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My All-American Boy By Josh Blake
This story is a prequel to my ongoing series "When You Least Expect," which can be found in the "College" section of Nifty. However, you won't need to have read it to enjoy this story. Perhaps you'll consider checking it out. Now, without further ado...
"Josh, sometimes I swear you are such a dork!" Emily exclaimed. She moved her sunglasses to the top of her head as we walked into the fireworks store. It was the Fourth of July in 2006 and we were heading to a huge party Emily knew about.
"I just don't like literally setting money on fire," I said.
"Ugh, you have a job! That's what the money is for!" Emily said, rolling her eyes.
"No, that money that I make at the grocery store is to get me through school. My parents aren't rich like yours, remember?" I replied.
"But you're smart. You won't have anything to worry about. I still can't believe you're going to be a teacher. Why would you want to do that?" Emily asked.
"Your mom is a teacher," I said.
"Yeah, but she hates it," Emily said.
"Well, I always liked English class. I enjoy writing and reading literature. I just thought teaching would be the best way for me to do something I enjoy," I said.
"You're a dork. Anyway, let's see what we can get for the party. I told Evan we'd bring some fireworks."
Emily and I had been best friends for a little over a year. We went through most of high school without even speaking to each other. We didn't run in the same circles. Emily was a popular cheerleader. I wasn't really popular at all. I was friends with a lot of people, but I didn't really fit into any of the cliques.
Somehow, Emily and I just hit it off one day. We ended up sitting next to each other in our first period economics class and started talking. We had several classes together senior year. Emily was clearly out of my league, but we got along well. Our relationship was more of a brother and sister type relationship than anything else. While some might have assumed we were dating or sleeping together, we were not. Emily did drop some hints that I should have been able to interpret as flirting. In hindsight, I know exactly what she was doing. I could have fucked her as much as I wanted back then. She wanted it. But at 18 years old, my brain was still confused about what I wanted.
I was pretty sure that I was gay. Frankly, the idea of being gay scared me to death. I was an only child, and my parents were pretty religious. I was certain I would be disowned if they knew I was gay. I just kept my wall up and tried to keep my real desires hidden.
"I don't know why you want me to go to this party so bad," I said. "You know I'm not one for parties and being around a bunch of people."
"That's why I'm making you go. You need to get out more and hang out with people. You're about to be in college. You need to meet people and have fun," Emily said.
Suddenly, Emily and I were startled by a small, brown haired child of about five years old bolting past us and toward a fireworks display. Emily dropped her flip phone, causing the back cover to pop off and the battery to come out and slide across the floor.
"Braden! Stop running in the store," the little boy's mother shouted. "I'm so sorry, let me get that for you." The woman reached down and picked up the pieces of Emily's phone. "I hope it's not broken!" She handed the pieces back to Emily.
"Nah, it's fine. I drop it all the time," Emily said. "Thanks."
"I'm an idiot for bringing a five-year-old and a three-year-old into a fireworks store!" the woman said. I looked behind her and spotted a smaller, blonde haired boy in a stroller.
"Momma! Can we get these?" the brown-haired child yelled. There was something about his smile. He was so happy. There was a level of happiness there that I don't think I had ever had, even as a child myself.
"Braden, put those down! I told you we're only getting sparklers! I'm sorry again about your phone. Let me get to him before he tears the whole store apart!" She walked away pushing the stroller.
"How would you like to have one of those of your own?" I asked Emily with a laugh.
"I'm never having kids. Ever," Emily said. "I think we got what we need. Let's get out of here."
We paid for our fireworks, much to my chagrin, and got into Emily's car to head out to where the party was taking place.
"Where is this place anyway?" I asked. "We've been driving for a while."
"They said drive through town and then after the last red light drive four miles and then turn by the old barn," Emily said. "So we should be almost out of town."
"Red light. Red light! Jesus Emily the light is red! Stop!" I screamed as Emily stomped on the brake pedal. The car screeched to a halt.
"Stop yelling at me! Ugh! You're just like my dad!"
"Oh, do you try to kill him with your driving, too?" I asked.
"Do you want to drive?" she snapped.
"Actually yes, I'd love to." I said.
"Well, too bad, because it's my car and we're almost there anyway," Emily said. The light turned green and she took off too fast, causing the car to jerk.
"There's the barn, I said." I braced for Emily to turn to fast. She did. "How much further now?"
"Five miles. Then they said the pasture is on the right. We should see people there."
We drove several more minutes before we spotted the crowd of pickup trucks and cars out in the pasture. There was wood stacked high for what would undoubtedly be a bonfire later in the evening. Smoke billowed from charcoal grills with hamburgers, hot dogs, and other meats cooking. There were coolers everywhere. I was sure they were filled with beer.
This was not my kind of crowd. I never went to parties. Not only did I just not care to, my dad never let me do anything like this. He was convinced I'd be corrupted and start using drugs and drinking. The only reason he allowed me to be out past curfew tonight was because I was with Emily. For some reason he was convinced that she was one, `a good Christian girl,' and two, my future wife. He couldn't be further from the truth on either account.
As soon as we parked the car, Emily jumped out, pulling off her shirt and dropping her shorts to reveal a bikini bathing suit.
"Wooooo! We're here, bitches!" Emily screamed into the crowd. She took off running toward a group of guys. Great. We just got here and she already ditched me to try to get some dick. I decided to walk around and see if I recognized anyone in the off chance that I might have someone to talk to.
I walked around a few minutes and didn't recognize anyone, really. There were a few people I knew from school who spoke, but I didn't know any of them well enough to hang out with them. I found a cooler with soft drinks instead of alcohol and decided to just try to find a quiet place to exist until I could leave. Walking about forty yards away from the crowd, I found an old barn. Deciding that I didn't want to risk going inside it for fear of snakes, I settled for sitting in the shade of it. The Fourth of July in Alabama was always hot, and today was no exception.
For a moment, I contemplated just calling my mom to come get me. I flipped open my Motorola Razr and almost immediately closed it back. I had no service. Freaking Cingular Wireless needs to put up more cell towers.
I opened the can of Coca-Cola I had brought and sat there on the ground listening to the music playing in the distance. Some girl I had never heard of with a whiny voice was singing about Tim McGraw. Actually, she was singing about a failed relationship and somehow Tim McGraw was part of her memory.
Suddenly, a boy about my age appeared beside me. I didn't see him walk up, so he must have came from the other side of the barn.
"Looks like we had the same idea," the boy said. "Want a beer?" He had two in his hand and reached down to offer me one. What the hell, I thought.
"Sure, thanks." I reached out and took the beer from him. It was a Bud Light. I had never actually tasted beer before, but I wasn't going to let him know that. I popped the can open and took a big gulp of it. I nearly choked.
The boy started laughing.
"Not much of a beer drinker, I see," he laughed.
I wiped tears from my eyes and tried to regain my composure. I reached for the can of Coke that was sitting beside me and used it to get the taste of beer out of my mouth.
"It's an acquired taste," he said. "You'll get used to it. Or not. I'm Colton," the boy said, sitting down on the ground beside me. He reached out his hand to shake mine.
I took his hand and shook it. "Josh." I said.
Colton flashed a smile that showed off his pearly white teeth and I felt my cock twitch in my pants. I was wearing cargo shorts, so hopefully they would hide my excitement.
At this point in my life, I didn't really know what kind of guys I was into. I was barely able to admit to myself that I liked guys. But Colton solidified what would come to be my type for years to come. He was very handsome and had a strong jawline that gave his face a squared-off appearance. He had some stubble on his face, but not a lot. His eyes were green, and his hair was brown. He was wearing an Atlanta Braves baseball cap. His hair was just long enough to stick out of the back of the cap as was the style in those days. He wore athletic shorts that showed off his gorgeous hairy legs and a shirt with the sleeves cut out. I could see his tanned torso and his nipples when he moved just right. I was having to try really hard not to stare.
Colton turned out to be a really nice guy. He was from the area where the party was being held, which was in a different school zone. Like me, he had just graduated from high school and was getting ready to go to college. He played sports in high school, but he was giving it up to focus on school. He was going to a school in Tennessee to major in sports management and marketing.
"So what are you doing up here with me instead of having fun down there?" I asked. "Don't you want to be down there chasing pussy?"
"That's not really my thing," Colton said. I think he realized what he said and then quickly tried to recover. "I mean, it's just, I'm just not into all the drinking and smoking they're doing."
"Yeah, that's not my thing either," I said.
"I saw you walking around by yourself. You looked like you could use a friend," Colton said. "So here I am." He flashed me his pearly whites again. My cock twitched. Jesus. This boy could get me to do just about anything right now.
"You don't want some of that pussy down there?" Colton asked.
"Nah, not my thing." I said. "Shit," I thought to myself. "I said to much and now this boy thinks I'm queer," I thought.
Colton didn't respond to my answer. We just sat there talking like old friends for what had to be hours. Colton was so easy to talk to. I really felt like I had known him for years.
"You want to get out of here, Josh?" Colton asked. "Let's go for a ride."
I got a little nervous thinking about going off with Colton. What if he was going to beat me because he thought I was gay?
"I...I guess so," I said. I think it was my penis and not my brain that answered the question. "I need to find my friend Emily and let her know where I'm going, though."
"Emily? You mean Emily Walker?" Colton asked.
"Yeah," I replied. "She's my friend. We came together."
"You came with Emily Walker? Well, I hate to break it to you, but she's down there blowing any guy that'll let her. Which is most of them down there," Colton said. Somehow, I wasn't surprised.
Against my better judgement, I followed Colton to his truck. It was a white, 1990s model Chevrolet Silverado Z71. There was mud down the side and one of those black, oval stickers that read `W THE PRESIDENT.'
I hopped into the passenger side. Colton's truck was pretty clean inside. He cranked it up and I heard the growl of the exhaust as he gave it gas to get out of the pasture.
"Nice truck," I said.
"Thanks. My parents got it for me when I turned 16. I love it," Colton said. We drove out onto the blacktop road. Colton rolled down the windows and let the fresh, summer air flow into the truck. I have to say I was really enjoying myself. I might be on my way to be killed, but at least I was going to enjoy this part of it.
We rode through rural countryside for the better part of an hour. Suddenly, Colton turned down a dirt road into the woods. I casually took out my phone to see if I had any service. Of course, there was none. Damn you, Cingular Wireless.
"Are you bringing me out here to murder me?" I asked. Might as well get it out in the open.
Colton laughed. "No, silly. I want to show you something. This is my family's land." Colton pulled the truck off the road and down another road that might as well have been a pig trail. Suddenly, a creek came into view. Colton turned the truck around and backed in so the back of the truck was facing the creek.
"This is one of my favorite places," Colton said. "I love to just come out here when I want to be alone. I come out here to think."
Colton opened his door and got out of the truck. I opened my door and followed him. The water looked clean, and the place was really peaceful. There was even a small peer leading out to the water.
"Let's go for a swim," Colton said.
"I don't have a swimsuit with me," I said.
"No need for that. Out here in the country we just swim naked!" Colton exclaimed. I stood there in awe as he shucked off his shirt then his shorts. His back was to me, so I only saw his beautiful, muscular ass as he ran down the peer and jumped into the water.
"You coming?" he yelled as he resurfaced.
"Fuck it," I thought. "I'm doing this." I pulled off all my clothes and jumped in. Colton and I swam around and splashed each other. We were laughing and having a great time playing in the water. A couple times I felt Colton's hand brush my cock and balls. He acted like it was accidental. I did the same a couple times to him. I didn't know what I was feeling at the time, but I had this fuzzy feeling in my chest that was just like pure happiness.
I swam over close to Colton. He moved closer to me. I inched closer to him. His emerald, green eyes were beckoning me in. I wanted to be as close to him as possible. I don't know what I was thinking. I just went with what my body was telling me to do. For the first time in my life, my lips touched the lips of another human being, and it was another boy.
I wish I could tell you that it was a passionate, beautiful kiss. In reality, it lasted about three seconds and was clumsy and uncoordinated. But, it was so fucking hot.
Colton pulled away from me and just stared at me. I couldn't read the expression on his face. For a moment I thought he might push me under the water and drown me. Instead, he put his hand on the back of my head and pulled me in for another kiss. This one was less clumsy and lasted longer.
"Let's get out," Colton said softly. We both climbed out of the water and up on to the bank. Colton had a couple towels in his truck and he tossed me one. We dried off silently. Colton put his shorts back on but left his shirt off. I did the same. Colton lowered the tailgate on his truck and hopped up onto it. He patted the spot beside him for me to join him. I did. We sat there in silence for several minutes. Finally, I broke the silence.
"I'm sorry if I misread things," I said. "I've never done this before."
"Are you gay?" Colton asked.
"Yeah, I guess so," I said. "I keep telling myself I'm not. But I think what we just did speaks for itself."
Colton didn't say anything.
"Are you?" I asked.
"Yeah. I don't want to be. But I guess I am. Can I be honest with you about something?" Colton asked. He didn't pause to give me time to answer. "The real reason I followed you up to the barn today was because I thought you looked hot. I just wanted to get to know you a little bit. I figured that's as far as it would go. But then you started throwing signals at me and..."
"I felt it too," I said. "I probably let me guard down too much, but I was feeling the vibes from you."
"I think they call that gaydar," Colton said. He smiled. In a moment, we both started laughing. We sat there looking at the water. Colton took my hand and held it.
For those who don't know, teenage boys are known for the romantic nature. In true fashion, Colton looked right into my eyes and said "I'm horny. Let's bust a nut." Colton lifted his ass of the tailgate and pulled his shorts down his hairy and off his feet. That was the first time I got a good look at Colton's cock.
At that moment in time, I hadn't seen a cock other than my own and what I saw on the Internet. The ability to watch porn was limited on dial up Internet, so I managed to masturbate looking at still images of naked guys.
Colton's cock was a thing of beauty. Of course, I would have probably said the same about any cock at that point. He was already hard, and I guessed the size of his erection to be between six and seven inches, and he was cut. He didn't trim or shave his pubes, and he had a decent bush.
Colton started jerking his cock. I just sat there and stared like an idiot. After a few seconds, Colton said "Take yours off, too."
I popped the button open on my cargo shorts and kicked them off. My own cock, which was pretty close in size to Colton's, stood at attention. I already had some precum leaking into my bush.
"Nice!" Colton said. "Can I jerk you off?"
"Yeah, I guess so," I said.
Colton grabbed my dick and started jerking. It was the first time another person had touched my dick like this and it felt great! After letting him jerk mine for a little bit, I decided to grab his and do the same thing.
Grabbing Colton's cock sent a shock through my body. I couldn't believe I was gripping another boy's cock. He was rock hard and there was a little moisture due his precum. I loved the way it felt in my hand. Suddenly, I wanted it in my mouth.
I sat up causing Colton to let go of my cock. I got on my knees and moved my face toward his crotch. He knew what I was doing and gently put his hand on the back of my head to guide me. Before I engulfed his cock, I stuck out my tongue and licked off a drop of precum that had formed on the tip of his cock, causing him to breathe in deeply. I breathed in through my nose and was rewarded with the musky aroma of a teen boy's crotch. It was a warm day, and while the water from the creek did wash some of the sweat away, enough of it lingered to create what my brain interpreted as an aphrodisiac.
I slowly lowered my mouth onto Colton's willing penis. I was clumsy at it at first. I made Colton jump a couple times when my teeth got too close to his cock. I learned to wrap my lips around my teeth to keep them from touching him. Pretty soon I got the hang of it. Colton was leaking copious amounts of precum, and he was moaning.
"I'm about to cum, man!" Colton suddenly exclaimed.
Before I had the chance to pull off, he was shooting cum into my mouth. For a moment, I was horrified. I didn't want his cum in my mouth! But then something clicked in my brain and I began to process the flavor. It actually didn't taste bad. It was thick and creamy and just so...Colton. I swallowed it all.
"Dude." Colton said. "You swallowed my stuff. That's so hot."
"Not like you gave me much choice," I said, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
"That was good. You ever done it before?" Colton asked.
"Nope. That was the first time. I just knew I wanted to," I said.
"That was my first one, too. You're my first," Colton said. "Come here."
Colton was now laying on his back in the bed of the truck. I moved up beside him so my face was even with his. We started to kiss. This time it was much more passionate than the kiss in the creek. Colton's tongue worked its way into my mouth. I couldn't believe I was kissing another boy and loving it.
Colton reached down to grab my cock and started stroking it. Then he turned around so my crotch was in his face and his was in mine. He started sucking my cock. Since his cock was in my face, I decided to suck it again. Since he had just had an orgasm, he didn't cum again so quickly. That could also be because I could barely focus on his cock with the amount of pleasure I was getting from him sucking mine.
I suddenly had the urge to try something that I saw in a couple of short porn videos I had downloaded. The internet speed made it hard to watch more than a minute or two, but it gave me enough of an idea to know what I was doing.
I got up on my knees and turned Colton so that he was laying on his stomach with his ass pointing up. His backside was almost hairless except for a dusting of soft, smooth hair. His ass was gorgeous. I couldn't resist grabbing a handful of each of his cheeks and squeezing.
"You like that?" Colton asked.
"Yeah, I do," I said. "I like it a lot."
I knew what I wanted to do. I had seen enough in still photos and videos to know how it worked, although part of me was still afraid it would be gross. There was only one way to find out.
I crawled down so that I was straddling Colton's legs. When my face was even with his ass, I gently spread his cheeks apart and gazed upon his asshole. Colton's hole was a pretty shade of pink with only a minimal amount of hair lining his crack. I ran my finger up his crack. When I touched his hole, it pulsated almost as if it was winking at me. Gathering my courage, I moved my face toward his crevice. I took a whiff. He smelled like you might expect a teenage boy's ass to smell in July in Alabama. I smelled a slight smell of sweat and teenage boy musk. It was not off-putting, and to be honest, I craved more of the scent. I pressed my face into Colton's backside trying to drink in his scent. After I had all but exhausted the available scent, I moved to the next part of the experiment.
Smelling Colton's ass was one thing. Tasting it was another. Again, I didn't know what to expect. I stuck out my tongue and gently made contact with Colton's pucker. I was pleasantly surprised to not taste much of anything at all. There was a slight saltiness from his sweat, but otherwise, it tasted like skin. However, knowing that I was making Colton feel good with the attention I was giving his bottom made it more enjoyable.
"Fuck dude! That feels so good! I don't know what you're doing but keep it up!" Colton exclaimed.
Colton's encouragement drove me to continue licking the gorgeous ass. I ran my tongue all the way from his balls up the entire length of his crack then back down to his hole. Colton was moaning in pleasure and had actually repositioned himself on his knees with his elbows down to give me better access to his entire ass. I was hard as a rock knowing I was providing this much pleasure to someone.
"You ever fucked anyone?" Colton asked. He was practically panting from the pleasure he was receiving.
"No, you're my first to do anything with," I said. "What about you?"
"You're my first too," he said. "But I think I want you inside me. Stick a finger in me. But do it slow."
I removed my face from Colton's ass and used the back of my arm to wipe the moisture from my face. I could smell Colton's ass on my face. I wished I could keep his scent on me forever.
I pressed the pointer finger of my right hand against his hole. There was so much moisture from my saliva in his hole that my finger started to slide in as soon as I applied some pressure. I made it almost to the first knuckle before Colton clamped down on me.
"Slower!" he said through clenched teeth.
I let my finger sit still inside his hole until he relaxed again. After a few seconds, I caught on that all I had to do was gradually ease it inside of him as he relaxed. Before long, I had my finger in all the way to the second knuckle. I moved it around a little inside him and felt the lump that I knew from anatomy class was his prostate. As I rubbed it, Colton moaned with pleasure.
"Pull it out and then slowly put it back in," he said.
I followed his instructions and was finger fucking his ass steadily after a minute or so. Colton was moaning, so I figured it must feel good. I was enjoying the warmth and the silky smoothness of his rectum.
I reasoned that if Colton's hole had relaxed this much with one finger, two would relax him even more and make room for my dick to enter. I had watched a couple videos where guys had used their fingers to open up the bottom, so I hoped it worked in real life.
After withdrawing my finger completely, I added my middle finger to my pointer finger and reentered Colton's rectum. He sensed the increase in the size of the invader, but only breathed in deeply once before relaxing again and allowing my fingers to work their way inside his chute. Once I had both fingers fully inserted, I moved them around inside him in a scissoring motion, causing his anus to stretch. While this caused some initial discomfort, Colton quickly adjusted and was moaning in pleasure.
"I think I'm ready for your dick, Josh," Colton said.
"Okay. How do you want to do it?" I asked.
"Just crawl on my back and stick it in," Colton said.
I did as Colton suggested and crawled up on top of him until I was laying on his back. I lifted myself up a little bit and tried to line my cock up with Colton's hole. I pushed forward, but my cock just went down between his legs rather than into his hole.
"Let's try that again," I said.
I again lined up my cock with his hole but couldn't quite make it go inside. He was just too tight.
"This looks easier in videos," I said. We both laughed.
"Let's try a different way," Colton said. He flipped over onto his back and drew his knees up toward his chest. This caused his butthole to be visible and more open.
I crawled up between Colton's spread legs and lined my cock up with his hole. In this position, I could see where I was aiming. We didn't have any lube, so I worked up as much spit as I could and slathered it on the head of my cock. This time when I pushed against his hole, Colton pushed out at the same time, and the head of my cock popped inside.
"Jesus!" Colton exclaimed. That hurts like hell!"
"Want me to stop?" I asked.
"No. Just let me get used to it. It has to feel good or guys wouldn't do it."
I stayed still until Colton told me to continue. It took several minutes of pushing and then waiting, but I finally had my entire cock buried up Colton's ass.
Colton's ass felt amazing. It was warm and tight, all that is needed to make a teenage boy blow a load. I pulled my dick almost all the way out and then pushed back inside him. After doing this several more times, I felt my orgasm approaching.
"I don't think I can last long. I'm about to cum!" I said. Before I could even slow down to try to make it last, I was hit with one of the most intense orgasms of my life. I filled Colton's bowels with my cum.
After my orgasm subsided, I withdrew my penis from Colton's ass. Cum dribbled out as my cock pulled out. I moved back up into the truck bed and kissed Colton on the lips.
The daylight was fading quickly. Fireflies were twinkling in the distance, and the woods came alive with the sounds of crickets and katydids. Colton and I sat in the back of the truck, naked, with our arms around each other.
"We should be getting back," Colton said. "Folks are going to wonder where we are."
"I wish we could stay this way forever," I said. "I don't want to go back."
Colton drove us back to the pasture. The summer air felt great coming in through the open windows of Colton's truck. I sat in the middle close to him, just breathing in his scent and wishing this ride would never end.
The bonfire was still going, and some of the guys where shooting fireworks when we approached the pasture. I moved away from Colton and back to the passenger side of the truck. Colton turned off the lights so we could coast in without being noticed too much.
"Hey Colt," where you been?" some guy slurred as we got out of the truck.
"Had to make a beer run, Grant. Took my new buddy Josh with me."
"Well, where's the beer?" Grant slurred.
"Drank it all," Colton said. The drunk Grant didn't question this and walked away. Colton snickered. We walked toward the crowd of people.
"Josh! There you are!" Emily shrieked as she stumbled over to me. "I've been looking all over for you, and..." Emily lost her words as she spun around and puked all over the grass.
"I don't feel so good," she said, standing back up.
"You don't look too hot, either" Colton said.
"I do too look hot," Emily slurred. And you look pretty hot yourself." Emily took a couple steps forward and grabbed Colton's crotch and tried to kiss him. He pushed her away.
"What's that smell?" Emily asked. "You smell like sex." She turned to me and in her drunken stupor, she actually dropped to her knees and sniffed my crotch! "Oh fuck! You smell like sex too! Have you guys been fucking?"
Suddenly, Emily turned around and puked again.
"I need to get her home," I said, motioning to the now passed out Emily.
"I'll help you get her to her car," Colton said.
Emily regained enough of her senses to at least stumble to her car and climb into the passenger side with Colton and I supporting her. I shut the door after Emily handed me her keys.
"So, I have an idea," Colton said. "My parents are gone to the beach and my brother is with them. Why don't you let me follow you home, then you come back home with me and spend the night."
"Are you sure?" I asked. "We won't get caught?"
"No, there's no way. Of course, you might need to get home to your parents," Colton said.
"Nah, Dad will give me a pass because he thinks I'm with her," I said, motioning to Emily. "He thinks I'm fucking a cheerleader, and he loves it."
"What would he think if he knew you just fucked Maycomb County's second string quarterback?" Colton asked with a smirk.
"He'd probably kill me," I said.
"Let's not let him find out," Colton said, walking to his truck.
Colton followed me all the way to Emily's house. Her parents were gone for the week as well, so we didn't have to worry about sneaking her into the house. With Colton's help, we got her in the house and in the bed. She was snoring as we left her room and headed out of the house. I made sure everything was locked up before getting into Colton's truck and riding back home with him. It took almost an hour to get back to Colton's house in the next county over.
That night Colton and I had just about every kind of sex that gay mean can have. I fucked Colton again before he popped my cherry. I loved eating his ass, and he found out that he loved eating mine. We both loved sucking dick and making out. We finally settled into each other's arms and spent the rest of the night cuddling.
"I'm so lucky I found you," I said, my head resting on Colton's chest.
"I'm nothing special, babe. I'm just an All-American boy," he said, laughing.
I traced his nipple with my finger. "You're my All-American boy," I said.
Falling asleep in Colton's arms was one of the greatest experiences of my life. I knew that sleeping alone would never feel the same again.
After that night, Colton and I kept in touch by talking and texting when we could. I was able to drive over to Maycomb County and visit him when his parents were gone. I even spent the night a couple more times before we both started our college classes later that summer. We hung out as much as we could. I even took Emily along a couple times when we were just going to hang out with no chance for sex.
"You and Colton are really getting tight," Emily said on the way home from a day at Colton's place. We had been riding four wheelers and just having a great time.
"Yeah, he's a cool guy," I said.
"It's more than that. I know it is," she said.
"I don't know what you're talking about," I said. "He's a cool guy and we hit it off. We're friends."
"You know I remember the Fourth of July when you both smelled like sex. Josh, are you gay?"
My blood ran cold. I was so deep in the closet that no one knew. My emotions were getting the best of me and I actually started to sniffle and cry. Emily was driving and actually pulled over.
"Josh, look at me. It's okay. If you're gay, it's okay."
"No it's not! My dad is going to kill me or put me out on the street. Or both!" I cried. "There's nothing about this that is okay. I'm in love with Colton and no one can know! How would you feel if you got a new boyfriend but couldn't tell anyone about him or even be seen with him?"
All of my pent-up emotions spilled out right there in the car. Emily and struck a nerve and there was no going back. She rubbed my back as I cried.
"I don't know what you tell you, Josh. I think I always suspected that you were gay, mainly because you never made a move on me. All guys make a move on me eventually."
"So you thought I was gay just because I didn't try to sleep with you?" I asked.
"Well, yeah. I mean, what straight man could resist me?"
"Can we just go home?" I asked.
The rest of the car ride home was quiet. My friendship with Emily broke down after that. While I don't think she necessarily had a problem with me being gay, she managed to make it about her by constantly insinuating what a good relationship we could have had if I were straight. She referred to my sexuality like it was a disease with which I was plagued. We stayed cordial through our first year of college, but then I lost touch with her.
As for Colton, we professed our love for each other that summer. I actually contemplated coming out to my parents and just going to school with Colton in Tennessee. What really stopped me was the lack of financial support I would have if that happened and the fact that I had a full ride scholarship to the local college where I was going to become a teacher. I'd be throwing that away if I went to Tennessee. To top it all off, Colton wasn't out to his parents either.
Colton headed off to school in late August. To say I was miserable was an understatement. For the first year, we tried to have a secret, long distance relationship. I visited him at his house a couple times when he was home for holiday breaks, but there was little time for intimacy. In the beginning, we talked on the phone daily, then every other day, then weekly, and then a couple times a month. I tried to keep our communication going. I had reasoned with myself, and Colton had agreed, that if we could just make it through these four years of college, we could be together. I was willing to move wherever Colton's career took him. I had reasoned that I could teach anywhere he landed.
As the summer approached at the end of our freshmen year, I was excited that Colton would be coming home. I couldn't wait to hopefully spend a night at his house again and in his arms.
"Hey, Josh, we need to talk," Colton said when I called him one afternoon in April 2007. I was on break from my job at the grocery store and I was sitting in my car where no one would hear me.
"What's up, babe?" I asked.
"Josh, I'm not coming home this summer. I got a chance to do an internship, so I'm going to stay here."
"Oh, that's great," I said, trying not to sound disappointed. "I'll still see you when you do come home for a weekend or something, won't I?"
"Yeah, I guess so. But I won't be coming home much. Things are looking up here, and I might just stay here for good," Colton said.
"That's great, babe," I said, my voice cracking. "I just want you to be happy."
"Thanks. Listen, I have to go. I'm headed out to dinner with some friends," Colton said.
"Okay, I love you," I said.
"Yeah. I'll talk to you later."
I tried not to read too much into Colton's distant demeanor and the fact that he didn't say that he loved me back. Colton stopped answering my phone calls and would rarely call me back. It was hard for me to accept the fact that we had drifted apart.
Colton and I never officially broke up, but he effectively let me know that he was over me by failing to answer my calls and not calling me back. On Christmas Eve in 2007 I left him a voicemail.
"Colton, this is Josh. Listen, I know you have moved on and I'm trying to. I just wanted to say Merry Christmas and that I still love you. If you still care about me at all, please call me. We can talk and work it out. This is the last time I'm going to call you. It's on you now."
I hung up the phone. Colton never called back.
It took me a long time to get over him, and an even longer time to believe that I could ever love anyone again. 2007 and 2008 were rough years. I was depressed, even though I tried not to show it. I spent a lot of time by myself just driving. A couple times I even drove down to the spot where Colton and I made love for the first time. I just sat there staring at the water and wishing Colton would come driving up and take me in his arms again. That never happened.
Gradually, I started to forget about Colton and things got better. I finished school, graduated, and started teaching. I went back to school and earned advanced degrees. I became an administrator. All that time, I didn't open myself up to love again. I hooked up with random men from time to time and even went on a couple dates here and there, but nothing serious ever happened.
I had all but given up on happiness and had made up my mind that I would die alone, until one day, many years later, a brown-haired young man with a familiar smile walked up into my driveway while I was washing my truck.
"Hey man," he said. "I've seen you out in the yard almost every day when I run by, and I thought I'd stop and meet you. I'm Braden."
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