Date: Thu, 23 Sep 2010 13:28:51 -0700 (PDT)
From: Clay Durdin <claytonmichaeldurdin (at) yahoo (dot) com>
Subject: Dylan and Joe Revised 1-2

	Hi. My name is Dylan. Dylan Andrews. I'm 18 years old and I'm a
senior in high school; a very small high school in the northwestern corner
of Mississippi. And if you haven't guessed as much, I'm also gay. Around
here, that's not the most popular choice. In the `Bible belt',
homosexuality is frowned upon. In the south, fags or any other different
persons are hated, well by most.
	In my school, I was fairly popular. Never the most popular but
everyone knew me and I knew them. We talked. My worst enemies, though, were
the jocks, if you want to label them that. They really weren't that great
at sports, but to give them a label... any who.
	This is about one of my most memorable moments from my senior year
in high school, well other than graduation of course.
	My physics class, the most boring class of my morning was right
after my pre-calculus class. I hate math but love science, and physics is a
mix of both so it's ok. My teacher is a nut. Seriously. He needs more
grades this week to please the principal, so he gives us all weekend
projects in groups. We were studying the principles of combustion,
implosion, and explosion so we all did something with fire; which most of
loved because it fire! Hello! The bad news was we had to film the project
and the old fart picked our partners for us. He made the claim that the
principal has told him to pick the groups so that they are diverse and
fair. The old bastard also refuses to pair guys and girls, because it would
be a bad image to the school, even if we were related, which sucks because
my cousin, Cassie, and I work very well together.
	He pairs the class up and only two are left, the most popular
pretty boy who plays several sports but isn't overly muscular, Joseph
Benjamins and I. I was completely shocked! Joe was the best athlete in the
county and also the only `jock' I could think of at our po-dunk school that
didn't pick on me, well not to my face anyways.
	I walk over to him and he didn't look too pleased. Well to be
honest, he looked scared. But his eyes, a pristine greenish-blue, they were
captivating none the less. They looked surprised and had that glimmer of
excitement in them.
	I sat down next to him and said, "Hey. My parents are out of town
for the weekend and I've got a bonfire area set-up in my backyard, would
you like to work at my house?" I was so nervous talking to him. He was hot
to say the least. He had this soft shade of brown hair and he wore it in
the surfer style, where his bangs swept across his forehead. He was wearing
a taught, red Aeropostale shirt and a stylish, ruffed pair of jeans.
	"Umm... yeah sure," he replied shyly. It was rather cute. "How
about we do a campout too? I mean we have to work with the fire outside, so
why not sleep out there as well," he managed to say stammering. Damn it why
didn't I think of that first!
	"Yeah that's a fantastic idea! I'll grill us something to eat while
we wait for the sun to set. I've got a big tent and stuff. Yeah it'll be
great." I was grateful that my parents had bought that tent so big, because
I have problems sleeping on the ground so I've got to use a cot to sleep
on. But with both of us sharing the tent, and me only having one cot, it
was going to be a problem. I just wouldn't feel right sleeping on the cot
and him having to sleep on the ground. But I'll just put that to the back
of my mind and worry about it later when it actually mattered.
	After school, Joe had to go home and grab some clothes for the
night and to tell his parents about the project and overnight stay. They
had no problem what so ever because they were going out of town to see a
play that night and wouldn't be home to cook dinner for him.
	When I got home, I pulled out the tent and some steaks for our
supper. I put the tent out back so it would be out of my way. Then I began
to make my homemade recipe marinade, which was just a homemade Italian
dressing; my maternal grandparents are Italian. I also got out some
asparagus and bacon and started wrapping them together; as well as
preparing potatoes to be twice baked and stuffed with more bacon, chives,
and cheese and whatever else the cutie jock wanted.
	I was outside starting the grill when Joe pulled up. He walked to
the back as I was putting the steaks on. "Wow! Steaks! You really didn't
have to do that. I would've been fine with burgers or hotdogs dude." He
seemed flattered that I was cooking for him a decent meal. To me it was
normal. My parents and I were definitely not hurting for money so we really
had the steaks to spare, and could afford fresh asparagus and quality
bacon.
	"Naw, it's only the best for me. If you would prefer me to cook
some burgers, I'll go thaw some ground beef." I was serious. If he didn't
want the steaks and wraps, I would save them and reheat them later.
	"No need to do that. I mean you've already got the stuff going."
	"Good! You'll love it!"
	While everything cooked, we just talked about different things.
	We talked about school mostly. I just got so lost in his words that
I never even heard him ask me a question directly, "Hey, earth to Dylan."
	"Huh?" I asked breaking out of my trance.
	"I asked you a question dude," he told me exasperatingly.
	"Oh I am so sorry. I must have zoned off into space." I realized
that that might not sound too good to say to him so to counter my fault I
said, "you are not boring me though. I just do that a lot. Talking about
school bores me."
	"Oh I completely understand." He just grinned at me. It made me
wonder what he was thinking in that cute head of his.
	Oh GOD please control yourself Dylan I thought. You do NOT need to
get a boner in front of him! He will never talk to you again!
	So playing off my on coming erection I jumped up quickly and ran to
check on the grilling food. Once I was outside I was able to get my
thoughts and hormones in check and forced my half-hard-on to go down by
thinking of Cassie, my cousin. It worked.
	That is until he was there next to me saying, "Man that sure smells
good! I can't wait to dig in!"
	"You must not eat this well often do you?" I asked
	"No. Not really. My parents can afford food just not the best of
it. I help out by working at the Sub shop in town but it doesn't really do
us much."
	"Oh well I really don't want to intrude on your life but do you
wanna talk about it?"
	"Um... I guess. I really don't know where to start though." He said
this all in one breath it seemed like and staring straight down at the
ground.
	"Well, how about your parents."
	"There great! They both work really hard to support us. They are
the reason I try to do my best in school and in my sports; to make them
proud."
	"Oh I didn't mean to upset you about them. I wasn't trying to say
they were bad parents. But I guess what you did say was what I was getting
at," I laughed.
	"Oh. Yeah. I knew that, but what about your parents?"
	"Mine are busy bees. Mom is a Vet and dad is the new chaplain at
the hospital. They are hardly here. Like this weekend, mom is out of town
on some conference and dad went with her but only so that he could meet
with another chaplain to golf. But when they are home we do everything
together."
	"So then do they know about you?"
	"What do you mean?" I knew what he meant; I just wanted to hear him
say it.
	"You know," he said stuttering, "about the whole, um, gay thing."
	"Oh that. Yeah they know. And boy what a shocker it was to them
when they found out. Or maybe it was how they found out. They caught me
kissing a boy from band camp in the summer between eight and ninth
grade. But they eventually got over it. Well mom did. She is actually
talking about taking me to meet some of her colleagues that are gay if I
ever have any questions about anything."
	"And your dad?"
	"Well he chooses to ignore it but that's dad. He will never believe
anything he does not like. Wait. Why are we talking about me? This was all
supposed to be about you," I said while laughing.
	"Oh, well you seem like more of a talker. I like to listen."
	Wow. It was kind of cheesy but cute all at the same time. A jock,
no, a straight BOY who wanted to listen. Well maybe not so straight jock
after all.

Ok. So tell me what you guys think. I have a few more plans for the cute
jock and Mr. Dylan whom I haven't shared many details about, but not to
worry. Those are to come!