Date: Tue, 20 May 2014 10:03:10 -0400
From: Ronyx <ronyx@woh.rr.com>
Subject: Birds Don't Sing Before a Storm  Chapter 24

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Birds Don't Sing Before a Storm   Chapter 24


Curtis stood over us and stared down. His eyes were glassy, and it was
obvious he was drunk. "I heard you guys were gay," he mumbled. Suddenly, he
grabbed his mouth and rushed towards the bathroom. Vomit spewed out between
his fingers before he was able to make it to the door.

"Jesus," muttered Shade. "He's a mess." He looked worriedly over at me. "Do
you think he's going to cause any trouble for us?"

I hadn't told Shade about Curtis and Pip in the bathroom. He had no clue
that Curtis also messed around. I replied, "Don't worry about it. I don't
think he'll say anything?"

Shade gave me a puzzled look, "What makes you so sure? He's bullied guys he
thought was gay for years. I should know, I'm one of them."

"He just won't," I reassured him.

We could hear Curtis heaving violently in the bathroom. I rose and told
Shade, "I better go check on him."

"Maybe he'll drown in his own puke," responded Shade angrily.

When I opened the bathroom door, Curtis was passed out on the floor. Vomit
was running down the side of his face. "Shit," I hissed as I knelt down to
see if he was all right.

I pushed gently on his shoulder. "Curtis? Are you okay?" He moved and
mumbled something incoherent.

"Is he all right?" I turned to see Shade standing looking into the room.

I shrugged my shoulders and gently shoved Curtis's shoulder
again. "Curtis. Wake up." He opened his eyes, but they rolled to the back
of his head.

I looked up worriedly at Shade. "He's out cold." I attempted to lift his
shoulder. "Help me get him up."

"Christ," muttered Shade as he knelt to help me. "If it was up to me, I'd
leave his sorry ass here on the floor."

"I can't do that," I replied as I put my arms under his shoulders and
raised him to his feet. He was dead weight, and I almost dropped him back
onto the floor. Shade grabbed his waist, and we were able to get him out
the door.

Shade asked, "Now what?"

I nodded toward my room. "Take him to my room." We managed to pull him over
to my bedroom. We took him over to the bed, and let him fall onto it. I
took his feet and pulled him so he was lying across the bed.

I told Shade, "I'll be back." I then went into the bathroom, wet a hand
towel and took it back to the bedroom. Shade watched as I washed the vomit
off Curtis's face and shirt.

"You want me to do anything?" he asked.

"Take off his shoes," I replied as I pulled his shirt over his head and
tossed it to the floor.

Shade stood up and looked down at Curtis's near naked body. "Damn!" he
muttered as he admired his masculine physique.

I laughed and said jokingly, "He's drunk. You can't rape him now."

Shade's face reddened and he stammered, "I don't want to do that." He
looked down at Curtis's chiseled chest. "But damn, is he built!"

I laughed and replied, "He and Rodney work out all the time." I nodded to
the other side of the room. "Over there." I then grabbed the waistband of
Curtis's sweat pants. "Help me lift him."

We managed to lift him up so that I could slip his sweats and underwear
off. Both were stained with piss. Curtis moved slightly, but he didn't wake
up.

"Jesus," hissed Shade as he looked down at Curtis's cock. "He's hung like a
horse." Even I was amazed at the size. I had seen it briefly when I opened
the door and saw Pip sucking it, but I was too shocked to think about it at
the time.

I went over to my dresser and took out a clean pair of sweat pants. Shade
and I managed to put them on him. Shade stared at Curtis's cock the entire
time.  He asked, "I wonder what it looks like hard?"

I giggled and said, "I can leave the room while you see."

"No!" he replied. "I'm not going to mess with him. It's just that he's so
big."

I pulled the blanket over Curtis, turned to Shade and said jokingly, "Come
on, Mr. Pervert."

"I'm not a pervert," he insisted as we left the room.

We went back out into the family room and sat on the sofa. Shade was
concerned about Curtis. "Does he come home drunk like this a lot?"

"I don't know," I replied. "He came home drunk this past Saturday night."

He asked worriedly, "What are we going to do about him?"

"Don't know," I said. "I guess we let him sleep it off."

"What about us?" he asked. "Where are we going to sleep?"

I gave him a mischievous grin and wiggled my eyebrows. "We can curl up here
together on the sofa."

He looked at the stairs. "What if someone comes down?"

"So," I laughed. "We'll just be sleeping." I got off the sofa, crossed the
room and took a blanket off a chair. It was one that Karen would curl under
while watching television. I handed it to Shade, and then began undressing.

He asked excitedly, "We're getting naked?"

"No," I laughed. "We'll keep our underwear on." I grinned and added, "At
least for a while." He stood and removed his clothing. I lay down on the
sofa, and he lay down beside me. I had to put my arm around him so he
wouldn't fall off.

"This isn't going to work," he said as he pushed himself back into me.

I pressed my cock against his butt, giggled and said, "This works for me."

"The light," he said as he jumped up and ran across the room to turn out a
lamp. There was a noticeable bulge in his underwear. When he lay back down,
I pulled him into my arms, reached down and stroked it.

He awkwardly managed to roll over and face me. "Oh, no you don't," he
said. "I'm still waiting for my turn." He lifted the cover and his head
disappear under it. I moaned when he pulled my cock out of the opening of
my boxers and began sucking me.

"Oh God, Shade," I moaned as I grabbed the sides of his head and thrust my
body upward. It only took about a minute for me to explode. He started
choking and lifted his head from under the cover. Suddenly, he gagged and
spit my white stuff into the blanket.

He whispered softly, "Are you trying to kill me? When was the last time you
came?"

"I don't remember," I replied. "Probably Monday or Tuesday."

He rolled over on his side, and I reached around and pulled him into my
body. "That felt great," I whispered in his ear, and then I kissed him
gently on his neck.

"I haven't had any experience," he replied. "I was afraid I would bite
you."

"You didn't," I said as I kissed him again on his neck. I felt to see if he
was hard. He was. I snuck under the cover and wrapped my lips around him.

Twenty minutes later, Shade was lying with his body pressed against mine. I
had my arm wrapped around him to protect him from falling off the sofa.

"I like this," he cooed softly.

"Me, too," I whispered in his ear.

He took my arm and held it. I was surprised when he asked, "Do you think
we're going too fast?"

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know," he replied. "We've only known each other for a few weeks,
and now we're laying here after having sex."

I kissed him on his neck. "We didn't just have sex. We made love."

He rolled over and faced me. "What?"

"We made love," I said again. I then kissed him. When I pulled away, I said
softly, "I love you, Shade."

"God, Casey," he replied. "I've been waiting to hear you say that." He
kissed me and said, "I love you, too."

We made out for a little while. I suggested that we repeat what we had done
earlier, but Shade said he didn't think he could again so soon. "I need
time to recharge," he giggled.

"Okay," I said as I pulled him into my body and wrapped my arm around
him. "But you better be ready in the morning," I warned.

"I will," he said as he scooted his body closer to me. Minutes later, we
were both asleep.

We were awakened around six-thirty by Rodney. I slowly opened my eyes when
he pushed on my shoulder and whispered my name. "Casey? Are you asleep?"

"I'm not now," I replied.

Shade moved beside me and asked, "What's going on?"

Rodney sat down on the floor and faced us. "Curtis didn't come home last
night? I want you to go with me and look for him. He might be at a friend's
house. Mom will kill him if he stayed out all night."

I gently pushed Shade aside while I sat up. "He's in my bedroom."

Rodney asked surprisingly, "What?"

I pleaded, "You can't tell your mother."

He asked with a puzzled look, "Tell her what?"

Shade mumbled beside me, "He's laying on Casey's bed drunk."

Rodney rose from the floor. "What? Mom will kill him." I got up and
followed him into my room.

"Curtis!" he shouted as he kicked the bed. I quickly closed the door so no
one upstairs could hear. "Get your ass up!"

Curtis's eyes flew open and he sat up in my bed. He looked around trying to
figure out where he was. He asked surprisingly, "What's going on?"

Rodney put his big hand around Curtis's neck and lifted him off the
bed. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" He leaned down into his brother's
panicked face. "When did you start drinking? Coach will kick you off the
team if he finds out." He loosened his grip, and Curtis's limp body fell
back on the bed. "And that won't be anything compared to what Mom will do
if she finds out."

Curtis climbed off the bed and tried to leave. However, Rodney grabbed his
arm. He shouted into his brother's face, "I asked you a question, Mother
Fucker! Why are you drinking?"

Curtis tried to pry Rodney's hand off his arm. "Leave me alone." Rodney
threw Curtis on the bed, and then he raised his hand to hit him.

I grabbed Rodney's arm, "Stop it!" I shouted. "Don't hurt him."

Rodney suddenly turned, "I'm outa here," he hissed as he sneered at
Curtis. "If I stay, I'll kill him." He brushed past Shade, and we could
hear him stomping up the stairs.

It was an awkward few seconds as Curtis looked at Shade and me. He wanted
to leave. However, if he did, he was afraid he would run into Rodney
again. I asked, "Are you all right, Curtis?"

He responded, "Yeah, sure, why wouldn't I be?" He looked down at my clothes
he was wearing. He tugged at my sweat pants and asked, "Where's my things?"

"They're in the dryer," I responded.

"What are they doing there?"

I said, "You threw up on them. I washed them last night."

"Thanks," he replied as he walked to the door. He waited until Shade
stepped aside before leaving.

As soon as we heard him heading upstairs, Shade asked, "What is wrong with
him?"

I motioned for him to go out into the family room. "I'll tell you out
there."

After sitting on the sofa, I explained to him what was happening. I knew I
was violating the promise I had made to Pip, but I could trust Shade not to
tell anyone. Besides, after dealing with Curtis, he deserved an
explanation.

"So he's gay?" he asked with surprise after I finished. He stood and paced
around the room. He looked down and said angrily, "All this time he's been
bashing gay guys, and he's queer himself?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "It looks that way."

Shade sat back down beside me. "So what are you going to do?"

I gave him a puzzled look and asked, "Do about what?"

"Curtis," he replied. "You going to tell his mother about him getting
drunk?"

"Why would I do that?"

"She should know," he insisted. "Maybe she can help him." Even though Karen
wasn't my mother, I still didn't know if it was my place to be the one to
out Curtis to his family. At the moment, Rodney wasn't even aware of it. He
had no problem with me being gay, but he might be upset that Curtis had
hidden it from him for so long.

"I'm going to talk to Rodney first," I responded. "Maybe he'll know what to
do."

Shade looked at the clock on the wall. He turned and asked, "Do you care if
I go home now? I'm kind of not in the mood anymore."

"It's okay," I replied. "I understand." Even though we had planned to make
out some more before anyone got up, neither of us felt like it after
dealing with Curtis.

Shade got dressed, and we did manage to kiss for a few minutes before he
left. I walked him to his car. Before he got in, I asked, "Don't tell
anyone about Curtis. Okay?"

"I won't," he promised. "He's an asshole, but I still don't want to see him
hurt." He looked up at the house to make sure no one was looking out a
window before he kissed me. After waving goodbye, I went inside.

An hour had passed since Rodney woke me up, and I was tired. Since I didn't
hear anyone else up, I decided to go back to bed for a little while. I made
sure Curtis hadn't made a mess before lying down.

I was awakened about an hour later when Lane came barging into my room. He
sat on the edge of the bed staring down at me as I pretended to
sleep. Finally, he lifted my left eye with his fingers and asked, "Are you
awake, Casey?"

I yawned and stretched out. "I guess I am now," I grumbled.

"Good," he said excitedly. "Cause I want you to go looking for frogs with
me at the pond."

"No way," I replied. "It's too cold out." Besides, I was afraid we might
run into Mike if we did.

Lane whined, "I'm bored."

"Bored? You just got out of bed." I rolled over with my back to
him. "Besides, it's Saturday." I pulled the blanket over my head. "I wanna
sleep."

"Okay," replied Lane as he pulled back the blanket and snuggled in beside
me.

I mumbled, "What are you doing?"

"I'm going to go back to sleep, too," he answered. He put his arm around
me, but he didn't sleep. Instead, he tossed and turned for about a half
hour.

I finally turned toward him. "How about we go watch some cartoons?"

He grinned and said, "Okey, Dokey." He jumped from the bed and ran from the
room. I groaned, got out of bed and joined him on the sofa. So much for
sleeping in on a Saturday morning when Lane is around.

Lane watched cartoons while I curled up on the sofa beside him. I wasn't
able to fall asleep because he kept giggling and laughing at the
television. Even though I wasn't watching the television, I could tell from
the frequent, "Beep, beep," that he was watching a Road Runner cartoon.

After a while, I managed to doze off. That is, until Lane woke me up by
poking on my leg. "Casey," he asked softly, "Are you asleep?"

"No," I mumbled.

"Good," he replied, "because I got something to ask you."

"Okay, shoot." I lay beside him with my eyes still shut.

"Who is Al Peterson?"

I shrugged my shoulder. "I dunno. Why?"

He explained, "Lorenzo had us singing a song yesterday."

"Uh, huh."

"Before we had to leave the stage, we were supposed to wave and say goodbye
to Al Peterson."

I mumbled sleepily, "That's nice."

"So who's Al Peterson?"

"I dunno. Sounds like a football player," I replied. "Why don't you ask
Lorenzo?" I closed my eyes and feel asleep.

Lane must have gone to his room, because when I awoke I was alone in the
family room. My stomach started to growl. I looked at the clock and it was
after one o'clock.

I headed up the stairs and heard someone in the kitchen. I thought it might
be Lane. I was going to sneak up behind and scare him. Instead, it was
Curtis. He was standing in front of the refrigerator and staring inside. He
turned and looked at me when I entered, but he said nothing.

I laughed nervously and said, "I guess someone else is hungry, too."

He slammed the refrigerator door and muttered, "Ain't a fucking thing in
this house to eat." He then opened a cabinet door and looked inside.

I walked over and opened the refrigerator door. I took out a carton of eggs
and a pack of bacon. I held them up to Curtis and asked, "How about some
breakfast?"

He nodded his head and responded, "Sure. I guess." He sat on a stool while
I took out a skillet from the pantry.

I turned to him and asked, "Where is everybody?"

"Mom and Randy took Lane to the park," he replied. "I think Rodney went
over to that Megan girl's house."

"How do you like your eggs?"

"What?"

I held up a couple of eggs. "How do you like your eggs?"

"Fried, I guess," he replied.

He sat silently and watched as I prepared breakfast. I was becoming nervous
from the awkward silence. I took a loaf of bread and placed it in front of
him. "You can make toast," I said.

He looked at the bread and asked, "How do I do that?"

I wanted to laugh, but I knew it would make him upset. I pointed over to
the toaster and said, "Put the bread in there."

"Oh yeah, right," he replied as he got up and placed four slices into the
toaster. He then went back and sat on the stool. "Want me to do anything
else?"

"You can pour us some orange juice," I said. After doing so, he sat back
down and waited for me to finish. Since I figured he might be hungry after
getting drunk the night before, I made his portion twice the size of mine.

He muttered, "Thanks," when I placed it down in front of him. Cautiously, I
sat down in the stool beside him.

We ate quietly for several minutes. He glanced over at me occasionally, but
he said nothing. Since he didn't seem upset by my presence, I thought
perhaps it would be a good time to speak.

I looked over and asked, "You okay, Curtis?"

He didn't look up as he shoved a mouthful of egg into this mouth and
muttered, "Yeah, why wouldn't I be okay?"

"If you want someone to talk to, you can trust me," I said and then held my
breath. I was afraid he might explode if he thought I was getting too
personal.

He didn't say anything for a minute. He took a drink of his juice and
looked over at me. Finally, he said defensively, "I ain't gay."

"I didn't say you were," I replied softly.

"Well, I ain't," he repeated again.

I took a deep breath and said, "Well, I am."

He looked over and scowled, "Yeah, I figured that much."

I got up from the stool, took my plate over to the sink, and washed it. I
expected Curtis to leave, but he remained seated. He watched me as I
removed his plate from the counter.

I didn't turn around to look at him as I said, "I'm just saying, if you
need someone to talk to, you can trust me. Okay? I told Pip that."

"Yeah, I know."

I didn't feel like the conversation was going anywhere. At least he wasn't
blowing up and telling me to mind my own business. When I finished hand
drying the dishes and replacing them back into the cupboard, I turned and
looked at him.

"I guess I'll go watch some television," I said.

"Yeah, Okay," he replied as he remained seated.

"My offer stands," I reminded him. "If you need someone to talk to, you can
trust me. Okay?"

He replied, "Yeah, sure. Thanks," as I left the room.

I went to the family room and found a movie on HBO that I hadn't seen
before. I was stretched out on the sofa with my feet on the coffee table
when Curtis came downstairs and sat on the sofa beside me.

He looked over and asked, "Can we talk?"


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