My Belovèd is mine, and I am his.
Song of Songs 2:16
Any similarity between the characters in this story and any actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Mary Carson had no sooner driven out of the driveway than Cam was on his cell phone to Catherine in San Rafael.
"Hi, Mom, are you all set for your seminar in the morning?"
"Yes, I think so, Cam. The registrations so far don't suggest standing room only, but this is a seminar on
Swinburne we're talking about, after all. I think I'll be pleased with the
turnout. And the speakers will likely be very good."
"I'm glad," Cam said. "Listen, I wanted to ask you something. It's Kevin's idea, actually."
"No, it isn't," Catherine heard Kevin protest in the background.
"Kevin is wondering if you'd let us get a dog," Cam said with a grin at his partner.
"You're such a brat!" Catherine heard Kevin tell Cam.
"Will I end up taking care of it, like the last dog we had?" Catherine asked. "You didn't do much when we had her."
Mommy, but I was just a kid then. I'm all grown up now, and Kevin
will probably mature some day himself," Cam assured her. "So, we'll take responsibility for taking care of it."
"What are you going to do with it when you move to L.A.?"
"Well, he, she or it will move right with us," Cam said.
"Maybe your dad won't want a dog in the house," Catherine suggested.
"He already said we can move in with the baby. Dogs, babies,
hamsters, snakes, androids like Kevin, Dad won't care, you know that."
"I suppose not," Catherine admitted. "What kind do you want?"
"We're thinking about a border collie."
"They're a good breed. Well, if I have your word that you and
your partner in crime will take care of it, you can get one, I
guess. Why are you calling to ask me about this now, rather than
waiting until you get back?"
"There's a border collie breeder in Seaside, we've been told," Cam
said. "We thought we might stop there and look around on the way
"When are you coming home, by the way?"
"Uh, we'll probably start back Sunday morning," Cam said. "I
thought we'd stop in Seaside and go to Mass first--Kevin really needs to pray, y'know--and then go over to
"Kevin doesn't need to pray any more than you do, Mister!" Catherine said with a laugh.
"That's a 'yes' on the dog, then?" Cam asked.
"Yes. I hope you appreciate some day what a pushover I am when it comes to you boys."
"That's such a fine quality, Mommy!" Cam said happily. "Rare and fine. We already appreciate it."
"Uh huh. All right, I'll see you boys at home. I love you. Tell Kevin I love him."
"Love you, too, Mom. Bye."
Cam snapped the phone shut and bent down to kiss Kevin.
"She said for you to tell me that she loves me, didn't she?" Kevin speculated with a grin as he kissed Cam back.
"You'd better tell me, or when we get home I'm gonna let her know that
you're not giving me my messages, and she'll take your phone away from
"I don't think so," Cam said.
"Count on it. I might also let it slip that you've been sticking
your dick into certain of my bodily orifices, and then your world as
you know it would come to an end."
"Ha, ha! You're funny," Cam said. "By the way, it didn't
take little Alice long to figure out that your crotch is really something
special, did it? How did it feel when she goosed you?"
Kevin laughed. "She woke me up, that's for sure. I thought it was you down there for a minute."
"Shut up! Getcher ass up, and let's go over to the ocean. You need some fresh air. Or maybe I do."
Kevin got to his feet and put his crutches under his arms while Cam went
inside to get his wallet and keys. Kevin had negotiated the steps
down to the driveway by the time Cam locked the cabin and joined
him. Cam stuck right with his partner as Kevin made it to the car
and lowered himself into the passenger seat, handing Cam his crutches.
"Whaddaya want me to do with these?" Cam asked, brandishing the crutches.
"Uh, ya wanna bend over?"
"It's a good thing you're cute, or I'd have to get physical with ya, you little shit!"
"Later, bro," Kevin said. "I'm counting on it."
Cam grinned, and walking around to the driver's side door, he tossed the crutches into the back seat and started up the Camaro.
"I love this car!" Cam said. "It's getting a little dusty,
though. Would you mind detailing it before we go back to
"Is it your birthday again? I don't think so. That was a lot of work last time," Kevin said.
"I know, but what a sense of satisfaction you must have felt when you were done. Doncha wanna feel that good again?"
"You're gonna hafta perform a lot better in bed before that happens," Kevin insisted.
"You're gonna give me a complex if you keep talking like that," Cam said. "I may not be able to get it up next time."
"I'm just kiddin', dude. You're wonderful in bed. And that's no shit!"
"Well, I don't know about that. But it's not for lack of tryin,'"
Cam said, reaching down to feel Kevin up after shifting the Camaro from third to fourth
Kevin grinned and spread his legs. "You're fiendishly clever at getting me to say nice things about you."
"I know it. I can't help myself."
Cam drove a few miles north up Highway 1, and turned left down a road that
led over to a little beach. There was no one else there. He
parked, and went around to the passenger's door to help Kevin out of the
car. The sky was blue and cloudless, there was only a mild breeze
off the ocean, and the waves were caressing the beach rather than crashing on to
"Are you gonna be able to navigate in the sand with your crutches?" Cam asked.
"I don't know. Let's see." Kevin crutched his way on to the
sand and then stopped. "I can do it, but it's a lot of work."
"Let me get a blanket out of the trunk of the car, and let's just sit in the sun right here for a few minutes."
Cam went back to the trunk of the car, pulled out a blanket, and went
back to Kevin. Spreading the blanket, he helped Kevin sit down
and took the crutches, putting them down on the blanket. Then he
sat down and cozied up to his boy, arm around his waist.
"You're my sweetboy," Cam said, hugging him and blushing a
little. "I feel a little strange talking like that, but that's
what you are to me."
Kevin turned and looked him in the eye. "You're a little strange
all right, but don't think I don't love hearin' it, man. Much
as I'd like to, we can't have sex twenty-four hours a day, so we gotta
have some kind of language for what we feel about each other. For
the in-between times, y'know. So, you're my sweetboy, too,
dude. And I'm not takin' that back. Ever."
Cam chuckled, and pushed Kevin down flat on the blanket, putting
himself on his side so he could look down into Kevin's face. Using
both hands, he began to touch his lover's face, gently caressing him
under his eyes with his thumbs. Kevin sighed, relaxed his body
and closed his eyes.
"So much love for you," Cam murmured.
"You're in my heart. Thank God I have you." That was all
Kevin said, lying there glowing, almost floating off the blanket,
feeling complete with Cam beside him. Eventually, Cam turned and
lay on his stomach, his right arm across Kevin's chest, and they fell
asleep, heads toward the ocean. They woke up a few minutes later
when they heard a car door slam. Cam sat up and checked it out.
Two guys and two girls, obviously couples, got out of a white
Escalade. The two guys scoped out the Camaro first,
and then they all walked down on to the sand. The two guys were
hunky, on the
short side at 5'8" or 5'9", and looked like wrestlers, muscular,
wearing athletic jackets with a big "S" on them. The two
girls were very cute, one blonde and one brunette. They could
have been cheerleaders.
"Whazzup?" one of the guys said.
"Not much," Cam said, looking at his watch. "School's out for the day, huh?"
"Yeah," the guy said. "I like your wheels."
"Thanks," Cam said.
Kevin pushed himself to a sitting position with his good arm, and looked at the newcomers.
"You guys from around here?" the brunette girl asked.
"No," Kevin said. "We're from San Rafael. We're just
staying in Cam's dad's cabin down the road. Where are you from?"
"Seaside," the blonde girl said.
"I'm Cam, and this is Kevin," Cam said.
The bigger of the two boys, a handsome blond kid with a crew cut, stuck
out his hand to
Cam. "I'm Carl," he said. They slipped, gripped and dapped, and then
the boy bent down and did the same with Kevin. "This is Tony, Carol and Kay,"
pointing at each of them in turn.
"Hi," Kevin and Cam said, nodding at the three.
"Yeah," Carl said.
Tony stared unsmilingly at Cam and Kevin. "I saw you with your
arm around your 'friend' when we drove up," he said, standing there looking down at
Cam where the latter sat. "Are you guys fags or somethin'?" he asked.
"Yeah, or somethin'," Cam said, getting to his feet, expecting trouble.
"Tony, shut the fuck up!" Carl said, looking at his friend with disgust. "Unless you wanna to walk home," he threatened.
"Yeah, don't be such an asshole," Kay, Tony's blonde girlfriend, agreed, looking daggers at her boyfriend.
Cam relaxed a little.
"You'll hafta excuse Tony," Carl said. "We're still tryin' to make a human being out of him."
"OK," Cam said. "You guys wanna sit down?"
"Sure," Carl said, and he and Carol and Kay sat down on the blanket
with Kevin, Cam joining them. Tony sat off to one side, on the
The two guys and their girlfriends were seniors at the high school in
Seaside, and like Cam and Kevin, were looking forward to graduation and
going off to college. They all talked about their schools and
about sports and so on. Carl was going to be matriculating at
UCLA. He and Cam highfived, and promised to exchange cell phone
"How'd you get hurt?" Carl asked Kevin after they had been talking for a while.
"A couple of guys jumped me," Kevin said.
"Because you're queer?" Tony asked with a sneer.
"No, because their sister got pregnant," Kevin said. "I really admire jerks who gang up like that on one guy, don't you?"
"Oh," Tony said, and shut up.
Carl shot his friend a dirty look. "Hey," he said to Cam and
Kevin, "you guys wanna smoke some weed? We got some good
"Thanks," Cam said, "but we don't smoke anymore. Don't let that stop you, though."
Carl pulled his stash and a pipe out of the pocket of his athletic jacket.
"Don't you guys get drug tested at school when you're in sports?" Kevin asked.
"Not very often," Carl said. "Life's a crap shoot. What can I tell ya?"
Cam and Kevin watched in silence as Carl loaded the pipe, sparked up
his lighter, and took the first drag, pulling and holding the smoke deep in his lungs. The
marijuana smoke eddied around as the pipe was passed from hand to hand
and the four Seaside kids started to mellow out. Kevin moved closer
to Cam and lay down on his back again, tired from supporting himself in a sitting position on
"We're going through Seaside on our way home Sunday," Cam said,
looking at Carl. "We're looking for a Catholic church for Mass, and then for the kennel where they breed border
collies. Know where we might find 'em?"
"Yeah, I do." Carl said. "For the church, once you get in
Seaside, go to the second traffic light and make a right. St.
Michael's is two blocks down. The last Mass is 11 o'clock, if
you're late risers. The kennel is called Davidson's. Go
back to the light where you turned for the church, make a right and continue north on
'1,' and there'll be a sign for the kennel. It's about a mile off
the highway to your right."
"Thanks," Cam said.
The grass in the pipe now burned out, Carl tapped the pipe on the sole of his
Nike's to let the ashes fall into the sand, and shoved the pipe back
into his jacket pocket. Tony moved closer to his girl sitting on
the blanket, and put his arm around her. They began a light
make-out session as the others looked on.
"Tony's really shy about showing affection in public," Carl laughed. "What a horndog!" he added.
Everybody chuckled except Tony, who said nothing, and continued to love up his girlfriend.
Cam and Carl talked a little more about UCLA. Carl was going to
be business, and Cam told him that his own concentration would be film and
television and Kevin's, physics.
"Where will you be living down there?" Carl asked.
"We're staying with my dad in Malibu our first year," Cam said.
"Kevin's former girlfriend is having their baby, and we'll probably have it
with us when we move south. I don't know where we're gonna be
living after we move out of Dad's house."
They talked a few more minutes, and Cam began thinking about getting back to the cabin.
The breeze off the ocean had freshened, and felt a little colder.
The afternoon sun was rapidly heading toward the horizon. Cam
looked down at his lover.
"Whaddaya think, Kev? You ready to boogie?"
"I'm ready," Kevin said, struggling to a sitting position.
Carl pulled an old envelope out of his jacket pocket, and tore it in half. "Anybody got a pen?" he asked.
Nobody had one, so he walked up to the Escalade and pulled one out of
the glove box. He wrote his name, Carl Emrick, and his cell phone
number on the paper as he was walking back and gave it to Cam, along
with the pen and the blank half of the envelope. Cam wrote down
his name and phone number, and gave it and the pen back to Carl.
Everybody stood up as Cam collected the blanket, shaking it gently to
get rid of the sand, and folded it up.
The six of them walked slowly toward the cars, moderating their pace to
accommodate Kevin. Cam said good-bye to Kay and Carol and to Carl,
as did Kevin. Neither of them bothered with Tony, who walked off
alone and got in the back seat of the Escalade.
"I'll call ya," Carl promised Cam as he and Cam dapped. Carl
grasped Kevin's shoulder gently. "Kevin, good luck, dude.
Hope you heal up soon."
"Thanks, man," Kevin said. "It can't be too soon for me."
"Maybe I'll see you guys in church Sunday," Carl said just before he hopped into the Escalade.
"Cool," Cam said.
The quartet from Seaside took off first as Cam returned the blanket to
the trunk of his car. He helped Kevin into the passenger seat
and threw his crutches into the back seat. Walking around to the
driver's seat and getting in, Cam put the key into the ignition and
fired up the Camaro. The exhaust growled pleasantly as Cam put the
car in reverse.
"That was an interesting group," Cam said, craning his neck as he turned the
car around. They started up the road toward the highway.
"Oh, yeah!" Kevin said. "Carl seemed like a nice guy and the girls were cool, but that Tony was a real piece of work."
"He kinda gives you an idea of what we're up against as a couple, doesn't he?"
"I guess," Kevin said. "I can't help wondering about guys
who are lookin' for queers everywhere they go, though. It seems
to be on their minds all the damn time. They just seem to be a
little too interested in the subject, if you ask me."
"I do ask you," Cam said. "And you've never failed me yet."
"Uh, huh," Kevin laughed. "It's a good thing you're cute, or I'd
hafta take strong measures with you. Really strong!"
"Would it involve corporal punishment, do you think?"
"Yeah," Kevin said. "And leather. Lots of leather."
Cam got a kick out of that. He put his hand on Kevin's neck, and swayed him a little from side to side in the car seat.
"I love ya to death, Kev."
"Same here, man. Don't ever forget it." Kevin reached over
and gently cupped Cam's crotch. "Loving you definitely involves
got down here, I won't lie to ya. But I'm starting to realize
there's a whole new world of knowing and appreciating each other that's starting to open up for us."
"There you go, stealing my lines again," Cam said. He grinned and reached down to hold Kevin's hand as they drove along.
When they arrived at the cabin, Cam parked the car and went around to
the passenger side and helped Kevin get out, gave him his crutches, and
walked with him until he navigated the steps and was sitting in his
chair on the deck. Then he ran down the stairs and locked the
Camaro. It would be nice to have a remote to lock these doors, he thought to himself, but no
such luck on that with a vintage car.
Cam came back up to the deck and sat down. "Whaddaya want for supper tonight?" Cam asked his friend.
"Do we have any hamburger?"
"How about hamburgers with everything?"
"Sounds good to me," Cam said. "I'll take the meat out of the freezer to thaw in a minute, and fire up the grill."
"OK." Kevin glanced over at his partner, looking
thoughtful. "I hate it that you have to do everything for
me. I do appreciate it, though, I hope you know that.
taught me something since I got hurt, Cam. The way you've handled
this whole situation has helped me learn some patience. That's
something I never had much of. You've taught me to be patient
with myself, and you've been an example of how to be patient with
another person. That's love, man. You said Father Andrew
told you once that good
always comes out of evil. In a small way, I think I'm starting to
see what he meant by that. Anyway, thank you."
"You're welcome. You're awfully philosophical tonight."
"I guess. Being here alone with you, with no distractions, has
been good for me, dude. You help me count my blessings."
Cam smiled and ran his hand over Kevin's crew cut as he stood up and went inside to take the meat out of the freezer.
Cam could see that Kevin was tired that night after supper, so after playing a game
of chess which Kevin won, they hit the bed. Cam curled up next to
Kevin, who, for the most part, still had to sleep on his back. He kissed
him and held him gently until they fell asleep.
* * *
Kevin and Cam awakened about 8 o'clock the next
morning to the sound of rain on the roof. Hard rain. Cam
shepherded Kevin into the bathroom so they could drain their
bladders. It was cold in the cabin. So after Cam got Kevin
back into bed and covered up, he went out into the main room, stark
naked and shivering, and started a fire in the big fireplace in
preference to kicking up the thermostat on the propane furnace. The
fire caught quickly, and he piled on plenty of wood so that when they
eventually decided to get up for the day, the chill would be off the place.
He put the screen back in front of the fireplace when he finished, and
ran for the bedroom. Crawling under the covers, he pulled Kevin
against his frigid body and held him tight, putting one freezing hand
between Kevin's legs.
"Ar-r-r-g-g-g!! You freakin' miserable shit, you're cold!" Kevin howled.
"I know I am," Cam told him in a faux, soothing voice. "I'm cold because you like a fire in the fireplace so much, and somebody had to light it. Now it's your job to warm me up. It's just the price you pay."
"You're something else!" Kevin half grumbled, half chuckled. "And I thought you loved me."
"I do love you, dude. I'm just trying to toughen you up a
little so you're fit to be my partner. Life isn't all beer and
"'Beer and skittles!' What the fuck is a 'skittle'? You sure talk funny for a jock. Are you gay?"
Cam stuck his tongue deep in Kevin's ear and squished it around. A Wet Willy, perfectly executed.
"Oh-h-h-h," Kevin said in surprise, his penis responding immediately by starting to grow.
"Y'know, I just may be," Cam said. "Gay, I mean. Yes, yes,
I'm almost sure of it! What are we gonna do about that?"
Kevin laughed. "I think we've been doing everything
we needed to do about that! And I have to admit I've enjoyed
it. We just need to do more of it, starting now." He ran
his good hand up and down the still cool skin of the Cam's body,
starting with his chest and ending up in his crotch. Cam's dick
began hardening until it filled Kevin's hand completely, and went on from there.
"You fit my hand so well, and then some," Kevin added with a grin.
"I know it." Cam reached over on to the bedside table and picked up
a condom from a pile of them strategically placed there, tearing the
package open with his teeth, turning back to roll it down over Kevin's
now hard dick. Pushing himself over on to Kevin's body, he
straddled his waist. "You up for this, big boy?" he asked,
bending down to deep kiss his partner.
"Oh, yeah!" Kevin said when the kiss was finished.
Spitting into his hand and lubing his hole, Cam began backing down
slowly onto Kevin's penis, bouncing a little after he popped inside and
had impaled himself.
"You OK?" Cam whispered when he was finally seated fully on Kevin's
crotch, his knees bent and thighs spread along Kevin's sides. He
sat there, his weight mostly on his legs, not moving.
Kevin raised his arms and, using his good arm, pulled his lover's head down to his own and deep kissed him again.
"'OK' doesn't cover it," Kevin gasped after their lips and tongues
parted company. "I feel really good inside you, Cam. Don't move
yet, though, or I'm gonna blow."
Cam nodded and then bent down to take first one of Kevin's nipples and
then the other in his mouth, tonguing, sucking, gently nibbling them as
Kevin's cock hardened even more in its tight cocoon. Giving Kevin
another minute, Cam then began to move forward and backward on Kevin's
abs as he thrust himself down on the boy's dick and pulled off, again
and again, only gradually accelerating his pace so as to prolong
their coupling. Kevin began to breathe rapidly as he was thrust
over and over into his lover's body.
"Oh, yes-s-s!" Kevin hissed as passion obliterated thought, and he closed his eyes and gave himself completely to his partner.
Cam maintained a steady pace over the minutes as his sweat began to drop down on to
and lubricated his motion back
and forth. His own big dick was
hard and leaking, and slid forward and backward on Kevin's corrugated
stomach. Kevin groaned as his tension built toward orgasm.
He began thrusting up off the bed into Cam as best he could with
his one good leg, augmenting Cam's movements.
Cam maintained a steady pace as they continued to pleasure each other, but the end they both sought and yet wanted to prolong
forever was inevitable. Cam finally spewed first, the long stream of his
glistening, white ejaculate hitting Kevin under his chin and then
tapering off down his chest in subsequent emissions. The tightening of Cam's sphincter as he came sent
Kevin over the edge, and uttering Cam's name, he filled the condom with his essence inside his friend, his
lover, his giver of joy. Cam
collapsed with a groan on to Kevin's chest, and neither of them moved for a long time.
Cam roused himself first as Kevin's softening penis fell away from his
body. He slipped to Kevin's side, and held his
partner in his arms as rational thought gradually returned. Kevin
removed the condom from his penis, folded it over, and dropped it on to
the floor as Cam grabbed a handful of kleenex from the bedside table and cleaned the two of them up a bit.
"You just gave me one of the best experiences of my young life," Kevin
said softly, looking into Cam's eyes. "Believe me on that."
Cam smiled, gave the boy's left nipple another lick, and laid his head on
Kevin's chest. They dropped off to sleep again until a squall of
rain on the roof woke them up about an hour later. Cam got up and
used the bathroom again, and pulled on his boxers. Going into the
kitchen while Kevin dozed, Cam fixed bacon and an omelet and toast
for their breakfast. Putting the goodies on a tray with
silverware, napkins, and glasses of orange juice, he returned to the
bedroom, and the two of them ate breakfast in bed after Cam offered thanks.
After breakfast Cam helped Kevin into the bathroom so he could use the
toilet. Retrieving Kevin's electric razor from his shaving kit,
he let him shave. Then Cam filled the wash basin with warm water,
and while Kevin stood balancing on his good leg in front of the sink, he
took a bar of soap and a wash cloth, and slowly and methodically washed
every inch of Kevin's glowing body that wasn't in a cast.
Finishing up, he rinsed the wash cloth off, wiped his partner down, and
then dried him with a big, fluffy towel.
Standing up, he glanced into the mirror and was surprised to see Kevin's face with tears in his eyes.
"Kev?" he inquired, concerned.
Kevin shook his head, saying nothing at first.
"What's the matter, dude? Did I hurt you?" Cam asked.
"No, man," Kevin said softly, looking at Cam's face in the mirror. "Far from it. You touch me here"--he tapped over his heart with a closed fist--"when
you help me like this. You don't just say the words, 'I love
you,' you show it all the time. I don't know what I've
done to deserve you, that's all."
Cam smiled and kissed his cheek. "Hey, bud, who would I be able
to torment if I didn't have you? We're perfect for each other."
Their eyes locked in the mirror.
"Don't laugh this off," Kevin said. "I just want you
to know how much I appreciate you and everything you do for me."
"Message received," Cam said, and took him back to the bedroom and helped him dress in clean clothes.
They went into the great room, where Cam added wood to the coals in the
fireplace. They soon had a roaring fire going to offset the
sheets of cold rain they could see falling outside through the
windows. Cam got Kevin situated on the couch and brought him his
laptop, plugging it into nearby electric and phone outlets. Kevin
checked his email, answered a few, and then turned the computer over to
Cam, who did the same.
While he had the computer at his disposal, he clicked on Kevin's browser
favorites, found "Nifty," clicked on it, and located a story he had
been reading in the high school section. Kevin looked over his
"You want me to read to ya?" Cam asked with a grin.
"What, you tryin' to get me all hot and bothered?"
"You can get as hot and bothered as you want, just don't get any bodily fluids on the furniture."
"Huuumph!" Kevin said. "After a morning in bed with you, I don't
think I have any bodily fluids left. Not the ones you're talking
"Just doin' my job," Cam said, laughing.
He began to read aloud the first chapter of a story by an author he
liked, when he heard his cell phone in the bedroom ring, playing the
first few bars of "Stars and Stripes Forever." Putting the
computer in Kevin's lap, he got up ran into the bedroom.
"Hello," he said after flipping the phone open.
"Is this Cam?" a voice asked.
"Yeah. Who's this?"
"Carl. Carl Emrick. You know, we met yesterday at the beach."
"Yeah, Carl. 'Sup, man?"
"Not much. I was just wondering if I could come down and talk to
you and Kevin for a few minutes. I won't take up much of your time."
"Well, yeah, I guess so. We're not doin' much but sittin' in front of the fire and stayin' out of the rain."
"Great. How do I get to your place?"
"Go past the road to the beach where we were yesterday, and continue
south on "1" another five miles or so. McCallister Road comes off
to your right toward the ocean, and we're the last cabin on the
road. You'll see the Camaro in the driveway."
"All right. Thanks. See you in a few."
Cam snapped his phone shut, put it in his pocket, and went back out to the living room.
"Who was that?" Kevin asked.
"Carl Emrick. The guy we met yesterday."
Kevin frowned. "What did he want?"
"He wants to talk to us. He'll probably be here in a half hour or so."
"Whaddaya suppose that's all about?"
"I don't have a clue, dude," Cam said, sitting back down on the couch
and gesturing at the computer. "Read to me in that deep, masculine voice of yours."
"Have I told ya lately how full of shit you are? Anyway, if I
read to you, you might answer the door with a hardon and give Carl the
"Maybe the right idea," Cam said, looking at Kevin out of the corner of his eye. "He's pretty good lookin'."
"Yeah, right!" Kevin said, adjusting the tilt of the computer screen. "OK, you want a story, here goes: 'It was a dark and stormy night...'"
Cam laughed, and moving closer to Kevin, put his arm around him and
kissed him on the cheek. Kevin smiled and began reading the
* * *
Catherine MacKenzie had been
pondering what the selection of the new pope meant for teaching at
Catholic colleges and universities like
St. Francis. It was galling to her, even though she taught in a
comparatively "safe" department, literature, as contrasted with the
theology department, that the bright, inquisitive students with whom
the teaching staff was surrounded every day might have their curiosity
and eagerness to learn curtailed in any way by being told that some
subjects just couldn't be discussed. It infuriated her, in fact,
made no secret of it at faculty and administrative meetings, as she had
done for years. The Jesuits, who now ran the place after the
Franciscans had turned it over to them two decades previous, were
walking a fine line in the church and in academia thus far in the 21st
century when it came to discussible issues.
archbishop had only infrequently exercised his prerogative of
the license needed by every theology professor to teach in any Roman
school of higher learning within his jurisdiction, but the threat was
always there. Professors in other fields did not require such a
Because she was not
a teacher of theology, it was a complete surprise to Catherine when
Father John Reilly, S.J., the university president, called her one day
inform her that one of the local archbishop's assistants, Father
Raddley, a young, Rome-educated
priest, wished to speak to her at the archbishop's office downtown in
"Are you sure he wants to talk to me, Father?" Catherine asked.
"I don't teach theology. What's this about, do you think?"
"I don't have a clue, Catherine," the priest said. "I do know
that St. Francis has been getting some special scrutiny from downtown
since our Law School gave Senator Clauson an honorary degree last
year. As you know, she's a Catholic who has refused to vote to
criminalize abortion, so the archbishop declined to attend our
commencement and made a public announcement of his reason. I
don't think it should be any surprise to you that your views on
academic freedom have gotten around. So I'd go expecting to hear
some tough talk from the powers-that-be."
"Supporting academic freedom is a whole different subject from the
abortion issue. Anyway, thanks for the heads-up, Father," Catherine
said. "I may accept their 'invitation,' and I may not. I'll
communicate directly with Father Raddley on the matter, as he should
have done with me."
"All right, Catherine," Father Reilly said. "If you do go, stay
in touch, and let me know what they say, if you wouldn't mind."
"I'll call you," Catherine promised, hanging up the phone.
She did decide to go, as much out of curiosity as anything else, and
set a mutually agreeable date and time with Father Raddley. She
didn't question him on the telephone about the subject of their
meeting, knowing that she was going to go out of curiosity,
regardless. On the appointed day she drove downtown and parked at
the chancellery. At 10 a.m., precisely on time to the minute, the
priest came out of his office into the waiting room and greeted
her. The man was tall, thin, young and good looking, with a
receding hairline, wearing a plain, black cassock. They shook
"Mrs. MacKenzie, thank you for agreeing to meet with me."
"I'm happy to do so. But I'd prefer to be addressed as 'Doctor
MacKenzie' for the purposes of our meeting, if you don't mind, Father."
The man smiled suavely, and nodded his head. He was a cool number, indeed.
"Of course, Dr. MacKenzie. Why don't we meet in the conference
room?" he suggested, pointing toward a half open door. As they
went by the receptionist's desk, he took a file from it and
brought it with him.
They entered and seated themselves at one end on either side of a large
table. The priest folded his hands on the table top and looked
over at her.
"How is academic life these days at St. Francis?" he asked, again smiling.
"Stimulating and interesting," Catherine said. "And all of us on the faculty are working very hard to keep it that way."
"I know you are," Father Raddley said. He looked down at the file folder in front of him and opened it.
"Is that your dossier on me?" Catherine asked, expressionless.
"We prefer to call it your bio and record of achievement."
Before Catherine could respond, the door to the conference room
and the archbishop himself, dressed in a black cassock with a purple
band cincture and purple skullcap, came in. A large pectoral
cross dangled from a chain around his neck. Father Raddley and
Catherine stood up from the table.
"Your excellency," Father Raddley said. "I believe you've previously met Dr. MacKenzie from St. Francis University."
The older man, tall with silver hair, nodded amiably and offered his
hand, ring side up, as if inviting his guest to kiss the episcopal
ring. Catherine slipped her hand underneath his and merely shook
"Of course I know Dr. MacKenzie," Archbishop John Michaels said in a smooth
bass voice. "I've long admired your work on Algernon Charles
Swinburne," he told her.
"Good morning, your excellency," Catherine responded. "Thank you for your kind words."
The prelate gestured toward the chairs, and the three of them sat down.
"I suppose you may be wondering why we asked you down here for a visit," Michaels said to Catherine, getting right down to it.
"We asked you here to discuss your views on the relationship between
academic life and the life of the church," the archbishop said.
"Some of your statements on that relationship at St. Francis have
raised questions among the less mature and more impressionable members
of the household of faith."
"Have they really? I'm honored that any statements made by an
obscure professor of literature such as myself would have come to your
attention. On the matter of maturity and impressionability, I
would hope that all of us maintain the ability to be impressed by the
sheer magnificence and complexity of the life God has given us, and the humility to know
that we are all striving to mature as children of God."
"Of course," Michaels said. "But the fact of the matter is that
some members of the church are better equipped to understand the
important issues of life and faith than others. Our young people,
young Catholics who are on the doorstep of exploring the meaning of
life and faith, are so easily led astray, don't you agree?"
"And they will never explore the meaning of life and faith fully and
completely unless they are confronted with the choices--the
questions--that lie out there for them," Catherine said.
"But don't you think that the church has the obligation to offer divine
guidance as these questions are broached and grappled with? There
is such a plethora of ideas out there that our young people, in
particular, may become confused about the timeless values we stand for."
"The process of enlightenment is certainly divine in origin," Catherine
said, "but learning and growing in faith and knowledge is frequently
coupled with confusion and uncertainty. You can't force feed
true faith and knowledge."
"Do you believe in papal infallibility, Dr. MacKenzie?"
"As a lifelong Catholic, I accept it when dogma is properly taught and
understood in terms of the process which produces infallible
pronouncements. But it's always been amazing to me that God would have left
His church bereft of infallible guidance for 1869 years, until the
Vatican I council in 1870 declared the pope infallible. Until
then, Catholics were pretty much left to personal prayer and looking to
their own priests and bishops for guidance on matters of faith, poor things."
"We don't pick the moments when God sees fit to enlighten us. At
any rate, the pronouncement of infallibility was a natural evolution in
doctrine and discipline," the archbishop said smoothly.
"It was certainly an evolution from the days when St. Paul said in his
letter to the Galations that he withstood St. Peter to his face over
the issue of whether Christians had to follow Jewish law before they
could be Christians. Paul won. That confrontation would never
happen today, would it?"
"No, we've pretty much put squabbles of that nature to rest, praise God," the archbishop said, avoiding the issue.
"The church can't arrive at good decisions on doctrine, and perhaps
even on discipline, without full and complete discussion. And
full discussion can't be achieved in that closed little enclave that
constitutes Vatican City. Bishops around the world like
yourself need to
be participating fully in discussions before pronouncements are made
which bind Catholics. But the decision-making process is so
centralized now that you bishops appear to have only modest input, if
that. The American Conference of Catholic Bishops is afraid to
raise anything controversial with the Vatican. You're like
beaten, silenced puppies on most matter of doctrine as promulgated by
Rome. What a sad outcome for a once proud and
intellectually vigorous church in this country.
"Of course, when it comes to social issues," Catherine continued,
"you're very selective about which ones you do speak out on. Gays
are always an easy target, and you've gone out of your way to make life
as miserable as possible for them when it comes to their human rights.
And I've never heard the Catholic bishops as a whole, or you in
particular, issue any pastoral letters condemning the war in Iraq,
which fails every
test for a "just war" as defined by the
church. Pope John Paul II said as much. But those in power
continue this war based on lies, fueled by a personal vendetta and our tax dollars, by sending
young men and women from our poor and lower middle class families to kill
and be killed over there, telling them and their families it's
patriotic. Meanwhile, you focus almost exclusively on safer
the absolute humanity of stem cells and embryos so as to discourage
research. For purposes of this discussion, I won't even bring up
issue of fair treatment for women both in the church and out of it,
because it would be an exercise in futility. I hear a lot of
pious moaning on the deplorable condition of health care in this
country, but have you bishops as a whole taken any practical steps to
get the titans of industry to sit down face to face with elected
officials to press for a national health care system? None
whatsoever. You baffle me."
"There's no need to be insulting, Dr. MacKenzie," the archbishop said, raising his voice.
"Unfortunately, facts often don't speak for themselves," Catherine said.
"They need someone to do it for them. Despite the church's efforts to shut down discussions on controversial matters, not
only in our own church but in our country at large, the Spirit of God still
moves among us, encouraging us to do better. And God's Spirit
also tells us that human beings made in God's image who do not believe
as we do, still have rights, most certainly including the right to
"Do you have any startling insights on the issue of abortion to share with us?" Michaels asked.
"Not really. I hate abortion. It's a tragedy for all concerned. I don't think anyone likes
it. Errors in thinking may not have any rights, as the Vatican
insists, but people in error most certainly do
rights. You recently insulted Senator Clausen and St. Francis
University by refusing to attend our commencement at which she received
an honorary doctorate. That was because she refuses to
vote to criminalize abortion. That was your right not to attend,
ungracious though it
was. But it isn't our right as Christians to shove our beliefs on
matters of faith down the throats of those who don't believe as we do,
and then get the government to do our dirty work for us. You know
well that abortions were carried out by Christians for almost two
millenniums, particularly by the nobility, with little comment by the church at all before it was
"That doesn't mean it was right, any more than torture and cruel and unusual punishment back in those days was right."
"Don't get me started on torture," Catherine said. "What do you
think is going on in our military prisons in Iraq and Afghanistan and
"You know we don't condone that."
"You don't publicly condemn it, either."
"Your views are a perfect example of what happens when academia runs
wild, without proper guidance or respect for authority," the archbishop
"Tell it to Galileo, your excellency. The subject matter may
change, but the scenario of repression remains the same. What we
need to see from you bishops in your pronouncements to our Christian
brothers and sisters in the pews and to the public at large is a lot
persuasion and a lot less coercion. That's particularly
appropriate in a pluralistic society such as ours. But you do
have to speak to all the important issues, not just the ones that you
feel comfortable with."
"I can see that we're not going to get anywhere in our discussion, Dr.
MacKenzie," Michaels said. "I have no authority over your
credentials to teach, so I can't remove you from your position as I
would like to do. But I intend to inform Father Reilly at St.
Francis of our discussion, and how unsatisfactory it was."
"I guess George Bernard Shaw was right when he said that a Catholic university is a contradiction in terms," Catherine chuckled.
believe you need to examine your conscience as to whether you are a
good and obedient Catholic or not. If the answer is 'no,' you
need to refrain from receiving Holy Communion."
"You're excommunicating me?" Catherine asked.
"No, I am not. I'm leaving that decision up to you."
"Fair enough," Catherine said, "as long as you realize that your
and my view of what constitutes Christian teaching in the Western
Catholic Church may not be the same. Vincent of Lerins said that
"Catholic" constitutes that which is believed by all Christians at all
times and in all places. I think you gentlemen of the cloth are
currently getting yourselves out on a limb in several areas of
I'll think about what Vincent said when I examine my Catholic conscience, as you
suggested I should, remembering as I do so that the informed, individual
Christian conscience is the supreme arbiter for decision-making, not
Catherine stood up first, effectively ending the meeting, followed by the two clergymen. They all shook hands.
"Thank you for your time today, your
excellency. And yours, Father Raddley."
"God bless you, Dr. MacKenzie," the archbishop said.
"And you also, your excellency."
They walked out of the conference room together as Catherine gave the young priest, file in hand, a last shot.
"I hope I've given you some good material for your dossier, Father," she said, smiling, and walked out.
The archbishop went back to his office shaking his head, and Father
Raddley went into
his own office. Catherine would have been surprised to know that
priest was reflecting with admiration on her knowledge of the
church, her courage, and her intelligence. Rather than being
cowed and intimidated, Catherine MacKenzie had turned the tables on
* * *
A knock sounded at the door of the cabin, interrupting Kevin as he
read an erotic gay story to Cam from the computer screen. Kevin closed his
programs and signed out as Cam got up from the couch and went to the
There stood Carl Emrick, as expected, a little damp from the rain and with a sad, stressed look on his face.
"Hey, dog, common in," Cam said, dapping Carl as the boy walked
inside. The white Escalade was parked beside the Camaro in the
"Thanks, man," Carl said. " 'Sup, Kevin?" he added, going over to him on the couch and tapping fists.
"Not much, dude. It looks a little wet out there."
"You ain't shittin'," Carl confirmed. "I could hardly see to drive down here."
"Have a seat," Cam said, gesturing at a rocking chair near the
fire. "Take off your jacket. Can I get you something to
eat or drink? Coffee, tea, Coke?"
"I already ate, thanks. But a Coke sounds good," Carl said.
"Comin' up," Cam said, heading for the kitchen.
Shedding his jacket and hanging it on the rocker, Carl sat down gingerly, his T-shirt showing off his great physique.
"You said yesterday you were a wrestler, right?" Kevin asked him. "You're built like one."
"Yeah. I've wrestled all four years of high school, and got a
wrestling scholarship that'll pay part of my expenses at UCLA."
"Cool," Cam said, rejoining them and walking over to the boy and handing him a Coke.
Cam went over and sat down beside Kevin on the couch, and the two of them looked at their visitor expectantly.
"I apologize for bothering you guys on your little vacation," Carl said hesitantly. "I know we don't
know each other at all, really, but I just got good vibes from you guys yesterday. I need to talk to somebody, and I
can't talk to any of my friends in Seaside about this. It's just
too embarrassing, and I don't know what to do."
Cam and Kevin were silent. Carl stood up and turned around,
pulling the bottom of his T-shirt out of his Levi's and up to his
exposing his back. His broad back was completely criss-crossed
welts from top to bottom, and it appeared as if they extended down into
his lower body, where the marks were hidden by his pants.
Cam and Kevin gasped.
"Holy shit!" Kevin said. "What the fuck happened to you?"
Carl pulled his shirt down and returned to the rocker, sitting down carefully and taking a swig of Coke.
"My dad," he said.
Cam looked at their visitor glumly. "What's going on?"
"Since I was a freshman, when my mother died, my father has been
threatening me with a whipping each time I lose a wrestling
don't lose very often, but he said it was to 'motivate' me. Of
course, he knew that the other guys in the locker room would see the marks if he whipped me during the season, so he saved his beatings up for the end of the season. Last night he played catch-up."
"Fuck, Carl," Cam said, shaking his head. "This isn't right. You must be hurting like hell!"
"Yeah," Carl said. "But that's not the worst of it. My dad
has been sexually molesting me ever since my mom passed away four years
ago. I've had to put up with it for one reason, and one reason,
only. I have a younger brother, two years younger, and if I
hadn't cooperated, I just knew that he'd just move on to him. I
couldn't let that happen. Now I have to do something about it,
because I'm going to be going away to school next year, and my brother
Dan will be the next victim, I know it. I can't let it happen,
but I don't know what to do about it. I'm tough, but Dan's not a
jock like me. He won't be able to take it..."
The boy put his face in his hands and began weeping silently, embarrassed, struggling not to make a sound.
Cam stood up from the couch to break the tension. "Let me see if I can find you
something for pain," he said, heading for the medicine cabinet in
Kevin didn't know what to say, and just stared at
the boy in silence at first. "I'm sorry, Carl," he finally
said. "We'll help you any way we can."
The boy just nodded, his hands still covering his face.
Cam came back with some pills in his hand.
"I don't know what'll work best," he said. "So I brought one of
each--an Excedrin, a Motrin, and a Tylenol. You want some water?"
Carl looked up, his face damp. "Naw, I'll just take them with
Coke. Maybe that'll give me a buzz. I hope. You think
I'll have any feeling left in my extremities when these babies take
wanly, threw the pills into his mouth, and took a slug of Coke,
swallowing everything down.
"If the pills don't give you some relief, there's a jar of cream for
insect bites and skin abrasions and irritations in the medicine cabinet," Cam
said. "We might try that."
"Thanks," Carl said.
Cam sat down on the couch again. "Carl, what does your dad do for a living?"
"He owns the Cadillac dealership in Monterey. We live in Seaside
because he says he likes it better in the country. He was a
Marine in Viet Nam, and thinks he's tough. And he
is, I guess. But he's a sick man. A real dick. I hate him for
what he's done to me. And what he could do to my brother if he isn't stopped."
"Have you thought about going to the police?" Kevin asked.
"My dad is an important man in Monterey County," Carl said. "He
contributes to all the right political campaigns, and the mayor of Seaside
and the cops think his shit don't stink. I just don't think it
would do any good. He'd find a way to make me the bad guy, and
I'd end up in a psychiatric hospital. Don't think I'm
exaggerating. That won't work."
"What about DCFS?" Cam asked. "Those people work for the
state. Surely they couldn't be influenced by your dad to cover up
what he's done."
"I wouldn't bet on it," Carl said. "One call to a state senator or
legislator who's benefited from his deep pockets, and you might be
surprised what DCFS would say in their report. Nobody is going to take my word over his."
The three of them sat there in total silence, staring at each other for a long moment.
"No, damn it," Cam said. "There's a way. Let's not get discouraged. There's a way!"
"I'm sorry," Carl said. "I know this isn't your problem."
"Well, it is now," Kevin said, his jaw set.
Cam looked at him, and grinned at Carl.
"You see that jaw?" he asked Carl. "When you see Kevin's jaw set
like that, just believe what he tells you, dude! Doubt me not!"
"You talk like Yoda," Kevin cracked.
Carl smiled. "OK, then. Who can we talk to who will believe us about this?" Cam heard the "us" and liked that.
"I have a thought," Cam said to Kevin.
"What?" Kevin said.
"What about getting in touch with Ian Carson in the city, and ask him for his help."
"Who's Ian Carson?" Carl asked.
"He's a famous lawyer in San Francisco," Cam said. "We met his
wife yesterday when we found their dog, and she drove down here to pick
her up. She said the family was very grateful for what we did."
"Mr. Carson's a defense attorney, though, Cam," Kevin said.
"I don't think that matters," Cam said. "What we need is somebody
who's a public figure and probably has more clout than Carl's dad has,
just so we get Carl's story heard. If Mr. Carson gets involved,
nobody will be able to sweep anything under the rug."
"I think you're on to something, you smart little shit!" Kevin said
exuberantly, and without thinking, he leaned over and kissed Cam on the
"Oh, fuck!" Kevin said, looking at the floor in consternation.
"It's all right," Carl said. "I already knew. Or at least, I was pretty sure."
Cam looked puzzled. "How?" he asked. "Are we that obvious?"
"No, not really. You just have to know what to look
for. Or a sense of what people are feeling for one another,
maybe. You can't hide love, guys. I knew when we were
sitting around on that blanket at the beach yesterday that I was seeing
more than the usual bond between two jocks."
"Uh, are you...?" Kevin stared at their guest.
"Gay? I don't know. My dad has me so fucked up by now that I don't know what I am."
"I can understand that," Kevin said, shaking his head in dismay.
Cam checked his watch. Three o'clock.
"Let's wait until about five o'clock, and I'll give Mrs. Carson a
call," Cam said. "That way, if they've been out for the
afternoon, they should be home. And if they're going out for the
evening, they won't have left yet. I have her cell phone number."
"You're a fucking genius, Cameron, I can't say it often enough," Kevin said, grinning.
"I know," Cam said, hanging his head in false modesty.
"You guys crack me up!" Carl said with a laugh.
Cam looked at Carl. "Depending on what Mr. Carson says, we may
have to leave for San Francisco tonight, or maybe after church
tomorrow. Does your dad go to church?"
"Not since my mother died."
"OK. Anyway, you and your brother will each need to pack a bag,
and you'll have to leave your car at your house before we take off,
whenever that is, so your dad can't say you stole it. It is his,
"Yes. He gave it to me to drive, but it's his." Carl appear to be far more relaxed than when he had come
in the door. "I'll gladly give up the car if it means that Danny
and I will be safe--at last. It's just a car."
"Good." Cam said. "Now, how's the back feel?"
"A little better, maybe. But it still hurts like hell, to tell you the truth."
"Well, if you'll let a gay guy touch you, I'll put some cream on you," Cam offered. "It might help."
"'Dude, I didn't plan to,
but basically I've entrusted my life and my brother's life to both of
you. So yeah, I trust you."
"OK, let's go into the bedroom so you can lie down," Cam said, standing up.
"Lead the way."
Kevin struggled up from the couch, in no way averse to seeing more of
Carl's body. He followed the two boys into the bedroom.
Cam detoured into the bathroom for the cream, and followed Carl into
the bedroom. The bed was unmade, and Cam quickly drew the top
sheet and blanket up and over the pillows. He hoped that Carl
wouldn't detect the smell of cum on the bedclothes, if there was any
Cam looked a little embarrassed about his next question. "Uh, did your dad whip your ass and legs as well as your back?"
"Yeah, I'll strip." Carl removed his T-shirt with Cam's help, and
then sat down on the side of the bed to remove his sneakers and socks. Then
he dropped his 501's and his boxers, kicked them off, and lay face down
on the bed. He looked to be very well endowed, Cam and Kevin
couldn't help noticing in passing, and hairless except for blond patches in his groin and his pits.
The boy's body was strikingly beautiful from the back--broad shouldered
and a masterpiece in its conformation, a perfect V-shape from shoulders
to waist, with nicely flaring, meaty buttocks giving way to sturdy,
muscular legs, calves and big feet. But the skin of his entire backside,
from his neck to his ankles, was angry and swollen where he had been
slashed viciously and repeatedly with a cane or a whip.
"Have mercy," Cam murmured when he saw the full extent of the
damage. Shocked at what he was seeing, Kevin just shook his head.
"I'm gonna try my very best not to hurt you," Cam said, getting a gob
of cream on his fingers. Sitting on the side of the bed and
starting at the boy's neck, he began rubbing the cream on the welts as gently as
he could. Fortunately, none of the welts was bleeding.
"Tell me anytime you want me to stop," Cam said quietly.
"No, go for it," Carl said, burying his face in a pillow, so Cam
proceeded with his ministration of mercy. There wasn't so much as
a sigh out of his patient as Cam worked his way down the boy's body and
finished his task.
"I'm gonna cover you up with a sheet, Carl. Why don't you stay
right here and rest. I'll get you up before we call the Carsons."
"I can't thank you enough, man," Carl said gratefully. "Both of you."
Cam went out to the linen closet and brought back a sheet, unfolding it
with Kevin's help, and gently draped it over the boy on the bed.
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