This short story isn't going to be a happy one, not completely. Unfortunately, events in our society cannot always go as one might hope. However, we must all do what we can to make things go as best we can. Comments, as usual can be directed to me via email at: hermesauthor@gmail.com
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"Better" by Hermes
I woke up in a cold sweat. This has been happening to me almost nightly for the past few months. Ever since I met 'HIM'. My name is Mark. I'm 14. I've been having recurring dreams these last few night and they're really disturbing me. See, a couple months ago, a new family moved in down the street from us. They seemed nice enough, but it wasn't the adults that cause me 'issues'. It's their son.
See, Tony, that's his name, is my age. Normally I'd be really excited about another kid my age moving in. Our neighborhood didn't have any kids anywhere close to my age and I really get tired of hanging out with kids that are 4 or 5 years younger than I am. We really don't have that much in common.
Well, Tony and I did get to be friends. He was one of those kids that you couldn't help but like. He was always upbeat, never had a bad thing to say about anyone or anything. I, on the other hand, used to be thought of as a dark cloud. That was, until shortly after Tony and I got to be friends. Just being around him changed my outlook on life. I found myself being drawn to him. Had I realized it at the beginning I would have turned tail and ran for the hills. I guess I should, at this point, go back and tell you what happened. See, I fell in love with him. I didn't know how or why or when, but I did.
From the time he moved in we spent nearly every waking moment together, and, on weekends, it wasn't uncommon for the two of us to spend the night at one or the others house. Well, two 14 year old boys have certain 'needs' and it wasn't long before Tony and I were talking about that.
It started innocently enough. I was spending the night at his place, and, about 4 in the morning, I woke up and my dick was harder than I can ever remember it. I slowly and quietly got out of bed and went to the bathroom to 'take care' of it. I guess, in my haste, I neglected to lock the door because right when I was just about to the glory stroke the door opened and in walked Tony. There was no way I could stop. But, to be honest, it was kind of exciting to have him watch me finish.
Once I was done I was scared. But, Tony was his usual self. He said, "Yo. Dude. Don't worry about it. I do it all the time too!" Once he'd said that, he made sure the door was locked and stripped. Then he proceeded to jack off right in front of me. I couldn't keep my eyes off and, yep, you guessed it, I got hard again. He was going to town when he noticed I was primed again. He told me to join him, so I did. There we were at about 4:15 in the morning, in his bathroom with our undies on the floor and our hands a blur on our equipment. We both finished and went back to bed.
The next day, Tony came to me and said, "Mark. Can I ask you a question?"
I laughed. "Dude, you just did... but go ahead."
"Um," he was uncharacteristically tongue tied, "do you feel okay with what we did last night?"
I thought 'Here it comes, he hates me' but responded, "I guess, are you?"
"No." He said.
Man, I thought my life was over. I got a worried look on my face and said, "What do you mean, No? You were the one who actually suggested we do it together."
He looked at me and I noticed a tear starting to make it's way down his cheek. He said to me, "I'm not okay with it because it didn't go where I wanted it to go. I wanted us to get closer. All that happened last night was two kids jerking together. I have been having these feelings about you that I can't shake." He started crying before he continued, "Mark, I think I love you."
I don't know what possessed me to do and say what I did next. "Tony, I know what you mean. I think I love you too." Then I stood, walked over to him and kissed him. His tears stopped and he hugged me tight and went along with the kiss. That kiss was powerful. I nearly lost my load in my shorts just with him kissing me.
This went on for a few weeks. Finally, one day, we were talking in my room when he asked, "Mark, do you think we're gay?" I didn't know what to think. Our 'lovemaking' had been progressively getting more intense. We went from jacking together, to jacking each other, to oral sex, but nothing else. Well, we kissed. We kissed a lot. It was just that we felt so right together, like we could take on the world. How I wish I knew how true that statement really was. We would have to take on the world.
I looked at him and said, "So what if we are? Does it matter to you?"
"No."
"Do you think it would matter to our parents?"
"No."
"Then fuck it. We're gay, whoopee!"
Tony smiled, a smile that could brighten the darkest day. He then looked at me and said, "I want to tell someone. I don't care who, but I want to share this, I want to scream it out loud on the rooftops."
I laughed and said, "Whoa Nelly. Why don't we start in a little more controlled environment, let's go tell my folks."
"Okay." He replied, then took me by the hand and we walked down to the living room where we were surprised that not only were my parents there, but his were as well. That made it really easy. I guess they noticed that we were walking in hand-in-hand.
I said, "Mom, Dad, Mr. & Mrs. James. We have something to tell you." They looked at us with what I now know was a knowing grin. Tony continued, "We're gay and we love each other." There, it was out, now we see if we were right about our parents.
Mine looked at each other then at Tony's. I think they had actually discussed this because my Dad spoke for all of them. "Well, I can't say this is a surprise. It is actually funny because this is why Tony's parents are here. We were actually discussing this very topic when you two came down and confirmed our suspicions. First off, let me say that none of us have a problem with you guys being in love. We're actually happy you two found each other. The question is, what do you guys want to do about it? You are 14, nearly 15, and you both have a level head on your shoulders, so, we feel you can decide where you want to take this. If you need any advice, we're here, any or all of us. We support you, we love you."
I almost fell over with emotion. That went WAY too well. We both hugged our parents. All 4 became both Mom and Dad to both of us. We sat on the loveseat and we started to discuss what we might do next. Tony wanted to come out to the world. His Dad cautioned that not everyone was as open or accepting as they were. He was concerned because he'd been reading about other kids that had been bullied at school and wound up killing themselves. I told him he didn't have to worry about us doing that. We were both aware of it, we'd been reading the stories on the internet news about them. But all of them had one thing in common. They were alone. We had each other.
Well, we didn't decide to come out publicly then. But we also decided not to hide it. If someone actually asked we'd tell them. So we went to school the next day and acted like we had all along. Things went this way for weeks. Tony and I spend every single night together, alternating between his house and mine. For all intents and purposes we were a couple.
One day, we were walking outside during lunch when we came across a group of kids in a circle. Well, that usually means a fight is happening. We approached and what we saw got me really pissed. There were 3 big guys pushing around a littler dude. They were yelling, "You wanna suck my dick, faggot?" and "You know, fags don't deserve to live." and "What does it feel like taking a dick up your ass?" I wasn't proud of what I did next. I took Tony's hand and pulled him away. I was afraid we'd be next, especially since we were together and if anyone was beating up on him I'd lose it.
We stood on the sidelines and watched that poor kid (who was really cute, by the way) being bullied. Finally, I'd had enough. Tony and I went to the office and asked to speak to the Guidance Counselor. We were taken into his office and he asked, "What can I do for you?"
I spoke. "Well, for the past few days, we've been seeing a group of guys bullying another boy in the quad and we thought you might want to do something about it." "Well, did you hear what it was about?" He asked.
Tony spoke. "Yeah, they are messing with him cuz they think he's gay. They keep asking him what it's like to..."
The counselor cut him off, "You don't need to say what, specifically. Thanks for your report, we'll take it under advisement. You should go back to class." With that he handed us passes in case we were late getting to class, stood, opened his door and we left. We'd done what we could.
Every day for the next week, we saw that same kid being bullied by those same guys. We even went back and talked to the counselor. He tried to tell is we'd misunderstood what was happening. I got angry and said, "How could we misunderstand? If you don't believe us, it's going on RIGHT NOW! Go check it out for yourself!" instead he got on me because I was yelling at him.
Two days later the kid wasn't in school. We checked for him every day for a week, but he wasn't there. One night, Tony was on the internet reading the news and he cried out, "OH NO!"
I ran to him and saw the picture of that kid on the screen under the headline, "14 YEAR OLD COMMITS SUICIDE OVER BULLYING DUE TO HIS SEXUAL ORIENTATION" We'd failed. We should have at least gotten to him and let him know he wasn't alone. We went to our parents and told them about what we had seen and what we did about it. My dad is a lawyer. He asked me for the boy's name and he found his parent's phone number. He called.
I know he wound up taking the case for free. He went to the school and was told that neither Tony nor myself EVER talked to the Guidance Counselor. Not for any reason. I told my dad that was bullshit. Then I remembered. That day we'd first talked to him he gave us passes to get in class if we were late, but we'd gotten there in time. I still had the pass. I showed it to my dad and his smile grew.
A few months later Tony and I were watching TV when we saw my Dad's face on the news. We listened as he said, "Today we are sending a message, loud and clear, to people in authority. Take bullying seriously. We have filed a wrongful death suit against the school district, the administration of the school, the boys involved in bullying my client's child to the point where he decided life wasn't worth living, and the parents of each of those boys. This is a problem that has reach epidemic proportions. We cannot turn a deaf ear to this. We need to instill in our children that tolerance of others that are different is not only the right thing to do, it's the ONLY thing to do."
Well, Dad won the case. An assembly was held at our school and from what I heard every school in the state. Oh, and Tony and I came out at school too. Nobody treats us any different. Well, except for a few jerks.
Tony and I wanted to tell all of you that you're not alone even though it seems like it. Find SOMEONE to talk to. If you can't do it in person, there are places you can go on the internet. Here's one. http://www.thetrevorproject.org/ Please talk to someone before you make that ultimate choice. Also, realize, over time, thing can and will get better in your life. If you don't believe me, there are literally hundreds of others that will tell you the same. Check it out for yourself! http://www.youtube.com/user/itgetsbetterproject
The End