The Novel

I am sorry my fellow readers for the length of this chapter.  I just could not find a proper place to break it part of the story up.  Not to mention, I found myself in a zone.  Please feel free to comment with any advice.  

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Standing at the bottom of the steps leading to the front of my home, I took a deep breath of the cool spring Manhattan air before barging through the front doors.  Sabastian was waiting to greet me and take my coat. 

Sabastian has been my butler for almost ten years and was apart of my “Inner Circle”.  Sabastian’s first name was Max, and he is about 20 years older than I am.  Standing at 6’4”, he is hard to not to spot in most situations.  Sabastian was a true English butler and has been dedicated to service for almost 25 years.  His formal training came from a very prominent Butler school over in England.  I will admit that I did have alterative motives when I first hired him, he has truly become a true asset to my life. 

When I first met Sabastian, he was a dream.  Tall, dark, and handsome with an arura about him that screams authority and discretion that pulls you in.  What grounded me to him was the way that he had made me feel comfortable and not judged.  Some of the other prospects were very intimidating.  While he is very formal, he does have a playful side.  Not to mention… Total DILF.  Sadly, to say, because of his dedication to his job, I have only seen him in a pair of board shorts a couple of times while on vacation at a pool.  He has not changed on day sense they first day I was introduced to him.

Soon as Sabastian took my jacket, I relayed to him to inform Drew that I was home and that I would be ready in 45 minutes.  I also asked him to prepare another bottle of Scotch from the cellar and pull three glasses.  “Sir, why three?  Are you expecting someone else?”

“No, it’s for us to toast once more before heading out and laying open a vein to the masses to draw upon all of the blood sweat and tears that I to give…”  I said as dramatic as I could in relation to tonight’s events.

Instead of taking the elevator to the floor where my suite was located, I bounded up the stairs to the third floor.  Walking into my bedroom, kind of reminded me of the first day that I met Brent Lucas.  Pulling my thoughts together I headed to the bathroom to start the water running while I stripped down.  Oh god how I miss that man.  To this day, I know our hearts are still connected. 

I a fifteen year old teen on my first day of my sophomore at Warren Central HS.  It was only my second time to the campus.  The first time was to go through the enrollment with my Grandmother and meet some of my teachers and my new coach.  I had transferred from a high school that had a freshman class where I started when we moved to Indianapolis.  We were on a waitlist for an apartment near Warren Central also Warren Central did not have a freshman class.  The school system was massive.  There were almost six thousand students in attendance the year I started.

When I stepped off the bus, there he stood.  I did not know whether to approach him or run and hide.  Not for the reasons you think… we were both dressed identical.  Same jeans, same tennis shoes, same shirts same sunglasses same trapper keeper and same gym bag.  Thanks goodness he had the same humor as I did.  He walked up to me, shook my hand laughing and said, “I found my long-lost twin after all of these years.”

At that time, we were both the same size, both were about 5’8”, both 15 years old, both around 155 lbs.  Only difference that I could see was that he had blond hair, and I was dark brunette, but they were cut and styled pretty much the same.  When we took our sunglasses off and shook each other’s hands, I could see that he had green eyes and I had blue.

“I’m Nick”, I said.

“Hello Nick, I am Brent”, he smiled back.  “What grad are you in?”

“Sophomore, and you?”

“Same, just moved to the area this past summer from Texas.  My father’s job moved us back.” He offered up.

“I just transferred from another high school; we were waiting on an apartment last year when we moved down from Michigan”.  I offered back. 

We followed each other to our lockers guided by a map that was part of our intro packs.  Our lockers were in our homeroom hall.  My locker was 268 and his was 269.  Ok, this was turning into a comedy show.  Two guys dressed alike standing next to each other in the hall with lockers opened next to each other.  I turned to him and said jokingly, “If you are in my home room, I will think that someone is pranking us.  Are you by chance on the swim team?”

“Agreed, this is freaky… and no, I am not on the swim team, I’m on the JV football team.  My home room is Mrs. Beasley, English.”

“Same here.  We will have to compare schedules and see what other classes we have together.  Sense no one knows us, we can have some fun.”  I beamed at him. 

Just then the morning bell rang and we made our way towards our first class.  Mrs. Beasley was at the door to great each of us and pointed us to our seats.  If you have not guessed it, alphabetically was the seating arrangement.  Brent was seated directly in front of me in our row. 

After Mrs. Beasley did roll call and her introduction and laid out the course for our first semester.  She did some icebreakers to get everyone introduced.  The class was filled with most students coming from one of the two Jr. high schools attached to the district, Brent and I were the two newbies in our class.  Everyone thought that we were best friends or something.  We were given a few minutes to chat amongst ourselves at the end of class.  That is where Brent and I found out we shared all but two classes together.  All sophomores are required to have one art class and one physical education class each semester. 

Where I had taken Men’s choir as my art and swimming for my gym class, Brent had a drawing class and took field house gym as his physical education class.  Our physical ed classes were our last class of the day.

Within a couple of months, we became joined at the hip.  His mom and dad came over one Saturday for a luncheon my Grandmother had prepared.  It was a meeting where the adults in the room made sure that they had all contact information and what mine and Brents ground rules would be.  The biggest one being, homework. 

That first fall found me gearing up for diving meets every Saturday and Brent’s JV Football games were usually on Thursday afternoons.  Each of the households met twice a week as support for either one of us.  With both of our schedules being packed that first year, neither of us had much free time.  But what free time we had; we were joined at the hip. 

The longest we spent apart that whole first year was when I picked up a summer job working for a Country Club in Guiest which is just north of where we live.  Brent started working for his father at one of the stores that Brents Dad runs.  When either one of us was not training or at work, we found stuff to keep us busy. 

That summer is when I started to notice things.  Little things at first.  The biggest one, I did not like to kiss my girlfriend.  I liked her a lot, I enjoyed talking with her, sharing dreams, goals and ideas.  I would play the piano and we would rehearse songs that we both enjoyed.  Time was great with Shannon, but I just chalked my feeling up to my Northern Baptist up bringing.  That kind of stuff is saved for marriage. 

Before summer was over, football ramped up for Brent and school started, Brents parents invited me to join them on their family vacation down to Houston, TX.  It was four days packed with an endless supply of events for their annual family reunion.    With Brents warning to avoid any woman who looked older than 35 because his family was loaded with cougars.  Fortunately, Mr. Lucas did not let us too far out of his sight.  Claiming on being a good shepherd and watching over me for my Grandmother’s sanity.

There must have been almost 300 people at his Uncle Bob’s ranch.  There was an endless supply of food, games, cousins, aunts, uncles and even Grandparents of all generations.  It was like the Disney Land of family reunions.  It was so easy to fit in and mesh with everyone and I even gained some new admirers with my skills on the diving board.  It was when I sat behind a piano and started playing a piece that I wrote myself, styling it after Yanni that drew in some of the older crowd.  Brents Grandmother being one of them.  She praised my talent and said that she was going to keep her eye on me.

Once back to Indianapolis and the grindstone of school, things were going smoothly.  That was until Homecoming that fall.  Brent had made the varsity football team and was second string quarterback.  Basically, we had Thursday nights free from JV football, but Fridays were now taken up with Varsity football instead.  Not that much of a change sense we both attended all of the varsity games last year.

While I was dating Shannon, Brent was dating Cindy who just happens to be Shannon’s best friend.  In fact, they were more like sisters just like Brent and I were brothers.  After an amazing night at Homecoming we had just dropped the girls off to Cindy’s house and was walking into Grandma’s apartment when she rushed us and told Brent to call his dad.

Brent got ahold of his father and after a few minutes, he turned white as a ghost.  I was starting to get nervous when my Grandma told me to step back and give him some room, we stepped into the kitchen and Grandma poured some glasses with lemonade and said that I had her shoulder if I needed it, but right now, I was going to need to be a support for Brent.

“Grandma, what is going on?” I asked.

“Brent will fill you in.  From what I know, one of your friends was in a bad car accident tonight.” She said as she hugged me.

“Ok Nick, dad is going to meet us at the hospital.  He asked if you would go with me to make sure that I am able to get there safely.”  He grabbed the glass of lemonade, took a drink with a look of loss in his eyes. “Grandma, is it ok with you if I take him?  Dad says that we might miss church tomorrow, but we will stay at the house and bring him back around noon is that is ok.”

“That’s ok kiddo, you boys be careful out there, it is after midnight and there are stupid people out there on the roads.  Keep your wits about you.  Nick, go and grab an overnight bag.  We will talk about Homecoming tomorrow.”

After getting an overnight bag tossed together super-fast, we headed on our way to Community Hospital.  Still left in the dark, I finally asked Brent what had happened after being on the road in silence for over ten minutes. 

“To be honest, Dad said that David and his girlfriend were hit by a truck on the drivers’ side, and it was bad.  The driver of the other vehicle did not make it.  David and his girlfriend are in ICU.”  A tear was running down his cheek.  David was the varsity quarterback and our football team’s captain.  His girlfriend Karrie was the captain of the varsity cheer squad, and they were this year’s Homecoming King and Queen.

“Oh damn, that sucks. I hope everything turns out ok for them.”  I was at a loss for words and decided to stay silent for the rest of the trip and would wait till I’d find out more.

Walking into the lobby was like a sea of students all dressed up from the dance and a ton of parents standing around showing support for each other.  It was leery how quiet the room was.  That was until one of the running backs seen Brent walk through the door.  “My man, you made it.  I know that David’s mom and dad will by happy to know that you got here.” 

“Thanks Kev, have you seen my father”?  Brent spotted him almost immediately as he was asking.

Mr. Lucas grabbed his son in his arms just as all the life seemed to fall out of Brents body.  He looked like a little kid in his dads’ arms.  To be honest, the sight caused a swell in my throat.  They had a father and son connection that I wished I could have.  It was not jealousy that crossed my thoughts, it was more a wishful thought. 

As soon as two of the football coaches walked over, Mr. Lucas let go of Brent, he pulled me into him grabbing my shoulder facing away from him.  Just as the coaches started to talk with Brent, David’s father stepped out onto the floor.  His head was hung so low, just seeing him like that, you could tell that something was off.  He walked over the coaches and grabbed onto Coach Carter and fell apart.  Choaking back a gulp, he informed the coach that Davids’s injuries were too much to sustain, and his body could not handle what happened.  David was gone.

Brent and David had become good friends this past summer while they trained.  I was drawn into their football group when I started weight training with Brent and David.  Soon, there were six of us hugging trying to console each other.  Tears and crying started to flow through the waiting room.   

Time for me to become my best friend’s best friend.  I grabbed Brent and just latched onto him.  I gave him the tightest brother hug I could muster up.  Within a couple of minutes, my shoulder was soaked with his tears.  When he pulled back, there was something that I had never seen before in his eyes.  His dark green eyes had a pain in them I had never witnessed.  I just pulled him in again and whispered into his ear, “You know I am here for you always and I am never letting you go”.

“I am so glad that I have you and I am going to hold you to that”.  Taking a big gasp of air.  Then trying to lighten things up a bit with his humor, “We need to find something to eat before I turn gay”.

hug.

Mr. Lucas asked Brent if he was ok to drive back home, Brent assured him that he was fine and that we were going to stop at Hardee’s at 21st and Post Rd before heading home.  He did ask his father if it was ok if we sat and ate our food in the restaurant instead of grabbing it to go.  His father had not arguments with it at all.

After eating our food and talking a bit, we headed back to Brents house.

Brents house was a massive try-level home with living room, dinning room and kitchen on the first floor, Brents bedroom and the family room was on the lower floor while there were three bedrooms and bathrooms on the upper floor.  One being the guest room, one his sisters’ room and the final being Brents Parents’ room.  As we got to the house, Mr. Lucas was not there yet, and his mom was there with a pot full of fresh homemade hot chocolate milk and mugs ready to be dished up. 

Mrs. Lucas was a very beautiful lady.  She stood about 5’6”.  She always had her blond hair styled for the nines and I don’t recall ever seeing her not ready to walk out of the door eager to do business.  She was a real-estate broker by profession and enjoyed her job along with being an awesome wife, mother, and school activities director for the PTA.  She was not just an active parent for the Football boosters she was also an active parent for the diving team boosters as well.  She has easily become my second mom.

After sitting around and chatting a bit, Mr. Lucas came in.  Looking at both of us trying to gage how we were feeling, asked us if we were ok.  Once he was assured, we were all good, he informed us that Brent was going to need to meet with Coach Carter tomorrow afternoon and that we could sleep in.  He was not forcing us to go to church tomorrow.  Said for us to get a good night’s sleep, tomorrow was going to be a hectic day.

Once we were in Brents room and the door was shut, Brent looked at me.  “You know what is going on don’t you”?

“I would have to be blind not to pick up on that.  They want you to step in for David” was my reply.

“Yeah, dad told me over the phone to expect this.  He had said that I was the one that Coach was working on to step in for David should he need me.  Guess I am needed.  To be honest, it still doesn’t seem real.” 

“How do you feel about that?”  Making sure to ask him in a way to see where he was standing.  I mean, after all, we just lost a good friend tonight, and it could have been two.

“Dad has the same reservations as I do.  It is the pressure and expectations that I have some pretty big shoes to fill.  Right now, the team is standing at 5-0.  We only have 8 more games before playoffs.  That is a whole lot of field time for a junior quarterback.”  He was changing into some basketball shorts to sleep in.  “This means that I will have some intense practice sessions coming up.  A whole lot more work than the 4 plays that the coaches have trained me on so far.”

“Well, you know I am here to help where I can.  Lucky that we have the same classes for the most part.  Count on me to help with schoolwork.  As far as training is concerned, I will jump in where I am needed.”  After putting on my PJ’s, I started climbing up onto the upper bunk that was in his room.  “Ok dude, we have to chat with your Mom and Dad… we need an upgrade to this bunk bed situation.  Now that both of us are six feet, we need better beds”, laughing as I tried to get comfortable.

Just then, with a quick knock, Mrs. Lucas walked into the room and asked if we needed anything else for the night and asked what we might like for breakfast in the morning.  After agreeing on French toast and sausage links, Mrs. Lucas made her way to the door, just before she closed it, she looked at me and said that I was more than welcome to sleep on the floor.  With a smirk on her face, she told us to have a good night closing the door behind her.

I didn’t last long once the lights were turned off.  A couple of hours later, I heard Brent crying.  I could tell he was trying not to let me hear it, but I could tell.  I leaned my head over the side and asked him what I could do. 

“I will be fine Nick.” He said quietly.  No sooner did he say that when the flood gates opened and I could feel the emotions leaving his body, I jumped down from the top bunk and crawled up next to him holding his shaking body close to me.

“I am here.  Just let it go.  You’re safe.”  It was four in the morning.  Nothing else was said.  I just held onto him for the rest of the night.  He calmed down a while later and drifted off to sleep.

The next morning when I awoke, I was still latching onto him. He started moving and rolling over.

“Dude, I think that if you hold onto me like that much longer, I am going to ask for a dinner and a promise ring.”  He said joking.

“Whatever”, I said getting up, realizing, I am your average 16-year-old teenager.  Morning comes with two things for all of us… piss and hardons.   After tons of sleepovers and tons of time spent together and both being jocks, this was no biggie. 

The rest of the day went as we had expected.

In fact, the next weeks went pretty much as expected.  Brent had a ton more one on one time piled on him from the Offensive coaches as well as Coach Carter.  With Brent as the new Varsity Quarter back, we did manage to win the next games, putting our varsity football team at 8-0.  That was an exciting time.

The second weekend of November was my first diving meet.  I had made the varsity cut and would be competing in three of the four events.  I was really nervous.  The varsity teams swiming briefs are much tighter than the junior varsity teams.  Not to mention, the last time anyone saw me in a swimsuit like these, was last year before puberty was finished dishing out my cards. 

I am now just over six foot.  Working out with Brent and the guys when I am not working out with the dive team has really started a transformation to my almost 17-year-old body.  I was a size 30x34 in my jeans and had put on muscle to fill out my frame with 180 lbs. 

Should I mention at this time, I think the good lord gave me a couple of other men’s gifts.  On a dare one night after loosing a video game to mister sunshine boy Brent, I was forced to take it out and measure it.  Hard.  I came in just under ten and a half.  That was just the sort of thing stupid teenage jocks did.  Right?

Now, if you know about men’s diving, you know that most of us don’t wear head caps, goggles, or anything else that could fall off during a dive.  That means, I don’t have anything to hide behind.  It’s there.  The new suits this year was Vegas gold and black graphics.  It looked obscene on me.  My dick flaccid stretched across to my hip.

I begged the coach to please let me wear a black pair, my Grandmother was coming today.

The bastard, but he did motivate me.  I made sure that I had a towel ready and in front of me at all times except to dive.  I was distracted by worrying about flashing the goods to get nervous to whom was there.  It worked so well that not only did we win, but I also had my best total score along with breaking the school’s record for best score on the three-meter springboard. 

After the meet when we were released back to our parents, Mr. and Mrs. Lucas asked if we would join them for Dinner.  My grandmother said she would be game if I was.  Me and Brent laughed together at the same time.  “You know when food is offered, our boy Nicky will never say no!”  Brent snarled.

Mrs. Lucas asked me where I would like to go.  I thought about it for a minute, then it dawned on me.  I am blown out; I need to carb up with some protein after that meet.  I am thinking of pizza.  “Pizza Palace”.  Soon as I say it, Brent smiles and shakes his head up and down with a quirk on his face.

Grandma knows the real reason why I would choose this place.  I am happy, and this place kind of goes with that.  I am with people that make me happy.  What more of a reason is here? 

You have to know this place.  The restaurant has this beer garden feel to it, but it is built around a massive pipe organ.  Imagine stuffing your face with an endless supply of pizza surrounded by people of all ages, and my group of people are all people I love.  Not to mention, superman trumpeting through your bones from the massive collection of pipes from the organ.  Pretty amazing.

I really did not wish for the night to end, but.  It ended.  Tomorrow was Sunday.

That was a ‘bad’ Sunday for me.  For my fellow church family to ignore all of the hard work I have put into becoming a skilled diver.  For them to forget about of the hard work I put into keeping my body clean and to forget about the hard work I have put into my education.  The only comment they had was about my swimsuit.  I know they thought they were being funny, but the way it came across.  I was hurt.

I didn’t talk for much of the afternoon after Grandma and I got home.  I pretty much went to my room and laid down.  Because the fact she didn’t come in and check on me told me that she heard the same things at church today. 

After about an hour, she knocked at my door and asked me how I was doing.  “I am afraid to go into school tomorrow if everyone at church already knows about it.”

“Son”, she said as she walked across the room to sit on my bed. “I am going to say something, and I am going to ask for you to wait to say anything till I am finished, and I’ve got something for you.  Can you agree to that?”  I nodded yes.

“Good, now, listen to me my boy.  I should say, my young man.  You have nothing to feel ashamed about.  You showed them nothing but a shadow.  I used to tell your Grandfather the same thing.  Now, before I put a smile on your face, I will tell you this.  I never had to say that to your father.” Her face light up as she handed me a black and white photo.

OMG, it was a picture of my grandfather.  He was about 30 years old, at the beach wearing a bikini brief that is holding up a piece of man that matched mine.  Then it caught me, she shared with me that my father was not like us.  Then I thought I was going to get sick when I remembered seeing her coming out of her bedroom in the morning when Grandpa was alive, with massive bed head and a huge smile.  A memory I tried to scrub from my thoughts.

She just hugged me and said to put myself in the place of the girls at school that have been blessed with a huge rack.  She said “remember, they treat the people that ogle them because of their size as immature idiots.”  True I thought as well.

Just then, the door buzzed.  I jumped up to see who it was and let them in.  I was faster than Grandma.

It was Brent.  Said he had to see me.  I buzzed him in and told him the door was open.

As soon as Grandma was coming out of my bedroom, she seen Brent coming through the front door.  “How was your church today kiddo?”

“For the most part, it was pretty much the same.  LONG service.” Brent said with a howell in his voice.  Grandma got a giggle out of that one. 

“Gee, thanks guys.”  Looking head on at Brent, “dude, really!  What was being said at your church?”

Brent relayed to me, “most of the girls wanted to know if it was true that you were stacked.  They figured that because I was your best friend, I should know.”

I gotta call Shannon.  She was not at the meet yesterday. 

At just about that same second, Brent witnessed me turn pale and knew what I was thinking.  He grabbed the phone on the wall and dialed Shannon for me.  Soon as he had her on the phone, he told her that he was standing next to me and he simply asked her if she had heard anything yet.

She asked Brent to put me on the phone.  Once she knew I was listening, “Nick, listen.  I did hear.  I do wish for you to know, as of this time, we both know the score.  We have talked about this more time than anyone suspects.  Nothing can ever happen till marriage.”

“Thank you, Shannon.” Was all that I could muster.

She told me how proud she was to hear about our win and my stats from yesterday.  She said that she can’t wait to gloat tomorrow at school that she is dating the “Diver.”

After a few days of stupid jokes had gone by, Brent and his team won their next game putting them at 9-0 and the dive team picked up or second win.  But the time that Christmas had rolled around, our football team had made playoffs and dive team was still undefeated.  I was ranking 2nd place on our team.  Mr. and Mrs. Lucas spent more on me and Grandma than we were actually comfortable with.  I was gifted a two-year-old Mercury Grand Marquis from my Uncle Stan, Grandma’s Son-in-law.  I think he is actually the one that helps out my Grandmother financially when we get in a pinch.

Now I had to get my driver’s license. 

Shortly after Christmas, it was the state finals for football.  Brent and the guys got all the way to the big dance.  In fact, they came in second.  Tons of accolades to go around.  In late March, the Dive team took first place in our division, and I was ranked number three overall in the state.  Our captain took first, and our rival team’s captain took second.  I will take that.  The next junior to rank after me was 38th place.  I felt pretty damn amazing. Shannon and me along with Brent and Cindy, we were becoming a tight double couple. 

Spring came and went; summer was upon us.  I went back to the country club to be a lifeguard.  Brent went to work with his father again.  Shannon decided to take summer school and pick up a couple of her senior classes to get them out of the way.  Cindy followed suit.  While we had some time together, it was sparse.

Before we knew it, football practice started.  I doubled up at the gym.  All four of us were somehow called the dream couples of our high school class unbeknownst to us.  We just took it with a grain of salt.  Before school started, Brent had somehow convinced his parents to let him have an end of the summer party.  When I found out that even my Grandmother was ok with it, we were stupidly excited.

We did have parents keep watch over us, but a couple of us were like the sheriffs.  That being Brent and myself.  Our job was to monitor our friends and make sure nothing freaky or too wild was going on.  Basically, we were made the unfun police at our own party.  There was actually only two rules that was laid down by Mr. and Mrs. Lucas.  If you drink, hand over your car keys, you are not allowed to leave until you sleep it off.  No one should put themselves or others into compromising situations.  Period.  You will be kicked out and never allowed to attend another party again.

Seems fair.  But was not easy.

I made a promise to my Grandmother that I would not drink or smoke.  I did keep it.  Or at least I thought.

Towards the very end of the night, I felt off.  I took another drink from my water and noticed something floating in it.

I told Brent as soon as I noticed it.  He pushed me towards his bedroom and put me in bed and told me to sleep it off.  He would lock the door and keep an eye out for me.  I soon just fell asleep.  I was not sure where I had woken up.  I was in a bed I was unsure of.  Then I woke up a little more and realized that I was in Brents bedroom.  The first time I had seen his room sense his mom redecorated it for him not to long ago.  There was a blue night light in the corner of the room that gave the room a cool glow.

As I looked around, I felt another body move next to me.  Reaching out to see if I can figure out who was beside me.  I looked behind me and realized it was Brent.  He was asleep.  He reached over and pulled me in as the little spoon.  It felt comfortable, so I just went with it.  I fell back to sleep.

A little while later, when I finally woke up and it was day light outside, I seen Brent sitting at his desk with a grin on his face.  “Good morning, Star Shine.  How did you sleep?”  He asked.

“Rough, I’m starved” I hacked back to him.  He tossed me a bag from McDonalds.  There were a few breakfast sandwiches in it and a couple of hash browns.  Just what the doctor ordered.  After I had grubbed that all down, I got up and walked over to the bathroom to take care of business.  When I came back out, I asked him what happened last night.

“Simple, you were drugged.  I told mom and dad, and they were pissed.  The guy finally confessed, he did not know whose water he spiked, he just wanted to see what it did to someone.  Needless to say, dad did not take it likely.  He was pissed enough that he was ready to break up the whole party.  We won’t see him again.”  He still had a grin on his face.

“What is that shit eating grin for?” I asked.

“Just that, you do know you talk in your sleep, right?  You were saying some pretty funning things.”

“Anything I should be worried about?” questioning him.

“The answer to your marriage proposal is no.  I will not marry you.”  He said giggling.

“Hold on, what are you talking about?”  I felt a little on edge not knowing if I was really ready to hear the answer.

“You put your hand in mine last night, you told me that you loved me and that you could make me a happy man and wanted to marry me” still grinning.

“Ok, so, I’m calling that a drug thing.”  I stood my ground.

“Ok, and I believe you.  Now, if you were a red head, I would have to seriously rethink that.”  He said laughing.  I threw my pillow at him and started wrestling with him.

Not much else was said after that.  Things got going for the fall of our senior year.  Homecoming came around and Brent and Cindy were crowned Homecoming King and Queen.  Brent was the caption of the football team that season.  I became our diving teams captain and by Christmas, the football team was undefeated as well as the dive team.  Brents family had a large family gathering at their new home for Christmas.  Of course, me and Shannon was there with Grandma.  Cindy was there with her parents.  The Lucas’s had about 60 of the closest cousins, aunts and uncles as well as Brents Grandma.

Brent and I received our class rings on Christmas Eve.  It was a pretty wonderful night.  Until Grandma Lucas asked me to play the piano.  Actually, Mrs. Lucas told me that she bought they baby grand with me in her thoughts.  So, I was to first to officially play it other than the man who tuned it once it was delivered.

Shannon sat on the bench beside me and would sing along with some classic Christmas carols.  My Grandma asked me to play little drummer boy.  I looked over Brent giving him a wink.  We practiced the Crosby and Bowie version.  We of course did our own intro skit, but when we were finished, all moms and Grandmas were in tears.  I had goose bumps.

There was a huge event at Mr. Lucas’s work that I was invited to for New Years Eve.  It was a formal affair and I needed to wear a black tux.  I was excited.  The morning of, a delivery arrived for me from Lord & Taylor.  When I opened the box, there was a note on the top of the wrapping paper.  It was from Mrs. Lucas. 

“Nick, I am so proud of the young man that you are turning into.  With a little luck, you will find that this tux fits you for tonight.  Consider it an early birthday gift.  Grandma Lucas chipped in as well.  She said that a pianist like myself should always dress to kill.”

 I took it to my room and pulled it out of the box and hung it up.  There was an Italian label sewn into the jacket’s pocket.  I had not heard of that designer before.  They even had the high shine patent leather shoes to go with it.  Black tux, white shirt with button studs and cuff links and a white bow tie and white vest. 

At about noon, I told Grandma that I was going to take a couple hour nap before things got underway for the night.  She said she would wake me up.

Before I knew it.  My dad was there helping me get ready.  My mother burst in with her camera.  She wanted to make sure that I documented everything for later.  Grandma was there in her long purple formal dress and wearing a huge purple and white Iris corsage.  Soon there was a horn sounding off in front of our apartment.  Dad, Mom and Grandma tell me to enjoy the night.  They are all behind me.  Soon I am in a white limo heading towards tonight festivities.  When we pull up to the front of the Bank One building, downtown Indianapolis, I am guided to a row of elevators when a Bellmen signals for me.  When I step on, he tells me that he will take me to the Ballroom on the 67th floor.

When we arrived and the doors opened to the ballroom floor, my mouth dropped.  Everyone was there.  Dad, Mom, Grandma, Mr., and Mrs. Lucas.  Grandma Lucas was sitting next to them up front of the room.  When I looked up further.  I could see a Pastor in a white robe and gold collar at the front of the isle.  To the left was Shannon.  To the right was Cindy and Brent. 

Somehow, I felt like I was floating down the isle with Grandma to my right.  As I stepped in front of the man in the white robes, I glanced over at Shannon, and she was smiling from ear to ear.  I turned and looked at Cindy and she was smiling just as much.  It was just as I turned and looked at Brent as he reached out for my hands, did, I realize what was going on.  I was getting ready to freak out and yell when Grandma pushed me trying to wake me up.  She was informing me that I had overslept by half an hour, and I needed to get ready before Brent picks me up for tonight.

Trying to compose myself, I got my wits about me and set out to get ready for tonight’s festivities.  That was not the first dream like that I have had about Brent.  It was one of several recurring dreams that I’ve had with Brent.  They were getting more and more vivid. 

Brent showed up at 6:30 pm to pick me up.  Showing off his new BMW that his Mom and Dad got him for Christmas.  He was dressed like his mom dressed me.  Same tuxes.  The only difference was our eyes and hair.  A pair of gents heading off to hob knob with royalty.  If only.

Climbing into his car, I looked over at Brent and asked, “Brent, after almost three years, who does your dad do for work?”

“Now that is too funny.  My father is the President of Lucas holdings.  He has his hands in all kinds of things around the globe.  He took over for my Grandfather when he decided to retire.  Grandpa had started with businesses linked to the Indianapolis 500 and the Speedway.  Dad manages all of the businesses and funds that have been built up over the years.”  He looked at me with a puzzled look on his face.

“I knew that your Mom did real estate, I just never new what your father did.”  I said back to him while we were heading towards Keystone and the Crossing.

When we go to the Hilton where the party was being held, we checked the car into the valet and heading inside.  There was just a dusting of snow on the ground and with the millions of Christmas lights strung up the walkway, it looked magical.  When we walked into the ballroom, we were each handed a glass of champagne and then started to mingle.  I did not leave Brents side except to use the men’s room or to grab an appetizer as they were passed around.  Or another glass of champagne. 

By time dinner came, we were sat at a large table with Mr. and Mrs. Lucas and a bunch of Mr. Lucas’s upper management team.  There was about twelve of us seated all together.  Dinner was amazing.  The food was great and there was plenty of wine to go along with it.  I was a good boy, I paced myself.  After dinner, there was a desert buffet what was opened up along with coffee.  The Band opened invited everyone to the dance floor and everything moved along smoothly.  At about 11:40pm.  A somewhat drunk Brent sauntered over to me and asked me if I would like to step out for a moment. He wanted to show me the observation deck and look at the stary sky.

He grabbed a bottle of champagne, and I followed behind him.  After a little bit of a jog and through some passageways, we came out onto an open deck.  Brent popped the cork off of the bottle, took a swig and handed me the bottle back.  After I took a swig from it, lowering the bottle, Brent was looking at me, very close, swaying back and forth with a funny look on his face.  Sweet looking along with hidden message.

“Nick, I am only going to say this to you because I know that this is going to be the perfect setting for me to tell you this, and I need to tell you this.”  He said as he propped his forehead on mine, looking into my eyes.  He pulled back a little, took the bottle and then a couple of really big gulps that forced him to belch big time.  “I have fallen for someone; and it is not Cindy.  She knows who they are, and she is pushing me to tell them too.  I am scared because I am not sure how they will react when I tell them.”

“Give me that bottle back.”  I took the bottle from him and took a couple of large swallows myself with the same outcome.

“Nick, I have fallen for my best friend, and I do not want to do anything to lose my best friend.”  He was looking at me deeply. 

I took another couple of swigs and looked at my watch.  It was a couple of minutes before midnight.  My best friend just told me that he had fallen for me.  And his girlfriend knew.  And she told him to go for it.  HOLD ON………... if Cindy knows that means that Shannon knows too.  What the total fuck. Before I could process anything further. 

I grabbed him by the back of his neck and pulled him into a kiss.  I didn’t know what I was doing, I was just following my heart.  He wrapped his arms around my waist and started kissing me back.  I set the bottle down as we continued to kiss each other.  Catching us off guard, fireworks bringing in the new year’s began shooting off all around us.  I did not want it to stop.

After about thirty minutes of making out.  We headed back down to connect with his mom and dad.  The desert table was still set up.  Me and Brent delved into it.  I built up a huge ice cream and cheesecake platter.  Brent went for everything dunked in chocolate and a couple of different slices of pie and a few cookies.

Brents mom and dad asked Brent if he was ok to drive back home.  Mrs. Lucas looked at me and I told her I did not think it was a safe idea.  Brent did drink a lot more than I did.  She said not to worry.  A couple of minutes later, one of the waitresses handed me a room card and said that the room was set up by Mrs. Lucas. 

Soon as I could get Brents attention, I dragged him up to the room.  When we walked in, I noticed that there was a fresh bottle of champagne that was opened, and two glasses were filled with floating strawberries.  Upon further inspection, there was a bowl of cream and another bowl of strawberries.  Setting off to the side of the room just before the bathroom was a couple of overnight bags.

“Did you have this planned?” I asked.

“I don’t know what you mean” he said as he reached over and grabbed the two glasses. Handing one to me and raising his, “To the person that I hope I get to spend the rest of my lefe with.  I prefer you as my boyfriend, but I will take you as my best friend.”

We clinked our glasses together.  Then I leaned into him to give him another kiss before we sat our glasses down.  “Brent, I need you to know.  I am willing to find out where this will go, but I do have to ask you.  Please don’t rush me any faster than I am willing to go.  This is something I have not allowed myself to even think about.” Kissing him on the nose.  “I need to get out of this monkey suit.  What did you pack for us to change into”.

“Well, actually, I only packed clothes for tomorrow so that we don’t have to walk out in these tuxes.  Guess we are in our undies tonight.  Is that ok?”

“Ok mister Lucas, I am going to jump in the shower, then I will come back out here and we can finish off that bottle and pass out.  How does that sound?”  I asked.

“Sounds like I plan,” he said as he picked up the remote and started channel surfing.  “What sounds good to watch to you?”

“I don’t care, just something for background noise.  Put on what you want.  Seriously!” I said as he was giving me an eye.  “Ill be back in a few.”

After I started my shower, Brent came in to keep me company.  He sat on the toilet, being a gentleman.  “Brock, when did you know?” I was soaping up waiting on his response.

“I knew I was gay when I was a freshman back in Texas.  To be honest, I started crushing on you the first day we met, when we were twins.”  He moved around on the toilet seat.  “I didn’t start to fall for you till you asked me to marry you this past summer.  I know you were under the influence, but you made me look at you.  And only you.  I had told my mom and dad shortly after because they knew something was up.  They told me that I needed to make sure to tell Cindy.  They let out a sigh of relief when they knew she was in on it.”

I shut off the water, grabbed a towel and dried myself off.  I wrapped a robe on and stepped out into the room.  After giving him the look to go and take a shower, he spun around and headed to get cleaned up.

“That was a lot.” I took another long swig straight from the bottle.  “And Shannon knows.  She has known and has not said a word to me.”  I just sat there for a few minutes to let that process.  “Ok, alcohol just kicked in.  You better make that a fast shower, I would love to make out with you for a bit before I fall asleep in your arms.”

That was exactly what we did.  I felt a little free and I feel like I have still been true to my agreement with my Grandmother.  No sex that night.  Just heavy petting.

When my 18th birthday came around, it was the weekend after Brent and the football team won state.  Undefeated all season.  Copious amounts of stats.  To top it off, Brent was the MVP of the season.  Major celebrations all over the place.  I was so proud of him.  Mrs. Lucas asked me if I would entertain combining my birthday party with Brents celebration dinner.  I would be game for it if Brent was.  “Most of my guests are his guest too.” I informed her.

The party was a blast.  Mr. Lucas pulled me into is office and thanked me for being in his sons life.  He gave me an envelope and pulled me into a hug.  “Happy birthday son.  I am proud to have you in our lives.  You mean more to us than you will ever know.”

Hugging him back, with a sigh of relief, “Thank you sir.  I look at you all as part of my family.”

As we stepped out, Brent looked at me with a quizzically twisted face at me as if he was needing me to use telepathy to answer him from across the room.  Soon as we made our way to each other, I was getting ready to tell him that Mr. Lucas gave me a birthday card from everyone when Mrs. Lucas pulled me off into the kitchen and pretty much copied what Mr. Lucas did.  Then she opened up the fridge and pulled out a carrot cake that Grandma Lucas made and sent for me.  I was tickled.  Just at that time, all of the family stepped in and gathered around and sang happy birthday to me.  My Grandma held up a candle for me to blow out.  I made a wish and blew it out.  She winked at me.

After I was caked out on the best cake I have been blessed to taste to that date.  My Grandma gave me a hug before Shannon gave her a ride home.  “Son.  Kiss him tonight.”  How did I get so lucky.  Still was not ready for much to happen, but really wanted to make sure he knew it was not for lack of not wanting it.  Trust me, I wanted it.  But I wanted it to be completely special.  Just the two of us.

When we found ourselves alone at the end of the night, we just snuggled and made out.  I had my last couple of meets before state finials.  I am in the running for something.  I needed to make sure that my mind has its focus in the right place.  For the time being at least.  I hope that I was not misunderstanding the situation when I had his knowledge of what I was looking for at this time.  I am just not there yet. 

I promised my self that I would allow things to go a little further after I was done with state.  I keep to it.  After our teams placing first for the second year in a row, I rose to rank number one.  Even better, I set two new state records and was ranked All state all-star.

That night.  I crawled in bed with Brent with no clothes on and covered his upper chest with licks and kisses.  I reached down and grabbed his cock while our tongues were at each other.  He didn’t last that long.  He blamed it on anticipation.  I can buy that because seeing him cum caused me to cum hands free.  After we cleaned each other off, we started spooning with me as little spoon.

I was running my index finger up and down the back of his hand and molded into him.  “I am getting really used to the idea of being your boyfriend you know?”  He squeezed me a little and hummed in the back of my neck causing me to shiver.  “In fact, I believe that I have Grandma’s blessing.”  He gave me a questing ugh… “She told me for my birthday to give you a kiss.”

“I figured she would be on our side,” he said in a gruff voice just under my year, “she also told me to be honest with you and to protect you and to never leave your side.”

Shortly after this, it seemed like it was prom time.  We had our dates, Shannon for me and Cindy for Brent.  Of course, with Mrs. Lucas being the chair of the parents committee that oversaw prom and after prom, we knew it was going to be mind blowing.

Mr. Lucas ordered up an antique Rols Royce.  Me and Brent did not need to worry about tuxes, however, we did decide to pick up matching color tie and vest to coordinate with our girls.  Shannon was going in a red gown and Cindy was wearing a bubble gum pink mini dress.  That put me in a red tie and vest and Brent in a pink tie and vest.

The week of prom is our senior week.  There are events that lead all the way up to prom.  To include the Royal Cort.  I was sitting in my 5th period class when the overhead announcement speaker turned on.

“Good afternoon, Students, and faculty members of Warren Central High School.  It is that time of the year when we announce the students that have been nominated for the chance to vie for the title of King and Queen of the class of 2010.  At this time, if your name is called, please head to the councilor’s office as soon as possible.”  I was paying half attention until I heard Brent and Cindy’s name called.  I was excited.  Then all of the sudden, the whole classroom went up in a scream and all I caught was Shannon.  “If I have called your name, please make your way to the guidance counselors office as soon as possible.  Thank you and have a great day.”

Once I understood what was going on, I grabbed my stuff and headed down the hall.  Soon as I rounded the corner, there was a huge applause from a bunch of the staff that lined the hall.  I must have been the first to have arrived, they did not stop clapping till all of us were present.  The four of us and standing with each other amongst the other couples waiting to figure out what was going on.

Once the applause settled down, the prom committee stepped up and told us what was expected of us, what roles we were to play for the rest of the week.  Different photo ops had been set up for us with a professional photographer.  Not to mention, riding in the parade and having to mount a campaign to garner votes.  It was a fun week leading up to the dance.

Our prom was held in downtown Indianapolis at the Indiana Roof Ballroom.  Magical place for a night like prom.  When we arrived, we had to check in after we made our way through the photographers line.  Once we checked in, we were led to our tables.  Of course, we were sat right in the center of everything on full display. Two couples per table.

There was a stage with the DJ set up and a huge video wall behind him.  There were also huge monitors all around the room.  It seemed like they had a camera on our table most of the night.  The food was excellent.  Foods I have never had before at that.  Right after dinner, as they broke down the buffet and cleared some of the tables off of the dance floor, we mingled around the room.  Lots of hugs and congratulations.  Lots of questions about college in the fall.  A lot of that was from teachers.  Before we knew it, all Court couples were called back to the dance floor where they cleared a way for us.  First there is a couples’ dance.  Then it is on to naming the couple down from third place. 

First place runner ups were called, and it was Brent and Cindy.  They were screaming in our ears and jumping up and down.  Grabbing me and Shannon to join them.  Once they calmed down, the winner was to be chosen from the 5 remaining couples.

I would have never believed that they called Shannon and myself.  Her yes, but me, no.  I can’t believe it.  As we stood in the middle of the dance floor, last years couple were there to crown the two of us.  It was really kind of cool. 

As I twirled Shannon around the dance floor.  We were grabbing the other court couples to join us.  It was pretty cool.  After a run around the room receiving congratulations and getting our picture taken a million times.  We were called back for a dollar dance.  All funds that we raise goes to do a charity.  You can donate as much as you would like, you can dance as much as you would like.  And you can dance with whomever you would like.  I gave Shannon a major run for her money.  In fact, I raised twice as much as she did.  Bless her heart.  All of the money when to a local animal shelter.  It was that time of the night when it was time to go.  We already had plans in place.  The driver was going to take the girls back home and drop them off.  I already had my car parked down here from earlier this morning.  We were within walking distance to the hotel. 

Before we headed to the hotel, we decided to walk around downtown for a bit.  The night was magical, and I was nervous.  While most of the businesses were closed, there was a Steak-n-shake that will opened 24/7.  We both ordered shakes and a huge order of fries.  We found a secluded booth and hankered down.

“You look so damn handsome tonight; it was hard for me not to hang on you all night.”  Brent was saying before he delved into fries.

“You are hot looking yourself!  Mr. Lucas”, my heart was beating a little faster than usual, “can we talk a little here about some stuff before we go to the room?”

“Sure, what’s on your mind?”

“Have you experimented with anyone else before?”

“Nicky, anything that I have done has been with you.  I am just a much a virgin in all of this to.”

“Was there another crush before me, I guess I am trying to ask.”

“There was.  It was another kid I went to school with down in Texas.  He lived next door and we kind of grew up together.  But that was a crush, he did not even know about it.  But that crush was how my parents learned I was gay, or at least that is what they tell me.  I guess I fell apart just before we moved here.  I didn’t say anything to them, mom just put two and two together.  It was not until after our first football game when you were sitting with mom and dad that mom thought I might be seeing you in that type of a way too.”

“But Nicky, I will be honest with you.  There was one other person that I was looking at.  I know nothing would have ever come from it, but I did idolize him.”

Not caring who would be looking, I reached over and grabbed his hand.  “David was a really awesome guy.”

“How did you figure that one out?” he asked me.

“The night at the hospital, you had a look in your eyes that I hope I never have to witness again.  My soul ached for you.”

“I am glad that I was able to pull it off last year and at least not destroy his team.  I had to make sure I would not let him down.”

“You didn’t.  I am quite sure that he is one of your guardian angels.”  I told him.  It was getting a little late.

We got to our room around midnight.  We were in each other’s arms as soon as the door shut behind us. 

Brent his hand on the back of my neck and I had my arms wrapped around his waist while we lightly kissed each other.  I was looking deep into his eyes when he started to open his mouth on top of mine.  I opened up mine to find his tongue slowly seeking a path to touch the tip of my tongue.  Pulling my head closer to his, he started to pull my breath into his lungs.  Soon as he had drained all of my oxygen, he reversed and started to fill up my lungs with his breath.  We did that back and forth a few more times till I felt like I was going to lose my legs from under me.

We began stripping each other’s clothes off while making our way to the bed, not once letting go of our kissing.  Soon as we were free from our confines, he laid me back on the bed and climbed up on top of me.  He started kissing me just below my ear in that spot just at my neck and I was moaning in delight.  He had placed kisses all over my face, from each ear out to my shoulders searching for every spot that would be a turn on to me.  He was taking notes.

He then proceeded to grab both of my wrist and hold them over my head while he kept up his assault on my upper body.  He had moved from just under my chin and started working towards my chest.  Once his tongue came into contact with my left nipple, a lightning bold ran through my body and straight through to my cock.  I thrashed around and was kicking once he latched on. 

The momentum to which all of these new sensations were building was keeping me on edge.  He kept on exploring, driving me insane.  I was loving every single moment of it.  I tried to stop him a couple of times because I wanted to return the favor.  He insisted that I just lay back and let him do the work tonight.

He moved over to my right nipple and received the same response.  I hope that the rooms in this hotel were soundproof.  I was not holding back.  Even with us being on the 16th floor, I am quite sure that the front desk could hear men.  If I was not moaning in ecstasy, I was screaming every word that my Grandmother would wash my mouth for.  Who knew that having someone lick your armpit was erotic?  I was finding out parts of my body that I never knew could derived such pleasure. 

Once I was quite sure that I would not fair much longer, Brent moved down to my abs.  I was a bit squeamish when he got to close to my sides, but I just relaxed and concentrated on breathing.  That seemed to help for the most part. 

He got down to the base of my cock and seen that I was oozing so much precum, you could float a boat around the Wabash.  Kid you not.  A huge puddle had amassed.  He licked it all up.

“Damn, you taste great, I could like this stuff all night long.”  He took my cock in one hand and started licking my ball sack.  Then he sucked in one nut at a time, he tried to fit both in, but that was not in the cards.  In the process, he did run his just under my sack and I thought my toes were going to fall off from squeezing them so tight.

He made his way back up my shaft and started circling my mushroom head diving his tongue into my piss slit lapping up more of my precum.  

He slowly started to take the head into his mouth resting on the top of his tongue.  I stopped breathing.  My eyes were rolling to the back of my head.  I thought that this was heaven and what could be better.  Then he started to suck.  Just a light pressure at first, but, Man oh fucking Man. 

He could only get about four inched in his mouth before gagging, but it was the best four inches of pleasure I have ever felt.  And everything just kept ramping up.

Before I knew it, Brent stopped.  He jumped up off the bed, “Stay right there, hold that thought.”  He said.

A couple of moments had passed when he returned with a towel in his hand and a small bottle of something.

He crawled up my body from the foot of the bed.  He looked down into my eyes, “How much do you love me, Nick?”

“Brent, if this is love, the way that I am feeling right now, this planet is not big enough for me to express how much I love you.”  That was the truth too.

Brent moved up my torso close enough that his cock was just in reach of my tongue.  I reached out a lapped at a big drop of precum that was started in fall from the tip of his erect penis.  Then I leaned in further to take the head of it into my mouth.  God the taste was far better than I thought.  In fact, I really liked it.

While Brent was letting me suck on the tip of his cock, he was spreading something cold and slippery on my dick.  After a minute of this, he started to scooch back on me.  Soon I felt the head of my penis and shaft sliding in he ass crack.  Oh man, that felt so intense.  I was almost ready to cum.  I was trying everything that I could possibly think of to overcome the sensation. I wanted this to last.

“Because of your size, we are going to have to take this slow.  Neither one of us has done this, but I have down some reading up.  Just let me take the lead on this, ok?”  This was a new look on his face I had not seen before.

“If we can’t do it tonight, I promise you this, I have enjoyed every second.  Even if we stop here tonight.”

With the head of my cock lubed up and sitting at the entrance to his amazing ass, he started to push back onto me.  I stayed still.  I think I forgot to breath at one time.  He was slowly pushing back a little harder and building up pressure a little at a time.  After what seemed like an hour, my head finally slipped inside.

“Holy fucking fuck shit mother fucker.”  He yelled.  “Oh, my fucking god that’s the shits.”

Thinking we made a mistake; I was getting ready to jump up and make sure that we did not rip something and that I did not hurt him.  His breathing was all over the place, his face was beat red, and sweat was dripping from his forehead in gallons.  He could see the worry in my eyes and simply said, “Don’t move.  I just need to adjust to something being in there.”

While I was worrying about him, I did not realize the sensations that I was feeling just having my head in his hole.

After a moment, he stated to move back, using a rocking motion, he took more of me in.  I couldn’t see what was going on behind him, but I could tell he was making some headway. 

Before to long, I could feel him sitting on my pelvis area with his full weight.  The feeling of him wrapped around my cock was unlike anything I could have ever imagined.  It was tight, warm, wet, silky and it above all else, I was all of the way inside of Brent.

Once he had adjusted, he looked at me before moving an inch, “Ok, the searing pain has subsided, I am going to take it slow and just start moving up and down.  How are you doing?”

All I could do was just smile.  I was afraid that I was going to shoot off any second.  He had muscles inside of him that felt like they were gripping and jacking me off without either one of use moving an inch on the outside.  Moving just an inch or two in either direction, Brent started to move.

He worked himself to move about halfway off and back on again when he pulled himself almost all of the way off, just leaving my head just inside.  Looking down at me, holding my of my hands in his, he plunged himself all of the way back down. 

I gripped his hands and creamed out from the top of my lungs, and I exploded inside of him.  He came at the same moment.  I don’t know who screamed the loudest.  I was shooting to hard and fast it almost felt like I was pissing.  I could feel the beating of his blood flow synced to mine as he shot some very full shots all over me.  A couple of his shots landed well over my head.  A couple landed on my face near my mouth.  A bunch landed on my chest. 

After a few minutes that felt like forever, Brent finally collapsed on the bed next to me.  Both of us relaxed to regain our breathing.

“Wow”, only word that came to me.

“Wow is right.  All I can say is, we are going to be in trouble.”  He playfully said as he was running his fingers through his cum on my chest.

I reached my tongue out and tasted his cum from my lips.  That even tasted good.

That night was one that I will never forget.  Saying I truly felt like a King was an understatement.  What I had feared for the past couple of years was not set in stone.  I now knew I was one hundred percent gay.  I was in love with Brent.  I wanted to make sure that He was my life going forward.  I only wanted him. 

Graduation day was upon us in no time.  That weekend was crazy.  One small part of me was bummed.  I found out the Monday before graduation that neither my mom nor dad would be making the trip to see me get my diploma.  But hay, the most important people in my life was there.

The time came for the ceremony, while I was looking forward to standing behind Brent in line as we grabbed the black case that held our diplomas, I did something stupid, and I seated on the dais next to the valedictorian.  Yeah, my GPA granted me not just an Honors Society sash, I was also the salutatorian for Warren Central High School, Class of 2010. 

TBC