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The Preacher's Kid-Book 3: Nate's Story - 1. Gleason Rogers Rocks My World

I need to start with a little of the backstory. Some of it you already know...some of it's new. But I need to get a little more into Gleason (G) as he is now a fairly major character in Nate's life!


“Mom! I need some help!” Don’t get me wrong—I love Matty Jacobs more than life. You see, I have a life because of him.

They transplanted his bone marrow inside my body, and that helped beat the cancer once and for all. But, really? Did he have to give me his damned hair? My old hair was awesome—it was soft, longish, and wavy.

Simon loved running his hands through it when we would kiss. Well—that doesn’t happen anymore. Simon and I are a lot better as best friends than we are as boyfriends.

When my hair started to grow back, everyone was surprised that it was coming in dark brown—and straight! It looked more like Matty’s hair than mine. “Mom!”

“What’s going on, Nate?”

“This hair! It looks horrible, and I don’t know what to do with it!”

“Here. Let me try something, and then we’ll get you to a stylist after school. We’ll get you a good cut and have the show you what you can do, okay?”

“I guess. Is it okay that I love Matty—and hate the hair he gave me?”

Mom rubbed some gel into her hands and began to work her fingers through my hair. She even got it to look halfway decent.

“Better? Now, you need to hustle, mister. We have to leave early to pick up Gleason.”

“Mom. You need to call him G. He hates his name.”

“I like the name Gleason. It’s unique and fits him perfectly.”

“Yeah, Mom.” I zipped past Mom and into my bedroom to finish getting dressed. I was not ready to have a conversation with my mother about the boy I was starting to fall hard for.

I totally couldn’t tell her that I’m the only person allowed to call him Gleason! I love how he kinda blushes and looks down at the floor when I call him by his real name.

Gleason and I always sat next to each other during our chemo sessions, and there’s pretty much one thing you can do while you’re sitting in a chair while they pump you full of poison—you get to know each other.

Gleason was pretty terrified of everything that was happening—mainly ‘cause he had no idea what was happening. I went to Google and searched for vlogs by kids who were going through cancer treatments and really couldn’t find anything helpful.

That’s when I decided to make my own vlog. I called it Cancer Sucks—But I Don’t. Gleason totally inspired it—every bit of it. You see, after we would talk about what we were going through, I would go back to my room and record stuff for the vlog.

See—my approach to the whole thing was to record myself sharing shit just like I had done with Gleason. It wasn’t all pretty—and there were times I was feeling like shit. But from all the comments I got after each episode, everyone seemed to think that my honesty and real approach to the whole thing helped their kid get through some of the tough crap.

After a couple of weeks, Gleason would come to my room and visit for a while. It was kinda weird sometimes. I mean, he would come into the room, sit down—sometimes on my bed—and just look at me.

I loved those times. Gleason would smile at me, and it was like he would let me into his heart. I would smile back at him—he would smile more. Some days, Gleason would smile back, say, “thank you,” and go back to his room.

I know it sounds weird and all, but it was those times when I would feel like I was starting to get some serious feelings for that beautiful boy. My dick didn’t think it was weird at all—it was hard as a rock as I was watching Gleason’s cute ass leave my room. So yeah, I started to fall for Gleason back in the hospital.

Gleason Rogers—or G, as he preferred—was from this tiny town called Mazeppa. It was just him and his mom, and she decided to move to Charlotte as soon as she could find a job. She wanted G to be closer to the doctors to have the best chance of beating his cancer. He had Non-Hodgkin’s Lymphoma. His cancer had started to spread, and his treatment was also pretty intense.

G and I spent a lot of time in the chemo room. We would talk about all sorts of shit, and he would always be the first person to see my vlog episodes before I posted them. G was blown away when he met Eddie and Matty. He had remembered them from the promposal video thing, and they were the biggest celebrities he had ever met.

One evening, after the parents had left, he came into my room and asked if we could talk. I smiled and told him how nice it would be to talk with him without all that poisonous shit being pumped into our bodies. Of course, we still had IVs hooked up to our arms—God only knew what was going in.

I couldn’t help notice how much better G looked standing up and smiling. Like me, he didn’t have any hair, and one of the first things I noticed was how his head was the perfect shape. The next thing I noticed was the tone of his skin. It was almost the color of one of those caramel macchiato drinks from the lobby Starbucks.

G also had these beautiful brown almond-shaped eyes that were like these deep pools you just wanted to dive into. Okay, maybe it’s just me that wants to dive. I’m so bad! But, I also noticed that there was something in his eyes. It looked like he had been crying. Awww, man. I knew he was going through a tough time—hell, we both were.

I offered to go walking with him, and he asked if we could stay in the room—he wanted some private time with me. I just smiled at him, took his hand in mine, and told him that I was there for him.

“I know you are, Nate. You’re the first real friend I’ve ever had. I was just thinking about my life back in Mazeppa and how much I hated it. It sucked so bad, Nate. Mom and I were talking about moving to Charlotte when I got out of the hospital, but she can’t find a job that’ll pay the bills—and because of me, the bills are really bad now.”

“I guess it can get pretty scary, huh?”

“Shit. You don’t know the half of it.”

“Not unless you decide to share it, dufus!”

That brought G’s cute smile to his face. Damn, when he smiles, it makes my stomach do flip-flops.

“You don’t want to know about my shit life, Nate. We have enough crap on our plates to worry about, don’t we?”

“Are you still worried about the cancer thing?”

“Well, yeah. Aren’t you?”

“Nope. Not any more. I’m beating this shit. I’m gonna walk out of this hospital cancer-free.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because that’s what I decided. I’m not allowing my brain even to consider any other options.”

“Yeah, I watch your vlog. I see where you’re coming from. It’s just there’s just so much other shit in my life. It’s hard to think positive like you.”

“G, you’re fighting cancer. You’re beating it, too. There’s nothing that even comes close to that.”

“There is, Nate. I promise you, there is. I mean, you and I are so different. You have every reason to beat this. You have such an incredible life to go back to. Me? I’m a nobody. I’m nothing. I don’t have anything.”

Wow! I sat up in my bed and threw my legs over the side, so I sat up and faced the boy who had tears streaming down his face. I put my hand on his cheek and wiped a tear away with my thumb.


“G. I like to be called G.”

“I’m gonna call you Gleason. First, I think it’s an awesome name. Second, I kinda like that I’d be the only one who calls you that.”

“You’re so weird, Nate. But that’s what makes you cool, I guess. Okay—call me fucking Gleason.”

“Cool. Now then—fucking Gleason—”

Yes! A smile and a giggle!


“Cute ass.”

“Huh? What?”

“You got a cute ass. Don’t be gettin’ a big head over it!”

“You’ve been looking at my ass?”

“Yeah. And how nice the shape of your head is—and how your skin reminds me of a Starbucks Caramel Macchiato—and how amazing your eyes—”

“Wait! I’m kinda confused here.”

“What are you confused about? I just told you I think you’re a pretty awesome-looking dude. And that’s just on the outside. Gleason—your heart, your sense of humor—all of it makes you—well—fucking awesome. I’m sorry. I’ve probably said too much.”

“Nate. I’m not awesome. I’m just a small-town hick who’s been bullied since he was nine years old. I’ve been called every name you can think of—usually before they would start beating the crap out of me. Nate—you are the awesome one. You have that smile that makes people feel safe and warm. Did you know your eyes actually twinkle when you smile? It’s like you’re an alien or something. And—well—you have a pretty awesome ass, too.”

“So we both like shit about each other.”

“Well, I’m still not too sure—well, not for sure—I mean—oh Hell. When I was nine, the bullies would call me sissy and faggot on top of the racial shit. I would never tell Mom about the racial stuff cuz I didn’t want her to feel bad. But I didn’t know what they meant by faggot, so I didn’t know if I was one.

“Mom told me what they meant and asked if I thought I might like boys instead of girls. I told her I didn’t understand what she was talking about. She asked me again, right before I got sick. But that’s cause I got beat up bad enough to have to go to the doctor. I still didn’t quite get the idea of boys liking boys. But then I got sick, and we kinda forgot about the whole thing.

“So—are you?”

“Am I a faggot?”

“No—you don’t get to use that word anymore. Are you gay?”

Gleason took a deep breath, and more tears began falling down his face.

“I don’t know—I think so. That’s what I told Mom tonight. We both cried about it, too. I’m just a disappointment to her. I’m sick as shit—and I’m a fa—I mean gay. Probably.”

Gleason started to sob, and I took him into my arms. Damn! This boy is hiding some serious muscles under his hospital gown! Anyway—I whispered into his ear that he was so fucking awesome that it made me hurt inside. And then—I told him I was gay.

“You are?”

“Yeah—probably. What made you tell your mom you were gay?”


“Me? What do you mean, Gleason?”

“I can’t tell you.”

“Of course you can. There’s nothing in the world you can tell me that would make me like you any less than I already do.”

“You like me? You really like me?”

“Of course I do. I think you’re the most beautiful boy I’ve ever seen.”

“I—I—I don’t know what to say.”

I pulled out of my hug and once again cupped Gleason’s face in my hands. I pulled my face close to his and whispered, “May I?”

Gleason looked at me with those big, beautiful eyes of his and slowly nodded. I leaned in and touched my lips to his. Aw, man! He made the cutest little whimper sound! I pulled away and looked into Gleason’s eyes. “How was that?”

“That was—oh, wow! Can you do that again?”

“Maybe you should try it this time.”

Oh, Gleason didn’t try! He did it like a pro! He put his hands on the back of my head and pushed my mouth to his. He still made those cute-as-fuck whimpering noises. Those noises turned into moans when I ran my tongue across his lips, causing them to open. His tongue met mine, and they played together a little bit. But then, out of nowhere, he pulled away.

“I—I—I’m sorry, Nate. I have to go.” And then he was gone. Gleason ran out the door—well, as fast as he could, dragging his IV pole with him.

Well, shit! I’m such a dipshit sometimes! I probably just scared away the most beautiful boy I’ve ever kissed—or seen!

For our last few weeks in the hospital, Gleason and I would still visit each other and talk. Only thing is—we would talk about pretty much everything except that kiss.

I also figured out that if I wanted to jerk off—I was fifteen. Of course, I wanted to jerk off—I could get in a good session between the doctor’s morning visit and lunch. I promise you—each and every time, I would close my eyes and imagine what Gleason looked like under his pajamas. Between that and the outline of his dick that I saw a couple of times, it didn’t take me long to cover myself in nut.

On my last night in the hospital, I knew I had to talk to Gleason before it was too late. This time I went to his room.

“Hey, Gleason. Is it okay for me to come in?”

“Yeah, I was thinking about stopping down at your room since it’s your last night here. I’m so jealous—I have four more days before I’m outta here.”

“It’s crazy, isn’t it?”

“What’s crazy?”

“That you and I found each other during the crappiest time of our lives. That I’ve been dreaming and hoping that one day I would find a boy that I could say anything to—share everything with—and he’d be so chill about it.”

“You know you are the same for me, Nate. The only thing different is that you are so much more than I ever could have thought up in my dreams.”

“Well, you just need to dream bigger, then.” I sat on Gleason’s bed and leaned toward him a little bit. “Can I ask you something, Gleason?”

“You know you can. You can ask me anything.”

“Why did you run away after our kiss—after that mind-blowing, amazing kiss?”

He chuckled and cocked his head. “Why did I run? Because I was embarrassed.”

“Kissing me is embarrassing to you?”

“It is when I nut in my underwear without touching myself.”

“No way! Really?”

“Yeah—really. And if you ever tell a soul, I will kill you in ways that are so much more painful than this cancer shit.”

“No worries, Gleason. And to be totally honest, if we had kept kissing like that, I would have done the same thing.”

“No way!”

“Yes, way! But—I have one more question for you. Why have you been shutting me out these last couple of weeks? I miss you—I mean—I miss the Gleason that didn’t put up any walls between us.”

“You have to ask me why? Don’t you realize that once we leave this place, we’ll probably never see each other again? I’m going to lose the most important person in my life—including my mother—and it’s just too hard to—"

“What? Wait a minute. Have you talked to your mother today?”

“She was here this morning and then had to leave—she had a bunch of shit to do.”

“Yeah—she did. My dad just hired her to work at the church—and he found you guys a place to live. We’re not going to be apart, Gleason. We’ll be going to school together.”

“Really? You mean? I’m not going to--? We’re gonna—”

Gleason started crying and threw himself into my arms. I wrapped mine around him and pulled him close to me while he cried into my shoulder.

Once the crying slowed down, I pulled away and placed my hands around his beautiful—albeit wet—face. I wiped some of the tears away with my thumbs and looked deep into his eyes.

“Gleason, your life is starting fresh. It’s all new for you. You get to be the boy you’ve always wanted to be. If you let me, I want to be with you every step of the way.”

This time, it was Gleason who kissed me—kissed me hard! His hot-as-fuck little whimpers got me hard in an instant. When those whimpers turned into moans, Gleason shifted around to he was sitting on my lap.

I guess this is the point where I say that Gleason Rogers is hung like a horse! His hard cock was pressed against my stomach. Mine was riding up alongside his.

This time, I was the one who nutted. That only made me hold Gleason tighter as I moaned my pleasure into his mouth. It was soooo fucking hot when his body stiffened when he blew his nut between us.

After a few minutes of tender kissing, we finally got our senses back.



“You make me feel so good. Thank you.”

“I can’t even begin to tell you how you make me feel. But I’d love to show you as often as I can.”

“That’ll work for me—but we gotta figure out how to do this without messing up our clothes every time.”

“Yeah. We smell like a sperm factory. I should probably go and clean up.”

“Yeah. Me too.”



“Thank you.”

“No—this is more than thank you’s can do. We’ll figure all that shit out when we start back to school—together.”

“Yeah—together—I can’t tell you much I like that, Gleason. The together thing, I mean.”

This time it was me with tears in his eyes. This time it was me sniffling and crying. Damn! I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy in my life!

So there's some of the background for you! The next chapter will wrap up the backstory so we can get on with our boys' lives!

Thanks so much for all of your support! You know how much we authors love hearing from our readers. Let me know if this is a book you are looking forward to. Let me know what you think. Just let me know whatever you want to let me know!



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A story centered around Nate is a natural.He has one thing going for him that the others didn't and that is Matty and Eddie as older brothers to guide him and G.Looking forward to it.BTW awesome picture of Nate

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I have such a weakness for your stories, and you have hooked me once again!  I was so happy to get the email notification that you have begun Nate’s story.  I have a feeling this one is going to be very special.

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Welcome back Geoff - I absolutely love your stories and this one promises to be great as well!  It already has my attention and hopefully there will be a few cameos from Eddie and Matty!  

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Man I love your stories! Looking forward to the next chapter about Nate and Gleason. Your stories have me smiling and crying. Think I will get me an 8pk of Kleenex too!😂

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