This is a fictional story. It is based on many experiences and fantasies of the author. If you are really into graphic sex, it may not satisfy your purpose for coming here. If you like to hear of real love and real teen angst, with a little sex thrown in, you are in the right place. There may be some amount of graphic sex between males. If this is objectionable to you, or you are legally too young to be here, you are cordially invited to press your back button.
From Chapter 4:
When we went to bed, Garth stayed down in my bigger double bed. It was somehow even nicer than at home. Even though we wouldn't "do" anything with Randy there, I think we both felt much more at ease in our own bed and -- not worrying about what my parents thought or could hear.
Even though we didn't "do" anything, we did sleep nude and cuddled and very quietly kissed and fondled each other. As I was falling asleep, I thought I heard sniffing on the other side of the room.
Chapter 5
As I was getting ready for school the next morning, Garth was in the bathroom. "Garth -- Do you know what these tick marks are on the bathroom door frame?"
"Oh!" Randy said, sheepishly, sitting up in his bed, and rubbing his eyes. "I -- those are -- I mean -- I did that."
"What do they mean?"
"Well, I grew 1/4 inch over the summer, so I was just keeping track if I grew any more here."
"What??" I exclaimed. "You mean you have grown almost an inch?"
"You mean you didn't notice my pants are getting a little high water? You guys are supposed to notice detail like that!"
"Us guys? So we are now categorized?"
"Well, I just thought - "
"DUDE!" Garth said, "I'M NOT -- I'm not like that. I'm not even sure I'm gay!"
"Right!"
Garth turned a deep red and proceeded. "I -- I might be bi, you know!"
"Yah -- you might be. And I might be Bill Gates -- but I'm not!" It was said all in fun. "And you just MIGHT be in denial!"
I stepped over to Randy, and whispered closely in his ear, "Hey! Don't go there! He is kinda sensitive about that still."
"Hey, Garth, you know I'm kidding!" Randy hollered.
"Uh, Denny?" Randy said.
"Yeah?"
"I decided I want to come with you guys for Thanksgiving. I don't want to be stressed during my break..
"Yah -- okay!" I said. It was not a very gracious answer, but I was a little pissed that he was screwing with my babe's head. I went into the bathroom, closed the door, and embraced my buddy, kissing him deeply. He kissed me back with a hunger! "I sure love you, Sexy man!" I said.
"Thanks. I needed that. I don't know -- I guess I'm -- you know, but - "
"You mean gay, Dude? -- you can say it -- you can say anything to me!"
"Yeah, I -- guess I am, but -- it -- I just kinda still choke when I think about it."
"I know you do, sweetie. And I under - "
"And -- shit! I don't wanna hurt your feelings either, but -- could you not call me that? I -- I'm not a fem, am I?"
"Well, no but -- well -- maybe I am -- a little. It just feels so natural.. But if it bothers you - "
"It does! I don't mind when you call me Goth. No one else calls me that. But - "
"Okay, I think I got the idea -- DUDE!" I said.
"Yah -- that's cool."
AS we were walking out the door, Randy called after us: "Hey, I'm gonna be late tonight. I'll knock before I come in!"
What a guy!
"As we were walking toward our classes, I just touched his hand. He jerked it away. "Sorry," he said, "That was uncalled for. I'm just a little -- uh -- paranoid or something, I guess. See you after practice"
"It's a date!" I said, chuckling. He did not respond.
I had a little trouble concentrating all day. Was he having second thoughts -- about us? In my mind, I rehearsed almost every moment of the weekend, including this morning. I justified to myself that I was the one that was being paranoid. Still - - -.
I had short band practice. I got home earlier than usual. Something haunted me as I put my key in the door. I knocked. No answer. I opened it slowly, and carefully put my head in. No one there. I relaxed a little. I closed the door and flopped down on the bed, looking at the ceiling. The next thing I knew, I was on a roller coaster. It was so real. I felt my back jerk as the car I was in caught the track that pulled me up high to the crest of the ride. My arms flexed as I gripped the bar, and strained to see over the top. When I got to the top, the car tipped over the edge and I plunged toward the bottom. I was aware of others screaming. I knew the ride was safe enough, yet it was still scary.
I rounded one corner up high and there was no track! My car burst into the air in a free fall. I tried to scream, but I couldn't! Finally I was about to hit another ride, when I let out a scream, which woke me up. I sat up straight, and was sweating, shaking!
As my breathing came back to normal, I remembered that Randy would not be here, so, even still a little shaky, I went into the head and turned on the water for the shower. I knew that one of Garth's favorite things was showering with me, but I needed this. And I wanted to be perfect for him when he walked in the door. He would be all sweaty, because he usually worked out a little after swimming practice. I loved his sweaty smell. If he wanted me to join him in the shower again, I could do that.
I stood under the hot, hot water and let it drain me of all the tension. I opened a new razor and shaved really close. (I usually use an electric, but I wanted to be perfectly shaven for him today.) I scrubbed myself clean -- twice! Rather than towel off, I air-dried. I heard it makes your skin retain more water or something -- makes you softer. As I was drying, I combed my hair. It was getting kinda long, and it gets curly when it gets longer. I think he likes that. Gives me a superman look -- except for the brown eyes.!
I sprayed some CK1 into the air and walked through it. (I saw Phoebe do that once on "Friends", and it was funny at the time, but it looked cool to me, so I did it.) I put on my white boxers, swiped my under arms with deodorant and put on my whitest tee shirt.
I had just lain down with a text book when he came hurrying in the door. I jumped up off the bed and went toward him. "Don't!" he warned. "I'm all smelly and -- WOW! You are -- you look amazing! And you smell great too - I mean -- WOW!" Now I KNOW I don't wanna touch you before I get cleaned up!"
He stripped off his black sweats and tee shirt. I was watching his so hungrily he blushed. He started for the bathroom door, still in his tightie-whiteys. I stuck out my lower lip and lowered my head. "Aw, Dude, At least give me a kiss!"
He exhaled and came to me and pecked me on the cheek. "That'll do for now -- no -- don't -- don't touch me -- I'm all sweaty and disgusting!"
I threw my arms around him and said, "Come on, please! I love your smell!" I pulled him, struggling all the way, down on top of me on the bed. I held him there. He could have burst loose, but he just got a resigned look on his face. "Goth, Babe, do this just for me! We can shower together when we're done!"
"But - - but - - I'm so -- I mean you're so -- um -- clean. I smell like- "
"I don't care what you smell like -- I mean, I LOVE your smell. Don't you get that?"
I then kissed him deeply and reached into his briefs and his dick leaped at my touch. He groaned and then sighed, as he looked into my eyes. My eyes must have convinced him. He came back at me with a passion I had not seen from him. I worked his underwear off him. We kissed again. Both of us at once started to caress each others' bodies like we were starved for each other. We somehow ended up in 69 position. We never had done it. I started to lightly suck on him and he did something I hadn't known about yet.
He teased my testicles with his tongue, and then took one completely in his mouth. I drew in my breath and held it, not knowing what to expect. He just sucked on it, knowing how gentle he needed to be. Then he did the other. After that he did something which almost sent me through the ceiling. He licked the small area between my anus and my ball sack. I quietly shrieked, and then did it again as he nosed around down there. I was REALLY glad I had washed up so thoroughly!
I was about to say, "Man, you been to the library again?" when he licked his little finger and inserted it in my butt! I let out a piercing scream- quietly of course -- and must have about squeezed his finger off! And he said, "Shhhh!" I started panting because it was all I could do to stand what he was doing without screaming out loud. It felt so incredible as he stuck his finger in and out -- in and out. As he was doing this he started to lick the corona of my glans. It was almost more than I could stand. I started to suck on him as I grew more accustomed to what he was doing.
As I bobbed on his, he started to thrust it violently. I was so turned on and yet so intent on what I was doing for him, I didn't notice until the last moment that I was about to cum. I tried to pull out, but he just grabbed my butt and kept forcing me to thrust as he kept up his own pumping.
Almost simultaneously we both started to buck and groan! My heart was going wild! I spilled all my stuff down his throat and the feeling was so intense I hardly noticed his was shooting at the same time.
Both of us completely spent, I crawled up to his mouth and kissed his more passionately that ever before. He returned it with equal gusto. Our hearts were still racing -- almost in time with each other. They had just started to subside, when there was a soft knock at the door.
"It's okay!" Garth hollered, breathy. Garth pulled the sheet up and Randy popped his head in.
"You guys here?" It was dark in the room, so his eyes were not adjusted yet. "Sniff-sniff! Whewwwy! Smells like sex in here!"
"Care to join us?" Garth said.
"I think I'll pass this time, K?"
Garth got up and headed for the bathroom.
"Nuh-uh!" Randy said. "I get it first. You guys will just have to lay there in your -- JUICES -- while I take my shower. As we heard the water going, Garth grabbed me. "No use wasting time!" He held me close and kissed me. Boy, Randy was right! We DID smell like sex -- cum to be exact! As we kissed I felt his hand go back down to my dick and it was rock solid hard again.
He quickly scooted down and wrapped his mouth around it again. He took it off long enough to say, "Relax, Sweetie!" He then licked his middle finger and pushed against my anus. No way! "Relax! Push out like you're takin a crap!"
I did as I was told, and it easily slipped in. He found his way to what felt like the bottom of my dick -- I later learned it was my prostrate -- and flipped at it while he sucked and the started bobbing at my staff. I came in record time, and was nearly out of my mind before I finished. I wasn't too out of breath this time, but my heart was beating so fast, I wondered if it could somehow come crashing out of my chest! As I lay there, Randy emerged from the bathroom.
"Your turn, lovers!" He said and he giggled and walked past us in his naked glory. "I'm very sorry, but, you guys really stink!" He walked over to his drawer bent over, seeming to be agonizing as he chose which identical pair of boxers he would wear. In the mean time, we got an excellent shot of that beautiful ass! Was it my imagination that he was wagging it at us? Probably! I was still swaying, close to delirium myself!
At least Randy was good enough to keep his back to us as we escaped into the bathroom. I shut the door behind us. Garth whispered, "WOW! I'm sure glad you insisted on taking our shower AFTER we played!"
"Yeah! You've been checking out some more stuff on the internet again, haven't you?"
"Did you like that?"
"Omigod, yes! It was so awesome. I can't wait to try it on you!"
"Yeah," he said, "well -- I'm in no hurry."
What?
"How do I smell?" I asked.
"What?"
"Was that so hard to understand? How do I smell?"
"You smell," he started, then sniffed me up and down. I giggled. "You actually smell great!"
"So do you!" I answered. "Let's not shower yet."
"Yet? If not now, then - - when?"
"Tomorrow morning?"
"I stink!" he protested. "I small like B.O.! I have to clean up!"
"I want to smell you the way you are -- all night!"
"I don't think Randy will like it!"
"Who do you love more - me or Randy?"
"That's not fair! I don't want to offend him."
"But you don't mind offending me?"
"C'mon! It's going to offend you if I take a shower?"
"Only because I asked you not to." I said, and I stuck out my lower lip and made it quiver.
HE smiled and said, "Well, only because you are so cute! And because I love you so much!" We brushed our teeth, combed our hair and washed our hands. I allowed him that much!
We went back to the room and studied, each at his own desk. It then occurred to me. "Randy -- I thought you said you would be late tonight."
"OH! I -- Sorry! Guess I forgot! I wanted to give you guys some space -- well obviously I did -- hee hee -- but I'm sorry if it put a cramp on the rest of the night."
"Actually it's okay, as it worked out. I was just a little worried -- that -- well -"
"Don't. It's fine with me. I just would not like it if you just blew me off and started playing when I was here. Those times I came in and surprised you? I was okay. Like I said, I just don't want you to flaunt it in my face. I -- well -- really, I feel -- like -- you are both my best friends -- my real brothers!"
"So," Garth said, "You don't care that we sleep together."
"Not really. You wanna know the truth?" In a way, I feel a little -- er -- left out."
"Really??!!"
"Don't get me wrong -- I would never -- you know -- but, I -- well, I mean, you KNOW I don't have anyone! I really do envy you guys your relationship."
"You'll find someone, Dude!" Garth said. "You will!"
"I suppose. I sure am looking forward to getting out of here next week. I was hating the thought of going home! I may run over and say hi to my mom. Where exactly do you live, Denny?"
"Right near Taft and Garden grove Blvd."
"Really?" he replied. "How is it we never knew each other -- oh! I graduated 4 years before you! My mom lives just across the freeway from you guys! Well, whoever is there, it'll be too crowded for me! I'm not going to tell her I will be that close. I'll just drop in on her. You did tell you folks I was coming right?"
"Oh yeah. No problem."
"I've done enough damage here. You guys about ready for bed?" Randy said.
"Depends." Garth said. " I'm not finished with my homework, but I can hardly keep my eyes open. Must be the company!"
"K -- well, g'night!" He said and he slipped out of his boxers and into his sheet.
We did the same. We all lay there staring at the ceiling -- well at least I was staring at the ceiling! I heard Randy again in his nightly ritual. I heard my sweetheart's breathing slow way down. I fondled my crotch, and listened as Randy's breathing and rhythm reached a peak and then he was breathing in great gulps, finally slowing down to a sleeping rate. I turned my head over to Garth. I took a deep draft of his aroma. It almost made me drunk, it smelled so sexy and good. I scooted down and lay my face across his chest.
He patted my back and mumbled something. I let my face slide down to where my nose was in his arm pit and I breathed deep. It was very strong and very musky. Also very intoxicating! I made a low satisfied sound. Garth mumbled, "You're sick!" and patted my butt and held his hand firmly on it. I fell asleep that way. When I woke up later on, I was no longer on top of him, but his arm was up over his head, and my nose was directly in his arm pit. I again breathed deep and went back to sleep. As far as I was concerned, this was next to heaven.
The rest of the week, we found ways to be alone in the room. Garth was getting very good at the prostate thing, but would not let me reciprocate. But he did let me try some of the other stuff he taught me. He was at least as turned on when I teased the place under his balls. We did the 69 thing again, but both decided we liked individual service best. It was better to just receive without complicating it with trying to satisfy the other guy at the same time. By the time Wednesday night before thanksgiving came, we were well acquainted with each others' bodies, and what each liked the best.
I liked the double treat of oral and anal delight that he did to me. He seemed to get almost as much doing it for me as I did getting it done to me.
The day we went to my house, Randy was really on edge. Well, his only experience of "family" was his own. He said there was no way he could bring a friend -- or friends -- home for the night. "As a matter of fact," he said, "Will you guys come with me to my place when I go over to visit my mom? The ass hole will have to behave with strangers in the house."
"Anything you say, Dude. You just set the scene and we'll follow the script!"
We got to my place and immediately my mom set him at ease. He was a little nervous when my dad came home, but again in a few moments, he was again relaxed.
We went into my room, knowing we would all have to stay there since both my brothers would be there, as well as my older brother's family. Jack had three little boys. There were no girls in this family! When I opened the door, I was surprised! My folks had bought me a king-sized bed! I thought someone would have to sleep on the floor. Well, I suppose someone still could, but the room is so small that the big bed left no extra room except to walk.
At dinner, my dad said, "You are a baseball player, aren't you, Randy?"
"Yeah, I guess Denny must have told you that, huh?"
"Naw, I could tell from looking at you!"
"You been lookin' at my butt, Mr. Miggs?"
"Heh! Well it's kinda hard to miss, ya' know! Hahahaha! Baseball players always have great butts!"
"Dad!"
"Well, it's true! I could tell that Garth there was a swimmer too! Each sport has its physical characteristic it leaves with it's adherents."
"Unlike a band geek," I said, "who doesn't work any particular muscles, right, Dad?"
"I don't know -- I've seen some trumpet and trombone players with pretty good lookin' lips! "Course it wouldn't look all that good to me -- but I sometimes wondered if the girls liked to kiss those big floppy lips! Then again ya' never know-- in the band maybe it's the other band guys who like to kiss those lips! Hahhahahahaha!"
I wanted to crawl in a hole. Just kill me and get it over with. Both Randy and Garth had bemused, if embarrassed smiles on their faces. After dinner, the guys and I went outside for a walk. It's already getting pretty cool by the end of November in Garden Grove. It was only 6:30 and it was dark already. Unnoticed by Randy, Garth took my hand.
"When are we going to visit your mom?" I asked Randy
"Oh, I guess I will want to put it off til the last minute. I suppose after dinner tomorrow night. I know that he will not act up with you two there, but it still makes me cringe. He is such an ass hole!"
"Boy," Garth said to me, "YOUR dad was sure in rare form tonight."
I shot him a sharp look. Randy was just talking about his ass hole step-dad and then Garth sets onto my dad. "Oh!" he added, "I didn't -- I mean, that had nothing to do with -- Denny -- I like your dad. But I could see you were pretty uptight for a few minutes."
"I'm just glad my brothers were not here yet!" I replied. "Jack has always been too old for me to relate closely with, but Bob is one of my best friends. If he figured it out, I don't know how he would take it. We always made fun of queers growing up!"
"No shit?" Randy said. "I guess I just don't understand you guys's minds! How can you be gay, but ridicule your own lifestyle."
"Hey!" Garth said. "It's not my -- er -- our life style- yet -- er -- or -- maybe never. I -- uh -- I'm not - "
I was hurting already from his stammering. I don't know about if I will ever live "the lifestyle", but I was sure I loved Garth. I guess he saw the hurt on my face. He stopped dead and started to backpedal a bit. "Oh, well, I mean I am pretty committed to you, Den, right now!"
There was a cold silence after that. "Right now?" I thought to myself. What did he mean? We turned the corner and finally Randy said, "I know I asked you this last week, but, when are you going to tell your parents, Denny? I mean - "
"What?!!" Garth said. "I hope it's not while I'm here!"
"Okay,", I started, "First of all, I am not even CLOSE to telling him -- them! Even if it's like you say, that they are suspecting something -- I am not ready for it to come out in the open. Not yet."
Garth looked visibly shaken when Randy asked the question, and equally relieved when I answered. I was pretty comfortable with the fact that I am gay, but Garth was not there yet, and I sure was not ready to tell the world.
"Well, If I was gay -- and especially if I admitted it to myself as you have, Denny," Randy said, "I would tell my folks!"
"Yeah," Garth said, "You pretty much don't give a shit what they think anyway, do you?"
Randy smiled. "Maybe I'll tell my step dad I am even though I'm not -- just to fuck with him! He would go ballistic -- no, nuclear! It would just do me so good to just watch it!"
"You really don't like him, do you?"
"I HATE him!"
When it came time to go to bed, I offered the shower to Randy first, then Garth and I hit it. We were good. We did shower together, and we did touch -- we hugged and kissed even, but we had already decided -- no funny stuff this weekend. The last thing we wanted to do was alienate Randy.
When we came out of the bathroom, Randy was wrapped up in a blanket, on the floor. "Randy!" We stepped over him, and I said, "Randy, you don't have to sleep on the floor -- we won't bite you -- or even kiss you! This bed's plenty big enough for all three of us! I promise we will stay on our side! Besides, Garth might have to go to the bathroom during the night, and step on your face! -- Or worse!"
"I -- I just feel weird! I haven't slept in a bed with another guy since I was about 12!" He protested.
"You don't even have to get under our covers. Just bring your blankee up here! I'd give you a pacifier, but you might not like it!" Garth guffawed at that!
So Randy moved up with us. I was next to the wall, and Garth was in the middle. As soon as Randy lay next to him, he grabbed him in a close hug and would not let him go. Well, cripes! Garth outweighed him by half! Randy tried to be quiet as he struggled to be free. "Lemme go, Ass Hole!" He said a little too loud.
"Hey!" Garth said, "I was just funnin' with you! No need to start name calling!" And then, still holding tight to Randy, he gave him a noogie and let him go.
"Randy, I love you -- but not that way!" Garth said. "My man's here on the other side of me. Chill out dude!"
"Sorry. Guess I'm a little paranoid. I keep thinkin' of my step dad."
"Randy," Garth said, "Do you know that both Denny and I think of you like a brother?"
"I'm not sure I know what that means."
But I thought you said - " Garth shot back.
"I know what I said, but I never had a brother. I just - "
"It means no more than what I said. We love you like a brother. Both of us. We talked about it last week. That's why we wanted you here with us."
"I -- well -- okay -- but - - I still am not sure why you are telling me this while we are lying on this bed with the lights out."
I thought I could see where Garth was going with this. I added, "Randy, let me ask you something."
"What?"
"Have you given any thought to how you feel about -- about us?"
"You -- you mean, er -- you and me?"
"No, blockhead! Get yourself out of paranoia mode! I'm asking how you feel about Garth and me."
"Like, in what way?"
"Man, you can make the simplest conversation hard!"
"Really. I don't know - "
"Randy, do you love us?"
"That's -- tha's a -- a -- studid question!"
"Not really, Dude." Garth said. "We did NOT talk about this, but I know where Den is coming from. Just think about the question and -- just -- well -- answer it to yourself first -- then tell us what you told yourself. Think you can do that?"
"I -- well -- uh, I think -- that is -- I never had any brothers before. I never lived with any other guys before. But -- I -- guess -- yeah, I um -- think you're fine!"
Garth chuckled. "Okay, so you are saying, yes, in your way, you guess you love us. Is that it?"
After a deep sigh, "Yeah, I guess so."
"Man," Garth said, "that was like pulling teeth!"
"Well, guys usually don't ask that kind of question to another guy, in his 20's and who's in your bed!"
"Okay, I'll give you that. So you love us and we love you. Obviously we trust you. Right -- I mean you know more about us than anyone else. We trust that you will not out us before we're ready."
"Okay."
"But what I want to know, is -- do you trust us?"
Now I was lost. I thought I knew where Garth was going,. But now I didn't have a clue.
"What -- what do I need to trust you with, anyway. I've never done anything for you to `tell on'."
"Granted, Dude. But -- well -- we know that you jack off almost every night of your life. That's probably not something you would write home about -- or broadcast in the student center."
"Well, Duh!" Randy said. "But everyone does it. I KNOW that!"
"But not everyone, at 24 years old, does it together with other guys."
"Are you -- what are you getting at?"
"Only that you trust us to an extent that maybe you didn't think of."
"Garth, I'm getting tired -- and I'm sure Denny is too. You have lost me with your -- your -- rambling! Is this going anywhere?"
"Yes, it is! Okay. I want to tell you that you are one of my closest friends. Maybe that's easy to say -- since I never really had any close friends before. But I - " Garth's voice cracked here. "I really do love you like a brother, brother. And I want you to trust me too."
"I told you that I do!"
"Well, no you didn't. It was hard to admit that you love us -- and you never said you trust us -- or me."
Another big sigh. "Okay, I trust you! So what is it you want to ask me -- or say to me?"
"Randy, It's about your dad."
"I never knew my dad."
"Well, I meant, your step dad."
"He's not my dad! He's a fucking ass hole! A bastard!"
"Randy," Garth said in a very even, soft tone, "What did he do to you?"
"He married my mom! That was enough!"
"In itself." Garth said.
"Huh?"
"He married your mom, Randy. That was enough in itself!"
"You're damn fucking right it was! I wish he was dead! Or me!"
"You don't mean that!"
"I do! I DAMN sure wish HE was dead!"
"So, he married your mom. He took her away from you."
"Yeah, and - " Randy was way too emotional about this.
"What else did he take from you, bro? You can tell us!"
"He -- he -- SHIT!" And Randy started to sob. He knew he couldn't make a lot of noise, so he sobbed and shook quietly -- but violently that it shook the whole bed.
"What did he do to you, Randy?" Garth asked again. "Did he molest you?"
"He -- he -- I'm gonna kill him!" he whispered.
"No you're not. You are 24 now -- it was in the past."
"The last time was last year! He -- he -- he's twice my size!" Randy said as if that excused the situation.
"what did your mom say?"
"What?" Randy sounded surprised by that last question.
"When you told her -- what did she say?"
"How do you know - "
"I just do. What did she say?"
"She -- she -- she -- didn't -- didn't believe me."
"Why didn't she believe you?"
"Because! I didn't tell her until last year! It went on for years! YEARS!
And I didn't tell her -- or anyone! Now she just thinks I am trying to make trouble for him. She knows I hate him!"
It was hard for Randy to talk, he was sobbing so hard.
"Get out of bed." Garth said.
"What -- why?"
"Just do it -- get out of bed!" While he was getting out, Garth whispered to me -- "follow my lead -- and don't -- uh -- well -- no genital contact!"
I was clueless. But he motioned for me to follow him. Randy was sitting on the edge of the bed. Garth stood up and beckoned for Randy to stand. He was emotional enough by now that he just did as he was told. Garth took him in his arms, and again motioned to me to get on his backside. We held him between us, being careful not to smother him -- or to do anything that would be considered sexually provocative.
He just stood there for a moment, but then he moved closer to Garth, putting his cheek on Garth's chest. Garth told me with his eyes to close the gap. We must have stood there for 7 or 8 minutes. All during this time, Randy went from sobbing to sniffing, to breathing hard, to breathing softer. I felt his heart slow down. And then a long shuddering, high pitched sigh.
"You're gonna be okay, Dude!" Garth said. Randy looked at him and squeezed him harder and then kissed his cheek. Then Garth said, "You can talk about this any time, if you want to, Dude. But now you know that we know and that we love you no matter what. Shall we go to bed now?"
"Yeah." Randy whispered hoarsely.