The Broken Boy - 7. Brett Gets a New Boyfriend

Easter Sunday came and went with all its Easter activities. Easter, like most holidays, kind of loses its appeal when you’re a teenager. Sure, you get a day off of school, but when your parents stop giving out baskets of chocolates, you kind of lose interest. I couldn’t concentrate on anything but Brett. I had to talk with him as soon as possible! I had to figure out with him just what our relationship was going to be. He was the only one I could talk to about it, and he was three hundred miles away!

We had the day off from school Monday as well. I’ve never had a longer day off from school! Every hour seemed like torture thinking about Brett. I had to see him. I couldn’t take another minute without him. I practically ran through the woods to his house when it was time to feed his animals. I knew he wouldn’t be there. He wouldn’t be home until very late that evening at the earliest. But I held out hope that maybe they had left early. Maybe by some miracle he would be waiting for me when I got to his house.

He wasn’t, of course. I spent an hour in his room. I could practically feel his presence with me. I lay down on his bed and day dreamed about how it would feel to have him there beside me. Maybe we’d even take off our clothes and just feel each other the way love was supposed to be. I pined over his pictures in the living room. He was so beautiful. Even when he was a little kid, you could see glimpses of the young man he would become. Those enchanting blue eyes seared through me from every picture. He wasn’t looking at a camera in those pictures. He was staring right through me. I had to jack off or I would have exploded from my lustful thoughts. I stripped off my clothes on the way to Brett’s bedroom and left them lying on the steps or in the hallway where I’d cast them off. I secretly wanted Brett to come home early and find them scattered about and to find me waiting naked in his bed. But that didn’t happen, of course. I just busted a nut into some tissues while Sneaker and the guinea pigs looked on.

I stopped by Dustin’s house to wish him happy birthday, but when I got to his house there was no one home. I hoped that maybe his family had actually taken him out for his birthday, but then I saw him coming out of his neighbor’s house, so we hung out for a while. We walked into town and I bought him some dirt bike magazines for his birthday.

I hoped that Brett would be waiting at the bus stop on Tuesday, but he wasn’t there. I wondered if everything was okay. He had told me that he and his mom would be back Monday or Tuesday. Now I worried that something had happened to him. My heart was filled with fear that something bad had happened, but also a bit of anger that I wasn’t going to get to see him.

When I went to my homeroom, Dustin was chatting away with Joey about that stupid guy who had moved in next to him. He sounded like he was describing some celebrity moving next door. I sat in the far back corner of the room and tried to disappear behind my book.

“He’s got all kinds of computer games, and he’s going to let me help in his shop when he gets it up and running. He’s got all the Playstation and X-Box games you could ever want. And he’s got a bunch of dvd’s and cd’s. He’s got everything!”

“If he’s got all this stuff, then what’s he doing living next to you? No offense,” Joey laughed.

Dustin shrugged his shoulders. “I guess he’s just tired of living with his mom and wants to get out on his own. That trailer’s rent is pretty cheap.”

“I don’t know,” Joey said. “A guy like that, no girlfriend, living alone and trying to lure young boys over to his house with video games? Sounds like a pedophile to me.”

“Shut up!” Dustin scowled. “What do you know anyway? Everything has to be about sex with you, doesn’t it? I thought you were supposed to be a Christian. You’re such a hypocrite.”

“Well, you said Billy was there,” Joey said. He turned to me. I was sitting several rows away, so he shouted, “What did you think of him, Billy? Was he a queer?”

“Why are you asking me? I don’t know,” I replied crossly.

“Don’t guys like you have like a sixth sense about stuff like that? Like gay-dar or something?” Joey asked.

“What’s that supposed to mean, asshole?” I asked angrily. Joey hadn’t spoken to me in two months and this was what he had to say?

But before I could get even angrier, Bobby Rush knelt beside Joey. He was by far the biggest man in our school. Even as a freshman he was already being scouted by big-time colleges for football. He was easily over three hundred pounds of muscle. Even kneeling he was bigger than Joey. “Hey McKenzie, why don’t you do the room a favor and shut the hell up? I’ve got a report to finish for Winston’s class and all I’ve heard is you yapping since you came in here.”

“Sorry, Rush,” Joey whimpered. “I was just messing around.”

Bobby returned to his seat and nobody said anything until the teacher came into the room to take roll.

At lunch, I sat with Dustin and we ate quietly. Joey bumped into my back to let me know that he wasn’t happy about what had happened in homeroom, before he took his seat with all the Bible club girls.

“What’s his problem?” I asked.

“He’s mad because Bobby made him look like the tool he is,” Dustin replied. “I’m sorry he did that to you. I keep telling him to knock off the stupid ‘queer’ comments.”

“I don’t get it. What did I do to him? Why is he being such a jerk?” I asked.

“Well look who he’s trying to impress. Girls like Sarah Taylor and all her sycophantic friends.”

“Wait… Did you just use the word sycophantic in its proper context?” I laughed.

“Oh shut up, Billy!” Dustin laughed. “Anyway, Joey knows Sarah doesn’t like you so he’s trying to score points. I keep telling him you’re not gay. But he just won’t shut up about it. I don’t know what his deal is.”

“Well I’m tired of it. I used to like school but now I hate this place because of stupid jerks like him. I didn’t ask to be smart, Dustin. But I’m not going to let a bitch like Sarah Taylor win and be valedictorian just because her daddy is on the school board. She’s had everything handed to her since we were little kids. I can’t let those people win, Dustin. I just can’t.”

“I know,” Dustin said. He looked past me and sighed. “Oh great…”

I turned around and saw Amanda and Max were walking toward us with our classmate Jerry Freemont. They quickly surrounded us. Max stood behind me while Amanda and Jerry stood behind Dustin. Max leaned close to me and whispered, “So, I hear you like listen in on people having private moments, you creepy little weirdo.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I replied. I was scared and didn’t want any trouble. Why had I been so stupid and made fun of Amanda? My big mouth had gotten me into trouble once again.

Max pressed his knee into my back and pinned me against the table. Where were the damn teachers? “I think you know exactly what I’m talking about, faggot.”

“Leave him alone,” Dustin warned.

“Afraid I’m going to hurt your pretty little boyfriend, Dustin?” Max asked. “I’ll deal with you later,” Max threatened. Then he grabbed my hair and yanked it hard, so that I had no choice but to look up at him. It hurt really bad, but I couldn’t cry out in a room full of my classmates. “As for you, if you fuck with me I’ll cut your fucking balls off. Understand me, faggot?”

“I’m not gay,” was all I managed to squeak.

Max let go of my hair and pushed the back of my head violently. “What a fuckin’ pussy. I hate queers. Speaking of queers, tell Tony my prices have gone up.” He gave me one last shove in the back before he left with his group, all of them laughing at me. I could feel the eyes of the people around me, like they were waiting for me to cry or something. I wasn’t going to give them the satisfaction. I felt the back of my neck get searing hot, but I wasn’t going to let them break me. I’d never hear the end of it.

“What did he mean by that?” Dustin asked.

“What?” I asked.

“He said to tell ‘Tony’ his prices went up. Do you know who he talking about?”

“Who cares, Dustin!” I snapped. “I don’t know anybody named Tony. He’s just an asshole. Fuck those guys.”

I tried to finish my milk something landed on my lunch tray. I couldn’t figure out what it was or who had thrown it at me at first. Then I realized what it was.

“Really?” I asked angrily. “A fucking condom?” I stood up and threw it at Joey’s table. “You people are fucking sick!” I shouted. I stormed out of the cafeteria, leaving my tray behind.

The sound of laughter followed me out the cafeteria door. And Brett wanted me to be his boyfriend? I was getting tortured already and I wasn’t even officially gay! If people found out about me I was going to get slaughtered! I was never going to be accepted if I were gay! No one could ever find out, ever! I wasn’t going to get myself killed, or worse, picked on. I hid in the bathroom for the rest of lunch and just bawled. I prayed for God to make me normal, to make the gay go away. I prayed to just disappear, to become invisible. I hated being in that awful place surrounded by those awful people. I just wanted to go home.

I somehow managed to make it through the rest of the day at school. If I could become invisible, my life would have been a whole lot easier.

As soon as the bus dropped me off I ran down the street to my house. I threw my book bag on the couch and ran out the back door. I quickly disappeared into the woods. I ran as quickly as I could up the hill and then down the other side and out into Brett’s yard. I had to see him. I had to settle all the gay stuff once and for all so that people would just leave me alone. Brett was just going to have to understand. I couldn’t be gay. I just couldn’t. There was no sign of life as I approached Brett’s house. The back door was still locked, so I used my key to get in. There didn’t seem to be anybody around. I yelled for Brett or Dr. Reilly, but there was no answer. I ran up the back stairs to Brett’s room. Everything was exactly how I’d left it the day before. A combination of sadness and anger filled my mind.

They hadn’t come home.

I walked down the main stairway and plopped down on the bottom steps. I needed Brett so much! I was ready to cry when the front door flew open. There in the doorway he stood. Seeing him standing there made my heart overflow with a kind of delirious happiness that made me forget all about the troubles I’d faced at school and I burst into tears of happiness.

“Brett!” I cried. I flew off the stairs and practically tackled him in the doorway. I hugged him and kissed him and never wanted to let him go ever again.

“Whoa, easy there buddy!” Brett laughed as I kissed him repeatedly. “I have neighbors, you know.”

“I don’t care!” I replied between kisses. “I missed you like crazy!” We closed the door and went into the living room. I sat on the couch and Brett sat beside me. I put my hand on his thigh. I just had to touch him. “Where were you today?” I asked.

“We got home late last night and mom let me stay home from school today,” Brett replied. He gently placed his hand on mine. “I slept most of the time, but I just went next door to help out Mrs. Fox a little while ago. Didn’t you notice the alarm was turned off?”

“I guess I was more worried about finding you,” I said. “I got here and you weren’t here and your stuff wasn’t here!”

“My stuff? You really think I was going to unpack after a long trip? It’s still in the car.” Brett laughed.

“You got a haircut.” His hair had gotten a little longer than usual before he had left, but he’d had it cut and now it was back to normal.

“Yeah,” Brett replied. “So I see that nobody died while I was gone this time. That’s good. Hey, did you masturbate in my bed?”

I smiled sheepishly. “Yeah, how did you know?” I asked.

“I could sense it,” Brett replied pointing to his head. “Gay-dar. That and you left your dried up nasty tissues in my garbage can. I usually flush that kind of stuff so mom won’t find out and freak. I don’t think she realizes I masturbate yet.”

“Everybody knows you masturbate, Brett,” I said. “So, is your mom at work today?”

“Of course,” he said, a little disappointedly. “She practically threw me out of the car so she could go check on her freaks. Speaking of freaks, did you have fun at ol’ Dustpan’s house?” he asked.

“I guess,” I replied. “His family is insane.”

“Oh I know. Remember? The whole baseball team thing and the bus incident?”

“Yeah.”

“So what did you do over there? Did he have anything fun to do?”

“We played cards and stuff,” I replied.

“Sounds boring,” Brett laughed. “Hey you want a soda or anything?” he asked.

“You mean a pop? No, I’m good,” I said. “It was okay there. I guess it got more fun when we played strip poker.”

Brett raised his eyebrows. “You played strip poker? With Dustin?”

“Yeah,” I replied.

“Wow! So did you win?” he asked.

“No, I lost,” I admitted.

“And you actually got naked? With Dustin?”

“Yeah. Actually, we were both naked,” I said. “He took his underwear off after he won.”

“Really?” Brett gasped. “What the hell did I miss? I go away for one weekend and you’re off getting naked with other guys!”

“Don’t worry, nothing happened. We just saw each other’s thing, that’s all,” I said, figuring it was better to not tell him about how we’d jerked each other off.

Brett replied, “I’m just really shocked. I haven’t seen you naked in forever, and now you’re running off getting naked with him. I just didn’t see you doing anything like that. Especially with him.”

“Nothing happened,” I insisted.

“I know. You said that. I’m just jealous, that’s all. Why does he get to see your dick and not me? If he can see you naked, I should get to see you naked.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to be sorry, just know that I really want to get naked with you, like right now. Uh… Is he hung?”

“Oh yeah,” I explained. “He’s got a big one.”

“Is he circumcised?” Brett asked.

“I guess so, yeah,” I replied. “Why are you asking?”

“Because I’m curious about other guys’ dicks. I am gay, you know. I like to think about what other guys are packing under their jeans. That’s not a crime, is it? You like dicks, too. You couldn’t take your eyes off mine that time we wrestled.”

“Yeah,” I said. “His is bigger but yours is better, if it makes you feel any better.”

Brett smiled. “Yeah it does! Wow… You saw ol’ Dustin Smith’s wang… That is so weird. I figured he had a big one. Sometimes he gets hard in his jeans and you can tell he’s got a big one in there just waiting to come out. Lots of redheads are hung. I would never have guessed Dustin was circumcised though.”

“Why not?” I asked.

“Well it’s not like his parents really care that much about him. I’m surprised they even cared enough to have it done. His family’s not really religious or anything. Like, I know my mom had me snipped because the family’s Catholic and that’s what you do. I’ve always wondered why you got circumcised too. I mean, your family’s not the most religious either, and they’re a couple of prudes. I’m surprised they acknowledged you had a dick to snip.”

I laughed. “I never really thought about it, actually. I just assumed my thing was how it was supposed to look. I never even knew there was a difference until we watched that porno,” I admitted. “I’m kind of surprised you’re being so cool about everything. I was a little nervous that you’d be mad at me when you found out.”

“Well, I’m a little bit mad but only because I’m jealous. I mean, it’s not like you jerked each other off or anything. At least you told me the truth. I would have really been mad if you lied to me about it and I found out later. I can’t blame you for being curious about him. If I’m curious and I don’t even like him, why would I be mad at you for wanting to see his dick? I would have jumped at the chance to see his dick too. I might even like to touch it if he’d let me. You know, he’d be kind of cute if he wasn’t such a douche. I’m more upset that he got to see you naked though. I kinda want to keep you to myself.”

“Why?” I asked.

“Why do I want to be the only one who sees you naked?” Brett asked.

“Yeah,” I replied.

“I don’t know. Maybe because I thought we have something going.”

“Do we?” I asked. “Because I’ve been thinking a lot about our relationship while you’ve been gone. I think we need to talk about where we’re headed.”

“Okay…” Brett said nervously. “So what’s on your mind?”

“Yeah, so this whole gay thing… I know you’re cool with it and everything. But I’m still trying to get my head around it. I don’t want to be gay, you know. That’s not what I bargained for.”

“Well it’s not like we get a choice in the matter, Billy,” Brett replied.

“Well I think we do, sort of. I mean, if we take whatever it is that we have going between us to the next level, then we’re kind of admitting we’re gay, aren’t we?”

“I am gay, Billy. How many times do I have to tell you? I’m perfectly okay with who I am. Aren’t you?” Brett asked.

“No, Brett! I don’t know! See that’s what’s been going through my head these last few days. I really like you a lot. I would never want to hurt you. I like kissing you. I like everything about you really. But what if we’re not really gay? What if this is all just a bunch of stupid teenage hormonal crap? What if we get further down the road and we find out that we were just horny? Or curious?”

Brett furrowed his brow, in obvious deep thought, which was new for him. “So what exactly are you saying? I’m really confused.”

“I’m sorry. I’m confused too.”

“No shit! So are you saying that you don’t want to be together?”

“I don’t know, Brett. That’s what I’m trying to figure out. I mean, what if we go further and we find out that it’s not what we wanted? What if we go through all this and it doesn’t work out?”

“Yeah. What if…” Brett sighed. “But what if we’re meant to be together? What if we have something special and we throw it all away because we’re too scared, or stupid, or whatever?”

“I don’t know,” I admitted. “Dammit! Why does this shit have to be so fucking hard?”

“Okay, so let’s say it’s just curiosity. Why is that so bad?”

“Because we’ll be wasting our time. We’d be putting all that work into something that’s not real.”

“Or, we might find out that we were right all along. We might find out that for once God looked down on two stupid teenage boys like us and said, ‘this is what I’ve got for you, kids. Don’t fuck it up.’ We might find out that love isn’t defined by whatever parts we have in our jeans, but by what we have in our hearts. Or we’re wrong, and we have a lot of fun and get to know each other better than before. Does that sound like a waste of time to you?”

“No,” I replied. “No, it doesn’t.”

For a while, we just sat there silently. I gently reached over and wiped a tear off his cheek with my finger and wiped my hand on my pants. Brett’s face turned very red and he looked away from me. He sniffed a few times and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand.

“Well shit,” he said. “You made me fucking cry.”

“You always cry,” I replied.

“I know. I’m such a fucking baby.”

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I didn’t mean to. I’m just trying to sort this all out with you. If we’re meant to be together then we need to be able to have tough conversations and trust each other even when it’s hard. I know you’ve wanted to do stuff… You know, gay stuff.”

“Yeah,” Brett sighed. “I’m sorry if I’ve been putting too much pressure on you.”

“No, no!” I said quickly. “It’s cool. I’ve just been holding back because I’ve been afraid. You haven’t suggested anything I haven’t wanted to do. It’s just I need to wrap my head around what it all means. I don’t want to be gay. I don’t want to be a girl. I don’t want you to be a girl either. I like us the way we are.”

“Dude, if you were a girl I wouldn’t like you,” Brett replied. “You’ve got this picture in your head of what it means to be gay. Like we’re supposed to be a couple of sissies reading poetry to each other all day or something. We don’t have to change who we are to be gay. We’re gay because that’s who we are. We don’t have to change and become some kind of stupid stereotype. All kinds of guys are gay. I don’t have a label for this shit, Billy. I can’t slap a name on whatever the fuck this is that we have together. I don’t care about what other people think. Fuck ‘em. All I care about is how I feel about you. I’ve never felt the way I feel about you with anybody else. If I wanted a girl I could get one. But I don’t want a girl, and I don’t want you to be a girl! I certainly don’t want to be a girl myself. I want you, Billy! I want you exactly as you are! I love you. You’re a boy and I’m a boy and I like it that way! I like being gay! Why is that so hard for you to understand?”

“I get that. But I don’t want to get killed in school either. The kids already make fun of me and call me gay.”

“Fuck what other kids think! Seriously! You think they don’t make fun of me? You ever hear what they say about me? I get called a stupid queer all the time. You think because I’m supposed to be a bad kid that when people say that shit it just bounces right off? It doesn’t. It sticks, and it hurts. But I can deal with it if I have you. If I didn’t have you then I couldn’t take it.”

“But you have friends, Brett. Lots of people like you. I only have you and Dustin.”

“You think I have a lot of friends? No, my mom’s money has a lot of friends. It seems like I have a lot of friends to you because I’m out-going. I can be fun to hang around and all, and I’m apparently ‘boy-pretty’ according to you. But if I was as poor as Dustin people wouldn’t give a shit about me. They wouldn’t give me the chance to be my friend. A hyperactive kid with money is funny, a hyperactive poor kid is a future criminal. They’d hate me. But all the same, I really don’t give a fuck if I have no friends at all as long as I have you. You’re the only one who sees past my bullshit and really knows me. I love you! I trust you! And I know you’re going to do the right thing. When the time is right, you’ll make your decision. I know why you’re afraid. Trust me. I’ve fought this shit since the first day I met you. I didn’t know what it was about you, but I knew, even then, that people would think it was wrong if they ever found out how I really felt about you. But once I got over being scared and realized that it’s just who I am, I can’t imagine being any other way. I know you don’t want to be gay but you are, Billy. I know you are. You can’t hide your feelings from me. And you kissed me first, remember! You’re never going to be happy pretending you’re something that you’re not. Half of the reason you’re miserable is because you’re hiding your true self from people.”

“Why do people have to be such assholes?” I asked. “Why can’t we just love who we want and not have to worry about what other people think? I don’t even know what love is, but I’m supposed to love some bitch just because they have tits and a pussy? How does that make sense? Why can’t I love who I want to love?”

“Why can’t you?” Brett asked.

“I don’t know,” I sighed.

“I don’t know either. All I know is that since the day I met you I’ve wanted to be with you forever. Fuck whatever label some asshole wants to slap on it! When I wake up, I want you next to me. When I go to sleep, I want you beside me. When I dream, I want to dream about you. When I turn a hundred years old, I want you to be in the rocking chair beside me. When I have sex, I want it to be with you. And when I die, I want you to be beside me holding my hand and telling me you love me too! And I’d have to die first because I couldn’t bear to live in this world without you! When you’re not with me, I’m not complete. When you’re around me, my hands get all sweaty and my knees feel weak. When you kiss me, I feel electricity flowing through my whole body. If that’s not love, then I don’t know what it is! If that’s gay, then I’m happy that I’m gay! I’ve always been honest with you Billy. I’m glad I’m gay if it means I get to love you. I am so in love with you sometimes it hurts me physically when you’re not with me. And if you feel the same way then just tell me and stop being afraid!”

“I do feel the same way about you,” I replied.

“Then say it. I need to hear you say it,” Brett insisted. “Say the words. Say you love me.”

“You know I do!” I insisted.

“Don’t tell me what I know. Tell me how you feel. If you love me then tell me you love me!”

“Okay, I love you,” I said softly.

“Is that the best you can do?” he asked. “Come on, say it!”

“I love you, Brett Reilly!” I said strongly. “I’ve loved you since the day I met you.”

“I know, I just needed to hear it,” Brett smiled. “Okay, let’s cut the crap and just do this. No more games. No more beating around the bush. I’m asking you, officially, will you be my boyfriend?”

“Yes!” I replied without hesitation. “Yes. I want to be your boyfriend. I want to love you forever.”

“Forever? Wow, when you commit you go all in, don’t you! Okay, I want to be your boyfriend too. I love you, Billy. I always have and I always will. So there we go, we’re officially a couple now! From now on I’m your boyfriend and you’re mine. So now we have to kiss each other. You know, to make everything official. Are you ready?”

“Of course,” I replied eagerly. “I like kissing you.”

“Okay. Kiss me, Billy.”

Our lips connected and we kissed each other as official boyfriends. I was so in love with him I couldn’t contain myself. I was ready to go further now. A strong urge came over me and I grabbed the back of his shirt and yanked it up his back. Brett released our kiss and held his arms up over his head. I took the hint and stripped his shirt from his body. He smiled. “Wow, I think I’m going to like having you as my boyfriend!” We continued our kissing with increased urgency. Brett tugged at my shirt and I let him take it from me. He tossed it over the couch. We held each other tightly and felt our bare chests rub against each other. Brett lowered himself down and sucked on my nipple. Then he licked his way across my chest to lick and suck on the other nipple. Then he slowly ran his tongue down from my chest to my belly button. Then Brett began unbuckling my belt, and I realized we were about to go into new and uncharted territory. But I was not afraid. Rather, I couldn’t wait to see where he was going to take me.

“What the fuck did you do to your belt?” he laughed.

“What’s wrong with it?” I asked.

“It’s upside-down or something. I can’t get it open.” he replied.

“That’s the way I’ve always put my belt on.”

“Well shit!” Brett laughed. “You and your weird left-handed ways… If you want to go further then you take it off!”

I loosened my belt buckle and Brett took over from there. He slid off the couch down to the floor on his knees. He positioned himself between my legs and pulled my pants down to my ankles. I arranged myself so that I was sort of sitting and sort of laying on my back on the couch with my legs hanging off the edge. Brett slid his hands into my underwear. He smiled at me, waiting for my permission. I smiled back at him. Then, he grabbed the waistband of my jockeys and slowly tugged. I lifted my butt off the couch and felt the cotton clothing slip down my thighs. My dick sprang free and throbbed with the beating of my heart. Brett pulled my underpants all the way down and they joined my pants in a heap at my feet. I toed off my shoes and freed my legs from my crumpled pants and underwear. Brett stood up and yanked his pants and underwear down and his thick dick throbbed between his legs. It wasn’t as big as Dustin’s, but it was absolutely perfect and it looked amazing as it bobbed with his heartbeat. We were naked together, and it just felt so... right. I spread my legs and allowed Brett free access to what had previously been off limits to him. He grabbed my dick and gently stroked it.

“Wow, I can’t believe I finally get to have this thing!” Brett said. He gently stroked it up and down the shaft a few times. My dick is kind of like the rest of me, average and a little on the thin side. I mean, it’s a nice dick and all, but nothing spectacular like Dustin’s big one or even Brett’s thick one. Brett seemed to like it though. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do this?” he asked, his strokes becoming more firm, but at the same speed.

“It feels nice,” I told him. “I like it.”

“It’s about to get better,” he said. Then, without warning, he lowered himself down and licked it from where my balls connect with it all the way up to the tip.

I shivered with pleasure. “Wow…” I sighed. “That felt really good, Brett.”

“That’s nothing,” Brett smiled. “Now I’m going to do something I’ve wanted to do for you for a very long time. I’m gonna suck your dick, Billy. I mean, if you want me to do it.”

“Okay,” I replied awkwardly. I wasn’t quite sure what I was supposed to do or say when your boyfriend said he wanted give you your first blowjob.

Brett smiled and leaned forward, his lips now touching my dick. “Okay, I’m really gonna do it. Get ready, here we go.” He said. He opened his mouth and I intently watched as my dick disappeared between his lips. He made it down to about my circumcision scar on the first try and then gagged a little bit. I felt his tongue flickering all over the underside of my dick. It felt totally awesome. All I could think about was how much I loved him and how good he was making me feel.

“That feels really good, Brett… I can’t believe we’re doing this…” I whispered softly, almost afraid to speak. Brett Reilly was naked and my dick was in his mouth! My dick was getting sucked! I couldn’t believe it! Little ol’ Billy Roberts, the school’s biggest dork, was getting my dick sucked by the cutest boy in school. My boyfriend! I had a boyfriend! A few hours before I was praying for God to make me straight and now I was getting my dick sucked by my boyfriend. Funny how life works out. I was in awe of what Brett was doing to me. I mean, did I mention that I was getting my dick sucked? Because I totally was getting my dick sucked!

Brett slowly began running his hands up and down my naked body, touching me in places no one had ever touched before. I ran my fingers through his hair. I watched intently as my dick would slowly disappear into his warm moist mouth, and then slide back out, slick with his spit. And then he’d look up at me with those ocean blue eyes! My eyes rolled back and all I could think about was how awesome it felt. His mouth was so warm and wet! His tongue was doing things to me that I’d never imagined. It was too much for one horned-up fifteen year old boy to take and I knew I wasn’t going to last any longer. “You’re gonna make me shoot, Brett,” I warned him.

Brett let me out of his mouth. “Do it in my mouth,” he insisted. Then he started sucking me even harder, as if trying to draw it out of me like a straw.

“In your mouth?” I asked.

“Mmmm hmmm.” Brett replied. Of course, his mouth was full of… well… me… and he couldn’t say much. He closed his eyes and squeezed my butt, trying to pull me toward him. I felt everything shift into gear, and I knew there was no going back.

“Okay, I’m ready!” I panted as I clenched my fists into the couch. “I’m coming! Oh my god! Arrrrghhhhh!!!!” My sex-scrambled teenage brain could only allow me to groan with pleasure. My animal instincts took over and I grabbed him by the hair and held him there as I thrust my butt upward off the couch and my nuts emptied into his mouth. I thrust a little too deep and Brett gagged hard. I was afraid he might throw up all over my lap. I don’t think he was quite ready for what a whole mouthful of my hot splooge would be like and he pulled off me before I was finished. The rest of my load launched onto my chest and belly while Brett gagged.

“Holy shit, that was fucking awesome…” I sighed.

Brett swallowed hard a few times and gagged and coughed. “Goddamn, I wasn’t expecting that… Fuck, I wanted to swallow it. Now the memory of our first blow job is going to be me practically barfing on you.”

I laughed. “Trust me, that’s not what I’m going to remember. Wow that was good!”

“Yeah, not bad for the first time. I’ve been practicing on bananas,” Brett admitted. He licked up the splooge from my belly that he’d missed the first time. His warm tongue felt good against my skin. “Mmmm! Honey Nut Cheerios and bleach, my favorite!”

“Does it really taste like that?” I asked.

“Sort of. It’s been a long time since I tasted it. You taste less bleachy now, but not as sweet. It’s good though. I like it. It tastes like you.” Brett sat down beside me on the couch. We just sat there naked together for a while, enjoying the moment.

“I’ve got to say, that was definitely better than anyone has ever described it,” I said. “Was that the thing you were planning to do to me when you got back from your trip?”

“Oh yeah!” Brett said. “I was thinking about doing that for you the whole time I was gone. I’m glad I got the chance to show you how much I love you instead of just telling you. I’m so happy you’re my boyfriend,” he smiled shyly as he said it. “We’re going to be doing that a lot!”

“Well, we’re not done yet,” I replied. “I need to suck yours now.” I slid off the couch and positioned myself between his legs like he’d done for me. His nice thick dick was already leaking and throbbing. It was bigger than the last time I’d seen it and it was even more beautiful than I remembered.

“You don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to, Billy. I’d understand if this is too much for you.”

“I want to do this Brett,” I replied as I grabbed his dick. “I love you so much! I’ve been an idiot! I’ve been letting other people stop me from showing you how much I love you. If I’m half as good at this as you are then you’re gonna love it!” I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around the head of his dick, tasting the soft tip of his flesh…

And then we heard the garage door open.

“Oh fuck my mom’s home!” Brett cried. He leaped off the couch in a panic. “Quick! Put your clothes back on!” he ordered.

I found my underwear and pants and yanked them back up. They got all tangled together and I only had my underwear half way covering my butt and they were twisted uncomfortably around my dick and balls, but I pulled my pants over them anyway. It was incredibly painful. “Where’s my shirt?” I asked.

“How the fuck should I know?” Brett exclaimed as he yanked up his own pants. “I think I threw it over there somewhere,” he pointed behind the couch.

“Shit, I’ve still got jizz all over me,” I complained.

Brett found my shirt and threw it at me. “Hurry up, she’s coming!” Brett cried. I quickly pulled my shirt on just as the door from the garage into the kitchen opened up. Brett flung himself in a chair and turned on the television while I dived onto the couch. We both anxiously looked for any sign of what we’d just done. I looked at Brett and to my horror I saw that there was still some of my spooge on his chin. I quickly pointed to my own chin, and Brett thankfully got the message and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand just as his mom walked into the room.

“Oh, there you are, Brett! And Billy too!” she laughed. “What a surprise!”

“Hey mom!” Brett greeted her. He casually wiped his hand off on his pants. “You’re home early.”

“Yeah, I had a short day today and wanted to see my little boy,” Dr. Reilly explained. She looked like she caught a whiff of something and got a weird look on her face. She looked at me strangely and I immediately began to get nervous. It was like she knew. She kissed Brett on the cheek, and then the lips that had just been around my cock kissed the cheek of the mother who had given birth to him. I cringed, as if she was about to turn around and yell at me for what I’d done. Surely she could see the big bulge in Brett’s pants that he was trying to cover with his shirt. Surely she could smell the thick funk of teenage sex in the air and the aroma of my spooge on her son’s lips. She had to know something, she was staring at me like I had a big sign on my chest. “Billy, is there any particular reason your shirt is on inside out?” she asked.

I breathed a sigh of relief and laughed nervously. “Oh yeah… I… got ketchup on it at school,” I lied.

“Well you don’t have to look so nervous and guilty. Why don’t you just borrow one from Brett?”

“I guess that’d be okay,” I replied. The smell of sweat and spooge was so thick in the air she had to have smelled it.

“Why don’t you go now? I’m sure you’ll feel better.”

We hurried up the stairs and into his room. I quickly undid my pants and readjusted my underwear. “Ah!!! That’s much better!” I said in relief.

“That was a pretty good idea, saying you messed up your shirt at school,” Brett commented. “You’re usually not that good of a liar. I only realized your shirt was inside out when mom said something.”

“The way your mom was looking at me, I thought she knew something,” I said. Brett handed me his Derek Jeter jersey.

“You can have this if you want. I think it’ll fit you.”

“You’re actually letting me borrow this?”

“No. You can keep it if you want it. I want you to have it,” Brett replied.

“But you love Derek Jeter. This is your favorite shirt!” I said.

“You’re my boyfriend now,” Brett smiled. “I want to give it to you. Everything I have is yours, dude.”

“Wow, thanks!” I replied. “But I don’t have anything to give you.”

“You already gave me the best present ever. A mouthful of jizz,” Brett said, laughing. “Just kidding. Seriously though, please take it.”

I pulled the shirt on. It fit pretty well. I hugged Brett and then we went downstairs and spent a little time with his mom. Not much happened after that. I was still on a high about what had happened that afternoon. Dr. Reilly told me that Brett kept saying how much I would have enjoyed everything they were doing while they were on their vacation.

“Brett, did you thank Billy for feeding your pets?” she asked.

“I sure did,” Brett replied. He smiled knowingly at me.

I couldn’t help but feel awkward, though. I couldn’t look Dr. Reilly in the eye. I was sure that she must have known what we had done. I also felt just a bit guilty about what Brett and I had done. It was going to take me a while to sort out all the weird feelings that being sexual with someone can bring. I mean, you can’t get much more intimate than letting someone suck the cum out of you, or having his dick in your mouth, however briefly. The longer I stayed there, the more urgently I wanted to get out. I finally explained that I had to go home. Brett wanted me to stay, but I had to get away from his mom. Brett walked with me to the edge of the woods.

“Are you okay?” he asked. “You seem a little anxious.”

“Dude, I just had to get away from your mom,” I explained. “It was like she knew what we did.”

“She doesn’t know shit,” Brett said. “And if she does know I blew you, I don’t care. I liked sucking your dick. This is the greatest day of my life. I don’t care if the whole world knows. I want the whole world to know you’re my boyfriend.”

“Well, we still need to be careful. My parents can’t find out. Neither can anybody at school.”

“I don’t want to hide it, Billy. I don’t care who knows we’re boyfriends. I want people to know we love each other. I’m proud what we did. I sucked your dick because I love you. You don’t know how much I want to stand up in that school and yell, ‘I just sucked Billy’s dick and I loved it!’”

“And then I’d find your beaten and bloody body on my doorstep. Let’s just keep things to ourselves for a while, okay? We’re still going to be together. Nothing’s ever going to change that. But we just figured all this stuff out ourselves. Let’s enjoy it without everybody trying to destroy us.”

“I don’t want to hide. I’m not ashamed to be in love with you. I’m not ashamed of what we did. I’m not even ashamed that you came in my mouth. I loved it and I can’t wait to do it again.”

“Brett, we really can’t tell anybody. You have to promise me!” I insisted.

Brett sighed, “Okay, fine. If you want me to keep things quiet, then I’ll stay quiet… For now. I’m not hiding forever though.”

He gave me a kiss and grabbed my butt while he was doing it. I giggled.

“By the way, you have the hottest ass ever,” he informed me.

“Really?” I asked.

“Yeah. It’s super hot. I love it. I’m glad we were naked when I blew you. Feeling your ass was just as hot as sucking your dick was. Sometimes, when you’re not looking, I just stare at it and think about the things I’d like to do to it.”

“I like your butt, too,” I replied, immediately embarrassed. “Wow, I never thought I’d say that to you! I’d be lying if I said I haven’t thought about doing stuff like what you were talking about too. Oh, and I still owe you a blowjob.”

“You don’t owe me anything, Billy. I liked sucking your dick. I think it’s awesome that I made you shoot. And technically you did have my penis in your mouth for like two seconds. But I would blow you a hundred times and not care if you sucked mine or not. I just want you to be happy.”

I thought for a minute. “You know what? I am happy. I really am happy. I don’t know what’s going to happen, but that’s okay. Because I know we’re going to be together. I love you Anthony.”

“I love you, William!” Brett beamed. “And I always will!”

“And I’m totally going to suck your dick for more than a second the next time I see you. Bye!” I said, turning and walking into the woods. I certainly had a lot of stuff on my mind. I loved Brett so much, and now we were officially boyfriends. I had a boyfriend! A real honest to goodness boyfriend who loved me, and wanted to be with me, and wanted to suck my dick, and wanted to have sex with me, and thought my butt was cute, and everything! And I loved him just as much as he loved me. I couldn’t wait to see what was going to happen next!