Tommy and Family
[This story was fabricated and created by me, the
author.
American History dragged along at a snails pace. Tommy and I
had gotten seats together, with him in front. We received
our textbook. I simply could not concentrate on anything except the clock.
I noticed Tommy's head turning as often as mine to above the door. Mr. Cole
assigned us homework to read the first chapter of our textbook and then take
the chapter review test, which we were to turn in tomorrow, at the
beginning of class. Peter, the guy from my Algebra and English classes,
was also in History with Tommy and I. He was in the row to the left of
ours, in the seat across from Tommy. We had acknowledge each others
presence at the beginning of class with a shared smile.
My next glance at the clock showed that
we only had 5 minutes left before the bell would ring. I closed my
textbook and put it in my book bag, then tapped Tommy on the shoulder.
He turned around and gave me the look I was beginning to find so cute about
him, a smile and his left eyebrow raised in query. "I left my gym clothes in the
locker room. Before we leave school, we need to go there so I can
get them. I have extra sets at home, but I want to get those so Connie
can wash them. I have my Spanish book in my bag already, with the
vocabulary list and the only other class with homework tonight is this one. I don't
need to go to my locker, do you?" "No, I don't need anything out of my locker,
but I need to grab my gym clothes too. We can throw them in the washer
when we get to my house if you want." The bell rang and his eyes opened
wide and he gave me a huge smile. He jumped up from his seat. "Lets
go!" He didn't have to tell me twice and I jumped up and we hurried out
the door. When we got to the gym, the coach was waiting there and it
looked like he was preparing for basketball practice. Tommy and I said
hello to him and told him what we had come for. He just nodded his
head. Tommy and I entered the locker room, but before we made it to our
row, we heard some guy talking. "No
kidding! He is so fucking hot and did you see his cock?!" Whoever was talking didn't seem
to care if he was overheard. It didn't sound as if he were trying
to whisper. Tommy and I both froze where we were and looked at each other.
We heard another voice. "Yeah I saw it. I'd like to see it
up close as it grows to full mast! I could suck on that for
hours." Tommy's eyes widened after hearing this confession from the
second guy. A third voice joined the other two. "Well, I
boned up right in front of him and I could have sworn I saw him
start to bone too. Fuck, feeling his breath in my crotch, I thought I was going to
blast my load!" This time my eyes widened. There was no way I could
forget who that voice belonged to. It was Matt Ritter. Tommy
grabbed my arm and pulled me a little further back and down the first row of
lockers. "Brent," he whispered, "that second
voice we heard, I swear it's Bobby Schafer. I recognized it because he and
I talked during gym. He was my partner." I whispered back,
"The last guy was Matt Ritter. I know because he was my partner during
gym." Then I started thinking. Two guys we know and
both footballers, and one of them the QUARTERBACK, talking about some guy they
want to have sex with! This was blowing my mind and for them to be
talking so openly about it when they couldn't know if someone would overhear
them. "You know who they're
talking about right?" Tommy said. I looked in his eyes and he appeared a little
tense. "No. Who
do you think it is?" I asked excitedly. I'm normally not a drama
queen, but this was some good shit. I tried to picture all the guys I
had seen during gym class. I wonder if the other guy in there is Matt's
brother Shane, wouldn't that be some juicy gossip to hold. We heard a noise and
I turned and saw a couple of guys walk past the end of the row, they were
coming into the locker room, not leaving. I looked back at Tommy. "So
you going to tell me who it is? Wait, I think I remember
seeing all three of them talking to that Andy guy during gym. You think
it's him?" I whispered. Tommy pulled me closer to him and
whispered. "No it's not Andy and I don't think I know, I know for sure.
It's you!" "WHAT?!" I shouted out. "Shhh!!! Of course it's you.
You heard Matt and he was your partner in gym. Who else did you see who
had the opportunity to get that close to him? And I also remember
looking over a few times watching you guys, and just seeing you rocking back and
forth, imagining I was Matt, was enough to start making ME hard!" Ok, I may be naive
and I have not even developed the beginnings of a gaydar, but
putting together all that had happened today, and all on just my first
day at school. Beulah was turning into Gaylah right before my eyes. I looked
at Tommy and could still see a sad look in his eyes. He didn't hold my look for
very long, and looked down towards his feet. "Why do you look sad all
of a sudden Tommy?" I reached out and lifted his chin up with my hand so he
was looking at me. There were unshed tears in his eyes.
"Wha...What's wrong? Tell me." He tried to lower his head again,
but I still had my hand under his chin. "I can't compete with those guys Brent."
A tear trickled out of his right eye and he blinked and another fell from his
left. "You're this really hot guy and now there are at least three other
guys who obviously find you hot enough to want to have sex with you.
What am I supposed to do now?" A few more tears followed the others
along his cheek. I looked around and took hold of his left arm and
moved him to the back end of the first row. There was a wall cage over
to the left with a narrow aisle that led further towards the back corner, and
I led him down this to the very back. I
moved Tommy so his back was against the wall and I was in front of him.
"Tommy, I don't know what's going to happen between you and I. I don't
know you well enough to even guess what you want long term. I know what
I'd like to happen, but we haven't even had the chance to really sit down
and just talk about what we like. Do you like pizza? Do you like
a shower more than a bath? Do you hate brussel sprouts as much as I do
or are they your favorite vegetable? You see? I know what I would
like to happen, but I really don't know what will." I leaned a little closer
to him and he looked at me. "But I do know what's going to happen with those
other guys right now. Nothing Tommy. Nothing is going to happen
with those other guys." Tommy's eyes were looking from one to the other
of mine.
"There's something you can learn about me right now. The first thing, and have
no doubt that what I say is the honest truth. I don't fuck around
Tommy. I may get a hardon from seeing another guy that's really cute and
sexy and well, hot, but I'm not going to fuck around with him and then go look
for the next one. Someone tried that with me once. I didn't know
it was like that at first, but that's the way it turned out. Nothing
happened between us, except a few kisses and maybe a grope here and there, but
nothing else. I learned what I want from that experience, and it isn't
just sex. I want it all Tommy." I looked him directly in the eyes
while saying this so he would make no mistake about my honesty. Tommy smiled and his
whole demeanor seemed to transform back into that excited guy who had
walked out of History with me a few minutes ago. I looked behind me and
didn't see anyone. "That's much better. Now, we better go. I still need
to get the clothes from the locker and Hank is probably wondering if he's going to
have to come find me because I got lost...I didn't even ask, how are we getting
to your house?" "Oh, I ride the bus home. We don't
live in town. My dad has a small farm and we live about 15 miles or so
west of town." "Does Hank know where you live?" I
asked. "Sure he does.
Hank is my Uncle." Tommy said.
"What? I didn't' know that! Your Uncle works for my dad? That's,
well, kind of weird. Do you know Peter in our History class? He said his
father was the dairy manager and then Frank told me that Bobby's father worked in
some way with the horses on our farm." I guess farming is in the blood
around here.
"Yeah, Hank's my Uncle, but he doesn't let us call him Uncle Hank.
He's my mom's younger brother and he says Uncle makes him sound old. Peter, he
and I went through elementary and junior high together, and now high
school. We were never like friends or anything. He's kind
of bookish. Bobby's father is the ranch manager for yall. He manages all the
live stock on your property and as far as Frank telling you about Bobby's
father, did he tell you HIS father was Ag manager for your farm?" He
looked at the shocked expression on my face. "That's right Brent, his father is in
charge of all the farms produce and crops." "I think that's enough and I don't want
to know anymore. Wait! Missy's father doesn't work on our farm
does he?!" God would that suck! Tommy laughed and said, "No, don't
worry. Her father is actually a Preacher!" "You're joking!
Oh my God! Enough. We have to go before Hank sends out scouts!" I turned
around to head for the lockers, but before I could take a step, Tommy grabbed me
by the arm, turning me around to face him.
"Before we go I have to tell you something." He gave me the
'look'. "You know I think you're hot and you have to be the sexiest guy I have
ever seen and will probably ever see. But...when you look at me and then
I look into your eyes. Your eyes Brent are just...I've never seen anyone
with emerald eyes before. When you look at me with them, they make me
weak in the knees! I could just melt. When you were looking at me
and telling me about how you don't fuck around, well I believed every word of
it. There's no way you could look at me with those eyes like that and
tell a lie. I just...well I just wanted you to know." I felt the heat in my face when
he finished and saw the big smile on his. "Um...thanks." I hate
blushing. He chuckled and said, "You're
welcome. Now lets go." Bobby, Matt
and whoever else that had been talking when Tommy and I entered the locker room,
were no longer there when we made it to our lockers. I opened mine and
took out the shorts, shirt and the shower shoes. "Do you want these
back? I can give you the new ones that I forgot at home this morning if
you prefer." Tommy turned to look what I was holding out to
him. "No keep those. I just had two
pairs because they were two for one when my mom bought them at the Family
Dollar Store. You don't need to give me the ones you bought
either. Consider these my first gift to you." He gave me a cheesy smile
and wink.
"They're the most appropriate gift I've ever received, so thanks cutey." I put the shower
shoes back in the locker and searched around for the jock I had worn. I
took everything back out of the book bag and even checked inside the
shorts and turned the shirt inside out. It was gone. I stuffed
everything back into my book bag. Someone had taken my jockstrap out of
the locker. I turned around and Tommy who was closing up his book
bag. "You're not going to believe this,
but someone has taken the jockstrap I wore during gym out of my
locker." He looked up at me and asked me if I was sure. "Yes. It's not
in the locker and I took everything out of my book bag. I even checked inside
the clothes. It's not here." "You think you should tell the Coach?" He
then asked. I thought for a minute and decided
that it would only cause a lot of unnecessary drama. "No. It's kind
of embarrassing and then he'd ask who would steal another guys used jock. How
would I answer that question? I have a good idea which three guys are
prime suspects though. I'll just make sure to bring a lock for here and
also one for my hall locker tomorrow. You ready to go?" "Yeah, I'm all set. Lets go." He
closed his locker and I closed mine. The only thing in there now were my
shower shoes. We left the gym and started walking down the hall back
towards the commons and cafeteria.
"How about I ask Hank to give us a lift to your house? When
he gets back to the farm, he can tell Connie where I am so
she wont worry. We'll also be able to spend more time together and not have to wait on
all the stops the bus makes before yours." I asked Tommy as we walked towards
the exits. "That sounds great to me, but you can do
the asking, he can't refuse you!" He laughed and shoved against my shoulder
with his. We
walked out and hurried to where we saw the SUV parked. I opened the side
door and climbed in. Tommy followed, took his seat and closed the door.
"Hank, I'm going to Tommy's house. Could you tell Connie when you get
back to the farm and tell her I should be home..." I looked over at
Tommy. "Um...is 9 o'clock too late?" He
asked. "Tell her I should be
home by 9 o'clock and I'll call if Mr. Weber can't bring me home." I looked up
front to Hank, who was looking at me in the rear view mirror. "Ok, but did Tommy call home and
let them know you're coming over and would be staying for dinner?" Hank
transferred his look in the mirror to Tommy. "Yes Sir. I called at
lunch time and dad said it was fine as long as I got my chores done." He kind of
bit his lip then said, "I forgot to ask about dinner though."
Hank chuckled and said,
"Well, all that matters is about the coming over part. With that crew that eats
at your house every night, I doubt one more mouth
to feed is going to make a difference." He started the SUV
and began driving away from the school. I looked over at
Tommy, "What does he mean? Do you have more than your sister
Angie?"
Tommy
nodded, "Actually I have 3
brothers and 3 sisters. I'm the oldest and Angie is the youngest, she's 2
years old." "Your parents have seven kids?!"
What in the world, I thought. Me being an only child, I couldn't even
begin to guess what having six brothers and sisters would be like.
Hank spoke up from the front.
"Believe me, it's a mad house around there!" He chuckled
and waved to someone walking on the sidewalk as we turned left on 7th
Street. "It's not THAT bad Hank. We
have a routine around the house and it helps to keep
everything running smooth." Tommy said to his Uncles. "Yeah you have a routine alright, until
Brandon and you get into a pissing contest and the whole house explodes!
Alright, alright, I'll be quiet up here. We don't want to scare Brent
before he even gets there, but if you want to come home sooner than you
figured, I'll be at the farm until 7 pm and I'll come and get you...either
there or at the hospital emergency room!" He started laughing and
slapping his right hand on the steering wheel. I looked over at Tommy and he
wasn't finding his Uncles attempt a humor very amusing, so I decided to say, "I
think it's cool that you have brothers and sisters to talk too." He looked
at me and smiled. Hank just continued to snicker from the front. About
20 minutes later we arrived at Tommy's, and Hank dropped us off right near the
front porch. "Remember to
call me if you need to escape early Brent, but it better be before 7 pm or
you'll have to make a run for it!" Hank said laughing, as we got out of the
SUV, then drove off when I closed the door and waved goodbye.
Tommy led me to the porch then over to the front door and we walked into
his house. He yelled out to let his dad know he was home and his
dad called to us. Tommy dropped his book bag at the foot of a set of stairs and
told me I could put mine with his. I followed him and soon we were in
a family room where his father was sitting in a recliner watching a
news channel. When we walked in, he muted the TV and stood up. Tommy walked
over to him, and his dad got up to give him a hug. When he
released Tommy, he turned to me, inviting me to receive one in
kind. I hesitantly walked towards him and he grabbed me up and gave me a
solid hug then sat back down in the recliner. "Welcome to our house Brent. I'm
really glad you could come over for a visit. I'm afraid what might have
happened here this afternoon if Tommy had to be separated from you too
soon. It's nice to put off suicide watch for a few hours!" He
started laughing and I looked over at Tommy and smiled. Blushing, Tommy
said, "Dad! Stop that! We're going up to my room to put away our
school bags, then I'll show Brent around while I do my chores. Come on Brent,"
he turned to me, "lets go up to my room." I said bye to Mr. Weber
and thanked himfor allowing me to come over. Tommy and I walked back out to where
we had left our bags and both of us picked up our own, then I
followed him up the stairs. I could see 4 doors when we made it to
the top and Tommy walked towards the first one on the right with me
in tow. He turned and smiled at me, "This is my room, I hope it's
not a mess." He opened the door and we walked in. It was a nice
sized room, with two twin sized beds and a very cute, light brown haired, piercing
blue eyed boy of about 11 or 12 years old. He was standing by one of
the beds, arms crossed, staring daggers at me with those eyes. "What are YOU doing home
already?!" Tommy asked him. "I thought you had basketball practice!"
The boy looked at Tommy. "Coach cancelled it
and a good thing too!" He turned back with those eyes once again trained on me,
"This is my side of the room," he pointed, "this is my bed, those
are my things right there! You are not allowed to touch ANY of
it!"
Tommy went over to the open door and yelled towards the
stairs,"DAD! Will you tell Brandon to leave
Brent and I alone and come down there with you! He's being a
brat!" Mr. Weber yelled up from downstairs,
"Brandon! You come down here now and leave your brother and his guest
alone!" Brandon marched over to where Tommy was
standing and then he yelled downstair, "I don't want nobody on my side of the
room and especially this green eyed boy that Tommy brought home! He
might sit on my BED!" "Get your skinny butt down here right now before
I pinch that thing you call a head off of your shoulders!" His father
yelled up from downstairs. Brandon turned around and looked at
me. In a menacing voice or as menacing as an 11 or 12 year old could make it,
"You just remember what I told you. My side, my things, my bed." He
raised his right hand in a fist and shook it towards me, "Stay
OFF!" "DAD!" Tommy yelled down once
again. "BRANDON, NOW!" Came Mr.
Weber's loud demand. Brandon stuck his tongue out at me and Tommy, then
left. We heard him as he stomped down the stairs.
"Wow, I don't think your brother
likes me very much. Is he always like that when you bring someone over?"
I asked. "He's a spoiled brat!" Tommy said. He
put his book bag down on his bed and opened the flap on it. "You can put you
bag here on my bed or on that chair there if you'd like. Take out your
gym stuff and we'll drop it off in the machine downstairs before I take you
out with me to do my chores." I decided his bed was the safest zone in
the room, so I took my bag off my shoulder and opened the flap. I
reached in and started taking out my gym clothes when all of a sudden a blood
curdling scream came from somewhere in the hall outside of Tommy's room.
It startled me so bad, I jumped back pulling bag and all off the bed and onto
the floor. Through the door I saw a little girl of about 6 years old
pass by. "DADDY! Tina took my dolly and she wont
give it back. She said she's going to throw it out the window!" She screamed
down to her father. "TINA! You give
Robin back her dolly before I have
to come up there!" Mr. Weber yelled from downstair. I saw the little girl
walk back past the door, now all serene, but not 10 seconds later we were
gifted with another scream that could raise the rafters and once again the
little girl walked past Tommy's door. "SHE STILL WONT GIVE IT BACK!" I
heard her yell-scream down the stairs this time. A few seconds passed and this time when Mr. Weber
called, you could tell he was at the bottom of the stairs. "TINA! Come here
right this minute!" A few seconds passed and I saw another
little girl, this one looked about 7 or 8 years old, pass the open door
heading towards the stairs, with a doll in her hand. I looked over
at Tommy and he was still busy messing around with his book bag and he had picked
mine up off the floor. He had my gym clothes in a pile with his on the
bed.
"You listen here little lady. When
I tell you to do something, you do it the
first time. Give your sister her dolly NOW!" I heard Mr. Weber saying. "And you
little Miss, stop that screaming. Tommy has a friend over and I'm sure they're in his
room trying to play slap and tickle and every time you yell out like
that, one of them might injure the other!" A distinct chuckle could be
heard emanating from down below. Tommy jerked up straight from where he was leaning over his bed
and looked at me. He was as red in the face as I had ever seen him. He
walked over and sat in a chair by a small desk with a computer on it.
He brought his hands up and covered his face and leaned his elbows down on
his knees, shaking his head. All this excitement and
then on top of that, hearing what his father said, was just a little to much for
me and I started laughing. I got weak in the knees and fell on
Tommy's bed. I heard him start laughing too and he got up and dropped on his
bed next to me. I looked up towards the door and saw two pair of eyes,
in the faces of two very cute little girls, staring into Tommy's room at the
both of us. They saw me looking at them and raised there hands and
waved to me, then turned and headed down the hall in the direction away from
the stairs. Evidently Mr. Weber hadn't returned to the family room,
because the next thing he yelled up the stairs was, "Tommy, you and Brent
better not be doing what I think you're doing and you better keep that door
open, you hear me!" Well this was the last straw for
Tommy. "I'll be right back Brent. I need to go have a talk with my
dad because he can't be saying stuff like that!" "Oh leave it alone Tommy.
He's absolutely hilarious! I couldn't imagine my father being like yours
if he knew about me the way yours does about you. It would be so
tense around my house, everyone would be afraid to breath." I said. "Well, I think he's said enough and if I
don't say something he'll never give us any peace. Besides he shouldn't
be saying things like that, he doesn't know you're gay. Just stay here,
I'll be right back, ok?" I finally agreed and Tommy walked out of
his bedroom and I heard him going down the stairs. I got up from the bed and
took my American History book out of my book bag. I sat in the chair
Tommy had used earlier and started to read the first chapter. No more
than 2 minutes after Tommy left, I heard a noise from the direction of the
door and when I looked over to see what caused it, there stood the cutest
little boy, with his back plastered against the open door and facing me.
He looked to be about 9 or 10 years old, gel spiked dark brown hair and blue
eyes, the color of Tommy's. He had chubby little cheeks that were rosy
red and his little mouth was encased in a pair of lips that brought to my mind
Russell's, the first guy I had ever kissed. "Um...hello little man. What's your
name?" I asked and smiled in his direction. His eyes were shifting
from left to right as he scanned the bedroom and then back to me. He
still hadn't answered me, so I said, "My names Brent. I'm a friend of
Tommy's." His eyes took another quick scan of the room and then he
whispered while holding a finger in front of his lips. "Shhh...I'm not sposed to say anything to
you." Then he took another look around. "Oh...ok then," I whispered back
to him and smiled. Gosh what a cutey he is! I picked my book back
up and kept a watch on him over the top of it as I pretended to go
back to reading. He didn't move from his spot, but every so often he'd
fidget a little and take a look around and then turn his eyes back on me.
I heard someone climbing the stairs and Tommy came walking back into the room,
but stopped with he saw who was standing against the door. "Now what are you doing here
Jamesson?!" The little boy looked up at Tommy and made a cross your
heart sign over his heart. This little boy was going to be a lady killer
when he grows up or he'll have every guy within 50 miles clambering for him, I
smiled to myself. "I don't give a flying flip who you promised you
wouldn't tell, what are you doing standing there again my door?!"
Tommy asked and bent down, looking Jamesson in the eyes. "I asked you WHAT?!"
Tommy yelled and not only did Jamesson jump, but it startled me
too. "Ok, ok, don't flip out or sumptin!"
Jamesson said and looked over at me and sighed. "Brandon gaved me a whole
dollar to come up here and make sure HE," Jamesson pointed his finger at me,
"wasn't sitting on his bed or on his side the room." His face lite up and then
he said to Tommy, "I got two whole dollars now and I'm gonna buy that racer
car we saw at the Dollar Store last Saturday!" Tommy wasn't as excited
about it as Jamesson was. Tommy turned and yelled through
the door, "Dad! Now Brandon paid Jamesson a dollar to come up here and spy on
Brent to keep him off his bed!"
I heard Mr. Weber yell, "A WHOLE DOLLAR!
I'd of done it for fifty cents! Brandon! Get in here right now and
Jamesson you bring your skinny butt down here too! Matter of fact ALL of you get
down here! NOW!" Jamesson's face fell and he dug in his pocket and brought
out a dollar. He gave it a wistful look, then turned and walked out of
Tommy's room. Tommy turned and looked at me. "Sorry Brent, this is just
unbelievable! I guess Hank was right and you'll never want to come over
here again and I don't blame you." I walked over to him by the door.
"Are you serious?" I asked him. "This is the most excitement I've had in
months and that little brother of yours, Jamesson, is about the cutest little
kid I've ever seen. If you're worried about competition, you better worry
about him in about 4 more years." I then glanced behind Tommy and saw Tina and
Robin walking by holding hands, heading for the stairs. Tommy chuckled and said, "Yeah he is a cute
kid when Brandon isn't trying to use him for one scam or another. Let
me grab our clothes and I'll stick them in the washing machine. I need
to go get my chores done before dad starts on me about that." He went
and picked the clothes up off the bed and I followed him out of the bedroom.
Tommy stopped, "Could you pull the door closed behind you Brent?"
he asked, "Brandon flips out if the door is left open and he or I aren't in
there. He's afraid someone's going to touch his crap." He gave me
a long suffering look and I laughed and pulled the door closed behind
me. We walked back towards the family room
and then Tommy turned to the left and started to walk towards another short
hall. As we passed the family room, I saw Brandon, Jamesson, Tina and
Robin standing in a row by Mr. Weber in his recliner. Mr. Weber looked
over and saw Tommy and I. "Where are you two
going, I said everybody in here." He said to us. Tommy changed
directions and walked over towards his father and I followed, I wonder
what now. "Ok, now that we're all here, listen up. You Brandon, stop
worrying about your stuff or your bed or I'll pitch it all
out on the lawn and you can sleep out there with all your stuff." Brandon turned and looked
at me like it was my fault his dad was chastising him. "And you
Jamesson, stop doing everything Brandon tells you to do or you're going get
in more trouble than he is, you understand?" Jamesson nodded his head and he also
looked over at me, but this time I got a smile from him.
I did notice him slyly put the dollar back in his poket. "Now, what mess have
you two girls gotten into since the last time I saw you? You've
been really quiet for the last 15 minutes." Tina and Robin looked at each
other and then Tina spoke up, "We been playing with our dolly's. We didn't
make no mess, did we?" She turned and looked at Robin, who shook her head in the
negative. "Ok, fine then." said Mr. Weber.
Mr. Weber
then turned to me. "Brent would you please come out from behind Tommy and stand
right here." He pointed to the right side of his recliner. I moved from behind
Tommy and walked over to where he had pointed. When I got there, he stood
up and put his arm around my shoulder. "This is Brent Stewart," he address his
kids as they all looked at me, "His father and I were best friends from
the time we were in diapers, all through school and as far as I'm concerned,
I've still never had a friend as close as his father. While Brent is here he
will be treated like family and any time he comes over. Now Tommy, don't you have
chores?" he asked, as he looked over toward Tommy. Before Tommy replied, we heard a
door open and we all turned towards the sound and a few seconds later, two
boys came walking into the family room. The taller of the two boys
looked like he could be twins with Tommy. He had the same color hair,
exact same eyes, nose, mouth, he even stood the same way Tommy did. The
only difference I could tell was the fact that he was shorter and a little
chubbier. "What's going on in here and who is that you have your arm
around pop?" The boy asked and looked at everyone in turn. "Where have you been David and what is
that BRAT doing with you?" Mr. Weber asked his son and pointed at the
other boy with his free hand. "Uncle Mike!" The other boy
exclaimed. "Well, where's your dad?" Mr. Weber
asked him. The boy shrugged his shoulders and said,
"At work I suppose." "Does he know you're here or did you ride
all the way home with David without calling him to let him know where you
would be?" Mr. Weber took his arm from around my shoulder and walked
over towards David and the other boy. "Um...no I didn't call him, but you
know he don't care if I come home with David. If he checks and I'm not home, he
knows I'm over here." The boy took a step back as Mr. Weber got closer
to them and stopped. "Scott, you go call him right now and tell
him where you are! Next time you better call him before you come over
or I'll blister you rear." Mr. Weber pointed towards a phone setting on a
stand next to the TV. "But I don't know where he is right now
Uncle Mike." Mr. Weber turned to me and asked, "Did
Hank say where he was going when he dropped you and Tommy off?" "Ah, yeah, he said he would be on the
farm until at least 7 pm." I told him. He turned back
to Scott. "He's probably in the Ag office
then. Now go call him." Scott gave me a look and then walked over
to the phone and picked it up and punched in the number. I looked back
to David and he was staring at me, then he looked at his father. "Who's that guy over there that you had
your arm around when we walked in?" David pointed at me. Mr. Weber looked at me then his son,
"That's Brent Stewart, he's a friend of Tommy's" "WOW! Brent?!
Isn't that's Tommy's new
boyfriend?! He's a stone cold FOX!" David exclaimed. This caught me totally off guard and I
looked over at Tommy. Tommy had his head thrown back, pointing his
face to the ceiling with his eyes closed, shaking his head. I looked and
Brandon was now staring at me with a surprised look on his face.
Tina wasn't having any of this because
she screamed out "He's not Tommy's boyfriend! He's my dolly's husband!"
and then she stuck her tongue out at David. Not to be outdone by Tina,
Robin let out one of her screams from hell and yelled, "You said he could be
MY dolly's husband!" and grabbed a hold of Tina. Jamesson walked over to
me and took my hand and yelled, "QUIET! He not Tommy's boyfriend or your
stupid dolly's husband! He's MY boyfriend!" and then wrapped his arms around
my waist. Everyone shut up with his outburst and Scott broke the silence
by saying, "Brent, my dad said he wants to talk to you for a minute." I
smiled down at Jamesson and took his arms from around my waist and
went to accept the phone from Scott. ~~~~~~~~ Hello? Hey Brent, I heard all the noise in
the background and I thought I better ask you if you're ready for me to come and
pick you up now? *laughing* Very funny. I'm having a good time
Hank! Oh I just bet you are, what was that
scream all about? Tina and Robin were having a
disagreement. *laughing* Oh ok, it sounded more
like murder. Well remember I leave at 7 pm, but I'll be by to pick Scott
up by 8 pm, so that's going to be your last opportunity for escape. May
I please speak to Mike now. Very funny. Ok, hold on for a
second and I'll get Mr. Weber for you. Bye Hank. Bye Brent.
*chuckling* ~~~~~~~~ "Mr. Weber, Hank would like to speak with
you Sir." I said to him and he came over to me and took the phone from
me. "Brent I told you you don't have to call
me Sir and you definitely don't have to call me Mr. Weber. Please, call
me Mike, ok?" He asked. "I'm sorry, it's just habit from the way
Connie taught me to address adults, but I'll remember and call you Mike if
you'd like me too." I told him. "I would like you too." He gave me a
smile then put the phone to his ear and said hello. I walked back over to where Tommy was and
he had such a dejected look on his face I felt so sorry for him. "Come
on, we better get the wash on and your chores finished or we're never going to
have time to sit down and talk alone!" I said to him. "I think I'm agreeing more with Hank,
this is a mad house. Come on follow me." As we started to leave
the family room, Jamesson started to follow us and Tommy caught him and shooed
him away. "I think you captured another heart, but I don't know how you
did it so fast." He paused for a second, then said, "Well maybe I do,
you captured my attention 5 seconds after I laid eyes on you on
Friday!" We walked towards the back of the house
and into a room to the left of the back door. The room had a washer,
dryer and a wash basin. Tommy took our shirts and shorts and placed them
in the washing machine. He added a quarter cup of detergent and turned a
dial to a short cycle and closed the lid. The machine started up and we
walked back out of the laundry room and then out the back door. The
weather was nice outside, it was probably around 80F. We walked towards
a small building that was set on about 6 inch stilts with a small wooden ramp
leading up into an equally small opening. "This is the chicken coup." He told
me. "I need to fill that water runner over there, so if you don't mind,
see that metal barrel there next to the coup with the piece of plywood and
brink covering it?" He point to a rusty looking oil drum. "Yeah I see it. How can I help?" I
asked. "If you take the brick and plywood
off, inside you'll find a large plastic milk jug with the bottom cut off
it. Inside the barrel is chicken feed, and if you don't mind, just get a
big scoop to fill up the jug and then bring it over to me where I'm filling
the water run. Be sure you put the top back on the barrel, or the
chickens will jump up there and get into the barrel and foul it." He
gave me that cute smile and the raised left eyebrow. "Sure, I can do
that and I don't mind helping with your chores Tommy. Especially when
you give me that cute smile." He blushed a little then turned to go over where
I could see a garden hose attached to an outside spicket. There were a
few chickens milling about in front of the coup. I walked over to the
barrel and took the brick off and set it on the ground. Next I slide the
piece of plywood off the top of the barrel and leaned it up against the
coup. I looked inside and saw the milk carton Tommy said would be there,
grabbed it and filled it with the feed. The feed looked like popcorn
kernels that had been cracked into smaller pieces and it even smelled like
it. I moved the carton with the feed into my left hand and picked up the
plywood and replaced it on top of the barrel, then reached and grabbed the
brick and placed it on top to hold the wood in place. I turned and started walking along the
side of the coup to the front. When I rounded the coup, I saw Tommy
holding the garden hose and filing this long metal thing, that looked to me
like a rain gutter for a house, but with each end sealed off and little metal
legs about every 8 inches to keep it standing upright. "I have the feed, just
let me know what you want me to do with." I said to him. He turned and
looked at me. "Just hold it there for a minute.
As soon as I finish filling the water run with clean water, I'll show you how
I feed these gluttons." He turned back and continued to fill the run with
water. More chickens started coming out of the
little coup, walking down the little ramp to the ground. They sort of
looked in my direction and I guess they knew what the white carton I was
holding meant, because they started scratching on the packed dirt that
surrounded the front of the coup, pecking the ground and slowly working their
way towards me. A couple of the chickens were surrounded by baby chicks
that were scrambling around their mothers and pecking the ground like the
adults. From the other side of the coup, I saw a rather large looking
chicken come around the corner and into the front area. This chicken had
brightly colored feathers whereas all the others were mostly pure white, and
it looked much large than the others too. It had a large red crown on
the top of it's head. This must be a rooster I thought. I watched the rooster as it pecked its
way along the front of the coup. It looked up in my direction a few
times, but slowly pecked it's way along the ground. It finally got to
within five feet of me and stopped and cocked it's head and one beady eye
locked on me. It ruffled its feathers which caused it to look like it
put on a couple more pounds and started bobbing it's head keeping an eye on me
the whole time. I looked over at Tommy and he had just reached down and
cut the water off and started rolling up the hose. I looked back at the
rooster and it was now about 3 feet from me and it was making a clucking noise
and scratching the ground with it's feet. I saw Tommy look over at it
and chuckle. "I don't think that rooster likes you
Brent. There's at least something that looks like you're not going to
sweep it off it's feet in 5 seconds." He said. I laughed at what he said and suddenly
the rooster flapped it wings and crowed then launched itself at me. The
sudden action startled me and I dropped the carton of feed on the
ground. The rooster had landed almost on top of my feet and then it
started flapping its wings and pecking at my Nikes. I backed away from
it, but it followed and kept pecking at my shoes. It's beak was sharp
and it got in one good peck that I felt on the top of my foot and it hit
bone. A sharp pain went up my leg and I yelled out. This is when
the fucking rooster went ape shit crazy. It started jumping up and hitting my
legs with its feet and well, I turned and started running from this crazy
animal. It, however, was not through and took off after me. I
started yelling for Tommy as I ran from the coup towards the house
with the rooster in hot pursuit. I heard Tommy yelling
something, but my concentration wasn't on what he was yelling, but on
wondering if this was really a chicken, or a fucking roadrunner because I was
running full out and the bastard was right on my heels. I cut to the
left and started around the house that way and when I looked to see where the
rooster was, the fucker had cut to the left and was STILL running after
me. I finally heard Tommy yelling to run back his way and go in the back
door and close it. By now I was about 25 yards from Tommy. It was
a short distance, but being scared and running full out the way I did, I was
running out of energy quick. I noticed the rooster wasn't quite as
effected by this as I was, it looked like it could run to LA and back without
breaking its stride. I did a quick turn around, and dodge of
the rooster, and started heading back towards the back of the house. I
got to the corner of the house and ran towards where the back door was, but I
wasn't going to get in because Mike was bent over double laughing his ass
off, blocking my escape route. "MOVE! MOVE!" I started yelling at him at
the top of my lungs, gasping for breath and feeling like I was going to faint
in a few seconds. My screams caused him to laugh harder and he just fell
on his ass in the doorway. I made it to him and turned to check the
position of the rooster and couldn't see it anywhere. Tommy reached the
backdoor at the same time I did. "BRENT! BRENT! Are you ok?!" Tommy was
yelling at me. I was bent over gasping for breath, but keeping my eye on
the corner of the house at the same time. Tommy was rubbing my back as
he kept asking me if I was ok. Mike was still laughing loud enough for
them to hear him a mile away. It took about 10 minutes for me to get my
breathing under control and I was sweating like a pig. I squatted down
with Tommy still rubbing my back. I looked back at the corner of the
house and there came walking that fucking rooster. I jumped up, knocking
Tommy off of me and moved up on the steps to stand beside where Mike was still
blocking the doorway. As we all watched that rooster making it's way
back toward the coup, it stopped and ruffled its feathers and then raised its
tail a little and took a shit right there in front of us, scratched the ground
with it feet and casually walked over to the coup and began pecking around the
carton I had dropped. There were maybe 20 other chickens scrambling
around trying to get at the feed in the carton. "Brent, Brent Brent," Mike began saying
as he recovered from his laughing fit. "That, son, was the funniest
thing I have ever witnessed in my life! Whew! I can promise you, if I
ever need to think of something to laugh about, the memory of that rooster
running after you and you screaming for Tommy will remain with me until the
day they bury me in the ground." "I'm glad YOU enjoyed it! I don't
think it was so damned funny!" I glared at him and he looked at me and
had another laughing fit. Tommy came over to me and put his arm around
my shoulder. "Are you ok now? How's your
foot? I heard you yell out when it pecked you one time. Did he get
you?" He asked. "Yeah, his beak hit me one hard time on
the top of my foot and it felt like it hit the bone." I sat down and
took off my left shoe. There was a small bit of blood that had soaked
through the sock on top of my foot and I peeled the sock off and looked
at it. Tommy came and took my foot in his hand and bent forward to give
it a better examination. He pronounced it wasn't too bad, that it
probably just hit a nerve in my foot and I agreed with him that it really
didn't hurt any more. I put my sock back on and then my shoe. Mike
had finished his second fit by now and just sat watching Tommy mothering over
me with a grin on his face. "SOOO...what chore you going to do next
son?" He asked Tommy. Tommy gave him a suspicious look. "Why?" He asked his dad and raised his
left eyebrow. "What do you mean why? I want to
know if you're going into the barn to water and feed the horses.
There's a mare in there in heat and if Brent goes in there and comes running
out with that mare hot on his heels, I'm capturing it on video!" He
snorted and slapped his knee with his hand and started laughing. I looked over at Tommy and saw him smiling, but when he caught
my look, he hurriedly adjusted the smile to a look of pure innocence.
"Um...I think I'll sit right here while Tommy goes in the barn. I've had
enough barnyard excitement for one day, let me tell you! Go ahead
Tommy. I'll be waiting for you to come back, but I promise you, if you
come out of that barn leading a horse behind you and Mike is blocking the
door, I will be making a new backdoor into the house!" Tommy laughed at me, then said, "Ok, Brent. Give me
about ten or fifteen minutes then I should be done." Also laughing at what I had said, Mike spoke up, "Aw
Brent, come on son! I'll give you a dollar. You just go stand
by the door to the barn and make sure Tommy comes out ok." I looked up at him
like he was mad crazy. "Get Jamesson to do it. He wants to buy a race
car. I'll just sit here and keep an eye on that possessed rooster!
Now both of you leave me alone, I'm not moving from this SPOT!"
They both laughed and Tommy told me he'd be back as fast as he can, then
headed towards the barn. Mike reached down and squeezed my shoulder.
Chuckling, he turned and went inside the house. I moved back and leaned up against the house, so nothing
would be able to surprise me from behind and began the recovery from my
ordeal. A few moments had pass, when I heard a noise over my right
shoulder and there stood Jamesson looking at me. I gave him a smile and
he smiled back at me. He walked out and took a seat next to me on the
back steps. "Hello Jamesson. What are you up too?" "Nutin. Bran wont let me in his room and Davy is playing
with Scotty." He shrugged his shoulder and sighed. He looked up at
me, "What you doin?" I smiled down at him as he scooted a little closer to
me. "I'm just waiting for Tommy to finish his chores in the
barn." "Oh," was his only comment and he scooted closer
still, to where now he was snug up against my right side. He leaned
his head over and placed it against my side. I chuckled at his antics
and he looked up at me and smiled. His attention was so sweet and I
began to think what it would have been like to have a little brother that
might have looked up to me as he was growing up. With all the
things that had happened so far today, the yelling, screaming and even
Brandon's bratty attitude, this had been one of the best days I had in a long
time. A woman's voice called from inside
the house, "I'm home!" and Jamesson jumped up, but before he left he gave me
a hug around the neck and then went running inside. I didn't feel like
moving, so I kept my seat and watched the backyard. A few more moments
passed and I heard Mike laugh and the higher pitch of a female laugh.
I heard the sound of someone coming towards the backdoor and then a woman
appearing. She was smiling at me and I stood up, but not as fast as I
normally would. My legs were feeling kind of rubbery from my earlier run
around the yard. "You must be Brent." she said. "My name is Carolyn and
I'm Tommy's mother." I held out my hand and said, "Yes ma'am, I'm Brent, very nice
to meet you." She looked down at my outstretched hand, then held her
arms out. "We hug around here." I gave her a smile and allowed
myself to receive a hug, which I returned in kind. My family was
definitely not this touchy feeley and I wasn't used to spontaneous
hugs or any other kind, except maybe from Connie. "Mike was just telling me about your run in with
the rooster. I'm not sure if he embellished the tale, or if it
really happened the way he said, but it sounds like you had a little
adventure." She said and smiled. "Oh, I'm sure he probably told it like it happened. He
seemed to think it was quite funny, but I can survive without those kind of
adventures, I assure you." I laughed and so did she. I heard Tommy
call out my name and I looked in his direction and saw him walking
towards us out of the barn. He had a cute smile on his face and when he
saw me look, he started running towards us. He ran up on the steps and
joined his mom and I. "Did you meet Brent?!" He asked his mom, a little out of
breath from his run over. "Yes son, we were just getting acquainted. Did you
finish your chores?" She asked him and they hugged. "Yes ma'am. I'm going to go change and then Brent and I
are going to take a walk, if that's ok? I want to show him around a
little." Tommy asked her permission. "Sure, that sounds fine. I should have dinner ready in
about an hour, so make sure you two are back in time." She then turned
to me and said, "It's nice to meet you finally. Tommy couldn't stop
talking about you all weekend. I'm glad you two boys have made a
friend. Now hurry and go change Tommy," she turned to him and
said. "Remember, be back in about an hour." She gave us both a
smile and then turned and went back inside the house. "Come on Brent. We need to check the washer, then come
with me while I change and we can go for a walk and talk finally." He
grabbed my arm and led me into the house. The clothes had completed the wash cycle and Tommy washed his hands
in the basin, removed the clothes from the washer and placed them
in the dryer. He took a dryer sheet and threw it in after the clothes,
closed the dryer door, and then pressed the button to start it. We
left the washroom and as we passed the family room, Mike looked over at us and
when he saw me, he started laughing. I shook my head at him and scowled,
which only served to make him laugh harder. Once we made it to the top
of the stairs, Tommy opened his bedroom door and we went in. Brandon was
lying on his bed reading an Ironman comic and looked up at us, then went back
to reading. I took a seat at the computer desk while Tommy went and
opened a closet door and walked in it. I looked over at Brandon and he
was now watching Tommy and what he was doing in the closet. He must be
making sure Tommy doesn't touch his clothes, I chuckled to myself. Tommy
came out of the closet carrying a pair of camouflaged patterned pants and a
black t-shirt. Satisfied with Tommy's choice from the closet, Brandon
went back to reading his comic. Tommy laid the
clothes from the closet on his bed, sat next to them and pulled off his
boots. He then stood up, pulled his shirt off, which he threw towards a
hamper behind the door. He unbuttoned his pants and
zipper, then pulled his pants off and threw them towards the hamper, as well.
He walked across the room to a chest of drawers, that was located on
Brandon's side, and opened a drawer, scrounged around for a few seconds, and
came up with a pair of clean boxers. He closed the drawer and walked back
over to his bed. In one swift motion, he pulled his boxers down and stepped
out of them, turned and pitched them towards the hamper. When he turned and
made the pitch, he was facing me full on, standing in nothing but a
pair of socks. I couldn't help it, and a gasp escaped my mouth as
I got my first view of his body and more importantly his cock. It was about
2 inches soft, cut like me, with a light dusting of wiry blonde pubic hair
crowning the base of it. His balls hung low, the left one hanging slightly higher
than the right and looking about the size of plums. Seeing him in this state
of undress, my own reaction was predictable. My cock went from soft to uncomfortably rigid
in a blink of the eyes. Tommy heard my gasp and looked at me as
the used boxers hit the floor behind the door. Realization dawned
on his face of what he'd done in front of me and he grabbed his clean boxers
and pulled them on in a hurry. He looked at me once his boxers were
securely around his waist and the blush on his face was glowing. He
looked over towards Brandon, who was blissfully oblivious to anything out of
the ordinary having happened, and still engrossed in his comic.
Tommy's eyes returned to me and he mouthed 'sorry' with a little grimace
on his face. I mouthed 'WOW' back to him and he smiled and turned
to finish getting dressed. "Ok, I'm ready to go. I just need
to grab a Coke from the icebox before we leave. Did you want
something to drink?" He asked me once he was dressed and turned back to face
me. "Sure, sounds good. I'm ready when
you are." I smiled back. The show a moment ago was still very
vivid in my mind, and I was kind of uncomfortable about the pole I was still
sprouting in my jeans. "Ok, lets go then." Tommy
said. I stood up from the chair and when I did, I knew he could tell I
was sporting a hardon. I looked down and my cock was stretched out,
running down the left side and very well defined in my semi-tight
Diesels. I looked back up at Tommy and his eyes were locked on my crotch
and I saw him look up at me with a wide eye stare and then back down to my
crotch. My turn to blush occurred and the feeling of discomfort coming
from my aroused state was temporarily relieved, when I adjusted myself using
my hand to move my cock to a less glaring presentation in my jeans.
Tommy looked back up, but not before witnessing my rearrangement and gave me a
huge smile. All I could do is shrug and blush more. He
grabbed my arm and led me out of the bedroom and closed the door behind
us. He stopped me from walking on and leaned in close to whispered,
"Frank was right wasn't he?" A smile crossed his lips and up
went his left brow. I gently shoved him away and gave him a smirk and he
chuckled and led me down the stairs, through the family room and into the
kitchen. The brief pause and walk down the stairs allowed my member to
return to normal, preventing any further embarrassment along the
way. His mother was busy in the kitchen
preparing dinner as we entered. I also got to meet the last member of
the Weber family, Angie. She was busy stirring a wooden spoon in a bowl,
as she sat on the floor, across the kitchen, well out of her mothers
way. She looked up at Tommy and I when she heard him open the frig, gave
us the once over, and then went back to concentrating on her
'cooking'. "Remember boys, be back in about an
hour. I think we will have dinner at 6:30." Tommy's
mother reminded us. We both nodded. Tommy handed me a can of Coke
and we left the kitchen, eventually making it out the front door and walking
side by side as we headed towards the road that Hank had driven down to get
here. I opened my Coke, and Tommy did likewise. Brfoe we had take
20 steps, I had finished the drink and wondered what to do with the empy
can. Tommy looked at me and said to just throw it along the road and
we'd pick them up on our way back. He us down a dirt road that branched
off the main drive and we walked about 50 yards further, before he left the
road, with me following, and sat down under a large cottonwood
tree. "Finally!" He said and heaved a large
sigh. He smiled at me and just gazed into my eyes as I looked back at
him. "I didn't mean to expose myself on purpose in front of you. I
just kind of forgot you were there, well not exactly forgot. I just felt
comfortable and my mind didn't really take account that I was about to
embarrass myself." "Believe me, Tommy. You had nothing
to be embarrassed about. I really, REALLY, liked what I saw!" I
said and smiled at the blush that crept into his cheeks. "I know for a
FACT you saw what it did to ME, so don't worry." I thought about how to
proceed with our 'talk' and decided I would tell him about myself and how I
came to the realization I was gay. I sat down in front of him and
started my talk. He sat and watched me talk, as he listened intently to
all I had to tell him. I told him about my friends and all the things I
had enjoyed doing in LA. Then I told him about Russell and everything
that happened to me that day and the epiphony I had about being gay. I
explained that Connie was the only one who knew with certainty, besides him
now, and my fear of how my parents would react to the news. He only
interrupted my rambling a couple times to ask if I planned to play any sports
here and to share his understanding of my fears about my parents' reaction to
my being gay. When I finished telling him all I could
think of that might be of interest from my past, he began to relate things
from his past in kind. He told me that he didn't really have any close
friends, that with all his brothers and sisters, the farm, and everyday life,
he never found time to form that kind of closeness, but he made sure to let me
know that it was something he now wanted and hoped he had finally found with
me. He liked sports as well, but the only thing he thought he was really
good at was wrestling. I made an off the cuff comment about that and
having his hands all over tight clad teen bodies and we shared a good
laugh. He assured me there was more to it then continued. He
told me about coming out to his parents and how he first knew he was
gay. His acceptance of what and who he was. He
had no attraction to girls, except as simply human beings, but his reaction to
males showed a marked difference. As time past and he aged, he
became more and more aware of his feeling for other boys and men, and at 12,
he sat down with his parents and told them what he was feeling. They
talked to him about puberty and the changes the body goes through
at his age and the mix of emotions and how they could be the cause of his
reaction to other boys. But he told them that wasn't his
problem. He was gay and knew it for a fact and wanted to know if they
still loved him. His parents said of course they did and that if he was
truly gay, it would have no effect on their love for him and that they would
not allow something that he had no control over, and that made him who he was,
to become a negative force in all their lives. From that day
forward, his parents treated him and his homosexuality as just a normal
part of their lives and made it 'ordinary'. They did, however, stress
the fact that not everyone would feel the way they did, so he needed to be
selective of whom he told because of the way many in our society reacted to
people who were gay. He continued by telling me that he was at
a point in his life where he wanted to experience the close bond of
friendship, but also wanted the closeness that only being in a relationship
with someone else offered. He had thought about coming out to a friend
he was closer to than most, named Tony, who had been on his wrestling team
from junior high and that he had known for most of his life. He thought
he would be accepting of it and probably would welcome it, because Tommy was
pretty sure that Tony was attracted to guys, if not actually gay, then at
least bi. Then Tommy smiled at me and said, "Of course, that
was before I saw the sexiest, cutest guy I had ever laid eyes on standing
outside the admin building on Friday. One look and the sound of his west
coast accent, sent shivers down my spine and when I saw his eyes and how they
reached inside of me and filled me with warmth and understanding. Well,
Tony can find his own distractions, but I've found what I've been looking
for." He gave me the 'look' and I chuckled at how cute he
was. He finished what he wanted to tell me and
we just sat looking at each other. Finally I looked down at the ground
between us and thought about everything he'd said and what I really wanted
from all this. A few minutes passed without either of us saying
anything, then I finally decided that I knew what I wanted. "Tommy." The unexpected sound of my voice
startled him a little and he blushed a bit, but looked me in the eyes waiting
for what I had to say. "I know what I want right now and I think we both
want the same thing. Will...will you be my boyfriend?" When the
words left my mouth, Tommy's eyes watered up and a look came upon his face
that I can't describe, but sent a tingling down my spine and filled me with
warmth and a kind of security. He looked like he was going to say
something a couple times, but was having difficulty getting it past the
emotions constricting his vocal cords. Finally he looked like he forced
them to cooperate. "I want to be your boyfriend more than
anything else. I'll be your boyfriend Brent." We both just looked
at each other and I searched his eyes to try and see what he was really
feeling about this. To try and make sure he understood that what I was
asking him was what I told him I had wanted in the locker room after
school. That I wanted it all. I wanted sex, romance, a companion,
friend, and confidant. "You're doing it to me again Brent.
I can see it in your eyes. I know the meaning behind your asking me if I
will be your boyfriend. You want it all. I promise you will
have all of me you want, any time you need or want it. I want it all too
and the only one I want it from is you. So what do we do now?"
He asked me. "We do this." I leaned forward and
took his face in my hands. I placed my lips on his and moved my right
hand to the back of his hand and reach around to his back with my left to pull
him in closer to me. Without missing a beat, he copied my hand
placements with his on my body. We pulled each other tightly together
and moved up onto our knees as we held the kiss. I parted my lips to
invite him in. He responded by doing the same and our tongues meet
in each others mouth. I savored the taste of him and reached in his
mouth further with my tongue, trying to draw more of him into me. Our
tongues fought for position. I moved the hand I had on his back down
lower, to just above his waist, and pull his pelvis into mine. I felt
his hardness against my own and we both moaned together at the contact and
pleasure it sent through our bodies by this intimate contact. "Yeah! I told you he was your
boyfriend!" Tommy and I jumped apart and looked back towards the dirt
road we had left earlier. There on the road, with a birds eye view of
us, were David and Scott on bicycles, staring at us. David was pointing his
hand at us and laughing. Tommy stood up and started walking towards where the
two boys were waiting, but David shoved Scotty and they both turned and
started riding away, but not before David yelled at us that he was going to
tell dad that Tommy and I were kissing. Tommy yelled after him, "DAVID! You
better keep your mouth shut or you'll get it when I get a hold of
you!" I came up beside Tommy and took him by
the arm and turned him around to face me. "It's ok. I think it's
time to let your dad know. I really don't think we have been fooling
him. Why else would he make the comments he's been making all day if he
didn't know. If I weren't gay and he had made those
comments, there'd be no way I would not know you were. How would he
expect someone straight to act upon learning that his new friend was gay?
Huh?" "Well..." Tommy got a thoughtful
look on his face, then eventually he nodded his head. "I think
you're right. He would think someone straight would probably have a
negative reaction to it and have asked to be taken home almost
immediately. I wonder how he knew?" He looked at me for some kind of
answer. "You're asking me?" I laughed and
then reached for him again and gave him another kiss. Before we got tied
up in a marathon lip lock, I broke the kiss. "Um...we better go back to
your house. I think it's been at least an hour and we have some
explaining to do to your parents." I reached for his hand and took it in
mine and started walking back towards his
home. Thanks to all the people who have written with
encouragement and positive feedback for this story. I hope you enjoyed
this segment of Learning to Love. If you would like to send me an
email, you can send it to jmedinacorona@gmail.com. Stay tuned
for more to come!
Any similarity to any real life situation,event, or person(s) is purely
of coincidence.
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