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Jay & Miles - 3. Miles At Home

Miles alone at home...

POV: Mikey

 

When I walked up the long driveway after getting the mail from the box, I couldn’t suppress the smile which came to my lips; Jay is taking me out for pizza Friday! Since it had rained the previous night, I walked on the grass strip down the center to avoid the muddy gravel. I approached the long single-story ranch with it’s tan narrow-bricked façade by way of the garage, patting the bi-colored side of my ‘new’ car as I passed it. The ‘55 Pontiac I had bought just before my 16th birthday after saving for nearly a year--the car I had only driven around the oval driveway and a short distance down the tarred road in front of my house! The car whose body I had lovingly repaired, and now could not drive!

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I opened the driver’s door and sat on the grey cloth bench seat, letting my hands brush across the dark grey metal of the dashboard, admiring the acres of chrome trim around the instruments. I opened the glove-box and rummaged inside, feeling what I sought under the registration and the greenish paperbacked owner’s manual; a small bottle of pills my mother no longer needed to go to sleep--but a bottle I found a use for. There were many nights I would come out and sit in my car and stare at the small container, letting my fear and despair have free rein. Will tonight be the night? So far, I had only gone so far as to pour out the contents into my hand, then put them back...if my fear of being ‘outed’ got too strong, or I got hit with even one more stroke of bad luck...then I might go farther.

I put the pills back: Not today--I have a date! I shut the car door and went into the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of Pepsi from the fridge as I went by and using the bottle opener screwed to the wall next to it. I dropped to the floor in front of the tv, opening a letter from my oldest sister--a birth announcement for another boy--her third! I noted that it had blue balloons on it, and a clipping from her local paper giving the details--eight pounds thirteen ounces!

Taking a swig from the soda bottle, I flipped through the channels, but couldn’t find anything to watch; my mom wouldn’t be home from her cashier’s job at the 5&10 until past 9, and my dad might be even later if another driver called off at the dairy where he worked making deliveries to local stores and schools. With nothing better to do, I put my backpack on the dining room table and began my homework.

There were only a few things to do for English, and some questions to answer in World History, but writing up my experiment notes for Chemistry took the longest--the only science I had any interest in was archaeology! At least I’m out of that stinking Algebra class! The teacher had suggested I drop it for another class rather than lose all the credits--so she got me into her sister’s poetry class. I liked the class, and I was filling the notebook with scattered verses from my favorite poets, but I couldn’t write a decent poem to save my life!

My homework now done and my soda empty, I walked down the long hall to my bedroom at the far end of the house, my steps sounding hollowly on the oak floors. I pulled out my journal from behind a shelf of books, and turned to the next empty page, jotting down a few thoughts before my mind wandered--I had kept the journal off and on for three years, putting down random thoughts, current events, and even some short stories--those I could write. Of its own volition my left hand began filling the pages while increasingly vivid pictures filled my head: the ride home from school...Jay stopping in the woods...his hand brushing back my hair….

With a start, my mind came back to the present moment; I lay stretched out across my bed on my stomach, my scuffed sneakers lying jumbled on the floor, my white-socked feet swinging in an arc over my back. My brown eyes fell to the pages before me--I didn’t remember writing this, so I turned back to the beginning and began to skim through the closely-scribbled text...but first there was a small drawing of two boys sitting at a table, kissing while their hands roamed over muscled chests revealed by their unbuttoned shirts.

...Jay’s blue eyes bored into my brown ones, his face lit with a small grin. Ever so slowly, he leaned in, lips pursing slightly as one hand moved softly around my shoulders--the other moving over the cotton of my dress shirt. I could hear his breathing quicken as our lips met in a gentle kiss, no more than a feather’s touch at first, but growing stronger at my own tender response; I could feel his every touch as he undid my buttons, pulling the front open so his fingers might brush over my skin, glowing softly in the candle-light. I moaned into his kiss as his right thumb drew circles around my now-hardened nipple…

...under the table-cloth, Jay’s right hand trailed down from my chest to rest on my thigh, rubbing the soft denim of my black jeans….I squirmed on the mattress, pressing my hardness into the blankets; I licked my lips, now gone dry, and let out a long sigh--this had to be my best story yet! By the time I got to the bit where Jay had slipped off his shoe and was running his foot along my shin, I had turned over and torn open my belt to free the rock-hard monster under the straining metal teeth of the zipper. My left hand rubbed over the soft blue cotton of my briefs, revelling in the semi-freedom I had opened up. My long fingers curled around the encased shaft, squeezing gently as my hand altenated between finger- and palm-strokes...it took only moments for me to feel the first damp spots of excitement through the cloth.

My stroking varied in both speed and pressure as I went on, my right hand worked its way under my tee-shirt, fondling my pecs and the few scattered brown hairs there. I managed to kick my jeans to the floor so that my socks could rub against my legs as Jay’s did in my story. Oh fuck--it was so much better when I had a real person to imagine doing these things! I could feel the sweat beginning to form on my brow and trickle down my sides, and the wet spot in my shorts, produced by my eight-inch dick, was growing by the minute! I had always kept my underwear on while masturbating, ever since my first nocturnal dream--the feel of soft cotton could set me off faster than anything else--except possibly for long white athletic socks. I closed my eyes so the fantasy could play out, my breath coming now in ragged gasps...this was going to be a good one--I could tell from the amount of wetness under my dancing fingers!

And finally...the phone rang! “What the fuck!” I yelled hoarsely...what kind of asshole calls at a time like this?! We didn’t have an answering machine yet, and we’d only had a private line for about five years--prior to that we shared our line with five or six other families on our street--so we had to take calls and write down any important messages. My right hand came from under my shirt, being the one not covered in liquid love, and jerked the receiver from the black base on my nightstand.

“Hello?!” I was less than polite, wanting to return to my frenzied fantasy, and my breath was still coming a bit raggedly….Nothing but silence from the other end...but they didn’t hang up. “Hello?”, this in a bit more calm tone.

Still nothing, but I thought I could hear someone breathing softly. Weird on top of annoying? Impatience took over--I really wanted to get back to my guilty pleasure! “I’m hanging up now if you don’t say something!” I began to move the receiver away from my ear when I heard it...a whispery voice...a male voice which sounded about my own age of seventeen.

--Dave…-- more breathing; --What are you wearing? Tell me. I want to rub my hands over your dick...I want to pull it out and suck it like a lollipop!--

Oh my God! I didn’t recognize the voice, and I sure didn’t know who ‘Dave’ was--but in my present state of horniness, I definitely wanted to be him! “Um, man--I’m sorry, I’m not Dave...you have a wrong number!” My own voice was not much louder than my obscene caller’s….

The next words were said with a mix of embarrassment, and regret. --Oh...damn...uh...I’m sorry.-- Even now, the caller didn’t hang up, his breathing still coming through the line.

--What’s your name, man? Mine’s Kurt...I just turned seventeen.-- No way was I giving out my real name! “Uh...um...I turn eigteen in four months...my name’s...um...Steve….” Despite being on the phone I was feeling a bit embarrassed, but I had a serious problem I needed to take care of….

--So, Steve...can I kiss you, and rub my hands over your butt as we grind our jeans together….--

This was originally Prompt 354.
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ColumbusGuy
On 10/12/2014 11:51 PM, aditus said:
Whoa! The sleeping pills where kinda a shock. Is Miles really that desperate? I hadn't guessed. So Steve and Kurt? Hmmm This chapter really is in the middle of everything...room for speculations...or I read the next one.
I can't give anything away...keep reading.

All I can say is this: I think most teens think about it once in a while, gay teens probably more. I never seriously considered it, but then, I had no prospects of finding someone to love and possibly lose at that time in life.

The pills were part of the prompt requirements, and others have expressed shock at them....I promise drama like any good author...I just ask that you hang in there.

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ColumbusGuy
On 10/16/2014 03:32 AM, Timothy M. said:
I wasn't too shocked about the pills, I saw them more as insurance of a way out. Having them in the car he couldn't drive was symbolic, too. He had hoped the car would spell freedom but since it didn't, Miles had to have something else ready.

But the sudden phone sex did surprise me !

I received several such calls in high school--believe me, they were a shock to me too! It was weird with one because I picked up the phone in my parents' room--didn't have my own phone until later. That one didn't go over too well! :)
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AC Benus

There is certain balance here that puts me in mind of the times being described. I mean, i was a kid in the 70's so my vision was a bit tilted, but on a gut level i felt that teen boys had to walk a kind of tightrope. They had to be cool (meaning calm and collected, as being boisterous was not accepted at the time), but they also had this disassociated sadness, it seemed borne by a notion that boys could not be allowed to share feelings, mush less thoughts or hugs. The reason i say this is that the whole 'pill thing' makes me completely sad, and yet it seems realistic - realistic that an otherwise happy-go-lucky teen would have a plan B to kill himself if his mask of invisibility were to slip.

Some people seem to think the wrong number turning into a sexy call is a bit of a stretch, but the thing is, that 'stuff' happened back then! Remember, there was no way a call could be traced, no seeing a number flash on a digital screen, so people felt very safe making random calls to see if they could find someone to have a sexy chat with. I know, it was a different world back then, but it happened, and happened a lot according to my buddies. The one think i do wonder about though is how 'accidental' this call to Miles is. I bet the boy on the other end knows exactly who he is talking to ;)

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ColumbusGuy
On 10/28/2014 03:53 AM, AC Benus said:
There is certain balance here that puts me in mind of the times being described. I mean, i was a kid in the 70's so my vision was a bit tilted, but on a gut level i felt that teen boys had to walk a kind of tightrope. They had to be cool (meaning calm and collected, as being boisterous was not accepted at the time), but they also had this disassociated sadness, it seemed borne by a notion that boys could not be allowed to share feelings, mush less thoughts or hugs. The reason i say this is that the whole 'pill thing' makes me completely sad, and yet it seems realistic - realistic that an otherwise happy-go-lucky teen would have a plan B to kill himself if his mask of invisibility were to slip.

Some people seem to think the wrong number turning into a sexy call is a bit of a stretch, but the thing is, that 'stuff' happened back then! Remember, there was no way a call could be traced, no seeing a number flash on a digital screen, so people felt very safe making random calls to see if they could find someone to have a sexy chat with. I know, it was a different world back then, but it happened, and happened a lot according to my buddies. The one think i do wonder about though is how 'accidental' this call to Miles is. I bet the boy on the other end knows exactly who he is talking to ;)

In addition to the normal teen angst over being 'emotional', I wasn't raised with it--my parents tried not to show emotioin, even my mom--and the only time I ever saw my dad cry was when his oldest brother died.

I had two phone calls happen that way...being alone with a disembodied voice provided a security which meant I could respond--impossible for me in the flesh, so to speak. :)

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Headstall

Wow. You took me back. Walking up the grassy middle of the driveway to avoid the puddles...buying a car before I was sixteen and driving it up and down the drive...opening a BOTTLE of Pepsi and using the opener screwed to the wall...you filled me up with nostalgia in a good way. The presence of the pills helps him cope and I get that. It was terrifying to be gay in that time, and unfortunately still is sometimes. Enlightenment towards us is not as deep as many think. The scene on the bed was nicely done and I had to laugh when the phone rang. There is nothing worse than being interrupted in those moments...his thinking of Jay is what made the scene work for me. I hope he is not being set up by the phone call. I think it would be unlikely during that time period. Cheers...Gary

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ColumbusGuy
On 10/29/2014 12:56 PM, Headstall said:
Wow. You took me back. Walking up the grassy middle of the driveway to avoid the puddles...buying a car before I was sixteen and driving it up and down the drive...opening a BOTTLE of Pepsi and using the opener screwed to the wall...you filled me up with nostalgia in a good way. The presence of the pills helps him cope and I get that. It was terrifying to be gay in that time, and unfortunately still is sometimes. Enlightenment towards us is not as deep as many think. The scene on the bed was nicely done and I had to laugh when the phone rang. There is nothing worse than being interrupted in those moments...his thinking of Jay is what made the scene work for me. I hope he is not being set up by the phone call. I think it would be unlikely during that time period. Cheers...Gary
This is bringing back so many memories for me too--even the bed scene! Only difference was that my mom actually found my 'story' in one of my textbooks--I said it wasn't mine. :) I wonder if, years later, that helped her ask if I was gay?
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dughlas

This story brings back memories. I grew up in the same time period in a largely rural school district though I lived in town. We made the same lame jokes. At the time I never thought of myself as gay, sure I liked looking at the cute boys but, I liked the cute girls too ... had fun playing with a few of my friends ... it wasn't gay, just something horny guys did. So I was saved from the angst of being a gay teen ... I was fortunate, while I wasn't part of any one clique I had friends in most of them from the popular ones to the misfit "hoods" so I wasn't isolated just naive and slightly oblivious ...

I'm playing a of catch-up with the story and look forward to what follows ...

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ColumbusGuy
On 01/05/2015 11:07 AM, dughlas said:
This story brings back memories. I grew up in the same time period in a largely rural school district though I lived in town. We made the same lame jokes. At the time I never thought of myself as gay, sure I liked looking at the cute boys but, I liked the cute girls too ... had fun playing with a few of my friends ... it wasn't gay, just something horny guys did. So I was saved from the angst of being a gay teen ... I was fortunate, while I wasn't part of any one clique I had friends in most of them from the popular ones to the misfit "hoods" so I wasn't isolated just naive and slightly oblivious ...

I'm playing a of catch-up with the story and look forward to what follows ...

Thanks dughlas--I'm still amazed at the fact that my first chapter now has over 1k views, and I have 19 followers! This started as just a few prompts to morph into a pretty cleansing look back at my teen years, though I didn't have the courage to connect beyond casual friendship with my version of 'Jay'. So much of this is true and what I would have loved back then, but I was hampered by terminal shyness and worry about being found out. Real events in every chapter--when I look back I often wonder how much I missed out on--I think I missed more than a few chances to express my 'feelings' with another boy--especially when I got the 'sex call' one Spring day. :)
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EagleIsaac

I really felt for Miles. It must have been a scary and desperate time living in a small town and not knowing any other gay teens. I didn't really come out until I was in college (to my family in my 20s) so I understand the fear of discovery. I hope that having Jay as a friend - and maybe more?- will help Miles get past the need to have the pills around. The phone sex caller was surprising. I wonder if it's someone who knows Miles?

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ColumbusGuy
On 04/06/2015 02:47 AM, EagleIsaac said:
I really felt for Miles. It must have been a scary and desperate time living in a small town and not knowing any other gay teens. I didn't really come out until I was in college (to my family in my 20s) so I understand the fear of discovery. I hope that having Jay as a friend - and maybe more?- will help Miles get past the need to have the pills around. The phone sex caller was surprising. I wonder if it's someone who knows Miles?
I was in college before I had my first experiences, there was a small gay group, but I didn't join, but I made a few friends in hope that they'd want to do more, but I would just settle for the friendship. I commuted, so life was still pretty much my regular small town.

 

The bizarre thing--my first sex was with a friend from high-school, who I never thought of as anything but straight...it wasn't until my mid 20s that I did things with anyone else.

 

Fear is a powerful thing until you get so fed up that you have to DO something, no matter what. Maybe Miles has a chance I didn't then?

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drpaladin
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I love the wonderful period touches, such as the bottle opener. So much has changed, even in just the past couple of decades, that the once commonplace now has an air of uniqueness to it. Corded telephones, few TV channels, daily news cycles rather than minute to minute updates, are just a few of those things. Car phones were once a status symbol; now even a homeless person might have a cell phone. Then there is the internet with boundless information ready to be accessed.

My own childhood was so extremely atypical and privileged that I had very little in common with other children when I began going to school. An only child, I was far more comfortable around adults and those adults constantly praised me. Other children were like strange alien beings to me. Like Miles, I was a reader, an extremely voracious reader, and I am left handed too. I can easily identify with Miles' loneliness and feeling apart. While I never contemplated suicide as Miles has in the story, I can easily understand his thinking behind it. With Jay, there is now a glimmer of hope in his life.

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ColumbusGuy
On 04/24/2015 05:20 PM, drpaladin said:
I love the wonderful period touches, such as the bottle opener. So much has changed, even in just the past couple of decades, that the once commonplace now has an air of uniqueness to it. Corded telephones, few TV channels, daily news cycles rather than minute to minute updates, are just a few of those things. Car phones were once a status symbol; now even a homeless person might have a cell phone. Then there is the internet with boundless information ready to be accessed.

My own childhood was so extremely atypical and privileged that I had very little in common with other children when I began going to school. An only child, I was far more comfortable around adults and those adults constantly praised me. Other children were like strange alien beings to me. Like Miles, I was a reader, an extremely voracious reader, and I am left handed too. I can easily identify with Miles' loneliness and feeling apart. While I never contemplated suicide as Miles has in the story, I can easily understand his thinking behind it. With Jay, there is now a glimmer of hope in his life.

Man, are you my 3 year separated twin? Visually impaired (one good eye and that very near-sighted), left-handed--tell me you're diabetic and we're set. :) I grew up with 3 older step-sisters, but they all moved out by the time I hit 13, so after that I was an only child too.

 

This chapter is SO me, right down to the bottle opener and all. For 27 years that house was home. The only thing in this chapter that wasn't me was the pills, though I did think about it as all teens do at times, I never sought a way to do it.

 

Depending on the subject, I'd go through a book every couple days, and buy about 6 each trip to the bookstore.

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ColumbusGuy
On 11/01/2015 02:00 AM, Mikiesboy said:

This was interesting. Took me back to a time I didn't live through, but your words made me see and feel. Well done.

 

I think I'm with AC here, that the caller knew who he was calling...

 

I'm enjoying this CG, thanks.

 

tim

Such a different time from what teens know today, but I lived it, and Mikey is me as I was then.

No Caller-ID, no cell phones displaying numbers for the recipient...hell, we didn't even have an answering machine in '76--and only had a private line for about five years at that point--before then, neighbors shared the line and could listen in to your calls, or hog the line all day. :)

Maybe the caller knows who he's talking to--I can't say from the two I received then...but being purely random seems iffy.

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ColumbusGuy
On 09/06/2016 06:03 AM, Geron Kees said:

Hmm. Interesting phone call. This is a different take on the teen years than I lived through, but it's fun. I always like to see how things were for others. I'll be back for more.

Thanks.

Thanks Geron, everybody's life is different, though a lot of things overlap...you just have to find the right connections. Has Miles found one, or is it a wrong number?

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sanmariano

Guys I know in their late sixties and seventies are always moaning that the 1970s were 40 years ago, because they still love them, and it was their wild 'disco days'. What amazes me is that 40 years later it's still not that much  different in most places for gay high school kids. Sure, many schools have Straight-Gay Alliances and some kids are out, but so many are still 'afraid' and use 'pills' and even worse, the cutting and suicide. Things have definitely improved but, even with legal gay marriage, there is still the taboo and plenty of bigotry. Very good writing, by the way. Smooth and flowing and easily readable with great dialogue.

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ColumbusGuy

Thanks San!  Everything in this chapter is real--except the pills, thank goodness.  I thought about it once or twice, but I always had my books o escape into if I got too down, and saw more chances ahead in my future.  I had a couple friends which meant I wasn't totally on the outside, but I never became part of the crowd or went to local parties...yep, wallflower, that was/is me.  :)

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Freerider

That brought back a distant memory. I received a call like that. It was a guy that sounded much older to me. I was 12, maybe 13 at the time. He told me I was such a nice boy and asked me if I played with myself or with my friends... It freaked me out and I told my mom. I don't remember her reaction, but she probably told me to just end the call. It happened once more and I think he got the message I was not cooperative. No regrets over missed chances, I still think it was some weirdo...

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ColumbusGuy

It's hard for kids today to believe the freedom phones gave then--no way to figure out who was on the other end unless you recognized the voice, or the caller told you.  The only risk to being overheard was if someone in the house picked up another phone, or if you had a party-line, a neighbor did so wanting to use the phone.  Since my parents were at work, I think I spent almost an hour on the phone with this caller, but I didn't recognize his voice, so he could have been almost anyone at school.

We weren't always looking over our shoulders for 'sickos' either, at least in small towns.  Everybody got the 'don't talk to strangers routine', but that only counted for adults most times.  Another kid could be a new friend, and who would pass that chance up?  I'm sure cities were different, but I had no experience with them--only went occasionally to visit my grandparents in Bexley in Columbus, and I don't remember seeing many kids there except my sisters or cousins who'd come to visit too.  :)

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Goodie

Wow, must really suck having a car but not being able to drive it, such a nice set of wheels too. The pill thing and the little routine he goes through is a bit sad and scary, I hope he will continue to find reasons to say "not today....". I was born a couple of decades too late so some of the references escape me but I can still appreciate the story, some things transcend time and as one commenter noted some things haven't changed much. One thing though, I think it's a lot easier today, gay rights having come a long way, always room for improvement tho. And the phone call at the end...lol, umm what the hell hehe, damn I wish I had one of those, mind you I'd likely cwap myself and hang up.

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