With Love we can be Human By James
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Chapter 4
Brandon
Monday came in the form of a bright sunny day with the sun and no clouds of which to speak in the sky. I finished breakfast and said goodbye to my brother as he left to go to one of his friends' house. Mom and dad left about an hour before he was getting ready to go, so until Torey came for our visit and unless Zack returned early before he got to our house, I would be alone for a couple of hours.
After Zack left, I put my dishes in the sink, washed them, then sat on the deck over-looking the back yard and thought about everything. I kept coming back to my dad's sermon from the day before. I hadn't really had a chance to ask him about any of it and I wanted to. I knew about utopian ideas, but this seemed worse than anything I had ever heard of before and I wanted to be able to do something about it.
I eventually pulled myself out of my thoughts and just sat there thinking of Torey. He was beautiful and also handsome at the same time. I remembered stroking my cock the night before and thinking of him. I also remembered the huge orgasm I had and that made me smile and made my balls tingle slightly. I knew I'd get hard if I didn't stop thinking about it, so I looked around and looked at the yard and the sky.
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Torey
I removed the junk drive from my laptop and put it in my bag in one of the pockets on the outside so I'd remember to give it to Brandon. When he and I were talking on Saturday, he said that he didn't have the new album by the Metal Group "Ensiferum" which was called "One Man Army", so I wanted to give it to him. I had a junk drive I wasn't using so I was going to give it to him as a way of saying thank you for his friendship and for his generosity with buying lunch for us all and especially for me as well as inviting me along and beginning to get to know me.
I got my bag on my shoulder and then Michael was in the doorway of my room.
"Are you ready to go?" he asked.
"Yeah," I replied. "I'm definitely ready."
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Brandon
I shut off the laptop on which I had been listening to some of the new tracks from "One Man Army" from the Metal Group "Ensiferum" which was out now. I had wanted to get the album, but my job with cutting grass hadn't started yet and so I didn't have much money for it and I didn't want to just go and ask my parents for it. Working for things whenever possible was a value taken seriously in our home and Zack and I learned it and used it well thanks to our father and mother.
After closing the laptop, I heard my phone ring. I answered it and it was Torey calling to let me know that they'd be there in a few minutes. I had texted him directions the night before and Michael, from what Torey said was having no trouble with finding it.
After we ended the call, I went outside to wait for them. After about five minutes, they pulled up and the car shut off.
Michael got out, then Torey did the same, and they both walked up to me. Michael and I shook hands, then Torey hugged me hard and I held on to him a long moment as well, then we separated.
"Okay, so I'll be back around 7:00 P.M. this evening to get you," Michael said turning to Torey and hugging him.
"That sounds good," he replied.
We said goodbye to Michael, then after he drove away, it was the two of us standing there facing one another.
"Did you want to come in the house and I could show you around?" I asked.
"Yeah," he replied. "I'd love that!"
I showed him around. I showed him the kitchen, living room, the door to my dad's office, then I showed him where Zack and my parent's bedroom were as well as the bathroom, though I had a full bathroom of my own in my room.
"This is really nice!" Torey said smiling widely.
"I'm glad you like it," I responded. "Now after we come back up the hall and make a right with the first door at the beginning of the hall, we enter my room."
I opened the door and he looked at the room before us. He looked at my bed in the corner of the room the outside of which was facing us with the bedside table beside it. Against the wall across from the foot of the bed was the desk on which my laptop sat along with a printer and a few junk drives as well as paper for the printer. On the right of the desk if I was sitting directly at it, was a dresser and to the right of that was the restroom. Then beside my opened bedroom door, to its right if I was facing my door if it was closed and I was on the inside of it in my room, was a small closet where I kept clothes for church and other important functions.
"I like your room," Torey said smiling at me.
"Thanks," I said. "I'm glad you do."
We sat down on the bed and he put his bag down beside him on his right. He looked at me, then moved closer so that our arms almost touched.
"Would you like something to drink?" I asked. "I have water, milk, apple Cider and ice tea."
"The apple cider sounds good," Torey said.
"Okay," I answered. "I'll be back in a moment.
Once back with the drinks, I sat back down and we drank in silence for a moment, then he turned to me.
"So did you have anything planned for us today?" he asked. "I was just wondering."
"I figured I'd see where things go," I replied. "I kind of like to do things that way."
"So do I," he said smiling.
After we finished our drinks, I got the bottles and put them in the trash then returned to him. He was going through his bag and I wondered what he was looking for. He then sat up and had something in his hand.
"I put this together for you," he said as I sat back down and put an arm around him which made him smile.
"What is it?" I asked.
"Well, you know how you said you like the group Ensiferum?" he asked.
"Yeah," I replied.
"I put a copy of the new album from my laptop on to this junk drive for you," he explained.
"Oh cool!" I said happily. "I was going to save up with my summer job and get it, but this is great!"
"I figured you'd like that," he said smiling.
"Yeah, definitely," I replied.
I took the drive from him when he handed it to me and he got a smile that suggested that he was going to say something smart.
"What?" I asked smiling back.
"I just hope you don't accidently find any files I forgot to delete off there," he said laughing now.
"Like what?" I asked laughing myself now.
"Oh, you know," he said smirking. "The types of files that your mom and dad wouldn't like to see."
I laughed hard this time.
"My mom would ground me forever if she caught me looking at that," I said laughing.
"I just had to see what you'd say," he said laughing.
"Seriously though, I'm guessing that this is a clean drive aside from the album," I went on.
"Yeah," he said. "All of "Those Files" are deep under a number of sub folders in my laptop."
"Hmmm," I said smiling. "I definitely didn't think we'd be going down this rabbit hole this soon in our friendship."
"Well, you're only fifteen once," he said laughing.
"Is that how old you are?" I asked.
"Yeah," he replied.
"So am I," I answered.
"That's cool," he responded. "Seriously though, I hope you didn't mind me going there just now."
"No," I said. After I came back to the bed after putting the drive on my desk, I put an arm around him again and gently pulled him close to me and he immediately allowed himself to be drawn in to my side. "Joking aside Torey, I want us to have that type of friendship where we can just come out and tell each other anything at all. I know some guys who are friends like to imply things and talk around things with one another, especially when it's sex and personal things, but I like to be able to have a friend know where I'm coming from with things."
"Me too," he answered. "It'll take a little getting used to that for me, since I never really had very many friends before coming to Michael's house and even there, I only have a few since we don't have too many kids at the place right now and a couple of them are a little more well-adjusted to be able to be friends with people and me especially."
"How did you come to be there?" I asked.
"My parents sent me to a place for troubled kids," he said and he clasped his hands together and began squeezing them and relaxing them which I would quickly come to know as a nervous thing he'd do when getting scared or apprehensive about something. "It was a bad experience and I'm just glad Michael found me in time. He and his people raided the place after the police began getting reports of what might be going on and Michael found me in another part of the place and got me to the hospital that they have on the grounds of his house."
"I'm glad he was able to help you," I said.
"So am I," he replied. "I'll tell you more about that later at another time though if you don't mind. It's not easy for me to talk about and I want to have a good visit starting out."
He looked at me with his eyes begging for us to change the subject and I quickly agreed.
"I hope I didn't make you feel like that was something you had to talk about," I said concerned.
"You didn't," he answered. "I just want to enjoy you for the time we're here today and I don't want any bad memories to get in the way."
"Sounds good," I said and we shared a warm hug.
I then asked if he wanted to hear some music and he agreed and after we decided to put on "One Man Army", I went and downloaded it to my music player and turned it on.
"These guys are fucking grate," I said.
"Yeah, they are!" he excitedly agreed. "Do you have a favorite song by them so far from any of their albums?"
"I love "Burning Leaves" from "Unsung Heroes"," I answered.
"Yeah, that's a good one!" he agreed. "So do you like any Pop Music or related stuff?"
"Yeah," I said. "I like it probably about as much as I'd like having a hole in my head."
He laughed, then continued.
"So no Jonas Brothers or Miley Cyrus?" he asked smirking.
"Fuck no," I said laughing and swatting him playfully on his arm. "I'm disturbed that you'd even ask that."
We cracked up again, then he went on.
"After this is over, you want to hear some Justin Bieber?" he asked. "I have all of his albums on my music player which I have with me."
"Hmm, not the Metal Head I thought you were," I said faking heartbreak. "That's it, this May/December Romance with us is over!"
I said this last part and mimed throwing boxes of clothing and belongings out the window.
That got us laughing harder and I needed to get my breath back.
"I feel like I ran several thousand laps," I said as I regained my composure.
"So do I," he replied. "Seriously though, I don't have any of that shit on my laptop, junk drives or music player."
"Neither do I," I said. "Have you heard Nick Jonas actually sing?"
"Oh, is that what they call that horror-filled shrieking and screeching he does?" he asked with a dismissive wave of his hand. "Can you pull anything up on Youtube and we can see how even more wimpy he's gotten?"
"Sure," I said.
I found a song recorded live by him called "Who I Am" from his first solo album. I clicked on it and it started up with Jonas all but practically wailing the opening lines of: "I want someone to love me!".
I lost it and was laughing harder and more than I had in a couple of days. Torey was cracking up along with me.
"What the fuck!" I said as I tried to get my laughing under control. "Jesus Christ, that fucker sounds like he's Michael Jackson if Jackson began taking shots to age himself back in to being 12!"
"Aww," Torey said laughing harder. "Poor thing isn't getting enough hugs from Mommy."
"Here, let's here that beginning again," I said and reached for the mouse.
I started it up again and Jonas's screeching filled the room again.
"Oh my god," I said losing it again. "Nooooo, the fucking world is gone to Hell and I'm so fucking alone! Oh, the fucking tragedy of it all, I need someone to love me to orgasm, but I can't because I'm a wailing anti-sex idiot who can't sing who only thinks he can!"
"Why do I sound like this while singing, because I'm attempting to orgasm, but I'm not able to since I can't make any of it yet," Torey said in his own wailing voice as we lost it and were laughing so hard we were almost crying.
"One more time?" I asked trying to stop laughing.
"Oh shit man, my face feels like it's going to break apart," Torey said as he wiped his eyes.
I put it on one more time, and we got going again.
"Oooooooohhhh Nooooooo!" I said in an imitation of Jonas. "I'm Mr. Baby still shitting in my diaper and I'm 12, but try to look 16! I scream like this because I wish I could jack off, but my genes are fucked up and there's nothing to grab on to! Oh the heartbreak of it all!"
"Yeah, I have to have the doctors check me every day when I wake up to remind me that I can't please a woman or guy since I don't know shit, but I get up here on stage every night and think I can sing!" Torey said in that similar wailing voice.
We both couldn't talk since we were continuing to laugh so hard.
Finally, I got my laughing under control and then Torey did and I stopped the music and put back on "One Man Army".
"Fuck man," I said turning to Torey. "I didn't know you could really rip on someone like that."
"You did a good job yourself," he replied.
"Shit, what a fucking pussy that guy is," I responded.
"I liked that when you called him an anti-sex idiot," he said smiling at me.
"He is," I replied. "Did you know that him as well as those two pussy brothers of his would go around back then talking their abstaining from sex shit to people as if they're the greatest fucking guys to walk the planet."
"I heard something about that," Torey replied.
"Hey, we're the fucking Jonas Brothers and we don't have sex," I said assuming what I hoped was a haughty look on my face. "I mean, like we're so fucking afraid to have sex that we make sure mommy and daddy come in and tie our hands to the bed at night so we don't even so much as jack off."
We laughed hard at that one.
"Yeah, we're so afraid of sex that we have to use serving tongs to hold our cocks when we take a piss," Torey said assuming that same arrogant look.
We laughed harder, then we both were wiping our eyes.
"What a load of horse shit," I said.
"Do you actually believe they practice abstinence?" Torey asked smiling.
"I'd like to think that they practiced what they preached," I began. "Maybe they did, and of course we don't know if they abstained to the point of not jacking off and that's obviously their own business. I just mean that they give that impression that they know what that's all about and they act like they're little adults who can make all of those types of decisions with all the mental abilities that entails. Mostly though, it wouldn't surprise me to learn eventually that they might have had something on the side, unless jacking off was their only form of release."
"Yeah, I feel the same way," Torey said.
"I guess we might as well get out with it while we're on the subject," I went on. "I'm not saying that guys and girls our own age can't or shouldn't stay away from sex until they're older if they think that's for them. If that's what they want to do, then I'm cool with it. That being said, I think that for that whole Abstinence-Only crowd who say that abstinence is the only way to know how to have sex properly when you get with someone when you're an adult, that no way of having sex is acceptable for them. I don't think they're going to be happy with any system of rules people have for how to have safe or healthy forms of sex, because I think they're so fucking afraid of sex that they end up taking that shit out on others."
"Yeah," Torey said. "They say they don't want girls getting pregnant early and yet some of them have daughters who have or have had children when they were in their teen years. So that's why some of them push this idea of no sex until you're an adult, then if two teens who have protection and who have one partner and if they're both committed to one another and they use the protection to have sex so the girl in the relationship doesn't get pregnant, then that's still no good, because they're still children according to those anti-sex groups and the girl might not understand or she might not have understood what she was getting in to. The boy's usually looked at as a creep who just wanted to get his dick off for a few minutes. Then there's some of the anti-sex people who get mad when two adults with one of them being 20 and the other 40 date and have an active sex life, or the groups think the couple does and they bitch about that the person in the relationship who's 20 might be taken advantage of by the person who's 40. It sounds to me like these people like you said before, aren't going to be happy with any healthy choices that anyone makes when having sex with someone they're with. Not to mention they basically demonize children, with how they dismiss boys who have sex as pervs who can't keep it in their pants and girls who are sexually active with a boy as being crazy sluts and whores."
"That's basically what my dad was saying Yesterday in his sermon," I said.
I then told him about what my dad and mom did for a living and after telling him a little more about my dad's being a minister, he smiled.
"He sounds like someone I could listen to when it comes to morals and religion," he said.
"Thanks," I replied. "He's really helped my brother and I with making good choices in our lives and I'm glad to call him my father. Anyway, that's what he was saying Yesterday in part of his talk and I agree with him as well as with you about those ideas."
"He sounds really nice and I can't wait to meet him when he gets home later," Torey responded.
"I'm happy to introduce you guys soon," I answered. "Anyway, the last thing I'll say about The Jonases, is just that if they wanted to choose to not have sex until they were older, fine, but quit shoving that shit on everyone else."
"Yeah," Torey agreed. "I mean, shit man, some of us might want to have sex around here, so quit fucking up the mood for us, damn."
I laughed and he joined me, then after we stopped, I looked at the clock and saw that it was almost 12:00 in the afternoon. I couldn't believe how much time went by.
"Are you hungry yet?" I asked. "I can make something."
"That sounds good," he said.
"Actually, I could make something and we could take it to the woods out back and have a picnic if you want," I suggested. "I'll just text my parents and Zack and let them know where we're going to be if any of them come home early."
"I'd love that!" Torey said excitedly.
I went in the kitchen and Torey joined me. I took my music player in to the kitchen as well where I had a small speaker I'd hook it up to on a table next to the counter so I could listen to music while making food sometimes. I asked if he wanted to hear anything special and he said that I could put on whatever I wanted, so I put on "Endless Forms Most Beautiful" which was Nightwish's newest album.
"Good choice," Torey said smiling.
"Thanks," I replied. "I loved it the first time I heard it. My mom got it for me a couple of weeks after it came out when I got all A-s on my report card. So I was happy."
"It's definitely good music," he responded.
"Yeah really," I answered.
I got out cold shrimp from the fridge as well as a few slices of cheese along with some cut up cold chicken pieces which were boneless. I also found some vegetables. I looked through them and found green peppers, hot peppers and some green olives which I laid out. I put some of the olives in a plastic container and sliced up some of the peppers and put them in another container then did the same with the shrimp minus the cutting of them. I then made sandwiches out of the chicken and once it was finished, I put the cheese on a plate I then wrapped in foil, then I put it all in a picnic basket and after checking with Torey about what he wanted to drink, I got the bottles of cider and after I packed it up and then added a couple of cookies from the snack box we kept on the counter, we headed to the woods in the back of my house after I texted everyone letting them know where we'd be.
We sat down after I spread the blanket on the ground and opened up the picnic basket. Torey sat down beside me and he helped with laying out everything.
"Do you want some of the cheese and shrimp first before the sandwiches?" I asked.
"That sounds good," he replied.
We began eating and it was really good. I was happy that Torey was with me and that it was such a nice day out that day. We then finished up and had our sandwiches.
"This is really good," Torey said after swallowing. "Did your mom make the chicken or did you guys get it from somewhere?"
"My mom made it Friday so she'll be happy that we're using up more of it today," I replied. "It's really good and I'm glad that you're able to enjoy it with me."
"So am I," he answered.
After we finished eating and after we had the sugar cookies, we sat there with our cider and just enjoyed the silence and one another's company. Torey finished his bottle and I finished mine and we put them back in the basket with everything else. I then laid back on the ground after moving the basket off to the side and Torey joined me and he turned to face me. I turned to face him and we just looked at one another for a few minutes before he spoke.
"Thank you so much for lunch and for today," he said smiling. "I really needed this today."
"You're welcome and thanks for coming," I said. "I was really happy to have you over for the day."
"You're welcome and it's nice that we can enjoy one another's company," he answered.
"Yeah definitely," I responded.
After a moment, he moved closer and put a hand on my arm, then seemed to think, then removed it.
"You can touch me if you want," I said softly. "I don't mind."
"Oh," he replied. "I hoped you wouldn't mind."
"No, not at all," I said. "You seemed to like me putting my arm around you when we were in my room earlier, so I'm fine with us having physical contact with one another like that."
"I'm glad," he said.
He put his hand back on my arm and felt up and down and all around it, then he felt my hand, then I turned so I could hold up my other arm so he could touch it. Then he put his hand on my cheek and felt it and then he touched my hair, then stroked it a couple of times.
"Your hands felt really nice when you were feeling me," I said looking at him.
"I liked it, how you felt," he said.
"Can I do that to you?" I asked.
"Yeah, I'd like that," he answered.
I reached out and touched his arms and felt them then his hands and maybe it was because I was touching them and taking more time than I had when shaking his hand, but they felt more smooth than what I had noticed the first time. I then touched his cheeks and felt his forehead, then lightly ran my hands through his hair and he seemed to like that. Then I put an arm around him and motioned for him to come even closer to me.
"No one will see us?" he asked looking around.
"No," I said. "It's all woods around here so we shouldn't be disturbed."
He snuggled closer and put his arm around me and we just lay there holding one another with his head lying in the hollow of my neck. I could have stayed with him like that for hours and after a couple of minutes of silence, I felt him lift his head and look at me.
"I like being with you like this," he said. "I mean, I like laying like this with you and I'd like to do it when we get time to be alone when we visit one another."
"Me too," I said smiling. "I like this as well and when we're alone on our visits, I'd love to hold you like this."
He put his head back down and now rested it against my chest and I just held him as he continued to have his arm around me. I knew that I was falling and falling for him hard at that point.
After a few more minutes of silence, he raised his head up and looked at me again.
"I wanted to let you know that if it's okay with Michael sometime, you can come up and visit me also," he said.
"I'd really love that," I answered. "We'll have to ask him about it when you go back with him tonight."
"Yeah, that sounds good," he agreed.
"So do you have a favorite part of our conversations so far today?" I asked. "Or any of the other ones we had on Saturday?"
"I liked talking about Metal like we've been doing and I also enjoyed ripping on The Jonas Brothers and related musical crap," he replied.
"Me too," I answered.
"What about you?" he asked. "What's been your favorite topic we've discussed so far?"
"Basically all of it," I responded. "I also liked your views about issues dealing with sex and more difficult things like that. It gets hard being a teen sometimes."
"Yeah, that's why, because we're teen boys so it's supposed to," he said laughing.
"You ass," I said laughing and swatting him playfully on the arm again. "You know that's not what I was talking about."
We laughed a little more, then got serious again.
"Yeah, I know what you meant," he replied.
"Seriously though," I went on. "It can be difficult and stressful where I'm at in life right now. I mean, I have all these emotions, physical feelings and just everything happening quickly sometimes and there are times when it feels like it's all happening at once, wondering what I should do in life, worrying about life, liking people my own age and feeling joy, then sometimes being overwhelmed with it all and it can sometimes get scary. Then you have all the feelings you have and society says you can have them, but as long as you don't do anything about them. If you do anything about your feelings for other people, or for yourself, then some look at you like you're nothing and so it can be hard to talk about all this, then adults get pissed when we don't come to them."
"I know," he said looking at me. "Sometimes it's like they're saying, make a mistake if it's sex or doing something stupid with your friends, but then when you make the mistake that you could probably learn something from, then society says you're crap and you should have known better and it's as if they want you to just like, fucking go off somewhere and drop dead."
"I completely understand," I said holding him closer to me.
"I'm glad you do," he responded.
"I'm glad you do as well," I answered. "Dana, Austyn and I talk about some of this, but there's some parts of this we haven't gone too much in to detail about and I feel like I can do that with you."
"I feel the same way," he said. "I mean, some of my friends and I at Michael's place talk, but not like what you and I are doing right now. I like how you and I can just talk about anything and everything like this and that we can ask one another anything."
"Yeah, me too," I replied. "If there's anything I do ask and you don't want to answer, then you don't have to."
"Same for you," he answered. "That being said and since we brought up sexual stuff a lot, I feel like I can't resist asking."
"It's going to bother you and eat at you all day and until we see one another again if you don't ask isn't it?" I asked smiling and stroking his hair.
"Yeah," he replied.
"You can ask whatever it is you're wanting to," I went on. "I don't think it's too soon in our friendship."
He waited for a moment and then took in a breath, then went on.
"Have you ever actually had sex with anyone before?" he asked.
"No," I said. "I haven't had sex with anyone before in my life. Not oral, regular or even someone jacking me off."
"Neither have I," he answered. "I'm sure you've had crushes though."
"Yeah, I have," I said.
"Not on girls though?" he asked looking deep in to my eyes.
"The same is probably true for you as well," I replied back. "I've only liked girls as friends and any quick attractions that were sexual towards girls were more when I was 13-going-on 14 and so horny half the time that I was hard almost every few minutes throughout the day and they remained just that, quick sexual thoughts that hardly made me want to come as hard as I did when thinking about boys I liked, and as to me being gay, I'm openly so."
"Your parents are fine with it, your friends and brother too?" he asked softly.
"Yeah," I answered.
"I don't want you to think I'm trying to tell you if you should be opened about it or not, but please don't tell anyone about me, not yet anyway," he said. He looked scared at this point and like he could start crying at any moment and probably would if I didn't give him the assurance he needed at that point.
He was showing his fear, vulnerability as well as a desperation and hope that he could trust me to give him what he needed.
"It's okay Torey," I said rubbing his back up and down. "I won't tell anyone about you at all. I'll let you tell anyone we're around if or when you want to do that and if anyone asks about you when we're together that is, people who know me and if they bring up anything gay-related and ask about you, then that'll be up to you if you want to tell. I won't out you to anyone at all, I give you my word on that."
"Thank you Brandon," he said and hugged me hard for a moment before letting his arm relax around me the way it had been before. "It's just been really hard. When my parents found out I was gay, they didn't care that I never had been with a boy before. I hadn't been with any boys before or at any time like that and aside from seeing boys naked in the showers at school, I didn't really have much exposure in that way. They didn't care though. They just dismissed me as a fagot and a gay slut, their words not mine. That's all I can say about it right now."
"I'm cool with that," I said. "You can tell me as much or as little of the story as you feel comfortable with."
He wiped his eyes, as he had been crying a little by this point, then he rested his head against my chest once again.
"I really appreciate that," he said. "Thanks again."
"You're welcome," I answered. "Also, I know telling me the little that you did just now made you a little emotional, and if you need to let that kind of thing out around me, then that's okay. I don't believe in all that shit about boys and men shouldn't cry. I also don't believe that after a few days, weeks or months that once a bad thing is over, then you need to just get over it. Yeah, it's good to learn how to cope with the emotional side of these things, but people telling you to just get over it are being ignorant at the most or down right cruel at the very least."
"I feel the same way about that and the same goes for you," he replied. "Society always wants people to move past things and I always have thought that that's just code-talk for get over things and quit whining about things and grow up. It's bullshit is what it is. Then some guys who act that way say that they're not effected by the bad things that have happened to them, but the fact that they show no empathy towards others who go through bad things or if not the same bad things they do, to me shows that they have been effected."
"Yeah, that's what I've noticed as well," I responded.
After a few more minutes of us just lying in one another's arms, we decided to gather up everything and head back to the house. It was nearing 2:00 P.M. and when I looked at my phone once everything was gathered up, I saw a text from Zack; he had gotten back to the house about five minutes ago.
Once back at the house, I walked in with Torey following me. I threw away the trash and then put the picnic basket away, then with Torey still following me, we went to find Zack. I knocked on his door and he asked who it was.
"Just The Electric Raddle Snake and his trusty sidekick," I said.
He opened the door and smiled at us.
"I'm almost afraid to ask what or who the fuck "The Electric Raddle Snake" is," he said laughing. "Knowing you, it's probably another name for a penis or something like that."
He looked in the direction of Torey and gave a smile that was amused and apologetic at the same time.
"My brother can have a filthy mind some of the time," he said.
"Me too," Torey said laughing.
They introduced themselves and he invited us to sit on his bed beside him. We did so and he lay full-length on the bed as we sat and talked for a while.
"So has Brandon been treating you good since you've been here today?" Zack asked.
"Yeah," Torey replied. "He's been really nice and really caring to me since I've been here and since we met on Saturday."
"I'm glad to hear that," he answered. "You're in good hands with him."
"Thanks," Torey said. "I figured that from when I met him and am seeing that he's a nice and safe guy to be around."
"I'm glad," Zack responded.
We talked a little more, then after Zack said he was going to rest for a little while, we went to my room and I closed the door.
"Did you want to check out a couple more things on Youtube?" I asked. "I mean music or stuff like that?"
"That sounds good," he replied.
While searching, we found a clip of something that was being called something like "Banjo Duck Call Death Metal" so we put it on and listened for a few minutes.
"Oh hell," I said laughing. "This is fucking horrible."
"I think it's kind of funny," Torey said. He listened for a moment as the whistle blew in between the banjo playing and he laughed. "Yeah, sounds like that Tweedy Bird thing squeaking. Yeah, go Tweedy Bird, fuck that shit up Tweedy Bird! Yeah!"
We laughed, then the clip was over.
"Anything for money," I said as I went to lay down on the bed. Torey joined me and we just lay there for a moment, then he spoke.
"It's funny what you'll find on the net like that," he said.
"Definitely," I replied.
I turned on my side to face him and he snuggled up to me then I put my arms around him and held him close with him resting his head against my chest like we had done in the back yard earlier. I could hold him like this forever and I wished he could have spent the night that night, but I figured that there'd be time enough for that soon.
Around a little after 4:00 P.M., my parents got home and Torey introduced himself to both of them and the three of them were getting along really well which I was happy to see. We then had dinner which was grilled chicken breasts, baked potatoes and corn. Torey really enjoyed it and we all did. We ate and talked as Torey told us a little more about his interests, but I noticed that he was careful to avoid talking about his life before coming to Michael's place except to say, that he was glad to have met Michael and he also told his parents and Zack what he told me when asked about his parents in that he had no contact with them since they disowned him.
After dinner, Torey and I sat in my room while waiting for Michael to arrive and pick him up. We were holding hands while seated beside one another on my bed and we were just talking about anything, but we eventually started talking about how the visit went. He told me how much fun he had and I said the same. Soon though, I heard the horn go off outside and Torey looked towards the window.
Outside, we exchanged a long hug and I knew Torey was struggling to hold back tears.
"I'll call you about getting together maybe sometime this weekend," I said.
"I'd love that," he said as he held me tightly.
"Me too," I answered. "I'll see you later and don't forget to call me when you get home."
"I won't," he responded.
After another moment, we separated and I watched as he and Michael drove off, then after another moment, I went back inside and after talking for a few minutes with my parents and Zack, I went to my room for the evening. It was a wonderful day and I looked forward to the next time that Torey and I would see one another again.
Author's Notes
I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter. I won't apologize for the ripping Brandon and Torey gave to Nick Jonas. Yeah, he was a kid when getting famous, but his ass needed an ego deflation and so did those two other boys who were his brothers. Of course they were talking that anti-sex shit, so the adults in their lives weren't about to stop them at that point.
Anyway, everyone have a good evening, and I'll see everyone in Chapter Five.