Markwildyr.com,Post #263

 

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Today, we conclude the story of AhabJames Chaplain… or Captain, or more commonly Cap’n to his peers.

 

He doesn’t like his name, but fromthe first installment we know that’s not the worst of his problems. He likeshis neighbor but succumbs to another former schoolmate. He enjoyed theencounter but wonders why he’s so blue.

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CAP’N,CAP’N

The next week, our own schoolbreak began, and Josh took me by surprise by inviting me to go to the lake withhim. Of course, going to the lake had only one connotation to me. The oneassociated with Hal. That forced me to admit what I’d been denying for a longtime. Man, would I like to get together with him. I mean, really gettogether. He was the sexiest person I’d ever known, but I’d considered himunapproachable. What does the team quarterback need with a dweeb. Well, maybenot a dweeb. I do play soccer and tennis and a little golf. But you know what Imean. He goes out with babes… and from talk around school, he got a few of themtoo.

“Too late for ice fishing andtoo early for reel fishing,” I said, having no idea if that was correct or not.”

“Don’t much care if I catchany or not. Just want to get away from everything and everyone for a while. Thoughtyou might like to tag along. I’m gonna pitch a tent and stay for a couple ofnights.”

My insides did-flip-flops.Anticipation or dread? I didn’t know. Nonetheless, I said the words. “Sure, whynot.”

Monday morning, I tossed my backpackin the trunk of Josh’s Duster, and we headed for the lake twenty-five miles upin the hills. Wasn’t like with Hal, Josh didn’t say much of anything, but itwas easy to see he was already enjoying getting out of town. That prompted meto relax a little—lay aside the anxiety over what might or might not happen. Iknew one thing for sure. The whole school knew we were going camping for acouple of days. And I wasn’t exactly the natural camping companion for apopular guy like Josh. That would prompt a few questions when we got back. Tohell with it. Relax and enjoy the lake. Deal with the other later.

Like Hal, he wanted a secludedplace for our campsite, but we worked well together. I’d pitched a few tents ontrips with my father and older brother, so I carried my weight. When camp wasready, we strolled down to the lake with old-fashioned fishing poles, and to mysurprise, caught enough for our dinner. Josh gutted and cleaned, I cooked.

After a surprisingly tastydinner of fried fish, biscuits, and beans, we sat around the campfire in thegathering gloom, still not talking much but amazingly comfortable. As the nightprogressed, he did start to unwind and talk a little about school and comingcollege and what life might hold in the future. He wanted to be an Air Forcefighter pilot. I was still bouncing around between archaeologist and lawyer.The lawyer thing was probably hanging in there because that’s what my dad was.

Sometime late that night, we dousedthe fire, stripped to our underwear, and got into our sleeping bags. Then everythingwas quiet and peaceful—well, not completely. Don’t know if you’ve noticed, butthe forest has a sound all it’s own at night. The lake wasn’t big, but sizeableenough so that the water lapped at the shore. A noisy loon to the west keptcalling to another to the north. Peaceful.

Except my insides were raging.Here I was lying half-naked beside the hunkiest guy in town, and my roilingstomach wouldn’t let me forget it. I knew he wasn’t asleep. He moved around inhis sack a little too much. That brought on another rush of adrenaline. Was he…?Naw, wasn’t that kind of moving around.

I must have lain there for aquarter of an hour before he spoke.

“You asleep?”

“Uh-uh, enjoying the silencetoo much.”

He gave a nervous laugh. “Yeah,makes you miss all the noise in town.”

“Not much.”

Cap’n… uh, Jimbo. I beenwanting to talk to you.”

“I live right next door.Available anytime.”

“Yeah, but the time neverseemed right.”

“Now it does?” I asked.

“Yeah, sorta. But I’m havingtrouble getting started.”

“Spit it out.”

So he did. “You ever thinkabout sex?”

“Only about seventy-fivepercent of the time”

“Not asking you to tell talesout of school, but do you score?”

I thought of Hal. “Not veryoften. You?”

Silence… then, “Not as much asI should.”

That caught my interest. “Whatdo you mean?”

Silence again. Longer thistime. “Can you keep a secret?”

“Sure. Better’n most I know.”

“I… I…. Oh, crap, I havetrouble getting interested with somebody I know.”

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, God, I hope you mean itwhen you say you don’t rat. Truth is, I’ve only got one girl… here at home thatis. But when I go on football trips, I get more’n I can handle.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

“I dunno. Thought maybe you’dknow.”

“Me? Why me?”

“Of everyone in town, you keepthe kids guessing about your sex life.”

“What you’re saying is youwant to know if I’m gay.”

“No, that’s not what I’masking.” Silence. “Well, maybe.”

“Okay, then I’m not. Well,maybe I am.”

“Which is it?”

“I don’t really know. I… well,I got it on with someone last year. A guy.”

“Yeah, Hal Barton.”

That gave me a start. “He toldeverybody?”

“Just about.”

“Aw, crap!” I dry-washed myface. “He’s the one who started it.”

“Yeah, he would be. When itcomes to sex, he’s a sleazebag. Otherwise, he’s a decent guy.”

As I lay in humiliation, anothersilence grew. Finally.

“But that’s why I thought youmight explain my problem.”

“You hankering for a guy?” Iblurted, halfway hopeful, halfway dreadful.

“No. Well… maybe. You see, Idon’t seem to have any parameters. If I see a person and find them attractive,doesn’t seem to matter whether they’re a guy or a gal.”

“You saying you’re bi-sexual?”

“Maybe. But it seems differentto me. I dunno how to say it, except I don’t have a type. It might be a sexygirl, a he-man guy, a fem guy, a butch girl. It’s just something that clicks inmy brain—” He gave an embarrassed laugh. “—or more to the point in my gonads.”

“Have you ever heard ofpolysexual?”

“Yeah, and omni and poly andall the rest. But I don’t understand them.”

I snickered. “I don’t either. Ijust know I like Betsy and would like to get into her pants. And,” I addedhesitantly, “I really dug what Hal and I did.”

“What did you do?”

“I did him, he did me,” Isaid, hoping that would be enough.

“Uh….”

Okay, I blew him and he blewme.”

“Did you ever do the other?”

“Uh-uh. Why, you interested?”

He gave a sigh that kinda got medown in the guts. “Maybe, but that’s the rest of my problem.”

“Which is?”

“I might be interested insomebody, but if I know them, then the will isn’t there. With a stranger, it’sokay. Guy or gal, it’s okay. I’m one sick dude.”

“Naw. You’re you with your ownwants and don’ts.”

“Does my confession make you lookat me differently,” he asked.

“Differently… yeah. Down onyou… nah. But you know, somehow I think your problem might be better than mine.I’ve been wanting to get with you for years, but didn’t know how. You know,afraid of losing a friend. You don’t have to worry about that because you onlygo after strangers. If they’re not interested, no big deal.”

“Doesn’t seem that simple tome.”

I thought for a minute. “You…you wanna try it? No matter how it comes out, nobody has to know.”

“You’d know.” A long, longsilence grew, and then, “Okay, I’ll try. No promises, but I’ll try.”

And try he did. He’d get abouthalfway erect, and then he’d deflate. Me, I about ripped my shorts with the monsterI sported.

“You really dig it,” he said,acknowledging that fact.

“With you, I do,” I panted.

At long last, he flopped onhis back. “Sorry, just can’t do it.”

“Hell, you can’t” I mutteredand came up on him. “Just think of me as a stranger you came up on at the lakeand seduced into your tent.”

With that, I went to work. Onehand worked at his sac and his butt, the other wandered his really fine chest,while my mouth went to work.

And that did the job. Boy, didthat do the job. I’m not sure we got more than an hour’s sleep that night.Every time one of us got it off, the other was ready again. Talk abouteighteen-year-old stamina!

Magnificent.

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Apparentlyscience is coming around to the view many Native American tribes have held foryears. There are many genders out there. Cap’n and Josh are working hard toidentify theirs.

 

My new anthology,Huntinghawk,was released in February as an Ebook by JMS Books with theprint version to follow soon. Hope you’ll give it a read.

 

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See you later.

 

 

Mark

 

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