TheEggman

It's sad you feel that way, Ron. I guess you've never worked with gay youth. I have, in Dallas, TX, in Los Angeles, and in the San Francisco bay area, and now in Delaware. Lonely kids do fall in love at first sight. Although this is pure fiction, even in my real life, I fell in love in the USAF pretty much at first sight too. Only because of the 1980's rules against gays in the military did we take two months to act on our feelings. I've been writing this series for over fourteen years now and it's still popular, it's still getting new readers, and the second book of the series is longer than the first. Do us all a favor and go back and relearn the golden rule - if you don't have something nice to say, then say nothing at all. Maybe you're simply too old and cynical at only 53? By the way, I'm 52, and still find helping kids take a positive outlook when too many are dragging them through the dirt, is very rewarding. It's clear that you don't feel similarly.

Suspiciously, Mike watched Prez follow Keith into the house. As soon as the door closed, Mike turned to Derrick and asked, "Did you know that was gonna happen?" "Not a clue," Derrick answered truthfully. Prez hadn't said a word to him about experimental kissing of any sort. With all the effort of pulling together two gigs, Prez and he spoke mostly of music during breaks at Black Angus. Occasionally, they might talk about their relationships with their boyfriends but he hadn't said anything abou

Whew! Thank goodness the frolics were finally behind us. It was pretty great even though, at times, I felt like there was a full load in my boxers! Mike had wanted me to sing on stage with him since we were ten and he finally got his wish. Prez wanted me to sing too and kept on working with me, helping me through five months worth of rehearsals. Honestly, that was the best part. He’s so cute! On any given day, we’d be in our room with the stereo playing the songs we were working on. Prez would

Keith was fabulous at John’s birthday party. What he would never tell you is that while he sang, sure his eyes were closed a lot but he was really getting into each song. When he wasn’t pounding out a rhythm he would grab the microphone and move around our stage area, spending time singing and dancing around by each one of us in turn. I’ll bet he was doing everything in his power to avoid standing at center stage! Mister Mellow was rockin’! He was hardly recognizable, as if it were a different p

Making love with Prez early that Saturday afternoon was intense! There had been times in the past where during intercourse it felt as if we were having multiple orgasms, but never did we actually shoot more than once. But that time we both did. There was one point, when Prez was getting close to his second orgasm, where he raised his arms and scrunched a pillow around his head, pulling his upper body muscles tight and inadvertently reminding himself that he had been wounded. Quickly lowering hi

With distant eyes looking through me, Keith quietly wondered for a long few moments. I had been looking for the right opportunity to talk with him about the prom but there was always something else going on. Since the prom was announced and the idea popped into my head, the right time never seemed to happen. It was obvious that Keith had reservations about letting anyone outside of our immediate circle know that we were gay. I understood all the reasons why he felt and thought that way. He was

Starting that Sunday night, things got really strange. Prez and I went to talk with John and told him we would like to come out to Kim. John got really angry again and started yelling, "No way! Don't tell her that!" "Why not?" I asked then said, "It's our decision really and we don't want to have to sneak around in our own house." "Well it's my house too and I don't want her knowing for sure my brothers are queer!" John argued. "I'm not gay," Drew said in self defense, "I'm bisexual. I like

With my house key ready, I made it to the front door before Keith. Turning the knob and finding the door unlocked, we barreled into the house. Ready to start stripping off my clothes and making a mad dash for the bedroom I skidded to a halt, surprised to find Mrs. Hundser, John and Kim sitting in the living room. Dagnabit! I shouted to myself. Don’t they know it’s Sunday and they’re all supposed to be out somewhere? They’re all out every other Sunday. But noooo! Not this Sunday! Startled by our

Omigod! He stayed with me the whole time at the hospital. I knew he was scared and uncomfortable just being there but he stayed anyway. Prez was strong and helpful and best of all, fun to talk with. While my own worries about my leg twisted my brain, he relaxed me by playing that color game with me. I was worried that he would freak out and have to leave me alone, at least for a little while, but he never did. So soon after his mom's accident to be back in the hospital again, I would've understo

Keith and I looked at each other in shock. How could a sixteen-year-old get cancer? This can’t be happening to us. He squeezed my hand tightly and I squeezed his. Malignancy was a word we were not prepared to hear and it scared the living daylights out of me. We didn’t have any chance at all to say a word to each other before things started happening again. A nurse walked up behind Mrs. Hundser and Dr. Prenderdast. He asked the nurse, "Get some blood for me please, Rachel." Then he turned back

Prez and I were on cloud nine by the time we got home Friday night. It really was a fantastic night. Doug and Brian's band, appropriately named "Flashback", played mostly songs from the sixties and seventies. During most songs, I was reminded of the nights my parents would stay up late dancing to music like that. They sounded that good. One of the things we talked about was what made them sound so good. In my garage they sounded almost as good but with Jim and Al it was way better. Was it the so

On New Year's morning, before Keith woke, I asked myself how I was managing to get along with so few tears through the holidays. I felt guilty about that too for a short while. There was no doubt that I missed my mom very much. Maybe those occasional dreams I'd had of her were a good thing. They had always been somewhat comforting, just a little spooky to try and remember in detail. Rush woke up in his crate and I got down on the floor, opened the door and got my face licked clean. Pulling on so

I couldn’t believe that wipe out after six years of skiing without incident. Prez was great at the medical center, goofing around and at one point telling me he would kiss whatever it took to make me get better quicker. That sounded really great to me but what we found out later that afternoon wasn’t great at all. I learned the hard way that those ligaments in my leg really hurt, up where the thigh meets the groin, when I was tensing up during sex. Suddenly what was uncomfortable became sexually

Mr. and Mrs. Hundser left the house a little before noon. Each of them gave us directions, each warned us of driving on the snow and ice, each gave us cell phone and pager numbers; we practically had to push them out of the house! John decided to stay behind and drive up with us later that night saying he'd be bored and lonely the whole day otherwise. Shortly after the Hundsers left, Keith and I made a quick run to Pep Boys to get tire chains in case we needed them for the trip up the mountain.

The day after Christmas, I woke and looked over at Keith as he drifted in and out of his morning fog. My head and shoulders were propped up against the headboard. Rush was snoozing in his crate so I let him be since he was mellow for a change. Turning on the TV, I started flipping channels past the usual weekday morning talk shows. Almost awake, Keith kept trying to pull me closer to him even though I was so close my right leg was draped over his leg. He made me delirious with passion just a few

Keith and I decided to write this chapter together and then Mike and Derrick showed up and wrote a little bit. Then Drew came in the room and we talked him into adding a little bit. Merry Christmas! Christmas Eve morning I woke before Keith, slipped out of bed and went to the bathroom. Thinking of my mom and generally feeling sorry for myself, I started to cry a little. I thought that I should let myself feel the loss again now so I could be in the Christmas spirit the rest of the day. The

Rebirth Keith made me so incredibly happy that whole weekend. Starting with our date Friday night it was very much like our whole relationship got a fresh start. I completely recognized that he faced one of his biggest fears solely to make me happy yesterday. He did great considering it was his first time singing in front of anyone and it was all to please me. You might imagine just how incredibly aroused I was by the time I crawled into bed with him. When I said it was pay back time, my inte

Adoration and Devotion Sitting between my legs and leaning back against me, Prez fell asleep during Independence Day. He was talking during the scene where the alien attacks everyone in the lab but there wasn't another word from him after that. I think I spent just as much time looking at Prez's face as I did watching the last part of the movie. Counting the light hairs on his jaw made me think that some day I'm going to have to ask him to grow a beard; that way I can wake up to Redbeard the P

Phases Keith would have you believe that I was strong as an ox those first weeks after the accident. Any strength I had was absorbed directly from him. The truth is I cried a lot; sometimes just a few tears, other times crying so hard that I couldn't breathe and got dizzy. I started having dreams, not more nightmares - only dreams. Comforting dreams mostly and a few of how I might have been able to change events. She was almost at work, dammit! Another minute or two forwards or backwards and e

That was the intent, MJ. The entire chapter is a nightmare until Prez wakes up screaming in the corner of Keith's bedroom - from that point on, you learn what is real versus what was imagination in the dream sequences. The only thing that was real was the death of Mrs. Margaret 'Mags' O'Brian, and that her ex-husband and Prez's father didn't bother to attend the funeral.

Yours, Mine and Ours So much happened during the first few weeks after the funeral. More than anything in the world, I wished I could do something more to help Prez. All I could do was listen and hold him when he wanted holding. It had to be rough on the guy, ya know? I'd drop him off at the apartment on the way to school in the morning and stop by to take him home in the afternoon. He'd always want to hear about my day first when I got there. I was in school! Nothing very earth shattering wa

Chapter 13 Tricks or Treats On a bright, clear day I was walking down a residential street that I was unfamiliar with. This was not a street I could remember being on either in Texas or in California. The street signs that I passed were all first names of people. Children were playing somewhere in the area, I could hear them laughing and screaming but they weren't in sight. A breeze blew across me, chilling me in the warm sun. The wind started to howl and clouds floated across the sky. Gradu

Chapter 12 Always and Forever The changes brought about during the first few weeks of school made my life interesting to say the very least. In the mornings, Derrick picks up Mike then Keith and I and we all go to school together. It’s way too early in the day though so none of us are in a very talkative condition. Keith is only in one of my classes, second period English. By that time there are signs of sentient life once again. We sit next to each other and do make a small effort not to

There is much more to come! Right now and for the past chapters, you've only just started getting to know the characters. The next chapter is titled 'Tricks or Treats'. It was my 1999 Halloween chapter, and it will be a surprise to many readers.

One of These Turns By the time I got home from work last night and finished talking with the rents about school, I was wiped out. I slipped into bed and snuggled up to my pillows. Without Prez holding me, I couldn't stay asleep and kept waking up. At one point I was missing him so much that I went to the hall closet, got the spare blanket and rolled it up length-wise so I could feel something warm behind me. That helped a little bit but when I woke again I was frustrated. If I had to guess how