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Adrian to Brian, Brian to Adrian Chapter 1

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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,

Iíve moved back to London, to the home office. My private email addy hasnít changed, however. Just wanted you to know. Howís tricks?

A


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A,

Beware the Tower of London, I hear their idea of giving head doesnít correspond to what we think of when that term is used. Tricks are good. Iíve 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. Iím intrigued.

A


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A,

His name is Justin. Blond, beautiful, bubble butt. Not jailbait, but just barely. Becoming a real pest. Iím his first big thing in every respect. Wonít take ďno boyfriendsĒ for an answer. I kind of like him, but not really. I donít know. Iíve broken rules with him. Not THAT rule, but other ones. I think I may feel something for him. Not sure what. Iíd delete this, but Iím 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 Bís: Blond, beautiful, bubble butt. Let me add another B to that list: beware. Only joking. Sounds divine. Funny how rules tumble, isnít it? You have a son? Brian, youíre 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. Heís 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. Heís paying me back every penny. Seems his old man went homophobic on him so he split. Heís staying with my friend Mikeyís mom now. Her name is Debbie and sheís been like a real mom to me since my birth mother is a jackal. Explains a lot about me, doesnít it? He wanted to stay here, but Iím not cut out for that. Are you seeing someone? You donít 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. Iíve 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 donít do boyfriends. Heís not my boyfriend, butÖI donít 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. Youíre strong enough to do it. By the way, happy birthday. Isnít the big 3-0 coming up this week?

A


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A,

What do you think about the old maxim, ďDie young and leave a beautiful corpseĒ? 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 itís the right thing to do.

B


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B,

What do I think of that maxim? I think itís cowardly. I think if we could ask James Dean if heís happy to have gone out the way he did when he did, heíd say heíd 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 havenít heard from you and after your last message, Iím worried. Donít make me call you. Brian?

A


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A,

Still here, still queer. Not dead yet. Justin is pretty close, though. Donít call, wonít talk if you do.

B


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B,

Explain!

A

Continue to Chapter 2

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July 25, 2004