Date: Fri, 24 Mar 2006 07:39:28 -0800 (PST)
From: William Cordova <wcordova98@yahoo.com>
Subject: William Cordova - Chapter Thirty-One
Disclaimer
This story contains acts of the sexual nature between underage boys. If
you do not like this type of story, or it is illegal in the area in which
you live, do not read any further.
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Chapter Thirty-One: Eternity
Rows of trees and fields of grass passed endlessly. I stared
mindlessly out the window as the hum of the air conditioning embraced me
into a dim state. The sun was barely peeking over the tree line, making
the sky a wonderful shade of orange and the road a cold dark grey.
We had only taken off from Matt's house half an hour ago and I was
feeling sleepy. Matt sat next to me, his hand inches from my leg. He
swayed lightly back and forth with the swerving of the car -- occasionally
looking over at me. I would look at him -- my eye lids heavy -- then back
out the window.
I felt warm soft skin on my hand -- rubbing between my fingers. I
squeezed ever so casually.
My head bobbed and my eyes opened when Mr. Ducker's car came to a
stop at a small cabin. Mr. Ducker and my dad got out of the car and
entered the building. Matt was looking out the window. He had a firm grip
on my hand. I squeezed it to get his attention. He looked over at me.
"I think this is the place where we rent the campsite for the
weekend. That's what my dad said I think," Matt said.
"Oh so we're almost there? How long have I been out?"
"An hour maybe."
"How long have you been holdin' my hand?" I smirked.
Matt blushed. "An hour maybe."
I laughed. "And has either of our dad's noticed?"
"Don't think so."
A few minutes later, our dads came back out with a small piece of
paper. It was a map to show them the location toward our campsite.
Mr. Ducker drove further down the road and turned off onto a dirt path.
The road came to a dead end where a sign stood, indicating campsite number
fifteen.
"This is it boys," Mr. Ducker said. "-- our home for the next three
days."
I got out and examined the campsite. It was a large clearing
surrounded by really tall trees. The ground was covered with dead leaves
and pine needles -- dirt patches spotted the landscape. There was a
distinct circle surrounding a rock pit which was there for the fire. In a
semi-circle around that, there were four medium sized tents with wood
flooring -- in front of the tents sat two oblong log benches.
Twenty yards behind the tents was a creek -- very unlike the mud
creek at our last expedition. This creek had crystal clear running water.
It had a span of no further than ten feet, but still a very nice addition.
Dad said he rented a site with an adjacent creek.
Just on the other side of the creek was an embankment jutting up
about the height of a man. The trees rose twice as high as the trees back
home, giving it a canopy atmosphere. This gave the camp a very cozy feel
-- like it was our place for the next few days.
"What do we do first?" I asked. "Because I'm gettin' hungry."
"Gotta make a fire first then. Will -- Matt, why don't ya'll get
everythin' out of the car. We'll collect wood and get the fire started,"
my dad said.
Matt first grabbed his bag and put it in the furthest tent from the
car, the one closest to the creek. When I started to put my bag in the
tent next to his, Matt spoke up.
"What are you doing?"
I looked at him. "What do ya mean? I'm puttin' my bag in my tent."
"You're tent is here," he said motioning to the tent he put his bag
in.
I glanced around real quick -- neither parent was in earshot. "You
sure that's a good idea. I don't wanna freak out our parents."
"Aren't we here to bond?" he quickly added. "Our parents have to
get use to us right?"
"I suppose --"
"I didn't come here to not get to spend time with you, and to not
sleep in the same tent as you," he whispered.
"I'm not arguin' with ya Matt. It's just I don't wanna freak my dad
out. He's not takin' this whole gay thing as easy as your dad is."
"That's what we're here for -- to help him bond with you. That's
what my dad said."
"I know he's tryin' to do better -- but I'd rather not do anythin'
to antagonize him," I muttered.
I heard the crinkling of footsteps from behind me. I turned and saw
Mr. Ducker making his way back. Before I knew it, Matt had yanked the bag
from my hands and was going inside his tent. I followed as Mr. Ducker
dropped a few large logs next to the fire pit and left.
"OK -- you win," I whispered. "We'll share this tent. It's not
like I don't wanna sleep naked with you."
Matt immediately broke into a smile. "They have to get use to us --
not the other way around."
"Why are ya actin' all so brave now?" I questioned.
"My parents are finally being cool again. It's just -- I'm so happy
lately," he muttered quietly.
I heard more crinkling of footsteps from outside. Matt's ears
atoned to the sound also, and he quickly grabbed my hand. "Common," he
whispered.
We left the tent to find my dad with an armful of underbrush. I
quickly let go of Matt's hand but my dad noticed. He gave a weak smile and
asked, "Where's my bag?"
"It's still in the car," Matt replied as he started removing it from
the trunk.
My dad took it from Matt and entered the tent closest to the car.
Matt and I unloaded all of remaining items from the car. We put
Mr. Ducker's bags in the tent next to my dads and placed the cooler, food
bag and lawn chairs near the center of camp. My dad came back out of his
tent yielding a machete. He started cutting up the firewood into smaller
pieces and began to build a fire.
"What do ya'll want for lunch?" he asked.
"You mean brunch?" Matt laughed. "It's only ten."
"Brunch then -- whatever," he replied. "By the time this fire is
ready it'll be lunch though."
"Can we have hotdogs?" I suggested.
"Sure," Mr. Ducker confirmed.
I watched my dad for a few minutes as he fiddled with the wood in
preparation to get a fire going. I nudged Matt with my elbow and indicated
for him to follow me. I got up and walked behind the tents to the creek.
Matt followed closely.
I stood by the edge, looking up at the embankment.
"What?" he said softly.
I turned to see both parents still fooling with their task. "Did
you see the way my dad looked at us when we left the tent earlier?"
"What you mean?"
"He looked disgusted -- when he saw us holdin' hands."
"Oh," he muttered. "He doesn't care though --"
"-- yes he does!" I interrupted. "He looked disgusted. I saw it.
I've seen it too many times. He can't hide it from me any longer. I can
see it in his eyes. He thinks he can mask it, but nooo -- I see right
through him. He claims he is a'right with us -- he might be a'right with
us in theory, but he's not a'right with us doin' it in front of him."
Matt didn't respond immediately. We stood in silence for a minute
-- just listening to the birds chirping and the creek flowing. I didn't
feel upset really as I have seen him hiding it for weeks.
"We're here to fix this then," Matt said. "Of course it's going to
take time for him --"
"-- your dad has already taken to it," I interrupted again. "He has
no problems with us."
"I'm sure he does Will. I just -- well, we just haven't been around
them long enough -- you know to test it out -- that's all." Matt sighed as
he entwined his fingers with mine. "Look Will, how about we test it then?
If they are going to get use to us, they gotta see us for who we really are
-- boyfriends."
"What do ya mean?"
"We hold hands -- and be ourselves around them. That sorta thing,"
Matt said.
I glanced back to check on the parents then looked straight ahead.
I pondered what Matt said, but wasn't sure.
"I really don't know Matt. Are you sure?"
My dad hollered in glee when he got the fire going. It startled us
and we turned to see him being proud of himself. The fire started smoking
and soon it was engulfing the entire log pile he had built.
"Common boys!" Mr. Ducker hollered at us. "You can cook your dogs
now."
Matt gently took a hold of my hand again. "Just follow my lead."
He pulled me back into the camp but I got loose from his grip before
we got to the camp center. We sat on the log right in front of our tent.
Matt scooted really close to me -- closer than I was comfortable in a
normal situation. I didn't move away as neither of the parents noticed as
far as I could tell. We roasted our hotdogs in relative silence. I
scarfed down two hotdogs before my dad even had one down. Matt wasn't far
behind me and was soon roasting his third.
"So what ya'll wanna do today?" my dad finally asked.
"I figured we could go hiking around the place," Mr. Ducker
suggested. "Have a look around. See what's out there in the woods."
I thought about what he was saying -- not sure what he was expecting
from a hike in the woods. No one else really had any better suggestion so
it was decided we'd head out and look around the area in a few minutes.
As my dad cleaned up after our lunch, Matt leaned against me and put
his arm around my back -- his head resting on my shoulder. I was startled
and felt nervous as I didn't want to show this kind of closeness around my
dad -- but Matt had told me this is what he was going to do. I nervously
watched my dad as he continued fixing things up around the camp. I am not
sure if he noticed so I started gazing at the smoldering fire.
Within fifteen minutes, we were heading out on our little excursion
into the woods. We left due west and followed the creek until we could
cross it without getting wet. Mr. Ducker led with a compass so we could
find our way back easily. I noticed Mr. Ducker was easily amused by the
wild nature of the woods although we didn't really see much wildlife. We
ran across many birds and squirrels and the corpse of a recently deceased
deer. It was surrounded by a flock at least thirty vultures. It was an
all-you-can-eat buffet for them. We stayed clear of the pack but stayed
for nice show as they fought over the corpse.
We continued walking until we came to a really large clearing. We
could see for several miles as the clearing was at lower level than where
the end of the woods was at. I immediately noticed dark clouds overhead.
It was early afternoon, but late enough for the day's heat to cause the
typical Texas afternoon thundershower. The dark clouds weren't noticeable
under the high canopy of tree tops. Only that it was overcast and cloudy.
"Think we should head back before it starts shittin'," I suggested.
Mr. Ducker gave me a weird look as Matt broke out into a laughter.
"What?" I questioned him.
"I've never heard anyone refer to rain as shit before."
"Well," Dad jumped in, "if we don't start headin' back, we'll get
drenched -- so lead the way."
Mr. Ducker started back tracking our steps. We were probably forty
to fifty minutes out from our campsite judging from Matt's watch. We
picked up the pace as we were now aware of just how dark a few of the
clouds were. And now since we had seen them, they were easily noticeable
through the tree tops. Just a few minutes into a track back to camp, it
started sprinkling and then it steadily got heavier. While the high trees
helped keep the rain at bay, we were starting to get wet. I could feel the
wetness building up on my shoulders. We picked the pace up even further
and my dad continued to tell Mr. Ducker not to get lost.
A few minutes later, it started coming down extremely hard and no
amount of tree coverage could keep us from getting wet. We starting in on
a full sprint and soon came up to the creek we recognized. As soon as we
hit the creek, we knew we were only a few minutes from our camp. We ran
and made it to our campsite quickly and everyone barged into their
respective tents.
"Oh man!" I roared as we finally got out of the rain. "Take your
shoes off -- don't get mud everywhere."
"Oh man -- my underwear's even wet," Matt said as he slipped his
shorts off. His shirt was close behind and then he was sitting next to me
in only his boxers and socks.
I was astonished when I saw his damp body -- water dripping from his
hair -- only wearing boxers and his necklace. It looked marvelous against
his skin with no shirt on. I watched as he dug into his suitcase for a
towel. My eyes fixated onto his crotch. He didn't notice I had not even
taken my clothes off yet. I smiled and watch as he took the towel and
started drying his hair. When his head came out from under the towel, he
saw me. Our eyes met and he immediately smiled.
"You like watching me dry off?" he inquired.
Even though the rain was muffling our voice projections, I was
concerned our parents could still hear us, so I started whispering.
"No -- not drying off. I enjoy watchin' you get naked," I joked.
"Oh really," he smirked.
He covered his crotch with the towel and seductively started to
lower his boxers. They slide down to his feet and he kicked them off.
"Did I ever tell you how good you look with that necklace on?"
Matt looked down and touched the necklace. Then he looked up at me
and smiled. "Aren't you gonna get out of your wet clothes?" he asked.
At once, I took my shirt and jeans off and because I had jeans on,
my boxers were not as wet, only slightly damp. Matt noticed this and
instantly frowned.
"Your underwear's not wet. Does that mean you don't have to take
them off?"
"I don't have to, but nu'in's stoppin' you from takin'em off."
Our smiles grew with our growing lust. I got up on my knees. I
leaned forward and pressed my lips onto his. Matt responded by closing his
eyes and letting loose a small moan. His hands found their way to my
waistband and slowly lowered the back of them. He explored my butt as we
made out. I guided him to lie down and I straddled him. He started to
violently pull my ass cheeks apart.
I was brought back into my senses when I heard Mr. Ducker yelling
from his tent.
"Boys?"
"What?" I hollered back.
"Just stay in your tent until the rain passes. Ain't much we can do
until then."
I turned back to Matt who was laying still, his towel still covering
his private area. I smiled and whispered, "That means we have some time
alone."
"Oh great. Like that was going to stop us," he replied back.
We didn't get far as the rain died down within twenty minutes.
Although we were ready to get things on, we decided we'd rather wait until
tonight when our parents went to sleep. We got dressed and made small talk
until we heard our parents come out of their tents. Fully clothed, Matt
and I sat idly looking at the soaked campsite and fizzled fire pit from our
unzipped tent opening. It had rained for less than an hour, but managed to
get everything wet.
My dad finally emerged from his tent and surveyed the campsite. He
rummaged around in the car looking for something but apparently didn't find
it. After that, he went out looking for wood dry enough to be used to
restart the fire.
Matt leaned into me again, resting his head on my shoulder. I was
feeling reluctant to show affection back to Matt as his dad was right in
front of us. But I gave in once Matt started nudging me.
He got real close to my ear and whispered, "don't hold back. My
dad's fine with it."
Mr. Ducker started cleaning out the rock pit -- removing the damp
half-burnt logs. Matt and I got a good laugh out of it. He muttered a few
swear words under his breath about the horrible Texas weather. Soon
enough, I heard my father returning in the form of footsteps. I tried
pulling away from Matt but he held me tight.
"Don't you dare," he whispered as he glared me in the eyes.
I couldn't say no to him so I reluctantly gave in once again. I
figured if my dad was going to see us holding each other, I wouldn't hold
back. My dad came walking up right next to our tent and squatted in front
of the fire pit -- his back still to us. He fiddled with the work at hand
and never noticed until he got up to get more underbrush. He gave us a
quick glance and saw us holding each other. His eyes widened but he looked
away quickly.
"You know, maybe you two shouldn't be -- you know -- cuddling like
that?" Mr. Ducker said.
"What? Why?" Matt replied.
"Let me tell you two something," Mr. Ducker continued. "I am not
completely comfortable with seeing two boys cuddling, much less my own son.
I can clearly tell your dad isn't either," he said pointing a finger at me.
"From what I've heard, he took the whole gay thing much harder than I did.
I am trying my best to accept who you are son, but it takes time. It will
take time for me to get use to seeing you two --," he paused, "like that.
If you expect us to just accept it like its everyday behavior -- think
again. I love you and I'm sure your dad does too, but it's like -- it's
like -- still very awkward. I want you to be happy and if that means
`this'," he said sarcastically, "then that's what your mom and I have to
live with."
He paused a minute, then continued. "Look, it may feel completely
comfortable and natural to you two -- and it may be completely alright but
that doesn't mean it's always the smartest thing to do. See what I'm
saying?"
Matt spoke up first, "I understand you don't like seeing us cuddle.
You think it's awkward -- but oh well. I like it and that's what
matters. You said you want me to be happy. I'm happy with Will and I'm
even happier when we cuddle."
"But son --"
"But what?" Matt interrupted. "If anyone can get past the
awkwardness, I'd figure it'd be you."
Matt's dad didn't respond as my dad came tromping back with another
handful of underbrush. The conversation came to a complete halt as
Mr. Ducker helped get the fire started. Matt didn't let go of me either.
He held his position firm. He moved his right hand down to my bare knee
and rubbed it lightly. I twitched inside. I started to feel uncomfortable
again.
It took a little longer to start the fire the second time than it
did the first time with partially damp underbrush. Eventually my father
started dinner, heating up some chili this time to go along with the rest
of the hotdogs, the whole time keeping his eyes off us. I could tell he
was purposely avoiding eye contact with both Matt and I. I started not to
care as I became more comfortable with Matt in my arms.
Matt and I moved out to the log benches around the fire pit and we
ate in silence. My dad continued his avoidance of looking at us which
helped my confidence to play along with Matt's sudden openness. Matt
finished before I did and again, leaned into me, flopping his arm around my
back and resting his head against my shoulder.
"Do you have to do that here?" my dad spoke up -- finally making eye
contact with us.
Again before I could respond, Matt spoke up, "Why not?"
I think he startled my dad. He must not have expected Matt to come
back with such a confident question.
"Maybe 'cause not everyone wants to see ya'll touchin' each other
like that."
"Oh well," Matt shot back as secure as ever.
"What?"
"Tom," Mr. Ducker interrupted evenly, "the boys and I had a little
discussion earlier about this. I explained how I don't even feel that
comfortable with them cuddling like that and I'm sure you don't exactly
like it either."
Calmly, my dad interjected, "Got that right."
"I told them that it's not always what's right, but what's
acceptable." Mr. Ducker turned to Matt and me -- still closely together --
and said, "It's not that you two are wrong to cuddle or -- express yourself
like that, it's more about what's acceptable in society. And the sooner
you realize this, the better off you'll be."
I finally jumped in, "That's not what it's about! We realize we
can't do this in public. We aren't actin' like this in school or at the
mall or anythin'. We're not in public now. This is a private family
thing."
"Son," my dad said, "I can barely look at ya'll when you two are
doin -- that," he finished with a disgusted tone.
"I thought you were workin' on accepting us for who we are?" Matt
asked.
"We are," Mr. Ducker remarked in his defense.
"If you are, then why are you so opposed to us touching each other?"
"We aren't," his dad replied. "It just --"
"The hell you aren't," Matt roared as he stood up.
I was taken aback by Matt's sudden increase in volume. I stood up
and put my arm around his shoulder, enticing him to calm down.
"Just wait a second," I said in a calm voice interrupting Mr. Ducker
who was about to reply to Matt's outburst. "If you -- and you," I looked
at my dad, "are acceptin' us for boyfriends, then you hafta accept that
we're gonna act like boyfriends."
My dad stood up in response. It felt like he was trying to keep
himself calm.
"Why? Why do we have to accept and like that behavior? Ain't it
enough we accept you're boyfriends? Do we have to see it in person? It's
filthy disgustin' to tell you the truth."
"Tom!" Mr. Ducker spoke up.
"What?" my dad shot back. "I said all we have to do is accept their
gay, not see it in action."
"Then you're not really acceptin' us, are ya?" I sternly barked. I
pitched my voice a few notches up and mocked, "It's OK to be gay, just
don't act like it!" I returned to my normal voice and glared at my father.
"Then how the fuck do you expect us to act? We already know we can't act
like this in school. We see couples holdin' hands, kissin' and cuddlin' --
pokin' each other, all that young love shit in school, and we can't do that
'cause it would disgust everyone. Almost no one know's we're gay and we'd
prefer to keep it that'away. We don't want to be teased and tortured, so
we act normal. We pretend to like girls just to fit in; we go along with
our friends when they make fun of gays -- just to fit in. Before Matt and
I knew about each other, Matt got girlfriends just so I wouldn't suspect he
was gay. We even got dates with girls for the school dances just 'cause we
couldn't go with each other. We can't be open with ourselves in school.
We can't hug and kiss in school -- or hold hands. We practically can't be
ourselves at all. And NOW you're tellin' me and Matt that we have to
pretend all that shit when we're at home too? I don't fuckin' think so!"
My dad's eyes bore holes into mine. If he had tried to stay calm
before, I was ruining his attempt with my rant.
I continued, "we already have it hard a freakin' enough bein'
different, having to hide ourselves from everyone." I turned and looked at
Matt, but continued speaking to the parents -- my eyes softening and voice
mellowing, "It's hard for me to show any affection toward him in front of
anyone. I don't even think I could do it in front of you if I was with a
girl, much less Matt."
I turned back to the parents and saw Mr. Ducker in shock, but calm.
My father was red, but looking stable.
"At this point," I continued in a much smoother tone, "I don't
care. The last month has been great. I have been able to concentrate on
sum'in other than figurin' out how to be with Matt. I had two parents tell
me they accept that I'm gay and my boyfriend told me he had two parents
tell him they accepted him too. Things were all dandy and fine. Or so I
thought! Were ya'll just lying when you said you'd let us be two normal
kids or did you expect us to pretend to be straight for ya?"
I noticed Matt eyes widened and mouth ajar. It was eerily silent
as all I could hear were crickets.
"Wait!" I said when I saw my father about to answer, "I'm not
finished. I am freakin' tired of pretending!" I looked at my dad, "You
released me. You said you accepted who I am, but yet I am the exact same
person. I haven't changed any. Did I grow a second head? Sum'in always
hangin' out of my nose? What? It makes no sense to me. You're just
ashamed. That's all it is. I don't care what society thinks of gays and
since when have you cared what society thinks? You've always told me that
most of what society says or does is bullshit anyways! I'm not goin' back
to pretending! No! It just ain't happenin'. Matt and I are boyfriends
and in our own home and in our place we'll act as we so fuckin' wish. This
is my life. Not yours!" I turned to Mr. Ducker. "This is Matt's life,
not yours. We'll live it as we so wish."
I inhaled deeply realizing I was speaking so hard and long I almost
lost my breath a few times.
"Where is all this comin' from?" my dad finally spoke.
"Did you not hear me?" I shot back. "I won't pretend at home no
more! If I wanna cuddle with Matt, then I'm gonna cuddle with Matt."
His face had lightened up since my declaration ended.
"OK -- let's think this through," Mr. Ducker called out. "Let's
not fight. We're here to have a good time. We're stuck here for the time
being, so let's just make the best of it and have a good time. We're all a
little heated right now, how about we all take a break from each other.
It'll be getting dark soon, lets all take some time apart. I'll be in my
tent if anyone needs me." He grabbed a lantern from the back seat of the
car and went into his tent.
I broke visual contact with my dad. I looked up at the sky, which
was still bright, but the tree coverage was making it quite dark down at
the floor of the woods. I got up and told everyone I would be out
relieving myself.
I walked straight downstream until I was a good ways from the
campsite. I heard footsteps following me and looked to see Matt close
behind. I found a tee and lowered the front of my shorts. Matt walked up
next to me and did the same.
"I can't believe what just happened," he whispered -- as if he
needed to that quiet.
I didn't respond and when I was done I walked back, grabbed a
lantern and went inside the tent. Matt followed shortly after. He fiddled
with the radio, finding the station we liked and put the volume on low. I
closed my eyes to enjoy the music, but Matt interrupted me.
"I'm proud of you," he squeaked softly.
He was lying next to me up on his elbow looking down at me. I
looked up at him and smiled. "Why?" I asked.
"I don't know. Just am. Standing up to our parents like that."
"What about yourself?"
"What about me?"
I smiled again, this time moving my hand slowly toward his crotch.
Matt's eyes followed my movement as my fingertips breeched his waistband.
I reached as far as I could and found his balls, fondled them and pretended
to be thinking hard.
"Yup, you do have a pair," I said. "When did you grow these?"
"What?!" he exclaimed quietly.
"When did you grow a pair of balls? You've never been this brave
before? Never!"
"I told you before. I'm just so happy," he remarked.
"No, it's more than that. There's sum'in else."
"Yeah -- it is all that you said. The freedom and shit."
"I mean I'm not even sure I believe everythin' I said."
"Why not?" Matt asked.
"We aren't really free. All that stuff I said sounds good, but we
aren't really free. We won't be free until we can be ourselves no matter
where we go. We're still pretendin' in school and when we go out."
"But still, we've got more freedom than before."
"I know. I'll just settle for things to be back to normal, as if
nu'in ever happened." I paused a moment. "Speakin' of which, Ian came
over to my house last night. He was real weird -- actin' like he was
nervous or -- or confused."
"What?" Matt gawked.
"He wanted to tell me sum'in, I know. But I scared him off."
"You scared him off? What?"
"I was in a bad mood. I didn't mean to. I think he was cryin'."
"You said you could trust him. He's not gonna go tell the whole
school we're gay is he?"
"Oh God I hope not! But I don't think that's what was botherin'
him. Just didn't feel that way. I told him we'd talk when I got back."
Matt and I laid together for a little longer just listening to the
music. I took the time to reflect back on my words and subsequent
conversation with Matt. The more I thought about it, the more I came to
understand my dad's position.
It was dark by the time I stuck my head out of the tent again.
Moonlight, if there was any, was not getting through the tree coverage.
Each of the three tents illuminated from within by lanterns and the outside
by the dying fire. My dad was putting another log or two on the fire.
"You want sum'in to drink?" I asked Matt as I got out of the tent.
"Sure."
The cooler was next to where my dad was sitting. I walked over and
I knew my dad noticed me, but seemed to acknowledge my existence at the
moment.
I grabbed two cokes, but instead of walking back to my tent, I
stood -- staring at him, waiting for him to acknowledge me. But he didn't
so I got tired of waiting.
"Look," I said, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to explode like that.
Can we talk about this -- civilized?"
He didn't respond at first. He just glanced at me a few times then
finally said, "I'd much rather talk about this with your mother present."
"But I wouldn't mind talking about it now," Mr. Ducker said,
startling me.
Matt, who had his head stuck out the tent, looked over at him, but
didn't speak. Mr. Ducker walked over and sat on the log bench that was
directly in front of our tent and faced Matt. I walked back and handed
Matt a coke, popping my can open and taking a gulp. I crawled back into
the tent and sat next to Matt.
"I did some thinking about what Will said, Matt and I have to agree
with some of it. I never thought about what you two must go through in
school, having to pretend, as Will puts it. I feel ashamed by the way I
treated you originally. I told you that along time ago. But now I feel
ashamed by the way I expected you to act afterwards. Will's right. I
can't expect you to pretend in the only place you can be yourself. So even
though I may feel a tad bit uncomfortable with seeing you two -- you know
-- being boyfriends, I'll get over it. You can be yourself around me. I
can live with it."
Matt grew a smile the size of which I've never seen before.
Without delay, he reached over and took a hold of me. He leaned in and was
about to kiss me, but I pulled back a little. He then realized he was
about to kiss me with his dad looking upon.
Mr. Ducker smiled, but didn't comment. He got up and then I saw my
dad, who was previously blocked, with his face in his hands. I wasn't sure
what was up with him.
The rest of the night went by in a dull mood. There wasn't much
talking at all. Matt and I had a snack of chips and cookies. Mr. Ducker
and my dad talked a little about us, I believe; I really wasn't paying
attention as we went back into our tents to listen to more music.
"I'm really sorry your dad's not taking it well like mine," Matt
uttered.
I looked up at him as I was lying down and he was sitting idly by
my side. "Why are you sorry?"
"I dunno. I just feel sorry for you. My dad's all working with me
on this and your dad just seems to want to argue some more. Wasn't he
doing well after your last argument with him?"
"Yeah, he was. Since that day when we came back from our
runaway-campin' trip, he's been pretty good about things. But I was
pretending most of that time. And I think my mother has a lot to do with
it too. She seems desperate to get us -- likin' each other again -- like
back to a normal family."
Matt reached out and put his hand square on my chest. I placed my
hand on top of his and held it firm; his other hand starting exploring the
side of my face. I looked away and closed my eyes, enjoying his touch and
the music which fit the mood.
"How about we play some cards?" Matt suggested. "It'll help pass
time."
"Rummy?"
"Is there any other?"
We laughed as I sat up. Then knowing Matt, there wasn't going to
be a game without some sort of bet attached.
"Strip poker?" he suggested.
As much as it intrigued me, seeing Matt naked is always a good
thing, but I wasn't comfortable with doing it at that time. I reached over
and moved the flap of the tent door. I could see both my dad and
Mr. Ducker moving about outside.
"Both our parents are still awake. I'm not sure if it's such a
good idea right now. What if they look in at us or sum'in?"
I thought for a moment to come up with something that would be
worthy of a bet.
"How about," I continued, lowering my voice as to make sure no one
but Matt could hear me, "the loser has to do what the winner wants --
tonight -- in bed -- after our parents have gone to sleep."
Matt's eyes widened at the thought. He quickly agreed and started
shuffling the deck. We played a good twenty minutes before I broke the
point limit originally set. But we were having such a good time we agreed
to double it so we could play longer. Still in the end, I won.
Matt seemed both intrigued and scared about what I had in store for
him. He interrogated me for a little while to tell him what I planned. I
played along pretending to have an evil scheme for him, but in fact, I had
no idea what I was going to ask him to do.
I finally got him to stop bugging me just past ten o'clock. That is
the time we guess based on the DJ's comments on the radio. I peeked out
the tent flap again to find Mr. Ducker picking up trash and putting some
things away.
He noticed me and said, "Hey boys. I'm heading to bed in a few
minutes -- just as soon as I'm done picking up."
"OK," I replied. "We'll be goin' down in a few also." I closed the
flap back and smiled at Matt. "They'll be done in a few."
We talked quietly waiting for Mr. Ducker to finish cleaning up and
head to his tent. The fire was really low now and barely illuminated
anything. Both parent's tents were not illuminated from within any longer;
they must have gone down for the night. Matt started crawling out when I
stopped him.
"Where you goin'?" I asked.
"I need to pee."
Just then I thought of something I could do to him -- as his debt
for the bet.
"Go naked," I suggested.
"What?"
"You have to take all your clothes off and go pee naked.
"Why?"
"You lost the bet. You're supposed to do one thing for me."
"No! What if my dad comes out?"
"But you're supposed to do what I wanted."
"I can't do that though."
I thought a minute. "OK -- I'll go with you. But it won't count
for the bet."
Without giving him chance to reply, I reached forward and lowered
his shorts. He giggled but didn't argue. We finished getting completely
naked. I looked out to double check that the parent's were down. And I
went first; I walked briskly in the same direction as we went last time.
It got dark very fast as we moved away from the fire. When I stopped, Matt
abruptly bumped into me. He giggled a little then I could see he was
trying to go pee. I couldn't see a thing in front of us as there was no
light. After a minute, I still hadn't heard the sounds of urine hitting
the ground.
"What's wrong?"
"Just give me a second. It's hard going when you're hard."
I laughed. "Relax and just go."
"It's not easy. Not use to being completely naked out in the
woods."
He finally relieved himself and we went back into our tent. When we
got back in, we laid down together and covered up with our blanket.
"It's kind'a chilly out there huh?" I proposed.
"You better warm me up then."
We moved close together and held each other. I turned the lantern
almost completely off, leaving it just slightly glowing. We started by
lightly kissing each other. Soon Matt had rolled on top of me and the
kissing became vigorous.
I broke the kiss and whispered, "You still owe me for the bet."
Matt just smiled. "Just tell me what."
"This is what," I said as my hand made its way over his back and to
the top of his butt. I slowly used my index finger to slide up and down
his crevasse. "Make love to me," I whispered. "Quietly."
Although I couldn't see his face well, I could see him smile. He
immediately dove back into a kiss and slowly started bucking. Our dicks
pressed flat between our warming stomachs. I pressed my index finger
firmly against his pucker. His face slid down the side of my head, and he
moaned just slightly. He continued to slowly rock as I started kissing his
neck. He spread his legs apart as wide as he could get them and pulled his
knees forward. I had full access to his ass and I took advantage of it.
My other hand pulled his cheeks apart while I continued pushing and rubbing
with my other.
Matt whispered ever so quietly, "You have something -- for it."
"I have toothpaste; if that's what you mean."
His moan meant yes. I reached into my bag and found my hygiene bag
and pulled out the toothpaste. I had to turn the lantern up a tad to see,
but I got a blob onto my finger -- careful not to touch the end. Matt got
repositioned and started humping again. I went back to my finger-feast on
his ass smearing the blob into his hole, pressing steadily inside him. I
could barely hear him groaning into my ear but I could feel the vibrations
from his throat on my shoulder.
"That feels incredible," he moaned.
I pressed my finger in all the way to its knuckle. The muscles
wrapped tightly around my finger. I pulled it out -- then pushed it back
in. His motions started speeding up and soon he was slightly huffing into
my ear. I whispered for him to be as quiet as possible. He only
momentarily quieted down, but as his bucking became more rigorous, so did
his moans.
"Push -- hard," I whispered.
I felt his pucker muscle loosen as I pulled out and prodded the
softness left behind. Matt gave a few violent pushes and I felt the warm
goo excreting from his dick. Once that hit, it was only two more tugs and
I blasted my own load.
We cleaned up, snuggled together and fell asleep soon after.
The next morning, we ate a light breakfast because we planned to go
to a local freshwater lake a few miles away and do a little swimming. We
left a little after breakfast and walked there. We figured a little
exercise in the morning couldn't hurt, and any sweat accumulated would be
vanquished with the swim, which was doubling as our morning shower.
We arrived at what looked like a small freshwater lake, the width
and length easily visible from our location. We put our bags down, took
our shoes and shirts off and went in. It was surprisingly cold for such a
warm day. Maybe it was the warm breeze making the water cooler or just the
fact it was cold, I don't know. Matt and I swam out further into the lake
than our parents did.
"This is great!" Matt exclaimed as he jumped onto my back. I
instantly sank. He held me under for a minute. Once he let me up, I
spewed water into his face.
"HA!" I laughed.
"Gross! Willie germs!" he barked back.
I laughed. "You didn't seem to mind my germs last night," I winked.
"Oh you're gonna get it now," Matt said in his redneck voice.
"You're a redneck now I see!" I yelled as I backed away from him.
Matt moved toward me as fast as he could, but I turned around and swam. We
went into a full swim-sprint out further into the middle of the lake. I
heard our dad's yelling for us to come back to the shore, but I ignored
them.
"What's wrong? Can't catch me?" I mocked as he fell behind. When
Matt had virtually come to a stand still, I headed toward the shore. I was
about half way back when I heard Matt from behind me, attempting to sneak
up on me, but swimming swiftly leaves a lot of noise. I noticed before he
got too close and I was back to a full swim. It wore me out pretty good,
but I believe it wore Matt out even more. My dad and Mr. Ducker were
sitting on the lakes edge chatting away.
"Left Matt in the dust I see," Mr. Ducker said.
"He couldn't catch a slug crawlin' up his leg," I ridiculed.
We splashed and fooled around a little longer before breaking out
the soap and shampoo. We cleaned up as best as we could considering the
circumstances and marched back to our camp. When we got back, my dad
rekindled the fire for lunch. The morning breeze had turned into afternoon
gusts. Dad grilled hamburgers he had previously fixed at home and packaged
for the trip. We had most of the fixings with them. After lunch, I was
feeling exhausted from our morning swim and early rise. Couple that with
the hard sleep that night, I was feeling tired.
"Think I'm gonna go lay down," I tiresomely said.
"Sounds like a good idea," my dad jumped in. "I didn't get much
sleep last night with all the noise." He stared directly at me when he
said that. I felt surprised, but shrugged it off. When I crawled into my
tent, Matt was close behind. We laid side by side, arms touching.
"You think my dad heard us last night?" I whispered.
"What? Why you think that?"
"The way he looked at me -- you know, when he said he didn't get
much sleep last night 'cause of all the noise."
"God I hope not!" Matt voiced loud enough for everyone to hear.
I quickly reached behind me and turned the radio back on leaving it
at the same low volume.
"I really don't think so," Matt said, "-- just creepy thinking
that."
We talked briefly, but it didn't last; laying down my eyes got heavy
and I dozed off.
Shivers ran across my body. I was pulled back into consciousness by
a chilling wind. I pulled the blanket over on top of me without opening my
eyes. The light hurt them, so I rolled over and put my arm around Matt. I
cuddled and tried to fall back into a sleep. But I had trouble. It gave
me a very eerie feeling. I came to realization that the wind was blowing
too hard for being in a tent. I opened one of my eyes. The light was
bright and a second later, I was focusing on the tree tops, the leaves
swaying in the wind.
I shot up frantically. I sat there in disbelief. I was sitting
exactly where I had fallen asleep -- the blanket, sleeping bag, shoes,
towels, radio and our bags all there in their place -- but the tent -- was
gone. I shook my head but it did no good. The fire was burning, the car
still in its original place, the vacant tent next to ours and the two tents
after it were there, but our tent was missing. I looked down and Matt was
still asleep.
I touched his cheek with my hand then gently nudged his shoulder.
"Matt?" I said softly. "Wake up Matt."
Matt made a few grumpy groans but woke up. He rubbed his eyes for a
second, and then shot up right beside me.
"What the?" he goggled. "What happened to our tent?"
I looked around; the tent was no where in sight. "I have no
freakin' idea."
I got up and looked around the campsite. I was still unable to
locate out tent. Matt joined me soon and we stood next to the fire.
"This is just unbelievable. There is no way the wind blew it away.
It's tied down just like all the others."
I heard noise from behind us so I turned. My dad had his machete
and was walking back to the campsite from the woods. I waited for him to
get close enough to us.
"Dad, our tent just disappeared!"
He stopped and looked at our belongings. "It does appear that way
huh?" he said nonchalantly.
"What?" I questioned in disbelief. "How can you say that? It just
didn't get up and walk away."
"You know, I think you're right Will. I'm sure it didn't walk
away," he said in return.
"I don't believe you. What's wrong?" I looked at him; he was
calmly standing there as if nothing out of the ordinary happened. "What
were you doin?"
"I was gettin' more firewood."
"But you don't got any wood with ya?"
My dad chuckled lightly. He walked toward us then stopped. He
looked me in the eye and said, "That's because I didn't get any." He then
walked past me and sat on the log bench. He continued, "You know son, I
really didn't want it to turn out this way."
"What? What way?" I replied.
"This way. The way we've become. I can't handle it. I just
can't." My dad lowered his head.
I suddenly felt sorry for him. I knew he had been trying, but I
couldn't imagine how hard it must be to accept a gay son. "Look, I said I
was sorry for yellin' at you yesterday. I know you're tryin'. That's all
that matters. We'll get through it."
"No -- we won't."
"Why not?" I asked, but my father didn't respond. He just held his
face down. "I don't understand?"
When my dad still didn't respond, Matt embraced me in a hug. I
looked intently at my father over Matt's shoulder. My dad looked up at me
-- his face red with anger. I squinted my eyes. My dad stood up, machete
in hand and lunged forward. I reacted out of instinct.
"Matt!" I yelled as I pushed him aside. My dad fell into me as I
grabbed his arm with the machete. I fell back as his momentum carried me.
I heard Matt gasp as he fell over the log bench backwards.
My dad grunted loud and he stood up, pushing me down hard. I saw
Matt scramble to his feet as my dad turned to face him. He swung the
machete forward. Matt tried to dodge it, but I saw it slice into Matt's
lower abdomen.
"What the fuck!" I yelled as I got up and jumped onto my dad's back.
"What the fuck! STOP!"
Matt groaned -- letting out a squeaky yelp. I struggled with my
dad, attempting to control his machete arm, but yet trying to see what
happened to Matt. My dad swung his body sideways violently to jolt me off,
but I wasn't letting go. My dad turned to face Matt once again. He was
lying on the ground right behind the log bench holding his lower left side.
He cried in pain.
"Dad!" Matt cried -- then groaned loudly.
My dad reached over his shoulders and grabbed the back of my head.
He leaned forward as he pulled hard. I slide off over him. He got out of
my grasp but I jumped up quickly. He stared at me for a second.
"What are ya doin'?" I bogglingly asked.
He grunted then lunged forward at me this time. I attempted to
avoid his thrust, but he nipped me across my arm, leaving a sharpening pain
shooting to my head. Out of pure adrenalin, I didn't respond immediately
to the pain, instead I focused on grabbing his arm as he pulled back. As I
held on as tight as I could to the butt of the machete, I twisted my body
into his and tried to knock him over.
"ARG!" Matt continued to cry, "Dad!"
He wrapped his arm around my neck and pulled me away from my grip.
I coughed at the pressure against my throat, but I refused to let go of my
grip on the machete. And when I was flung aside, I dug my fingernails into
his thumb and the weapon came flying out. It landed right next to me. As
soon as I realized what happened, I snatched it. But my father was right
on top of me, pushing me hard into the ground -- his hand firmly on top of
mine arm.
"STOP!" I screamed with all my might -- the weight of my dad making
it hard.
Matt continued to cry in pain as my dad and I struggled. My dad
pushed my face down into the dirt and I got a mouth full of dried dirty
leaves. This enabled him to pull the machete free from my hand and stand
up without a problem. He backed away, inching ever closer to Matt. I
turned over to look at him; he was red with anger. I spit the dirt out of
my mouth.
"What are you doin' this for?" I begged again.
He started using the machete as a pointer. "I'm doin' this for your
own good. You have no idea what I'm saving you from. Both of you," he
said as he glanced at Matt, who was weeping in distress. "I can't live
like this any longer -- knowin' my own son is -- is -- it's just not gonna
work."
"But I thought we went through this," I pleaded.
"We have many times," he growled. "I'm doin' this as a favor son.
You'll realize that soon enough."
He raised his arms into an attacking position above Matt.
"NOOO!" I screamed. Matt shrieked and put an arm up in self
defense.
I jumped up as fast as I could, ran and tackled my father right as
he started his downward motion. I pushed and shoved as hard as I could as
we went crashing into Mr. Ducker's tent. It collapsed under our weight,
the thin frame snapping and the fabric ripping, engulfing us in an
intertwinement of confusion. I reached for his arms to grab the weapon --
but it was gone. I looked around for it, but was interrupted by two hands
wrapping tightly around my neck.
I gasped; my lungs desperate for air. I instinctively clutched his
wrists, trying with all my strength to break free.
"STOP!" Matt attempted to yell, but his voice was weakening.
My dad rolled over on top of me, still squeezing the air from me.
My tongue jolted out as I desperately sucked in what I could.
A rock hit my father across the back, catching his attention. His
head swung backwards to see what happened. He let his guard down for just
a moment, but I took advantage and when he looked back at me, I jabbed my
thumb into his eye. He let out a groan and released his grip around my
neck. I coughed and gagged for air as I pushed him aside and scrambled
away from him.
Matt was slumped against the log bench, blood covering his entire
left side, running down his leg. I was astonished by the amount of blood;
I knew it couldn't be good. I wobbled over to him. He pulled the machete
from behind him and looked up at me.
"Take it!" he wheezed out.
I seized it and turned around to face my dad -- positioning in
defense mode. My dad was still holding his eye and lying on the ground.
He cursed sporadically, but seemed to have given up when he saw I had the
machete again.
I looked down at Matt.
"My God Matt!" I muttered. I bent down next to him. My dad grunted
again, so I looked at him. "Don't come near -- I swear I'll use this
thing!" I declared as I swung it in his direction.
My dad slowly got up and moved forward.
"Don't do it! I will hurt you!" I declared again.
Instead, my dad backed away toward his tent and crawled inside.
I instantly lowered my guard and attended to Matt.
"Matt!" I wheezed, instantly reached down to comfort him. I placed
my arm around his shoulder and caressed his face. He was red and tear
jerked from his injury. I reached down to touch his hand holding pressure
on his cut, but when I came in contact with the blood, I froze.
"Let me see it," I ordered.
He gasped as he removed his hand. I saw the t-shirt had a large
rip in it. I lifted it up and saw the worst thing I could have imagined.
He had a large laceration starting just left of his belly button and
reaching to his side. It looked deep based on the length and size.
"Just keep pressure on it -- I can't fuckin' believe this. I'll
get you help. Hold on Matt -- please!"
"It hurts -- really," he squalled.
I took my shirt off and pressed it against his wound. I looked
around, trying to see what happened to Matt's dad, but he was no where in
sight. "Mr. Ducker! Help! Anyone?" I hollered to the woods.
Realizing I was not attracting any attention, I turned to my dad's
tent. "Gimmie the keys!" I shouted. I turned back to Matt. He was
looking pretty bad. "I'll drive us outta here if I hafta."
I heard my dad rummaging through his bag making a lot of noise.
"Gimmie the keys dammit!" I repeated. I poked the front of the tent
with the end of the machete -- the fidgeting inside ceased. A second
later, my dad came out. Only he had a gun. My eyes widened and I lost all
sense of confidence. The adrenaline had since worn off and I came to
comprehend the situation. My knees felt weak and when I glanced at Matt, I
felt a sense of urgency, as I feared he was hurt far further than I
originally felt. There was a massive amount of blood -- more than I
figured he could lose. I lowered my arm as my dad indicated for me to drop
it.
I dropped the machete on the edge of the log bench as I backed up.
I inched backwards as my father inched forward. He started chuckling in
defiance of me.
"You know, I'm doin' this for your own good."
"You -- you, you planned this from the beginning? You brought a
gun?" I chocked out. "You -- you planned this before we even got here!"
He chuckled some more. "I only have one son left."
He raised the gun to point it straight at me. I started shaking in
fear. I was in complete awe at the sight I was witnessing.
"Dad -- don't!" I said calmly, hoping to reason with him at this
point.
With his arm straight out, he turned and looked down at Matt, and
slowly turned the gun on him.
BANG!
My skin jumped. My heart skipped. I felt stunned and in utter
stupor. Matt went limp, the rag dropping from his grip; his head slumping
back onto the bench. Blood slipped from the edge of his mouth. I was
frozen -- my mind unable to comprehend what happened.
My knees became so weak, they buckled under my weight. I wasn't
able to understand anything. Matt was looking at me, his red tear-soaked
face gazing straight at me. The gun smoke blurring the vision, the blood
sucking my will. I started breathing heavily and soon it turned into
gasping for air. My head went light. I felt dizzy and I soon collapsed
and fell flat on my face. I was conscious but unable to move, think or
feel. My body, mind and soul felt empty, suddenly vacuumed from existence.
Rage built up and soon adrenaline filled my system as my body geared
toward survival. My dad nonchalantly walked closer to me, the gun still in
hand and raised it to me. I pounced onto my hands and knees and jolted
forward, hitting my dad's lower legs. He tried to brace himself but I was
too pumped and heavy for him. He fell backwards and hit his head on the
edge of the bench. The gun fell from his hand as he gave an awful yelp.
My dad looked unconscious as I got up off him and crawled toward
Matt. My emotions soon overcame my adrenaline and tears started rolling
from my eyes. I got over to Matt and found a blotch of blood center mass.
"Matt?" I whispered. I shook his shoulders. Then I touched his
face, wiggling it from side to side attempting to wake him. "Matt?" I
cried again. I pulled him into me, embracing his limp body in a hug. I
couldn't feel anything but emptiness. I cried as I put my face against
his, forehead to forehead. I put my lips on his and they were still warm
as I kissed him, my tears squishing between our lips. I squeezed him hard,
tighter than I've ever squeezed before.
"Matt?" I whimpered again. "Wake up. Don't! No -- wake up Matt."
I lost the energy to speak and soon I was crying hallow moans. I looked at
his light blue eyes and they appeared to be staring back at me but they
gazed lifelessly. I slowly closed his eyes, taking in his look, hoping he
could see me one last time.
I closed my eyes and pulled him back into me. I had to feel him. I
caressed his soft hair and touched every aspect of his face -- lips -- nose
and cheeks. I had to take him in one last time. I had to live for that
moment forever. I couldn't let go.
I wiped Matt's blood from my face; I started feeling sick to my
stomach as I had no energy or adrenaline left in me. I was going to heave,
but it was gone the second I saw a reflection in the car window. My dad
was standing behind me again. I slowly turned to face him, red with anger.
He had blood on his hand, and a stream of blood running the side of his
face.
"WHY?!" I cried out.
He didn't respond in words, but in action. He raised the gun at me
-- his hand twitching with emotion. I glared at the gun, angry but scared.
I gradually began to shake my head side to side, fearful of what he was
going to do. He held his place for a few minutes. His eyes closed, and
when I thought about getting up to attack him again, I was held down by the
lifeless body I was clutching. I couldn't let go of Matt. It felt like he
was holding me in place, gripping me not to leave him.
The wind picked up, making the noise of the leaves amplify. I
couldn't hear anything but the leaves, crashing against each other. My
dad's mouth moved as if he said something, but no noise came from him. I
saw him squeeze the gun -- a flash of light beckoned and a puff of smoke
spewed from it -- but no noise.
I was motionless and thoughtless, but my body told me I was in
trouble. I felt suddenly weak. I looked down at the gush of blood on my
chest. It turned immensely painful. I collapsed to lie next to Matt. My
eyes blinked in pain, then blurred. I watched my boyfriends face slowly
fade from my vision -- my eyes too heavy to hold open. I blinked, trying
to see him as long as I could, but I could only keep my eyes open for
moments at a time. I couldn't breathe for what my lungs desired.
His face lit up, bright and white. I blinked -- and blinked -- each
time his face becoming whiter and whiter. I closed my eyes, trying to open
them, but I saw Matt, wading in the swimming pool, laughing and giggling --
jumping up and making large splashes. Then he was crouched behind the door
of Vanessa's room, peeking through the crack -- his gorgeous smooth legs
flexing in front of me -- the rim of his ankle high socks complimenting
perfectly his delicate skin.
I was next to him, watching a movie in the dark theatre, two people
next to me on the other side kissing. I looked over and Matt leaned into
me, our lips meeting half way and then parting slowly. Then he was lying
next to me on his bed. He looked at me and smiled. He reached for me,
taking my hand and placing it on his uncovered crotch. His eyes closed and
he sighed in pleasure.
I saw him struggling to release himself from the bully's grip,
whipping his arms and legs violently. He screamed a silent echo. I pushed
my way to him in an attempt to help him, but I was knocked away. Matt was
dragged from my view and again, gave a hallow yell.
He was sitting on his bed, miserable -- unable to speak, words not
coming to him. He started to whimper -- to the point of breaking down. I
whispered for him not to worry, that I was there and was not going to let
him be lonely and miserable any longer. I moved toward him and touched
him. I leaned him down and our lips made contact. I slowly kissed him --
reassuring him everything was alright now.
A second later, he was slowly going in rhythmic circles. He was
dancing with a girl, and I was opposite him, dancing with another girl. I
watched him closely, smirking at the irony of the situation. His smiled in
return. We watched each other, both knowing full well we wanted to be
dancing with each other, holding hands and being close.
The girl was gone and we were behind his garage. He was being
verbally abused by his father, mentally anguished. I longed for saving
him, but he was soundly accepting it was to be. I told Matt to hang on and
I'd try to help, but we were interrupted, I couldn't tell by what.
I found myself with Matt in a dark room -- our secret hiding place
in the back of the school theatre. It was just me and him -- we were
holding each other. He reached down and touched my crotch -- my pants fell
to the ground, my hormones getting the best of me. He dropped his own
pants and then took a hold of me. We held each other, half naked in the
cold dark room.
We were at our excursion campsite; the spring air was cool against
our naked bodies as we stared into the night sky. The stars shining bright
as we shared body heat in a long passionate kiss. Then, he looked at me,
and I could hear him tell me that he loved me. I returned the notion. I
loved him. I looked at him and he looked at me.
I used all the strength I had left to open my eyes one last time.
Matt's face was starting back at me, his eyes open and alive with emotion.
"Matt?" I whispered -- bewildered at the sight.
He smiled. "Hello Will," he said as clear as ever -- no sign of
pain or anguish. He stood in an aura of bright warming light.
My eyes widened. "Matt -- you're -- you're --"
"I'm fine, Will. Nothing to worry about now." His voice was very
comforting.
"But," I said -- incapable of completing my thought with words. I
looked around but I was unable to see anything -- everything was a warm
glowing light.
"Hello William," someone said startling me.
"Robert?" I gawked audibly.
"Yeah, it's me, your brother. Don't worry about anything. It's
alright now."
"But what's happenin'?"
"Look for yourself," Robert said as he indicated for me to look
past him.
There, in the middle of the campsite, I saw unmistakably my father
standing over two bodies. The blood was ever present and the image was
numbing. I was staring at Matt and myself. The image swung around to my
backside as I looked back at Robert and Matt, both standing in front of me.
"Matt's here waiting for you," Robert said.
Matt grinned, his eyes calm-vivid blue and his smile more adorable
than ever.
"But what's goin' on?" I asked.
"You've been freed. You and Matt are free now. You can be
together forever -- no worries."
"What do you mean freed?"
"You're free from the confines of the human mind and human society.
You found your soul mate, Will. Matt found his soul mate -- and now both
of you are ready to live eternity together."
I must have looked confused because Robert continued to explain
after a second.
"When you find your soul mate, you can go into eternity as one --
as a complete being destined for love forever. Love between a man and a
woman can be strong, but only so strong because it's not the eternal love a
soul needs. In life, when a man and woman fall in love, they complete each
other -- compliment each other -- but it's incomplete because it's not a
soul mate -- just their completed self. The bond between you two is
stronger than the bond of love between a man and woman because you're
already a being. Gays search for love and can find their soul mate, an
advantage above all else. Everyone else searches for their paired being.
When they finally face eternity, they must find their soul mate then,
something you and Matt already did. You and Matt found each other. That
is all that matters.
"You two are already complete beings and therefore your love is the
strongest possible. It is when two young boys can fall in love despite the
massive pressures against you, and defy the world, that true love forms.
True love stands the test of human endurance and the human forces of
ignorant evil. Gay love endures both of those, and in the end, cannot be
broken. The bond between two boy's hearts is stronger than any human force.
The constant funnel of bigotry and hatred simply because of one minor
difference in the heart has only made that bond of love into a unison
beating heart, shared in both mind and soul. The destruction of the
physical body cannot stop what is the true test of time -- love.
"And because you have your soul mate, you can venture into eternity
as one and be together forever. No one can go in without their soul mate
because there is only one emotion in eternity, and that is love."
"There's no hate in there?" I asked. "We can be together without a
problem?" "It's eternity. Love is the only true emotion; all other
emotions evolved from humans and are emotions to distort love and to keep
love apart. A soul cannot love without a soul mate, and a soul mate cannot
be present without love."
I looked back at Matt. He was standing as beautifully as ever. I
smiled and walked over to him. I reached out and touched his face. He was
soft and warm.
"Go on now," Robert whispered.
"What about you?" I asked. "Why are you still here?"
"My soul mate is still not here. I have to wait."
"Oh -- I'm sorry." "It's not bad though, really. Remember what I
said -- only love can be felt here."
I turned to Matt. Looking into his eyes I asked, "You know, I knew
from that first kiss -- I knew it. I could feel it -- like our souls
connected somehow."
Matt beamed. "You could feel it too? I guess we were meant to
be."
We giggled. Matt leaned forward and kissed me gently. Then we
walked leisurely into the brightness of eternity -- hand in hand.
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Author's note: That's the end of the story. I hope everyone enjoyed it
as much as I enjoyed writing it.
I do have plans to continue writing...and I think those who read the story
close enough could guess what needs to be settled ;) Yeah -- that thing
with Ian -- I think maybe he deserves a story of his own.
I probably won't get around to it for awhile though -- end of May maybe,
and I won't release any until I've completely finished with the story so I
won't have the issues I had with this story...Hopefully sometime over the
summer Ian gets released :)
Now that the story is over...I'd love to hear complete feedback about the
entire story- if you have questions/comments/suggestions on anything and
everything... let me know.
wcordova98@yahoo.com
Thanks
Love,
Will