"Yeah, that's what I was saying?!" I said laughing. I was on the phone with Ashley, a long time friend for like 4 years. We had gone through just about everything. I got up, went into the kitchen, and began putting up the dishes from the dishwasher. My parents were at a convention and to my attention had left a twenty on the counter. Pizza, I thought to myself.

"Hey. I'm gonna call you back." I hung up with her and called pizza hut, ordering a double pepperoni pizza. I put the phone on the receiver. I was about to sit back down on the couch when someone knock at the door.

"Who is it?" I holler. "It's me. Open up." Someone responded sobbing. I opened it immediately, only revealing my best friend, Alec. He was standing in the rain, soaked and crying.

"What happened?" I had no clue to what was wrong, he had the best life. "They hate me Xavier! They hate me! All I did was tell the truth, That ALL!"

I stood there confused. "Huh? What?" he looked at me as if I knew. Even though I had known Alec for like, 2 years, we were like brothers. Nevertheless, even though people never accepted me at school, he did at least.

"I'm gay….." he spat, his head down buried in my chest as if he was realizing it. I held him and I didn't know what else to do but stand there and hold him. He was my best friend. I wanted him to remember I was there for him. Brushing his jet-black spiky hair, he looked up at me.

"What happened…" that is all I could say? I led him to the couch and he explained as I went to get something to cover him. I quickly found a blanket from the closet and wrapped it around him, rubbing his back to generate warmth. He shivered and he told me.

"Victoria tried to kiss me.," he said shivering, stuttering on each word. His eyes were like rivers. I leaned in and held him. He continued. "And I couldn't… I didn't know what to do. Why?" He asked himself

"Okay. Calm down -" I smoothly said. "Why," he interjected." You weren't there, trying to like someone you know you couldn't love? No. I was there. So don't tell me you understand, don't tell me that you know where I am coming from. Don't, just don't." I didn't know what to say. He was right. I had only came out to my school, my peers. He admitted it to his parents. He had guts.

"Listen," I started. "If you don't want to like guys, then don't."

"But…I…" he trailed off. He thought for a moment and then put his hands to his head, as if he was pulling hair out, erasing a thought. He got up walking, pacing back and forth.

"What? What's wrong? Tell me?" I argued back. I was not sure how this was going to turn out, so I grabbed the phone. He might not be able to go home and face his parents. "Call your mom."

"Why? So they can holler more?" he sounded weak, like he was giving up. "You know," he began. "I was gonna kill myself." he laughed, hot, wet tears strolling down his face. He paced back in forth in front of the couch. I didn't know anything about this. And he was my bro.

"But I thought of you, for some, stupid, reason. Don't know why, but I did." he pointed spitting each word out like poison at me. He was right. I didn't know where he came from. I liked my 'discovery'. I was happy about it. I had a positive outlook on it. He was a homophobe. He never approved of it. However, I was his friend first. Therefore, he accepted me for who I was. Before anything else.

"What do all of you want from me?" he stormed. He fell to his knees, and busted into more tears. I dropped to his side and held him. "It'll be alright…shhh…" I coaxed him, holding his head.

"No it won't…my parents hate me, probably will abandon me. My friends will hate me…" he listed. He shook violently, breathing in fast pants.

"I won't." I assured him. "I won't. I'm here. That's what friends are for." he looked up. I kissed his forehead. I wanted to kiss him so badly. I had liked him for so long…maybe I could be his first.

"Okay." he kept saying, nodding his head. I guided him back to the couch and he just sat there. I didn't know what to do. This was my first gay moment, especially someone coming out to me. I liked guy's, never to this extent. I liked guy's. In infatuation. But this was affection I felt for Alec.

"Do you need something, anything?" He just sat there, a stranger, scared and mad at the world, like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon. "A place to stay tonight," he finally spoke. "I don't think I could go face them, not today." I got some comfort foods: chips and dip, soda, Ice Cream and some Popcorn and we went upstairs to my room. I turned my light on and he looked around. Back wall center was my queen sized bed. Mahogany nightstands matched it, as well as my armoire on the left wall. The right wall had a large wide window.

My room was like any ordinary room, yet unique in its own natural way. It had tan walls and carpet. The walls were covered with drawings and different posters of movies and a wall shelf hung from the far wall.

I lay on my stomach on my bed and turned my Xbox on. We talked, laughed, and cried. Some of the crying was actually a good thing. I started to tell Alec the time when I came out.

"It was in 7th grade. I had gym with this guy and he picked on me, calling me names like fag, queer, you know, the usual. Well, one day, when a couple of people were left in there with me, I asked him why he picked on me. He only replied, 'Cuz your gay' he said. I knew he was lying; he hung out with most of the jocks. He said things only to fit in. So I grabbed his jaws and kissed him. He stood there, not letting me stop, so I keep going. Then I let go and I said, 'I guess you are too.' " Alec laughed.

"Liar!" He smiled. I loved his smile. His eyes lit up with fire and intensity.

"Seriously, " he handed me the popcorn bowl. "He has never spoken to me again." I grabbed a full hand of popcorn and caught it in my mouth.

"Who was it?" he asked, grabbing a sprite, popping the top.

"Brad Mores." I busted out laughing. "No!" Alec didn't believe me. I got up and spun in a circle.

"Yep. And guess what?" I teased, sticking my butt outward. "I got a kiss from a senior. More so, a guy too? I'm on a roll!!" I was in a good mood. Alec stood there just staring at me, like he saw someone different.

" You are…?" Alec asked in a dirty way, getting off the bed and walking towards me. He stood face to me, his body close. I got nervous and light headed. My hands had started to sweat immediately. This was not supposed to happen.

"I guess…" I said butterflied, looking at his luscious lips. He had a full set of lips, big on the bottom and small and perky at the top. He looked at my lips and I looked at him. He leaned in and our lips touched. I felt wired. Making out as if what seemed like eternity, I kept my arms at my waist. Thinking on instincts, I wrapped my arms around him. His arms around my neck, he pulled me to my bed. It was getting dark.

He sat down, me still standing. Lifting up my shirt, he kissed my stomach. I started to get hard. It got to the point were it throbbed at me, bulging out my pants. I took off my shirt, throwing it to the side, I looked at him tasting my body. He grabbed it through the pants rubbing on it, making me quiver. He got to my belt and looked up. Judging by the way he looked, he wanted to, but didn't know how to. "It's okay." He unzipped my pants slowly, slowly sliding them down. It just hung, hard and firm. I trembled, remembering something; this was Alec. I chickened. I bent over to pull my pants back on.

"I…can't let y-"I tried but he just continued. "Shhh…I want to." he desired. As I got up slowly, he put his mouth over the head and I inhaled loudly. It was quiet in the house. Rain poured over my window like a waterfall. I let all my worries go.

I had never let anyone perform oral on me. Until now. I put a finger in my mouth to calm myself down. He sucked slow and long, playing with my tight sac. I moaned, finger still in my mouth. He then placed each hand on my waist working his way farther. I scrunched my toes, it felt weird but in a good way. I put my hand on his head. He drove it farther in, this time all of it. I leaned my head back, moaning in ecstasy.

He then got up and stared at me. He grabbed me and kissed me again, making me feel render less. He got up, our bodies intimately close. He started to take off his shirt, not even a footway from me. I was watching him strip, he had a gleam in his eyes, as if he lusted for me like no other. He stopped. He left his pants on, afraid to get rid of them, thinking of making the right choice.

"You don't have to. I won't judge you." I calmly said. He understood, fully aware what I was thinking. He bent over gently letting his pants slide off his flowing body. He had the right curves in the right places. He leaned over in front off me, putting his hands on the bed. I got on my knees, spread his legs, and started to lick his hole. He moaned, excited at the feel of it. I thought for a minute, I was doing things I swore a year ago I wouldn't ever do. I didn't know how much I wanted him until he walked up to me.

I sucked my index and stuck it in his hole. He seemed to like it. He pushed up on it. Gradually, I added another one. Following up on a third, his tight hole opened. I got up and rubbed his back. I stuck it in without a thought and slowly watch it slide in and slide out.

"Ahh…yeah, keep going…" he moaned. I pushed further and he made a grunting noise. I pushed in and he bounced back, catching it, teasing me while I stood there. I kept riding his ass for all was worth. I grabbed his shoulders banging him until he moaned repeatedly. Then I took it out. He lay on the bed, his head on a pillow; he grabbed it, squeezing it.

"O…..yeah." I mounted him; my legs spread and banged his insides from behind. Then I took it out and rubbed against him. I jacked off a little and turned him over, holding the backboard, legs in his chest. I put my hands over his. I pushed and pushed until I gave out. Taking it out at the last minute, I cummed on his stomach. He moaned. "O, yeah…" he said, his breath coming in labored pants. He cummed shortly after I did in between our bodies. He laid on his back, legs spread out. He rubbed his body, pleased with what happened. As his breath slowed back down to normal, I held him.