The Ball Boy by Lucas Guard

Author:Lucas Guard [Guard, Lucas]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: NineStar Press, LGBTQIA+, Contemporary, new adult, sports, family-drama, gay, trans, in the closet, baseball, drag queen
Publisher: NineStar Press, LLC
Published: 2020-03-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Caleb and Gage

I woke first. Found my legs tangled together with Caleb’s in an inexplicable vine. I wouldn’t have minded staying wrapped up with him all morning, but a strong urge to pee battled my morning wood for occupancy of my cock.

I twisted my body away from him, leaving my legs tangled, and rolled halfway over.

“Fuck,” slipped out of my mouth.

Light from the hallway showed into my room. A strip of Scotch tape held a sheet of paper to the door. From across the room, I could read the crudely written letters: Caleb & Gage.

The opened door and the jointly addressed note could only mean one thing. My mom had stopped by my room. She saw me with Caleb.

I had been out since I was fourteen. She knew she had a gay son—no great shock there. She most likely did not know she had a gay baseball player as a guest in her home. She likely did not expect a gay baseball player in her son’s bed.

Caleb gasped before I even knew he was awake. Sat straight up, yanking his legs free from mine. “Dude!” His voice was sharp and filled with fear.

“Don’t worry, Caleb.”

“She knows!”

The alarm on his face brought me down to his level—a level I hadn’t been on in years. Maybe he had told Devin how he felt about him, but I wondered if he told anyone else.

“Oh,” I said.

“What do you mean ‘oh’? Your mom knows about us!”

“Caleb, it’s okay! Really.”

I rolled to the edge of the bed. Planted my feet. Everything had happened so fast and I didn’t realize that Caleb was hardly waving the rainbow flag around in the dugout.

It was different with him. A lot different. In ways, I imagined, harder. I was a walking stereotype. Fine art, theater, and dance. People would be shocked if I told them I was into girls. Caleb didn’t strike me as someone who was putting on a show. He was naturally athletic. Really good at sports. For lack of a better term, he was butch. People are drawn to him because he’s good-looking and charismatic, but gay? I doubted he pinged many gaydars.

“You’re not out, are you?” I asked.

He shook his head.

I lifted myself from the bed and shuffled into the bathroom. There wasn’t much point in modesty, so I left the door open while I squared myself in front of the bowl.

“What am I going to do?” he called to me.

“You’re gonna… I don’t know.” I lifted my voice over the sound of piss hitting water. “I’ve never been…you.”

“You haven’t always been out,” he said.

“No.” I shook the last few drops of piss from my slit. “But I’ve also never been good enough at any sport to play professionally.” I stepped over and leaned against the doorjamb. “I mean there’s dancing, but—guess what? People kind of expect you to be queer.”

“Ughhh!” Caleb buried his face in his hands. “I just… I have to… I have to come out.”

I bit my lip. Let out a little sigh.

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