Benjie Fallon a young gay man has broken up with his lover and moved back home where he grew up. His younger neighbor Sammy Lee begs him to take her to her High School Senior Party, a slumber party. Reluctantly, he agrees, doubting he'll fit in as an older gay man with the straight eighteen-year-olds. Nick Armstrong, a guy two years younger than Benjie and former member of the track team has something he needs to discuss, privately. Benjie follows Nick upstairs to an empty bedroom. Benjie is convinced they are not going to reminiscing their days on the track team in high school.
“I think I might be a faggot.” Nick mumbled. His beautiful, clear blue eyes were bloodshot, tainted, also, with sadness. He didn’t sit but stood at the foot of the bed, uncomfortably.
“You think?” Benjie questioned. “Or want to explore if you are. I think you know, but I’m not the one to tell you. Why don’t you sit down? You’re making me nervous.”
“I’m attracted to other guys. He spoke louder, his blue eyes opened wider, and his dark pupils grew larger. “Like you.”
“That’s a start.” Benjie listened, eagerly, extending his right hand further out on the bed. I’m speechless. I take that as a compliment. Is he sexually attracted to me? Maybe wanting more. But I hate tutoring younger guys coming out. I’m getting an erection looking at him Shit! It’s getting hard. I feel like I’m on fire, burning like a man I met for the first time. Dammit! I’m still exploring sex with older men who have more experience. Why did I come to this party?
“You seem so natural. I know you’re gay, but you’re so carefree about it.”
“I am? I’m a little out of my element at this party.” He seems sincere.
“I feel the same way.” Nick confessed. “Is it hard?” His eyes stared at Benjie’s, pensively. “I was attracted to you in high school. You probably didn’t even notice me.”
“Are you kidding? I had a crush on you. Remember when we were on the track team together. You’re blue eyes are so beautiful, especially when you smile.” Benjie’s sensed a mutual camaraderie he wanted from him in high school.
Nick glanced down at his feet for a minute.
“You don’t appear to be happy tonight, though.
“I couldn’t turn you on. Did I attract you when you were a senior and I was a junior?”
“I can’t begin to tell you how much I was attracted to you. You were and still are a hunky guy. Anyone would want to jump in bed with you. Just by looking into your eyes…, well.”
“I want to talk more but…” He hesitated but then finally sat next to Benjie. His left hand slowly touched Benjie’s right thigh, clutching it. “I looked up to you in high school, even though I didn’t know you. You were popular, smart and easy going, just like you are now.”
“I was so uptight then. I didn’t have sex with a man until I turned twenty.” Benjie rested his hand on Nick’s shoulder, more out of compassion than foreplay. He’s touching me. That’s a surprise I like. My cock is getting harder. Fortunately my Levis hide it. He made the first move. Now, what?
Benjie’s hand squeezed his shoulder tightly, wanting to comfort him from his frustrations. I don’t want to make a play for him. His feelings and needs are confusing me.
Startled by his grasp, Nick quickly removed his hand from Benjie’s leg and stood up.