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Everyone has a Story

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A story by Danny

 

 

 

 

It was two days after I last saw Teddy when I realized that my every waking moment had been filled with thoughts of the boy. Hell, even when I slept next to my wife, I was dreaming about him. If I closed my eyes, I would see him lying naked on that motel bed. I couldn't get him out of my head. This went on for the entire summer break. I even found myself driving around the neighborhood where I thought he lived, but I never saw him. I tried to check the internet for any news of his being missing that day we were together. I came up with nothing.

When I saw Nathaniel again, I asked if he had seen Teddy or heard anything about him, but he hadn't. The boy seemed to have vanished from the planet.

Being a teacher, I had one other tool to use. The Elementary, Junior High and High Schools are all on one campus, and they are connected via a central building that houses the school offices, cafeteria and the school library. So once school was back in session, during my lunch break, I called over to the library, and asked to have one of the librarian's student assistants check the year book for any students named Teddy or possibly Theodore. It only took a few minutes for the assistant to locate the year book and amazingly, there was only three Teddy's in the whole sixth, seventh and eighth grades. One was African-American and in sixth grade, another was a female and in eighth grade, so by process of elimination, it was pretty easy to be sure we'd found the correct student.

I learned that Teddy's last name was Feinstein. Once I had his last name, I was able to call the office and have someone look up his personal information in the student database. That's how I got his home address.

However, I never went by the house. It was weird, but once I knew his name and where he lived, I didn't feel the need to go any further. And within a few more days, I noticed that I thought less and less about him. Before long, I put him out of my head completely and was able to get on with my life... Well for about three years.

 

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More than two-and-a-half years later...

 

"Well, Good morning Rogan."

I turned to see Superintendent Sam Marshal holding his driver and doing a single handed juggle of a golf ball.

"Oh, hello Sam." I said, just before hitting a ball.

We could both be seen at the driving range early in the morning during the summer months, so it was no surprise that I saw him that morning. I didn't realize it until later that day that I hadn't seen him there in nearly two weeks. However, I had no idea that on that particular morning, our meeting wasn't a mere coincident. On the contrary; Sam had come to the driving range looking for me specifically.

"Whoa! Someone's hot off the tee this morning." Sam said as he watched my ball soar through the air.

I smiled and placed another ball on the tee.

Sam set his own ball and asked, "How's the family?"

"Wife and kids are great!" I answered, "They are all in White-Springs visiting her sister for the week. Oh, and Calvin had his stitches removed right before they left."

My two-year-old son, Calvin, is part monkey and part nudist. He gets the monkey part from me and the nudist part from my wife. If we take our eyes off that little devil for half a second, he will either rip off his clothes or he'll climb anything and everything. Sometimes he does both. More times than I care to remember, we've had to call the fire department to rescue him from a tree, off a house and one time from about seventy-five feet in the air after he escaped the babysitter's back yard and climbed a weather antenna tower. The most recent incident was only a few weeks ago. While my wife and Sam's wife were out shopping together, they both had turned away from Calvin for only a few seconds. In that brief moment my son had unbuckled himself from the shopping cart seat and grabbed hold of a nearby display shelf, and up he climbed. When my wife turned back around, she saw him standing on the top shelf, removing his shirt. She screamed his name, startling him, which sent the little monkey-boy falling back into the cart, head first, giving himself a nasty gash on the top of his head. I wasn't there at the time, but to hear our wives tell it, there was a lot of blood and a lot of screaming by both Calvin and my wife.

"Oh yes, I had forgotten about that." Sam said as he hit his ball. It wasn't anything impressive and hooked left in mid-flight.

I swung my club, then asked, "How's Joan and Sam-Sam?"

Sam-Sam was his only child, but was by no means a child anymore. However, his childhood nickname stuck with him even into young adulthood.

"She's loving retirement; cannot keep her out of the flower beds. And he will be back from Afghanistan next month." Sam said.

I chuckled and shook my head, "Still having a hard time picturing Sam-Sam running around, shooting guns and barking orders."

Sam stifled a laugh himself, "Yeah, sending him off to military school was the best move we ever made concerning him. They sure got him straightened out."

Sam-Sam had been caught at home one day, dressed in his mother's clothes while bent over the pool table in the basement as a neighbor boy was plowing his ass. One week later, Sam-Sam was on a plane to some Military School in Washington State. However, that isn't what came to mind when Sam had mentioned the incident. What I had thought about was the summer Sam-Sam came home for summer break when he was seventeen. He'd filled out all over and thanks to all the pushups he'd been doing, was ripped beyond belief.

My wife and I had been invited over to the Marshals for a summer barbeque, and when I saw Sam-Sam, my tongue nearly fell out of my mouth. How no one noticed my reaction is beyond me!

For the first hour or so, it was normal chit-chat with everyone, but then I found myself at the farthest part of the Marshal's back yard, playing Horse-shoes with Sam-Sam. He'd started talking some smack about how good he was, and of course I had to take him down a few pegs. While we played, we talked about his school, and what he planned to do for two and a half months at home.

My intentions had been 100% innocent; that is until out of the blue, Sam-Sam asked, "You still picking up guys at Dickler's Park to fuck?"

I'd been in mid-swing with a horse-shoe, and when Sam-Sam asked that, I let go of the shoe, which sent it sailing behind me about twenty feet before ricocheting off a tree.

"W-wh-what?" I managed to sputter.

Sam-Sam laughed and looked toward the house and his parents to be sure they weren't looking our way. I looked too. My wife seemed to be engaged in deep conversation with Sam and his wife. None of them were paying any attention to us whatsoever.

"Relax Mr. Lecher!"

I felt myself turning crimson and was unable to move, or speak. My only response was to stare dumbly at Sam-Sam like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming truck.

He laughed again and said, "I'd seen you at the park a few times. I always hid. I was scared you'd tell my parents I was there. It wasn't until I was sent to Military school that I realized that you and I were at the park for the same reason.

Still in shock, all I could say was, "W-w-what?"

Sam-Sam seemed quite amused by my state as he continued to laugh, "Come on Mr. Lecher! I'm trying to tell you that I'm like you!"

Yet again, all I said was, "W-w-what?"

"I'm the one that should be embarrassed! I'm the teenager after all!" he said with a big smile.

I looked toward the house again, then back to Sam-Sam.

"I promise if you keep my secret I'll keep yours!" Sam-Sam said.

"W-w..." I stated to say again.

"Don't say `What' again!" he snorted.

Once more, I looked uncomfortably to the house before speaking, "Are you telling me you're gay?"

He too looked at the house then to me, "My father is a fucking tard! He thought sending me away to a school where there are no girls would make me straight!"

He then threw a horse-shoe toward the pit next to me, but with so much force that it shot past me and landed a good fifteen feet beyond.

I turned and walked back to get it, then went after the one I had lost a minute before.

I returned, and he was standing there with one hand on his hip and looking completely gay. I cannot explain it properly. It was like he'd somehow transformed, or for the first time, I was seeing him as he really was. I became even more uncomfortable.

"Don't stand like that!" I exclaimed.

He smirked as one eyebrow rose questioningly.

"L-like that!" I motioned with a horse-shoe in each hand.

"WHAT?" he asked with extreme confusion while looking down at himself, "I didn't even move!"

"Well stop!" I commanded and was about to wipe the sweat from my forehead, but had momentarily forgot I had a large U-shaped piece of metal in my hand.

My head rang like a bell when the cold steal collided with my skull.

Sam-Sam doubled over with laughter which was so loud, it drew the attention of his parents and my wife.

Sam-Sam straightened up, but was still laughing hard as he belted out, "He hit himself in the head with a shoe!"

"Are you alright honey?" my wife shouted down with concern.

"I'M FINE!" I called back and waved in reassurance.

The three of them continued to watch the two of us. So, as we continued to talk, we had to also continue to play the game; or at least make it seem like we were.

I tossed Sam-Sam's horse-shoe back to him and told him, "That really hurt!"

"Yeah it looked like it!" he laughed and tossed a shoe which hit the pin and deflected backward out of the pit.

"So, do you still pick up guys at the park?" He asked after managing to stifle his laughs.

I had to force myself not to look toward the house and I also didn't answer right away. I was massively conflicted. Here was a sixteen-year-old boy who'd just confessed to me that he was not only gay, but had implied that he'd been fucking boys at military school.

"Well, have you?" he asked with impatience as he tossed his second shoe, which landed only an inch from the pin.

"Y-Yes! Yes I have." I reluctantly confessed.

He smiled, stepped to the right one step so that I could then take my turn.

"I have too." He said, "I mean not at Dickler's Park. I mean at school."

"So you have a boyfriend?" I asked.

"No, nothing like that. There is just a bunch of guys that fool around. You know, like jacking it together, but a few like to actually blow and fuck."

Nervously, I said, "Would you please stop saying fuck? You're only sixteen for fuck-sake!"

He chuckled and said, "Sorry!"

I tossed my first shoe and missed the pit by a mile. My second landed on the grass way short of the pit.

"You throw like a girl!" he teased.

"HEY!" I shot back with a laugh.

"WHO'S WINNING?" My wife shouted.

Sam-Sam sang out with, "I'm kicking his butt!"

"You are?" I asked, "What's the score anyway?"

Sam-Sam shrugged his shoulders, "Heck if I know!"

I laughed and picked up the two shoes from the ground and asked, "My turn?"

He smiled and shrugged again.

I started to toss a shoe when he asked, "Want to fuck me?"

The shoe left my hand and flew directly at Sam-Sam, who had to dive out of the way so as not to get hit. Thankfully, I missed him. A quick look up to the house made me feel better knowing that no one had been looking at that moment.

Sam-Sam got up and brushed himself off as he exclaimed, "Shit Mr. Lecher!"

Once again nervous, and somewhat in shock, I said, "Don't even joke about that!"

He picked up the shoes again and shrugged, "Who's joking."

I stood there in disbelief, apparently with my mouth hanging open.

"You're going to catch flies if you don't close your mouth." He said teasingly, "Now throw before they think something's up!"

Again I had to refrain from looking toward the house as I tossed the shoe and amazingly got a ringer.

"THERE IT IS!" Sam called out from up at the house.

We did three sets without saying another word to each other. Finally Sam-Sam broke the uncomfortable silence while tossing a shoe.

"Well do you?"

"Do I what?" I asked stupidly.

"Want to fuck me?" he said.

"Would you please stop using that word?" I begged with desperation in my voice.

"Don't try to change the subject." He complained and then turned toward the house as he shouted, "HEY DAD?"

"YO!" Sam shouted down to us.

Sam-Sam then asked, "IS THE YAMAHA STILL IN THE BARN?"

"It's wherever you left it!" was his father's reply.

"I'M GOING TO SHOW MR. LECHER, IF THAT'S ALRIGHT."

Sam-Sam's mother then sent down, "DINNER WILL BE READY IN ABOUT TWENTY MINUTES, SO DON'T BE TOO LONG."

With that, Sam-Sam walked toward me, dropped his horse-shoe's into the pit beside me and said, "Come on, the barn is this way."

My head was spinning and it was a good thirty seconds before I even realized I was following the boy through a path of overgrown grass, weeds and trees. It was about a five minute walk to the barn. I had no idea that their property was as big as it was.

"There it is." Sam-Sam announced, and then reassured me by saying, "Don't worry. Mom and dad never come down here anymore."

He led me around the barn and down an embankment to the rear lower area. There was a large, weather beaten door which Sam-Sam slid to one side.

"No lock?" I asked.

He shrugged, "Never needed one. Like I said, no one comes down here since Grand-dad passed away. Even when I lived at home, I can only remember one time that my dad ever came here, and that was only because I had wrecked the bike. He had to put it away."

Upon walking into the barn, it smelled of old motor oil, and for good reason. There were several antique cars in various stages of disassembly.

"Grand-dad used to rebuild them before he died. Since then, they are all just sitting here. I think it is why dad won't come down here. Seeing these cars makes him sad," Sam-Sam said before turning to me and saying, "I want to show you something. It's this way."

I followed him deeper into the barn to a wall where a large car hood leaned against it. Sam-Sam easily lifted it and set it aside, revealing a door which was padlocked with a combination lock. Sam-Sam quickly spun the tumbler back and forth.

Remembering that the barn door had been left unlocked and seeing that this door was padlocked, I had a feeling that whatever was inside was going to be something interesting. I wasn't disappointed at all.

Upon following the boy inside and him pulling a string to turn on a hanging fluorescent light fixture, I gasped. I had walked into what looked to be a girlly-girl's bedroom; right down to the last detail. A bed covered in pink, posters of cute boys on the walls, and tons and tons of girl's clothes.

"W-What is this?" I found myself asking.

"What's it look like?" he said as he picked up a rather fluffy pink stuffed unicorn and hugged it like one would hug a long lost friend.

Sam-Sam set the unicorn back down on the bed, walked passed me so that he could close and lock the door from the inside. He then stated, "Just in case."

He then walked over to a coat tree which had several frilly dresses hanging from it and lifted a particularly frilly pink dress from off it.

"What do you think of this one? I got it at a thrift store last holiday."

He held it up to himself and smiled.

"It's lovely!" I said.

He giggled like a young girl, spun around and darted behind a changing screen.

From behind the screen, Sam-Sam confessed, "You are the first person I've ever shown this room to."

"Did you do all this? I mean where did all this stuff come from?" I asked as I looked around at all the girly things.

"Grand-dad made this secret room for me when I was seven. He knew mom and dad wouldn't understand and so he wanted me to have someplace safe.

"Really?" I asked, "And how did your Grand-dad find out?"

"He caught me wearing a dress and kissing a boy here in the barn, up in the old hayloft. Boy, I was so scared when he caught me, and my friend started to cry. But then Grand-dad smiled, put a finger beside his nose and said that he would never tell anyone. My friend never came around again after that. And after that is when he surprised me with this room."

Being a man with my own secrets, I couldn't help but to think that perhaps there was more to the story of Sam-Sam and his Grand-dad, but I didn't pursue the subject with him.

Sam-Sam then emerged from behind the changing screen. He was no longer dressed in his beige cargo-shorts and white button up shirt. He now was wearing the pink frilly dress.

I have to confess, my heart skipped a beat. Aside from the military style haircut, he could have passed for a girl. The dress was so frilly and puffy that it hid his awesome physic completely.

"What do you think?" he asked as he twirled for me.

"Y-you're the most beautiful thing I have ever seen." I gasped with awe.

He blushed and walked up to me. "You can kiss me if you want."

I found myself stupidly nodding my head to indicate that I did indeed want to kiss him. And despite any concerns I had for him being my boss's son, or for any risk of being caught, I embraced the young boy and kissed him with all the passion you might see a leading man kiss a woman in one of those old time chick-flick-dramas.

Sam-Sam seemed to melt in my embrace as our lips parted and I slid my tongue into his hot young mouth. His body began to vibrate with excitement and he started to purr like a cat. It was electrifying!

When our lips separated, he smiled and asked, "Will you please fu..." but caught himself when he realized he was again about to cuss. He smiled and changed what he was going to say, "Will you please make love to me?"

"Sam-Sam, are you sure? I'm old enough to..." I started to say.

Sam-Sam placed his hand over my mouth, smiled again and winked as he turned around, leaned over the bed and pulled the back of his dress up, revealing that he was not wearing anything under his dress.

I gasped for a second time since entering the barn when I realized that Sam-Sam was wearing a butt-plug. I'd been with a few guys that used those to lessen the pain when first impaled or to speed things up so they could get fucked without all that stretching that needs to be done with fingers first.

From the moment Sam-Sam had suggested I fuck him, I'd been at half mast, but upon seeing that plug shoved up his hole, I'd got to full mast and then some. My cock was pressing against the inside of my zipper, begging to be released.

I realized I was salivating and swallowed as I stepped up behind Sam-Sam. I really wanted to take my time and enjoy this fine piece of ass, but despite Sam-Sam's reassurance that no one would come down to the barn, I was still concerned. Plus, his mother had told us that dinner would be ready in twenty minutes, and we'd used up better than half that time already.

Reaching down and grasping the base of the plug caused Sam-Sam to shutter. I gave it a gentle pull and it slide out. It wasn't a very wide plug at all. Actually it wasn't but about half as round as my cock.

Setting the plug on the small bedside table, I then grasped the tab of my zipper and pulled it down. Without taking my pants off, I fished my cock out through the fly of my boxers and my zipper. When it came free, it stuck straight out from my body, something it hadn't done since my teen-years. I didn't even need to use my hands to aim it. It lined up perfectly at Sam-Sam's waiting love-canal.

With little effort on my part, and only a little grunting from Sam-Sam, the mushroom head of my cock slipped into him.

"Fuck you're hot inside!" I commented.

Sam-Sam must have been seriously worked up because, just as the words came out of my mouth, he pushed back and impaled himself on my cock. I lost my breath for a second or two, but quickly recovered. Sam-Sam, on the other hand, had commenced to pulling forward and then pushing back all on his own. Realizing the boy was really wanting to be fucked something desperate, I leaned over him, burying my face in his dress covered back, reached around his waist, locked my fingers together and began to breed him like a dog, fast and hard.

An elated Sam-Sam sang out with a very feminine sounding, "OH MY GAWD YES!" which made me go even faster.

Like I said, we had no time to really settle into a long, enjoyable fucking, this was hot, fast and incredible! Despite all that, after a minute or two of fast doggy-style fucking, I released my grip, pushed myself up and then pulled my cock from his ass.

"Why'd you stop?" He whined like a child might after someone took his candy.

I meant what I said next to sound sort of cute and romantic, but it came out sounding kind of creepy, "I want to see your face while I'm making love to you!"

He smiled again as he rolled himself over and lifted his legs, offering his hole to me again. I was yet again surprised. This time, because his dick and balls had been shaved completely bald. And to add to that, despite his dick being hard, for a sixteen-year-old, I would have expected a larger package. Hell, if I didn't know better, I would have thought he was twelve or thirteen at the most by the size. Perhaps it was the lack of pubic hair that made it look so... prepubescent, but in a weird sort of way, his small, shaved dick and him wearing a dress, seemed to turn me on even more, if that was even possible.

While leaning down to kiss him, I lined my dick up and sank right into him completely.

He opened his mouth to gasp and I took the opportunity to shove my tongue nearly done his throat. He began to suck on my tongue like a calf does its mother's teat.

He again began to purr and I could feel his entire body vibrating. It drove me over the edge as I felt my balls tighten and my dick swell within his ass.

I tried to warn him that I was about to cum, but he had my tongue under siege.

With one last withdraw, I slammed my cock all the way in and held it there as my balls began to pump my man juices into my boss's son.

Suddenly, he released his hold on my tongue. I lifted myself up just in time because he began to cum as well. If I had stayed in place, he would have cum all over the front of my shirt. Now that would have been difficult to explain when we returned to the barbeque.

I couldn't help but chuckle when Sam-Sam came because he made these cute, high pitched squeaks, much the way girls do in the movies.

I kept my dick in him until he recovered from his climax, and to be honest, I really enjoyed watching him go through the whole thing.

When I pulled out, he sat up and reached toward the bedside table. Instead of picking up the small plug, he pulled open the drawer and withdrew a much larger plug.

"Can you put this in me? I want to keep your cum in me all through the barbecue!"

I obliged him by taking the plug, pushing him back, and lifting his right leg.

The plug was much bigger than my cock, but his hole offered little resistance to it. He made an uncomfortable moan as the widest part stretched his hole just before closing around the base.

Once it was in, he jumped up, ran behind his changing screen, and quickly changed into his `boy' clothes.

"Do you have girl panties?" I asked.

"Yeah lots!" he answered.

"Put on a pair before you put your pants back on." I commanded.

"All right! Can you get a pair out of my dresser? They're all in the top drawer." He said.

I pulled open the drawer to find dozens and dozens of pairs of girl's panties in various colors and styles. The first pair I picked up was a soft pink thong, but with that plug, a thong seemed all wrong. Then I spotted a pair of pink panties with ruffles in the back like small girls wear. My dick twitched as I reached for them.

I gave them a toss over the changing screen.

A moment later, Sam-Sam re-emerged fully dressed and once again looking like a handsome boy.

Now I hadn't put my cock away yet. I have no idea why either. When Sam-Sam saw it, he walked up to me, dropped to his knees before me and sucked my dirty, flaccid cock into his mouth without hesitation. With amazing skill, the boy licked and sucked my cock back to half-mast as he dutifully cleaned it.

I honestly thought the boy was going to suck me back to full mast, but he didn't. Once he was satisfied that I was clean, he withdrew my cock, tucked it into my pants and boxers and then zipped my pants back up for me.

"There we go! All washed and back in the garage!" he said teasingly.

I reached down and helped the boy back to his feet and kissed him passionately once more.

After the kiss, he thanked me by saying, "Thank you! I really needed..."

But before he could finish I said, "I could tell you did and thank you for..."

I didn't get to finish either because he then said, "We better get back."

For the rest of the evening, I stayed at half-mast knowing that Sam-Sam was wearing those pink, frilly panties under his clothes.

As my wife and I were leaving, Sam-Sam managed to pull me aside for just a few seconds.

He slid his right hand into my left pants pocket and said, "I took the panties off just a few minutes ago. I wanted you to have them! Maybe the next time I am home, you can bring them back."

I wanted so badly to kiss him again, but knew better.

 

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"Rogan?"

"Rogan?"

I snapped back to reality and suddenly realized that Sam was standing before me with his gulf club resting on his left shoulder. He was less than two feet from me and appeared rather concerned.

"Are you all right?" he asked.

"Sorry, my mind wandered away from me for a moment." I confessed.

"Yes! You looked a thousand miles away." He said.

"Sorry Sam!" I apologized again.

"I was saying, I was hoping to see you here today." He said, and then looked over toward the coffee bar area where only a couple people sat around talking. "Let's go get a coffee and talk. What do you say?"

I felt so exposed and guilty. There I had stood, remembering fucking Sam's only son while Sam had been talking to me. Thankfully, he hadn't noticed the tent that had formed in my golf pants or the wet spot that had formed as my cock leaked.

Sam and I took a seat that was as removed from everyone as one could get in the driving range coffee shop.

"Listen, there's no easy way to bring this up, so I am just going to say what I need to say." Sam said reluctantly, "I'm sure you know that I'm stepping down at the end of this coming term."

I nodded nervously. The way he was looking at me, I just knew that he could see into my mind and saw what I had been thinking about before.

"I'm not supposed to tell you this, but they are planning to offer you my job." He told me.

It was no surprise at all. He'd been grooming me for years to take over for him and for the past two years, I had been his part-time Deputy Superintendent while still teaching full time.

"But..." Sam paused, and it was in that pause that I suddenly became very aware of my surroundings and what we were talking about.

"But," he started again only in a lower register, "Something has come to my attention." He again paused but only to set down his coffee, "And so far this is only known by myself, but I have received information that could not only jeopardize your appointment to the possession, but could also cost you your teaching career, your marriage and your children if it should come to light!"

My ears began to buzz with fear as I was sure I knew what Sam was about to say.

Sam's face was gray and his eyebrows knitted together as he said, "I think you know what I am talking about here Rogan."

My eyes began to water and I hated myself for it. I had to look away from him.

"So it is true." Sam said, and I could actually feel his disgust, "Good lord Rogan! What on earth would make you do something so... so..." he didn't finish.

I couldn't think of anything to say other than to ask without looking at him, "Are you going to have me arrested?"

"Rogan," He said, still with that same disgust in his voice.

When I didn't respond, he leaned forward, reached across the table and placed a single hand on my wrist which was attached to the hand that was clutching my coffee.

He said my name again, "Rogan!" only this time the disgust was gone and had been replaced with what sounded like concern.

Only then, did I realize how badly I was shaking. If my coffee hadn't had a lid, I would have burned the hell out of myself. I released my grip on the cup and recoiled from his touch.

"In this day and age, technically, what you have done isn't something to get arrested for." Sam said, nearly at a whisper.

I was truly and honestly confused. How could he say that? For that matter, why wasn't he beating the shit out of me right then? I'd fucked his sixteen-year-old son. How could that not be an arrest-able offence?

"I get it! I get that you are bisexual. I don't like it, but I get it! But for the love of god Rogan, you can't go picking up strange men at the park! Not when you are about to be appointed to such a public office. Every fucking political and parental eye will be watching your every fucking move!"

"What did he just say?" I asked myself through tear filled eyes, I looked disbelievingly at him and found myself asking, "What?"

"For the love of..." his voice had gone a bit too loud. He caught himself and lowered to just above a whisper again, "Get your head out of your ass and listen to what I am trying to tell you! You've got to stop these trips to the park and stop fucking strangers in sleazy motels!"

"The park... Motels...." I thought to myself. He was talking about picking up men at the park, not about me fucking his son!

And before I even knew I had thought it I asked, "How'd you find..."

"How'd I find out?" his face began to change from gray to pink, then red. He leaned back in his seat, sipped at his coffee then answered, "I'm going to level with you. I've had a feeling something was not right about you for a while now. And when the word came down that you were going to replace me, I wanted to be sure you were the right man for the job. So I hired someone to look into your personal life."

It was my turn to turn red, but mine was out of anger.

Sam's face and eyes went dark and, although his voice never rose, the power behind his words was no less forceful.

"Don't even think of questioning my actions! You are married, have two children, and yet, several times a week you can be found shoving your cock into some sweaty guys ass?"

Only then did I realize that Sam kept implying that it was always men who I had been fucking. I got no vibe from him that most of my `gay' encounters were with very young men and older teens and the very rare boy. And there was no vibe at all from Sam that he thought I had fucked his son.

I looked away again as I picked up my coffee and sipped it to try to steady my nerves. This was apparently not the reaction Sam had wanted from me.

"Damn-it Rogan! Say something! Tell me that all this is wrong! Tell me you are never going to do it again! Please tell me something that will convince me that you're done with all this fucking-fagot stuff!"

I sat quiet for half a minute, looking out the window at the other's driving balls and thinking about his last words. Then I started to chuckle. It was completely involuntary and I couldn't have stopped it if I had tried.

"`Fucking-fagot stuff'?" I said with a quiet gurgle of laughter.

I glanced up at Sam, who was looking like a ticking bomb.

"So this is all just a joke to you huh?" Sam asked through clenched teeth.

And suddenly I began to get angry. I mean spitting fire angry. I wasn't quite sure why, but there it was. Setting down my cup, I pushed my chair back from the table stood up and used every bit of restraint I had to keep from shouting.

My words dripped with acid as I spoke, "Who the fuck are you to say a fucking thing about my fucking life? Who the fuck gave you the right? You think you are some great fucking saint? Well fuck you, you fucking hypocrite! Fuck you and your fucking secret! Yeah that's right! I might be a fucking fagot, but that is a whole lot better than being a father who is so ashamed of his own cross-dressing, gay son and fearful that other's might find out, that you shipped him off to another state. You sanctimonious pile of shit! You can take your job and shove it up your fucking ass!"

And with that, I turned and walked out of the coffee shop. I made it as far as the parking lot before my emotions got the better of me and I broke down. I was weeping so hard I couldn't walk another step, let alone make it to my car.

Suddenly, from behind, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned my head to see Sam.

"Rogan, please! Let me take you home." Sam offered.

I pushed him off and stumbled toward my car, but he didn't relent.

He caught up to me and said, "Rogan, you are in no shape to drive right now. At least come back inside until you calm down."

I was so emotional; I honestly do not remember thinking or even the actions that followed. I was later told by Sam that I turned around and punched him in the eye then ran to my car and sped away.

Again, I didn't make it far. I didn't even get out of the parking lot. I was so messed up that I didn't see that I was exiting the parking lot via the entrance. I ran head first into another club member's car as she was pulling in.

Thankfully, she wasn't hurt, but her car was totaled, as was my own. I was not as lucky as her. I had hit my forehead on the steering wheel and was knocked unconscious.

I ended up coming too in the hospital where I was forced to stay for observations. My first visitor was Sam, who had a nasty black eye which he'd attempted to cover with makeup, but it was obvious to anyone that knew him that he had a black eye. Sam informed me of everything that happened, including my punching him and then speeding off in my car, followed by the head on collision.

"Don't worry; the first officer to show up happened to be my younger brother." Sam told me. "You won't have to worry about a thing. I covered for you. I told him that you'd been acting odd and that I thought you might be suffering from dehydration."

"Dehydration?" I tried to say but then coughed, which I instantly regretted due to the pain.

"Yeah, I imagine you're going to have one whopper of a head ache for quite a few days."  Sam commented.

I closed my eyes for a moment then began to cry, "Sam I am so very sorry! I never should have hit you."

"Yes, yes you should have. I'm sorry I pried into your private life and I honestly wanted our talk to go so much differently." Sam said before looking to the open curtain that encircled the emergency room bed I was lying in.

He walked over and pulled it closed before returning to my side and speaking in a very soft whisper, "Listen, before your wife gets back, I want you to know that I don't care if you are gay, bisexual or whatever you want to call it. I just don't want you to throw away a great career and the life you've built with that wonderful lady of yours. And you were right, I sent Sam-Sam away because I didn't know how to deal with him. I hoped that by sending him away, they could somehow make him straight."

Sam's eyes went glassy, "Sam-Sam sent my wife and I an email two weeks ago. In that email, he told us that he is gay and that he knows we could never accept him that way. He had planned to kill himself right after sending that email to us, but thankfully, one of the other guys in his unit had walked in and stopped him."

Despite feeling like hell, I spoke at length with Sam about his son and about myself. And before my wife showed up, Sam and I came to an agreement that I was going to stop cruising the park for guys to have sex with. He told me anytime I have that urge, to call him and he'll talk me out of it. That worked for the rest of that summer and to the start of the new term at school.

Everything in my life seemed to be going great until that first day of school when I was taking roll call of my third period history class when I called out the name, Teddy Feinstein. The words crossed my lips before I even realized I had read them. In the space of a single nano-second so many things ran through my mind...

"Wait. I know that name!"

"It can't be `my' Teddy!"

"Please God let it be him!"

"What are the odds of there being two boys by that name in this town?"

"Dear God please don't let it be my Teddy!"

I looked up and saw the older and taller boy from three years prior with his hand in the air. He smiled knowingly as he said, "Here."

 

~ TO BE CONTINUED ~

 

 

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