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The Sissy and the Outcast

The Rejection

When Saturday came around Seth was tuning and cleaning up the bike. “Yeah , I have to go visit a friend over near Middletown and I can't bring you.”

Michael was puzzled. “Why can't I come?”

“Cause you can't.”

“Why?”

“Cause they're some friends that I haven't seen for a long time.”

“Why?”

“You probably wouldn't like them.”

“How do you know?”

Michael's eyes were on Seth and Seth's eyes were on his new found freedom and the motorcycle. Something had suddenly come into focus for Michael. He looked at Seth and then his eyes narrowed when he looked at the loud and noisy bike. Venom formed at the back of his throat and in spite of his lack of maturity, Michael knew an adversary when he saw one.

Seth looked angrily at the boy. “Cause you can't, That's why, ok!”

Michael stood up and said something that Seth had never heard him say before. “FUCK YOU!”

He ran to his house and a few minutes later, he heard the bike drive off.

All day Monday in school he could not keep his mind off of Seth. This was the longest separation since they were first together in their own caldera. Seth never came home. The week crawled by. Michael lay awake most of the night hoping and waiting to hear Seth's bike. Sunday, Monday and then Tuesday went by. The passage of time was like a lead weight in his stomach.

The Betrayal

Looking down the hill from getting off the school bus, Michael saw Seth's motorcycle. In an instant his world lit up. He was suddenly excited and happy about being with him, but as he got closer he could see that he was not alone. He was with someone he didn't know. As he got closer he saw that Seth was with a girl. She was pretty, wearing brightly colored bangles. She smiled at Michael. Wearing jeans and a tube top she stroked Seth's arm and clasped his hand.

“Hi Michael. I got hung up in Middletown. Oh, this is Claire.”

The tall good looking girl barely looked at Michael and then returned her gaze to Seth. She put her arm around him giving him a gentle hug. She had staked a claim.

“Yeah, Michael's the kid that lives next door.” He pulled out a cigarette and lit it.

“Yeah, he comes over sometimes.”

Michael was stunned. He had no idea what to do.

The girl brushed Seth's hair out of his eyes. “Seth, take me for a ride cause I'm hungry.”

They both got on the bike and drove off leaving Michael in a cloud of settling dust. Still in a state he went back up to his house. Once alone in his room, anger welled up inside of him. Going into the kitchen he got the largest knife he could find and went back to his bedroom and began executing his stuffed animals, one by one, disposing their lifeless and decapitated bodies into the garbage.

This is the End

Seth was gone for a week, then another week and then a month and another month. Michael had gone through a dramatic personality change. He had become somber, introspective and joyless. Even his crazy mother noticed but she was too self involved to inquire carefully. There was nothing left of Seth except vivid memories that haunted this small friendless boy.

Mr. Hunter motioned Micheal aside. “Michael, I'd like to talk to you.” They waited until all the rest of the kids filed out of the classroom.

“Michael, what's goin on with you? Can you tell me?”

The boy was mute.

“Come on, it would be just between us. I won't say anything to anyone.”

At home, Michael would lay in bed, dreaming, dreaming about the things he and Seth did together in their own caldera. How Seth put up with him when nobody else would. How warm he was and how good he smelled.

In his dream he heard a siren and then he heard two. When he opened his eyes his bedroom was filled with a golden glow. His eyes grew wider. He sat up and went to the window. The house where Seth lived with the old man was on fire. Just then on the window sill, he saw his social service eye glasses reflecting the flames of the burning house. Michael dressed and went out. The yard was filled with firemen and a clutter of leaking hoses. It was all a lost cause because the house would burn to the ground. The next day he heard that the old man died in the fire. Perhaps he was drinking. Two weeks later a wrecking crew took down the remains of the house and removed that auto carcasses clearing the lot for some future purpose. Even the volcano was gone. This chapter of Michael's life had been closed.

“Michael, what's going on with you? You look terrible!”

The small boy stood in front of his teacher, mute and eyes cast downward.

“Michael, maybe I can help. We don't talk much but you are in my class everyday and I can see the change. You can tell me. I promise I won't say a word to anyone else but I am worried for you.”

Mr Hunter was doing everything a teacher is forbidden to do.

Sitting at his desk so that he could remain at eye level, he gently pulled the boy closer. When he did, Michael collapsed, burying his face in his teacher's breast and started to cry. It was a cry of absolute despair that went from the boy's body into his own. Tom Hunter stroked the boy's back to comfort him. The teacher was moved and filled with a desire to help the boy, soothe him, bring him back to life. Gradually Michael recovered. He retreated just enough to restore their proper relationship of teacher and student.

“Michael, This is my cell#. Do not tell anyone or give it to anyone. Please promise this to me. Michael, you can call me day or night no matter how late and we can talk. I will never tell anyone if you promise to do the same. Look, in a few weeks school will let out for summer and maybe we could spend some time together.”

Michael nodded in sad appreciation.

Mr. Tom Hunter, teacher at the Warren G. Harding Middle School had just crossed the line.

A week after school let out, Tom picked Michael up for an outing. They went to a wooded lake just outside of the state park in Mr. Hunter's old Toyota. Demonstrating silly modesty, they each put on bathing suits, one hiding on one side of the car and the other on the other side.

Michael was calm and relaxed in the company of his history teacher. In contrast, Tom Hunter was nervous and eager to please the boy. Having just turned 13, Michael had grown just a little in height. The boy's hair had grown longer and had become, in Tom's eyes, luxurious. Michael was beginning to smile again but some unrevealed tragedy was still holding him back. The history teacher studied the boy's unblemished face. He considered it beautiful and serious. Michael had matured.

Michael was still being left alone at nigh because his mother was still on the night shift. He was used to being alone but sometimes slept fitfully. When he heard a sound, he opened his eyes. It was familiar but he couldn't be sure. The door to his room opened and a dark figure was coming closer to the bed.

"Seth!!"

Michael jumped out of bed and climbed up on the older boy. He hugged him and immediately started crying.

"Come on Michael, cut this shit. I felt like I better come and see how you are doin. Did your mom leave any cigarettes around?"

Seth lay out on the bed with the naked and cuddling Michael.

"So how you been? You feel like gettin fucked like we used to?"

Michael began undressing Seth. He was so thrilled to see him again that he could not contain himself. Seth lifted one foot and then the other having Michael remove his old shoes and socks. The room quickly filled with his scent. Seth took pleasure in just laying there while Michael struggled getting his clothes off. He like the attention. Lifting both legs in the air, Michael tugged off his jeans. Of course he was already hard and it seemed even bigger than it was before.

"Suck my dick. Make me fuck you."

When Seth rose up, Michael lay in his place and pulled both of his legs all the way back. Seth pushed his tongue in as deep as he could and Michael swooned, anticipating a long missed fuck up his ass. Once penetrated, Michael put his arms around Seth's neck and hung on tight while the older boy fucked fast and hard.

When his dick became slick and easy he knew that Seth had come. All that goop has gone way up his ass. The older boy did not stop but without getting soft, he continued for a second round. The oozing semen took the tug out of the fuck but Michael didn't care. The younger boy's scrotum contracted like a little ball with his rigid penis pointed towards his chin, Michael came without ever even touching it. His penis produced four or five streams of a thin watery fluid. Seth went at it until delivering a chaotic conclusion leaving them both sweaty and exhausted. They lay, even dozed for a short while.

“So I came back to see you because I was sorry I was such and asshole. It was a rotten thing to do, go off and not say good bye.”

The two boys lay next to each other in the darken bedroom. Michael cuddled tightly up against Seth and he lay out staring at the ceiling. Unshaven, Seth had become a man. He lit a cigarette, inhaled and blew out a column of smoke.

“Michael said, I'm sorry about your old man.”

“Don't be, I hated his guts.”

So what about your house and all that property?

“Oh, the state took it for back taxes.”

Seth's scent had become stronger, more mature and a bit alcoholic.

So you want the news?”

Michael nodded against Seth's arm.

“Clair's pregnant. She's due sometime in October. How do you like that, I'm gonna be a fuckin father.”

Michael could not quite grasp the idea. He tried to visualize Seth standing next to a woman with a small child between them. He did know one thing. There was no place for him.

“So, are you coming back?”

No Michael, I'm not. Me and the bitch aren't getting along too good so I am going up North to make money.”

The tremendous sense of loss returned to Michael and he started to cry. Seth began to dress.

“Michael, I promise, I'll come and visit you whenever I can but my life's totally changed now.”

He stood up to thread his belt.

“Well, I guess, I'm off.”

When Seth had gone the boy lay quietly on his bed. The wound had been opened again.

The next day Michael's mother had company for girl talk. Now he was out of place in his own home having nothing in common with his mother's friends. He went out in the field to where the volcano had once been. That night he lay on his bed wide awake. He knew that Seth wouldn't be back. Michael got up and dressed. It was almost ten and most places were closed except the convenience store and the gas station. The small boy walked by unnoticed. It was a long walk that took more than an hour. Climbing two steps he knocked on the door.

A man answered. It was his teacher.

“Michael what are you doing out this late?”

“I don't know.”

He invited Michael in while Tom dressed. “I better take you home. It's very late.”

“It's ok, My mom doesn't get home until 7 in the morning. Just get me home before then.”

The man and the boy looked at each other and suddenly knew what it all meant.

The End for now.

Continued upon request

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