Date: Sat, 11 Aug 2018 13:39:01 -0600
From: Rocky Hawkins <justwriting@soniq.org>
Subject: Brain Mecklinberg (Part 1)

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It was another town. Another apartment. Another school. After the last 4
times, I had gotten a bit numb to it all. Mom, the never-settled, had
broken it off with another boyfriend - but this time, it was her boss, and
thus, our apartment above the dentist's office that she was fired from was
no longer available to us.

I stood up in class, at the teacher's direction. Walking from the desk to
the front of the class, I could tell I was much like the other 6th
graders. I had just turned 12, and I was a thin, kind of lanky guy. Most of
the boys in my new classroom were sporting tight and high haircuts; not
me. I was ever the rebel. Coming from Seattle this time, I had grown my
hair out; it's what you did there. Besides, it was the 90s! The grunge look
was in!

Mrs. Kopp put her hand on my shoulder, leaning in. She whispered, "I know
this part sucks."  She then looked to the class. "Group, thank you for your
attention. This is Dade...Murphy. He's going to be joining us this
year. Please make him feel welcome. Dade, anything about yourself to
share...?"

I felt myself completely red from head to toe. I mean, I was a red-head,
but this was just pure torture. I coughed, then spoke. "Well, uh..."

I thought back to the last three times I had to do this. They didn't
care. Dade, say whatever. Make it up? No one knows you. You won't be here
long enough for it to matter.

"So, yeah, my name is Dade. I, uh, moved from Seattle. Played some soccer
there, but... Wisconsin doesn't seem to be much about that," I looked
around. All Green Bay Packers stuff. That was football, I think. "So, maybe
I'll give this football thing a try."

I got through it. No one talked to me, but the whispers were familiar.

"He's kinda cute," the girls would say.

"What's with the long hair? Is he trying to be Kurt Cobain?" Heard that one
before; but geez, he JUST died, leave him alone.

"I heard gingers like, can't be photographed," Ok, that's a new one. I'm
sure they are referring to the lack of souls we are plagued with. Whatever.

I walked home after the first day, feeling exactly as I always do. I kicked
a rock. No need to make friends, I'll be leaving soon anyway. Mom will find
a reason to leave. Besides, no one likes to be friends with a faggot.

Yeah, I'm gay. I've known it forever. I've always liked guys. Never knew
what to call it. I mean, I got to kiss my first guy in the last town; and
it was great. Well, I got beat up for it. But, you know, kinda worth it.

"Hey," someone said, behind me. I was still in my own world.

"Hey!" they said again, and tapped me on the shoulder. "New kid - what's
your name..?"

I stopped, pulling the headphones out of my ear. I turned. "What?"

To my left, a boy. My age. I think? He was smiling, and shuffling his books
around to extend a hand. I took it and shook. I blinked. He... was cute.

"Hey, so yeah, I'm Brian," he said. His hand pulled from mine and his books
shuffled back to his chest. He was shorter than me, and his arms weren't
really built for holding so many books. "Mecklinberg. Yeah, so we have
class together, and like, you live right by me. I saw you walk to school
this morning. We could..."

His books were not his friends today. He lost control of them, and we both
knelt to pick them up. "...walk together if you want."

I smiled at him, and held onto a couple of the larger books. We walked the
rest of the way home. He told me that he lived with his older brother (who
was a jerk) and his dad. I told him that I lived with my mom.

Well, so much for no friends.

Over the next few weeks, Brian and I became good friends. We shared
homework. We both tried out for the football team. Neither of us made
it. So, we found other things to do. He would stay over once in a while for
dinner. One night, he asked if he could stay over night.

"Sure, honey, but lights out at 10:30, school in the morning," mom said.

By 9:30, we were in my room, door closed. Homework was all done, and I had
a tv in my room. I only got the basic cable channels, but I had a VCR. I
put in my favorite movie, 'Howard the Duck', and we got ready for bed. I
didn't even think about it, until now. I was gonna be in bed with another
boy!

My room was small, even by normal standards, so when we moved in the bed,
the dresser, and the desk, I really only had a thin walkway between
them. The bed was pushed up against the wall even, so there was really only
one way in or out. Brian's backpack and overnight bag were stuffed in the
corner, and when I started to ruffle through my dresser for some clothes,
he slid off the corner of the bed. "I'll be right back," he said.

I stopped to watch him leave the room with his things. Ok, so not gonna get
to see him change clothes, this time. Got it.

By the time he returned, I was ready. Jogging pants, no underwear, and a
Garfield t-shirt that said, 'I hate Mondays'. He had standard pajamas,
flannel. We got in bed, resumed the movie, and finished off the
popcorn. 10:30 came far too quick, and it was lights out.

We had been whispering back and forth about school, and class, and Mom had
already shushed us twice. After being silent for a little bit, I started to
think about him. He was only inches away. Maybe?

"Brian," I whispered. My hand touched his chest. He didn't move.

"Yea, Dade?" his voice was shallow.

"You ever, you know... think about sex stuff?" I held my breath.

"Uh, sure, like, who doesn't?" He shifted a little, and pulled the covers
up.

I let my hand shift down to his stomach. I felt his abs tighten a bit.

"Yeah, so, I do too," I stammered. I couldn't get my hand to move. But, I
wanted to touch him.

I felt him arch his knees. I pulled my hand back, and shifted from him, as
he rearranged himself. When he came to rest, I had no words. He had... his
pants were completely off now.

"Go ahead, Dade. I mean, that's what you want, right?" I couldn't move. I
just nodded, and froze.

He took my hand, and for the first time, I felt another guy's dick.

My brain stopped working, and my hormones took over. In a flash, I was
leaning into him, my hips against his leg, my hand groping and stroking his
cock. My face, now against his chest, could feel his heart. It was racing,
just like mine. I pulled on his dick, and felt it get hard and slippery in
my hand. He was smaller than me, but about an inch, but I didn't care. I
pulled at his cock, and soon, his breath caught.

"I'm gonna do... it... soon, Dade. Put your mouth on it," he whispered.

I wasn't sure why, but I did as he said. My head slid down the fair skin of
my blonde best friend, and my mouth swallowed his 4" of steel. The
sensation of my tongue on his shaft must have done it; he gasped and his
whole body flexed. I could taste the tartness as my best friend, the blonde
boy who couldn't carry his books, unload my first ever taste of cum, right
into my mouth.

He caught his breath and pulled my head away. "Sensitive," he whispered.

I slid back up and rolled onto my back. Had that just happened? Just like
that?

We were both silent for a while. I could feel my own dick still hard,
poking against the fabric of my jogging pants.

"Uh, yeah, so, thanks," he whispered.

"Sure, it was... good." I suggested.

"Yeah. Uhm, so. I'm not really - uhm. Like, well, I don't. I don't like
guys?" he stammered.

My heart, and my junk, deflated a little. "Oh," I said.

Then. Silence. Then, more silence.

"...Are we still cool?" he croaked.

I closed my eyes. "Of course, yeah. Psh, of course."

The next day, he showered first, and changed in the bathroom. We walked to
school, as always, but there wasn't a lot to say. In fact, as much as I
loved what happened, it didn't feel right, knowing he wasn't into it.

After school, he caught up with me like always, and once we were a couple
blocks from school, he hopped and skipped a couple steps ahead of me, and
stopped me. I didn't avoid him, I just stopped, and gave him a weird
look. He had something to say, but like always, he was trying to work it
out. He was like that.

"Ok, so, gotta tell ya some.. thinnnnn...g..." he was humming and kicking a
sign post.

I hummed back to him as I spoke. "Ohhhh keeeee... Sooooo...."

he laughed. "Secret time, ok?"

I nodded.

"So, yeah." he started walking again. I followed, by his side. "Last night,
like... I knew what you were gonna do. And like... I knew what you wanted
me to do...."

I blushed. I fixed my gloves. I adjusted my hat. I didn't look at him. I
didn't stop walking.

He continued. "Yeah, like, ok. So, uhm. I'm not gay. Not sure if you like,
you know, dudes. But I dont. Well, I mean, I like the way it feels. But.. I
don't like... get chubbed from them. Does that.. make sense?"

I nodded. I felt empty. Why did he...?

"So, like, I did that, because well... I'm your friend, right? And well..."
he stopped walking, and put his hand on my shoulder.

"...I think if you like that kinda stuff, you know, with dudes... You
should have sex with my brother."

I blinked. My eyes locked to the ground. I had to process. "Dade," he
urged.

I didn't talk. I hadn't really even MET his brother; usually he would lock
himself in his room when Brian and I were at the Mecklinberg's house.

"Dade," he repeated. I looked up.

"Yeah, so here's the thing... Like, I knew what you were gonna do, cuz
like, my brother..." he looked around. We were alone.

"Like, my brother likes to do that to me too..."

My eyes shot up, and locked in on him. He was looking back at me, his face
normal, his breath even. There was no humor in his eyes. This wasn't a
joke.

"You... wait, James? Uhm..." I was a mess. James, his brother, was a junior
in high school. He was fit, about 5'8" with blonde curly hair, just like my
best friend. He wasn't into football, but I heard that he was on the swim
team last year. He hung out with a bunch of guys who played computer games
after school, and Brian told me he even goes onto the World Wide Web and
chats with people in Australia! He was a smiley guy, and he had this dimple
in his left cheek above his jaw bone that-

"Dade?" I was daydreaming, but snapped back to Brian,
mid-conversation. "Yeah, so, Dade, I mean, I'm sorry if you thought I
was... but I wanna be your friend, right?"

We agreed that Brian and I weren't gonna happen. After some embarrassment,
and then telling him about how ever since 3rd grade when I saw Ryan
Miller's eyes sparkle as he flipped his shiny, rain-coated hair walking
into class on a warm Seattle morning... well, I knew, that's all.

We even laughed a little about it. But I had to know more. Brian's brother,
the strong, cute, nerdy computer guy - was into other guys?

"So you can't say a WORD about this to him," Brian continued, "But yeah,
like, we used to share a room, and we would wrestle. I mean, I knew he was
trying to get me hard, but I thought it was a gag. Anyway, one night, we
were playing dares, and he dared me to let him suck me off..."

By this point, we were at my house. Mom was gone until 5, and we were
eating oranges. I listened as he told me about how his brother told him how
he liked guys, but didn't know what to do. How they both kinda got the
stuff they needed. He never touched James, and that was ok with him. See,
James was using him to learn, and well, I mean, Brian got free blow
jobs. Win Win.

"But...," Brian chewed, "You know how Christina, the band girl, is always
watching us on the bus rides, right? Like, how she always waves like
crazy?"

I nodded. "Yeah, she likes you, I can see it."

"Yeah!" he said. "I like that she likes me. And the rule was, James had to
stop once I started to see like, girls and stuff."

It was all becoming pretty clear. Brian, to get both me and James off his
junk, was trying to get us together. I mean, a guy that was gay, cute,
blonde, and older? I started to think about it. That could be pretty cool.

But, what if he didn't like ME? What if I was too young? What if I was not
his type? I mean, does he like gingers? What if I don't suck dick well?
What if he rejects me?

I started to panic inside. Brian kept talking about that girl, and how he
doesn't know how to approach her, and that he should start taking the bus,
and how we should meet them down at the skate park next week, and I just
lost it.

"Brian!" I slammed my hand down. "You. Like, I mean. You just threw this
out here. Like a pink elephant in the room. Wait, no. You know what I
mean. I mean. I'm g...ga... and he's... and you just think that we'll just
magically.... I don't!"

I pushed past him to my room, slamming the door behind me. Brian, now
speechless, bit into his orange.

His knock was gentle, but he came in without a word. "Dude," he said. I was
face down on my bed.

"Yeah, so, I was a jerk." he said, flatly. I didn't speak. "I guess I just
was trying.. you know... to solve a couple things at once."

I turned to him, and kicked him with my foot. He smiled. Then I smiled.
Then he plopped in bed next to me. "You're a dork," I said.

"Yes, but I want my best friend to be cool. With like, things."

We talked about it. He was straight. I wasn't. Not a big deal. As for the
thing with his brother - well, we both knew it was not something to talk
about. Not with anyone. Not even his brother. Instead, we came up with a
plan.

Friday after school, I walked past my house, my backpack already containing
my toothbrush, and clothes. Tonight, I was gonna stay at Brians. Tonight, I
was gonna talk to James.


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