LATTER DAYS

April 22, 2004 | 10:03am

I don’t usually give Mormon guys on their bikes a second look. After last night at gay movie night with Echo/Outfar how can I not? Latter Days isn’t the best gay movie I’ve seen, the plot was weak at many points and the character’s motivations didn’t convince me they were sincere in their actions.

But it is a step in the right direction. The guys kiss in this movie unlike that gay movie that came out last year. There is nudity, although appropriate, but it obviously showcases Aaron’s (Steve Sandvoss) huge thick cock.

Latter Days is about fun and love; and it succeeds in giving plenty of both to the audience. But movies like this and books like Geography Club only make my life more painful. I’m so over wanting the guy I can’t have. I’m tired of the loss of that love. Love is a risk you take and you’re never asked if you wanted it in the first place — it just comes.

I’ve had my "Aaron," but my ending didn’t end up like it did in the movie. My Aaron was a fun guy, a genius, and a sixteen year old stacked muscle kid. I was a year older when we met. Some friends introduced us, they had no idea he was gay. He wrote a musical three years prior and sang one the songs while accompanying himself on the piano. It was a song about solider in love and not being able to be with the one he loved. It was really good; I wanted to cry. Instead I stared at him until he knew I knew what he was singing about.

I excused myself into another room. He followed me into my friend’s room. There he sat next to me, looked into my eyes and said, "You’re not like other guys." In retrospect, I’ve heard that way too many times. He had full lips, red cheeks, and alabaster skin. His muscle shirt pressed up against my green soccer jersey, he took off his hat. We almost kiss then he put his head on my chest. I heard his breath on my neck, as I’m sure he heard mine and slowly our mouths found one another. We close our eyes and for ten minutes the world disappeared.

Then his friends came in and caught us kissing.

"Aaron" left town soon after, his parents put him in an institution. I searched for information on him, finally I found the smallest detail: that he couldn’t wear color where he was, only unmarked white polo shirts and slacks. I also heard that he was somewhere in California. My contact moved out of the country once I found that out and I never heard about him again.

In Latter Days, Aaron finds Christian after he gets out of reformation camp. It’s been a long time since I've known him, but if my "Aaron" is still out there, I hope he finds his Christian, too.