Date: Sun, 1 Aug 1999 12:27:27 -0700 (PDT)
From: ed swanky <edswanky@yahoo.com>
Subject: Christopher-answers Ch. 26

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		               Christopher Answers

Chapter 26

     Craig's mom and dad had gone to bed at least an hour ago.  His seven
year old brother had begged them to stay up a little longer with Craig.
They agreed only because Craig said that he didn't mind.  Actually he was
glad for the company.  Craig was starting to realize how lonely he was.
He longed for the day when he would find that special someone, a girl to
share his dreams and aspirations.  The pairings of Justin and Christopher,
Tom and Dave and now Tim and Taylor served to make him realize that life
was not meant to be lived alone.

     His pajama-clad little brother sat beside him on the sofa and had
fallen asleep with his head resting against Craig's arm.  Little Michael
was a pain sometimes but Craig loved him dearly.   He remembered back to
when he was ten years old and his mother came home from the hospital with
his new baby brother.  He spent hours just watching him breathe after
overhearing his parents concern about Sudden Infant Death Syndrome.  He
became his brother's protector and an unusually strong bond formed between
them.

     Craig wondered if the love he had for his brother was the reason he
was so comfortable around his gay friends.  Not that there was anything
else but brotherly love between them, it was just that he could understand
how two boys could love each other in a physical way.  He found nothing
wrong or disgusting with it at all.  For his part though, he was
'hopelessly heterosexual'.  He smiled at this new description of himself
that just seemed to pop into his head.  He wondered if he just coined a
new phrase or if he heard it somewhere before.  Either way it was a good
line that he hoped to use if the right occasion presented itself.

     Craig gently put one arm under Michael's knees and the other around
his back.  He lifted him from the sofa and carried him up the stairs to his
bed.  He drew back the covers and slipped his little brother between the
sheets.  He kissed his forehead, watched him breathe just for a moment or
two and turned off the light.  He went down the hall to his own bedroom,
undressed and got into bed.  He held his favorite pillow tight to his
chest, fell asleep and dreamed of pretty young girls and happier times
to come.

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     Tom Papson was a little nervous as he sat on the sofa alone.  Dave
had gone to the kitchen for cokes and seemed to be taking a long time.
Across from him, Bob Arnett eased up the leg rest on his lounge chair
while continuing to shoot at the TV with the remote control hidden in his
beefy hand.  Dave's mother seemed to be a little irritated as her husband
flipped through the channels in rapid succession.  The movie they were
watching was in the final break before the end. and Bob used the
opportunity to channel-surf, seeking relief from the replay of the same
mindless commercials.

     Earlier in the evening they talked to Dave's parents about the new
club they joined, principal Jordan's problems with the School Board and
Gary's funeral.  His parents promised to be there on Monday night to show
their support for Ed Jordan.  In the course of the conversation, Dave
said that he wouldn't be spending the night at Tom's house because Tom's
aunt and uncle were visiting them this weekend.   Tom always gives up his
bedroom and sleeps on the couch whenever they stay over.

     To Dave and Tom's surprise, Bob said, "Why don't you both stay here
tonight.  Tom, you will be more comfortable than sleeping on a couch.  Dave
has a nice sized bed and I don't think he'd mind sharing it with you."

     Ruth looked at her husband with the same shocked expression as Dave
and Tom.  Finally her husband had come to terms with David's love for his
friend Tom.  Obviously he knew that his son slept in Tom's bed when he
stayed with his family.  Dave had never asked his parents if Tom could
sleep here with him.  He was sure that they would allow it but thought
that his Dad would be uncomfortable with that arrangement.

     The movie ended at 11 PM, Ruth and Bob said that it was time for them
to go on up to bed.  Dave and Tom both got up from the sofa to bid them
goodnight.  Ruth kissed the two of them and went upstairs.  Bob had gone
into the kitchen and called to the boys that he would see them in the
morning.  Halfway up the stairs he stopped and came back down into the
living room. Dave was still standing there with Tom when his Dad walked up
and kissed him goodnight.  Then he turned and kissed Tom on the cheek.

     "Now don't stay up too late, you have a big day ahead of you with the
funeral and everything."  Without warning he put an arm around each of
their waists and drew them tight to his huge body.

    "You boys know that I love you, don't you?"  Instinctively, they both
put their arms around his back to complete the awkward hug.  Dave's eyes
misted over as he said, "Sure Dad, we know."  Bob released them from his
powerful grip but as he turned to walk away, the light from the TV
reflected off the moisture forming in his eyes.  Tom took Dave's hand in
his as they just stood watching this huge bear of a man lumber his way up
the stairs.  They turned and embraced, both with tears streaming down their
cheeks. Dave's father had blessed their union in his own unique way.  The
memory of this moment would never be forgotten.

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     "You know the way I think about this Taylor, I love Tim also but you
are too young, maybe next year when you're sixteen.  If you and Tim still
have the same feelings for each other, we can talk about it again."

     The total resolve showing in his son's face was a look that he had not
seen before.  His answer to his son's inquiry about sleeping at Tim's
house tonight was not received by a normal look of teenage disappointment.
His son had never defied him before, at least not like this.  He recognized
that Taylor had undergone a transition. This was not a little boy anymore.
Sitting across from him at the kitchen table was a young man who had made a
decision.

     He recognized that his son Taylor was not asking his permission so
much as seeking his affirmation of a decision already made.  Taylor wanted
to be with his friend to comfort him during the night before Gary's funeral.
He had taken his first step to becoming a man and his father knew it was
time for him to loosen the reins.

     Before Taylor had a chance to speak, his father said, "I've changed
my mind, go be with your friend tonight.  We need to talk more about this
but not now.  Tim needs you and I'm not going to stand in the way."

     The defiance on Taylor's face vanished.  He never had more respect for
his father than he did at that moment.  "Thank you Dad."  He stood up and
was on his way to the door when he stopped and walked back to where his
father sat.  Taylor leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.  Tears welled
up in their eyes when his Dad hugged him and returned his kiss.

     This was one of those special moments in the lives of a father and a
son. Somehow Taylor recognized that and held onto his Dad, reluctant to let
it pass.  Sights, sounds and smells were recorded in his brain to be
replayed in those quiet, reflective times when a son fondly remembers his
long departed Dad.  No recriminations would haunt this moment. No wishing
that it could be changed, a word not said that should have been, an
opportunity missed.  A father and son were firmly locked in an embrace that
would last a lifetime.

     "You can go on up Taylor, Tim is in his room," Mr. Rohrer said.  "He
really seems to be down right now.  I tried to get him to watch television
with us but he said that he'd rather not.  I think Gary's funeral tomorrow
really has him upset."

     "Hey, Tim!"

     "Hey, Tay!"

     Tim was laying on his bed wearing only a pair of briefs.  The moment
he saw Taylor his eyes lit up and he swung his legs off the side of the
bed to a sitting position. "How long can you stay?  Does you Dad know that
you're here?"

     Taylor told him about the conversation he had with his Dad, then said,
"I can stay as long as you want me to."  He closed the door behind him,
unbuttoned his shirt and pants, dropped them to the floor and leaned
down to hastily remove his sneakers and socks.  He knelt on the carpet in
the same state of undress as Tim.  The material of his white cotton briefs
tented with the instant passion and love he felt for friend.

     Tim stood and walked toward the door to meet him.  Taylor opened his
arms to receive him and yanked on the elastic waist band of Tim's briefs,
pulling them sharply downward and let them fall to his ankles.  Tim kicked
them free as Taylor cupped the fleshy mounds of his little round butt.
His penis rose majestically between them, free of the cotton material
that had confined it.

    Kneeling there, Tay licked the tip of his friend's cock.  Tim put his
hands on his shoulders and shuddered as the moist wetness of Taylor's
tongue swabbed up and down his stiffening member. He moved them to the back
of Tay's head, entwining his fingers in the shoulder-length hair that
framed his face. Taylor expertly laved at his balls and drew them into his
eager mouth. Ecstasy overtook Tim's brain as he closed his eyes, giving
himself totally to the ministrations of his lover's hot tongue.  Tim could
not hold on when Taylor trailed up his shaft and captured the head between
his lips. His ass muscles twitched in Taylor's firm grip as ropy streams of
his boycum exploded down his lover's throat.  Taylor drew back off his cock,
swallowed, then covered the tip again to receive the second eruption of
his lover's seed.

    Temporarily spent, Tim pulled out and covered Tay's mouth with his.
His passion was still unabated as he whispered in Tay's ear that he
wanted to be taken.  Taylor stood and lifted his little lover in his
arms.  He laid him on his back, quickly shucked off his briefs and
positioned his cock on the tiny ass pucker.  Tim opened up allowing Tay
to plunge forward,  burying himself inside.  Tay held momentarily then
drew back only to plow forward again.  Three strokes was all it took to
spend the first load of his seed.  Pure passion ruled as the young teen
lovers braced for the second explosion.  Both were quiet now as Tay
pressed his body on top of Tim.  Tim's legs relaxed on Tay's shoulders
as their mouths met to seal the love that they shared for each other.
Hot, steamy sex was over for the moment replaced by tender kisses that
would define a relationship destined to last a lifetime.

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     Christopher was tired but knew that Justin wanted to make love to
him.  Justin sensed that his little friend was not in the mood and was
content just to hold him in his arms.  The funeral was tomorrow morning
and his thoughts turned to Gary.  He wondered if Gary's father would be
there to bid farewell and see the final resting place of his only son.

     The thought occurred to him that he would never experience the love
between a father and his son.  His own father left when he was five years
old. He didn't have any clear memories of him.  His mother rarely talked
about it as time went on and Justin didn't even think of him at all.  Even
though they were less than a year apart in age, Justin sometimes thought of
little Christopher as his son.  He remembered back to their days in
kindergarten. It was just prior to that when his father must have decided
to leave.  Maybe what he felt for Christopher at the time was a form of
love that was missing from his own life.  He felt a need to protect his
young friend just as a father protects his son.

     Christopher was now sound asleep.  Justin untangled himself from
their spoon-fashion embrace.  His mind was racing and decided to go
downstairs for a little while.  He slipped into his robe and quietly
padded downstairs.  He saw the light on in the kitchen and found his
mother sitting at the kitchen table drinking a glass of milk.

     "Hi honey, what's the matter, couldn't you sleep either?"   Justin
sat down across from her.  He told her that for some reason he got to
thinking about his father.  Sarah reached over and put her hand on top
of his.  She became very nervous but said, "You can ask me anything you
want to dear, I guess we never talked much about him."

     "Why did he leave us mom?"

     "He left because I asked him.  He married me when I was pregnant with
you.  He wasn't your natural father but he wanted to marry me anyway.
After you were born, we found out that I couldn't have any more children.
He thought that he could handle it but it turned out that it wound up
making him miserable.  He loved you in his own way but I saw early on that
he was distant and I was concerned how that might affect you.  I decided
that it would be better for both me and you if he left.  I loved him enough
to let him go.  I knew he wanted to have his own children and I wasn't able
to provide that for him.  Please don't ask me who your real father is right
now.  He doesn't know and it would hurt him badly if he found out.  I will
tell you eventually but I first have to tell him.  I can only say that it
was a brief affair and he is a fine, fine man.  You remind me so much of
him.  I know that he would be proud to have you as his son.  Please don't
be angry with me Justin.  I don't know what I'd do if you stopped loving
me."

    Justin was shocked.  He never expected anything like this. When he
saw that his mother was crying, he got up and put his arms around her.
"How could you think that I'd ever stop loving you, you're my mom."  He
kissed her and not another word was said.


end chapter 26

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