Perilous Journey 7

PERILOUS JOURNEY - 7

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CHAPTER 7

(Revisiting Chapter 6)

When comfortable, Scott continued. "You've really got to read my lecture on "Historical Approaches to the Care and Feeding of Young Women". It's good stuff, but I fear it's a bit provocative for this evening. We also have to face the fact that classes start next week. Simply put, I need to spend some time in my office." Robbie interrupted, "Yeah, Dad. You're not alone. I need to touch bases with some friends, pick up my class list, and talk with Coach Lawson about football-wrestling conflicts. If you still think I should live in a dorm for at least the first year, I'd also like to meet my roommate. Maybe we could go over to Timothy on the same day?" Scottie nodded before murmuring, "There are a lot of things we need to discuss, yes?" Reaching over and nibbling on the boy's ear, he added, "The thought comes to me, however, that there may be something considerably more enjoyable on our docket after supper."

(Continuing Our Story: The Freshman Year Approaches)

Before heading over to his History Department office, Professor Scott Thayer dropped Mr. Robert Thayer off at the Castle. Yeah, it was "back to school," but somehow Robbie had never felt the way he felt at that moment. Damn! He was a college student...on campus for the beginning of his freshman year...in front of a building in which he had friends. What's more, since he had to be dropped off, his dad had dropped him off in a Porsche! He was grinning so widely that he almost tripped over the curb!

Coach Lawson didn't seem to see a major problem in the limited overlap of the football and wrestling seasons. There were many NCAA-approved ways, he explained, in which the younger Thayer would be able to be a full member of the team or teams that he made. Further, Coach would help him with the paperwork at the appropriate time. Perhaps, at least from his standpoint, the youngster was most pleased by the fact that a nationally ranked coach in the Iowa State wrestling tradition was obviously delighted that he had chosen Timothy. (And well he might have been. In truth, Lawson saw a prospective team captain who would lead Timothy Wrestling to new heights a couple of years down the road.)

At that point, Pete Austin, the team captain, stuck his head in the door and claimed Robbie. (Everyone in the Castle, of course, understood "protecting the coach" to be one of his duties!) In response to a comment that he hadn't seen Seth, Pete told him that the blond was studying in Germany for the first semester. "Oh, and hey, as the team captain (He had been redshirted as a freshman), I met some of the scholarship jocks at a reception. One of the guys with whom I was most impressed was a freshman by the name of Andy Cooper. He's an absolute tank, but he struck me as a damned nice guy and, from what I heard, a super athlete. You may want to look him up." Robbie was momentarily breathless. Andy Cooper was coming here...to Timothy? He had known him in elementary school!

Before he left the Castle, Rob dropped by Coach Don's cubbyhole and thanked him again for the info on adult adoptions. Naturally, he let him know that for all intents and purposes his adoption was in his back pocket. The Coach immediately began calling him "Thayer" which tickled the hell out of him! "Dad and I are holding a little cookout just before the official starting date. How do those things work around here, Coach? I mean, I'd like to send you an invite...unless that's the wrong thing to do at Timothy." "Completely relaxed, the well liked and respected grad student coach answered that he never turned down a meal or a free beer. Besides," he added, "I also served as a very junior member of a faculty committee that was chaired by Prof. Thayer. I was impressed and would enjoy the opportunity to see how it's done from another side of the table." "You want to teach and coach in a college or university, don't you?" Robbie asked. "Yep," Coach answered. "Long road..." Robbie just smiled, lightly tapped him on the upper arm, and murmured, "Good. Gotta jet... Thanks again for the info, Coach. It led to fulfilling a dream."

(The Blond Tank)

Having wandered over to the Student Union, Rob was about to take a break for lunch when a big (mammoth!) dark blond walked up to him, asked if he were Rob Lewis, and introduced himself as Andy Cooper. No one was going to miss him, for he stood 6'3" high and looked to be about six-feet across...none of which was fat! When bent forward from the waist, arms extended to the sides, the top of his shoulders formed a wide shelf. His torso was massive. While his muscular thighs were well-shaped, they anchored him to the ground. Short dark blond hair topped the fresh, open face of the American boy-next-door. Not surprisingly, he was a prototypical football guard...a high school All-American, by the way.

Cooper noted that Housing had mentioned that Rob was tentatively signed up as his frosh dorm roommate. How he hoped that that worked out, for the chemistry between the two had been excellent from the moment they had shaken hands. (In fact, they had been the closest of friends during elementary school - at least during the school day - until the Coopers had moved away from the Kingston Unified School District when the boys were ten. As mentioned earlier, a quick little boy kiss in response to a great present he gave Rob at a third grade birthday party mentioned earlier had led Rob's father to forbid them from having contact outside of school. Rob always remembered the sunny-faced, big blond, for he was one of the very few friends he had before moving to Mt. Baxter.) Andy was a little surprised that Housing had kept the spot open so long. "Family," Rob grunted. "My dad is Professor Scott Thayer of the History Department." "Ho...HO!" the blond murmured. "I hear that he is a fantastic teacher. In fact, I'm signed up for one of his introductory courses!" "Believe he's great!" Rob exclaimed. "Super way to begin your college studies!"

"Hey," Rob asked. "You interested in seeing if we can get a great lunch - and not have to pay for it?" Andy grinned and replied (as had Coach Don) that he never turned down a free lunch or beer. Happily, Rob got his dad on the cell phone and was promptly asked if he would like to have lunch at a good restaurant. "Mind if I bring a friend along?" he snickered. "You work fast, Muscles," his dad replied. "Yes, do bring him along."

It was hard to tell who was more charmed at lunch, Dr. Thayer or Andy. Obviously, Cooper came from a cultured home that strongly supported its offspring. Also, Rob surmised that there was no great pressure as regarded money. (We're talking South Shore Long Island suburbia. Nice country if you can avoid the worst of the metropolitan New York traffic and congestion!) Quite comfortable, he began telling Scott that he was pursuing an open bid at the "Kappa House". His dad had been a Kappa; he wanted to follow. Besides, it was one of the handful of national fraternities that (seriously) sought both outstanding students and outstanding athletes.

A very strange look passed across Professor Thayer's face. Andy was asked if his father was Chase Cooper of the banking Coopers? Told that he was, the elder Thayer grinned and quietly said, "Though he was a couple of years ahead of me, we were both Kappas at the State University! Andy's size and the sunny personality were familiar." After a few minutes of excited conversation, Andy told Scott Thayer how excited he was about rooming with Robbie in a frosh dorm. Now, if he landed the fraternity bid, he'd reluctantly cancel his dorm reservation. Clearly, that wasn't the outcome that he really wanted. Perhaps Rob could stop by the House with him that afternoon and see what he thought of it. ('Clever lad,' Scott thought.)

Rob and his dad discussed the problem that evening over supper. The House was fantastic; Andy and he would have an awesome room. There was a frank discussion of obligations that the members were expected to assume. Parenthetically, they met many of the members, including two scholarship frosh who were going out for football. Rob reported that the Kappas really wanted both of them to join the fraternity.

Rob felt that there had been only one snag during the visit. Miss Wendy Greene and the Beta activities chairperson had stopped by to do the final planning for the mixer. (Seems that the Tau Tau House was only two houses away. <sigh>) What Rob didn't know was that she was at her deadliest when she thought men were ignoring her. For instance, as the men struck up conversations, she commented...oh so offhandedly...to the Beta chair that Rob was not only one of the best looking new men on campus, but she knew personally that he was also one of the best built. This got back to Rob via Andy who chortled that most of the Kappas saw her as a liar and thought she was only being catty and reversing what she meant. Andy would have been safe from attack if he had stopped there...but he didn't. Rather, he snickered that a few of the jocks had asked if her lie meant Rob should henceforth be known as "Tiny Thayer"? From that moment forth, Robbie was affectionately known among the Kappas as "Tiny Thayer"!

Scottie laughed his fool head off, suggesting that Rob had little to fear from Miss Wendy Greene. He did suggest that Rob make no decisions until the question of the bid was settled. Looking at his son, he hesitated. "Something else, Muscles"? "Maybe, Dad," Tiny mumbled. "We need to talk a little about the 'Night before the Rat Race Party', but that doesn't really have to happen right this minute. On the other hand, I've got about as many questions about going into a dorm as I have in moving into a frat house. I keep telling you that you are my love. Although our relationship needs to be further developed, it's something that I always want to be at the center of our lives. I'm pretty sure that we are not reading different books. If we are moving in the same direction, It seems to me that this is an important time for that work. How in hell can we do this if I'm off living somewhere else?"

His chin down, his eyes shut, Scott sat in a way that Robbie already knew signaled intense concentration. Suddenly, his chin rose and his eyes shot open. "First and foremost, Robbie Thayer, you know we are moving in the same direction. Put that one to rest. As regards the other, I'm drawn back to the Good Book where it reads 'To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven' (Eccl. 1 AV). In American culture, son, college stands as something of a halfway house between home and the outside world. Given some external guidance, with additional assistance available, the developing human being is allowed greater freedom to make personal decisions than he or she ever enjoyed during childhood or even the later adolescent years. This is a necessary period, a time where knowledge and lessons vital to adult living are learned. The parent cannot for nothing more than his own pleasure deny his 18-21 year child this experience or its equivalent outside college. In like measure, those who move abruptly from the childhood-earlier adolescent stage to the full adult responsibility stage face problems for which they are not fully prepared. Pray God that these individuals learn these lessons "on the fly", for there will be problems (within themselves and/or with the wider society) if not. Thus, the process of change from one stage to another must be planned with care so as to invite rather than discourage interaction and to provide bridges so that the individual does not flee the former experience.

"I'll speak frankly, son. I do not want to deny you your 'halfway house' experience because 'I've grown accustomed to [your] face' (My Fair Lady, 1956) - let alone the rest of your body, your smell, your presence...your love. In our case, I see a couple of additional problems. First, your earlier years denied you experiences that are difficult to make up. (The student, the teachers, and the cultural context have all changed.) In the second instance, I think you are at least partially correct. Those rare people who have discovered that they love eternally despite an unsupportive culture probably do need more during the halfway house period than brief contacts on the phone, on High Holidays, or when the male casually drops by with his dirty laundry. It sounds to me as if a great deal of patience, planning, and love are needed to have much chance for success, whether you're in a dorm, in the frat house - or, truthfully, continuing to live at home. Maybe that's our basic task, Robbie...i.e., working out what we have to do to keep our central relationship growing no matter if you are in the dorm, in the frat house, or even at home. Sorry to have babbled so, love. We'll talk again...and in the very near future."

Speaking very seriously, Rob said, "You haven't babbled, Dad. You've sure helped me get my mind around what we're going through." (If only this had been completely true. Actually, a great deal of confusion and pain remained.) (Pause.) " If I mention one more thing on my mind, Dad, will you throw something at me?" Scottie let out a really great belly laugh before exclaiming, "Well, Muscles, I'd say that you have more than a fair chance to keep your head. Nevertheless, if I take off after you with a battle axe, just remember to run fast...real fast." Rob held up his arms in a mock plea for mercy before whispering, "What's up?"

(Telling It Like It Is)

Rob screwed up his face comically before reminding Scott that he had (at some point in the past) mentioned having concerns about "rough love". "You're pretty sure that when you have these desires that it's one more mark of being sick and perverted, right?" his dad inquired. "Right!" exploded the thoroughly confused youngster. "Especially in earlier years, I can remember comparing those feelings with what my parents and the minister were telling me about how the 'good' person should feel and act. There were days when I could feel the devil reaching out for me!

"Well, Dad, I still have those feelings on occasion, and I'd like to know more about what some people call BDSM. Do you know anyone into that stuff who might be willing to tell me more about it and help me understand my own feelings? I mean...what the hell? Why should I have occasional dreams about your slapping me silly, chaining me to the bed, and fucking my eyes out? Or how can I love a guy and still think about tearing his clothes off, stomping him into the dirt, and sinking my cock deep into his butt without having Thought One about the pain he's feeling?"

Scott hesitated. Was he ever glad to have made it through adolescence...in one piece! "I have my concerns, son, but yes...I do know someone who's 'into that stuff' - way into, as a matter of fact. You've met him in passing, Mr. Guy Farmer, our next door neighbor - the man who stables my horses and keeps an eye on the property when I'm not around. I'm still concerned, though, about the number of major projects you are balancing. I won't insult you by listing them, but, hey, there are limits, yes?"

"There sure are limits to what I can handle," Rob replied. "The fact remains that really vicious pain and control fantasies are tearing me apart right now. I need help in draining off some of the pressure."

After sitting silently for a bit more than a minute, Scottie simply said "I hear you, son." Within the day, Guy Farmer had accepted an invitation to dinner. It was a good meeting. Rob appreciated Farmer's frankness and noticed the mutual respect between his father and their guest. On the very next evening, Rob donned a light jacket and jogged across the harvested field that separated their properties. A hall clock struck the hour as he knocked on Farmer's heavy oaken door.

(To Be Continued)