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Hey, Dude! Part Three
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Hey Dude!
Chapter 3
Geoff giggled, bringing Ron back from his reverie. He had found the
clay toad that Ron had made in ninth grade art class. It was the first
time Ron had ever tried any kind of art, and it had gotten second prize
in the end-of-class competition. It was really quite good, just a
five-inch green glazed little clay froggie with a whimsical grin on it's
face.
"You make this?" Geoffrey was still giggling.
"Sure, in ninth, in Mrs. Anderson's class. I got an award for it, but
it's not all that much."
"It's funny!" said the laughing boy.
"You, um, Geoff, you want it?"
"Huh? Ron? I can't take this, it's yours, you made it..."
"That's right, it is mine, and that means I can give to who I want to,
and I just thought if it makes you laugh, you should have it, bro."
The boy said nothing, but there was a light in his eyes and and tender
grin had replaced the giggles. "Awww, Ron, that's so coool... thanks!"
"Hey, dude!"
"Hey, dude, what?"
"You still think we can't be friends?"
"Naw, I was just scared, 'cause some guys don't want a kid hangin'
around, and well, after we got to know each other I kinda..."
"Geoff, do you like, stay by yourself a lot?"
"Huh? No, my Mom or Dad never let me alone, hardly."
"No, dude, I mean, you don't have a lot of friends, huh?"
The boy looked down at his sneakers. "Nope. Nobody likes ol'
Geoffrey."
"Hey, dude...."
Geoff looked over at Ron. "Geoff, I *like* you. Believe it!"
The boy spun quickly back to the shelf with all Ron's R.C. cars. He
was silent for a short time, then the skinny shoulders heaved in a deep
sigh. "Ron, you wanna take your cars out to the dirt lot? We can play
with 'em there...."
"Okay, kids, get washed for supper!" came Dad's voice up to them, as
if on cue. "Shit!" said Geoff, then he giggled and blushed. "I gotta
call my Mom and ask her..."
"Wait, let my Mom do it, then they can talk and your folks won't be so
worried. You stay here a minute, I'll be right back." Ron went down and
explained the situation to his Mother. It was easier than Ronald had
thought, especially after his Dad and Mr. Oscar had gotten over the
'we're not gonna sue ya' hurdle. Ron jumped back up the stairs to tell
his friend the good news. When he opened his door, Geoff was sitting in
his chair, holding the froggie statue up in the air and staring at it.
The boy quickly put it down on the desk and stood up with his back to
Ron. When he turned around, there was the unmistakable outline of erect
kid-dick, pushing out down one leg of Geoff's shorts. Ron stared at it
transfixed for a second, and then he realized Geoff was looking at him.
The twelve-year-old went as red as a beach ball.
Ron's mouth and throat dried up. "Uh, um, dude... you can stay, it's
cool, our Dads talked and everything's... uh, cool. I'm gonna wash up.
Hurry down, I'm starvin'."
Dinner went uneventfully. Geoff was shy around Ron's parents, and
Darcie, who was eleven, made a complete geek out of herself trying to
get Geoff to notice her. But Geoff had the chair right next to Ron, and
all during dinner their bare knees had touched lightly, separated,
touched, parted...
Geoff had to be home at eight, (it being a schoolnight) so after
desert they had gone back up to Ron's room for a minute. Geoff got his
frog wrapped in an old rag. "I don't wanna goooo..." whined the boy,
feigning a tantrum. "I don't wannna go hoooommmmme..."
"Aw, poor little boy, I'll protect you, there, there..." Ron put his
arm around Geoff's shoulders, and Geoff reached up for his hand and held
it for a second! The youngster sighed again. "This's great, Ronnie, I
hope we don't get into a fight.."
"Why would we do that? I don't fight with my friends."
"I don't either, but my best friend Max last year all of a sudden got
really weird on me, and started punchin' on me and tripping me, and then
he told me if I ever came over there again, he was gonna kick my ass,
like for no reason..." Geoff's voice had gotten quiet and plaintive. The
boy gripped Ron's hand tighter and looked up to him, searching his eyes.
"What an asshole, Geoffster, I'd never do that to a neat dude like
you. I have friends for life, man. That's why I don't hang out with a
lot of people, just a few I can relate to. Like you, for instance."
"I gotta go, Ron. And, like, I got Hebrew school two nights a week and
homework up the kiester, so I don't know when I can come over here."
"I'll help ya with yer homework.. kinda like a tutor, if you want."
"Huh? Really, Ron? Really?"
"Sure, anytime, what are friends for, dude? Let's set it up."
"Okay, dude, I gotta go.. I'll call ya later, okay?"
"Cool. Hey, dude?"
"Hey, dude."
"I'll walk ya downstairs...."
Ron stood on the porch watching Geoffrey ride away into the deepening
evening. The smaller boy paused several times to look back and wave.
Then he turned the corner and the street was deserted. Ron went back
inside. The rest of the family was watching 60 Minutes and eating
popcorn. Ronald got a handful and declared his intentions to got to bed
early.
"Okay, darling, we'll see you in the morning. Your little friend
is quite a nice young man. It's nice of you to help him, I'm sure it
must be hard on them to have gone through this. It hasn't been easy for
us, that's certain."
"Well, *I* don't like him, he's a dork!" announced Darcie.
"Then don't have his baby, Darcie..." Ron advised her.
"EEEEEWWWWW, MOMMMMMM!" she shrieked.
"Rrrr-onald, young man, that will be quite enough...!!"
"Sure, Mom. 'Night, guys! 'Night, Mrs. Oscar.."
"MMMMOMMMMMMMEEEEEEE......!"
Ron climbed up to his room and closed the door. He shed clothes
haphazardly and got in bed in just his briefs. He was well on the way to
be completely turned on as he had undressed, and now he needed it, and
needed it bad. Geoff was just too much! Ronnie ached inside whenever he
recalled the expressions in Geoffrey's beautiful eyes. Hearing the boy's
pure voice was like music. And he'd seen him with a hard-on!! Ron pulled
himself laboriously out of the fly of his shorts, letting the cloth
support his nuts. He held his dick pointing straight up at the ceiling
and jacked off furiously, his imagination filled with Geoff. Almost too
quickly the teenager whispered "Oh, yessss..." to himself as his lithe
body jackknifed and he gave himself a wonderfully powerful orgasm. He
opened his eyes a little and watched the warm sperm pumping out onto his
stomach. He could hardly wait 'till he saw Geoffrey coming along side of
him, hear Geoff's cute voice announcing the arrival of his pleasure....
like Elliot always did. Oh, Elly.... Jesus, Elly.....
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Ron painfully recalled, once again, the almost two years he had spent
with Elliot; best friends, boyfriends, lovers. Although they only fucked
once more after that first unforgettable time (Elliot said it made his
butt hurt too much) they still managed to get each other off at least
once during the week and lots of times on typical weekends, unless
family or schedules intervened. In retrospect, Ron realized that Elliot
seemed to know a lot more about sex than Ron did, though Ron was two
years older. Elliot always seemed to have 'practiced' things that were
completely new to Ron. Ron lacked the experience to realize he was being
used by someone. Ron loved Elliot, strongly and deeply, and while Elliot
would many times say he loved Ron, it wasn't the same....
Then, right after Ron's sixteenth birthday, Elliot came over when no
one was home. Ron opened the door wide for the very blonde boy, who was
fourteen and getting nearly as tall as Ron. "Hi..." said Ron, but Elly
just stood there, not looking at him. Ron noticed that Elliot's bike was
out by the curb, and that two kids Ron didn't know were out beside it
waiting. "Hey, um, Ron, don't take this wrong, okay..." Ron would
forever hear, in his mind, the sound of Elliot saying those awful words.
"...but, I kinda don't wanna mess around like we do anymore, 'cause I
can get laid by girls now. I gotta girlfriend who's like nineteen and
she's been talkin' to me about Jesus and stuff and she says boys should
only do it with girls, otherwise its a sin, so I'm not that kind of boy
anymore, and anyway I like it a lot better with her cause I love her and
maybe we're gettin' married when I'm outta high school (the boys in the
street whistled and waved impatiently) so I gotta go, I just wanted you
to know I ain't got no hard feelins', I just don't wanna do no more fag
stuff, and like, when you get to do sex with a girl you'll know exactly
what I mean, so I guess I gotta go now, see you later Ron..."
And then he was running away over the lawn, jumping on his bike, and
riding down the street. During the whole thing, Ron had a shocked frozen
smile on his face. He numbly closed the door, trying to understand what
was happening to him. He was still grinning absurdly. "I'm okay,
there's other boys, maybe he'll get lonely and come back, I'll find
another guy to be in love with, I'll..." Ron drifted into the bathroom,
convinced that he was fine, and had no real reason to be sick. He was
quite wrong. After ten minutes of retching and running water, he somehow
found his bedroom and lay back on top of the sheets. He groaned himself
to sleep, in the middle of the day, from sheer depressive exhaustion. He
ate next to nothing for two days after that , prompting a trip to Dr.
Penzsman, who, not recognizing the symptoms of 'first broken heart' gave
Ronny some vitamins and told him to rest.
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Ron rolled over after cleaning himself up and sighed "Oh, God, please,
please let Geoff love me, he's so perfect, so perfect......." Then his
fucking phone rang, scaring him half to death. Whoever it was knew
better than to call after ten.....
He ripped the receiver off the cradle and snarled "What?!?" in a
whisper. He was ready to lay into which ever of his dickheaded friends
had called him.
"...Ron..?" A boy whispered back. GOD! It's my Geoff, it's Geoff..!
"Geoffrey, hey dude!" he whispered.
"Um, is it, is it too late..?"
"Yeah, kinda, I could get in trouble. You okay?"
"Sorta. My Mom and Dad are fightin' and I'm scared, I hate it when
they fight. You know?"
"Yeah, dude, my parents get into it once in a while. It sucks."
"I tried to make 'em stop but my Mom hit me...."
Ron was speechless again. "That's not cool, dude, not cool at all."
"I know. I wish they wouldn't do that. It just hurts so much Roneee.."
Geoff started to cry over the phone. Ron felt his own tears gathering.
Shit! Now what do I do? "You want me to come and get you?"
"Yeah, but you can't. My parents (hup!) got a security system."
"You okay? You bleeding or anything?"
"N-no, I'm fine, just scared. Oh, Ron, thank you!"
"Fer what, dude?"
"For this little froggie, I'm callin' it Clarence Frogmiester. It
always reminds me of.... of you, dude."
"Hey, dude?"
"Yeah..?"
"I *like* you dude. I mean it. It's way cool we're friends. I mean
that, Geoff. It's cool."
(snif) "This's great, Ron. I'm going to sleep now, can I call ya
tomorrow?"
"If you don't, I'm gonna be pissed."
"G'night, Ron."
"Good dreams, dude."
"Same here. Night." The phone hung up on Geoff's end and Ron put his
down. "Oh, Jesus, Geoff, I like you so much.." he whispered as he fell
asleep.
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