Markwildyr.com, Post #266
BIG APOLOGY for missing my
post date on the twenty-third, but I had an excuse. I fell and hit my head, so
I was confined to the hospital. Have recovered, but am reminded of my
mortality. As a result, this will be my last post.
Let me say that again. THIS WILL
BE MY LAST POST.
* * * *
WELDON’S BIG MISTAKE
One Friday afternoon, he caught
me coming off the field and led me to what was becoming “our place,” deep in
the trees at the park. Of course, I knew what he intended, and privately
admitted I wanted it, as well.
As soon as we arrived, a kid
named Marcus pushed off from a tree trunk he was resting against and flashed a
grin. “Hi, guys. About gave you up.”
Immediately, I was caught
between two emotions. The fact Rick had invited him to participate was obvious,
which alarmed me. But this kid was delicious, and that brought another kind of
feeling. Marcus was dark, but Mediterranean dark, not Hispanic dark. Nonetheless
he instantly reminded me of Jaime. Black, curly hair spilled over his forehead,
and his smile devastated anyone within twenty feet.
“What… what’s this, Rick?” I
stuttered.
“Told Marcus how good you
were, and he wanted to see for himself.”
“Without asking me?”
“Why ask you?” The question
came in all innocence. This guy wasn’t exactly Mr. Sensitive.
“Because it’s me you’re
volunteering,” I snapped.
Marcus’ face fell. “You got a
problem with me being here?”
He looked good even when
disappointed.
“Not the point. He didn’t ask
me. Hell, he didn’t even tell me.”
“So I’m telling you,” Rick
said, stepping up behind me and butting me with his groin.
Before I knew it, I was on all
fours, my sweats down around my knees with Rick grunting at my back door.
“Go… on,” he mumbled. “Take
care of… uh, my friend.”
“That’s okay,” Marcus said,
starting to back away.
Spurred by his threatened
retreat, I clasped his long, strong thighs and pulled him forward. “’S okay,” I
mumbled his crotch in my face, “You’re here, might as well join in.”
I tugged down his trousers and
almost rued my words. This guy might be built thin, but he made up for lost
weight by what he stored in his pants. And it was growing by the second. I even
heard a gasp from Rick who was busy at my backside. Marcus squatted on his
heels when Rick pushed me flat of my belly atop his jacket, and they both had
at me. Not unpleasantly, either. Rick made it first, which carried me along
with him, while the hunky new kid threw himself at my mouth. Seemed he took
forever to start and then forgot to stop. This guy really came.
After that, we sort of fell
into a pattern. Marcus came back for more, which pleased me. Not only did he
perform well, he was pleasant to look at and reminded me of Jaime. We seldom
did a threesome again, but I saw both of them often enough to keep me sated.
****
One day near the end of
school, I came home to find Jaime sitting, arms folded across his chest, on the
edge of the front porch. He was obviously waiting for me, which gave my heart a
wrench.
“Hi,” I said uncertainly.
“’Lo.”
An awkward silence for a
moment.
“Surprised to see you,” I
said, breaking it.
“Yeah. I know. Look, Weldon…
I, uh, I dunno how to say this except straight out. You’re getting a rep around
school, and just thought you oughta know.”
“Rep?”
“Yeah. Rick Speare’s been
talking trash about you. D-dunno if it’s true or not, but he’s blabbing.” He
shrugged and said it again. “Just thought you oughta know.”
“What about Marcus?”
He glanced at me sharply. “What
about Marcus?”
My cheeks burned, and I couldn’t
meet his gaze. “Never mind.”
His mouth dropped open. “Marcus
too?”
I went scarlet then. “Rick
started it. Right… right after I opened my big mouth to you. Matter of fact
that’s how he came at me. Guessed Jaime wasn’t screwing me anymore, so thought
he’d pick up the slack.”
It was his time to flush. “I
wasn’t….”
“Yeah. Told him that never
happened.”
“But he didn’t believe you,”
Jaime said.
I shook my head. “Nope.
Anyway, that’s how he got to me.”
“And Marcus?”
I shrugged, ashamed to say he’d
been invited along. “Just happened. It was….” I clamped my mouth shut.
“It was what?”
I studied his beautiful, brown
eyes and decided to answer honestly. “As close as I could get to the real thing…
you.”
He dropped his eyes and
studied his hands clasped in front of him. Silence reigned for a full minute
before he spoke.
“I considered coming back and…
you know, offering to try it with you.”
I licked dry lips. “Still can.”
He met my gaze, and I almost
went giddy. Then he slowly shook his head.
“No. I really considered it
seriously. Even tried… you know, doing it to myself thinking about you. Didn’t
work. And I’d feel even worse if I tried with you and failed. The only thing I
can offer is an apology for treating you the way I did and try to get my friend
back. But not if he expects… you know.”
“Jaime, I’ll take you as a
friend any way I can get you. I’ve had a hole in my heart ever since that day.”
“Let’s fix that. How about we
pitch the ball some?”
“Can make you drop it.”
“You haven’t so far.” The grin
melting my heart died. “I guess it’s okay to keep seeing Marcus. He seems like
an okay guy. But Rick?”
“He’s history,” I said.
We burned gloves for an hour,
and it seemed like we’d recaptured what we’d lost… almost. Something had
changed, but we’d reestablished our friendship as best we could. There was just
the shadow of another slender, dark-headed Adonis in the background. Of course,
there was the shade of a dark-haired Maria over his shoulder, as well. All a
part of growing up, I finally decided.
How appropriate
that my last post ends up with both disappointment and acceptance, because
after over ten years of faithfully posting to a blog, the decision to quit brought
both a sense of emptiness and relief.
Farewell,
readers, I will miss you. The site will be left up so that future readers can
read any of the stories they wish. But nothing new is coming.
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