Johnny's POV:

As I lay down in the lot that night, I was thinking about my grandparents; when I was two they'd tried to take Linda and I away from our parents, but died soon after. It wasn't their death I was thinking about though; it was the day they came to get us.

It had been a Saturday in the middle of March, and Linda was wrapping fabric around me and pinning it to be an ankle-length white lace gown with a magenta sash tied into a big ugly bow in the front. Linda was re-pinning the cap-sleeves so the shoulders flared like she'd wanted them to, when we heard a car horn coming from in front of our house. Linda looked and saw Grandpa and Grandpa waving at us from their beige pickup. Our parents weren't home at the moment, but could've been any moment, so we wasted no time running down to the pickup; I didn't even take off the dress. Grandma got out, hugged us, and pushed us in the back seat.

"You should stop dressing him like that, Linda;" Grandpa laughed, "you'll turn him into a queer!"

"I need to keep him in it for a while so I can sew it together and take it with me to the swap meet; I already have it pinned just right!" Linda adjusted the bow and fastened my seatbelt as the car started moving.

"I have an actual sewing machine on the reservation you can use, dear." Grandma responded.

We'd gotten to the reservation just as the sun was setting and the dress was itching so much that Linda held me stil so I would br scratch and mess up the pins or stick myself. Luckily, Linda is a quick seamstress so it was only maybe half an hour before I was able to take it off. The next day our grandparents left to get some of our stuff from the house.

We lived happily for almost a year; until our grandparents got so sick they died. Our parents found us a week later and dragged us kicking and screaming back home.

Now I pondered if Grandpa was right about Linda turning me queer. But I wasn't fully gay; I still liked girls just fine, and Dally's the only boy I've liked. I pictured all the guys who I've heard girls and the media label 'hot'; nothing. I wasn't the least bit attracted to them, so why was Dally any different? Was it because he's the only guy who I know is gay? But I liked him before I knew.

I felt like my head was splitting in half so I stopped analyzing it. I mean, maybe I didn't even really like him; maybe I just thought of him as an idol. But then why do I get butterflies when our eyes meet?

My eyes got heavy and I drifted off to sleep. I had another wet dream about Dally. I woke up before we actually started doing anything, but the crotch of my jeans were very tight. I groaned and turned over on my stomach so no one would see. That did not work; I just got harder. I tried thinking about something else, but my thoughts kept drifting to Dally. In the end I quickly jacked off into a tree. It was the wee hours of the morning, so no one was around to see. Then I fell asleep again.

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