A Mourning Storm
It was getting dark when we finally arrived to drop Andrew, Harley and Freddy off. I got
out and gave Andrew a big hug.
“What about me?” Harley seemed hurt that I had turned to get back into the car
without saying goodbye to him.
“Sorry,” I said as I reached down and picked him up. He giggled when I raised him
above my head and did a raspberry on his stomach.
“That tickles!” he screamed as he tried to pull away. I put him down, and then Andrew
ran up to me.
“Do me!” Since he was much larger than Harley, I had trouble lifting his body. Gabe
noticed me struggling to lift him, so he walked over and helped me. He did his back
while I did his stomach.
“Stop!” he laughed. We did it again before finally putting him down. He grabbed Harley’s
hand and they ran into the house.
Gabe turned to Freddy and me. “I don’t know about you guys, but I’m not ready to call
it a night. It’s Saturday, and we don’t have school tomorrow. Why don’t you guys come
home with me, and we’ll stay up all night.”
Freddy looked over at me. When I didn’t respond, he told Gabe, “I’m kind of tired.
Maybe we can do it some other time.” I realized he was disappointed that I didn’t want
to join them. I looked at him.
I said challengingly, “I’m game if you are.”
He grinned and asked, “You sure?” When I nodded, he said, “Let me go get some
clothes to wear. I’ll be right back.” Gabe laughed when he raced into the house.
We explained to Aunt Barbara what was going on. Gabe phoned his dad to make sure
that he had permission for us to spend the night.
“All set,” he informed me when he closed his phone. Just then, Freddy came running
from the house carrying a plastic bag.
“Shotgun!” Gabe shouted as he jumped into the front seat. When Freddy got into the
back seat beside me, he looked over and smiled.
We stopped by my house to pick up a change of clothes. “Do I need pajamas?” I looked
over at Gabe. In the past, we had always just slept in our underwear, but I didn’t know
if we would with Freddy joining us.
“Naw.” He looked over at Freddy and grinned. “We’ll just sleep naked.” Freddy’s eyes
“What?” Freddy shouted.
Gabe grabbed me and we laughed uncontrollably. He turned back to Freddy and asked
innocently, “You do sleep naked like me and Richie, don’t you?”
“I’ve...never...” He started to stammer. We laughed even louder. I walked over to the
dresser and pulled out a pair of pajamas.
“Party pooper,” Gabe said disappointedly. Freddy let out a sigh of relief.
Gabe’s mother and father were in their bedroom when we arrived. He went to talk to
them while I led Freddy to the family room. I walked over and turned on the big screen
“What do you want to watch?”
He shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t care.”
“You’d better decide now,” I warned, “because when Gabe comes back and we aren’t
watching something, then we’ll be looking at sports the rest of the night.” I quickly
turned it to the movie channels. When he saw something he liked, we sat down on the
sofa beside each other.
Gabe glanced over at the television when he entered and frowned. “I thought we could
watch some college basketball.”
I turned to Freddy. “He wanted to watch this movie, right?” He looked at me and
“All right,” Gabe sighed as he toed off his shoes, sat down on the floor and rested
against the sofa. I could tell he was disappointed, but Freddy was a guest and he didn’t
want to be rude.
We had been watching the movie for about ten minutes when Gabe’s cell phone rang.
He looked at the number and turned to Freddy. “It’s Sasha.”
“Hey!” he said excitedly, “I didn’t think you’d call. Is Cindi with you?” He turned to
Freddy and gave him a thumbs up. He then jumped up on the sofa, pushing Freddy
towards me. “Yeah, he’s here. Hold on.” He handed Freddy the phone.
I listened to them talk and giggle for several minutes before getting up and leaving the
room. Most of their conversation was about the good time they’d had at the park.
I went into the kitchen to get something to drink. When I returned, Gabe was trying to
set up a date with Sasha. He said he was going to talk his mother into driving him to
where she lived.
I turned and again left the room. I walked out the back door and stood on the patio.
I could hear an owl hooting in a tree in the backyard. I looked up and saw the old tree
house Gabe and I used to play in. His father and mine had spent a weekend building it
for us when we were seven. We had spent many nights in it.
Gabe also gave me my first introduction to sex in the tree house when we were twelve.
Late one night, when he was sure his mother and father had gone to bed, he pulled out
a flashlight and a magazine.
“Look!” he said excitedly as he lit up the magazine cover. I read the words, Playboy.
There was a picture of a scantily clad girl on the front. He had me hold the flashlight
while he opened the pages. My eyes widened when I saw the images of naked girls.
“Where did you get this?” I squealed.
“Shhh,” he warned. “Mom and Dad will hear us.”
“Where did you get this?” I asked again. “You’re going to get in trouble if your dad finds
it.” My eyes wouldn’t leave the naked images before me.
“I found it in the street,” he said. “Some perv must have thrown it out.”
“Well,” I replied. “You’re a perv now.”
He looked at me and giggled, “So are you.”
We thumbed through the magazine several times as our small cocks throbbed inside
our pants. Gabe and I had seen each other naked many times, so it wasn’t unusual for
us to strip our clothes off. We had heard boys talking about jacking off at school, but
we had never done it. That night we did, several times as we looked at the pictures of
naked girls. Neither of us was able to cum, but it was still a fun night.
I sighed when I thought about how much our lives had changed. Gabe was still
interested in girls, but I wasn’t. Suddenly, I felt lonely. I felt that I’d never again be
I looked out over the backyard and at the tree house. The ladder was still there that led
to it. I walked over and stood on the first rung. I tested it to make sure it would still
hold my weight. It seemed sturdy, so I climbed up into the tree house.
“Ouch,” I muttered when I hit my head on the ceiling when I tried to stand up. I realized
I hadn’t been in it in years. It smelled musty. There was a full moon, so I was able to
see around me. I picked up a dirty towel with the tips of my fingers and started
laughing. It was Gabe’s cum rag. He told me when he was thirteen he’d come up here
and jack off so his mother wouldn’t walk in on him in his bedroom.
I leaned against the wall and closed my eyes. “I wish I was seven again,” I thought. “Life
was much simpler then. Mom was alive and Dad...” My thoughts trailed off to a happier
I remembered the weekend that Dad and Mr. Dyson built the tree house. Gabe and I
had helped them unload the wood from his Dad’s truck and carry it to the tree. We
watched excitedly for hours as they climbed around on ladders and tree branches
making our new place of adventure. We imagined playing Tarzan while our fathers
laughed above us.
I relieved the moment when they added the ladder and announced that it was ready for
us. We jumped and screamed with delight as we jumped into our father’s arms and
hugged them tightly.
But that was long ago.
I must have been in the tree house for about thirty minutes when I felt the tree house
begin to sway. I thought it was Gabe coming to look for me, but I was surprised when
Freddy’s face appeared in the small doorway. He squinted his eyes and looked into the
darkened room before he saw me sitting against the wall.
“You all right? he asked worriedly. “Gabe thought you might be out here.” When I didn’t
respond, he pulled himself into the tree house, crawled over and sat down beside me.
He looked around the dimly lit room. “This is kind of neat,” he remarked. “Did you and
Gabe build this?”
“No,” I answered. “Our dads did.”
We sat in silence for a couple of minutes before I spoke. “Why are you always following
me?” When I looked over at him, he shrugged his shoulders.
“I don’t know,” he replied. We stared into each other’s eyes briefly, before he looked
“I thought you and Gabe were talking to those girls you met today.” I tried not to
sound hurt, but I wasn’t sure I could hide my feelings.
“Yeah, well,” he laughed nervously. “Gabe is still talking to Sasha.”
“Why aren’t you talking to Cindi?” I was curious why he still wasn’t on the phone to her.
“I told her I had some other things to do,” he responded.
“Don’t you like her?”
“She’s all right,” he said as he shrugged his shoulders. “I’m not really looking for a
“I don’t know,” he sighed. I could tell by the tone of his voice he didn’t want to say any
more. We sat silently for several more minutes. Finally, he started to get up.
“I guess I better go,” he said sadly. “I’m sorry I bothered you. I kind of figured you
didn’t like me.”
He was about to climb down the ladder when I stopped him. “You haven’t exactly given
me a reason to like you.” He climbed back in and sat down beside me once again.
“I’m not the enemy, Richie,” he said. “I don’t like what’s going on any more than you
“Yeah,” I said angrily, “but you’re in my room while I’m staying with my aunt and uncle.”
“I’m not in your room,” he informed me. I gave him a puzzled look. “When they moved
your things out, I started sleeping in the family room in the basement.”
I turned toward him. “Why?”
“It didn’t seem right,” he said. He reached out and gently touched my arm. “Look,
Richie. Mom and I have been fighting ever since we moved into your house. I’ve been
against this since the beginning. I even called my dad and asked him if I could come stay
“Where’s he live?”
“Tokyo, Japan.” He looked over and frowned. “He’s a contractor for the Defense
Department. He told me he wouldn’t fly me there. Besides, he has remarried and has a
family over there.”
“Oh,” I replied, not knowing what else to say. We sat again in silence for several minutes.
“How can you put up with him?” I finally asked. If he wanted to leave, then he must feel
the same way I do.
“He’s not a bad guy.” I sat up and looked at him. “We got along pretty good for a while.”
“You like him?” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
“Yeah, until...” he stopped and closed his eyes.
“Until that night I saw you on your bike.”
“We were eating in a restaurant and you came by on your bike,” he said. I recalled that
incident. It was the first time I had seen him with her.
“Mom told me he was married when they met,” he informed me, “but I didn’t think about
it until I saw the hurt look in your eyes.” He let out a deep sigh. “Things kind of changed
I couldn’t believe that both of us felt the same way. Seeing him with her, Freddy and
Harley that night had been the beginning of my hatred for him. Now it appears that
Freddy had experienced a similar feeling.
He looked at me. “Mom really loves him.” I sat back and crossed my arms defensively.
“She tried to explain to me that she never meant to hurt your mom.”
I started to get up. “I don’t want to hear this,” I said as I started to crawl toward the
He put his hand out and grabbed my arm.
“Please, Richie,” he pleaded. “Let me talk. I don’t want you to hate us.” I hesitated
before scooting back and sitting down beside him.
“Mom said when she and your father met,” he continued, “he told her his marriage to
your mom was over. He was still at home, but they had agreed on a separation.”
I knew for months that he was sleeping downstairs while she slept in the master
bedroom. I just thought they were angry at each other.
“My mom and I fought a lot back then,” he confessed. “I even called her a whore once.”
He gave me a puzzled look when I started laughing. “What’s funny?”
“Never mind,” I said as my laughter subsided.
“The next thing I knew,” he continued, “we were moving into a downtown apartment
“Yeah,” I sighed, “I know.”
“Things were going along pretty good for about a year, and then suddenly everything
“It’s when your mother got sick,” he replied. “I think it really broke him up.”
“He sure didn’t act like it,” I said angrily. “He never once came around when she was
He sat up and looked at me. “He wanted to, but your mother told him she didn’t want
to see him. I heard him tell Mom that every time he’d call, she would hang up on him.”
“I’ve heard enough,” I said angrily. I started to leave but he again stopped me.
“You have to believe me, Richie,” he pleaded. “Why would I be lying to you?”
“Because you’re on his side!” I shouted. When I started to crawl away, he grabbed my
arm with both hands.
“He loves you, Richie!”
I raised my hand to hit him, but he stopped me. I started to cry hysterically. “He hates
me!” I screamed. “If he loved me, he wouldn’t have left me when I needed him. I had to
take care of her by myself. I was just a kid!” He pulled me into his arms. My head fell
into his lap as I cried uncontrollably. He said nothing as he gently ran his hand over my
“People make mistakes.” His voice shook with emotion. I continued to cry as he rocked
me in his arms. After a few minutes, I sat up and wiped my eyes dry.
Freddy asked worriedly, “Are you all right, Richie,”
“No,” I answered. “I don’t think I’m ever going to be all right.” When I sat back against
the wall, Freddy scooted toward me until our bodies were touching.
I looked over at him. “If he loves me like you say he does,” I asked, “then why has he
been so mean to me?”
Freddy laughed nervously. “You haven’t exactly been the easiest person to live with.
I guess you kind of pushed the wrong buttons.”
“But he hit me!” I screamed.
“And he shouldn’t have,” he said angrily. “But sometimes you deserved it.”
“Yeah,” he laughed nervously. “Like that time you said you’d been fucking Mom all night.
I wanted to come across the room and hit you. I would have if your dad hadn’t pushed
you out onto the deck.”
“But still...” I sat back and remembered that night I’d come home after drinking. I had
tried to get him to hit me. I looked over at Freddy. “Sorry I said those things about
“It’s okay,” he replied. We sat silently for a few minutes. He kept looking over at me.
Finally, he spoke. “Can I ask you something?”
“I guess, what?”
“When you were in the hospital, what did you say to your father?”
“It was really strange,” he explained. “He came home after seeing you, and we were
eating dinner. Suddenly, he started crying. I’d never seen a grown man break down like
that. He left the table, and Mom followed him into the bedroom. They were there the
rest of the night and never came out.” He stared at me. “The next day they removed
your things from your room. What did you say to him?”
I rested my head against the wall and closed my eyes. “I’d rather not talk about it.”
“It‘s going to be okay, Richie?” He reached over, took my hand and held it. For some
reason, I didn’t feel like pulling away. I turned my hand over and locked my fingers
“Can we just sit like this for a few minutes?” I asked. For the first time since meeting
him, I felt close to Freddy, perhaps even closer than I had with Wade. Maybe it was
because we had shared similar feelings for the past few years. Maybe it was just
because I was tired of being lonely.
“Sure.” He leaned into my body and gripped my hand tightly.
After a few minutes, he turned to me with a concerned look. “So, what are you going to
“What do you mean?”
“Your life,” he responded. He continued to hold my hand tightly. “You ever going to
come back home?”
I rested my head on the wall and sighed deeply. “I don’t know.” I sat up and looked into
his eyes. “I just want to be happy for a change. I’m tired of living like this.” Tears welled
up in both our eyes.
“You’ll find happiness someday,” he assured me. “Trust me.” Tears started to fall down
my face. He smiled and gently wiped them away. For a minute, I thought he was going
to lean in and kiss me. I even closed my eyes and waited for it. But suddenly the tree
house started to shake. He pulled his hand from mine and quickly scooted away.
Gabe’s head emerged. He squinted to see us in the darkened room. “There you two
are,” he said as he climbed in. “What are you doing in here? Jacking off?” He started to
laugh until he saw that both of us appeared upset. He moved around and sat down
“This old place hasn’t changed much, has it, Rich?” He looked at me and smiled. “We
had some good times in here.” He looked past me at Freddy. “Did he tell you about the
Playboy magazine yet?” Freddy laughed and looked over at me.
“No,” he smiled. “He hasn’t.” Gabe crawled across the room, lifted a small rug and held
up a worn magazine.
“Here it is.” He scooted back over and sat down beside me. “Remember this, Rich?”
I nodded my head. “We were about ten when I found it.”
“Twelve,” I reminded him.
“Yeah, yeah,” he said. “Twelve.” He handed the magazine to Freddy. Freddy quickly
thumbed through it and handed it back.
“Just like Richie,” he smiled as he replaced the magazine back into its hiding place.
“What do you mean?” I asked defensively. “Just like me?”
“Relax, Richie,” he replied. “It’s just that you didn’t much like looking at the pictures
either. Me, though.” He made a gesture as if he was masturbating. “I did.”
I laughed and then grabbed the blue towel sitting on the other side of him. “I know.”
If it hadn’t been so dark, I’m sure we would have seen his face turn a bright shade of
“Hey!” He threw up his arms. “I’m a teenager. We all do it.” He looked over at Freddy.
“Um...I... I...” Freddy started to stammer.
“Relax,” Gabe laughed. “You really don’t have to answer that.”
When I saw how embarrassed Freddy was, I tried to change the subject. “How did your
talk with Sasha go? Are you going to go out with her?”
“I think so,” he answered excitedly. “She’s pretty cool.” He looked back over at Freddy.
“Cindi’s kind of upset that you didn’t want to talk to her. It’s okay, though. I told her
you were seeing someone.” He looked back and forth between Freddy and me and
“What?” I asked when I noticed his evil grin.
“Nothing,” he laughed. “Everything’s cool.” His eyes darted back and forth at us.
He scooted over and sat in front of us. “I know what,” he said excitedly. “Let’s sleep up
here tonight.” He looked at me and smiled. “It will be just like old times. What do you
“You’re not going to get out that magazine and make me jack off with you, are you?”
Freddy turned to me with a surprised look. “You guys did that?”
Gabe laughed. “Well, duh,” he giggled. “We were twelve. Of course we did.” He started
crawling over to the door. “You guys stay here. I’m going to the house and bring us
back something to eat.” He turned to me and grinned evilly. “I’ll bring back a flashlight.”
He ducked when I threw the stiff, blue towel at him.
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