Drop and Give Me 50

Chapter 23: The Talk

It wasn’t even lunch and we had made breakfast, I came clean about my condition and Dr. Grant, I demonstrated Kegel exercises, and I totally laid waste to my boyfriend’s ass with a massive dildo. Boyfriend. Wait. Did I just mentally refer to Brent as my boyfriend? Well, was he? We are friends. We fuck. But it’s not like the whole High School “going steady” or “Facebook Official” kind of thing. Or is it?

Me: Alright Mr. Dina-Soar-Ass, wanta make us some drinks? You might need the alcohol for pain relief. It’s not like we can put hot tea with honey up your ass.

Brent: Ha ha. Very funny. It’s a bit soar. But wow was that amazing. I was floating. I feel sorry for guys who never experience that. They have no idea what they are missing.

Me: I see we are totally on the Bottom Bandwagon. Drinks. Drinks. I’m going to go check on Grumpy.

I did a quick survey of the house for bombs; nothing was found, and neither was Grumpy. The litter box had been used, so she was verifiably defused. I noticed a small cat door in the side of the house right by the litter box and assumed Grumpy had retired to the yard for the morning.

We sat out on the chaise lounges drinking our mid-morning cocktails. I eventually spotted Grumpy curled up in a chair on the other side of the pool.

Me: What a life. Beautiful house. Booze before noon. Unbelievable sex. Even Grumpy seems happy.

Brent: And the carriage turns into a pumpkin at midnight.

Me: They’re not back until tomorrow.

Brent: Yeah, but I’ve got to go home tonight. My parents are expecting me. And they’ve been very gracious with the hall passes of late, so I don’t want to piss them off.

Me: Well, let’s just make the most of the half day we have left.

Brent: I want to be honest with you. We’ve been saying we could be gay. Maybe we are. Maybe not. And last week, that was valid. I don’t know about you. But it’s not valid for me anymore. What just happened to me. That’s going to keep happening for me. I’m not living my life without that. No woman is going to do that to me. I’m not interested in a life where sex is limited to me just putting my dick in some girl’s pussy. If that means I’m gay, or bi, or whatever. So be it.

Me: It’s not valid for me either. I’ll admit, I’m relieved you said it first.

Brent: Did we just come out to each other?

Me: Yeah. Kinda. I guess we did.

Brent: OK. So, now what?

Me: I want to be honest with you, with myself, and with Dr. Grant. Well, except for that thing about watching his porn video. But I don’t think we owe anyone else an explanation. We have less than a semester left in our senior year. We have baseball season ahead of us. I’m not saying we lie or date girls to cover the situation up. But I think we just take some time to get used to the honesty between the two of us and figure that out for ourselves before we involve others.

Brent: And what happens if one of us slips?

Me: What do you mean?

Brent: What if I stare at you a moment too long? What if I smile just a little too big in your direction? What if my body is in pain to kiss you, and we get caught? What then?

Me: Two choices. Cat’s out of the bag or we find a way to put the genie back in the bottle. Both options have downsides. If we come out, we somewhat lose the space we currently have to ease into and figure out what’s going on between us. If we deny the situation, it could hurt the bond between us.

Brent: I don’t want to do anything to hurt this. If we get caught, it complicates things, but I don’t want us turning on each other. Let’s keep it under wraps, but if we slip, we stand by each other like men, not scared little boys.

Me: Deal. So, what IS going on between us?

Brent: I think I know. What these last two weekends tell me is twofold. I’m gay, and my feelings for you go beyond the mere fact that you are male and having sex with me.

Me: I would say the same. Brent, it’s hard to know something you’ve never experience before, but as scary as it is to say it, I love you.

Brent: Well, to quote you from before, I’m relieved you said it first. But I’m pretty sure I’m loving you right back.

Me: I can’t believe this is happening. Three weeks ago, I was a virgin, thought I was straight, and had shame issues due to needing to sit to pee. Now, I’m getting better, I’ve had some mind-blowing sex, and. . . .I’m in a relationship with the hottest guy I know.

Brent: You hesitated. What were you going to say?

Me: I was going to say I have the hottest boyfriend on the planet.

Brent: Well, second hottest. I have the hottest boyfriend on the planet.