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The story continues... and bad timing doesn't help
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The story continues... and bad timing doesn't help The neighbor boy came by to chat on Wed night about 6 and left about 9. He told me about his activities with a buddy up the street and how they had discovered they mutual sexual interests and how much fun it was to 'suck and fuck' each other. He discovered he liked being on bottom most of the time and how he wanted to tell the world but as scared to death somebody might find out. He chattered away and it just poured out like a growing breach in a damaged dike. When he finally slowed down enough for me to get a word in edgewise, I asked 'Do you think you're falling in love or consumed by lust' There was a long pause 'Both' was his soft spoken response. We ended our chat in agreement he might want to avoid coming out to his parents until he had some money saved up in case his super homophobic dad reacted badly and kicked him out. Likely most of us recall a time when Lust got us in trouble with family or friends. The young man got caught being fucked by his friend. His dad had got laid off and came home 2 hrs early on his last day. His dad is not a real big guy but very strong - while I've had to defend myself a few times, there is no way I'd want to be in a fight with him. I'd likely lose - badly. His dad threw the friend out the door (naked) with such force that he was airborne for a few feet. Then he beat the crap out of his and tossed him out as well, also naked. His friend had already run down the street to his house past at least a half dozen teenagers playing with a football and this group started to collect in front of my yard and the comments began. Thankfully a cop doing a patrol route came by and stopped before any more problems developed. The aid car came for the boy, the patrol car took his dad. The wife/mom was just getting home from work as they put their in the aid car. She freaked when she then saw that hubby was in backseat of a patrol car. What a mess. His dad is back home, not sure where the young man is. His mom came over this morning while I was changing the oil in my car and asked specifically if I had known her was having sex with other boys. I sort of lied and said, he had hinted about it but since we don't hang out, I didn't have a reference point to know joking from serious comments. She looked at her feet and said 'yeah I guess that's makes sense' and then added, 'I wish he had used better judgment, knowing his dad might be home early' after a long pause I asked 'is lust capable of good judgment' Her stunned look became a weak smile as she replied 'not that I ever recall' to which be both laughed. I ask myself did I lie / chicken out to protect myself or the young man. While he hadn't ask me / tell me to keep it a secret I recall that awkward time in my life - how many - if any... do I tell and if anyone was to tell, I wanted it / preferred it to be me that did the telling, not a neighbor. Now I'm the neighbor... and I only know the part of the story he told me and I know it's not the full story. And I see no value in sharing someone else's incomplete story, when I know it will be painful to the listeners. And should I happen to see either of the young men again... I will simply ask 'How's it going' maybe I'll pause, maybe I'll keep walking. |
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