Date: Sun, 11 Oct 2009 13:01:14 -0400
From: Barry Mattison <stories@barrymattison.com>
Subject: "JD the Star"

"JD the Star"
THE AUTHOR: Barry Mattison
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INTRODUCTION:

Although this is a true story, it is written as fiction because it involves
the reference to a real singer who is now deceased. This story only alludes
to the persons name briefly and in no way is meant to imply or have any
personal knowledge of their sexuality or private life. Names of people and
friends have been changed per their request and their permission has been
given to publish this story.

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My name's Vince. I live in Las Vegas, Nevada and this true story was told
to me by my friend, Adam. We were, and still are good friends, and I would
trust him with my life. As I remember, this took place back in the late
eighties; people think that living in "Sin City" anything goes, and to some
extent, times were different in Vegas back then, especially in the gay
scene.

Adam and I were sitting at one of the gay bars having a few beers, talking
about how the people and attitudes were changing in Las Vegas, the
casino's, the gay scene, and any other subject that came up. In particular
we got to talking about the games that gays, bi's, and straights...that's
another word for 'wanna try it once...that some guy's played.  Personally,
I've never believed that there is such a thing as "Bi", but as time has
moved on, I've relaxed my rigidity on that one and now take it case by
case.

At least for tonight that's about all there was to do until midnight rolled
around and the shows ended for the night; that's when all the "girls" hits
the bars. For those of you that might need an explanation, most of the time
many of the boys in the strip shows came dressed either in drag, or came
with half their makeup still on from the show. Some came after getting
changed into their "come fuck me outfits"...just for the next few hours or
maybe one night...some were there just to party and shag their ass in front
of anyone who would grab it and call them "Mary". That was the name
everybody seemed to have if you were "out and proud", young, put your hand
in the other Mary's back pocket at the bar or went all out for the
mandatory double-almost-kiss. It was an aura that separated one group from
others and was part of the game that many of the younger guys played those
days.

In the eighties and nineties gay bars, clubs, stores, and hang-outs tended
to come and go pretty much on a regular basis in Las Vegas. Each bar was
known for some particular habit or fetish of the customers that hung out
there. None of them were very clean, meaning the walls were flat black,
windows had dark tint on them. If they had any windows, drapes hung here
and there for the late night shows, the floors were hardly ever swept, and
the bathrooms...well...we won't go there...and not many did unless you were
looking for a blowjob. Later on that practice was cleaned up by undercover
cops, but the bathrooms were still nothing to write home about.

Needless to say, there were places to go, but sometimes you took a chance
getting in and out of a few of them. Beatings and muggings happened
frequently, not by the usual group of straight guys beating on a single
guy, but mostly gay guys or other guys who hung around the bars knowing
that there were a lot of easy marks there. They would hit them up for money
for drugs for their gambling habits, knowing that the cops wouldn't bother
to come investigate anything happening at the bars anyway. Yeah, those were
different days.

"You'd think that more guys would be concerned with this AIDS epidemic
problem too," Adam said.

"I know I am, that's why I won't go back to anyone's house. Besides, I'm
just not into these guys who want to fuck you and be back at the bar in
half an hour looking for someone else. And I hate the attitude they give
you when you see them next time and they don't even know your name. At
least they could say hi, but they stick their fucking nose in the air like
you're trash when last week you were the best lay they ever had."

"I know what you're saying. I refuse to play the power game either, never
have, hopefully never will. I don't need it bad enough to get some STD,
crabs, or AIDS from some cock sucker who can't keep it in his pants at
night and doesn't know your name by day." Adam lifted his beer to his lips
and took a long drink, finishing it off. We both sat there for a minute and
watched the remaining suds slowly settle down the sides of the bottle and
gather at the bottom of the bottle.

"Got time for another? It's only about ten o'clock and the shows don't
start until eleven or twelve?" I asked, then added, "My nickel."

"Yeah, sure...thanks."

"Phil, can we get two more please...thanks." I asked as I swung around on
my bar stool and looked at Adam for a moment. We had been friends almost
since I had arrived in Vegas. We had met at the beer bust at the Buffalo
which was always followed by a free buffet across the street at Gelo's. It
was sort of a Sunday combo for the locals and a way to meet once a week and
catch up on all the gossip.

Adam was a stud to put it bluntly, but we never did anything sexually
together. Not because we didn't want to, but because I had a feeling it
would have ruined our friendship. A lot of people say that, but I felt it
for real and valued our friendship above everything else. Adam was a
transplant himself and we shared a lot in common, including our view of the
current gay culture, so by not participating in the 'game' part of it, we
kept ourselves apart from that "clique", if that makes any sense. But that
doesn't mean we were hermits by any means. There is a large group of gay
couples and singles in Vegas that get together and do different things such
as hiking, picnics, movies and things like that.

There was something nice about being together, being comfortable with each
other, and not having to worry about all the sex and stuff. I can't explain
it, but when you're surrounded by sharks it's nice to be inside the shark
cage with someone who's got your back. But we did have the problem of
attracting a lot of advances from so many guys, most of them the type I
mentioned before, that many times it was hard for us to sit down and have a
few beers together without being bothered by some twink looking for his
trick for the hour. Trust me, age takes care of that problem. Today was
different because we were at the bar up the road and not the beer
bust,leather guys preview--that's where the guy's with the leather caps,
chains, black leather jocks...with zippers are okay...whips, the whole
outfit, hung out.

These guys are the real thing, bikes and all, and the greatest guys to talk
to and call friends, just not go to home with unless you were into that
sort of thing, which I'm not. Somehow in that, I hope I didn't offend
anyone because the guys that came to the beer bust would do anything to
help a fellow out.

As I said before, different bars, different scenes.

Anyway, back to Adam, me, and the bar. I wanted to ask Adam something I'd
been dying to know about that I'd heard from another friend.

"Hey bud, I heard that you went out with someone that resembled a folk
singer, the one that sings that song, 'Take me Home Country Roads'. Is that
true?"

"Oh boy, that's a story and a half. Where'd you hear that from?"

"From a friend that works in one of the shows. Is it true?"

"Well, yes...and no."

"Okay, I'll bite onto that one. Tell me about it."

"Well, you asked, so you buy and I'll tell you about it. By then it'll be
time to hit the beer bust." But before he took off he leaned over the table
real close to me, looked me in the eye and said, "this is something that is
very close to me heart. I've never told it to anyone before so if I quit in
the middle, you're going to have to let me go with that, okay?"

"No problem bud, you don't even have to tell it to me if you don't want
to."

"No, it's time I talked to someone about it, I'll be right back, and don't
forget that beer."

"It'll be here when you get back." I kept 'em coming as we sat down in a
booth in the back of the place where we could hear each other over the
music and he began...

"This was just before you and I became friends. In fact, this guy I'm
talking about and I met in this bar just after it had opened. I came in one
afternoon for a beer. It was looking like rain, so it was pretty dark
out. As you know, when it rains here everyone comes outside and stands in
the rain 'cause it never rains in the desert."

"Yeah," I interjected, "and everything floods under five feet of water, and
the stupid people drive in it and drown. Happens every time."

"That's about it. Anyway, we were standing outside under the overhang
watching the lighting and rain and this guy in a perfectly maintained,
yellow VW Bug convertible with the top up pulls up, waits a sec, then hops
out and runs like hell for the door. I caught him as he jumped over a
concrete car bumper and landed right in my face, both feet firmly planted
in a large puddle and reaching for some imaginary helper to stop him from
going any farther. I grabbed him by the shoulders to stop him from falling
or running into the bar wall.

He said, thanks man. Couldn't see for shit there. It never rains here and
now it has to pour just when I want to go for a beer.  Thanks again for
stopping me from running into the wall.

I told him, no problem, my name's Adam, what's yours?

He said John, and added, before you say anything, no I'm not.

He had me hooked with that line,so I said, not what? That was before I had
taken a good look at him in the light.

He says, I'm not the country singer you're thinking of...everybody thinks I
am, and to tell the truth, it gets a little too much after a while. I don't
sing, or act. I'm not in any strip shows, and I work at a sports club as a
personal trainer. Now that that's over, how 'bout a beer, my treat?

We shook hands and went in the bar.

Once we were inside, I took a good look at John and thought he did look a
lot like the singer, but much cuter. He had blond hair, a quiet voice,
gorgeous hazel eyes, was about 5'6", maybe 135/136 pounds, a nice butt, and
a perfect package setting off the front of his tight fitting jeans.

I also noticed that JD was eying me over as well.

"Well Adam, you're no slouch either, I love your light brown hair, piercing
blue-green eyes, trim waist, and that sexy 145 pounds on that running body
of yours."

"Quit it Vince, let me get back to the story."

"Okay."

"So anyway, I ordered a Budweiser, 'a sign of the times', and JD ordered
the same.  You don't mind if I call you JD do you John, I asked. It just
sort of fits after all that and I like it on you.

No, not at all, John said, laughing. You're the first one that's done
that. He said that he thought it sounded okay coming from me. Not a big
deal, but it made me feel good.

Continuing on with the usual bar talk I mentioned that I'd never seen him
around here before, had he just moved here?

That led into a conversation about our agreement with some things about gay
bars when he said, 'Naw, I just hate these places and the games you have to
play to talk to anyone decent. It seems like most people are so fake and
really after one thing, three or four times.'

I was laughing because I know what he meant. I hate the same things. I
don't come out very often, but that particular night I thought it would be
nice to have a beer and watch the rain rather than sit at home and watch
TV.

We sat and talked for well over 3 hours while the rain eventually stopped
and the sun came out. During that time a few people had come and gone, but
the place was pretty much ours with the exception of a young couple in the
back area by the pool table, a couple of guys at the bar, and the
bartender, a friend of mine.

Slowly the talk came around to sex and little by little we found ourselves
being more attracted to each other, sliding our bar stools closer and
closer to each other on the floor until we had our arms entwined on the bar
and we were almost lips to lips. It was only a matter of time until that
barrier was broken and those were locked together in a heated
debate. Following that the hands were wandering around under the bar and
mine found that that rather substantial package of his was responding in a
very nice way to my gentle rubbing, and mine equally in return.

What happened next was totally unexpected and has never happened since,
although I've seen it happen quite frequently in the bars to other
people. JD had dropped to one knee on the floor under the bar, unbuttoned
my jeans and had my dick in his mouth, gently rising up and down on it with
his warm mouth, giving me a hardon that was growing fast. I kept looking at
the bartender with an agonizing smile on my face, he knew what was going on
and had a smile on his face...as a matter of fact I think everyone had
smiles on their faces.

I reached down with both hands and pulled JD's face up to mine, kissed him
hard, and said, why don't we find a much nicer place than this to continue.

He said his place was just a little ways from here and asked if I had my
car here at the bar. I told him I had walked down and that I lived about a
mile away, but I had a roommate. I stuffed my engorged cock into my jeans
and buttoned the Levi 501's back up and over the obvious bulge.

He said he had his own apartment and we could go there.

The next day was Saturday so neither of us had to work; naturally that
meant I didn't have to worry about getting up early if I didn't make it
home.

For some reason, out of the blue, I started thinking about something--I
walked up to JD, put my arms around him, looked him in the eyes and point
blank asked him if I was going to end up walking home tonight alone while
you sleep? Is this just a one-night-stand? If it is, as much as I'm into
you for some reason, I'm not into sex, then getting kicked out the door,
and having to walk home in the dark in Vegas.

He said he he really liked me and would like me to stay the night and give
me a ride home the next day. Then we'd talk about what happens after that.

I was still a little wary, but felt better after that and thanked him for
being honest; that's something you don't find much of around here these
days.

Right after that the mood lightened up and he started joked around. But his
line about hopping into his yellow bug and heading for home before his
jeans busted open right there got me excited enough to hurry him to the
car.

We arrived at JD's apartment across town...about an hour and a half walk
from my place...and after a quick show 'round, we managed to make it to the
bedroom with just our socks on. After a somewhat quick shower during which
we managed to get each other even closer to the edge with a little soap,
frantic washing of each other, a little cock play, and of course, some
gentle cleaning of each other's butt crack and hole, we did a quick towel
dry...and fell on the bed together, face to face, arms wrapped around one
another, tongues buried to the hilt in each other's mouth. Neither of us
could explore oral real estate fast enough. Eventually we started working
south, exploring each other's nipples, sensitive as hell and getting hard
as rocks, then back to kissing again.

It was the most incredible feeling Vince!"

"I'm sitting here with a hardon already you goofball, keep going!"

"All right...I personally like partners a little shorter than myself for
some reason and we fit together perfectly. Our dicks were hard and pointing
straight out at each others balls. He was so perfect in every way, right
down to a perfect set of balls that hung down just right for me to start
with. I gently pushed him onto his back and slid down to where I could
reach his balls with my tongue. He had both hands behind his head as I slid
my hands up each side of his muscular legs and smooth cheeks, lifting them
up a little.

Oh shit that feels good JD said as I sucked each ball into my warm mouth,
one at a time, rolled it around gently, then moved down farther to that
sensitive place between a guys asshole and his balls and started slowly
licking and sucking upwards towards his balls again, returning them to my
warm mouth for another once-over before sliding my tongue up his eight inch
shaft, around the tip a few times to collect the sweet juices gathered
there, and then licked down to the base, buried in soft hairs. Then I
slowly moved back in the direction I just came from, taking care to tease
and tantalize him to the brink of orgasm, then stopping and waiting as he
writhed back and forth on the bed in torment and pleasure.

I finally reached the top of his cock, slurped up his juices again and then
plunged down all the way to the bottom in one quick move, to which he
reacted by raising his hips right off the bed and humping my mouth, fucking
me right there with his cock. He was getting close when I pulled away and
said I didn't want him to cum yet, not that way.

I turned over on my back and he climbed up on top of me where he started
sucking on each nipple, moving back and forth until each one was standing
straight up and was as sensitive as hell. I was the one squirming now as he
continued down the thin line that split the center of my flat chest,
following it down to the "V" of light blond hair that started at my belly
button and led him further down to the treasure he sought, my thick cock.

Slowly he worked his way up and all around my cock, licking, slurping and
sucking before he lapped up the copious juices flowing out of the tip and
sucked in and out, farther and farther down on my dick until his nose was
buried in my pubes again. Then he started a strong sucking up and down on
my dick until I couldn't stand it anymore.

I said, I'm 'gonna cum if you keep doing that, and he responded by pushing
on a point at the base of my dick until I felt the impending orgasm
subsiding slightly. He slid his tongue from the base to the top of my
slicked up cock and licked up the juices still running from the slit at the
top of my dick. I've always been one to have a lot of pre-cum juices
flowing until I finally cum. It's not something I have any control over,
but there's never any need for extra lubrication.

I quickly seized the opportunity to get him up on all fours and dove into
the crack between those luscious orbs with my tongue, where I went for the
prize--that little pink pucker staring me in the face, waiting for my
tongue to part it open and find it's way in.

JD raised his hips a little higher and bent his back lower to open up his
cheeks farther and began purring as I continued my attack on his pucker. As
it started to open up little by little under my assault, and with the help
of his uncontrollable movements of pleasure, my tongue began to reach in
farther and farther, touching the sphincter and loosening him up even
further.

Finally he couldn't stand it anymore and we quickly switched positions. He
started licking feverishly at my hole and simultaneously anointing it with
some spit for lubrication as he slowly inserted his index finger. In and
out he pushed and pulled until he had one finer in, then spitting again, he
started with two fingers, slowly at first, then ending up with both fingers
easily going all the way in, massaging my prostate and eliciting a moan of
pure pleasure out of me that I'd never really heard before and a feeling
that I've never really felt before.

I'd been fucked before, but it was under less than optimal circumstances by
someone who didn't have my interests in mind, but that's another story.

It wasn't long before I knew that I was going to cum if he kept that up. I
finally had to say, JD, fuck me, no more playing around, I want your dick
inside me now!"

Adam slammed his fist on the table in the heat of the moment and the beer
bottles jumped and clinked together, and of course, everyone looked up. We
both hunkered down and hide in the booth snickering.

"Oops, sorry about that Vince."

"It's okay, I'm almost came in my jeans anyway. Get back to where you were,
quick!"

"In no time I felt his dick sliding up and down my well, spit-lubed
crack. Then he slowly entered me little by little and waited as I felt the
pain turn to pleasure. He must have seen the change on my face because he
slowly started pushing in and out until he was buried all the way in. I
started pushing back against him as he pushed in and we began a slow,
steady rhythm that felt so good, so hot, and soooo stimulating in my brain
that I started feeling an orgasm building up deep within my soul somewhere.

As soon as he felt me speed up, we both did and the feelings of intensity
and sexual pleasure intensified with each thrust.

He kept saying, aw yeah, that's it, as he pumped his hips faster and
faster. I'm getting close, you're so tight and it feels so
good. Ah...ah...ah...

I'm almost there too I tried to say as I bounced back and forth on the
bed. Harder, do it harder! I mumbled as my orgasm started working its way
up from the base of my cock; as it did my colon started squeezing his dick
and within seconds I felt a hot load of jizz release way up inside me as he
wrapped his right arm around me and lifted me up to be able to keep pumping
more juice into my hole. He let go such a huge orgasm that I could feel
some of his cum sliding down my legs as he continued to slide his cock in
and out. At the same time I released a huge load of my own, 5...6...7
spurts hits the headboard, the next few hit us both in the face, and the
rest landed on me and the bed as I felt myself getting weaker and weaker
from spraying so much cum all over and from the workout I had gotten at the
other end.

After what seemed like an eternity we both collapsed sideways on the bed,
sliding around in the cum I had just sprayed all over the covers. His dick
was still up my ass and it felt good.

I told him not to pull his cock out as I wiggled backwards until we were in
a comfortable spoon. We both fell asleep just like that.

Later, when we woke up, kissed and rolled around the bed for a while, we
hopped into the shower together where we had sex again after getting all
soaped up. It was like, oh, I don't know, we had a special connection that
I knew might last longer than that one, no two times. And I was right.

It was early the next morning already. We'd fucked and slept through the
whole night. JD got dressed in some clean clothes...a la commando,
something we both already shared...and then we headed over to my place to
get some clean clothes for me.

He thought I should bring a few changes of clothes and hang at his place
for the weekend. Sounded like a great idea to me. Although it still smarted
to sit down. So I asked him what he thought about doing for the day.

He suggested we go back to his place, make some breakfast, drop off my
stuff and relax for a bit. I like to hike, ride up Mt. Charleston, anything
except hang around the house all day. I asked him if he'd ever been down to
the hot springs below Hoover Dam.

He'd heard of them, but never hiked down there. He asked the usual
questions, how long does it take to get in to them, are there snakes, all
that stuff.

I told him it took about an hour or so to hike in. There's a few places
where you have to climb down a rope, but other than that, it's just all
downhill hiking and climbing over huge boulders sometimes. But the hike is
worth it because there's a nice pool there and you can swim underneath this
huge boulder and come up in this cave with a waterfall. The water is
naturally heated underground to about eighty-five or ninety degrees and it
feels good to sit under the falls and make out with someone.

He wasn't sure about hiking in the summer heat, or even hiking at all. I
had the distinct feeling that he wasn't much of an outdoors person at
all. But I could handle that.

We headed back to his apartment. In the daylight it was easier to remember
how we got to the apartment, just in case I ever had to walk back.

Vince, you know how easy it is in Vegas to get around with the streets
going east/west and north/south. The only problem is that dang railroad
going smack down the center of town west of the strip and you can only
cross it at certain streets. So sometimes you can see the street you want
to get to fifty yards away, but have to walk an extra mile out of your way
to get to it."

"Yeah, I know. I've walked cross-town more than once and had to walk those
extra miles just to get around the railroad tracks."

"Hey, I've 'gotta take a piss. Since the beer's on you, order up while I'm
gone, okay?"

"Sure, same thing?"

"Yeah. It's still pretty quiet in here. Oh well, I'll be right back and
finish my story so we can hit that "show at the barely."

"I'll be right here," I replied. While he was gone I sat there, mindlessly
trying to pull the label off the icy, wet beer bottle and thinking about
how jealous I was of Adam for meeting this guy. I was also curious about
where he was now if this was supposed to be such a great romance. I had
just pulled the complete label off in one piece when Adam came back and sat
down.

"Okay, where was I?"

"You were leaving your apartment and..."

"Oh yeah, I got it.

"Well, on the way back to his apartment he asked me if I wanted to drive up
the strip. I said sure, it was mid morning, the sun was out, the top was
down, and it was a great day.

So we headed to the south end of the strip, turned right on Tropicana and
headed north with me driving in the inside lane headed north to meet up
with our cross-street. On the way JD comes up with this wild idea that I
needed a blowjob on the strip, in a yellow VW bug convertible, with lots of
people around.

"So did you?"

"Does a bear shit in the woods? Of course not...not...hahaha. I was a
little more wild and reckless then. I also didn't think about the
consequences much back then. We sure did. Down the strip we went, me
driving and JD giving me a blowjob right there in the car. I must say that
I was driving a little wobbly and my speed was a little off at times, but
by the time we got to our turn off, I could just barely make the turn so I
had to tell him to stop until we got to the apartment.

But that has to rate as one of the most exciting things I've ever done."

"Holy shit!, I guess so! I've never had anything like that happen to me."

"JD was like that for a while. Impulsive, fun to be around, made everyone
laugh. Just a pleasure to be with. So we started going out together when we
could. We went to the beer busts and the buffet. He seemed to know a lot of
people. I thought it was because of who he looked like. I tell 'ya, it
really was uncanny how much he looked like that singer guy. People would
just stop and stare at us when we walked into a casino or went someplace to
eat. Actually, lots of times we got the best seats at restaurants and all
sorts of things without even saying a word. But he had no problem using it
to his advantage. I personally felt like we were cheating or something.

But anyway, after a week or two I started staying at his place more and
more and it seemed to work out fine for a while, but I still had this funny
thing nagging at the back of my head that something wasn't right. That's
when it started to fall apart."

"What happened?"

"I can't say for sure. The sex was great, everything seemed fine, at least
as far as I thought. But he started going to the bars more and more and
leaving me at home, or I would be waiting at my apartment where he was
supposed to be picking me up and he'd never show. Things like that. The
other thing that was always a problem was that he never liked to talk much
about anything going on in his head or between us. When times were good
they were good, but when something got him off track, he wouldn't say what
was bothering him. But it wasn't like he couldn't say what was bothering
him, it was more like he wouldn't say."

"I guess I tend to hold things in myself. Did you try to push him a little
to see if he would talk about what was going on. I mean, if someone I loved
was doing that to me I'd be pretty upset about it and would want to know
why he wanted to be in a relationship, and still left me home and stood me
up."

"Yeah, I tried to talk to him about all those things, but he would just
stare at me and leave in a huff like it was all my fault. I didn't know
what to do. I finally ended up mostly being alone at my own place because
he wouldn't return my calls and stuff.

So this one night I was feeling down, so I decided to walk down to the bars
and go out for a while. After a few beers a few friends came in and they
talked me into going next door to the dance club to cheer me up. It's
always pretty dark and smoky in there so I went out back on the patio and
there was JD with another guy. They were sitting together kissing at the
backbar. I was pissed, but what could I do. By then JD had seen me. I
turned around to walk out, expecting him to follow me and at least give me
an explanation. I thought I at least deserved that after all we'd been
through.

When I got inside I looked back to see if he was behind me...nope, he was
still sitting there with this new guy,he never even looked at me.

I was totally devastated. I mean, we had talked so many times about the
games that these guys played and how they bounced around from guy to guy
just looking for sex, no commitment, and here he was doing it himself. We
had always agreed that we would never do this to each other, and here he
was, in the arms of a stranger. I suddenly realized that this was the
feeling that had been nagging me all along and I was sure that he'd been
going out all the time that we'd been going together.

I waited for a few minutes and then walked back to the patio, walked up to
JD and said hi, but all he could say was 'can I help you'.

I was stunned, embarrassed in front of this other guy, and felt like he'd
hit me right in the gut. All I could say was 'asshole' as I stumbled out of
the building and walked home in tears, my heart broken, my head spinning
and my feet running on automatic to get home as fast as possible. I not
only felt stupid, angry, used, but ashamed and worthless. It was like I was
some kind of trash, just a whore off the street.

After that I fell into a real depression and only left my apartment to go
to work, the store, the basic things I had to do. I couldn't talk to
people, smile, or barely function. Friends knew something was really wrong,
but I just couldn't explain to them that my gay partner was jumping from
bed to bed and had just left me to go fuck someone else. I couldn't fathom
how someone could do this to me, especially after all the talking and
agreeing we had done about the exact same subject. I had never been
rejected so deeply and I didn't know how to handle it. That's why I'm so
sensitive now to these guys who do this to people. I just don't understand
how they can be so heartless. I can sort of understand how things don't
work out between people sometimes and they go their separate ways, but not
how people can treat other people they supposedly love the way he was
treating me.

It took a long time, but I finally came to the realization that there are
people that use others to get what they want and don't care about anyone
but themselves, and in the same vein I have learned how to avoid them. I am
worth something as a person and I'm proud of who I am.

Look at me now, telling you all this has brought all this up again and I'm
going to start crying."

"I'm so sorry Adam, I never realized this happened to you. If you start
crying I will too so please don't. You're such a great guy I would think
that anyone would be lucky to have you as a boyfriend. JD just used you
just like most of these other kids do. It's not right to hurt someone's
feelings like that when they are really trying to make a relationship
work. I think you're a wonderful person and would never let anyone hurt you
like that again, I promise."

"Thanks Vince, I've never told anyone this story because it hurt so much
that I had really buried it way down deep to avoid getting depressed again
over it."

"Thanks for telling me, you needed to get it off your chest and I'm glad
you trusted me to tell it to."

"You don't think that I'm a bad person do you Vince?"

"No Adam, we've been friends for quite a while, you're the farthest thing
from a bad person I've ever known, and since we're spilling the beans here,
I have to be honest and tell you that I've always had a crush on you, but
never thought you were interested in me other than as a friend, so I've
always left it at that. It's been hard at times for me to sit at the bars
or go out and do things with you and have you right next to me, or see you
kiss someone else and not feel a little sad inside."

"Really? I just never looked at things between us in that light. We are
very close, we know everything about each other, even what we look like
naked from staying over at each other's place. Of course I'm the butch
one...not! Just kidding.

Well, we're going to miss that show at Gelo's if we don't get walking. I
know it's only down the street, but I've already had a few beers and need
to walk 'em off and clear my head before starting again."

"Okay Adam, give me just a second while I run to the boys room, the one
down there will be packed."

"No problem, I'll be outside waiting for you."

As I was taking a leak I just couldn't get out of my mind how much I hurt
for Adam and how he had been taken like that by such a jerk. I wish I had
the opportunity to be with him as his boyfriend in a two-way
relationship. But, so be it. A few shakes, stuff it in my pants, and I was
out the door.

I dropped a fiver on the bar for Phil, waved at him, and walked out the
door.

"Hey Adam, you ready?"

"Sure thing bud."

He was trying to cover it up, but I knew he'd been crying. We headed on
down the sidewalk towards the bar. It was summer and the late evening air
was still fairly hot. That cold beer was going to taste good.

"Hey Vince, thanks."

"For what?"

"Just...thanks."

As he said that I felt his hand slip into mine and hold on tight. We both
looked at each other and smiled. It was then that I knew that from that
point on that everything was going to be okay between us.

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I hope you liked my first True Story. I might continue this, we'll have to
see. There is more to the story. But I'd have to write a book and with one
book going already it takes a lot of time.

Thanks for stopping by.
Barry