Date: Tue, 29 Jan 2008 01:20:21 -0500 From: Terrance MacDonald Subject: Brandon and Alex 36 This story involves sexual situations between teen boys, so if you aren't supposed to be looking at things like this wherever you live or this makes you squeamish, please leave this story/site now and/or move to a place where things like this are acceptable. Likewise, if you aren't old enough to look at filth like this wherever you happen to be, or if you or are a card-carrying member of the Moral-Minority, shoo, go away. I certainly can't control whether you do or not, but you have been warned. As always, I would like to thank my good friends, Mike, Dave and Johan for being my editors and proof-readers on this story, as well as offering some really helpful assistance along the way. All rights are reserved, do not modify or redistribute this text without my express written consent, or I'll have the old gypsy woman that lives across the lake from me put a curse on you. Like the other stories I've written, this is set in a magical land where there are no STDs, so you won't be reading about condoms being used except in this disclaimer. This is not meant to imply that I am advocating the practice of unsafe sex, quite the opposite actually - please take precautions and protect yourself, there's a lot of shit out there that can kill you or make you wish you were dead. This chapter is brought to you by Geno's Steaks in Philadelphia - the ONLY place in Philadelphia where on ANY of my visits I have found and edible cheese-steak sandwich. It definitely made my lunch time worthwhile today! And you have to speak English to order or you won't be served. Comments and feedback are certainly welcomed at t_macd@comcast.net. I've really enjoyed hearing from everyone who has written, please keep on letting me know what you do and don't like. E-mail me for a complete list (with Nifty Archive links) of my previous stories should you care to do so. Brandon and Alex Chapter Thirty Six Carson wasn't any happier when they had to leave Steven behind at the police station than he had been when they were separated for the drive to get there. Detective Peters had finished taking the statements of from all Steven's friends and was done with them, so there was no reason for them to stay. When they left, Detective Peters was talking with Steven and his parents. Steven and Carson exchanged a look as Carson was turning to leave, as if to agree to call each other later to talk about what had happened. Michael's first stop was to drop Carson off at his house. When they got there it was nearly six o'clock. Michael got out of the car with him and put his arm around his shoulders as they walked toward the house. Michael was worried about Carson - how he was dealing with all that had happened that afternoon. Michael knew how upset Carson was, and was concerned about leaving him alone. As they walked up to the house, Carson's mother came out onto the front porch. "Where have you been?" she asked. "I didn't know you were going somewhere after school, and there was something on the news about some trouble at your school. I was worried sick!" she added with alarm, worry, and some anger evident in her tone. "Yeah, sorry mom," Carson mumbled. "That was us." "What? What do you mean 'that was us'?" she asked. Michael cut in to explain briefly to Carson's mother what had happened at the school that afternoon. When he was done, she took her son inside. Michael returned to his car and the other boys. As they drove away Michael observed, "Carson's mother made a good point, we should have called our parents to let them know we were alright." As they had planned earlier in the day, Michael dropped Bobby off first. Then they started off toward Kyle's house after Michael promised Bobby that he would call him later. When Bobby went inside, there was no sign of his parents. Apparently they were already out for the evening. When Bobby checked the kitchen, there was at least some dinner being kept warm for him in the oven, which was something he wasn't really used to. As Bobby sat down to eat, he heard the front door close, and a moment later, Billy came into the kitchen. "Where were you? I've been waiting for you to get home all afternoon!" Billy gushed out. Then, not waiting for a reply, he continued, "I have the best news! You won't believe it!" Bobby finally managed to get a couple words in, "Whoa, slow down buddy. Sit down and tell me your news. You want something to eat or drink?" "No thanks," Billy said as he slid into a chair across the table from Bobby. "I just had dinner a little while ago." "Okay, so what's the big news?" Bobby asked. He could tell how excited Billy was, and after the harrowing afternoon he and his friends had had, he thought he could use some cheering up. "I'm officially adopted!" Billy nearly shouted as he jumped up out of his chair. Momentarily sharing in Billy's enthusiasm, Bobby got up, rushed over to Billy and gave him a big hug, lifting him off the ground in a tight embrace for just a second or two. "That's fantastic, Billy!" he exclaimed after he had set his friend back down. "When did you find out?" "This afternoon when I got home from school, dad came home early from the office to tell me. I've been waiting for you to get home all afternoon so I could tell you about it!" "Sorry," Bobby told him, then glossed over all that had happened to him and his friends that afternoon. "There was a little trouble after school today, so Michael and I were delayed. Why don't you go up and play some games on my computer and I'll come tell you about it after I've finished dinner?" Bobby had lots of cool games on the computers in his room, and he knew Billy liked to play around with the high tech equipment he had, as Billy's computer was a much more basic system and wasn't as capable when it came to some of the newest high tech games. Billy happily hurried up to Bobby's room while Bobby sat back down to finish his dinner. - - - Billy sat down in the chair in front of Bobby's "guest" computer and logged in to the guest account. He had often wondered about the camera setup that Bobby had and was curious about it, but Bobby had always been reluctant to tell him very much about it. Maybe if he had, what happened next wouldn't have. Bobby found the software that activated the camera and started it up. When he first turned the camera on, he noticed that it was trained on the bed rather than the chair he was sitting in, which he thought was a little odd, but he quickly found and figured out the controls to electronically maneuver the camera so that it was trained on him instead. Billy was just goofing off in front of the camera - making faces, spinning around in the chair and just generally being a kid. He was a real ham, and loved seeing himself through the camera's eye. He didn't notice the small pane in the corner of the camera software window that was labeled "viewers" until a small beep went off announcing that there was a message waiting. Once his attention was called to it, Billy noticed that there were three viewers listed, one of which was highlighted and flashing, indicating who had sent the message and another had a notation that it was the computer Billy was using. There wasn't any sort of name to identify who the viewers were, just a series of numbers separated by periods for each. At first Billy wasn't sure what to do, but curiosity overwhelmed him once again and he double-clicked the flashing entry to open the message. Billy was a little surprised by what he saw... - 192.168.10.10: Wow, ur a cutie. Never seen u on here b4, show some skin? Billy studied the message for a moment, arching one eyebrow as he considered it... 'So, I'm cute huh? Okay, I'll show a little skin for whoever this is. What can it hurt?' Billy found it a bit exciting that this unknown and unseen person was watching him, and pulled the bottom of his shirt up to just below his nipples, showing off his smooth, tight stomach. As he did this, his voyeur sent a smiley face emoticon message across to him and asked for more. Without even thinking, Billy slid his shirt a little higher, exposing one of his small, pink nipples. Another message popped up on the screen: - 192.168.10.10: Sweet! Can I see more? Egged on by his admirer, Billy pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it onto the floor next to him. He still hadn't given any consideration at all to the possible implications, or the consequences of what he was doing. Meanwhile, on the other end of the computer connection, a penis was stiffening up. Since a stiff dick has no conscience, it was quick to send more impulses up through the brain and back down to the anonymous viewer's fingers. 'I wonder how far I can get this kid to go. He sure is a little hottie... I wonder who he is and why I haven't ever seen him on here before.' The message was already formulated in his mind... - 192.168.10.10: God u r such a hottie! What else have you got? Encouraged still further, Billy got up out of the chair and started swaying his hips back and forth. When he stood, this caused his face to disappear from the picture on the screen, so he took a moment to adjust the angle and zoom on the camera so that he would be framed from his head down to his knees. Once this was done he resumed his little dance for his spectator. He turned, bending a little to show off his butt and wiggling it as he did. When he turned back around, Billy ran his hands over his chest, down over his stomach, and then finally tucked his fingers inside the waistband of his boxers, which were peeking out and inch or two above the top of his jeans. - 192.168.10.10: Nice boxers! C more? Billy wasn't sure what to make of that until he looked down. He was wearing a pair of white Hanes boxers with red hearts of various sizes printed all over them. He had forgotten all about wearing that particular pair that day. He couldn't see the harm in showing off his boxers though, so Billy used his thumbs to push his jeans down further, working them around behind him, and then back to the front as he slowly pushed them down, continuing his little dance as he did. Billy wasn't really intending to go that far, but suddenly the waistband of his jeans reached a point where it wasn't able to keep hold of his skinny little body anymore, and they dropped free, falling to his knees before they stopped. This caused Billy to stumble a little as he danced around in front of the camera. Fortunately when he did, he landed, giggling in the chair he had been sitting in earlier. As he did this, another message popped up on the monitor in front of him: - 192.168.10.10: KEWL!!! Billy frowned at the camera for a moment at this comment, but smiled again when the next one popped up a few seconds later: - 192.168.10.10: God u r SOOO cute!!! ;-) Then Billy leaned back, raised his legs and kicked a few times to get his jeans the rest of the way off, then stood and resumed his dance in front of the camera. When he did this, the legs of his boxers opened enough for his audience to get a glimpse of his balls, which were hanging low between his legs and the head of his circumcised penis. Even though Billy was small for his age, and looked about a year younger than he really was, his equipment measured in at better than average for his actual age at just over five and a half inches when fully erect. Fortunately for Billy's viewers, Bobby's web cam was a very high resolution model, and even though the view up the leg of his boxers was a short one, it definitely made up for that in quality. In front of monitors in two different houses where his viewers were located, there were appreciative gasps. Billy however was quite unaware that he had given them this brief flash. For that matter, since the second of his watchers had not sent any messages, he wasn't even thinking about there being more than one - and he certainly hadn't intended to flash them. Billy had already decided how far he was willing to go, and showing his private parts wasn't on the menu. Billy got back out of the chair and resumed dancing in front of the camera, placing his hands behind his head as he swiveled and shook his hips. As he did, he could feel himself becoming a little aroused as the tip of his slowly thickening penis rubbed against the soft cotton fabric of his boxers. Now, for those of you unfamiliar with the way Hanes boxer shorts are made, they do not have a button or a snap midway down the fly like most others do. This has the effect of allowing easier access if you're standing in front of a urinal and need to get it out to pee. It also has the effect of allowing unwanted slippage, or popping out unintentionally. And that's exactly what had happened to Billy as he danced in front of the camera. He did not realize that a little more than just the tip of his dick had popped out of his fly though, not even when he heard Bobby's exclamation as he opened the door and came into his bedroom... "Billy! What the hell are you DOING?" Then Bobby saw the computer monitor, and he knew. To say that he was shocked that Billy had not only figured out how to get the camera setup operating but was also putting on his own little web cam show would be a serious understatement. Then Bobby noticed Billy's half-hard cock sticking out through the fly of his boxers. When he saw that, he reached over and hit the master power switch on the surge suppressor strip for the computer Billy was using, abruptly ending the show for the two rather disappointed voyeurs. * * * Brandon and Alex had been taken by surprise when Joey had told them about Kyle's former almost-boyfriend being into all the kinky stuff, wanting to be tied up and spanked with the wooden kitchen spoon. Then again, they had their own experience with some kinkiness when Alex's cousin Paolo had tied them up and used the butt-plug on them. The story Joey had just related to them reminded them both of this, and of Paolo's backpack full of toys. "You know I still have some of the stuff Paolo had in that bag," Alex told Brandon as they rode their bicycles home after they left Joey's house. "You're kidding," Brandon had thought that all Paolo's sex toys had been taken by the police when they arrested him. "Like what kind of stuff did you keep?" he asked, his interest aroused. He didn't want to appear too excited about the possibility of playing with some of the sex toys Paolo had in the backpack they had seen, but he was definitely interested. "The butt-plug, one of the dildos and that cord with the beads on it, I have them stashed in the back of my closet." "Cool! Why didn't you tell me before?" Brandon asked, temporarily forgetting that he was trying to hide his excitement. "I don't know," Alex shrugged. "I didn't know if you would be interested or not." He had picked up on Brandon's interest, but didn't let on. There was a pregnant pause as neither boy spoke as they walked for about another half a block, then Alex asked, "So are you?" already knowing the answer. "Am I what?" "Interested in messing around with that stuff some more?" Alex replied. "I suppose so, what about you?" "Um, I guess so. I suppose I kept that stuff for a reason." It was true; Alex was very interested in playing around with the sex toys he'd gotten from his cousin. He hadn't brought it up with Brandon before now though because he was afraid that maybe his boyfriend wouldn't share his desires, or maybe think he was weird for wanting to do it himself. They walked along in silence for a few more minutes before Brandon asked "So have you used them?" "Huh?" Alex could really be dense sometimes, Brandon thought. "Paolo's toys - have you used them?" Brandon explained. "No," Alex said, and taking a big chance since they were almost in front of their homes, reached over and quickly grabbed and squeezed Brandon's crotch. "I've had this to play with. I didn't need a substitute." Brandon put his arm around Alex's shoulders for just a moment and said, "You're so sweet. I can't imagine what I would ever do without you." Moments later, in front of their homes, Brandon and Alex prepared to split up. "Wanna see if you can spend the night tonight?" Brandon asked hopefully. "Yeah, what do you have in mind?" Alex asked, even though he had a pretty good idea. "Maybe some X-Box games and some movies downstairs in the playroom, then we can sleep on the sofa bed. How does that sound?" Knowing that downstairs in the playroom they would be separated from Brandon's parents by two floors, Alex had a pretty good idea of the unspoken things that Brandon had in mind. He nodded, rubbing the back of his hand up and down Brandon's forearm gently as he did, and then said, "I'm sure it will be okay with the 'rents. I'll see you in a little while." Brandon was sure his parents wouldn't object to Alex staying over with him, they never did. This was going to be the first time he had asked them to let them sleep downstairs since his parents had found out that not only were the two boys gay, but also sexually active. And of course, Brandon knew his parents certainly weren't stupid - they were going to know that he and Alex wanted the additional privacy afforded by being on the basement level while they slept two floors above. When Brandon asked his parents about Alex staying over that night as they ate dinner, his parents gave their consent, much as he expected. When his mother asked what they had planned, and he told them that he and Alex wanted to stay up late playing video games and watching movies on TV in the basement playroom and "probably sleep on the sofa bed." He expected some objection - especially when his parents gave each other a knowing look - he could tell they knew what he and Alex had planned - well not specifically, but sex in general. What his father said came as a shock to him though - "Just make sure you two don't make too much noise. I don't want you keeping us up all night." Brandon's father gave him a knowing smile as he said this. "Don't worry, we won't." And Brandon really hoped they wouldn't as he made that statement. He wasn't sure exactly how things would go that night, but he was pretty sure that the term 'playroom' was going to be given a whole new meaning that night. Alex's parents hadn't objected to the boys' plan to spend the night at Brandon's house that night either, and about an hour later, Alex showed up carrying a bag with his essentials for the night packed in it. As he came into the house, he pulled a copy of 'Grand Theft Auto' out of his bag and excitedly stated "Dude, we have to play this one first!" Brad and Patricia MacMillan looked at each other and smiled as the two boys raced off and ran down the stairs, eager to get started on their video games. Maybe that was all there was really going to be to what their son and his boyfriend had planned for the night, just like he had told them. Parents of teen boys can certainly delude themselves into believing what they want, even when they know the truth is something altogether different. Brandon and Alex kicked their shoes and socks off as soon as they were in the playroom, and as soon as they had the X-Box set up and going, fell back onto the couch. After several games, most of which Brandon easily won, things degenerated into a tickling match between the two boys, and it wasn't long before they were rolling around on the carpeted floor, wrestling with each other. The resulting giggling caused Brandon's father to call downstairs to them to tell them to be quiet as he and Brandon's mother were on their way to bed. He did shut the door to the stairs leading to the basement level before he went upstairs though. The boys stopped their wrestling for a moment when Brandon's father called down the stairs to them, lying silently on the floor for a moment until they heard the door shut above them. When they heard the sound of the door closing, they gave each other a knowing look - there was now one more barrier between them and Brandon's parents. They decided they might as well get their bed ready before they got too tired, so after stripping down to their underwear, they pulled the cushions off the sofa-bed and folded it out. Once they had the sheets and blankets spread out across the mattress and tucked in, they resumed their wrestling match on the floor between the sofa-bed and the TV. They weren't back at it long before Brandon's hand found its way into the waistband of Alex's briefs. It was only a quick feel before Alex flipped him over and reversed the situation by sticking his hand up into the leg of Brandon's boxers. Of course neither boy minded the other's groping at all. In fact, if their rapidly rising penises were any indication, they were both enjoying it quite a lot. The boys had a lot of pent up sexual energy, and it wasn't long before they were each tugging at the other's underwear, each trying to get the other naked first. Either Brandon got a little too enthusiastic, or Alex's slightly too tight, pale blue briefs were a little too old and worn, or maybe it was a combination of both, but Brandon won that battle easily when Alex's underwear ripped apart as Alex tried to keep them up at the same time Brandon was trying to pull them down. In fact, as Brandon heard the fabric begin to separate, he couldn't resist the impulse to pull a little harder, and a moment later Alex was left holding on only to the elastic waistband, while the remainder of his underwear were held high in Brandon's hand as he did a little victory dance around his boyfriend. As he did this, Alex took full advantage of the opportunity and jerked Brandon's boxers all the way down in one swift motion. Brandon nearly tripped over the shorts around his ankles, but prevented this by stepping out of them. Alex immediately stood and tossed them behind the sofa, then pulled Brandon down on top of him as he fell back onto the bed. They lay still there for a moment, face to face. Brandon lowered his face into Alex's and they kissed, warmly and passionately, almost as if they were much older than their just barely fourteen years. Then, slowly, Brandon began moving against his lover, rubbing their stiff cocks against one another. Alex wrapped both his arms and legs around his lover, gently squeezing him, pulling their bodies tightly together. "I brought Paolo's toys with me like we talked about earlier," Alex finally spoke as he gazed up into Brandon's eyes. Then, waggling his eyebrows at Brandon, added "So, you wanna play a little?" "I thought you'd never ask," Brandon said back to him. "Well then you better let me up for a minute so I can get the stuff," Alex told him as he released the grip his arms and legs had on Brandon. Reluctantly, Brandon rolled off his lover, but not before ducking his head down and planting a quick kiss on Alex's forehead. Alex rummaged around in the backpack he had brought over with him, and Brandon heard a sort of clicking sound as Alex, his back to him, pulled something from the bag. Brandon's curiosity about what was making the noise was answered a moment later when Alex stood and turned around, holding up a string of beads. Well, small balls would be more like it. There were six of them on a cord, each apparently separated by a small knot, keeping just a little bit apart as Alex playfully dangled them there in front of him. Alex held them out in front of him, swinging them around in a circular motion as he walked slowly back toward the sofa-bed. Brandon's eyes grew wide as Alex got closer and he could better gauge just how big around the orbs-on-a-string were - which was all he could think of to call them in his mind. They weren't graduated in size at all. Each one looked like it had a diameter of about 2 inches. Doing the simple math quickly in his head, Brandon quickly realized that if Alex inserted all those into him - that was an entire FOOT of stuff that would be up inside him. And they were so big around! Suddenly Brandon wasn't so sure about playing with Paolo's toys any more. Alex saw the look in Brandon's eyes and immediately picked up on it. Once more it was like they were reading each other's minds. Brandon's father had even joked once that it seemed as if the boys shared the same brain, the way they would often complete each other's sentences. Alex turned and took a few quick steps back to where his backpack was lying on the floor. When he stood, turned and started back toward the bed, Brandon was able to see that Alex had some other things in his hands now. Alex was coming back with not only the string of beads, but also the butt plug, a dildo and a bottle of lubricant. Brandon lay on the bed, watching as Alex held up the toys and the lube. "Some of that other stuff might be okay, but I still don't know about those balls. I don't know if I can take that much, or something that big or not." Alex grinned at him. "What it I try them first?" The look in Brandon's eyes told Alex exactly what Brandon was thinking, and without being asked aloud, Alex responded, "No, I haven't tried them yet. I've been afraid to up until now too." Brandon relented. "I'll try them first. Just be gentle and stop if I tell you, okay?" "Sweetness, you know I will." Then, as Brandon raised his legs, grabbing them behind the knees to pull them back toward his chest, exposing himself fully to this boy, his soul-mate, the only boy he really loved - Alex moved onto the bed and eased forward. He dropped everything but the bottle of lubricant on the bed next to him as he settled in with Brandon's butt between his knees to begin preparing him for what was to come. * * * Steven and his father rode home in silence when they left the police station. It wasn't until they had parked the car in the garage and were walking into the kitchen as the garage door rumbled down behind them that Steven spoke to his father. "Did you really mean what you said to her?" "What's that?" His father didn't quite understand what Steven was asking. "Did you really just throw Mom out? Were you serious about that?" Steven had mixed emotions about what he thought was going on. He did love his mother, even though she had been very cold and distant since she had so abruptly found out that he and Carson were lovers. He really didn't want to be the cause of his parents breaking apart, and he feared that was exactly what was happening now. Trevor Roberts turned to face his son, "Yes son, I'm afraid I meant exactly what I said." He knew that Steven was going to blame himself for what was going on. While Trevor's acceptance of Steven and his wife's refusal to do so did play a role in what was happening, there were other things that had been building up for a long time. It was time to discuss them now, man to man. Trevor took two bottles of Labatt's 50 out of the refrigerator, opened them both and handed one to his son. This was extremely surprising to Steven. His father had never let him have alcohol before, and in his surprise he said, "Um, Dad, you know this is beer, right? I'm fourteen, remember?" "Cream ale," his father corrected him. "What?" Steven didn't understand what his father meant. "It isn't beer. It's ale," his father explained. "Besides, I think you're old enough now to have one with your old man on a Friday night after a particularly stressful day, and I think today has had enough stress for both of us for quite a while. Don't you?" "Yeah, I suppose so." Steven still wasn't sure where his father was going with this. It all seemed sort of surreal to him at this point. Steven followed his father into the family room, a place that had always seemed very comfortable until that night which seemed so long ago now, when his parents had come home early and caught him and Carson having sex in his bedroom. They sat in easy chairs next to each other, and while Steven just held onto his drink, his father took a long pull before sitting it down on the small table between them. Trevor leaned forward, putting his elbows on his knees, turned his head toward his son, and paused there for just a moment before he spoke. "Look, I'm sure you think that your relationship with Carson has a lot to do with what happened between your mother and me tonight, but I have to tell you there's far more to it than that." Trevor Roberts laid it all out for his son. He told him about all the problems between him and his wife over the past few years, including an affair that he had discovered his wife was having with the leader of the religious group she had hired to abduct him in order to deprogram his homosexuality. They talked for a long time that evening; Steven sipped on his ale, while his father returned to the kitchen a few times to get another. At the end of the night, Trevor was far more intoxicated than Steven had ever seen him, but they had a good talk, and Steven was not casting the blame on himself for the demise of his parents' marriage. It was fairly late when he and his father finally finished talking that evening, so instead of calling Carson, he just send a quick text message to his cell phone to let him know that everything was alright. He didn't hear anything back before he turned off his bedside lamp and lay back to go to sleep, so he figured Carson had probably already gone to bed as well. * * * Michael didn't really want to leave Bobby at home alone after the ordeal they had all been through that afternoon, but he had promised Kyle that he would make time for them to talk that afternoon. He knew that whatever it was, it had to be important. Michael and Kyle weren't all that close, despite being on the football team together. That isn't to say that they weren't friendly, or at least cordial to each other, and they had hung out together on occasion, with other friends. Still, that didn't explain why Kyle wanted to talk to him about something that was obviously very personal. Michael tried to start the conversation before they got to Kyle's house, but he wasn't having it. "I'm sorry, what I need to talk to you about is very important. I really want to feel that I have all your attention instead of you being distracted by driving." Michael was all too familiar with being distracted while driving - he thought briefly about Martha Wilson and the near collision they had had, then he returned his full attention to the road. Kyle's mother was in the kitchen finishing up dinner when they arrived. "Kyle, you're late. Who is your friend? I don't think I've met him before, is he going to stay for dinner? I can set an extra place..." "No thanks Mom, this is Michael, he gave me a ride home, but he can't stay. We're just going up to my room for a second, and then he's got to get home." The entire exchange had sort of made Michael think of the cheerleading squad, especially how fast Kyle's mother had talked - the way her words gushed out so quickly almost made it difficult to understand what she was saying. It seemed as if it had all come out without her even pausing to breathe. Michael followed Kyle through the house and upstairs to his room. When they entered Kyle's room, Michael though that perhaps the family was preparing to move, it seemed as though Kyle had the majority of his things packed up to prepare for such an event. Kyle explained that he was preparing to move his bedroom upstairs and that's why things were in such disarray. "In fact, that's sort of what I wanted to talk to you about," Kyle finally said to Michael as they sat down on his bed. "You see, I met someone that I think is really special, and I think I want to go all the way... It's just that with my bedroom up here so close to my parents, I don't want them to hear us, so I talked them into letting me move upstairs to a room we converted out of about half the attic into a bedroom. That way I'll have more privacy." Michael looked at Kyle almost in dismay. He was very surprised that he would be Kyle's choice to bring this subject up with. "Um, Kyle..." Michael started, "I'm not sure I'm really the one you want to talk to about this. In case you somehow didn't hear about it, Bobby is my boyfriend." "I know that," Kyle told him. "That's why you're the perfect person to talk to. This 'special person' I found is still in junior high, so the age difference between us is almost exactly the same." "Yeah," Michael answered, getting a little frustrated that Kyle just didn't seem to be getting it. "What I'm getting at though is that I'm GAY. G-A-Y... Gay! Get it?" Kyle was getting frustrated by the way the conversation was going as well. He thought Michael would have picked up on the fact that he was talking about another boy himself by this point. Kyle just hadn't ever called himself 'gay' before. Something about it bothered him. He wasn't really sure if it was the term itself, the fact that it was a label, or just that it wasn't really considered 'normal.' He certainly couldn't find it in himself to be as open about his sexual preferences as Michael and his friends were. "That's what I've been trying to get across to you, dude! My special person is another GUY. Get it now? That's why I wanted to talk to you. Next year at school I'm going to be the varsity quarterback, and a junior who's going out with a freshman, and a freshman that's a GUY. Do you get it now?" "You mean you're gay?" Michael was stunned by the revelation. "I guess I am. I'm a guy, I like - no, I love a guy. So I guess that makes me gay, doesn't it?" Kyle finally said the words. "I just don't think I can be open about it like you are though." "Well, I was kind of forced into that. It wasn't my choice to let everyone know, someone else did that for me. I'm really happy it happened though. My parents accept me for who I am, it didn't make a difference to most of my friends, and the ones that it did - well I suppose those people weren't my real friends anyway. I'm not suggesting that you come out and tell everyone you're gay if you don't want to. I don't know your parents or how they would react, but you've seen how almost everyone at school has accepted me for who I am." They continued to talk for another ten or fifteen minutes, discussing the pros and cons of Kyle coming out, whether or not he should tell his parents, his friends, or anyone at all. When they were done and Michael was getting ready to leave, Kyle pulled him into a tight hug and thanked him for being there to talk to him. Kyle had figured out what he wanted to do - now he just had to find the courage somewhere inside himself to follow through. * * * Comments and feedback are welcomed at t_macd@comcast.net (I will answer all e-mails sent to me, but please realize that my job requires me to travel a great deal, so it might take a while sometimes), flamers will be ignored by me, but will meet with an untimely and horrible demise as the result of the curse of the old gypsy woman who lives across the lake from me, and has inexplicably taken a liking to me. Anger her at your own risk. If you would like to be notified by e-mail when new chapters of my stories are posted, let me know, and I will add you to my notification list.