Date: Mon, 16 May 2016 14:54:01 +0000 (UTC)
From: doncornelius69 (at) yahoo (dot) com
Subject: We Will Remember Them, part 1 -

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"... at the going down of the sun and in the morning,
We will remember them."
Ode of Remembrance, taken from For The Fallen

July, 2012

So much has happened in the almost four years since I started seventh grade
that writing this seems kind of trite, as if the memories and stories I
have to tell are worth so much more than ink and paper. My psychiatrist
thinks it'll help me process all that's happened. In her words, for only
being sixteen, I've had what she calls a 'big life'. It's been eventful and
those events have not always been good. One in particular, which happened
such a short time ago that it still hurts like a knife twisting in my chest
every time my mind so much as glances at the memory, is the reason I'm
seeing a psychiatrist.

I came out just after my fifteenth birthday and that event became the
catalyst for my father being awarded primary custody of me and my
sister. The judge adjudicating my parents custody battle spent months
trying to find another way, but with my mothers engagement to a man whose
son, one year older than me and one of my closest friends, was gay and whom
my father and his attorney accused of leading me to homosexuality... well,
let's just say the decision by a small town judge was entirely
predictable. While my father may have thought he was protecting me, he was
actually making sure I went down the path he absolutely didn't want me to
travel.

The trouble in my family started the summer before sixth grade. While
mother took my sister and I to Disney World, my father was moving out of
the house into another place. At first, I didn't think it was permanent
which was reinforced by my father so I didn't worry overmuch about
it. Beside, I had other things on my mind. Sixth grade was the first year
we changed for PE and it became clear to me that I cared more how guys
looked than girls. Much of it was, I'll grant, nothing more than comparing
myself to others. Still, I knew something was different since I didn't
really care as much as the other guys did about girls. They all chalked it
up to an embarrassment of riches, that since I was cute and always dressed
well (thanks, mom!) I had an easy time getting a girl to 'go with
me'. There was some truth to that... no one ever turned me down. Of course,
since I didn't really pay attention to them, they also didn't stick around
long. Who can blame them... I was inadvertently playing on every human
insecurity imaginable... I was terrible at compliments and could be badly
aloof at all the wrong moments. I made one girl cry just by complimenting
another girl on the dress she was wearing at a dance ( I hadn't
complimented my date other than to say "You look nice" when I showed up to
her house). Someone could have easily misdiagnosed me with Aspergers.

There were also other indications regarding the team I was destined for,
like the fact that I found just jerking off with one of my friends WAY more
exciting that getting to second base with any girl I was with.

By the summer, I was really looking forward to seventh grade. I was excited
about playing football and all summer I'd worked for my dad outside so I'd
put on some muscle, tanned my white ass, and had dropped the rest of my
baby fat. I also made it known that for my birthday in September all I
wanted was for my father to move back home.

I didn't get my wish. In fact, the day of my birthday was when my father
let me know it wasn't happening while on the way to 7 am practice. After
that, I pretty much gave up on football. I didn't like it anymore. My
psychiatrist would tell me my decisions were driven by that event and it
made sense as my father loved football and loved watching me
play. Subconsciously, I'd made the immature decision to hurt him by giving
up something I really liked. That day, all I wanted was for him to drop me
at my mothers house so I could stay in bed and cry. Instead, he told me to
man up and shoved me out the door to go to practice (you don't want the
other guys seeing you like this?, he asked stupidly). Having been friends
with just about all of them since elementary, they knew something was wrong
despite my best efforts at appearing chipper. I didn't break down, just
told them I'd had an argument with my dad and left it at that.

We'd started school two weeks prior and there was a new kid who seemed to
take a lot of interest in me. Unlike the feelings I had toward my other
friends, this guy made my stomach start to knot up even when he glanced at
me. I knew I was gay at that point, but I'd decided I was going to bottle
that up, a task made damn near impossible by Josh. He was a year older than
me, and within the first two days of school had almost every girl ready to
do whatever he wanted. Unfortunately for them, all he wanted was to be
friends because he was as queer as a three dollar bill. Now, if you're
going to be gay in a small town in Texas, it's a good idea to be big,
built, and strong as hell, all of which described Josh. He had a few fights
those first two weeks (one guy needed his jaw wired shut after, he let the
other go after just breaking his arm) but that ground to a halt after their
first football game where Josh, who really did love playing, took the
opposing teams QB out of the game with one hit. After that, if you weren't
cool with Josh, you could take it up with the football team. The entire
team.

Most of the eighth graders didn't really pay attention to our games. One of
the few who did was Josh, who'd cheer me on at various times. He was always
friendly with me at school and toward the end of September asked me if I'd
like to sleep over, an invitation to which I replied with an enthusiastic
yes. The smile it brought to his face made me warm all over and if I have
to pinpoint the first time I actually fell in love, it would be that moment
with that beautiful guy. He was already 5' 10" and I was barely 5'5". The
difference in weight was even more dramatic...soaking wet I was a solid 120
pounds while Josh was easily 190. Where my abs were lightly etched into my
abdomen, his were cut, like cobblestones sitting right underneath his
perfect skin.

That Friday I was pretty nervous. Usually on Fridays we went to the varsity
football game and this Friday was no different except that we arrived
together and sat together which of course got everyone talking. Being a
small town, we weren't nearly as grade stratified... we'd all grown up
together and we were all friends. When he got up to go to the concession
stand I was mobbed by the girls who all wanted to know if we were going
together. I just laughed and said no, we're just friends. When he came back
he asked what was going on and one of the girls asked him if we were going
out to which he smoothly replied "No, we're just friends. Rob's straight."
After he sat back down, he gave me a subtle nudge with this leg and, as I
looked up at his face, I saw him smile and wink. At that point I knew Josh
cared a lot about me.

After the game, his housekeeper (his father traveled a lot as he was
winding down some of his business activities to spend more time with Josh
whose mother had died three years before) picked us up and drove us back to
the sprawling house Josh's father had built. We raided the kitchen then
ensconced ourselves in Josh's room eating, playing games, and talking. We'd
been there about thirty minutes when I caught him looking at me. He just
blushed and went back to eating potato chips.

"Why'd you lie to Amy", I asked.

"It's not my place to out you, that's gotta be something you decide for
yourself. I have to admit I wish you would because I'd be so happy to call
you my boyfriend. For now, I'm perfectly happy to settle for friends."

I crawled over to him and got really close. "Who said you have to settle?"

I could feel the hairs on the back of my head stand on end from the tension
between the two of us. Desire, mixed with desperate need and anticipation,
all thoroughly soaked in the hormonal mix of teenage boys created an almost
palpable feeling that was at once completely familiar, yet unnameable.

My entire body tingled as he brought his right hand up to cup my cheek
while staring into my eyes with a power I'd never felt before. He gently
slid his hand to the back of my head, cupping it and gently tilting it as
he leaned in for our first kiss. And then... nothing.

We kissed, with passion at first and it instantly subsided. He pulled back
and I opened my eyes to see a confused look on his face.

"Let me try that again," and he want in for another kiss. And still,
nothing. No butterflies. No knots. No stars or exploding fireworks. Just
wet, soft, perfect lips that excited neither of us.

"I can't believe it," Josh said. "I've been so wound up about you since the
first day of school but when I kiss you, it's like I'm kissing... a
friend."

"I was going to say my sister, but yeah... I still feel close to you but
there's nothing sexual"

He sighed, looking at the floor, "I guess this means we're just supposed to
be friends," and he looked up with a completely dejected look on his face.

"Looks that way," I said with a smile. Which made him turn beet red and
then he died laughing. At that moment, I lost the first guy I was
romantically interested in and found a new best friend who got me in a way
that no one else ever had. To this day, my mother and stepfather remark
that it's sometimes like we're twins.

We spent the rest of the night talking and playing games, goofing around
and looking at porn on the internet.

The next morning we ate, went swimming and goofed around until my mother
came to pick us up to go meet everyone at a theater for a movie, which was
usually what we all did on Saturdays if we didn't have a party or a dance
instead. Of course, getting questions from people who weren't at the game
was a lot easier since we could be truthful ("No, really, we're just
friends") but, to me, there was something different. We weren't just
friends... Josh felt like an older brother. The one who teaches you about
sex, how to throw a perfect spiral or how to catch a pop up fly (though, in
all honesty, Josh wasn't much of a baseball guy and was genuinely bad at
catching pop ups).

Throughout the remainder of seventh grade I went out with girls. Josh
didn't really date anyone, just hooked up with a couple of guys he told me
about. That changed the day he came running up to me after school at my
locker to ask if I know Lane Daniels. It was late April and the band had
started marching outside while the football team was coming out of
offseason and running drills, preparing for them to move on to high school
next year (seventh grade athletics were first period). He'd caught one of
the band guys looking at him and who could blame him... Josh was wearing
those too high gym shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt that exposed his
sculpted abdomen. He asked Alan who the guy was and Alan told him it was
his cousin, Lane.

"Oh, Lane... why haven't I seen him before", Josh asked.

Alan, still not catching why there's so much sudden interest in his cousin,
replies, "He's been living with his father over in Louisiana, but he told
his daddy he was gay and he shipped him back here as fast as he could. My
aunt couldn't be happier to have him back.... wait a second, are you
interested in him?"

"Well, yeah... from what little I can tell, he's cute as hell. Please don't
tell me I can't?!"

Alan sighed and looked at the ground. He didn't know how to deal with this
sort of thing. He was the oldest of three kids and he'd be out of high
school before his sisters were done with sixth grade. Dissuading suitors
from approaching family wasn't something he'd ever been prepared for. He
was usually the one being dissuaded by an older brother.

"I'm not... you're a good guy and I trust you. Just remember, he's my
cousin and I love him. He's been through a lot so don't make it worse."

"Of course not. I really just want to get to know him before I ask him out"

Alan smiled, "I think I can help set that up. Just remember... if you hurt
him, I'll fucking kill you."  Josh just nodded to let Alan know he'd heard
and understood the threat. It may have been empty, but something told Josh
Lane was special and that Alan probably would at least try to fuck him up
if he did something wrong. The thought made Josh unhappy as he and Alan had
been friends since that first week. Alan, despite it being completely
unnecessary, had always stood up for Josh.

In response to the breathless question from Josh, yes, I knew and liked
Lane. Alan lived down the street from me so we'd been friends growing
up. His mother and Lane's were sisters and very close with my mother so
every summer day when we were kids was a party either at the Club, their
house, or ours. That all stopped when Lane's parents divorced and his daddy
got primary custody.

Josh just stood in front of me, sweating lightly and working hard to catch
his breath.

"Is Lane back?"

"Yep. Alan said his daddy sent him to live with his mother when he came
out!"

"Dude, do you have to be so happy about it?"

"OK, so maybe it's a little inappropriate, but seriously, he's gorgeous. I
caught him checking me out when we were running drills and the band was
practicing."

I finished up at my locker and started to walk down the hall to the
office. My mother was an education consultant and did a lot of work with
the school district here. Today, she was at my school and had told me to
wait for her in the office so we could pick up my sister, Cat, and go home.

"So, you've talked to Alan about all this and now you've... shit, is that
Lane?" I asked looking ahead in the hallway to a guy who was about like me,
same height but a lighter build (I'd grown an inch during the year and
thanks to Josh had managed to add about 15 pounds) and dark brown hair.

Josh sucked air through his teeth and hissed out "YEEESSSSS. Please
introduce me."

As we got close to him, I called out, "Lane, is that you?". He looked over
at me with a wan smile and I closed this distance between us to give him a
brohug.

He pulled back after the hug and smiled at me. I hadn't seen him in three
years and I had to admit it was good to have him back.

"How've you been kiddo? You've gotten big... hell, you're probably stronger
than me now!"

"Yeah, thanks to this jackass," and I motioned over to Josh who
smiled. "Lane, this is Josh Hastings. He and his father just moved here at
the beginning of the school year."

The oddest thing then happened... the normally straight forward and
outgoing Josh looked like he was about to shit his pants. I looked from him
to Lane and could tell Lane was a little scared. I could imagine a thought
like...

'FUCK! It's that monster from the football team! I know he caught me
looking and he's just realizing it was me. Oh fuck, fuck fuck, fuckity
fuck... He's going to punch in my brain.'

...which, it turned out from a later conversation, was damn near what he'd
been thinking.

Finally, Josh's face breaks into one of his 'Oh, I'm cute?' signature
smiles as he holds out his hand to Lane. Lane visibly seems to relax and he
moves his own hand toward Josh. They connect, and, and, AND...

Nothing. No movement. It was like both had shoved a fork into a 110 volt
socket and neither could let go. They were motionless, eyes focused
intently on each other and nothing else moving. I didn't even think they
were breathing.

To be honest, I kinda sensed that this was a special moment and there's
nothing to make that more awkward than having a third wheel gawking at
you. I think we were going on a minute before I finally cleared my
throat. Nothing. So, I kept doing it until Lane, not Josh, LANE, looked
over at me and said, "Are you OK?"

"Yeah, I'm good... just wanted to welcome you back! Alan has my number so
text me when you get settled in so I have yours. Josh?"

No response (in my head I heard someone from a hospital show yell 'Grab the
paddles, were going to try to resuscitate!).

"Josh?"

And again, he's looking right at Lane who refocuses on him, and smiles,
while saying, "Josh, Rob's trying to get your attention," very softly. Josh
finally turns to me with a look on his face that says everything... only a
moron would have needed to look at his crotch for additional confirmation.

"Hey," he says to me.

"Hey back at ya... I gotta go meet my mother. Call me later!" and with
that, I was gone. I didn't even glance back, just kinda giggled to myself
and said a silent prayer that some day I'd meet someone who sent me falling
on my ass, just like that.

Walking into the office I saw my sister already sitting on a chair.

"What are you doing here?"

She looked kinda angry, like someone put their thumb in her glass as they
were bringing it to her. My sister is the person closest to me, despite the
more than two year gap in age. Even Josh, with whom I'd become extremely
close, couldn't really compete and made the comment after we'd gotten
really carried away with something we thought was funny that being around
us often felt like he was never in on the joke. That, in a nutshell, is how
my father usually feels as well. We never know quite what to say about it
since the last thing we'd ever want to do is make someone feel bad.

"Mom told me to ride the bus over here and wait in the office. The bus is
gross and I hate it like poison."

I thought about what she said for a minute... "Well, thank God you don't
have to ride it often."

"That's not funny Rob," she said as we both giggled a little. It really
wasn't funny, but we giggled because we both understood the need to for a
mood change. We sat there, doing our homework, waiting for my mother to
wrap up. She ducked her head out about 20 minutes after I got there to
check on us. My mother is one of those women who at 80 will still be
beautiful. She's got an amazing smile and fantastic eyes that sparkle.

"I should be done in about 30 minutes and we can get out of here. What are
you doing?"

In unison, we both said, "Homework".

"OK, think about what you want for dinner and we can pick it up on the way
home."

I knew what Cat would want (Pizza, it was all she ever seemed to want) and
I was fine with that. She just looked over at me and I nodded. A little
over 30 minutes later, mother returned and we left. The summer before she'd
bought her first car with her own money. Every car she'd ever owned prior
to that had been purchased by her father or her husband. She was very proud
of that E350 and made damn sure we kept our greasy paws from messing it up.

We got home a little after 5 and Cat and I went to our rooms to change and
finish homework. In my case, the homework was done so I took a little nap
and got online. We ate dinner at 630, like usual, and by seven we were off
doing other things. In my case, other things turned into an hour long call
with Josh during which he gave me the blow by blow on the afternoon after I
left.

Highlights included:

"He's got the cutest dimples!"

"His hair is so thick and wavy but it looks so soft!"

"Those lips... they remind me of yours but they're just somehow better," to
which I replied, "Maybe because they're connected to someone with whom
you've actually got a shot."

"Lane's eyes are like emeralds"

After leaving me they'd walked out to the parking lot where Josh's dad was
waiting to pick him up. He offered Lane a ride and he declined saying he
lived just a few blocks away. Josh then asked his dad if the had time to go
to Baskin Robbins with a pleading look in his eyes that said 'PLEASE DAD,
MAKE THIS HAPPEN' and his father, being pretty smart for a dad, said
sure. Josh extended an invite and Lane gladly accepted.

Neil Hastings, Josh's father, loved his son more than anything. Josh had
come out to him a year before, two years after his mother died. He'd
already caught him experimenting with girls so he was understandably
shocked and even more so when he found out his 12 year old son was about as
sexually active as your average fraternity boy at a southern university.

Instantly, baby sitters changed from high school girls to old ladies. It
seemed Josh had developed a real talent for luring babysitters into the
bathroom just as he was stepping out of the shower where they could see
that, from a genetic standpoint, he was an exceptionally well put together
young man. Needless to say, when Neil asked his son if he was sure he was
gay, the response was a breathless 'yes, I've confirmed it'. Josh had told
me all this while we were discussing things we'd done. I knew I was FAR
behind him in terms of absolute numbers but the truth was rather more
shocking and I suddenly felt like a very little boy chatting about sex with
a guy who'd seen more action than any five grown men.

Neil would do anything for Josh and the guy he was interested in. If Josh
had asked him to drive them to the moon, he would have found a way so
taking them for ice cream was easy.

As they lined up at the counter, Josh told Lane to go ahead. When he got to
the register he pulled out his wallet only to hear Neil say, "Son, I'm
buying. Please put your wallet up."

Lane and Josh sat together while Neil sat in another booth, observant but
not eavesdropping. He knew what he was looking at and for a brief second
worried if maybe Josh was moving too far, too fast. Sex was one thing, but
love was quite another. He knew that look on his son's face, it was the
same as the one his mother always had on hers when she saw Neil walk into a
room. To me, hearing Neil's side of all this more than two years after the
fact was kind of comical and, frankly, jealousy inducing. I never imagined
my father doing something like it or even being so tender as to notice how
I looked at anyone else, let alone a boy. This all came out of Neil one
night when he caught me up in the living room just staring out the window,
despondent. It was the end of July 2011, before we left to spend two weeks
at Neil's place in California. I'd been told earlier that day about my
father's intention to move us full time to Plano and, as an extra kick to
the teeth, that the guy whom I'd been dating had been cheating on me with
three other guys and two girls. I'd shared this with Josh and begged him
not to tell Neil or my mother since I didn't want to add to their already
considerable emotional overhead.

And Josh, of course, ignored me. He also managed to find Kurt that evening
and beat the shit out of him. While I was viscerally pleased with the
latter, it was the former for which I was initially angry but would forgive
him the next day. Neil and I had one of the best talks I've ever had with
anyone about love and relationships. I've thought about that often these
last few months because I followed his advice and never gave in to fear and
cynicism, I gave of myself fully to the man I'd meet less than a month
later and I never looked back. It gave me the ability to truly love another
person and it's helping me through the pain of losing him now.

Josh, back in 2009, was rambling on and on and I finally had to shut him
down.

"Ok, so you like him... do you think he likes you?"

"Rob, come on... it's me. Of course he did. He absolutely loved what he saw
on the field. I mean, I'm hot as fuck."

Not knowing Josh, that's not all him making fun of self absorbed
jackasses. He has a unique talent for picking up on the interest of
others. It's like advanced gaydar, he can see not only that your gay but
pretty accurately gauge your level of interest in him. Some folks have way
too much and then there are people like me you have to hit over the head to
let them know you're interested.

"Sure, he thinks you're hot... but was he engaged in the conversation or
where you babbling on and monopolizing it?"

"Of course he talked... he told me about his life after his parents got
divorced, how difficult it was to live in Louisiana and about how his
father has basically disowned him. Truth be told, I wanted to pick him up
and hold him the whole time. He's too beautiful to have gone through so
much pain."

That was the moment when I knew it was over. I didn't need to know any
more, I didn't need to ask any questions about if they'd kissed (which, he
volunteered, they did... it was a peck but it lit him on fire) or if they'd
held hands. I knew he was in love with him and I was hopeful Lane would
feel the same way. Josh, as big self assured as he was had a real weak spot
for rejection. That look on his face when he felt nothing, and more
importantly when he realized I'd felt nothing, from our kiss was enough to
let me know he was as sensitive as anyone to rejection.

We kept talking for about another five minutes when I got a text from
Alan...

Meet me at the tree, 10 minutes.

... and I wrapped up my call with Josh telling him I needed to help Cat
with a project. I knew if I said I had to meet Alan it would be another
five minutes of him making me memorize as set of question for an
interrogation.

I quickly threw on some shoes and walked downstairs. My mother was in her
office working and I told her I was going to meet Alan and should be back
in an hour if that was OK. She just replied that it was but that she wanted
me in MY bed by 1030, not passed out at Alan's in front of 'some game'.

I walked out the backdoor to the gate in our yard that led to The
Woods. The Woods were the grand name we'd given to a patch of land my
father had never developed behind the neighborhood. There was a tree, about
half a mile in and almost directly behind my house, where we built a
treehouse mostly out of scrap wood we picked up from construction sites in
the subdivision. Alan, as far as I know, hadn't been back here in a year
and I'd only been back to it a few times, most recently in February when I
took Josh to see it after he heard Alan and I telling stories about various
dumb things we did back there and the time I, like an idiot, decided to
jump off the crappy deck we'd made and broke my leg.

I looked at my phone as I got there and it had been a little over ten
minutes. I didn't wait long for a breathless Alan to show up. The moon was
out and I was standing in an area that wasn't covered by the canopy so he'd
see me. He stopped about ten feet away and just looked at me. I could feel
his eyes scanning over me from head to toe and I wondered what the hell was
going on. I just looked back at him. Alan was tall, like Josh, but not as
heavily built. He and Josh worked out in the offseason since they were the
only two lifting the same kind of weight. Alan would be one of the three
freshman next year who'd earn spots on the varsity team. Josh would be one
of the others.

I finally broke the silence, "Alan, is everything OK?"

I waited for a response but none came. Just as I was about to say something
else he said, "I'm sorry, I just realized I had a problem I needed to talk
to you about."

"What is it? Josh and Lane?"

He sighed, "That was why I called but then something else happened." and he
started walking over to me. "Let's sit down," which we did, side by side
with our backs to the tree. He looked at me again and I swear it was like
the look Josh had given me the night we kissed. There was an intensity in
his eyes I'd never seen.

I quickly sputtered out, "Josh really likes Lane. I think he's already in
love with him and I think you need to let it happen if Lane feels the
same."

That seemed to snap him out of it for a second. "Yeah, I talked to Lane and
he told me they'd gone out for ice cream and had a sweet little
talk. Honestly, I'm ok with it... Josh is someone I'd like to see Lane
with. I told him so tonight. I really just wanted to make sure Josh felt
the same way."

I was kind of relieved. I wanted this to work for them. "Well, now that's
out of the way, what's your problem?"

The words no sooner left my mouth than he said "I know you're gay."

My face completely flushed and I started to hyperventilate. I knew Alan was
safe, intellectually, but emotionally it was something completely
different. This was someone I'd known all my life... would he be OK knowing
this about me? I know he was comfortable with Josh, but Josh had been open
and honest with him from the time they'd met. I was someone he'd known
since childhood who'd been hiding this dark secret.

Distantly, like hearing a voice down a hallway, I heard him say as he
rubbed my back, "It's OK, you're safe. I'm not upset. Nothing is going to
happen to you. Please calm down," those last words I heard very clearly and
could hear the worry in them. I thought to myself, no matter what, this is
Alan and he's not going to turn on me.

As my breathing began to return to normal I was able to ask "How?"

I could hear the smile in his voice as he answered, "Remember my New Years
Party?"

Alan's parents had gone on a cruise right after Christmas for a week,
returning the Sunday before school started . They'd left another of Alan's
cousins, from his father's side of the family, in charge. Alan's father's
family was really redneck... they weren't poor, most of them were cattle
ranchers so they made good money, but they were really country and his
cousin, who was already a sophomore in high school, was no exception. He'd
picked up the nickname GOB a few years back and it kind of stuck... he
wasn't the smartest guy, but he was a Good Old Boy and he really loved Alan
and his family.  He and Alan had hatched this plan to have a New Years
Party... mostly for GOB's friends and Alan's. Alan's sisters, who were in
second grade, were left with GOB's parents for the night. GOB had a
connection for alcohol so they put together a real rager. Alan had told me
to come but I already knew my mother wasn't going to buy me sleeping over
when she knew his parents were gone. I asked him if it would be cool for me
to bring Nathan Adams since I could stay with him and we could sneak out to
the party. Nathan and I ended up being two of the six seventh graders at
the party which made us instantly cool.

The best part was Josh who'd never really had a drink but fell absolutely
in love with col'beer. It was the Natty Light GOB liked which, to most
people, was nothing more than rat urine. Nathan and I drank but we kept it
under control since his brother was in college and had taught him not to
get completely fucked up. So, I followed Nathan's lead and we stayed
relatively cool.

The party was actually a lot of fun and I got a kiss at midnight from a
freshman girl who thought I was cute. At one point, one of the older guys
there made a comment about Josh being a fag and GOB told him to shut up and
get out, then loudly told everyone that "Josh may be queer but he plays
football better'n any of you pussies and I'd be proud to play with him on
varsity next year". GOB, for all his country bullshit, could be pretty
badass.

By the time we were leaving about one, Josh was being dragged upstairs to
Alan's bedroom. I offered to help but Alan just told me he and GOB had
it. Nathan and I walked back to his place and went to bed. I didn't think
anything else of it.

Regaining my composure, I looked over at Alan and saw him smiling.

"Yeah, I remember the party. Josh was fucked up and told you something he
swore he'd keep secret until I was ready," I said, the anger in my voice
obvious.

"Nope, wasn't like that at all. GOB and I got him into my room and GOB ran
back out to find the chick he was banging at the time. Meanwhile, I'm left
to get Josh's heavy ass into bed. He kept moaning about how he felt like he
was going to die and I kept telling him 'No, you just drank to much and
you're gonna pass out'. I finally got him settled into bed and then he
reached up and grabbed my shirt to pull me closer to him.

He looked at me wild eyed and it kinda scared me at first... I didn't know
what he was going to do. Then he said, calmly, 'If anything happens to me
you gotta promise to look after Rob'. I just told him nothing was going to
happen to him and he just gripped my shirt harder. 'No, Alan, I mean
it. Rob's such a good guy and I love him and I never want to see anything
bad happen to him. I know you've been friends for a long time, but you
gotta promise me. He's gay but he's not ready to come out. When that
changes he's going to need someone to protect him and if I'm not there it's
gotta be you. Promise?'

I just stood there, bent over and kind of shocked. I told him,'If you're in
love with him, why don't you just tell him? I can't imagine he'd say no to
dating you' and he looked at me and smiled, 'It's not like that. I love him
like he's my brother. We are more than friends but we're not fucking. He's
just so sweet and so many people are assholes and he doesn't deserve
anything but love. You gotta promise me.' So, I did... I promised if he
died that I'd look after you.

The next morning he was hung over as shit. I asked him if he remembered
what he told me and he said 'No, what did I say?'. I made the decision not
to say anything to him because I knew he'd just beat himself up. I know
Josh well enough to know that he would have said something to you if he'd
remembered."

I let out a long slow whistle, "So you've known this for months and never
said anything to me?"

"What was I supposed to say? 'Hey, grab me a chocolate milk when you get in
line and oh, by the way, I know you're gay'? Shit... it didn't matter to me
and you're always going to be my friend first and foremost. Whatever Josh
thinks, I've also considered you kind of my younger brother which was why I
was so nervous when the two of you were getting close last fall. Hell, I
even told Josh to be careful with you."

He looked over at me and I could see this softness in his eyes, "Look, I
don't know what the hell is going on with me but when I came out here
tonight and I saw you standing there and it just... well..."

"What?"

"I just thought you were cute and I thought about you... sexually."

"Really?"

"Yep. I don't know if I'm just a horny kid whose been talking to his gay
cousin about his love life and now suddenly wonders what it would be like
with a guy. I don't know if it's just because Cassie won't let me go beyond
fooling with her tits through her shirt while I'm kissing her.

All I do know is that when I walked up, I saw you for what seemed like the
first time ever and I got so horny it was hard to think."

At that I blushed and asked, "So what do you want to do?"

"What would you think about jerking off together?"

"OK, but how about I jerk you and you jerk me?"

The look on his face was priceless. I kinda guessed he'd jerked off with
another guy, even I'd done that. However, I was pretty sure he'd never had
a handjob from one. The thoughtful look quickly turned to a smile.

He leaned back against the tree and pulled his dick and balls out of his
shorts. I followed his lead. He started to spit in his hand and I told him
he could do me dry since I'd been cut by the kindest, most wonderful doctor
who'd left enough of my foreskin to masturbate without lube. Alan, on the
other hand, was cut tight so I had to hock up something nasty to get enough
lube to be able to jerk him off.

He was bigger than me, I'd guess close to eight while I was about six and a
half the last time I'd measured. I looked over at him and saw him staring
at my dick. When he realized I was looking at him, he just smiled this
goofy grin and said, "Nice dick, man." That was all I needed to grab hold
of him and he quickly grabbed me.

The feeling of having someone's hand on my dick was amazing. It was like a
jolt of electricity as he changed his grip and began to work me over as I
pumped him. I had to spit in my hand a few more times but it didn't take
either of us long to reach climax and shoot all over ourselves.

We spent a few minutes trying to clean ourselves up with the leaves around
us and generally just enjoying the feeling which made me giggle. He looked
over at me with a smile.

"What?"

"Would you mind if I kissed you?"

"Of course not"

He leaned in and cupped my head with the his dry hand, pulling me closer to
him until our lips connected. It was nice, he wasn't too forceful and after
a swipe of his tongue on my lips, I let him in. I won't lie, it sent a jolt
to my dick but I knew this was nothing more than a kiss from a straight,
maybe occasionally bi, boy testing himself.

I heard my phone chime with a text. He broke the kiss and watched me as I
looked at my phone to see my mother telling me 'It's 1010. Get home'.

"I better get back"

He stood up, offering me a hand and helping me up. We walked back silently
to the gate to my backyard. Before I opened it, he stopped me.

"Rob, I don't want this to be awkward between us. This was nice. I'd love
to do it again, but I want it to be between us," and I nodded yes.

As he walked away he looked back for a second and said, "But you can tell
Josh... I know I'm going to."

I just smiled to myself as I walked through the gate into my backyard.

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