The Summer I Met Konner

This story is about a sexual relationship between an older and younger man.

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© 2020 Teddy Johnson

Chapter 1

I turned down the television.

`I thought I heard the doo-"

knock knock

There it was. I stood up from the couch and straightened out my t-shirt. I leaped over the one step out of the den and reminded myself to calm down. It's been what...16 years since I had seen him. I walked towards the door, pausing at the hallway mirror to take a look at myself. I ran my hands through the mop on my head trying to not make it look as messy as it was. The grey hairs showed a lot more than they usually do, but it was too late now to fix it. I took a deep breath and opened the door...

"Long time no see buddy!"

Marcus. My childhood best friend. My middle school and high school crush. The man of my (younger) dreams. There were so many words coming out of his mouth, but I was still taking him in.

Standing a few inches shorter than me I could just see over the top of his buzzed brown hair. A choice I would never go for, but it fit him well. His body was more toned than it was the last time I saw him, but I guess that's what owning a construction company will do to you. Southern California had seemed to give him a nice tan and life had been kind with the wrinkles. He looked like he had barely aged, something I was sure to hear about.

"Dude!!"

He stared at me. Eyes wide open. Waiting for an answer to a question I did not hear.

"Sorry...I just-,"

"I know it's been like what 13 years since we last saw each other.

He opened his arms and I stepped onto the porch to fall into his arms. The scent of Old Spice bringing me back to our high school days. He never did like change which is another reason I wasn't surprised about the move. Pulling away slightly he looked me up and down.

"Let me get a look at you! How are you?"

"I'm good! I'm good. Spent the last year writing my ass off, so I'm just enjoying the summer."

"Oh yeah! Congratulations! I didn't read the book, you know I'm not much of a reader, but I bought three copies to show my support."

"I really appreciate that, thanks man."

"You gonna invite me in or what?"

"Oh yeah yeah sorry," I moved out of the way. "Down the entryway and to the right."

He turned around looking insulted. "You act like I didn't basically live here. I'm gonna go get a beer."

I let out a laugh as I watched him walk down the hallway. That ass had only gotten better with age.

~

"I like what you've done with the place Nick! It's so different from when we were younger." He took a sip of his beer and continued to examine the walls. "You kept all the pictures up though. Nice touch."

"Thanks. You know when my parents wanted to sell the house and move I felt like I couldn't let them, but I still wanted to make it my own?"

"Yeah that makes sense. God I haven't even thought about what I'm going to do with all the shit my dad left behind."

I kept quiet. I didn't know what to say. I knew him and his dad had a difficult, to say the least, relationship so I had to tread carefully.

"He asked about you. Whenever I would see him."

"Yeah and when was that? When he needed his lawn mowed or his garbage cans pulled out to the curb?" His tone had changed slightly.

"Sorry man I didn't mean to put-"

"No no it's okay. I know you mean well. Everything was just so...complicated with him. Towards the end I just had no clue what to do."

Again I said nothing.

"So what have you been up to these past 16 years?" I was desperate to ease the tension. We took a seat in the den. Him on the right just like when we were kids.

He started to unravel his life. He asked me if I remembered his wife Jenny, the esthetician, and his son, Konner, who was now 17 years old. The last time I saw the boy was when he was a year old with chubby cheeks and barely any hair on his head. I couldn't even begin to imagine what he looks like now. He reminded me that they had moved away so he could open up a branch of his father's business in SoCal. He had decided that after his father died he would move back home and figure out what to do with the business.

Ever since we were young Marcus could talk my ear off. And I let him. His stories were always full of life and such specific detail that you wanted him to just keep going. After about an hour he raised his beer to his ear and shook it, disappointed by the lack of liquid.

"I guess that's my queue."

"You sure? I got more in the fridge." I hoped it didn't sound as eager out loud as it did in my head.

"Yeah no I should get going." he replied reluctantly. " Jenny is probably wondering where I am since I told her I was just coming over to say hi." We got up and walked towards the door.

"Alright well you're always welcome over here. The beer isn't going anywhere."

He laughed. "Thanks dude! We've got 16 years of catching up to do, best not blow it all in one night," He opened the front door and started to walk out. I watched him, eyes planted on his firm butt as it bounced down my driveway and into the street.

~

After I shut the door I leaned against it and sighed. Everyone always wondered why I never dated and the reason had just moved back to town. When we had been younger Marcus meant everything to me. I always imagined us going to the same college and having the move-like-friends-to-lovers ending, but that never happened. After we graduated Marcus expressed no interest in going to college and immediately started working for his dad, while I was trying to find every excuse to leave Modesto. We had many fights about it, but I realized that I couldn't force my dream on him. Even if I thought that night had meant somethi-

I interrupted myself with a couple slaps to the face. I couldn't think about it. It hurt too much.