Date: Sat, 20 Mar 2004 21:12:35 +0000
From: jon thomas <jon1717@hotmail.com>
Subject: Timmy's Harmony Lesson/Chapter 2

Timmy's Harmony Lesson

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TIMMY'S HARMONY LESSON - CHAPTER 2

>From last time - - -

Tim backed away and looked in my eyes. His hand slowly moved down my chest
to my crotch, and he gently began to massage my throbbing manhood and he
said,

"Let me show you that I'm not just a kid," and he again was kissing me with
his tongue deep in my throat, his hand on my pounding cock, and his own
boy/manhood pressing into me.

I began to relax into Timmy (that's how I thought of this wonderful young,
sexy boy) and was about to bring my hand up to his leg when there was a
knock on the door.

Timmy jumped off my lap in a flash and turned toward my bookshelf, obviously
adjusting the front of his pants.

"Who is it?" I croaked as I tried to straighten my clothes, quickly turning
to my lap was as far under my desk as possible. Immediately there was a head
popping through a widening crack in my door as Taylor Brown, another student
looked in. Taylor was another young student, probably around 19 and
beginning his second year at Valley. He started to say, "Hi profes--," when
he noticed Timmy's back.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Harvey. I didn't know you had someone in here."

"That's okay, Taylor," I responded, quickly gathering my wits. Years of
closeted living have given me the ability to rebound quickly and cover my
feelings. Today, however, was about as tough a time as I had ever
experienced. "Come in."

"Timothy Michaels," I said to Timmy, "This is Taylor Brown. He's music major
here at Valley and he's starting his second year." He is enrolled in my
second year Theory and some other classes, and I'm hoping he will be my
tutor for the year, so you may want to get to know him."

As Timmy turned around I saw the look on Taylor's face. Was I misreading
this, or was Taylor reacting to my Timmy? That scared me too. . . mostly
because I was thinking of him as MY Timmy. "This is not good," I worried
silently.

Taylor just stared at Timmy. As I said before, Timmy is not an Adonis. But
there is this wonderful, sexual aura that surrounds him in a man/boy way. He
has the softness in many ways of a young boy - - or even girl - - but there
is this strong essence of male sex that just radiates from him. He is very
good looking, but the look is something I had never been attracted to - -
until now - - and I wasn't sure how I felt about Taylor ogling him. And yet,
at my age, what right do I have to object to anything.

And what about Taylor? I worked with him all last year. He was rather
distant until about half way through the second semester. Then he started to
stay after class a little more, sometimes just to chat about "stuff." I
wondered a little, but didn't give it too much thought then. Now, I think
I'm seeing more of what struck me in June.

Taylor was just standing there with his jaw a little ajar. "Taylor," I said,
"This is Timmy, I MEAN Tim," I stammered. How could I possibly let that
slip? Both boys looked at me. Taylor had a puzzled look, but Timmy had a
little smirk as if he knew what was in my mind. He saved me by jumping in
and saying, "Hi, Taylor. My name is Tim, but some of my closer friend calls
me Timmy to keep from getting confused with my Dad. I'm a 'junior,' and that
gets people confused. Jon, I MEAN Mr. Harvey knows me better than a lot of
students so he sometimes calls me Timmy too. You can call me anything you
want." He smiled that heart-melting smile and looked right into Taylor's
eyes intently. Taylor looked right back and my heart began to pound and I
wanted to cry. "Oh Timmy," my inner voice prayed, "Please don't fall for
Taylor. I want you for me.!"

"Taylor," I said, "because Tim and I know each other, I will probably be
giving him some extra help along the way, but he is always free to see you
in the tutor center as well. He is a high school student so you will need to
check with Mrs. Retz in the center office to make sure that all of the
paperwork and permissions are in order, but I'm sure they are."

"That's cool, Mr. Harvey. I'll be glad to help him. And that's what I
stopped by to say. I just saw Mrs. Retz and everything's nailed down. I set
to start tomorrow. I gave the center my schedule and they will start putting
people down for tutoring." He looked so business-like when he told me this.
But then he turned to Timmy and I saw a change in his body language.

"Timmy," he grinned," I hope you'll set up time to see me. I think I'll be
able to do a LOT for you," he emphasized the word, "with everything you'll
need getting used to college. There's a lot to deal with, so I'll be glad
to, uh, help you our, if you know what I mean," and he actually blushed a
little.

Timmy looked right back at him, but moved just the slightest bit back to my
desk and said, "Thanks, Taylor. I'm not sure I'll need help with the Theory,
but there could be other things. On the other hand, Mr. Harvey is here too
so I'll see what happens. But it's great to know there's another guy here
who can help me out when I need it. I'm in high school, like Mr. Harvey
said, so I can't be on campus much during the day, but I may come back in
the afternoons. Maybe you can show me around some day.

"Taylor's eyes lit up and he said, " You bet! I'll look forward to it. Well,
I gotta go. See you later Mr. Harvey. Stop by any time, Tim." And he was
gone. I saw him lower his books over his crotch as he left. Hmm. This was
definitely going to be interesting.

Tim walked over to the door as it shut, and he pushed the lock button. He
started to turn off the light when I said,

"Wait a minute Timmy, I mean Tim. I think we need to think this through."

Timmy looked into my eyes, but didn't touch the light. "Mr. Harvey," he
said, "I need to feel your arms around me, but I know what you mean. My
heart about exploded when Taylor knocked on that door. When do you go home
today?"

I didn't know what to say. My mind was overflowing with emotions and
thoughts. I wanted to take Timmy right there. I wanted to clear my desk and
take him in my arms and make mad and passionate love. But how could I do
that and risk losing my entire career. I was in a state of utter lust and
utter love and utter confusion.

"Oh, and by the way," he smiled, "I LOVE you calling me Timmy, but I don't
want anyone else calling me that. It's my love name, and except for my Mom,
only one other person was ever allowed to call me that."

"Jack?" I asked.

"Yeah," he replied. "How'd you guess?"

"Just lucky," was all I could say. "I will be leaving at noon today, but why
do you ask?" I said, knowing full well what he wanted.

Timmy gave his shy, half-smile and came over to me and snuggled right up to
the front of me and said in a little voice that I almost couldn't hear,"
Well, I thought maybe you could give me a ride home, that is, if it isn't
too much trouble. I live right near you."

Wait a minute. How does he know where I live? Oh yeah, Jack. I almost
forgot. But I had to ask anyway, "Now Tim - - Timmy, how do you know where I
live?"

" Well," he smirked, "I'll let you wonder about that, but I can tell you
that I had a GREAT time one day with a mutual friend of ours in the hammock
in your back yard. I was actually hoping to get to see it again. I had such
a good time that day I'd like to remember it in person at least one more
time."

This kid really knew how to get to me. "Sure," was all I could say. "I'll be
glad to take you home, I mean to take you to your house."

Timmy frowned a little, but said, "Great! I'll see you at noon then." And
with that he went out the door, leaving me standing behind my desk.

"What am I going to do?" I asked myself out loud. My entire being was on
fire with feelings for Timmy. At the same time, Taylor came back into my
head. Taylor was a boy I had thought about a lot, sometimes falling asleep
at night wishing it was him next to me instead of a pillow. But I had
figured he was straight. Of course, I could never approach a student anyway
-- not even an adult. It was too risky. What was I going to do with all
these beautiful and obviously gay guys surrounding me?

With that, the door had another knock. "Come," I said, chuckling to myself
thinking about the double entendre and my last visitor who knocked. I felt
myself blush when I saw it was Taylor again.

Taylor came right in and he had a smirk on his face. He was a real cutie
too. He had a baby face, but showed stubble on his chin and was obviously a
man with a young face, unlike Timmy.

"Hmmm," he said, "Not sure how to take that comment after what I saw a
little while ago." What do you mean, Mr. Brown?"

"Oh relax, Mr. Harvey," he said. You know exactly what I mean, and PLEASE
don't call me Mr. Brown. I'm Taylor, just like Tim is Timmy." And I mean
'just like.'"

Oh my God. What was happening? How could he possible suspect something?

"Relax. Please! Mr. Harvey," he said, almost pleading. "I'm going to take a
risk and tell you something because I think I can. If I'm wrong you may
never let me tutor for you again. I know that and I hope it won't come to
that. But I just have to tell you something."

"You see, I'm gay," he said. He watched me very closely to judge my
reaction. I just sat there, keeping my expression blank. That made him
nervous.

When I said nothing, he became obviously more shaken. "If that bothers you,
I can resign and change teachers."

"Not at all, Taylor." I don't see your being gay as a negative thing," I
said. "Why should I?" and I almost said "because I'm gay too." But I
controlled myself. I needed to see where this went. And besides, I'm not a
whore. I don't want to have a harem of young studs. Don't get me wrong. I'd
love to "do" these guys, but I want more than that too. And you don't get
beyond fucking when you're having every guy in sight.

I battled in my mind. Taylor's legal age. He's very cute, and seems like he
could be interested. I'd know in a minute. It would be fun to be with him.
But Timmy is who I'm attracted to. Yet he's under age, and a real career
buster. I didn't know what to do.

All of this flashed through my mind in the blink of an eye. Taylor
continued, "Well, that's a relief, but that's not my only concern," he said.
"Do you know about 'gaydar?' "

"Yeas, I'm familiar with the term, I think, " I said tentatively.

"You see," he went on, " I never believed in it. In fact it got me in
trouble with a guy in high school. I thought for sure he was gay, so one day
in the locker room when everyone else was gone I made a pass at him, He
looked at me shocked, then furious, and then in a rage he beat me to a pulp.
I was in the hospital for a week and off school for a month. So I never
trusted those feelings again."

"But today, when I met Tim," he paused then went on, "I felt something like
I never felt before." Without thinking I said, "I know."

He looked up fast and had a questioning look in his eye. "Huh?"

"I mean," I stammered," I saw your reaction. This was getting to be too
much. I'm a prof. I have control of my words. I know how to react in tight
situations when students challenge in class. Why am I so tongue tied and
suffering from "hoof in mouth" today?

"Oh," he said looking disappointed. "Well, I did have a reaction to Tim, and
I'm sure he had a reaction to me. The thing is, I was, well, now please
don't be mad or anything, but I was sure you., um, were, well, Oh I can't
say it."

"Say what? I said pushing with an edge in my voice. I did NOT want to h ear
this, and yet I needed to hear it. "What else did you think? I promise not
to be  mad at you or anything like that. Just say it and get it of your
chest!"

Taylor sat there a minute looking into his lap. Finally he said in a tine
voice, "I thought you were reacting to Timmy, I mean Tim too." His voice was
so small I had to strain to hear him. Years in the percussion section had
dulled my hearing a little, so I wasn't positive of what he'd said - - yet I
knew.

"Taylor," I urged, "Please speak up. I can't understand you.

"Okay, he said forcefully, "It looked like you were having a reaction to
both him and me too." He said it loud and fast as if the words hurt his
mouth to get them out.

Then he looked back down and began to cry silently, tears dripping off his
chin and his slim body shaking.

I got up and came around the desk and sat in the chair next to Taylor and I
took his hands. He looked up sadly and I looked him straight in the eyes.
"Straight." Now there's an irony if I ever heard one!

"Taylor," I said softly, "I'm going to say something, but you have to
promise it will never leave this room. Can I have your promise?"

He nodded his agreement.

I took a deep breath. "Yes," I said "I had a reaction to both of you.
Taylor, you are an exceedingly attractive young man, and I can understand
how you and Tim might be attracted to each other. It is not my place to talk
about Tim or his orientation. But I will tell you in the strictest
confidence that I am gay, and yes, I find you both attractive. However,
because you both are my students, and because I know your interest in is
each other, not me, I would never take advantage of you just because I know
you are gay."

He looked up to me. "What do you mean my interest is in him?" he said. "He's
cute, but he's a kid. Its you I want!" and he lunged forward and threw his
arms around me, sobbing.

I was dumbfounded. How is this happening to me? How can two young guys want
this middle aged old fart that teaches music, is bald and graying, and is
old enough to be their Dad?

"Whoa," I exhaled. "What do you mean you want me? You mean you are attracted
to me? How is that possible?"

"You see," he stuttered. "That's the thing. You're so modest, and you are so
manly and yet you're not all macho and bragging and everything. And you're
so kind and caring. If it wasn't for you I would have bit the big one last
year. I mean it. I was ready to take pills or drive off a cliff or hang
myself. I was miserable and gay and lonely. But you talked to me so nicely,
and nurtured me, and didn't mind giving me all that time and you got nothing
for it. You spent hours with me in your office and you never got paid for
it. You just kept giving to me. I fell in love, but I thought you were
straight as an arrow. I mean there were little things, but I didn't trust
the ol' 'gaydar' thing."

"Mr. Harvey," he said looking straight into my eyes with the most sincere
and intent stare, "I love you with all my heart!" and he burst again into
tears.

I took him into my arms and held him. As he sobbed he kept talking, "But
then today I saw the way Tim looked at you, and I think he loves you too." I
bet you didn't even notice it, but he was just about drooling over you. I
was so jealous that I tried to get him to think I wanted him to see if he
would bite. But he really didn't. I mean, he said he might come by, but I
think it was a courtesy, and he didn't mean it. He said you would help him,
and you said you would help him, and, well, I just died a little inside."

"The reason I came back was to tell you how I feel and to let you know that
I can't stay in school. I can't see you every day and not have a chance with
you. I'm not even sure if I can go on at all . . . " and the tears became
almost hysterical.

I took Taylor in my arms and held him close. I was devastated. He was
hurting so much. His whole body was shaking, and his cries were so deep and
heartrending. What could I do. I felt a kind of love for this boy too, and a
need to help his hurting soul. Without thinking I placed a gently kiss on
his forehead. He looked up a little surprised, and then leaned in fast for a
deep passionate kiss. I felt his tongue against my lips and my natural
reaction was to open my mouth and give his entry. He took it immediately. He
wrapped both arms around me and sighed as he moved his body into mine. WHAT
WAS I DOING? I was comforting a hurt boy who needed a man. And yet, there
was another boy in the picture. An underage, magnetic boy who I wanted
desperately but should not have. And here was a boy who wanted me with all
his heart, and I wasn't sure. But I can't hurt him.

Taylor began to massage my back and then bring his hand to the front of my
shirt. As he backed up a little to gain enough room I used his movement to
back up a little too and to pull gently back. Not in a way to reject, but in
a way to breath and take a break.

"Taylor," I said, "Nothing would make me happier than to have you as a
friend and lover. But you are my student and I have to think about you and
your life. I also have to be aware of my career. Although, right now, I'd be
ready to throw that out the window.

He looked hurt and started to say something but I stopped him. "No, let me
finish." I am not rejecting your offer of love. I'm telling you this is such
a surprise that I need time to adjust, and time to think. If I did something
that eventually hurt you I could not live with myself. Right now you think
the only thing that would hurt you is a rejection. Well, I'm not rejecting
you. But I need time to sort out my feelings and to think about the right
thing for you now and later."

"But I NEED you," he pouted. He really was cute.

I know," I said. "But if you do love me, not just lust after me, then you
will be able to give me a little space to think."

"Now, I need you to listen and not react while I tell you something," I
said. "I'm going to be honest and treat you like the adult you are, so don't
respond like a teen to this. I already told Timmy I'd take him home today. I
promised nothing other than a ride, but I know he expects more. Frankly, he
is a sexy young man who is ready to hop in the sack, but he is a minor. I
don't want to hurt him either. I don't want to hurt anyone," and I began to
tear up a little. I gathered myself together and swallowed my emotions. "I
would like you to ride home with me too. This is probably crazy, but I need
to talk to you both at the same time. I'm risking having you both hate me,
or both love me, and I honestly think both are going to end up hurting me.
But I have to think about you two boys first. Can you handle coming home
with me and Timmy?"

Taylor thought a moment. "Yes," he said softly. "I can bare anything except
the thought of not loving you.

I handed him my clean handkerchief. As he was drying his eyes my phone rang,
I jumped out of my skin. GOD I hate that thing sometimes.

I reached across my desk and answered, "Hello."

"Mr. Harvey?" It was Timmy. He was crying. "I'm sorry I bothered you today.
I didn't know you have a boyfriend. I didn't mean to make your life
miserable. I won't bother you. In fact, I won't bother anybody any more. I'm
just a sorry excuse of a kid who ruins life for everyone. I'm going to take
a swim to make sure I don't hurt anyone again." click

"Oh my GOD!" What did he mean? What was going on? Taylor looked at me and
said, "That was Tim? Why did he call. He was just here a second ago. I saw
him out the little window by your door. He looked in and ran away. What's
wrong? You look sick?"

"Taylor," I rushed. "He must have seen us, thought we are lovers and thought
he was coming between us and now he's going to do something awful. I think
he's going to try to drown himself. Where could he go around here. We don't
have a pool at the college.

"I have an idea," Taylor said jumping up. "When I thought about killing
myself I thought about going to the new dam and jumping off. There's just a
little water in it 'cuz they just started filling it. If you jumped off and
didn't die from the fall, you'd get knocked out and drown in the 10 or 12
feet of water at the bottom. Let's go"

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Sorry it took so long to get chapter two written. It's a long story that
involves a long hospital stay, a catheter the size of a stove pipe, and a
surgeon with the personality of a douche bag. Anyway, if there are enough
people who want to see the story continue, please let me know. I was amazed
at the response to chapter one. This is my first attempt at writing, so
please be gentle, but let me know if you want more. You can write me at
jon1717@hotmail.com
jon