The following is a very real story. I happened quite a long time ago. 1987 I believe. Perhaps in today's world some of the language might offend. Perhaps the nature of the story won't sit well with some. But, it happened. So, I will recall it as clearly as I can for you folks to enjoy.
I grew up in a Beaver Cleaver kind of world. Dad worked at the office. Mom worked at home. Suburban house, cat , dog, bla, bla, bla. You get it. It's a common tale. We lived in that same house my whole childhood. In fact, my parents lived there until my father passed a few years ago.
Anyway, next door was Timmy ( or "Tim" as he later preferred) . Timmy and I were pretty close. His dad and my dad hung out and drank beer together. His mom and mine were very close as well. We played together as children almost daily. Very typical stuff. We shared many of the antics that "best friends" do.
But, as we approached high school, we began to go our separate ways. Sure, we talked regularly, but we didn't share the same circle of friends. He did his thing, and I did mine.
I was 6'2" and weighed about 210 by the time I was 17 years old. I was one of the top athletes at the school. Timmy never really grew up at all - at least not physically. In fact, on the day around which the good part of this story is based, he didn't really look much different that he ever did. At least not to me anyway.
I was fortunate enough after high school to be offered a scholarship to play football at the prominent state university. I was stoked. It was a life-long dream. So after that last summer at home, I left for school. Timmy left for a liberal arts school out of state. His ambition was to study theater and voice.
It was a great time at college that first semester. Football, pussy. Parties, pussy. Did I mention the pussy? But even with that, It was pretty exciting to be back home for the holiday break. I guess everybody gets a little home sick.
I had enjoyed the night's sleep in my old bed - so much in fact that by the time I awoke, my dad was off to work and my mom was out and about with the day's errands. I threw on some sweats, went out to see if the newspaper was around and sure enough, sitting in the next door driveway was the little orange VW -Timmy's car. I was debating whether to walk on over when his mom came out the door.
"Oh Scotty!!! It's so good to see you!!!" She practically mugged me with her hug. I always loved it when she pressed those big double Ds into me. When I was little, I used to get them in face. Too bad I had to get so tall.
She asked all the typical questions that I am all but certain my mother had already told her about. But, I just smiled and answered politely. "Scotty, I am going out. But, Timmy is home. I know he wants to see you. Go on in."
It was only a few minutes before Timmy and I were chatting like old times. It was really great. I might even say it was the best time we'd shared since before high school. There was no pretense or social status to consider. We were just re-living old times. It was great.
Then it happened. To this day, I cannot recall what he actually said. But my reply - I surely can. "Suck my dick!" It was not an invitation. It was not even an offense. It was just the language of the day. It could have just as easily been a kiddingly said "fuck you" or "kiss my ass." It really was no more than that. But his response was what changed everything. "Okay."
His inflection was hard to read. It wasn't said jokingly. Not angrily. It was a somewhat matter-of-fact response. But, I have to say, I did think he was just messing with me. "You're such a faggot," I laughed and stood up to go grab something out of the 'fridge.
