Date: Sat, 23 Mar 2019 22:09:56 +0000 (UTC)
From: Keith Yates <keith.96@att.net>
Subject: Brent's Struggle Prologue

I know many of you have read Devyn's Struggle. If you have not, I hope you
will check it out. You do not need to read it before reading this but I
would not recommend reading Brent's struggle first and then reading Devyn's
Struggle. Devyn's Struggle gives you some of the background for brent. This
story starts where the two took different paths. I do not know yet if the
two paths will cross again but if you keep reading we can find out
together.

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Keep in mind that this story may contain explicit descriptions of sex
between men. If that offends you or is illegal where you live then read no
further. The events in this story are purely the author's imagination. Any
relationship to real people, places or events is purely coincidental.

Brent's Struggle

Prologue

It was hard to believe that less than a year ago he had been so
miserable. He thought it was practically the end of the world when his
parents had told him that they were moving. He had not wanted to leave his
friends or his school. He did not make friends easily and he knew that he
was somehow different than the other guys. He had moped about it for
weeks. It had not been until they were driving down the street to the new
house that Brent began to come out of his mood. He saw him there mowing
grass. He looked to be about Brent's age. He had the best head of thick
wavy brown hair. He was lean, tan and his face was so cute. Brent was drawn
to him immediately. Brent could not seem to pull his eyes away from him as
the boy walked behind the lawn mower pushing it across the deep green
grass. He wanted to go talk to him right then. Brent had watched him from
the driveway across the street. He studied his back, his shoulders and his
tan legs in the grey shorts. He turned away when the guy started to turn
towards him. He did not want to be caught looking.

It had only been a couple days later that Brent got to meet him face to
face. Walking into the kitchen in nothing but his boxers was not the way he
wanted to meet the sexy boy. It was however exactly what he had done. He
thought he might die from embarrassment, but he had not. Instead he had
survived, and the two boys had made an almost instant connection.

It took weeks of friendship and a camping trip before Brent understood
exactly how alike the two of them were. It was on that camping trip with
them sharing a bed that the two had realized what they were feeling for
each other was more than just friendship. There was a mutual physical
attraction. Neither of them knew exactly how to handle it. They both were
afraid of the feelings they were having for the other. It also seemed that
neither of them could disregard those feelings.

They both tried to fight them. They both tried to deny what they were
feeling for the other. Even after having girlfriends and refusing to act on
the feelings for each other they would or could not be denied.

Now here Brent was crossing the street to spend the night with his best
friend. They were going to spend the night without any parents. Devyn's
parents had gone out of town. Brent and Devyn would be completely alone for
the first time in weeks. It would be the first time they were able to spend
the night together since giving into their mutual attraction and allowing
themselves to be true. Brent was excited and nervous. He knew what they
were going to be doing. They had both been anticipating it since the moment
Devyn had known his folks would be gone.

Brent knew when Devyn opened the door that his friend was just as nervous
and excited as Brent. It was written right there in Devyn's soft brown eyes
with those golden flecks. Brent had never seen eyes quite like them
before. They were as warm as melted chocolate.

Brent could not believe how good he was feeling. He wanted this to continue
forever. He was standing there with his best friend. He was standing their
naked with his best friend and his best friend slowly stroking him.

"OH Devyn," Brent groaned. "That feels so good." Then when Devyn placed his
mouth over Brent's erection the feelings got even better. The feeling of
Devin's tongue swirling around his head was amazing. The feeling of those
hot wet lips gliding up and down his shaft was sending shivers up and down
Brent's spine. He slid his fingers into Devin's silky brown hair. Brent's
fingers slid thru the long strands that fell over Devin's forehead. He
pushed them back, so he could look down into that face. Brent loved looking
at that handsome face. The boy between his legs was sucking his cock. It
felt so good. He wanted it to last forever. He felt his balls pulling
up. He felt the sensations coming too soon. He wanted it to last
longer. "Hoo-hah!" The climax went thru Brent. His toes curled up. His body
felt like electricity was firing thru him as he emptied his seed into
Devyn's mouth.

He knew he was in love with this boy. He had never felt anything like
it. The sensations Devyn gave him were unlike anything Brent had ever
experienced before. The feeling of his friend's tan skin against his skin
was wonderful. That sexy body, those sexy lips and that intense feeling of
caring. It was almost over whelming to Brent.

Devyn moved bringing his lips to Meet Brent's. Brent tasted himself on
Devyn's lips. He tasted his own seed and he loved it. He loved it because
it was on Devyn's lips. He loved it because his best friend had given him
so much pleasure.

He wanted to give Devyn as much pleasure. He watched as Devyn leaned back
against the arm of the couch. He looked at the smooth tan skin. He drank in
the sexy body and the erect cock sticking out from curly brown pubes. He
slid his hands up and down Devyn's sexy legs. He kissed his friend before
sliding down to lick his friend's balls. He felt the tension mount in his
friend as Brent licked up and down the shaft of the rigid cock. He teased
that spot right under the head. He licked the head. He slid his tongue back
and forth thru Devyn's piss slit. He tasted the pre-cum leaking from Devyn
and he liked it. He wanted more of it. He wanted his friend to experience
just as much pleasure as he had experienced.

Brent took Devyn into his mouth. His lips caressed the head of Devyn's
cock. His tongue swirled around it. He stroked the shaft with his lips. He
played with Devyn's balls as he sucked the rock hard teenage rod.

Brent felt Devyn tenderly caress his head. He felt Devyn's fingers slide
thru his blonde curls. He sucked faster. He felt Devyn's balls pulling
up. He felt Devyn grow inside his mouth. He tasted that first shot of
teenage cum. Devyn moaned in pleasure as Brent swallowed down the teenage
load. He drank in all of Devyn's seed. He slurped every drop from Devyn and
then moved up his friend's body to kiss the other boy. He put his lips on
Devyn's and let his friend taste the seed. The seed that Brent had just
drank from Devyn's teenage cock.

Brent did not know it could be so good. He did not know being with another
guy would be like this. Being with Tracy had never made him feel this
good. It had felt more like a struggle with her. It had felt like fighting
the current in a river. This felt natural. Sitting on the couch with Devyn
felt perfect.

He watched his naked friend order pizza. He could not take his eyes off the
teenage hunk. Devyn often did not know just how damn good looking he
was. It was so sexy the way his hair fell over his eyes. It was even sexier
when he would brush it back.

"You going to put anything on stud," Brent asked when Devyn got up to
answer the door. "The pizza guy might not enjoy your naked body as much as
I do."

Devyn had grabbed shorts then and answered the door. Brent stayed naked on
the couch. Luckily you could not see him from the front door. He watched
Devyn carry the pizza back into the room. Brent quickly removed Devyn's
shorts. "I like looking at this," he said and gave Devyn's soft member a
kiss.

"You do that, and you will have to take care of it," Devyn said. His cock
was already beginning to grow.

Anytime," Brent said.

They ate and watched TV. They leaned against each other. Brent couldn't
believe how good it felt having Devyn's arms around him. How natural it
felt to lean against Devyn. Brent could feel himself growing sleepy. He
wanted more of Devyn, but he was getting so tired. He had not slept well
anticipating this night.

When Devyn suggested moving up to his room, Brent was happy to follow
Devyn. He loved watching that naked butt going up the stairs. He wondered
if Devyn would mind if he was the one on top this first time. He wanted to
see how it felt. He wanted to know he had been inside Devyn.

They stretched out on Devyn's bed. They curled up together to take a
nap. Just a few hours," Devyn had said. "There is more we want to do."

Brent had agreed. The next thing Brent knew he was waking up in Devyn's
arms with Devyn playing with his member

"How do you like your wake-up call?" Devyn asked.

"I love it," Brent said.

They kissed. Their lips were touching, and their tongues were exploring. It
felt so good to wake up with Devyn. Brent thought he could do this forever.

"Devyn, I really want to, um, you know," Brent said.

"Yu want to be inside me?" Devyn asked his lips turned up into that sexy
smile.

When Devyn smiled at him like that, Brent felt like something was flying
inside him. "Yeah," Brent said. "Is that okay?"

"It is great you want to," Devyn said. "I am just a little nervous."

"I'll stop whenever you say stop," Brent promised.

"Okay," Devyn agreed. "But I want to be inside you sometime."

"Well, if you have time and the motivation today," Brent said. "But right
now, I want..."

Brent's words trailed off as both boys new exactly what Brent wanted. Devyn
was more than willing to give Brent what he wanted. The feelings Devyn had
for his friend were stronger than anything Devyn had ever felt.

Brent got the lubricant from Devyn's sock drawer while Devyn moved onto his
hands and knees on the bed.

"Be sure to use a lot of that stuff," Devyn said as Brent began to lube up
his cock.

Brent placed a glob of the lube right onto Devyn's hole. He felt his friend
twitch and grinned. He knew that this was going to be amazing for them
both. He rubbed his slippery cock head against Devyn. He placed the head at
Devyn's opening

"You ready?" Brent asked his body nervous with anticipation.

"Yes," Devyn said bracing himself.

Brent pressed harder against Devyn's sphincter. He pushed harder and harder
until he felt the ring give way and his head popped inside.

"Ohohoh," Devyn moaned.

"Does it hurt?" Brent asked concerned about his friend.

"Like hell," Devyn said.

"Should I pull out?" Brent asked worried.

"Just give me a minute," Devyn said.

Brent rubbed his hands across Devyn's back as he waited for his friend to
get accustomed to having something inside him. Brent loved the feeling of
Devyn's tan skin under his hands. He loved the feeling of the muscles that
were flexing as his friend adjusted to having something inside of him. Then
when he thought Devyn was relaxed, he pushed forward forcing more of his
cock into the other teen.

Devyn was so tight, and it felt so hot inside Devyn's tunnel. Brent
couldn't believe how good it felt. He couldn't believe how wonderful it was
to be inside his friend. "Oh man, Oh Devyn."

With another thrust, Brent forced his shaft the rest of the way into
Devyn. He held onto his friend's hips as he pressed his blonde pubic hair
against Devyn's smooth skin.

"You okay?" Brent asked at Devyn's grunt.

"Just hold still," Devyn said.

Brent rubbed his hands over Devyn's back again. He ran them up and down the
boy's sides. He loved the feeling of Devyn's body. He loved the feeling of
the lean muscles and the soft smooth skin.

Brent slowly pulled back and felt the other boy relax. He hesitated for
only a moment before thrusting back into the warm opening.

Slowly Brent began to move. He heard the grunts from his friend and knew
Devyn was enjoying this as much as he was. Brent's mind was focusing on the
pleasure. He did not know anything but the pleasure that was coming from
his cock. It felt so good being inside Devyn. It felt so right being her
and doing this with his best friend. "I love you Devyn," he thought as he
grew closer and closer to climax.

"Oh, damn Devyn it feels so good," Brent moaned. He gripped Devyn and
thrust harder and faster. The sensations were over whelming.

Brent felt his balls pulling up. He felt the sensations building. He felt
his member grow one last time.

"What the hell!" Frank Shouted.

"Dad!" Devyn yelled.

"Get out, get the hell out of my house," Frank yelled at Brent.

Brent's cock had already started to soften. He had never got to cum. He was
so close and then denied. "Get out!" Frank yelled again. Brent began
looking for his clothes. He moved off the bed and realized that his clothes
were still downstairs.

"Go get out!" Frank yelled.

The rage on Frank's face was scary. Brent thought the man might have a
stroke or a heart attack. His face was red and the blood vessels on his
neck were popping out.

"My clothes are... Brent was cut off by more yells from Frank.  Brent
grabbed a t-shirt of Devyn's to cover his body. He felt ashamed and
embarrassed and sick and scared and so many other things he could not
name. Frank grabbed him as he got to the door. Frank's fingers digging
painfully into his arm. Frank pushed Brent back hard against the wall.

"I don't ever want you in my house again. I don't ever want to see you
again. I don't want you screwing up my son. I want your faggot ass to stay
away from my family."

Devyn started yelling back at Frank. Brent listened for only a moment
before slipping out the door. There he found Judy, Devyn's Mom. He held the
t-shirt over his crotch as he moved passed her. He hurried down stairs. He
grabbed his clothes. He pulled on his pants and shirt. He ran for the door
as the shouting upstairs got louder.

Brent bolted out the door. He ran across the street and into his own
house. He darted up the stairs and into his bedroom. He closed the door and
dropped down onto the bed. He did not know what he was going to
do. Everything had been perfect. Just moments ago, everything was perfect
and now it had all gone to hell.

Brent wasn't sure how long he had been there on his bed. The image of Frank
and Judy walking in on him and Devyn kept replaying in his head. He thought
at one point he was going to throw-up. He heard the phone ring and then he
heard his father shouting for him. He didn't want to go downstairs. He did
not want to see his parents. He just wanted to turn back time.

"Get down here right now!" his dad shouted.

Brent slowly got up. He started down the stairs. He saw his dad standing
there. He could see the disappointed look in his eyes.

"What the hell happened over at the Roberts?" his dad asked.

"Um, nothing," Brent said.

"Do not lie to me," Richard said.

"Um, Devyn and I um were just, um, goofing around," Brent said.

"From what Frank says you were not just goofing around," Richard said. "The
kind of stuff that Frank says he caught you doing is disgusting."

"We were just goofing around," Brent said.

"Goofing around," Richard shouted. "Not from what Frank says. Did he push
you into this?"

"It was, um, something, um, Devyn, um wanted to try," Brent said.

"He wanted to try?" Richard asked.

"Um, yeah," Brent said. "He um, kind of, um pushed me into it," Brent
said. Brent thought again that he might throw-up.

"How could you let anyone push you into that?" Richard said. "It is sick
and perverted. You will never see that kid again. You will avoid him at
school. You will avoid him and never talk to him again. I think you might
need sent off to military school. Someone needs to teach you how to be a
real man. You aren't learning it at this fucking public school."

"I'm sorry Dad," Brent said. "I, um, will not ever, um, see him again."

"Are you feeling alright?" Linda asked her son. "You look pale and a little
green."

"I, um, think I am, um, coming down with something," Brent said. He really
did feel sick.

"You should feel sick," Richard said. "After doing, doing what you did."

Brent hung his head. He looked at the floor, so he would not have to look
at his parents.

"Go up to your room," Linda said. "I think you need to rest."

Brent went back upstairs. He stopped at the bathroom and emptied his
stomach into the toilet. He looked out the window and watched Devyn's
house. He couldn't believe how great things had been only an hour
ago. Brent did not know how long he stood there watching Devyn's house, but
he saw Devyn come outside. He saw Devyn and his heart jumped. His stomach
turned inside out. He saw him walk down the sidewalk and across the
street. Brent ran downstairs. He needed to head Devyn off. He didn't want
his parents to answer the door. Brent almost tripped going down the
stairs. He caught himself on the banister and wrenched his shoulder. He
thought he might be sick again. He was feeling dizzy.

Brent pulled the door open just before Devyn pressed the doorbell. "Hey,"
Devyn said.

Brent looked into those warm Brown eyes. "Why are you here?" Brent's voice
sounded cold to his own ears. He needed Devyn to go away. He needed him to
leave before his parents heard them here.

"My parents, um, threw me out," Devyn answered.

"They threw him out," Brent thought. He looked at Devyn. He saw the caring
in those eyes. He looked over Devyn's shoulder. "Well, you can't stay
here," Brent said aloud. Inside he wanted to hug his friend. He wanted to
invite him in and hold him. Brent could not look into those brown eyes. He
could not allow himself to have these feelings any longer.

"Do, do your parents know?" Devyn asked.

"Yeah," Brent said. "Your Dad kind of called them. I can't see you
anymore. We can't be friends. My Dad is talking about sending me to
military school. He says they can make a man out of me."

"Brent who are you talking to?" Richard asked from behind him.

"No one. No one," Brent said closing the door.

Richard pushed Brent out of the way. He jerked the door open. From behind
his Dad Brent could see Devyn standing there. He looked lost. He looked
like he had just lost his best friend. Brent thought he might throw up
again.

"You are not welcome here Devyn," Richard said. "You are not to step foot
here again is That understood?"

"Um, sir," Devyn began.

Richard would not let Devyn say more than a couple words. Brent has told us
what happened.  He told us what you tried to force him to Do.  I won't have
you doing that with my son again.  You are to stay away from him."

"Force him?  I didn't force him to do anything," Devyn said shocked.

"Don't stand there and lie to my face," Richard said.  "Brent told us the
Whole disgusting thing.  I thought you were a good kid.  I am very sad to
find out just what kind of sick pervert lives next to us.  I can't believe
you would force yourself on Brent like that."

"I, I..." Devyn started but once again was cut off by Richard.

"Now get out of here and don't come back.  Brent doesn't want to see you
and neither do I."

Richard closed the door in Devyn's face. He turned to Brent. "I told you to
have nothing to do with him. You stay away from him or else."

"Um yes sir," Brent said.

"Now go to your room and stay there," Richard ordered.

Brent went upstairs. He closed his door and moved to the window. He looked
out. He saw Devyn there on the street walking towards the entrance to the
cul-de-sac. Brent saw the back-pack on his shoulders. He wondered where
Devyn was going. He wondered why he had not gone back home. Had his parents
really kicked him out? What was Devyn going to do?

Brent watched him until he was out of sight. He wanted to die. He really
wanted to die. Tears slid down his face. He felt as though life would never
be the same again. He wanted to go back. He wanted to feel that love and
caring again. "I am sorry," he said to the image of the brown-haired boy in
his head.

Brent woke up on Monday morning with dark circles under his eyes. He had
not slept well. He could not get the image of Devyn's hurt face out of his
head. He went to school as usual. He saw Devyn in class but would not look
at him. He wanted to talk to his friend, but he could not do that. He could
not let Devyn pull him back into their friendship.

"What is going on with you and Devyn," Tracy asked Brent after seeing the
two of them avoiding each other.

"Devyn isn't as good a guy as you think," Brent said and would not explain
any more to her.

Brent would watch Devyn, but he never made an effort to talk to him. He
knew if he spent any time with Devyn he would be pulled back into their
friendship. "Isn't that what you want?" Brent asked himself. "Don't you
want Devyn? Didn't it feel so right with Devyn? It never feels that way
with Tracy." Brent argued repeatedly with himself. He was so confused.

When Brent got home from school on Monday his parents told him they had
made a doctor's appointment for him. "What do you mean?" Brent asked.

"We want you to get the help you need," his mother said. "Your first
appointment is in an hour."

"Today?" Brent asked surprised.

The psychologist was an attractive blond woman. "I am Dr. Wilson," she said
introducing herself to Brent and his parents.

"Hi," Brent muttered as he sat there with his parents. His parents
explained the events as they understood them involving Brent and Devyn.

 "It is not too uncommon for boys to sometimes experiment," she said. "But
we can help Brent work thru his feelings and get him back on the right
track."

She proceeded to ask Brent question after question. Brent answered them
with as little information as he could. He did not want to tell her about
Devyn. She seemed very interested in the physical part of his and Devyn's
relationship. He refused to talk about any of it with his parents in the
room.

"I think," she began, "that we will need to meet again tomorrow."

"That soon," Richard said.

"Yes," she said. "I think Brent is very troubled by what this other boy did
to him. I think we need to start out with some intensive treatment. I also
think Brent might open up more if we had sessions without the two of you in
the room. I think it is hard for him to talk about this situation with his
parents in the room."

"If you think it is necessary," Linda said.

"It is," she said. "Don't worry though. I think you caught his problem
early and we will be able to treat him. I am also writing a prescription
for a medication that I want Brent to begin taking. It will help with his
treatment. I have had great success with it in the past. Please do not
worry we will be able to help Brent."

After his first appointment with Dr. Wilson, Brent's parents seemed a
little more relaxed. Brent was still feeling guilty about Devyn and how
things had ended between them. Brent met with Dr. Wilson twice more that
week after school. She asked detailed questions regarding his and Devyn's
physical relationship but Brent would not give her those details.  Brent
was guessing she was filling in the blanks with her own imagination.

"So, do you think Devyn was pushing you in this direction from the
beginning?" she asked him during one of the sessions.

"I, um, don't know," Brent said shrugging his shoulders.

"You should think about it," Dr. Wilson said. "Sometimes with a particular
kind of predator, it is easy to allow them to influence you. If the other
boy is persuasive and deceptive he could have started pushing you in this
direction since the first time you met."

"Really?" Brent asked.

"Think about which one of you brought up these feelings," she said. "Think
about which one of you initiated the first moves. I am betting it was this
other boy. Do you think he manipulated you?"

"Um, I don't know," Brent said.

He had not been able to think about anything else that night. He wondered
if Devyn had been pushing him. Had Devyn deliberately manipulated him?
Maybe Devyn had even planned that whole thing at the mall with Matt and
Bryan. Could they be in on this with Devyn? Brent was even more confused
than before. He looked at the picture of the two of them on the camping
trip. They both looked so happy. It had been that night that they had
started messing around. It was in that place that Devyn had first rubbed
himself against Brent.

Maybe Devyn had planned it all. Maybe Devyn had pushed Brent into thinking
he was gay. Brent had looked at guys before Devyn but that had just been
curiosity. If it had not been for Devyn he might have easily overcome those
feelings.

Somehow Brent made it to the weekend. He wanted to just stay in bed all
day. "Honey don't you want to go with us?" his mom asked him for the third
or fourth time.

"No," Brent said. "I still don't feel good. I just want to stay in bed."

His mom placed a cool hand on his forehead. "You do not feel warm."

"Can I just stay home," Brent asked.

"Yes," she said sighing.

His folks had only been gone for a few minutes before the doorbell
rang. Brent wondered who it was. He pulled himself out of bed and drug
himself down stairs.

Brent opened the door and was surprised by the visitor. "Devyn!"

"Can we talk?" Devyn asked.

Brent's heart started racing. He could feel things beginning to stir inside
him. "I, I don't think so.  I can't be with you anymore." Brent had avoided
Devyn all week at school.  He had kept his distance from his best
friend. He was so confused. From his sessions with Dr. Wilson he thought
Devyn had pressured him into doing those things. When he was talking to her
it made so much since. In her office he believed the manipulation and
pressure tricks that Devyn had used. Here though with Devyn standing so
close nothing made sense anymore.

"Come on man," Devyn said his voice cracking.  "I know your folks are not
home.  I saw them leave.  I was waiting.  Let's at least talk.  Brent you
know how I feel about you.  That hasn't changed."

Before he knew what, he was doing, Brent pulled the door back further and
stepped aside and let Devyn into the house. "You can't stay long." Brent
closed the door behind Devyn and then turned to face the other boy.

"Brent, I, I am sorry that things happened the way they did," Devyn said
trying to meet Brent's eyes. Devyn reached out to pull the guy he had been
having strong feelings for into a hug.  He was expecting to feel Brent's
arms move around him.  He was expecting to have his best friend return his
hug.

Brent was surprised by the hug. He stiffened. He remembered everything that
Dr. Wilson had said. Devyn was trying to manipulate him again. He could not
respond to this sort of action. "I cannot have these feelings," Brent
thought. "I cannot give into his perverted desires."

"What's wrong?" Devyn asked.

Brent thought he heard concern in Devyn's voice. "We can't do this anymore.
I, I can't do this with you." It was all Brent could do not to put his arms
around Devyn. It felt as though every cell in his body was screaming at him
to hug Devyn, to kiss Devyn and to just give into the feelings he was
trying to deny.

"Brent your parents aren't here," Devyn said trying to look into Brent's
eyes.

"It doesn't matter if my parents are here or not." Brent pushed Devyn back
to arm's length.  He needed to keep his distance from Devyn.  He could not
have those urges for the other guy any more.

"Brent, I don't understand," Devyn said his voice cracking a bit.

"It's over Devyn," Brent said. "I was just confused.  I am not going to do
that stuff anymore.  My folks are even putting me into therapy to help fix
the messed-up thing you did to me."

"What?" Devyn said confused.

"I know you didn't realize how hard it was on me to have you pressuring me
like you did, but it made me very confused." Brent looked away from
Devyn. He could not bring himself to meet Devyn's gaze.

"Brent, you're gay just like me," Devyn said.

"NO!  No!" Brent said his voice getting louder.  "I'm not.  That is the
problem.  I'm not a fucking faggot like you.  I am normal.  You just
confused me."

"I don't believe it," Devyn said. "What did they tell you?"

Brent had to get Devyn out of the house. He should have never let him
inside. "You have to go Devyn.  I can't be around you anymore.  I don't
want to be around you anymore.  I'm going to get myself straightened out.
I'm going to let the doctors fix me.  Maybe you should do the same."

"There isn't anything wrong with me to fix" Devyn said. "I'm gay not sick
or diseased."

"But it is a disease," Brent said. He was repeating what Dr. Wilson had
told him. "It is like being an alcoholic.  You have to fight the urges.
You have to put them behind you."

"We both tried that Brent.  It doesn't work," Devyn said.

"It didn't work for me because of you," Brent said.  "You did this to me.
You tried to come between me and my family, but it didn't work."

"You know what," Devyn said his voice growing louder.  His face grew redder
as he got angry.  "You are the one that is messed up and I am not going to
fucking put up with this."

Brent had never heard Devyn use that tone with him before. "Devyn, you
should go."

"Yeah, I think I should," Devyn said. "I think you are not the person I
fell into love with.  You are not..."

Brent could not listen any longer. He would break if Devyn said any
more. "Just get out."

"Fine," Devyn snapped.

Brent knew if Devyn came back he would fall apart. "Don't come back," Brent
said from the doorway.

He closed the door and leaned against it. It had been so hard. It had been
harder than anything else he had ever done. The hurt look on Devyn's face
had almost been too much.



Brent spent the rest of the weekend in his room and in bed. He didn't get
out until he went to school Monday morning. He should have stayed home. He
thought he could have convinced his Mom that he was sick. But there was a
reason he came to school. Brent saw him down the hall. His heart skipped a
beat. There he was. He looked tired. He looked a little shabby. He started
in his direction and then Tracy was there. "Hi babe," she said.

"Um, hi," Brent said watching him for a second longer then turning to his
girlfriend. When Brent turned back he was gone.

"You didn't eat much dinner again," his mom said. "You should eat more. It
looks like you are losing weight."

"I'm not hungry," he said pushing the food around on his plate. Everything
was tasteless these days. Everything paled in comparison to his warm
lips. Nothing tasted as sweet as his skin under his tongue.

Brent left the dinner table and headed upstairs to his room. "What are we
going to do with him," Linda asked her husband Richard.

"I don't know," he said. "He hasn't been the same since..."

"I know," Linda said. "I hear him up at all hours of the night. I don't
think he has slept well in weeks."

"Maybe we should go away over his spring break," Richard suggested. "Maybe
a change would do him good."

"Maybe," Linda said but she wasn't sure. She had her doubts that their son
would ever be the same again. Should they have been more understanding? She
could not help but wonder if forbidding him to see the other boy had been
right. "Maybe we made a mistake," she said to her husband.

"What else could we have done?" Richard asked. "We could not allow that
sort of thing to continue."

"Maybe they would have out grown it," she said. "Maybe it was a phase."

"I never went thru a phase like that," Richard said.

"Teenagers are different now," she said. "It isn't like when we were kids."

"Let's try going away for his Spring break," Richard said. "I think that
will help."

Brent saw him in class and the halls. He watched him when Devyn wasn't
looking. It looked like he was losing weight. He wondered where he was
living. He had not seen him in the neighborhood and there had not been a
light in his room. Part of him wanted to go to him. There was a part that
wanted to tell Devyn he was sorry. "You have to fight those feelings,"
Dr. Wilson told him during their sessions. "You know he is only
manipulating you. He only wants to pull you back into his perversion."

Brent was not sure about the perversion. He was sure what he had felt was
love. He was sure it was. When he saw Devyn at school he could feel the
power of those emotions.

"I think I should talk to him," he told Dr. Wilson.

"What would that do but give him the chance to manipulate you again," she
said. "Do not give him that opportunity. You are stronger than he is. Your
health is at stake. You know what the right thing to do is."

Brent was not sure he did know the right thing. How could loving someone be
wrong? How could loving anyone be abnormal?

Brent was surprised when he stopped seeing Devyn at school. He was
surprised when he did not find him in the halls or in class. Days passed
and Devyn did not come back to school.

"Do you know where he is?" Sue asked him.

"No," Brent answered.

"I am getting worried," Sue told him.

"I think he is using drugs," Brent lied to her. "It is why we stopped
hanging out together."

"He was withdrawn," sue said. "The last few times we talked there was
something bothering him. He was different."

"You are better without him," Brent said. But Brent was not sure he was
better without Devyn.

Brent kept watching for him but did not see him at school or anywhere
else. Had that been him?" Brent wondered. Had he just seen him across the
street? He had almost darted out into traffic before Tracy had grabbed him
and pulled him back. "What are you doing?"

"I, um, thought I, um, saw something," He stammered.

"You aren't here anymore," Tracy said. "Your mind is never here."

"I'm sorry," he said.

"I think we need to see other people," she said.

Brent looked at her. He knew he should feel something. He knew he should be
sad they were evidently breaking up. Instead he felt little to nothing. If
he had to put a name to his emotion it would be relief. He was feeling
relief that his girlfriend was breaking up with him. "Um, okay," he finally
said.

"Okay," she said. "OKAY!" she said louder. "That is all you have to say
when I say we should see other people?"

"Um, yeah," Brent said.

"After all we did together," she said. "After all these months together and
that is all you have to say."

Brent looked at her his blue eyes looking into her green ones. "Um, yeah,"
he muttered.

"FINE!" she said and stormed off.

Brent watched her walk away. He watched her storm down the street. He
should chase after her, but he didn't. He turned and walked towards
home. His eyes were constantly scanning the crowd. His eyes were looking
for brown hair and brown eyes. There he was going towards the park. Brent
did dart into traffic this time. Tires squealed, and cars honked. He didn't
care. He was across the street. He grabbed his arm. "I..." his voice
trailed off. It wasn't him. It wasn't him. "I, um sorry." Brent released
the stranger and turned. He walked back towards home. He stopped in front
of his house. He looked at the house across the street. He did not realize
his feet were moving. He did not remember how he got on the porch of the
other house. He saw his finger pressing the doorbell. He heard the
chimes. He heard the chimes and he felt his heart racing. Time seemed to
stretch as he stood there waiting. Finally, the door opened. He saw those
eyes now. Those soft brown eyes but they were in the wrong face. "Um, hi
Mrs. Roberts," he said his voice cracking.

"You need to go home," she said.

"I, um, just, um, want to, um, talk, um is Devyn here," he said the last
two words were said fast.

Her lips thinned. She looked at him. Her eyes were sad. "He isn't here,"
she said. "He is gone." She closed the door.

"Gone," Brent said. "Gone where?" There was no answer only the closed door.

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