Date: Thu, 26 Jun 2014 10:04:01 -0400
From: preecherdave@gmail.com
Subject: Unexpected 11

Unexpected 11

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I may not be able to publish next week as I may be out of town in the
country but do keep tuned as there is a Chapter 12.

Previously

I turned. "Jeremy, the police are here and your father cannot hurt you. He
opened the door. My heart almost burst and I willed the tears away. Jeremy
had the beginning of a black eye. His cheeks were swollen and bloody and
his nose looked as if it had been hit, possibly broken. There was blood all
over his shirt and pants. His mother approached. She too had a black eye
beginning and just small lacerations and puffiness on her face. Jeremy took
one look at his mother, started crying and collapsed into my arms. For the
first time in my life, I knew how a parent felt when they wanted to protect
and comfort their child. I hugged him and said soothing words telling him
what a great job he had done protecting his mother. Something changed in me
that night. Philip came in looked at the situation and gathered Jeremy's
mother in his arms and pulled us all together, one big Italian hug. He told
me later that he too had felt something change in him.

The police took a quick statement from both son and mother We waited for
the ambulance. The officers were waiting for the ambulance and then they
would take the father off to sleep off his drunken stupor. We had quickly
talked. "Officer, neither the mother or the son want to press charges but
you could charge him with attacking a police officer. Could you manage
that?" She replied that she understood and said with pleasure. I was a
witness to the attack and I signed a statement.

Before the ambulance pulled away, I gave both mother and son my name and
Philip's and our address and asked them to put us on the family list so
that we could come in a be with them in the ER. It was going to be a long
night but I wanted to sort things out before it was over. A plan was
forming in my head and I would discuss it with Philip as we drove. Then the
inevitable wait for examinations and x rays.

My plan was simple. Mother and son would stay at our place until
tomorrow. One of us would take his mother home if she wanted to go
there. Jeremy would stay with us until things settled down, if they ever
did. I had to be ready for the last possibility. Another topic to discuss
with Philip. Simple plans sometimes become complex, often more than we
imagine.



Present

I hate being right sometimes. It did take hours but we finally left the ER
at 3:30 am. Luckily, Jeremy and his mother had quickly packed toiletries
and clothes for the next couple of days so we could go straight to our
home. The good news was that only Jeremy's nose was broken and it had been
fixed up. Neither had any other breaks. They were cleaned up and when we
left, they didn't look quite as bad. Luckily they had been given some pain
killers and we had ibuprofen and some acetaminophen at the house. We had
agreed on a basic plan and I knew that there would be more discussions
after a little sleep and food at breakfast.

Jeremy managed to tell us the story with his mother listening. His father
had heard a rumour, probably true as it turned out, that someone had seen
Jeremy give a quick kiss to his buddy on the soccer team as they said
goodbye one afternoon in a shopping centre. He confronted Jeremy and Jeremy
had been paralyzed as to what to say and how to react. The father assumed
that he was correct and Jeremy didn't say differently. The demands started
to stop acting like 'a fucking faggot' and the father tried to back up his
authority with his fists. His mother realized now that she had a gay son
and it obviously didn't matter to her. Good. We all knew what we had to
deal with.

I was surprised that I woke up at 8 just feeling a bit groggy but not too
bad. Philip stumbled into the kitchen at 8:45. His first comment, "You were
amazing last night and I like your plan. Jeremy has stolen my heart." He
looked at me with his mischievous look. "We have set a record." I looked at
him. "No sex last night and none this morning, a record."

"You are a horny bastard." I shook my head laughing and gave him a pretty
impressive kiss. "Until tonight?" His return kiss told me that all was OK.

Continuing, "By the way, thank for what you said. He has my heart as
well. I hope that he can get through this."

"I think that he is a tough kid and with some help, he will flourish out of
the house with that bastard.

"Amen to that."

I heard a noise behind me. Jeremy was there in boxer shorts and a t shirt
looking like hell but so young and fresh. It made my heart ache to realize
what he had to deal with. I promised myself that I would go the distance
with him. He looked so cute. His light brown hair was all tousled and sleep
arranged. His t shirt showed off his well developed chest which narrowed to
his hips. The boxers showed off his soccer legs with just a dusting of
sandy hair on them. He was probably going to break some hearts along with
his own in the next couple of years.

"Hey sport, you look like hell. I hope that other guy looks worse." He had
a fearful look on his face. "You did really well. Few people could have
handled that situation as you did. You are here and you are staying here as
long as you have to. No question about it." There I had made a commitment
and both Philip and I knew that we always kept our commitments. I gave him
the breakfast choices.

"Guys, I want to go to school today. I have some important classes this
afternoon and a practice after school. I asked the doctor and he said that
I could go."

"We'll phone the school and take you over with your mom to settle some
things When do you need to be there?"

"I'd like to be there just before lunch if possible. I promised a friend
some help with his math. He has a test this afternoon."

My estimation of him just kept going up. In hospital all night, looks like
hell, wants to help his friend, attend important classes and go to a
practice. How could his father miss this?

I heard a noise down the hall. Jennifer appeared in the doorway.

"Jeremy, you are a guest, get some clothes on."

I looked at him, gave him a small smile and signalled with my eyes and head
to do what his mother wanted. With a smile and an exaggerated sigh. "OK,
Mom. Sorry. I was hungry and forgot." He gave her a quick morning
hug. Nice. Put that on the list, dress code and privacy rules.

I phoned work and gave my secretary a brief run down figuring that I would
be in by 11:30 or 12 noon. Emergency calls only. Philip did the same. We
readied ourselves for the day and left at about 10 to take Jeremy to
school. Jennifer had phoned the school and we had an appointment with the
Principal at 10:30.

We, more specifically Jeremy, had a lot of astonished looks. We were used
to him by now but he did look quite beaten up. Duh, he had been. The brain
was working slowly today.

The Principal's eyes opened wide as we were ushered into his office. We had
decided that I would start it off. I introduced Philip and myself. He had
met Jennifer.

"Mr. Beeman, I am a friend of the family. Jeremy phoned me last night
asking for assistance with a case of domestic violence and a drunk and
disorderly assault. Unfortunately, his father was taken by the police to
sober up and we spent the evening and early morning in the ER and then at
our home. Jeremy will be staying at our home, indicating Philip, until the
situation is resolved. Under no circumstances is Jeremy's father to be
allowed to contact or deal with his son.

I looked at Jennifer and Jeremy.

Jeremy spoke up. "Sir, I would like you to contact only James and Philip or
my mother's work number. I shall be living at their home for as long as it
takes to sort this out.

Me, "I am contacting my lawyer today to formalize our position and will be
asking for a restraining order for Jeremy's father. In the absence of
Jeremy's mother, we are to be 'in loco parentis' (in place of the
parents)."

The Principal looked at mother and son. Jennifer spoke up. "Sir, it hurts
me a lot to have to go through this but it is for Jeremy's sake and for his
school year." Jeremy was looking a little worried. His friend would be
expecting him.

"Jeremy is looking upset because he promised a friend some help with a test
this afternoon. Would it be OK if he left and we can finish up without him?

"Jeremy, you appear to be the worst for wear but I assume that you are OK
physically. Do you need any counselling?"

I spoke up. "That bothers me too. Could we leave that for his mother, us
and Jeremy to sort out? Thank you so much for the offer." His mother gave
him a hug as he left.

He came up to me. "Good luck son. Why don't you let me pick you up after
school, just this once." We agreed on a time after soccer practice. He gave
me a quick hug and quiet thank you.

"You seem to get on very well."

"Yes I met him through Father Gregory and I have been tutoring him in math
at the church these last weeks."

Jennifer, "His marks have soared since the tutoring started."

"I have been hearing very good things about him. A very good turn around
for the lad. Yes I was aware of his behaviour change. He has become one of
our promising students again. It is a pleasure meeting his two, in loco
parentis. Probably bad grammar but you understand. We smiled and said our
goodbyes.

By the time I picked up Jeremy, I had a statement that he wanted us and his
mother only to contact him.  In addition, I had a new Attorney for Personal
Care drawn up specifying any of the three of us to act for him; it only
needed his signature. My lawyer had applied for a restraining order; I gave
him a copy of the application. His father was specifically denied access
and was not to approach his son. I gave a copy to Jeremy to carry in case
his father was not served the next day. He put it in his backpack, always
with him. I or Philip would now to be able to deal with doctors and
hospitals. I would get everything signed and into my lawyer first thing in
the morning.

His practice had gone well, as well as had his friend's test. He was in
great spirits by the time we reached home. We had stopped for some
pizza. Jennifer was waiting for us looking very strained. Her husband had
come home after getting out of jail and then work and was waiting for his
son. He was furious that his faggot son was with a couple of homos. Not
promising. Luckily he did not know our names or our address.

While Jeremy was off setting up his room. I asked Jennifer a lot of
question about her financial situation. She was in fairly good shape with
her job. Her take home pay was quite good and she had extra medical
coverage and other benefits for the family. Something struck me.

"Jennifer, did you ever start a university fund for Jeremy." She proudly
told me that they had and a lot of his years were covered but not all of
it. Because of her job, the money had been taken out of her account so she
was named in the policy. I asked her to contact them tomorrow and gave her
some things that I wanted her to know. I wanted to make sure that there was
no way to close the account down and cash it out. As it turned out there
was not. I also wanted it on record that he was planning to attend
university the coming fall and only she or Jeremy could change that.

She had decided to go home that night and promised me that if there any
problems that she would catch a cab or phone me to get her. When she left,
I went to Jeremy's room and asked him to come and talk to us when he had
finished his work.

He came into the living room. We had a long talk about house rules,
washing, cleaning up, neatness and expectations in his leisure time. He was
the one who mentioned most of what we had planned to talk about. The one
thing we stressed was that we wanted to know where he was and if there were
problems, we had to know. We expected calls if he was going to be
late. Finally, no drugs or alcohol in the house or outside it until he was
legal and only then when he was not driving our cars. That had his eyes
opening. "I can use your cars."

Smiling, "Sometimes ... maybe ... if you really deserve it."

We all laughed when he told us that should be easy.

I was busy catching up the next day and finally in mid afternoon, I shut
off my phone and told my secretary not to disturb me. I had a very
important meeting with one of our best clients. In retrospect, I convinced
myself that it was probably a lucky decision. Philip handled this one
better than I would have.

Philip got a panic phone call from Jeremy from his job at the Metro at
4:30; thank god for cell phones and speed dial memory. Jeremy's father was
in the store demanding to see his son. He had probably been drinking. As
Philip told me later, it was a no brainer. He left the office within
minutes of the call having assured Jeremy that he was on his way. I got the
full details later that night.

He could hear the ruckus as he walked into the store.

"I demand to see my ... fucking ... son."

The manager of the store, "He says that he will not see you and he wants
you to leave the store. I have seen the restraining order application. You
cannot see him by law."

"A restraining order against his own father!!!  I'll teach the little
bastard some manners and respect."

"Sir, another step and I call the police."

That was when Philip arrived. As he said later, at least he became the
focal point and took the pressure off Jeremy.

"You fucking queer bastard. You are the cause of this. I should kill you."

"Mr. Jackowski, I have a restraining order here saying that you are not to
approach or communicate with your son without his approval and that
Mr. Milner and I and his mother are the only ones to deal with him. He
doesn't want to see you. You physically attacked him and broke his nose two
nights ago. Leave now. I have already called the police." He had made a
quick 911 call when he had entered the store. It turned out that the
assistant manager had done the same thing.

Hearing Philip's voice, Jeremy had come out of the doors leading from the
store to the back area. In a calm, clear voice. "Father, we have nothing to
say. I am not going to go home with you and if we ever talk, it will be
somewhere safe for me. Please don't make this worse for yourself. Please
leave and don't bad mouth Mr. Marchese. It is not his fault." Philips heart
went out to this young man. He realized that he felt exactly as Jamie had
felt that evening two nights ago when he had faced the father. He would do
anything for this young man.

It was both the wrong thing and the right thing to have done. The father
was enraged that his son would talk to him like that in public or at least
that is what he screamed out. Threats of punishment like the old days. He
would stop this nonsense. He then started to advance on his son. Philip
stepped directly in front of the father.

"Get out of my way or you will be sorry you goddamn fairy."

Philip smartly did not reply. He simply stood there but had taken a
defensive posture. The father was close enough that Philip could smell the
beer. The father telegraphed what he was going to do. As he had been
trained, he saw the hand start to close up into a fist and then start to
swing towards him. He caught the arm and wrist and using the man's
momentum, pulled him forward off balance, turning him around and twisting
the arm behind him and up. He slammed his knees into the back of the knees
of the father and had him face down on the ground in seconds. The father
was screaming invectives the whole time. There was a gasp and smattering of
claps from the crowd. As Philip said later, he had provided the afternoon
entertainment and dinner conversation for a large number of families that
night.

There was a trace of a smile on the female officer's face as she crouched
down. "Sir, I couldn't have done a better job. Here let me put the
handcuffs on this man. I saw enough to know who is to blame."

For Philip, the most wonderful time was when Jeremy came up and hugged him
saying thanks Dad, again.

"Son, I would do it for you anytime, any place."

The police officer looked at Philip later. "Dad, I thought he was his
father."

"In loco parentis, is what our lawyer calls it. He explained the events and
showed her the restraining order."

"I'd say a very lucky boy, Mr. Marchese. His father did that to his nose?
No wonder the son wants nothing to do with him."

They were at home when I arrived. Philip had left a short phone message at
work. I would have loved a picture. They were sitting on the couch talking
with Philip's arm draped comfortingly on Jeremy's shoulder. I heard him
tell him yet again that this was not his fault and he handled himself
really well.

"Jeez, I leave you guys alone for one day and you get yourselves into
trouble again. What do I have to do?"

Jeremy jumped up giving me a big, Jeremy hug. "You should have seen
Philip. He was incredible. Even the officer complimented him."

"I know, I know. He is my hero too." I said it in mocking voice and gave
Philip a soppy look and kiss that had us all laughing. "That is why I want
you to start self defence training this week if we can arrange it. Every
guy should know the techniques. Philip and I have both had training. It
goes with the territory as you saw today."

Still laughing, Jeremy, "You guys are too much. Let's look at my schedule
and see where I can fit what in."

I had started leaving the slow cooker going in the morning and we had a
really nice pork meal that Jeremy devoured. I enjoyed watching him eat. He
was hungry and appreciative. We would have to work on the table manners but
that was for another time. Jennifer had phoned to tell us and Jeremy that
after the very unpleasant time at home the previous night, she had packed
most of her stuff up and moved to her sister's in the suburbs.

During supper I broached plans for the weekend, especially Sunday. Jeremy
said that he would be proud to go to church and meet Philip's family. The
little bugger added that he would love a properly prepared home cooked
meal. I gave him a cuff on the side of the head. We were fitting in
well. But he just didn't have time to go to our soccer match on
Saturday. He had a paper due late the next week and some studying and
finally, he wanted to meet up with his buddy Kent for a hamburger and some
time together. I added that we would love to meet him. Why not for supper?

"Can he study with me in the afternoon on Saturday?" I decided not to make
any comments and just said sure. He was going to have to make his own
decisions and he did need some time with his buddy. I let him know exactly
what time our practice and game was and told him when we would be home
probably bringing some guys with us.

Later when we went to bed I realized that I really liked the fact that our
bathroom and the one attached to Jeremy's room separated the two rooms. It
left us free to express ourselves pretty freely. There were a lot of walls
between the rooms. It turned out that we needed a lot of that freedom that
night.

"Was it really as crazy as the Metro or were you exaggerating for Jeremy's
sake?"

"I can only be thankful for the training and the little brush up on it last
year. My heart was pounding but it felt as if all my senses were
doubled. It was weird. Everything seemed concentrated and in the back of
mind was Jeremy's trust in us and the need to protect him. I knew that I
would do almost anything for him.

We made good use of the walls that separated us from Jeremy. This was going
to change our life especially our freedom around the house but both of us
thought that it was not a terrible imposition. "Philip, I am so sorry that
I shut myself off from the world this afternoon but you handled it exactly
right. We feel the same about this young man, don't we?" He nodded his head
in a definite yes.

I grabbed him to me. I held him as close as I could. We had both decided
that we would not stop sleeping naked. I loved the feel of his body against
mine. I ran my hands up and down his broad back and finally stopping at his
ass. I messaged his ass cheeks with the odd little venture between them. In
no time I had him very hard. He started to move his cock against me in a
very insistent way. We kissed and were both rubbing against the other. I
asked him what he wanted tonight. His answer was to pull away and lie on
his back with his legs spread and his knees bent. I could see his cock
sticking up and his balls moving slowly as he moved. Then there was the
hair.

"Do you know how that turns me on?" His big smile answered my
question. "Then I assume you will like this."

I knelt between his legs and took him in my mouth. His eyes were closed and
he had a wonderful fully engaged look. He was enjoying my mouth as I licked
and sucked him. I could begin to taste his precum. The whole thing had made
me hard and feeling incredible erotic and tuned on. He could stand up to a
drunk and surrender himself to me. What a wonderful feeling! We ended with
me slowly going all the way in and out with just the head in. It was slow
and delicious for both of us. When I was very close, I manoeuvred myself
into a position where I was still in him but I was able to bend over and
lick and bite his nipples. I sucked and bit them hard and that sent him
over. I could see his first two blasts and leaned over and pummelled him
licking up his shots with my tongue and mouth as I did. My orgasm was
almost painful but oh, so good. We kissed for minutes sharing.

I wanted to get us into a routine that was normal and acceptable to all. It
was Friday and we were going to the Club and Jeremy was going from a
practice then out with the guys for a burger and some computer games at a
friends. I told him take my car. He looked shocked. Philip would drive me
to work and pick me up. We agreed that he would be home by 11.

We had a great time at the Club and arrived home at 10:45 with all the
lights blazing in the house. Our young man was lounging in the den watching
Netflix. We talked for a few minutes and then we gave him a hug and went
off to bed, not to sleep as it turned out. My guy was a little worked up
from a night dancing and flirting with me. We were quieter than the night
before and finally fell asleep satisfied.

Something woke me in the middle of night. It was muffled noises. I crawled
out of bed and opened our door. There were cries coming from Jeremy's
bedroom. Philip was up in a flash. We slipped on boxers and we went down
the hall. Jeremy was asleep and he was tossing and turning, crying out
"Don't hit me father. I'm a good guy; I'm just different. No don't break my
nose."

The two of us climbed on the bed one on each side. "Sh, sh, Jeremy, it's
OK. You are with us. You are safe." His eyes opened, saw us and started to
cry. We both held him and rocked him telling him what a bright, brave young
man he was. I repeated over and over that he was safe and that we cared
from him more than he could know. We must have stayed for 30 minutes and
the crying turned to sobs which slowly changed to shallow and then deeper
breathing. We both had tears in our eyes as we slowly got off the bed and
left the room. We left his door and ours open just in case. I gave my guy a
kiss and hug of thanks. The principal was correct; he might need some
help. My last conscious thought was a thank you to Father Gregory, saying
to myself and to the Father Gregory that we shall take good care of
Jeremy. Well, you have to keep your promise to a priest.



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