All the usual disclaimers apply to this story. I am not going to say this is all fiction, but I have tried to be as vague as possible to protect those who might not like to be known. The following story Involves sex between two teen males. If that bothers you, then please don't read. Please be at least 18 or within your Legal right to be able to read it in your area. Thanks 8-)
I also would like to thank 2 very important people. First, Billy Joe Walker Jr. You were always an inspiration to me. Your writing moved me more than you will ever know. Secondly, Dave I love you. Thanks for being my best friend
Come Sail Away
Chapter 7
I can remember the last time I drove this far north. I went to a hockey game that changed my life forever. I didn't know it at the time. Sometimes you can't see the forest through all the tress. The song came back to my mind again.
WE LIVED HAPPILY FOREVER
SO THE STORY GOES
BUT SOMEHOW ME MISSED OUT
ON THE POT OF GOLD
BUT WE'LL TRY BEST THAT
WE CAN TO CARRY ON
I walked and kept thinking. I opened my mouth and sang softly to myself. "We'll try.best that we can.to caarrryyyy on......."
I looked down at my watch again and, and.SHIT. I forgot my backpack. I must have left it lying on the ground next to the picnic tables. I did an about face and went back to the tables. It was gone. I looked around. I didn't see anyone, at least no one close by. I can't believe this was happening to me. I lost the book. I didn't give a shit about anything else. It was the book I cared about most. The book, that Brian gave me as a present.
I had put it away several years ago. I didn't really want to look at it anymore. It brought back too many memories. Some good. Well actually a lot good. I was digging through my closet and found it tucked away in a box and pulled it out. I hadn't looked at it in several years. I opened the front cover and seen once again what was wrote on the inside cover.
Damn, I looked around once again. I had to find it. I couldn't loose.. I sat down and felt totally helpless. I wanted to cry. This whole day has been shitty. I have so few things left that mean anything to me. The book Brian gave me was one of them. Brian loved two things. He loved to listen to Bob Dylan, and read Edgar Allan Poe. I learned to love Poe. Dylan on the other hand was something I just tolerated. Like a splinter wedged deep into my mind. I remember the day I got the book. It all came flooding back into my mind. I got it just before Green Bay................
I didn't know what time it was, but I knew that it was morning. I turned and seen Brian was close to my side. I loved waking up next to him, and I loved sleeping under his covers and on his pillows. His smell was everywhere. I rolled over and tried to see the clock. I sat up a little trying to focus my eyes. The bedroom door opened a crack, and Brian's mom stuck her head in. She put her finger up to her lips, signaling me to be quiet, then smiled and shut the door. I looked over to the clock and seen that it was 7:30. I lay back down and began to think. These past weeks have been so great. For the first time in my life I found what was missing. I turned my head towards Brian and just watched him sleep. It was Brian. That's what I had been missing. He was now such a big part of my life. Everyday when I got up, he was the first thing I thought about. At night, he was the last thought that went through my head before sleep took over.
I don't know how long I laid there starring at him. I loved to watch him sleep. He looked so peaceful. I just felt so much love for him. I could no longer imagine life without him. I reached over, closing my eyes, and ever so gently kissed his cheek. I opened them once again, and just stared down at him. I wondered what it would be like to be loved by him, to have someone love me as much as I loved him. I slowly backed away and smiled. I propped my head up with my hand and just watched him sleep. That moment seemed to stand still for me. Im not sure how much time had passed, when he started to stir. His eyes seemed to slowly come in focus, and he looked strangely at me.
"Morning buddy, sleep good last night?"
"Yeah." He stretched and just kind of rolled over and looked at me. "How long have you been awake?" I smiled and shrugged my shoulders.
"Don't know buddy, awhile I guess."
"So what have you been doing, just laying here waiting for me to wake up?"
"YEP." He smiled at me and shook his head.
"Weirdo."
"Weirdo, what you talking about, Im no weirdo. Did you know that you do this funny thing with your nose when you sleep?" I was starting to smile, but held back from laughing.
"See, see what I mean. You are a weirdo"
I couldn't hold it back anymore and just started to snicker a little. "Well true, but at least I don't do that funny thing with my nose"
"Damn, you even wake up as a smart-ass. I'll bet you even dream smart-ass things?"
This got me laughing, and he started to giggle a little too. His voice was a little horse in the morning. Even though it sounded a little groggy. That laugh could always make me shiver and tighten up. I wish I could have only bottled that laugh. He sat up real fast and looked around.
"What time is it anyways?"
I too sat up. "I don't know." I looked at him while he stretched to see the clock. He was only wearing a pair of Boxers. I loved the way he looked in Boxers. I can't imagine anyone looking better. His smooth skin was pure perfection. The way his body moved was like watching a sculpture come to life. I always thought that if Michelangelo had seen Brian. He would have sculpted him instead of David.
"Damn dude, we have to get moving." He jumped out of bed. I could see by the front of his shorts he had the ole morning wood working. I wanted to say something, but didn't. Instead I just gasp to myself. This was the first time since I had met him, which I finally had a clue to what lay beneath those shorts. WOW. I kind of just lay there for a second and stared. He ran out the door to the bathroom. I think I was daydreaming when he walked back in the room.
"Come on you bum. You going to stay in bed all day long?" I rolled over on my back and placed my hands behind my head.
"Well come to think of it, I am kind of comfortable. I think I will just stay here. I didn't really want to drive all the way to Green Bay today anyways."
Well that was the wrong thing to say. Once again he seen weakness in my position and attacked. I recoiled in reaction to him landing on top of me. I loved the feel of his body on top of mine. The smoothness of his skin was like running your fingers though fine silk. I quickly reversed the position and was now looking down at him. When I rolled over on top, I hit his eye with my elbow. He winced in pain; I stopped in fear of him being hurt.
"Damn buddy, im so sorry. I didn't mean... I stopped and didn't say another word. I was just looking at him trying to figure out if I had hurt him. He pulled his hand back and kind of blinked his eye several times.
"Its O.K., you just grazed me a little. I'll be fine." I sat there motionless. As his eye came back into focus he looked up at me and smiled. I think he was trying to let me know he was O.K. I just stared into his eyes and didn't move. I had this overwhelming desire to reach down, place my hands on his face and gently place a kiss on his lips. I was overcome by desire at that moment. I wanted more than anything to share my love with him. I reached down with my hand and gently caressed the side of his cheek. Looking deep into his eyes, I saw something. I got scared, and quickly pulled my hand back.
"You sure you are O.K.?"
"Yeah im fine." He said it almost in a whisper.
I slowly got up and sat on the edge of the bed. My head was spinning from the rush of emotions I just had. I wanted so badly to tell him. Tell him more than anything how much I... I loved him. Yes, to tell him that I loved him.
"Scott" he said in broken whispered voice"
I turned and looked at him. He had almost a pained look on his face. I tried to figure out what that look meant.
"Yeah" I said just as quietly.
"Do you like me?" he said this while he turned his head and looked away.
"What?" I think I was more shocked than anything else.
"Do you like me?"
"Well of course I like you. What would make you ask a question like that?" He paused for a second and turned to face me once again.
"I just wanted to know if you liked me, or felt sorry for me?" I sat there stunned by this question. I guess this was the last thing I ever thought he would ask me. I turned around on the bed and faced him. I sighed. I felt like I had failed him somehow.
"Brian, I don't come over here and see you everyday, or call you all the time cause I feel sorry for you. I am here cause you're the best friend I could ever want, or wish to have."
"Yeah." He looked up at me and kind of smirked a little.
"Yeah." I smiled back.
"Well I want to give you something." He jumped up and walked over to his Dresser and opened the bottom drawer. Reaching in he pulled out a sack. Walking back over he handed it to me.
"Here, I got this for you. I was wanting to give you something, but I felt like it was stupid."
"Why did you think it was stupid?"
"Cause you have given me so much. I mean look at everything you got me for my Birthday. All I got you was this." He sat down next to me, and waited for me to open the sack.
"I don't know what to say. You know you didn't have to get me anything?" He smiled and I opened the sack. I pulled out a package that was wrapped in red tissue paper. I looked up at him and smiled. He had a very eager look on his face awaiting my reaction.
"Thanks Buddy, I don't have one of these. Really you shouldn't have." I said in my best sarcastic voice.
"Shut up and unwrap it will you." He smiled and then got an antsy look on his face.
I held the package for a second. I didn't want this moment to end too fast. This was a gift from Brian. As far as I was concerned, it could have been a pair of Big Bird slippers. I wouldn't have cared. It was from the person I loved, and meant more than anything.
I reached down and kind of caressed the package. I could tell he was getting anxious for me to open it. I slipped my finger in the edge of the paper and ripped it open. My eyes scanned the contents and realized that it was a book. I flipped it over.
"Complete Stories and Poems of Edgar Allan Poe"
"I hope you like it." He just sat there and looked at me.
"Like it?" I said in cracked voice. "I love it. Thanks." I reached over and gave him a hug. It was a hug of love for me. I let my hand caress his back while I held him. He felt better than any words could describe. I almost felt like I could have cried. I was so happy that my emotions went into overdrive.
"I was hoping that you would like it. I love his poems; they are so deep and mysterious.
I just sat there and held the book. The front cover had a picture of a Raven on it.
"I had to read one of his poems in class. I know I will love it. Thanks Brian. I really like it a lot." I sat there and held it. I looked up at him and smiled.
"I just wanted you to know that I... Well I like you and..." He paused and kind of looked down at his feet. It was so cute when he got shy. I wanted so badly to tell him how much I loved him. I wanted him so badly to tell me that he loved me also. I waited, and nothing. Maybe I was hoping for too much. I finally broke the silent tension in the room.
"Well buddy, I like you too. Does this mean we are gonna go jump in a warm shower together?" I leaned over and bumped him with my shoulder. He just looked up at me and rolled his eyes.
"I was going to write something in the front cover." He paused for a second, and fiddling with his hands a little. "I just didn't know what to write. Someday I will know, and then I will write in it."
"Well I tell you what. If we don't get a move on it, we are going to have all weekend HERE to think about it. Are you ready to blow this pop stand?"
"HELL YEAH lets hit the road."
With that said we both jumped up and started to get ready to leave. I reached down and grabbed my bag, and started digging for something to change in to. I looked up just in time to see Brian drop his Boxers. He turned and opened a dresser drawer, grabbed a clean pair and started to pull them on. I know I was staring. I couldn't help it. He was just so beautiful. I cannot put into words what I saw, or what my mind was thinking at that moment. I felt dizzy. I turned quickly away with his image frozen in my mind.
I didn't deserve him. He was too good for me. What was I thinking? You're out of your league on this one Scott. These thoughts kept going through my mind. Maybe if I would have saved a busload of kids from a burning building or something. Then maybe God would have rewarded me with someone as perfect as him. This weekend was going to be harder than I thought. I had to stay in control. I have to remember that Brian is my friend. He just likes me as a friend. I kept repeating this over, and over in my mind.
"Come on Dude, I cant wait to get out of here."
I turned; he was dressed and ready to go. He had his hat turned backwards. I loved it when he wore it that way. His face looked so angelic.
"All right, hold your horses."
We made our way downstairs and his mom handed us each a sack lunch. She kissed Brian, and told him to be good. He looked at me and I could tell he was embarrassed. I walked over to his mom and stuck my cheek out and asked where mine was. She smiled and just shook her head.
"I feed you, and I board you. I think that's enough."
I acted like my feelings were hurt, and Brian just laughed. This now got me laughing. Brian ran out the front door and I was walking behind him. His mother grabbed my arm and stopped me. She reached over and kissed me on the cheek.
"You two be careful this weekend. If you have any problems, call."
She handed me her Cell phone and I walked out the door. I jumped in the truck, and we just looked at each other. Smiles broke out on our faces at the same time. I started my truck and we headed out.
We drove down the road in a perfect blend of chatter and silence. He reached over and grabbed the book he gave me. Opened it and started to read. We had been driving for about three hours and I wanted to stop before I hit Chicago. I pulled over into a gas station and announced that it was break time. I filled up with gas and we both hit the restroom. The ride continued into Chicago. We both marveled at the city skyline and how big everything was. The traffic passed us, as if he were standing still. No matter how fast I drove, we always seemed to be in every ones way. Once through Chicago, I breathed a sigh of relief. We were in Wisconsin and quickly making our way to our final destination. The time seemed to pass quickly. We both sat and talked about everything and nothing. That was one of the things I loved about Brian the most. We could talk about nothing. There just seemed to be an unspoken ease between us. Neither one of us felt like we had to entertain the other, we were just content being together.
Finally we were getting close to reaching Green Bay. My butt was asleep, and my legs were getting cramped from driving for so long. We followed the directions to the Hotel, and pulled into the parking lot. Off in the distance we could see Packer Stadium. I have always been a Football fan and this seemed to be like the Holy Shrine of Stadiums. The history of Packer Stadium was second only to Yankee Stadium of Baseball lore. Thoughts of Vince Lombardi were in my mind as I walked in to the Managers office to check in. I gave him the confirmation number, signed a paper and got our key. I walked outside, jumped in the truck, and threw Brian the key. Driving down to our room for the night, I suddenly felt a little anxious. We unpacked our stuff, and made our way to the room. We walked in and the first thing that caught my eye. There was one king size bed. I felt a little nervous at first to our impending sleeping arrangement. I wondered what Brian was thinking. Would he feel uncomfortable about this? I mean we had slept in the same bed before, but it was always by chance, and never by design.
I studied his face for any reaction, there seemed to be none there. We closed the door and he called out.
"I get this side." He quickly made his way to the side of the bed closet to the window.
I walked over and fell back on the bed. I was beat, and tired from the drive. My butt was numb, and my legs felt like lead. I glanced over at the clock on the nightstand. I seen we still had almost four hours before game time. According to the Hotel Manager, the rink was a little over a mile away. I announced to Brian I was going to lay here for a second and relax.
"Go ahead dude, I will sit here and read a little. Im still too fired up."
I lay there with my arm draped over my eyes. Letting all the tension from the drive leave my body.
"What is your favorite poem of Poe's?" I rolled over on my side as I asked him this. He thought for a second.
"Hhhmmm, I don't know." Thinking for a second. "I guess it depends on the mood im in. What poem did you read for school?"
"We read The Raven." I rolled back over and closed my eyes. He opened the book and began to read me The Raven. The words seemed to create haunting visions of a dark and mystic room. I remember him reading softly, I drifted off to sleep to the sound of his voice.........
I sat on the edge of the picnic table with my head buried in my hands. I remembered him reading the poem to me. His voice still to this day, echoes through my mind. Those words haunt my memories.
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee--by these angels he hath
sent thee
Respite--respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore;
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."
With this passage going through my mind I did not here him approach. With my head still buried in my hands, he walked up and stood beside me. I became startled, and jumped. Standing before me was my Skater friend, in his hand was my backpack.
"Hey dude, did you lose this?"
I looked down at his hand and a wave of relief swept through my body. I sighed out loud.
"Yes. I thought I had lost it forever." I looked up and stared into his eyes. They seemed so familiar, yet different.
"Well you said you were going to be out here. I was just bumming around and came over here to find you. When I got here all I found was this. I thought it was yours, so I grabbed it before someone else did."
I reached out and he handed it to me. I felt as if a part of me had been restored. I grasped it tightly. My hand was shaking a little. I set it down on the table and just stared at it.
"You going to check to make sure everything is there?"
I looked up at him, and didn't really know what to say. Did I send some message of distrust to him?
"Why? I trust you."
"Trust me, you don't even know me. Why would you trust me?"
I thought for a second, and motioned for him to have a seat. He stood and looked at me for a second. I think he was trying to figure me out. Finally he sat down on top of the picnic table a few feet away. He reached in his pocket and offered me a smoke.
"Here dude, I owe you one"
I reached over and grabbed it. I stuck it in my mouth, and reached in my pocket to grab my lighter. I hesitated, and took the cig out of my mouth.
"I think it's time we introduced ourselves. My name is Scott, what's yours?" I lit my smoke and looked over at him.
"Eric. My name is Eric" His eyes stayed focused on the ground. Not once looking up at me.
Well Eric, as far as I know you have never given me a reason not to trust you. Would you feel better if I did?" I looked at him for a reaction. He looked up and kind of shrugged his shoulders.
He did not answer me. We sat there and silently smoked, neither one of us wanting to break the silence first. I stared out at the lake again. The breeze had seemed to all but quiet down. Now there was just a silence in the air that could only be described as peaceful. The silence was broken, his voice softly asking me.
"So, who's Brian?"
Thanks for reading. I hope I have not left you hanging too long between Chapters. I just needed a break. I will get the next one out in a day or two. As always I love to get your E- Mails. I have made so many new friends. "From Fresno to New Zealand, I love you all."