After Brian drops off the milk, we get donuts (with 6 Boston Cremes, my mom's favorite) and head back to my house. I'm hoping that her favorite donuts will decrease the chances of her asking questions about "my story" (that I walked to the corner store to get donuts and just happened to see Brian there). Thankfully, I kept her up so late with my pacing and kicking the bed that she only wakes when she hears the door close after we arrive.

Then Brian and I are alone again, in my room, eating jelly donuts. Suddenly, Brian breaks the silence. "I stopped eating for a week, you know."

My eyes widen in surprise. I ask, "What?"

Brian isn't looking at me. He's picking at his donut, which (because of the powder) is on a plate; my mom's a neat freak. We're lucky she let us take the donuts into my room at all. "My parents are always accusing me of eating all the food. So one week, I stopped eating. I didn't think I was eating more than anyone else, but I had to find out for sure." His voice takes on a bitter tone as he continues, "That week, they still accused me of eating all the food, but I hadn't eaten a fucking thing."

I swallow hard. I'm not sure what to say.

Brian shakes his head. "Everyone, not just my parents, you know, but my aunts, uncles, and grandparents, said that I was a fucked up kid who needed more disciplining than other kids. They've been saying that since I was five. And…I don't know. I thought that maybe they were right. But that week, that week, I knew. I knew it was just an excuse. Why go to the trouble of stopping something that's wrong when you can just convince yourself that the person deserves it? I don't know who I hate more. My pop for…doing what he does, my mom for doing nothing and then later explaining to me why I deserve it, or the rest of my messed up family for pretending that we're normal. That, if anything, I'm the abnormal one."

I set my plate on the floor and move closer to Brian (we're sitting next to each other on the bed). Then I slip my hand into his and even thread our fingers together. I'm afraid that Brian will push me away, but he doesn't. In fact, he squeezes my hand tight (though not uncomfortably so).

Brian laughs, but there's no joy in it. "I'm so stupid that I've been doing everything I can to please them. To prove that they're wrong about me. But nothing has ever worked. Not earning grades good enough to get a scholarship, not becoming popular, not playing football, not becoming quarterback of the varsity team, not pretending I like girls, not learning to fix cars, nothing. They will always think I'm a piece of shit, no matter what I do. I don't know how many times my pop's told me he wished he'd forced my mom to get an abortion when she was pregnant with me or how many times my mom's said that she wished she'd 'gotten rid of me,' that she wished the Church allowed it."

Oh God! I'm too horrified to speak at first. When I find my voice, I whisper, "You don't have to do anything to make me like you. If you were less popular than me, though I don't see how that's possible (Brian chuckles), if you couldn't throw a football to save your life, if you earned poor grades, and even if you were hot for girls, I'd still like you, though if you were hot for girls, I'd be a very unhappy camper."

Brian laughs. Loudly. He looks up at me, his eyes dancing (though they glisten with unshed tears), and exclaims in an incredulous, but joy-filled voice, "Only you would use the term 'unhappy camper!' You are such a dork!"

I pout. Brian laughs again and pulls me into his arms. "Good thing I like dorks, well, I like you anyway. Maybe not all dorks." I hug Brian tight. He buries his face in my neck. My heart breaks when I feel his eyes grow wet. We just sit there for a while, holding each other. When we finally separate, Brian's eyes are dry, and he's smiling.

Then I blow him. I know a blowjob won't solve anything, but seeing Brian completely relaxed, with a blissful look on his face, makes me happy. Brian returns the favor. It's fucking amazing. He pushes me up against the wall, strips me naked, and then drops to his knees and starts deepthroating me (the most beautiful sight in the world). He stops briefly to lick and suck my balls. Before he takes my dick back into his mouth, he licks a finger and then traces my hole and slips his finger inside me while he continues to suck my dick. I cum less than a minute later, harder than I've ever cum before. I bite my lip so hard it bleeds to keep from crying out when I explode in Brian's mouth. I can't believe that my mom didn't interrupt at all.

After that, we return to the grocery store and then to my house to finish our home ec assignment. By the time we're done, it's dark outside. My mom invites Brian to dinner, but he declines. Then I walk him out. We hide around the corner of the house, with a tree obscuring the view of my neighbor on that side, and spend a few minutes making out. Brian gets me so hard squeezing my ass as he thrusts his tongue into my mouth, kissing me so hard and so passionately that my lips are swollen and bruised after. Then I watch him drive away. When he's out of sight, I run back up to my room to jerk off before my mom calls me to the table.