Date: Thu, 12 Apr 2012 16:44:30 +0000
From: ryanstories@yahoo.com
Subject: The Straight Side ch 1

Hey friends!

This story is A LOT different that what I usually write and what you would
read on this archive. Its all about the feelings of a straight teenage boy,
and the journey he goes through when his best friends of 15 years reveals
that he has been inlove with him for several years. How does a STRAIGHT guy
really handle something like that? What goes through his mind, really? And
how does he cope, with understanding his friend's feelings?

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The Straight Side

Seventeen year old Jordan Matthews sprinted down the stairs from his room,
grabbed two Cokes from the fridge on his way out to his best friend, Jason
Pilkington's house, propped it into his ruck sack, said goodbye to his mom
and left for Jason's house. He got into his car and drove the short way to
his best friend. That night there was gonna be so fucking much happening,
and frankly, Jordan couldn't wait! He was finally gonna lose his virginity
that night to his long standing girlfriend, Maya...good God, he was getting
horny just thinking about that! His dick was positively throbbing at the
thought. But what Jordan didn't know, was that that night, he would find
something out about his best friend, about different ways of life, about
acceptance of who people really was...and most of all, he would discover a
most delicate part about himself, which he never would have guessed
otherwise.

Jason was already waiting for him in their front yard when Jordan pulled up
and parked his car. He got out with a bright, wide smile on his face and
opened up his bag, grabbing one of the Cokes and tossing it over to Jason,
who grabbed it athetically.

"Watsup bro! Ready for the big losing of your childhood youth and innocence
tonight?" Jason joked, quoting what their Biology teacher had preeched
about when they were tackling the issue of sex between humans. Himself and
Jordan had to literally stuff their fists into their mouths to avoid a
potential detention, and then all their plans would be down the drain pipe.

"Hell yeah J-Dog, I have been this ready ever since I was thirteen and I
grew my very first fucking pube! Seriously dude, I cannot wait for
tonight. Seventeen and finally gonna fuck a girl..."

"Well if Maya wasn't so hell bent of waiting then you wouldn't have been!
Or maybe if you took my advice and got yourself another girl to stick your
dick into..."

"Come on, J-Dog, you're taking it too far now. I told you, if there was
gonna be dick sticked in pussies, it would be with Maya. Come on, lets play
a little FIFA 12 before we get ready."

Jordan and Jason had a fantastic relationship. They had literally been
friends ever since they were like two years old, when their mom's met
eachother when taking their respective kids to the park and needless to
say, the two boys immediately started playing together and the rest was
history until this day, almost fifteen years later. Jason had lost since
lost his virginity at the age of 14, when he and the girl who use to
babysit him, fucked his brains out, and eversince then, Jordan was
frustrated that he hadn't gotten the chance to do exactly the same. There
wasn't anything that Jordan nor Jason wouldn't do for eachother, like for
example, when Jason had gotten bust for smoking pot at the back of the
gymnasium at school, it was Jordan who had come forward and told the
principal that it was him who did it, not James. When Jordan had accidently
broken a windown at Jason's house when playing baseball, it was Jason who
told his parents that it was him, not Jordan. They were tight, and would
always be.

After Jason, or J-Dog, as Jordan called him, twice defeated Jordan in FIFA
12, with Jordan playing with Real Madrid and Jason with Barcelona, they
finally took a break, stunned at the time that had gone by. Jordan was to
sleep over that night, hense he brought his overnight bag. Both boys got
dressed in their clothes which they hoped would impress their dates most,
before Jason made his way downstairs as he smelt his mom's ever famous
brownies.

"Hey, hands off mister!" she playfully yelled as he managed to steal two
off the plate, stuffing one into his mouth.

"Moooom! We're going out tonight, and when we get back there will be no
left!" Jason groaned.

"I'll make sure to keep some for you and Jordan. Now you are out of here,
you don't want your clothes to stink of food, now do you?"

Jason laughed and moved into the living room, switching on the television,
hoping for some Sports Center beforehe heard Jordan coming down the
stairs. Something within Jason lurched as he saw his best buddy...something
that has been troubling and confusing him for well over two years now. At
first he just shrugged it off as teenage hormones or shit like that, but it
just refused to go away. Jordan was dressed in a red shirt with a surfer's
picture riding the waves on his board, aswell as black jeans, with his
signature Calvin Klein belt, with the Jesus necklace hanging around his
neck. His hair was gelled, and full out of his eyes, to fully bring out the
seventeen year old's georgeous looks. Jason turned away, and forced himself
to think about what the evening would bring, but no matter how hard he
thought about girls, their boobs, their legs, their pussies, their soft
hair...each and every time it was replaced by Jordan and his good looks,
Jordan, his best friend, Jordan, for whom he would do anything in the
world. He refused to believe what his mind and what his heart told him
these feelings towards Jordan was called. Boys simply do not feel this way
towards other boys, especially if they are best friends for fifteen years.

"Looking good, J-Dog!" Jordan said as he saw Jason dressed in his blue and
white striped buttoned up shirt, khaki pants relaxing in his layed back
demeanor.

"Same there, bro! Its still an hour before we gotta pick up Sandra and
Maya, wanna hang for a bit?"

"Sure, what's on tv?"

"Nothing much, here, I snatched you a brownie. One of mom's."

"Thanks, J-Dog. Hey, the whole time that I was getting ready, I had this
fucking boner that I just HAD to get rid of..."

"Stop right there, Jordan...where exactly did you get rid of it?"

"In your room..."

"You fucking bastard! Where the fuck did you shoot your cum?"

"On your bed..."

Jason angrily jumped up and ran upwards towards his room. He stormed over
to his bed...nothing...he franctically turned around to hear Jordan hanging
onto the cupboard to keep from falling down, so hard he was laughing.

"Should have known better than to believe you, you fucker," Jason said,
severly embarrased.

"You should have seen your face, J-Dog!!" Jason managed to get out as he
clutched his stomach in sheer laughter. The thing that Jason didn't wanna
tell Jordan was that he WANTED it to be true. He wanted to have Jordan's
cum on his bed, in his mouth...

Jason rushed over to the bathroom and locked the door. He held onto the
basin to keep a sence of normalcy, to keep his feelings under control. This
was far worse than he ever thought he could handle. He so hoped and prayed
that it would be just a phase or his hormones, but it wasn't. He had
honestly lost the fight. He was IN LOVE with Jordan, his fucking best
friend. His parents, if they EVER found out what he was feeling they would
disown him, throw his ass out of the house, never have anything to do with
him again. His dad was the town's pastor, and there was no way he would
EVER condone feelings like this. But what was hurting him the most, was
that Jordan, would never feel the same way about him. Look at how excited
Jordan was about losing his virginity tonight. The reason that Jason had
pushed Jordan into this, was he thought that if he could face the facts
taht Jordan was gay full in the face, by him finally sleeping with Maya,
then we would possibly get over Jordan and finally accept that Jordan would
never be his.

But his plan grossly backfired. His heart was aching, so much so that he
looked up into the bathroom mirror and saw the unshed tears in his own eyes
that he refused to allow out.

"Why, God? Why did you make me in love with my best friend..." he whispered
as he finally could not keep the tears in any longer. He clutched that
basin in his hands as if he wanted to rip it from the walls. But he also
knew that doing that, would no take away these feelings. Thus far, he had
always hoped he would get over it, but since the beginning of the year, he
knew he HAD to accept it, and hide it, but because Jordan still hadn't
gotten any sex out of Maya, there was the small little hope that was
created inside Jason's mind. But that same small hope was burning its very
last flame. Because after Jordan sleeps with Maya tonight, it was all
over. He sighed and wiped away his tears.

"J-Dog? You okay, bro?" he heard Jordan calling him, his heart fluttering
everytime he heard his voice. WHY WHY WHY couldn't he feel this way about a
GIRL?? WHY??? Jason straightned his back and unlocked the door.

"Hey dude, I'm...I'm really not feeling well. I think you better go on the
date with Maya, and I'll just called Sandra and tell her I feel like
shit. Must have been something I ate..."

"Come on J-Dog! You cannot drop me like this?" Jordan said, really
dissapointed. He really wanted to share this night with Jason, his best
friend. They had a bond which very seldom two boys could rival.

"Dude, I'm not feeling well, okay? If I go with, I'll fucking vomit my guts
out infront of Sandra and Maya. Then Maya sure as fuck won't give you any
sex tonight."

"Okay J-Dog, but if you need anything..."

"...then my mom will be here. Dude, go and enjoy your date and whatever
happens afterwards. You have waited long enough. Please, I'll be fine."

"Are you fucking sure? I can cancel Maya..." Jordan pressed on, which
really just pushed the anger and hurt even more deeper inside Jason's
heart.

"Yeah, bro. Come back afterwards and you can still sleepover. Maybe I'll
feel better later on. Im just gonna tell my mom," Jason said before turning
away from Jordan. It took all his seflcontrol to do what he just did. He
willingly walked away from Jordan, because he fucking knew, that this was
it. After tonight, there would be no chance, no fucking chance, that Jordan
would ever be romantically intested in him.

Eventually Jordan was ready to leave and pick up Maya. Sandra had been
pissed like mad when Jason told her he wasn't feeling well, but to hell
with her. Jason stood up and walked Jordan over to his car.

"Dude...just be sure that you wear a condom, okay? I don't think you wanna
be a father just yet," Jason tried to make a joke, just to make himself
feel better.

"Haha, no way! This monster still has lots of asses and pussies to fuck
before he makes me a daddy! Wow...but think about it, J-Dog...having a
little boy who looks just like you...teaching him to play football and
shit...One day, we will look back on this day J-Dog, when he both are old
and our wives are in the graves! Shit, I gotta go, don't wanna keep Maya
waiting! Are you sure you're gonna be okay?" Jordan asked, placing his hand
around Jason's shoulder.

Jason's complexion was as hard as steel when he said: "Yeah bro, you just
go on and have a good time."

Then Jordan did exactly what Jason had begged him mentally NOT to do...he
embraced his best friend very, very tighly, and Jason...just once...allowed
his forehead to gently rest on Jordan's shoulder, as he silently breathed
in the latter's scent, that special part of Jordan which made him
Jordan....then it was gone, as Jordan released him.

"I'll tell you everything tonight when I get back, okay? Lets hope I don't
fucking cum in like 5 seconds or something! I love you, J-Dog," he said
before he winked at Jason, turned around and got into his car. He honked
the hooter before Jason couldn't see him anymore. The tears that he was
trying so badly to hide, now just unleashed themselves on Jason's
face. Jordan loved kids, he badly loves girls, that was all he talked
about. He really wanted to be a father some day, he always said he wanted
to be like his parents, who really, loved eachother after being married for
25 years.

What right did he, Jason have to keep Jordan from having that? What right
did he have as a boy to want Jordan for himself? To take away from him what
he really wanted out of life? Jason looked up at the nightsky, the moon
just inching out behind those trees, the leaves and small branches of the
later moving so swiftly in the summer breeze. It was then that Jason made
up his mind, to a plan that has been coming along in his mind for the last
couple of weeks. He had always hoped, but it just wasn't meant to be.

Jason walked back into the house, and told his mom to not to wake him up,
as he wanted to get some sleep before Jordan got back from his date. He
didn't want any disturbances...he closed his bedroom door behind him and
fell flat onto his bed as he started to cry. He buried his face inside his
thick pillow and screamed his frustrations out in his heartbreaking
cries. After a few minutes, he got up, he really needed to see Jordan's
face. He reached under his bed, and pulled out a photo album, the same one
had had looked through every night for the past few weeks. It was an album
that he created especially for himself and Jordan. Even though each photo
was familiar to him by now, this time he looked at them as if seeing them
for the first time.

Pics of him and Jordan at the beach, at the mall, at the sports events at
school, a few younger ones of them eating ice cream, smearing eachother
with mud and clay, running around semi naked as toddlers, their very first
time drinking coffee together, their graduation from kindergarten and
Junior High, and then his most prized possession, the one photo which Jason
just could not tear his eyes from, which was standing on his night stand.

It was taken two months ago, when Jason had his seventeenth birthday. He
and Jordan had their arms around eachother, smiling for Jordan's mom as she
took the photo. Jason didn't even give all the photo's second thoughts, but
two days after his birthday, Jordan had given him the photo completely
framed. They looked so happy that day. Jason turned the frame and took the
photo itself out. On the back Jordan had written:

"For the best buddy a dude could ever have!

I love you, J-Dog.

Jordan"

The tears continued to flow as Jason more and more realised that his love
for Jordan was never gonna be returned in he way he wanted, needed it. He
forcefully grabbed and threw the album out of his window so hard that it
snapped against the window cill before falling to the ground. With his eyes
blurred because of wetness, he rushed to his diary and tore out two random
pages, grabbed a pen and started writing. When he was done he carefully
grabbed two envelopes from his school stationary and placed the two letters
respectively inside their own ones. As if his body was controlled by a
robot, he quietly unlocked the door, and he walked to the top of the
stairs. His parents were peacefully watching Dancing with the Stars, so he
made his move. He walked into his parents's bedroom, and he punched in the
security code to open the safe that his father had built in. With his hands
really shaking now, he took out the gun, feeling the coldness of the handle
and the metal surfice underneath his fingers. It had to be done.

He walked back to his room and locked the door. He quietly sat on the bed
and reached for the photo of himself and Jordan.

"I love you...I love you so much..." he said before clutching it tightly to
his heart, his tears once more flowing. When he looked up, his face was
stone cold and he slowly reached for the gun. He looked around his room, as
if to say goodbye, and then gently lifted the gun to his head.

A sudden sound shook his entire body, as he noticed his cellphone vibrating
on his nightstand. He allowed the gun to fall next to him, grabbed his
phone. It was a text message. From Jordan.

"Dude...this is it! She's gone to the toilet, and Im waiting in her room!
Wish me luck! ?"

The only sound that Jason heard was his phone falling onto the carpet. He
closed his eyes, and sent a silent prayer to the Man upstairs. He then
mechanically walked to his his bed, and grabbed the gun once more, and held
it to his sleep.

"I love you, Jordan..." he croaked as he pulled the trigger.

***

As Jordan got back to Jason's house, there only a single light on
inside. They normally climbed over the fence and then up the tree outside
J-Dog's bedroom to get inside even since they were younger. Once he was in
the room, and looked over as Jason's bed, but he wasn't there. It was also
so fucking dark, he couldn't see straight. He walked over carefully towards
the switch and turned it on...only for his eyes to widen dramatically and a
strange cry escaping from his throat. He frantically pulled at the door,
but it was locked, but once it was, he stormed out towards J-Dog's parents
who was peacefully drinking coffee in the kitchen.

"Jordan! Hey buddy, it looks like you saw a ghost!" Pastor Pilkington
laughed.

"Want some coffee, Jordan? I was just waiting for you to come back before
checking on Jason. Poor thing, I wonder what was making him sick earlier,"
Mrs Pilkington said.

Jordan was stuck, moulded to where he was standing. It was Pastor
Pilkington who saw that something was terribely, terribely wrong.

"Jordan?" he asked, before the latter finally got a word out.

"J...J-Dog, he's..."

Pastor Pilkington gave his wife one look, and combined with Jordan's
strange behaviour, he dashed upstairs with his wife in close persuit. And
as Jordan heard the screams and the frantic movement aswell as the crying
that was coming from upstairs, he suddenly lost his balance and fell into a
darkness that felt never ending.



Thanks for reading. There has been so many stories on Nifty dealing with
how gay teenagers handle the pressure and the heartache of being inlove
with a straight guy. I wanted to write this from the straight person
(Jordan)'s point of view, and how he will cope knowing his best friend
committed suicide, because he was inlove with him and couldn't bare to tell
him.

The character of Jordan is really straight, and had nothing except pure
brotherly love for Jason, whom he affectionately called J-Dog. In the next
chapter, Jordan gets to read the letter Jason had written to him. How will
he handle why Jason did what he did?

Please send me a e-mail at ryanstories@yahoo.com I always make sure that I
reply to each and every one I get!

I will be writing a brand new mystery story in the College section, called
Where is Jonny Parker?



All my love,
Ryan White