Date: Wed, 1 Nov 2023 13:01:15 -0400 From: D Dragi Subject: The Courage to Care. Chapter 8 Please give generously to Nifty and support this awesome site. Help continue thesr stories being available free of charge. It means a great deal to me to get feedback from my readers. I've enjoyed every email I received. The emails make my day. Please keep them coming. I will respond to every one of them. My email address is tughill1383@yahoo.com Chapter 8: Local Celebrity Wednesday morning arrived and I was just lying in bed battling it out with the alarm's snooze button. Brad called up saying to come down here quick. I said I would be right down. When I got down to the kitchen Brad said you need to read this. He handed me the morning paper. The headline on the front page was Pennington Leads Watson to Dramatic Win. The article went on talking about the number of points I scored and saying under tremendous pressure sank the winning free throws with no time left on the clock. Pennington faced down the crowd that was chanting Fag Dads. Pennington is the son of Matthew McNulty and Brad Peterson of 2152 Lake Street. Pennington yelled in defiance to the hostile crowd "that was for my dad Brad and this one is for my dad Matt as he sank the winning free throws. The paper went on to describe how physical the game was and the injury to Connor. I couldn't believe the article was on the front page and not on the sports page. Brad then showed me the article in the editorial page of the paper. Local Youth Faces Down Hate. The editorial went on to say how Matt and Brad were my foster parents and later adopted me as their son. They went into my background that I was a runaway from Kentucky living in a homeless shelter for boys in New York City. The article went further to say Matt was a stock trader on Wall Street and Brad was a social worker at a major hospital in New York. The article went on to chastise the Emerson crowd and especially the school administration for allowing such blatant hate. They went on to say that I was grace under pressure and had a let them be damned attitude in leading Watson to the win. The final line was "Regardless of your views regarding homosexuality, no individual especially a high school student should face such repugnant and repulsive behavior." "Jake Pennington was more then just the star of the game he was dignity personified." I was dismayed by both articles. I wish it was just about the game and the win. I never wanted it to be so public about my home life. How did they find out all of my personal information and what would the kids at Watson high think of me. I didn't like the glare of publicity that the two articles thrust upon me. Matt came into the kitchen and I asked did he read the paper. He said he did. And??? I asked. Matt looked at me rubbing his thumb and index finger on his chin and said "looks like we're going to be the talk of the town." "You ready for it." I replied "I don't know." "I just want to be a normal high school kid." Then do it said Matt. "I told you and I'll tell you over and over again, Live your life on your terms." Don't let anyone try to ever make you something you're not." I think my advise can be summed up by the famous quote "Unto thy own self be true." Brad looked at Matt and said that was beautiful. He went over and kissed Matt. "Not only is he a sexy stud but he's got a brain to go with it." The perfect combination of brains and braun." I just stood there and tried to let Matt's words sink in. I guess he was right but I was still uncomfortable about being in the spotlight. My own teenage insecurities were front and center and I was forced to deal with them. I finished breakfast and Brad said he'd take me to school. Brad loved any excuse to drive his new Mercedes. I gave Matt a hug and said thanks for the advice. He replied no problem. "That's what dad's do." "That's what dad's do." Little did I know how much those words would mean to me as the year's passed. I got to school and I was going to find out how my play in that one game would be a game changer in my life. Throughout the day I was greeted by other students I didn't know, who said hello, congratulated me, and gave me high fives. Connor came limping up behind me and said wait up dude. I asked how his ankle was doing and he told me it was still sore but getting better. He said Ashley wants to know if you want to go out on a double date with her friend Heather. I knew Heather because she ate lunch with us. Heather was a tall girl with long dirty blond hair, brown eyes and a nice figure. I said I don't know man. I don't know if I'm ready to start going out again. He said come on man you know what they say when you fall off the horse you got to get up and get back on. I said I would think about it and get back to him tomorrow. He said ok man but help me out here. Ashley told me Heather really likes you and she would like nothing better then to see Heather and you together. I said do you do everything Ashely's ask. Vonnir replied "I do if I want to get in her pants." So this has nothing to do with me it's just so you get laid. With a smirk on his face Connorvsaid, No. I look at it as we all win. You get a hot new girlfriend and I get laid. Win Win. I said you are so full of shit man. He laughed and said just think it over will you. I said I would think it over. I was relieved that no one mentioned the article in the paper. I didn't know what the reaction would be that I was the son of two gay men, that I was a runaway and lived in a homeless shelter. I was still embarrassed about my past and wanted to put it behind me permanently. The school day ended and it was time for practice. Our next game was against Richland. They were just behind Emerson in the standings and were no easy pushovers. Fortunately the game was at Watson. Offensive and defensive schemes needed to change with Connor being out. We would work on them for the rest of week. I still haven't really seen or heard anything about Melanie. As the days past the thought of her diminished. It was always there and I guess always will be. Your first heartbreak is not something you don't easily forget. Is Matt McNulty there? This is Evan Royko from the Advocate. Just a moment please. There is an Evan Royko from the Advocate on the phone for you. Put him through. Mr. McNulty my name is Evan Royko and I'm a reporter for the Advocate. My editor just lives outside Watson and saw the story about your son the other day. We'd like to do a story on you, your partner, and your son. We think it is a story our readers need to know. I'm not sure Mr. Royko. I'm a private man. Although I'm out of the closet and been living with my partner for almost ten years I'm not sure I want to share that with the general public. Mr. McNulty we here at the Advocate think that what you and your partner are doing is just the thing that needs to get out there to shatter some of the negative stereotypes of the gay community. We see you as a trailblazer. We want our readers to see that there is more to the gay community than bathhouses and gay bars. We want to show a couple who have embraced their homosexuality and are living their lives just like any heterosexual. Going to work, raising children, committed to one another. That's what needs to get out there if we are ever going to see the advancement of gay rights. I myself personally admire you for what you are doing. I think your story is remarkable and I'll admit I'm jealous of what you have. Please consider letting us share your story. You don't have to give me a decision right now. I'm just asking you to think it over. I'm not sure Mr. McNulty you know the good you can do for the gay community. Matt replied I'll think it over and get back to you next week. I'd like to talk it over with my partner and my son. Mr Royko said That's all I can ask. Thank you for your time. When Matt hung up the phone he went out of his office and his secretary asked, isn't the Advocate that gay magazine.? Matt said he wasn't sure and tried to play it straight. Why would a homo magazine want to speak with you? Matt did his best to keep his homosexuality a secret from his workplace and his secretary's question was starting to unnerve him. Matt had a gentleman's agreement with management that he needed to be discreet regarding his private life. Management knew that Matt was gay but as long as he kept quiet about it there would be no problem. Matt said the guy is looking to invest in the stock market and a friend of his recommended me. So now you're the broker for fags said his secretary. Money is money right Sylvia. Yeah I guess. Matt walked out of the office and realized that he needed to be extra careful around his secretary Sylvia. Sylvia had made a play for Matt that was rebuffed. Sylvia had this idea that Matt was the perfect catch. Marry the boss, a wealthy stock broker and live in the lap of luxury for the rest of her life. Sylvia wasn't happy that her plans were thwarted. After practice I ran into Connor who was having trouble maneuvering on his crutches. I went over to him and said let me help. I took his crutches and told him to put his arm around me. Connor put his arm around me and I helped him walk out to the parking lot. I don't know what is was but I loved the feel of Connor's arm wrapped around me. I liked the close proximity between us. I liked that I could smell his hair and feel his face so close to mine. I saw his mother out by their car and I headed in that direction. I helped Connor into the car and as he moved his arm off my shoulder his hand rubbed up against my hair. The feel of his hand touching my hair sent shockwaves through my body. My dick was starting to tent up in my pants. I quickly closed the car door so he couldn't see the bulge in my pants. I was like what the hell is wrong with me. It was wrong to feel this way with my best friend. I just brushed it off saying it was just teenage raging hormones and didn't mean a thing. I saw Brad in his car, walked over and got in. Brad asked how was my day and I told him it was crazy. I told him how the other students treated me and Brad said get use to it because you are their new hero. When we got home Brad said dinner would be ready in about thirty minutes. I went up to my bedroom and starting listening to my stereo. Matt came into the house and Brad said Hi babe how was your day. Matt responded Not bad and yours. Good. Brad told Matt how Jake was now the most popular student in school. It seems our boy is the cock of the walk." Matt said I just hope it wont go just his head." Brad said "I don't think so. Jake is level headed. With a concerned look on his face Matt said "There is something I need to tell you." What is it honey. I received a phone call today at work from a reporter for the Advocate. It seems the editor lives just outside of Watson and saw the newspaper article about the game. They want to do a story on the three of us. The reporter said they wanted to show their readers a different type of gay lifestyle. Brad responded, "Well that sure as hell is interesting." "What did you say?" I said I needed to talk it over with you and Jake and I'd get back to him. Brad was trying to wrap his head around his. Matt asked, "What do you think?" Brad was still mulling it over in his head and said "I don't know. I mean I do agree that it would be good for the gay community to see something different out there. But I'm not sure what Jake would think. I like our privacy and people not sticking their noses in our business. We need to take into account what Jake thinks. At that moment I was in the kitchen and said think about what. Matt told Jake about the Advocate reporter and that he wanted to do a story on us. Really. Matt said we needed to think it over carefully before we made a decision. We also need to take into account how an article like this could impact our lives. Brad said "Well since it is a magazine mainly read by the gay community it's not like it would be mainstream." I doubt the people in Watson read the Advocate. Matt said. "Good point. Let's just think it over for awhile before anyone makes a decision." The rest of the week was uneventful and Friday arrived and our home game against Richland was here. It was a tough battle in the first two quarters and we were only up by three at halftime. Coach was not happy when we got into the locker room and he let us have it. He said the game plan is to feed Jake the ball and let him take the shot. I expect the rest of you to crash the boards to get the rebound if necessary. Now let's go and put these guys away. We got back on the court and Mikhail won the jump ball. I grabbed it and moved up the court. Jimmy took the place of Connor as the other point guard. Jimmy was talented but raw. He needed to hone his skills to come up to the level of Connor and I. I tossed Jimmy the ball and moved around the court, I was open and Jimmy threw me the ball. I took the shot and it went in. This is how it was the entire third quarter and I kept hitting my shots. When the third quarter came to an end we were up by eleven. When the fourth quarter started Richland tried to double team me and this left Mikhail one on one underneath for an easy lay in. Richland dropped the double team and I was in the flow sinking every shot I put up. By the time we came to the end of the fourth quarter we were comfortably up by nineteen. The buzzer sounded and the final score was Watson 72 Richland 49. No high stakes drama like the Emerson game just a good old fashioned rout. After the game the reporter was interviewing Coach who called me over. Coach said this man has a few questions for you and then you can head to the showers. The reporter wanted to know where I learned to shoot so well. I told him I learned playing street ball in New York City. I told him those games were rough and if you didn't get your shot off quick the ball usually wound up being smacked away. The reporter told me that if I continued with such sharp shooting I was sure to grab the attention of college scouts. He thanked me for my time and I headed to the locker room to shower. When I left the locker room there was Alison and Angela waiting outside again. Would these two ever leave me alone I wondered. Both of them gave me a kiss and said great game. They asked if I was going to the party. I said what party. Heather is having a party tomorrow night at her house. Her parents will be gone for the weekend and she'll have the house to herself. Angela quickly added I could pick you up tomorrow and we could go together. Feeling trapped I said ok and asked what time she would pick me up. She said I'll pick you up at 8. I said I'll see you then. I went out to parking lot and climbed into Matt's Grand Cherokee Jeep. Brad said weren't you just the one on fire tonight. You were hitting almost every shot. Matt chimed in saying I was really in the groove tonight. I told them I just got into this flow and felt I could hit every shot I threw up. When we got home I ran upstairs got into my usual sweats and t-shirt and ran downstairs. I wanted to see the local news and see if they had highlights of the game. Brad brought out homemade chocolate chips cookies and a big glass of milk. The three of us were sitting around on the couch watching the news. When it came time for sports the lead was Watson's Pennington pounded Richland scoring 43 points onto a lopsided win of 72 to 49. Pennington put on a shooting clinic and the Richland defense had no answer on how to stop him. Brad was sitting there beaming ear to ear. Matt also had this smirk on his face. Matt said to me, "You know every team from here on out is going to game plan to stop you." "You ready for it." I cockingly responded "This boy has all the right moves. No one can stop me." Matt said well the boy with all the right moves can move his ass upstairs to bed." I said goodnight and went upstairs. Brad said to Matt our son is really something else." Matt said with a self satisfied look on his face " That he is." I slept in on Saturday morning. I usually didn't get up until after 10. When I lazily walked downstairs Brad and Matt were in the kitchen having coffee. Matt was reading the paper and said "nice article about you today." The article talked about how I was a scoring juggernaut that was not going to be denied. It talked about how I took over the game leading to an easy win. Brad asked what I wanted for breakfast. I asked for pancakes and bacon. Matt said "it must be nice having your own private cook." Brad said "you jealous?" "I'm going to take good care of our growing boy regardless of what you say." Matt said "you spoil him." "So what if I do." Brad retorted. I kept quiet while the two of them went back and forth. Brad went on saying, I take good care of you too don't I?" I took care of you last night and someone went to sleep with a smile on his face." Matt just shook his head and said "I give up." Brad asked if I had any plans for the day. I told him not until tonight. Angela is picking me up at 8. There's a party at Heather's tonight. "Will her parents be home"? I said "I don't think so." Brad looked concerned and said "I'm not too sure about this." I told him everyone is going to be there. No big deal. Brad called for Matt. Matt walked in "What is it?" he asked. Brad told him about the party. Matt stood there thinking it over. He looked at Brad and said "I trust Jake." He looked over at me and said "Don't do anything stupid and be home by 12." "That's it" Brad said. Matt replied, "Let the boy have a social life." Angela was right on time and Matt reminded me not to do anything stupid and to be home by midnight. As I got in the car Angela looked me over and said I looked hot. I told her she looked great. Angela was wearing a low cut blouse with no bra. Her breasts pushing out in full view. We got to Heather's and the music was blasting and kids were mulling about with cups of beer in their hands. Connor limped over when he saw me and handed me a beer. Angela, Ashley, Connor and I were just hanging out talking. Connor and I teamed up and went over to play beer pong. Bouncing a ping pong ball into a cup of beer and if we missed we had to drink the cup. We started off well but as we continued to play our aim was getting worse and we were downing too many cups of beer. Like they say you can only rent beer. Both Connor and I needed to go to the bathroom. When we got to the bathroom door it was locked. We waited there impatiently for the person inside to come out but our bladders just couldn't wait. I told Connor I can't wait and headed outside. Connor followed me as he held me to help him walk and we went to the back of the garage to relieve ourselves. After we finished we zipped up and headed back. Connor grabbed on to me and as we got by the side of the garage we tripped and fell to the ground. We were laughing at ourselves laying there on the ground. As we laid there Connor reached over and gave me a deep kiss on the lips. When he stopped he had this worried look on his face as he looked at me for my reaction. I pulled Connor close to me and returned the kiss. We laid there on the grass deeply kissing one another as our tongues entered each other's mouths. We heard footsteps and suddenly separated and got back on our feet. I helped Connor back to the house and we joined Ashley and Angela. We kept darting glances at one another trying to understand what just happened. My face was flush and there was a bulge in my pants. I kept running through my mind asking myself what the hell was that? I was making out with my best friend and the feeling was mutual. I was having a tough time getting around my head what we were doing but more importantly my feeling about it. We just stood around talking and drinking beer for the rest of the evening. It was getting close to midnight and I told Angela I needed to get home. We said goodbye to Ashley and Connor and got into Angela's car. When we got to my house Angela leaned over and started kissing me. She grabbed my crotch and gave it a squeeze. I was still hard after kissing Connor and she said "you want me." She told me that if I play my cards right I could have her anytime I wanted. As I got out of the car I said thanks for the ride. She looked at me and said remember "anytime." I got in the house and Brad and Matt were sitting on the couch in the living room. Matt put his index finger to his lips and pointed down at Brad. Brad's head rested on Matt's chest and he was fast asleep. Matt had his arm around Brad and held him close and was gently caressing his hair. It was something to see the intimacy of Brad peacefully resting on Matt's chest and Matt holding him close. I whispered I'm going upstairs. Matt said good night. When I got to my room and got undressed I needed to take care of my boner. I grabbed the jar of Vaseline and started stroking my stiff cock. As I was masturbating all I could think of was Connor. I was thinking how I wish he was with me and we could continue kissing and hugging one another. I loved the feel of his lips against mine. After I let loose my load I cleaned myself off and got under the covers. It was then that an intense feeling of guilt overwhelmed me. I was so torn. I liked making out with Connor but at the same time I felt it was so wrong. He's my best friend. We're both straight and like girls. What the hell is going on. I was so confused and conflicted. I thought maybe I should just forget about the night and blame it on the beer. Sunday morning arrived and I was just lying there in bed running over the events of last night. I knew a line was crossed and wanted desperately to go back to the way things were. I started thinking what would happen if anyone found out. I convinced myself this had to stop now and could go no further. I got myself out of bed and headed to the kitchen. Matt was in the living room reading the Sunday paper and Brad was busy baking. I said that smells good. What is it? Brad said he was baking two apple pies to bring over to the McBride's for dessert. He reminded me that we were invited over for dinner today and were expected at 2. My face went flush. I wasn't expecting to see Connor so soon and hoped that I had more time to sort things out. Brad asked how was the party and I said uneventful. He asked if there is anything he should know about me and Angela and I said we were just friends. He asked if I was hungry and I said I'm just going to grab a glass of juice. I took the glass of juice and headed to the living room. Matt said good morning and asked how I was doing. I said I'm fine and sat down and turned on the television. I was clicking through the channels trying to find something to watch. I stopped when I saw Bugs Bunny cartoons. I just sat there drinking my juice watching cartoons. I kept running through my mind what I was going to say when I saw Connor later today. Matt saw the concerned expression on my face and asked if everything was alright. You look a little tense. I said it's nothing just thinking about everything. I said I was worried because on Friday Emerson was coming to Watson for a rematch. Matt could see right through me and said I think it's more then that. I said it's nothing. Matt looked at me and said 'you know that if you need to talk. I'm here." I said thanks and turned off the television, put my glass in the dishwasher and went upstairs. I got showered and changed and hung out in my room listening to my stereo until it was time to go. Brad called up and said it was time to go. We got in the car and headed over to the McBride's. When we got there Mrs. McBride welcomed us in and told us to take a seat. Brad handed her the pies and said I hope it's enough. Mrs. McBride said they looked delicious and took them into the kitchen. Mr.McBride showed us in to the living room He introduced us to Connor's younger brothers. There was Liam age 14, Devin age 11, and Sean age 8. Matt said to Mr. McBride that's quite a crew you got there. Mr. McBride said they keep things interesting around here. Mr. McBride asked if Brad and Matt would like something to drink. Mr. McBride said he was going to have a Scotch on the rocks and would they like to join him. Both Matt and Brad said that would be great. Mr. McBride poured the drinks and gave them to Matt and Brad. Mr. McBride raised his glass and said "here's to the dynamic duo and laughed. They were talking about Connor and I and the upcoming game against Emerson on Friday. The three younger boys excused themselves and went into the playroom. The five us sat around talking and I just wanted to get away and talk to Connor privately. Connor then said to his dad that he wanted to show me his room. Connor and I then went upstairs to his room and Connor locked the door. Before I could say anything Connor pulled me down on his bed and started kissing me. We were making out on his bed and the two of us were getting hard. Connor then slid his hand down my pants and grabbed me. I returned the favor. Connor said let's get these pants off and get each other off. I didn't hesitate and had my pants and underwear off in no time. Connor did the same, There we were on his bed with our dicks sticking straight up. Connor opened the draw on his nightstand and pulled out a jar of Vaseline. We both got a glob of the stuff and started rubbing it on each other. Connor had a solid 7 inch thick dick that was surrounded in sandy blond pubic hair. We were lying on his bed moving our hands up and down each other's dicks. Connor then let out a groan and waves of his cum erupted on to his shirt. It didn't take me long to follow and shoot my load. When we finished emptying our balls Connor grabbed me a towel to wipe off. He was wiping himself off as well. It happened so fast that I didn't have time to think. All I know is that we both wanted each other and we both wanted to get off. We got dressed and just laid there on the bed holding each other. Connor then said to me that he wanted me the first day he saw me. I said I didn't know you are gay. He quickly said he's not gay I'm bisexual. I said I guess I am as well. He said he still liked fucking Ashley but wanted more. He said he wanted to keep our relationship a secret and only meet up every once in awhile. He said no one must ever know about this. I said I agreed. He said we better get back downstairs before anyone gets suspicious. So we went back downstairs and Mrs. McBride said "there you two are." "What were you two doing up there." We just wanted some privacy to talk and not be bothered by the munchkins. Mrs. McBride said that's no way to talk about your brothers. Now come on in here it's time to eat. It smelled great in the house. The Irish stew filled the air and I was really hungry because I skipped breakfast. We sat down and Mrs. McBride brought out a huge pot of stew and started filling the bowls. A bowl of salad was passed around and there was hot rolls as well. Before we could eat Mrs. McBride asked Matt to lead us in grace. Matt remembering the prayer they said when he was a child. He started with the sign of the cross and led us in the prayer. Bless us O Lord, and these thy gifts, which we are about to receive through thy bounty through Christ our Lord Amen. I just sat quietly as I did not know the prayer. When he was done he said the sign of the cross. Mrs. McBride said she expected Matt to eat up as this was good old fashioned Irish cooking. Matt always knowing how to please people looked at Mrs. McBride and said "your stew is as good as my mother's. Reminds me of all those Sunday dinners as a child sitting around the table as a family filling ourselves with my mom's homemade stew. It really is delicious. Thank you for the trip down memory lane. Mrs. McBride was truly touched and thanked Matt for his kind words and said they were beautiful. Matt just made a friend for life. I was sitting next to Connor and he was rubbing his foot up and down my leg. I kicked him so he would stop. Connor almost spit out his mouthful of stew and Mrs. McBride looked at us and said am I going to have to separate you two. We just laughed and Connor said we'll be good. We finished dinner and Connor and I helped clean the table. Connor volunteered that we would do the dishes to give Mrs. McBride a break. The fact was we just wanted to be together horsing around having a good time. I loved being next to him and couldn't get him out of my mind. Connor had this shit eating grin on his face as we tackled the dishes. He splashed some water out of the sink at me and hit him on the ass with my dish towel. I was so happy to be there with him and loved every moment together. When we finished the dishes we went in to the living room and joined the adults. Mr. McBride said to Brad that he couldn't wait to carve into those pies. Matt said Brad is a good cook and we must have you all over to our place sometime. Brad said he loved to make us all dinner but said he didn't think he could outdo Mrs. McBride. Mrs. McBride smiled at Brad and said she was just your basic meat and potatoes cook because that's all my men will eat. That's all us micks eat is meat and potatoes. Brad said Matt is no different. I guess he's just your typical Irishman. Matt asked Mr. McBride if he liked Guiness ale. Mr. McBride's face lit up and said I love it but it's hard to get.. Matt said good because I know a place down in the New York where I can get a keg for us. Mr. McBride said if you get a keg I know I'll be over but I don't know if I'd leave. Matt laughed and said well it looks like a I got another drinking buddy. Mrs McBride chimed in and said this Irishwoman can hold her own in the drinking department and would be damned if she would be left out. Matt said I just took it for granted you'd be there. Of course you're welcomed. Matt then was telling stories of how his family went all out for St. Patrick's Day. It was the first time I heard Matt talk about his upbringing and his family. There was a tinge of sadness in Matt's voice as he reminisced. Mrs. McBride then said well you better damn well be here for our St. Patrick's Day party. Mrs. McBride put on coffee and warmed up the apple pies. She brought out vanilla ice cream and cheddar cheese. She cut up the pies and asked if we wanted ice cream and cheese. We sat around the table devouring the pies and Mrs. McBride said to Brad this is the best damn pie I've ever eaten. Brad blushed and said thank you. Mrs. McBride went on saying the pie was better then the one's at the bakery. She said Brad could teach them a thing or two. Brad just sat up straight up and basked in the praise. When we finished, Matt said it's time to go and thanked Mrs. McBride for a lovely dinner and that we had a great time. He went on to say you need to let us return the favor. She said you're on. Connor said he needed me to come up to his bedroom to get something and we'd be back down real quick. We ran up to his bedroom together and we closed the door and he gave me a deep kiss. He said this should get you through the night. We went downstairs and I left with Matt and Brad and got in the car. My head was spinning the whole ride home. I was hard and wanted to take care of my hard on as soon as we got home. When we got home I ran upstairs and closed my bedroom door. I grabbed the Vaseline jar and started stroking my shaft. My dick was already rock hard and it didn't take long for me to cum all over my self. I just laid there on my bed with my cum resting on my chest, stomach, and thighs. I just couldn't get Connor out of my mind. I was so horned up that I jerked myself off again and more cum coated my body. I got up and went into the bathroom and took a shower to clean myself up. My head was spinning about the day and the time spent with Connor. So both of us are bisexual. Both going at it with girls but still wanting to be together with one another. The best of both worlds. But I couldn't think of anyone else but Connor. He's what I wanted. He is the one consuming my every thought. He is the one who easily gets me hard. I was jumpy the rest of the night anxiously awaiting Monday and seeing Connor at school. It was a long night as I just stared at the ceiling totally enraptured by the thought of Connor. What a whirlwind was the last 48 hours and I just couldn't wait for what would come next.