Date: Sun, 30 Mar 2014 06:20:01 -0700 (PDT) From: Cameron Jones <psychpatientcameron@yahoo.com> Subject: Cameron and Steve (part 1 of 1) Fourteen Cameron was fourteen when the bullying started and bullies never need the truth to make accusations. Whether someone is gay or straight may or may not be cemented by the time he is fourteen, and for Cameron, he would have never thought that he was gay. He was just a normal boy with all the aspirations of hormone laden boys. Dreams of Samantha with her bleach blonde hair and Mackenzie with her curly brown hair from home room kept him awake many nights. Cameron missed his dad terribly as he had died two years before, leaving him without the needed male figure to have the talk. Millions of boys, every year, from all across the world, have to endure the dreaded talk about the birds and the bees, while wondering why their dads had to tell them the things that nature and health class already had. Cameron would be spared the embarrassment, but he would, later in life, wish he had the chance to ask his dad some questions. He spent most of his free time, for the next two years, helping to repay the favor to Jessica and Steve's favor of having watched him while dad was in the hospital and when mom was working after his dad passed away. They never dreamed of asking his mom for any money for helping out their distressed neighbor, but when Jessica went to work for Steve's business, she insisted "Marge, its only fair we pay you two since I am working and making money." "But you helped me when I was working and making money." "Honey, its ok, Cameron, does a great job watching the twins, and its not like we are at an urgent crises where we have to have the help. Hopefully it will never come to it, but if we do need the help, I'll let you refuse then," Said Jessica. "But you are paying us too much!" Said Marge. "Marge, its ok, we make a lot of money in our business, and its our way of helping out. Maybe the money can go for Cameron's college tuition." Marge felt better, although she didn't want charity for either herself or her son, she didn't want to look a gift horse in the mouth either. She loved her son, and was glad that he was making ten dollars an hour babysitting, and a good amount of the time was spent sleeping in the bed next to the twins. Logan approached Cameron on the school bus and asked, "Hey, can I sit with you man?" "Sure." "I'm sorry I've been such a dick to you. You didn't deserve it," Said Logan while Cameron wondered if Logan was being for real. "It's ok." "I saw Jessica, that hot blonde, hugging and kissing you this morning. You've got it going on. Wait until I tell the guys." Logan had commented about Jessica giving a kiss on top of the head as she always did when Cameron finished watching the twins. She was every young-man-in-town's dream. Blonde, tall, skinny, an ass that filled up the spandex workout shorts she universally wore, and a chest that wasn't too small, but wasn't too big. Too top it off, Jessica was twenty-seven which meant that she wasn't too old for a young-man's imagination. If she had been born a few generations earlier and a teacher, Simon & Garfunkel would have sang a song about her! Cameron, held back the urge to straighten out the situation and said, "no, no, please don't. Its a secret. You can't tell anyone." I fooled him, He will tell everyone now, and then Mackenzie and Samantha will be after me! The daily ritual for Cameron was that he got off the school bus at four and went to Jessica's as his mom was there watching the twins. She would make dinner while he did his homework, then he would take over and mom would go home afterward. Home was across the street, and if he ever needed her, she was just a phone call away. Being two years old, but not yet in the terrible twos, he would put them in their cribs at eight. He would watch some more television and read Jessica's Seventeen, Cosmopolitan, Vogue, Elle, Victora's Secret, and a slew of other magazines and catalogs gave Cameron a lot of reading at nights. He never quite understood what he enjoyed so much about the girly mags, but he rather enjoyed them. In the mornings he would wake up at seven and have breakfast with Jessica, and then go home to take a shower, change, and visit with mom. Sixteen Jessica walked out of the bedroom wearing a pair of light pink spandex shorts with a matching sports bra. Cameron found himself staring at her navel and flat stomach for what felt like an eternity, but could have only been a second or two. She asked, "Hey, you want to ride bikes with us this morning?" "I would love to, but I don't have a bike." Cameron Said. "We have that extra one hanging up, you can take it!" She said, while Steve came out of the bedroom in his black bike shorts without a t-shirt. His heart skipped a beat as he had never seen Steve in spandex up close before. Normally, Cameron would be gone before they got ready for their Saturday morning bike ride, but had seen him in his shorts riding past on the bike before. "I'd love too." He said, and took out his phone and sent mom a text message. "Be careful," was the text message he received back, as Jessica had taken him to the bedroom and handed him a pair of red and blue spandex shorts. "Would you like to wear the matching top with this?" She asked. "Yes, of course!" he said. She pulled out a tank top which matched the shorts exactly, which made him ask, "How do these match like this?" "They come in a set. I always get mine in a set." "These are women's?" "Yeah, but don't let it bother you, no one will know." "Are you sure?" He Asked. "You see my husband, he's just wearing the shorts, they will pay attention to his big muscles or they will be looking at my butt. Either way and won't pay much attention to you, and since men's and women's bike shorts are the same, no one will know." Cameron thought about how if the word of him wearing her spandex outfits were to get out that he would never escape the friend-zone. Mackenzie told him that he was fun, nice, and good looking, but was like a brother to her and that she couldn't have a relationship with a brother. This was the same sentiment echoed from other girls he tried to go out with. He figured that they would see him in her spandex outfit and think he was cute, and not one to explore teenage sexuality with. When he came out of the bathroom she noticed his underwear was quite noticeable through the shorts. She opened a drawer and pulled out two pairs of underwear, a brown thong and a brown brief. "You should wear one of these so your undies won't show. They are seamless and won't have panty lines." He was speechless for a second, and followed up with, "You want me to wear your panties?" "You don't have to, but I promise It will be our secret." Just the thought of being in her panties drove Cameron wild. She was hot . . . and married. He knew that he would never have a chance to explore his fantasies with her, and he knew that this was the closest he could get. He noticed her smile, took both pairs to try them on, and handed her back the briefs and said, "The thong fit better than the brief". Steve walked into the bedroom at just the wrong time, and with one stroke of his verbal paintbrush he made both their cheeks red, and said, "The thong is her favorite too." Steve picked up his keys and went on his business like nothing had happened. The bike ride was a fun outing. Jessica and Steve's bikes had trailers which held one of the twins in each one. The twins loved the ride and were laughing almost the entire trip. Cameron noticed how the thong stayed in place, and never gave him a wedgie, unlike what he had thought. The tighty-whities he normally wore seemed to give him a constant wedgie. He understood why women wore them. It made him appreciate that although Jessica was almost thirty and he was sixteen, they both were the same size and it made him feel a special connection to her. Jessica stunned him when she asked, "Cam, Has anyone ever complimented you on your hips before?" "No," He said. "You have really nice hips. Most men don't have curves there," She said as he felt awkward for a moment and then realized that he had seen her either in just her bra and panties or in spandex shorts a lot of times, but she really hadn't seen him in just his underwear or spandex before. "Thank you. But, is that a good thing?" He asked. "Yes, I think so!" Said Steve, who had came back to the kitchen where they were talking. "Women love men with love handles only because men don't have hips. You will find that women go crazy for them. A guy I went to college with had big hips and he couldn't fight the women off." The next Saturday came around and Cameron went on the bike ride with them again. She didn't even ask what he wanted to wear as she pulled out a pair of blue bike shorts that covered his knees. The top didn't cover the stomach like the previous week's top did. After the ride, Cameron's mom came over for lunch and commented, "I like those capri tights on you." "Thanks," He said a little embarrassed. "Don't be shy." She finished. "He looks really cute," said Jessica, which reminded him of what Mackenzie and all of the girls he had tried to date before had told him over and over again. I get it, I'm cute, but does anyone want to be my girlfriend? Later in the day, Jessica took him to her bedroom and said, "I've gained some weight, and I have been giving you my smaller sized clothes. I don't want to just throw them away, so, how about I give them to you?" "Ok, thanks." She went over to her closet, grabbed a pair of jeans, and said, "try these on". After some resistance, he put on the jeans to find they fit in a way that none of his other jeans had fit before – perfectly. There was space for his hips, and the legs didn't feel like a big parachute. She continued, "The girls will love you in these." He reluctantly took the jeans, the panties, but happily took the bike shorts, leggings, and tops. He knew he would never have a prayer to get out of the friend-zone wearing women's jeans. He did have some clothes at their place, so he put them in the closet there. A moving truck pulled up a few doors down and the crew began to unload its contents. A few minutes later pulled up a black car, and out came Mackenzie. He could hardly contain his excitement that she was going to be his neighbor, and went down to say hello and offer his help. How could he not help the family of his crush? "Hey Cam! I love the jeans!" Mackenzie said as she noticed that they had a slight flare, and were faded in the right places. She assumed that he must have gotten them from the mall for a hundred dollars, and not from Jessica, because Jessica had gained a little weight. "Hey, you didn't tell me you were going to be my neighbor!" "Cam, I didn't know you lived out here." "Come in, meet my mom and dad." She took him inside and gave him a welcome like she had never before. Normally, she would talk to him, but never with a bright smile. They went on a walk around the neighborhood and Cameron told her who the neighbors were. They went over to Steve and Jessica's. When he started to leave and take her to meet his mom, Jessica said, "please come over anytime Cameron is watching the kids." Jessica loved Cameron and wanted him to be happy – she couldn't have missed the chemistry between Cameron and Mackenzie. "Oh My God. He is hot!" Mackenzie said to Cameron in reference to Steve with his tight stomach and strong arm muscles. She pretended to fan herself like a proper lady of the 1800s would have and continued, "I'm in love." Cameron laughed and said, "that's what everyone says." Steve was in his mid forties and looked like he was in the prime of his life. He had this way of attracting the women's attention. As they got to his front steps, Mackenzie said, "I like how those jeans fit on your butt." as she placed her left hand in his back right pocket and turned so they were facing each other. She concluded her move by giving him a soft nervous kiss on the lips and stepped back to his side. Cameron continued to watch the twins while Steve and Jessica worked in the evening. When Mackenzie found out that Cameron was wearing hand-me-down jeans from Jessica, she thought he was a kinky boy, and found herself even more attracted to him. In her estimation, a man who was willing to do his own thing, regardless of what everyone else might think, is hot. She also thought that it was a rock star thing to do. He never fully escaped the friend-zone with Mackenzie, but their friendship was physical, if not out right sexual as she wanted to save her virginity for marriage. Cameron would always regard the years from age sixteen to eighteen as the best of times of his life. He watched the twins, aced his classes, had lots of fun hanging out with Mackenzie, loved doing things with Jessica and Steve, missed his dad, and loved his mom for everything she did for him. Eighteen The boys were almost five, and Cameron was about to finish high school when Jessica had her first breast cancer operation. Cameron and his mom watched the boys as much as possible, and made sure things were taken care of. They would take the boys to the hospital to see their mother. She was in the hospital for two weeks as the doctor said, "There was more than we detected from the MRIs." Mackenzie helped Cameron keep a positive outlook with her friendship and love. It was clear that she loved him, even though he was trapped in the friend-zone. When Jessica was released the doctor's prognosis wasn't good. She had maybe five years to live. Cameron took off school to help Jessica with one of her biggest wishes, and that was to take her boys to Disney World and see the smile on their faces as they saw cartoon characters in real life. The discussion of what to wear between Jessica and Cameron had felt like it was a discussion between two girlfriends. Cameron had read enough of her girly magazines to know about women's fashion, had been wearing the jeans Jessica gave him, and had been wearing the spandex bike shorts and leggings with the seamless panties underneath. Jessica thought they should wear matching black cotton leggings with Mickey and Minnie shirts. How could he resist. Mackenzie was jealous and wanted to go, but her parents wouldn't let her miss school. Mackenzie thought that it might be a little weird for a guy to wear the leggings at Disney, but that he always looked cute wearing them on the bike. When they arrived in Orlando, Cameron surprised Jessica by picking out a cute t-shirt of Minnie mouse for them both to wear. Had it been any other time, he wouldn't have worn a shirt, but he knew that it would make her happy, and after all, this trip was for her. Steve was able to secure a medical needs pass which allowed them to skip most lines, and later, secured her a ride in a golf cart back to the monorail station when she almost collapsed. Cameron did everything he could to make Jessica's trip the best that it could be. He found why she wanted to wear the leggings as they were very comfortable and kept his legs from being sun-burned. Five years turned into about five months as Jessica found herself in the hospital. After the third day, when Cameron and his mom brought the twins to see her, she asked Steve if she could have some alone time with Cameron, and told him while trying to hold back sobs, "Cam, I love you like you are a son, but yet you are my best friend. We took care of you when you were a little kid, but you have taken so good care of us. Please do me one last favor, don't let anyone else come and take the kids from me. I'm worried that he might end up with someone who will be mean to the kids and treat them like red headed stepchildren. I've seen the look in your eyes for him, and I've seen the look in his eyes for you. No one could deny the look in your eyes for me." her sobs turned to a laugh. "I love him, and I always will. I love you, and I always will. So please, don't let him end up with anyone else. I know you two belong together now." Cameron had a flood of tears coming from his eyes, which made it take him three times before he could intelligibly say, "Don't say that, you will get better." "No, I won't Cameron, I'm going to die. The cancer is in my bones and all over my body. I will be lucky to be alive tomorrow." The tears poured on even more, as he said, "I love you." As he went to the hallway to get his mom, Steve, and the twins, she began to feel guilty as if she is putting the responsibility of her life onto Cameron, but when she saw his smile, she knew that it was going to happen anyway and this was her way of giving a blessing. The news was delivered to Cameron's mom when Steve's cries came by phone at four in the morning. Cameron's mom went over to check on the boys, and saw all three sleeping in the same bed, and couldn't bear the thought of robbing him of his sleep, she could tell him in the morning. The twins, as they have grown older, cannot be apart without becoming anxious yet alone sleep apart. Cameron, always let them sleep with him as the two girls would always climb up in the bed he slept on. "She's gone, isn't she?" Cameron said as his tears started to overwhelm him. He hadn't heard her unlock the front door as she did so very quietly. He hadn't heard her almost trip over the Baby doll in the hallway, but he heard her silently looking at him. "She is." His mom said as she turned to grab him some facial tissues. He got out of bed without waking the twins, and couldn't go back to sleep. The funeral came and went, graduation came and went, and Cameron continued to watch the twins just as before. The trauma of losing his best friend, made him withdraw from the college he was going to attend. He was going to wait until the Spring semester and go to the local community college. The end of August day came when it was time for Mackenzie to leave for college. She went over to say farewell to Cameron. "I can tell you love him. Don't let him slip through your fingers." She didn't have to say who, he knew she was talking about Steve. He gave the hand-in-the-cookie-jar look and said with a fully flushed face, "how do you know that?" "I see the way you look at him and the way he looks at you." "But I'm not gay!" Cameron Protested. "What does that have to do with anything? You love him and he loves you. That's all that matters. Go get him!" Cameron knew she was right. The whole concept of gay and straight didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was that he did love Steve, and he was sure Steve loved him. That night, when the twins went to sleep, Cameron looked through Jessica's drawers, which were still organized like she hadn't gone anywhere, looked through her panties and put on the nicest looking pink-lace brief, went over to the closet, put on the matching bra, and climbed into Steve's bed. After Steve got home, had dinner, and crawled in bed himself, five months of the most agonizing pain of loneliness had been healed, not erased, but healed as he uncovered Cameron's secret. When he saw Cameron in the lace bra and panties he began to rub Cameron's butt which prompted Cameron to french kiss Steve. The french kiss ended with Steve removing Cameron's pink panties and taking his virginity. The one sex act healed not only the loneliness inside of Cameron from missing Jessica, but also the loneliness he had inside of him all of his life from never having had a real high school girlfriend. As Cameron grew older, and their relationship matured, Cameron knew he had a friend looking over him and Steve, and he hoped that one day that they could all be reunited.