This is a new tale with the gorgeous character from the 'All for Terry' story. Its a different tale about thus stunningly beautiful man that passed through my life ever so briefly some years back. And different story with the same people meeting under different circumstances. Again its only fiction as this beautiful man and i never did anything but meet. 'Two ships passing in the night' as it were. But never docking together.
This is for Terry. Where ever he may be.
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All for Terry (A Long Wait (1)
I think I have lived Terry all my life. Or at least as long as I can remember. Terry had been my first love interest. Or should I more clearly state, my first infatuation. He lived down the street in my neighborhood as a kid. He was my older brothers age and they were in some of the same classes in school. But as my brother was a total ass hat if a human, Terry was a kind and even back then handsome guy. The young dirty blonde locks on his head a draw for my Latin self. I had always been attracted to white boys as it were, and I believe that it all started with him. But as a kid who was constantly being tormented by my older brother, it was nice to have some one treat me nicer. To respect me in some way. And that was Terry.
Terry was a sports jock in school. Baseball, football, etc. It helped to define his gorgeous body that he would have in his life. The sports helping him keep fit as he was to be the best at what he did. My brother in the other had was a drudge if a person. Skipping school with his buddies as it was just not what he wanted. So when he finally graduated he was low in his class. I like the perfect Terry who graduated at the top of his class. Setting himself up for bigger and better things. He was a jock, but not a prick like most. Jerks like my brother who treated guys like crap in school would never dare to fuck with him. Terry was already at 6 feet in high school. 6 feet, toned and muscular and about 180 pounds of stunning. He had all the girls after him, and he did date in high school but they never lasted. The girls never being good enough for him I what I thought. And many would say (even my brother) that he was just full of himself. And I myself in most circumstance would believe it if such a guy. But not of Terry.
"Why?" You ask
Well let me give you a back story. It all began when my family moved into the neighborhood. I was just about to enter my teens. My brother was 16. I had little to no friends here as we moved across the state to this new place because of my father's job. My initial thought and feeling was hate and loathing for the whole thing. I had to leave my old stomping grounds and friends to be here. So I had to start all over again. And when we pulled up into the new neighborhood I saw all the white folk form one house to another. And since I come from a Latin family the difference was clear. And I think the move is what made my brother a bigger ass to me than he had been in the past. New place, he too had to find new friends and leave the old ones behind. But it just made him hate me for some reason
So he would regularly kick my ass, just because. And since I was an artsy kid. Love to draw and paint, he would regularly call me a sissy or pussy boy.
"Little sissy shit!" He would chant at me "Go paint yer faggy pictures!"
Which to tell you the truth. He may have some how picked up on. I was gay after all. I always somehow knew this. There was always a better attraction to boys in 'that way' that girls. Girls I found comfort and friendship with easy. But that's as far as that went. I would paly with boys but could never really talk to them. As I was very shy as a kid. I remember seeing Terry for the first time as I was in my bike. I wanted to just bike around a bit to clear my head a few weeks after the move. Just mostly to check out the neighborhood. Maybe I could find some new friends. As the school change had already made it difficult to do so there. Everyone was already grouped up in their friendship ties. And letting a newcomer in was seemingly out of the question. Especially someone like me.
"Sorry man. We don't like sissy boys" someone had said to me
I wondered back then. Did these people all know something I did not. I was still you big and so unsure of everything, especially myself. But everyone just saw me as this pussy fruit that they didn't even know for sure I was.
"Fuck em all" I said to myself "I don't need friends"
But back to my tale of Terry. I was out there on my bike and I saw him out in his yard. He was hanging out with a couple of guys from his school. My eyes immediately caught this tall adonis. He was without a shirt and they were playing touch football or something of that nature. He was running across the lawn with the ball. I could see his muscles pulling tightly as he moved. Holding the ball ever so tightly to his swearing body. I was so taken by what I saw that I did not see where I was going. Then I looked forward and saw the curb coming at me. The bike hit as I tried to break. I flew off it and onto the sidewalk concrete. Punching the air from my lungs.
"Awe fuckk!" I shouted out
The group must have seen me as I saw a few guys laughing. I sat up slowly from the crash. Feeling pain in my leg as I tried to get up. Then I saw I had scrapped my leg on the hard concrete, and the flesh looked red and blood pooled out of scratched lines in it. Some laughing said that I was a dumb ass who could not ride a bike. Then he said that phrase I hated to my. The phrase that called out my still unknown sexuality.
"Little faggy but fell if his bike" he shouted "Hahaha"
He laughed and several of the bits laughed with him. But Terry, the guy that caused my accident told them all to 'shut the fuck up' and I saw him coming towards me. The handsome guy was at my side in moments. Asking if I was okay.
"Are you hurt?" He asked
I looked up to see the guy. Up close he was even more stunning. His hazel eyes looking at me with a little concern. His strong muscular body was but inches from me. And I could smell the faint sweat in his body. A body that seemed to glow from his sweat coming off the sunlight that fell in him. At first I couldn't say a word. I was being helped by the man I was just staring at in awe. His muscular body and beautiful face so close I could feel his heat.
"Just my pride" I said as I felt his hand grab me to pick me up. Finally getting words out "And maybe a bit of my shredded leg"
Terry lifted me to my feet. I brushed myself off and he grabbed and picked up my bike. The wheel wass bent. I sighed in the frustration if that. For I loved my bike. And now I would have to get my mom to by me a new rim. Then I gazed back at Terry He then asked if I was the kid from the family that just moved in. I nodded and fixed brushing myself off. He smiled softly and the offered to help me home.
"I will be fine" I said to him "Thanks"
He smiled again as I tried to walk my bike home. As I was leaning he blurted out to not pay attention to his 'asshole' friends. I thanked him for his kindness and he have me his name. 'Terry'. I smiled and headed back to my house. And my thoughts were if the nice and very good looking guy I had just met.
"Terry". I sighed softly...
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To be continued