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Adrian to Brian, Brian to Adrian Chapter 1

A,

So, is the rule that we can only correspond with each other on your birthday? No other time?

B

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B,

There are no rules.

A

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Two weeks later:

B,

I’ve moved back to London, to the home office. My private email addy hasn’t changed, however. Just wanted you to know. How’s tricks?

A

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A,

Beware the Tower of London, I hear their idea of giving head doesn’t correspond to what we think of when that term is used. Tricks are good. I’ve met someone. Too young, way too young. When I say virgin, I mean it literally. Well, past tense, thanks to me. Warning bells are going off.

B

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One week later:

B,

I was in transit, moving house back to London. Tell me more about your virgin. I’m intrigued.

A

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A,

His name is Justin. Blond, beautiful, bubble butt. Not jailbait, but just barely. Becoming a real pest. I’m his first big thing in every respect. Won’t take “no boyfriends” for an answer. I kind of like him, but not really. I don’t know. I’ve broken rules with him. Not THAT rule, but other ones. I think I may feel something for him. Not sure what. I’d delete this, but I’m too tweaked to figure out how to do that. Did I tell you I had a kid? Happened when I met Justin. Same night, two baby boys. We named him Gus. His mom was a sperm donor recipient from me, an old friend. Dyke.

B

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Two weeks later:

B,

The three B’s: Blond, beautiful, bubble butt. Let me add another B to that list: beware. Only joking. Sounds divine. Funny how rules tumble, isn’t it? You have a son? Brian, you’re an unending source of surprise for me! Congratulations. Send a picture when you think of it. If you were in it with your son, I could stand it.

A

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A,

Attached is a picture of Gus and me. He’s the one in the little hat. LOL. Do you think I look fat in this picture? I do. Well, the other baby, Justin, stole my credit card from me and took it to New York. I got them both back. He’s paying me back every penny. Seems his old man went homophobic on him so he split. He’s staying with my friend Mikey’s mom now. Her name is Debbie and she’s been like a real mom to me since my birth mother is a jackal. Explains a lot about me, doesn’t it? He wanted to stay here, but I’m not cut out for that. Are you seeing someone? You don’t have to answer that. Can you believe I got taken by a seventeen year old kid? Jesus.

B

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Even later:

B,

What a pretty picture the two of you make. Fat? Stop. A solicited compliment is never sincere. Your other little one sounds a bit unruly. To be expected at his age. I’ve gone out with several men, none took. Still looking. Are you exclusive with Justin?

A

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A,

Exclusive?! You never did hear me. I don’t do boyfriends. He’s not my boyfriend, but…I don’t know. I care about him. There, I said it. He asked me to his senior prom! Is that funny or what? At my own senior prom, Mikey and I took beards and then dumped them and went to Babylon where I finished the night by getting my cock sucked in the backroom. Think his would be as interesting? Can you see me at a high school prom? At this age? I told you he was green. Funny how I can talk to you so easily. Must be the distance.

B

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B,

You should go. Give him a night to remember. Make it a happy time in his life for all the gay boys like you and me who were denied the chance to dance with the one we wanted at school functions. You’re strong enough to do it. By the way, happy birthday. Isn’t the big 3-0 coming up this week?

A

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A,

What do you think about the old maxim, “Die young and leave a beautiful corpse”? Been thinking about it a lot. Tomorrow I turn 30. Look at your James Dean, forever young and beautiful while my Marlon has become old and fat. Maybe it’s the right thing to do.

B

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B,

What do I think of that maxim? I think it’s cowardly. I think if we could ask James Dean if he’s happy to have gone out the way he did when he did, he’d say he’d rather have lived a bit longer, thank you very much. Stop talking nonsense. Go to the prom. Enjoy yourself and make contact with your inner child. Happy birthday, again.

A

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A week later:

B,

I haven’t heard from you and after your last message, I’m worried. Don’t make me call you. Brian?

A

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A,

Still here, still queer. Not dead yet. Justin is pretty close, though. Don’t call, won’t talk if you do.

B

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B,

Explain!

A

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