It was our grand escape for all the wrong reasons. Two juvenile delinquents that grew up together. Chicago to San Diego my car, Paco's money, I was nineteen to his twentyone and this was going to solve all our problems. We just needed to get away from here.
We give away a bunch of junk. I left some boxes at my mom and dad's house. I gave my little brother my ps 5 and 65 games. My mom said he cries when he goes to play it because he misses you. He was truly grateful.
We hit the Arch in St. Louis and got to see the view. Spent too much money on food. Flirted with some college girls. Well, he did. Decided to crash in the car folding the seats back is almost two twin beds. We watch a movie on a tablet. You start to pass out and I insist we have to turn it off. I realize I like arguing with you.
In the darkness of a vantant parking we start to doze off. and you mumble I love you bro. Thanks for doing this. I reply. I love you too and think to myself ...If you only know how much. My mother said he does care but it is just hard for him to show it. That was five years ago when we first met. My mom sees everything.
Waffle house for breakfast our goal was Texas for today. You are in a mood to pick on me for no reason. All fun and games at my expense. Then you get serious and ask my sexual preference. Like he is clueless. After four years of getting in trouble together, the fact I would follow him anywhere.
Note My detention center stay for three months, when he got eight. He was made to perform favors or provide the entertainment. The one and only time he and I did gay stuff was so others could watch. They called us fags, saying straight boys don't make love. It made things worse for him after I left.
To get back to the preference issue I say you know I am in love with you. Why would you ask that question.
He asks. Does that mean you are ready to do gay stuff with me.... dead silence he swallows' hard....for the rest of your life?
I say Sure. I cringe. I get tears in my eyes and do not believe the conversation at a booth at Waffle House and surrounded by rednecks. He never talks like this anything gay. We pay the bill and head for Texas. Immediate destination was Oklahoma City. We almost made it. Then the alternator quit working, along with something else. Then the car is overheating as we coast into a rest area. He pushes us into a parking space with me in the car.
It was getting dark and we had plenty of munchies and bottle of water. Which prompted the idea to smoke one of our five pre rolled joints. We were planning to crash and get a towed in the morning. He has the best laugh and just becomes a little boy when he gets high. The kind looking to get in trouble. All of the sudden that look. Mood changes.
Paco - Now that we are high can I trying kissing you again. See what it is like after five years?
Me - Go for bro I am all yours. He did. We woke up the next morning with one of our hands stuck to other persons body part like glue. Is that like second base for gay dudes. Not only did we need to clean up but the place was now packed with people. We were naked under blankets. It was obvious we were trying to get dressed. People would walk by the front of the car and slow down to watch.
My mom said I am too much of a romantic and I would agree. I believe in faith, loyalty and love. Â Mom tells me to pray to Saint Sebastian he was persecuted for gay stuff. Five years ago what should have been the worst experience in our lives just might have been our best. I swear he heard me.
Paco's speech was We can do this for us not for them. Only you and I are alone in this room. This is just us loving eaching other. I was so afraid it would be too painful and hurt too much. Worse make me hate him.
It just confirmed I was gay and in love with him at fourteen. Another quick word to my saint as we exit the car and go get cleaned up. As fate would come to our rescue a two truck shows up to retrieve an abandoned car. They are kind enough
to take us first.
After three hours an estimate is over what we can afford which means I call my dad. The man hates the guy I am with but asks to talk to him because he is better at this. I am pacing back and forth and they start joking one the phone about my knowledge of cars. For the first time ever my father pays him a compliment. Then he explains he will pay for the car repairs. We have to pay for a hotel room for three days.
Dad zelles me the money, The garage order's the part it should be there later today,. There are three hotels to choose from one block down. To tell them he sent us. We grab backpacks and a duffel bag.
The garage guy sees us and says hang on I will give you a ride on our golf cart. He runs to the back of the lot and shows ups in forty seconds. We load stuff in the golf card and get in. Paco is in front. He stops to tell a co working the following.
Hay tell boss I am giving the gay couple a ride to the hotel I will be right back.
We looked at each other and did not say a word. I was beaming, bright red. We get to the hotel and get checked in . They give us the key and we exit the building to find the room. We get outside and Paco said. We should probably go have gay sex for the first time in five years. Officially come out of the closet as be boyfriends.
Had we not got in trouble when we did out coming out of the closet could have been much different. Sadly that got side track by adults making choices for little gay boys. way before they were ready. We came out of the closet for the whole three days and never looked back. it was better than we ever could have imagined.
Paco stood for for Patrick Anthony Christopher Orthel and he prays to saints too. He was in Foster care his whole life and the only thing he had from his mother was his name. The Saint Christopher medal he wears around his neck. The fact my name was Chris short for Christopher was really import at sixteen. This road trip was Paco's chance to come out. Really slow no pressure. To fall in love all over again. Just so we could have sex again. This time the right way.
We could not be more connected, or more in love. it was we finally got to be us for the first time in our lives. We left that hotel room like we had been married for the last five years. People knew just by looking those two guys love each other. You can see it in everything they do. Five years ago being called the gay couple would have started a fight. Now we just smile. That's Gay Pride for ya.
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