Object of Desire by William J. Mann

Author:William J. Mann
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corp.
Published: 2009-05-15T04:00:00+00:00

EAST HARTFORD

It was the last day of my freshman year. I had made it. I had made it through an entire year at that hated place. Brother Pop stood in front of my last class of the day, admonishing us all to spend our summers as good Christian young men. I heard snickering from the back row. A straw wrapper shot past my ear. Then the bell rang.

“Thank God that’s over,” Troy said as we headed down the hill on our walk home.

“Two and a half months of freedom!” I shouted.

Since it was our last day, we’d been permitted to doff the shirts and ties for once. I’d worn a T-shirt emblazoned with the enormous face of Deborah Harry. Troy’s shirt read THE KNACK in big white letters. Free of books, we bolted down the hill as fast as we could run.

“Pussy,” Troy called, “I’ll beat your ass!”

“Oh, no, you won’t!”

I was a fast runner. There wasn’t an athletic bone in my body, but I could probably outrun an elk. I arrived at the crossroads a full thirty seconds before Troy did. I stuck my tongue out at him.

“Don’t stick that tongue out unless you plan on using it,” Troy said.

I smirked. “That’s for later.”

Ever since that day at his house, we’d been sucking each other off whenever we had the chance. Once we even did it in the stalls of the boys’ room at school, during rehearsals for the school play. The two months of rehearsing for that play were the best time of the whole year. We’d put on How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying in conjunction with the girls at St. Clare’s. Katie and the Theresas were in the chorus, too, but time had moved on, and we weren’t really friends anymore. I hung out only with Troy. The play was the one extracurricular school activity I’d participated in all year, and I’d only signed up at the last minute because Troy had encouraged me.

Boy, was I glad he had. I’d loved, loved, loved opening night, made up with all that pancake and rushing out from behind the wings into the glare of the spotlights. I loved singing as loudly as I could, no matter if I was off-key. I loved parading around in costume in front of all those people in the auditorium, the smell of wood polish and floor wax filling my nostrils. Then and there, I’d decided that I wanted to be an actor. Next year, I’d vowed, I’d land a real part in the play. They were doing Oliver! next year, and even though the leads always went to juniors and seniors, I hoped I could snag a few lines in some small role. Already I’d checked out the play from the school library and decided I would try out for Mr. Brownlow, the guy who adopts Oliver. Mr. Brownlow didn’t have to sing anything, which was good, because my singing voice was shit, but he had a whole mess of lines.

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