Today, 28 May 2007 is Kylie Minogue's 39th Birthday.

After having endured a Breast Cancer episode, Kylie triumphs over all...

• returning to her stage as the new 'Showgirl: Homecoming Tour' began in the fall of 2006, in her native Australia


• arranging with H&M to be the spokeswoman of a new Limited Summer Loungewear/Beachwear Line called "H&M♥Kylie."

And today, on this day, we celebrate her 39th Birthday.
Happy Birthday, Kylie.

"Like a pure White Diamond, I'll shine on and on."

the KYLE Underwear Model... he's ridiculously hot, and strangely familiar.

Ok... so the model for the KYLE line of Men's Undergarments is extremely hot, if I do say so myself. To quote most girls this day and age... "He's BANGIN'!"

But, he also kind-of reminds me of someone I haven't seen in a few months... does anyone know what happened to John Starosky? He hasn't been to see me at work in a while, and I was getting kinda worried.

Anyway... Ladies, Gentlemen, and Lady-like Gentlemen... here he is!
















And, here are a couple up-close of his front-and-backsides. : )

FUCKING CHRIST!!!

Just my fucking luck.

 

Sometimes I hate my fucking life.

 

Let's start with the first issue of the day, and work our way up to RIGHT NOW.

I went to get highlights in my now-brown, not-red hair, in white... and the colour didn't even catch. Wasted Money.

Gabe was pissing me off for the past few days, and today was the culmination of it all...

I was supposed to hang out with Bobby, last Friday Night... guess what? I didn't hear from Bobby. He hadn't taken down his away message in a full-week, and was NOT responding to any messages to his phone. So... I saw that his away message was finally down, and at his computer... I say Hi... and he signs off. FUCKING BOBBY!

Then, I finally talk to Chris, after a few days... and he tells me that he's drunk, horny, and wanted me... I wanted to cry. I really wanted to be there with him, to hold him, and have him hold me... FUCKING LIFE!

Ian finally IMs me to have a conversation with me, since about a week ago... and he tells me that he's going to try and cheer me up with Ice Cream or Something, when he gets his car registered in this state... But... we've been trying to get together for MONTHS. FUCKING LIFE, AGAIN!

I talked to Ryan, after having him not talk to me in a month... and he tells me that he still wants me, and hang out, and wants to see me in the flesh... then says that he'll BRB... yeah... he didn't come back. FUCKING RYAN!

Today, a new boy comes to me [Bisexual, Not Out, ...already flawed] and tells me that he wants me... he thinks I'm hot and all... he's gorgeous, and close-by... We're talking... getting to know one another... tells me all these things about being Bi and Not Out and whatnot, which is a nicely devastating blow... cos I hate attracting Bisexual Guys... that hurts... so we're talking... and he asks me one question... and my entire laptop has some fucking meltdown. Like... I couldn't type, I couldn't click, nothing was moving, nothing was working... and it was like that for about ten minutes. So, naturally, after ten minutes of not having his question answered... Just as soon as my computer started working again... I go to type the answer to his question... he signed off before I could finish. I wanted to fucking cry, and kill myself. FUCKING LIFE AND LAPTOP!$%@$!@$#@#^@^$

 

I hate my life.

Depresssssssssssion: What a way to go.

SO...

 

I've basically had two depressing weeks, thus far. [and still counting.]

 

But, I believe, that the major blow, the uber depressive moment, was tonight: 13th October 2006. The one event I've been preparing for, for two weeks. The culmination of two weeks of hard work, and daydreaming... and [poof] gone in a flash.

 

 

 

 

 

Tonight was Kim's Halloween Party. Did Faggy go to it? Nope. Why? Cos Faggy couldn't get there. Realistically, I understand the reasons, but, it still hurts.

 

Then, to add to that... I've had thirty other boys cancel their plans with me... others made plans, and cancelled that same day...

 

"Scott" even tried to make plans with me, today, before Megan came to get me... cos he finally wanted to get together, to try and cheer me up... but I had no place for us to hang out, so he gives me this little BS line about trying to feel better... and... [poof, again] Instant Letdown. AL cancelled plans with me on Sunday. Fat Man ruined my plans on Saturday. Chris still won't make up his mind about when to hang out with me. Darryl hasn't called me. MuscleMark hasn't made any motion that recognises my existence, since the night he bailed on me, and never called. Johnathan still hasn't agreed to meet up with me, and keep his word. I haven't seen Tre in two weeks. I haven't heard from Tommy C in a 'Coon's age. Mikey A hasn't hung out with me in a while. Mikey C hasn't settled on plans, yet. Jakey doesn't have any time for me. LA won't make plans with me. I skipped out on Matty, three weeks ago, and since then, he hasn't spoken to me... but, that wasn't my fault, cos I wasn't feeling well, and fell asleep when I got home. And, all the new friends I'm making online, only talk to me once, and then never talk to me, again. Then, Addison won't make plans with me, cos I don't have a car, and his boyfriend doesn't have the time. Jackson bailed on me, on Sunday.

 

Life is just really pulling out all the stops, in trying to keep me from living happily, no?

What Should I Have Done!?

Ok... so... I passed up an interesting opportunity, today at work, cos I didn't know what to do, short of stand there.

Yes, it's about a boy... what a surprise.

 

 

Ok, so, it's about 0712pm, today, Monday 25th September 2006, and I'm at work in the Copy Centre with Beth.
She and I are doing our own things in the CPC, and getting shit done. Boywatching is something I always do, while at work, naturally... so, I was feeling the urge coming, and needed to fulfill it.
There was a boy, standing at the Service Desk, that I thought was rather cute. He was about 5'9" - 6'1" [moreso on the 5'9" side], blue\green eyes, dark blonde hair, a few tattoos on his left and right arms, slender cut build, dressed a little on the ghetto-er side, still casual but a little more urban.

The only reason I decided to look, was cos I felt that someone was looking at me. Strange, huh? And, boy... was he looking at me! He wasn't just looking... he was staring, grilling, and undressing me with his eyes. At first, I thought he was just looking over, cos I was looking over at him. Shortly, I realised that he was very intent on locking eyes. He was standing at the service desk, checking out, and continued to look into my eyes. Now, by this time, customers had approached the Copy Centre Counter, so I had some time and a reason, to move. I make my way over to the CPC POS, and I see him making his way through the foyer, on his way out. Throughout his walk, he was still gazing into me... and wouldn't let go. His visual grasp was strong, and forceful. The best way to describe how he was looking at me is...: "I want you to know that I'm interested in you, and that I think you're hott. Please, tell me your name, and I will be yours."

As he was walking closer and closer to the door, I was beginning to look at him almost as intently as he was Me... so as to let him know that I, too, was interested. Everytime I looked over, there he was, looking into me. He was making his way out of the front doors, when he leaned back into the doors, backwards, just to gaze into me, again. Then he proceeded to walk out, and look in at me through the windows.

I get the feeling that he really wanted me, or me to talk to him... cos he just wouldn't let go.

What did I do about it? I just stood there, like some fucking mindless idiot. I could have signaled over to him, to come over to me... or something simple, as to give him my number or something along the lines... but, no... I was too fucking taken in and apprehensive that I couldn't control myself.

 

I just let him walk right by me... I'll probably never see him, again. Just my luck.

 

 

 

 

But, the one positive notion, is that he knows where I work... so, if he was really interested, or really THAT interested... he'll come back to find me.

Rage; in concentrated smaller quantities.

O M K

 

I could not be anymore upset. Right now, SB is out drinking with my Muffin. SB is probably going to put the moves on him, and neither of the two are going to tell me.

 

I'm probably going to end up hearing it from either Jess, Jenn, or Caitlin.

 

 

 

 

 

 

I'm so fucking pissed. PISSED!

 

Rawr.

Calisthenics... what a workout.

 

OMK

 

Today was quite fun.

I woke up this morning at about 0815am, to Megan waking me up. She called me to tell me that she was on her way, and that we were heading down to the Avon Staples. We were both off, but, last night, as we closed... Hans from the AMA decides he's coming in to get copies. Little did I recall, that the Stack Bypass Tray on our colour machine was completely defunct. We had to let him know that, and suggested ourselves, that we take it to Avon in the morning, cos he would need them by 0900am. We gave him our cellphone numbers, just in case... [Obviously, he'd only be calling mine, cos he knows me best, of the two of us.]

Anyhoo... we get to Avon, and start printing the stuff... and it took forever. The Avon Copy Centre doesn't have our Canon CLC 1180... they have two of our Doc12s, and run every colour job from there... which is odd. Anyway, we made the copies, thanked Katie, and booked it.

 

Then, Megan and I went down to the Bank, and off to Marylou's. Oh, sweet Marylou's. The large (Superlou) Oreo Cookie Monster is the best thing I've ever had. MMMMMMmmmmmm.

 

After that, she and I spent some time at her house, with Momma Ritchie and Little Lilah, talking, playing, and reminiscing. That's where the new display picture on my MySpace profile came from. The idea I thought up, from the fact that Megan had an old picture of me, from her 16th Birthday. That was a whole Five years ago.

 

Then, she and I went to Target. Yay!

I bought myself some hair products, batteries, a card for my little brother's birthday, a Tshirt and Gift Bag for our friend Mikey [just cos it was funny, and so him...] A striped polo for me, and three pairs of amazing sunglasses. [The shades in the 'recent' half of my MySpace photo.] I had to make up for the fact that the last pair of shades I bought there became a little mangled.

 

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Today, Tommy C [TC] and I were supposed to hang out, and cuddle, and stuff... cos I hadn't physically seen him in at least a month, or so...

 

Yay. We did get together, and it was awesome.

We got to his loft [at the Lofts at SoCo... im sooooooooooo jealous.] and we start going over the fact that the place had changed a little, since last I visited. He painted some walls in different colours, that are tres cute. Then, we went over all of the changes that were going to happen... like decorative, and placement-wise.

He was playing the Music Choice channels on The Box, so he and I danced a dance... After the dance, he led me into the bedroom, and we discussed the changes happening there. He went out of the bedroom, and I followed, placing my hands around his shoulders and neck... so he grabbed my hands, and hoisted me up, in a full-on piggyback.

He took me to the one-seater, and then started to kiss my neck... we caressed for a bit... and he started getting a little solid... so we moved it into the boudoir.

 

O M F K

It was the steamiest, most sensual, passionate, intense session I've ever had, in my life... He didn't fuck me, or try to. We just... did so much stuff that it was still thoroughly arousing enough. We simulated sex completely, without penetration... and it was magnificent. I've never felt so physically exhausted, and loved it.

 

All the different positions, all the body contact... the consistent cuddling, the groping, the fondling, the touches, the caresses, the heavy-breathing... it was all soooo hott, so intense, so passionate... I was shocked at how overwhelming the sensation was. "I've never had sex like this before, not this passionate." To his response: "You've never...??? You're missing out... your skin is so beautiful, you should never have anything but passion in your life... you're worth more than just casual buttsex... you need lust, passion, intensity..."

 

I wanted to marry him.

 

 

 

 

 

...I made him shoot the hugest load of the month. He loves what I can do.

And, after... he cuddled me, for an hour. God, I love to cuddle. He's definitely the best.

 

We got up, to see what artist sang a specific song we heard on The Box... and, in doing so, we danced together, naked, to quite a few of them... it was dirrrty... and I loved it.

Then, we lay back on the one-seater, naked, and tangled up in each other. It was lovely.

 

We spent some more time in his place before he asked me if I was hungry.

He was hungry, and asked me when I last ate... we went to McDs and talked some... swapped stories... then went to Friendly's for ice cream, and talked some more.

 

...he's so sweet.

 

 

After that, he took me home. What a night.

LA: What a day.

30th June 2006. ------ The Best Day of My Life.

I got the phonecall at about 0124pm, telling me that LA was on his way, just leaving his house, and that he'd be at my house in about half|hour to 45 mins. So I decide to rush whatever I have left to do in terms of appearance, and getting my other shit together. But, receiving the call was exciting enough, cos now he's in my phone, as not just an entry in the Phone Book, but as a Recent Received Call. :D Then, he calls me again at about 0156pm to tell me that He's already on Forest Avenue, and nearing my house. [Anxiety Level leaps to a new bound.]

Next, he's sitting in my driveway [didn't bother to call me -- to tell me that he had already arrived in my driveway]... so, I didn't know if he'd been sitting there a while, or had just arrived. But, I didn't let it get to me [too much], and, apparently, it didn't bother him. I get in the car, and we ride off together... into the sunlight. :)

He asks me which mall we should head off to -- I suggested South Shore Plaza in Braintree, cos it's the closest mall with an Abercrombie & Fitch [I told him that I wanted him to have a little more Abercrombie in his life]. The only drawback to that idea was that SSP doesn't have a Hollister Co. He asked me if we could take backroads to get there, and I thought Why would he want to take backroads, as opposed to the direct route, consistent of 24 North to I93 North. But, I never did ask him... I just went with it. During the trip-etty trip, we talked A LOT. We swapped stories back and forth, talked about our experiences, as if to form a stronger bond than we'd had before. Coming out to me started it; continual conversation keeps it alive. I really enjoyed the fact that he could confide in me so well... it really showed me that he does want to be my friend. [I'm hoping for more at some point... but, a boy can only dream.] We also talked about our 'less than memorable' situations, like my Bridgewater State College incident, and some of his indiscretions... it was as though he was trying to get a better understanding of me, and I of him.

We arrive and park at the Parking Garage, by the back, and realise that the Macy*s entrances to the mall are all closed. Why? Cos every Macy*s moved into their Filene's lots. Usually, I go to the mall, through Macy*s, and my Malling experience is set to motion in perfect synchrony. But, this time skewed any chance at that. We walked over to the nearest entrance, and remembered that That specific entrance led to the GAP, next to where I usually start.

We walked by the Abercrombie windows, and he heard the pulsing music. [Oh, how I love Abercrombie.] He asked what it was, and where the music was coming from... so I had him walk a few more steps. I walk right in, and direct him to where we would start our shopping experience. I instructed him that we would start with a few simple items, to build up his tolerance for the Abercrombie Metrosexual Prep lifestyle. The most popular of said lifestyle is The Coloured Polo shirt. I walked over to the Polos, with him in tow, in search of colours that would compliment his skintone and hair perfectly. I glanced over at the different shades of Pink, to an ultimatum. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted me having done so, and uttered 'No pink.' He and his male friends have some aversion to Pink, that I don't understand. His girlfriends all know about it, but... the most important obstacle is his stubborn, traditional father. I was a little disheartened at the fact that he was denying himself the pleasure that is Pink Wardrobe, but I understood where he was coming from, and got over it quickly, for the sake of time and friendship. We weren't out to make him look Gay. We wanted him to look more modern, and a member of the homosexual community... you know, dress a little nicer, a little more fashion-sensibly, like he knew a thing or two about how to dress well. We were going for 'I sleep with girls, but because I sleep with boys, I dress fiercely.'

What I did was choose three different colour palettes, consisting of a Polo, and a TShirt whose base colour matched the liner and Accent Colours of the Polo. Obviously, you can just wear the Polo alone, but, fashionably both shirts together look better, and are more Gay-Friendly.

Set One: Burgundy Polo, with Dark Olive TShirt
Set Two: Aquamarine Polo, with Chocolate TShirt
Set Three: Dark Cerulean [Navy] Polo, with Hunter Green TShirt
...the last of which was the ultimate favourite. He looked sooooo hott in it. [blush]

Then, shortly after, we went to take a look at denim, cos, all he had were dark jeans, on the verge of Grayed-Blue-Black denim, and that was going faster out of style than chivalry. I suggested to him that he have lighter denim, to offset the darker colours in the outfit, and to play on his skintone a little. Lighter coloured jeans also flatter a person better -- the ultimate Ego boost.

I asked him his waist size, so we could get started. I was not prepared for his answer. I nearly had a stroke.

He's a size 28 waist. [Now, the reason that it is such a big deal, is cos I, myself, am a size 28. We can share jeans. :) ]

I scoured the shelves of denim, and found two pairs of 28s... which is a rarety, considering Abercrombie doesn't usually sell size 28 anything. One of the 28s was extremely light, and the other was lighter than average. He walked over to the dressing room, and I waited outside for him.

I assumed that he was just going to try on all of the outfits, then report the findings. As much as it shocked me, he opened the door and allowed me to take a peek at 'the new him.' He stood, pressed against the door jamb, immobile. "Ony, I need you to get me this pair of jeans, one size bigger... [laughing] I can't get them to button completely." I took one look at him, and left my jaw on the floor. I told him that his ass looked spectacular, and that I supposed the rest of 'the package' looked phenomenal. He smiled, and he blushed, and told me to shut up. :P He climbed back inside the dressing room, as I fished around for those same jeans, in size 30. I returned, armed with denim, and launched them underneath the dressing room door. I remember... the last time I was at Abercrombie, trying on clothes with Megan... they yelled at Megan and I cos Megan was 'too close' to the Dressing Rooms, and I was the one trying on clothes. This time... they didn't even care. He swung open that door, and I could never have been prouder of myself, in my entire life. I successfully made someone over. I gave that boy a total overhaul, and it felt fantastic. He came out in the Burgundy pairing, and it did look cute, but... it didn't scream 'this colour is me.' He tried on the Aquamarine pairing, and then the DKC-Navy pairing, and... I had an instant heart-on. He said that he absolutely loved the shirts, but didn't know how he felt about the pants, cos they were a little snug. ... ... ... I could have slapped him, if he didn't look so hott... cos, that was the purpose of buying jeans that actually fit you... so that they ARE snug, and show off some of your better attributes. I told him that he looked positively HOTT, and he had the hardest time believing me. That's something to know about me... a compliment is a compliment. I wouldn't compliment you, if I didn't have a sincere reason to do so... and trust me... I HAD EVERY REASON TO DO SO. He finally put his guard down, and affirmed to the positive. I told him that, in order for me to buy his outfit, I would have to hit up an ATM. He told me that he was all set, and would buy it himself... and I didn't really like that idea too much, cos I promised him that I was going to buy it... and it would be going back on my word.

Much to my dismay, the ATM refused me my transaction[s]... several times, in various denominations. I was NOT happy. I only had a whopping 53.00 USD on hand, at the moment, and... those clothes were not going to come cheap. I came back into the Abercrombie, and told him that I wouldn't be able to buy him his outfit. He said that he didn't want me to, in the first place... and pulls out his Platinum AmEx. I nearly fainted, and began to worry... [I didn't need to worry, cos, I was monitoring what he was purchasing. Not only was I monitoring... I was the one picking the shit out. :P ]

Purchased at Abercrombie: Navy [Dark Cerulean] Polo, with Hunter Green TShirt

He liked the idea of superlight jeans, and the colour being lighter than he's used to. But, I told him that he didn't need to get those, if he didn't want to... then suggested that he and I go to American Eagle, cos I could get him the same pair, essentially, for half the price. The AnF jeans were 79.50 USD. I found an almost-identical pair of jeans for 39.50, and in a size 28. They fit him perfectly, and his ass, yet again, looked ravishing. I also helped him pick out some TShirts in varying colours, cos he needs more shirts than anything... and all he really has is Red. Umm... none of that.

We walked the mall a bit, and I asked him of accessories, and such... like shoes, a belt, jewelry, and things of the like... I was mainly concerned with the shoes. I asked him what he'd be wearing with that outfit, and he told me that he was going to wear his running sneaks. I wanted to cry. We went down to Underground Station, and I bought him a pair of Black Chuck Taylor Converse All-Stars Hi-Tops. :)

I may have only had 13.00 USD left in my wallet, but, it was well worth the purchase. It really was. We walked around, and he said that he wanted to get some Shades, and a new silver Thumb ring.

Next, we stopped to rest, and eat. Shopping is an art, and a workout.

So, we're in the food court, and we're talking... about everything: Finishing up the conversations we were having in the car, talking about new things, bringing up other subjects in our lives...
...but, I also talked to him about Me. I tried to assure him of something: "I hope that you know, that when I say things that appear to make you a little uneasy or uncomfortable, I'm only kidding... or mean it half-heartedly... I wouldn't want to jeopardise what we've just established... You're too good of a friend for me to fuck that up."
He told me that he knew and understood... he just makes it look like he gets uneasy. But, he told me not to take it personally, when he flirts back with me, cos he does that often and subconsciously, with everyone... I told him that it was ok, and that I wouldn't stress it... [But, do I? Yes. Yes, I do. A lot.]

Secretly, I think he likes me... but will he admit it to anyone that knows me? No. Will he tell his friends, like Kim? Maybe... But, Kylie only knows that he wouldn't ever tell Me.
But... he knows that I like him... just not how much [and after having had this journal entry posted on my MySpace, and he read it... I think he now knows just how much I do like him.] There were only really about four people, six now, that know how much I truly do like him. ...

...moving on.

We're sitting, having finished eating... and he asks me, 'What did you want to do, between now and the time we leave for Mirabar? Did you want to hang out some more, or did you want to go home?"
[Was he serious about the 'home' part? I set aside my entire day, cleared it out, just to spend the day and be with him... there was NO WAY he was going to get rid of me that easily!]
"Good, cos Becky and Jesse are having a little get-together at their house in Dartmouth, and you are more than welcome to come. Kim will be there, too. So, you were already going to meet her, but now you can meet all of my friends at once."

I thought to myself, this is perfect, absolutely perfect. Not only do I get to see what Larry's like, outside of Staples... but I also get to see him completely shirtless, with his friends.

He asked me if I needed to get anything from home, to go down there... and I told him that I would need my swimsuit, a towel, and all of my hair accessories. We get to my house, I get upstairs, and the SD shoots me The D I R T I E S T Look. I wanted to stab him right in his cornea... fuck with me, you won't. I took my stuff, and jetttttttttt...

We traveled to NB, and got to his house... I stayed in the car, cos we both decided that it would be a terrible idea for me to go up there with him, and meet his Dad. [E E K] That wouldn't have gone over too well...
He came out of the house cursing to high heaven... His Dad dropped the 'F-Bomb.' [and no... not 'fuck.'] His Dad believes that a duffle bag, messenger bag, or anything of the sort, is to be worn on one shoulder, occupying one area of the body. He also believes that only Fags wear those bags across the shoulders, with the shoulder strap on one shoulder, and the bag falls on the opposite hip. Scientifically, wearing these bags in that fashion actually supports better posture, and ease of movement with said bag. He and I fair the same weather... a father disapproving to one's lifestyle.

We pull away from the house, and see some 'interesting' things along the way... We arrive at a gas station, and fill up... then make our way to the AJ Wright to meet up with his friend Kim, aka 'babe.' This Kim is a tooooooooooootal sweetheart. I love her. I adore her. We didn't have anything to do, until the party... so we went along with Kim to her Grandfather's place, and fed her|his cat.

Pornography on the Coffee Table

Pornography on the Coffee Table

Familiar Feeling

Nothing can come close
Nothing can come close
Nothing can come close
Nothing can come close

I never doubted it
What's for you will not pass you by
I never questioned it
It was decided before I ask why
It's all there ever was
And it's all there ever will be
How could you have questioned us?
It's yourself, could you see?

Nothing can come close
To this FAMILIAR FEELING
They say it all without
Ever speaking

Hush now; no need to say a word
At first sight, you're perfectly heard
Love it; all its entirety
It's no less than we deserve

I saw
Your Face
Someplace
I've felt this feeling, before
Is it Deja Vu?
Do I somehow know you?

30 June 2006 : Best Day of My Life

Inquire within.

... To This Point

This is the tale of a tortured soul… a tale of a boy who was gripped with the news that reality wasn’t as nice as the movies portrayed.

He had always had a sense that his life would never be anywhere close to normal. The boy had been there in good times, in bad times, and the ugly… The poor boy had even survived a hurricane, and that, is by any means, no small feat. He stood in his front doorway as the hurricane engulfed his tropical neighbourhood. But that wasn’t the half of it…

His parents were married in 1984, and they were both 17 at the time. They came to America; in a quaint little sinkhole, known as Brockton, MA, they decided that they wanted to settle. They went back to their native land, their Caribbean paradise, to inform the rest of their families that they were to join the millions living in the continental US. They stayed for two years, and then had their firstborne: Him. The following year, they had his brother. One year later, they packed up their entire life, and moved to Brockton.

Growing up in this household, full of rules, regulations, and the like, was no walk in the park. Unlike many other families, these parents had a different view on how their children’s lives should be. They weren’t given the option of going to hang out with their friends when they wanted to, they couldn’t be outside past a certain point in the evening, and various other trivial things.

The transitional period that was ‘junior high’ was a small, but necessary, turning point in his life. He began to discover his true self, but kept it hidden from the rest of the world. He knew that his life to this point wasn’t normal and that it made very little sense. Junior high brought to him a tiny glimpse of what his life may mean someday.

Through many interchanges with friends, and friends of friends, he saw what it was that would make his life complete, and cause it to make more sense. He began to notice beauty and looks more so than before; he took special care to notice the boys more than the girls. This had all been swimming about in his head throughout his life, but not until this point did it come together, coherently. He was Gay, and he now knew.

He was friends with everyone, boys and girls, equally, to never elude to the fact, and make himself known. He never reached popular status there, but he was known by those who really mattered. He wasn’t yet secure enough in himself to be able to tell his friends. He’d tell them when the right time came. He knew that if he came out to anyone now, his life would be over. But, it was hard for him to keep it all bottled up, only because his friends had friends whom he couldn’t resist.

Phys Ed in junior high was an obstacle, and a blessing in the same right. Here, he had another emotionally trying situation, a risky predicament: how to look at the boys, longingly, without them noticing. And, how was he to hide his feelings? In any case, Gym was the first place where he took heed to the calling and the beauty of the inter-pubescent male body. The curves, the cuts, the lines, and by this time, most boys had started working-out. He was mesmerized; watching them all undress, walking around in their unmentionables, which were now more mentioned than anything, was one of the greatest joys of that period.

He knew his time would come, but not just yet.

For two years, he laid waiting for the perfect time, but it hadn’t come to pass. He visualized many pleasing images of himself and the boys he found loitering in the halls, but there was one that had haunted his dreams for the rest of his 8th grade year. This boy was remarkable: handsome, smart, funny, and above all, gorgeous. He’d had the same recurring dream for roughly two months…

He was riding his bike down a street in the area they all referred to as ‘Over the Bridge.’ He stopped in front of the boy’s house. He found his way to the back, and spotted the window. There was a ladder next to the house, which was strategically placed for his benefit. He placed it alongside the house and proceeded to climb up. He opened the window, carefully, so as not to wake the others in the house. He stepped through, to find a bed at the foot of the window. This bed was occupied, with the boy. The boy appeared to be asleep, a clever ruse on his part. It was as though the boy was expecting him. He crept slowly toward the bed’s head, to find the boy lying down, face out to the side, and the boy gave him a wink. The boy said to him, “Climb inside my bed and lay here with me. It’s must be nice to sleep next to someone…” So, he slid into the bed, alongside the boy, and their bodies fit together in perfect alignment. They rested, but the boy didn’t think that was enough; the boy took his hands and placed them around his waist, under the covers. The boy then placed his own hands around him, and with that, they shared the most passionate kiss either of them had ever experienced. The moment was perfect, but it was to become much better. The two were already shirtless, and all that remained was the hindrance known as pants. Silently, the two disrobed and laid under the sheets, in form-fitting nudity. They caressed and cuddled the evening away, until the boy’s mother was heard walking the hall. They stopped, and she walked in. She saw her son, sleeping on his side, with him hiding behind. She walked away, and closed the door behind her. The boy turned onto his other side, behind him, and kissed him, giggling. Thinking it was a narrow escape, they began to consummate the dream-relationship. It was the most thrilling entanglement the two had ever come to know. After which, he kissed the boy goodnight, and slept by the boy’s side, still in one another’s arms.

And that’s where he woke up.

After that long, hard two months, he knew for certain the direction that his life was heading in. He knew that being loved by men, and loving men, is what he wanted. The time was just near…

It was his freshman year in high school, and he began to feel more comfortable in who he was as a person. He started dressing the part, so to speak. He was associating with more and more people who would understand him, and love him for who he was. In this large circle of friends, there were those that he had created a special, lasting, and unbreakable bond. These friends met in one class, that they would all have together, all four years. ‘The Wednesday Crew,’ as they came to be known, was inseparable. This group of friends was the outlet he had needed to feel like he belonged and had his rightful place in society. They were the family he never had… These kids had accepted him for who he was, without remorse or regrets.

By this point in his life, his parents were beginning to catch onto the nature of their son’s personality, and began limiting his interactions with the world. Aside from their own marital problems, which his father blamed solely on the kids, they were bringing down the house, in the most emotional sense. They didn’t let him go out with his friends, they didn’t let him go out in general, unless it was with them, or someone they knew.

Years went on, and the bonds of their friendship only got stronger. They would all confess to each other every little problem that occurred in their households, from the most trivial to the most dramatic and heart-breaking. They instilled a total confidence in one another, and that would never change.

In their houses, however, things got worse before they got any better. And this caused the friends to confide more in each other than ever before. The oncoming fear that is college was nearing them.

In their senior year, the Wednesday Crew became so close, that they spent every waking moment together, regardless of time and space. They were all involved in the same after-school activities, that they were always in each other’s company. They were called the ‘Wednesday Crew’ for that reason: all of their activities took place on Wednesday, and between them, they spent the downtime hanging out, usually at South Shore Plaza, but not limited to just there. For his 18th birthday, the Wednesday Crew went out piercing, and what a momentous occasion that was.

On the group trip to Virginia Beach, the Wednesday Crew had sleepovers in their hotel rooms. He got to sleep with each one of the boys in his room, and luckily enough, they were all members of the Wednesday Crew. These escapades were enough for him to mentally “get away” from the drama that was his family life.

One of the most heart-wrenching moments of his life was to come, hard and fast: Graduation, 06 June 2004 – the end of an era. It was the day the Wednesday Crew, and the entire senior class, wasn’t prepared for… the end of high school. The saddest day for them all, and it only lasted for so long. It brought joy to the parents of the members of the Wednesday Crew, to see their little ones graduate, and move on to bigger and better things, but with it came more responsibility and more drama.

College.


It was something he thought he was ready for, but little did he know, he wasn’t. He thought because he was so smart, talented, and gifted, that it would all be a breeze for him. He’d be able to survive his first semester fine. He couldn’t be more wrong. He missed classes, forgot assignments, and ran up the most elaborate overdraft and credit card bill anyone had seen of a college freshman. He didn’t even register for his second semester classes until his last day at school, the last day before the intersession. But, that’s jumping ahead.

His first day of college dorm life, it was nothing short of amazing. It was a Sunday, and he was so glad to see that his entire family had left. He had never felt so free. Aside from the fact that he had to go back home every weekend, because of work, he was quite happy where he was. Over the summer, before he went off, he had discovered a website that would later end up helping him to better spend his free time at school. It was called ManHUNT.net, and on this site there were guys who were looking to hook-up with other guys, and he thought he’d just take a look around. Who knew that when he got to school, he’d use that site more than he’d ever imagined. It had been a long while since he last had sex with anyone, a good six years, and all that was about to change. With the aid of this site, he had sex with a total of 16 different men, and actually dated one of them, his first real boyfriend. He has made a large number of Bi and Gay male friends, more than he had in high school. He felt great that all these men were paying him so much attention, considering in high school, not one boy found him the least bit attractive.

While he was at school, he could do whatever his little heart desired. If he wanted to go to a club, all he had to do was go. If he wanted to take the train into Boston to meet up with other guys, all he had to do was hop on the train. No permission had to be asked, a little thing we all like to call ‘free will.’

As for his academic life, it wasn’t so thriving… He missed many classes, mostly all of the ones he had scheduled for Monday, Wednesday, and Fridays. He missed his math class, a lot. He somehow made it to his German class, pretty much every time. He only missed about three of those, for semi-legitimate reasons.

College was a stressful time for a lot of his friends and himself. It was also a stressful time for his family… The bills that one can incur while away at school are staggering. Cell phones, tuition, books, computers, credit cards, and the like.

Well, this onus left his family in emotional ruins. Although he didn’t ask for it, his mother had taken it upon herself to want to pay all his bills, much to the malediction of his father. She had offered to pay for his computer. He knew about that. She then started paying for his cell phone, which he didn’t ask her to do. She also took over his tuition, but he knew about that one, too. Books he had to buy himself, with his credit card, and money that his younger brother had owed him. His overdraft was another serious issue. He went crazy buying things he’s not sure he needed, but he wanted them anyway. Most of the time, it was just stuff bought online, but other times it was used to take out cash to take the train and to do laundry.

Upon his mother finding out, she went nuts. She gave him the tongue-lashing of his life, telling him that he ruined his own credit, and that he’s completely irresponsible with money. These were things that he wasn’t totally oblivious to, but they were blown far out of proportion.

Since he went away to school, his parents have been fighting constantly, not only about him, but about everything that happens, or doesn’t happen, in the household. They can’t go two hours without arguing about something outrageously stupid. It’s morally reprehensible and unacceptable behaviour, the things these two get into…

The stress from their arguing perpetually has torn his family apart. The person this whole thing has the most adverse effect on is him. When he comes home for the weekends, it’s as though he doesn’t even exist, and when he came home for the Intersession, his parents did nothing but bicker, quarrel, and all but kill each other. He hopes that the results of second semester fare much better than their present state.

This has been the tale of a boy whose life was filled with confusion, trepidation, disillusionment, and general discontent. Let him know what you think about this take on his life… Because I think I told MY story to the best of my ability. If there’s something you didn’t get, or need clarification, don’t hesitate to let me know.

What Happened?

You and I
When we first laid eyes
There was something I found
That I

Didn’t think I’d find
For a very long time
That look we shared
It made you mine

We had a bond
It thought it could be Love
But it didn’t last
I suppose you’d had enough

Wasn’t I what you wanted?
Was I what you needed?
Did I do something wrong?
Or, was it a disaster all along?

I thought you loved me
Didn’t we belong at all?
My heart was yours,
Until you slammed it through the wall.

I sat and cried
‘Cause I hoped it wouldn’t end.
Here, I have a question for us both…
What happened?

There was a time
As we reclined
I felt secure
Inside my mind

I lay with you
Somehow, you knew
And the end
Wasn’t far behind

How could you?
You saw it coming, didn’t you?
Was it something I said?
When we lay in the bed?

I just want to know
For the good of self-salvation
I need to know where it went wrong
To end all my frustration

In the end
I guess I see
That you and me
Weren’t meant to be

I’ll never understand your reasons
Your logic or the rest
I wanted you to see that I have
Given you my best.

From Tight End to Wide Receiver

“What’s wrong with me? Why aren’t I the same as everyone else? What am I going to do,” said the ever-popular Drew Flint, QB of his high school football team. He lay in bed tonight, and wondered what it was that was troubling him. He thought and he thought, but nothing came to mind. Finally, he just gave up and went to bed. That night, he had a dream that may have helped to clarify the situation…

He was sitting in his pick-up truck, with his cheerleader girlfriend in the passenger’s seat. They parked on the cliff, overlooking the city. She leaned into his arms, stroking his leg. He went along, thinking nothing of it. She took it upon herself to kiss him, and he didn’t respond; he just allowed her to kiss him. While she was kissing him, Dream Drew was thinking about hanging out with the other guys on the team. He remembered all the fun the boys had in the locker room before and after the games. He sat in quiet recollection of all the good times they had at the victory dinners. He wondered why it was that he was thinking about this… and he woke up here, every time.

He sat up in bed, sweat pouring down his face. He was flustered and bewildered. He had no clue what was running through his mind. He didn’t want to think about it all at once, so he wiped his brow and went back to bed. Ironically enough, his dream started right from where he left off. Only, this time, it went much further.

After an ‘interesting’ night, he went to school the next day, pretending last night didn’t happen. He was walking through the halls, and every person he passed started laughing at him. Apparently, Dream Stacie had told all of her cheerleader friends that Dream Drew didn’t react to her kissing him, and they told the entire school. ‘Word travels at the speed of light at this school.’ That and the poor boy was wandering the halls nude. Therefore, not only were they laughing, but they were also pointing and laughing.

He awoke from this dream, bathed in his own sweat, and gave in. He found sleeping pills in the medicine cabinet, and took two.

The next morning, as he got ready for school, he stopped to take a moment to admire his Tom Brady poster, paying homage to his favorite player. Something strange happened to him at the time; there was a stirring in his pants, as he gazed upon his poster. He told himself that it was a delayed EMB and that it was fine. {An EMB is an Early Morning Boner.} He went downstairs and had breakfast before he stepped out.

He arrived at school, and everything was normal. He walked through the halls and everyone in the halls wanted to ‘hi-5’ him. Everything was exactly the way it was supposed to be. His buddies on the team even patted him on the behind as he walked by them, and that sparked a series of embarrassing events.

Drew was in the midst of his highly boring Civics class, and began nodding off. He dreamt of the other boys on the team, started moaning softly, and even breathed an ‘oh, Bobby.’ All this happened until someone seated next to him poked him in the rib. He woke up to find the entire class laughing at his expense. He stuck around for the remainder of the class, but sat blushing.

Lunch rolled around and Drew found himself at a table with all the other jocks. It wasn’t that bad. He just learned to keep himself composed. He didn’t have anything to worry about, however, because he didn’t know what was going on inside his thoughts. He had a regular lunch with the guys and girls, and then moved onto his next class.

After school, he took his truck and went home to do some homework before practice. His Civics assignment proved the most difficult. The assignment was a reading on the history of Gay Rights/Equality. He was to read an article and answer some questions. Reading about Gay men and women and the amount of his exhaustion caused another dream:

He was standing on a sidewalk in the downtown area of the city, in the middle of a Pride parade. He saw all the flags, the colors, and all the other boys kissing and such, and he got to wondering. Then he woke up.

He finished his homework and took a shower. Grabbing his gear out of his closet, he was on his way to football practice.

On the drive over, he started scanning through the radio stations. He found a station playing Dance and Techno music, and he found it very appealing. Having never heard it before, it won him over. He also thought that it did a hell of a job at pumping him up for practice.

At practice, he played like never before. He was more focused, determined, and full of energy. His coach and the other boys wondered what was up. Drew told them that he was playing better because he found a better type of music to psyche him up, Dance/Techno. The boys, not knowing what this was, stood in befuddlement. Drew walked over to his truck, pulled it in, and turned the radio to that station. They heard it, and found it to be different from the metal and rock they were used to. It was a welcome change.

After practice, it was time to shower up. In the showers, another happy mishap happened. While he was looking at his friends in their jocks, and others in the shower, he started to feel that stirring again. He couldn’t stay there long enough for his boys to see that, so he showered fast, and high-tailed it for the door. He explained to the coach and the team, as he was running through, that he had to go home early to help his mother.

Back in the truck, he sang along to a Dance song, which was actually a remix to a song he already knew. He drove home rather happily, but at the same time, a bit perplexed. He came home and had dinner with his parents. His sister was out with her friends, and his younger brother was napping in the living room.

He got upstairs and turned on the computer. He signed onto AIM, and had a few conversations with some friends. He also went onto his Music Download program, and started downloading a few Dance tracks. 09:00 came around and he took another shower. He came back to his room to try to find his nicest outfit. He paired together two of his nicest Abercrombie & Fitch polos, one in white and one in sky blue to wear over it, and a pair of Express jeans. He put on his Aldo shoes and headed out the door.

He drove to the next city over, which was about 10 minutes away. He put in the CD he had made of the new Dance songs he downloaded before he left. He arrived in the city and found it. He walked inside, not knowing what to expect.

He walked in to see boys dancing in cages, boys dancing on stages, and boys dancing with other boys. He walked into a Gay club, but wasn’t very sure of himself, yet. He sat down at the bar. The bartender said that he had never seen Drew there, and he said that he’d never been there before. The bartender then offered Drew a bottled-water, only because he noticed the wristband. {Under 21} Drew took it, very humbly. The bartender then told him that he thought he was very cute. Drew thanked him, and turned around in his seat to see the boys on the dance floor. Little did Drew know there was someone in the corner looking over at him.

Randy Adams was a very ‘out’ Gay kid at the same high school, also a senior, and he took notice of Drew’s cameo appearance at the club. He signaled to his friends that he would return. As he walked, he also noticed that Drew didn’t look very secure in his being there. Randy walked over to him and said, “Drew?! What are you doing here?!” He didn’t know how to react. The first thing he said to Randy was that he wasn’t to tell anyone that he had seen Drew there. Randy promised that he wouldn’t. After everything was clarified, the two began to talk.

Drew explained to Randy what his dilemma was, and Randy agreed to help see him through it. Upon Randy hearing Drew’s problem, he laughed.

“That’s no problem! You don’t have an issue and there’s nothing wrong with you. You’ve just came to the ‘startling’ realization that you’re Gay,” said Randy to Drew, while still kind of laughing.

“That’s not funny, Randy. So, you mean to tell me that all the weird dreams and funky experiences I’ve been through were trying to tell me that I’m Gay?”

“Yeah, Drew. And, you know, it’s nice that you can actually show up at a Gay club, before you come out, to help you come to terms with what’s being told to you.”

With that, the two exchanged cell phone numbers, screen names, and promised to talk to each other more often.

Drew went home that evening feeling much better, and less weighed down. Now that he’s had this burden lifted from his shoulders, he could face the world normally again. That's what he set out to do.

He came home, and plopped onto his bed. He took his shoes off, and reclined in his bed thinking ‘I’m Gay.’ He remembered who it was that helped him through it all, and picked up his cell phone. He called Randy, knowing that he’d be up. He called to thank him so much for helping him out, dancing with him for that one song, and being able to keep a secret. He also promised that, if he saw Randy in the halls, he’d acknowledge him.

The next day at school, Drew was back to his regular self: he was more composed, he could control himself and not have ‘strange’ daydreams, and hold his own in the building. He was walking with a few of his Football buds as he saw Randy walking in the hall. Secretly, he turned his head toward him, and gave him a wink; Randy nodded his head.

The two boys had phone conversations every night for a week before Drew asked if Randy wanted to hang out sometime. Randy told him that he’d love to, and suggested that they go out to dinner on Friday night. Drew hesitated at first, then agreed.

Friday night, Drew drove to Randy’s house and picked him up. Drew parked on the curbside, and had his windows tinted, so that no one walking by would be able to tell who it was. Drew and Randy then decided to have dinner in the next town over, only because there was less of a chance for someone to spot them. They arrived at the restaurant, and sat down at a table for two. They had dinner and laughed an awful lot. They talked about all of their life experiences, and Drew asked him about how it felt to be an ‘out’ homosexual. The evening was a success for the two: Drew made a new friend, and Randy found that Drew could possibly be his.

After dinner, Randy asked if Drew wanted to come over to his place and hang out. Drew said yes, because he knew that they’d had fun together, so a little more time together wouldn’t hurt.

They got back to Randy’s and they went up to his room. There, they started talking again, continuing all the conversations from dinner. They talked for hours on end, and became very comfortable around each other. Drew asked if it were all right for him to sleep over, because he didn’t want to go home this late. Randy said that he’d be insulted if he didn’t. Randy then asked if Drew wanted to sleep on the floor or on the bed. Drew said that because he was the guest, he’d sleep on the floor. The two debated about the situation for another ten minutes before Drew suggested that they both sleep in Randy’s bed.

“Are you sure you want to do that, Drew? I mean, I know we’re friends and all, but you still don’t know me that well.”

“It’s fine, Randy. I want to sleep with you. It would be much better to sleep next to one of your friends, than to sleep alone. Am I right?”

“Yeah, you’re right. Hop on in. You’ll always be welcome in my bed.” The two laughed as Drew climbed into bed with Randy.

Drew, in the middle of the night, in his sleep, wrapped his arms around Randy, as though he were trying to protect him from all harm.

Simultaneously, in the middle of their sleep, they both awoke, Randy in Drew’s arms. He was surprised by the gesture, but, at the same time, he was grateful. They both said a smiley, surprised ‘Hi’ to each other, quietly. Drew then started kissing Randy very passionately. Neither of the two tried to stop the other. It progressed to the point where they were having sex. In this circumstance, they both got it, and they both gave it. They both felt the passion and the aggression mutually. Randy’s passion was from finding his first boyfriend, and Drew’s aggression was from never figuring out who he really was until then, but he wasn’t aggressive with Randy at all; he kept his aggression to himself.

After they did the deed, the two lay in bed and cuddled as they slept.

As they awoke that Saturday morning, they both had something they wanted to say to one another. To their surprise, it was exactly the same thing.

“Did you want to date exclusively? And if so, did you want to be public about it?”

The two agreed to date exclusively, being each other’s first real boyfriend. Drew was going to have to tell every one he knew, all of his Football boys, his then girlfriend, all the kids at school, and possibly his parents.

Drew marched into football practice and sat down with his boys. He said aloud, “Guys, Coach, I have something to tell you… I discovered last week that I am Gay.” At first, he thought that from the silence that his boys were going to kill him, beat the bloody pulp out of him. They all said to him that they’ve all known him for far too long, and have bonded too well to drop him like an old habit. They promised that they’d be tolerant of him and his boyfriend until their lives end. Drew was relieved, and then introduced them all to Randy.

That same afternoon, the two boys walked down the hallways, hand in hand. Obviously, there were those who stared at them with their mouths agape, but everyone else was just happy to see their first real Gay couple. Drew was finally happy to be the person he had always needed to become, and Randy was finally happy to have a loving boyfriend.


In the end, we eventually get what we want. We may find it in the weirdest or most illogical places, but there it is. I guess what I’m trying to say is, don’t stop looking for the answers to your quandaries, because they’re right around the corner. Keep looking for what you want… it’s out there.

I Gave In...

You don’t know what you do to me
Your caress is as special as I don’t know
It would seem to me
That our souls are dancing
Together as one
The moment we touched
We lost all control
I liked very much
When my heart you stole

I know how to feel you
Deep inside my mind
So precious to me
Forever, time after time

I was stranded
On an island with no hope
A place that is hard to find
Without the right thoughts (Chorus)
I was searching so desperately
To find somebody like you
But then you came to me
And I didn’t know what to do

So I gave in
I… gave into you
I… gave into you

You found me on the edge of my heart
And you whisked me right away
I hoped it would happen like this
The way you begged me not to stay
I found that in you I had
A lover and a friend for all my life
The pleasure and peace of mind
That I had needed all this time

I know how to feel you
Deep inside my mind
And because of you
Now I know that I can fly

So I gave in
I… gave into you
I… gave into you

What Do I Have To Do?

This is the story of a young boy, named Lance Thomas. He was just your average senior in high school; he had a normal existence, with regular friends who enjoyed playing soccer and such, a best friend who’d have been there for anything, parents who loved him, and an inbred sense of roughhousing.

He and his best friend, Kyle Baker, have gone through everything together: soccer knee scrapes, doctor’s visits, bullies at school, and general forms of playing together. As kids, they would even play Doctor. They performed all kinds of surgeries on each other, like vasectomies, hernia removals, castrations, and other varying “below the belt” surgeries.

As the years progressed, the two became very close. The two experimented with each other {secretly, of course}, and enjoyed every moment of it. They dabbled in the “Homosexual Arts,” with help from gay magazines and Porn.

Ultimately, the two became so close that Kyle had given him the last word.

They were at a friend’s house, Jane Martin, for a party this she was hosting. The two snuck away to a secluded location, at the house, and decided to have a kiss. “I’m not like you. I can’t keep doing this. I’m not gay,” Kyle shouted. Lance couldn’t believe his ears. Kyle then ran off, but he couldn’t catch up. Lance was devastated. He went home very distraught. His parents were very worried. They asked him what was wrong, but all he said was that he’d had an argument with Kyle. {Now, just to let you know, Lance’s parents don’t know he’s gay. Kyle’s parents don’t know that Kyle had tried it, or that Lance is gay.}

Later on that night, Lance’s parents walked into his bedroom to find him crying. They reassured him that whatever the problem was, that it’d be resolved soon, because they had such a history together. Little did his parents know, unrequited love hurts more than all the pains on the planet.

At the same time, Kyle was contemplating exactly everything he had told his best friend. He realized that all the things he said were incredibly hurtful. He, too, went into his room and cried a little. His parents didn’t notice, however, because they weren’t home. He sat in his room and told himself over and over that what he did went against every rule of friendship. He then flashed back to Lance’s expression when he broke the news. It hurt him to see his best friend torn apart like that. He decided that he was going to apologize… tomorrow at school.

Lance and Kyle went to school the next day, and the matter was somewhat resolved. Kyle apologized and told him that they would always be friends. He also tried to lay down some ground rules. He said that they could no longer kiss, hold hands, or any such things. Lance hesitated, but then agreed, after all, they’ve known each other since the dawn of time!

While Lance was at school, his mother took it upon herself to find out why her son had acted so strangely to a simple argument. She looked everywhere! She searched his sock drawer and found condoms and skimpy undergarments. She searched his closet and found snug t-shirts and slim-fitting jeans. Then she snooped about his bed. Under the bed, she found tapes with Gay Porn on them. Under the mattress, she came across Gay magazines and Gay Pornographic magazines. She was not thrilled. She then called his father and told him everything she happened upon.

When Lance came home, he was bombarded with accusations of homosexuality. His parents were assaulting him with these comments and maledictions, until Lance finally came out and said, “Yes, I’m Gay! Leave me alone!” He ran off faster than the Road Runner. He ran all the way to Kyle’s house. With tears streaming down his face, he asked Kyle’s parents if he was in. They said yes, and asked him what was wrong, but he ran past them before they had the chance to finish talking.

Inside his room, Kyle was on his computer. “Kyle,” Lance cried. “Help me. My mother went through my room and found everything! They know about me… I came out to them, forcibly, and they attacked me! I don’t know what to do! Help me, please!” And Kyle, being the loving friend he is, vowed to protect him from his parents. Kyle said that Lance could hide out at his house for as long as necessary. With that, Kyle offered to hug him, and without hesitation, ran into his arms.

That night, the two sat up late and talked about all of the good times the two had while growing up. Kyle asked Lance how long he knew that he was “this way.” Lance told him that he knew about himself ever since the first time they played Doctor, and that every time they kissed each other, it only made sure to Lance that they were destined to be together.

Kyle thought about that for a long time. He realized that he had been leading Lance on their whole childhood! They were lying on Kyle’s bed together when Lance decided to get more comfortable. Kyle sat up on the bed, reclining against the wall, while Lance lay in his arms, on him. Kyle thought that this arrangement felt nice. Lance slept happily because he felt safe resting in Kyle’s arms. And Kyle felt good knowing he could be there for his friend to depend on.

Lance woke up in the middle of the night to see that Kyle was still awake, in the same position he’d been in when Lance fell asleep {reclining against the wall, sitting up, with Lance in his arms}. Lance asked if Kyle was alright. He said that he was, and that he had been thinking of everything they had said that night. He said that everything Lance said had made an incredible amount of sense, but he didn’t feel like acting on it. Lance said that it was fine that he felt that way. They’d be friends regardless of whatever decisions were reached. After their little chat, they fell asleep. Kyle’s parents walked into the room to find that the boys had slept {actually slept, nothing more} together, like they did when they were younger. They thought nothing of it. {Shocking, huh?}

The next morning, at the breakfast table, Kyle’s parents asked him and Lance if they had slept all right. Lance said yes, but Kyle wanted to know why they asked. So, obviously, he asked. His mother told them that both she and his father walked into the room late last night to see how they were doing. But when they came upon the room, they were both asleep. She also said that they noted the position they were in when they konked out. She said it was very cute, but the boys, Kyle more specifically, were worried. Kyle asked if they knew, and they said yes. Kyle was confused. His mother said that she had known that Kyle could be Gay since he was little. Again, Kyle was confused. He told them that it wasn’t what he was referring to. He was asking if they knew Lance was Gay. They said yes to that, too, but Kyle wanted to know why they thought he was. They said it was because of the way the two boys played together as kids. Upon hearing, Kyle wanted to clarify that he wasn’t Gay. His parents agreed, but they knew that he would come into his own with Lance’s help.

That day, Kyle’s mother said that she had gotten a phone call from Lance’s parents. They wanted to know if Lance was there and if he was all right. She said that she told them he was there and that he was fine. All he needed was a little time to himself with a close friend. They also wanted to know if Lance was coming home anytime soon. She didn’t know what to tell them.

Lance and Kyle’s birthdays were coming up rather soon. They were turning 18. {What a great age it is to discover your true self fully!} They decided that, to celebrate their adulthood, they would go out and do what 18-year-olds do: Rent Porn legally, go clubbing, and get pierced. They went to the local piercing parlor first. They thought about it, and decided that they both wanted Genital piercings. Kyle wanted to get his Frenum pierced, which is under the Penis. Lance decided that he wanted a Prince Albert, which is a piercing at the tip of the Penis. They had also decided that they were going to be in the room for each other. It wasn’t going to be weird because they had seen each other before. After that, the two decided to rent Porn. Oddly enough, Kyle decided that he wants to pick up straight porn. Lance laughs. Kyle asked him why he laughed. He said that he laughed because he knows that Kyle is far from straight. Kyle laughs. They both laughed heartily.

On the way back to Kyle’s house, they both ran into Lance’s parents. It went well. They asked how Lance was and how the Baker’s were treating him. He said that Kyle and his parents were very nice to him. His parents told him that they were sorry they harassed him that way. He told them that if they really loved him and were truly sorry, they wouldn’t have done that in the first place. The two boys went off in a huff, leaving Lance’s parents, mouths agape.

Back at Kyle’s house, the boys decided to watch their porn before going out to the club. First, they popped in Kyle’s straight porn, because it’s his house. They were watching it, but it did nothing for either of them… Then, they popped in Lance’s Gay porn, and there were surprises to be seen. Aside from Lance becoming thrilled at the site of men having at it, even Kyle’s “Sgt. Man Meat” was at full salute. He tried to hide it, but Lance knew better. Kyle denied it completely, saying that it was an N.A.R.B. {No Apparent Reason Boner}. Again, Lance knew better. Nothing could get past Lance, but he let it go.

Later on, the boys got ready to head for the club, with plenty of pomp and splendor. The two got all gussied-up for the first night of the rest of their lives. When they arrived at the club, they sat at a table and ordered two Shirley Temples. After a few sips of the grenadine-infused Sprite, Kyle and Lance decided to hit the floor. They were having a ball! Kyle became a tad tired and told Lance that he was going to sit a few dances out. Lance was perplexed, but he said it was fine. Then, as Lance danced alone, he was approached by a very pretty boy. They began to dance and had a good time. Kyle saw this and seethed with jealousy. Lance saw that Kyle looked a tad distraught and immediately came to see him. Lance asked Kyle if he was jealous, and obviously, he said no. Again, Lance knew better. After this little tête-à-tête, the boys went home.

When they got home, they had the same conversation they did the first night Lance stayed at Kyle’s. As you would have guessed, they slept the same way as that night. The only difference was that Lance was the one reclining against the wall, holding Kyle in his arms. In the middle of the night, Lance awoke to look down at Kyle’s lovely face. He felt an urge and took it upon himself to do it. He kissed him. What was strange was he felt someone was kissing him back… And he thought to himself, Boy, does he taste good! The kissing subsided, Lance had to hold back; Kyle didn’t want this. Friends don’t take advantage of each other like that.

The next morning, Kyle got up and went to the bathroom. Lance got up to find that Kyle had removed himself from his body. Kyle came back into the room and talked with Lance. He told Lance that he had the weirdest dream. He said that he was lying in his bed when Lance flew in from the window, took his clothes off, took Kyle’s clothes off, and then kissed him passionately as he jumped in the bed with him. Lance told him that it was the craziest dream he’d ever heard about, and it explained why Lance was getting poked during his slumbers! Lance had never laughed so hard! Kyle’s face turned beet red; Lance then told him that his dream wasn’t completely off…

“I did try to kiss you while you were asleep, but I only meant to give you a peck on the lips. But then, outta nowhere, you came out and kissed me back… tongue and everything! I’m really sorry, Kyle,” screamed Lance.

“It’s all right, Lance. Calm down! Shh! My mom’s going to hear you! It’s perfectly fine; I mean I kissed you back, so it’s partly my fault! That and I was poking you with my love wand all night! Don’t worry about it anymore,” said Kyle, half-laughing, half-serious.

“I have a confession to make to you, Kyle. I… I l… I love you, Kyle,” cried Lance, literally.

“What?!” said Kyle.

“I gotta go, Kyle. Please forgive me. You weren’t meant to hear that, but I’m glad you did.”

“No, wait! Come back, Lance! You love me?”

Lance sat down and cried, frustrated. “Yes, Kyle, I love you. I’ve loved you since day ONE; Ever since the first time we kissed in the park. Every time we held hands or something, I felt like you understood me, and I felt safe and good. You made me feel great, and I love that! OK, I love you! Now, I must go; I understand that you wouldn’t want me to be here right now. Bye, Kyle.”

“Lance, wait… I love you, too. I loved you then, too! When we first kissed, I’ve never felt the way I did with you before. I’ve never felt safer, either. You unlocked something in me that I never thought I had! With you, I can be myself.”

Together they sang, “‘I can let my hair down/I can say anything crazy/I know you’ll catch me right before I hit the ground.’” They’ve never laughed any harder.

Later on that night, after an intense make-out session, the two boys headed for bed. And away went the clothes… They caressed each other with both hands and lips. To Lance, it was great that Kyle had opened up. For Kyle, it was great that he had finally come into his own. They had sex, again and again.

The next day, there was an outdoor concert and they decided they had to go. They had heard that Kylie Minogue, De Nuit, and Amber were going to perform. Lance was thrilled because he loved the three of them. Kyle was happy because Lance was happy.

When they got there, they ran into Lance’s parents. They were ecstatic to see their son so happy, but they didn’t know why.

Lance walked up to his parents. He said to them, “I have a confession to make. I’m really sorry that you had to find out like that. It hurt me to see you so upset, but what hurt me more was how you treated me. It really, really hurt. Anyway, I wanted to tell you that… Kyle and I are going out.”

“I’m sorry, sweetie,” said Lance’s mother. “I didn’t mean to do that to you. You’re my son; I’m supposed to love you no matter what. I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that. I really am proud that you found your true personality. And I’m even happier to know that you’ve already found someone who loves you just as much as we do. I’m glad that you and Kyle have each other.”

“We’re glad too, Mom. I’m glad that you approve, you big hypocrite! Thanks,” said Lance.

As Kylie took to the stage to perform “In Your Eyes,” Kyle and Lance got together and danced with each other. Soon after, Lance’s parents got together to dance. Kyle’s parents showed up a bit after and started dancing, too.

Kyle and Lance shared an extremely sensual kiss in front of everyone at the show, without a care in the world.