A Different Road
Chapter 9
I awoke the next morning with Adrian spooning me from behind. I could feel his hard cock pressed up
against my back. The sun was beginning to shine into the window, so I figured it must still be early.
I lay awake just feeling Adrian’s warm body. He was breathing gently, and I could feel his chest rise
and fall against me. Each time he breathed, his cock would nudge me slightly. I was starting to get
hard. It felt strange being in bed with someone other than Brett. It sounds odd, but in a way I felt like
I was cheating on him.
Soon, Adrian began to stir. He must have awakened and felt the position we were in, because he
moved away quickly and lay on his stomach. I giggled to myself because I knew he was hiding his
erection. I rolled over and propped myself on my elbow and stared into his face. He was facing me,
and he had his eyes closed. Slowly, they opened and he looked into my smiling face.
“Hey, you.” I said. “Did you sleep well?”
“Yeah.” He said timidly. “Better than I have in a while, actually.”
He rolled over to face me and winced in pain.
“You alright?” I asked.
“My arm hurts.” His face expressed the pain he was in.
“Let me go get your pain killers.” I climbed out of bed. My cock was poking out through the opening
in my boxers. Adrian’s eyes widened as he stared at it.
“Oops!” I laughed. “The horse is trying to get out of the barn.” I arranged myself, trying to stuff my
hard cock back in. Adrian blushed and looked away. I walked out and headed to the kitchen to get
the pills the doctor had given him last night for the pain. I took two out of the bottle, got a bottle of
water from the refrigerator, and then trotted back to the bedroom. Adrian was sitting up on the bed
waiting for me.
I handed him the pills and water and then crawled back into bed, scooted over, and sat beside him.
He took the pills and drank some water and then looked over at me.
“Thanks, Corey.” He said. “You’re a good friend.”
“It’s alright.” I responded. “Glad I can help.” We sat and stared into each other’s eyes. Again, I had a
strong urge to kiss him. I leaned forward, but he turned his head and leaned away.
“About yesterday,” he said. “I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to act the way I did.”
“No,” I said. “I shouldn’t have violated your privacy.”
“It’s just my dad.” His eyes expressed so much sadness. “He’ll kill me if he thinks I’m gay. What he
did to you was nothing compared to what he would do to me.”
I was really speechless. I knew what he was saying was true and sadness overwhelmed me. It must
be horrible living in fear that your own father would hurt you if he thought you were gay. At least my
mother hadn’t done anything to me, other than walk out of my life.
I reached over and put my hand around his shoulder and pulled him into me. He put his head against
my chest and let out a deep sigh. I took my other hand and put it on his chest and rubbed it gently. It
was smooth, not covered with hair like Brett had on his.
He looked up at me and our eyes met. I dropped my head and pressed my lips against his. He
stiffened at first, but then I felt him relax and gently return the kiss. After a few seconds he pulled
away and looked into my face. There was such sadness behind his soft brown eyes.
“I can’t do this Corey.” He said, pulling away from me and sitting back up against the bed. “I really
can’t.” He gave me another sad look and pulled back the covers and climbed out of bed. His cock
was protruding from his underwear. He arranged himself and then pulled on his shorts.
“Sorry.” He put his head down and walked out of the bedroom.
A deep depression overwhelmed me. I couldn’t figure out what was wrong with me. First, Brett didn’t
want me and now Adrian walked out on me. I began to thing that God was probably looking down on
me and laughing at the situations that had been placed before me.
I got up and walked to the bathroom and took a long, hot shower. The warm water felt good cascading
down my face. I must have stood under it for a long time because Charlie pounded on the door and
told me that there wouldn’t be any hot water for anyone else. I dried off and walked back into the
room with the towel wrapped around me. Charlie was sitting on the edge of the bed waiting on me.
“Everything alright?” She said worriedly.
“No, not really.” I replied with a frown.
“What happened?” Charlie asked. “Adrian came downstairs crying. He and Uncle Cornelius are out
on the back deck talking.”
“I kissed him.” I said.
“Oh.” She looked over at me worriedly. I was beginning to feel uncomfortable. I was still standing in
front of her with the towel wrapped around my waist. She kept staring at the bulge that was outlined
by the towel. She saw me looking at her and began to blush.
“Do you mind?” I laughed.
“I’m sorry.” She blushed. “I’ve just never seen one before.” I’d known Charlie for several years and
I had never seen her embarrassed. She always seemed unconcerned with anything going on around
her. Playfully, I dropped the towel from around my waist and her eyes widened when she saw me
standing naked before her.
I started laughing and quickly grabbed my clothing and ran into the bathroom to get dressed. I
couldn’t stop giggling, remembering the startled look on her face. When I finished, I walked back
into the bedroom where she was still seated on the bed.
“Damn, Corey.” She said admiringly. “You sure you’re a catcher? With a dick like that you should be
a pitcher.” Now it was my turn to blush. I suddenly realized that I had actually stood naked in front of
Charlie. I couldn’t believe I had done that.
“Come on Charlie.” I reached over and took her hand and pulled her off the bed. “The show’s over
for today.” We both started giggling.
She grabbed my hand and we walked down the hall and into the kitchen. John was sitting at the table
drinking a cup of coffee and reading the newspaper. He looked up when we entered.
“Hey kids.” He said cheerfully.
“Hi, Uncle John.” Charlie said. “Where’s Adrian?” He pointed out the back window. I looked out and
could see Adrian and Cornelius sitting on a porch swing. It was obvious that Adrian had been crying.
Charlie walked over to the counter and poured coffee into two cups. She walked back over and
handed me a cup. I sat down and watched outside as Adrian and Cornelius continued to talk. Every
once in a while Cornelius would look inside at me. After about fifteen minutes he got up and came
inside, leaving Adrian alone on the deck.
He came inside and walked over to me and began rubbing my shoulders. He leaned in and whispered
in my ear, “Go talk to him.” I timidly rose and walked outside. I could feel three pairs of eyes watching
me as I walked out the door and over to the swing.
I sat down and we swung for several minutes without speaking. I really didn’t know what to say. This
whole situation seemed to be getting out of hand. I had only wanted Adrian as a friend and it seemed
that things were spiraling out of control. I really had no intention of pushing him into a relationship.
It was just that when I was with him I found myself being drawn closer.
“I’m sorry.” I finally broke the silence. “I shouldn’t have kissed you. I don’t know what I was
thinking.” He just sat quietly looking at his hands.
“Look Adrian.” I said. “I’m just getting over a relationship with Brett. I’ve been really going through
some things and I shouldn’t be involving you in my problems.” He still didn’t reply. I was becoming
increasingly uncomfortable.
“I’ve been in love with him for a long time.” I continued. “He doesn’t want me anymore and I’m trying
to deal with it. I’m just not looking for a boyfriend right now. I’m sorry if I led you on.” He still didn’t
say anything. I looked over at him as he continued to study his hands.
“I think I better go.” He said sadly. He started to get up but I gently took his arm and pulled him back
down. He looked over at me with tears in his eyes.
“I said right now, I didn‘t say never.” I gave him a small smile. “I really like you Adrian. I just need a
little time more time, alright?”
“Alright.” He said as he took my hand and squeezed it. I gently began to rub his knuckles with my
fingers. He looked into my eyes and smiled. His eyes were twinkling from the earlier tears.
I leaned in and gave him another kiss. This time he closed his eyes and responded with tenderness
that I’d never experienced with Brett. After a minute we pulled away and smiled at one another.
Adrian looked over my shoulder and began to laugh. I turned around to see what he found so funny.
Charlie, Cornelius and John had their faces pressed against the window smiling at us.
We went back inside and ate some breakfast. Later, John wanted to play Monopoly, so we sat around
the coffee table. Adrian sat pressed up against me most of the time. Charlie made sure of it. She sat
on my left, and every time I’d move away from Adrian she’d use her shoulder to push me back against
him. It’s too bad they don’t give away merit badges to matchmakers, because she was surely trying to
earn one.
My father stopped by in the afternoon. Charlie, Adrian and I went downstairs to the den and played
some pool, leaving my father upstairs with Cornelius and John. Dad and Cornelius came down a little
later. Cornelius had his arm wrapped around my father’s and he was talking animatedly about
something. My father looked over at me and mouthed the words, “Help.” Charlie saw this and we
both began to laugh riotously. Poor Cornelius seemed to be smitten by my father’s charm.
John prepared a wonderful dinner and insisted that my father and I stay. It was a delicious meal of
roast beef, rice pilaf and steamed carrots. My father had two large helpings. After dinner he asked
John to marry him, which sent Cornelius into a rampage. He told John that he’d seen my father first.
They spent fifteen minutes arguing over who would have my father. Dad was eating up the attention.
I was so happy that he was comfortable with two old gay queens fighting over him. When we left, he
even gave both of them a kiss on their cheeks. Cornelius insisted he’d never wash his face again.
“I can’t remember the last time I had so much fun.” He said on the ride home. “Nothing like those
boring dinners your mother would drag me to.”
“Thanks, Dad.” I leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek. I was so happy that my father was so
understanding. Not only did he accept me, he accepted my friends as well.
We drove in silence for a few minutes. Finally he spoke.
“Adrian’s a nice kid.” He looked over at me and smiled. “Cute too.” He reached over and shoved my
shoulder.
“Dad.” I screamed. “You’re worse than Charlie.”
“I knew I liked that girl for some reason.” He laughed. “Seriously, anything going on? I saw how you
kept looking at him all night. You two hardly left each other’s side.”
I tried to explain to him the conflicting feelings I was having. I was still trying to deal with losing Brett,
and I didn’t feel I was ready to just jump into another relationship so soon.
“You’re a smart boy, Corey.” He ruffled my hair. “I can’t tell you enough how proud I am that you’re
my son.” I looked out the window and wiped away some tears that were forming in my eyes.
“I love you, Dad.” My voice cracked as I took his hand and squeezed it. He returned the squeeze.
I started giggling and pulled my hand away. “This is sooooooooo gay!” We both began to laugh.
“Hey, you never know.” He laughed. “Cornelius seemed really interested.” I gave his shoulder a
shove.
“After nineteen years with that cold bitch,” he continued. “A man might be just the thing I need.”
I started laughing hysterically. I couldn’t believe my father was saying such a thing.
“You wouldn’t have the balls.” I laughed.
“Oh I’ve got the balls,” He replied. “But I don’t think I’m really a butt guy.” Tears were rolling down
my face with laughter. It’s a good thing I wasn’t driving or I would have wrecked the car.
When we got home, I took a long shower and then lay in bed working on some homework that I
procrastinated doing. I called Adrian once to see how he was feeling. We talked for a few minutes
and I assured him I’d see him at school the next day.
As I was reading my lit assignment, I heard the doorbell ring. I looked at the clock. It was after 9:30.
I couldn’t figure out who would be coming by this late at night. Several minutes later there was a
small knock at my door.
“Come in.” I shouted. The door slowly opened and Mrs. Weaver, Brett’s mom, stuck her head in the
door.
“May I come in, Corey?” She asked timidly. I got off the bed and walked over and gave her a hug.
Mrs. Weaver was my second mom. Well, actually my first. My own mother had never been around that
often, and she had filled the void all these years. I loved her more than I did my own mother.
She walked over to the bed and sat down. She patted the bed beside her, indicating she wanted me
to sit beside her.
“How have you been, Sweetheart?” She reached up and rested her hand on my cheek. I was trying
to fight back the tears, but it was useless. I leaned in and started crying while she held me tightly.
She kept rubbing my back gently and softly telling me every thing was going to be alright.
“Brett told me everything,” she said. “He really didn’t mean to hurt you.” I continued to cry. I had
been holding things in for several days, and now I was releasing all the pain and frustration I was
feeling. For some reason I felt that she understood.
“I don’t know what to do anymore.” I said. “Everything seems so out of control.”
“He still loves you, Honey.” She said softly. “You have to believe that.”
“He doesn’t act like it.” I said into her shoulder.
“Have you given him a chance to explain?” She pulled back and looked at my wet eyes. I could tell
that she had been crying as well.
“What’s to explain?” I said angrily. “He said he didn’t want me anymore.”
“But did he tell you he didn’t want to be your friend anymore?” She asked. I thought for a minute and
then shook my head no. He had been trying to talk to me, but I had stubbornly refused to listen to him.
We sat quietly for a few minutes while she continued to hold me. It suddenly dawned on me that she
seemed to know quite a bit about what had been going on. I was embarrassed thinking that she might
have known that Brett and I had been having sex.
“You know, don’t you?” I leaned back and looked into her eyes. She nodded her head and smiled.
“How long?” I asked. My face was beginning to redden.
“About three years.” She said. “I came home early from work one day and saw you in bed together.
I left the house and came back an hour later. By then you were in the driveway shooting basketball.”
My face was beet red thinking that she’d seen us fucking on Brett’s bed.
“Why didn’t you say anything?” I asked. I couldn’t understand how a mother could catch her son
having sex with another boy and not get angry.
“I knew you two loved each other.” She said. “I just didn’t know how much. I knew if I reacted
negatively, I’d lose you both. You two had something special, and I couldn’t come between you.”
“Does his dad know?” I asked.
“No.” She said. “I never told him, although I’m sure he suspects something.”
“Brett came to me about six months ago and told me what was going on.” She said. “He said he was
confused. He told me he loved you, but that he wanted to have a girlfriend and didn’t know how to
tell you.”
I hung my head. She pulled me into her once again and held me.
“I’m sorry, Baby.” She whispered. “I should have talked to you and prepared you for this. I just
figured if he wanted a girlfriend that maybe you did too.” I began to chuckle.
“I don’t think so,” I said. “I’m gay.”
“I know that now.” She held me tightly and kissed me on my forehead.
“But Brett isn’t.” I said sadly.
“Brett’s confused right now,” she said. “He doesn’t know what he wants at the moment.” I sat back
and looked hopefully into her face.
“But I do know one thing.” She smiled. “He needs his best friend back. He’s been moping around
the house for a week. I‘ve gone in his room at night and caught him crying several times.”
This again brought tears to my eyes. All this time I thought that I was the only one hurt by all of this.
I had thought that he had moved on with Cindy and had forgotten about me. Maybe I had been wrong.
“I can’t tell you what to do, Corey.” She said. “But Brett needs you.” We arose off the bed and she
gave me a long hug.
She pulled away and said, “Don’t tell him I came by.” I nodded my head. I walked her to the front door
and she gave me another hug. After she left, I went into my father’s office where he was at work at
his drawing table.
“Everything alright?” He asked as I walked in and sat in his large leather chair.
“I think I’m an ass.” I said.
“No, Corey,” He replied. “You’re not an ass. I don’t know what Jennifer said to you, but Brett did hurt
you. You’re both very young, and perhaps this was handled all wrong, but you can’t blame yourself.”
“So what do I do now?” I asked. I had so much going on inside my head. It really wasn’t my entire
fault. Perhaps I had been a little immature by not talking to Brett, but I still felt that he should have
been more truthful. If he was able to talk to his mother months ago, why couldn’t he have said
something to me?
“You are going to have to talk to him sometime.” Dad said. “I guess that is why Jennifer came by.” I
nodded my head.
“Yeah.” I said. “I guess I do. Maybe tomorrow.”
“Good.” He smiled at me and continued working at his table while I sat quietly thinking about facing
Brett again.