Markwildyr.com,Post #266

 

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BIG APOLOGY for missing mypost date on the twenty-third, but I had an excuse. I fell and hit my head, soI was confined to the hospital. Have recovered, but am reminded of mymortality. As a result, this will be my last post.

 

Let me say that again. THIS WILLBE MY LAST POST.

 

Last time, Rick Speare had shown upto ease Weldon’s estrangement from his BFF and secret crush, Jaime Jiron. Theywere quite different in appearance and nature, but Weldon was coping. Let’s seewhat happens.

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WELDON’S BIG MISTAKE

 

I didn’t exactly transfer myallegiance to Rick… that wasn’t what he was after. He just wanted what hewanted when he wanted where he wanted. And there was enough of that, at leastfor me. Even though my thoughts remained with Jaime, it was Rick who gave mewhat I finally realized I wanted. He wasn’t respectful about it, tended to dissme, but when he applied his sexual skills, I forgot all about the disdain. Onbalance, the rewards were worth the pettiness.

One Friday afternoon, he caughtme coming off the field and led me to what was becoming “our place,” deep inthe trees at the park. Of course, I knew what he intended, and privatelyadmitted I wanted it, as well.

As soon as we arrived, a kidnamed Marcus pushed off from a tree trunk he was resting against and flashed agrin. “Hi, guys. About gave you up.”

Immediately, I was caughtbetween two emotions. The fact Rick had invited him to participate was obvious,which alarmed me. But this kid was delicious, and that brought another kind offeeling. Marcus was dark, but Mediterranean dark, not Hispanic dark. Nonethelesshe instantly reminded me of Jaime. Black, curly hair spilled over his forehead,and his smile devastated anyone within twenty feet.

“What… what’s this, Rick?” Istuttered.

“Told Marcus how good youwere, and he wanted to see for himself.”

“Without asking me?”

“Why ask you?” The questioncame in all innocence. This guy wasn’t exactly Mr. Sensitive.

“Because it’s me you’revolunteering,” I snapped.

Marcus’ face fell. “You got aproblem with me being here?”

He looked good even whendisappointed.

“Not the point. He didn’t askme. Hell, he didn’t even tell me.”

“So I’m telling you,” Ricksaid, stepping up behind me and butting me with his groin.

Before I knew it, I was on allfours, my sweats down around my knees with Rick grunting at my back door.

“Go… on,” he mumbled. “Takecare of… uh, my friend.”

“That’s okay,” Marcus said,starting to back away.

Spurred by his threatenedretreat, I clasped his long, strong thighs and pulled him forward. “’S okay,” Imumbled his crotch in my face, “You’re here, might as well join in.”

I tugged down his trousers andalmost rued my words. This guy might be built thin, but he made up for lostweight by what he stored in his pants. And it was growing by the second. I evenheard a gasp from Rick who was busy at my backside. Marcus squatted on hisheels when Rick pushed me flat of my belly atop his jacket, and they both hadat me. Not unpleasantly, either. Rick made it first, which carried me alongwith him, while the hunky new kid threw himself at my mouth. Seemed he tookforever to start and then forgot to stop. This guy really came.

After that, we sort of fellinto a pattern. Marcus came back for more, which pleased me. Not only did heperform well, he was pleasant to look at and reminded me of Jaime. We seldomdid a threesome again, but I saw both of them often enough to keep me sated.

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One day near the end ofschool, I came home to find Jaime sitting, arms folded across his chest, on theedge of the front porch. He was obviously waiting for me, which gave my heart awrench.

“Hi,” I said uncertainly.

“’Lo.”

An awkward silence for amoment.

“Surprised to see you,” Isaid, breaking it.

“Yeah. I know. Look, Weldon…I, uh, I dunno how to say this except straight out. You’re getting a rep aroundschool, and just thought you oughta know.”

“Rep?”

“Yeah. Rick Speare’s beentalking trash about you. D-dunno if it’s true or not, but he’s blabbing.” Heshrugged and said it again. “Just thought you oughta know.”

“What about Marcus?”

He glanced at me sharply. “Whatabout Marcus?”

My cheeks burned, and I couldn’tmeet his gaze. “Never mind.”

His mouth dropped open. “Marcustoo?”

I went scarlet then. “Rickstarted it. Right… right after I opened my big mouth to you. Matter of factthat’s how he came at me. Guessed Jaime wasn’t screwing me anymore, so thoughthe’d pick up the slack.”

It was his time to flush. “Iwasn’t….”

“Yeah. Told him that neverhappened.”

“But he didn’t believe you,”Jaime said.

I shook my head. “Nope.Anyway, that’s how he got to me.”

“And Marcus?”

I shrugged, ashamed to say he’dbeen invited along. “Just happened. It was….” I clamped my mouth shut.

“It was what?”

I studied his beautiful, browneyes and decided to answer honestly. “As close as I could get to the real thing…you.”

He dropped his eyes andstudied his hands clasped in front of him. Silence reigned for a full minutebefore he spoke.

“I considered coming back and…you know, offering to try it with you.”

I licked dry lips. “Still can.”

He met my gaze, and I almostwent giddy. Then he slowly shook his head.

“No. I really considered itseriously. Even tried… you know, doing it to myself thinking about you. Didn’twork. And I’d feel even worse if I tried with you and failed. The only thing Ican offer is an apology for treating you the way I did and try to get my friendback. But not if he expects… you know.”

“Jaime, I’ll take you as afriend any way I can get you. I’ve had a hole in my heart ever since that day.”

“Let’s fix that. How about wepitch the ball some?”

“Can make you drop it.”

“You haven’t so far.” The grinmelting my heart died. “I guess it’s okay to keep seeing Marcus. He seems likean okay guy. But Rick?”

“He’s history,” I said.

We burned gloves for an hour,and it seemed like we’d recaptured what we’d lost… almost. Something hadchanged, but we’d reestablished our friendship as best we could. There was justthe shadow of another slender, dark-headed Adonis in the background. Of course,there was the shade of a dark-haired Maria over his shoulder, as well. All apart of growing up, I finally decided.

 

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How appropriatethat my last post ends up with both disappointment and acceptance, becauseafter over ten years of faithfully posting to a blog, the decision to quit broughtboth a sense of emptiness and relief.

Farewell,readers, I will miss you. The site will be left up so that future readers canread any of the stories they wish. But nothing new is coming.

 

Again, thank youfor reading.

 

My new anthology,Huntinghawk, has now been released by JMS Books as a print version. Hopeyou’ll give it a read.

 

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Website and blog: markwildyr.com

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Now mymantra: Keep on reading. Keep on writing.You have something to say, so say it!  

 

Mark

 

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