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Hey, Dude! Part Nine
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Hey, Dude!
part 9
Ron was nonplused. Why was Geoffrey crying? And the kid wasn't just
whimpering, either... the boy was whining and blubbering and trying to
talk, all at once. Ron could only hold the youngster until he calmed
down a little bit. Geoff's pants were still down around his knees, and
Ron had horrible visions of Mom or Dad walking in on them like this.
"C'mon, dude, gotta get ya dressed...."
One of Geoff's hands flopped down to his jeans, but that was it. Ron
sat the sobbing boy up and got his shorts back on, and his pants mostly
up. Then Geoff grabbed him and hugged him so tight he couldn't move.
"Geoffrey, Geoffrey, what is it, dude? Let me help you... huh?"
"Oh, Ron! I need you so bad! I just realized nobody loves me but
youuuuuu....." Geoff buried his face in Ron's shoulder and began to
groan and make little mewling sounds that tore Ron's tender heart into
bits. "Oh, Geoff, I'll always love you, and other people love you too,
dude, your parents love you, they just.."
"THEY DO NOT!!!!" Geoff raised his head, tears streaming down his
cheeks. "You don't know, Ron, they wish I was dead so they can have
their fun without a kid in the way. My Mom... my Mom, said... my
Mom said that to meee......."
"Awww, Geoffster, I..." Ron didn't know what to say. He just held the
kid close until he was done crying. Geoff's eyes were wet and bleary,
and his nose was running. "...Ron...?"
"Yeah, dude?"
"Are we... are we fags? I gotta know..."
"Geoff, not now, not now, I can't......"
"Ron, I gotta know, right now, it's important, pleeeease.."
"Okay, get dressed first, okay?"
"You wanna, you want me to...?"
Ron didn't reply, he just showed Geoff the expanding wet spot near
the top of his zipper. "Couldn't help it, your leg did it for me.."
Ron got up as Geoff finished buttoning his fly, and went to his closet.
He got new underwear, and pants sort of the same color as the wet ones.
He stepped out of his sneakers and undressed while Geoff watched him.
"Wow, I like all your hair.." whispered Geoff as Ron pulled on his clean
clothes. "Thanks, Geoffrey. I really like how you look. It makes me feel
lucky to be friends with you.."
He sat down on his chair facing his friend. He was scared, but this
had to be done. He got both of the trusting boy's hands in his.
"Would it matter to you if I was gay?"
Geoff made a derisive little noise. "'Course not, it'd still be you,
you're my best friend!"
"Well, I am, Geoffrey, I'm a 'fag' and there's nothing I can do about
it, and I never knew until this summer.... it's kinda weird."
"Your Mom and Dad know?"
"Naw, I can't say anything yet... I guess I'll tell 'em when the time
comes, but right now.... It's so strange, Geoffster, I just thought I'd
start dating like all my friends, but after Elliot hurt me so bad I
started thinking, and I realized what was happening."
"Motherfucker! I HATE him! He *hurt* you!"
"Yeah, he did, really badly! But I was stupid, I shoulda seen it
coming. Geoff, why do you have to know if you think you're gay, right
now?"
Geoff stared at him. Ron could see the boy thinking. It was so awesome
to Ron, because Geoff was the most intelligent person he had ever met,
and Geoff usually thought things out much better than Ronny did. "When I
was in fifth, I had a teacher, Mr. Atwell..."
"Yeah! I had him! He taught us math and science studies!"
"Yeah, him. Well, I wanted to be friends with him real, real bad, and
I kinda got crazy, I was going after class to talk to him and sending
him little cards I made... finally my Mother and the principal had a big
conference and I had to go to a doctor and take a lot of tests, and then
I wasn't in Mr. Atwell's class anymore for the rest of the year. So then
in sixth, my cousin came out to stay with us for two months, he was like
fifteen then, and I felt the same way about him, only I was scared
'cause of what happened to me in fifth. He told me what jacking off was,
but I did it and nothing happened, so I got bored and stopped. But I
wanted to be just like him, and I followed him around, and he got all
mad at me and I got grounded till he left. Then I was really sad for
days, but I didn't know why. And, Ron, like something in me's been sad
and I've been really lonely, until...."
Geoff gave Ron a look that told the older boy his prayers had been
answered. "Nothing in my life is as important to me as you, Geoff. I
swear it. I swear to God."
Geoff hugged Ron and snuggled. "So, I gotta know, Ron. Are we fags? I
won't mind as long as I have you for my friend, but I have to know."
"Geoff, we're gay, not 'fags' 'Fag' isn't a nice word, people use it
when they want to hurt us. But, yeah, I'm gay. You gotta figure it out
for yourself, though."
"You won't... you won't help me, Ron?" Geoff looked pained again.
"No, no dude, of course I'll help you. But some guys think they're gay
because they do stuff with their friends some, but then later they get
girlfriends and do stuff with them."
"Have you ever had a girlfriend?"
"Nope. You?"
"Hell, no! Girls suck!"
(Ron chuckled) "Yeah, probably, but, so do I..."
"Yeah... It felt radical. But, Ronny, I really, really think I'm gay,
too, 'cause I feel the same toward you that I felt toward Mr. Atwell and
my cousin Greg, but it's totally different, 'cause you feel the same
way, it's awesome, I can't get used to it, I... God I love you, Ron!
That's why I was cryin' so hard! I used to be so lonely, and now there's
you!"
Ron glanced over at the clock. Nine-fifteen. "C'mon, dude, I'll walk
with ya home.. cool?"
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