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Shit. Shit, shit. Shit.
Adrian thinks to himself before shakingly pressing a finger on the “download” button on the App Store.
The app reads “Grindr.” “A place for gay men to converse and hookup.”
Is this really what he should be doing? What would his mother think of this?
It doesn’t matter. Not in this moment. Adrian sheer is lonely, and needs to satisfy his urges at that fact.
He feels primitive, and icky. Why is he doing this? Why? He thinks to himself.
But, it’s too late. Adrian’s urges got the best of him today, and Adrian, a straight man, has pressed the download button on a gay man’s app.
He can’t deny it anymore.
Since Adrian was twelve years old, he has always felt… different. Adrian has felt there is something deeply broken with him, that seems like a shard of glass stabbing his character. The shard plagues him. Every day. Adrian was always raised as a good Christian boy. Loving parents, darla and Rob, raised their boy to be on the standards of the lord above. They raised their boy better then this. To be broken. To be unloved. Would Adrian ever satisfy this need for love; for compassion, he thought. Adrian has felt different for words that he doesn’t want to say. He feels a massive, groggy feeling when these words are used. Why does it feel so.. sinking?
The simple words; “I’m gay.”
Why do they hurt? But this doesn’t matter. Not in this moment. Adrian can feel his heart throbbing at the site of what he has just done.
Adrian Sheer, a good Christian man, has downloaded the worlds gayest app.
And why so?
Brandon Keebler is a bi man. He was raised differently. Brandon Keebler has always been athletic, an outgoing guy, and a sporty one. Brandon Keebler enjoys watching the Maple Leafs play on TV. He laughs with his dad, Steven, as the funny miller commercial comes on TV. “MILLER!” It screams. They laugh at the sight of it.
The game ends. Brandon’s dad is fast asleep, while the Budweiser he just drank plagues his mind.
Brandon Keebler needs someone to laugh with sports with. He needs someone other then his dad.
He thinks to himself; “I’m 24 and I don’t watch any sports with anyone other then my dad.”
Pathetic, he thinks to himself. Pathetic at that.
So, Brandon opens his phone, and on a whim, decides to find a random guy off Grindr. Little did he know, he would turn this man’s world upside down.
This man was Adrian Sheer.
“He looks.. strangely.. cute.”
“He looks he wants to have a great time.”
The two instantly hit it off. Adrian, scared at first, falls into the bliss of messaging with Brandon. The two first exchange hellos. But it quickly becomes intense.
“I see you are lonely. Can I help with that? 😉”
Adrian sheer froze at the thought.
His blood started flowing faster.
All that mattered in this moment was Adrian sheer finally exploring what’s needed - to finally figure out the answers as to what’s broken.
This did not feel broken. This felt electrifying. This felt.. weirdly sensual.
Adrian sheer felt confident. Adrian was finally exploring himself, who he needs to become, and who he needs to be.
Or, he’s just really horny. Who knows?
The two begin sharing messages and the pair’s conversations begin heating up quickly.
They intensified, with Adrian begging for this.
Adrian slowly hinted at the fact his house was free for the night. His parents were at the Olive Garden, as all good Christian’s do. Probably enjoying nice breadsticks.
Adrian, on the other hand; would be eating someone else’s breadstick.
Brandon immediately goes to Adrian’s house. 124 Jehovah avenue. The house seems.. odd. Christian paraphernalia everywhere. A cross as the mailbox? Where was he? Was he at the right address?
He was. Out comes Adrian, flustered as all hell. “Hi.”
“Hey.”
Adrian slowly steps towards the hunk of a man stepping towards him. Brown, luscious hair. 6’3. His glasses reflect in the moonlight.
Adrian inches closer to his face. The prettiest boy of his dreams. The ones he’s had since he was 12.
For Adrian sheer, this was real. This was real more then anything.
Brandon flushes up. He gets tense and closes his fist.
The two are now inches away from eachother, the distance only growing closer. But then, The distance slowly closes.
And then, Adrian sheer softly caresses Brandon’s face, closes his lips, and kisses him.
Was this real?
Was this really happening?
Oh. My god.
Oh my god.
Oh. My god.
Oh.
Oh. My.
Adrian sheer sinks into the kiss.
He feels ecstatic. It’s electrifying.
Just what his dreams were all along, kissing him, right in front of him.
As Adrian sinks into the kiss, Brandon slowly pulls his waist towards Adrian.
He opens the door, and the two make passionate love.
The hours of that night seemed to last forever in the sensualists hearts.
**BEEP BEEP BEEP**
“What.. the fuck..”
Adrian wakes to his bed.
But somethings not familiar.
Adrian sheer wakes to a boy next to him. A naked boy next to him.
“Shit.”
Adrian’s parents were sleeping next door. How was he going to sneak this beautiful man next to him?
As Brandon sleeps gracefully, Adrian smiles.
No. No. No. no.
Did this really happen?
Did Adrian give in to the sinful thoughts roaming his mind?
What was he to think?
No time. He must focus on getting Brandon out.
“Hey. Wake up.”
“Hey handsome”.
Adrian blushes at the thought and covers his face. He probably should cover down under too.
But its too late for that. Brandon has seen a lot more then he should’ve last night.
The two were reckless. The entire room was absolutely destroyed.
Last night, Brandon did not just shoot hoops. And he definitely did not shoot into the right spot.
Last night, the crucifix saw things too unholy to see.
Brandon panicked.
Adrian panicked.
Brandon quickly put what was left of his clothes (that quickly were stained with the scent of Adrian’s cologne.)
And the scent of his future love to be.
Brandon jumped out the window, slid down, and quickly texted as he ran out the front door silently to his car to go hide. “I had fun, pretty boy.”
Adrian blushed and smiled. “I did too.” He writes back.
As the two leave the house, a romance would ensue.
The passion was quickly intense.
They set a date; every Thursday, the only date without church.
Adrian sheer would open his home, and open his legs.
The two would share the most passionate of sessions.
Sometimes it would be on the couch. The one where Adrian prayed with his family every night before they all read at family The Chicken Soup For The Soul.
Other times, it would be in the kitchen. It would smell of warm minestrone soup. The tomato was squished one time. Oops?
And other times, the best times, it would be in the bedroom.
Adrian’s bedroom often smelled like Brandon. His parents couldn’t figure out why exactly Adrian suddenly had a new cologne, and why it smelled exactly like a new friend.
Who was this new friend?
And why were there white stains on the bed? Was this Adrian simply spilling the milk he drank before bed to get sleepy?
That’s what they assumed.
But they couldn’t be more wrong.
Eventually, on their 8th session, Adrian grabbed onto Brandon in the kitchen. The two smiled as the two sank into the kiss.
As Adrian went to take off Brandon’s jeans, and slide them off..
They had an issue.
Lord help them.
Cause they were gonna Fuckin’ need it.
Adrian’s parents seemed to have came home from their dinner a bit too early then expected.
As they looked in shock from the kitchen door, Adrian’s mom dropped the flowers that were given to her by her husband.
Adrian and Brandon stared.
“What in the name of Jesus Christ is going on?”
Adrian quickly unlatched from Brandon. Brandon pulled his pants up really quickly.
Why was another man on Darla’s counter she makes FOOD with?
Adrian is not 3 years old. He cannot climb on the counters anymore.
Especially with another man with his fly unzipped.
Adrian stared. “Look mom, I can explain.”
Adrian stares and blanks. He stammers on his words. Brandon slowly sinks off the counter and zips his crotch slowly.
“Mom, I’m studying to become a doctor. Brandon had an issue near his hip and I needed a closer look. As you know, the work in Johovah’s Friends inspired me to do a closer look at the human Anatomy. I’m going to school, I hope you understand.”
Brandon further backs it up. “See, I have an issue on my hip. It seems to be a cracking issue. It cracks so often!”
Adrian’s mom stands confused, but has got the spirit.
“I’m so proud of you, honey.”
Steve asks; “who’s your friend - or subject, as we should call him.”
“Mom, dad, this is Brandon.”
“Hi Brandon.” They both say.
Brandon stays to have coffee with the family. They slowly start to meet, and Darla seems to love him already. Darla and Steve get along immediately with Brandon. Especially Steve. Turns out, Steve likes the leafs just as much. Steve talks about the latest shootout and how much of a fumble it is. Brandon laughs.
Brandon leaves the house with gifts of vegetables from the “garden of Eden” as they call it, and smiles.
Was this about to change?
Was Brandon going to be accepted by his lover’s parents?
Or would this all change when the word was uttered that Jehovah’s never speak of.
“I’m gay.”
Brandon & Adrian swore to never hook up again at Adrian’s parents house.
After all, it was getting too steamy for anyone to walk in.
Brandon one day suggested that the two go to a leafs game. What was most important to Brandon. He wanted this. This is what he wanted from the beginning.
Brandon has tickets from his season pass. One extra. The perfect taker? Adrian Sheer.
Adrian was ecstatic. Was this his first date with a boy? Could this be real? It didn’t feel like it. Surreal, at that one.
The two met at the stadium and greeted eachother. They then scanned their tickets, and went to their seats.
Around halfway through the game, the leafs scored an epic goal against the senators. The entire stadium erupted in cheers throughout.
Brandon grabbed instinctively Adrian’s hand in the heat of the moment.
“Yeah!” he screams. He raises Adrian’s hand.
At this point, Adrian is beyond flustered to even look at the game.
The moment intensified. The two teams battles in a shootout near the end. The fans were on their seats.
Adrian had brought a blanket from his house. A plaid one. Non opaque. It was perfect for one thing: if they got cold.
The ice rink was freezing. And the tension with the game didn’t help.
Adrian and Brandon slowly slipped their hand under the blanket to keep warm, of course.
Slowly, Brandon wasn’t focused on the game.
He was focused on the speckles of Adrian’s face, anxious and intense. The speckled, messy beard that he fell for at first sight. Adrian was just pretending to be focused on the game. He knew.
Adrian slowly motioned his hand to be taken by his lover.
Adrian slowly nudged his hand towards that of his lover, and the two intertwined their hands.
This was beyond real. This was beyond anything.
Adrians hands collided and the two blushed as they shared hands.
The game didn’t matter anymore. Besides, the leafs lost.
The two went home and unlocked hands, but wished to long for more.