|THE GENITAL GYMNAST Copyright © 2005
by Jerry Leckie —
A well-endowed high school athlete, who considers himself straight, has
resigned himself to being appreciated only for his
"equipment," when he suddenly finds himself falling into an unexpected
relationship with a fellow jock.
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THE GENITAL GYMNAST - PART FOUR
Part Three, Chapter Nine - After his
last class, Joe had warmed up for gymnastics practice in the
weight room. He was returning to his locker when a red-faced and
agitated Cliff grabbed him by the shoulder. "Joe, I can't stand by and
say nothing anymore. Randy is my friend. We've known each other all our
lives. And I don't like you corrupting him."
Knowing full well to what Cliff was referring, Joe asked blandly, "What
are you talking about?"
Cliff's voice rose a decibel. "You know what I'm talking about. I heard
you two talking in the locker room Friday afternoon. And I saw you kiss
him. Well, he's straight. And, I don't like the idea of you turning him
into a faggot."
Joe's stomach clinched and turned sour. Their secret was now public
he thought. Trying to remain calm, he looked Cliff in the eye and said,
"I'm glad you're his friend and care enough about him to try to protect
him. Why don't
the three of us get together, maybe tomorrow after last class and talk
it over? Then, I think you'll see he doesn't need protecting, at least
not from me."
Still seething, Cliff gave Joe a last death stare and stalked off.
Joe didn't have a chance to speak to Randy before practice began. It
took all of his concentration to remain calm enough to perform the
various exercises up to his usual standard. He did notice that Cliff
did not have an opportunity to chat with Randy either.
After practice, Joe delayed his boyfriend until they were the last to
gym, and told him about his conversation with Cliff. Randy was very
at first, unhappy that they had been found out and reluctant to deal
with their relationship as an open secret. But, Joe convinced him in
short order that a conversation with Cliff might keep their
relationship under wraps, at least until graduation.
They parted in the student parking lot, with Randy still in a moderate
state of agitation. Joe
hugged him and returned to the gym to retrieve his forgotten backpack.
About one o'clock in the morning, Randy was in bed, but not yet asleep.
condemnation from his parents, confrontations with his friends, scorn
from his peers, disdain from his coach and teammates swirled before
his mental gaze, when the phone rang.
"Randy, this is Stella."
She sounded weird. "What's wrong Stell?"
"Joe's in the hospital emergency room. He's been hurt."
All of Randy's senses
suddenly focused on the telephone, all else forgotten. "How bad?
Traffic accident? Are you there now? Talk to me Stell."
"I'm pulling into the hospital parking lot now. Meet me at St.
Vincent's emergency room." And, the line went dead.
Randy threw on some clothes and left a note for his
parents. Had there
been a policeman handy, he could have earned several traffic citations
before his automobile screeched to a halt in the hospital parking lot.
Red faced and panting, he raced into the waiting room where Stella
paced the floor.
She hugged him and sat them down, holding his hand. "He's still in
an examination room. Uncle Malcomb--that's his dad--was in with him for
a while. The doctor told Uncle Mal that he has no broken bones, just
lots of scratches and bruises. But what's worrying them is
that he was unconscious when the ambulance brought him in, so they're
gonna run some tests."
Randy breathed a sigh. "Aw shit. Do you know what happened?"
"The police said that the janitors at the school found him on the floor
of the locker room--with all the lights out--about ten thirty and
911. It looks like somebody beat him up."
sat up straight, mind racing. "But, he and I were the last to leave the
gym around nine thirty." As a thought overtook him, he
put his face in his hands. "Oh my God! He forgot his backpack and went
back after it ... and I left him there!"
Stella hugged him. "Oh, don't go on a guilt trip now. You couldn't know
that some nut would attack him."
Randy calmed and became more rational. "Was it a robbery or what? Does
anyone have any idea why he was attacked?"
Stella heaved a big sigh. "Yeah, they do. His car was the only one in
the parking lot, so the cops checked it out. Somebody had scratched
'fag' on one of the doors."
Randy's eyes went wide. "Oh shit ... Cliff!"
"Cliff Somers. He's on the gymnastics team." Stella nodded, indicating
that she knew the boy. "Before practice, he was yelling at Joe
for corrupting me. He thinks
Joe is turning me from a nice straight boy into a fag."
Stella knitted her brows. "The doctor says that it looked like Joe put
up a pretty good fight before he was knocked out. Could Cliff have done
"No, they're evenly matched. But two of them could. Both Cliff
and Lynn--Lynn Weston; he's a
gymnast too--together could have." He stood and began pacing, shaking
his head. "Oh man, I hope it's not them. I've known
those guys all my life."
They strolled down the hall to a soft drink machine. "The police must
have told Joe's dad that this was a hate crime. Does he know that Joe
Stella sighed and chuckled mirthlessly. "Yeah, he knows, but chooses to
ignore it. Joe dated a lot of girls until about
three years ago. But, just when Uncle Malcomb thought he was going to
have grandkids in his old
age, Joe sprung the news on him. Uncle Mal tried
very hard to be understanding. He didn't scream and shout.
He told Joe he understood, but he really didn't. In fact, at family
gatherings he'll make comments like 'when Joe marries and has kids
...,' stuff like that. It's driven a wedge between them too."
"Hm, I had sorta wondered why Joe never invited me to his house."
took his hand and started walking back to the waiting room. "If
he had, it probably would have been a strained visit. Uncle Mal would
see you as a prospective boyfriend." She frowned in thought. "Joe and I
never talked about why he and his dad moved here, but just after Uncle
Mal found out about Joe and Brad, they moved. Now, that sounds
like he wanted to break up Joe's little romance."
Randy began to pace again. He looked at his watch, then motioned toward
the examination rooms. "Is your uncle still in there with him?"
"No, he asked me to stay here until my folks come down
about seven o'clock."
Randy was incredulous. "His own father wouldn't stay with him?"
"Oh don't worry. Uncle Mal is worried about Joe. He cried like a
baby when he saw the condition Joe was in. And, when he came out, he
angry as I've ever seen him. He could have chewed nails. I've never
heard swear words like that."
looked confused and she explained. "In spite of their differences,
Uncle Mal loves Joe. And, somebody made the mistake of
messing with Mal
Foxworth's boy. At this moment he's busy waking up everyone he can
think of, and the early edition of the Grant County Times will have a front page
article about Joe's attack."
At Randy's surprised look, she continued. "He had to rush back to the
paper to recompose the front page." Randy still looked confused. "When
the early edition arrives, look at the masthead. You'll see that
Gordon Foxworth--my dad--is the publisher and Malcomb Foxworth is the
editor." Randy whistled in wonderment.
sighed, heavily. "It's going to get very interesting. When Uncle Mal goes on a
crusade, he's like a pit bull that won't let go of a bone." She gave a
mirthless laugh. "So you can bet that by daylight the school campus
will be crawling with police, Times
reporters and several TV crews. The chief of
police and the mayor will get no rest until the case is
She gave him a wan smile. "You can feel sorry for the principal and the
school board too.
Don't forget that the attack took place on school property." She looked
critically at Randy. "By the way, were there any adult
supervisors in the gym when you left?" Randy shook his head and Stella
whistled. "That's bad news. Uncle Mal is gonna go ape shit when he
A nurse appeared, announcing that Joe was out of Emergency but had been
admitted to the hospital. She gave
them his room number and said they could visit him briefly until his
medication put him to sleep. They thanked her and ran for the elevator.
As they approached the room, a gray haired doctor and a good-looking
young, plainclothes policeman emerged. Stella and
Randy introduced themselves to the doctor and inquired about Joe's
condition. Doctor Kemp said his condition did not appear to be serious,
but they had
admitted him for tests and further treatment. He politely excused
The policeman touched the badge pinned to his coat and introduced
himself as Detective Killian. He asked to speak
to them as part of his official investigation. Seating them in a nearby
waiting room, he began his inquiries.
"Mr. Wade, Joe Foxworth states
that you and he left the school gym at the same time last evening and
to your automobiles in the student parking lot. Then, he returned to
the gym to retrieve his backpack. Did you wait for him to return?"
"No, I got in my car and drove home."
"Did you see any other cars in the parking lot save yours and Mr.
"Did you see any other person or persons in the parking lot or close to
"No sir. As far as I knew, we were the only ones at the gym. But the
janitorial staff was elsewhere on campus."
"When we examined Mr. Foxworth's automobile, we discovered a word
scratched into the paint of the driver's door. Mr. Foxworth states that
it had not been there earlier. Did you see it as you left the parking
"No. Joe's truck looked okay. It was parked next to my car."
"The word scratched into the paint was 'fag.' Mr. Foxworth has
to being homosexual. Mr. Wade, did you know that he was
Randy could feel the heat rising in his face as the officer's questions
became more personal. "Yes, I knew he was gay."
"Did you personally object to his being gay?"
Randy looked at Stella and shivered at the thought of making his
relationship with Joe a matter of official record. "Hardly, Detective.
Killian made a note on his pad and continued. "I see. Is Mr.
Foxworth's sexual orientation a matter of public knowledge at the
"As far as I know, no one knows for sure." A feeling of dread began to
well in his stomach. "But at least one of the students has begun to
suspect and argued with Joe about it yesterday." Randy gave him Cliff's
name, address and phone number.
"Do you know whether Cliff Somers might have discussed the matter with
any other students?"
"No, I don't. Cliff, Joe and I were supposed to meet this afternoon to
talk about it." Randy informed the policeman of his lifelong friendship
with Cliff, Lynn and the other members of their social clique. He also
gave Killian their names and addresses.
At Detective Killian's question, Randy could think of no other
information relevant to Joe's attack. The officer was preparing to depart, when Randy mused, "The doctor
said it looked like Joe put up a fight. I wonder what his attacker
looks like right now."
Killian's eyebrows went up. "Attackers,
Mr. Wade. Mr. Foxworth said there were
two of them. They didn't use weapons--although, they may have had
them--; they just used their fists and made some
hateful comments. In the darkened gym, he couldn't see who they were
and didn't recognize their voices."
The officer smiled for the first time. "After meeting Joe Foxworth, I
would be reluctant to challenge him to a fight.
I'm sure his attackers are licking their wounds right now, and, if
we're lucky, they are seeking medical help. We're in the
process of checking all admissions to emergency rooms this evening, but
so far, nothing looks promising." The detective gave
Randy his card in
case he recalled anything relevant to the investigation and left them.
Stella and Randy entered Joe's room, he was awake and tried his best to
smile, given the number of bandages on his face.
"Heyyyyyyyyy," he crooned, "my two favorite people in allllllll the
world," and held out a bandaged hand.
They rushed to his side, both with tears in their eyes. Randy held the
bandaged hand tenderly and choked back a sob. "Hey Boyfriend. How you
Joe giggled. "I feel fucking great!" He nodded toward the IV drip.
"They're giving me some serious shit. Do you know how many drug addicts
would love to be on the
high that I'm on right now?"
Stella laughed. "I
don't know how you do it Joe, but you always see the bright side of
every situation. Even this one, in spite of the way you look."
Joe looked lovingly at Randy. "How do I look?"
Randy gave his lover a wan smile. "My dear sweet boyfriend, you look
like you've been stomped by an angry elephant." Joe giggled. Randy
examined the bandaged hand he was holding. "It looks like you gave
a good account of yourself anyway."
Joe laughed aloud. "Who the hell knows. It was pitch dark and we were
swinging blind at each other. I think I got one of them in the nuts.
And I got a solid punch to someone's mouth,
because I felt his tooth cut my hand." Then, he said wistfully, "But,
one of them got lucky and clobbered me upside the head ... and the
fight was over."
Tears began to trickle down Randy's face and he hugged Joe's hand to
his chest. Joe pulled it free and stroked his boyfriend's cheek. "Aw,
don't cry Babe. I'm alive and kicking ... well, I'll be kicking as soon
as I come down off this high."
Randy tried to smile through his tears. "Did anything the assholes said
give ya a clue as to who they were?"
Joe stifled another giggle. "Well, I was sorta busy at the time ...
but, let me see ..." The smile slid off his face as his foggy memory
began to work. His face took on a sad expression. "It wasn't
pretty. According to them, I'm the
Antichrist, who deserves to die. I'm also in league with the Sons of Sodom, or some such. Oh, and I
your name and some bullshit about not allowing me to drag you into the
dark kingdom of Hades."
The hatred implied in those words literally stopped conversation for a
minute. At length, Stella kissed Joe's cheek and changed the
direction of the conversation. "Mom and dad will be here later, and
Uncle Mal will be back sometime today."
The statement sobered Joe a bit. "Dad was here?"
Stella laughed. "I'll say." And she recounted the events before Joe
"Wow," Joe said in wonder.
Stella continued. "He really loves you Joe. He's on a crusade to find
and in order to do that, he'll have to acknowledge publicly that
you're gay." She giggled. "Think about it Cuz ... Malcomb Foxworth
crusading for gay rights."
A chill ran up Randy's spine as he listened to her words. Later in the
Joe would be outted to the world, out to every reader of the Grant
He looked down at his lover, at the beautiful hard body that someone
had dared to deface. He looked into Joe's big brown eyes and into the
sweet, joyful soul that someone had tried to pollute with hateful
accusations. Joe's life might not be easy at Grant High from now on.
Hell, he might even be in danger twenty-four hours a day.
Randy took a deep breath and stood tall, steeling himself for the tasks
that lay ahead. Well, he
thought, Joe won't have to face the
world alone. Holding Joe's hand, he leaned down and gave him a
tender kiss on the lips.
At that moment, the door opened. Randy looked up to see his
Jack and Bernice Wade rushed to the bedside. Blushing,
Randy steadfastly held his lover's hand.
Bernice gushed, "Randy, when we read your note, we came as soon as we
Randy glanced at his watch and was surprised to see that
was six o'clock already. He hurriedly introduced them to Stella. Then,
Bernice turned her attention to Joe. "Oh, you poor boy; we're so sorry
you're hurt; you look awful;
how do you feel; what happened; is there anything that we can do for
you?" she said, all in one breath.
Joe gave her a confused look through a sleepy grin. Randy chuckled
and said, "Easy Mom. One question at a time." He indicated the IV
drip hanging over Joe's bed. "He's high as a kite and about to descend
into the Land of Nod."
He looked down and, indeed, Joe had fallen
asleep. He gently placed Joe's hand on the bed and turned to his
"Let's go to the waiting room and let him sleep." He glanced
at Stella. She nodded, indicating that she would come along. "We'll
tell you what we know up to now."
In the waiting room, Randy and Stella sat facing Jack and Bernice,
telling them the story, leaving nothing out. Randy concluded with,
"And, when the paper comes out this morning, everyone will know that
Joe is gay."
He looked back and forth between his parents. "Mom, Dad,
Joe is my best friend." He took a deep breath. "He's more than my best
friend. He's my boyfriend. He means more to me than anyone I've ever
known. And, he's going to have a rough time of it. He may be ridiculed
at school. He may not be accepted by the rest of the gymnastics team.
Hell, the assholes--sorry Mom--that attacked him may try to finish the
job before the cops catch them. I won't let him go through all of that
alone. I will stand by his side."
Jack and Bernice looked mentally windblown, trying to absorb all of the
information that had been thrown at them--machine gun fashion--for the
past fifteen minutes. Stella and Randy sat like statues, waiting for a
Jack took Bernice's hand and looked wistfully at her. She
smiled at him. They studied each other for a moment, then he
winked at her. Her eyes went wide for a heartbeat and she gave him an
affectionate smile. He matched her smile and kissed her. A
twenty-year loving relationship had made it possible for them to carry
without saying a single word.
Bernice gazed fondly at her son. "Over the last few weeks, we've known
this conversation was going to happen. But, now that it's here, I'm not
sure exactly what to say."
Randy gave her a panicky look, so she leaned forward and
took his hand. Looking at him thoughtfully, she continued. "You've
been a good son. And, you've proved over and over again that you make
mature decisions. That has made us very happy. But,
we knew that something was missing that would give you the happiness you deserved. And
that made us sad, because we couldn't provide it for you no matter how
much we wanted to."
She looked at Jack and he nodded his agreement. "Then, a miracle
happened. Randy, you've been happier the last few weeks than anytime in
ten years. And, it wasn't difficult to figure out that Joe was
involved." Now, Randy looked at her in wide-eyed wonder. "We knew you
weren't happy dating all those girls." She chuckled. "You would come
home from a date smelling like a sex machine, but there was no
enjoyment, no fulfillment, no happiness in your eyes. Then, from the
first day you met Joe, the contentment, enjoyment and happiness
Bernice looked once more to Jack for moral support, and found it. "What
we're trying to say is, you've discovered your true nature, and we're
happy that you are sharing it with a young man as wonderful as Joe."
Jack moved behind his son's chair and encircled the boy in his arms.
always love you and stand by you. We're happy for you Randy and proud
of you. You and Joe are top of the line. We couldn't do any better." He
kissed his son on the cheek and all four of them wept.
After a few moments, Randy sniffed and said, "Thank you for
Stella recovered and spoke up. "Let's go have some breakfast. It's on
They settled around a table in the cafeteria and enjoyed a well
deserved meal. The Wades took the opportunity to find out more about
Stella. She told them about her school work, plans for university and
aspirations for a career. Then, she told them a bit about her family.
Jack exclaimed, "Oh, I know your father quite well. My law firm
represents the Times in
litigation matters. I've met Joe's father too, but I don't know him."
He hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Do your
parents know that Joe is gay?"
She smiled warmly. "Yes they do. And they know about me and my
Jack smiled affably, seemingly unfazed by the additional information
Meanwhile, Randy had been thoughtfully munching on his last piece of
toast. When conversation ceased for a moment, he mused, "Ya know, the
guys that beat up Joe might have
actually been trying to kill him, and weren't expecting him to
fight back." The other three stared at him in surprise, processing the
Randy continued, "What if they find out where he is and try to finish
Bernice was trying to get her mental arms around the idea. "You think
they might have intended to murder him?"
Randy shrugged. "Who knows, but to be on the safe side, I don't think
we should leave him
Stella piped up, "I agree. We ought to set up a round-the-clock watch
in his room." She looked toward the door and smiled. "Ah, here come
Gordon and Elaine Foxworth joined them. Jack and Gordon introduced
their wives. Randy filled Stella's parents in on everything
they knew about the incident. Gordon had been in touch with Mal and the
police: Investigators were searching Joe's truck and backpack, the
parking lot and gym for clues. Finally, Randy
confirmed what Gordon and Elaine had already guessed, that he and Joe
After everyone had a chuckle over that, they discussed
and agreed to set up a watch in Joe's room. Elaine would stay for the
rest of the morning, then Bernice agreed to return for the afternoon.
Randy sheepishly volunteered to stay the night and everyone suppressed
Jack remarked, "You have school tomorrow young man." When Randy gave
him an Aw Dad look, Jack
amended his announcement. "Okay, you can visit for a while this
evening, then I'll take the graveyard shift."
Gordon piped up, "Both Malcomb and I will drop by for a while sometime
Stella looked critically at her father. "Dad, answer a question for me.
Why did Uncle Mal take the editor's job at the Times?"
Gordon looked at her in surprise, then, understanding the
intent of her question, he smiled warmly. "Because I badgered him into
it. We love and respect each other, but, as you know, we have totally
opposite personalities. And, the last thing I need as an editor is a
Yes Man. What do I need is a
hard-nosed, aggressive son-of-a-bitch that
will tell me to go to Hell when it's appropriate. And your uncle fills
that role nicely. He was reluctant to take the job when the vacancy
appeared because we
are so different, but I prevailed." He concluded with a twinkle in his
eye, "So, you can forget the idea that he
moved here just to separate Joe and his former boyfriend." Stella
blushed prettily at being busted for the real reason for her question.
A delivery boy entered the cafeteria and dropped a stack of newspapers
just inside the door. Gordon bought several copies and brought them
back to the table. Everyone eagerly read a column titled Student Attacked at Grant High. The
first paragraph gave a
two sentence summary of the event. The second proceeded with
a detailed account of the attack, including as many facts as had been
revealed by the police. The third identified the attack as a
hate crime, revealing that Joe was gay. The balance of the article,
concentrated on Joe's character and school and athletic records, and was
embellished with his senior school picture.
When everyone had finished reading, Gordon said, "This is the late City
Edition. Read the editorial on page two and you'll see
what I was doing until about four o'clock this morning."
Everyone's paper rustled as they eagerly turned to the appropriate
page. In moments, their mouths were agape. The column decried the
number of unsolved hate crimes at Grant High School over the last four
"Jeez," Randy exclaimed, "there's been attacks on gay students
each of the last four years. I don't remember hearing about any of these."
"Yeah," Gordon exclaimed, "it surprised the hell out of me too when I
ran a search of unsolved crimes in the police department's data base.
Something is going on at that school, and
Malcomb and I are going to get to the bottom of it."
Reading the editorial suddenly put a damper on the group. Stella yawned
and said she was going home to crash. Randy realized that he was
exhausted and echoed her announcement.
As he prepared to leave, he gave everyone a hug; then, he turned to his
mother. "Mom, can you send Joe some flowers from your shop?"
She grinned. "Sure Sweetheart. And, I'll include a nice card from you."
Randy blushed and made a hasty exit.
It was about two hours after sunrise when he arrived home.
He stripped to his underwear, fell into bed and was asleep
immediately. But, it was not a peaceful slumber.
In spite of his exhausted state, his mind raced with bizarre and
freakish images. Strange looking angels tied him naked to a
cross. As they floated above, singing unintelligible hymns, a group of
creatures emerged from a flaming hole in the ground, followed by a
creature driving them forward with a whip.
They approached the foot of
his cross wearing little more than lascivious expressions, drool
running from the corners of their mouths. He immediately recognized
them as caricatures of his circle jerk group. Each took its turn
gleefully playing with his privates, ultimately masturbating him,
slowly and sensuously to orgasm, while the horned creature urged them
with his whip.
Hour after hour, they brought him to the ultimate feeling, with each
orgasm being more painful than the last. At each ejaculation, his
semen spewed out and turned into white doves, so numerous they eventually formed a
over the angles singing above him.
At length, the horned creature approached the cross, red eyes glowing
like coals. It spit on Randy and raised its arm to bring the whip down
upon his bruised penis. But, before the creature could strike, Randy
cried out for Joe. As the echo of his voice died away, celestial bells
began to ring. The angels looked
upward and the cloud of doves parted as the tolling of the bells grew
Randy jerked awake. He looked down in confusion at his sweat-soaked
body and the sodden
mess of semen in his underwear. He shook his aching head, trying in
to stop the
ceaseless ringing of the bells. Then, he realized the sound was the
front doorbell being repeatedly pressed. In desperation, he leaped out
bed, removed his underwear and slipped on a pair of dirty gym shorts.
Muttering every curse his foggy brain could conjure, he headed for the
He jerked it open to reveal Cliff standing there with tears
streaming down his face. The boy held out his arms in a pleading
gesture. "I didn't do it Randy. Honest I didn't. Please believe me."
Stone faced, Randy nodded for Cliff to enter. Without further
acknowledgment, he turned and headed for the kitchen, Cliff following
like a whipped puppy. Randy extracted two Cokes from the
refrigerator and threw one to the boy, pointing him to a chair at the
Randy popped the top on his Coke and took a swig, staring intently at
Cliff. "What are you doing here?"
Cliff wiped mucus from his nose. "I just wanted you to know that I
didn't beat up Joe."
"How did you know he was beaten up?" Randy snapped.
"Aw Jesus, the school was crawling with police and reporters this
morning. A cop called me out of class and gave me the third
degree about the argument I had with Joe yesterday. Later, I found out
he talked to Lynn, Isaac, Billy and Tom too."
"If you didn't do it, who did?" Randy demanded. "You're the only
one I know of who suspected that Joe was gay."
Cliff bowed his head in chagrin. "That's not exactly true. Friday night
the guys came over to my
house to, uh, watch videos ... and afterward, I told them about seeing
Joe kiss you in the locker room." He looked up, eyes pleading. "But, I
just can't believe any of them would hurt Joe. Shit. Actually, me and
Lynn like him. And so do Isaac, Billy and Tom; but, not being on the
gymnastics team, they don't know him that well. It's just that we don't
like him trying to turn you gay."
Randy sighed deeply and some of his anger and resentment fell away. "I
don't want to think that you and the guys would beat up on somebody
either, 'cause we've got a lot of history. And I appreciate you and them
being concerned about me.
But, you all are going to have to get used to a new idea: it's not possible
to turn someone gay. You either are or you aren't." Cliff started to
protest and Randy shushed him. "Cliff, Joe didn't kiss me! I kissed
Cliff stared, open mouthed. "You're gay?" Randy nodded. "But,
all those girls ..."
Randy shook his head. "Being gay doesn't have that much to do with
you have sex with." He placed his hand on his heart. "It's what you
feel in here! I didn't feel
anything for all those girls when I fucked 'em, or when I jacked off
with you guys." Cliff's eyes went wide. "I fucked the
ladies and let you guys play with my dick because I didn't know what
else to do. I didn't know what being
gay was ... then, I met a gay guy," his eyes glittered with happiness,
"and I realized what enjoyment and happiness and fulfillment -- life -- was all about! Before I met
Joe, I was alone in a world full of people, playing the part of the
Genital Gymnast. Now, I'm not alone anymore."
He smiled at Cliff, pleading for understanding. "You said that you were
my friend. Then, be happy for me Cliff, because this is what I am and
this is the life that I have to live if I want to be happy."
The boy stared intently at Randy for a full minute. Then, a corner of
his mouth twitched up into a half smile. "Wow," he said quietly. "Well
... I ... I ..."
"Cliff, look at me. I'm the same Randy
you've always known, only I'm happy for the first time in many, many
That's the only thing that's changed," he said emphatically.
Cliff grinned. "And, you have a new boyfriend." They laughed and the
contentious atmosphere in the room dispelled. "Okay,
Big Guy, you've convinced me."
Randy pounded the table. "Good! Now, let's get back to Joe's attack.
While the assholes were beating him up, he
didn't go down quietly. He got in some good licks before they--there
two of them--they knocked him out. So, who showed up at school today
that looked like they had been in a fight?"
Cliff looked thoughtful. "Nobody that I saw before school started, and
nobody in my morning classes. I saw the guys when lunch break started,
and Isaac had a black eye. He said his dad hit him." He looked
disgusted. "You know what an asshole his old man is."
"Yeah, I do." He felt a pang of immense sadness every time he thought
"Ya know, I was really stoked when I was yelling at Joe Friday in the
locker room. So, I was probably loud enough that anyone else in there
have heard what I said." Both boys looked depressed at the thought.
Cliff looked at his watch and stood. "I've got to get back to school.
I've missed lunch and the first afternoon class already."
Smiling at his friend, Randy stood and held out his hand. Cliff looked
at it, then took the boy into a hug, whispering, "I feel like I'm just
getting to know you buddy, and I'm liking it."
Randy hugged him back. "Thanks. Same here." Walking his friend to the
door, he added, "Keep an eye out this afternoon for anyone that looks
like they've been on the wrong end of a fight. You've got my cell phone
number. If ya see any likely prospects, give me a call."
Randy went back to bed and slept soundly until five o'clock. Awakening
refreshed, he showered, dressed and made a hasty sandwich in the
kitchen. He ate it while he drove to the hospital, this
time obeying all of the traffic laws.
As he entered Joe's room, his senses were assaulted by a riot of color
and smell; the space looked like a florist shop. He raked the room with
his eyes and exclaimed, "Wow!" and burst out laughing. Joe and
Bernice joined him.
Joe held out his arms. "Look, I'm IV-free!" he said, happily. Randy
moved to his lover and Joe drew him into a fierce hug and kiss.
Randy blushed, glancing at his mother. But Bernice simply smiled.
Noticing the byplay, Joe said, "Your mother and I have had the
afternoon to talk about some things."
Bernice stood and began to gather her purse and coat. "Yes indeed," she
said to Randy, "I have officially adopted Joe into our family. Since
he's your boyfriend, I will expect you to treat him openly with all the
affection you feel for him." She got an evil glint in her eye. "And, if
you don't, I just might replace you with Joe as our number one son."
Joe burst out laughing.
Grinning, Randy gave Joe a what-can-you-do
look and said, "Well now, I can't very well go against my mother's
wishes, can I."
Bernice gave Joe a kiss, then bestowed one upon her son. Giving him an
imperious look, she said, "It would not be advisable to ever go against
your mother's wishes." Then, she broke into giggles. "Okay, enough of
this tomfoolery, I'm going home to fix dinner for Jack." To Joe, she
added, "Rest well Sweetheart and maybe tomorrow they'll let you out of
Joe smiled lovingly at her. "I will. Thanks for everything Mom."
To Randy, she said, "I'll see you at home before midnight, okay?"
He kissed her cheek. "I promise." And she was gone.
Randy wandered around the room, inspecting the beautiful flower
arrangements. There was one from him, one from his parents, one from
Gordon and Elaine, another from Stella and Linda, and one from the
guys. Cliff, Lynn, Isaac, Billy and Tom each had signed the card.
Feeling a bit uneasy, Randy pointed to the arrangement. "How did they
know where to send this?" he asked with a frown.
"Cliff called your mom on her cell phone. When he found out she was
here, he asked to speak to me. He told me about his conversation with
you this afternoon." He held out his arms and gathered Randy into a
slow, sweet kiss. "I guess he went back to school and had a talk with
the rest of the guys, because the arrangement showed up about an hour
Randy slowly shook his head. "Man, what a difference a day makes!" He
inspected his lover closely. Not only had the IV been removed, but all
of the heavy bandages had been replaced with smaller ones or had been
removed entirely. "You're looking much better. You think they will let
you go home tomorrow?"
Joe's hands began to roam Randy's body. "I think so, but it will depend
on whether I get some loving from my boyfriend tonight," he said with a
sexy purr. "I haven't had a shower since yesterday morning. Wanna give
me a bath?"
Randy's blood began to run hot. "You think you're up for that?" he
Joe's fingers tweaked his boyfriend's nipples. "Well, I am an invalid,
so I will need some help." He drew Randy's mouth to his and nibbled
lovingly on the lower lip.
"What if someone comes in?" Randy mumbled around Joe's tongue, which
had made its way into his mouth.
Joe's nimble fingers had raised the hem of his lover's T-shirt, the
better to minister to Randy's prominent nipples. Giggling, his teeth
nipped his boyfriend's chin, then he said, "This is a private room for
VIP patients. The shower is big enough for four people. We'll go into
the bathroom and lock the door." He threw back the covers and grabbed
Randy by the hand. "Come on Stud, I'm ready for some loving."
Randy helped his lover out of bed and untied Joe's hospital gown.
Shaking his head, he commented, "You're probably the only person on
Earth that looks sexy wearing one of these things." As he drew the
garment away, he saw the bruises on Joe's body. "Oh my God," he hissed.
Joe immediately busied himself undressing Randy. "I've looked worse
than this taking falls in gymnastics." He grabbed Randy's penis and led
him into the bath. Kissing his boyfriend, he crooned, "The best
medicine I could have right now is for you to make love to me."
Locked in the bathroom, Randy turned on the shower and
adjusted it to a warm gentle spray.
Grinning sexily, he said, "You've heard the expression 'let me kiss it
and make it well.' Let's see if that works."
Circling, touching, caressing and kissing his way,
his lips found every cut and bruise on the boy's body. He
journeyed from the stitches next to Joe's left eye to the bruise on
his right calf.
To Randy, it was an act of worship, paying tribute to the splendid
body that clad the magnificent soul of the boy he desired. To Joe, it
was a balm
more powerful than any medicine, a healing calm to both body and soul.
Desire, an intense fire of emotion, rose in Joe's mind as his
ministered to him, culminating in a blaze of passion in his loins.
Finally, unable to tolerate the stimulation further, he grasped Randy
in a fierce embrace.
"Oh, my God, you have no idea what you're capable of doing to me!" he
gasped. His strong hands held his lover in place while his
mouth ravenously sought the erogenous zones of Randy's body, his tongue
rasping, teeth nipping, lips nibbling, until the boy grasped his head
in urgent protest.
"Oh please, no more," Randy panted, pulling Joe into an embrace.
As they came together, they felt their hefty erections collide, sending
electric shivers through them.
Randy reached for a bar of soap and began to smooth lather over Joe's
torso. His dick throbbed uncontrollably as his fingers stroked the
strong muscles of the boy's arms and shoulders and the thick plates of
his pectoral muscles. His hands were trembling and his breath came in
by the time his fingers found the hard rolls of Joe's abdominals.
Joe stilled Randy's hands, looking down at his lover's erection.
Smiling into the boy's eyes, he murmured, "Wash my hair for me please."
As Randy reached for the shampoo, Joe sank to his knees, staring at his
boyfriend's erection, an inch from his mouth.
Randy smoothed shampoo over Joe's hair, then began to work it in with
gentle strokes of his fingers. Joe grasped his lover's hips and took
the end of Randy's penis into his mouth, sending shivers of expectation
boy. He worked his tongue under the foreskin and swirled it
around the head. Randy closed his eyes, moaning softly. He
instinctively tried to pump his hips, but Joe held him still.
As Randy carefully worked the shampoo into his scalp, Joe slowly sucked
and tongued the penis until his boyfriend's legs began to tremble.
Suddenly, Joe stood, turned and placed his hands against the shower
wall, baring his shapely butt to his lover. Randy needed no prompting.
He positioned himself and entered the boy, carefully pressing forward
until he was completely inside. Both moaned their satisfaction at the
He circled Joe with his arms and leaned forward, kissing him on the
neck. Joe turned his head and murmured dreamily, "Make it slow. You're
better than all the medicine in the world."
Randy smiled and began to pump, about an inch at a time, while his
hands roamed Joe's chest and stomach, finally settling around his
genitals. While his lips showered the boy with kisses and his hips
slowly pumped, his hands toyed delicately with Joe's steel-hard penis
and tight nut sack. His hand repeatedly captured the constant flow of
natural lubricant from the boy's penis and spread it over the head and
Randy's dick felt like a hot iron bar in Joe's rectum. The boy was a
couple of inches taller than him, so every thrust of Randy's cock raked
his prostate, sending sparks of lust radiating through his body. And,
the play of his boyfriend's fingers on his privates left him
breathless with passion, building to a thunderous crescendo.
Joe's body commenced to tremble beneath Randy. The progress of his
passion began to gain momentum as Joe's sphincter contracted
rhythmically around his severely distended penis. The feeling of his
lover's rock-hard cock in his hand played havoc with his emotions. He nipped
savagely at the boy's neck and shoulders as his prostate telegraphed
its impending orgasm.
Their bodies shivered and shuddered and they growled in low tones, too
late to do anything but give in to their unfettered passion.
"Ahhhhhhhh," they cried as their nervous systems took them to the
summit of human feeling and their loins poured forth the seed of their
Tears trickled down Randy's face and his breath came in ragged gasps as
Joe turned to him. He smiled when he saw his lover's identical
response. They came together for a tender kiss, and stood, embracing,
until their bodies ceased trembling and their pulse rates returned to
Randy moved them under the shower spray to rinse, and Joe smiled up at
him. "Doctor Wade, I think I"m completely healed."
Their eyes feasted on the sight of the other as they toweled dry. After
one more brief kiss, they unlocked the door and stepped out of
the bath into the hospital room.
Mal Foxworth sat in a chair staring at them with an unreadable
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