Date: Mon, 20 Jun 2005 20:40:41 -0700 From: Kevin Harness Subject: Hands On My Heart, Epilogue Hands On My Heart Epilogue This story contains descriptions of actors playing gay characters of legal age and below 18. These actors engage in consensual sex in this story, however your government, local laws, statutes, etc may not allow you to read this story. You are not supposed to be reading this story if you are not 18 years of age. All that being said, I write this story for true boylovers and the boys that love to be loved, everywhere, anywhere. ================================================================== No apparent ill-effect was generated from Trevor's extracting he and Michael's nemesis / shadow / weasel's information from the Adminstration Office, so all was well there. On a lighter note, Trevor did hear from his friend Cindee in the Admin Office that a certain school employee took a sudden leave of absence in order to handle some pressing personal business which'd come up rather suddenly. Trevor could only smile. While what he'd done in order to get the weasel off his and Michael's back was not a 100% correct action, in essence all he'd accomplished was bringing their shadow's questionable background up to the proper authorities. It seems that our illustrious tax system received an anonymous tip on where to send mail and where to call a certain person who made it a point to evade federal taxes. The funny part of that was that the school hadn't even begun to take action on the same information which, strangely enough, they'd also had received from an anonymous source. Michael's business was going well, and he deliberately made an effort to tailor it to its being able to be run on two laptops. He scheduled upcoming large installations for 4-6 weeks out, and purposely built up a consultant clientele that could be handled via phone or computer. He also hired a good friend of his to be on call in case any real pressing issues needed a tech to show up on the client's premises, but that was probably going to be few and far between. Trevor's graduation had been a landmark for one and all, and no one was prouder of the accomplishment than the golden boy himself. First in his class. Valedictorian. A speech that would be remembered forever by any who attended the ceremony, and which severely impressed both of his parents. And Michael. The depth of what he'd said still echo'd in their minds, but for Trevor it was just the way he was. Michael still shook his head when he thought back to Graduation Day when his boy, who stood there at 17 years old and gave a speech that rang heavy with of truth and put tears in his eyes. The same boy he'd known at 9 years old who'd just grown on him with each passing day, and who'd never changed, really, from that little boy. After much thought, Michael concluded that the little boy was there and had never left or been supplanted by sociological ideals. Trevor's intellect had developed and he'd become wiser as he learned more. To be sure, his body had most certainly developed (oh yeah!), and he'd become bigger, stronger and faster. But to Michael Trevor was his boy, the object of much admiration, adulation, care, and for lack of a better word, true boylove, and would always be so. To Trevor, Michael had never changed either. He n-e-v-e-r seemed to age at all. He worked out and maintained very good physical conditioning, and was always extremely helpful and willing to drop everything at a moment's notice to help him. Or teach him, sit with him and listen to some story or troubling thought, or just to sit and hang and spend time with him. He had handsome features, smiled constantly, and was totally unassuming despite his expertise, good looks, charm, and self-made wealth. The sheer volume of knowledge that Michael had imparted made him just shake his head, too. It really amazed him that he'd managed to find someone who loved everything about boys and who'd cared enough to take him under wing. Sure, sure, he knew he'd fueled the scenario by being extra cute at times, telling Michael thank you and giving him tight hugs, but he'd really wanted to do those things anyway. As he sat in his bedroom this sunny Tuesday morning after his graduation, he looked back to the day when he came down to see what his neighbor had in his yard for sale. A computer. He had to smile. It was almost a stroke of fate, as it were. Some boys struggle with the gay issue for years, sometimes even decades. Some kids just know what they are and don't know what to call it yet. For a few it's crystal clear from very early on and they don't question it. They just are. And that was Trevor. He'd known from about 9 or 10 that he was gay from all that he could gather from his friends, reading, and online. He smiled as he remembered his understanding of why he liked his neighbor so much, who seemed just as pleased to have him around as he was to be there. It hadn't taken him very long to figure out that Michael was gay, too, and that he liked to have him around. This, of course, led him to looking around on the internet. He'd been told that men would sometimes prey on little boys to take advantage of them sexually. He knew what that meant too. When he looked up "man/boy" he came up with a whole strata of information that no one had ever explained. To be sure there were all sorts of warnings about men preying on boys. There was also the whole subject of "boylove", which he read avidly. Trevor had concluded at a very early age that people couldn't tell the difference between a gay guy that cared for boys and loved them and wanted to help them, and the perverts who just wanted to have their way with them. They were both lumped into one big category. At less than 10 years old he'd figured it out. Why couldn't everyone else? All he could do was shrug his shoulders. He'd also figured out that no one thought that some kids might actually want actual contact with a boylover (as opposed to a pervert). And so, he'd basically hung around Michael, knowing full well he was gay and a boy-lover, and hence someone he definitely wanted to know. He learned a lot. Trevor smiled as he recalled some of his early boyhood observations of Michael, as clear today as they were when he first made them. Michael had taught him to be himself, not hide. He'd taught him that he could be gay and do such a good job on something that people just "overlooked" that he was gay, which nearly always developed into their accepting his being gay, and actually liking it. He'd taught him that no one was perfect, and to like people for what they are even up to the point where they try to hurt you, and even then to choose your options carefully. Yup, he loved this guy a lot. More than a lot, but try to find a word for that. Strangely enough to others perhaps but not to himself, it wasn't the sex. It wasn't that he'd been enthralled by someone letting him do anything he wanted, or just dedicated to making him feel good. Sure, those played a part but mainly it was the reason behind those things that made the difference for him. It was because Michael cared for him, wanted him to experience the most, the best, the most intense, and be truly loved every micro-second along the way. The choice was always his to do or not do, experience or not, so as to never having ever been pushed for the gratification of the other person. No one he'd ever known or heard about had done that for someone else. Only Michael. Smiling, he recalled that he was the one that had suggested to Michael that they have sex, and again could only giggle as he remembered that day. Damn, THAT made him harder than hell! He laughed at himself. Nine years later and the same guy, just thinking about him, got him ready to leap tall buildings at a single bound. "Trevor?" his mom called, "Can you help me with the trash? It's too heavy and I'm afraid I'll break the bag before I even get it out of the basket." "Sure mom, on the way," and he sped to the kitchen to give his mom a hand. As he was taking over the task and his mom stood back for a second, she asked: "Whatcha up to?" He smiled too, and honestly said, "Just remembering earlier times when I was younger, and some of the things that happened across my life. Like all the things I've learned and sort of why I'm me the way I am." "That's nice," she said sweetly and gave him a kiss on his cheek. Then she added, "Michael?" He blushed cutely and they both laughed. "Yeah, I guess so," he said shyly. She could only admire the truth of the situation. Her son was gay, had happened miraculously upon a mentor that seemed to dove-tail with his very personality, and who had taught the boy things that his parents would've been hard pressed to give opinion on. That very man had never taken advantage of her son, had gone so far out of his way to support Trevor that, again, one would be hard pressed to call it anything else other than true caring for the boy. As Trevor toted the trash bag out to the trash bins and back, his mom waited so that she could ask the new graduate an important question. "So..... have you and Michael planned anything out for a vacation?" Trevor stopped in his tracks, a bit surprised, and smiled at his mom. "Well, we were sorta in the middle of figuring out the whole thing but I wanted to get with you guys to figure out what time would be the best for you." "Honey," she said, "make your plans and then let us know what you're going to do. We'll manage no matter what. You're our son, not a shop foreman," she ribbed. Trevor laughed a little. His mom had always been the best at telling him what to do without actually telling him what to do. "Ok, mom," he said as he gave his mom a hug. "Thanks." She just smiled back, and he went to his room. It was like a dream. He could be the inner boy, and laugh and have fun and joke, and also be the outter boy / man / adult and be serious and make plans, schedules, careers, and the like. He could be Michael's boy forever no matter each of their ages, and yet be depended upon for major support and decision regarding on the the city's finest internet businesses. He and Michael decided on a month away to San Francisco. It had a bit of warmer climate and yet cool winds, and fog surprised them from day to day. It offered many different racial and sociological patterns, as well as a whole different aspect of living from his southern state mentality. What mattered most was that he and Michael were on their own. No opposition, no extant prejudices, and even a nice Gay Pride Parade and event to experience. It was quite a month indeed. Arguments? Sure, they had a few, but they learned that one thing was key and paramount to everything: they loved each other and didn't want to be with anyone else. So, what was gleaned was a sense of tolerance, a will to understand the other, and an inherent sense of taking into account as many factors as possible, event possible futures. Trevor, of course, extracted years of experience and knowledge from a simple four weeks of together time. Michael was no less enhanced by the lesson. In truth, he'd never had anyone to be with that had Trevor's intellect, intuition, and compassion. As they sat one night on a bench at one of the many wharfs in San Francisco, Trevor leaned into Michael and put his head on his love's shoulder. Michael instinctively tilted his head into Trevor's, placing his cheek on top of Trev's hair. He could still smell the shampoo and conditioner. And his boy's body sweat. And felt the softness of Trevor's blonde hair, the warmth of his head, and heard the coo of his boy as he cuddled in. "I love you Trev." Trevor smiled and closed his eyes and shooked his head from side to side, enjoying both the importance and candor of the moment. "Thanks, hon. I love you too," he returned, eyes still closed. Michael could feel his heart leap in anticipation, and joy. "Well," he said, "what do you say to this?" Trevor opened his eyes, dream-like, to Michael holding up a jewelry box with the most beautiful ring that he'd seen. "Damn, Michael," was all he could say. "Yeah," Michael agreed. "What's this for?" Trevor asked. "Well, normally it's called an engagement ring, but I've been pretty unable to speak for the last half-hour or so," Michael croaked back. Trevor sat up and looked at Michael who had tears streaking his face. "Really?" Trevor said in awe, taking the box into his hands. "Really," Michael said, doing his best to regain some sort of composure. Trevor squinched his eyes shut and tears leaked from both eyes profusely, pulling his boylover close into him. "You already know," Trevor said, barely able to speak. "Yeah," Michael said back, "but I wanted this moment to be sort of an event." Trevor wiped his eyes and attempted to be present and accounted for. Michael did the same. "Ok, ready," his blonde-headed boy said, eyes gleaming and lips quivering. Somehow regaining a foothold, Michael took a deep breath. "Trev, I offer you this ring because I love you too much for words, and because I want to be with you for the rest of my life. I want you and only you for my life partner." Trevor held up his hand and Michael put the ring on his finger. He could only mouth the words 'I accept' because he was crying too hard to voice anything. Michael somehow managed to say, "Cool," and Trevor nodded, each hugging the other tightly. The business they ran on two laptops generated its highest income ratio. The boylover / loved boy noted their most intense and loudest cums ever, and logged in more hugging time than the whole previous year combined. Trevor's parents were delighted at his entry into the university, his partnership in Michael's business, and the betrothal of their only son to Michael. What can be written now? We all know that they send each other to planets yet-undiscovered during sex, and that absolutely no one could pull them apart physically, or mentally. We can ascertain many things, to be sure, among them that both benefited from this decades-long encounter. A moot point. Can a young person have such feelings, and are they able to discern the things that Trevor was able to in this story? Are there actually such people out there such as Michael who truly care for the welfare and well-being of a young boy? I hope so. Goodbye for now.