I would put this fictional story under the title 'Forced Gay Male' but since there is no category like that I am listing it under 'Gay Male'. As noted it's a fantasy, which means it never happened except in a dream or two (or three) and I will share it here. All characters are at least 18 years of age.
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As I was growing up in a small town in the middle of Pennsylvania I liked to ride my bike, play baseball, and other activities a boy did in his youth. My name is Bruce Jankowski and I have two older brothers and one younger sister who are all grown now and have settled down with their own families. Dad worked at a steel mill about ten miles away from home and after we kids were older and able to take care of ourselves Mom got a job at a clothing store near home. It was important to them that we were able to go to school on our own before Mom went to work.
I loved to fish! Often I would go off to the stream alone on my bike and just throw my line in the water and wait for the fish to bite. Sometimes I was successful and more often I was not, but I just liked being by myself where I could spend hours daydreaming about all kinds of stuff. Most of the time Mom would pack me a lunch and some snacks and off I would go. I never went to the stream without telling her though.
One day I was at my favorite spot fishing and another boy showed up. At first I didn't like it that he was at 'my' spot but then I realized I didn't own that stream and he had every right to fish there too.
I introduced myself and he told me his name was Glenn Richards and right then and there we became best of friends. I even shared my lunch and snacks with him that day and from then on we hardly ever went fishing alone.
As we grew older we stayed best friends and even had some school classes together. At high school graduation Glenn was 19 years of age, stood about 6'1" and weighed about 205 toned pounds. I grew to 5'9" and weighed 175 pounds. Glenn is black and I am white but we never saw any difference in that just because our skin color was not the same. There were many adults who we knew who were racist, from both sides, but he and I did not allow that to happen.
For a graduation gift to each other we decided to go fishing but not to our regular place. It wasn't even to the regular stream. My Uncle Bud and his wife owned a small furnished cabin in the Pocono Mountains and as his gift to me he let me use it for a whole week free of charge. He told me there is a great fishing spot on the Lehigh River where he always catches the biggest trout.
I asked him if it was okay that my best friend could go with me and told him Glenn and I have been fishing together for years. He said he would like to meet my buddy, so that afternoon I took Glenn with me to get the key to the house.
I was not expecting the reception we got when he met Glenn! Uncle Bud was in a jovial mood when we first arrived but when he saw Glenn his countenance dropped. It was obvious to me that Bud didn't like black people and if it wasn't for the much friendlier reception by my aunt I probably would have called the whole trip off and thrown the damn key at him! I cannot begin to express how damn embarrassed I was! Aunt Doris even had made up a huge bag of goodies for us and told us that the cabin was full of food and that we BOTH should enjoy whatever is there. I could sense that Bud was not too happy so we quickly left and drove to the cabin.
I apologized to Glenn as I drove on. He said he understood and was glad to have a good white friend like me. "I see that crap all the time," he said to me. "I just don't understand why people have to be that way. It comes from my people too. I have some very good friends who don't like white people even though they never did anything to them. Why? And what's the biggest difference between you and me, Bruce? It's the color of our skin! I am so glad I'm not like that."
"I know. Me too. Just because you have more melanin should not effect who you are, but I guess in today's world of prejudice there are a lot of assholes who don't like people because their skin is darker," Bruce said.
"And many who don't like someone because their skin is lighter!" Glenn chimed in. "Bruce, I hope you and I never sink that low."
"I hope not too. Anyway, let's change the subject. Are you dating anyone right now, Glenn?"
"No, not right now. But I was and you really have to be on your guard when you do," he said.
"What do you mean?" Bruce asked him.
"Do you know Traci Shields?"
"Yeah, she's that real foxy black cheerleader, right?"
"Right! I dated her for a few weeks."
"Wow, Glenn. She is very pretty. But not anymore? What happened?"
"You talk about someone who has her head all messed up! I dated her for a whole month and all she ever wanted to do is listen to records but ONLY when her mom was home! All that time and we didn't even kiss once! She's also quite domineering and always wanted her own way, never wanted to do anything I wanted to do. Never! She probably has some guy now who she always ties up."
"What's wrong with that, that a pretty girl has you all tied up?"
Glenn then looked over at Bruce and said, "Oh, I guess nothing." And they both laughed out loud!
"And the records? What's that all about?" Bruce asked.
"She has a big collection of vinyl records like people did back in the day and she puts them on a record player and we listened to them. That's about it. I kept waiting for her to say she wanted to make out a little or get out the ropes!" Glenn said while giggling.
"Did she?"
"Did she what?" asked Glenn.
"Did she ever get out the ropes?" Bruce asked sort of kiddingly.
"Hell no! I only went over to her place a couple or three times and there was no way she was keeping me there longer than I wanted!"
"Then why did you go?" Bruce asked. The conversation was just friendly idle chatter as they headed to the cabin, which was about two hours from home.
"Did you ever see the ass on that chick?" Glenn said. "And those luscious legs and those nice tits? And what a pretty face! It's enough to make some fag change his ways! That's why I went. I just wanted to get some of that poon tang! But I just heard that she's been accepted to some convent to become a nun! So that wouldn't have worked anyway. But what a body!"
"But maybe you would have rescued her from doing that if you stayed together," Bruce said.
"Oh, well. It seems to me that I saved myself!" Glenn added and they both laughed out loud again.
As they kept driving along Bruce asked if there were any others. "Yes, there was Sally Wills," he said.
"You mean Sally who was the head of the marching color guard?"
"Yep, the same Sally." Glenn replied. "That very pretty white girl that didn't date much."
"Did she ever tell you why?"
"Yeah. She said it seemed that boys were afraid to ask her out because they were intimidated by her looks. Can you believe that? I didn't have any trouble. What the hell, all she could do is say no."
"Wow, she WAS pretty! But what happened to her?" Bruce asked.
"It was just what we were talking about earlier. A black guy with a white girl in this day and age? We really liked each other but the pressure was tremendous and that was from both sides! I don't know how she took it but I already told the people who gave us a lot of shit to go fuck themselves! My mom and dad were always on my side and her parents seemed that way, too. All the parents seemed to be cool with it and even met each other, but it was the dickheads around us that were the problems. Fuck 'em! I don't even want to talk about it anymore. And I'll never forget how my so called friends treated that girl."
"I don't blame you and we won't talk about it anymore. That really sucks!"
"Bruce, you're my best friend. I'm glad we met."
"Me, too, Glenn," he said as they pulled in the driveway to the cabin.
They took their bags into the cabin and looked around. They really liked the place. It had two bedrooms, a nice living room, a bathroom with a shower, a small eat in kitchen, and a basement. "Man, I could get into living this life for a long time," said Glenn as he checked out the pantry and the fridge. "Your aunt was right! There's a lot of food here already. And the small convenience store with the gas pumps is right down the road."
"Yes, I saw that. But we can only stay about a week then I have to get back to work," Bruce said as he went to the basement to turn on the water and the water heater. Glenn went with him and Bruce said, "We better turn these things on if we want hot water or even any water at all."
"Good thinking. But, my man, I didn't come all the way up here to talk and eat. I came to go fishing! Let's go check it out."
"I could not agree with you more!" Bruce said, so they grabbed their gear and headed to the Lehigh River.
"I believe this looks like the spot Uncle Bud told me about. Let's see what's up," Bruce said as he baited his line and threw it in the water.
Glenn did the same and they waited to see who would get the first bite. After about three hours and not even a nibble they agreed that it was time to get dinner ready so they walked back about a hundred yards to the cabin and settled in. Aunt Doris told them to eat anything they could find and they both settled on canned spaghetti. "I'm not much of a cook but I do know how to make this stuff," Glenn said. "And it doesn't take too long either."
Bruce opened two large cans of spaghetti and put it all in a sauce pan to heat up. Glenn took four pieces of fresh bread that was there and dropped them into the large toaster on the counter. He even found some butter in the fridge!
As they sat at the table eating Glenn asked Bruce where he works. "How do you know I work?" Bruce replied.
"Well you said a little while ago that we can only stay about a week because you have to get back to work. So where do you work?"
"I've only been there for three weeks but I work at the supermarket back home."
"Are you kidding me? I have to get back home, too, because I start there on Monday!" Glenn exclaimed.
"And let me guess. You're starting as a bagger at the checkout counters?"
"That's right, Bruce! Is that what happened with you, too?"
"Yep! But they're planning to move me to the dairy section and I will get a raise with it."
"Wow! That is so cool! So we're not only fishing buddies but we are working buddies too. I can hardly believe it." said Glenn. "Where have you been all my life?"
"Well, Glenn, we met when we were about ten so most of your life has been with me!"
"Yeah, I guess you're right."
"I hope it works out better than our fishing did today," Bruce said as they both got a chuckle out of that!
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Fishing on that stream really sucked for them all that week. It had already been three days of practically nothing but fishing and all they had to show was one small fish each. Both fish were thrown back in the stream because you don't keep fish that are only about four inches long!.
So the young men walked back to the cabin to relax a bit and get ready for dinner for that evening.
"Did you get the name of that store down the street when we went by?" Glenn asked.
"No, but there's a little phone book here that might have it in. Why, what were you thinking?" asked Bruce.
"I could really go for some pizza and some cold soda," said Glenn.
"Man, that's exactly what I was thinking! Let's see if they have it and if they deliver," Bruce said.
He made the call and, yes, they did deliver, so they ordered a large pizza, a couple large sodas, and a large order of fries and was told it would be about an hour before it arrived. They both thought that was a little long to wait but they also realized they were out in the sticks so what should they expect. Neither of them felt like going to get it so they just settled in to wait.
