Date: Wed, 29 Dec 2021 02:19:33 +0000
From: Mike Yonge <myonge1@hotmail.com>
Subject: Of Gord and John 1  Gay/Beginnings

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Chapter 1

This first chapter sets the foundation for the rest of the story.

He didn't know what was driving him but for the past three years every
spring he found himself overwhelmed by an irresistible urge to run. He
didn't know where, just that he had to go.  One time he and four of his
friends all took off with some vague idea of going up to the Laurentians
north of Montreal.  Obviously, something that was doomed to failure. They
were picked up by the police in the wee hours of the morning on the
approach highway to the Jacques Cartier Bridge.

Another time he had taken off after he had gone to bed. He had snuck out of
the upstairs window and taken off.  His brother coming to bed later for
some reason had checked up on him and found him missing.

That time he was hitchhiking southwest of Montreal and had gotten a ride
that had taken him to the city of Laprairie, which was where his brother
had found him.

One year he actually made it across the country. With some money that he
had taken from home he got a train ticket to Vancouver.  Once in Vancouver
no doubt by the grace of God and God alone he did not end up on the streets
which would have been his only option.  He had wandered about the city for
the day and that night found himself back at the train station.  He had
just enough money left to get a fare to Kamloops that night.  Arriving in
Kamloops the next morning he began the long trek home.  He remembered
walking most of the day before getting a lift.

He hitchhiked to Calgary Alberta, where he stayed in a Salvation Army
hostel.  The next day he found his way no doubt by accident to the Zoo,
where he was able to scavenge some bread from the Guinea Pig display
without getting caught.  That night he was out on the highway hitchhiking
again.  He managed to get a couple rides to take him to Medicine Hat.  It
was there that he was picked up by the police who arranged for his trip
home.  He was ready to go home by then.

Needless to say by this time his family was frantic. They had no idea where
he was.  He had sent a postcard to his `girlfriend' of the time from
Vancouver.  She had brought it over to his parents but that was around the
same time that he made the call from Medicine Hat asking if he could come
home.

When asked why he was running away however he never had an explanation.  He
could never say why.  He came from a fairly close family.  He was well
taken care of.  He was loved that he knew.  He had no reason, he just
didn't know why he was running away. Obviously, his parents found it hard
to accept his "I don't know" as an answer to why he had run off.  But that
was all he could offer them.  He just knew that he had to go, he couldn't
help himself he just had to go.  It was an urge that was overpowering to
any sort of resistance. He could not fight it.

This year however was different. This was the year that the Civil Rights
movement down in the States was really in the news.  There was no getting
away from it.  That he had two coloured friends didn't help.  Gord just
couldn't understand how you could hate someone just because they had a
different coloured skin.  It didn't make sense to him.  He could understand
not liking someone because they had been mean to you, or something like
that. But to hate someone simply because they were of a different race or
nationality was outside and beyond his comprehension.

His parents had raised him to respect all people regardless of their race.
As the movement gained momentum Gord's older brother came home with books
such as "Nigger" and "Black Like Me." Gord devoured them. He reviewed time
and again the Rosa Parks Story and read whatever he could find about
Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., who became one of his heroes.  How he wished he
could march with Dr. King.

There were times that Gordon was ashamed of his own white skin. He had to
do something to show that all white people weren't like those he was seeing
in the news.  They weren't all racist animals.  While the issues and images
of the marches were much in the news there was no real ground swell of
public outcry around Montreal where Gordon lived.  People talked about it
but there seemed to be no opinion one way or another.  In part it was
probably because to the larger population of Canada it really wasn't an
issue.

There as no segregation in Canada, there was some racism to be sure, but
whites and coloured sat together in the buses, and ate in the same
restaurants, shopped in the same stores.  There was no "whites only door"
and "blacks door".  It was not unusual to see whites and coloureds
together. So other than the attitude of "those Americans", or "they talk
about freedom for all", there really was no outcry, more just an interested
disinterest.

Gordon had talked to his mother about his distress over what was going on
and how he just couldn't understand.  His mother tried to explain to him
how people were, but she didn't understand it herself.  She just encouraged
him to continue to take the high road, that he didn't have to be like that.

His parents had always taught their family that all people were to be
treated as equals and with respect.  But that was as far as it went.
Gordon continued to read everything he could find on the subject.  Then as
winter that year slowly turned to spring, a plan started to formulate in
his mind as the old urge to run started to take over his mind.

He would go down and join Dr. King in the States. He would have to think
this out carefully.  He obviously wouldn't just be able to walk into the
States.  His parents wouldn't just send him down there, they wouldn't even
consider it.  There was no point in even asking.  They too had seen what
happened to the marchers, being attacked with baseball bats and dogs and
all manner of horrible things.  They wouldn't be about to send their 16
year old son down to that.  No, he would have to go on his own and somehow
get across the border.

It was a warm day in late spring that he decided it was time. It was a
combination of that drive to run and the culmination of his plans.  He had
a little money which he had gotten changed to American currency and
gathered together some dried fruit and things to eat along the way.  He had
no idea how long it would take him but he had to go.  That day he went to
school on the bus as usual, except that at a certain point he just got up
and got off the bus.  His friends told him later that that they wondered
what he was doing getting off where he did.  It was a point along the
highway just as they were leaving one community and into another.  The
highway was the one he needed to head for the States.

The rest of the day was spent standing at the side of the road hitching
rides.  He managed pretty easily to get a several rides to bring him down
to Sherbrooke.  He got there about noonish.  His plan was to head down
toward the border crossing at Stanstead, then wait till night and sneak
across east of the town.  He was able to get a couple more rides, the last
one brought him right into Stanhope. It was late afternoon when he got into
the town.  He was tired and quite hungry, He had eaten the lunch his mother
had packed for him earlier in the afternoon.

He sat on a park bench in a small park near the centre of the town, and
tried to figure out his next step.  When the same police car passed by a
second time and the officer looked pointedly at him he decided it was time
to move on.  He watched which way the car went and he crossed the street
and went down another street in the opposite direction.  He walked around
the small town a bit and came across the border crossing.  He made some
mental notes as to its locations and then headed along a street that seemed
to run parallel to the border.  There was a chain link fence on the border
side of the street. Gordon with his eye out for the police car, continued
to walk along the street heading East and eventually out of sight of the
actual crossing.  The street ended at a corner so he went up a block and
turned east again at the next street.  This he continued to do for about a
mile or more always heading toward what he figured was East.  He saw the
police officer one more time but was not seen himself.

It was starting to get dark when he ran out of streets all together.  The
street he was on ended but Gordon could see that there was some kind of
trail heading generally East and southerly through what appeared to be an
abandoned farmer's field.

He followed this trail for about another half hour. It ran through a small
woodlot, and then he came to a strip of cleared land.  It looked to be
about 100 yards across.  The chain link fence he had seen earlier ran down
the middle of it, It actually didn't look that well maintained but it was
clearly Marked as the border crossing.  OK, he was going to have to follow
this along for a while and see if there was someplace that he could cross
and not be caught.

Standing at the edge of the clearing he cautiously looked back toward town,
he could make out flickering lights of what he thought was the border
crossing.  He was still too close.  He stayed in the woodlot.  It was now
starting to get toward dusk.  He wondered what his parents were doing. They
were probably worried about him. But he had to do this.  He would call them
when he got with Dr. King.

He walked for another hour or so.  It was almost too dark to make anything
out.  He was now walking in the clearing right at the tree edge of the
woodlot. He could still make out the fence and he hadn't noticed and breaks
in it, and he could still see in the distance the flickering lights of
town.  Just as he was about to give up he came when he noticed the there
seemed to be a dark shadow in the landscape of the clearing.  He ventured
out toward it and saw that a stream and associated gully crossed the border
there.  He noticed too that the fence dipped down to follow the contour of
the land but there were some spots that were big enough for him to crawl
under.  (Author's note: The reader must understand that this took place in
the early 60s. The border between Canada and the States was not as
vigorously guarded as it is today)

Gord looked around and not seeing anything or anyone, entered into the
gully well away from the border clearing and then under the safety of the
gully made his way to the fence.  He noticed the water although it was
spring, was not that deep and was not running very fast.  He quickly
crawled under the fence and then waded across the stream.  The water was
quite cold but only up to his knees at the deepest.

He now had to make distance between himself and the border.  If somehow his
crossing had been detected he had to get away before they found him.  He
came out of the gully and crawled on his belly across the clearing.  In the
distance he suddenly heard a siren, and then another.  Obviously, he had
been noticed... He got out of the clearing and ran as fast as his tired
legs could.  He wasn't sure where he was running.  In the shadows he saw he
was coming to some trees, another woodlot.  He continued to run through the
woodlot getting snagged and hit with branches.  When he could run no
further, he climbed a tree, one of those huge, old gnarly maples as it
turned out.  He made his way well up the tree into its branches.  In the
distance he could hear the sounds of men talking and shouting.  Eventually
he thought he could make out that they would check it out again in the
morning.  That meant he had to be gone by then.  He could hear the voices
moving away from him.

He leaned back against the trunk of the tree and rested while he waited for
the voices to stop altogether.  He must have dozed off for a bit.  When he
woke suddenly with a start that almost had him fall out of the tree, it was
pitch dark.  He carefully got out of the tree, and started walking again.
He tried to remember which way he should be going, but couldn't even begin
to figure where he was never he should be going.  He stumbled about for
sometime and then suddenly came out into another opening.  In the distance
he saw the headlights of a car driving by.  He headed in that direction.
If he walked into the chain link fence he would know that he was in the
border clearing again.

He walked cautiously but came to no fence, at least not a chain link fence.
He did have to cross at least three fences that bounded farmers' fields.
He didn't know how long he walked before he finally made it to the road.
It was a gravel highway.  He decided to follow it for a bit.  He had walked
about half an hour when he heard a car coming up behind him.  His heart was
pounding.  It was too late to run if it was the police.  He just turned and
stood there, watching the car approach.  It slowed and passed him then it
stopped.  Gord could see it was not the police so he ran to the car and
opened the door.

The man inside asked "goin' to Derby?"

Derby was just a few miles south of the American border.  Gord had to think
fast , "Uh well as far south as you can take me sir. I'm trying to get to
St Johnsbury

"I'm going not goin' there but come on I'll get you to Derby at least.
Late to be hitchhiking ain't it?"

Gord got in and they were off.

It was nice and warm in the car and it wasn't a minute or two that Gord
felt himself dozing off.  It seemed like 2 seconds later that he felt
someone shaking him.  "Hey kid where do you want out?"

Gord sat up wide eyed and looked about him.  It took a couple seconds to
remember where he was.  He saw that he was in some small town or, which he
assumed was Derby.  "Wow" he said "I must have dozed off, uh that corner
there will be just great, thanks a lot Mister"

"No probs kid"

The man pulled over and let him out.

"Well, that should get me away from the border guys" Gord thought to
himself, "but where am I?"

He saw a small café‚ across the intersection, and thought
that he would sure like a cup of coffee or something.  He ran his fingers
through his hair and realised that there were some twigs and stuff from his
run through the woods earlier.  He stood under a street light and brushed
himself off, then crossing the street he entered the café.

There were about 5 people there including the waitress.  Everyone turned
and looked at him as he entered.  He hesitated at the door and then meekly
went and climbed up on one of the stools at the counter.  He put his
packsack down beside him.  He pulled out a one-dollar bill and ordered a
coffee.

The waitress didn't say anything.  When she brought the coffee to him he
asked her "I need to get to St Johnsbury, could you tell me how to get
there from here?"

"Tonight?  You gotta get there tonight?"

Gord blushed and looked around, everyone was staring at him.  "Well I gotta
get there tomorrow but I don't know how to get there from here.  I just
need to know where the turn off is to St Johnsbury"

The waitress looked at the others and then her eyes lit on a man in the
corner.  "Hey John!  You're heading toward Johnsbury aren't you."

"Yeah but not all the way!"  the man looked at Gord grimly.

"Well can you give this kid a lift as far as your place?" she said, but
there was an almost unkind tone to her voice.

Gord heard someone else snicker.  "I just need to know which way to go" he
said almost pleading.

"Suit yerself kid, go down two blocks and turn left, that's highway 5.
Just stay on that route and you'll get there."

She turned and wiped the counter, Gord drank his coffee. He was about half
done when 'John' got up and left the café‚, saying good
bye to the waitress. As he walked past Gord he brushed up against him, but
continued on and out.

A couple minutes later Gord finished his coffee, got up grabbed his
packsack, thanked the waitress and left as well.  He headed in the
direction that he was told and found the signs for Highway 5 as she had
told him.  He started walking.  Before he left he noticed the clock in the
café‚ said it was going on midnight.  He only walked
about 10 minutes when he heard a car coming up behind him.  It pulled up
beside him. When he looked over at the driver he saw that it was 'John'
from the cafe.  The man waved him to get in.

As he opened the door the man said "The cops are patrolling, get in I'll
drive you a ways" he smiled. Gord looked, and hesitated the man looked to
be about his Dad's age.  He looked ok, so he got in and closed the door.
They drove about another block when they met a police car coming the other
way.

The man looked over at Gord and smiled.  "He would have picked you up too,
but I don't think that he would have taken you to Johnsbury."

"No I guess not" smiled Gord

"So you running away kid?"

Gord could feel his face burning, "Well not really, I just have to get to
the south."

"Do your folks know you're here?"

"No" Gord bowed his head

"Then my guess is you've run off."

"Yeah"

"Trouble at home?"

"No, it's just something that I need to do" Gord didn't want to talk but it
seemed this man was going to get the information out of him regardless.

They sat in silence for a while.  They left the town behind and were
rolling down the highway.

After a few minutes the man started again.  "I'm John by the way"

Gord looked over at him "I'm Gord"

Hi Gord, so what's so all fired important in the south that you have to go
there?  He asked emphasizing the words Gord had used.

Gord was suddenly embarrassed, what would the man say if he told him he was
going to march with Martin Luther King?  He was white, would he get beat up
before he even made it down there?  Would the man understand?

"I just have to get down south, it is important, a friend of mine is really
sick and I have to get there to visit him."  He said instead.  His mind was
reeling.  Now he had to come up with a story.

"Really? And your friend lives in St Johnsbury?"

"Uh yeah, I asked my folks if I could go see him but they said no so I took
off."  Replied Gord.

John seemed to mull that over in his mind, but said no more.  They rode in
silence for several miles. Then they slowed down and John turned off into
what looked like a driveway.  "Well this is as far as I'm goin', your
welcome to come in and stay here for the rest of the night, and get goin'
again in the morning if you like.  You look like you could use a rest.
You're not going to get another ride tonight."

Gord looked at the man. Was he safe to go with this man?  He had read about
kids like him that just disappeared.

As if reading his thoughts John added.  "Don't worry kid I won't do
anything to you. I'll give you breakfast in the morning to boot."

Gord looked at the man again and nodded his head, but he was clearly going
in to uncharted territory for him.

They drove up what seemed like quite a long driveway up to a farm house.
They got out.  Gord followed John to the door.  John put his hand lightly
on Gord's shoulder and guided him in.

Gord stood near the door while John went around and turned lights on,
giving him directions to the bathroom and telling him to sit down.

Gord took his shoes off and asked to go to the bathroom.  When he saw
himself in the mirror he was shocked.  His face was dirty and his hair
askew.  He relieved himself in the toilet and then washed his hands and
face and tried to do something with his hair.  He didn't want to use the
man's comb that was lying there so he did the best he could with his
fingers.

John smiled at him when he came out.  "Now that looks better" he said "It
looked like you'd been through the wars and back before" he laughed.

Gord smiled blushing, embarrassed.

I've put on a pot of coffee and made you a bologna sandwich."  He motioned
for Gord to sit at the table.

"Uh thanks" said Gord. He had to control himself not to wolf the sandwich
down, he was so hungry "That was real good" he said to the man sitting
across from him.  The man 'John' was not bad looking.  He had dark brown
hair and brown eyes.  It gave him a soft look.  His face was tanned; he was
lean and strong looking.  There didn't seem to be anyone else there.  No
wife or kids or anything.  Gord looked around the kitchen.  There was
nothing special about it.  It was clean and neat.

"Well grab your coffee and go into the living room and sit a spell while I
clean up here and make your bed ready." Said John.  Gord got up and looked
at the clock on the wall.  It was 1:30 in the morning.

Gord took his coffee and walked into the other room as directed.  He saw a
chesterfield and a chair.  He chose the chesterfield.  As he sat down, he
noticed some magazines on the coffee table.  They were glossy covers, and
at first he didn't pay much attention but then as he glanced back to them
again he noticed what looked like pictures of naked bodies.  He did a
double take and then glanced up over his back toward the kitchen.

John was busy in the kitchen washing up a few dishes when he remembered the
new magazines he had gotten that day, delivered at the bus station.  He
felt cold sweat forming in his arm pits as he moved quickly to the living
room.

Gord hesitated but looked a little closer.  The cover showed a picture of
two naked guys looking at each other suggestively, the one man with his
hand on the other's chest, both men were half erect. Gord looked over his
shoulder again just as John came into the room.  He could feel himself
blushing hotly.  He could also feel his cock growing in his pants as he
stared at the pictures.  He looked up at John.  John smiled nervously back
at him.

"I... uh. I guess I should have put those away" mumbled John blushing as
well.

Gord looked back at the magazines, and then back at John "it's... uh ok."
he managed

"Have you ever seen anything like that Gord?"

Gord felt his mouth go dry.  He shook his head.

"You can look at them if you like, I... uh, still have some things to do"

Gord looked at the older man, now he was really in territory that he never
anticipated.  In his pants his cock was doing a dance of excitement, but
his mind was reeling and he felt extremely hot.

John turned to go back to the kitchen; he looked back at the young boy
sitting there obviously totally uncomfortable.  "Don't worry Gord, I won't
do anything to you.  You are perfectly safe here."  He said softly.

Gord watched as the man left the room.  He thought about what John had said
as he left.  As he sat there on the chesterfield, he stared at the
magazines where they lay.  He wanted to look at them but he was afraid.  He
slowly almost against his will reached and picked the top one off the pile
and lazily flipped through it.  What he saw, what flashed before his eyes
made him feel so hot and a strange good feeling crept over him.  He felt
his cock going rigid.  He also found that he was no longer just flipping
through the book but stopping to look.  He couldn't help himself.

John moved about the kitchen and then went up stairs to make up the bed in
the spare room.  Thoughts of "taking" the lad flitted briefly across his
mind but quickly dismissed.  He could feel himself getting aroused.  But he
had to be careful, the boy was probably underage. Not to mention that that
didn't really matter anyway.  It was illegal for two men never mind a man
and a young boy to be together.  No he couldn't do anything to the lad, as
cute as he was as tempting as it was

This was new territory for John as well.  He had never taken anyone in to
his house before, definitely not a young teenage boy.  If George, the
police chief knew that this boy was here tonight, he would have him in the
slammer so fast.  John found himself quite aroused and frightened at the
same time.

A few moments later he went back down to the living room. Gord was deeply
engrossed in the magazine and clearly aroused.

He didn't at hear John coming in.  He jumped when he realised the man was
there.  He blushed deep red as he fumbled to put the magazine back on the
table.

John sat down in an easy chair in the corner so that the boy would feel
more at ease.  "That's ok son," he said, "They're my magazines and no one
else is here to see you looking at them and I already told you that you
could look at them."  He smiled at the boy, smiled in part at his
discomfort, and partly to be friendly.

Gord had never felt so hot, embarrassed and aroused all at the same time.
He looked up at John sitting there.  As he took in the man's smile and face
he found himself relaxing a bit.  The man looked friendly enough.  He
glanced back at the magazine that he had been looking at.

"Some good pictures in there aren't there?  Asked John.

"Uh . yeah. I guess."

What he wanted to say was "Fuckin' hot pictures!"  but "Uh. yeah" was all
that came out

"You got a girlfriend?"

Gord shook his head again.

"Go ahead" repeated John "have a look at the other one as well, it has some
great pictures as well"

Gord picked up the other magazine and flipped through the pages.  It was
full of athletic young men posing naked, some with impressive cocks.  Gord
could feel his on cock expanding in his pants.  Why was he feeling this
way?  He shouldn't be getting excited about seeing naked men.  The thing
was that he had always gotten that when he thought about sex.  Invariably
he would imagine the male partner.  He had seen some of the magazines his
brother was hiding in his room but they were all about girls. Gord never
found any big deal about seeing a naked girl, but what he couldn't
understand was why he wasn't interested, all the other guys his age
were. No, when the guys were talking about being with this girl or that, he
was always thinking about the guys.

John watched the boy, the tip of his tongue traced his lips.  He could see
the boy was flushed and obviously aroused by what he was seeing.

Gord looked up at John and smiled weakly.

"You like what you see son?"  John asked him.  Gord didn't answer but
looked back down at the book.

"You ever been with another guy?"

Gord shook his head.

"Ever wonder what it would be like?"

The lad nodded slowly, "but I'm kinda afraid because people think it is
bad... like evil."

John nodded "Yeah some people do thing that two guys having sex together is
somehow wrong.  But I think that is two men or two boys your age say love
each other how can that be wrong?"

Gord thought that through.  It made sense.  He looked up at the man

"Are you uh... like gay?"

"Yes I am Gord"

"Do you have a man... uh boyfriend?"

John smiled sadly "No, but I sure wish I did.  Down here in the States it's
still illegal for two guys to be together like that."

Then John asked "Do you think that you're gay Gord?"

Gord nodded but he had a question mark written on his face.  "I think I
might be, I like guys and looking at them, a lot, but I'm too afraid to do
anything ... you know?"

"Yeah I know"

"When I was your age there was a guy.  He was about the same age as me.  He
was staying at the next farm over just down the Concession".  John waved
his hand in the direction of the other farm.

Gord could see the man's face relax as he remembered at time some years
ago. "Aiden was his name.  He was just great. He was my first and I was
his.  He had come down for the summer to stay with his aunt and uncle.  His
folks were in the process of a move to Australia and it was easier for them
for him to spend the summer with his aunt and uncle."

"We kinda hit it off.  It was my first summer without my brother Sean
around.  He was working in Albany that summer between terms at college.  I
still had a year of high school to go."

He paused, and then continued.

"George was off at police college that summer so I actually had two months
of peace without him bullying me."

John's mind went back to that magical summer so long ago.  Days spent with
Aiden.  It was about two weeks in when they discovered their mutual
interest in boys... and particularly for each other.  After that they were
inseparable.  He could still feel that first touch of Aiden's lips on
his....

Gord sat there waiting for John to continue talking.  The man just kind of
zoned out there for a moment.  He was afraid to say anything.

John suddenly realized he had "left the room" so to speak and shook himself
back into reality.

He smiled at Gord.  "It was a wonderful time the summer.  We explored all
kinds of things together, as if we knew it was our only chance."

"What happened to him?  Did you ever see him again?  I mean like after that
summer?"

John shook his head sadly.  "No, when the summer was over his folks came to
pick him up.  My folks put on a family BBQ in his honour to say good bye
and then he left.  I got a couple letters form him after that and a
Christmas card for a couple years and then nothing.  I don't know what ever
happened to him.  Last I heard he was somewhere in Western Australia, Perth
I think, but that was oh about 15 years ago.  But I will never forget him."

John glanced at his watch and got to his feet.  "Wow, it is really late we
should get to bed.  The spare room is made up for you."  He led the way out
of the living room and showed Gord his room.  "You can use the bathroom
first I have a couple things to do in the kitchen.  Have a good sleep and
we can talk in the morning about what you are going to do."

Gord felt a chill go through him with the last words.  He had almost
forgotten that he had run away from home.  "Ok" He said softly.

Several minutes later John heard the door to the spare room shut and all
was quiet upstairs.

Gord crawled into the bed and tried to sleep but his mind was whirling with
the events and thoughts of the day.  He knew that his parents were probably
frantic with worry and he felt the tears start as he whispered "I'm sorry
Mum, Dad."  What could be thinking of?  All his resolve to go to march with
Dr King, suddenly seemed so senseless.  What was he going to do?  But he
had to go through with it he knew that in another part of his mind.  He was
so confused.  And now this ... this gay thing.  Suddenly to be confronted
with some thing that he had been afraid to even think about.  Downstairs
was a man the just told him that he was gay!  With these things running
through his mind he would never sleep.  But sleep he did ... apparently...

John got himself ready for bed as well.  His mind full of the lad upstairs
and Aiden.  Ah the memories of that dear young man he would often think of.
As he slowly drifted off Aiden's face appeared in his dreamlike state.  He
could see their last night together.

Aiden's folks were to come the next day, spend a couple days there with
Aiden's aunt and uncle who was his father's brother.  Then they would leave
for a new life in Australia where Aiden's dad was to work as then American
liaison for an International firm.

Their last night together John and Aiden had planned a campout by the
quarry just a couple miles down the Concession road from where John lived.

In his dream John saw Aiden naked and coming toward him with a smile on his
face.

"I love you so much John.  I want to make love to you one more time
before..."  John could see tears in Aiden's eyes.

John realized that he was naked as well as he reached up to the other boy
welcoming him into his embrace. They lay together in each other's arms
kissing and loving each other.

"I need you inside me Aiden" John heard himself say in his dream.  Aiden
hovered over him as John raised his legs to give himself to his lover.

His whole body electrified with extreme pleasure coursing through him as he
felt Aiden cock sliding into him, filling him, satisfying his desire for
his friend's love.

John half woke from his dream with a sigh of pleasure.  He remembered that
night. They both made love to each other at least three times.  He could
still conjure up the exquisite pleasure of Aiden's body holding his cock,
bringing him to a mind-numbing orgasm.  The memory now mixed with the
bittersweet loss of that friend and his love.  He often wondered what ever
happened to Aiden.

They had corresponded for about a year after Aiden went to Australia and
then the letters became more sporadic from both of them if John was honest.
Then for a few years there were Christmas cards and then nothing.  John had
tried a few more times but nothing came back.

Thinking that John slowly drifted off to sleep to be woken about four hours
later by his alarm.  It would be a long day.


John took a shower got dressed and then checked the spare bedroom. Gord was
still asleep so John quietly got dressed and went to the kitchen and
started to get some breakfast together.  The bacon was about ready and the
coffee perking on the stove when he heard some movement.  He looked up in
time to see the boy disappear into the bathroom.  A moment later he heard
the familiar sound of urine in the toilet bowl.  He could hear the water
running in the bathroom so he went over to the door.

Gord" he called softly "There are towels in the little cupboard in the
corner.  If you need anything else let me know Ok?  And breakfast is almost
ready."

He heard a muffled "OK" in response.  He smiled as he hurried back to tend
to the bacon.


As Gord came out of the bathroom he put the eggs on to fry.  "About one
minute and everything will be ready"

Gord went in to the bedroom and not a minute later he was in the kitchen
smiling.  "It sure smells good in here."

John smiled motioning him to sit down, while he served breakfast.

They ate in silence.  Gord couldn't have enjoyed the meal more.  When they
were done he thanked John profusely for the meal.  And then he kind of hung
back.  He shyly offered to help with the dishes which was accepted.  This
was also done pretty much in silence.


"I guess you will be wanting to be on the road" John mentioned breaking the
silence.

"Yeah" Gord said hesitantly.  He wasn't so sure about this anymore, well
not about going to be with Dr King... just how on earth was he going to do
it?  He knew now he clearly hadn't thought through and he was way out of
his depth.  He wasn't even sure he could even get home.

"You don't sound so sure?"

Gord panicked a little but shook his head.  "No, no, I guess just want to
get there I guess."


John smiled, there was more to this story than the kid was letting on "How
about we wash your clothes and when they are ready I will drive you to St
Johnsbury."

Gord nodded... that would be better than standing on the highway hoping for
a ride.  John got the laundry going and they both went out to feed the
couple pigs and chickens.  They were the only animals John still maintained
on the farm.  Working all day at the store with his brother took all his
time and then some.

The clothes were in the dryer and John was in the kitchen putting some
lunch together when he noticed a car coming up the driveway.  "Oh fuck!!!
Gord!"

Gord came running into the kitchen "What??"

"SHIT!!! It's the police chief, get into the bedroom and into the back of
the closet quickly!  They are likely looking for you.  George will think
that I picked you up.  If you are caught here with me we will both be in
big shit, quick now and not a sound, and don't come out till I call you!"