Stories about & for us Queers

“hehe No, it’s just easier for me to wear my helmet.”

“Your helmet? Shit... you are number 85.... I should have known the way you ran down the field... it had to be you.... well what a catch”

“hehe.. you liked it did you? .....So did I.....”

Old home week ended as Billy’s dad hurried them along. Traffic was thinning out now and it was late. They were busy talking over old times when Billy’s dad announced that they had arrived. Billy looked up to see they were at the Carter’s old place and he smiled.

“Hey we are almost neighbours.... this is great.”

“Yeah it is ..... uh... maybe we can get together tomorrow?”

“That would be super Mike... why don’t you come over and we can go swimming.”

“Sounds great Billy... uh thanks for the lift home... and I’ll see you after lunch.... the coach has us going over films in the morning...”

“Okay Mike.. cya then”

Billy lay in his bed, thoughts of Mike running through it. Funny how things were always changing yet not really changing. First his brother was leaving and now Mike had come back into his life. He wondered if Mike was still into messing around like they used to do? A wide grin crossed Billy’s face as he remembered how the two of them would sneak away to the bushes or down to the basement to experience their changes in their young

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