Date: Tue, 27 Sep 2011 10:35:31 -0400
From: Ronyx <ronyx@woh.rr.com>
Subject: Door Number Three    Chapter 9

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Door Number Three          Chapter 9


No one was in the locker room when we entered. Andrew and Chuck had already
showered and left. I felt awkward as I went to my locker and started to
undress. Adrian sat down about three feet away and pretended not to watch
me, but I noticed that he kept sneaking glances occasionally.

When I had removed my clothing except for my runner`s briefs, I turned my
back and dropped them to the floor. I didn't want to look, but I knew
Adrian was probably staring at my ass like I had him when he was naked in
front of me.

I reached down and grabbed my towel. I took a deep breath and
turned. Adrian's gaze immediately dropped to my cock. I watched as he
stared at it and then let his eyes roam upward until he was looking into my
face.

"I...I got to go take a shower," I managed to stammer as I wrapped the
towel around my waist and headed for the shower. I felt like stopping by a
stall and heaving into it. My stomach was doing cartwheels from standing
naked before Adrian. I'd taken hundreds of showers over the years with
guys, but none had gazed upon my body like he had. If they did, I never
noticed.

As I showered I tried to figure out what I should do when I returned to the
locker room. Should I walk in naked like I always did, or should I cover
myself? For one thing, I was skinny. I didn't know if Adrian would find
that unattractive. Perhaps he liked guys who were more muscular like
him. What if after seeing me naked, he didn't like what he saw? Since he
had gazed at me almost expressionless, I didn't know what he thought. If he
had smiled or nodded his approval, I wouldn't have been so worried.

I decided I'd go back into the locker room with the towel wrapped around my
waist. I had become semi-erect thinking about him while I showered When I
entered, his eyes fell to the protrusion under the towel. I felt a sense of
relief when he looked up and smiled. I also felt a renewed confidence when
he reached down and rearranged his cock. It appeared erect inside his
athletic shorts.

I turned my back and removed the towel from around me. I reached for my
underwear and started to put them on when Adrian whispered softly, "Wait,
please." I covered myself with my boxers and faced him.

He glanced down where I was hiding my cock. "Let me see you." His voice
trembled nervously. "I've never been free to just look at a guy before."

I knew what he meant. It was taboo to look at a guy's body in the locker
room or shower. It was an unspoken rule that you kept your eyes about the
waist. To look down was dangerous and you could be branded gay. Most guys
didn't appear to even care, but there would be the occasional guy who would
let his eyes dart covertly around the room. If he was caught, the ridicule
would be relentless.

I dropped the towel and stood naked before him. He looked at my smooth,
hairless legs, and then moved his eyes to my cock which was quickly filling
with blood. Within seconds it stood at its six and a half inch length. His
eyes widened as he watched it grow. I watched as his eyes traveled
unashamedly up my chest. He then looked into my eyes and smiled.

"You're beautiful," he said hoarsely. His eyes quickly scanned my body one
last time. "God, are you beautiful!"

I turned my back and put on my underwear. I made sure that I stayed bent
over long enough so that he could see my ass as I had his seen when he
dressed for me. After putting on my shorts and tee shirt, I sat down
opposite him to put on my shoes.

He just kept looking at me and smiling. There was a really weird expression
on his face. Then I realized what it was. He was...no, I couldn't say
it. It would be too presumptuous.  He liked me, that I knew. After seeing
me naked, he liked my body. But there couldn't be anything more. Hope still
lay in the bottom of the jar, right?

After tying my shoes, I stood up and faced him. "Ready?" He stood and moved
nearer to me until we were just inches apart. I stared into his eyes, his
brown twinkling eyes. They were no longer something I hated or feared. We
both knew how we felt. I closed my eyes and leaned toward him.

When my lips touched his, he put his hands on my chest and stopped me. I
opened my eyes, fearful I had misread his feelings.  "Wait," he whispered
softly. He looked around the locker room, heavy with the smell of other
boys. "This isn't the place." I nodded and followed him out of the room.

When we got in my truck I asked him if he'd like to go home with me and
join us for dinner.

"Isn't it too short a notice?" he asked worriedly. "Your mother won't be
expecting me."

"Wait," I said as I held up a finger, pulled out my cell phone and called
home. After talking to her for a minute, I hung up and looked over at him.

"Do you like fried chicken?"

He started laughing. "Of course I like fried chicken."

"Then you're joining us for dinner," I replied. "Mom said there's
plenty. Besides, my little sister is eating dinner at her friend's house."

"Okay," he responded as he reached in this pocket and pulled out his
phone. "Let me call my dad."

When he asked his father if he could eat dinner with us, I listened as he
tried to explain who I was and why he was going home with me. His father
seemed to have had a thousands questions. "Yes, Dad," he looked over at me
briefly, "he's white."

I began to feel sorry for him because his father seemed to be very
controlling. My father would have joked about not having to feed another
hungry mouth if I had called.

Adrian frowned and handed me the phone. "He wants to speak to you." I spent
the next few minutes trying to assure him that Adrian was invited to
dinner. Finally, I had to give him my home phone number so he could talk to
my mother. Adrian's face was filled with anger when I handed him back his
phone.

"He's always doing this," he said angrily. "I'm nineteen and he treats me
like a child."

"At least he cares about you," I said trying to make him more cheerful.

"No he doesn't," Adrian looked at me sadly. "You don't know what I have to
go through." After talking to his father, I now had some idea what Valerie
was talking about when she said that things were bad for Adrian at home.

A minute later his phone rang. He answered it and then handed the phone to
me. I listened as a gruff voice said, "I want him home by nine." He then
hung up.

I looked at Adrian and attempted a smile. "I guess you're eating dinner
with us." He smiled and then stared out the window as we drove to my house.

Billy and Lonnie was playing basketball in the driveway when we pulled
up. I parked in the street so my car wouldn't block them. "Hey," Billy
grinned when he looked at me and then Adrian. He then tossed me the ball. I
dribbled past him and laid the ball into the basket.

"Okay, Wise Ass!" he shouted as he grabbed the ball and threw it to
Adrian. "You and Lonnie, me and Adrian."

"Hey!" shouted Lonnie. "No fair. You took the good player." I walked over
and popped him upside his head.

"I'm not that bad," I laughed.

He turned and grinned, "You're not that good." When I reached out to hit
him again, he ducked.

As he did when we played before, Lonnie loved to get physical; not in a
pushing and shoving kind of way. I had to smack his hand several times when
he tried to grope me when I had the ball. He knew I didn't like it, but he
also knew I wasn't going to say anything to him. After about the fourth
time he got a handful of my crotch, I `accidentally' lost control of the
ball and threw it directly at his cock. He moaned and bent over holding
himself.

"Geez, Lonnie," I said as I ran to him and tried to help him stand
straight. "I'm really sorry." When he looked up at me, I had a shitty grin
plastered to my face. He didn't try it again. However, after that I noticed
that he began to become more physical with Adrian. In fact, once he made it
quite obvious when Adrian dribbled around him and he grabbed at his cock,
holding it in his hands.

After Adrian made the basket, he tossed it back to me. I dribbled slowly
over to Lonnie. As I passed him, I slowed down and whispered in his ear,
"If you grab Adrian's dick one more time, I'm going into the kitchen, get a
butcher knife and cut your balls off." His eyes widened as he placed his
hands in front of him in a protective manner. He never did it again.

After playing for about thirty minutes, we sat down on the lawn to rest. I
noticed that Lonnie moved behind Billy, so that he became a barrier between
us. After my threat, I guess he was a little afraid of me. I was going to
have to talk to Billy about his behavior. As far as I knew, Billy hadn't
told him that I was gay, and he surely had no reason to believe Adrian
was. If he tried to grope straight boys at school like he did us, then
someday someone was going to object and make more than an idle threat like
I had. I realized that he was young and inquisitive; however, his actions
could get him seriously hurt someday.

As we sat talking, a car pulled up across the street into Kenny's
driveway. In the car were a couple of baseball players I knew. They looked
out the window and waved at me and Adrian. Lloyd Thompson, one of Adrian's
football teammates, started to walk across the street to talk to us, but
Kenny came out his front door and stopped him.

"Better be careful!" he hollered out angrily to Lloyd. "That fag might try
to fuck with you." Lloyd stopped and looked back at Kenny before turning
back to us with a puzzled look. It was obvious he didn't understand what
Kenny was saying. He knew we'd been the best of friends since we were
little, and he didn't know why Kenny was acting hostile towards me. He
shrugged his shoulders and got back into the car. When they pulled out of
the driveway, Kenny looked out the window and flipped us off.

"What's his problem?" Lonnie asked. He was also puzzled by Kenny's
actions. The four of us had spent a lot of time together. Kenny was always
wrestling around with them in the bedroom or yard. We'd spent hours
shooting basketball in the driveway like we had today. They considered
Kenny a brother. Even though Billy knew what had happened between us,
Lonnie didn't. When I looked over at Adrian, he seemed just as puzzled.

I was also pissed at Kenny. He didn't know if anyone knew I was gay If
Billy and I hadn't come out to each other I would have gotten up and
confronted him. As far as he was concerned, Adrian was just a friend We
had, after all, been introduced to each other before the incident with
Rachel occurred. One thing was obvious from his actions- he was going to
make my life hell until school was over.

My worries about what he would do were now confirmed. Before, I thought
that perhaps our friendship meant something to him. Maybe, just maybe, he
could accept me as a gay friend, even if I wasn't his best friend
anymore. But somehow I knew that wasn't possible. Kenny was, and had always
been, homophobic. He had always made enough crude jokes about queers and
faggots over the years. He was also somewhat of a racist. He was friendly
with black teammates on the field, but he hardly ever associated with them
off the field. A few times in middle school I had even suggested inviting a
black student to come home with us to play a video game or shoot
baskets. His response was, "Why would we want to do that?"

Now Adrian could become Kenny's biggest nightmare. He was black, gay and a
talented athlete. In Kenny's world, these were opposing forces. He could
accept a black athlete, but he would never accept a gay, black athlete. As
I looked over at Adrian, I began to worry that Kenny, if he found out
Adrian was gay, could make his life worse than he could mine.

Added to the fact that Adrian's father seemed to share some of the same
hatreds that Kenny did, I could envision a bigger Pandora's box being
opened, unleashing a torrent of evil down upon his world. Under such
pressure, was Adrian strong enough to withstand it?

As I looked at him again, his body was extremely muscular and strong. But
was his mind? He already seemed to fear his father. He had built a persona
at school that everyone loved and respected. He was admired on the field
and off by everyone.

I was almost destroyed by the evils that had been opened. I still was
unsure if I could cope if Kenny outed me to my friends and teammates. Could
Adrian handle the stress better than I could, or would his life come
shattering down? Would his fall be harder and more dangerous than mine?

I looked into his eyes and it appeared he was thinking the same as me. He
looked worried. His bright, brown eyes showed fear. His face was taut as he
looked nervously at me. As I stared at him, a new fear emerged. Could our
friendship survive? Was it over before it even began? I had opened Door
Number 3 and found hope behind it. Was it about to be slammed in my face?

"Hello?" I blinked my eyes when Billy started waving his hand in front of
my face. "Are you in there?" I could hear Lonnie giggling as I was awakened
from my thoughts. Adrian's face still continued to remain worried.

"What?" I asked as I looked over at my brother.

"Mom just called us in for dinner," he stated. "Didn't you hear her?"

"Yeah, sure," I lied. I stood and extended my hand to Adrian's. After
helping him up, we trailed behind Billy and Lonnie as they ran hurriedly
into the house.

As soon as we entered the kitchen, my mother approached Adrian with her
hand outstretched. "And you must be Adrian," she said cheerfully as she
shook his hand. "I'm glad you're joining us for dinner."

"Thank you, Ma'am," he replied politely.

"I'm not a Ma'am," my mother smiled, "just call me Mrs. Barnes."

"Yes, Ma'am," Adrian responded before catching himself. "I mean,
Mrs. Barnes."

"You are as polite as your father," she said. "He's a customer at my
store. I've known him for years. He's talked about his son before, but I
had no idea our Zac knew you." She looked over at me.

"You don't know all my friends at school," I replied sarcastically. "Some I
have to protect from the Spanish Inquisition." She laughed and threw the
dish towel at me.

"Go clean up," she said. "Dinner will be ready in five minutes." I turned
and headed upstairs with Adrian following closely behind me. I opened the
bathroom door but Billy and Lonnie were already in there. They were
standing at the sink washing their hands. We waited outside until they were
done before we went in and closed the door behind us.

"I've got to take a leak," Adrian announced as he began to pull his shorts
down.

"I can leave," I said as I started to open the door.

"Why," he replied as he snaked his cock from his shorts and began pissing
into the toilet. "You've already seen me naked." I looked down at his cock
before looking upward into his smiling face.

"You're enjoying this," I asked smilingly, "Aren't you?"

"What?" he answered innocently as he shook his cock dry. I looked down and
watched.

"Playing this game we're playing." I replied after he finished and turned
to me.

"Is that what you think it is?" He appeared hurt by my words. "We're
playing a game?"

"I don't know," I sighed as I stared into his eyes. "I don't know what
we're doing. Nothing makes sense any more. I don't make sense. You don't
make..."

He leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. "Sense," I muttered into his
mouth. He grabbed my waist and pulled me closer to him as he forced my
mouth open and gently shoved his tongue inside. I could feel our cocks
hardening as we ground our bodies into each other.

After what seemed like years, but was probably no more than thirty seconds,
he pulled away and smiled gently at me. "That was nice," he said
softly. "Actually, much better than I dreamed it would be."

"You've dreamed about kissing me?"

"Ever since I first saw you sitting on the bleachers last week," he said as
he leaned in and kissed me once again. It was quick and gentle, not as
passionate as the first. I started to kiss him again, but he pulled away.

"We'd better get downstairs before people start to wonder what we're
doing," he said worriedly. We quickly washed our hands and headed
downstairs.

"There you are," my mother said. "What took you so long?" I looked quickly
at Adrian as we took our seats at the table.

"Yeah," giggled Billy as he raised an eyebrow. "What took you so long?" He
looked away when I shot him a deadly look.

My father introduced himself to Adrian and then began with a torrent of
questions about his athletic skills. My father followed sports avidly and
he knew more about Adrian than I did.

"So you'll be going to State next year?" he asked Adrian.

"Yes, Sir," he replied in this usual polite manner. I could tell by the
look on my mother's face that she admired Adrian's gentle disposition. He
was a stark contrast to Kenny's loud and crude behavior.

My father looked proudly at me. "Did Zac tell you he'll be attending State
on an athletic scholarship in track?"

Adrian looked at me and smiled. "Yes, Sir, he did."

"Zac's going to run in the Olympics!" My little brother, Josh, shouted
excitedly. "Ain't he Dad?"

"I think we're putting the cart before the horse," my father
responded. Josh gave him a puzzled look.

"We ain't got no horses," he giggled. "We don't live on a farm."

My mother gave him an angry look. "What do they teach you children at
school these days? Ain't ain't a word." She admonished him. He started
giggling.

"You just said it, Mommy," laughed Josh.

My father let out a roar of laughter. "He got you there, Dear."

"Yes, well," she huffed as she continued to eat as everyone laughed at the
embarrassed look on her face.

My father continued to talk about sports. He bragged about my skills on the
track and his hopes that I'd do well this year. Several times Adrian looked
over and smiled.

When he started telling him about Billy's interest in baseball, he stopped
and looked over at me. "That reminds me," he said. "I've been meaning to
ask you where Kenny is. He hasn't been over here in a week."

I looked quickly over to Billy, hoping he'd say something. He looked away
and took a bite of his chicken. "Um," I hesitated, trying to come up with a
believable lie. "He's been busy with baseball."

"Well, so is Adrian," my father replied, "but he managed to join us for
dinner tonight." I quickly looked back over to Billy. He took another bite
of chicken without lifting his head.

"I'll, uh," I stammered. "I'll tell him you asked about him tomorrow and
tell him to stop by."

"Maybe I'll call his father tonight and make sure everything is all right,"
he said as he lifted his coffee mug.

A new fear emerged. If Kenny had told his father I was gay, then my father
would soon know. He and Mr. Fletcher played golf every week. I'm sure he'd
find a way to `casually' mention it.

I looked at my father and mother. I wondered how they would take me being
gay. Even worse, what would they say if they found out Billy was gay also?
Would they think that maybe I made him gay? We do sleep in the same room,
and Billy has always looked up to me. Would they think he was trying to be
gay to please me?

I thought it must be hard on parents to have a child who is gay or
lesbian. But two? Fortunately, we have a large family. My brother, Jimmy,
was definitely not gay. He was living in an apartment with his
girlfriend. It was only a matter of time before his girlfriend, Tamara,
gave my mother and father a grandchild.

My sister, Marilou, already had a child; but she wanted to wait a few more
years before having another. She was back in school and wanted to complete
her nursing degree before she and her husband, Doug, had any more children.

As I looked at them, I felt comfortable that they wouldn't be too upset if
I came out to them. I knew my mother would be all right- you know- that
thing about different colored flowers. Dad would be okay, too; however, he
has always viewed me as an athlete. I wasn't sure if he would handle it
better if I wasn't athletic. It was possible that he thought the same way
Kenny and many of the other guys felt. Gay guys shouldn't be allowed in the
locker room.

My father gave me a puzzled look when he noticed me staring at him. I
hadn't even consciously been aware I was doing it. "You all right, Son?"

"Yeah, Dad," I replied embarrassedly. I looked over at Adrian to see if he
was finished eating. When I noticed he'd cleaned his plate, I asked, "You
want to go up to my bedroom for a while?"

He looked at the clock on the wall. "Sure," he said. "But it's almost
eight. I'll have to leave soon." We got up from the table and headed to my
room.

"Here it is," I said as I opened my arms and showed him around.

"I know," he laughed. "I was here with Kenny last week."

"Yeah, right," I responded. "I forgot." I walked over to my computer and
downloaded a video game. Adrian sat beside me, letting our legs touch
lightly.

We began playing, but both of us were too nervous to concentrate on the
game. I kept looking at him, wondering what he was thinking. He put the
control down and smiled at me. I closed my eyes when he leaned in and
kissed me passionately. I moaned and put my arms around his neck, pulling
him closer to me.

I jumped when he reached down and ran his hand over my cock. He then
grabbed it and squeezed it gently. I dropped my hand and felt his erect
cock through the thin material of his athletic shorts. He moaned into my
mouth.

Just as I had pulled back the elastic band and was ready to snake my hand
into his shorts, the bedroom door flew open. We jumped apart. Billy and
Lonnie were standing in the doorway with shocked looks on their
faces. Lonnie's eyes quickly darted back and forth at the obvious bulges in
our pants.

"God, Zac," exclaimed Billy. "I'm sorry. I forgot about the knock twice and
wait thirty seconds rule. I didn't think you guys would be doing anything."
He pushed Lonnie out the door before closing it.

Adrian jumped from his chair and started pacing around the room. "Shit!
Shit! Shit!" He muttered nervously. I stood and walked over, wrapping my
arms around him.

"It's all right," I tried to assure him. "Billy's cool. He won't say
anything." He looked at me worriedly.

"What about Lonnie?"

"Billy will handle him," I said. "No one will know."

Adrian faced me with a worried look. "I can't take any chances, Zac," he
said. "If anyone finds out I'm gay, my life will be ruined." Tears began to
appear. "I'll lose everything."

He walked over to the window and stood looking out. I walked up behind him
and tried to wrap my arms around him, but he pulled away. He looked
nervously at the door. "We got to be more careful," he warned.

"It will be okay," I said assuredly. He looked over and frowned.

"Can you take me home?" I looked over at my alarm clock. It was only
8:10. I wasn't planning to take him home until around 8:30.

"We still have a little time," I said. He walked over to the door and
opened it.

He turned and said, "I really need to get home." He left and headed
downstairs. When I entered the family room, he was saying goodbye to my
parents. He didn't even look at Billy and Lonnie who were sitting on the
love seat. I glanced over and Lonnie was staring intently at me

I wondered how Billy was going to handle this. Lonnie had no idea I was gay
As long as I had known him, I had been dating Rachel. He heard Billy talk
about her all the time. I'm sure he was confused about seeing me locked in
a kissing embrace with Adrian. I just hoped that Billy would be able to
keep him quiet. Boys his age have trouble keeping secrets. If he let it
slip to another student at school what he had seen, it could be disastrous
for Adrian and me.

Adrian was silent on the ride to his home. I knew he was thinking the same
thing I was. There was no way we could maintain a gay relationship without
others finding out. It was only a matter of time before it was exposed. Too
many people knew I was gay, and it seemed the list was growing larger
everyday. I was becoming accustomed to the idea of being gay. Once I told
my parents, then I thought that I could deal with telling my close friends
and perhaps teammates. Marty had made me realize that I could live my life
happier if I was true to who I was.

But as I glanced over at Adrian, I realized that he didn't have that
option. Like he said, he could lose everything. His confidence on the
football field didn't match the confidence he had in himself. He could take
on the defensive line of an opposing team, but it didn't appear he could
stand up to his father. Valerie had said that I couldn't understand what
his home life was like. Watching his reaction tonight, I realized it may be
far worse than I had imagined.

And I also had another worry. Would he walk away from me if the pressure
became too intense? Would he close Door Number 3 in my face before I even
had a chance to open it?

"Let me off on the corner," he said as I pulled on the block leading to his
home. He didn't even want me to drive him to his house. When I looked down
the street, I understood why. There were two cars parked on the street
outside his home. About six guys were sitting on the hood or standing
around talking. If I had driven Adrian to his home, then he would have to
answer to them what a white boy was doing bringing him home.

"See you tomorrow," he said as he got out and walked away without looking
back. Depression overtook me as I heard Door Number 3 slam shut.

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