Backdoor Slider - A Love Story
by Joe L
Chapter 25
It's third period, and I'm on my way to my first anger management session. It's time to start doing everything right for a long, long time so I can rejoin the team next year.
The news of my attempted strangulation is all over the school. It made the papers and was even on the local news. People on the local sports radio stations are debating whether I'm on steroids and whether high school sports are too serious and competitive. I walked down the halls of school with people staring at me all day. I got a taste of what coming out of the closet might be like. Some of them are staring with me fear, some of them are staring at me with disgust, and a very small number of people think I'm really cool. Go figure.
My parents didn't think I was too cool, but I was able to talk my way back into their good graces at dinner last night without much effort. I just explained that I would really take to heart what Mr. Wilson says at the anger management sessions, and I would pray about it every night. What a crock. My dad does want me to apologize to snaggle-tooth face to face, though. Hopefully I can weasel out of that one. I doubt snaggle-tooth wants to come face to face with me.
My brother was a tool about it, as expected.
"Oh man, I wish I could have been there!" he said, laughing as hard as I've ever seen him.
"I can reenact it for you, anytime," I told him, and was subsequently scolded.
"Mom, I do have to admit that I feel a little safer knowing Garrett is going to have to address his anger issues." David's words are still ringing in my head.
He shouldn't feel safe. He should just stay out of my way.
I'll handle this anger management guy, Wilson, just like I handled my folks.
I slow up my pace as I near Wilson's office. I start to smile as I think of Luke. I passed him in the hall earlier and he handed me a note. I waited until I had a little privacy before I opened it. It said, "I like you. Do you like me? Check Yes or No." I've been floating ever since. He really knows how to get me.
I feel like our love is getting more intense every day. Maybe it's just the way it seems to me, but I really think it's both of us. It was the way he sounded on Skype last night. He seemed so distressed about having to spend a night without me. It wasn't because he just wanted to fuck me all night long. I could really tell he genuinely missed me, even though we'd just been apart for a few hours.
The first couple of days, we were just so focused on living out the fantasies that we've been thinking about since the time we first started having sexual desires. However, once we really started fucking... it's like the sex is making our love grow and our love is making the sex unbelievable. Then, there's our goodbye kiss from yesterday. It was so freakin' hot. I haven't stopped thinking about it. I could feel his passion charge through me like electricity. It made me weak in the knees, and it's having the same effect right now. I lean up against the wall and try to catch my breath. I feel like my heart is about to bust through my ribcage. How can we keep up this intensity? What if things start to get stale? What if he gets sick of me?
I have a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach now, so I might as well go on into Wilson's office and use it to my advantage. I check in with his secretary and slink in to see him.
"Hello, Garrett. Have a seat," he says as he looks up from something, which I assume is my file. Mr. Wilson is about forty years old. He's thin and still has most of his hair. He looks like he was once an idealistic mental health advocate, but now he looks beaten down, likely from having worked at a high school for so long.
"Hi, Mr. Wilson. I just wanted to tell you that the whole thing was a terrible mistake and that I feel awful about it. I'm not an angry person. I'm actually a very happy person. I get good grades, I go to church, and I like to keep myself in shape. I'd just like to move past all this and get on with my life." Mr. Wilson just stares at me blankly.
"Are you finished?"
"Yeah," I say, flatly. This isn't going to be as easy as I thought. He saw right through that.
"Garrett, do you want to be back on the baseball team next year?"
"Yes, sir."
"Whether or not that happens will be entirely up to my recommendation." I start to feel very nervous. "Now, it is my job to find out why a young man who has no record and no blemishes in his permanent file would suddenly try to strangle someone."
"I don't know why I did it. I didn't even realize I was doing it until right before their coach pushed me off."
"Don't bullshit a bullshitter, Garrett," he says in a deadpan tone. I'm always a little shocked whenever I hear an authority figure cuss.
"Luke is my best friend. That asshole should have known from the score and the game situation that Luke wasn't trying to throw at him. We were ahead by two runs and–"
"I was there," he interrupts.
"Also, he celebrated too much on his earlier home run, and he was just being a dick through the whole game... talking really loud in the dugout and stuff. He was getting on my nerves so much, and when he charged the mound, I just snapped."
"That's what I'm concerned about, Garrett. I can't put you out on a sports field if I think you might snap again. Then, I'll be responsible for what happens. Dust-ups happen in all sports, but do you ever hear about someone going on the disabled list or having a career ending injury from a scuffle?"
"No."
"There's a line that can't be crossed, and you crossed it... and that's why we're here today."
"Mr. Wilson, please! I don't know what to say, but I promise, I'll never do anything remotely like that again. If there's another situation where someone charges the mound, I won't even be a part of it."
"I believe you mean that, but I'm not so sure yet that you would be able to control yourself."
"What can I say?" My voice starts to crack.
"I'd like to talk a little bit about Luke."
"What about him?" My nervousness grows again.
"I've talked to some of the other boys on the team about you and Luke, particularly Justin and Nathaniel. The four of you were very good friends growing up from little league, but that changed recently."
"I still hang out with Nate and Just sometimes." That's a big lie.
"They said that when Luke was told that he might have a career in baseball, he became closed off from everyone but you."
"Well, I was the only one that wanted to do Luke's fitness regimen with him."
"And why was that?"
"Why not?"
"Why not? Because you're a teenager! You should be wanting to watch TV and play video games and sleep in and get into trouble and... date..."
"There's nothing wrong with exercising." I wasn't prepared for this. I feel my face starting to turn red.
"Garrett, anything you tell me is completely confidential." I stare down at my shoes. I can't believe this is happening. "You know, I was also there last week, when Luke pitched his perfect game. That was some catch you made. I saw the way you and Luke looked at each other. Garrett, you and Luke are more than just friends, aren't you?"
I shake my head, but I can't get any words out without busting out crying. There's no point in denying it anymore, I feel like I already spilled the beans.
"It's okay, Garrett." I can't hold it in anymore, and I start sobbing into my hands. Finally, I nod slightly.
"Are you... what do you call it... friends with benefits or are you boyfriends?"
"We're in love," I whisper.
"Wow. I didn't expect you to put it that way," he says.
"How did you know?"
"I guess it's my gaydar," he chuckles.
"Oh," I start to recover and realize what's happening. "Ohhh. Are you stalking us?"
"No, Garrett. I have a life partner, and you should know better. Can't a gay man be a sports fan without sitting there and ogling the players throughout the game?"
"Sorry."
"So how long have you been together?"
"Since the perfect game."
"Wow! So your relationship started after the perfect game?"
"Yep."
"No wonder you tried to strangle that kid. I'm surprised you didn't take his whole head off. You're still super-charged from finally being together."
"You got that right," I try to chuckle a little.
"Garrett, I want you to know that after a while, you'll be back in control of your actions."
"That's good to know."
"I will have no problem letting you rejoin the team next year. By then, you should be able to stop yourself if there's trouble. I know now that you're definitely not an angry person. For now, it might look good to everyone if you keep your appointments with me for the rest of the school year. If you ever want to talk about anything, that's fine. If not, you can just work on your homework and I'll catch up on my huge pile of paperwork."
"Wow, thanks!" If I can finish a lot of my homework here, that's a lot more attention I can give to Luke.
"Is there anything you'd like to ask me?"
"Does anyone else know? Did Nate and Just suspect anything when you were talking to them?"
"No. Everyone is focusing on the steroid issue. I'd just take a drug test to alleviate everyone's concerns, and soon, it will all blow over. I threw in a bunch of steroid questions to Nate and Justin to try to throw them off of my trail, too."
"Promise you won't tell anyone? I'm not ready to come out, and Luke REALLY isn't."
"I promise. I hope you know how lucky you are, and not just because you have a boyfriend. Most gay teens go through the worst time of their lives in high school. Being able to go through it all with someone who understands and someone that is there for you is really nothing to take for granted. I certainly didn't have anyone when I was in high school."
"Trust me… I know how lucky I am."
I meander through the rest of the day... relieved, confused, exhilarated… horny. I feel great about the anger management session, but I don't really want to tell Luke that another person knows about us. I feel like I completely trust Mr. Wilson, but I'll have to convince Luke that he can, too. Maybe we can squirt a couple of times before I tell him.
I head out to the parking lot after school to see Luke leaning up against my car, looking as sexy as ever. I'm wearing my ball cap backwards and my dark shades, just in case my eyes show any trace of crying from earlier. He sees me and mouths the words, "fucking hot" as I approach. We get in the car and drive off.
"G, I don't think I can exercise with you anymore." he says, suddenly. I try to hide my worry because I know he's up to something crafty.
"Aww, why?"
"It's a fucking waste of time. When we're together, we need to spend our time more... wisely," he reaches over and rubs the inside of my thigh. "I can exercise when you're at home, and work off my pent up energy and frustration."
"Well, exercising with you is my alibi. That's how I'm able to spend so much time away from home. If I don't get any exercise and just have sex, I'll start to get soft and flabby."
"Just download P90x on your computer and do it in your room at night."
"Well, I guess that could work."
"Like today. This is Wednesday, and my mom won't be home until late. We could go work out, which would take over an hour... but think of the cum that we could work up during that time!"
"Yeah, that would be a shame to short ourselves on that," I smile. "So, do you still wanna do the getting-full-on-cum thing?"
"I don't know about you, but first, I just want to make out with you really bad. The way you kissed me yesterday... I get rock hard every time I think about it."
"I knew it! Do you understand why the kissing is so hot?"
"Why?"
"Because you luuuvvvv me," I smile over at him.
"Well, duh!"
"No, I'm serious! The first few days, we were just so focused on pumping the cum out. Now, we're really feeling the love. Maybe we owe it to the fucking for bringing us so close together."
"You're welcome."
"It feels like tingly electricity running through my body when we kiss. Is that how it feels for you?"
"Yeah, just like that! I wanna see how long it can last. I just wanna get naked, lay you down on my bed, fuckin' make out for an hour or so, and just when I can't stand it anymore, I'll rise up, pump my cock, and just cover you with cum."
"Oh no. If you're going to work up a load like that, it's going right here." I point to my mouth.
"Hmmm, good point." He contemplates for a second. "OK, how 'bout this? We make out for a while, build up a nice load for each other, then at the last second, we 69 and squirt it into each other's mouths. But don't swallow this time! Keep it all in there, and then we can start to make out again through all of that jizz." He rubs his boner through his jeans.
"Wow, inspiring stuff!" I pull into the parking lot of his apartment building. "I'll try, but if I'm cumming and you're squirting in my mouth, it's going to be damn hard not to swallow it down."
"Practice makes perfect," he leans over to kiss me as the car comes to a stop, but I dodge him, squeeze his dick through his pants and then jump out of the car.
We run up the stairs to his apartment very quickly and throw open the door. He starts to throw down his belongings by the front door so we can have our usual entry-way kiss, but I quickly lean in and peck him on the cheek and run away from with a devilish laugh.
"G?!?" He starts stalking me like prey. I run behind the couch, but he slowly steps on top of it to make sure he can catch me in any direction I run. I finally make one last desperate bolt for the kitchen, but he manages to snag me by the arm. I drag him all the way to the kitchen, but he finally takes a firm hold of me. He's so strong, and I stare into his eyes with a yielding smile. He holds me tightly by the back as he kicks my feet out from under me with one of his legs. He slowly lowers me down to the kitchen floor and presses his body onto mine to pin me down. We stare in each other's eyes for a few seconds and try to catch our breaths. Finally, he whispers, "Gotcha," just before our lips meet.
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