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Hey, Dude! Part Ten
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Hey Dude!
part 10
They walked out into the cool evening, two kids in coats and long
pants, from a distance big and little brothers, maybe. One would have
reinforced that opinion by observing the incredible patience the older
boy showed to the younger, by the casual huglets, by the obvious
affection the kids had for each other. And they were, after all,
brothers in a sense....
"I'm really gay, Ronny, I'm really gay..." Geoff continued the
discussion once they were safely outside and away from prying ears. "I'm
almost thirteen and I'm not stupid... I kinda figured it out last year,
but now it's important to me. I.. I didn't bug ya, did I....?"
"Naw, I'm just scared some, Geoffster... a part of me got burned by
you-know-who, and you're so wonderful it's like a dream, and I..."
Geoff waited for a moment. "You what?"
Ron jammed his hands in his coat pockets and stared ahead into the
night, walking slowly next to all his dreams. "I want us to be friends
for a long time, Geoffrey. Like after we're grownups. It's not fair to
you, and if you go across the country to college, I'll fucking die
without you, so it's not fair to me." Ron sighed. "You see?"
Geoff stopped and they sat on a bus bench for a second. "You're right,
Ronny, I understand. But you might go to college, and I'll only be
fifteen then, and I'll miss you too... shit. What're we gonna do?"
"We have time, maybe we can figure something out. But I love you,
Geoff, that's important." Geoff was silent as a couple out walking their
dog passed by.
"I think I'd change schools to be near you, Ron."
"No, I'd come to live where you were. I'll be twenty-one and I can do
what I want then."
"Oh, Ron... you mean that?"
"What do you think, dude?"
"Ron."
"Yup?"
"..... 'M gonna cry."
"Don't cry, Geoffster, we cry too much, I didn't bawl this much when
Elliot..."
"Don't mention his name anymore, Ron, okay? He can go to hell."
"Yeah. Well, you gotta get home."
"Yeah. Um, Ron?"
"Yup?"
"Is he the only other dude you did it with?"
"No, one other guy, but we just beat each other off, nothing fancy."
"Who was it?"
"You know my friend, Josh Libowitz... or maybe his brother Sam?"
"Oh, yeah, I know him! Sam's in sixth this year, he goes to my Hebrew
School..."
"Josh gets these porn videos from somewhere, and when we were in
eighth grade we'd watch 'em and jack off a lot. But we weren't, like,
you know... we didn't have feelings for each other, it just felt good."
"You liked the pornos?"
"No, I liked Josh gettin' all turned on next to me."
"Yeah. I understand. Ron?"
"Eee-Yup??"
"I don't know if we.... I been thinkin', about you blowjobbing me, I
kinda..."
Ron's heart filled with mud and sank into his stomach. Now what? He
shook his head. "I gave you a blowjob, I didn't 'blowjob' you."
"Oh, yeah. But I'm scared, Ron."
"What's there to be scared of? You liked it didn't you?"
"Um, sure, yeah, but in s-school they told, they said you, Ron, they
said that a guy could give someone...."
"Oh, Jesus, Geoff... I see what yer bugged about. Okay. This is the
truth. If you still are scared, we ain't gonna be doin' it much other
than by hand, if you want to...okay?"
Geoff's eyes were big with worry. He was trembling next to Ron. Ron
put an arm around the thin shoulders. "After me 'n Elly broke up, I got
to thinkin' the same thing, and I got really, really scared, 'cause he
was doin' stuff with other dudes, and not telling me... I didn't know to
ask, I was sooo stuuupid...! But I finally couldn't stand it any more,
so I went into my counselor, but they wouldn't help me, they said I had
to get a form signed by my parents....yeah, right! So I was bummed for
days, until I saw an ad for one of those teen hotline eight-hundred
numbers, and I called them, and they referred my to a place who tested
me, tested my blood."
"Oh, Ron... I'm so s-s-scared..." The boy leaned into him. Ron rubbed
his arm. "It's cool, dude... It was an, um anymom, uh.."
"Anonymous?"
"Yeah... anonymous... no one knew. So I like died every day for two
weeks until the dude called me on my phone and said stage one was
negative, then they called later and said I was clean, no problem,
Elliot just broke my soul, he didn't kill me, too. So, like, I got more
chance of catchin' something from you, because like, since then, you're
the only person I've done anything with."
"Ron, Elliot tried to jack me off once three years ago, but like I
said, I was too little. My cousin just talked, he didn't do anything but
watch me rubbing my dick. He let me watch him once, and that's where I
learned what sperm-juice looks like. And then you did it for me, and
Ron, I just, it was the best... okay? It was so right for us to, like...
for us to be doing that with each other... you know? This make sense?"
"You satisfied I ain't got no STDs? I still have the paper they sent
me, hidden in my room. I'll show it to you.."
"Ron, I trust you, I trust you.... Shit! It's nine-thirty-five!"
"It's cool, I'm with you.." Ron said as they rose and continued on to
Geoff's house. "Dude! Wanna see my room?" the boy asked excitedly.
"Sure, if it's cool with your folks!"
They were in front of Geoff's house. Ron looked at the yellow light
coming from the windows. "My boyfriend lives here." he thought to
himself. "Geoff's been in there all this time and I just didn't know
it..." The aforementioned boyfriend ran in yelling 'Mommm! Daddd! I'm
hommme!" Then there was silence for a few minutes while Ron waited on
the front porch, peering inside the half-opened doorway. The smell of
Geoff's house was strong and different from his house. It smelled woody
and warmish and...."
"You can't come in, I gotta go.." said Geoff glumly, suddenly
appearing in the door.
"It's cool, Geoff, we got time..."
"Okay." the boy sighed. "I'll call you later."
"Geoffrey, what if I just come in and beat the shit out of your Dad?"
Geoff raised smoldering eyes to Ron's. "I'm gonna first, when I'm
bigger. I gotta go. (quiet whisper) iloveyouronny."
Ron kissed his fingertips and blew it toward his love. It made Geoff
smile as he closed the door. Ron stayed for a few minutes, ready to run
in and fight on Geoff's behalf, but there was no noise save a faint
television from the other side. Ron turned back to his place, then a
whisper hissed above him, scaring him slightly.
"Ron, I'll call you tonight, cool?"
"Cool, Geoffster, I'll be waitin'." he said quietly. Geoff was leaning
half out of his bedroom window, elbows on the sill. Ron noticed how easy
it would be to get a ladder and get the kid down, should the need arise.
He waved, and the little stinker blew his kiss back to him and mouthed
"I love you Ron" again. Ron grinned all the way home.
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