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The Cockney Canuck - 125. Chapter 125 The Boy from Neverland

It was nearly four weeks since Alex left and nowhere was his absence felt more than in the boy’s locker room at Stephenson Collegiate. Showers were mandatory following team sports, but for the only known gay guy in class, they were generally an awkward and unpleasant experience.

You don’t know what you got till it’s gone, was something my mom always used to say and this was true with Alex. Up until his recent disappearance, our unlikely friendship had worked in my favour at school, particularly in an all-boys environment like sport. His presence helped to quell any disquiet in the locker room, and ensured a relatively easy time for me, but now the honeymoon period was over, and I had to fend for myself.

While the majority of my classmates adjusted quite well to my coming out, some still had a problem with my sexuality. These boys who I had regularly seen naked for almost a year were suddenly uncomfortable with my company in the showers, and without my usual minder, they were becoming increasingly vociferous. They were a small minority with even smaller penises, but my presence seemed to exploit their insecurities and threaten their masculinity.

I tried to keep out of their way, but on Thursday morning, as I showered at the end of PE, one of them accused me of looking at him. His name was Aron, and he was one of the bullies I stood up to at the beach when I was Nathan. If I did look at him, it was accidental and definitely not in the way he suggested, but it wasn’t about that. It was an excuse for him and his small-minded friends to insult me.

I did the sensible thing and tried to walk away, but he blocked my path and repeated his accusation, while his friends looked on.

“I don’t like you looking at me, homo.”

“I wasn’t looking at you.”

“Yes, you were.” He turned to his friends who were laughing. “I caught him staring at my dick.”

“He’s looking for a new fuck buddy,” said his friend. “Now Alex has gone.”

I turned to face the boy, surprised by his comment.

“What’s wrong, we know Alex was fucking you,” said Aron. “That’s probably why he’s not here anymore. You must have given him some kind of disease.”

“You don’t know anything,” I said.

“I know you were looking at me. That’s sexual harassment, so stay outta my way in future,” said Aron. “It’s bad enough I have to shower with a queer, but I don’t want him looking at me.”

The three boys laughed behind me as I left the shower and hurried back to the locker room to grab my towel. I put it around my waist and sat next to Rory to explain what happened.

“They’re fucking losers,” he said. “Ignore them.”

Rory rarely used the F-word, but I understood his anger. He had been the target of more homophobic slurs than any straight guy I knew.

I stared Aron in the face as he walked past us naked and smirking with his friends. “It’s kinda difficult to ignore them when they’re surrounding me in the shower.”

“You should report it to the principal then.”

I looked at Rory and thought about what he said, then averted my eyes as he stood up and removed his towel to put on his underwear.

“Nah, I’ve got enough problems as it is.”

“Is that why you're having counselling,” asked Rory, lowering his voice.

“Yeah.” I stared at the floor as water dripped from my hair, forming a puddle at my feet. “But things are getting better.”

“Was it something to do with Alex?”

“Some of it.”

“You can tell me; you know? Oh, and you can look now, I’m decent.”

“What?”

“I saw you look away when I took off my towel,” he chuckled. “You always do it.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Yes, you do. But you don’t have to. It doesn’t bother me. I’m not like those creeps.”

I thought it odd how I felt more embarrassed when Rory caught me looking away from him than on any of the countless occasions he caught me looking at him. It was even stranger when I realised that this was the only time he had ever complained.

‘Maybe he wants me to look at him. I don’t think I’ll ever get the hang of this gay thing’.

Whenever I thought I had it figured out, something else came along to confuse me.

“It’s not easy, Rory. Being a gay guy in a boy’s changing room. People tease me because they think I enjoy it, but really it’s the opposite. I try not to look at anyone, but you can’t walk around with your eyes closed. Straight guys get so paranoid. I’d rather shag a goat than go anywhere near those wankers. Sometimes I think I’d be more comfortable changing with the girls.”

Rory pulled a t-shirt over his damp hair and gently nudged my shoulder. “Hey, I’m sorry. I never thought of it like that. I guess it is kinda awkward.”

It was typical Rory, apologising for something he never did. He had nothing to be sorry about but was often on the receiving end of my rants. The boy never failed to impress me.

“When I said straight guys; I didn’t mean you, Rory. And you're definitely more shaggable than a goat.”

“You say the nicest things.”

“I know, and if I weren’t naked, I’d stand up and hug you.”

“No, please don’t do that. I’d prefer it if you just got dressed. Everyone else has gone.”

When I looked around, there was only us and a couple of stragglers left, and I was the only one still without any clothes on.

“You can go if you want, I don’t need you to hold my hand.”

“That’s the only thing I’m gonna hold, now hurry up already.”

“Okay.” I stood up, looked him in the eye, and then pointed to the wall.

“You're a dork,” he said as he folded his arms and turned his back on me. “We just showered together.”

“It doesn’t matter. I know what you're after and you're not getting it.” I dropped my towel and dragged on a pair of boxer briefs as he sighed and stared at the wall. “You're probably only shagging Rebecca to get to me. You're all the same, you straight boys.”

“Are you ready yet?” He turned his head sideways before looking away again as I admonished him.

“No, I’m shirtless, don’t you know. You're not to see my titties.”

“You're a jerk,” he chuckled.

“I suppose you're planning to get into my pants at Conner’s house. Probably expecting a threesome.”

“Well, now, you mention it. The thought had crossed my mind.”

“I bet it has.” I popped my head through the neck of my t-shirt and smiled at my golden-haired friend. “I can ask him tonight if you want.”

“That’s if he manages to get here. You do know it’s supposed to snow.”

I didn’t, but Rory was right.

*     *     *

By the time I boarded the school bus that afternoon, Cobourg was already under a blanket of snow, and it was still falling five hours later as Sue drove Daniel, Amy, and me back for the annual Christmas play.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” said Sue, and for once I couldn’t disagree with her. Fancy displays lit up with bright, colourful lights adorned every house and garden on our route, and the snow added the final touches.

“It looks magical,” I said, waving out the window at a giant illuminated Santa Claus. It was sitting at the front of someone’s garden smiling at the cars as they passed. I was mesmerised by the beauty of a town that now resembled a postcard. Daniel and Amy had seen it all before, but for me, it was something straight out of Hollywood. “I hope it stays for Christmas.”

“Don’t worry; it’ll stay until March,” groaned Daniel, but I wondered how he could not be impressed by the sights around us.

Despite the heavy snowfall, the ploughs that constantly crisscrossed the town kept the roads clear, and the school play went ahead as scheduled. It was a credit to the small army of personnel who worked around the clock and at short notice, but I guess they had plenty of practice.

‘Maybe I’ll feel differently about it next year’.

The snow arrived just in time for Christmas, but as Daniel predicted, it would stay—topped up almost daily—for most of the next three months.

At the school, Sue, Daniel, and Amy went inside to meet up with Don, while I waited outside in the cold for Conner. My adopted father had arrived early to attend a meeting of the board of governors. It was an opportunity for him to have a say in the running of the school, and probably get the low down on Jo from Mr Andrews. He had been quite cheerful since Jo confronted Sue, but I still wasn’t expecting him to back down.

He had something up his sleeve and Sue confirmed it the previous evening when she informed me that Conner couldn’t stay over. Not even in separate rooms and on different floors. Apparently, it was only a temporary measure until they sorted things out, whatever that meant, and it applied to all of my friends.

I knew it was Don’s decision. Probably his way of punishing me for my alleged indiscretions with Alex, but his latest attempt to disrupt what little private life I had, proved ineffective. It actually suited me, because I wanted to keep Conner away from our house for as long as possible. It also gave me an advantage when I asked Sue later if I could sleepover at Conner’s on Christmas night. Consumed with guilt, she didn’t have the heart to deny me and agreed without consulting Don, providing his parents were at home, and I could find a way of getting there.

I broke the news to Conner in a text as I waited for him at the front of the school. He made it on time thanks to four-wheel-drive. His mom’s truck no longer seemed excessive, but a necessary piece of equipment, especially out in the boonies.

He waved at me, then leaned across to kiss his mom, before hopping out and surprising me with a generous hug.

Most kids would have avoided doing either of those things in front of a busier than usual school building, but not Conner. He wasn’t the least bit embarrassed as he took my arm and walked me around the truck to introduce me to his mom.

“I hear you're coming to our house at Christmas,” she said.

I nodded as I tried to work out her accent. It wasn’t what I was expecting from someone who came from Saskatchewan.

“And he needs a ride,” added Conner.

“Well, I’m supposed to pick up Rory in the afternoon, so I guess I could collect you at the same time. You’ll need to arrange a time with him and let Conner know.”

The only remaining obstacle vanished before my eyes. It looked as if Conner was going to get his wicked way with me, after all. He even got his mom to help out.

‘Does she realise she’s helping her son to fool around with a guy he hardly knows’?

She was either entirely at ease with her children having sex in her house or incredibly naïve. I decided to ask Conner, but first, I needed to warm up. My face—the only part of my skin exposed—was numb and red from the icy wind.

Conner waved goodbye to his mom and told her he would call when he was ready to leave. “She’s gonna visit her friend in town,” he said, studying my face and covering it in his frozen breath. “You look cold?”

“I’m freezing.”

“You poor thing let’s get you inside and warm you up. You could’ve waited in the school. I would’ve found you.”

Conner was sweet and sensitive; fussing over me like he really cared. I thought it was kind of him to be concerned, especially after I had spent the best part of a month ignoring him.

Once in the heated foyer, I soon warmed up, and before long, I was peeling off my layers.

“I spend all winter doing this,” I said. “It’s too cold for me outside, and too hot inside, so I’m either putting clothes on or taking them off.”

“Well, I prefer it when you're taking them off, but that’s just me.” He raised his eyebrows and pulled off his hat to reveal an untidy mop of dark blond hair. It was damp, and half of it stood up, making me laugh. He patted it down and frowned at me, but it was only a joke, and his expression soon switched back to a smile that I found difficult not to return.

Under his winter coat, Conner looked smart in pale blue designer jeans and a distinctive red and white hoodie. I liked the way he dressed. Casual but stylish, with very little bling and not a hint of make-up. There was nothing camp about Conner. He was all boy, and the total opposite of Nathan, but maybe that’s what I was looking for.

We were standing in the busiest place. The middle of the reception where people congregated before heading into the auditorium. I wasn’t trying to keep a low profile, but it seemed like everyone I knew chose that moment to walk past. I was getting fed up of saying hello to people I saw every day, so I led him away from the crowd to the nearly empty corridor.

“I’m not usually this popular.”

“I don’t believe you,” he said. “I bet everyone wants to know a cute boy like you.”

It made me laugh. “Actually, it’s you creating the interest. They don’t know you, so it makes good gossip.”

“I see. So where are you taking me, anyway?”

“Don’t you want to see my school?”

“Sure, but aren’t we supposed to be watching a play?”

We weren’t supposed to wander around the school after hours, but there was still half-an-hour to go before the show started, and I thought it would be a good idea to leave our coats in my locker. It was also an opportunity for us to talk alone. Now that I was definitely going to sleep over, I wanted him to know that things might not go as smoothly as he planned.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I’ve had some problems at home. It’s the reason why I haven’t been available.”

He stopped walking to place his hands on my shoulders and look me in the eyes. “Are you sick again?” It was unexpected, but his concern was obviously genuine. “Is it your head?”

For a moment, I was lost. “No, it’s your eyes.”

“What?”

I smiled. “Sorry, it’s nothing. Your eyes are very blue, that’s all. My locker’s over here.”

Conner was understandably confused by my erratic behaviour, and so was I. He was definitely having an effect on me, which I liked and wanted more of. I was blushing and had a familiar tingling sensation down below.

‘Maybe I don’t need to tell him after all’.

It suddenly seemed like a pointless exercise. Talking or even thinking about what happened with Alex was an instant passion killer, and I was enjoying a mini-revival.

‘Telling him will only make it worse. I need to forget about Alex. Not talk about it all the time’.

“Are you sure you're okay?”

“Yes, I’ve just got a thing for eyes, and yours are really nice.”

He relaxed, and I could see him smiling to himself. “Well, I’m glad there’s something about me that you like.”

Now it was my turn to stop. “I like everything about you, Conner. You're not the reason why I’ve stayed away. It’s nothing to do with you.” I smiled as sweetly as I could, then tried to change the subject. “But I’m kinda curious about your family.”

“What about them?”

“It’s nothing bad, but I was wondering. I mean are they gonna be okay with us, you know, with me staying over and stuff?”

Conner giggled at me as I struggled to find the right words. “You mean are they gonna have a problem with us sleeping together?”

I looked around quickly to be sure no one could hear. “Yeah, that’s exactly what I mean.”

“No, they don't have a problem with you staying over. Why would they?”

I thought it was obvious. “Because you're gay. Won't they be suspicious?”

“I know it may sound weird to you, but my folks are okay with that kinda thing. They’re Swedish, and it’s different over there. People are more open about sex; it’s not like it is here.”

I should have guessed. The blond hair, blue eyes, and fair skin were clues along with his mom’s accent. When I looked at Conner, it was obvious he was Scandinavian.

“So you're Swedish, like that crazy chef from the Muppet Movies?”

He laughed as I opened my locker and took his coat.

“That’s not a very good example, and I’m not Swedish, my parents are. They moved here before I was born.”

“Sorry, but he’s the only Swedish person I could think of.”

“He’s a puppet, Robbie. And I’m pretty sure he’s not really Swedish.”

I laughed at my own stupidity, but I still didn’t quite get the sex thing. “So, they don’t mind you bringing guys back?”

“That’s not what I said. They wouldn’t be too happy if I started bringing back random boys for sex, that’s for sure. But a regular boyfriend is okay. Providing they know who you are and I’m truthful with them. Trust is a big part of it. You still don’t get it, do you?”

“No.”

“Haha, at least you're honest. It’s a culture thing. I was brought up with it, but it’s different over here, and a lot different in the UK. Don’t worry, I can educate you…. If you allow me.”

I was ready to give in to him right there and then, in the school corridor, during the Christmas play! I swallowed hard and tried to pay attention rather than focusing on his lips.

“What? Oh, yeah, of course, I’ll let you.”

I wasn’t sure exactly what it was I had just agreed to, but Conner looked happy at my response, so it was probably something naughty. Whatever it was, it didn’t scare me as much at would have earlier.

I closed my locker and glanced at my watch, as we began walking back to the busy end of the corridor. We were still early, so I slowed the pace to barely a crawl and listened to Conner as he talked about family values, Swedish style, in a deep seductive voice.

“They know they can’t stop me from having sex, but this way, they know where I am and who I’m with. I’m gonna do it somewhere, so it makes sense that it’s at home where I’m gonna be safe, rather than in the back of someone’s car, or one of those cheap motels on the edge of town.”

I looked at him curiously. He could have been talking about me.

“Don’t knock it till you’ve tried it,” I said. “Cheap motels can be fun.”

“No! You mean you’ve been to one?”

I nodded proudly. “I spent my sixteenth birthday at the Palm Springs Motel in Cobourg.”

“Oh my God, really? I’ve been past there. It looks filthy.”

“It was that day,” I laughed. “Especially in our room. That was Nathan’s present to me. A motel room and a bottle of lube. We used them both up that day, but we had a good time.”

“Sounds like it.”

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have told you about that.”

“Why not? I don’t care as long as you're not still seeing him. I know you're not a virgin, and I don’t mind you talking about stuff like that. In fact, it’s quite refreshing, you don’t usually like talking about sex.”

“Well, I don’t have much to report after, because that was the last time we did it. It’s been just me, and my right hand since then.”

‘And not even that lately’.

He laughed. “I can beat that,” he said. “It’s been six months for me, and I didn’t exactly have much of a love life before that. I was still a novice when we had to move.”

“Do you miss him a lot?”

“Yeah, quite a bit, but there’s no going back. I’ve talked to my parents about it, and they feel bad, but I understand they had to move. It’s better for us here.”

I would have been happy with a lie. A simple no would have been easier for me to digest, but I understood how he felt. I think that’s why I was so concerned.

“I was exactly the same until I met Nathan. I know it sounds bad, but when we started having sex, I forgot all about Tom. Maybe the same thing will happen to you?”

“That’s what my parents said.”

“They did? Really?”

“Yes, why are you so surprised? They know you're not sleeping over to play video games all night. That’s why they’ve been so keen to see us hook up.”

It sounded weird to me. Conner’s parents wanted me to have sex with their son to relieve their guilt trip. Scandinavia seemed like a fun place to be.

‘Why wasn’t I born in Sweden instead? What was my mom thinking, marrying a Canadian’?

“So you talk about stuff like that with your mom and dad?”

“Of course, and my sister. It’s not an issue.”

“Wow, in my house, I’m not even allowed to mention I’m gay.”

“You're kidding, right?”

“No, at Thanksgiving, Don told me not to talk about it because he didn’t want the rest of the family to find out.”

Conner put his hand on my arm, a warm and delicate touch that made me tremble.

“That’s terrible. I’m so sorry, I knew you had problems at home, but I didn’t realise it was that bad. Is this what you were trying to tell me earlier?”

“Yeah, it’s part of the problem. Well, actually it’s a lot worse than that, but it’s okay. I mean, I’m dealing with it.”

I don’t think Conner knew what to say to me after that because we walked in silence until we reached the auditorium. Most of the audience were already inside as a girl from my homeroom took our tickets and pointed to our seats. She looked at Conner and gave me an approving smile, but I quickly changed course when I saw the family, dragging my boyfriend along the back to the next set of stairs.

“I’ll explain later,” I said, as we squeezed past an entire row of disgruntled people to reach two empty seats near the other end. I sat down next to Daniel and whispered as I introduced my brother and little sister. On the other side of Amy was Sue, who glanced over and mouthed a polite hello to Conner, but Don just stared ahead at the empty stage. He was sitting on the end seat by the stairs.

“It’s okay,” whispered Conner. “I understand now why you took this route.” He grabbed my hand between the seats and leaned into me as the lights went down.

Then I heard Nathan’s voice above us, and there was a collective gasp from the audience as he was lowered by wires from the gantry. He had huge wings and a big blond wig that kept falling in his face as he delivered his lines.

“That’s my ex,” I said loudly and proudly, and Nathan acknowledged it with a wink and a kiss in my direction, before landing awkwardly on the stage and falling over. It wasn’t meant to be a joke, but everyone laughed, and it set the tone.

“He’s a lot different from how I imagined,” said Conner.

“Of course he is, you plonker, he’s in drag. I know I said he was a bit camp, but not that camp. And he doesn’t have tits in real life either.”

The woman sitting behind told us to keep our voices down, and Sue gave me a stern look, which I chose to ignore.

I had something else to think about which competed with the antics on stage. Between the seats, Conner was making love to my hand with his fingers and doing an admirable job for someone with limited experience.

“Are you okay,” he whispered, and I nodded.

I was a little more than just okay.

The show was hilarious, and I could see what all the fuss was about. For a school play and a family production, it was a little close to the mark in places, but overall it was well received. I was able to recognise Nathan’s influence. His bawdy seaside humour was easy to spot, even when it was someone else delivering the lines.

In the Stephenson spoof version of Peter Pan, Tinkerbell was an insanely jealous drag queen with an unhealthy obsession for the clean, straight-looking, lead actor. He was blissfully unaware of this crush, of course, as he fought and eventually killed the evil pirate Captain Hook. The show was riddled with sexual connotations, which the younger audience would not have understood, and a few teen abbreviations which may have confused some of the adults.

The students loved it though, and Nathan, just as he predicted, stole the show and received a rousing encore from everyone except Don. My hapless adopted father was subdued throughout and left in a huff shortly before the end.

Knowing he was watching made it even funnier for me, and I was certain that a couple of Nathan’s jokes were aimed directly at him. Don probably knew it too and looked unimpressed when Tinkerbell told a story about an evil, balding bigot, who lived at the top of the hill and preyed on young gay boys.

Payback no doubt, for the nasty things Don said about Nathan in the past, and a whopping show of support for his ex-boyfriend. Everyone laughed, but I knew the jokes were mostly for my benefit. Perhaps this was the reason why Nathan was so keen on me being there.

It was a nice gesture from an ex-boyfriend, but I needed to stay focused. Conner was like a breath of fresh air to me. He made me laugh, without being rude to Sue, Daniel, or Amy, who all found him charming and polite. I got the impression he was making a play for me, and Daniel thought so too. He was trying to romance me. I guess it was normal behaviour on an early date, but I quite liked it that he was prepared to pull out all the stops in a blatant attempt to win my heart. It was cool having a cute guy fussing over me, and kind of hot knowing why he was doing it.

Afterwards, Daniel and I persuaded Sue to stay behind so we could talk to Nathan, and I introduced him to Conner with a little trepidation. It was an awkward moment, which passed without incident, and the new boy on my arm was happy to take a back seat as I eagerly chatted with my ex.

“The bigot on the hill was Don, wasn’t it?”

“Of course, it was. I put that in for you.”

“I know, and you should’ve seen his face when he got up and walked out.”

“Oh my God, I bet that was so funny.” He slapped my arm as we laughed and fell back into a well-worked routine, which was distinctly ours.

Sue was chatting, and Daniel was keeping Conner amused, but I didn’t want to hurt the boy who was supposed to be my date for the evening, so I forced myself to leave.

“I have to go, Nathan. It’s been cool talking to you, and the show was really special.”

“Is Conner staying at your house?”

I wasn’t expecting him to ask me that, and my expression made him laugh it off as a joke, but he seemed happy when I explained the situation.

“He has to get home so I best not keep him too late.”

“You can come back to our house if you want. Ginny and a few others will be there. It’ll be fun. My sister will give you a ride home.”

Nathan was still high on adrenaline and buzzing from his performance, and I was sure that was the reason for an invitation, which could have easily been misinterpreted.

“Thanks, but I really wanna get home.” My face told a different story, and he must have easily picked up on it, as he put his arms around my neck and kissed me on the cheek. Despite his fake boobs, it was the closest we had been since we split up, and a familiar embrace, which I sorely missed. “I’ll see you in school tomorrow,” I said. “Maybe you’ll let me sit at your table for lunch?”

“Maybe,” he said and smiled through teary eyes. He suddenly looked drained; the show must have taken a lot out of him, but as I left, Ginny took my place, and he perked up.

Outside, I stood confused in the bitter cold, as I tried to explain Nathan’s exuberance to a very understanding Conner.

He took it in his stride, but he clearly wasn’t as happy as he was earlier and I cursed myself for insisting we stayed behind. I was trying to do the right thing. If I had gone without seeing him, Nathan would have been devastated.

Conner was quick with his assessment. “Look, Robbie. You’re a good guy, with more than a few problems. I think I know you a lot better now.”

“Really? I’m not sure if I do.”

“If you still have feelings for Nathan, then you should go back to him. I understand, and I won't hate you for it.”

His words shook me up, and a million different thoughts competed for my attention at the same time. I was emotionally drained and unable to offer a credible response. Instead, I reached out to hold his hand, but our gloves made it a pointless gesture.

“No, I like you, Conner.”

“That’s not enough to have a real relationship. If you like me, we can be friends, but I need more than that to sleep with you. It’s my fault. I was putting you under pressure without realising what was going on.”

I didn’t know what to say, or what I really wanted.

‘What if I go back to Nathan and next week he decides he’s bored with me again? And do I really want a drag queen as a boyfriend’?

Connor represented a fresh start, and an exciting future filled with safe, parental-approved sex, but an unknown commodity. With Nathan, I knew what I was getting. A lot of fun, and a connection which I had never had with anyone else before or since. We would struggle to find any time alone, but the Palm Springs Motel was a lot closer than Conner’s house, and sex with Nathan was always out of this world.

‘Am I really that lucky to have two boys vying for my attention’?

It seemed so unreal and so unfair to have to choose, but if I didn’t do something soon, then I could lose them both. I saw Daniel and Sue approaching with Amy between them, and behind Conner, his mom’s pick-up truck, parking at the disused bus stand.

Conner laughed uneasily and held my arm. “Go home and think about what you want. The invitation is still on the table, but I’m not gonna push you anymore. It’s your decision. If you wanna be with me, all you have to do is turn up on Christmas day?”

I thought he was very generous, and I was impressed. It showed how much he wanted to make it work.

His mom must have wondered what was going on because she got out of her truck and walked over.

“It’s okay, mom,” said Conner and he duly introduced her to Sue, Daniel and Amy. While I was still in a world of my own.

Poor Conner didn’t deserve to be kept waiting, but for once, I had to make the right decision. The best choice for me.

He looked at me and tried to hide the hurt on his face. I guess he must have known what I was thinking. He was smart, but this time he was wrong.

He was surprised as I leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. “I’ll see you on Christmas day.”

“Really?”

“If I’m still invited.”

“Sure. That’s cool.”

“Yeah, cool.”

Then we kissed again. I don’t know who initiated it. It just seemed to happen on its own, and this time, it lasted much longer. I put my arms around his waist and pulled him close as Amy giggled and Sue coughed loudly to get my attention. With two winter coats between us, it was hardly erotic, but enough for me to get an erection, and that alone was worthy of a celebration.

It was his mom who eventually managed to separate us. “Okay, boys, that’s enough for now.”

My lips were still tingling in the car on the way home, as I sat quietly in the back with a smile that didn’t want to leave my face. Then later that night in the privacy of my room, and with my new boyfriend as motivation, I finally and effortlessly completed Jo’s homework assignment.

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  On 9/18/2019 at 11:53 PM, NimirRaj said:

Ugh, I have a bad feeling you could be right just because as you say Robbie is acting like a typical teenager which includes often thinking with his “lower brain” so there’s always a chance he’ll mess things up with Conner what with Nathan suddenly showing interest in him once again. Then there’s the sort of ambiguous way Nathan is acting as we can’t really be 100% sure he is trying to get Robbie back as it all could be innocent/platonic in nature though if his invitation was hinting at a possibility of sex I’m once again not that impressed with Nathan’s actions considering he now definitely knows about Conner. 🤦🏻‍♂️ I really love that Robbie says he’s making the right choice and doing what’s best for him by choosing Conner, though I’m concerned he won’t practice what he preaches. Also, while I understand his reluctance completely I wish he had been transparent with Conner rather than making excuses for not telling him about Alex as I still think it’s better for him to be clear about this especially as what if Conner gets a little dominate or simply wants a blowjob causing him to have flashbacks that freak him out? I’m not saying Conner would remotely be like Alex as his personality doesn’t match in the least yet there’s still a chance something could trigger lingering psychological trauma which Conner could be more aware of if he was informed. I’m also on edge as to what Don may be plotting but we’ve all been worried about that for a while so no change. 🤷🏻‍♂️ 

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Everyone can see the possible pitfalls here and Robbie's well-documented history of falling into them doesn't bode well. Nathan's interest seems to have coincided with the rise of Robbie's mojo and provide a stiff test of his resolve. On paper, of course, Conner is the sensible choice who even Robbie knows will be good for him, but will that be enough in the end?

We don't know yet what Nathan's intentions are. It's possible he just wants to remain friends, but it doesn't usually work that way so we have to assume he's making a play to get back with Robbie. The notable absence of his supposed boyfriend may also give us a clue.

 

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  On 9/19/2019 at 2:31 AM, droughtquake said:

With Alex gone, Nathan is the next most dangerous option for Robbie. He seems to need that aspect in his life somewhere. He craves the danger. Even if he doesn’t realize it.
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This is very true and we've seen how this attraction has influenced his decisions in the past. Getting into a relationship with Daniel's best friend, fooling around and flirting with Alex. Messing around with his cousin was risky. Even Tom had an element of danger attached. He enjoys pushing his luck and seems to be unaware of his boundaries, which has often been his downfall, most notably with Alex.

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  On 9/19/2019 at 8:21 AM, hobo said:

love isn't about being reasonable
you love someone whether he is good or not for you.
everyone has certain types 
he falls in love with.robby i think is attracted to guys who dominate him

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This is very true. Nathan, Tom, and even Fran (don't forget, he has played for both teams) have all been dominant partners. Then, of course, there's Alex who missed the list because he was too dominant.

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I can’t help thinking that the chapter title is a premonition since it refers to Nathan. But then I guess Neverland could also refer to something like: it can never happen—again. Anyway, very nice chapter, Dodger. Nathan got his revenge on Don across nicely. Also a very nice chapter ending. I really like Conner, and apparently Robbie does too. Swedish is pretty cool!

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  On 9/18/2019 at 8:13 PM, droughtquake said:

Why do I have the feeling that Robbie will manage to sabotage himself again and lose both Conner and Nathan? Robbie is certainly acting like a typical teenager. Unsure of what or who he really wants and managing to hurt everybody while he’s doing his usual flip-flops.
 

But naturally, that leaves him available for getting back together with Tom as soon as high school ends!

Go Team Tom!
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Of course, if the story goes to 200 chapters, just about anything can happen!

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  On 9/21/2019 at 1:53 AM, Arran said:

Rather than viciously picking on Robbie, I think Don’s concern should be why his supposedly straight son’s best friend is flamboyantly gay. Of course that would mean that he would have to face the fact that there may be a crack in his perfect family.

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Or maybe Donnie should consider why his image of the perfect family is a Fifties relic rather than a more contemporary view incorporating diversity and acceptance of differences.
;–)

  On 9/19/2019 at 3:17 PM, mg777 said:

The Cockney Canuck in its entirety is just freaking amazing and this chapter in particular made me cry because I'm so happy for Robbie.  Dodger, I hope you know that you have the potential to become only the second author in history to write a story that's a million words long, which is still just as riveting at word 1,000,000, as it was at word 1.  (I hope that made sense.)  All you need to do is write about 44 more chapters.  Not to pressure you or anything, but I know you can do it!

Thank you for sharing your talent with the rest of us.  Every time I see that you've posted a new chapter, it brings me great joy.

Michael

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Thank you, @mg777. While I appreciate your kind words; I'm not sure if I would be capable of another 44 chapters. I have enjoyed writing this story, but at times it has threatened to engulf me. It is already more than double the length of the original story, which had 57 chapters and was completed before I started posting in 2015. The story got a little out of hand after about a year when I began adding characters and deviating from the original plot. I won't reveal how many chapters remain, but I must admit, I'm looking forward to getting Robbie off my back for a while and concentrating on a few other badly neglected stories. He can be very demanding at times. 

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  On 9/21/2019 at 4:45 AM, Dodger said:

…I must admit, I'm looking forward to getting Robbie off my back for a while and concentrating on a few other badly neglected stories. He can be very demanding at times. 

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I don’t think that Robbie is as demanding as a certain tyrannical Canadian ‘musician’ who is currently in a hospital visiting a British plumber’s assistant that he has been bullying for his own entertainment!
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  On 9/19/2019 at 9:47 PM, Benji said:

😎................Yay; Robbie!  I'm glad to see him stand up for himself, and for taking Jo's advice about seeing and talking to Conner.  But he should also be wary of Don,  I don't think Robbie is worried enough to heed Jo's advice on how dangerous Don could be. (I think Jo may have to convince Robbie to wear a tracker for fear of him being kidnapped by hired people from Don). Nathan sure nailed Don!  I wonder if Don recognized himself as "an evil, balding bigot, who lived at the top of the hill and preyed on young gay boys". But his actions provide an answer by his leaving the play.(P didn't know Don was balding??) 😄  Nathan was being sweet to Robbie and I'm sure he is still holds a torch for him.  Bur Robbie has to hold firm, otherwise risk losing Conner.  I'm sure Conner will keep Robbie feet on the ground and their relationship  running smoothly.  Great chapter, perhaps a for-bearer of things to come. 

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Don may have had a full head of hair until Robbie arrived. That's another thing he can blame on him.

I think Don knew the evil balding bigot was a reference to him and would have been seething in the audience before walking out. It's quite insulting to walk out during a stage performance, so Don wanted to show his displeasure. I expect he'll be looking for a way to even the score.

So far, Robbie has profited from Jo's advice, but he's not out of the woods yet.

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  On 9/19/2019 at 10:51 PM, pvtguy said:

Really wonderful chapter, Dodger!  So much has been said in the other comments and I don't want to repeat.  Please be quick with the next chapter.  I really want to see Don getting a bit of karma!

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Well put, Tony. Don's bigoted views and stubborn refusal to listen to reason has made a lot of enemies. He's angry and no doubt hurt but he's also an intelligent man who's not used to being on the back foot. How he handles this will be a big test. 

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  On 9/21/2019 at 2:03 AM, droughtquake said:

Or maybe Donnie should consider why his image of the perfect family is a Fifties relic rather than a more contemporary view incorporating diversity and acceptance of differences.
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Don doesn't do diversity and acceptance of differences, just like Robbie doesn't do good decision making.

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  On 9/20/2019 at 4:00 PM, Arran said:

I can’t help thinking that the chapter title is a premonition since it refers to Nathan. But then I guess Neverland could also refer to something like: it can never happen—again. Anyway, very nice chapter, Dodger. Nathan got his revenge on Don across nicely. Also a very nice chapter ending. I really like Conner, and apparently Robbie does too. Swedish is pretty cool!

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Conner is a nice guy who will no doubt be an asset to Robbie in many ways. There is definitely an attraction there and Conner's laid back style may be a good balance for Robbie's often over-dramatic approach to every problem he faces.

On paper it looks like a no brainer, providing Robbie can resist the temptation of playing with the bad boys.

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  On 9/21/2019 at 4:45 AM, Dodger said:

…I'm not sure if I would be capable of another 44 chapters. I have enjoyed writing this story, but at times it has threatened to engulf me. It is already more than double the length of the original story, which had 57 chapters and was completed before I started posting in 2015. The story got a little out of hand after about a year when I began adding characters and deviating from the original plot. I won't reveal how many chapters remain…

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I’m hoping that we will find out who pushed Robbie down the stairs, what happened to Alex & Luke, and whether Susie attends Robbie’s wedding to Tom by the time you conclude the story. A miracle for Robbie’s little friend would be great, but more visits would certainly be good for both boys. We’ve witnessed Rory’s astonishing and welcome transformation during the last few chapters. I suppose it would be too much to expect the even more radical redemption of Donnie-boy.


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