Testing 1 2 3 - Story Time Blog

I thought there had been a mistake at first. I look back at the room number on the door, the number on the paper, and the kid on the bed.

He said hello, Josh Martin from Portland.

I was born in Portland, I am Jeff Mason, Lebanon PA. Dude you should throw show shorts on I can see your junk. His underwear was see through.

Oh, sorry I was zoning out. Josh pulls a pair of shorts out of a drawer and puts them on.

He returns to his bed as he watches me unpack my stuff.

I asked what kind of music do you like? He replied all but but heavy metal. He explains he plays a saxophone and prefers Jazz music.

My father has turned me on David Sanborn David Sanborn was a seminal figure in contemporary pop and jazz music. When my dad was my age and I happen to have his music on my phone. He falls back on his bed turned and looked at me like he just saw a vision of the Holy Mother.

He actually does zone out. Testing 1 2 3 Josh?

He calls it a intense focus issue. I smile at his reaction and ask. How old are you bro?

Seventeen... next week.

I stopped unpacking and sat down on my bed looking at him. How does that happen?

I find out over the next forty-five minutes I might be rooming with one of the smart individuals in the United States. Look out Mr. Musk. He is here to test out of classes. Due to the fact he is under the age of eighteen his parents were putting limitation and restrictions on how college happens. Josh had written and published his first book in high school. A novel about a really smart kid and high school. He made a killing, and it was on the bestseller list for over a year. This summer Josh went to court and got his independence from his parents. Instead he now has a lawyer.

I had a little sister his age and I snap a pic and send a brief wiz kid bio with it. She said Send me a pic when he is eighteen. He has muscles and a six pack. Bigger than me at age including his semi naked parts. Then my mother calls me, after my sister shows her the roommate pic. She lays in with her top ten questions before taking a breath. I said out loud and to both of them. I refuse to talk about the person in the room like they are not in the room. Then a knock on the door. Some guy named Allen.

This just crazier by the paragraph. Turns out Allen is Josh's X boyfriend from high school. He is my age. He is returning a few books he borrowed. What is with Portland is everyone super smart there? I fell very uneducated all the sudden. I finally hear my mother's screaming on my cell phone. Opps.

The last thing she heard was X gay and boyfriend. I said the saga continues I will call you tomorrow with more information. The X boyfriend leaves but is two floors down. I ask my new roommate how long has he been a X.

Josh says almost a year but we still hook up sometimes. He was having sex at fifteen. I was I was that smart.

He explains that it is not like we had a lot of choices of people for a relationship or that we trusted enough to have semi casual sex.

This was too much input for one day. I hung a few thing up in my closet and threw the rest in a drawer or three. I grab a fanny pack and my cell phone and explain I am going for a walk and a phone call. I exit the building pull out a joint take two huge hits and start walking. Not sure why but I called my X girlfriend in Portland. I pretty sure she was having sex when I called and answer the phone anyway and then dropped the phone. I think she yelled call me back later. I am still a virgin, and that was my last girlfriend. Something is very wrong.

I finally started to feel high and I relaxed the night air was cool breezy. I turn around and head back to my room. Looking to find what room is ours. My almost seventeen year old college level roommate has had a sexual relationship and moved on. I have made out with a girl and I am almost nineteen.

I get in front of the building and my father calls. He wants information this is important. I need to ask my roommate the name of his teacher in third grade. Where he went to school.

He said call me back. I go up stairs Josh was listen to music and reading a book.

He asks. Did you get high?

I asked where did you go to third grade, and do you remember the name of your teacher?

Cannon Elementary and Mrs. Black. I was impressed I had no idea I get to fifth grade and stop. I text my dad the info and get ready to crash. Dad called me back and sent me a text.

Dad sent me a picture my third grade class picture. In the picture I and another boy are kissing on the lips. This was a huge issue because he was only six and they were concerned about him advancing to fast. My family moved out of state that summer.

Dad is freaking. How do you know he is not stalking you. Are you sure you are safe? I said relax and call me in the morning. If I don't answer call campus security. I hang up and ask are you aware we might have met before.

I would have remember you. Josh says. Were you cute back then?

I show him the picture my dad texted.

He burst into tears and started screaming, Oh my God, Oh my God . He reaches in a drawer pulls out the same picture cropped to just the two boys and framed. How can this happen. He took some medication. He was hyperventilating I grab a bag and he seem to know what to do with it. He left the room and took off walking down the hallway, I followed. It was on the third lap from end to the other he started to calm down

He took the bag down and would through calculations Josh Martin and Jeff Mason were both born in Portland. I was born in January of 2004 He was born in Sept. 2005. I was a year a nine months older. But on paper a year older. I start school in 2009 Josh started in 2010.

Our Social Security numbers were exactly 999 numbers difference. Josh seem to think that means they were applied for on the same day.

I called and talked to my dad with Josh in the room and on speaker. Dad explain it was a problem because it happened every chance the two of you got. to see each other. They just were not as vigilant as they should have been. Dad makes it clear after we moved there was never any other issues. You grew up liking girls. My father was worried about my sexuality.

Josh took me out on the fire escaped and took two hits off of that joint. It was his second time getting high. I was confused because he did not act gay or sound gay. In fact his voice was oddly deep. Like a radio announcement. His lips were huge for a boy. Maybe his eye lashes. We both went to bed looking at that picture of us from ten years eerily. The last thing I remember is Josh saying this was fate.

The last few hits off that joint had my head spinning. I am running into friends and relatives and we are all wearing that see same through underwear. Then there I am a eight year old boy in a closet with Josh. I was teaching him how to french kiss. I watch my parents do it all the time. Josh was in love with me and would do anything I asked and did. I wake up to birds and remembering being gay in third grade. But it was only with Josh.

We actually went to a therapist together and talked about what we did remember. How to deal with all that information. First we are different people now. We need to get to know each other all over again. We were little boys copying what are parents did. Including the love part. Our parents were not huggers, or holder of children, they want us to be problem solvers, and learn to be independent. At six and eight years old we not gay we were in love. The adults made it gay not us. We just found someone that wanted to be loved too.

He was so desperate for me to be gay, to say yes.

I ask... Let us say we try this experiment of us the worse case scenario is. It did not work out I am not gay after all.

If you are not gay there's nothing I can do so we remain best friends without benefits.

My worse case scenario is I fall in love come out as gay, and you dump me for someone better.

He simply replied I am not that kind of person, I fall in love forever I still love that guy in the picture. That is you right? Are you still that guy Jeff?

I am eighteen years old and making decisions that will alter my life no matter with way I choose. My father and mother are going insane. Then I get a text from my 16 year old little sister.

You are not that good looking no one is ever going to love you more the he does. If it lasts a year it will be worth it. You will be better for the next one. Fall in LOVE idiot. you are supposed to LOVE HIM BACK.

I look over at him. he is speed reading a huge book. I see his eyes following every line yet he asks. What was the text? He keeps reading.

I was thinking we should trying sleeping in my bed tonight.

He closed the book and stood to put it away. Slips off his shorts and walks over to my bed.

I stand drop my shorts put back the sheet and say you first. I was gay the second I laid down next to him and we were both extremely happy about that fact.

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