The Fork in the Road



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The Fork in the Road

I don't like the long drive I have to make when I'm going to visit William, we're so far apart now.

He's the best friend I ever had you know? I was born one week before Will, and his family lived next door.

We were together since nursery, then to pre-school and elementary school.

It was a beautiful routine to see both of us walking together every single day to school; that's what Mom said.

We were only kids and for our families, we were both their sons and they loved us in that same way.

But for me we were more than brothers, it was something very tight between us, some kind of invisible link that made us stay together. He was my soul mate and he knew me even better than I knew myself.

He was the charming one, the cute boy, with light brown hair down to his cheeks, big hazel eyes that enchanted everyone including me. His face was like that of an angel with that little cute nose and that beautiful and dangerous smile too. Looking at him smiling put you totally under his control to do whatever he wanted you to do.

Me au contraire, I was a little taller than he was with black hair and brown regular eyes. I'm totally regular not bad but not a cutie, just unnoticeable and worst if I was compared to him I had no chance at all.

Everybody said that I was the lucky one because he could find and conquer the girls and I only had to ride along and enjoy the company.

Too bad that I'm gay.

But I didn't know about him until it was too late and I couldn't tell him, afraid of what he might say or think about me.

It was weird because knowing each other the way we did, I didn't understand how I hadn't noticed about him. Maybe the same way he didn't notice about me either.

God, it's hot out here and the fucking A/C is broken. I'll put on some music to distract my mind a little.

I remember that song... it was our hit... 'We are the champions.'

I remember that Christmas when we pretended to play to our families.

There were my cousins Joe and Darlene, my Aunt Marge and my uncle George, the third stooge. My Dad and Will's Dad were the other two.

The four cousins put some boxes on the floor, grabbed our toys and played the cassette. We put on a great show, our parents were laughing like a bunch of crazies.

They sang, screamed and clapped their hands together with us. That was my most favorite Christmas ever.

After that day Will and I chose that song to be our theme song, just for the two of us. We were 7 years old at that time.

After every baseball game or soccer game or school exam we sang 'our' song together.

I remember walking and dancing together all way back from school, laughing and goofing around. That's the way our Mothers knew we had won the game or scored an A, we sang 'our song' together.

I miss him; we are so far apart now.

We shared our beds almost daily. If I was doing homework at his home and it was late then his Mom yelled through the kitchen window to my Mom, I was staying for dinner and would sleep over.

The other way worked pretty often too. I mean, being next door was the greatest thing for our moms because they knew we were with our other family.

On Sundays after church our parents shared lunch with the other family, it was almost religious and I don't remember one Sunday our families didn't share lunch together.

Our parents talked and agreed upon our presents for Christmas and our birthdays. We always had one birthday party together with all our friends. Either his house or mine but always together.

That's how his father gave us both baseball gloves and my Dad gave a bicycle to each of us. My parents bought the Nintendo and his parents bought the games.

It was better than brothers you know? We shared everything, well almost everything.

At some point when we were thirteen my feelings toward him changed dramatically. Before that he was my friend, my brother but two or three months after I turned 13 he became more than that. I didn't know at that time but I was totally and completely in love with him and he looked as if he enjoyed the attention.

I was always embracing and touching him, just casually, but always trying to make physical contact with him. I needed that.

When we shared a bed he would embrace me while we slept.

It was natural from the beginning but when I turned 13 it became different.

I think it was because of religion but we almost didn't share any sexual relations together, not even jacking off and let me tell you I jacked off at every opportunity I had.

I'm sure he did too because some nights I woke up and the bed was bouncing slightly. I've never said anything to him about it.

I'm almost there, I have to take the next exit and ten more minutes, I'll be there. He will be happy to see me.

We have a lot of things to talk about. I miss him. We are so apart now.

I liked to stare at him when he was sleeping. His beautiful face, his chest barely moving, his tight belly and his smile, even when he was sleeping he smiled at me, I loved it.

When we were at school I knew when he was looking at me, I felt his stare.

And he could feel mine too.

When we turned 15 I tried to talk to him but he wouldn't pay any attention to what I was trying to tell him.

We were talking.

"I have something to tell you," I started to say.


"You are my best friend you know?"

"Yes I know."

"And more than that..."

"We are like brothers aren't we?" He interrupted me.

"Yes, but shut up I'm not finished yet."

"Ok... quickly, because we have a game to catch you know."

"Forget the game man, this is more important."

"Ok, tell me, what is that important?"

"Well, we have been together our entire life and..."

"Come on David, you're hedging around man!"

"Shut up... Don't push me ok."

"Ok, shoot... quickly!"

"Ok, I'll do it... I love you."

"That was it?"


"Einstein, I knew that before."

"What? How could you?"

"You have said that to me since kindergarten."

"Asshole... That's not what I'm saying!"

"Then what..." beep! beep! "They're here, let's go. We can talk later dude."

"Wait, no we are not finished yet..."

"Come-on you moron, later!"

And that was it, I couldn't explain to him that I was in love with him and not that I just loved him.

A couple of weeks after that we dated a couple of girls and he became the lucky one too. Both girls talked with him the entire night. I was the fifth wheel but there were only four of us in this case if you know what I mean.

One of the girls 'Jenny,' became his girlfriend shortly after that.

She was cute with a nice body. But she was not too brilliant you know?

Anyway, he liked her and his parents did too.

I didn't have a girlfriend and you know why. My parents kept telling me to find a girl but I couldn't. We drifted apart very quickly.

We didn't share beds very often anymore. Just once each week, sometimes none.

I was saddened but I never told him about it, he looked so happy with her that I couldn't. That was my mistake, I still regret it.

One week before our birthday he came to my house unexpectedly on a Saturday.

He entered my room, closed the door, just stared at me, saying nothing and slowly, very slowly the tears came to his eyes. Soon after that he was crying and trembling so hard. I stood and hugged him tightly.

He cried for a few minutes and I just hugged him until he calmed down.

"What happened?" I asked.

"I don't know... It was... She... I mean... I--I don't know."

"Ok, relax a little dude. Breathe slowly come on... yes, like that, once again... Are you better now?"

"Yes... thanks."

"Do you want to talk about it or do you prefer to wait?"

"I don't know..."

"I won't push you... don't worry about it... I'm here whenever you want..."

"It's about Jenny."

My heart sank deeply into my chest. That bitch, she did something to him, omigod, I'm going to kick her ass... She'll hear me... that's for sure.

"What happened?"

"We broke up."

"Oh man... I'm sorry... What happened?"

Bitch, I knew it. She didn't love him, she was just playing with his heart, bitch!

"I broke up with her"

That fuc...what?

"You did what?"

"I broke up with her."

"But why? Did she cheat on you?"

"No, she was great."

Fuck her!


"It's me."

"Ah... ok... you like someone else."

"No... I mean... Yes."

"Come on dick head, yes or no?"


"Ok, who's the lady?"

"Look... if I tell you something you won't hate me?"

"No I won't. Just don't tell me you are in love with my Mom because I'll kick your ass to Alaska."

"No way... Asshole... She's my mom too."

"Ok, just checking."

"I love you."

"I love you too... come on tell me, who is she?"

"There is no she in here..."

"What? Are you telling me that you... I mean... that's not true... you can't..."

"Oh God, I knew it, you hate me. I shouldn't tell you this... Oh My God..."

He stood up and ran to the door but I reached him before he could leave the room.

"Wait... stop... calm down!"

"Oh God... I shouldn't... I'm so stupid... I shouldn't I'm sorry."

"Relax man... It's me you know? We're brothers."

"Oh fuck, don't tell me that... not now please."

He started to cry again and fell back to rest his back on the closet door.

"Hey... listen to me... ok? I don't hate you... and I won't hate you, trust me."

"Please don't tell anybody..."

I was trembling now... Is he? Yes, it looks like, omigod... I can tell him after... just to relax him...Oh no, and if he isn't...God!

"Who's the guy?"

"Forgive me... please forgive me!" and he hugged me tightly putting his head on my shoulder. He smelled so good... clean and fresh... God, I love him so much.

"William Jameson... I don't have anything to forgive you for...don't be silly, come on... I--I love you, you know?"

"I love you too."

"Dork... I know that, I mean that I'm in love with you."

He looked at my face in disbelief. I smiled slightly but my eyes watered almost to tears now.


"I love you too... with all my heart... I've loved you since I was 13."


"That I love you... are you deaf or something?"

"No... but how... are you kidding?"

"No I'm not... I really do... I have loved you since we were 13 years old... with all my heart, soul and mind."

"But you didn't tell me before, why?"

"Yes I did... don't you remember?"

"You didn't... Oh my god... You did tell me... almost a year now... right?"

"Yes... the baseball game."

"Oh fuck... you said it to me and I ignored you... I can't believe it... "

"Me neither"

"Oh God, forgive me please..."

"Don't worry... everything is ok now."

I pulled him to me... very close... and kissed his lips tenderly.

"Mmmhhh" he said and pulled me tightly, kissing me deeper, but gently.

I rubbed his back and waist feeling his frame, slim but firm. His lips were so soft, like velvet and his breath was so fresh.

I felt his tongue probing at my lips. I opened them and he entered my mouth, I sucked his tongue with force making him shudder.

We kissed like that for quite a long time. He left my lips reluctantly and smiled. Then he pulled my t-shirt over my head exposing my chest.

I did the same to him. Oh God, just looking at him made my legs go weak.

He's so beautiful, broad shoulders and smooth chest.

We embraced, feeling our bodies together, for the first time in almost 16 years.

He pushed me back onto the bed and guided me onto my back. He was on top of me kissing and hugging me. He kissed my earlobe, then my neck.

He gently kissed and sucked at me, my collarbone, my chest, my nipple...ooooohhhhhhhh... he bit me just slightly.

Then he rubbed my belly and reached for the fly of my jeans. He put his hand inside my pants and boxers...oooooohhhhhh... I almost came right there.

He kept kissing me down to my navel using his tongue and a little of his teeth, it was amazing and I was hard as a rock. He opened the fly of my pants and pulled them down along with my boxers.

My dick popped out free, hard and leaking pre-cum like never before.

He didn't give me time, he just engulfed my dick with his mouth, and I lost it right then.

Feeling his tongue and wet mouth around my dick was too much for me and I began to cum... and cum... and cum. He swallowed every drop of it.

"Oh... My... That was amazing... " I was gasping for air. He smiled at me and I knew it, I wanted to do him.

I pushed him onto his back.

"You don't have to do anything at all David."


"Really, it's ok..."

"Shut up..." I kissed him and tasted my own cum. It was unbelievable, tasting my juice from his mouth... that was hot and I was like a rock again.

I kissed his chin... bit at it... just a little. I kissed and sucked his cheeks; then his earlobe slowly using my tongue on it. He shuddered.

Down to his neck and directly to his nipples. So many times I had dreamed of this moment and I couldn't imagine the real thing before, this was beyond my dreams, this was reality, nothing like I had dreamed before.

I went down to his navel enjoying his taste, so sweet and clean. He was so smooth and had no hair on his belly.

I opened his pants and pulled them down, he had on briefs. His dick was hard, to his right, and huge!

I bit it through his briefs. Then I pulled gently on his underwear until the head of it was out. I licked it with my tongue and he gasped.

I took the head in my mouth and pulled the briefs down to his knees with his pants. I stroked his balls, like velvet with no hair on them. Actually, he only had a little patch of hair at the base of his cock.

I sucked his balls, one by one with my tongue, then inside my mouth and then together, it was difficult but I did it. I jacked him once and sucked the base of his dick. He gasped.

Jack. Suck. Gasp.

I took his dick deep into my mouth but I almost choked, the gag reflex.

I pulled his dick out but he raised his hips sending his dick to the back of my throat. Again the gag reflex hit me. He did it again, and again, and again.

I relaxed my mouth and throat.

Finally I tried to swallow and he entered my throat.

"Oooooooohhhhhhhh... David, I'm cumming."

He shot his load down my throat. Deeply! I moved up to put his dick in my mouth and he kept cumming.

Suddenly he was done and relaxed a little.

"It was amazing David..."

That was our first time together. Later that night we did it twice again.

And every single day after, we did it two or three times a day, whenever we could.

I was so happy that I couldn't believe it. We were together, after almost 16 years. I knew he loved me and he knew that I loved him. Those days were the most incredible days of our lives.

Our parents noticed something but they never said anything.

They just gave us weird glances during dinner or at lunch on the weekends.


Ok, I'm almost there. I'm nervous. Keep going David. Done, I'm here, take a deep breath and relax. He will be happy to see me.

Lets do it. I walked to him.

"Hi William Jameson, how are you today?"


"Better than me I suppose, almost a year. I miss you."

"I can imagine that."

"I have been thinking a lot about you."

"I know."

"Both Dad and Mom send you greetings. They miss you too, a lot."


"God, it's beautiful here. I love the trees and the garden you have, so green."


"I was thinking of you."

"As always."

"Yes. Did I tell you that I love you?"

"Not in a while."

"Ok, I love you. I've loved you since I was 13. But now I'm 17 and I love you more."

"I love you too."

"I know. I can feel it in my heart."

"You do?"

"All the time. Since that first time I kissed you. Remember?"


"I can feel your lips kissing me. I can feel your hands hugging me. I can smell you and taste you and almost hug you.

I miss you so much; we are so apart now."


"How could you? I mean, it wasn't your fault but...

Why? I don't understand. Why? WHY!!? God Damned!

I can't forget it you know? Every single day I remember you. In the morning you are the first thing in my mind, at night you are the last thing.

I dream about you.

It's not fair, why William?"

"I don't know. You don't either."

"I miss your arms at night, your warm body against me, your hands stroking my chest from behind.

I miss your little kisses on my back, your sweet breath on my face.


Oh God. Tell me why you took him away from me. He wasn't 16 yet you know?"

"He was my world you know? We were together almost a week."





"Oh God, what did we do to deserve this."

"We were a couple of kids you know? Riding our bikes as every day."

He liked to lead both of us, making me sweat to keep his pace.

But that day nobody was leading; we were enjoying the ride you know?

When we reached the corner to turn right to our house he delayed a little, he was two seconds behind my wheels; I saw him smiling at me and turned my face away.

I still hear the screech of tires on the pavement. That sound... THUMP!!

It's always inside my fucking brain I can't forget it.

I turned my head. He was flying like a broken toy, through the air. Another thump when he landed on the ground. A scream, I think it was mine."



I can't take the pain away from me.

You didn't just kill him ... you killed my heart with him. Our families are not the same."

I can't stop my tears... I hate the drive... I hate the pain... I hate the loneliness...his loneliness in this grave.

Soledad (Westlife)

If only you could see the tears
In the world you left behind
If only you could heal my heart
Just one more time
Even when I close my eyes
There's an image of your face
And once again I come to realize
You're a loss I can't replace

It's a keeping for the lonely
Since the day that you were gone
Why did you leave me?
In my heart you were the only
And your memory lives on
Why did you leave me?

Walking down the streets
Of Nothingville
Where our love was young and free
Can't believe just what an empty place
It has come to be
I would give my life away
If it could only be the same
Cause I can't still the voice inside of me
That is calling out your name

Time will never change the things you told me
After all we're meant to be
Love will bring us back to you and me
If only you could see

"I love you William Jameson, I always will."

"I love you too."

Almost a year now of loneliness without him. Visiting his grave makes me so sad, we belonged together.


I'm sorry if this is a sad story but I had it on my mind long time ago I wanted to share it with you. Please, let me know your comments about it.

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