Stories about & for us Queers

"Yeah, okay, yeah I am and what does that make you? Huh? You were the one who brought me here!" Mason screamed out, his eyes glaring at Cory. His heart was beating fast, like how dare this guy. First he brings him here to seduce him now he calls him down?

"Just fuckin take me home, okay?" He finally blurted out.

Cory didn't speak anymore. He got up and started to gather up the stuff. He walked towards the car. Mason trailed behind him, his anger still raging inside him but he also could feel like he was losing something. His brain was mixed up. He wanted Cory, wanted him bad; so what if he had spoken about fags that way. Maybe he was over reacting, maybe he should shut his mouth and listen; he did shoot it off too much.

Cory was inside the car, waiting. Mason got in, then before he closed the door he looked at Cory. Amazingly, he couldn't really be mad at him, how his hair was, his head, and those lips. Cory still had his shirt off, and that body was to die for.

"Look, uh, never mind what I said; let's talk this out. Please Cory?"

Cory nodded his agreement and for the next two hours the two talked. They talked about their fears, their goals, how lonely they were. Cory told Mason about growing up in a low end working family with lots of siblings. How he felt being the one they all pinned their hopes on and how even the town seemed to weigh him down with their hopes and dreams, but no one really asked him about his dreams. Mason told him about growing up under a microscope of family pressure. How he was always alone, except for George. How no one asked him anything, just told him what to do. He talked about how at school he always knew, since he was 12, that he was different and how he had to keep it a secret, only George knew. Mason talked the most, more than he had ever said in his young life and he felt like this was right, this was what he had been missing.

Finally they talked about each other. Cory told Mason how he had always felt strange when he saw him. How lately that feeling got even deeper, and made him feel dirty until he realized that it was more than just lust. He talked about how he finally came to understand that while no other guy ever made him feel horny or hot, then he wasn't gay but he was in love. Every now and then they would hold hands, and even a light kiss, as the truth poured out of them both, Cory more about his confusion with his feelings for another male, Mason for his feelings about his family and both of them about the sheer loneliness that they faced each day of their young lives.

Mason finally broke down and told Cory how he dreamed of him. It took him by surprise but the wide grin on his face told him it was a good surprise. They discussed it more and their voices became

Top of Page

Home • Stories • Books • Catalogue • Resources • Contact • Privacy • Site Map

Copyright © 1999 - 2004 GFH E-Publishing
100% Gay Owned & Operated

All Models conform to US Laws
Citiboyz/X99Media Co. complies with federal laws 18USC2257 and 28CFR75
Hosting provided by EZ Provider Networks Inc