Friends or What

Friends or What?-Chapter IIV AUTHOR: Barry Mattison

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INTRODUCTION:

This is a fictional story about how two young guys grew up as friends since 3rd grade and are now in their Junior year ready to end the year, planning summer vacation. One likes the other and has had a crush on him for some time, but doesn't really know what that means, the other has a girlfriend and doesn't really see anything beyond his childhood friend other than their friendship. The characters in "Friends or What?" are all fictional and any semblance to real persons--living or deceased--is purely coincidental.

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This fictional story and others written and published by this author are written for the gay reader in particular and describe scenes of male nudity and sexual acts between two or more guys that some readers may find inappropriate and/or unsuitable for their reading. Please do not read any further if you find such reading offensive or if it may become property of anyone under the age of 21. "Friends or What?" is copyrighted by Barry Mattison under the Registered Trademark Foxstories® and published as StoriesByBm© with exclusive permission to publish given to the Nifty Alliance Archive only. Anyone wishing to use any stories published under either copyright may go to the web site listed above and read the information posted there for legal limitations. Copying, distribution or re-publication of this writing in any other web site, private or otherwise, without written permission of the author is a violation of local, national and international copyright laws and will be pursued to the fullest extent allowable by applicable laws governing that country.

Chapter IV

Todd and Jason are relaxing at Todd's secret spot on top of a mountain on the family farm after their first long horse ride together. They've been having a serious, yet lighthearted at times talk about themselves, their feelings about self image, each other, plus generally enjoying the afternoon looking out over some of the seven hundred fifty seven acres of family land.

Talk turns a little more serious as Todd asks Jason about his internal feelings about him.

"I'm not sure what to say. I feel the same about you, and you already know that I love you, but I'm not going to be something that I'm not. Being gay is something you either are or aren't. I was just as confused as you are, and probably all kids our age are, until someone opened my eyes. Then my heart opened up and I accepted myself for who I am. Nothing would make me happier than to spend the rest of my life making you happy being your lover and partner, but that's not a decision I can make for you. But I can enjoy what we have now as long as you're comfortable with where we are and can hang in there and see where things go."

"Are you kidding, I'm very comfortable around you and I love this place. And by the way, I'm a little hot in the crotch too after that ride. My boxers are all bunched up and chaffing. I'm going to take my jeans off while we eat if you don't mind."

"Not at all. I've had a hard-on all the way up here. Riding does that to me. The horse between my legs, the muscles moving in time with mine, I just can't help it. I wonder if the Indians had the same problem with just those breechclouts they wore. Maybe that's why they even went naked. Time to get some air in there and cool things off."

There we were, lying side by side, on top of the mountain in our boxers, feeding each other sandwiches, watching the horses, looking out over some of the most beautiful scenery either of us had ever seen, enjoying each others' company, and neither of us felt the least bit self-conscious. After a while we lay back, my head on Jason's chest, his arm on my chest with my fingers intertwined in his, and rested in the warm sun.

"Todd?"

"Yeah?"

"How did you ever get through your lousy home life, being yanked around by the courts and agencies, then those nasty foster homes, and still come out of it in one piece.?"

"Who said I got through it? I was in and out of the hospital so many times that you didn't know about. I was depressed all the time about my parents and what they did to me, even angry at them. I even tried to kill myself a few times."

I turned my wrists over and lifted them up to show Jason where I had slit them with razor blades.

"I'm so sorry I wasn't there for you bro. I didn't know how much you were hurting."

He pulled me closer to him and hugged me tight.

"I don't think that there was anything you could have done anyway. I was in the hands of the adults and couldn't see anyone, nobody wanted me, and I wasn't allowed to go out for a while, except for school. Gradually, after I got placed in a better foster home, that's when we started playing together from time to time, but you were the only one that I was allowed to play with. They kept moving me around from home to home because I would get in trouble for fighting back for being mistreated so much. These people get paid to take care of us kids, but they took the money and didn't feed us or buy any clothes; we had to make our own way around. Any time you complained to the Child services the foster parents would have a way around it or put on a show by threatening us. And if we ran away they'd call the police because they had guardianship of us."

"Jeez, no wonder you're always so quiet in school and stay away from people. I'm glad we're friends and that I could help you whenever I could. I have to tell you something. I could never tell if I felt sorry for you because you always seemed to have the same clothes on and were always alone, or if it was something else, but in some way, I've always been attracted to you. I never had the courage to say that to you. Do you ever think you can put the past behind you enough to move forward?"

"Thanks for telling me that. I've had enough therapy to put ten people's past behind me. But things still bother me once in a while. Mostly bad dreams or nightmares about some of the foster parents or getting beat up. I never think of suicide or hurting myself anymore though. I decided one day that I wasn't going to give anybody the pleasure of saying they won and I gave in. Going through all that I did, the thought of being gay or anything like that never even came up. I guess it was before puberty. So in the end, it all worked out. I went through puberty, stayed out of trouble, and kept coming up here for the summers. When I come here I'm at my happiest. That's why it was so hard for me to ask you to come for the summer and why I'm so happy you decided to."

"Wow, I had no idea you've been through so much. I haven't had it so easy, but compared to you I grew up with everything. I feel ashamed. Even more now that I know all that. I should never have treated you the way I did with those bullies. I'm really sorry."

There were tears in his eyes and he was sobbing. I sat up, turned around, crossed my arms on his chest and put my chin on them so I could look him in the eye.

"You've done nothing wrong to me that I couldn't handle. In my eyes, as I told you before, and will always tell you, you are the most wonderful person I know and I love you. It may not be a two-way street, but there's always hope."

"I wish and hope with all my heart that I find that same feeling deep inside me that you have for me because to not have you with me for the rest of my life would hurt me and leave a hole in my heart. I can tell you that I am starting to understand my thoughts, my feelings, and my sexuality much better out here without the pressure of Linda and without any pressure from you. Do you realize that anything we've done together has been instituted by me, and you've never asked for anything in return?"

"I know."

"Thanks. I'll tell you a secret. I've never had sex with Linda. She is always pushing me to, but I keep putting her off with an excuse. I don't know why I didn't want to – jeez, most of the football team probably already has – but I just didn't want her to push me until I was ready. She makes me feel like I'm some sort of trophy that has to be conquered, always getting up as close to me as she can, running her long fingernails up and down my arms – which makes me cringe – even grabbing my crotch when somebody is looking as if it's hers. She's doing a better job of driving me away than anything."

"I sort'a saw that happening with her. She gave me that 'look' the day I wanted to ask you to come up with me for the summer. It was that glare that said 'stay away, he's mine' that made me take off again that day."

"I don't blame you. She has a look that can scare the hair off a cat."

We both started laughing and rolling on the ground when he said that. This time I ended up flat on my back, pinned down by Jason. He leaned down and kissed me long and hard...longer and harder than he had ever done so far.

"I feel so comfortable with you. Let me ask you something, do you become gay, are you born that way, can you like both, what do you know about all this?"

"Well, first of all, it's starting to get later in the afternoon, so we should pack up and start down. Once we get loaded up we can talk then, or we could talk later in bed. Your choice. By the way, is that a tree limb that fell between us or are you glad to see me?"

"He lifted himself off me and we looked at, sure enough...it was a tree limb. Let's talk in bed tonight, I have a feeling we're going to go to bed early after all this riding."

"Okay, plus we have to cool the horses off, brush them down, feed them and make sure they're okay for the night. Then WE get to eat, shower and get to bed. Don't ever forget that the animals come first."

"Let's get going then. Maybe we better get dressed too before starting back."

"If it was up to me I'd just wear boxers all summer and not much else."

"Handy...and sexy too!"

It was getting late when we got back to the barn. The sun had almost set and the early evening sky was bright with the vivid gold and orange rays of the quickly setting sun. We put blankets on the horses to cool them down since we had run them a little more on the way back and walked them around for a bit, then brushed them down, fed them and said good night. Mr. Jenkins was still there and said he'd shut out the lights. We headed up to the main house with its warm, inviting porch light glowing like a lighthouse beacon, drawing us towards food and rest.

"Could you push me up the stairs please bro," Jason asked.

"Sure thing, but then you'll have to turn around and pull me up after you."

"My pleasure."

As we opened the screen door the bugs were flying in our face and Jason swallowed one.

"Yuck, I hope dinner tastes better."

"Well I'll be skunked if you boys don't look tired .. are you hungry? I have meat and potatoes with fresh vegetables already cooked?"

I looked at Jason and said, "we're so tired we just wanted to get to bed after a shower if you don't mind granny. We took quite a long ride today, had a wonderful time, but we're exhausted."

Granny frowned a little, but then her face lit up again at the thought of doing something for us.

"Well, why don't you boys go get your shower, come back down and pick up your dinner, glass of milk and a piece of chocolate cake I made for ya', and then you can eat upstairs tonight. You know I usually disapprove of such a thing, but I think this is a special night and we can overlook the rules just this once."

"Thank you granny, I love so much. You've always been so good to me."

"That's because you're my favorite grandson, and now I have a new one."

Jason blushed, but walked up to her and gave her a peck on the cheek, which she just loved.

We slowly walked up the stairs to the bedroom, grabbed some white 2xist bikini underwear and clean t-shirts to change into and hobbled into the shower after a short delay in trying to get jeans off our funny-shaped, sore legs. With a little help from each other we managed to finally strip and get into the shower. This presented another problem in that we couldn't bend down, move very far... really move at all. It was as if we were turning to stone. After about fifteen minutes under the hot water our muscles did manage to loosen up enough to at least get the smell off and wash each others' hair and bodies. Done with that, we stood under the hot water for a few more minutes, then got out, drying each other off.

"Man, I never realized that horseback riding could hurt so much."

"It gets much easier the more you do it. In a few weeks you'll think nothing of riding bareback. You might walk bow legged, but at least it won't hurt."

"Let's go get some food and bring it back up and eat so we can get into bed. Can we go down in just our skivvies?"

"Let's just throw some t-shirts on. Granny 's used to me walking around that way all the time. I even feel a little better after that hot shower and a little hungry."

"Okay, let's go...after you bro."

Ten minutes later we were back with our dinner. There was a nice table in the bedroom with a few comfortable chairs, so we sat down and ate our dinner.

After eating we cleaned up, brushed our teeth, did the bathroom thing – alone of course – and climbed into bed. I figured I'd take the dishes down first thing in the morning. But granny would have none of that. The intercom scared us to death when it came alive.

"Are you boys through with your dishes?"

"I forgot to tell you about that thing." I said, as we landed back on the bed. I got up, pressed the call button, told granny we were done and would bring the dishes right down."

Again came the infernal blast from the fog horn, "Thanks sonny."

I think she knew all about the frightening aspect of this thing and used it occasionally to bring all the warm blooded critters in the house to their knees. I rushed the dishes down, gave her a kiss on the cheek and a thanks for letting us have dinner in the room, telling her that we had used the table and cleaned it all up, then said goodnight and headed back to bed. She just smiled. Sometimes I wonder what she was like when she was younger.

When I got back to the room Jason was lying on top of the covers in his white bikini briefs on. That's all he had on! I smiled, shut the door, locked it and jumped into bed, bouncing right over the top of Jason and landed on the edge of the bed. Jason grabbed me just as I began to fall off.

I wasn't even paying attention to my dilemma. "Those are so sexy. What's up with lying on top of the blanket. I thought you were tired?"

"I was, but you promised to answer my questions I asked this afternoon and I wanted to dress appropriately."

I broke out laughing and jumped back up on top of his muscular body, fell off to the side and snuggled up to him.

"So sexy, I understand you want to know more about how you know if you're gay, bi, straight, all that stuff."

"Well, something like that. Like these feelings I'm starting to have for you, especially right now. The butterflies in my stomach when I see you smile at me, or touch me like I used to feel when Linda first did, or the sudden interest I have in touching you, feeling you all over, yet I still hold back."

"Hold back...why do you hold back?"

"I don't know, maybe because I'm afraid of how you'll react, how I'll react, maybe because of what other people will think of me even though we're alone here, I don't really know."

"It's all okay, that's exactly the same way I felt too because I was so worried about what everyone else would think about me. But then I realized since I was a nobody anyway, what would I have to lose after all I've been through. But I can see where you're coming from. You're looked up to so much at school. There's a lot of pressure on you to conform to what everyone thinks you should be. That's a lot of stress for you to carry around on your shoulders that you shouldn't have to. You have more to lose than I do in the eyes of other people, but then again...are you going to live the rest of your life for everyone else or for yourself? That's another hard question and one only you can answer. I don't think the question is whether you are gay, bi or straight. I think it's that everyone else faces the same questions as we grow up. My therapists have always told me that all this is just a part of the process of developing our self image, the basics of who we will become as adults. You're not alone. By who's rules do we live by, meaning, do we believe in ourselves enough to stand up to those who disagree and bully us around, or do we have the strength to say, 'this is who I am, if you don't like it then walk away and leave me alone. Are you going to always follow the crowd and let peer pressure dictate what you do, where you go, when you go there, and all that stuff? We're in our last year of high school. What crowd are you going to follow then?"

"Jeez, where'd you come up with all that?"

"I told you I've been through enough therapy to treat the both of us. But I understand things differently now because of it. I understand when it's okay to stand up and speak out – sometimes – and when to shut up. Mostly I prefer to keep quiet and listen, as you know. You also know how I feel about you without a doubt don't you? I tell you every day because that's how I really feel. You either accept it or reject it and I deal with it."

"Yes. You've been very outright and honest about your feelings, but reserved and thoughtful about my feelings. I really respect you for that."

"Well, whenever I see you, and this goes for several years now, my stomach turns upside down and gets butterflies in it, I can't speak right, I can't think right, I do stupid things in front of other people, I go home and stay awake all night seeing you and wanking off thinking about you; I dream about you and I living together...to me I absolutely love you more than anything or anybody else in the world; I know we were meant to be together for life, but, I also know that until you make a decision about yourself, that dream will never come true. Do you want my honest answer to your original question?"

"Yes, of course I do."

"I know in my heart that you are gay from everything you've said while we've been here, the little bits and pieces I've picked up on, the ease with which you and I lay here so comfortably together. But like I said, it's up to you to make the decision whose life you're going to live. Now I can be wrong, but only time will tell."

Jason looked at me without a word and started running his hand through my hair.

"I understand what you're saying. I am what I am, and I was born that way. But it's all these other influences that are shaping how I live. It comes down to whether I want to be happy and be who I am, or be miserable and be who everybody else wants me to be."

"That's about the sum of it."

"I always did feel like I was pressured by the guys to go out and party, get drunk and cause problems because I was supposed to act as a 'straight, pussy chasing guy'. At the after game parties I hated it when the girls jumped into your lap and wanted to fuck right there in front of everyone else like it was some kind of trophy while the other guys watched. I always slipped out the back and later made up some excuse about being too drunk. The more and more I think about all these things, the more I realize that after analyzing everything and comparing it to being here with you, free to be me, no strings, I realize that I really have no interest in girls at all, or girls and boys."

I put my finger over his lips and stopped him before he said anything else.

"Before you say anything else, think about everything, what's in your heart, not your head, where are your feelings right now, where will they be a week from now, a year from now, ten years from now. The reason I say this is that being gay is not a choice. We are born the way we are born and we can't be 'modified' like some people think to be something else, although a lot of people say they can change us, I don't believe it's possible. I've never seen a straight person 'modified' into a truly gay person. So think before you speak, then tell me from your heart what you hear because you can do a lot of damage to my heart with a few words, spoken or unspoken."

I laid back down and thought about our relationship and how far it had come in the short time we'd been here at the ranch this summer. It was only a few minutes before Jason cleared his throat, an indication that he was ready to speak his mind I assumed. I just hoped he was careful with his choice of words knowing how sensitive I was. I rolled on my side and looked right into his beautiful green eyes, knowing they don't lie, waiting for him to speak.

"Okay, I know what I want to say because I've been thinking about it for some time now, in fact, longer than just the last few minutes. It's only here and now, after hearing everything you've said, that I can say it with the conviction I really feel deep down inside."

I lifted my head up and looked at him closer in the eyes. They always made me shiver with delight when I did, but this time I was a little afraid of what he was going to say.

"Todd," he said simply, lifting my chin up slightly with his fingertips, "I know who I am and what I want now, and that is...you, tonight, tomorrow, next week, and forever. I have the butterflies here and now as I look at you and those beautiful eyes of yours, and I want to wake up every morning and be able to look at them looking back at me. I....LOVE...YOU and you only."

The tears of happiness began running down my cheeks so fast that I couldn't even speak. He wrapped both arms around me and pulled me tight to him. I could hear his heart beating fast, smell his body, that unique smell only he possessed. I had told him that I loved him so many times already that all of a sudden I couldn't say anything.

"What," he said, "speechless all of a sudden?"

"I love you too, you've made me the happiest Todd in the whole world. I don't have all the answers about our future, how we'll handle school, all that, but we'll do it together, side by side."

We lay there, holding each other as tight as possible until Jason slowly picked me up and placed me on my back.

I didn't say anything but let him do as he wished.

"It's my turn now," was all he said as he climbed up beside me and kissed me long and hard.

Gently he kissed my forehead and all around my face as I closed my eyes and relaxed. It was as if a gentle breeze was blowing about my body without actually touching me, yet I was getting so sexually stimulated that pre-cum was leaking out of the pole straining to free itself from my bikini underwear. I felt the sensation of a tongue trailing its way down my thin legs, slowly licking the insides of each thigh just enough so I could feel it, but not enough so I could tell where it was heading next. He was so gentle, so loving, and SO sensual. I could feel a large wet spot at the tip of my shaft as it leaked like a slow drip faucet. Jason's moving around my body so smoothly and lovingly, combined with the fact that this was the first time he had reciprocated my efforts was such a turn-on that I was almost ready to cum at any moment. My body was involuntarily reacting to his touching in all the right places by lifting up off the bed; my cock got harder and leaked more and more as I moaned and groaned softly while running my fingers through his hair. Soon I felt a tongue rub the tip of my slippery cock through my wet briefs. Then he started sucking my cock into his mouth through my briefs and rubbing his tongue up and down the shaft, grasping it with his lips at the same time and sucking it in and out. I was literally lifted off the bed by my hips as he did this. As I settled back down, I felt fingers gingerly pull my briefs up and over my cock, which slapped my stomach, spreading pre-cum up to my navel. A tongue followed, starting at my navel and lapping up the juices until it got to the swollen, leaking source. Slowly Jason opened his mouth and surrounded the head with his hot mouth, imitating the same motions I had done to him. Slowly he started moving up and down the full length, occasionally gagging on my six and a half inch cock until he finally got to the bottom. Although my dick was only six and a half, maybe seven inches long, it was big and thick. After swirling his tongue around the base a moment and trying to hold me somewhat still, he started moving up and down, faster and faster until I was close to cumming.

"I'm...ahh... goi..n..g ..... cu....m..ahhh!" I tried to warn him, but it was too late.

I exploded with five or six large loads of my teenage spunk that had been rolling around inside my balls for many weeks. Cum was leaking out the side of Jason's mouth, but he kept sucking and swallowing while I kept pumping more down his willing throat. Finally, exhausted from the biggest load I'd ever dumped, ever, Jason licked up the cum around the base of my cock, suck it in a few more times, in and out, then slowly slid his way up my chest, reaching my mouth where we shared my cum between us. I'd never tasted my own cum before. It was a little salty but sweet at the same time. Coming from Jason's mouth it was nectar as far as I was concerned.

"Are you happy my little Toddy?"

"Oh so happy babe. You learn very fast. Now you lay back."

I didn't waste any time in tantalizing and teasing his hard cock with my mouth before pulling his bikini underwear down, following that treasure trail of mixed hair and cum down to the head of his seven inch meaty cock and giving him the hottest blow job he'd had since I did it the last time. Within minutes he was coming load after load down my eager throat; his sweet cum gradually slowing until I moved back to the top and cleaned off his cock, waiting for the last little bit to come out. Just for good measure I grabbed his still stiff rod and pumped it up and down a few times while licking the tip, catching the remainder of his cum and holding it in my mouth, sharing it with him as we kissed deep and sweet."

He too had never tasted his own cum like that and was now no longer afraid of it as being something ill-tasting or wrong. We kissed and shared for several minutes before hugging tightly together and rolling over with him on top of me.

"Now I know what true love is, and while the sex is a part of it, it's the sharing on such a deep level, without words; it's the the inner thoughts and feelings, the sensual feelings of touching and being touched. All of those things plus more make me love you so much."

"As do I."

"Let's take a quick shower to clean up and crawl under the comforter so we can snuggle together for the night. I'm suddenly feeling so peaceful, and my mind is quiet now, but my body is a wreck from today."

"Okay rookie, quick shower and then warm each other up under the covers. I can't wait."

In five minutes we were climbing under the covers and turning out the lights. Jason got behind me, wrapping his left arm over and around my chest and his right arm under my neck, then pulled me into a spooning position. In less than thirty seconds we were both asleep, lost in love for the very first time. That was the way we would always sleep when we were together from then on.

The next week went by so fast. Horseback riding, hiking, catching more crawlers and throwing out the old, dead smelly ones, fishing almost every day, trout for dinner or cooked right where we caught them, occasional sex on the dock or at the secret spot, hours and hours of getting to know everything about each other...we became inseparable. None of this went without notice by granny either.

One day she stopped us as we came up the porch after a ride up the mountain fishing.

"Hi boys, what'cha got there, more trout?"

"Yeah, good big ones too."

"I've been noticing how close you two have become lately. I may be a little old, but I can recognize the signs of love when I see them. I just want you two to know that I realize that times are a changing and things have become more acceptable now than they used to be. I believe that love is love and it's easy to see that you two are truly in love, even at your young age; I'm not one to lecture or stand in your way. I love both of you and I'm not about to change how I feel at this point in my life. You've both have had your own struggles growing up and it's time that you had some peace and love in your life. That' all I'm gonna' say about that. Now get on with 'ya and clean them fish for dinner."

"Thank you for understanding granny. Yes we do love each other and always will, and we love you too for being so supportive of us. Thank you."

We both gave her a kiss on opposite sides of her cheeks at the same time as she smiled and then took off to clean the fish for dinner.

Granny sat there thinking about something a little longer before going inside, picking up the phone and making a few calls.

A few days later Jason and I were sitting on the porch talking to granny in the early afternoon when a long, black limousine pulled up into the yard.

We all looked at each other wondering who it might be when the back door opened and out stepped Linda. My jaw dropped to the next step. What the hell was she doing here, and moreover, how did she find out where we lived? Suddenly my thoughts turned to Jason. I turned quickly to see him sitting there, his face as white as a ghost.

"Hi boys, how's your summer going. How's my boyfriend, did you miss me? I decided to cut my vacation short and my parents were able to track you down with the help of my daddy's private investigator so I could come visit. So, what shall we do?" Jason looked at me just as I turned to look at him.

"What are you doing here Linda? You never called or asked to come here?"

"I just figured that since you're my boyfriend you'd be glad to see me and work things out."

"I'm always glad to see a classmate and friend, but I don't think it's right that you should just drop in unannounced like this. Are you here for the day?"

"Well, that's the thing see, my parents are still away and I sort of have to stay with you until they get back, but that won't be a problem will it? After all, you guys have separate rooms don't you, and you and I can sleep together?"

I sat there wondering whether this bitch had balls under that skirt or something I didn't know about. She sure acted like it.

She came over to the porch and sat down, conveniently sliding up close to Jason, leaning on him and fiddling with his fingers. He looked over her back at me and I could see that he was in sheer terror. Now what were we going to do? I couldn't stand having her around my lover, but if she knew that she would be the first to get on her phone and spread the word all over the place about us and I didn't want to hurt Jason.

"Jason, could we speak inside for a moment please?" I asked. "I have to ask granny about this."

We went inside, ran upstairs to our bedroom, shutting the door behind us, and sat on the bed. Jason grabbed my hand. He was shaking so hard that I had to hold both of his hands with mine to quiet him down.

"Now what am I going to do? How could she do this to me, and why?"

"She's not stupid you know. She wants to test us. I think she saw something in my eyes the day that I tried to ask you to come here for the summer. She's here to claim her prize once and for all until she's had you, then throw you away, another one under the bridge."

"I think you're right, but she can make our lives miserable at school you know. Oh shit, I'm screwed, almost literally."

"You mean more miserable than what? More miserable than being thrown into a locker and locked in; more miserable than being called names? What can she do to us if we stand together for a change and be ourselves?"

"That's so easy for you, but I just came out, and only to you, and granny."

"Do you really love me like you say you do?"

"Yes, more than anything."

"Then trust me on this. Let's turn this one around on her for a change and show her how it feels to be on the receiving end."

"How can we do that, I don't have anything to use against her. I mean everybody knows she's a slut at school, but most of the girls pretty much think it's a game and count how many of the guys they can fuck."

"Just trust me."

"Okay," he sighed. "I'm in. What do I do?"

"Here's the plan."

I filled him in on what I had in mind. When I was done we both started laughing.

"Perfect," Jason said. Let's get back down."

We went back down and found Linda picking flowers by the horse corral and the driver sitting on the rocker talking to granny. Jason and I asked her if her driver could wait around for a while. Granny fortunately had already taken care of that by making some lunch, tea and bringing out the molasses cookies – best in the world.

"Come on Linda, let's go down to the horse barn. We'll show you around the place."

"Wonderful, it's so pretty here. I think I'm going to just love living here. I can see Jason and I going off for a horseback ride while you straighten up the barn or do whatever you do until we get back. You can be our horse keeper, or whatever they're called. Just so long as I don't have to do any thing except ride with my sweetheart."

"Oh, I feel so lucky to be your servant ma'am. I hope you have many other menial chores planned for me to keep me out of the way."

"I know one thing Todd, you'll respect me once Jason and I get married, won't he Jason? Huh?" Won't he?"

"Oh but of course my sweetness. He is a bit of a problem this summer, but I've managed to keep him in line."

She turned around and gave me that same look that I'd gotten way back on that day on the school lawn. It was a look of presumptuous vanity and self induced haughtiness that made the hackles on my neck stand up. I was thinking that this is why some animals eat their young, but once again it still produced a hard ball in the pit of my stomach. The only saving grace was when Jason cast a glance my way and winked.

To solidify her place in the group she grasped Jason's hand as they walked, side by side. I walked behind them, pretending to sulk for her benefit, but I'm not so sure if I was really pretending. When we reached the barn Jason showed her around, naming all the horses, the tack and supplies. He even brought out his horse so she could sit up on him, but the horse nipped her in the leg as soon as she sat down on him. I could see Jason look away towards me and down. I knew there was a big smirk on his face. That was something else we'd been noticing lately. We seemed to pretty much be able to know what the other was thinking without speaking. Almost like telecommunication. I can't explain it. We were always finishing each others' sentences, even answering questions at the exact same time with the exact same answers. Weird thing it was.

"Well honey, so shall we go see our bedroom and make up for the time we've been apart this summer?"

Well, I have already made up for all the time I've been apart...from my real love."

Linda had a very confused look on her face. "So you have another girlfriend here? Who is she, a neighbor. I want to meet her. She obviously doesn't even stand a chance compared to what we've shared. Besides, who could turn away such a wonderful, rich package such as myself?"

Meanwhile I had slowly walked over to where they were standing.

"Well, okay, but I don't want to see any fighting between you two."

"Oh no, I'm too sweet for that. Besides, we've been together for too long and know each other too well for me to worry about a little summer fling. What's her name?"

"Well Linda, it's actually a little different than you might think. I'd like to reintroduce you to Todd."

"That's nice, but I know him, he's nothing special. Where's this other girl?"

"Let me try that again, Linda...meet Todd..."

"Huh....what...but...wait a minute, you don't mean you're talking about him? He's a guy. You mean you two are in love? You're a faggot? A queer? And you too Todd – actually I had you pegged anyway – but not you Jason. I blame this on you Todd. You did something to him. Hanging around you made him gay. He was in love with me."

"Shut up Linda, Todd had nothing and everything to do with this. He opened my eyes and my heart and helped me realize who I really was. And you and I were never in love...it was you that was in love with trying to make me the next one in your little lineup of trophies. So here's the thing. I won't be the next name in your black book of boys you've screwed to brag about with your little clique of witches at school. So you can get in your car and leave this place and never come back. I don't want to see you here again, at school, at games, anywhere, ever!"

"I'm going to make your life miserable for you two at school you know. As soon as I leave here everybody will know about this!"

"Well," I said, as Jason and I held hands and stepped back from her, "I figured that you would be low enough to do something like that Miss Thang about town. Remember that last kegger before school ended when the football guys were there, and you had your legs up in the air all night screaming 'bring on the next one, I can handle every one of you'? Well, I just happened to have brought my digital camera along for the fun of it. So, I have quite the collection of pictures that I'm sure your parents, everybody in school, FaceBook, MySpace, the whole world would like to see. Actually there are over fifty, maybe sixty or seventy of them. Most are quite revealing since you were wearing nothing under that pair of short pussy pants. And what college are you applying to, some place with a big name to make daddy proud. They always look at your facebook page now to evaluate your appropriateness for entrance in their school. With these pictures you'll be lucky to get into day care. So go ahead and make all the calls you want. But if I hear one word about it, within thirty seconds the whole world will see your pussy plastered all over the internet, your parents will receive an iPhone email – with pictures – and poor daddy's little sweetheart will be nothing but an embarrassment to that whole snobby family of yours."

"You bastards," she cried. "Jason, you were never anything to me anyway, I just wanted to fuck you because you were so high and mighty; captain of the teams hell, I've probably had better in the computer lab. Mr. good-looking, never goes out, Mr. Clean. Well up yours! I'm out of here!"

"Oh, that just reminded me of the computer lab photo's as well," I piped in.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" she screamed.

With that she headed for the barn door, slipped and fell in some horse pee – compliment's of Jason's horse – got up with gobs of horse shit on her hands and continued back to the house with us walking hand in hand behind her, laughing out loud. She didn't even wait for the driver to open the door but jumped into the front seat and yelled for him to get her out of here now and away from this filthy place.

He slowly got up out of his chair where he had been talking to granny just as we strolled up the stairs, still holding hands. Nodding to us and tipping his hat with a smile, he then climbed into the driver's seat and started the car. In a few seconds a very mad young brat got out of the front seat, slammed the door and climbed in the back seat and slammed that door. As they pulled out of the driveway we saw a smile on the face of the driver as he held his nose with two fingers.

Granny was sitting there rocking away, saying nothing, and neither of us had anything to say as we went inside to lay down for a bit; as we passed by granny we each gave her a kiss on both cheeks.

"Mighty nice day today, isn't it boys."

"Shore is," we both replied at the same time."

Well, sometimes things work out, sometimes they don't. I don't condone profiling or making a group of people all appear as being the same way, but Linda was this way and had it coming to her. So don't feel bad for her, as if that'll happen in this column.

Next chapter release coming right up. Thanks for your fantastic support. Barry