Date: Sat, 29 Nov 2003 11:16:23 -0800
From: dude sweet <dudesweet (at) hotmail (dot) com>
Subject: Rainy Day

Our baseball game had been cancelled because it started pouring down rain.
When my mom got the car she asked to see if anybody else needed a ride.
Nobody did.  When I got in the car, she said why didn't you ask that one boy
there.

"He's gay," I explain to her.

She stops the car.  She gives me THAT look.  "What do you mean `he's gay.'

I have no idea what I said wrong, I just know I was in trouble for
something.

"Uh," I scramble for words.  "Everybody says he's gay.  Nobody likes him."

"So just because `everybody says he's gay,' that means he doesn't deserve a
ride home?"

"Mom, you just don't understand."

"Ok, explain it to me.  Tell me what I don't understand."

Oh boy.  I tried.  "If I invite him to ride with us, everybody will think
he's my friend.  Then they will all think I'm gay too.  See?"

"No, I don't see. You march out of the car right now and ask him if he needs
a ride home."

"Mom," I plead.  "It's pouring down rain."  Plus he's gay, I add silently to
myself.

"NOW," she says in her `obey or die' voice.

I obey.  I'm too young to die.  "Gene, you need a ride home?" I ask him,
hoping, praying that he will say no.

He looks at me funny.  He looks around for hidden cameras to see if he's
being punk'd. He smiles and says "Yes.  Thanks."

He gets in the back seat; I get into the front seat with my mom, where it's
safe.  I pray it's raining so hard, nobody can see us.

It gets worse.  We get to his house.  His lights are all out; there's no
electricity and there's no car.  He explains to my mom that his parents went
to visit his great aunt and won't be back until later today.  My mom has him
leave a note, telling his parents that he would be at our house and the
address and phone number.  He rushes out and leaves the note.  He's going to
be at my house.  I am so dead if anybody finds out about this.

When we get home it gets even more worse. "Brian, get Gene some dry clothes.
  Socks, underwear everything.  And you change too, you are both soaked."
Give him my clothes, my underwear? So he can gay them out?  Boy, my mom sure
doesn't understand anything.

We take our cleats, socks off in the entry, and barefooted go to my room.  I
get him dry stuff and show him where the bathroom is, so he can change.  I
tell him to knock on my door before he comes back in my room.  You see I
didn't want him to catch me naked.  He might rape me or something.

I change quickly, to avoid being caught; but he never knocks. As I head back
to the living room, I see he's must be out of the bathroom. He's in the
kitchen talking to my mom.

She wants him to call his parents and tell them he's safe and all that.  He
doesn't know his great aunts number.  My mom doesn't give up that easily.
In fact, she never gives up; she's relentless. She gets the name and city,
calls information, and gets the number.

Gene is telling his parents where he is and all that.  He says, "Yeah, Brian
is really nice.  He's cool."  Now does he really mean I'm cool, or is he
just trying to be my boyfriend or something? By then, my mom is on the
phone.  I wasn't really paying attention to what she was saying until she
said, "Maybe it would be easier if Gene spent the night here."

Arrg.  Gene?  Spend the night here?  In my house?  Doesn't my mom care about
my reputation?  Doesn't she care about me?  Why does she care more about
Gene than she cares about me?  I storm out of the kitchen into my room,
leaving them in the kitchen.

My bedroom door starts to open.  It's probably Gene wanting to be best
friends or something now that he's spending the night. Why the heck didn't
he knock? I told him to knock.

It's not Gene; it's my mom.  My mad mom.  She grabs my arm and shakes me.
"What is your problem?" she demands. Problem?  I already told her my
problem; he's gay.  Didn't she even listen to me?  She never listens to me.
She shakes me more. I pull my arm away.

"Stop, that hurts." She stops.

"So it's not ok for me to hurt you, but it is ok for you to hurt Gene."

"I didn't hurt Gene; I didn't touch him."  I didn't want to get gay or
anything.

"Oh yes, you hurt him.  He was crying in the kitchen after you abandoned
him." What a gay, cry baby.  Poor pussy, gay boy.

"I didn't make him cry."

"Hello.  Are you listening?  You made him cry young man.  I am so ashamed
that I have raised a bigot."

"I'm not a bigot."  And I'm not.  I like blacks and Mexicans just the same
as whites.

She ignores my denial. "Why are you scared of little Gene."  Oh, he's
`little Gene' now?

"I'm not scared of him.  It's just that he's... you know."

"You think he's gay, so now you're afraid of him."

"I'm not afraid of him.  I'm afraid of what the other kids will say if they
find out he was over here; that he spent the night."

"And what would happen then?" she asks.  Oh good, I'm getting somewhere.

"Then all the kids would think I was gay and I wouldn't have any friends."

"And that would be bad?"  Duh.

"Yeah, of course."

"It would be bad if everybody thought you were gay and you didn't have any
friends?"

She's getting it! "Yeah."

"So how do you think Gene feels?" Huh?

"What do you mean?"  I stall, asking for clarification.

"Does he have any friends?"

"No." Of course not he's gay.

"How do you know he's gay?"

"Everybody says he is."

"Well if `everybody' found out that he was over here, and `everybody'
started saying you were gay, would that make you gay?"

She sure asks stupid questions.  "I'm not gay."

"But if everybody said you were, would you suddenly turn gay?"

"No." Duh. She is so clueless.  You can't just turn gay.

She doesn't say anything; like she just made a big point of something. What
point?

"So?" I ask.

"So I am ashamed of you.  What if Gene has an undeserved reputation?  Just
like the reputation that you seem to think you might get.  What if
`everybody' is wrong about him?"  Well, so what if they are? Hmmm, well that
would be uncool to Gene.

"Didn't dad have the sex talk with you?  Didn't you guys discuss
masturbation and stuff?"  Oh my gosh, I am going to die.  My mom just said
the word masturbation. I turn bright red.  I can't speak.  It's my turn to
speak, but I can't get anything out of my mouth.

"And what if he is gay?  Does that mean he's a bad person?  What, are you
afraid he will rape you or something?"  Yes, that's exactly what I'm afraid
of.  But now that she says it, it does sound kind of stupid. I could take
him, if he tried anything with me.

I still can't speak.  I am stupefied by my mom saying `sex' and
`masturbation.'

"You are very disappointing to me right now.  This is not the way you were
raised.  You can stay in your room until you decide to behave and treat our
house guest properly.  You can stay in here all weekend, or all of next
week, all summer; however long it takes until you decide to be a nice
person, like you used to be.  Like I always thought you were until today.
Until you showed what a mean person you can me.  I'm very disappointed."

Through my tears, I see her get up and slam my door shut. Am I really being
mean?

Well I'm not being mean on purpose.  I was just trying to protect my
reputation; but it might have come out mean to Gene.  Yes, I guess I was a
little mean to Gene. What if she's right?  What if he's not gay? Well if
he's not gay, how did he get a gay reputation?  Suddenly a few things flash
into of my mind; things that I have done that might have seemed gay.  Things
that if my friends ever decided to be mean they could tell about me.

I mean me and Adam compared boners lots of times.  And once, when it was
real dark, we jacked off together.  But that doesn't really count. But what
if Adam started telling everybody I did that; that I was gay for doing that?
  My dad said stuff like that was normal at my age.  But what if Adam turned
postal?  Well, if he told on me, then I would tell on him.  But then that
might even make it worse because I would be admitting I did it.

Ok, so maybe Gene just has an undeserved bad reputation. Maybe I was a
little bit mean to him. Ok, so now what?  How long have I been in here?  45
minutes!  I go to the bathroom and wash my face.  Gene is in the living room
watching Even Stevens; I love that show. Yes, I can tell he has been crying.
  I sit down on the other end of the couch.

"Sorry I've haven't been nice to you.  Sorry I was mad."

He turns off the TV and turns to face me.  He gets tears in his eyes.  "You
think I'm gay don't you?"

"Well everybody says you are."

"I'm not."  Uh, ok, he's not.

"Everybody says you are."  Why did I say that?

"I know.  You think I don't know that."  He gets full on tears now. "You
think I'm stupid?" No, I don't think he's stupid; I used to think he was
gay.  Now, I'm not sure.

I watch him wipe his eyes.  I don't really know what to say.

"Well why do they say that?"

He stares at me, not saying anything. I finally say, "Well I never told
anybody you were gay.  I just heard it from the guys. I'm sorry I wasn't
nice to you earlier."

He gets up and runs to the bathroom.  I follow him.  He leaves the door open
and washed his face in the sink like I was doing just a few minutes ago.
"I'm sorry," I offer again.

"Let's just forget about it, ok?" he asks.  Sure ok with me.  We go in the
living room and turn on the TV again. It's the last few minutes of Even
Stevens.

"I think this is a funny show, I like it."  Well I did good, cause that
starts a normal conversation about TV shows and movies and normal stuff like
that.

When we get out sleeping bags and haul them into the living room for
sleeping, I pause for a moment.  What should I sleep in?  Boxers, as normal?
Or what? He just takes off his socks and lays on in sleeping bag in his
clothes, so I do the same.  We watch TV until we get bored then turn it off.
  We lay there on our sleeping bags for a while.

"You want to know why they say that I'm gay?"

"Yeah."

"Well last year I went to the bathroom, the one by the lunchroom and Michael
was standing at the urinal.  I think he was jacking off, but whatever he was
doing he had a boner.  I was surprised when I saw it. He asked me what I was
looking at.  I said simply you have a boner.  I guess it was stupid to say
that, cause he started calling me `fag' and stuff.  The he started spreading
rumours that I was gay and stuff."

"So why didn't you tell your side of the story?  You didn't do anything
wrong."

"Because I was afraid he would beat me up.  You know how big he is." Yeah,
he's huge.  I was a little afraid of him too.

We lay there in silence while I think about this.  "That's it? That's all
that happened?"

"Yeah."

"Man, that sucks," I say

"Tell me about it."

I'm curious, so I ask, "Was it big?  His boner?"

Gene giggles.  "Man it was nothing.  Mine was bigger in 6th grade.  Maybe
that's what he was embarrassed of; that I would tell everyone that he had a
small boner. You're the only one I have ever told."

We laugh together. I'm curious, so I ask, "How big is yours?"

"Big enough."

"Ok yeah, but how big is it?" I ask again.

He's quiet a long time.  In fact, I think he may have fallen asleep.  "I'll
tell you if you tell me."

"Ok."  Mine's a good size. "So..."

"You first," he says.

"5 and 3 quarters.  You?"

"A little over 6."  Wow, way bigger than mine.  Maybe even bigger than
Adam's.

"I got a boner right now," I confess.

"Me too," he admits.

"Want to see it?" I ask.

"Well I don't know.  I don't want to get another reputation."

"It's cool.  I'm not gay, your not gay, we can compare.  If you want."

While he's thinking, I turn on the TV with the sound off so we have some
light.

"Ok you go first."  I guess I would be paranoid too, if I was him.

I get up on my knees. "Ready?" I ask, my hand around my waist of my shorts
and boxers.

"Yeah."  I quickly pull them down, let my boner flop out and pull them back
up.

"Your turn." He does exactly what I did.  "Hey I didn't really get to see
it; you did it too fast," I complain.

"Ok."  He pulls them down again and leaves them down. He pulls up his shirt
so I can get a real good look.  It's fatter than Adam's and mine.  Maybe
bigger than Adam's but I'm not sure."

"Take a picture, it lasts longer," he jokes.  Oh, yeah, I was looking at it
a long time.

"Your turn," he says, pulling up his shorts.  Well it's only fair. I pull
mine down, and hold my shirt up so he gets a good look at it. "Ok," says
when he is done looking at it.  I put it away and lay back down, leaving the
light on.

I want to do more stuff; it's fun.  "Want to compare?  Side by side?"

He gets up on his knees and says, "Ok."

When I am in the same position he says, "Same time.  1...2...3."  We both pull
down our shorts.  I hold up my shirt, then decide to pull it off so it's not
in the way.  He does the same.  We have to bend them down a little so we can
put them side by side.

Our dicks touch. It feels good; makes butterflies swim in my stomach. I want
to do more.

"Is it ok if I can see if my hand can go around them both?"

He nods.  I reach out my other hand and put it around both our dicks.  I've
never touched another dick before.  It feels cool. I move my hand pretending
like I'm jacking off both of our dicks. I get horny.

"Want me to jack it?" I dare to ask.  He nods.  "Will you do mine?"  He nods
and grabs hold of my dick.  I move a little. I have his, and he has mine.
It's an ackward position but I'm too horny to care.  I start to jack his, he
starts to jack mine. After less than 20 seconds he announces that he's
almost there.  I jack him as his sperms explode out of his boner in my hand
all over me.

"Faster," I say to encourage him to do mine faster.  He speeds up and in
another minute I don't announce, I just shoot all over the place.

I'm covered.  So is he.  "You can use that shirt," I say grabbing mine and
cleaning up my sperms.  He does the same.  I turn off the lights and we lay
there.  I'm a little embarrassed, but it was fun. I know he wont' tell
anybody.  I'm positive.

I hope.