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 (3)
... I had woken from a strange dream. In filled both dread and hope. A dread and fear if drowning in a black cold abyss. I thought it was water, but there was no sound of it. Just the cold. Then seeing the guy that I felt good near. The neighbors son Terry. He came in and swooped in to save me again. Helping me in aide as he had done on our first meeting some months before. When I had crashed my bike. He came in and pulled me from the deep. Saving me from the dread that was building in the cold. Pushing it out with his warmth.
"Why is he the one to make me feel okay" I said to myself
I did not totally understand. All I knew was I was somehow more connected with this guy I barely knew. But I was growing to understand more each day why. Then as I was feeling better after the strange dream, thanks to my saviour Terry. Things then took a terrible turn when I went back to school the next day. at first I noticed people looking at me, then some pointing. Then whispers and talks between people that I could see, but not hear. Were they talking about me? And why? I was soon to find out I was sitting in the lunch room. One of the few people I associated with at school. His name was Tommy. He was a regular kid, he had a glass eyes from an accident as a kid. He was odd and kind of geeky. Big glasses in his face. But he was one of the few people I got along with. Tommy sat down at the table across from me. He then quickly said that it was okay I was queer. Saying the words quietly matter of fact. Like it was part of a normal conversation.
"What!?" What are you talking about?" I belted out "You don't know?" He then asked "It's all over the school man." "What is?" I shouted
He paused for a moment. Then completed his declaration of what he had heard. It had gotten around in school faster than I could have imagined what happened between Tina and myself the day before. She had literally spilled out to everyone how she knew I was 'a fag'. I looked at him with a shock I didn't know I could have.
"What the fuck!" I shouted out "Yeah she told everyone about it" "How she asked you if you were and you didn't deny it"
Then he asked again. "So are you? I mean gay?"
I was beyond mortified from what had happened. Tears quickly pooled in my eyes and I got up, running from the room and out side, anywhere outside. And by the time I got home later my mom had heard about my break with my girlfriend. And certainly my brother heard about it too. I could not believe that this flew around as fast as it had. Especially the part of my being queer because I would not have sex with her. It was terrible she wanted to spread it that way. Especially since she had no proof. But then trying to explain it to my mother was fun. But even thought she gave me a lecture about the sins of homosexuality, she understood when I said to her I was not ready to have sex.
"I can't believe she would put suck a spin on it like that" I shouted "It's okay son" Mom said "I understand you want it to be special" "And I will have the original have a talk with her parents."
I half smiled. Glad she was understanding and wanted to stand up for me. But then she added a phrase that sent a cold shiver up my spine. All was good so long as I was not a 'gay boy'. And she flipped her hand in a most gay way.
"I am just happy you aren't a gay boy" she had said "That would be unacceptable in my House"
I nodded my understanding and went to my room. I stayed there until dinner, doing my homework until the call for food echoed out through the house. That was when my brother opened my bedroom door. He looked at me with a scowl. The proceeded to assault me verbally with the condemnation by his friends that there was a 'queer boy' around.
"I ain't queer!" I shouted back "Better not be." He growled "Cuz I will fuck you up. No brother of mine will be queer"
I shouted out for mom as I was insulted by him and his verbal attack. She told him to leave me alone.
"He is not a gay boy" he shouted at him "And don't you go telling your stupid friend either" "Because I will not be happy"
She gave him that look that suggested she could still kick his ass. So he backed down. Grumbling back at me again that I better not be queer'. The rest of the evening was for the most part quiet. I called my friend Tommy and told him more about my dreadful evening and day. He was as he eats was, still acting like my friend. And I was glad for that. Calling my ex girlfriend a bitch. And she would probably gets hers one day
"Karma is a bitch" he suggested "Any ways I would not worry about it man" "It will probably blow over soon enough" "They will go in to the next rumor in a few days"
He did make me feel better. Even if the next few days were literally horrible at school. Many people casually passing me in the halls calling me all sorts of name. 'queer boy, faggot, Sissy'. With me shouting back at them all that I was not gay. I even confronted Tina and cussed her out for starting such a terrible rumor. I wanted to start one about her saying she was a whore, but I knew it would not change what most felt about me. They probably would not believe me anyways. Tommy was as usual the only friend as school that stood by me. And I was grateful to him for it.
"Fuck them!" He huffed
Even when many called him my boyfriend he stayed true as my friend. He even got into a fight because on it. I worried that the fallout would tarnish him at school. But he did not seem to care. He was truly a guide friend. And he was right, people did move on to the next gossip. Assaulting one of the girls at school because she was pregnant. Her story was true and it only made it worse for her. So indeed my gaydum' had been forgotten. At least for now.
"Fucking assholes" I said to myself in my room one night "They don't care about my feelings" "They only care about the gossip" "Hope they all get what's coming to them"
It was a hateful wish, but I figured I was due restitution for what had been done to me.
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To be continued