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he
only saw Cain’s handsome face and sweaty hot body. Cain had been his hero. He’d
been the star quarterback; he’d been the captain of the baseball team: the
school jock. There wasn’t a sport he didn’t excel at from shooting hoops to
running track.
    With one hard push, Jim forced the huge
dildo to the bottom of his ass and tossed his head back. He closed his eyes,
imagined his old friend removing the jock strap in the locker room, and said;
“Fuck me, Cain,” over and over. He whispered this until his toes curled all the
way back and he blasted a huge load all over his chest without touching his
dick. For the next minute or two, he remained this way, repeating Cain’s name
in his head. While smaller, less intense orgasms passed through him, he
imagined what it would be like to bury his face between Cain’s legs and just
inhale his scent one time. He’d been pretending all this for so long he slid
through each sensation with a smile. Sometimes he frowned because he knew it
would never happen in real life.
    A few minutes later, Jim pulled the dildo
out of his ass, gathered everything from the bed, and went back to the
bathroom. After he cleaned up and put the dildo and Vaseline back into the red
velvet bag, he pulled the drawstring and glanced into the bathroom mirror. He
stared at his image for a moment, wondering if Cain would think he looked like
Adam Levine the rock star with his new haircut and clothes. He also wondered
how he would react when he saw Cain that night at the graduation party his
mother and father were giving him. He suspected Cain would be there, but he
wasn’t certain. Cain’s mother and father were good friends with his mother and
father.
    Then Jim shook his head fast, as if trying
to wake up from a bad dream. He leaned forward and said, “This summer you’re
going to give up on this dumb fantasy and find out what it’s like to be with a
real man. You’re not a kid anymore. One way or the other, like it or not, it’s
time to move on and start living as an adult.”

Chapter Two
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    Although Jim had never denied being gay,
he’d never formally come out of the closet either. As he dressed that night for
the graduation party, he cringed at the thought of his mother introducing him
to single young women…and all those comments about him finding the right girl
to marry he’d be forced to suffer through. Even though he never talked about
women, dated women, or expressed interest in women, his parents seemed to think
he was straight. At least they never said anything aloud. He sometimes wondered
if their silence came from wishful thinking or classic denial, because he’d
never given them the slightest inclination one way or the other.
    When he buttoned his white dress shirt and
thought about going downstairs and Mrs. Anderson shoving her red-headed
daughter up against him, he closed his eyes and shook his head. When he pulled
up the zipper of his beige flat front chinos and thought about the Rickard girl
who’d also just graduated from college, he almost caught the fly of his
underwear. The Rickard girl was one of those aggressive types who wanted a
husband and wasn’t willing to wait. If she was there, she’d flirt, bat her
eyelashes, and speak in her sweetest, softest Texas accent until he would want
to puke in the swimming pool.
    Before he opened his bedroom door to venture
down to the party, he put on his navy blazer and took a deep breath. Then he
exhaled, lifted his head higher, and went down to the first floor where the
guests had already arrived an hour earlier.
    When he descended the grand semi-circular
staircase, he clenched his fists and set his jaw. He continued downward at a
slow pace, forcing a smile that felt so fake it hurt his jaw. One woman
shouted, “There he is, the guest of honor.” While everyone else in the hallway
turned to glance up at him, he smiled and continued down the steps. People
patted his back and congratulated him. He thanked them without showing