Gordon rose from the chair and slowly walked over to Billy. He sat down next to the quaking body. With a flick of his wrist, he threw his glass away into the pond, the noise and motion startling Billy and Josh. Then he simply opened his arms up, willing with all his might to have Billy fall into them. Patiently he waited as Billy slowly looked into his eyes, the tears now rolling freely down his cheeks.
It didn’t seem like much, merely a slight shudder at first, then it started to deepen. Billy felt his chest heave, his lungs desperate for air, his heart desperate for the warmth of those massive flabby arms. His brain recalled how he felt as Gordon carried him into the bedroom after he had dressed his wounds. He could feel the strong pressure of Josh’s hand as he walked by his side to the bedroom.
Then it was all over. Billy fell forward into Gordon’s waiting arms, tears falling like a cloudburst. His sobs came from deep within his guts and his whole body shook as he felt the massive arms close around his shivering body. He couldn’t control himself as he cried.
He thought back to his home, how his stepfather used to beat him, how his school mates thought he was weird because he never had anything new, not clothes, not shoes, not even books or pencils. Whatever he had, was always seconds, and the constant yelling voice of that drunk who pretended to be his father still echoed in his ears.
‘Loser. Dopey.’ Those were his words of encouragement. And here was someone who he respected telling him that those words weren’t true. He cried deeply, barely able to catch his breath and he could feel a strange warmth holding onto him. His back felt like he was being crushed and he realized that Josh was holding onto him as well, adding
gaystoryman his own love and strength to Gordon’ s arms. The tears flowed for what seemed like hours, but in fact was only a few minutes. His entire life passed in front of him as he let the two sets of arms hold onto his trembling body.
He saw his stepfather kicking him out to eat with the dogs simply because he got a poor grade on a spelling test. He saw the police office run his club into his gut because he didn’t like fags. He saw the leering face of the man from last night as he slowly placed the lit cigarette against his dick. He saw it all, but he saw something else as well. His eyes focused on a strange glow, it seemed to just be there, and then he saw the blue eyes of Josh.
His tears stopped as his brain focused on the soft glow of Josh’s eyes. The dark images of his life seemed to slowly disappear. The sharp jagged face of his stepfather now seemed to be rather wobbly and misshapened. The glow from the cigarette seemed to be lessening as the blue from Josh’s eyes grew deeper and seemed to just overwhelm his brain.
Billy pulled himself upright, letting the arms holding him slip away but he didn’t see the images return. All he could see was Josh. The soft skin wrinkled in concern, the eyes probing his being as he struggled to regain his own composure. The touch of Gordon’s hand on his knee felt like a security blanket.
“Well… uh… guess you hit a nerve Gordon… sorry bout this…
I generally am not such a sap…”
“No I suppose you haven’t wanted to be… until now… Billy, don’t you see. You don’t have to go on doing what you don’t want to be. Won’t you trust me?”
“Trust you? That’s a good one. No, I am not trying to be a jerk. Shit… this doesn’t make sense… why are you doing this? What is in it for you?”
“Angle? Yes, I guess that is how you must see this all. No, Billy, there isn’t really an angle. I just want to have a real friend… someone I can share all this with… someone who will be honest with me and who will let me be honest with them…”
