Tampa, Florida
Part 6
I guessed I should’ve known that my mom would quiz me big time about my outburst. I’d only been in my room for about five minutes when she knocked on the door, then sat on the spare bed opposite me.
“Is that why you and Paul were fighting this afternoon?”
“Yeah.”
“He said that to you? He used the word ‘corpse’? Oh, my God. I find that almost impossible to believe. That’s not like Paul. He’s such a sweet, caring boy.”
“He was angry.”
“You mean jealous? Is that what you mean? Is there anything you’d like to discuss with me, Daniel?”
Uh, oh. She didn’t say ‘gay’ but I figured that’s what she must’ve been thinking. How could I have formed such close relationships with guys like Cody and Paul if I wasn’t … different? “Not really, mom.”
“It’s just that … well, I’ve noticed differences between you and Greg. I hadn’t noticed those kind of things before he and Andy came to live with us. I had no one to compare you to. But now...”
“What kind of differences? You mean like Lindy?”
“Well, to be honest, yes.”
“What are you trying to say, mom?”
“I just want you to know that if you have a problem; something you need to talk about, then I’m here.”
“No offence, mom, but it’s guy stuff, and women don’t understand guy stuff, especially teen guy stuff.”
“Maybe. But I understand son stuff, and you’re my son.” She paused a moment to study my brown eyes. “You and Cody were very close.”
“You don’t get any closer.”
“And Paul?”
“He’s my best bud. You know that already. Hey, mom, I know what you’re thinking.”
“You do?”
“OK, so I’m close to my buds. Very close.”
“Paul used the words ‘you’re still in love with a corpse’. Were you in love with Cody?”
“I know what it sounds like, mom. But you couldn’t know Cody without loving him. He was that kinda guy. All his buds loved him. Mark loved him. You’ve met Mark. No way he’s a wuss or anything. He’s about as macho as a guy can get. But he still loved Cody.”
“Was he in love with Cody?”
“No. But Cody was in love with Mark. Cody told me so.”
“Was Cody gay?”
“Cody was Cody. He hated labels. He had a girlfriend, too. Steph. He loved Steph a stack. Next question? Did Cody and Mark have sex? Yeah, they did. Not often, and not what you’re thinking. Not the whole nine yards. But they had sex. Does that surprise you, mom? Huh? What’s your opinion of Mark now?”
“The same as it was a few seconds ago.”
“You’re not shocked?”
“Should I be?”
“You’ve seen Mark. Actually, you were checking him out big time,” I laughed. “Does he look like the kinda guy who’d have sex with another guy?”
“A moment ago you said that you couldn’t know Cody without loving him.”
“What are you trying to tell me, mom. That it’s cool?”
“What do you think?”
“Honestly? Yeah, I think it’s cool.”
“I think it’s cool, too, son,” she smiled. “The only time it’s not cool is when it bothers you. If it bothers you it bothers me. And that’s why I came in here to talk to you. I just wanted to reassure you that you’re my son and that I love you very much. Who you love and your reasons for loving them is your business; no one else’s. Not even mine. I just wanted you to know that. I also want you to know that there’s not a single person you’ve invited into this house that I haven’t liked and respected. Or even loved, for that matter. I trust your judgement implicitly.”
My mom and I hugged for ages, then she went to the door, where she paused momentarily to turn and face me. “And by the way, I’ve been thinking about Mark staying here. I'll see if I can talk Andy into sharing your room, and Mark can share mine.” And with that she was gone.
I cracked up totally, and rolled around on the bed for some minutes. She was only joking, but it meant a lot to me to have her see the funny side of the whole situation.
I couldn’t wait to tell Greg about what had happened. I knocked on his door, then barged in uninvited. He was already sleeping. I was under the covers and hugging him within seconds.
“What the fuck???”
“Chill. It’s only me. Hey, what am I saying it’s only me? It’s me! The best bro you’ll ever have.”
“You're gonna give me a blow job? Is that what this is all about? You’re all horny after seeing Mark, right?”
“Is that all you can think about?”
“Blame your-fucking-self, bro. Sex is all you can think about, and you taught me your evil habits. Anyway, if you’re not gonna give me a BJ, what the fuck are you doing here?”
“I had a talk with my mom just now,” I began, then went on to explain everything that had been said.
“She knows you’re gay?”
“She didn’t say that. Not exactly. She knows I’ve had sex with guys – well, she kinda knows - I didn’t go into any detail – but she’s cool about it. Pretty neat, huh? I was expecting the big fucking inquisition or something, but it wasn’t like that at all. It’s like I can be who or whatever I am and it’s no biggie.”
“I wonder if she’s gonna tell my dad. Hope not. He might get suspicious about me.”
“Don’t sweat it. It was a private convo between me and my mom. Anyway, it’s nice to be all cuddled up and warm with my bro,” I said as I snuggled up closer to his wicked muscular bod. “You’ve got such awesome skin – so smooth and soft and silky. Feels as good as it looks.”
“Funny about sex.”
“Huh?”
“I mean, like being with Lindy is totally cool. Kinda like this but, hey, you’re a guy. In a way, it doesn’t matter, though. Well, it doesn’t matter if no one else knows about it. Know what I mean? Like it’s cool when it’s private.”
“You like it when I snuggle up and cuddle you?” I asked as my hand explored the muscular curves and undulations of his chest, which rose and fell with his soft breathing. He had his hands behind his head so I took the opportunity to smell his armpits. Wicked! Kinda sweet and sour at the same time. An odour that was exclusive to him, and that kinda intoxicated my brain.
“You fishing for compliments or something? Yeah. Feels good. Makes you wonder about some peeps; the ones who get all bent outa shape about stuff like this.”
“Maybe they don’t have a bro like you.”
“Nah. If you weren’t the kinda guy you are – no disrespect, bro – I wouldn’t be here doing what I’m doing. I’d be freaking out big time.”
“That’s how Cody was. He made everything seem right… even for a macho dude like Mark. But how do you explain that to people? Hey, I don’t mean you or mom or my buds or whoever, but to your average Joe out there. Can you imagine a New York Times photographer busting in here, blinding us with his flash bulb, and seeing this pic of us on the front page of the morning edition?”
“Fuck, bro! Hold the paranoia stuff. You’re making me nervous!”
“Sorry. It’s just that I get so pissed off with the misconceptions and the bigotry and the totally fucked up attitudes of some people. It was so cool talking to my mom tonight. She was like ‘hey, it’s OK’. She didn’t freak at all. Whoa! Totally surprised me.”
“I figure she knew all along, Daniel… or at least suspected. Moms aren’t blind y’know. But it’s good that you had a talk. You feel better and she feels better. Agreed?”
“Agreed. So what do you think I should do about Paul? I don’t think Mark wants to talk to him.”
“You’re asking me?”
“I’m too close to him. I can’t explain things like a third party can. Come to think of it, maybe you’re not the one to do it, bro. Mark’s the only one who can. He loved Cody and Cody loved him. He knows the score. He knows how to explain things.”
“But will he want to? That’s pretty private stuff, man. Way too personal. You don’t go talking about that kinda thing to fucking strangers. I sure wouldn’t.”
“So what the fuck am I gonna do?”
“Hey, Paul was the one who shat on you, dude. He’s the one who’s gotta apologize. Not you.”
“I know that already. But he doesn’t understand what he said. He doesn’t know he’s the one in the wrong. He thinks I’m the one who’s at fault ‘cause I laid into him. So if I try to reason with him he’ll bust a fucking boiler again and get all fucked up. We’ll end up punching the crap outa each other again. Fucking hell, why do people have to be so damn complicated?”
“Too true, bro. Right now I can feel your body warmth and the sensations of your hand caressing my chest and abs and it’s like everything is just fine and dandy. I’ve got a bro who loves me. Heh. Really loves me. I wonder how many peeps out there feel as relaxed as I do now, or as content.”
OK, so I wasn’t in the mood to give Greg a blow job at first. I just wanted company and a sympathetic ear. But eventually my hand kinda found its way to his boner and … well … I kinda got excited. My bro had one of those boners that just insisted on being serviced, and it felt so awesome in my mouth – the shape of the ridge, and the warmth and smoothness of the stretched skin of its head against my busy tongue.
As I listened to his moans and groans of pleasure, the saltiness of his delicious pre-cum became increasingly evident. It made me feel good to know that I was pleasing him, and taking my special bro to a place of exquisite bliss. But again, I was remembering Cody; his taste, and the sounds he would utter when we were making love. I couldn’t help it. So many things reminded me of Cody. He would be a part of me forever.
When my bro finally offloaded his thick creamy boy juice, it felt fantastic to be swallowing it; to be consuming a precious part of him; to be making him happy. He had hold of my blonde hair, and was pulling my face closer to his pubes as he rammed his throbber further down my throat. “Oh, Daniel! Oh, my fuck! Oh, jeez! This is soooo awesome!”
Well, I was glad it was awesome for him ‘cause it was a bit of a fucking struggle for me. His feral cock was half way to my ass, choking the fuck outa me and bucking like a bronco being stung by a bunch of mad-as-hell hornets, and his exploding cum was trying to drown me. But, hey, what was a bro for? Yeah, right.
“Thanks, bro,” he sighed as I licked the last of his tasty juice from his pisshole. “That was totally wicked… as always.”Copyright © 2003 All rights reserved. mrbstories
