Date: Fri, 15 Oct 2010 11:07:32 -0700
From: Hermes <hermesauthor@gmail.com>
Subject: Better

This short story isn't going to be a happy one, not completely.
Unfortunately, events in our society cannot always go as one might hope.
However, we must all do what we can to make things go as best we can.
Comments, as usual can be directed to me via email at:
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author.  This story involves sexual contact between two minor males.  It
also contains some violence.  If this is not to your liking, or if for some
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in any jurisdiction.  What follows is FICTION.  Any resemblance to any
person living or dead is purely coincidental.

"Better"
by Hermes

I woke up in a cold sweat.  This has been happening to me almost nightly
for the past few months.  Ever since I met 'HIM'.  My name is Mark.  I'm
14.  I've been having recurring dreams these last few night and they're
really disturbing me. See, a couple months ago, a new family moved in down
the street from us.  They seemed nice enough, but it wasn't the adults that
cause me 'issues'.  It's their son.

See, Tony, that's his name, is my age.  Normally I'd be really excited
about another kid my age moving in.  Our neighborhood didn't have any kids
anywhere close to my age and I really get tired of hanging out with kids
that are 4 or 5 years younger than I am.  We really don't have that much in
common.

Well, Tony and I did get to be friends.  He was one of those kids that you
couldn't help but like.  He was always upbeat, never had a bad thing to say
about anyone or anything.  I, on the other hand, used to be thought of as a
dark cloud.  That was, until shortly after Tony and I got to be friends.
Just being around him changed my outlook on life.  I found myself being
drawn to him.  Had I realized it at the beginning I would have turned tail
and ran for the hills.  I guess I should, at this point, go back and tell
you what happened.  See, I fell in love with him.  I didn't know how or why
or when, but I did.

From the time he moved in we spent nearly every waking moment together,
and, on weekends, it wasn't uncommon for the two of us to spend the night
at one or the others house.  Well, two 14 year old boys have certain
'needs' and it wasn't long before Tony and I were talking about that.

It started innocently enough.  I was spending the night at his place, and,
about 4 in the morning, I woke up and my dick was harder than I can ever
remember it.  I slowly and quietly got out of bed and went to the bathroom
to 'take care' of it.  I guess, in my haste, I neglected to lock the door
because right when I was just about to the glory stroke the door opened and
in walked Tony.  There was no way I could stop.  But, to be honest, it was
kind of exciting to have him watch me finish.

Once I was done I was scared.  But, Tony was his usual self.  He said,
"Yo. Dude. Don't worry about it.  I do it all the time too!" Once he'd said
that, he made sure the door was locked and stripped.  Then he proceeded to
jack off right in front of me.  I couldn't keep my eyes off and, yep, you
guessed it, I got hard again.  He was going to town when he noticed I was
primed again.  He told me to join him, so I did.  There we were at about
4:15 in the morning, in his bathroom with our undies on the floor and our
hands a blur on our equipment.  We both finished and went back to bed.

The next day, Tony came to me and said, "Mark. Can I ask you a question?"

I laughed.  "Dude, you just did... but go ahead."

"Um," he was uncharacteristically tongue tied, "do you feel okay with what
we did last night?"

I thought 'Here it comes, he hates me' but responded, "I guess, are you?"

"No."  He said.

Man, I thought my life was over.  I got a worried look on my face and said,
"What do you mean, No?  You were the one who actually suggested we do it
together."

He looked at me and I noticed a tear starting to make it's way down his
cheek.  He said to me, "I'm not okay with it because it didn't go where I
wanted it to go.  I wanted us to get closer.  All that happened last night
was two kids jerking together.  I have been having these feelings about you
that I can't shake."  He started crying before he continued, "Mark, I think
I love you."

I don't know what possessed me to do and say what I did next.  "Tony, I
know what you mean.  I think I love you too."  Then I stood, walked over to
him and kissed him.  His tears stopped and he hugged me tight and went
along with the kiss.  That kiss was powerful.  I nearly lost my load in my
shorts just with him kissing me.

This went on for a few weeks.  Finally, one day, we were talking in my room
when he asked, "Mark, do you think we're gay?"  I didn't know what to
think.  Our 'lovemaking' had been progressively getting more intense.  We
went from jacking together, to jacking each other, to oral sex, but nothing
else.  Well, we kissed.  We kissed a lot.  It was just that we felt so
right together, like we could take on the world.  How I wish I knew how
true that statement really was.  We would have to take on the world.

I looked at him and said, "So what if we are?  Does it matter to you?"

"No."

"Do you think it would matter to our parents?"

"No."

"Then fuck it.  We're gay, whoopee!"

Tony smiled, a smile that could brighten the darkest day.  He then looked
at me and said, "I want to tell someone.  I don't care who, but I want to
share this, I want to scream it out loud on the rooftops."

I laughed and said, "Whoa Nelly.  Why don't we start in a little more
controlled environment, let's go tell my folks."

"Okay."  He replied, then took me by the hand and we walked down to the
living room where we were surprised that not only were my parents there,
but his were as well.  That made it really easy.  I guess they noticed that
we were walking in hand-in-hand.

I said, "Mom, Dad, Mr. & Mrs. James.  We have something to tell you."  They
looked at us with what I now know was a knowing grin.  Tony continued,
"We're gay and we love each other."  There, it was out, now we see if we
were right about our parents.

Mine looked at each other then at Tony's.  I think they had actually
discussed this because my Dad spoke for all of them.  "Well, I can't say
this is a surprise.  It is actually funny because this is why Tony's
parents are here. We were actually discussing this very topic when you two
came down and confirmed our suspicions.  First off, let me say that none of
us have a problem with you guys being in love.  We're actually happy you
two found each other.  The question is, what do you guys want to do about
it?  You are 14, nearly 15, and you both have a level head on your
shoulders, so, we feel you can decide where you want to take this.  If you
need any advice, we're here, any or all of us.  We support you, we love
you."

I almost fell over with emotion.  That went WAY too well.  We both hugged
our parents.  All 4 became both Mom and Dad to both of us. We sat on the
loveseat and we started to discuss what we might do next.  Tony wanted to
come out to the world.  His Dad cautioned that not everyone was as open or
accepting as they were.  He was concerned because he'd been reading about
other kids that had been bullied at school and wound up killing themselves.
I told him he didn't have to worry about us doing that.  We were both aware
of it, we'd been reading the stories on the internet news about them.  But
all of them had one thing in common.  They were alone.  We had each other.

Well, we didn't decide to come out publicly then.  But we also decided not
to hide it.  If someone actually asked we'd tell them.  So we went to
school the next day and acted like we had all along.  Things went this way
for weeks.  Tony and I spend every single night together, alternating
between his house and mine.  For all intents and purposes we were a couple.

One day, we were walking outside during lunch when we came across a group
of kids in a circle.  Well, that usually means a fight is happening.  We
approached and what we saw got me really pissed.  There were 3 big guys
pushing around a littler dude.  They were yelling, "You wanna suck my dick,
faggot?" and "You know, fags don't deserve to live." and "What does it feel
like taking a dick up your ass?"  I wasn't proud of what I did next.  I
took Tony's hand and pulled him away.  I was afraid we'd be next,
especially since we were together and if anyone was beating up on him I'd
lose it.

We stood on the sidelines and watched that poor kid (who was really cute,
by the way) being bullied.  Finally, I'd had enough.  Tony and I went to
the office and asked to speak to the Guidance Counselor.  We were taken
into his office and he asked, "What can I do for you?"

I spoke.  "Well, for the past few days, we've been seeing a group of guys
bullying another boy in the quad and we thought you might want to do
something about it."  "Well, did you hear what it was about?"  He asked.

Tony spoke.  "Yeah, they are messing with him cuz they think he's gay.
They keep asking him what it's like to..."

The counselor cut him off, "You don't need to say what, specifically.
Thanks for your report, we'll take it under advisement.  You should go back
to class."  With that he handed us passes in case we were late getting to
class, stood, opened his door and we left.  We'd done what we could.

Every day for the next week, we saw that same kid being bullied by those
same guys.  We even went back and talked to the counselor.  He tried to
tell is we'd misunderstood what was happening.  I got angry and said, "How
could we misunderstand?  If you don't believe us, it's going on RIGHT NOW!
Go check it out for yourself!"  instead he got on me because I was yelling
at him.

Two days later the kid wasn't in school.  We checked for him every day for
a week, but he wasn't there.  One night, Tony was on the internet reading
the news and he cried out, "OH NO!"

I ran to him and saw the picture of that kid on the screen under the
headline, "14 YEAR OLD COMMITS SUICIDE OVER BULLYING DUE TO HIS SEXUAL
ORIENTATION" We'd failed.  We should have at least gotten to him and let
him know he wasn't alone.  We went to our parents and told them about what
we had seen and what we did about it.  My dad is a lawyer.  He asked me for
the boy's name and he found his parent's phone number.  He called.

I know he wound up taking the case for free.  He went to the school and was
told that neither Tony nor myself EVER talked to the Guidance Counselor.
Not for any reason.  I told my dad that was bullshit.  Then I remembered.
That day we'd first talked to him he gave us passes to get in class if we
were late, but we'd gotten there in time.  I still had the pass.  I showed
it to my dad and his smile grew.

A few months later Tony and I were watching TV when we saw my Dad's face on
the news.  We listened as he said, "Today we are sending a message, loud
and clear, to people in authority.  Take bullying seriously.  We have filed
a wrongful death suit against the school district, the administration of
the school, the boys involved in bullying my client's child to the point
where he decided life wasn't worth living, and the parents of each of those
boys.  This is a problem that has reach epidemic proportions.  We cannot
turn a deaf ear to this.  We need to instill in our children that tolerance
of others that are different is not only the right thing to do, it's the
ONLY thing to do."

Well, Dad won the case.  An assembly was held at our school and from what I
heard every school in the state.  Oh, and Tony and I came out at school
too.  Nobody treats us any different.  Well, except for a few jerks.

Tony and I wanted to tell all of you that you're not alone even though it
seems like it.  Find SOMEONE to talk to.  If you can't do it in person,
there are places you can go on the internet.  Here's one.
http://www.thetrevorproject.org/ Please talk to someone before you make
that ultimate choice.  Also, realize, over time, thing can and will get
better in your life.  If you don't believe me, there are literally hundreds
of others that will tell you the same.  Check it out for yourself!
http://www.youtube.com/user/itgetsbetterproject

The End