Date: Thu, 24 Jan 2008 13:28:13 -0500
From: ronyx <ronyx@woh.rr.com>
Subject: Brittle as a Bird  Chapter 8

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Brittle as a Bird       Chapter 8



Allen slept against my shoulder for about an hour before he awoke. He sat
up and looked over at me. I could tell he seemed a little disoriented and
he was trying to figure out what I was doing in his apartment.

"You feel alright?" He nodded and then got up and went into the restroom. A
minute later I heard the shower running. I watched a movie on the
television until I heard a loud thud.

"Damn!" Allen shouted. I jumped up from the sofa and rushed to the
restroom. The door was unlocked, so I opened it. Allen was lying naked in
the tub. It appeared he had fallen and hurt himself.

"Are you okay?" I knelt down and peered into the tub, examining his body
for any injuries.

"I don't know," he responded nervously. "Help me up." He held out his hand,
and I helped him out of the tub. He stood unashamedly in front of me while
I examined his body.

"Nothing seems broken," I announced. He winced when I put my hand on a red
spot on his back. It looked like the beginnings of a large bruise. "Does
that hurt?"

"Yeah," he winced again.

"Let's get you dry and then to bed." I grabbed a nearby towel and started
wiping his body off.

"I can do that myself," he sounded irritated, but he didn't stop me. He
almost purred when I started drying his wet hair.

"That feels good." His eyes met mine. They were wet with tears. "It's been
a long time since someone has wanted to touch me."

I had to choke back tears as I continued to wipe his body dry. When I
reached his midsection, I wasn't sure what to do. It didn't bother me to
dry his cock and pubic hairs. I had been with so many men over the years,
it was just another one to me. However, I wasn't sure how he'd feel.

I ran the towel over his ass, and then carefully brought it around to the
front. He didn't say anything as I ran the towel over his cock and then his
pubic hairs. When he started to stiffen, I stopped and ran the towel down
his legs. When I stood back up, his cock was erect. It jutted out about six
inches from his body. Unlike his body, it was thick and fat.

"That isn't broken," I laughed as I looked down at his erection. He grabbed
the towel from my hands and wrapped it around his body.

"What do you expect," he said embarrassedly. "Let me rub my hands over your
body and see if you don't get a hard-on."

"Maybe later," I laughed. "Right now we'd better get you to bed."

I followed him over to his bed, letting my eyes wander over his naked
body. He had the green towel still wrapped tightly around him, and I could
make out the outlines of his thin ass.

Allen would be a very good looking guy if he had some weight on him. I'm
sure that a few years ago he was what some people would describe as
drop-dead gorgeous. His brother Gene was extremely attractive, but I would
bet that Allen, when he was our age, probably had any guy- or girl, he
wanted.

Even though his hair was cut close, you could still tell that it was
blond. And his eyes- those blue eyes. Even though they were now sunken
inside a fragile face, you could still see the intensity they possessed. I
had met only a few people whose eyes spoke to you. Allen was one of those
people. He didn't have to say a word for someone to know how he was
feeling. His blue eyes said it all.

"Uh, Joey." I looked up and saw Allen grinning. "Like what you see?" My
face burned with embarrassment after realizing that my gaze had been
transfixed on his ass.

"It's alright," I kidded. "I've seen better."

"I'm sure you have," he said playfully.

As if to tease me further, he dropped the towel and unabashedly walked over
to the dresser and removed a clean pair of boxers. He looked over and
seductively put them on, slowly edging them upward until they covered his
nakedness. He then walked over to the sofa and sat down.

"I thought you were tired?" I walked over and sat down beside him.

"I am, but I don't feel like sleeping," he replied. "I do too much of that
now."

I looked over at him and our eyes met. I tried to read what he was feeling,
but this time his eyes didn't give him away.

"Are you going back to school tomorrow?"

"I don't have much of a choice," I laughed. "If I don't, Star will drag me
there."

"I guess you know her pretty well," he responded. There was a moment of
silence. "Why did you quit? Star says you're really smart."

"Too much shit," I said.

"That didn't answer my question." He looked over and stared at me. I knew
he wanted me to give him a better reason.

I let out a sigh. "You have a year?"

"How about the condensed version?"

I then spent the next twenty minutes telling him my life's
history. Normally, I would never have told someone I hardly knew the
details of my life, but I felt comfortable telling Allen. I told him things
that I'd never said to anyone else, not even Ticker.

Tears appeared when I told him about my relationship with Uncle Mike. I'd
never told anyone that I had loved him. He made me feel special, and I
loved him for that. Even though I knew what we had done was wrong, I still
loved the close contact I had with him. Talking to Allen, I realized for
the first time in five years, that was something I really missed- and
needed.

One thing I kept back was my hustling for money. For some reason, the
thought of telling him something like that would make me look cheap. I
wanted Allen to like me, and I wasn't sure he would if he found out I
sucked cock for money.

We sat in awkward silence for several minutes after I finished. I was glad,
because I had become emotional talking about my past. I was on the verge of
breaking down, and I needed the silence to restore myself. I got up and
went into the bathroom. I took a wash cloth and wiped my face off. I didn't
realize that I had cried so much. Not a sobbing cry, but one of those where
tears flow down your face and you don't even realize they are there.

When I returned, Allen was coming from the kitchen with two beers. He
handed me one and then sat down beside me, this time our bodies were
slightly touching.

I looked over and met his eyes. "Now you." His head dropped and he sat
motionless for several minutes. Finally, he lifted his beer to his mouth
and took a drink.

"You know I'm sick?" He looked over with a sad expression on his face. I
nodded my head without speaking. Again, he sat quietly for a couple more
minutes.

"I wasn't always like this," he finally said. "When I was your age, I
thought I had the world by the balls. I had it all- friends, money, good
looks and a lot of sex. I didn't think there was anything I couldn't do.

I partied a lot." He looked over and grimaced. "I mean a lot. Alcohol,
weed, cocaine, sex, more sex," He stopped and laughed. "And then there was
always more sex. Anything you wanted. I fucked, and was fucked, by anyone
and everyone. It really didn't matter, as long as the sex was good."

He got quiet, and didn't say anything for several minutes. I figured he had
told me all he was going to. "Then one day I got a cold, and it wouldn't go
away. I ran a fever for about a month. I just thought it was one of those
nagging head colds you get. You know the ones, they last forever. And this
one did.

"My mother finally convinced me to go to the doctor. March 11. I'll never
forget the date. March 11. He had run some blood tests on me earlier in the
week, and he'd called me back to go over the results.

"You are HIV positive, he said." I looked over and saw tears flowing down
his face like they flowed down my face earlier. He wasn't sobbing. The
tears just fell quietly.

"I was twenty." He buried his head in his hands and cried softly. I put my
hand on his back and rubbed him gently.

He looked up and said sadly, "I was twenty, Joey. Twenty and my life was
already over." I pulled him into my chest as he continued to cry. After
about five minutes, he stopped crying and sat back up.

"I lost everything. No one wanted to associate with me anymore. They
treated me like I was some kind of leper."

He looked over and stared at me. "You know what hurt the most?" I shook my
head. "My family turned against me. My stepfather didn't want me around. He
thought I was going to infect my little brother."

"Gene?"

"Yeah, you know him?"

I nodded my head. "It's a long story. We'll talk about it later."

"Fine with me," he said angrily. "Hateful piece of shit."

"What about your mother?"

"She's cool," he stated. "She comes to see me occasionally. She pays for
this place. My stepfather has no idea. He'd probably divorce her if he
found out."

"Star told me you have AIDS." I knew the difference between being HIV
positive and AIDS.

"Not yet," he replied.

"You seem to be pretty sick, though." I let my eyes wander down his thin
body.

"It comes and goes," he replied. "The doctor says I'm brittle as a bird."

"I guess we all are in some way," I said thoughtfully.

We sat for a few minutes without saying anything. I was trying to wrap my
head around what he had just told me. It was hard to imagine the guy
sitting next to me, resting his arm against mine, could die from such a
disease.

"Why don't you take your medication?" I remembered Star telling me he
refused to take his pills.

"What's the use?" He said sadly. "It's going to kill me someday, anyway."

I wanted to jump up and start screaming at the top of my lungs. "You dumb
shit! AIDS doesn't have to be fatal! They haven't cured it, but they have
medication where you can live with it, like diabetes."

I wanted to jump up and start screaming at the top of my lungs. "You dumb
shit! AIDS doesn't have to be fatal! They haven't found a cure, but people
are living longer with the advancement of new medications."

But I didn't. I needed to inform myself of the disease first. I was sure
Allen could find reason to counter any argument I made. I looked over at
him. I didn't want him to die. I'd just met him and I didn't want to lose
the friendship before it even had a chance to develop.

"You're going to do it, aren't you?" I looked over and gave him a puzzled
look.

"Do what?"

"Try to save my life like Star has been trying to do for the past three
years."

I looked over and tears welled up in my eyes. "If I have to, yes."

"Well, don't." He didn't say it angrily. It was as if he had made up his
own mind, and anything anyone said wasn't going to change it.

"I'm tired." He got up and walked over to the bed and crawled into it. I
turned off the light and lay back on the couch. A few minutes later I heard
him snoring lightly. I lay awake the rest of the night. His story had
affected me greatly. If there was a way, I was going to try and keep Allen
alive.

When I awoke in the morning, Allen was still sound asleep in his bed. I got
up and stretched. My back was killing me. The springs to the sofa were
worn, and my body had sunk into an unusual position. Sleeping on a blanket
at the lake was more comfortable.

I went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. I had to wait several
minutes until the hot water made its way to the tap. The hot water heater
must have been located in the basement of the building.

When the hot water emerged, I removed my clothes and took a long shower. It
had been several weeks since I had cleaned myself other than swimming in
Sullivan Lake. I had forgotten how relaxing hot water falling over my body
had felt.

Afraid that I would use all the hot water before Allen had a chance to take
a shower, I turned the water off and stepped out of the shower. As I was
drying off, Allen opened the door and peered in. His eyes immediately
wandered down my naked body before I had a chance to wrap the towel around
me.

His face reddened as he stared at me. "Like what you see?" I laughed,
remembering what he'd said the night before.

"Yes," he stammered. "Actually quite nice." Now it was my turn to
blush. Being naked in front of someone didn't bother me. In fact, I was
proud of my body. I'm not athletic, but all the walking and swimming I do
keep me fit. I am also blessed with a rather large cock. I'm not huge, but
I'm larger than most guys I know. I measured it once when I was
fourteen. It was over seven inches then, so I'm guessing it is probably
about an inch larger now.

Usually when I have sex with someone, I try to please them. The few times
I've let guys do me, they were genuinely pleased when I would unzip my
pants and snake my cock out.

"What do you want for breakfast?" Allen asked as he continued to look at my
body.

"What are my options?" I was trying to wrap the towel tighter around my
body.

"Toast or muffin?" I looked in his face and he appeared to be happy, not
the sullen figure from the night before. I guess when he said his health
comes and goes, today might be a good day.

"Muffin," I responded. "You make any coffee?" I loved drinking coffee in
the morning. It always seemed to perk me up.

"Damn." He smiled. "What am I now, your bitch?"

"You wish." I replied playfully. As to taunt him, I grabbed my cock and
pressed on it through the towel. His eyes widened when I did this.

"Being your bitch may not be too bad." He closed the door and I dried
myself off. I thought about the exchange we'd had. The way he looked at me,
it was obvious he was interested in me. I knew I liked Allen. I had since
the first time I saw him on the bridge. It was as if there was some kind of
force pulling us together.

However, I didn't know if I was sexually attracted to him. I guess, since
Uncle Mike, I had refused to let myself be drawn emotionally to someone. I
felt that Allen may be breaking down those barriers. Then there was also
something else- he was HIV positive.

It's rather unusual, but after all the anonymous men I'd had sex with over
the years, I never thought about being infected with a sexually transmitted
disease. I guess it's like the girl who thinks that if her boyfriend pulls
out before he cums, then she won't get pregnant. I just felt that as long
as I didn't let a guy fuck me, I was safe.

I started to put on my old clothes, but they smelled too bad. Star said she
was bringing me some of her brother's clothes, so I didn't see any sense in
getting dressed. I walked out of the bathroom with the brown towel still
wrapped around me.

Allen was sitting at the table sipping a cup of coffee. "Do you always come
to the table naked?" He once again ran his eyes over my body.

"I'm not naked," I teased. "But if you'd like me to be." He began to blush
as he looked at his cup of coffee. I stood up and started to unwrap the
towel from around me.

Allen suddenly jumped up from the table. "Stop teasing me!" He shouted
angrily. Even though his words were harsh, his eyes displayed a look of
hurt. He went in the bathroom and slammed the door. A few minutes later, I
could hear the shower running.

I felt terrible because I had upset him. He had been the one to instigate
the playfulness. I couldn't understand why he suddenly became angry when I
decided to play back. I had no intention of hurting him, but obviously I
had.

I heard a key turn in the door, and then Star came walking in. She smiled
when she saw me sitting at the table.

"You stayed the night," she smiled. "How did things go?"

"Alright," I said sadly.

"Uh, uh." She walked over and poured a cup of coffee, and then she sat down
across from me.

"What happened?"

"I'm not sure," I replied. "Everything was going well, and then he became
upset."

"He does that," said Star. "I'll talk to him later. I'm sure you did
nothing wrong."

"I hope not," I said sadly. "Allen's a pretty nice guy. I'd hate to do
something that would make him mad at me."

Star sat back and studied me. I began to feel uncomfortable.

"What?"

"Nothing," she smiled. "Nothing at all." I hated her doing that. It's like
when someone has a secret and they won't tell you what it is. I wanted to
stick my tongue out at her, but I realized how childish it would be.

Allen came out of the bathroom naked. He was drying his hair, and he didn't
know that Star had come into the apartment. She casually looked over,
unaffected by his nakedness.

She then looked over and caught me wandering my eyes down his body. When I
looked up, she was smiling again.

"What?"

"Nothing," she replied. "Nothing at all." She giggled when I did stick my
tongue out at her.

Allen quickly dressed, and then he returned to the kitchen. I stood and
gave him my seat. He sat down without saying a word.

"We'd better get to school," I said. I wasn't in a hurry to get to school,
but I suddenly felt uncomfortable around Allen. I had experienced mood
swings for years, but it was different seeing someone else do it. I also
didn't know how he felt about me. For some reason, he suddenly seemed to
resent me being in the apartment.

"You can't go naked," giggled Star. I looked down at Allen, expecting him
to say something snide, but he acted as if he didn't even hear her. She
handed me a bag filled with clothing.

"I'm sure you'll find something that will fit you." I went into the
bathroom and opened the bag. The clothes were clean and they appeared they
hadn't been worn before. I became angry when I retrieved a receipt from the
bottom of the bag. It was dated the day before, and it was for $88.72. Star
had gone out and bought me new clothes after she left last night.

"I wish you hadn't done this," I said as I walked out of the bathroom in
new jeans and shirt.

"Do what," she exclaimed innocently. Her face reddened when I held up the
sales receipt.

"Another Star moment," Allen said sarcastically. He was sitting at the
table drinking coffee. I looked over and tried to get some reaction from
him, but he seemed to be ignoring me.

"Come on." Star grabbed my hand and led me to the door. "We're going to be
late if we don't hurry."

"Whoopee!" I shrieked. "I can't wait." Star slapped me on the shoulder as
she went over and kissed Allen on his cheek.

"Bye," I said. He looked up and nodded, and then he turned his head and
took a sip from his coffee cup. Star looked at both of us with a puzzled
look. I know she couldn't figure out what was going on. To be honest,
neither could I.

Since the weather was nice out, we decided to walk the mile and a half to
school. It meant that we might be late, but I didn't care. I really didn't
want to return anyway. I just didn't know how to politely tell Star.

"How bad is it?" I asked after we were about half way to school.

"How bad is what?"

"The gossip."

"Oh."

I knew by the tone of her voice when she said, "Oh," it wouldn't be
good. Since I hadn't really planned to return to school, I had made no plan
on how I would react to the stares and comments. I knew that my ordeal had
been in the news, but my contact with anyone had been nonexistent, except
for a few comments by Star.

Star reached down, grabbed my hand and squeezed it. I knew she was trying
to allay my worries, but it was useless. "I can't do this." I pulled her
hand away and turned to leave.

"Don't Joey," Star pleaded. Tears started to appear in her eyes. "Don't do
this to yourself. You're too smart to just throw your life away. If you
give up now, then they win."

"I don't care anymore," I insisted.

"Yes, you do." She said emphatically. "If you didn't care you would have
left years ago. But you stuck with it. You've got the best grades of anyone
in our class. That to me doesn't sound like a guy who wants to quit and
throw it all away."

"You don't understand." Tears started to appear in my eyes. I knew what she
said was true. Even when I tried to drown myself, my last thoughts were
that I'd never be able to achieve something; even if it was to prove my own
man wrong.

"I don't understand." She reached out and took my hand again. "I doubt I
ever will. But one thing I know is you can't quit. You'll never forgive
yourself if you do."

I went over to the curb and sat down, putting my head in my hands. Star sat
down, pressing her body close to mine.

"I haven't given up on Allen," she cried, "and I'll be damn if I give up on
you."

"What did I ever do to deserve a friend like you?" I pulled her into my
chest and cried softly. I was overwhelmed by the concern she had for me. I
wasn't used to letting people into my life, but somehow Star had been able
to carve out a little section of my heart.

After a few minutes, she pulled away. She looked into my tear-stained face
and smile gently. Then she put her finger to my face and wiped my tears
away. This only made me cry even more. It reminded me of how my mother used
to wipe my tears away when I was a little boy. After a few minutes, we got
up and continued on to school.

I stopped and hesitated before the school. My heart was beating
rapidly. Walking back in would probably be one of the hardest things I'd
ever had to do. It meant I had to face all my problems again. It would have
been easier to just turn and walk away, and I probably would have, if Star
hadn't been at my side.

I reached down and took her hand and squeezed it. After taking a deep
breath, I began the approach back to my life.

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