Backdoor Slider - A Love Story
by Joe L
I pull into my driveway and I see that Denise is sitting in her car talking on her cell phone. She sees me and starts motioning for me to come over to her car. She hangs up and rolls down the window.
"Hi, Garrett! Get in the car for a second. I need to talk to you about something," she says. She doesn't seem angry or suspicious or anything, so I casually get in her car.
"What's up?" I try to sound as calm as possible, but I have a huge lump in my throat.
"How was school today?" I can tell she's nervous, too.
"Did you and Luke work out?"
"Yeah, we just finished."
She takes a deep breath and my pulse doubles.
"Look, I know what's going on between you two." My worst fears are confirmed, but I'm not ready to admit anything.
"What have we done now?" I say sarcastically. I need to work on my acting skills.
"I know you're having sex," she mutters and looks out the window. I'm mortified. I feel my cheeks begin to flame up, so I bury my face in my hands. There's no point in denying it now because I look as guilty as I possibly could.
"He… told you?" I manage to squeak the words out.
"No, no," she chuckles. "I used my lawyerly powers of deduction."
"When I got home yesterday and smelled all the air freshener and Febreze, I thought you guys had been smoking pot. It really confused me because it seemed so out of character for both of you with your baseball and fitness obsessions. Plus, I didn't have any evidence, so I couldn't confront you."
"We don't do drugs." I want to tell her that Luke is my drug, but it doesn't seem appropriate.
"I know! I put it all together when I saw that Luke had done a load of laundry," she cackles. "I don't think Luke has ever done a load of laundry in his life! It had to be sex. Everything made sense after that. Plus, the fact that you guys were fooling around on the couch while we were watching TV and then what went on in his bedroom after I went to bed...."
"Is there a hole I can crawl into somewhere?" I bury my face in my hands again.
"I'm sorry, Garrett. I didn't come here to torture you," she pats my back. "In fact, I guess I'm happy about the situation. I took the day off from work so I could figure out what I wanted to say to you. The more I think about it, the more I think you'll be really good for each other."
"Really?" I can't believe what I'm hearing.
"Yeah. I've known that Luke was gay for about six months now. I found a magazine in his room when I was cleaning. I didn't tell him because I wanted him to come to me. Actually, I was kind of relieved when I found it." I stare at her with disbelief. "When Luke started to come into his own these last couple of years, I thought for sure I'd be dealing with a teenage pregnancy sooner or later. I didn't think he was mature enough to handle sex and the girls would be all over him."
"Most girls are too intimidated by him, I think. He's a ten, and that's a lot to handle for an insecure teenager," I can't believe I'm discussing this with her.
"Maybe so," she says. "Anyway, I know being gay will incredibly complicate his life, but it sure makes mine a lot easier. No teenage pregnancies, we can go shopping together… and it means that we'll always be very close. I can gush over him the rest of my life!" she pauses. "I guess that's selfish, but that's how I feel."
"So, let me get this straight. You're happy that Luke and I are together and you don't mind us… having sex?"
"Well, I guess I'm a little old-fashioned in that respect. I would rather that you and he started by holding hands and took things slow, so you'd have a chance to fall in love." The word 'love' makes me burst into tears, and I bury my face back in my hands. "Hey, hey!" She rubs my back until I can get myself under control.
"I do love him, Mrs. Olson. I love him SO much! And he said he loves me, too. He told me he loved me the first night… which I guess was last night. So much has happened, it seems like so long ago… but I love him and I'm sure he feels the exact same way."
"I don't mean to diminish your feelings, but being in love is a very serious and deep connection. It's very difficult for someone your age to experience love with all the confusion and lust and hormones. I think what you two are experiencing is infatuation."
"Mrs. Olson, I fell in love with Luke a long time ago. Even when I thought there was no way he was gay, I loved him as a friend, and I loved him… in the relationship I had created in my mind. I can't imagine having any deeper feelings for him than I have right now… and he really feels the same. We actually have this joke or competition thing… about who-loves-who more."
"Wow, you boys are sure moving fast. I still think you are incredibly infatuated with each other, but that's not a bad way to start things off, and telling each other that you love each other isn't a bad thing, either. I just want to let you know that eventually, the infatuation fades and you'll have to learn to live with the things about Luke that aren't so loveable. After a while, if Luke is being a big baby after losing a game or oversleeps and misses something that's important to you, and you can still look at him with that warm feeling in your heart, then that's love."
"Been there, done that. I think you just convinced me even more that what I'm feeling is love."
"Okay, okay. I guess Luke is a loveable guy… besides his looks and all, he's very romantic."
"I know ! I had no idea! That's probably the thing I love most about him. All this time, I was so in love with his body, and I knew he was nice 'n all, but I had no idea he had that romantic side. How did you know?"
"Oh, he cried at some romantic movies. He tried to hide it, but I knew he was getting choked up. Plus, he asked me a lot of questions about love. Once I knew he was gay, I knew he was asking those things about you."
"What did he say?!?" I almost shout.
"I can't tell you that. I just know that he'll make a very good boyfriend," she smiles.
"So you're not disappointed that you'll never have grandchildren?"
"Hell, no! I've already raised one big baby… I don't need to do that again. I work my ass off now and I want to enjoy my retirement!"
"Thank you for being so cool about this," I say.
"Okay, but I need to ask you some questions," she says in low voice.
"Do I need to put my hands over my face again?" I ask.
"Yeah, you might want to," she laughs. "Have you ever had sex with anyone else?"
" No! " I snap my head up to look her in the eye so she will believe me.
"I really don't think so."
"Good. My greatest fear once I learned he is gay is that he would have unprotected sex with random men. I hope that by supporting your relationship, it will help keep you both from doing that. His safety is my number one priority. That's why I'm giving you this," she hands me a key. "This is the key to our apartment. I want it to be a place where you and Luke can be together and be safe." I look at it like she's handed me a priceless diamond.
"Thank... you," I stammer.
"However, this comes with several conditions." She notices how awestruck I am. "Number one: the apartment is your place to be together. I don't want you boys to be open about your sexuality in public, and I don't want you to be having sex in public places." I feel my cheeks flush again. "We live in Arizona, and it's a red state. You never know when some awful violent person could spot you and do something unthinkable."
"You're right," I nod.
"Number two: his schoolwork doesn't suffer. In fact, he needs to bring his grades up a little. He seems to believe that fantasy that he'll be a superstar pitcher and he won't need an education. You and I will have to make sure he's doing his work. You cannot do any work for him and you can't help him cheat. I'm dead serious about this, and I want you to help me get his attitude towards school turned around."
"Finally, I really think it will be a good idea for you to tell your parents." The panic returns. "I feel a large amount of guilt making these arrangements for you boys and leaving them totally in the dark."
"I can't tell them! It would destroy my mom. She thinks that no one ever has sex, EVER! My dad would hate me. He thinks I'm the All-American, church-going jock who will have lots of republican offspring. He'd make me talk to our pastor at church and try to figure out how he can exorcise the devil out of me. They're both way too closed-minded to handle this. Also, if my brother ever found out, he'd spread it all over school. He hates me."
"Well, I won't force you to tell them and I won't say anything. I guess I can hold onto the fact that I'm doing the right thing and that I'm protecting you both."
"Thank you so much for being so cool. Luke is a very lucky guy to have such a great mom."
"Lucky on two accounts," she smiles and I blush again. "Ok, please don't call him before I get a chance to talk to him. I have to pick up dinner."
"Thanks Mrs. Olson," I say, getting out of the car.
"Call me Denise," she smiles.
I start up the walkway to my front door and see Mom standing by the front window watching me. I smile and wave, trying not to look like I have anything to hide.
"What did she want?" she greets me with fury.
"Oh, she's just planning a surprise for Luke and wanted my advice," I say.
"Are you upset? You look like you've been crying," she scrutinizes my face.
"No, no… uhh… I was just laughing. She said something really funny."
"Yes, she's SO funny ," Mom makes a fist with both hands. "I don't know why she couldn't have just come in and said hello."
"I guess she figured you were getting dinner ready and she would just be bothering you." My logic makes her even more frustrated.
"Well, dinner is getting cold," she storms to the kitchen. " DAVID, DINNER'S READY !" she shrieks.
I just marvel at how uncool Mom is compared to Denise. I wash my hands and join my dad at the dinner table.
"I heard about that catch you made, son," Dad looks up from his newspaper. "I wish I could've been there."
"Your mother made your favorite meal to celebrate… pot roast!" Pot roast used to be my favorite meal, but not anymore. It's really fattening… with the gravy and potatoes and biscuits and butter. My abs have never been so defined, and now I really need to keep them looking hot for Luke. I've told my parents before about my new eating habits, but I guess this is Mom's way to show love, so I'll keep quiet about it this time.
"Great!" I try to sound excited. Mom walks in the room carrying the pot roast like she's posing for the cover of a homemaking magazine. What a huge dork.
" DAAAVID!!! " she screams and I almost jump out of my skin.
David is my little brother. He's thirteen and a total dink. We used to get along well, but he's not particularly smart, good-looking or athletic. I guess that's why he lashes out; he gets compared to me at every turn, especially by our parents. I've tried my best to be there for him, but he sees me as the antichrist. This year, he's taken to dressing Goth. He's not even very good at that . I just think he looks like a poser. Dad even asked me once if he thought David was gay, just because of the Goth clothes. He may be more clueless than mom. David finally slinks into the room.
"I hate fucking pot roast," he mutters, probably because he knows it's my favorite, or used to be.
"What did you say?" Dad shouts. David just sulks and we ignore him. We start eating.
"This tastes really great, Mom," I say. I sneak some potatoes and biscuits into my napkin from time to time. I can't handle the empty carbs and calories.
"We miss you around here, Garrett," she says as she dabs her mouth with her napkin.
"He's too busy fucking his boyfriend, Luke." David interjects with a satisfied smirk.
" THAT'S IT ! Go to your room!" Dad's face turns beet-red. I try to mask my embarrassment with fury and I grab him by the shirt. Maybe I can use this as a way to score some points with my folks.
"You listen to me," I snarl. "I don't know what I did to make you hate me so much, but I'm your brother, and I'd do ANYTHING for you." I push him away from the table. He gives me the most hateful look. I know he can see right through my 'caring brother' act. He snakes out of the room, satisfied with having ruined my special dinner. I just have to pray that they don't think about what he just spouted.
"I'm sorry Garrett. I just don't know what do about him anymore!" Mom always acts so dramatic in these situations.
"Don't apologize for him," I mutter.
"I wish you'd spend more time with him and try to be more of a good influence," she's said this many times before.
"Mom, he hates my guts! All that would accomplish would be making both of us miserable, and neither of us deserves that. I just want to work out and chill with Luke."
"I thought you mentioned over the weekend that you weren't going to spend so much time at Luke's." Oops. I had forgotten that I had said that to her.
"Nah, he was getting on my nerves a little, but we're cool now," I say as I play with my food. "We're trying a new exercise program. It requires a partner and it's totally exhausting. I'm probably going to be spending more nights at his place." As I realize what I just said, I try to hide my smile by wiping my mouth with my napkin. Some of the food I've stuffed in it spills out, but no one sees.
"I'd like you to eat at home as often as you can," she says. "Denise shouldn't have to feed you every night. Plus, Luke can spend some nights over here."
That wasn't an option. When Luke sleeps over here, he has to sleep on the foldout couch downstairs. He'd never be able to sleep in my room, since I have only one twin bed. Plus, there are too many people in this house to fool around anyway. I have to think quickly.
"Well, I have my own bed at his place, and that fold-out isn't very comfortable."
"No one has complained about it before," she says dramatically again.
"Well, he wouldn't say anything in front of you."
"Fine. Do what you want. I'd just like you to be here for dinner at least five nights a week and make sure you're here Sunday mornings to go to church."
"Aren't I always?"
We finish dinner in silence. I wonder how Luke is handling Denise's confrontation. He's probably miserable and squirming in his seat. I want to call him very badly, but I promised Denise I wouldn't. I'll just have to work on my homework until he calls me. I thank Mom one more time and head up to my room. I don't have much to do tonight. I just have to read a chapter of "Oliver Twist" and a chapter of my Biology textbook. Damn, reading is hard when you're in love.
I finish my biology chapter and am halfway through Oliver. I keep reading the same sentence over and over, thinking about what Luke is saying to his mom. I wonder if he's telling her how much he loves me. Finally, my phone vibrates against my desk and I snap it up.
"Dude, are you all right?" I whisper.
" Fuuuuuck . I can't believe she did that. I am so pissed off at her for doing that to you," he groans. The sound of his voice gives my heart a jolt that I wasn't expecting. I had just seen him a couple of hours ago, but it seems like days ago. Even though he's complaining and embarrassed, his voice is still incredibly sexy.
"No way, man. She's being awesome. Can you imagine how 99 percent of other mothers, including my own, would've reacted to this? She's going to let us be together."
"Yeah, I guess. Like anyone could stop us, anyway," he chuckles. That gives me the good kind of lump in my throat.
"So, what did she say to you?"
"Mainly that she loves me n' shit... that she doesn't care that I'm gay. She really loves you, too, dude. She told me that if I ever hurt you, she'd disown me," we laugh again. Denise uses that line on him a lot. She thinks that he'd be absolutely helpless without her.
"Did she tell you she gave me a key to your place?"
"Yeah, that was kinda great."
"What about that 'we're infatuated and not in love' stuff?"
"Who cares what she thinks? We know the truth, right?"
"Yeah. I know I love you," I sigh.
"Well, I love you and I'm infatuated with you," he says sweetly. I chuckle, but I feel like I could fly.
"Yeah, me too. Did she tell you she heard us fooling around?"
"Yeah... so humiliating. She told me from now on that if we needed some alone time, to just go in my room and turn on some music and she wouldn't bother us.... either that or take care of things when she isn't home."
"You know it, G," we chuckle. "So what are you wearing?" he asks curiously.
"Me? I'm totally naked and strokin' my dick," I try to say as seriously as I can.
"Oooh, hot. Send me a pic," he whispers.
"Ok, but I think there's something wrong with the camera on my phone. It might look like I'm wearing a t-shirt and sleep pants, but I'm not. What are you wearing?"
"I'm wearing the Cubs t-shirt that you became intimately familiar with yesterday... and nothing else."
"It's clean now, but I was thinking I might get it a little dirty," he whispers.
"Ok, hang up and send me a pic and call me right back."
I pull down my shorts and grab my boner with my right hand and hold the camera up over my left shoulder. I look up at the phone so I can get my face and my dick in the shot at the same time. I make a kissy face as I snap the picture. Perfect. I send it to Luke and await his pic.
It soon arrives. He's lifting his shirt up over his pecs so I can see his abs and dick very clearly. Man, I wish I was there with him. The phone vibrates.
"You know, G, you're pretty damn cute," he says before I can say anything.
"Thanks, I kinda think the same about you."
"Stay on the phone with me while I jack off."
"Yeah, baby," I give him my best porn voice.
"So what would you do to me if you were here right now?" he whispers.
"First, I think I'd turn on some music," we giggle. "Then I think I'd pay a little attention to your abs, as you reminded me how hot they are. I'd start by running my fingers over them lightly, feeling every little groove." I can hear him breathing heavy. "Then, I'd start licking and kissing them all over, gettin' sloppy all over you."
"Fuck yeah, G," he gasps.
I've uploaded his picture on my computer screen and I'm jacking off while looking at it and talking to him.
"Now by this time, I'm sure you have lots of precum for me, so I go down and slurp it up."
"Yeah, I do," I can barely hear his voice through his panting.
"Then I'd wrap my hot mouth around your cock and start tonguing the head while I jerk it off with my hand."
"Ohhhhhh yeah, I'm gonna nut."
"Unnhh... me too. I'm down in between your legs. My tongue is sticking out and I'm jerking you off into my open mouth. I'm smiling up at you and our eyes are locked. You feel me start to cum on your leg..." I hear a crash and I don't hear him breathing anymore. I'm guessing he dropped the phone. It's probably a good thing as I start to spurt all over my chest and stomach. Damn, I'm good at phone sex.
"Fuck, G! That was so hot!" he finally gets back on the phone.
"Yeah, but I think I still prefer being in the same room with you."
"Yeah, me too."
"So, I've decided what I wanna do when you come over after school tomorrow."
"I hope it's not helping you with your math homework."
"Shut up," he laughs. "First, I wanna get you naked."
"I think I'm gonna have to jerk off again while I'm listening to this." I wrap my hand around my dick as a tingle runs through it. "Are you gonna be naked, too?"
"Ahh, yeah. Naked and fuckin' boned."
"That's a good start."
"Then, I'm gonna sit on the couch, and you're gonna straddle me on my lap, just like yesterday."
"I hope you want me to kiss you cuz I won't be able to resist."
"Yeah, you'll kiss me all right, and I'll kiss you."
"But that's all you can do."
"I just want to kiss you… really deep and really slow . We can't move any other part of our bodies. I wanna see if we can cum just from kissing and nothing else."
"I'm sure we can cuz I just did when you were describing that," I say, panting. "I can't wait to do that."
"Yeah, me too. Fuck, we're gonna have to make it through another whole school day with that on our minds."
"It's gonna be tough, but it's gonna be worth it."
"Yeah… Fuck. I gotta finish my homework, dude. Text me in a couple hours," he yawns.
"Good boy... doing your homework! I'm so proud of you!"
"Bite me," he chuckles.
"Anyway, I gotta go, too. I love you, Luke."
"Love you, too."
I hang up and start to wipe myself clean. My phone vibrates again almost immediately. He's sent me another picture. I quickly open it. He's got a goofy grin on his face with his tongue hanging out. His Cubs t-shirt has streaks and drops of cum all over it. I guess I did my job well.
"This is a keeper," I say to myself as I upload it to my computer.
I get myself back in order and head for the bathroom to brush my teeth. I see David coming out of the bathroom, so I lean up against the wall to give him enough room to pass. He stops right in front of me and gives me a hateful glare.
"I know you're a fucking fraud. I just want you to know right now that I'm going to be the one that takes you down."
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