The Slumber Party Scene 1
In high school, Benjie Fallon deceived everyone including himself in high school. Although popular, always smiling, he concealed what he fantasized within the confines of his bedroom. Masturbating with the memories of guys he spied, showering or dressing in the gym or by reading homosexual novels, he pondered, frequently his secret life. I’ve no one to share my fantasies with. I can’t touch the bodies that might bring me the most pleasurable sensations. Instead, I fit in as a regular kid. I hide behind my façade as a normal, straight boy. I brag about wanting to screw every hot chick in school. The simple truth is I only excel in being a wimp.
Three years after he graduated, he came out, angrily, to those closest to him, his family and disassociating with those who had been friends. When he confessed his sexual activity, he revealed only the results of his guilt.
“I go to bed with strange men, who pick me up at gay bars,” he screamed at his parents one night at dinner. “I’ve wanted to have sex with older men since I was eight. I liked playing with those kids down the street. Ricardo, the oldest, taught me and the others how to masturbate. When we slid our crotches up and down tetherball poles, the friction felt good, nothing like I have had. It was, then, I had my first orgasm. When you told me I couldn’t play with them anymore, you said their father was in trouble with the law. My friends weren’t. You deprived me of my happiness with them. Maybe that’s why I love men today.”
“You’re not like them. They were queers. I hated them.” His mother rejected his confession.
He hated her reaction and the word she spoke. Queer was the most offensive word in the dictionary according to Benjie.
Later that year, Benjie met David, another teenager, at the nearby lake. He was gay. They dated, sleeping and having sex, secretly in their bedrooms without knowledge of their parents.
One night, they made too much noise with their gasps of passion, waking Benjie’s mother.
She knocked on the locked bedroom door. “Benjie, what’s going on in there? Is someone with you?”
Benjie opened the door, after they dressed. “This is my boyfriend. I love him, so don’t react like you have in the past. I don’t care what you think of me, but he’s important to me. I need and want him.”
“Not in my house. Tell your friend to leave. Now!”
Behind his mother, Benjie’s father glanced away, choosing to ignore him, as usual, not wanting to commit.
“How can you do this to me, all of us?” Benjie’s mother exploded. “We only want you to be happy, but you do all these atrocious acts. What you need is a girl who will look after you. One that will make you happy, like you used to be.”
“You don’t even want to know his name.”
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