The cooler weather began to settle in. The heating system in the dorm failed several times, and according to the university, it would require a major renovation to replace it. Spit and duct tape was used to hold it together. The chill in the room gave Cameron and me just another reason to sleep in the same bed. The initial period of sex every night was replaced by sex every few days as we realized we had let our studies take a back seat to our pleasure.
With Thanksgiving approaching, Cameron started to worry about going home. I told him that I’d ask my parents about bringing my roommate home with me, but he was adamant that he needed to confront things. He had begun to wonder whether having a wife and children was truly what he wanted. I told him that I’d stand with him no matter what he decided, but his struggle to decide made me wonder about my future. I hadn’t told him that I had developed deeper feelings for him. I wanted his decision to be made without my influence.
None of my classes met the Monday or Tuesday before Thanksgiving, so I planned to head home on Saturday morning. Cameron had one class on Monday that was meeting, but it was canceled at the last moment. On Friday night, after dinner, we sat together. We worked on math homework. I wanted nothing to do on the Sunday I came back.
Cameron finished before I did, and he began to nibble on my ear. “I’ve got just one more to do.”
“Leave it,” he pleaded. Then he laughed.
“No. I’m on a roll.”
He got up and stripped down. He sat on his bed directly opposite me. He began to jerk off.
I kept working on my problem.
He stuck his fingers in his mouth.
I kept working.
He moved his fingers down to his ass.
I lost my train of thought.
He pushed his fingers into his hole.
I tossed my notebook to the side. “Fuck you,” I said as I took my clothes off. My dick was already rock hard. I went to his side of the room and pushed my cock against his hole.
“What about lube?” he asked.
“Did you hear me say ‘fuck you?’ Spit on your hand and wet my cock.” I continued to push in as he tried to cover my dick in spit. I slowly penetrated him, and then I began to fuck in earnest. “I want you to remember what this feels like during this next week.” I fucked him harder than I ever had, and he nodded his head while I did it. When I came, I came so much that cum squirted out of him while I continued to pound him.
Cameron grabbed my head and kissed me with more force and passion than he ever had. I pulled him to my bed and held him to me. His arms found their way around me, and I heard him crying. We stayed together like that for the rest of the night. As we drove away from the dorm the next morning, I already missed him.
Thanksgiving was terrible.
My family, grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins were all there. Everyone was in a great mood. The food was wonderful. I had a smile glued to my face. Cameron had told me not to text him during the week. He told me that he wasn’t even allowed to have a cell phone at home, so he left it at school. He had hinted that he was going to tell Beth. The last time we had discussed it, he was still going to let her decide. I told myself that she would be a fool not to keep him, so I fully expected him to come back and break things off with me.
By Saturday, everyone had gone back home. It was nice seeing my cousins again. My cousin Vickie announced to us that she was a lesbian and working in a bar that catered to lesbians. I was not moved to share my situation, so people kept asking me whether I had found the girl I wanted to marry. I just tried to smile and say, “No. I haven’t.”
Saturday evening, my mother and father came into my room. They said that they wanted to have a serious talk with me. They had given me a little spending money at the beginning of each semester, and I figured that they were going to tell me that the well was dry.
My parents sat on the bed, and I was in the chair to my desk. My dad began, “Well, that was some news about Vickie.”
“Yeah, it was,” I replied.
“Most of us weren’t surprised, though.”
“I was,” I laughed.
My father didn’t laugh with me. “So, we’re not going to be surprised when you tell us.”
‘Fuck,’ I thought. ‘Who said what to them? Did someone at school blab?’ I tried to laugh. “What? That I’m a lesbian?”
They just looked at me.
“Who told you?” I asked. My heart rate went up; I fought back the tears.
“We’re not idiots, son,” my father said. “We’ve suspected since high school. Your mother suspected back in junior high. I was in denial.”
“I wasn’t going to tell you until I was out of college,” I told them.
“Son, I just wanted you to know that nothing’s changed because of this. I thought it was time to bring it up because I still want you to take over the company if that’s what you want. You might have heard that Tom Higgins kicked his son out of the house when he found out.”
“Alex Higgins is gay? He was the biggest homophobe around when we were in high school.” I was really surprised.
“Yep. I wanted you to know that we still love you. You’re our son. That doesn’t change in this house.”
“And,” my mother added. “When you’re ready to bring a boyfriend home, you’re welcome to.”
My father nodded. I got up and hugged them both. My mother left the room, and my father whispered in my ear. “Hey. Just be smarter than I was. I fucked around a lot in college and got crabs. And when I brought your mom home the first time, your grandmother caught us, well, you know. So when you bring him home, lock the door and be quiet.” My dad smiled and hugged me.
“Thanks.” As they left, I wished I’d told them sooner and brought Cameron home with me. He grew up so differently, and I wondered and worried about how he was doing.
Sunday, back at school, I finished my math homework, started reading other chapters, and paced the room waiting for Cameron to come back. I wanted to share my news with him.
He didn’t come back on Sunday.
He wasn’t there on Monday.
On Tuesday, when he wasn’t in the room when I got back from class, I cried my eyes out.
On Wednesday, I knew that he had chosen Beth over me. I was sure of it.
On Thursday, the letter came.
Dear Jake,
I’m not even sure that this letter will get mailed to you, but I will do my best to get it out. They are watching me even now.
I told Beth everything. Well, not everything, because there are things I haven’t even told you.
You must know that over the past few months we have become close friends. I even knew that I loved you as my best friend. What I realized as I was exposing the truth about myself is that I not only love you, but I have fallen in love with you. Maybe it’s not fair to tell you that now.
I don’t believe that they will let me leave the compound. It was rare for them to let me leave for college. I am not sure what they will do, but in the past, people who have wanted to leave have had something done to their personalities.
Take care of yourself. My hope for you is that you will be happy and that you find someone who loves you as much as I do now.
Your Cam
I went straight to the athletic offices and talked to his coach. He was told that Cameron had an accident and had suffered a brain injury. I showed him the letter. He was as suspicious as I was. He’d planned a trip to visit Cameron, and I asked to go along.
“That would not be appropriate. I realize from this letter that you two were in a relationship, but I can’t take you. I will tell him you were asking about him, and I’ll let you know what I find. I think you should concentrate on your studies and your tennis.”
With finals coming up, I did need to focus, but it was difficult. Three days later, I was called into my coaches' office. Cameron’s coach was there, too. Their serious faces warned me that the news wasn’t good.
“Cameron looks physically fine, but there’s something wrong. He didn’t act like someone with a brain injury; he acted like someone who’s undergone a lobotomy. He’s emotionless; he says he barely remembers you, and he’s married.
“His wife referred to you as ‘that evil man.’ They told me you did not have permission to visit him. I went to talk to the sheriff, and he said that they’re a peculiar group and the FBI has them on their radar, but there’s nothing you can do for him, Jake. I’m sorry.”
“Thank you.” I stood. “I need to get to my studies.” I went back to my room and read my letter again. “He wanted you to be happy,” I said as I looked in the mirror. I sat on my bed and cried. I couldn’t be happy until the wound in my heart healed. Cameron was gone. Even if I went to get him and rescue him, he wasn’t there. According to the coach, they had done something to him--only his body remained. I prayed that God would make sure those responsible would get what they deserved.
