This is a story of friendship, commitment, love and trust. It is not a sex story. However, this story deals with love between male teenagers. If you are offended by stories involving love between two teenage boys, please do not read this story. There may be some sex scenes in this story; however, sex is not the main theme. If you are under age 18 or 21 or it is illegal to read this story where you live, don't read it. Reproducing this story for distribution without the owner's permission is a violation of that copyright.

Author's Comment: This is basically a complete rewrite of Blind Love to almost warrent calling it a different story - the theme is basically the same there's just a lot more to it. I would like to thank Drew for his help, correcting my errors, in use of the British language and for his advice on blindness. My thanks to Jase for editing.

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Sam (sam_lakes@hotmail.com)

Blind Love II

by Sam Lakes

"All right dude, what's going on," I heard over my headphones.

"I'm sorry Trent. Give me a sec; I just need to get into character."

It had been two days since I had talked with Teri and I just couldn't snap out of my depression. Jack had arrange with Trent for me to do my recordings from London, but needed to get the next script done today.

"Take a break. Come out here and let's talk," Trent ordered.

"No really, I be all right Trent, I-I just..."

"Get out here NOW!" Trent ordered, "My office!"

I walked into his office and stood silently for a few moments.

"You look like shit Hawk and you're having too many fuck-ups. So what the fuck is going on?" Trent said in a kind voice.

"Just having a hard time getting into it, sir. I'm sorry," I said unable to look him in the eye.

"In the two years I've worked with you I have never seen you in this state. Hawk, you've always been a cool kid, funny, sometimes friendly but always professional. You take your work seriously. You've never acted like you are better than anyone else. Never rude or obnoxious like the stories I heard about you. Hawk, you are one of the few teens I enjoy working with. Today there is something obviously wrong. Why?"

I shrugged my shoulders still not looking at Trent.


"No sir."

"Boyfriends?" asked Trent.

I shook his head no but could feel myself blush.

Trent said nothing. He just sat there silently looking at me with a slight smile on his face. He had seen my face turn red.

"You blushed there, bud," Trent said with a smile.

"So, you embarrassed me," I said as my eyes slowly met his eyes, "Okay, I think I'm gay. I just don't know."

I paused.

"Hawk of all the people I work with, you are one of the best. I enjoy working with you more than anyone else. I even talk about you to my wife. I know we have never been on a personal level. You've always kept us on a business level. I know something is troubling you and it's probably very personal. I'm willing to listen and help in any way that I can if you'll let me."

I looked at Trent for a moment. What he was saying was getting to me I could feel myself loosing control.

"Hawk, talk to me," Trent coaxed softly.

Quietly I spoke, "I jumped at the London job because I thought I'd get to see Greg. I thought I loved him. He's not gay and anyway he moved from London to New Zealand. He never told me. So, now I'm down to one."


"Yeah, one friend and she's my cousin who lives in Australia," I said as I looked back up from the floor to Trent and let out a pathetic sounding laugh, "Australia! The only friend I have lives one the other side of the world. God! I am so fucked up!"

"What about ..."

"School!" I interrupted angrily,"I am privately tutored. Private lessons. Everything is private!" My body began to shake and the tears poured from my eyes, "She never let's me have friends! I hate her! I hate my mom! I hate her! I hate, hate, hate her!"

Trent walked over and took me in his arms. I struggle to get away for a moment then gave up and succumbed to sobbing. Trent began stroking my hair and holding me tightly. Slowly I melted into his arms and wrapped my own arms around him as I cried. I felt so safe.

"I hate Greg. He said he was my friend," I said in a deeply depressed tone, "he let me dream a dream that will never come true."

Trent said nothing. He kissed the top of my head.

"I'm sorry for throwing such a fit," I said quietly. I like the feeling of being held and holding on to Trent.

"Do you hear me complaining?" Trent asked light-heartedly, "Tell you what I think I know just what you need. Now normally we'd have all this done in two hours, right?"

"Yeah, sorry," I muttered as I continued to hold on to Trent. Trent made no effort to loosen his hold.

"Stop, that sorry business, Hawk. You're Friend-O-Meter should measure two. And number two is right here." I smiled. "Okay here's the deal. I need this script done, but not yet. First, I'll give you a dose of what you need and later when you're all better we'll work."

I pulled back and looked up into Trent's face. "My mom..."

"I'll handle your mom. Here," he said as he broke apart from me, picked up the receiver and dialed mom's cell phone on his speakerphone.

"Laura, Trent here. Laura, we are having some technical difficulties here and so I'm taking Hawk out to eat because I promised my wife to have lunch with her. It will probably take until late this afternoon before things are right. Hawk's agreed to work later and I will see that he gets home. Jordon Edwards will kill us if I don't have these in his office by tomorrow a.m."

"Well, I could come and pick him up. I am sure your wife wouldn't want a child to interfere with her lunch," said Laura.

"Oh contraire! She was the one to invite him! Don't worry he's in good hands and we'll see you later. Okay?"

"Yeah, I really hate the idea of him being such a burden," she responded.

I felt really humiliated and embarrassed with the way my mom was talking to him

"No, problem. Later." Trent hung up. I guess my face showed my embarrassment. "Hey, don't worry. When I have a friend it doesn't matter what people say about them -- it never influences me or how I feel about them. You are my friend and I am your friend and that's just the way it is."

Trent gave me a thumbs-up and wink. I walked up to Trent who towered over me and hugged him, "Thank you."

An hour later I found myself with Trent, Jane, Trent's wife and a few of the other performers at one of Universal Studio's stage shows eating a boxed lunch. I was a little nervous and so was a little quiet at first.

"You really do all those voices?" asked Jill Thompson an extremely pretty girl.

I nodded.

"Well, come on do Scamper's voice," asked Peter Blake. Peter had a beautiful voice and the looks that you would expect to go with the voice.

"Why should I, huh? Huh? Whyyyyyeeee?" I squeak out in Scamper's voice.

"Because Peter asked you too, silly dog!" I added in Billy's voice.

"Don't call him a silly dog, call him stoooopid dog," I said in Purrball's voice.

"Wow! That's great," said Pete, "You are really good. Talented. And absolutely gorgeous."

I blushed embarrassedly muttered "Thanks."

"Oh, Pete you're embarrassing him," said Jane, "Just ignore him. He's just trying to hit on you," she giggled. Pete blushed.

I laughed at Pete, "Really? You were trying to hit on me?"

Pete shot an angrily to Jane, "No! But you are a babe." He laughed.

I could feel myself blush again and I heard me saying,"Well, you're not bad yourself." I couldn't believe it I was flirting with a guy who was ages older than me.

"I think Scamper is so cute," said Jill.

Little by little during lunch I could feel myself becoming more and more relax and more communicative and laughing and genuinely enjoying myself. It was the most fun I had ever since I had been with Teri in London.

"So, you're going to England to be in the movies, and you model, acted on stage, done a million commercials, and are the voice of all these characters. What's your favorite thing to do?" asked Jane.

"I want to sing like you guys and maybe be a part of a band and do concerts and live shows!"

"Really?" said Pete smiling and giving Jill and Jane a look like he had an idea.

"Yeah, I want to sing, and sing and sing all the day long and all night too!" I said in Scamper's voice.

"Awwww! You are so cute!" said Jill. I blushed.

"Well guys it's time to get ready for the one thirty show. Trent why don't you and Hawk come and watch the show?"

"I think that's just what's needed. What do you think Hawk?"

"Oh yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!" I said in Scamper's voice and the shook my butt and panted like a dog with my eyes crossed then I giggled in my own voice.

"Well, come on Scamps!" laughed Trent as he started leaving.

"Thanks guys for guy and everything. I can't wait to see the show." I went over and hugged Jill then Jane. I hesitated not knowing if I should hug Pete or not but then I just went for it. He was way older than me but I was strangely attracted to him.

"Thanks, Pete," I said softly.

Trent who was about twenty feet away called, "Here Scamps! Here boy!"

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!" I said in Scamper's voice and shaking my butt as I walked up to Trent.

Trent rolled his yes, "Have I created a monster?"

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!" I said in Scamper's voice then laughed.

As we were sitting and waiting for the show to start I sighed. I wondered if I actually told Trent the truth if he'd still like me. I gathered up my courage and asked, "Trent you're heterosexual, right?"

"Yes, I am," he said with a smile.

"We're friends. I mean really friends, right?"


"Would you still be my friend if I were gay?"

"Hawk, you are awesomely talented. You're extremely hot looking. I mean fucking awesome, dude. You are super smart and people love you when you are being yourself. Watching you with those guys I got to see the real Hawk instead of Mr. Professional. And even though I am 34 and you are 15 I fell in love with you as a friend. You are one word -- AWESOME. The fact that you are gay makes not a bit of difference. Pete is my best friend...and I swear he has fallen deeply in love with you." Trent laughed, "I'm sure if the rest of us hadn't been there he'd have been all over you!"

I blushed and it felt like my face was on fire and giggled. "I kinda liked him but he's way too old for me."

"Yes, he is," laughed Trent, "And you will break his heart!"

"But I don't want to do that."

"Oh, don't worry; tomorrow it will be someone else."

"How sad."

"Oh, he loves it and he'll get over it. I was his first heartbreak you know," Trent sighed.

"You were? Tell me about it."

"I met Pete when we were juniors in high school. We were like instant friends. We were and still are best buds, but he fell in love with me and to be honest in my own way I fell in love with him but I'm not sexually interested in him or any guy. I'm a one-woman man. I've always been there for him just not there sexually and over the years we've just grown to accept and love what we have."

I thought that was so beautiful that my eyes got very watery and I had to look away. Luckily the show began.

When Peter came on he nodded and winked at me and I promptly blushed. When he sang "What my Heart Wants to Say" I know he sang it to me. I know the other performers knew it. Trent nudged me in the ribs and laughed saying, "see I told you so." I blushed through the whole song, but it made me feel so special.

When the show was almost at it end Jane walked up stage and started talking to the audience about the cartoon characters that I was the voice of. Again I blushed.

"Have you ever wondered what the person behind voice of Scamper's looks like? Well, I did and well -- he's soooo cute! Oh! Look at him blush!"

I don't think I have blushed as much in my whole life as I have today.

"Ladies and Gentlemen meet the voices of Scamper, Purrball and Billy, Hawken Sugarstone! Stand up Hawk."

I stood up smiling and turned around the audience applauded.

"Well, Hawk come on up here," I heard Peter say. Trent pushed me towards the stage.

When I got up on stage Jane said "Come on now you have to say in Scamper's voice what you told Peter before the show."

"Huh? Huh? Huh? What?" I asked in Scamper's voice.

"Oh! Isn't he soooo cute!" squealed Jill. The audience laughed.

"About singing," urged Jane.

"Oh," I smiled, "Yeah, I want to sing, and sing and sing all the day long and all night too!"

"Now that wasn't the way I remember it," laughed Peter shaking his butt.

"No!" I giggled and turned away from the audience to hide my embarrassment. I could hear the audience laughing.

"Do you all want to see Scamper shake his butt?" asked Jane.

The audience responded with cheers and laughter.

"Okay! Okay! Okay! Okay! Okay! Okay! "I said in Scamper's voice and wiggled my butt then lifted my hands up like a begging dog and panting with my eyes crossed.

The audience roared with approval. I loved it. I loved the applause. I had been on stage before but it was nothing like today. Today was so different. It was like Trent had said I was Mr. Professional and Mr. Professional was my façade, my protective barrier to keep people out. Trent had put a crack in that barrier and now Jane, Jill and mostly Peter were breaking down that barrier. I knew Peter liked me even if there was an age difference.

I bowed politely to the audience and my fellow performers and was about to leave the stage when Pete grabbed my arm.

"You don't think we are going to let you go without a song, do you?" He asked the audience, "Shall we let go or have him sing, sing, sing!"

"Sing! Sing! Sing!" screamed the audience.

"Peter, I'm not prepared. I-"

"Just choose one of the songs we sang -- you'll do fine we'll back you up."

"But what if I sound terrible?"

He placed his hands firmly on my shoulders. "Trust me. You can do it. I'll be here if you need me," he said quietly looking me straight in the eye.

I sighed looked at the audience took a hand microphone and said "Son of Man, when I was little I used to sing it all the time with Phil Collins. I'm a great Disney fan and Tarzan was my hero," I giggled nervously. This was the first time I'd ever sung in front of anybody.

The music started and I started moving to the beat. It was a just a little different that Phil Collin's version it had a slightly longer lead in. A few seconds into the music I was into it - it's hard to explain I seem to becomes the music every note, every word, every beat. I felt like this was the real me. I was so at home singing and my body seems to move with the right precision with the rhythm. I was having fun. No. I was being fun if you can understand that.

I saw Peter standing, watching and clapping his hands. I guess he likes me and I was doing okay. I love to watch the audience and they were clapping in time to the beat of the song. I jumped off the stage and went out to the audience singing to them. It was so fantastic! I was like feeding off their energy and they were feeding off my energy. I never felt anything like it in my life as the song came towards the end I was back up on the stage.

My heart felt like it was going to explode from the feeling. I knew I was doing good. I knew they liked me. The audience really got into it with me.

At the end the audience went wild and was chanting encore as I bowed. I could feel tears streaming down my face. I was overcome by my emotions and the emotions I felt from the audience.

I was so embarrassed by my tears but luckily Peter came over to me and pulled me into a hug hiding me from them. It was what I needed to get myself under control.

"They love you Hawk, You are so incredible." I fought to keep from sobbing by taking really deep breaths.

"They like me, they like me. Peter they like me," I cried. The audience fell silent. "I love them, Peter. While I was singing I was thinking how much I loved them and that they really liked me." My soft voice was carried over his mike to the audience.

I stop talking. I swallowed hard as my face turned bright red. "They heard me, didn't they," I whispered to Peter and even the whisper carried over to the audience. I started laughing and soon everyone was laughing with me.

"Okay, one last song, Hawk," said Jill and the audience cheered.

I smiled he decided to sing "I've Got No Self Control" and again I jumped down off the stage and dance around and sang to them. People started reaching out to me so I'd touch their hands. God! I love it!

It wasn't a huge crowd but it was enough for me. When the song finished I was still in the audience.

After an accolade of applause from the audience I bowed and bowed to my friends on the stage and then rejoined Trent. Later Trent said it was obvious to the other performers and to the audience that they were looking at an awesome entertainer.

When the show was over I found myself surrounded by people wanting to thank me or just say hi or ask for my autograph. I spent an hour talking to people, signing autographs and would have spent hours more if Trent, Pete, Jane and Jill hadn't literally dragged me away with me laughing and talking like Scamper.

We all walked away from the crowd into a public restricted area. I was so high on life. Peter put his arm across my shoulders as we walked. I looked at him, he started to remove it and I said softly, "It's ok. I kinda like it."

Trent and Jane noticed and they smiled.

Jill said something to Trent and Jane then said, "Hey guys, we're going to get something to drink you want us to bring something back for you."

I asked for a bottle of water. I don't like carbonated drinks...they give me zits!

Peter and I talked about the show and stuff. I found him so easy to talk to and we just seemed to have so much in common except our age.

The others came back and Trent said we had to go and work so I said my goodbyes and promised to see them when I got back from London.

Trent and I got the recordings done and Trent dropped me off home. "I love you Trent. I can understand why Peter had a broken heart. You are so awesome, dude."

"Yeah, well when you sang "I've Got No Self Control" I think he really fell for you. I was watching the way he was looking at you. He was getting really emotional. And then the arm on the shoulder - don't be surprised if he flies over to the UK to visit you."

"He's really nice, but too old for me," I giggled as I got out of the car, "However, he is a hunk!"

Trent laughed. "Talk to you next week and let you know what studio to go to. Have a good time."

"Okay, thanks, Trent. I love you and I always will. You're simply the best. My Friend-O-Meter has gone from one to two to over fifty because of you. I love you. See ya, dude."

"I love you too, dude. Take care and have fun!"

Later that night guess who I got a call from? Yep, Peter. We talked for at least an hour. He told he thought I was the most awesome person. Yeah, he loved me -- infatuated. I loved talking with him. I asked him if he was gay and he went really quite.

I was worried so I said, "Well, you don't have to answer that but I'm gay and I hope you don't hate me because of that and I hope we can be friends."

"You are too totally cool, Hawk, have you been taking lessons in `cool' from Trent?"

"Yeah. He told me he was your first heartbreak," I giggled.

"You little ass," he laughed, "You knew all the time that I was gay." I giggled.



"You know I'm too young for you."

"Yeah," he said sadly.

"Oh, Peter, don't be sad. I couldn't stand to cause your heart to break. I mean you are 34 and I'm 15. That's a lot of difference."

"Yeah." He sounded so dishearten.

"Peter? I really like you a lot and I always want to be your friend. I'll make this promise though."


"Well, when you're fifty-three if I'm not with anyone -- I'll be really old too and we can be boyfriends and lovers."


"Yeah, I'll be thirty-four!" I giggled.

"Asshole!" he laughed.

I must have asked him a thousand questions about his life and being gay. I think he and I will be friends for a long time. That night I slept soundly and without any nightmares.

To be continued