Date: Mon, 23 Mar 2020 11:43:42 -0500 From: Keith Yates Subject: Devyn's Struggle V2 03 This is a fictional story involving sexual acts between two or more men. If this offends you, why are you here? If you are under the legal age to read sexually explicit material then do not read any further. This story in no way represents any person living or dead. Any resemblance to any real person is purely coincidental. The story is the property of the author and should not be reposted or reproduced without the author's written consent. Some of you will recognize this story. It was originally posted to Nifty several years ago. It was removed in January 2020 and I have made some revisions to it. Hopefully you will find them positive changes. I look forward to hearing your thoughts on this new version. Let me know if you think I am heading in a good direction for this story. You can also check out the companion story to this called Brent's Struggle. The two stories may end up crossing paths again in the future. I will have to see where things go. Thanks for reading and for sharing your thoughts. I'm looking forward to hearing from you. Please e-mail me at keith.96@att.net. Remember to stay home during the current crisis. Please help keep Nifty going by making a donation to the awesome service. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Devyn's Struggle V2 Chapter 3 Joe woke Devyn up early the next morning. Devyn was still groggy but pulled himself together. They stopped and ate at a Denny's. Then they were on the road again. The conversation was quiet for the first hour of the drive. Devyn looked out his window as he began to speak. "I am sorry about last night. I, um, hope you, um, well, um..." "It is okay Devyn," Joe said. "You must think, um, that, I, a, am, a, slut." Devyn felt his ears burn and he kept looking at the scenery passing by outside. "Well, no, I don't think that." Joe paused trying to think how best to phrase his words. "I cannot imagine what you went thru. I heard the charges and know you were sexually abused and used by this Tom guy. If you ever want to talk about it, I am here. I may never be able to fully understand what you went thru but I'll listen and help if I can.:" "I, um, don't think you would like to hear about it." Devyn glanced at Joe but could read nothing on the man's face. "I will have to admit that joy would not be the feeling I would experience in hearing how you were treated. I would however be a good listener. I would make no judgments. I would...well, be as understanding as I could be." "I still do not understand something," Devyn said. "I don't know why you are doing this. Why you are taking me in like this." "Didn't I say I always wanted a little brother?" Joe said. "Yeah, but...it just doesn't make sense. Why you don't have kids of your own. Why you aren't married. Why you would want a faggot in your house." "Hey, now listen to me," Joe said his voice firm but gentle. "I want you in my house. I don't care about your sexual orientation. You can be gay, straight or bi. It does not matter to me. I believe in looking at the entire person. A person's sexual orientation is a small part of them, and it does not define them as a human being. It isn't like you got to choose to be gay. You just are." "How do you know it isn't a choice. Some people believe it is a choice." Devyn looked back at Joe. His eyes hopeful. "It is not a choice Devyn. You cannot control those sorts of feelings. It is not anything other than another part of you like your brown hair or those golden flecks in your eyes. It is the small parts that make up the whole person and being gay is just a part. You do not have to define yourself by your sexual orientation." "So, then why aren't you married and have children of your own?" "I guess I never met the right person. I, well, I can be a hard person to love. I have a bit of a temper and not too many people are interested in an old farmer." Joe turned the truck off the interstate onto a state highway. "You aren't old, and well, I am sure women must be very interested in you," Devyn said and blushed. "Not in me," Joe said. "There are better catches out there than a dumb farmer." "I bet they are not as hot as you," Devyn said and looked out the window feeling his face blush. "Thanks," Joe said. "I have not heard myself described that way for a while. It is nice to hear." "It is the truth. I mean last night, well, I was um, looking forward to sex with you. You were going to be the best-looking guy I was with since...Brent." Joe picked up something in Devyn's voice that told him Brent was an important part of Devyn's past life. "Was Brent someone special?" "Hmm, I thought he was," Devyn said. "We were, well, boyfriends I guess." "You two broke up?" joe asked when Devyn did not say more. "Yeah," Devyn said. "I guess you could say that." "How did the two of you meet?" Joe asked. "I had just finished mowing the yard when the moving van pulled in across the street," Devyn began... The van was followed by a blue four door Lincoln Continental. The car parked in the street and three people got out. The man quickly walked over and spoke to the two moving men that had climbed out of the cab of the moving truck. The house had been sitting vacant for a few months. Devyn use to mow the yard for the elderly couple that had lived there. They had been nice to him. Mrs. Kallahan always had fresh baked cookies when he mowed the yard or hot chocolate when he shoveled their walk and driveway. He would sometimes try and get the yard mowed or the sidewalks shoveled before they knew it. Mr. Kallahan would always come over afterword's and pay Devyn. Devyn had tried once to deny it, but the elderly man knew the truth and paid Devyn. "Boy's your age need pocket money," he had said. "You will be wanting to take a special lady out and you need to be able to treat her right." Devyn would smile and accept the money. He had been sad to find out they were moving. They wanted to live closer to their daughter in New Mexico. Devyn figured it was better for them to be close to family, but he had still gotten a little choked up when they said their goodbyes. He had known them his whole life. Devyn looked back over at the house and was watching the new family. The lady that had stepped out of the car was talking to a teenager that looked to be about Devyn's age. He looked annoyed or unhappy or maybe just plain pissed off. Devyn thought the teenager looked to be his own age. Maybe there would finally be someone in the neighborhood that was Devyn's age. He hoped the guy was around the same age and that they could become friends. Devyn lived in a cul-de-sac that was mostly populated with retired couples. His parents had bought the house from his grandmother when she moved to Florida. The house was nice and more than comfortable, but Devyn would have preferred a neighborhood with at least one or two kids his own age. Devyn watched a minute long and not wanting to be caught staring or spying on the new neighbors he finished up his mowing and pushed the lawn mower into the garage. He took another look at the boy and the blonde lady and then went into the house. Devyn did not know that the young man across the street had turned and was watching him move away into the house. Having left all his friends behind he too was hoping to make a new friend. The next day, Devyn walked across the street with his Mom to introduce themselves to the new neighbors. His Dad was at work, so Devyn and his mother were stuck with playing welcome wagon on their own. Other neighbors would be dropping in during the week to say hi and drop off cookies, cakes and other food. Devyn did not know it, but the ladies of the cal-de-sac had the whole thing well-orchestrated. They did not want to overwhelm the new neighbors by having everyone dropping in on the same day. So, they devised a schedule and let everyone set a particular time. Then they would all meet later to compare notes about the new neighbors and develop an opinion about the type of people they are. Devyn dressed in his usual summer attire of blue tee shirt, tan shorts and sandals. He stood next to his Mom. She was dressed casually too in jeans, a sky-blue blouse and matching tennis shoes. The slight breeze had ruffled Devyn's wavy hair. It gave it a windblown look that added to his attractive face. He pushed the hair back out of his eyes as the door was pulled open by the blonde lady Devyn had seen yesterday. "Hello," his mother said. "My name is Judy Roberts, and this is my son Devyn. We live across the street." "It is very nice to meet you," the blonde lady said. "My name is Linda Watson. Please come on in." Linda stepped back and let them enter the house. The design of the house was like their house and both his Mom and he had been in here a number of times when the Kallahans' had lived here. Linda led them into the kitchen. "I brought you a coffee cake," Judy said as she sat it on the table. "I know how much of a pain moving in and unpacking can be and thought you might need a little something to perk you up." "That is so thoughtful. I bet it is just delicious. You are right about moving and unpacking. It will probably take me weeks to get my kitchen organized." Linda and Judy continued to make small talk as Devyn grew board. He had been hoping to meet the boy he had seen yesterday, but so far, he had not seen him around. Just as Devyn was about to give up on getting to meet the boy, he came through the door. "Mom have you seen," his words cut off when he realized there were other people in the kitchen. Devyn turned his head towards the voice and saw the handsome guy he had scene yesterday, except now he was getting to see more of him. The teen was standing there in the doorway wearing only his boxers. His face growing more and more red as everyone turned to look at him. "Apparently my son hasn't been able to find his clothes," Linda said a little annoyed. "I um, I." He began backing up trying to make a retreat. His ears burning and his face hot with his embarrassment. Devyn felt for the guy, but he was also happy to get a nice look at the other guy. He had always found himself interested in comparing his body to other guys. This gave him the perfect opportunity to check out the boy's body. The smooth chest was a lot like his own even if the skin was fairer and the legs seemed to be the same as his too, but not as tan. The blue eyes were different than his brown and the blonde hair was messed up like his own brown. The guy was more than attractive. "This practically naked boy is my son Brent," Linda said. "Your clothes are somewhere in your room. I think they are in the blue tote, but I am not swearing to that. Now go get some clothes on and then come back and get to know Devyn and Judy. "Um, yes okay," Brent said as he hurried from the room. "Sorry about that," Linda said. "Think nothing of it," Judy said. "Devyn does the same thing. Sometimes I think he would run around naked if I would let him." "Mom," Devyn sighed. "Okay maybe not naked," she said her lips curved up into a smile. Judy liked teasing her son and he took it in the nature it was intended. He often teased her back. Their relationship was a good one. They were close. She knew most of the time he was responsible and kept his word. Occasionally he tried to push the boundaries she set but not very often. Brent soon returned barefoot but wearing a white tee shirt and blue shorts. "That's much better kiddo," Linda said. "This is our neighbors Judy and Devyn. They live across the street." "Hi," Brent said. "Um, sorry about earlier. I didn't know anyone was here." Brent could not stop the blush from creeping up his neck again. It only added to his attractiveness making him seem even cuter than before. "Think nothing of it," Judy said. "Why I remember one time when Devyn thought he was home alone. He came out of the bathroom stark naked and walked right into me and five of my friends coming through the door." "MOM!" Devyn practically shouted. Now his face was the one blushing. "It was quite a shock to all of us. I am sure the image of your naked but flying down the hall is still in their minds." "Mom!" Devyn's blushed deepened. Brent could not stop the smile from curving up the lips of his mouth. He was glad to know that he was not the only one that had done stupid stuff like that. "Well, I guess I was not quite that bad then," Brent said. "Well, why don't you show Devyn your room?" Linda said looking at her son. "I am sure he is tired of listening to us chat. Maybe he can show you how to put your stuff away, which doesn't involve dumping everything on the floor." "Yeah, you want to?" Brent said looking at Devyn. "Yeah, sure," Devyn said. He was ready to be done with the small talk the two women had been making. The two boys got up and headed out of the kitchen to leave the two women to talk. "Wow, you have dumped everything on the floor," Devyn said as he entered the room. Brent's Mom must have known her son quite well, for it seemed everything he owned was dumped out onto the floor. There were books scattered in one corner, CDs mixed in with them and then more CDs piled up by the window, there were movies, some comic books, baseball cards and of course clothes seemed to be just tossed anywhere. "Yeah, well I am still in the unpacking stage," Brent said blushing a bit again. The guy was just so damn cute when he blushed. Devyn could not help but like the guy and something deep inside Devyn was waking up. Something Devyn had pushed down long ago was now starting to work its way back to the surface of his mind. "Well, I love the way you are organizing everything," Devyn joke. "It is so logical." "Thanks," Brent said grinning. Brent's blue eyes met Devyn's brown eyes. The golden flecks in Devyn's eyes seemed to pick up the light in the room and glow. Brent felt a warm feeling in his belly as their eyes met and held for a moment. Brent pushed a few more clothes off the bed and sat down. He watched this new guy closely. There seemed to be an instant friendship springing up between them. "Just take a seat wherever," Brent said. Devyn sat on the floor and picked up a few of the CDs. He began to glance through them and mentioned that he had a couple of them and found a couple he would really like to have." "It sounds like we have similar taste in music," Brent said. "Yeah, it does," Devyn said. "I'm sure we have a lot of stuff in common." "yeah," Brent said again looking into the warm depths of Devyn's eyes. "You're in high school, right?" "Yeah," Devyn answered. "You?" "yes," Brent said. He was pleased he was going to have a least one person he would know before the first day of school. The two boys talked more about the music they liked, and Devyn told Brent about the neighborhood. He explained about it mostly being retired couples and no kids their own age. "It's cool we are both going to be freshman," Brent said. "It was going to be bad enough starting high school at my old school where I knew kids. Here it's going to be..." "Well now you know someone," Devyn said, "It won't be that bad." Devyn told him about the other kids and the little he knew about the high school teachers. They talked long into the afternoon and when Judy called up that she was leaving Devyn asked to stay and both Judy and Linda were fine with that. Devyn began helping Brent put away his stuff as they talked and got to know each other. Devyn set about putting the CDs in the rack while alphabetizing them. "I am doing the by artist and then title," Devyn said. "I hope that is alright?" "Yeah," Brent said, "I usually just shove them in there." "I, um, am a little organized.," Devyn said and blushed a bit. "That's cool," Brent said as he picked up clothes. Devyn finished with the CDs and then started helping Brent with the piles of clothes all over the room. "I thought you couldn't find your clothes," Devyn said as he was folding some jeans. "Oh, I, um, dumped everything out in a hurry after, um, coming back from the kitchen." Devyn could see the blush creeping up the fair skin of the other boy. "It's no big deal," Devyn said. "Thanks," Brent said Devyn got a funny feeling when he picked up some of Brent's underwear. The briefs looked just like pairs that Devyn had, but there was just something that made his body tingle by holding this other boy's underwear. "You can just put them in the top drawer of the dresser," Brent said when he saw what Devyn had picked up. "Um, sure," Devyn said. Devyn could not stop the funny feelings he was having. This connection with Brent was strange to him. He never made a friend so quickly or easily. Devyn pulled open the top drawer of Brent's dresser and looked at the other pairs of underwear inside. The feeling got even stronger when Devyn's fingers brushed against a jock strap. Devyn had a strong desire to pick up the jockstrap, but he resisted it and pushed the drawer close. Devyn turned back to find Brent staring at him. He could not help but wonder if the guy had noticed him acting strange over the underwear. Devyn did not have time to ponder the thought long for the door opened and a man stepped into the room. The guy was probably 6 foot 1 and weight around 195 pounds. He had blue eyes like Brent, but his hair was a sandy color. His shoulders were broad and his chest big and he had a bit of flab around his belly, but the man was still quite attractive. "Hey kiddo," he said. "Looks like you are making some real headway." "Yeah Dad," Brent said. "I'm getting some stuff put away." "Your Mom said you had a friend over helping you," he said turning to Devyn. "Yeah, this is Devyn. He lives across the street. He's been helping me put away my stuff." "Nice to meet you Devyn. I'm Richard." "Nice to meet you to Mr. Watson," Devyn said politely as he took the hand Mr. Watson was extending. "I hope you and my son can become good friends. He hated having to leave behind all of his old friends." "I think we are already well on our way to being friend's sir." "Glad to hear that," he said. He then looked at Brent. "Your Mom says dinner will be ready in about an hour." "Oh, wow I didn't know it was that late," Devyn said. "You are welcome to join us," Mr. Watson said smiling at Devyn. "Um, thanks," Devyn said. "but I had better get home." "Another time then," Richard said. Mr. Watson left the room and Devyn finished putting away the last of the clothes he had been helping Brent with and then he made his goodbye. He said goodbye to Mr. and Mrs. Watson as he went through the living room. He felt happier than he had in a long time as he crossed the street back to his own house. It was going to be so great having a friend like Brent living right there in his neighborhood. Devyn could not believe how clear the memories were of that first meeting. It felt like it was just yesterday and like it had been a different person. "We had an instant connection from that first day," Devyn said. "It was great." "It sounds like you two did hit it off really fast," Joe said. "We did," Devyn said seeing Brent's blue eyes in his mind. Devyn looked back out the window. He wondered what Brent was doing right now. He wondered if Brent thought of him and if the guy still had any feelings for him. Copyright 2020 by Keith Yates (keith.96@att.net) All rights reserved. Copyright 2009 by Keith Yates (farmerboykeith) all rights reserved.