Date: Tue, 20 Dec 2005 20:32:49 -0800 (PST)
From: Joseph Smith <gaymormonwriter@yahoo.com>
Subject: Behind The Silver Screen Chapter Six    high school

Behind The Silver Screen
Chapter Six

(Author's notes: The usual legal stuff here. Copyright, etc. Emails welcome.)

The birds singing outside Mike's bedroom window brought me around from
sleep. My head was still on his chest. My hand cupped his soft cock and
balls. His breathing was even and smooth. His heartbeat was solid. BE
STRONG HEART, I told it in my mind. NEVER STOP BEATING. NEVER STOP LOVING
ME.  NEVER ABANDON HIM AND LEAVE HIM LIFELESS.

Mike's fingers started to stroke my arm, his lips kissed the top of my
head.

"You're awake?" I asked.

"Yeah."

"I didn't mean to wake you."

"I know, but I felt something wet on my chest."

I reached up and wiped tears from my eyes. I hadn't realized that I there
were any.

"I'm sorry."

"You've been crying again?"

"I didn't think I was."

"What were you thinking about?"

"How wonderful it is being here with you. But I was also thinking about
when you will be gone."

Mike brought his hand up and brushed my hair wistfully, kissing me softly
again on my head.

"I have two months with you, Michael. I don't want to spend them crying. I
know there will be difficult moments, but we have years of togetherness to
cram into the next eight weeks or so."

"I know you're right," I said resigned.

"Will you write me?" he asked, his voice sounding hopeful.

"Yes," I said with much enthusiasm. "Will you write back?"

"Yes, of course. I will always need to know how you are doing. It will keep
me going knowing all I can about you and that I can write back to you."

I turned my head to face him. "Do you have any idea how much I am going to
miss you?"

Looking deep into my eyes he said, "Yes, about as much as I am going to
miss you." I could see he meant it.

"You promise?"

"Yeah, I promise."

My hand was still on his cock and I felt it stirring. My fingers moved to
encircle it and I gently began to stroke it.

"We don't have much time before we have to get ready for work," Mike said,
"But that does feel good."

"Okay, I can be quick about this then," I said moving my head down towards
his dick and I started sucking on it.

"Nice, but swing around so I can do you too," he said.

I did. We made love to each other with our hands, lips and tongues. After
we finished each other off, we took our shower together. We found the
shower romantic and intimate as we washed each other with our hands and
kissed each other as the spray cascaded over our heads. I was trying so
desperately to memorize everything about him. There wasn't a part of him
that I didn't clean or kiss.

On the bus to work we held hands and talked about what we would do for
those last weeks together. Barely getting to work on time, we practically
hung over each other. We constantly reprimanded ourselves for it since we
didn't want others to know. I found out later that we did a terrible job of
hiding it. Every chance we got to be alone we were kissing and groping. The
locker room was our safe haven. The world didn't exist there and no one
else mattered.

When Mike had the idea to go behind the silver screen and make out while
the movie was playing. We found it exciting and daring. We could peek
through the holes of the screen and see patrons watching the movie totally
oblivious to us. I loved being there and watching the different colors of
projection light sear through the screen, across his body especially if I
had my hand on his cock. The look of pleasure and excitement on his face
burned into my memory.

As school wound down towards graduation, I was suffering from mixed
emotions. Ben kept after me, asking what was going on with me. I had
drifted away from him when Mike came into my life. I told him everything
was great, even between him and me. He and I hung out together when I
worked at Northtown, but I tried my best to work downtown as much as
possible. Jay had become lost in my mind; I pushed his memory back into the
lost recesses where those you still cared about resided, but kept at a very
safe distance to avoid the pain.

Mike and I had several weekends together at either his house or mine. It
was great that our parents visited relatives out of town so often.

One night, Ben suggested we go to the drive-in and see a double feature of
two older John Wayne movies. The Northtown had played "True Grit" the
summer before and I had become a huge John Wayne fan. I asked Ben if I
could bring Mike, and he said finally he would meet the guy I always talked
about. I was relegated to the back seat of Ben's '65 Ford Mustang. Mike and
Ben hit it off, especially when Ben told Mike all the stories he knew about
me. I watched "Sons of Katie Elder" and "El Dorado" while they conversed. I
felt left out of their conversation. I wanted so badly to make out with
Mike. When Ben went to the rest room and snack bar, I told Mike what kind
of horny state I was in. I was relieved when he told me he was too.

Since Ben had a car and a driver's license, we three would go out together
sometimes. We hit every drive-in theater in the county.

Two weeks before graduation, Ben and I were in the Northtown locker room
changing into our street clothes. We were to pick up Mike downtown, but Ben
decided to hit me with his little bombshell.

"I know, Mike," he said.

I turned around to face him. "What are you talking about?"

"I think I have figured it out."

"What, Ben?"

"The two Mikes."

Oh great. I didn't need this now. I don't think Ben hates gays, but I
wasn't in the mood to find out for sure.

"What about Mike and me?"

"You know what I'm talking about."

"No, Ben. I don't."  Determined not to give anything away.

"Don't get me wrong, Mike, I like him. He's seems to be a great guy."

"And?"

"Well," he said. I could tell he suddenly felt uncomfortable. I decided
that he had been my friend for so long that I had to tell him the truth. I
felt like I owed him that.

"Ben," I said, "I trust you."

Ben turned to me and said, "Then why didn't you tell me?"

"What is it that you think I should have told you?"

"That you're gay."

I turned around and sat down in the chair. I looked up at Ben.

"Could you have told me if you were?" I asked.

Ben's facial expression changed as he thought about it. When the
realization of the situation hit him, he began to shake his head.

"No, I don't think I could have."

"Do you hate me now?" I asked.

"No, I don't. You're my friend, that won't change."

"I'm glad," I said as I put my clothes on.

"You and Mike?" he asked.

I moved towards him and looked him in the eyes.

"I love him and he loves me."

"I figured that out."

"Is that how you figured out I was gay?"

"No. Jay told me."

"What?" I said slightly peeved.

"Whoa. Don't be mad at him. I asked him. Give Jay some credit. He gave it
up reluctantly."

"How?"

"I pressed him to find out why the two of you had your falling out. I had
suspected just as much. When Jay confirmed it and told me he couldn't
handle having a gay friend I gave him hell for it, but he just shrugged it
off and walked away from me but not before he made me promise not to tell
anyone else."

That was some comfort and relief, I guess. "So you are okay with Mike and
me?"

"Yeah. I wouldn't have guessed Mike was gay," he said.

"He isn't."

"Huh? How can that be?"

"It's kind of complicated. But I would feel more comfortable if he was part
of this conversation."

"I understand," Ben said. "I feel like he's a friend too, you know."

"That's cool."

That night after we picked up Mike, Ben explained to him how he found out
and asked him not to be mad at me. Mike understood and insisted on sitting
with me in the back seat at the drive-in at Miller's Grove.

Ben politely excused himself and said he would watch the movie from the
snack bar patio. Mike and I discussed Ben knowing and figured it wasn't
going to hurt anything.

We made out a little and then I think we both felt kind of guilty that Ben
was sitting alone. We found him and sat down at the table with him. Feeling
content that we could not be overheard, we explained everything to Ben. Ben
was very supportive and happy to be included in the secrecy. Mike and I
both understood Ben's confusion over Mike's not being gay, but he accepted
it.

Ben and I graduated on the first Saturday in June. Mike was there. Ben and
I were present when Mike graduated the next day. We went out together to
celebrate. We had a big dinner and a night of cruising the town. Since none
of us liked alcohol, there was no drinking, just three guys enjoying that
moment in time. Always in my mind, though, was the awareness that Mike
would soon be leaving me.

Mike had given his two-week notice. Approaching his last day at the theater
I felt anxious. The last two months had gone by quickly. Mike and I had
fallen more in love each day. I had to remind him that he was straight and
he always restated that he was just queer for me. I just laughed at the
absurdity of it.

For the weekend before Mike was to leave for boot camp, I had requested off
the three days of time off from both theaters. Mike and I planned on
spending the time in a motel room, and Ben volunteered to chauffeur us to
one in Middletown off I-75.

In that room, I felt like I was on my honeymoon with the man I loved. We
spent the entire time making love, eating some and making more love. We
talked, we cried, we laughed, we cried again.  Sunday, when we awoke in the
morning we just held each other, never wanting to let go. We cried some
more in each other's arms.

"I'm scared."

"I know," he said, "Me, too."

I buried my face into his chest and cried, "Don't get hurt, please, don't
get hurt."

"I won't. I promise." He rubbed my head with his soft touch.

"You make a lot of promises, you know?"

"Yeah. Well I intend on keeping those I make to you."

"I'm going to miss you so much."

"Me, too." He said with a quiver in his voice.

I had an idea and I had to try it, I really had to.

"Mike, you still have a chance not to go. You and I could take the bus to
Canada and stay there until this crap is over with."

Mike just smiled at me and shook his head. "I don't want to run,
Michael. That isn't me."

I understood and I was proud of him. But being understanding and proud
didn't help my situation. I guess I was just being selfish.

Finally, we showered and got ready to leave. This would be our last moment
together before he left the next day. Ben would be there to pick us up in
an hour. I put my arms around him and held on to him for all I was
worth. He did the same with me. No words were spoken. We had said
everything. Our bodily expressions were all that was needed. When we heard
Ben signal with his car horn, we kissed, the lover's kiss, the lover's kiss
goodbye.

Mike and I climbed into the back seat and Ben drove off. Mike put his arm
around me and held me. My hands were clutched in his left hand. My eyes
watered, I couldn't help it. I felt his tears dropping on my face. This was
the hardest moment we would ever share together, the moment when we felt
our own personal sorrow that our time was over. I didn't think about the
time when he would come home; I only thought, deep in my mind and heart,
that I would never see or feel him again, that this was it.

Ben knew that Mike had to be home by six so his family could have their
going away dinner with him. He took the long way back to the house. When he
pulled in front of Mike's house, I didn't want to let go. It was only when
Ben called out to me that I released Mike. Mike got out and retrieved his
duffle bag. He shook Ben's hand and thanked him. Ben wished him luck and
God speed. Mike brought his face to my window.

"Goodbye, Michael. I love you with all my heart. Thank you for loving me,"
he whispered in my ear.

"I won't stop, you know."

"I'm counting on that. I'm coming back for you, I promise."

"Please." I said. With a sense of urgency mixed with fear, I reached for
his hand and squeezed it. His lips brush past my cheek, and then he turned
and went up the steps into his house.

I don't remember Ben driving me home or even taking me inside up to my
room. Ben was there all night. Because he was a true best friend, I told
him my fears. He held me telling me that Mike would be fine. That night as
Ben held me, I hung on to his words: "Mike, his love for you will keep him
strong and safe. You'll see."


The End of Chapter Six.