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Chapter 9
The next few weeks passed by and from the outside you would have thought that all was back to normal between me and Andrew, but whilst we were hanging out together a lot of the time like we had before, there were now awkward silences in our conversations where there hadn't been any before.
He also spent quite a lot of time with the girl, Amanda. I never saw them kiss and she never spent the night, but I figured they simply did that stuff in her room.
I was surprised that Andrew would start sleeping with a girl when it was clear that his development had not finished, but then maybe he'd shared his 'secret' with her as well. The thought that I wasn't the only person he had confided in made me feel sick with jealousy, which made me brusque if not a little rude if I ever encountered Amanda, especially if she was with Andrew.
I'd completely given up on trying to 'forget' my feelings and sexual urges. Whenever I jacked off I'd think of Andrew. I couldn't get him out of my head and the fact that he was in the next door bed made it even harder.
About 2 weeks into the semester I took the plunge and visited my first gay bar. It was a few towns over, which I hoped would mean that there'd be less chance that I'd be recognised.
I was getting ready and putting more effort into my clothes and everything than I would normally.
Andrew came back and choked slightly on the excess aftershave I had splashed on my face.
"Fuck me, mate," he said. "You trying to kill me or something?!"
"Sorry. A bit too much aftershave?"
"Just a little," he laughed. "You're making quite the effort. Is that a new shirt.
I nodded.
"Nice. She's a lucky lady."
"Oh, it's not for anyone in particular. I'm just going to head to a club and see what happens. You fancy joining me," I said, knowing that he had plans.
"I'm meeting up with Amanda and some others."
"Oh yeah, I forgot."
I finished styling my hair and put on my jacket.
"Laters."
"Knock 'em dead Maverick."
Less than an hour later I was standing at the bar, feeling self-conscious.
It was filled with people, about 80% of them men and of quite a broad age range. There were some guys there who looked to be about my age, but the majority were older : in their late 20s to late 30s.
I gulped down my first beer and was half way through my second when the barman slid a shot of something over to me.
"I didn't order that," I told him
"Nope, you didn't. That gentleman over there ordered it for you," he replied, nodding towards a guy sitting at the far end of the bar.
He was in his 40s at least and although he wasn't bad looking his steel grey hair wigged me out. I did the "thank you , but no thank you" sign and turned away.
I took another swig from my beer when I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was the old guy.
"That wasn't a 'I'd like to get in your pants' shot of whisky," he said, smiling at me. "That was a 'this is clearly your first time in a gay bar and you clearly need some dutch courage' shot of whisky."
"It's that obvious?"
"It's the look of terror and the pace at which you're drinking those beers that are the first clues."
"And the other clues."
"The fact that you've barely looked up from the bar and that you've missed about 30 different guys trying to catch your eye in the less than 10 minutes you've been here."
"You're quite the Sherlock," I said.
"I'd hope so. I've been doing this since before you were born and I own this place, so I've seen enough freshmen come in here looking like rabbits in the headlights to be able to spot another."
"I'm not a freshman," I said, unconvincingly.
"No, of course not," he replied raising an eyebrow. "Let me guess: you're ID says you're 23, after all it would be unsubtle to have it say 21 or even 22, but 24 would be pushing it."
My fake ID flashed through my head: the date of birth was 23.08.1986.
"Please don't confirm that I'm right otherwise I'll be forced to deny you any service here," he said with another smile. "I'm happy to know I'm right without confirmation and that way I can continue to pretend to be fooled."
"Thanks for the shot," I said, knocking it back.
"Not a problem," he replied. "My final bit of advice is that if you want to score in any club you have to make eye contact."
With that he walked back to his stool at the bar.
I felt the warmth of the whisky in my stomach and took his advice.
He was right about the guys checking me out. I'd never had so many women trying to make eye contact with me and it was quite the confidence boost to know that I was deemed something of a catch.
One guy caught my eye, though. He was tall, maybe my height or a little taller, blond and preppy looking. An Andrew-alike, if you will. He was older though. He was probably 23 for real.
I tried desperately to catch his eye and he finally looked in my direction. He nodded and smiled when he saw me. He headed over.
"Hi," I said, trying to hid the nervous novice tone in my voice.
"Hi," he said with a hint of irony.
"I'm Ryan."
"Josh," he replied.
A few minutes of slightly awkward chat followed before he took my hand and led me to the dancefloor. To say it wasn't my type of music was an understatement, but Josh put my arm around him and placed my hand on his ass and I tried my best to not look like bambi on ice.
He lent in and kissed me so quickly that I didn't have time to think about the fact that it was guy whose tongue was in my mouth or feel weird about the feel of another guy's stubble rubbing against my chin. Instead, I felt myself harden as he rubbed his crotch against mine. I could feel his own stiffening cock rub against mine. He placed his hand on my groin.
"My, we're certainly packing an impressive weapon down there," he said, rubbing my dick.
I didn't really know what to say to that. Was I supposed to compliment him back?
He carried on kissing me and I was almost at ease, but my thoughts kept on turning to Andrew. I could try and pretend that the guy kissing me was Andrew and with my eyes only slightly open it might have worked, but he had too much stubble. Andrew barely had any on his chin.
I felt my erection die a death.
In the taxi back to the dorm room I cringed at the memory of Josh's attempts to rub me into attention again. I had pushed his hand away and then eased away from him.
"I'm sorry," I said. "I . . ."
"A virgin, right," he said.
I nodded, feeling my cheeks burn.
"Too bad," he replied. "When you're ready, I'm here most Thursdays."
With that he walked away and I headed for the door.
My first gay club experience had lasted less than an hour.
When I got back to campus I headed for a bar where I knew I'd find Matt or Simon. In fact they were both there and I killed a couple of hours with them so as not to get back to the room too early and face questions from Andrew.
He was in when I got back, reading in bed.
"Good night?"
"It served its purpose," I said, ambiguously.
It had served its purpose. I now knew for sure that I was gay and that I was in love with Andrew.
The next few weeks passed by and from the outside you would have thought that all was back to normal between me and Andrew, but whilst we were hanging out together a lot of the time like we had before, there were now awkward silences in our conversations where there hadn't been any before.
He also spent quite a lot of time with the girl, Amanda. I never saw them kiss and she never spent the night, but I figured they simply did that stuff in her room.
I was surprised that Andrew would start sleeping with a girl when it was clear that his development had not finished, but then maybe he'd shared his 'secret' with her as well. The thought that I wasn't the only person he had confided in made me feel sick with jealousy, which made me brusque if not a little rude if I ever encountered Amanda, especially if she was with Andrew.
I'd completely given up on trying to 'forget' my feelings and sexual urges. Whenever I jacked off I'd think of Andrew. I couldn't get him out of my head and the fact that he was in the next door bed made it even harder.
About 2 weeks into the semester I took the plunge and visited my first gay bar. It was a few towns over, which I hoped would mean that there'd be less chance that I'd be recognised.
I was getting ready and putting more effort into my clothes and everything than I would normally.
Andrew came back and choked slightly on the excess aftershave I had splashed on my face.
"Fuck me, mate," he said. "You trying to kill me or something?!"
"Sorry. A bit too much aftershave?"
"Just a little," he laughed. "You're making quite the effort. Is that a new shirt.
I nodded.
"Nice. She's a lucky lady."
"Oh, it's not for anyone in particular. I'm just going to head to a club and see what happens. You fancy joining me," I said, knowing that he had plans.
"I'm meeting up with Amanda and some others."
"Oh yeah, I forgot."
I finished styling my hair and put on my jacket.
"Laters."
"Knock 'em dead Maverick."
Less than an hour later I was standing at the bar, feeling self-conscious.
It was filled with people, about 80% of them men and of quite a broad age range. There were some guys there who looked to be about my age, but the majority were older : in their late 20s to late 30s.
I gulped down my first beer and was half way through my second when the barman slid a shot of something over to me.
"I didn't order that," I told him
"Nope, you didn't. That gentleman over there ordered it for you," he replied, nodding towards a guy sitting at the far end of the bar.
He was in his 40s at least and although he wasn't bad looking his steel grey hair wigged me out. I did the "thank you , but no thank you" sign and turned away.
I took another swig from my beer when I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was the old guy.
"That wasn't a 'I'd like to get in your pants' shot of whisky," he said, smiling at me. "That was a 'this is clearly your first time in a gay bar and you clearly need some dutch courage' shot of whisky."
"It's that obvious?"
"It's the look of terror and the pace at which you're drinking those beers that are the first clues."
"And the other clues."
"The fact that you've barely looked up from the bar and that you've missed about 30 different guys trying to catch your eye in the less than 10 minutes you've been here."
"You're quite the Sherlock," I said.
"I'd hope so. I've been doing this since before you were born and I own this place, so I've seen enough freshmen come in here looking like rabbits in the headlights to be able to spot another."
"I'm not a freshman," I said, unconvincingly.
"No, of course not," he replied raising an eyebrow. "Let me guess: you're ID says you're 23, after all it would be unsubtle to have it say 21 or even 22, but 24 would be pushing it."
My fake ID flashed through my head: the date of birth was 23.08.1986.
"Please don't confirm that I'm right otherwise I'll be forced to deny you any service here," he said with another smile. "I'm happy to know I'm right without confirmation and that way I can continue to pretend to be fooled."
"Thanks for the shot," I said, knocking it back.
"Not a problem," he replied. "My final bit of advice is that if you want to score in any club you have to make eye contact."
With that he walked back to his stool at the bar.
I felt the warmth of the whisky in my stomach and took his advice.
He was right about the guys checking me out. I'd never had so many women trying to make eye contact with me and it was quite the confidence boost to know that I was deemed something of a catch.
One guy caught my eye, though. He was tall, maybe my height or a little taller, blond and preppy looking. An Andrew-alike, if you will. He was older though. He was probably 23 for real.
I tried desperately to catch his eye and he finally looked in my direction. He nodded and smiled when he saw me. He headed over.
"Hi," I said, trying to hid the nervous novice tone in my voice.
"Hi," he said with a hint of irony.
"I'm Ryan."
"Josh," he replied.
A few minutes of slightly awkward chat followed before he took my hand and led me to the dancefloor. To say it wasn't my type of music was an understatement, but Josh put my arm around him and placed my hand on his ass and I tried my best to not look like bambi on ice.
He lent in and kissed me so quickly that I didn't have time to think about the fact that it was guy whose tongue was in my mouth or feel weird about the feel of another guy's stubble rubbing against my chin. Instead, I felt myself harden as he rubbed his crotch against mine. I could feel his own stiffening cock rub against mine. He placed his hand on my groin.
"My, we're certainly packing an impressive weapon down there," he said, rubbing my dick.
I didn't really know what to say to that. Was I supposed to compliment him back?
He carried on kissing me and I was almost at ease, but my thoughts kept on turning to Andrew. I could try and pretend that the guy kissing me was Andrew and with my eyes only slightly open it might have worked, but he had too much stubble. Andrew barely had any on his chin.
I felt my erection die a death.
In the taxi back to the dorm room I cringed at the memory of Josh's attempts to rub me into attention again. I had pushed his hand away and then eased away from him.
"I'm sorry," I said. "I . . ."
"A virgin, right," he said.
I nodded, feeling my cheeks burn.
"Too bad," he replied. "When you're ready, I'm here most Thursdays."
With that he walked away and I headed for the door.
My first gay club experience had lasted less than an hour.
When I got back to campus I headed for a bar where I knew I'd find Matt or Simon. In fact they were both there and I killed a couple of hours with them so as not to get back to the room too early and face questions from Andrew.
He was in when I got back, reading in bed.
"Good night?"
"It served its purpose," I said, ambiguously.
It had served its purpose. I now knew for sure that I was gay and that I was in love with Andrew.
Chapter 10
I can't say that my next visits to gay clubs during the rest of the semester were any more successful. In fact, they followed exactly the same pattern: I'd start dancing with an Andrew-clone, we'd kiss and then after initial excitement I'd quickly 'deflate' and whatever was happening on the dancefloor would fizzle out.
My sexual frustration increased my jealousy of Amanda and Andrew's intimacy and the more jealous I got the ruder I was towards her.
"Can I have a word," Andrew said one day, in a tone that I immediately sensed meant that it wouldn't be a nice word.
"Sure, what's up?"
"You're being an asshole."
"What?!"
"You're fucking rude to Amanda every time you speak to her, if you even deign to acknowledge her existence."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"I'll make it easier for you to understand, then," he spat back at me. "Amanda is my friend and if you don't like her then you don't like me and I don't like you. Got it?"
"Yes," I mumbled.
"Good," he said, leaving the room and slamming the door.
I was ashamed of how I had acted and angry at how immature I'd been. It wasn't Amanda's fault that I was gay, it wasn't her fault that I loved Andrew and that he loved her.
I did what any mature guy does in such a situation and went and got wrecked at the gay club.
I had just sunk my ninth bottle of beer and fifth whisky chaser when I felt a tap on my shoulder.
"Well, if it ishn't Sherlock," I said, turning around and falling off my stool.
"Freshmen," he muttered, catching me before I wiped out.
"I think you've had enough, don't you?"
"Nope."
"Thankfully, mine is the only opinion that counts in this particular question."
I shrugged and stumbled off my stool to make yet another undignified exit.
"Not so fast, slick."
"What now?"
"I've been watching you these past couple of months.
"Really? I thought you said you didn't want to get in my pants?"
"I don't and it seems you don't want anyone to get in your pants either."
"What do you mean?"
"Every time you come here you start dancing with some tall, blond preppy looking guy, all goes well and then, from what I hear, things go 'down' and you beat a hasty retreat."
"So? What do you care?"
"Well, using my expert deduction skills I'd say that there's a tall, blond, preppy freshman out there who's broken your heart."
"Wrong."
"Really? I don't think so."
"You're wrong. He hasn't broken my heart."
"But there is a tall blond preppy kid?"
I nodded and then began to drunkenly sob.
He put his arm around my shoulder and half carried me to a room behind the bar, where I managed to tell him about Andrew - leaving out the details about his 'condition'.
"It seems to me that there's only one thing you can do," he said, after hearing the whole sorry tale.
"What's that," I said, although I could guess what he was going to say.
"Tell him."
"You sound like my younger brother."
"Well, he clearly got the brains in the family."
"If I tell him it will ruin the friendship," I said.
"If you don't, it will ruin the friendship."
"I can't lose his friendship. I'll fall apart completely then."
"Seems to me you're already falling part."
I swore to him I'd tell Andrew The Truth when I got back lying through my teeth as I did so.
I fell into a cab and then passed out on my bed.
I woke up wearing my pyjama shorts with a bucket by my bed.
"Morning train wreck."
I looked up through bleary eyes to find Andrew sitting on his bed looking at me.
"Morning," I managed to croak out, my head pounding and my mouth tasting like a dog had shat in it whilst I slept.
"What happened."
"Well, when I got back you were passed out, half on your bed, half off. When I tried to move you fully onto your bed you told me you loved me and then puked on me."
That cut through my hangover.
"I said what?!"
"I know, quite the original drunk, you are. I think you would have said the same thing to anyone. Even Amanda."
Thank God. He thinks I was just drunk. He doesn't know I meant it.
"I'm sorry."
"You got drunk and threw up. It's not a big deal."
"No, I'm sorry for the way I've been towards Amanda. You've every right to be angry. I don't know what's wrong with me."
He didn't say anything, but looked at me with a disappointed expression.
"There's something you're not telling me."
"I don't know what you mean."
"You're not a very good liar."
"There isn't anything."
"Then why do I feel like there is something between us that there wasn't for the first couple of months of last semester."
"What do you mean?"
"Don't tell me you haven't noticed."
"Noticed what."
"We're friends, but it's not like it was. There are silences and there is awkwardness."
"All I can say is that I'm turning over a new leaf. I'm going to apologise to Amanda and I'm going to be happy. I promise."
He sighed.
"I'm glad, but when you're ready to tell me what is on your mind then I am here."
There was only a few more weeks until Spring Break and I was as good as my word. I apologised to Amanda and faked a happiness I didn't feel. I spent time with Andrew and Amanda, we went to the movies, watched the College basketball team fail heroically.
The end of Semester came and a large group of us did the non-clichéd thing and went to Miami Beach.
Andrew and I were sharing a room and the plan was to dump our bags and head straight for the beach.
"Nice trunks, James Bond," I said when Andrew came out of the bathroom wearing a pair of light blue trunks exactly like the ones Daniel Craig sported in "Casino Royale."
"Actually, it's Van Buren. Andrew Van Buren," he said, strutting across the room, swivelling and blowing me away with his fingers.
I laughed.
"I can't help noticing that your fingers aren't the only impressive weapon you have," I said, nodding my head towards the large bulge protuding from is trunks.
He smiled.
He strutted over and loosened the drawstring on his trunks.
I should have been used to the rapidity of the changes and it had been two months, but still . . .
The small patch of hair had spread across his groin and met a happy trail leading down from his bell button. His balls might have grown some more, but more noticeable were the wires of hair covering his scrotum.
As for his penis, well it had grown considerably longer and even a little thicker.
"12cm long, 11.5cm in girth."
He may not have been quite as long as me yet, but he was thicker.
I waited expectantly and watched as he grew to erection.
"16.5cm long and 14.5cm thick."
"That's more than enough to satisfy any woman," I said.
"Maybe," he replied, non-comittantly.
I have to admit that a small part of me was glad that he wasn't as big as me. I was glad and more than a little turned on. Thankfully, I hadn't yet put on my own trunks and as Andrew pulled up his own I managed to arranged my erection in such a way as to hide it from Andrew.
"You coming to the beach?" he asked, tying the drawstring.
"I'll come find you guys. I fancy a shower."
"Cool. See you there."
He left and I locked our door behind him.
I headed straight for my bed and let off my sexual tension. As I rubbed myself to orgasm I imagined I was rubbing Andrew's cock and he was rubbing mine.
I can't say that my next visits to gay clubs during the rest of the semester were any more successful. In fact, they followed exactly the same pattern: I'd start dancing with an Andrew-clone, we'd kiss and then after initial excitement I'd quickly 'deflate' and whatever was happening on the dancefloor would fizzle out.
My sexual frustration increased my jealousy of Amanda and Andrew's intimacy and the more jealous I got the ruder I was towards her.
"Can I have a word," Andrew said one day, in a tone that I immediately sensed meant that it wouldn't be a nice word.
"Sure, what's up?"
"You're being an asshole."
"What?!"
"You're fucking rude to Amanda every time you speak to her, if you even deign to acknowledge her existence."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"I'll make it easier for you to understand, then," he spat back at me. "Amanda is my friend and if you don't like her then you don't like me and I don't like you. Got it?"
"Yes," I mumbled.
"Good," he said, leaving the room and slamming the door.
I was ashamed of how I had acted and angry at how immature I'd been. It wasn't Amanda's fault that I was gay, it wasn't her fault that I loved Andrew and that he loved her.
I did what any mature guy does in such a situation and went and got wrecked at the gay club.
I had just sunk my ninth bottle of beer and fifth whisky chaser when I felt a tap on my shoulder.
"Well, if it ishn't Sherlock," I said, turning around and falling off my stool.
"Freshmen," he muttered, catching me before I wiped out.
"I think you've had enough, don't you?"
"Nope."
"Thankfully, mine is the only opinion that counts in this particular question."
I shrugged and stumbled off my stool to make yet another undignified exit.
"Not so fast, slick."
"What now?"
"I've been watching you these past couple of months.
"Really? I thought you said you didn't want to get in my pants?"
"I don't and it seems you don't want anyone to get in your pants either."
"What do you mean?"
"Every time you come here you start dancing with some tall, blond preppy looking guy, all goes well and then, from what I hear, things go 'down' and you beat a hasty retreat."
"So? What do you care?"
"Well, using my expert deduction skills I'd say that there's a tall, blond, preppy freshman out there who's broken your heart."
"Wrong."
"Really? I don't think so."
"You're wrong. He hasn't broken my heart."
"But there is a tall blond preppy kid?"
I nodded and then began to drunkenly sob.
He put his arm around my shoulder and half carried me to a room behind the bar, where I managed to tell him about Andrew - leaving out the details about his 'condition'.
"It seems to me that there's only one thing you can do," he said, after hearing the whole sorry tale.
"What's that," I said, although I could guess what he was going to say.
"Tell him."
"You sound like my younger brother."
"Well, he clearly got the brains in the family."
"If I tell him it will ruin the friendship," I said.
"If you don't, it will ruin the friendship."
"I can't lose his friendship. I'll fall apart completely then."
"Seems to me you're already falling part."
I swore to him I'd tell Andrew The Truth when I got back lying through my teeth as I did so.
I fell into a cab and then passed out on my bed.
I woke up wearing my pyjama shorts with a bucket by my bed.
"Morning train wreck."
I looked up through bleary eyes to find Andrew sitting on his bed looking at me.
"Morning," I managed to croak out, my head pounding and my mouth tasting like a dog had shat in it whilst I slept.
"What happened."
"Well, when I got back you were passed out, half on your bed, half off. When I tried to move you fully onto your bed you told me you loved me and then puked on me."
That cut through my hangover.
"I said what?!"
"I know, quite the original drunk, you are. I think you would have said the same thing to anyone. Even Amanda."
Thank God. He thinks I was just drunk. He doesn't know I meant it.
"I'm sorry."
"You got drunk and threw up. It's not a big deal."
"No, I'm sorry for the way I've been towards Amanda. You've every right to be angry. I don't know what's wrong with me."
He didn't say anything, but looked at me with a disappointed expression.
"There's something you're not telling me."
"I don't know what you mean."
"You're not a very good liar."
"There isn't anything."
"Then why do I feel like there is something between us that there wasn't for the first couple of months of last semester."
"What do you mean?"
"Don't tell me you haven't noticed."
"Noticed what."
"We're friends, but it's not like it was. There are silences and there is awkwardness."
"All I can say is that I'm turning over a new leaf. I'm going to apologise to Amanda and I'm going to be happy. I promise."
He sighed.
"I'm glad, but when you're ready to tell me what is on your mind then I am here."
There was only a few more weeks until Spring Break and I was as good as my word. I apologised to Amanda and faked a happiness I didn't feel. I spent time with Andrew and Amanda, we went to the movies, watched the College basketball team fail heroically.
The end of Semester came and a large group of us did the non-clichéd thing and went to Miami Beach.
Andrew and I were sharing a room and the plan was to dump our bags and head straight for the beach.
"Nice trunks, James Bond," I said when Andrew came out of the bathroom wearing a pair of light blue trunks exactly like the ones Daniel Craig sported in "Casino Royale."
"Actually, it's Van Buren. Andrew Van Buren," he said, strutting across the room, swivelling and blowing me away with his fingers.
I laughed.
"I can't help noticing that your fingers aren't the only impressive weapon you have," I said, nodding my head towards the large bulge protuding from is trunks.
He smiled.
He strutted over and loosened the drawstring on his trunks.
I should have been used to the rapidity of the changes and it had been two months, but still . . .
The small patch of hair had spread across his groin and met a happy trail leading down from his bell button. His balls might have grown some more, but more noticeable were the wires of hair covering his scrotum.
As for his penis, well it had grown considerably longer and even a little thicker.
"12cm long, 11.5cm in girth."
He may not have been quite as long as me yet, but he was thicker.
I waited expectantly and watched as he grew to erection.
"16.5cm long and 14.5cm thick."
"That's more than enough to satisfy any woman," I said.
"Maybe," he replied, non-comittantly.
I have to admit that a small part of me was glad that he wasn't as big as me. I was glad and more than a little turned on. Thankfully, I hadn't yet put on my own trunks and as Andrew pulled up his own I managed to arranged my erection in such a way as to hide it from Andrew.
"You coming to the beach?" he asked, tying the drawstring.
"I'll come find you guys. I fancy a shower."
"Cool. See you there."
He left and I locked our door behind him.
I headed straight for my bed and let off my sexual tension. As I rubbed myself to orgasm I imagined I was rubbing Andrew's cock and he was rubbing mine.
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Chapter 11
Spring Break was a blast, although I spent most of the time trying my best not to get hard with Andrew walking about in his small trunks.
Although there was no doubt that he was more confident now that his genitals had caught up with the rest of him, he was still the same person. Kind of shy in a big crowd, especially if there were people he didn't know, but smart and fun in a small group of mates. I loved him even more for the fact that his new 'crown jewels' hadn't made him, well, cocky (if you'll excuse the pun).
As ever, if not even more than ever, girls swarmed around him and if he was better at rebuffing their advances he still did so. I figured he was simply being a good boyfriend. Amanda had gone home for the break and so wasn't there. He had about a hundred different chances to cheat, but didn't even seem like he was tempted.
His loyalty was yet another quality I loved about him.
We headed back for the start of the last part of our Freshman Year and were soon bogged down in preparation for exams and deadlines for essays.
About a month into the semester, Casper came to stay for a weekend. This was, ostensibly, to check out the school and see whether he wanted to join me in just over a year's time. However, I knew that there were other reasons: he was desperate to meet Andrew (or the 'Gay Maker' as he called him) and also to try and bully me into telling Andrew The Truth.
He was sleeping on our floor on a blow up mattress, which Andrew insisted on blowing up himself the morning of Andrew's arrival. In fact, Andrew buzzed around the room all morning, tidying up and even bought a whole load of food and beers for our fridge, which had never been so full.
"You really didn't have to do that," I said. "It's just my little bro, not the Queen of England that's coming to stay."
"It's a member of your family," he replied. "I don't want him to report back that we live like slobs and that we don't eat properly. What would your Mum think?"
"She'll think it very odd when he reports back that I eat 'Arugula'," I replied, picking out one of the more random of Andrew's purchases.
"Shut up," he smiled, punching me on the arm.
I picked up Casper from the bus station and we drove back to the dorm room.
"So, when do I get to meet the Gay Maker?" he asked.
"Could you please stop calling him that?" I asked. "I just know you're going to accidentally slip out with it in his ear shot."
"If you don't tell him everything soon, it won't be accidental."
"I swear to God, Casper, if you tell him anything or even hint at anything I will never forgive you."
"Alright, alright," he responded.
He gave a heavy sigh and shook his head in exasperation. "It's just that I don't like to see you miserable."
"I'll be even more miserable if I lose him as a friend."
"If he's this perfect guy you've been telling me about, he won't cut you off just because you're gay and you fancy him. Besides, anybody'd be flattered to have you confess you have a crush on them. Despite having been straight for the first 18 years of your life, you're actually not bad looking."
"Gee, thanks bro for that ringing endorsement."
"Fine, you're actually pretty hot, but I'll deny it if you tell anyone I said that."
I punched him on the arm and smiled to myself. "Buttmunch."
"Fuckwit."
"Queen."
"Gayboy."
We arrived at the dorm room and I carried Casper's bag to our room.
"Geez, I thought you were only staying two nights. Did you really have to pack so much?!"
"I guarantee that I will use everything in there," he replied, tartly.
"Let me guess, half of the bag is made up of creams and shit. How many times have I got to tell you: no amount of cream is going to reduce the size of that gigantic nose or give you a proper chin."
"Fuck off," he laughed. "You're just jealous that you didn't inherit the 'Roman nose'."
"Yeah, right. I'm jealous that I can't moonlight as a sun dial by lying face up on the ground."
This time he punched me as we arrived at the bedroom door.
"Well here we go. Can you please behave?"
"I'll be a credit to you," he said. "Scout's honour."
"You were a terrible Scout."
Spring Break was a blast, although I spent most of the time trying my best not to get hard with Andrew walking about in his small trunks.
Although there was no doubt that he was more confident now that his genitals had caught up with the rest of him, he was still the same person. Kind of shy in a big crowd, especially if there were people he didn't know, but smart and fun in a small group of mates. I loved him even more for the fact that his new 'crown jewels' hadn't made him, well, cocky (if you'll excuse the pun).
As ever, if not even more than ever, girls swarmed around him and if he was better at rebuffing their advances he still did so. I figured he was simply being a good boyfriend. Amanda had gone home for the break and so wasn't there. He had about a hundred different chances to cheat, but didn't even seem like he was tempted.
His loyalty was yet another quality I loved about him.
We headed back for the start of the last part of our Freshman Year and were soon bogged down in preparation for exams and deadlines for essays.
About a month into the semester, Casper came to stay for a weekend. This was, ostensibly, to check out the school and see whether he wanted to join me in just over a year's time. However, I knew that there were other reasons: he was desperate to meet Andrew (or the 'Gay Maker' as he called him) and also to try and bully me into telling Andrew The Truth.
He was sleeping on our floor on a blow up mattress, which Andrew insisted on blowing up himself the morning of Andrew's arrival. In fact, Andrew buzzed around the room all morning, tidying up and even bought a whole load of food and beers for our fridge, which had never been so full.
"You really didn't have to do that," I said. "It's just my little bro, not the Queen of England that's coming to stay."
"It's a member of your family," he replied. "I don't want him to report back that we live like slobs and that we don't eat properly. What would your Mum think?"
"She'll think it very odd when he reports back that I eat 'Arugula'," I replied, picking out one of the more random of Andrew's purchases.
"Shut up," he smiled, punching me on the arm.
I picked up Casper from the bus station and we drove back to the dorm room.
"So, when do I get to meet the Gay Maker?" he asked.
"Could you please stop calling him that?" I asked. "I just know you're going to accidentally slip out with it in his ear shot."
"If you don't tell him everything soon, it won't be accidental."
"I swear to God, Casper, if you tell him anything or even hint at anything I will never forgive you."
"Alright, alright," he responded.
He gave a heavy sigh and shook his head in exasperation. "It's just that I don't like to see you miserable."
"I'll be even more miserable if I lose him as a friend."
"If he's this perfect guy you've been telling me about, he won't cut you off just because you're gay and you fancy him. Besides, anybody'd be flattered to have you confess you have a crush on them. Despite having been straight for the first 18 years of your life, you're actually not bad looking."
"Gee, thanks bro for that ringing endorsement."
"Fine, you're actually pretty hot, but I'll deny it if you tell anyone I said that."
I punched him on the arm and smiled to myself. "Buttmunch."
"Fuckwit."
"Queen."
"Gayboy."
We arrived at the dorm room and I carried Casper's bag to our room.
"Geez, I thought you were only staying two nights. Did you really have to pack so much?!"
"I guarantee that I will use everything in there," he replied, tartly.
"Let me guess, half of the bag is made up of creams and shit. How many times have I got to tell you: no amount of cream is going to reduce the size of that gigantic nose or give you a proper chin."
"Fuck off," he laughed. "You're just jealous that you didn't inherit the 'Roman nose'."
"Yeah, right. I'm jealous that I can't moonlight as a sun dial by lying face up on the ground."
This time he punched me as we arrived at the bedroom door.
"Well here we go. Can you please behave?"
"I'll be a credit to you," he said. "Scout's honour."
"You were a terrible Scout."
Chapter 12
Andrew was waiting for us when we arrived and shook hands with Casper.
"It's nice to finally meet you," he said. "Ryan talks a lot about his brothers."
"He does?" Casper said. "He never shuts up about you either."
I laughed nervously and shot Casper a venomous look.
Andrew offered Casper a Coke and when he'd turned around and bent down to get it from the fridge, Casper gave me two thumbs up, a saucy wink and then held up both palms and flashed the "10" signal.
I smiled despite myself, glad that Casper approved.
As Andrew was closing the fridge door Casper caught sight of something in the fridge.
"Since when do you eat Arugula?!"
"It's a good source of iron," I replied, giving Andrew a wink.
"Mum will never believe me," Casper muttered to himself.
We spent the rest of the evening chatting in our room and ordered in pizza, despite Andrew's protests about the food he'd bought.
"I feel a little like I'm corrupting your younger brother," Andrew said as he handed round another round of Buds.
"Please," I replied. "He managed that all by himself years ago.
Casper aimed a punch at my arm and missed.
"Got to be quicker than that, little bro."
"I reckon I could do a better job of corrupting you guys than the other way around."
"Oh yeah," Andrew said, a hint of challenge in his voice.
"You guys ever been to a gay bar?"
Andrew coloured slightly and I glared at Ryan. He met my look and innocently mouthed 'What?'
"I heard there's a good one a few towns away and I thought I might head there tomorrow night," he continued, looking at me steadily.
"Casper," I said. "You know Mom and Dad don't want you to go to any of those places until you're legally old enough. They seem to think you might be taken advantage of. Oh little do they know."
"What Mom and Dad don't know won't hurt them."
"They would kill me if they knew I'd taken you to a gay club."
"For your information, I've been to quite a few gay bars back home."
"Oh really? And I assume Mom and Dad gave their blessing."
"They might have thought I was at a sleepover at Chase's or Harrison's."
"Casper, I want you to promise we you won't go to one of those places again. You're only just 17 and gay clubs are filled with older men just looking to get some young flesh."
"And how would you know?" Casper asked.
I flushed. "I've heard."
"For your information, I always go with Chase or Harrison."
"I didn't know they were gay."
"They're not. They just come to keep me company. Harrison makes you two look like weedy dweebs and has fended off quite a few overeager clubgoers."
"I'll tell Mom and Dad," I said, weakly.
"Fine. Then I'll tell them certain stuff you'd rather I didn't."
We were both glaring at each other and Andrew looked on in amusement.
"Don't be such a spoil sport, Ryan," he said. "Are you telling me you didn't sneak off to clubs when you were his age?"
"That's different."
"Because you're straight?"
"It's just different."
"Well, I reckon Casper is going to go whether we go with him or not, isn't that right?" he said, looking at Casper.
"Of course," he replied.
"And I am sure you would much prefer it if he had us there to make sure he doesn't get into any trouble. Am I right?"
I was trapped. I could hardly say that I would let Casper go alone, but I was terrified that I would be recognised in the club and Andrew would discover I'd been there before.
Unfortunately, I didn't have a choice.
"You're right," I sighed.
Casper gave Andrew a high five. "Alright! We're going to have a blast."
I wasn't so sure.
Andrew went to the bathroom and I grabbed Casper by his neck the moment the bathroom door was closed.
"I'm going to fucking kill you," I hissed into his ear. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!"
Casper struggled to get out of my grip. "Gedoff me, Ryan."
He was still three or four inches shorter than me and skinny rather than muscular.
"I asked you not to interfere and the first thing you do is engineer a situation whereby I'm going to have to go to a gay club where I might be recognised. If that happens and Andrew realises the truth I will never speak to you again. Got it?"
He nodded mutely and I let go.
He was still rubbing the back of his neck when Andrew came back into the room.
The next day Casper spent looking around the campus and avoiding my anger, only returning to the room in time to shower and change before we headed out. We were going to a burger bar first before hitting a bar and then ending the night at the club. To my horror Matt and Simon were joining us as well.
Andrew, Matt and Simon chatted with Casper most of the evening, whilst I tried to quell the rising panic in my stomach.
"You're silent tonight, Ry," Matt said as we were finishing our desserts.
"Nervous about being hit on by a man?" Simon asked, wiggling his eyebrows.
"Just because you'll be in your element," I retorted."Have you actually kissed a girl since the beginning of the year, because every time I've seen a girl approach you, all you've managed to do is turn red and stutter."
"Somebody got out the wrong side of bed this morning," Simon remarked. "Besides, whilst you may have got some tail at the beginning of the year I don't recall seeing you with anyone for months."
"Guys, would you stop the dick measuring contest?" Matt said. "I think we can all agree we're useless with women. Except Andrew, of course, " he continued, turning to Andrew. "Have you managed to 'seal the deal' with her yet?"
"I keep telling you, we're just friends."
Matt shook his head. "I don't get it. You could easily have any woman you want and yet you spend your time with a girl who you aren't even screwing. What's up with that?"
Casper watched this turn of the conversation with evident interest.
"If you're all so useless with women, I am sure I can find some men for you," he said.
Matt and Simon laughed. "No thanks," Matt said.
We paid the check and got in a cab to the club.
Andrew was waiting for us when we arrived and shook hands with Casper.
"It's nice to finally meet you," he said. "Ryan talks a lot about his brothers."
"He does?" Casper said. "He never shuts up about you either."
I laughed nervously and shot Casper a venomous look.
Andrew offered Casper a Coke and when he'd turned around and bent down to get it from the fridge, Casper gave me two thumbs up, a saucy wink and then held up both palms and flashed the "10" signal.
I smiled despite myself, glad that Casper approved.
As Andrew was closing the fridge door Casper caught sight of something in the fridge.
"Since when do you eat Arugula?!"
"It's a good source of iron," I replied, giving Andrew a wink.
"Mum will never believe me," Casper muttered to himself.
We spent the rest of the evening chatting in our room and ordered in pizza, despite Andrew's protests about the food he'd bought.
"I feel a little like I'm corrupting your younger brother," Andrew said as he handed round another round of Buds.
"Please," I replied. "He managed that all by himself years ago.
Casper aimed a punch at my arm and missed.
"Got to be quicker than that, little bro."
"I reckon I could do a better job of corrupting you guys than the other way around."
"Oh yeah," Andrew said, a hint of challenge in his voice.
"You guys ever been to a gay bar?"
Andrew coloured slightly and I glared at Ryan. He met my look and innocently mouthed 'What?'
"I heard there's a good one a few towns away and I thought I might head there tomorrow night," he continued, looking at me steadily.
"Casper," I said. "You know Mom and Dad don't want you to go to any of those places until you're legally old enough. They seem to think you might be taken advantage of. Oh little do they know."
"What Mom and Dad don't know won't hurt them."
"They would kill me if they knew I'd taken you to a gay club."
"For your information, I've been to quite a few gay bars back home."
"Oh really? And I assume Mom and Dad gave their blessing."
"They might have thought I was at a sleepover at Chase's or Harrison's."
"Casper, I want you to promise we you won't go to one of those places again. You're only just 17 and gay clubs are filled with older men just looking to get some young flesh."
"And how would you know?" Casper asked.
I flushed. "I've heard."
"For your information, I always go with Chase or Harrison."
"I didn't know they were gay."
"They're not. They just come to keep me company. Harrison makes you two look like weedy dweebs and has fended off quite a few overeager clubgoers."
"I'll tell Mom and Dad," I said, weakly.
"Fine. Then I'll tell them certain stuff you'd rather I didn't."
We were both glaring at each other and Andrew looked on in amusement.
"Don't be such a spoil sport, Ryan," he said. "Are you telling me you didn't sneak off to clubs when you were his age?"
"That's different."
"Because you're straight?"
"It's just different."
"Well, I reckon Casper is going to go whether we go with him or not, isn't that right?" he said, looking at Casper.
"Of course," he replied.
"And I am sure you would much prefer it if he had us there to make sure he doesn't get into any trouble. Am I right?"
I was trapped. I could hardly say that I would let Casper go alone, but I was terrified that I would be recognised in the club and Andrew would discover I'd been there before.
Unfortunately, I didn't have a choice.
"You're right," I sighed.
Casper gave Andrew a high five. "Alright! We're going to have a blast."
I wasn't so sure.
Andrew went to the bathroom and I grabbed Casper by his neck the moment the bathroom door was closed.
"I'm going to fucking kill you," I hissed into his ear. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!"
Casper struggled to get out of my grip. "Gedoff me, Ryan."
He was still three or four inches shorter than me and skinny rather than muscular.
"I asked you not to interfere and the first thing you do is engineer a situation whereby I'm going to have to go to a gay club where I might be recognised. If that happens and Andrew realises the truth I will never speak to you again. Got it?"
He nodded mutely and I let go.
He was still rubbing the back of his neck when Andrew came back into the room.
The next day Casper spent looking around the campus and avoiding my anger, only returning to the room in time to shower and change before we headed out. We were going to a burger bar first before hitting a bar and then ending the night at the club. To my horror Matt and Simon were joining us as well.
Andrew, Matt and Simon chatted with Casper most of the evening, whilst I tried to quell the rising panic in my stomach.
"You're silent tonight, Ry," Matt said as we were finishing our desserts.
"Nervous about being hit on by a man?" Simon asked, wiggling his eyebrows.
"Just because you'll be in your element," I retorted."Have you actually kissed a girl since the beginning of the year, because every time I've seen a girl approach you, all you've managed to do is turn red and stutter."
"Somebody got out the wrong side of bed this morning," Simon remarked. "Besides, whilst you may have got some tail at the beginning of the year I don't recall seeing you with anyone for months."
"Guys, would you stop the dick measuring contest?" Matt said. "I think we can all agree we're useless with women. Except Andrew, of course, " he continued, turning to Andrew. "Have you managed to 'seal the deal' with her yet?"
"I keep telling you, we're just friends."
Matt shook his head. "I don't get it. You could easily have any woman you want and yet you spend your time with a girl who you aren't even screwing. What's up with that?"
Casper watched this turn of the conversation with evident interest.
"If you're all so useless with women, I am sure I can find some men for you," he said.
Matt and Simon laughed. "No thanks," Matt said.
We paid the check and got in a cab to the club.
Chapter 13
We walked into the club and I immediately saw the owner sitting on his usual stool.
I inwardly begged him not to look up or acknowledge me and, thankfully, he didn't.
The club was quite full and although Casper's fake ID had worked at the door we decided it wasn't worth the risk at the bar. He looked even less 21 than we did.
I decided to get the first round and went and stood by the owner.
"Hi," I said.
"Hello stranger."
"Um . . . I don't want you to think I am being rude, but please don't let on that you've seen me here before."
"Ok. May I ask why?"
"You know the tall, blond, preppy kid?"
He nodded.
"Well, he's sitting over there with a couple of my other friends."
"You told him?"
"No. I haven't. We're here because my gay brother is in town for the weekend and he wanted to check out the club. He knows everything and is trying to pressure me into telling Andrew the truth."
"Clever kid." He looked over at my brother. "Remind me to get new doorstaff. There is no way in hell your brother's ID can be good enough to persuade them that he is a day over 17."
I smiled. "Sorry about that."
"Not your fault. Don't worry, slick, your secret is safe from me. And I'll tell the bar staff to pretend they don't know you."
"Thanks."
"No problem. I'll give you one thing. You've got good taste. Your Andrew is quite the catch."
"The problem is, he's not tempted by my bait."
I took the drinks over.
"Who was that guy you were chatting too?" asked Casper.
"You've been hit on already?" cracked Simon.
"No. He's just the owner of this place. He took one look at you and knew you weren't a day over 17. I managed to persuade him to let you stay, on the condition that you drink Coke all night."
"That sucks."
"You'd prefer to leave?"
"No."
"Then lump it."
We drank the drinks and chatted about nothing in particular. Casper's attention was diverted by almost every guy under 30, but most of them only had eyes for Andrew.
"It seems you're as big a hit with guys as you are with the gals," remarked Matt.
Andrew's cheeks went red.
The smile on my face froze as I saw one of the Andrew-alikes walking in our direction.
He made eye contact and nodded and smiled in recognition.
"Ryan's scored as well!" exclaimed Simon. "What's wrong with Matt and I?"
"I thought you weren't interested in men," remarke Casper.
"I'm not, but it would be flattering to have a hot bloke hit on me."
Matt and Casper laughed. My heart was still beating from the near miss, but I managed to feign amusement.
"Maybe if you tell them you're named after an 80s singer they'll be impressed."
Casper looked enquiringly at Simon.
"Thanks for that Ryan," he said. "My mom was a massive Duran Duran fan," he explained, which provoked derisive hoots from Casper.
"You're named after Simon Le Bon?!"
Simon nodded.
Thankfully, I'd made Casper agree to a curfew and we were only in the club for a couple of hours. I spotted a couple more Andrew clones, but the club was busy and none of them clocked me.
We left the club and were walking towards the main road to find a cab.
"Hey faggots!" an obnoxious voice called from behind us.
There were three of them. Locals and drunk. All had the piggy eyed look of ignorant bigots and all looked as though they were spoiling for a fight.
"Fuck," I muttered.
I looked round at the others. Casper's cockiness had disappeared and he looked every one of his 17 years. Andrew, Matt and Simon all looked worried.
"I'm talking to you, faggots," one of the three bellowed. He was huge.
"Andrew, get Casper out of here."
"W. . . What?!"
"Please," I said, looking at him beseechingly. "Please just get him out of here."
Andrew nodded.
"Casper, run."
"I'm not leaving you."
"Casper, this isn't your fight. It's mine. Just fucking run."
Andrew grabbed him and dragged him away.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Simon said under his breath.
"I haven't been in a fight since I was in 7th grade and Bobby Walker said my sister was hot," said Matt.
It was pretty pathetic, truth be told. We may have been younger and considerably less drunk, but all three of these guys were built like slightly over the hill wrestlers.
I actually saw the first punch coming and the thought that I ought to avoid it even flashed across my mind. And then it hit me square in the jaw and I saw stars like Tom the cat when Jerry hits him with a frying pan.
I didn't black out, which meant I felt the kicks to my body. I'm told that I was about to get a kick to my face when Andrew and Casper returned with the doorstaff from the club and the men were dragged of us.
A broken nose, two broken ribs and a very bruised ego were the sum total of my injuries. Matt and Simon had bruises, a couple of black eyes and a broken finger - Matt had actually managed to punch his assailant - between them.
I was kept in over night, in case of concussion. Casper was apologising over and over again through his tears by my bed.
"Casper, this isn't your fault."
"If I hadn't forced you to go to the club. . ."
"You didn't make those thugs ignorant. You didn't make them homophobic. You definitely didn't make them turn their pathetic bigotry to violence."
Casper nodded silently.
"Now let me get some sleep and I'll see you in the morning."
"I'll be down in a second, Casper," said Andrew. "I just want to have a word with your brother.
Casper left me and Andrew alone.
The pain medication had kicked in I suddenly felt very tired.
"What did you mean back there?" Andrew asked.
"When?"
"You said it was your fight."
"I just didn't want Casper there."
"It seemed like something else."
"They were shouting that stuff at me."
"They said 'faggots' not 'faggot'."
I was tired. Tired from the beating I had taken, but most of all I was tired of hiding the truth of who I was from the person who meant the most to me in the world.
"I'm gay," I said, as sleep overtook me.
We walked into the club and I immediately saw the owner sitting on his usual stool.
I inwardly begged him not to look up or acknowledge me and, thankfully, he didn't.
The club was quite full and although Casper's fake ID had worked at the door we decided it wasn't worth the risk at the bar. He looked even less 21 than we did.
I decided to get the first round and went and stood by the owner.
"Hi," I said.
"Hello stranger."
"Um . . . I don't want you to think I am being rude, but please don't let on that you've seen me here before."
"Ok. May I ask why?"
"You know the tall, blond, preppy kid?"
He nodded.
"Well, he's sitting over there with a couple of my other friends."
"You told him?"
"No. I haven't. We're here because my gay brother is in town for the weekend and he wanted to check out the club. He knows everything and is trying to pressure me into telling Andrew the truth."
"Clever kid." He looked over at my brother. "Remind me to get new doorstaff. There is no way in hell your brother's ID can be good enough to persuade them that he is a day over 17."
I smiled. "Sorry about that."
"Not your fault. Don't worry, slick, your secret is safe from me. And I'll tell the bar staff to pretend they don't know you."
"Thanks."
"No problem. I'll give you one thing. You've got good taste. Your Andrew is quite the catch."
"The problem is, he's not tempted by my bait."
I took the drinks over.
"Who was that guy you were chatting too?" asked Casper.
"You've been hit on already?" cracked Simon.
"No. He's just the owner of this place. He took one look at you and knew you weren't a day over 17. I managed to persuade him to let you stay, on the condition that you drink Coke all night."
"That sucks."
"You'd prefer to leave?"
"No."
"Then lump it."
We drank the drinks and chatted about nothing in particular. Casper's attention was diverted by almost every guy under 30, but most of them only had eyes for Andrew.
"It seems you're as big a hit with guys as you are with the gals," remarked Matt.
Andrew's cheeks went red.
The smile on my face froze as I saw one of the Andrew-alikes walking in our direction.
He made eye contact and nodded and smiled in recognition.
"Ryan's scored as well!" exclaimed Simon. "What's wrong with Matt and I?"
"I thought you weren't interested in men," remarke Casper.
"I'm not, but it would be flattering to have a hot bloke hit on me."
Matt and Casper laughed. My heart was still beating from the near miss, but I managed to feign amusement.
"Maybe if you tell them you're named after an 80s singer they'll be impressed."
Casper looked enquiringly at Simon.
"Thanks for that Ryan," he said. "My mom was a massive Duran Duran fan," he explained, which provoked derisive hoots from Casper.
"You're named after Simon Le Bon?!"
Simon nodded.
Thankfully, I'd made Casper agree to a curfew and we were only in the club for a couple of hours. I spotted a couple more Andrew clones, but the club was busy and none of them clocked me.
We left the club and were walking towards the main road to find a cab.
"Hey faggots!" an obnoxious voice called from behind us.
There were three of them. Locals and drunk. All had the piggy eyed look of ignorant bigots and all looked as though they were spoiling for a fight.
"Fuck," I muttered.
I looked round at the others. Casper's cockiness had disappeared and he looked every one of his 17 years. Andrew, Matt and Simon all looked worried.
"I'm talking to you, faggots," one of the three bellowed. He was huge.
"Andrew, get Casper out of here."
"W. . . What?!"
"Please," I said, looking at him beseechingly. "Please just get him out of here."
Andrew nodded.
"Casper, run."
"I'm not leaving you."
"Casper, this isn't your fight. It's mine. Just fucking run."
Andrew grabbed him and dragged him away.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Simon said under his breath.
"I haven't been in a fight since I was in 7th grade and Bobby Walker said my sister was hot," said Matt.
It was pretty pathetic, truth be told. We may have been younger and considerably less drunk, but all three of these guys were built like slightly over the hill wrestlers.
I actually saw the first punch coming and the thought that I ought to avoid it even flashed across my mind. And then it hit me square in the jaw and I saw stars like Tom the cat when Jerry hits him with a frying pan.
I didn't black out, which meant I felt the kicks to my body. I'm told that I was about to get a kick to my face when Andrew and Casper returned with the doorstaff from the club and the men were dragged of us.
A broken nose, two broken ribs and a very bruised ego were the sum total of my injuries. Matt and Simon had bruises, a couple of black eyes and a broken finger - Matt had actually managed to punch his assailant - between them.
I was kept in over night, in case of concussion. Casper was apologising over and over again through his tears by my bed.
"Casper, this isn't your fault."
"If I hadn't forced you to go to the club. . ."
"You didn't make those thugs ignorant. You didn't make them homophobic. You definitely didn't make them turn their pathetic bigotry to violence."
Casper nodded silently.
"Now let me get some sleep and I'll see you in the morning."
"I'll be down in a second, Casper," said Andrew. "I just want to have a word with your brother.
Casper left me and Andrew alone.
The pain medication had kicked in I suddenly felt very tired.
"What did you mean back there?" Andrew asked.
"When?"
"You said it was your fight."
"I just didn't want Casper there."
"It seemed like something else."
"They were shouting that stuff at me."
"They said 'faggots' not 'faggot'."
I was tired. Tired from the beating I had taken, but most of all I was tired of hiding the truth of who I was from the person who meant the most to me in the world.
"I'm gay," I said, as sleep overtook me.
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