Benji And Keith

A hot day in August saw me walking in the park. Dog owners were walking their pets. One dog retrieved a frisbee which it returned to its owner, a blond woman probably my mom's age.

With me was my bestie Lynne Phelps, a petite redhead with green eyes and a heart-shaped face. Her hair cascaded past her shoulders. She was casually dressed in a pink criss cross v-neck cold shoulder top with sky-blue cutoffs and sandals.

Lynne and I have a history together. Four years ago we were two 15 year olds. She had a crush on me back in the day so we dated briefly. ON a night in my mancave, actually a basement room in my home, I revealed to her that I'm gay. Her mouth went agape. Shock combined with anger as she stormed out of the house crying.

For several days I had the impression that she hated me. I was bashful about trying to rebuild our relationship until I wasn't.

As the days grew warmer and longer we were talking more and more.

On that hot summer day two months after turning 19 I was preoccupied with a plan and how to impliment it.

"A penny for your thoughts," she said.

I thought for a second then spoke freely.

"I want to do a video. My mom won't mind being in it. We can talk about accepting my sexuality, coming out. Would you like to be part of it?"

"I'd love to," she said.

"Cool, I can get started on production."

"I can shoot the video."

"Catch both of us together in the shoot."

"Of course," said Lynne. "Let me knnow when you're ready."

"I have to make a Youtube account."

"Go for it."

"Lynne if I were straight I would marry you."

The remark prompted her to kiss my cheek.

"We can pretend we're married," she quipped.

Sometimes the gods present gifts. I had never expected my friendship with Keith Holcombe to be any more than that until it became so. An unseasonably warm Saturday in October saw he and I leaving the football stadium after an early season game. As we made our way through the crowd toward the gate I felt his hand brush against me. Seconds later I felt it again.

Wait. is he flirting with me? Maybe he's not straight.

We came to our cars parked end to end in the south lot. There next to the driver side door he revealed his feelings for me.

"Benji. I'm in love with you."

WHAT?

The words hung in the air for a couple of seconds until his lips touched mine. I draped my arms around his shoulders as my lips returned the kiss.

When we broke apart I asked "did you watch the video I made with my mom."

"I did," he replied. "Who shot it?"

"Lynne," I said.

"I've wanted to do that since that day we met. I was terrified of my feelings for you, of even realizing that I'm gay."

"Do your parents know?"

"Not yet," he replied.

"I told my mom when I was 17. Her reaction was awesome. Her boyfriend is good with it."

Fall turned to winter. Winter turned to spring. By the end of freshman year the romance with Keith was not exactly a secret. We came out as boyfriends on Facebook.

I had decided that Keith should meet my mom. He and I had been hanging out together at school gradually building a relationship for months.

"(Is there) Any chance we can get a dorm together this fall?"

"I don't see why not," I replied.

"I want to be naked with you."

MY mouth stretched into a smile.

"I mean it," he added.

I kissed him again, this time putting my hands on his buttocks. He deepened the kiss.

When we came to my house after a long ride my mom and Ken were sitting in patio furniture. Mom rested her hand on the table. Smoke rose from the cigarette between the fingers. She took a deep drag. The exhailation sent smoke streaming from her lips.

"Mom those are bad for you."

She didn't reply.

"This is my boyfriend Keith. I met him at school."

"Nice to meet you Mrs Lawton."

"You as well," my mom replied.

Keith and I remained with my mom and her boyfriend and fell into easy conversation about school, sports, tv shows to name a few topics.

Ken revealed some information that helped explain his liberal attitude. "I have a gay sister three years younger than me."

I asked, "are she and her partner married."

"They are," he replied. "They were together barely two months before they started living together."

"How long have they been together?"

"Four years. They got married after one year. They met at a hospital emergency room. Both are nurses."

The urge to indulge in sex with Keith was growing stronger. A look we gave one another then a hand on each other's thigh telegraphed our desires.

Ken finally spoke. "You guys really ought to go to your room."

My mom squashed her cigarette in the ashtray in the center of the table.

I had been watching her smoke all my life. Now, by age 19, I found myself fighting the urge to light one. Maybe it was the fact that she seemed to enjoy it. My remark was a coverup.

"Do you want to take a walk around the pond?"

We could hold hands. We could also make a stop at the store. The desire to smoke had finally overwhelmed me. I wanted so much to buy cigarettes.

When we finally arrived at the pond I lit a New Port with the pink bic. Fighting off the diziness I took another drag then another. My body soon grew accustomed to the nicotine going into my bloodstream.

Approximately half a mile from where I lit the smoke I took the last drag, dropped it and crushed it under my foot.

"A lot of people I know smoke. My mom, my dad, my mom's boyfriend are just a few."

Another urge came to me, this one sexual.

Inside the woods along the trail I pulled Keith into a kiss.

"I can fuck you right here." My words came out barely above a whisper.

"Let's at least wait till dark."

Though darkness was still hours in the future, I didn't resist the urge to rub his manhood through his pants.

A few minutes elapsed. Seeing the telltale bulge of an erection, I opened his pants letting it out. He said nothing so I went to my knees. Giving him a blow job in the woods made my day. I was determined to make him ejaculate and perhaps swallow his cum.

You taste so good. Your cum should taste even better.

"Suck me dude."