The following story is similar to but not the same as "racing adrenaline." Like RA it's a mostly fictional account based on real people in my life. It stars the same characters as RA, however it is not the same story. RA was a fictional account of someone I knew two years ago, when it was written. I drifted away from that person and the story stopped. However recently that person has oddly returned to my life and while I don't know if it will play into an account like this you never know, right? In the meantime I day dream of what it could be like. Sometimes it sucks being in the closet...or worse, being out to someone you like but you don't THINK they like you back that way. Here's to hoping. The reason I chose to write this alternate story rather than continue with RA is because I wanted to make this a story about more than just sex, which is all RA was. Nothing wrong with that I just want this one to be different and think it'll be easier to just start over from scratch. Hopefully this goes in the directory for RA so you can read both stories and compare, and i may even pick up where i left off with RA. Enough babbling, on with the story.
My Little Soldier, part one.
I met Gene three years ago, give or take. It was by chance, we had similar interests and as a result had the same hang out spot. I thought he was pretty cute, but of course at the time I was entirely in the closet and never would have admitted it. He also had a friend who was inCREDibly hot, my god. But the friend was very straight and rarely around. Gene on the other hand...i wasn't so sure, but I kept to myself.
Gene and I continued to hang out with a bunch of other people and our friendship barely progressed from there. We traded phone numbers but only ever talked to each other to hang out with everyone else, and I didn't think a whole lot of it. Time passed and we grew apart as summer ended, but the next summer we hung out again of course. That summer I found him on myspace and friended him, and that was when I really started to become attracted to him. He had several pictures of himself up that included him being shirtless and damn was he something to look at. He was real skinny but had a gorgeous six pack. In the one he was even wearing a towel that cut pretty low.
That fall, fall of last year, I discovered he was going into the military. This began to worry me that something could happen to him and i'd never have the chance to find out about him. I knew he had a girlfriend at the time as did I, but that doesn't always mean everything. One day I took it upon myself to find out. He had updated his pics for the first time in a long time so I messaged him about it and we got to talking. I figured I had nothing to lose, so I just went out with it. I told him I had an odd question if he didn't mind, and of course he said no. I went the blunt route and just put it all out there. I told him I was bisexual and thought he was really cute, and offered to perform some services on him if he wanted.
He was a bit taken aback as you can imagine. He politely declined, saying that he was in a relationship and wasn't going to jeopardize it. He also said that he had never done anything like that before and wasn't looking to start. I apologized, and he said not to worry, that my secret was safe with him and our friendship was not at stake over it. This was a huge relief for me. Even though we really had no mutual friends I was still worried, but he took it as well as a straight guy getting advances from a gay guy could, and it left me feeling better about it in general. We continued to talk about other things and it slipped my mind.
Shortly after our conversation I found him on facebook and added him there as well. A few weeks after that, he left for basic, and I kinda forgot about him for a while. About a month ago, he finally returned from all his training. I saw his occasional updates and knew about it but said nothing and didn't give it much thought. Then one day I was on facebook and saw that he was too, and decided to send him an IM I hadn't talked to him in a while and just wanted to see what he was up to. I said hey whats up? He responded back with a hey, shortly followed by "That's weird, I was just gonna IM you!" that's odd I thought. We started talking and basic catching up and I decided to take a look at his profile and saw his birthday for this year had come and gone.
"When you turn 21?" I asked. "I been 21," he responded. Sweet. My mind returned to the conversation we'd had a year ago. While I'm not one to use alcohol to my advantage, it can't hurt right? At the least just have a good night out with an old friend. I looked at his profile some more and noticed he had recently listed himself as single. Hmm, thats odd I thought. I went to my news feed thinking maybe he had done that a few days prior. Turns out he had changed it 19 minutes ago. I asked him about it, and he said it had been long over due, he kicked her to the curb. He didn't seem to interested in talking about it though, so I didn't push.
At this point h gears in my head were beginning to turn. The same day he breaks up with his girl, he wants to talk to me, after not talking to me for how long? It made me wonder if the advances I'd put on him a year prior had stuck with him, or if he was just looking for a friend. We continued our conversation, but now I was logging into myspace. I till had our old convo saved to my inbox. I dug it up and read it again. His response had said, that he had never been down that street, and that he wouldn't do that to his girlfriend. Not that he would never do it. This continued the gears grinding in my head.
I decided to make the next move. Now that he was single, it was possible he was entertaining my offer from how long ago. Maybe being in the army had turned him a little, done a little experimentation. Being worked so hard for so long can leave you horny as hell i'm sure. I offered that we hang out some time, go and drink. He said absolutely, but his schedule was busy a lot. It wasn't a no. I asked if his number was still the same, and he said no and then gave me his current before I could even ask. That was quick, I thought.
Then before I could respond, he asked for my number. I said it was the same, but in case he didn't have it I gave it to him again. Now my head was really starting to think. Was he possibly trying to test some kind of waters with me? Or am I just over thinking again? Probably the latter, but it couldn't hurt to find out. I told him my next two weekends were real busy but after that I was free. He said he was in the same boat, so maybe the weekend after. Sounded like a plan to me. Shortly afterwards we both had to go and said our goodbyes.
Two agonizing weeks passed. I tried not to think about what could happen and focus elsewhere, but it was hard. I have such a bad habit of getting my hopes so incredibly high only to be crushed. Finally I decided to text him, and see what he was up to. I asked him if he was interested in hanging out that weekend, maybe going to the bar. He said definitely, but he was only free friday night. I didn't really have anything going on so I said it was perfect. We agreed at a place and time.
Friday night came and I showed up. I was slightly updressed but without trying to feel like a date, even though it kinda was in my mind. He was already there, drinking a beer when i got there. He was at a table kind of away fro everyone else, which I kinda liked. I sat down and ordered a drink, and we started talking. We talked about everything, a lot about his time in the army, the school he was trying to go to, my job, a little bit about my ex, but he avoided the subject of his. Again I wasn't going to push it.
I was pacing myself to be able to drive home, but Gene was hammering shit back. If my plan had originally been to get him drunk and take advantage of him, he was doing quite a good job on the first part on his own. 11:30 came around and I was getting a little tired, and I think he was too, and he said he wanted to leave. Problem was, there was no way he was driving, and I told him that. "I'll take you home," I said. Again my hopes were getting up that something might happen, but I knew better. "My mom lives like half an hour from here," he said as he stumbled over to me and put his arm around me. "But my dad has an extra house thats like ten minutes. No one should be there, just take me there." we got in my car, leaving his at the bar. He gave me directions and soon enough we were there.
"Come on in," he said. I hesitated, but said ok. The house was gorgeous, and huge. His dad definitely had money. He led me to the kitchen where he went to the fridge and pulled out more alcohol. I drank a beer, and he downed two more. This kid could drink, I thought. Shortly after though fatigu set in on both of us again. "I'm going to bed," he said. "You should just crash here." "You sure?" I asked. I almost didn't trust myself to be alone in a house with this kid. "Definitely, come on up with me." he was to the point now where he could barely walk. This could get interesting.
I helped him up the stairs, and he guided me to his room. It was pretty big with a king sized bed. He went over and stood net to it, ad I stood next to him, not really sure what he was doing. He looked at me. "You remember that question you asked me last year?" he said. Now I was getting nervous. "um...yeah," I stammered. He leaned in close to me, his face just an inch from mine, and whispered, "I think you're pretty cute too."
I was kinda in shock and didn't know what to say. I wasn't sure if he really felt that way or if it was just the booze talking, but I decided to play it safe. "Ok," I said sarcastically, taking a half a step back. He leaned into me again, only this time, he planted his lips on mine. I felt his tongue pushing on my lips, so I opened them and welcomed it with mine. Then my half sober awareness kicked in and I broke away. "Stop. You're just drunk," I said. Am I hearing myself correctly? "Maybe, but its true." He plopped down on the bed as if he was going to go to sleep like that. "No PJ's?" I asked. He shook his head no. "That won't be comfortable to sleep in." I said. "So help me," he replied. I paused. "Help you how?" I asked. Without otherwise moving, he undid his pants, I assumed his way of saying I should take them off.
"Well, sit up at least," I said. He did, and I pulled his pants off, carefully making sure his boxers were still on. He leaned against me and placed his hand very high on my inner thigh. "Come on Gene," I said and moved away from him. What the fuck was wrong with me? Here was the kid I was dying to have one night with throwing himself all over me, and I was turning him down. Fuck you morals. "You know you wanna," he said with a smile. "I don't take advantage of drunk people Gene." well, that was true. As much as it sucked right now. He laid back down on the bed. "Where's a guest room I can sleep in?" I asked as I folded his jeans and put them on the floor.
"Just sleep in here tonight," he said, his arm over his forehead. "I'm not sleeping on the floor." "In my bed, dumbass," he replied. "Gene, I'm not sure-" "I'm not taking no for an answer," he cut me off. "Just get in." I stripped down to my boxer briefs and last under shirt and went around the other side of the bed. He was still laying on top in his boxers and a t-shirt, his arm over his forehead. I was looking at is crotch, which had a slight bulge to it but definitely no tent. I crawled under the sheets, leaving Gene just the way he was, and fell asleep.
Well what did you think? Feedback and suggestions welcome! Sorry for the long back story at the beginning but I promise its gonna be worth it :)