Three weeks later.

Carl

"Admit it. You're gay." Milan cocks his head and challenges.

"Man. You don't get it. I'm not gay. I say this because now I understand what's gay. I know what is gay. I ain't gay."

"Then why the fuck you're glued to your phone, texting mile a minute?" Thatcher growls.

"To a boy." Milan sings.

"Not any boy. It's Terry. That's why I'm not gay. I like only him. Not all the boys. Also, I like girls."

"All the girls?" Thatcher asks.

"Well.. not all. Not in that way. Maybe some. More than some." I say.

"So.... you like only Terry among the boys and lots of girls. Correct?"

"Yeah? But I don't think I like the girls the way I like Terry. Terry is my friend too." I'm getting a headache trying to think this through.

"So you like your friends in that way?" Milan asks.

"NO!!"

They both laugh. Fuckers.

"Hey..."

Terry waves from a few steps away.

I haven't seen him in three weeks. That Saturday, he came to know that his uncle had left him a trust fund from his share of the house and made Ritney it's trustee. It's supposed to be his eighteenth birthday gift. But Ritney- sweet old goatee, told my dad and Terry after hearing their story.

So Terry being Terry, wanted to know where his uncle was. When he came to know that he was just in the next country, of course he had to go. The same fucking day. He went to Toronto and spent two weeks there and came back last Monday. Not home. They went to the city, to court with the lawyer mom found.

He got emancipated. There were too many responsible adults on his side to not get it. That's what he said, when we talked on the phone.

I personally think that the judge took one look at him and decided he should be protected from his monster dad.

From all the reports, it looks like Dennis Stewart threw a fucking fit when his son came out. Good thing he did it in front of the judge.

So yeah, the whole fucking thing is done. At least it's in process. Ritney really did jump up and down in joy to have Terry stay with him it seems.

When Terry finally became free, I had this fucking regionals that I had to go to. We missed each other by two hours.

I came back this morning. The only thing that made this Monday bearable is the thought that I'll see him today.

Now there he is. Waving like a stranger.

There is just a little finger length plaster on his forehead, all other wounds seem to have gone unnoticeable.

I wave back. He smiles and comes closer.

We are near the lockers, it's crowded. It takes a second for Terry to reach us.

"Can you hear that man?" Thatcher nudges Milan.

"What?"

"That's Carl's phone. It's weeping with joy. It can finally die in peace."

They both laugh like the losers they are.

"Fuck off."

I pull in Terry with an arm around his shoulder.

He looks at me wide eyed. "Wha-"

He doesn't get to finish it. I grab him by the hips, bring our bodies together and kiss him. On. The. Lips. Just like he wanted.

He sighs.

Yeah.

Oh, yeah.

"Get a room. Jesus Christ!" Milan whines.

Someone whoots.

Someone whistles.

"Look at him. Eating his face like he's been starved to death. I ain't gay. My ass." Thatcher mocks.

I let go of Terry. "Tell them. What am I? They're confusing me. Calling me gay."

Terry smiles, his lips are red. He wipes it when I stare at it. "He is still figuring it out. From today, we're gonna start working on it actively." Terry winks looking me in the eye.

And man, yes, I'm fucking blushing.

Fuck off every one.

Adiós.

****

Terry

Terry: Park in Ramden Street and walk here.

Prince Carl: Why?

Terry: I don't want Ritney to catch you. It's nine o'clock.

Prince Carl: you are an adult now.

Yes, I am. I have my own place. It's a single room with attached bathroom in the backyard of Professor Ritney's house. He gave me an old microwave oven and Millie gave me an induction cooktop. Brian gave me this big cooler. Tess-Carl's mom came with her truck loaded with a desk and chair. Mr. Quentin took me shopping for bedding and stuff. Yeah, I have a place.

I went with Mr. Quentin to get my things from home. Dad wasn't home. Mom cried, I cried and it's over. I moved out. It's been three days.

I have many adults to thank for. Starting with Uncle Joe. But tonight is about thanking the one person who made me an adult.

Carl Stimson.

He is the rock I'm standing on. He gets me. Even when I don't get myself.

There's a knock on the door.

I open the door. He is wearing the pink shirt as I asked.

I can't help the smile that takes over my face.

"What's this?" I take the plastic bag from this hand.

"Stuff." He shuts the door and looks around.

"Not bad. This is a big room. You can totally put a screen here and make it a kitchen." He goes to bed and checks it's firmness.

"Carl... you have lube here." I say, checking the bag. "What's this?" The bag has items that I have only read about. "Who told you to buy this?"

I sit next to him. He thrusts his phone in my hand. "My doctor. I emailed him. He sent me the list of things to buy."

"WHAT?" My jaw drops.

An email in his phone blinks in front of my eyes.

Dear Doctor John,

I'm planning to try anal intercourse with my boyfriend. Since you helped me during my first time with my girlfriend, I hope you'll do the same now as well. What's needed? Will it hurt? What will happen if I have to shit? Just tell me everything.

Carl Stimson.

PS: Don't tell Dad like last time. I'm older now.

I'm floored. "What did he say?" There's no reply email.

Carl takes his phone back, "he shared a couple of docs in Google. They are big, you can read them later. I have to level up with you, Terry. I can't do this. I bought the stuff. But I can't imagine it. No way. Don't break up with me. We can do anything else you want. Not-"

I close his mouth with my palm. "First, since when are we boyfriends?"

He glares.

"Second, we aren't breaking up."

He tackles me when I laugh and we both hit the bed in loud thuds. I'm on top of him, he is holding me by my waist, I grind slightly.

"We don't need any of this stuff. We are gonna try and find out what makes you horny. That's all. Don't work up a sweat. Deal?"

He nods looking away with a blush.

When I unbutton his shirt, he doesn't stir.

"Okay, that doesn't make you horny."

He scoffs. "You're sitting on me. Right there. Why did you ask me to wear this shirt, if you're gonna remove it first?"

I slide up and off his hip. "I'm not gonna remove it. Just unbuttoning and letting it flow like this." I pull away the shirt ends to expose his torso.

"I knew it was the shirt!" Carl crows.

I palm his taut stomach. "It's not. It's just cherry on the top."

He doesn't have a six pack like my porn heroes. His stomach is well defined and unyielding to my touch.

"I'm going to kiss your stomach." I inform him.

"Are you planning to give me live comments on what you will do?" Carl asks face red, finally looking at me.

"Yeah. I don't want to spook you."

"Spook all you want. Don't talk about it. Please."

I trail a single finger up and down along his naval. "I love talking about sex."

He squirms.

"Do you like that?" My lips make a breezy contact with his stomach.

"Jesus fucking fuck. That tickles."

"This?" Placing my hands on either side of his hip, I press my face in his stomach, rubbing. He smells of some sweet perfume. Mild citrusy.

"Ahh... ahh."

That's enough for me. I move up to his ribs, he jerks.

"Why are you this sensitive? This is nothing gay. Haven't you done this with any girls? I thought girls liked hot bods."

He twists my ear. "I'm not discussing that with you."

"Right, sorry." I kiss his puckered nipple.

"No."

"Okay." Slowly, I bite it.

"Aargh..."

"That's yes."

He grabs my head, forcing me to look at him. "Shut up, Terry."

"No way."

In a second he has my lips in his. Stretching fully, I enjoy the kiss. This is our third kiss.

Carl initiated all of them, for which I'm glad. Whatever lingering doubts he has about his sexuality he has none about me. His kisses are proof enough.

His kisses are equal opportunity explorations. He devours me and allows me to devour him. No holding back. No doubts, there's nothing experimental about it. He wants this as much as I do.

The other two were in school so I couldn't take it any further. Now I can.

I tip his head to the side and suck his neck. His hands band around me holding me there.

"You like that, huh?"

No response except his erratic breathing.

I'll get him to verbalize his needs in a week's time.

"So that's your spot." I whisper.

"Fuck you." His hands grab my ass cheeks in a punishing grip.

"Not so fast. I'm only getting started." I pry away his hands. "Let's see what else turns you on."

His cotton shorts are already sporting a tent. But I want to drag this as long as I can. I ignore his huff and look at my prize restrained in soft material. Cupping it, I give it a squeeze.

"Hot.. you're so hot."

He grumbles.

"Do you like this?" I ask rubbing his thighs.

He ignores me.

"I'm going to suck you. Do you know how many times I have dreamt about it in the last ten days?" My fingers trail the edge of his crotch. "All these iron hard muscles are mine to taste tonight."

"Do something." Carl grinds out.

"I'm doing. I'm talking sex." I stroke his knees.

"I'm gonna beat you to a pulp if you don't touch me now." His eyes are closed, his chest is heaving heavily. Hands are twisted into my blankets.

"I am touching. Your knees, your thighs, man you have got pillows for thighs." I kiss both sides.

He grumbles. "Terry...."

"Yes..." I breathe on his skin.

"Shut up." He commands.

I laugh. "Then tell me what you want."

His fingers thread through my hair and guide my head back to his face. "I want you to shut up."

"How am I supposed to know what you like?" I trail a finger along the edge of his ear.

No reaction.

He doesn't seem to react to gentle touches. So I press forward and grab the earlobe with my teeth.

"Fuckety fuck."

That in my dictionary means surprise. I graze his ear with my teeth and needle it with my tongue.

"Terry... oh God... oh..."

"Can you see how you are grinding me?" I lick his ear. "Do you want more?"

"Oh God..."

"I'll take that as a yes."

"TERRY!!!!" He grips his hands around my face again and flips us, pushing me back on the mattress.

I laugh. "Are we wrestling on the bed?"

He shakes his head. "We are not doing anything today. I forgot to buy something very important."

"Yeah? What?" I look up at his flushed face.

"Duct tape."

I stare at him in confusion. Laugh out loud when it dawns on me.

"I like—"

His lips cover mine and I forget what I like.

****Reached Climax on 18-Jun-19****