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Wheeler's Love 1 - Remixed
It was raining the morning I first laid eyes on him. From the moment I saw him, I knew he was special.
I was sitting in math class, daydreaming and when I looked out the window, he was getting out of an old Ford truck, and running into the school. He was about 5' 9", 145. It looked like he was built in all the right places from where I sat. I hardened at the sight of his coal black hair and his beautiful face. If I had to name someone who looked like him, I would say he's sort of a cross between JTT and Mark Wahlburg .
Me, well, I'm Lloyd and I'm around 5''9" and 150 lbs., brown hair, cut short. Oh yeah, if you haven't figured it out, I am gay. Have been since I can remember.
Being 16 and gay in this small northern town where everyone knows your name is...well, kinda not an easy thing to be.
My math teacher, Mr. 'Goody-Two-Shoes' Goodson - I'm just a student don't ask me how he got the name, he's not all that good to me - just called on me to answer a problem. I had no idea what the problem was. My mind had been elsewhere...maybe out of the window in the damp, deserted student parking lot? I looked around and decided to just wing it.
"45?" I said hopefully. Everyone laughed.
How was I supposed to know the answer, I didn't even know the question? But someone was smiling down on me that day. The bell rang and I ran out of there and down to the office. This was the period I worked in the front office as an aid.
As I opened the office door, who should it hit but the object of my math class daydreams? He fell back into the chair by the door. I went over and was trying to apologize when the principal, Mr. Jordan walked up.
"Lloyd what have you done, are you personally trying to limit the number of student that go here?" he asked jokingly.
"Sorry Mr. Jordan" I said, distracted because I was looking into the deep green eyes of a guy so handsome, I couldn't have even dreamt him up. He looked up at me.
"If you don't want me to go to this school, please just say so, no need for violence," he joined in on the joke and I tried to smile, slong with him and Mr, Jordan. He stuck out his hand and said. "Hi, I'm Wheeler, Wheeler Dalton."
I held on to his hand. "Hi, Wheeler, Wheeler Dalton, I'm Lloyd, Lloyd Patterson," I said, barely even able to remember my name.
"Hi, Lloyd, Lloyd Patterson." We both broke into laughter.
"Excuse me boys," Mr. Jordan broke into our moment and I dropped his hand like it was something blazing hot.
Mr. Jordan had already assigned a walker to Wheeler. A walker, well that's someone who escorts new students around the school for their first day. I was upset that I was too late to do the job.
Wheeler stood up as Mr. Jordan was talking to Richie Noogan, the dweeb, about what he needed to show Wheeler. Wheeler was still looking over at me. "I hope I get a chance to talk to you later," Wheeler said. My heart was beating so loud I thought he could hear it. Did I notice a smile and a wink with that statement or was I going rapidly insane?
The day progressed and I never got to see Wheeler again. I walked the three blocks home as fast as I ever have, trying too relieve the pressure that had been building all day.
Going into the house, I ran to my room, slammed and locked the door, and got naked in a flash. I'm one of those guys that likes to go totally buff when I have the chance. Grabbing the lotion under my bed, I lubed my 7.5 inch cock and started to think about what I had seen and felt when Wheeler and I had been skin to skin in the office. Okay, we were just shaking hands, but it counts! I closed my eyes and was getting that great feeling and as I exploded the first shot went over my head and hit the head board. It's been way too long since that has happened. The next five shots landed on my face, chest and stomach, filling my navel. Well, it is a shallow innie.
Afterwards I cleaned up and took a shower, thinking of maybe getting to see Wheeler again. I went into my bedroom and put on some clothes to get my daily chores done. My mom and dad would be home from work soon and I wanted to spend time with them before supper. I mowed the front lawn and took out the trash. I had just completed an after-mowing shower, when I heard their car in the drive.
My dad was an office worker for a major insurance carrier and my mom worked in the same building on a different floor. They have been working in the same building since they met and were married, so it only made sense that they would ride together. They were still deeply in love with each other and since I came out to them two years ago, they have never treated me any differently. My dad's brother, Uncle Mike is gay and came out to dad and his family when he was 18. He took it well I guess. My mom was a little harder to accept at first, she tried the old 'But you can't be' and stuff but in the end she started to care more abotu my happiness. I think my dad had a talk with her, but I never heard them say anything bad about Uncle Mike or me, so everything was fine. As the late afternoon went on, I went up to my room after supper to do my homework in care of Goody-Two-Shoes.
I went to bed early, thinking I the sooner I went to sleep the sooner I could get to school and see Wheeler.
As I walked around the corner of Maple, who should be standing there but Wheeler, stooped over, tying his shoe? What a view. I walked up behind him. "Hey Wheeler, what are you doing here?" I asked. He looked up at me, then finished tying his show.
"I was born on this planet," he said as he straightened up. Great, I thought, a smart ass like me. This is going to be fun.
"Ha ha," I said. He smiled a little.
"I moved in with my Uncle John and Aunt Carol," I said.
"Mr. Simpson?" I asked.
"The one and only," he replied. Well that was kind of cool and not cool. I had been mowing their lawn for the last three years and now it looked like they had a built in lawn boy.
"Moved in with them?" I asked, then jokingly, "what about your parents they toss you out?" I laughed lightly.
He looked like someone had shot him in the heart. The pain in his eyes was so intense, he looked at me straight in the eyes.
"Do me a favor and don't ever mention them to me again," he said and walked away, very pissed.
I was stunned. I honestly don't know what I was thinking. I mean, obviously I wasn't thinking...at least not before I opened my mouth. That's it, Lloyd screw up a friendship before it's even started. I ran after him, but he was gone. I have never seen anyone disappear that fast before. It was my neighborhood and I was at a loss as to how he got away so fast.
As I went on to school, I looked for him everywhere, but never saw him in school. During second hour while working in the office, I checked and it looked like he never even went to first hour. I was upset all day. I mean even though I did not know him well, I knew I had caused him some pain and hurt him somehow. I made a point that I would talk to my mom at lunch time. She worked in the same office as Carol Simpson.
At lunch I called my mom and told her what had happened on the way to school. She informed me that she had talked to Carol already today, did not have time to get into it, and would see me at home later. I really wanted her to tell me what was going on right then, but it seemed like she had people around and really couldn't talk. So, I had to let it go and wait until we were home to find out about it.
So after school I walked over to the Simpson's and mowed the lawn real slow. I don't know if Wheeler was in the house but I don't think I ever mowed one strip of the front or back lawn straight. I was always looking towards the house to see if i could see him. After doing everything I could to get the job to last longer, I knew it was time to get home. My mom and dad would be home soon and I had a thousand questions to ask.
As I rounded the corner, they were pulling into the drive. I pushed the mower as fast as I could.
"Easy there son, we don't have a pit crew to change the tires," my dad said, laughingly as he got out of the car. Another NASCAR fan! I put the mower away and found my mom sitting in the living room glancing at the mail. "Mom, come on, give, what is the news on Wheeler?" was the first thing out of my mouth.
"Well, he came out to his parents and his dad was drinking and began beating him pretty bad," she said, blunt and to the point. "His mom said it would teach him a lesson for being gay, and it would not matter if it went to far, no one wanted him around anymore. The beating put Wheeler in the hospital for a few days and that's when his uncle and Carol found out." My mom was looking at me instead of the mail, her brow etched with concern as she told me the story. "The social worker contacted them," she continued. "Carol has a gay brother and understands all too well the troubled time he is having. Lloyd, I want you to know that I know how hard it was for you to explain it to us, even how hard it was for me to accept, but I love you no less today than the day you were born."
A warm feeling coursed through me. "I know, mom, but Wheeler never went to school today," I told her. "I think I may have been at fault."
"No honey," she said. "You had nothing to do with it.You did not know about him or his past. He is just hurt. I told Carol what happened when you called. She went home at noon and talked with him and knows he is alright now. He is so afraid that you hate him for the way he treated you."
He was home all day? I was there working in the yard and I never saw him once looking out of the window of the house.
"I was just over there mowing the lawn and I didn't see him in the house," I told her.
"He is not living in the house," she told me. "He moved into the garage dormer. He did not want to put John and Carol out of any room they had." Oh God, the garage dormer looks out over the front and back yard both. If he was there, I would never have seen him. He could have been watching me the whole time and I wouldn't have known it. I would be so embarrassed if he had.
I went to bed that night not even thinking about getting off. All I was thinking about was getting to the Simpson's house and trying to get Wheeler to at least let me apologize to him. It was strange, but I at least wanted his friendship.
Then, I realized something, my mom had told me that Wheeler was gay!