Date: Sat, 08 May 1999 18:01:19 PDT
From: ed swanky <edswanky@hotmail.com>
Subject: Christopher Answers Chapter 5, 6, 7, 8

If you are underage or graphic sexual stories are prohibited in your
community...do not read this.  This story is completely fictional.  I would
appreciate all comments especially those of a constructive or encouraging
nature.  My e-mail address: edswanky@hotmail.com


		       Christopher Answers - Part 2

Chapter 5

   Gary got in his car and drove home.  A note on the kitchen table didn't
need to be read, it always said the same thing.  His father and mother had
gone to clean the church in preparation for services tomorrow.  Up until
last year he was required to go with them.

   "God's work! his father would say, takes precedent over playing baseball
and having a good time with your friends.  Someday you'll understand that."

   Gary's father was a strict bible toting man whose life was directed by
several vague biblical passages developed into a personal philosophy.

   His philosophy was not open to review, dissenting dialogue or compromise.
He was a man on a mission.  That mission held as one of it's core principles,
the hatred and intolerance of gays.  He kept a blacklist of businesses and
people who seemed to promote or at least tolerate gays.  He was successful
in leading a campaign to remove two effective, talented teachers from the
school whose lifestyles he judged to be 'unacceptable as role models'.

   Principal Jordan is the focus of his next purge.  He heard about his
crack-down on the righteous work of those students who keep the gays in
their place.

   He is a sad figure whose son, Gary, seemed to take on the job of
ferreting out and identifying gays for him, including the two dismissed
teachers.  This was about the only thing Gary did that evoked a response
like: "Good job, son."   His attention-starved son lived for those moments.
The fact that he works hard to bring home good grades from school is not
praised because it is expected.

   Gary's mother is an equally sad figure for different reasons. Trapped
by her marriage vows to a man who gives little and expects much.  Their
sexual couplings are never discussed: missionary position, short duration,
regular as clockwork and recently changed to once a month from twice.

   Gary went up to his room and locked the door.  He needed time to sort
through the events of this afternoon.  His thoughts returned him to the
movie theater:  visions of male-to-male contact, shameless and yet so
inviting,  same-sex kisses, probing tongues, disgusting but mesmerizing
acts combining  to cause him to defile himself.  The unseen face of
the boy-usher who kneeled before him and forced his lust to surface.  In
his mind, he had fallen victim to the forces of evil.  He had sinned.

   Gary opened his Bible searching for forgiveness somewhere among the many
thousands of lines in God's inspired word.

   How was he ever going to look his father in the eyes again without fear
of discovery.  The boy-usher was the only witness.  Gary didn't think that
the boy would be able to identify him.  It was dark and the boy was on his
knees, all his attention directed on his exposed cock.

   This would have to be kept secret.

   Gary put down the bible and lay back on his bed....he was so tired that
he dozed off.  His dreams were different this time causing him to have a
very fitful sleep.

        =============================================================

   The house lights came back on.  The sparse afternoon crowd filed out of
the theater.  The four boys lingered in their seats talking among themselves
and then made their way up the aisle.  Timothy smiled broadly as Justin drew
nearer.

   "Can I speak to you for a few minutes, Sir? he tentatively asked."

   "Sure but the name is Justin. what's on your mind, Tim."

   Timothy was shocked that Justin called him by name.  "How...how do you
know me, he asked."

   Justin saw the confused look on the boy's face and almost laughed.
"Your name tag gave me a pretty good clue, Justin said.  I do know you
from school though.  You are Timothy Rohrer, a sophomore, right?  Just
because I'm a senior doesn't mean that I'm unaware of kids in other grades,
especially the 'cute gay kids' like you."

   Tim blushed, he had forgotten about the name tag on his uniform. Justin's
recognition and his reference to him as a 'cute gay kid' made him feel great.
Tim stammered a little at first but was able to get through his story about
how the 'gay underground' welcomed the news about he and Christopher
'coming out'.

   "I was wondering if we could all get together.... after school some day to
just rap about some of the issues that we face?  Tim asked.

    I'm sure that Principal Jordan would let us use one of the classrooms. He
talked to me once about starting a Gay Students Club at the school. He feels
that the more open we become, the more likely we are to gain acceptance among
both the faculty and other students."

   Tom, Dave and Christopher listened intently to young Timothy making his
proposal to Justin.  Christopher said he was all for it.

   Tom and Dave were not as enthusiastic because they still had a problem. In
truth it was Dave who had the problem.  He needed to sit down with his parents
and tell them about his sexual orientation.  For the past year ever since his
prom night he had avoided the inevitable.

   Tom's parents knew all about it and treated David like a second son. He was
always at their home because he didn't need to be careful with what he said or
did. While they didn't flaunt their sexuality, they didn't hide it either.
They would watch TV holding hands sitting next to each other on the sofa.
Nothing objectionable, they acted just like any young couple does in the
presence of parents.

   Dave wasn't sure how his dad would take the news.  He wasn't hostile in
his attitudes to gays but had the usual inventory of gay jokes that he would
tell to his family and friends on occasion.  Dave was fairly certain that his
mother would be hurt by the news but would accept him.

   Dave finally spoke up and told Timothy that he would like to attend the
meeting.  Surprised by Dave's announcement, Tom also voiced his interest.

   It was all set.  On Monday Timothy would talk to his friends and see how
many would be willing to meet with the four seniors.  Most of the gays he
knew or suspected were in the closet to all but a select few. He would be
asking them to put everything on the line with no guarantees.  Timothy was
hopeful but realistic at the same time.  He felt that they had to start
somewhere and this seemed to be the perfect time.  He was thinking not only
of the current students but all those gay kids who would follow them in
future years.

   Justin, Chris, Tom and Dave left the theater.  Timothy needed to prepare
for the next showing that would start in about a half hour. He walked down
the corridor past the spot where Gary stood a few hours earlier.

   Damn he thought, I forgot to ask Justin to put in a good word for me
with Gary.

   Oh well, maybe I'll just ask Gary myself and invite him to join us in
the meeting.  The more he thought about it, the better the idea seemed.
Besides, he wanted Gary to know how much he had enjoyed their brief encounter.
He couldn't expect Justin to convey that thought as well as he could in
person.  Timothy smiled to himself, five gay seniors, four of them baseball
players.  This was turning into a really great day.  He almost looked forward
to school on Monday....something he thought he would never do.

   Justin and Christopher hugged Dave in the parking lot. Dave told them about
his decision to tell his parents tonight.  It was plain to see that Dave was
worried.  He was afraid of the revulsion that his Dad might feel toward him.
He dearly loved his Dad but he loved Tom also. He was hoping that his Dad
wasn't going to force him to make a choice.

         ==========================================================

   Tom drove out of the mall and didn't head in the direction of Dave's house.
Dave asked where they were going but Tom just smiled and said it was a secret.

   Ten minutes later, Tom drove off the road and headed down a familiar
deserted dirt road.  He shut off the engine and looked over toward his friend.
Dave smiled when he realized that this was the same secluded spot where they
parked and made love on their prom night.

   "I just thought that you needed a little time to think before we head home.
C'mon Davie, it's such a great evening, lets take a little walk, there's a
fire trail through these woods that goes on for miles. I have a blanket in the
trunk, we'll find a nice spot, sit down and talk this through.  I  want you to
know that you're not alone.  I'm here for you and hate to see you worrying so
much."

   Tom held Dave's hand as they walked silently listening to the sounds of
nature all around them. Then Dave stopped and finally spoke.

   "I'm really scared, Tom.  The more I think about my Dad and what his
reaction will be....it's really going to be hard for him to accept.  He always
talks about when I get married and how he's going to spoil his grandchildren.
Oh Tom, he's going to be so disappointed in me.  I don't know how I'll be able
to get through this if he winds up hating me. Sometimes I think I'd rather die
than disappoint him that much."

  "Make love to me Tom.  Take me here under the sky, just like you did a year
ago.  Everything seemed so right then.  It was the happiest night of my life."

   Tom spread the blanket and turned facing Dave. He leaned and kissed his
forehead,  almost as if by doing so, he could make the pain go away. He moved
his lips to Dave's.  Dave opened his receptive mouth allowing Tom's tongue to
take him without resistance.  Tom was in command now and probed his long
tongue inside as Dave's jaw completely relaxed.

   Tom washed over Dave's teeth and tongue several times before moving his
tongue on to his chin.  He swabbed toward his neck as Dave tilted his head
upward exposing it in a gesture of total submission.  Tom nipped at his Adam's
apple with bared teeth and sucked it inside his open mouth.

   His hands worked on the belt and zipper then pulled down dropping them to
Dave's ankles.  He continued to suck at Dave's neck while his hands returned
to pull the briefs over the resistance offered by Dave's rounded asscheeks.
Tom straightened up and hooked his hands on the bottom of the shirt, rolling
it up as Dave raised his arms allowing it to be removed up and over his head.

   Tom dropped on one knee and untied the sneaker laces.  Dave balanced on
each foot in turn as a sneaker and sock was removed and tossed aside. Tom,
still on one knee helped Dave kick free of his pants and briefs. Tom stood
and took a step backwards to view the naked body of his lover. Dave's
semi-hard cock, framed in a patch of reddish hair, pointed straight toward
him.

   Tom marveled at the beauty of Dave's smooth, lightly freckled body. He
resisted taking the boy in his arms long enough to shuck off his own clothes
in record time.  They stood for a few moments drinking in the sight of each
other. They were both naked now, as god surely must have intended beautiful
boys to be.

  Tom ran his hands gently from Dave's hips to his underarms. His fingers
seemed to give off sparks that Dave felt throughout his entire body.  Tom's
cock pointed at Dave and slowly rose to full mast tight against his abdomen.
He put his hands on Dave's shoulders and turned him around.

  Dave's cute ass cheeks twitched in anticipation as Tom encircled his arms
around his chest, his cock touching the small of his back.  Dave felt Tom
lean over giving him a signal to kneel on the outspread blanket.  He lowered
to all fours while Tom positioned himself behind him.  Tom bent his aching
cock down, stabbing Dave's pink rosebud framed by his white ass cheeks.

  In another gesture of submission, Dave lowered his arms until his forehead
touched the blanket allowing his ass to arch upward into a more receptive
entry position.  Tom forced the tip of his cock through the tight anal ring
and plunged forward sinking his full 7 inches into the boy.  He held there
until Dave's moans subsided then withdrew and plunged forward again.

         ==========================================================

   At the exact same moment, miles away, Christopher was slowly being lowered
on to Justin's hard cock.  Justin was sitting on a straight-back chair in his
bedroom and held the tiny boy suspended above.  Christopher's back was leaning
against Justin's chest and neck. His thin smooth legs were gripped firmly under
his knees by Justin's powerful hands. Christopher had his elbows on top of
Justin's to help support his weight and position his ass.  Justin's cock and
Christopher's pucker were both slicked with K-Y.  The 9 inch cock slid easily
between the cheeks until the greased head popped inside his love chute.

   When his nine inches were firmly entrenched, Justin stood up and walked the
few steps to his bed.  He leaned over driving the boy's head and shoulders
into the bedspread.  Christopher's felt so powerless, pinned below as his master
plowed his cock into him.  He loved it when Justin had his way with him because
he knew that Justin would never hurt him.   He was the servile 'bottom', Justin
was the dominant 'top' who gave the orders that he followed. Christopher and
Justin dearly loved each other and the roles that they played.

         ==========================================================

   Again, at the exact same moment in *Gary's dream*, he was being lead by two
uniformed policemen through the Mall, naked and in handcuffs.   He saw his
father turn his back in disgust and deny that he was his son.

   He awoke in a sweat when he remembered turning his face toward the kneeling
usher as he left the theater and the light temporarily blinded him.

         ==========================================================

   Strange how one thing affects another.  In less than two days Christopher
and Justin's decision to make their love known was snowballing. They had
unknowingly set up a chain of events that seemed to be touching all the lives
around them.  People were being forced to examine previously comfortable
positions they held.  The coach, every member of the baseball team, the
students and parents of students at the highschool were caught up in this
seemingly innocent and personal decision of theirs.  Literally hundreds of
lives were affected by Christopher's answer.

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From edswanky@hotmail.comWed May  5 23:01:47 1999

   
Chapter 6

   "I'll wait right here for you until you tell me everything is OK.  Are
you sure you want to do this alone?"

   "I have to Tom." Dave said without much resolve in his voice.

   Dave opened the car door and then leaned over to meet Tom's lips in a
short, open-mouthed goodbye kiss.  Tom watched as his lover walked slowly
up the driveway appearing to carry the weight of the world on his
shoulders.

   Dave's Father let the curtain fall back in place as he slumped into the
arm chair.  The image of his son kissing the Papson boy was still sharply
focused in his retina.  'So it's true', he said to himself.

   The Arnett's phone rang about a half hour ago. The voice sounded
familiar but Dave's Father just couldn't place it.  Definitely young and
very troubled; "Did you know your son is a faggot.  I saw him and Tom
Papson kissing each other at the Mall today.  He shouldn't be doing that,
especially in public." ....click.

   A similar call was made to the Papson residence.  Mr. Papson told the
caller to mind his own business just before the disconnect was heard.  The
caller had a chilling effect on Carlos Papson.  The voice sounded to be
both pleading and demanding in the space of the 10 second conversation.
Carlos knew that it shouldn't be taken lightly.  'America, Carlos thought,
it is a great place but so full of prejudice.' He would tell both *his
boys* to be careful and try to avoid public displays of affection.

   In his native Greece, public kissing and holding hands is commonplace.
Sadly, America is nowhere close to tolerating this as a 'freedom'. In most
places there are no laws prohibiting it.  There is the accepted unwritten
law however. The judge and jury are very often the same.  The consequences
of disobeying this unwritten law are meted out randomly and with a severity
designed to discourage others.

   Dave saw his Dad's large, sprawling frame in the chair by the window. He
was a bit surprised because he normally sat in the chair by the fireplace.
The expression on his Dad's face was a giveaway.  Dave knew that he must
have been looking out the window and saw them kissing in the car.

   "Dad, I need to talk to you and Mom about something.  Is she here?"

   "No, she went to visit her sister about an hour ago.  She doesn't know
when she will be back.  If you're going to tell us what I think you
are...I'm glad she isn't here.  Somebody called here and told me about you
and that Papson boy over at the Mall.  I was waiting to hear your side of
the story so I sat by the window till you came home."

   "I saw you kissing him.  I don't want him setting foot in my house
again, him or his Greek father.  I'm so disappointed in you David.  Seeing
you do that was like having my heart ripped from my chest.  We can make an
appointment with a doctor...see if he can do something."

   "You don't understand Dad.  It's not Tom or his father's fault. Ever
since I can remember, I knew I was gay.  I didn't *choose* to be gay, it
*chose* me.  I am sorry to cause you so much pain but I can't change the
way I feel.  No doctor is going to be able to help....it is just the way I
am."

   Bob Arnett was getting visibly upset.  He stood up and kicked at the
ottoman that seemed to suddenly be in his way.

   "Don't you realize what this will do to our family, our friends! Where
did your mother and me go wrong??  Can't you see what this same thing did
to your Uncle Dave, my own brother.  He lives with that 'Ray' friend of
his!!  I'm disgusted with HIM, and now I'm disgusted with YOU.... please
LEAVE!!  Get your things together and just LEAVE.  God help me!!, I don't
want you in this house anymore!!!

   Dave was devastated, his worst fears were realized.  He went to his room
and started to pack some clothes in a suitcase; tears streamed down his
face.  Dave looked back in the family room on his way out the door, barely
able to focus.  His father sat in his chair by the fireplace...his back
towards him.  Dave heard some muffled sounds and realized he was sobbing.
It was the first time in his life he saw his father cry.....and it was all
his fault.

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   It was 5 AM Sunday morning when Justin's phone rang.  Tom Papson was
calling from the hospital.  Dave had gotten up around 3:30 AM and attempted
suicide by slitting his wrists in their bathroom.

   "His father kicked him out of the house, Tom said, barely able to speak.
I'm down in the coffee shop at the hospital.  I left when his father and
mother came up to his room.  My dad and I sat up with him last night till
after 1 AM.  I've never seen him this way before, Justin.  I'm scared he
may try it again and succeed.  I'm sorry to get you involved in this...I
just needed to talk to someone."

   "STAY RIGHT THERE!  I'll be over in a ten minutes."  Justin looked at
Christopher's tiny body, still sleeping, next to him.  A brief thought of
losing Christopher went through his mind. 'Dear God, what would I do
without him', he thought.  He leaned over and tenderly kissed him on the
cheek.  Christopher stirred and Justin told him about Dave.

   Justin and Christopher walked into the coffee shop and hugged Tom.  Tom
could barely speak without his voice breaking from the intense emotion.  He
told them everything that Dave's dad said to him.  He talked about how Dave
blamed himself and how unresponsive he became that evening.
  
   "What kind of a father treats his son that way!", Justin said to himself
more than to either Tom or Christopher. Justin suddenly became very angry.
He started to leave.  He was going up to Dave's hospital room and knock
some sense into his father.  Tom and Christopher stopped him but his anger
didn't subside.  He was reacting to this situation the only way he knew
how.  He was prepared to kick ass and ask questions later.  He had never
been more than Dave's baseball teammate before yesterday afternoon.  When
the four of them bonded together, Tom and Dave were now his friends and
Justin won't allow his friends to be treated badly.  Justin never met
Dave's father, he didn't care how big or little he was.  He sat there
knowing that there would be a better time and place, he could wait.
   
   Tom said that the doctor wouldn't allow visitors except for immediate
family members.  Tom was considered family because Dave, as of last night,
lived with them.  Dave was still heavily sedated and being given blood to
replenish the large quantity that he lost.
 
   When Tom's dad, Carlos, walked in the coffee shop, Justin and
Christopher talked with them for about a half hour and then decided to go
back home.

   On the way out they overheard a couple sitting on a bench just outside
the hospital entrance.  By their conversation they knew right away that it
was Dave's parents.

   "My God Ruth, look what almost happened because of me and my stupid
beliefs.  When Davie wakes up, I am going to hug him like he's never been
hugged before.  I love that boy, he's my son, how could I have said those
things to him. Straight or gay, he is the same boy that I spent endless
hours with, wiping his nose and having a catch. He hasn't changed at
all. If he loves the Papson boy, then so will I.  I only ever wanted what
was best for him, I temporarily lost sight of that last night.

   God gave me a second chance and I'm going to make everything right. The
first thing I'm going to do after we get home is invite my brother Dave and
his friend Ray over to our house.  All those wasted years without talking
to him, I need to apologize to both of them."

   "You know Ruth, you married a really stupid, prejudiced man.  When you
threatened to leave me over what I did to David it really got me to
thinking.  Without you and Davie I have no life. Can you possibly forgive
me?"

   Ruth smiled and kissed her husband with a fervor that she hadn't felt in
many years.

   A few paces away, Justin and Christopher also smiled, knowing that
everything would be fine now with their new friends, Tom and Dave.

   It was only 6 AM when the two of them got back to Justin's bedroom. His
mother would be starting breakfast in about two hours.  Justin stripped off
his clothes, then sat on the edge of the bed to undress Christopher.
 
   He drew the boy closer, cupping the soft globes of his beautiful ass
cheeks in his upturned palms.  He planted a kiss on his forehead and
lightly brushed his lips over his eyes, nose and finally parted the boy's
lips with his long, probing tongue. Locked in a protracted kiss, Justin
couldn't seem to depart from the boy's wet mouth.  Christopher wrapped his
hands around Justin's head and held on while his mouth was being exploited.
Justin finally pulled out only to have Christopher nip the tip of his nose
with his teeth. Justin laughed and quickly turned the boy over his knees.
 
   "Are you going to be a good boy", he asked sternly as he lightly slapped
the fleshy bubble butt perched high in the center.

   "No way!", Christopher answered.

   Justin smiled at his token verbal resistance and continued to lightly
slap his lover's pert little ass.

   Christopher giggled as the warmth from Justin's slapping spread
throughout his body.  After about 20 slaps, Christopher said, "I give."

   Justin stopped immediately and let the boy slide off his
knees. Christopher took the opportunity to lean over and kiss the tip of
Justin's semi-hard cock.  His ministrations were short-lived
however. Justin wanted to save their lovemaking for later but told
Christopher he was putting him to bed without his supper.
  
   He pulled young Chris to his feet and rolled with him on to the bed.
Justin lay down on his side and drew Chrissy's back tight to his chest.
One arm draped around his shoulder and the other at his middle with a hand
cupping the boy's genitals. He gently kissed the back of his head as a
contented Chris quickly dozed off, nestled in his powerful arms.

   Justin lay there unable to sleep himself but happy that Christopher
could.  It was almost as if he must stay alert and protect his precious
Christopher from the unseen forces that seemed to be working against
them. Justin was puzzled as to who had made the phone calls to Dave and
Tom's fathers.

           ========================================================

   Gary was awake. Again he was fighting the demons that seemed destined to
possess him.  He had stripped off his pajamas and was stroking his hard
cock. The images of yesterday kept overlaying those of naked girls he was
trying to conjure up for his morning jackoff session.  Each time he
approached orgasm, the feel of the boy-usher's lips and the scene of his
french-kissing teammates took control.  He tried to stop but that was the
last thing in his mind before he went over the top.

   He quickly covered up when he heard his Dad open the door to his
bedroom.

   "Did you make those phone calls last evening, son?"

   "Yes, I said exactly what you wanted me to say to them Dad, Gary said."

   "Good job son, I'm proud of you.  I'm going to see Coach Walters after
church services today.  I want to know what he plans to do about those
five.

   Somehow his words of approval didn't have the same meaning for Gary now
as they had before yesterday.  He was thinking what would happen if *his
Dad* received a similar call from someone about him.
   

Chapter 7

   Carlos Papson and his son Tom were still sitting at a table in the
coffee shop when Dave's parents came inside.  Tom saw them first and
steeled himself for a possible ugly confrontation.  He touched his Dad's
sleeve and directed his attention toward the entrance.

   As Bob looked around for a table, Ruth saw Tom and his Dad at the far
corner.  When her eyes met theirs, they both looked away.  She took her
husband's huge arm in hers and pulled him toward their table.

   "Do you mind if we sit with you? Bob asked politely."

   Bob's body language told Tom they had nothing to fear at least for now.
Tom gestured for them to sit as his Dad stood up until Ruth was seated.
Old world manners were impossible for him to discard even though this sign
of respect for a lady has sadly fallen from favor.

   "I want to thank both of you for saving my Davie's life. The floor
nurse explained how you stopped his bleeding and called 911.  I don't know
what to say except that I owe you everything.  If only I could take back
what I said to Davie.  All that happened last night is my fault."

   "I am ....was... a prejudiced old bastard who was more worried about
what others thought than the life of my only son."

   "Tom, I understand now that what you and Dave have together is very
special.  If he loves you, and you love him, then I will never stand in
your way. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me."

   Tom looked at this hulking man whose eyes pleaded for understanding
and forgiveness.  That moment was the first time he really *looked* at
Dave's father.  There were striking resemblances to his Dave that he had
totally missed before.  This huge bear of man who sired the love of
Tom's life had just bared his soul.  Tom reached across the table and took
his hands in his, silently nodding assent.  Tears streamed down Bob's face.
Ruth put her tiny hands on top of theirs followed by the thick hands of
Carlos.  All four were crying now without a word having been spoken.

   They walked in the hospital room together just as Dave opened his eyes
from his drug-induced sleep. Dave thought he must be dreaming as Tom sat
on his bed and drew him into his arms.  Dave's chin rested on Tom's
shoulder when his Dad walked over and drew both of them into his powerful
arms.  He held them with a tenderness that belied his physical strength.
Dave heard the words that he thought he would never hear again.

   "I love you son!

      ===============================================================

   Coach Doug Walters saw him coming toward him and he dreaded not having
left the church service early.  Gary's father was wearing his righteous
half-smile; a combination of arrogance mixed with paternal indignation.

   "I'd like a few moments of your time, Doug.  Some disturbing matters
were brought to my attention.  Yesterday my son and several of his friends
witnessed a meeting at the Mall between four of your ballplayers and that
student manager.  It seems that Craig Allwein has sided with the two boys
I called you about the other night."

   "Most disturbing is it appears that Tom Papson and Dave Arnett have
also fallen under the devil's influence.  They were seen to openly kiss
each other. There is a much larger problem here; first Justin Parker and
that Harris boy, now Tom Papson and Dave Arnett."

   "I don't know about Craig but it wouldn't surprise me if he were also
'one of them'. I don't blame you Doug, I blame that liberal principal,
Ed Jordan.  He has set up an atmosphere in the school that promotes this
kind of unholy alliance.  I plan to call each of the school board members
today.  Immediate and forceful action is warranted to nip this thing in
the bud before it is too late."

   The Coach wouldn't say what he was thinking.  He just stood there
stoically listening to this Elder of his church until he begged off
saying that his family was waiting for him outside.

   The coach knew about Tom and Dave long before this.  He saw them
kissing in a darkened corner near an exit to the gymnasium about two
months ago. He had forgotten his car keys after practice one night and
turned the corner finding them in a passionate embrace.  They didn't see
him however. He backed up and forced a cough loud enough for them to
hear, when he came around the corner for the second time, they were gone.

   Coach Walters filed through the church crowd, his mind was reeling at
the thought of this man's personal homophobic crusade.  It had already
cost the school two of it's most talented and dedicated teachers.  Now he
was targeting Principal Ed Jordan.  This man has to be stopped, he thought
to himself.

   Most of the school board members were disturbed to hear that three or
possibly four boys on the baseball team were gay.  The grapevine had
already made them aware of Justin Parker and Christopher Harris.  The
chairman agreed to form a fact-finding committee and have it report back
to the board.   Gary's Father volunteered to be on the committee and made
some recommendations for two other committee appointees who he thought
would do a good job.  He was stacking the deck against Ed Jordan.  He
would have to depend heavily on his son to gather some evidence from the
inside.

   Principal Ed Jordan got a phone call from the young baseball coach.
He wasn't surprised that he was targeted.  It was only a matter of time.
He had spoken out against the firing of the two teachers and was pretty
much alone in that endeavor.

   Most other faculty chose a path of non-involvement. The sentiment of
the school board was well known and they figured that it would only
jeopardize their chances for future raises and promotions.  Afterall it
wasn't their fight.  They didn't have any skin in the game so to speak.
They privately conceded that the fired teachers were effective and posed
no obvious threat to the students.

   They wouldn't openly speak out against gay teachers for the same
reasons.  There are aware of a movement for equality and against gay
teacher discrimination.  It wouldn't be good to be on record as having
fought for the dismissal of gay teachers either.  Yes, the middle of the
road seemed to be the appropriate path to take on this sensitive issue.

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   Dave Arnett hung up the phone with a strange look on his face.  Ray,
his life companion, asked if anything was wrong.

   "That was my older brother Bob, he invited us to supper tonight, can
you believe that!"

   Ray was shocked and thought there must be some mistake.  "Are you
sure he said for me to come with you?"

   "I'm positive, Dave said, he sounded different, kinder than I remember
him.  We're supposed to be there around 6 PM.  I figure it's a good hour
driving time so we must be on the road no later than ten till five."

   Except for the funerals of their parents where they spoke only briefly,
his brother hadn't talked to him in over 15 years. Ruth, his sister-in-law,
kept him informed and was faithful in sending pictures, mostly of his
nephew Dave.  For some reason she insisted that the boy be named after him.
He never really knew why.

   Dave kept the pictures she sent in a photograph album of he and Ray
and all of their many friends.  The school photos of his nephew occupied
two pages neatly arranged to show the yearly changes in him as he grew
older.  This was a section that he visited on a regular basis when he
became nostalgic about his family.

  His brother could never handle his decision to live with Ray. Apparently
the punishment to fit his 'crime' was the cruel isolation of him from
Bob's family.  He wished he had been part of his nephew's life watching him
grow into the handsome young man reflected in the latest set of pictures
he received.  Ray always noted that nephew Dave was a spitting image of his
uncle Dave when he was that age.  A favorite photo of him that Ray always
liked proved that he was correct.  They looked almost identical.

   The reunion was very awkward at the start.  Bob explained what caused
him to re-examine his life and profusely apologized to both his brother
and Ray.  After supper, Bob invited them to go to the hospital and finally
meet his nephew.

   Dave, Tom, Justin and Christopher were all sitting in the 'sun room'
when they arrived.  Introductions were made and the boys were initially
disturbed that their time together was shortened because of this new set
of visitors.  It didn't take long however until they hung on every word
that Uncle Dave and Ray said.

   They were both great storytellers and did they *ever* have the stories.
One story reminded them of another, on and on they went for a couple of
hours.  The head nurse wisely decided to let them talk as long as they
wanted .. a clear violation of hospital rules but when she saw the huge
smile on Dave's face, she knew it was worth it.  All the drugs and
psychiatric counseling in the world would not work this kind of magic on
a boy who tried to commit suicide less than 24 hours earlier.

   The nurses brought in food and drinks...another violation...as they
got caught up in the storytelling also.  Clearly these two wonderful
gay men had spent a long, loving life together.  Their stories were
at times hilarious, mostly self-deprecating but always ended upbeat and
full of love for each other and their many friends both gay and straight.

   Bob and Ruth sat together, roaring with laughter and sometimes crying
right along with the two young gay couples who were literally starved
for this kind of reinforcement of their life choices.  Justin and Chris
sat holding hands.  Tom kept his arm draped over Dave's shoulder.  The
taped wrists of Dave, sitting there in his hospital robe, were a stark
reminder as to how close this night came to being totally different.

  It was almost midnight when the *party* broke up.  Dave and Ray had the
drive home in front of them.  Tom, Justin and Christopher had school
tomorrow.  With promises of getting together soon and kisses all around,
they left the hospital and walked toward their cars.  Just before Dave and
Ray got in their car, Bob pulled both of them together in a huge bear hug
and kissed each of them on the cheek.

   Driving home with his wife Ruth, Bob had to pull over to the side.
He broke down in tears saying how utterly stupid he had been.  Because his
brother didn't measure up to his 'straight sexual standards', he deprived
his family of all this love for all those many years.

   Ruth never felt closer to her husband than at this moment.  He finally
realized what a truly special brother he had.  She always knew that.

   This was why she insisted that her son be named 'David' after Bob's
younger brother.  Gay or straight, she couldn't think of a better role
model for her son to follow.


Chapter 8


   'This is the best time of the day', Christopher thought to himself. The
alarm clock wouldn't be ringing for another 45 minutes.  Six AM, the sun
had just come up and he was warmly nestled in bed with his lover's
protective arms embracing his naked body.

   He lay there thinking about last night with 'Uncles Dave and Ray'.  The
love that the two of them shared was so evident in their faces.  When one
of them was speaking, the other was transfixed, listening to the story as
if it was their first time hearing it.  Chris smiled as he recalled some
of the funnier lines that had them roaring with laughter. It was a magical
night that none of them would soon forget.

   Christopher recalled the scene in Dave's hospital room when Dave was
saying good-bye to the two uncles that he had only met for the first time
that night.  Uncle Dave kissed the boy on the cheek and held him for the
longest time.  Ray approached and their arms opened to envelop him in the
special union that was reserved for family only.

   As the threesome whispered among themselves, Justin and Christopher
quietly left. The private words they were exchanging belonged to them.
It was a special moment they felt privileged to observe but only from an
inaudible distance.

   Justin stirred in his sleep and drew him even closer.  Chris felt like
they were melting together as one body.  He could feel the morning
hardness of Justin exploring the crease between the top of his ass cheeks
and the small of his back.  Welcomed skin on skin contact had Christopher
thinking to wake his lover and consummate their male union.

   He decided to wait, Justin needed his sleep.  Today was going to offer
many possibilities.  He wished that he had Justin's strength and thought
that Justin could benefit from his restraint.

   Christopher wasn't afraid because he knew that their decision to
openly declare their love for each other was the correct one.  Any doubts
he had were erased last night after witnessing the love between two males
who were more than twice his age.  Their love still flourished, surviving
much more opposition than he and Justin would ever encounter today or any
other day in the future.

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   David was awakened to take his medicine from the nurse who was making
her rounds.  Asleep in a chair beside his bed was Tom.  Instead of going
home last night, the head nurse gave him permission to stay in Dave's
room.  The last thing Dave remembered was getting into bed after his two
uncles left. He must have been so tired that he had fallen asleep in an
instant.

   The sounds of the departing nurse woke Tom and he looked up to see
Dave's smiling face.

   "Good morning honey, how are you feeling," Tom asked.

   "Much better now that I know you're here.  Why didn't you wake me when
you came back last night?"

   Tom looked at his watch.  "You needed your rest and so did I.  I just
wanted to be here this morning when you woke up.  I wouldn't have been
able to sleep at home anyway so I called Dad and told him I was staying
over. I better get going, have to be at school this morning and it will
take time to drive home, shower and change clothes."

   He got up and walked around the side of Dave's bed.  Dave lay back on
the pillows and extended his arms for an embrace.  Tom leaned down and
they kissed long and passionately.  Dave assumed his submissive role
allowing Tom to explore his mouth with his probing tongue.  There was no
need for words. Dave stroked the back of Tom's head and held him tight to
his receptive mouth.

   "Excuse me!! but you're going to have to leave now."  They hadn't
heard the nurse enter the room.

   Tom pulled back and stood up.  He looked over to see a nurse who could
probably start at any tackle position she wanted in the NFL.  Discretion
being the better part of valor he took a quick peck on Dave's cheek and
said that he would see him first thing after school.  The last thing he
saw was the back end of the huge woman as she applied a blood pressure
tape on Dave's arm.  He exaggerated his tip-toeing out of the room to the
delight of Dave watching from his bed.

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   Craig was waiting for them in front of school.  Justin and Chris were
not arm-in-arm.  They agreed to heed Principal Jordan's advice and keep
their affection for each other a little less overt on school grounds.

   "Tom called me yesterday afternoon and told me about his relationship
with Dave over the past year and Dave's attempted suicide," Craig said.

   "Do you know how he's doing, I haven't seen Tom yet this morning to
ask him?"

   "You and Chris, Tom and Dave, I guess that leaves just me and Gary.
Why do I feel like I'm getting the worst of this bargain," Craig joked.
Seriously though, I am happy for the four of you.  I don't happen to be
gay but when I find the right girl, I hope I find myself as much in love
as you guys seem to be.  I just want you to know that I'll help you in
any way I can.  All you have to do is ask.

   "You are a true friend, Justin said. Things might be a bit rough over
the next few days and we can use all the help we can get."

   Justin told him about the great time they had last night and that he
was sure Dave would be just fine.

   Craig said that he was really happy to know that.  "You know I saw
Gary a few minutes ago and told him that Dave had attempted suicide.  He
had the strangest look on his face.  Knowing Gary, I thought that it
wouldn't affect him very much but he looked like he was going into shock.
Anyway he didn't say anything and just walked away.  I guess you never
really know people as well as you think."

   Justin agreed with Craig but a connection clicked in his brain.  The
person who made the phone call to Dave's Dad would probably be surprised
if it almost resulted in Dave's death.

   One other thing that only now clicked for him.  The caller said that
Tom and Dave had kissed in the Mall.  Tom had given Christopher a peck
on the cheek but Tom and Dave didn't kiss until they were seated inside
the movie theater. That meant that the person who saw the kiss was in the
theater also.  Justin would make a point of talking to Timothy.  He might
have seen someone watching them.

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   Timothy Rohrer was standing in front of his locker getting his books
together for morning classes.  At the other end of the hall he saw Gary
close his locker and start to walk in his direction.

   'It's now or never'  ,young Timothy thought to himself.

   Gary saw the kid standing there but didn't think anything of it. As
he got closer, the young boy stepped out in front of him.

   "Gary!, I had a good time yesterday afternoon. I was hoping we could do
it again sometime. My name is Timothy Rohrer, the usher from the movie
theater.  You left in such a hurry that we never got to talk.  I hope I
didn't do something that upset you?"

   Gary's mind was still reeling from the news of Dave's attempted
suicide.  Now he was confronted by the boy whose mouth had brought him to
that unholy orgasm in the back of the movie theater. He had to think of
something to say and fast.  This boy could ruin him.  Thoughts of his
Father and his friends reactions raced through his brain.  His deepest,
most vile secret was in danger of being exposed.

   "Ah..what did you say your name was again," he asked, trying to stall
for time.

   "Timothy .... Timothy Rohrer, but my friends all call me Tim."

   "Ah.... look Tim, I enjoyed it yesterday too.  You didn't do anything
wrong.  I had forgotten that I promised to meet my Dad across town.  I
didn't have time to explain because I was late already when I rushed out
of there."

   "Ah... look, why don't you and me get together after school.  I'll meet
you in the parking lot, we can go somewhere in my car to talk.  One thing
though, promise that this is our secret.  I really like you but for now
let's keep it between just you and me. OK?"

   "Sure Gary, I understand.  I know what your car looks like.  I'll be
there right after closing bell."

   Gary just stood there as the boy walked away from him.  He had no idea
what to do, but he knew that he had to somehow insure this boy's silence.

   As he watched the boy, his cock started to stir.  Tim was wearing a
tight pair of pants and his round pert little ass was plainly visible
through the thin material.

   In the few moments it took the boy to walk away and turn the corner,
Gary had mentally ripped off those pants and plunged his hard 8 inch,
uncircumcised cock deep inside his faggotboy ass.  His mind had him
stripped, bound and pleading for Gary to fuck him again.  Gary would stop
the pleading by letting the boy lick his foreskin until his pink cockhead
peeked through.  The boy could lick the tip and use his fingers to expose
more of its sheathed beauty.  He could then lick it clean, get it all nice
and shiny before he shoved it deep inside the queer boy's hungry, pleading
mouth. That would surely shut him up until he could take his ass again in
a cock-pounding fury.

   'What is wrong with me!', he thought as he returned from his unholy
reverie.  I have to clear my mind, think only good Christian thoughts. His
Dad had warned him about the powers of the Devil.  He had heard all the
sermons of the preacher about this sort of thing.  Why was this boy
taunting him like this, using his sleek body to make him think these impure
thoughts.  Maybe this boy is the Devil Incarnate.  He was being tested,
perhaps being called to some higher purpose.  If only he had someone to
talk with about this, but it was too shameful, too sick and perverted to
be revealed.

   The warning bell sounded for the start of school.  He made his way toward
his homeroom.  Justin and Tom would be there.  He needed to be careful, act
like nothing was out of the ordinary, make small talk with Tom, ask how Dave
was doing, act normal and not reveal that he made the phone calls.  His
thoughts returned to Timothy Rohrer.  What was he going to do about him.

        ==========================================================

   In the cafeteria, Justin, Christopher, Tom and Craig were together at
a table.  Most of their conversation was about Dave and when they thought
he would be released from the hospital.

   The morning classes had gone well, no confrontations occurred. There
were certain people who were obviously avoiding them.  The word was out
about Tom and Dave's relationship.  The attempted suicide was the main topic
as groups of students gathered together.  Christopher had gotten some cold
stares from several of Justin's former 'girl friends'.  Tom was certainly
aware of how differently he was being treated.  It didn't bother him though
because he had the support of his 'new friends' sitting here with him.

   Seemed like nobody knew what to say about Craig.  His sexual preference
was now unclear and under review.  Actually Craig was enjoying his new
celebrity status.  He blew a few kisses to several who seemed to be staring
at him.  He was having fun with this... more fun than he'd had in quite a
while.

   Gary was at a table with his hangers-on.  They were sure where Gary stood
on this whole issue.  Being with Gary was their way of telling the rest of
the school that they were 'straight' and they didn't approve of the new gay
alliances that were being revealed.  Gary was their rock, their leader.  He
knew what was right and had made his position known.

   Justin saw Timothy at the far corner of the cafeteria. He wanted to ask
him if he had noticed anyone, Gary in particular, watching them during the
course of the movie.  He found himself hoping that his suspicions about
Gary proved correct.  He'd like nothing better than to kick his hairy ass
all over the parking lot.  It was payback time and paybacks can be hell.

   He finally caught Tim's eye and motioned for him to come over to their
table.  Gary saw them make eye contact and Tim making his way toward
Justin.

   He started to panic.  He was surprised that Justin knew Tim.  He
certainly had never seen them together before.  All he could do was sit
watching until he suddenly felt sick and ran toward the bathroom.

   "Hi guys", Tim said as he walked up to stand alongside of Justin. "Tom,
I heard that Dave is going to be fine.  I'm really happy for you. How you
doing, Chris.  Craig, I'm Timothy Rohrer, I recognize you from the baseball
team but we've never met and I'm sure you don't know who I am."

   Tim was nervous.  He never dared to talk to a table full of seniors before
and kept up a rapid fire one-sided conversation.  Justin smiled to himself
and intervened before Tim could say anymore.  Chris and Craig acknowledged
his questions and were glad that Justin was taking charge of the
conversation.

   "Tim, I wanted to ask you about Saturday.  Did you see anybody looking
at us when we were in the theater, maybe somebody who goes to school here?"

   Tim wasn't sure why Justin asked the question.  After talking to Gary
this morning he didn't want to divulge their secret.  He decided to skip
that part but told Justin that Gary was in the back of the theater.  He
said he was only there for 15 minutes or so before he left.

   The four seniors looked at each other knowingly.  Tim was still
confused as to why the question was asked but he decided not to pursue
it.  He didn't want to inadvertently reveal anything about their brief
encounter or the fact that they would be meeting this afternoon.  He just
continued to assume that they knew all about Gary being gay. He thought
that maybe the reason Gary wanted him to keep their secret is that he had
a boyfriend.

   Tim really wasn't interested in breaking up any relationship that Gary
might have.  He just wanted to enjoy a little raw sex with him, is all.
No harm in that if they both agree to it.  Tim had recently broken up with
his 'friend' and he was just plain horny.

   He liked the fact that Gary was uncircumcised just like him.  He knew
how to pleasure a boy with the same type of equipment that he had.  He was
never quite comfortable servicing cut cocks.  They were nice but he loved
using his fingers and mouth to milk the foreskin back and forth, covering
and uncovering the slick helmet.  He had a lot of practice with his own
and knew just how to go about it.

   Justin had all the evidence he needed to confront Gary.  He wanted him
to know exactly why he was getting his ass kicked.  Frankly he was a little
surprised that Gary would be that mean.  Making anonymous phone calls to
tell Tom and Dave's fathers that they were gay just didn't seem to be his
style.  Gary was not normally that devious and cowardly, it just seemed a
bit out of character.

        ==========================================================

   The bell rang signaling the end of the lunch period.  Tim went back to
his friends only to cross paths with Gary as he came out of the bathroom.
Tim beamed when he saw Gary.

   "I saw you talking to Justin, you didn't say anything about us did you?"

   "No...no Gary, I promised you I'd keep our secret and I did."

   Gary was relieved, he told Tim that he was looking forward to their
after school meeting.  Again as Tim walked away, the same thoughts cascaded
through his brain.

   He was beginning to like the idea of maybe using this boy as an outlet
for his sexual cravings.  It certainly would be a way of keeping the boy
silent. If he could pleasure him to where the boy become addicted... need
his cock like a drug.  If he could get the boy to that stage, he wouldn't
tell anyone for fear of being cut-off from the supply of man-seed that
Gary needed to expel from his body anyway.

   The bible did warn against casting thy seed upon the rocks.

   His desperate mind was now converting the whole situation into God's
master plan for him.  He began thinking of himself as serving this boy his
daily communion.  He would teach the boy, discipline him, convert him into a
good decent Christian like his father did for him.  God wanted him to save
this lost soul from a life of eternal damnation.  God is so wise, Gary
thought. It all seems so clear now.

end chapter 8


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