If Truth be Told

From your Author.

It has been over two weeks since I posted the last chapter so you might have to go back and read the last one. I did an obscure story a while back called ‘Over A Scotch’. I think I started and ended in two chapters last Thanksgiving. RJC.

“I don’t remember. Wait, I do. It was my fourteenth birthday. That was when you started looking at me like you do; like now.”

“I couldn’t hide it anymore, Addam. You make me smile, I get all warm inside, you saw it?”

“Yes, I did. It made me warm inside too. But how did everyone else see it? I mean we didn’t skip around holding hands, we were best buds. Do you have any weed???”

He pulled an ashtray from under the couch producing a half-smoked joint and a lighter. I puffed and puffed. “What are you talking about when you say, our friends know?”

“It’s something, I guess, we can’t hide. Well I know I can’t. The last three months were torcher. I knew it was gonna be bad after you left. It’s like I was giving up, didn’t care how I looked, wore dirty clothes, and didn’t shower; can you imagine?” And I couldn’t. He was always so put together.

We were lying face to face, eyes seeing the others, yes, I could see it now. “It was the same for me, Stud. I was miserable, but nobody knew me and didn’t fucking care about the sad freshman.”

“You were sad, A?” How could he even ask that?

“You be careful what cums out of your mouth. I was miserable. I didn’t eat for days, had black circles around my eyes, I was a zombie. Kids were making fun of me.” And I almost cried remembering.

“Addam? What are we?” He asked.

Now it was hard to hold back. My breathing, the heaving of my chest, the fluid that just ran a river from my eyes. “News Flash. You’re my skin, dumbass. You are everything that runs through my body that makes me, me. I don’t know how to make it any clearer.”

“OK. News Flash. You just described what I feel.” His fuckin eyes when he said it.

“So? That’s, New News?” I asked.

“Yes, dumbass.”

“I am not ok with that nickname, either.”

“Well; I’m good with, Stud. We got to get a move on.”

“What’s the rush, Stud?” And I gave him what I thought were my dreamy eyes.

“OK. Don’t go get all pissy; our friends want to see you.”

“No. What? Back up. I said I needed my bag and you asked about when I last talked to my Mom. Spill.” And I made a point of it. I think the weed was giving me some clarity.

“You don’t need to get your bag. All the clothes you left behind hang in my closet now.”

“Wait?” And he felt me struggle.

“Go ahead and say it.”

“WAIT. WHAT?” I couldn’t hold back.

“Your Mom knew you wouldn’t sleep another night in your bed when you stayed with me for a week before leaving.”

“I slept on the fuckin floor,” I said thinking back.

“You didn’t want to?” He asked.

“No, I did not want to; Dumb ass.”

“Then tell me, Addam? Why did you?”

“I don’t know, ok? Why didn’t you tell me? If you wanted me in bed with you, things might be different now.”

“OH NO YOU DON’T. You are not gonna put this on me, Addam.”

“Fine. I wouldn’t have been able to keep my hands off you. Your bed is small and I was afraid you’d feel how hard I was.” I was being honest.

“What changed tonight, Allen? You know you totally fuckin seduced me with your tongue in my ear and shit.” And I gave him a wet willy.

“Not the same.” And he got up.

“Where are you going?”

“Shower. You cuming?” And he flashed me running up the stairs.

I got in behind him resting my chin on his shoulder and be damned if he didn’t lean back against me. I moved my arms around his stomach and his hands found mine. “Do you know, I like being smaller than you?”

“What are you talking about? Your dick has always been bigger than mine.”

“You have a one-track mind. I like that part too but, I knew we would fit together like this. And its’ not like you have a small dick; mine just looks bigger because I’m smaller.” And he turned in my arms.

“We’re gonna need to talk, Addam.” His arms now on my shoulders.

“In a week.” And I kissed his forehead.

“What? Why a week?”

“My lips and tongue are booked a week out. It’s gonna take me that long to taste and suck every square inch of your body, Stud.” And he smiled up at me.

“You’re funny, Addam.”

“I’m dead fuckin serious, Allan.” And he got my best eyes.

“Fuck, look how late it is. We gotta get dressed.” And he got out.

“Tell me again why we have to get dressed?”

“Our friends want to see you, and we need to talk about that, too. Now go get dressed. Your stuff is on the left of the closet and you have the bottom two drawers.”

“But I’m taller than you. I should have the top drawers.” And walked out. He came in with his hair spiked, naked, hands on his hips. He watched me hunt for the pants I’d missed.

“No, Addam.” He said when I found them. I mean he was shaking his head back and forth with a smile.

“What?” I smirked back.

“You are not wearing those pants.” He seemed adamant about it.

“But they’re my favorites.” I know I sounded like a baby.

“They’re my favorites too, but no.” And I kind of tilted my head.

It took me a minute. “You like me in these, do you?” He blushed and I smiled.

“When I bought them you said they looked ok.”

“I lied. Deal with it. Now you’re just fishing again. Those things are obscene. The front is almost worn out from where you hang.” And my smile got bigger.

“Well, I’m gonna wear them.” I was happy standing up for myself.

“Fine.” And he turned his bare ass to me and faced the closed.

“Oh, Hell no,” I said as he turned around holding the holy grail of pants.

He shimmied into the tightest jeans, commando. “What’s the matter, Addam? You said the first pair looked baggy on me and I should downsize.”

“I lied. Deal with it.”

“Dude. Those things are embarrassing. Look, you can’t even stuff your shit in and get them buttoned.” As he was proving me wrong.

“So? I embarrass, you?” And I got the eye as he adjusted himself.

“Never.” And I laughed. “I will be the one with a hard-on watching you move knowing you got nothing on under.” And there was that smile.

“I always knew you liked these pants, Addam.”

“Wait. What.”

“Are you really going to start with that again?”

“You knew I loved those fuckin pants?”

“My eyes are up here, Addam, and yes, I knew.” And with his hand, he moved my eyes from his crotch up to his eyes.

“I hoped. Can you honestly say you never knew I was checking you out, Dummy?”

“No. Well, maybe. Wait, What? You? How long have you been doing that, Allen?”

“Don’t start again. We have a lot of time to make up. Are you gonna put on different pants?”

“Are you?” and he shook his head no.

“Fine then.” And I pulled mine down, over my feet, taking off the underwear turning, letting him see my ass, and pulling them back on. And we glared at each other till the laughter started.

After some grab-ass, each of us showing how easy it was making the other hard; we were in the car. “Addam. Some things have changed.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well. News Flash, Tommy, and Dale are together.”

“Those clowns have always been together.” They had since middle school.

“Did you even hear me, Addam?” I looked at him.

“NO WAY?” I finally got it.

“Way, Dude. And that's not all.”

“No. Back up. Tommy and Dale? How long?”

“Does that make any difference, Addy? The thing is people have been cuming out right and left.” I pulled over and turned in my seat.

“Explain.”

“Really, Addam?”

“Yes really, Allen.”

“We never saw it because we never looked for it. And the twins.” And I still didn’t get it.

“You know we have the only Baseball team with two sets of twins? They’ve been hooking up for a while.” And my mouth hung open a little

‘Go ahead, A.”

“What. What?” I just couldn’t wrap my head around all this shit.

“Well; they’re not hooking up with their brothers.” Ewe. I didn’t even need to think about that.

“I suppose your gonna tell me that, Danny Daniels and Kurt, are an item?” And I looked at his smile.

“Get the fuck out of here?” It was hard finding words, my mouth would open, but nothing came out.

He smiled so big his eyes almost closed; “Way.”

“I have only been gone three fuckin months and you’re telling me our school has a Gay Parade? Cum on, Allen.” And he shook his head at me.

I reached over and took his hand like it was something I’d done all my life. “Why did you do that, Addam?” He asked at my action.

“Do what?” And now I understood the question.

“OK. I have wanted to reach down and hold your hand for years.” And I rested ours in his lap. “Dude, you’re hard.”

He dropped my hand reaching over finding little Addam and my hand found the back of his hand groping me. “What are you doing, Al?”

“Are you trying to stop me, A? Do you want me to stop?” And I looked at him with my, really eyes.

“OK, Look Allen. I don’t see myself as gay, and I don’t see you that way either. I don’t check out guys, never did. Ok, one exception.”RJC.