Date: Mon, 25 Sep 2006 19:23:20 -0400
From: Ronyx <ronyx@woh.rr.com>
Subject: A Different Road  Chapter 12

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A Different Road    Chapter 12



I was fifteen minutes late arriving on the field. Coach Davis yelled at
me and made me run a couple of laps. As I ran around the field, Brett
kept watching me as he threw passes to the receivers. When I finished, I
trotted over to the coach.

"What the hell you doing here, Singer?" He shouted. "You're supposed
to be practicing with your quarterback."

I walked cautiously to the middle of the field. I still hadn't spoken to
any of my teammates. Most of them were angry with me, anyways. They
blamed me for the loss we suffered on Friday night.

"All right, guys." Brett barked out. "Take you positions. On three."

Brett received the ball from the center and then faded back. I tore off
down the field, defended by two of our defensive players. They tackled me
and threw me roughly to the ground. One of them kneed me in my back when
I started to get up.

"Mother Fucker." He said angrily. "Should have kept your ass at
home."

When I trotted back to get back in formation, Brett walked up to the
player who had kneed me and pushed him to the ground. He knelt down and
said something to him, then hit him on the helmet. The guy nodded his
head and got up. He looked over at me and gave me an angry look.

We lined up and Brett gave the signals. I tore off down the field. This
time I was able to outrun the defense. I reached the end zone and turned
around just as Brett let loose with the ball. It traveled twenty yards,
straight into my arms. I looked over and saw Coach Davis grinning.

I ran back to the center of the field and handed Brett the ball.

"Nice catch, Corey." His face was expressionless. I didn't know what
to make of it.

"Nice pass, Brett." I smiled at him. He let a small smile form in the
corner of his mouth.

"Ok, Girls." He shouted out. "Let's do it again. Only this time do it
right." He looked at me and laughed.

The rest of the practice went well. After a few awkward moments, it
seemed like I had not been away. I was glad I had made the decision to
return. It wasn't as bad playing with Brett as I thought it would be.

Anytime a player said something to me about last Friday, either Brett or
Coach Davis would call them over and speak to them. I couldn't tell what
was being said, but it was an angry exchange. By the time practice was
over, the comments had ceased.

When we went back into the locker room to shower, Tommy came up behind me
and hit me in my back. Brett walked over and grabbed his arm and brought
it behind him. Tommy screamed out in pain.

"If anyone has a problem with any other player on this team, you come
see me." He shouted out to everyone. We were standing in the middle of
the locker room and everyone had gotten deadly silent.

"We are a team." He said. "We play as a team. No one will disrespect
another team mate." He twisted Tommy's arm tightly, until he cried out
in pain. "Does anyone have a question?" He then tossed Tommy onto the
floor.

"If you can't do that," he continued. "Then get the fuck off the
team." Everyone turned and began to undress and head for the showers.
Brett looked over at me, turned back to his locker and began to undress.

I undressed and went in and began showering. There was a lot of rowdiness
with guys bantering back and forth. Several guys began to hit each other
with wet towels. We'd laugh each time we heard a loud pop. We knew
someone would have a large welt somewhere on their body.

Brett walked in and took the shower next to me. I tried not to look at
his body, but I had become so familiar with it over the years. I
occasionally glanced down and looked at his huge cock and large balls. I
looked at the patch of hair on his chest I used to love to run my hands
through.

Several times I noticed Brett looking at my ass. Once it seemed his cock
started to harden and he turned away. We finished and I headed back to
the locker room and began to dress. I kept looking over at Brett. He met
my eyes each time I looked at him. When he had finally finished dressing,
he walked over to me.

"I'm glad you're back." He smiled at me. He extended his hand.

"Thanks, Brett." I reached out and shook it. I could tell he wanted to
hug me, but he pulled away and walked out of the locker room.

As I was walking to my car, my cell phone rang.

"Road Kill Café." I giggled. "You kill `em- we grill `em."

"Dumbass," laughed Charlie. "We're at the Hamburger Derby. Get your
hot ass over here. Someone's waiting on you."

When I arrived they were sitting at a booth in the back. Charlie and
Julie were sitting on one side and Adrian was anxiously waiting on me.

"How was practice?" He asked worriedly. He knew how nervous I was to
see Brett again.

"It went pretty well." I assured him. He looked around and took my hand
and squeezed it.

"Aw." Charlie laughed. "Aren't they just the cutest things you ever
saw?" She looked at Julie and they both began to laugh.

"I don't know," said Julie. "We make a pretty cute couple too."
Charlie leaned over and gave her a kiss right in the restaurant. My face
began to redden. Maybe it didn't embarrass them to kiss in public, but
it did me.

We ate and had a lively conversation. Charlie insisted on us telling her
everything we had done so far. Adrian and I were blushing brightly as she
ran through every position known to gay sex and asked us if we had tried
it yet. We both screamed, "Stop!" when she started telling us
everything she and Julie had done.

Afterwards, we decided to go to the mall and catch a movie. Charlie and
Julie walked in front of us with their arms around each other. Adrian and
I followed walking with our shoulders lightly brushing up against each
other. As much as we would like to have walked holding each other,
neither of us had the nerve to do it.

I froze when we entered the theater. Adrian reached out and took my arm
as Brett and Cindy approached. Brett noticed the gesture and looked up
into my eyes. He seemed to have a sorrowful look on his face. I nodded to
him as they passed us.

"You alright?" Adrian asked.

"I'm with you." I smiled. "Of course I'm alright."

Charlie and Julie ran up with a big box of popcorn. We started chattering
and entered the theater. We took our seats in the middle of the theater.
Brett and Cindy were about three aisles in front of us.

When the lights went down, Adrian reached over and grabbed my hand. He
held it all through the movie. I was afraid to look over at Charlie and
Julie. It was hard to tell just what they may be doing.

I paid little attention to the movie. Besides Adrian being a nice
distraction, I also kept watching Brett and Cindy. She leaned over and
put her head on his shoulder several times, but he'd always lean away so
that she'd have to remove her head. Twice she tried to kiss him, but he
turned his head away. I was really familiar with that gesture.

When the movie was over, they got up and looked back and saw me leaving
with Adrian. He nodded, then cast his eyes downward and left the theater
with Cindy.

It was around 11:00 when I took Adrian home. We had school the next day
and I didn't want to stay out too late. We sat in his driveway and made
out for a few minutes. I reached down and felt his hard cock through his
pants.

"Take it out." I giggled.

"No." He said nervously. "Someone will see us."

I began to unbuckle his pants. He lifted himself off the seat and pulled
his pants and underwear down to his knees. I could feel him shaking
nervously as he kept looking out the windows.

I leaned in and took him in my mouth and began sucking. He took my head
and pushed it deeper onto his cock. I could tell by his movements that he
was still looking to see if anyone was watching.

After about five minutes he let out a moan. "I'm cumming." He shouted.
He filled my mouth. I gulped quickly so as not to let it run out the
sides of my mouth. I brought my head up and kissed him passionately. He
drove his tongue into my mouth, tasting the remains of his cum. After a
minute, he pulled his pants up and laid his head on the headrest.

"I can't believe we did that right out here in the open." He said.

"I'll do it with you anywhere." I said as I kissed him again.

"What about you?" He said worriedly. "You want me to get you off."

"Nope." I kissed him on his nose. "Tonight was your night. Mine's
tomorrow." I looked at him and wiggled my eyebrows.

"Then I can't wait." He said, kissing me for the final time. He opened
the door and got out. I waited until he was safely inside before I pulled
off.

I stopped suddenly when I approached my house. Brett's red car was
parked outside. I couldn't figure out what he wanted so late at night. I
drove up and parked in the driveway. Brett got out and walked up to me.

"Can we talk, Corey?" He pleaded. "Please."

I studied his face for a moment. We had to talk. I had been putting it
off for so long. There was still of lot of unfinished issues between us.
If we were going to play on the field and see each other at school each
day, then we needed to talk. It was late, but it was as good a time as
ever.

"Sure." I said. "Come on." We went in the house and walked to the
kitchen. I got a couple of sodas out of the refrigerator and grabbed a
bag of potato chips. Brett followed me to my bedroom. The lights were out
in the house, so Dad must have already gone to bed.

Brett went over to my bed and sat on the edge. I sat in my computer chair
on the other side of the room. We opened our sodas and started to drink.

"Come here." Brett patted the side of the bed, motioning for me to come
over and sit beside him. He kicked off his shoes and sat back on the bed.

I cautiously approached and sat on the bed. I kicked off my shoes and sat
beside him. We didn't say anything for a few minutes. Suddenly, he
leaned in and started to kiss me.

"Don't Brett." I said as I pushed him away. I couldn't believe he was
trying to do this. In twelve years he had only kissed me once, and I had
to con him into doing it then. Now he wouldn't stop. He pushed me down
on the bed and brought his lips to mine again.

"Please, Corey." He pleaded. "You don't know how much I've missed
you."

"Brett, I, I can't." I pushed him away again. He sat back and studied
my face.

"Is it because of Adrian?" He asked sadly. I nodded.

"And Cindy." I said. He put his head in his hands and sighed. I looked
over at the sad figure sitting on the bed beside me. He looked up and his
eyes were misty with tears.

"I know I was a lousy boyfriend." He sighed again, as he hung his head
dejectedly. "I never, ever meant to hurt you, though. It was never
anything you did."

"I know that now." I replied.

"I've been trying to deal with who I am for a long time. When I'm with
you I think of a girl. When I'm with a girl, I think of you. I know how
I feel about you, but I know it would never be enough for you." He
leaned in and hugged me tightly. I kept rubbing his back gently.

"I know I'd only end up hurting you again and again. You deserve
someone better than me." He whispered into my shoulder. "You can`t
follow behind me all your life waiting for me to make up my mind."

After a few minutes he released me and sat back up.

"Can we at least be friends again?" He asked hopefully. "I can't live
like this anymore. I need you back in my life."

"Of course." I kissed him on his cheek.

"Wait here." He jumped up and disappeared. He returned a few minutes
later with a small knife from the kitchen and a bottle of alcohol. He
dipped the knife in it, and then he looked at me and grinned.

"Give me your finger." He said reaching for my hand.

"What are you going to do?" I asked pulling my hand back.

"Renew our oath." He reached for my hand once again and held it. I
closed my eyes as I felt him take the knife and make an incision. When he
finished, I watched as he did the same thing to himself.

"Press your finger to mine." We brought our fingers together and mixed
the blood.

"Repeat after me." He said solemnly.

"I, Corey Singer, will be Brett Weaver's friend until the day I die."
With tears in my eyes, I repeated the words.

"And I, Brett Weaver, will be Corey Singer's friend until the day I
die." He said.

He looked at me with misty eyes. He brought his lips to mine and we
tenderly shared our last kiss.

"I love you, Corey." Tears were freely flowing down his face.

"I know." I cried. "I love you too." We held each other tightly.
After a few minutes he pulled away from me.

"Do you love him?" He looked into my eyes. He could always tell if I
was lying.

"Yeah." I nodded. "I think so. It's too soon to tell exactly how
much. But yeah, I love him."

"Good." He seemed satisfied with my answer. "I'm glad. But if he ever
hurts you."

"I know. You got my back." I laughed. He reached out and gave me
another hug.

"I gotta go." He wiped the tears from his eyes. "We have practice
tomorrow."

"I know." I replied. "Practice."

I walked him to the door and watched as he headed to his car. He waved to
me before getting in. I watched as the tail lights from his car
disappeared in the distance.

I went back to my room and got my cell phone. I hit speed dial and waited
several rings until I heard the sleepy voice on the other end.

"Hey, Adrian." I said softly. "I just really needed to hear your voice
right now. I love you."

The End

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Epilogue

Not all our plans turned out as we had expected. Brett and I got
scholarships to different schools, so we didn't get to play college ball
together. He was successful as a quarterback at a major university. They
were second in the nation his senior year. He was drafted into the NFL,
but was released after his first season.

I stayed closer to home and received an academic scholarship. I played
for two seasons, but dropped out. The game just wasn't any fun without
Brett. Adrian and I roomed together throughout the four years.

Today we live with Dad. He and Mom got a divorce my senior year of high
school. She took off to California and we haven't heard from her since.
Adrian's mother also divorced his father. His church fired him as their
pastor and he moved out of state also. No one is quite sure where he
went.

Dad's dating an attorney in town. He proposed to her a few months ago
and they plan to marry next year. They are building a new home a few
miles away, so Adrian and I get to keep this house. I really wouldn't
want to live anywhere else. I love the memories it contains.

I have a master's degree in architecture. I am a partner in my father's
firm. It is now Singer and Son Architecture, Inc He plans to retire in a
few years and I will take over the company.

Adrian earned a master's degree in school administration, and he is now
an assistant principal at a local junior high school. He comes home so
tired sometimes. I guess kids today aren't like they were when we were
in school.

Charlie and Julie are always at the house. They bought a home down the
street. Charlie is always reminding me about the time I stood naked in
front of her. After all these years, I still blush. They were `married'
a few years ago. Adrian and I went with them to Vermont when they
committed their lives to one another. Uncle Cornelius and John were
there, too. It's not official, because our state still refuses to
recognize it. Someday, I hope that Adrian and I will marry and it will be
a valid ceremony.

Brett broke up with Cindy right after graduation. He met a girl in
college and they were married for three years. He has a little girl they
named Carey. He says she's named after me. They separated after he
called out my name one night when he was cumming when they were having
sex. They divorced five months later.

He moved back to town a few years ago. He sells insurance and owns his
own company. He comes over to the house at least once a week for dinner.
Adrian is a great cook. All of us have put on a few pounds. We no longer
look like we did ten years ago.

Brett is always dating different women. He never remains with one very
long. I really feel sorry for him. He still hasn't found that one person
who can make his life complete. Sometimes he will just sit and stare at
me while we are watching television at night. It makes me sad to think
that he feels I may have been that someone.

I guess we did travel down different roads. Not once have I regretted the
road I took. I'm not sure Brett feels the same way.

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