Date: Fri, 1 Sep 2006 17:13:38 -0400
From: Ronyx <ronyx@woh.rr.com>
Subject: A Different Road  Chapter 5

The following is a work of fiction. Any similarities to anyone are purely
coincidental. The story is intended for a mature audience. It may contain
profanity and references to gay sex. If this offends you, please leave
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A Different Road     Chapter 5



I felt really bad on my way to school. The expression on my father's
face when he said that my mother had left was tormenting my mind. I was
the reason she was gone. They had spent nineteen years building a
relationship and now she had left because I was gay.

Dad kept telling me that it really wasn't my fault. He said they had
been having marital problems for the past few years, but they didn't
want me to know. He said he'd almost left on several occasions, but he
had stayed because of me. He tried to reassure me that it was alright. In
fact, he thanked me. Because she had decided to leave, we could now keep
the house.

Another thing that bothered me was seeing Brett again today. I'd skipped
out in the afternoon yesterday, so he didn't see me in chemistry class.
I never returned his phone calls or text messages. Why worry about it. We
weren't friends anymore.

I was heading to my first period class when Brian, one of our offensive
linesmen, stopped me in the hall.

"Corey. Why didn't you come to practice after school yesterday?" He
asked. "Brett was off his game and the coach made us run ten laps." I
was really in a bind. Dad was going to come to school today and talk to
the coach, but I hadn't thought about having to confront my other team
mates about why I had decided not to play.

"Um." I hesitated. "I just don't have the time to play. My grades are
slipping and my old man is really on me. Besides, he wants me to help out
more at his office." Brian looked at me, knowing I was lying.

"Come on, Corey." He said suspiciously. "This is your boy, Brian. You
know we go back to the first grade. That's a bunch of shit. You're
getting straight A's and you're not helping your dad out. You don't
know the first thing about architecture."

"He's got me doing odd jobs around the office." I said hurriedly.

"Yeah, whatever." He said disgustedly. "You wanna desert the team when
we're facing our toughest competition Friday night, well then fuck
you." He turned and walked angrily down the hall. I saw him a few
minutes later talking to some of the other players. They looked over at
me and gave me disappointed looks. I walked past them without even
speaking.

"Fucker." I heard Tommy, the other wide receiver on our team, say as I
walked past. I guess I was going to lose all my friends now. Brett and my
team mates had pretty much made up the people I talked to at school.
Without them I was going to be a loner.

"Hey, handsome." Charlie ran up and grabbed my arm as we walked down
the hall together. Many students stopped and stared as we walked by. It
was unusual to see one of the star football players walking arm in arm
with the school's resident lesbian.

"You managing alright?" She asked. "Want me to kick anyone in the
shins?" We started laughing.

"No, Charlie." I laughed. "I think I can handle it." I stuck out my
arm and showed her my biceps. She reached out and felt their hardness.

"Ummm." She said seductively. "Makes me think twice about being a
dyke."

"Yeah, right." I laughed. We continued down the hall arm in arm. I was
almost to class when I saw Brett and Cindy walking toward us. Charlie
noticed them also. She slammed me up against the locker and gave me a
deep kiss, sticking her tongue in my mouth.

"Bye, Lover." She said loud enough for Brett to hear. Then she turned
and walked away. My face was red with embarrassment. I think the whole
school saw the kiss. I'm sure it would be the center of conversation- at
least until lunch. I did catch Brett's shocked expression as he walked
by. I was pleased. We both could play this game- even if I was faking it.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

"Come on, just one time." I pleaded with Brett. We were fourteen and I
was spending the night at his house.

"This is just too gay, Corey." He said.

"How else will we be able to do it with a girl if we don't practice?"
I asked.

"I'd rather wait until I do it with a girl." He insisted.

"Fine." I pouted. "If you don't want to- then fine." I rolled over
and turned my back away from him.

"Shit." He said angrily. "Now you're mad." I started smiling to
myself. I knew he was breaking. I had asked him if we could kiss. I'd
been looking at his soft red lips for years and I always wondered what it
would be like to kiss him.

I had tried a few times when we were having sex, but he'd always turn
his head away from me before I was able to. A few times I'd lick around
his neck and work my way up to his mouth, but he knew what I was trying
to do and turn away.

"Shit, Corey." He sighed. "This is so gay. Alright, just once. But if
you tell anyone I'm going to kick your ass." I smiled to myself.

I rolled over and lay on top of him. I knew this would probably be my one
and only chance and I wanted to really make it good.

My heart was pounding as my lips approached his. I saw him close his eyes
and grimace. Our lips touched lightly at first. Then I took the back of
his head and pulled him in closer. I could feel his heart pounding
against my chest. He began to return the kiss. I opened my mouth and let
him stick his tongue into mine as I continued to deeply kiss him. I could
feel his cock begin to harden under me. I rolled around on him, our hard
cocks rubbing against each other. He was moaning slightly.

We continued kissing and rubbing our bodies together for about two
minutes. He then took my head and pushed it down to his cock. I took him
completely in my mouth and deep throated him. He continued moaning as he
thrust into my mouth. A few minutes later he erupted and I swallowed his
warm cum. I moved my way up his body to give him another kiss. He turned
his head when I approached his mouth. He never let me kiss him again.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

When I walked into class he was again sitting in the front row beside
Cindy. They were talking, but he stopped and watched me walk to the back
of the room. Cindy watched him watch me. She grabbed the side of his head
and gave him a quick kiss. I could see him still watching me out of the
corner of his eye as he returned her kiss.

Today I did the assignment instead of falling asleep. I was alright as
long as I didn't look down at the front row and see Brett's curly hair
from behind. A couple of times he'd look back, but I'd always look down
at my paper so he wouldn't know I was looking at him.

About halfway through class my cell phone started vibrating. Without the
teacher seeing me, I carefully took it out to see who was calling.
Instead, there was a text message- from Brett.

MEET ME AFTER SCHOOL

He turned around several times to see I'd received his message. Each
time I ignored him. I just wish he'd leave me alone. He's the one who
didn't want to continue our friendship. I couldn't imagine him saying
anything to me that would make me feel any better.

My phone began to vibrate again. I looked at the message. Again, Brett.

PLEASE

I knew he wouldn't leave me alone until I messaged him back.

NO

I watched him take out his phone and read the message. He looked back
sadly at me. I met his eyes briefly and then looked away. I felt I was
going to break down again. I gathered my books and told the teacher that
I didn't feel well. She wrote me a pass to go to the clinic.

I went outside and sat down at a bench and put my head in my hands. I was
trying hard not to cry. I thought I could get past Brett and move on, but
it was hurting more each day. His repeated efforts to get me to talk to
him was heartbreaking. I knew he was feeling guilty by what he had done,
but I didn't want to talk to him and absolve the pain he was feeling. If
he was hurting as bad as I was, it wouldn't be enough.

When the bell rang, I got up and headed back inside. As I stepped into
the hallway, Brett put his hand on my shoulder.

"Corey." He said softly.

"Don't Brett." I said sternly. "Just leave me alone. Alright?" I
looked into his hurt face as tears formed in my eyes. I turned and headed
off to my next class. I could hardly see my way with the tears that were
in my eyes. I took my sleeve and wiped them away. Several students
noticed and gave me a questioning look. I just looked away and hurried on
to class.

When I walked in, I bumped into another student, almost knocking him to
the ground.

"Sorry." I apologized quickly.

"It's ok, really." I heard a soft voice say. I looked up and was
staring into the smiling face of Adrian, Reverend Baker's son.

"Hi, Adrian." I said. I had forgotten that he was in my Calculus class.
This was my favorite class and I always sat in the front row. I now
remembered him sitting towards the back. He was so shy that most students
paid little attention to him.

I looked at him carefully. He was an attractive guy, but his shy demeanor
made him almost unnoticeable. He was six foot tall and probably weighed
about 180. His dark hair was cut short and he had dark brown eyes. It was
obvious that he wasn't athletic because there was very little tone to
his body. He wasn't overweight; he just didn't look particularly
muscular.

"You alright, Corey." He asked as I walked over to my desk. "My dad
was pretty hard on you the other night."

"I'm alright." I assured him. The bell rang and Ms. Everett walked
into the class and asked everyone to take a seat. Adrian looked around
and then sat down beside me. I was puzzled why he'd move from the back
of the room to the front.

"You don't mind if I sit here, do you?" He asked. I just shrugged my
shoulders.

"I'm not doing well in this class." He said shyly. "I thought maybe
you could help me."

"Sure. No problem." I looked over at him and smiled. He returned an
embarrassed smile.

"It's just that my dad's going to take away my car if I fail this
class." He said.

"Why doesn't that surprise me?" I laughed. "He might even threaten
that you'll go to Hell." We both started laughing.

"Listen, Corey." He said. "I'm really sorry about the other night. He
was way out of line attacking you like that."

"You don't have to keep apologizing for your dad, Adrian." I assured
him. "I don't hold you responsible just because your father's an
asshole." He looked at me and gave me a hurt expression.

"Sorry." I said.

"It's alright." He replied. "Really. I don't have any friends
because of him. He criticized everyone I brought home. After a while, I
just quit having friends."

He looked away and starting taking his book out of his backpack, but I
could tell he was trying desperately to blink away tears. Ms. Everett
handed out the assignment and told us we could work together as long as
we remained quiet.

"Why are you taking this class?" I asked. "It's not mandatory."

"My Dad." He looked at me and frowned. "Says he doesn't want me
loafing in school. You know- idle hands."

"Yeah." I finished the quote. "Are the devil's workshop." He nodded.

"If he only knew what I was doing with these idle hands." He looked at
me and blushed. We both began laughing. The teacher looked up and asked
us to get quiet.

"Yeah." I laughed, holding up my right hand. "In that case, I'll
never go to Hell." We started laughing again. Ms. Everett warned us that
she was going to separate us if we didn't get quiet. I knew she wasn't
serious. I think she was happy to see Adrian finally talking to someone.

We worked together the rest of period without any more interruptions.
We'd look over at each other and hold up our hands and then start
giggling. For someone so quiet, he was fun to be around.

I could also tell why he was failing the course. He had no idea what we
were doing. There was no way he should have been placed in this class. He
admitted that he'd struggled all through school with math classes. He'd
squeaked by with D's in his algebra classes. He only passed because of
his quiet demeanor. I think they felt sorry for him because he struggled
so hard.

"I don't understand this at all." He put his head in his hands and
sighed. "I just know I'm going to lose my car."

"Come on, Adrian." I tried to sound cheerful. "I'll get you through
this. We'll study together."

"Yeah, right." He looked at me. "Someone like you would help someone
like me."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked. I was pretty sure what he was
referring to, but I just wanted him to say it.

"Star football jock helping the preacher's son." He said sadly.

"Ex-football star." I informed him.

"Really?" He said surprisingly. "What happened?"

"It's kind of personal." I told him.

"I see." He looked into my eyes. "None of my business."

I looked over at him and smiled. He returned the smile. I was afraid for
a minute that I had been a little too abrupt in my answer. The bell rang
and we began to get ready to leave.

"Want to join me for lunch?" I asked suddenly. I really didn't know
where he went for lunch. In the four years we'd been in school, I don't
recall once ever seeing him in the cafeteria.

"I don't eat lunch in the cafeteria." He told me. He patted his
backpack. "I brown bag it."

"Oh, ok." I frowned. I was really hoping that we could spend some more
time together. I was beginning to like him as a friend, even if he did
have an asshole for a father. He must have noticed the disappointed look
on my face.

"I have enough for two. That is, if you're interested." He smiled.

"You sure?" I didn't want to eat his lunch and have him go hungry.

"Yeah." He said. "But I don't eat in the cafeteria." We got up and I
followed him out of the classroom and down the hall. He headed to the
south side of the building and walked outside. There was a small wall
that ran around the sidewalk. He walked over and sat down. I sat down
beside him.

He opened his bag and handed me half of his club sandwich. He then opened
up a bag of potato chips and placed it between us. The sandwich was
really good. It was better than any I'd ever had in a deli.

"Mmm." I said. "This is really good. Who made this?"

"Me." He said shyly. "I make most of my meals. My Mom and Dad are
never home."

"Well, this is really good." I said licking the mayonnaise from my
fingers. "Would you marry me?" I laughed but noticed the shocked look
on Adrian's face.

"I'm sorry, Man." I apologized. "It was just a joke. I didn't mean
anything by it."

"It's alright." He said with a smile. "Forget it." We continued to
eat in silence.

Occasionally, we'd look at each other and smile. I was beginning to like
Adrian. He was so different from most of my jock friends. I didn't feel
I had to hide things from him. He already knew I was gay and he was still
willing to talk to me.

"Adrian!" I heard someone yell excitedly. "There you are." I looked
up and watched as Charlie ran up and gave him a huge hug. "I was worried
about you."

"Corey!" She shrieked and ran over and gave me a hug. "I didn't know
you guys knew each other."

"We just met." Adrian blushed as she looked back and forth at us with a
smile. She looked at me and noticed the confused look on my face.

"We're cousins." She said as she wrapped her arms around Adrian. "But
we're more like brother and sister."

"That means Reverend Baker is your.." I didn't even finish the
sentence.

"Uncle." She frowned. "You know him?"

"Does he know him?" Adrian began to laugh. "He told him to fuck off
the other night." He began to blush. Charlie gave him a surprised look
and began laughing.

"In seventeen years." She walked over and hugged him. "I've never
heard you cuss. I see that Corey is having a positive influence on you."
We all began to laugh.

"Just don't tell Dad." He said worriedly.

"Right, Adrian." She laughed. "I haven't talked to your father in
four years. Remember, I'm the black sheep in the family."

"You too?" I laughed holding my hand up. She slapped it. Just then the
bell rang. We began cleaning up our mess. We headed into the building.
Charlie pulled me back and let Adrian walk in front of us. She leaned up
and whispered in my ear.

"Be gentle, Corey." She looked at Adrian. "He`s fragile." She walked
ahead and grabbed him by the arm. They darted off down the hall. I was
left wondering what she meant by her last statement.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

"You ever wonder who you'll end up falling in love with and marrying
some day?" Brett asked me. I'd just turned fifteen a few weeks earlier
and he was spending the night.

"Yeah." I looked over and saw him lying on his back looking up at the
ceiling. "You." I said to myself. He looked over at me and smiled. It
was as if he'd read my mind.

"She'll be real pretty and have huge boobs." He grinned. My spirit
immediately deflated. For a brief moment I thought he was thinking the
same thing as me.

"Kids." He continued. "I want lots of kids." I was becoming more
depressed as he continued to talk. By this time I'd already accepted the
fact that I was probably gay. I had dreamed of Brett and me spending our
lives together. This was the first time we'd ever talked about the
future.

"Sounds good, Brett." I said sadly as I rolled over and turned away
with a tear in my eye.

"And I`m going to have sex every night." He said as he spooned me and
placed his hard cock against my ass. He pulled out the Vaseline and
applied some to his cock and rubbed it against my ass. It was the first
time we had sex and I didn't enjoy it.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

I looked around for Adrian during the afternoon, but didn't see him. I
did see Charlie once and she gave me a goofy smile. Just when I thought I
had her figured out, she becomes another mystery.

Brett looked disappointed when I went to chemistry class and took another
seat on the opposite side of the room. My new lab partner was a shy girl
named Sheila. She seemed overwhelmed that I had sat beside her. She tried
to start several conversations with me but always ending up nervously
giggling. Girls.

Brett watched me the entire period. We were supposed to be taking notes,
but I didn't see him write anything down. I guess he was depending on
his new partner- Jason Grayson (yes, that is actually his name.) He was a
stoner who was always staring off into space. If Brett was depending on
him, then he wouldn't get today's notes.

When the bell rang, Brett marched over to me and grabbed me by my arm and
started to pull me away.

"Corey, we need to talk." He said as he roughly led me to the door.

"No, we don't." I said angrily as I sucker punched him in the jaw.

"Rule Number 37: Don't put your fucking hands on me again." I told him
as I walked out. He was staring unbelievingly at me while rubbing the
side of his face.

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