OUT - A Gay Story (BoyXBoy)

Tuesday - Part 6

The moon is beginning to appear while the crickets are beginning to call. The time is 6:36 and I am still being held hostage in my own home. Logan, standing before me and blocking the passage way to the front door with his arms crossed, is giving me a cheap look I have never seen him give before. 

"Who are you seeing?" He asks me while his right eyebrow shifts upward.

I knew that would be the first thing he'd say to me. "You haven't met them."

"Well, tell me and I'll see if I have or not." He demands. 

I take a quick couple of seconds to think this through. Who would be willing to be my fake girlfriend once I say her name? I think I know who. "Her name is Phoebe." Phew. "She doesn't live in New York, unfortunately." 

"How do you know her?" He questions me. 

"I met her on an online dating site." I lie.

"And how long has this relationship been going on?" He raises his voice, but I am not intimidated. 

"For about three weeks." The lies just keep piling up like dirt being dug out from the ground. 

"So let me get this straight--you met this girl online from another state and you have been in a relationship for almost a month all without me knowing?" 

"Pretty much." I say, vaguely. 

"Holy shit, dude! I didn't know you had it in you! I mean I wish you would've told me but who the hell cares?! My boy is a player!" He wraps his arms around my waist and sweeps me off my feet and jumps up and down cheerfully. This is the first time I've actually been up close to Logan's warm body. I can feel the heat retracting from his self to mine.  It's not exactly the heat that is making this moment hot, but as typical as it can be, I'm getting hard being up against him. I wouldn't know how to explain myself if he felt my hard-on so I quickly tell him to put me down and proceed out the door. 

We arrive back at Logan's house to see his mother cooking dinner and his father setting the table for four. Logan and I head to his room to play video games until dinner is served.

"Boys!" Logan's mother yells, "Time for dinner!" We pause the game then exit his room and enter the dining room and seat ourselves to a delicious dish of homemade tomato pasta with green beans and mashed potatoes right before us. As the four of us are chowing down our delectable dinner, Logan's mother asks, "So, Walt..." I wipe my mouth clean with a napkin before I face her. "...What college are you looking into for when you leave high school?" 

I study some colleges in my head that I can recall reading loads of exceptional information about. "I would perhaps really enjoy going to The Performing Arts School of New York and get a degree in vocals." 

"Oh, is a musical artist what you have always wanted to become?" 

"Yes, very much so." I say, politely. I resume consuming my free delightful dinner. 

"Mom." Logan says suddenly. "Walt has a girlfriend, ya know." I choke on my pasta noodle.

"Really now, huh? Walt, you are a good man. Whoever it is, treat her well because she deserves it." I take a sip of water to down the pasta lodged in my throat and continue eating. All this talk about me having a girlfriend is making me sick to my stomach. I'm gay, but none of these people know. Not even my best friend. I don't know how his parents will react but I know for sure how he will. 

It is close to 8 o'clock and we have just ended dinner. "Dinner was splendid, Mrs. Wolf." 

"My pleasure, sweetheart. You're always welcome to any food we have in the kitchen, Walt." She responded.

I place my empty dish in the sink and head up to Logan's room and open the door. I find him distracted by the video game we had paused before dinner.  "So you haven't met your girlfriend, have you?" Logan asks. It sounds bizarre hearing that I've never met my girlfriend. 

"Not yet." I said but I hastily remembered that I have and maybe, if she's still in town, I can call her just in case Logan would want to meet her. "Actually...I have." Hopefully she'll answer her phone or messages, but most likely she will not after what happened yesterday night. 

"You have?" He yells in astonishment. "Is she hot? Have you two fu-" I cut him off. 

"No, we haven't. And we've only met once and she definitely is beautiful." I say with a smile. Phoebe is my best friend and despite if she hates me or not after the way I treated her, I hope she can forgive me. She truly is beautiful and it's remarkable how she hasn't really been in many relationships, but luckily for her, a new one is beginning to develop. 

"Man, I could totally give you a huge hug again but that would be so gay." What the hell do two bros giving each other a hug have to do with being gay? He seriously pisses me off sometimes. "But I'm happy for you and I want to meet her and see how hot she is." 

I knew it. Dammit. I just had a gut feeling he'd want to meet her. I guess I should go give her a call in the morning.