for Carbondale for a few days," I typed.
"You know, this isn't funny," he repeated.
"Clay, you sat with me and Danny today and watched videos," I typed. "You asked me about Harry, and I told you he was at Zach and Sarah's."
"So, Billy told you I asked about you, and now you're making fun of me?" he replied.
"Clay, do you want me to come over to your house and prove that its really me?" I typed. "I don't have the car, but I can walk it and be there in like twenty minutes."
"Whatever," he replied. "I don't believe you any way."
Then I had an idea. I clicked on my settings and turn on my web cam. Once I was satisfied with the lighting, I told Clay to view the cam and see for himself that I was, in fact, me. He refused to view the cam for a minute and continued to ask me questions that he thought only Billy would know. I didn't know what else to do to convince him that I was really me.
"Just click on the cam, Clay," I typed. "I can't magically be
someone I'm not."
He didn't respond for a few minutes, but I knew what he was doing. I got the message that someone was trying to view my cam, so I authorized him. It took a few minutes to load for him, and I wondered what he would say when saw that it really was me. I chuckled to myself as I thought about what his reaction to finding out that I'm gay would be.
"Holy shit!" he messaged. "Billy, do you know what room
"LOL," I replied. "Yes, I know what room I'm in. Don't worry about that."
"Please don't say anything to anyone about this," he messaged, and I could just imagine the panic he was experiencing.
I hadn't thought about what he would think about me discovering that he was gay. I'd only thought about letting him find out about me. I had to think fast in order to come up with the right words to type to let him know that his secret was more than safe with me. I started to type four times and had to backspace and get rid of my text before I finally just told him the truth.
"I already knew about you, Clay," I typed. "Harry doesn't keep secrets from me. Don't worry, though. If I told anyone about you, then you could tell everyone about me, too."
"You're gay?" he messaged.
"Yes, I am," I replied. "I don't know why Harry never told you that."
Actually, I did know why Harry hadn't told Clay about me. He hadn't told him, because he'd have had to tell him how he knew about it. Sure, he could have said that I told him, but Harry wasn't a liar. He would have had to tell Clay that I fucked him, and that's how he found out that I was gay. I could tell Clay that Harry told me about him, because he actually had told me about Clay. Well, he'd only said that he and Clay had been having sex.
Another thing about what I'd just told Clay bothered me. I told him that Harry didn't keep secrets from me. That was true until recently. Now he wouldn't tell me who this mystery guy was that he was so hooked on. I didn't want to tell Clay that. I was pretty sure that Clay had feelings for Harry that ran a bit deeper than friendship, so the last thing I wanted to do was break the guy's heart by telling him that Harry had found someone else.
"Oh, man," he messaged. "This is blowing my mind. I can't
believe that Harry never told me."
"Well, now you know," I typed. "You're the third person in the world to find out about me."
"Who else knows?" he asked.
"I told Danny today, but it didn't go very well," I typed.
We chatted back and forth for a while, and I told him all about what had happened with Danny. He told me that Danny probably just needed some time to think about what I'd said. The only part that I'd left out was what I'd said to Danny about the part where I told him that I thought I was in love with him. I was a little too embarrassed about that to tell Clay about it.
We got to talking about how much he missed Harry, and he told me that he and Harry had been having sex. I admitted that I already knew that, but he didn't seem to mind that. I asked him if he had deeper feelings for Harry, and he admitted that he'd thought so at first, but now he just missed his friend. He told me that they'd always hung out together, which I knew, and now he just felt left behind.
I felt sorry for him and told him that he could hang out with me any time he wanted. In fact, I asked him if he wanted to come over and hang out that night. He asked about Danny, and I told him that Danny was with Eddie, and I was home alone for a while. I even told him to ask his mother if he could spend the night. I was sure that my parents wouldn't mind. They never said no to Danny or Clay when we asked for one of them to spend the night. They might wonder why I was suddenly spending time with Harry's friend instead of my own, but I'd deal with that if they asked about it.
"I can't believe that you're gay," he said when we were sitting in my room after he'd arrived. His mother had agreed to let him spend the night, and Clay had told me that he hadn't even mentioned that he was going to be staying with me instead of Harry. We were sitting on my bed with me at one end against the head board and him at the other.
"Well, I think I'm starting to get comfortable with other
people knowing," I replied. "I mean, after Danny's reaction, things can't get
"What about your parents?" He asked. "Are you going to tell them?"
"I think I'll wait until I'm in college to tell my parents," I laughed. "I said I was getting comfortable with other people knowing. My parents are more than other people."
"I still can't believe that Harry never even dropped a hint that you were gay," he said. "Even after we'd talked about you and Danny both, he never said a word."
"What about me and Danny?" I asked, getting very interested in what Harry had actually said to Clay about me and Danny. I remembered when he'd called Danny my boyfriend, but he'd said he didn't mean it.
"Well, he thinks Danny's gorgeous," he replied. "I admitted
that I had a little crush on you."
That statement threw me completely. Never mind Harry thinking Danny is gorgeous. He's completely right about that. Clay had just said that he had a little crush on me! That was the part of the statement that I was stuck on. Here he was, this hot sixteen year old boy with those sad brown eyes and that sexy smile, and he said that he had a crush on me. I didn't understand. I mean, I won't be all modest here. I look OK, but I'm nothing next to Danny. I could see Harry's attraction to Danny, but Clay was attracted to me? It just didn't compute.
I was shocked to find that my dick was excited about his confession. It wasn't hard, but it definitely wasn't soft, either. I looked at him for a moment as I thought about the fact that he'd always just been Harry's friend Clay to me. Until that very day, I hadn't even really thought about how attractive he really was. As I've already pointed out Clay has a very sexy smile, and his eyes always look so sad. Its the kind of look that makes you want to wrap him in your arms and make him feel better.
"Maybe I shouldn't have told you that," he said, looking uncomfortable as I stared at him.
"No, I'm glad you did," I said quickly. "It just took me by surprise."
"I didn't mean to make you think I was going to . . ."
"Clay, relax," I said, grabbing his hand. "Its OK, really. I was just surprised. I think you're a sexy guy, Clay. I was just shocked that you think I'm attractive."
"You think I'm attractive?" He asked, and there was a stunned
look on his face.
"Hell yes," I said. "Clay, you're gorgeous. You've got blond hair that shines in the light. Your eyes always make you look like you're on the verge of crying, and when you smile, I can't even describe that smile of yours."
"Wow," he said, smiling. "Thanks."
"What I can't figure out, is why you think I'm more attractive than Danny," I told him honestly.
"What?" He laughed. "Come on. Danny's a nice looking guy, but you're way better looking."
"No, I'm not," I said, smiling at him. "Danny's got that killer body, blond hair and he's way better looking than I am."
"To you, maybe," Clay said seriously. "Billy, you've got an amazing body. Your body is way better than Danny's. Yeah, he's got blond hair, but I don't like blond hair. I like dark hair like yours. I can't tell you all the reasons why I think you're hotter than Danny. I just do."
"Well, I'm flattered," I said, smiling at him. "I think you're a sexy guy, yourself."
"But you don't want me, right?" He asked with a disappointed look in those sad eyes of his.
I didn't know how it happened, but I had so many thoughts running through my head after he said that. I thought about Danny first, and I thought that the fact that I'd told him that I thought I was in love with him would make me feel guilty about the way that Clay was turning me on. I was a bit shocked that I didn't feel guilty at all. In that very moment I realized that I did love Danny. I loved him like the best friend that he was. I realized that I could never fantasize about anything sexual with Danny, because what I felt for him was nothing more than affection. I didn't want to have sex with Danny.
Clay, on the other hand, had my mind cluttered with images of what I wanted to do to him and have him do to me. I was almost completely blown away by the realization that I did want to have sex with Clay. Even more shocking was that I didn't want it to be a one time thing, either. I wanted him all right. I wanted him exactly the way I'd thought I wanted Danny. It wasn't love. I'm not that stupid. No, it wasn't love, but I was sure that it could be one day.
Instead of answering his question, I leaned forward slowly until our faces were merely centimeters apart. When I felt my own lips brush against his, I closed my eyes and put my arms around his body, dragging him closer. It was difficult with him sitting the way he was, but he didn't take long to understand what I wanted. Then we were on the edge of the bed as close together as we could be. My arms were still around him, and his arms slipped around my neck as he started to kiss me back.
Leaving one hand around his torso, I used my other hand to
slip under his t-shirt and rub his abdomen and chest. When I got to his tight
little nipples, I made sure to spend ample amounts of attention on each one.
He moaned against my mouth in response to the attention I was giving those
nipples. I used my other hand to grip the back of his t-shirt as I slid the
other back down his stomach and gripped the front. He understood as soon as I
started to pull the shirt up his torso. He lifted his arms, breaking the kiss we
were sharing to let me pull that shirt over his head and off of him.
I kissed his bare neck and left a trail of kisses from his neck to his chest. Using my tongue, I went back to paying attention to his nipples, one at a time. I could feel his body shake, and I could hear his heavy breathing as I pushed him with my head until he was lying back on the bed with me crouching over him, connected to his left nipple.
Once he was lying back, I decided that I wanted to see all of him. I never let go of his nipple, but I used my hands to grip the top of his soccer shorts. I slid them down as he lifted his ass off of the bed to allow me to slid them down his hips. Finally letting go of my assault on his nipple, I pulled his shorts down his legs and off of him. I was right about my earlier assumption. He wasn't wearing underwear under the shorts, and I got my first look at his dick and balls as he lay there, looking up at me.
I started kissing his stomach as I wrapped my hand around his erect dick and heard him sigh. I stroked his dick as I kissed my way around his navel in a circle. I slowly inched my kisses lower and lower on his abdomen until my nose was in his pubic hair. He smelled of soap and fabric softener, but when I let my tongue delve into the dense patch of hair, he tasted awesome.
Going completely by things that I'd read in stories on the Nifty Archive, I moved off of the bed until I was kneeling between his spread legs. I started with his balls, lightly running my tongue over them as I continued to stroke his dick. He was panting now, and I slowly and carefully took one of his balls into my mouth, trying to run my tongue around it. I repeated the action with the other before letting his scrotum fall from my lips as I ran my tongue up the underside of the shaft of his dick, moving my hand off of him.
As I reached the head of his dick, I used both hands to rub his stomach and chest as far as I could reach up his body. I trapped the head of his dick between my lips and lifted his dick straight up as I ran my tongue over the flesh between my lips. Here, he tasted even more amazing. He was moaning softly, so I knew that he was enjoying my efforts. I slowly inched my way down the shaft of his dick, applying light suction as I went. He hissed as the head of his dick bumped the back of my throat. I was no expert at the time, having never actually sucked a dick in my life, so I couldn't get him in my throat. Instead, I backed off just as slowly as I'd made my way down.
After repeating that action a few times, he started to pull at me until I let his dick escape my lips and slid up his body to bring my lips to his for another kiss. He hungrily explored the inside of my mouth with his tongue, trying to curl it around mine as he did so. I started to grind my pelvis against his naked dick, and he moaned into my mouth again, holding me tightly in his arms.
"I want you naked now," he whispered as he broke the kiss. "I want to suck your dick, too."
I wasted little time complying with his wish to have me
naked, shucking my shirt with lightning speed as he watched. There was a new
look in those brown eyes of his. No longer were they sad. Now they looked hungry
and excited. I quickly peeled my shorts off, making sure to include my boxers
until I stood before him completely naked. His eyes drank in the sight of me,
and I felt my dick strain in the most amazing erection I'd ever had.
I crawled around on the bed until my crotch was in his face and his dick was staring me in the face. Pulling him over onto his side, I slid his dick back into my mouth. I nearly choked on him when I felt his mouth on my dick. I'd never had anyone suck my dick before, and this was amazing. My one sexual experience with Harry hadn't included oral sex, but I was sure that Clay was a pro by the way he had me on the edge of orgasm within seconds.
He seemed to know the effect he was having on me, because he let go of my dick and started to lick my balls. I let his dick fall from my lips to moan, and then another idea from Nifty occurred to me. I strained to get to his balls, and he spread his legs wider to allow me access, and I could hear his breath hitch when I passed his balls and began to lick the skin underneath them. I was inhaling the scent of him as I licked at his perineum, trying to ascertain if he was clean. All I smelled was soap and a musky scent that was him.
With no more worries, I let my tongue slide further along his
perineum until it glided across his asshole. His body stiffened, and he gasped
when my tongue made contact with his ass, and I felt him start shaking again as
I ran my tongue over his hole again and again. I stiffened my tongue and tried
to shove it inside his asshole the way I'd read on the net, and I could feel his
hole loosen to admit my tongue. I can't even describe the way he tasted, but I
will tell you that I loved it. I probed his asshole with my tongue for a while
before he put his mouth back on my dick.
As I rimmed his ass, he sucked my dick. This time, he didn't pull me so close to the edge, though. He was moaning around my dick as my tongue pushed in and out of his hole. Going further into what I'd read about, I disengaged my tongue from his ass and stuck my index finger inside my mouth, sucking on it to get it wet. When I put the tip of my finger against his asshole, he bucked slightly, impaling himself on my finger up to the middle knuckle. My dick fell from his lips as he moaned again and started to rock his ass back and forth as I slid my finger to the hilt inside of him.
"Oh, God," he hissed, and his ass continued to move against my finger.
I knew that I wanted to fuck him, but all I could think about was that Harry had told me that I was bigger than Clay. From the way that Harry had taken to having my dick in his ass, I was sure that he had been fucked before. What if Clay wasn't into getting fucked? What would I do then? I wasn't about to let him fuck me. Every time I'd thought of being fucked, I felt sick in my stomach.
"I want to fuck you, Clay," I said to find out what he would say.
"Just go slow," he replied. "Its been a while for me."
I wasn't done loosening his ass, though. My reading on the net had given me plenty of research to use in this instance. I knew that I had to loosen him up a bit more before I could even think about putting my dick in his ass. I didn't want to hurt him. I thought about what I'd read on Nifty in the stories about anal sex. Then it dawned on me like the morning sun.
"In the drawer next to your head is a bottle of lotion," I told him.
He needed no more explanation. He reached over and pulled the drawer open. He handed me the bottle of lotion and went back to licking my dick. It was hard to concentrate with his attention on my dick, but I got the top of the bottle opened and squirted a little of the lotion into the palm of my hand. I used my fingers to rub the lotion around and into his hole. Using more lotion, I lubed my index and middle finger before putting my index finger back into his ass. He moaned against my dick as I searched for what the stories described as a little knot inside his ass. I must have found it, because he suddenly gasped and engulfed my dick to my pubes.
I moved my finger around a little until I could actually feel his prostate. Then I pulled my finger out and slowly inserted my index finger along with my middle finger. Clay stopped what he was doing and held still until both fingers were all the way inside of him. When I ran my finger over his prostate, he moaned on my dick again, and then he went back to sucking. I twisted and pushed my fingers in and out of his ass, making sure to rub his prostate each time for a little while before he took his mouth off of my dick.
"I'm ready, Billy," he moaned. "I want you in me."
I pulled my fingers out of his ass, and he got on his knees.
He pulled me until I was on the bed again. Then he told me that he wanted
me to be flat on my back. He said that it was easier for him to get used to
having a dick in his ass if he sat on it. I wasn't about to argue with him, so I
lay back and handed him the bottle of lotion when he held his hand out for it.
He squirted some into his hand and then stuck his hand between his legs to rub the lotion into his hole before squeezing more lotion into his hand again. This time, he wrapped that lotion slick hand around my dick and stroked me a couple of times to completely lubricate the shaft and head. I squirmed under this attention, and he smiled at me before straddling my pelvis. I felt him lining my dick up to his hole before he slowly started to ease himself down onto it. His eyes shut, and his lips grew tight as I felt the head of my dick pass through his sphincter.
His hole was so tight around the head of my dick that it was almost uncomfortable. I wondered if he'd ever done this before. He'd said that sitting on it let him get used to it better, but I didn't know if he was being brave or if he'd actually had a dick in his ass before. He must have known what he was doing, because he slowly inched his way down until the cheeks of his ass were resting on my pelvic bone.
"Just let me sit here a minute," he said when I asked him if he was all right. "I have to get used to it. You're way bigger than Harry."
That answered my unspoken question. I lay there, patiently waiting for him to get used to my dick in his ass. He kept his eyes shut for a while, but then he opened them and smiled at me. He apologized for taking so long, but I assured him that I was doing fine. I was in awe of the feeling of his ass tightly gripping my dick. To be so intimate with him was amazing. I hadn't stopped to think about it with Harry, but I didn't think there was anything more intimate in the world than what Clay and I were doing right then.
Then he moved around until his legs were no longer under him, gasping as he actually sat all the way down on my dick. He put his legs on my torso and told me to sit up. He warned me to be careful to keep my dick in his ass, but he wanted me to put him on is back with his legs over my shoulders. I maneuvered around until we were in the position that he wanted. It would have looked like a comedy in errors to anyone if they'd been watching, but we made it, and I'd only dislodged my dick from his ass about half way. When we were finally in position, the momentum of my body shoved it right back in to the hilt, causing him to
"I'm sorry," I said quickly.
"No, its all right," he said, smiling at me. "Just kiss me."
I leaned forward, conscious of the fact that my action was pulling my dick out of his ass slightly. When my lips touched his, he ran his tongue over my bottom lip. I opened my mouth and kissed him for real as I slowly inched my hips forward, driving my dick back into him. He moaned as I pulled back again just as slowly as I'd inched into him. As soon as I got myself all the way back inside of him, I felt that same little knot of flesh inside his ass again. This time, I'd bumped it with my dick. He broke the kiss and threw his head back, panting for me to fuck him.
I continued to be as gentle as I could be, slowly and tenderly pushing my dick into him and pulling it back out again until only the head was in his ass. I was still in awe of the way it felt to be inside of him that way, and from the look on his face, he was having the same reaction. His eyes locked onto mine, and I held his gaze as I slowly began to piston my dick in and out of his ass. I made sure to bump his prostate each time I pushed into him.
Putting my hand between us, I got as much lubrication as I
could and wrapped it around his dick. As I looked into his sexy brown eyes, I
continued to fuck him slowly as I imitated the speed on his dick with my hand. I
squeezed his dick just enough to try and imitate the feeling of his ass on my
own dick, and before I knew it, he was gasping and his body was shaking. His ass
clamped down on my dick like a vise as his dick erupted in my hand. I stopped
moving my hips as his orgasm swept over him. I stroked his dick until he pushed
my hand away.
"Fuck me," he gasped, and that was all I needed to hear.
I was still being as gentle as I could, but I sped up my thrusts in and out of his ass. I never let my eyes wander from his, though. He looked at me with an expression of utter ecstasy as I fucked into him. All too soon, however, I felt the familiar tingle in my own balls, and my dick expanded inside of him. I gasped as my balls blasted cum through the shaft of my dick, bathing his anal walls. I still never took my eyes off of his as blast after blast of cum shot from my dick and into his ass.
As the last of my orgasm swept over me, I leaned forward again and kissed him. He kissed back, and he tried to get his arms around my neck again, but his legs were in the way. I pulled slowly out of him and let his legs drop down to the bed before moving back in to kiss him again. This time, he wrapped his arms around my neck, and I lay against him, feeling his cum between us.
"That was amazing," I breathed when we broke the kiss.
"God, was it ever," he moaned. "But we're going to get stuck like this if we don't clean up. Believe me, it isn't pleasant."
I laughed at that, but I stood up and took his hand. I led him off to the bathroom, and he stood there all covered in cum as I started the shower and adjusted the water temperature. We climbed in together, and I washed all of the cum from his body before he reciprocated. I held his wet body against mine as I kissed him again. I couldn't believe that I had him like this. I just knew that I never wanted to let him go.
We dried each other off and went back to the bed. This time, we pulled the sheet back and slid in under it and back into each other's arms. Between kisses, we talked about what we both wanted from each other, and I made promises to him that night that I vowed in my heart to keep forever. He told me that I'd made him happier than anyone had ever made him before, and then I was inside of him again. It lasted longer this time, and I was careful to stay away from his prostate. This time I wanted to make him cum another way.
He was on his side with his back pressed against me as I pushed into him over and over again. Every time he reached for his dick, I pulled his hand away. I knew he was getting frustrated, but I really wanted to suck his dick afterward. I kissed the back of his neck and told him what I had planned, and he finally stopped trying to stroke his dick.
Being inside of him this time gave me the exact same feeling as the first time, and I reveled in it. Clay was mine now, and I was never going to let him go. I promised him over and over again as I gently made love to him. When my orgasm hit the second time, I shoved my dick as far into him as I could get it. My body actually shook with each wave of pleasure that flowed through me, and I clung to him until it was over.
When I caught my breath again, we moved in the bed until I was level with his crotch again. I took my time, licking and sucking the head of his dick before I went down on him completely. This time, I shocked myself when I noticed that my nose was in his pubic hair again. His dick was all the way in my throat, and I instinctively tried to swallow around it. This made him gasp and moan again. His fingers found my hair as I backed off of his dick and only let half of it back in my mouth a few times. Then I went all the way down again, and he gasped again as I swallowed around his dick.
"I'm going to cum," he moaned, but I didn't back off.
I continued to work my throat around his dick until I actually felt it expand. Then I could feel his cum going down the back of my throat. I pulled back until just the head of his dick was in my mouth, tasting his cum and swallowing every drop of the thick creamy base of him until I had all that his balls had left to offer me. I kissed my way back up his body to his lips, and he stuck his tongue in my mouth, tasting himself. We fell asleep in each other's arms that night.
In the morning, my parents weren't even the least bit shocked that Clay sat at the table for breakfast with me. They asked about his mom, and he told them that she had been dating someone that he hadn't met yet. I thought that they would have asked him about Harry, but neither he nor they mentioned my little brother even once. They did let me use the car to drive him home later that day.
For the rest of the week, Clay and I were together more than we were apart. I spent my first night in his house later that week, and I was a little skittish about having sex with him while his mom was just down the hall. We had an incredible night, though, and his mother never heard a thing. She didn't seem to think it was strange that I was hanging out with her son instead of Harry, either.
Danny called me Saturday morning, and it was like nothing had happened. He told me to get my hand off my dick and get over there. I was a little nervous about seeing him again after what I'd said to him. Clay had told me that I could tell him about us, and I planned on it. We just had to get past the part where I said that I thought I was in love with him before I could tell him about Clay.
"Look," he said when I sat down in his computer chair in his
room, "I've been thinking about what you said all week long. Billy, I love you,
too. I just don't love you that way. Please understand. I'm not gay."
"Its all right," I said, smiling at him. "I thought about it all week, too. I figured out that I do love you, but I don't love you that way, either."
"Well, I want you to know that I'm fine with you being gay,"
he said. "I was a little hurt that you accused me of teasing you, but I thought
about that, too. I think I understand where you were coming from now. I'm not
going to change the way I talk to you, though. I only said those things in fun,
"Danny, its all right," I assured him. "I was just being retarded that day. I don't know what the Hell got me thinking that way, but once I thought about it, I realized just how stupid I was."
We talked about that for a while, and he told me that he really did understand where I was coming from. He said that he could only imagine how scary the whole situation would be for me, and although it had really hurt him, he understood now. He promised me that nothing between us would change. He even asked me to go camping with him the next weekend.
"Well, are you ready for another surprise?" I asked instead of saying whether or not I would go camping.
"That depends," he said slowly, eying me. "Does it have anything to do with me?"
"In an indirect kind of way it does," I said. "But not the way I think you're getting at."
"All right," he sighed. "Shoot."
"I'll go camping with you," I said, "if I can bring my
"Your what?" He asked, looking at me with wide eyes. "Billy, I've only been gone since Monday. Who is your boyfriend?"
"He lives across the street from you," I said, smiling. "We hung out with him on Monday."
"Clay?" He asked with a doubtful expression on his face.
"We got together Monday night," I said, nodding. "He's waiting for me to call him and tell him he can come over here. He knew that we had to have a private talk first."
"Does he know that you're telling me this?" he asked, and I could see the stunned look in his eyes. It actually made me laugh.
"Yeah," I assured him. "He knows. But I won't call him over here if you're not comfortable with us being together."
"Billy," he said, giving me an exasperated look, "I already said that I didn't care one way or the other about you being gay. Having a boyfriend, for you, is just like me having a girlfriend. Would you be uncomfortable if I brought my girlfriend to your house?"
"You've already done that before," I told him.
"Exactly," he said, smiling. "You're just going to have to
learn to speed up here. I'm happy for you guys. It surprised me, but I'm happy
if you're both happy."
After that, everything was cool between us. Clay came over, and Danny asked a million questions. None of them were too out of bounds, so we both answered him honestly and without any reservations. We went camping with him the following weekend, and we had a blast. Danny turned out to be the ultimate best friend, but Clay gave me a night in heaven.
This is the third and final installment of The Campbell Brothers Trilogy. The first installment was The Storm and can be found in the Gay Male "Incest" section of this archive. The second installment was The Spell and can be found in the Gay Male "Adult Youth" section of this archive. I hope you liked the story. Feedback is appreciated, and I do try to answer all email. Flames, of course, are ignored.