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The exhaustion was setting in. Three days of non-stop travelling were taking their toll on me, not to mention my poor old car. My friend Isaiah and I were dragging my stuff to Florida, where I would be attending college at the month’s end. We knew the junker had no business going to the corner store much less on a five day road-trip, but somehow we had convinced ourselves it would be fun. That little delusion was quickly vanishing, with two days left to drive.
"Dude, we gotta get some gas"
"Huh? Shit."
In my trance I had lost track, and we now only had a needlewidth or so left, and that wouldn’t be taking us very far. Within another mile or two a sign popped into sight, and we pulled in just as the sun began to set. As I filled the car, I looked around and noticed a dozen or so buildings out back nestled in amongst the trees. I realized they were cabins, and after three days of grabbing the odd hour or two of sleep in a moving vehicle, I wasn’t about to pass the opportunity up.
"Zay, I’m gonna rent us a cabin for the night. I’m tired of sleeping in this fucking thing."
"Sounds good."
I suppose I should give you a little detail. Isaiah (or Zay as he prefers) is my closest friend, and has been since before either of us can remember. His mother moved in next door just before I was born, and a couple months after I was born she had him. He’s always been the smaller of us two, pretty much the stereotypical "skinny nerd" kid, glasses, freckles and all. His mom held him back in school for a year, so he was always a grade behind me. I’ve never been a super muscular guy, but you could never accuse me of being "skinny" or "small", so I used my size to keep people from bothering him too much. We did everything together, and more than once I got us both in trouble.
I paid the guy at the counter for the gas and room, and pulled the car up to the cabin. I grabbed a change of clothes and my razor, prompting him to do the same. After three days on the road, a shower and shave were very much needed. He jumped in first, and I surveyed the little room. One double bed, one ridiculously small couch, two night tables and a T.V. The guy had said there was only one bed per room, but funding was tight, so I figured I’d sleep on the couch. Even though it was barely big enough for one asscheek, it was still better than the 25 year old bench seats in my car. I chucked my clothes on the bed and turned the T.V. on. The water stopped after a bit, and the curtain rings rattled on the rod. He emerged, followed by a cloud of steam.
"Watch the hot, the handle doesn’t work right"
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A couple hours had passed since we’d stopped, and my watch read 11pm. There was nothing to do, so we’d been watching sitcom re-runs to while away the time. I rolled onto my back, and stared at the ceiling. After a moment Isaiah turned off the T.V. and lamp, leaving only the lights from the service station and the moon to silouhette the room. For a long time everything was quiet, and just when I thought he was asleep, Zay spoke.
"You remember my 14th birthday? When we got all that porn and rum?"
"Yeah."
"I gotta tell you something. I’ve wanted to since that night, but I never could. You’re going away, and if I don’t say it now I never will. After you fell asleep...."
He didn’t need to say it, but I didn’t stop him. I hadn’t fallen asleep that night at all, I’d simply laid there with my eyes closed. He had waited a while, and finally worked up the courage to do what he’d been dreaming about. He’d slipped off his bed and laid next to me on the floor, and after a moment I felt his hand creeping up my thigh toward my crotch. He felt me through my boxers for a while first, and when he was comfortable that I wouldn’t wake up, he’d slipped his hand under the waistband and stroked me until I was leaking precum all over. He whispered into my ear as he did it, saying how he’d been wanting to do this for so long, and how he was sorry that he would be too embarassed and scared to ever try this while I was awake. He was playing with himself too, and though I’d never thought about him or any guy sexually, I was hornier than I’d ever been. It was all I could do to lay there, pretending I was asleep. He’d spunked inside his boxers, and left me laying there with a raging hardon and soaking underwear until morning. I’d pretended I knew nothing of what happened, mostly to save him the embarrassment.
"And the night you stayed over at my house, the night that guy beat you up. After you fell asleep, I layed with you all night, massaging you gently and kissing your forehead. I know this probably means you hate me now, and that we can’t be friends. But.... I think I love you, man."
"I know what you did Zay. I was awake both times."
He was very quiet, and I knew from his breathing he was extremely nervous. I got up off the couch, and lay down on the little bed next to him. Not quite sure what to do, I placed my hand on top of his and kissed his cheek softly. He startled a little, and sighed in relief. He turned to me and hugged me, and he laughed a little.
"I was sure you’d kill me."
I didn’t say anything. I just layed there with my arms around him, our foreheads touching. Now what? After 20 years of friendship, he tells me two days from us being far apart from each other that he thinks he loves me.
"Zay? You’re taking a year off before college like I did, right?"
"Yeah"
"Move with me. Stay with me in Florida. I’ve got my own apartment there, there’s lots of room."
I could see him smile broadly in the dim light. He laughed, and hugged me so tight it almost hurt. I knew his answer was yes.
"Zay?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you too."
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