Markwildyr.com,Post #264

 

Weldon’s Big Mistake(Part 1 of 2 Parts)

 

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Hope you liked the little ditty aboutour own Cap’n Ahab. Flights of fancy take us in all directions, don’t they?

 

This week, we’ll start another. Hopeyou enjoy it.

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WELDON’S BIG MISTAKE

 

I’ve known my best bud in allthe world ever since I can remember because we grew up together in this NorthernNew Mexico town with the unlikely name of Blinkton. All its inhabitants areknown far and wide as Blinkies. But Jaime Jiron and I didn’t really bond asfriends until sixth grade when I baked him up when two of the school’s biggestbullies ganged up on him on the schoolyard.

That takes some explainingtoo. Best I can figure, Northern New Mexico is different from the rest of thestate. The Hispanic families that settled here are closer to their Spanishroots than most of the rest of the Latin families. Doesn’t make any sensebecause they’re farther removed than everyone south of us. But, of course,people south of there are Mexicans, not Spaniards. The distinction was meaninglessto me, but apparently carried weight with them.

That’s one side of the coin.The other is that some of the Anglos in the area seemed to be bigger bigotsthan usual. Anglos… that’s how we describe families descended from Europeannations other than Spain. From what I hear, the two populations pretty wellkept apart from one another socially until sometime in the twentieth century. Iwasn’t around then, so I can’t vouch for it, but that’s my understanding.

I’d seen Jaimie around all thetime before that fateful day, but we hadn’t exchanged anything other than howdysand holas. Even so, I’d admired him for as long as I could remember. Admiredhis shiny, black hair, flamenco-dancer physique, flawless bronze skin, and oh,so many other things I could list. But for some reason, I’d honored thatcultural divide—or whatever it was—even though we went to the same school,often sitting in the same class. Didn’t have anything against him, we justlived in two different worlds.

But after I took his side thatday—and a whopping, I might add—we’ve been as close as brothers. And that’s theway I thought of us… brothers. Until last week when I hit eighteen. I hiteighteen and eighteen hit me back… hard.

My world turned upside downwhen Jaime started dating Maria Saiz. We’d double-dated lots of times, but thiswas different. He wanted to be alone with her. Alone with her meant there wasno room for Weldon Brown… that’s me, by the way. And something whopped me sohard right between the eyes I had to sit down for some introspection. Because thatsure as shooting felt like jealousy. And after I cogitated on it, that’sexactly what it was. I was jealous of Maria. How can that be?

That led to a lot morethinking, and the answer I came up with didn’t do anything to make me feel any better.I wanted Jaime all to myself. Why? We were friends, buds, pals… but that wasn’tthe answer. I wanted him. For myself. Alone.

That brought me face to face withthe yearning deep down inside me I’d been ignoring. When I said I wanted him, that’sexactly what I meant. I wanted his mind, his body, his… love. Adifferent kind of love than the deep bond we already shared.

When the truth struck, Imuttered aloud. “My God, I’m queer for him!”

I glanced around to see ifanyone had heard, but I was alone in my own bedroom. Thank goodness, because I’dsprouted the biggest erection I’d ever had in my life. So I took care of it,and sure enough, the image of Jaime Jiron never left my head all the waythrough. As I was spouting my seed, my left hand was making a motion like I hadhim in hand trying to bring him to the beautiful place I was.

But after the last throes ofejaculation faded, I went blue. Jaime wasn’t here with me. I hadn’t touched hisfascinating flesh. We hadn’t shared a delicious orgasm. He was off somewherewith Maria, and I was here alone. Had they gone all the way? Had he shot hisseed into her?

My world turned sideways.

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I must not have been myselfthe next day, because Jaime kept shooting me sideways looks, and once evenasked what was wrong.

“Nothing,” I answered.

We finished baseball practice,and tarried in the town’s little park on the way home. He dropped onto a benchwhile I settled across from him. God, he was handsome! My glance took in hisrangy form, and I imagined the fullness of his groin hidden from my sight bythe concrete table.  I suddenly wanted—needed—tosee it, so I dropped my glove on the ground and bent to retrieve it. Yep, fulland inviting.

I came up and flopped my gloveon the picnic table a little harder than intended. His chocolate mousse eyes searchedmy face. “What’s up, bro?”

“Nothing.” Did I sound short?

“Don’t try to snow me, man.Something’s bothering you. It’s been hanging all over your face all day.”

“Don’t wanna talk about it. Tellme, how was your date with Maria last night?”

He grinned, almost stopping myheart. “Great. Went to the lake after the movie.”

“What for?”

He cocked an eyebrow. “Why doyou think?”

“You make a home run?”

His grin died… then returned. “Morelike third base.”

My heart soared and then droppedto the ground. Did third base mean she made him come? How? Every way but theway it counted, probably.

“See! There it is again. What youwant’s hanging all over your face. Spit it out, man.”

Did I dare? I looked at thathandsome, sexy face and was tempted.

“Weldon, when were we not ableto talk to one another?”

Weldon. He always called meWell… unless it was something serious.

“Come on, bro, this is me. Youcan tell me anything you like.”

I swallowed hard and wentlight-headed. “I… I want you, Jaime. Want you like you want Maria. I want youto want me instead of her.”

His mouth dropped and thensnapped shut. “Crap, man, I thought you were gonna tell me you wanted to go toAlbuquerque for a Isotopes game or something. Not something like that.”

“I-I’m sorry. Shoulda—”

“I pushed you into it. Butthat’s not gonna fly, man. Sorry.”

He got up and walked away. Isat as I was and despite my misery, couldn’t help but notice his manly stride.His grace. His….

Shit, Weldon, you fucked up.

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As we all knowfrom experience, that’s a good way to lose a friend. I wonder if Weldon will beable to repair his relationship with Jaime? Hope so. We’ll see next week.

 

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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Mark

 

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