The following is a completely fictionalized version of some true events that have taken place in my teenage life. Most of the names and locations have been changed to protect the innocent, but I've attempted to stay as loyal to the story as possible. If any of the content offends you, or you are under the age of 18, you know where the back button is. However, I don't understand what you'd be doing on a gay website anyway. I also reserve all of the rights to this story and all of the stories that may follow it. Thanks for reading, and enjoy!
I have written the following in the form of a screenplay for a television show. I'd love to get some feedback from those of you who enjoy reading this story as much as I have writing it. (rockin_rob888@yahoo.com)
Chapter 1 Pilot
Setting: A sunny, golden sanded beach twin palm trees off to the side. The clear blue water is lapping up on the shore. A light breeze whistles through the palms.
Rob (O.S.): "Summer... the best season to be alive. Exotic vacations to far off places, reunions with relatives you haven't seen since who knows when, backyard barbeques with glorious, patriotic firework displays, and the best of all, no school. Summer is definitely the best season of the four..."
(Camera pulls out from the beach to reveal the image on a television, a phone number for a free travel brochure blinking on the bottom of the screen. Pan right, focusing on a handsome teenage male sitting in front of the TV, our narrator.)
Rob (O.S.): "Unless you live in Minnesota."
(Thunder rumbled outside as torrential rain slaps against the window.)
(Main Title/Opening Credits)
Rob (O.S.): "As a prepubescent school kid, summer appeared to be an endless journey, filled with new friendships, adventure, and make believe. But by the time puberty hits and daycare is no longer an option, your summer job kills your free time and summer ends just as quickly as it began."
(Camera drops down from the ceiling of a busy theatre and focuses on the same teenager from earlier. He is dressed in black slacks, a blue button up shirt with the theatre's name embroidered on the right breast, and black dress shoes. His hair is short, but long enough to be messy. He is lazily slumped over a red podium, taking movie tickets and ripping them in half.)
Rob: "Enjoy your movie..."
Rob (O.S.): "That's me. Average kid... friends, family, problems. Fate landed me this job working as a concession attendant at our theatre. Sadly, on this night I was assigned door duty."
(Thunder rumbled outside again. Rob sighed and looked out the glass double doors. Rain continued to pour down outside.)
Rob (O.S.): "It was then that my attention was drawn to an extremely cute, extremely familiar teenage boy, who actually looked younger than me. Why is this important? One reason, Will. Will, the love of my life, my first love, my first heartbreak. Will and I called it quits after his graduation, but before summer break. He moved in with a friend in Minneapolis, leaving me alone and desperate in St. Paul. Anyway, back to the present, the boy and his father approached the podium, and I, as always whenever a hot guy crosses the threshold, straightened up and sucked in to make myself look skinnier than I already am. The boy took notice of this. He played it cool and wandered up to the podium. His father, however, strolled past, lost as a blind lesbian in a fish market."
(The boy grabbed his dad and directed him to the podium.)
Kid: "I think you have to give him our tickets, Dad."
(The man apologized, dug the crumpled tickets from his pockets, and rushed to the concession stand to beat the line. The boy lingered around to collect the torn tickets. Rob ripped them in half and looked at `Superman' printed on the tickets.)
Rob (O.S.): "The good thing about working at the theatre, I know almost all the movies by heart, and that makes for good conversation."
Rob: "Have you seen this one yet?"
(The boy shook his head. Rob then went on about how excellent of a film it was and how it was filled with awesome special effects.)
Rob (O.S.): "If I hadn't come off as a total nerd by now, and the kid was still standing there, listening intently, I had made a connection. Just as he took the tickets from my hand and began to join his dad, who had paid for two large sodas and a jumbo tub and was struggling with the three super sized items, he smiled at me just before he turned to leave. I melted away in that smile. Slowly, I returned my attention to the long line of dripping wet movie goers who had been patiently waiting as a flirted with the unknown kid, but had now began to lose their patients. Now, let's pause and reflect..."
(Frame freezes on Rob's horror struck face as he stares at the line of angered costumers. The screen quickly rewinds to the day after senior graduation, May 20th, 2006. Camera focuses, still frozen, on Rob's horror struck face, only now in a different setting. He is standing outside of the bar in which a very good friend of his works. To his left stood Ashley, his best female friend, and to his right stood Tyler, his best gay friend. A white Prelude had just pulled into the bar's driveway and the driver side door was slightly ajar. The scene returns to motion.)
Rob (O.S.): "Why was I still in love with Will? Here you go."
(A teenager, just around Rob's height, emerged from the Prelude and walked up to the bar's entrance, the same spot where Rob and his friends were standing. The boy is dressed in a tight white, short sleeved shirt, tight, fashionably tattered, blue jeans, black Etnies, and a hint of his plaid, navy blue and white boxers are visible through the holes in his jeans. The boy's hair is brown, like Rob's, but had been dyed black earlier in the year, and now had blonde highlights. A little brown still stood out. The teen had moist, soft lips, a perfect straight nose, light blue eyes, and a tanned skin tone.)
Rob (O.S.): "Will had been the object of my desire since seventh grade. Finally, in the February of this year, he and I had talked. Eventually, after I came out to him, we dated for a brief moment, but our social classes forced us apart. Will is a `Prep'. A damned good one at that, but always wanted that badass skater boy look. He had perfected it. After he began to get more girls than before, which was like thirty a week, all his friends changed their apparel, but no one pulled it off better than Will. I, on the other hand, was a mix of all the social classes. A peacemaker, if you will. I'm the kind of guy that can mingle inside any social group I want and be perfectly comfortable. Goths, Preps, Nerds, Punks, you name it, I'm in it. The only thing I was never in, Will's pants. We had, what he called, dated for about three weeks and decided to call it quits, the day after my seventeenth birthday."
(Will crossed his arms and stood next to Rob, acting as though it were cold in the middle of May. Everyone greeted Will, but Ashley and Tyler continued talking as though he wasn't there. Joey Shaw waved to Ashley from the passenger side of the Prelude.)
Will: "Hey. Can we talk?"
Rob: "Sure. What's up?"
(Will led Rob around a corner to talk with him in private.)
Will: "I love you so much, but, me and Joey... We've decided to rent an apartment in Minneapolis. It's in the city, you know, and that's where I want to live. You've got to finish school. Maybe this time next year, we can see where our relationship is at."
Rob: "You're moving? Why? What's wrong here? There's me, Sally, Nathan, Corey, your parents, and most importantly, us."
Will: "Until you graduate... I don't think there should be... an `us'."
(Will leaned in, kissed Rob on the cheek, patted his bottom, and then turned and walked to his car. He waved to Ashley and Tyler and drove out of the parking lot. Rob rejoined the group, dumbfounded.)
Rob: "I think... he just broke up with me."
Rob (O.S.): "I didn't cry. I hated. I hated Joey, and Joey hated me. Joey was the reason I had just been dumped. Joey had been Will's friend since before I knew them, and he always watched out for Will's best interest, even if it meant hurting Will. It's a commonly known fact that Joey hates gay people, despite his gay brother and his, recently out, gay best friend. I knew Joey hated me the minute I laid eyes on Will. He always did whatever he could to stand between the two of us, even if he had to kill one of us. Several times, Joey threatened to beat me up. But when that failed, he decided to kill Will. He took Will to a party, got him drunk, and then he killed him. Did you notice the red marks under Will's nose? Joey got Will hooked on cocaine. Will tried to fight it, but he liked it too much. I desperately begged him to quit, and he promised me he would, but it only got worse and worse. It then dawned on me why Will was so willing to up and leave me and move to the city. Joey was Will's main source of coke, and without Joey, Will couldn't get his fix. I hated Joey."
(Fast forward back to the present. The long line of angry, wet costumers had dissipated, and the 8:10 showing of "Superman" hadn't started yet. The cute boy and his father were sitting at a table behind Rob, munching on popcorn and sipping on their drinks. The boy wiped his mouth and stood up. Rob watched him as he crossed the lobby and entered the restroom.)
Rob: "Hey, Hannah? I gotta piss."
(Rob quickly walked to the restroom and checked to make sure he and the boy were alone. The boy was already at a urinal, relieving himself as Rob entered. Rob took the urinal next to the boy and unzipped his pants. The boy peeked over at Rob's penis and smiled that heavenly smile. The two quickly moved into one of the stalls, their cocks still dangling from their pants. Rob shoved the boy into the handicapped stall at the end of the restroom and locked the door behind them. The two boys began kissing and licking each other's faces while touching and grabbing each other's dick. Rob pulled the boy's shirt over his head and kissed his nipples. He ran his thumbs down his slightly visible abs to the waistband of the boy's boxers. Rob slid his hands in on either side and grabbed the boy's ass. He pulled the boy to him, their rock hard dicks touching one another. The boy quickly went to his knees and took the swollen head of Rob's seven and half inches in his mouth. He swallowed a little more and a little more each time as his head bobbed back and forward. He reached up and fondled Rob's testicles and rubbed his abs through his work shirt with his free hands. Rob gripped each side of the boys head and began fucking his face. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, his mouth hung agape as chills of erotica rolled through his body. Rob began moaning in pleasure as the boy sucked harder on his raging boner. The boy grabbed the cheeks of Rob's ass as his nose rested in the bush of dark, trimmed, pubic hair above his cock.)
Rob: "Ah... uh... kid? I'm a... about to cum..."
(The teenager began sucking harder and faster. Rob's neck went ridged as he began firing load after load of hot, white cum into and down the boy's throat. The boy stood up and sat down on the toilet.)
Kid: "Thanks. I've never done that before, but it was great."
Rob: "If you mean you've never had oral sex with a total stranger in the bathroom at the place you work, then I've never done it either. But it was awesome. I should be thanking you. So, um, can I see you again sometime?"
Kid: "Oh, probably not. I'm straight. Sorry."
(The boy stood up, tucked his boner away, and stepped out of the stall. Rob remained behind, confused. He redressed and hurried after the boy.)
Rob: "Then why did you just suck my dick?"
Kid: "I don't know. But I liked it. And you liked it, right? So what's the big deal?"
Rob: "You said you aren't gay. You sort of have to be to suck in another dude's boner, and, not to mention, like it."
Kid: "Okay, whatever. Hey, me and my dad stop by here about once every two weeks, or whenever a really good movie's playing. Maybe we can, uh, get together again?"
(Rob stood in the bathroom doorway, still confused. The boy grabbed Rob's crotch, smiled, and walked back towards the lobby to rejoin with his father.)
Rob: "Yeah. Sure. Anytime?"
Rob (O.S.): "This left me faced with an important question; why am I so desperate? After the breakup with Will, I felt that I had to rush into a new relationship. I had had sex with four other guys that month. All four of them were random, mysterious flings, one night stands. I soon found out, after our breakup, from Lacey, that Will was moping around the Club Corona, a strip club where he and Lacey work. Not hooking up, but sulking around, feeling sorry for himself. I wanted to go down to the club and try to fix our relationship, but I knew there was nothing I could fix. Joey was our problem and Will would have to deal with that when he was ready."
(Commercial Break)
Setting: The Kingston Bar. A rustic looking building, modeled after a downtown hotel that burned down nearly fifty years ago. Rob sits at the bar with Ashley and Tyler, Becky stands on the opposite side of the bar, serving drinks. Since the kids are only seventeen, they can't order alcoholic drinks. Instead they sip on Cokes.
Tyler: "So, that makes your fourth blow job this month. Congratulations. Hey, look at that guy over there. He's got a nice looking mouth. Wanna face fuck him too?"
Rob: "You're just pissed `cause you still aren't getting any."
Ashley: "So, when are you gonna patch things up with Willy?"
Rob: "I can't. He has to patch things up with me. And we can't do that until Joey's out of the picture. And I don't see that happening anytime soon."
Tyler: "And you shouldn't start a sentence with `and', Mr. English Major."
Rob: "Well, thank you. I'll remember that in college."
Ashley: "Maybe you could be Will's source of (sniff, sniff)... hmm?"
Rob: "No. You know I don't want him doing that."
Ashley: "You also know that that's the only reason he's still with Joey. Not to mention the social freedoms that Minneapolis has to offer. Across the Interstate, no one cares if you're queer."
Tyler: "Amen to that." Rob: "Amen to that."
(Becky finished wiping out the glasses at the end of the bar and made her way over to the three teenagers.)
Becky: "Hey, babies. What's the problem?"
(Becky spoke with a strong Yankee accent, just like Ashley.)
Rob: "Guys." Ashley: "Guys." Tyler: "Guys."
Becky: "You still haven't found the right one?"
Ashley: "Oh, finding him was no problem. Getting him is proving to be quite difficult."
Rob: "He says that he doesn't want to interfere with me and my schoolwork. Frankly, that's all a load of bullshit. Joey's the real problem."
Becky: "Joey, as in my nephew, Joey?"
Rob: "He's your nephew?" Ashley: "He's your nephew?" Tyler: "He's your nephew?"
Becky: "Ever since he was born. Why is he giving you kids trouble?"
Tyler: "He hates gay people."
Becky: "No he doesn't. What about his brother... and his cousin?"
Ashley: "We knew about Miles, but, who's his cousin?"
Becky: "My son."
Rob: "Becky is strangely convinced that Dylan is gay. I don't know."
Becky: "But if he is, he is, and I'll love him all the same."
Ashley: "Now, why can't your mom say that?"
(Rob crossed his arms on the bar and rested his head on his wrists.)
Rob (O.S.): "Yeah, I'm gay, but, at this point anyway, my mom had no idea that I was gay. She was convinced that Ashley and I had been dating for about a year and a half now, and I had no intention of changing her mind. I knew it would either, A, kill her, B, send her off the deep end, or C, cause her to openly hate me to the point of both of us not being able to live with one another. So, for her sake and my own, I stayed in the closet."
Becky: "His mom already knows, she's just in denial."
Rob: "If she knew, I wouldn't be living with her."
Ashley: "And if she kicks you out, you'll just have to pack up and come live with me."
Becky: "Or me."
(Everyone turned their heads to look at Tyler.)
Tyler: "What?"
(Ashley cleared her throat and pointed down at Rob's head.)
Tyler: "We've already discussed this. My mom is cool with me being gay, but she doesn't want me to have a boyfriend over at our house."
Ashley: "But he's not your boyfriend."
Tyler: "She doesn't know that."
Rob: "Guys, don't worry about it. If it happens... I'm sure I'll be just fine on my own."
(Rob stood up, laid two dollars on the counter and walked out of the bar. Ashley frowned and followed him. Becky, playfully, smacked Tyler on the head and told him to get the hell out of her bar.)
Ashley: "You'll be just fine. She doesn't have to know you're gay. No one does."
Rob: "Yes, she does. I can't hide it anymore. I don't want to. I hate lying every five minutes to people about us dating each other."
Ashley: "Then maybe it doesn't have to be a lie anymore."
Rob (O.S.): "Before I had come out, I tried hiding my homosexuality by dating girls. Ashley had just moved here from Rohde Island and didn't know many people, so she hadn't heard any rumors. I asked her out three days after I met her. We went steady for almost a month until I broke."
Rob: "Listen, we need to talk."
Ashley: "About?"
Rob: "You're a sweet girl, and I really do like you... but the fact is..."
Ashley: "You don't like me that way..."
Rob: "It isn't you, it really is me. I know that may seem cliché, but still."
Ashley: "No, I understand. This is exactly what happened with my last boyfriend. Completely understandable..."
Rob: "Ashley."
(Rob took Ashley's hand.)
Ashley: "No. Don't touch... please. I'm tired of being-" Rob: "I'm gay." Ashley: "-lied to and... what?"
Rob: "I'm gay. It's sorta... complicated. Tyler knows, but he's the only one."
Ashley: "You're serious, aren't you?"
Rob: "Of course. How could I possibly lie to someone I... care so much about?"
(Rob hugged Ashley. She sniffled and fought back the tears.)
Ashley: "Well, I guess we can't do this anymore."
Rob: "We can still hang out... just now you'll have to worry about me competing with you for you boyfriends."
(Ashley laughed. She hugged Rob back and rested in his arms.)
Rob: "Are you okay?"
Ashley: "Yeah. I want you to know... I just want you to be happy."
(Ashley held onto Rob. She inhaled his cologne and smiled. Rob looked down at her and then looked off into space, relieved.)
(The two teens looked at one another for a long moment, in silence, before the calm was broken by Tyler, bursting out of the bar doors, extremely excited for some reason.)
Tyler: "Remember that boy who I said had cute lips? Turns out, I was right. Look at this!"
(Tyler waved a napkin around with a phone number scribbled on it.)
Tyler: "Now then, I have a date in thirty minutes, so, I will see you two ladies... tomorrow."
(Tyler climbed into his red Honda Civic and drove out of the parking lot.)
Rob: "He's not even drunk yet and he's already acting like an idiot."
Ashley: "So, wanna go to the Corona? I'm gonna stop in and chat with Lacey. Care to join me? Maybe you'll see Will."
Rob: "No thank you. I'm gonna head home. I have to work tomorrow. See you later."
Ashley: "Bye..."
(Rob climbed into his white Toyota Crew Cab, cranked the engine and drove away. But he didn't go home. Rob took a short drive to a cliff that overlooked the twin cities. He exited the vehicle and walked to the wooden railing and looked down at the glow of lights. He pulled an orange prescription bottle from his shirt pocket. The label on the bottle read: "For mild to moderate depression." Rob unscrewed the cap and tapped two pills out into his palm. The dosage on the bottle said a half pill every two days. Rob didn't care. He was depressed. He looked at the pills in his hand...)
(Rob opened the door to Will's bedroom.)
Rob: "Hey, babe-"
(Will quickly sat up and rubbed his nose.)
Will: "What? What is it?"
Rob: "What are you doing?"
Will: "Nah, nothing. Why?"
(Will kept rubbing his already red nose. Rob walked over to the desk and examined the trails of rocky white powder. Will quickly wiped them away and into a little baggy.)
Rob: "What are you doing?"
Will: "It isn't as bad as it looks."
Rob: "The hell it isn't! Do you want to die?"
(Will was quiet.)
Rob: "Give it to me."
Will: "What? No."
Rob: "Give it to me! Give me the drugs!"
Will: "No!"
(Rob tackled Will. The two wrestled on the carpet floor for the small bag. Rob managed to free it from Will's grip. Will sat up against the desk and looked at Rob, tears in his eyes.)
Will: "I'm... I'm so sorry."
Rob: "It's not your fault."
Will: "Yes it is."
Rob: "No, it isn't... It's Joey's."
(The tears fell from Will's eyes. Rob knelt down and pressed his forehead against Will's sweat soaked brow. He gently kissed his lips.)
Rob: "I love you..."
(Will kissed leaned up and kissed Rob back.)
Will: "I will always love you."
(Rob stood up and walked out of the room. He held the back of cocaine in his hand. He quickly walked down the stairs and out Will's back door. His own house and Will's sat back to back. Rob threw the bag into a small drainage ditch before crossing into his yard.)
(Rob looked down at the pills in his hand.)
Rob: "Fucking hypocrite."
(Rob lifted up his hand and swallowed the pills whole. He threw the bottle into the cab of his truck through the open window and then climbed into the cab and returned to the city. This time, he finally went home. He parked outside of the garage and entered the dimly lit house though the kitchen.)
Lisa: "You've been out with that girl again, haven't you?"
Rob: "Yeah, sure."
(Rob was trying to bypass the accusing conversation with his mother and get to his bedroom. He only had a few minutes left before the pills would take their full effect.)
Lisa: "You know I don't like her, and I don't like you being out this late."
Rob: "Yeah, I know."
Lisa: "Then why don't you use the brain God gave you and be home at a decent time and stop hanging out with that trashy slut?"
Rob: "I swear, I think you'd rather me just be gay, wouldn't you?"
(He had done it. Rob wanted to bring this up to see how his mother would react to it. Unfortunately, now probably wasn't the best time to experiment. His vision was beginning to blur and he was having trouble standing.)
Lisa: "If your father was here to hear you say that."
Rob: "Well, I wonder why he's not here."
Lisa: "Don't blame me for that. He did it for you."
Rob: "Ran off and joined the military? And who said I was blaming you?"
(Rob stumbled up the stairs to his bedroom, passing his brother in the hallway. He striped down to his green boxers and collapsed on his bed.)
Rob (O.S.): "I never blamed my mom for my dad's disappearance. He had joined the military before I was born, but rejoined during the first Gulf War. During a reconnaissance operation, a car bomb exploded and a piece of shrapnel ripped through his intestines. My mom remarried soon there after, having my brother, but that marriage only lasted for about four years. Her ex-husband, my stepfather, was a chain smoker and an alcoholic. She had been single ever since then. I loved my mom with all my heart and respected her, but I felt as though there was something driving the two of us apart. I didn't know if it was my closeted homosexuality, her strict Christian life style, or my knack at getting into constant trouble. Sadly, the reason was on the horizon was about to rip our world apart."
(End Credits)