Date: Thu, 9 Sep 1999 15:41:44 -0700 (PDT)
From: ed swanky <edswanky@yahoo.com>
Subject: Christopher-answers Ch 32 Final

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		               Christopher Answers


Chapter 32 - Final


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From the Previous Chapter:
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    He was so very, very tired.  He reached in the drawer of the small
table that held the lamp next to his TV set.  His fingers found the 45
caliber pistol that he had purchased for protection many years earlier.
He picked it up and jammed the clip into the handle.

   Outside his apartment door, John heard the sound of footsteps.

   "God forgive me", he said as he put the gun to his temple.

   BANG!
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   BANG!! BANG!!!  John jumped to the sound of three loud raps on his front
door.  He put the loaded pistol down on the table and slowly eased himself
out of his chair.

   "Open this door John!  It's Russell, your brother!"

   "What do you want!  Go away!!, I'm busy."

   "Not until you open this door!

   John reluctantly walked over, opened it and stood blocking the entrance
as he had done on the two previous occasions when his brother visited him.
This time however, Russell pushed his way inside.   The lamp was the only
source of light in the room and drew Russell's eyes toward it and the gun
that lay along side.

   "I don't want you here!  Please leave!"

   "Not until we've talked.  You are my brother, I love you.  Sarah Parker
called me from the school and told me what happened at the meeting.  She
was concerned about how you reacted after the vote was taken."

   "You are not alone John.  There are people who care what happens to you.
Martha is with me, she is sitting in the car and is deeply concerned for
you.   I see the gun sitting on the table.  Do you think that Michael and
Gary would want you to kill yourself?   They are here watching over you
John.  You can't do this to the people who love you."

   John covered his eyes and started to weep uncontrollably.  His older
brother took him in his strong arms and held him tight to his chest.

   "I feel that God has forsaken me just as I had forsaken my son,"  he
managed to say quietly between body wrenching sobs.

   Russell said nothing as he held on to him for dear life.  Tears cascaded
down his cheeks as memories of his brother Michael's funeral and this same
scene replayed itself.  John was distraught that time also and sought
comfort in the arms of his big brother.  Michael and Gary, both dead,
destined to remain teenagers forever.  Russell's fervent hope was that they
met each other in some ethereal place. Uncle and Nephew struck down at the
same tender age of seventeen.   Russell could almost feel the ghostly
apparitions, their arms encircling him and his brother John.  Perhaps it
was only the eerie dim light in the apartment and the high level of
emotion, but at that moment he sensed their presence.

   John sensed it too.  He felt wrapped in a cocoon, two brothers and his
son surrounding him in a warm embrace of forgiving love.  He wept for the
wasted years and the love he denied his wife and son.

   Martha appeared in the doorway and joined their embrace.  The pain of
the last ten years seemed to fade away.  She remembered only the caring
and love that John had given her and their young son before then.

   "It's time John.  Time for you to finally come home."

   Russell left him in Martha's arms, picked up the 45, ejected the clip
and cleared the chamber.  He watched them walk out arm-in-arm and start
up the steps.  The gun was put away in the drawer and the clip in his
pocket.  He turned off the lamp and stood there for a few minutes in the
cold, dark apartment.  He knew that it was over.  Martha and he had shared
the briefest of time together but their love would never be consummated.
It was the way it had to be.

   In the shadowy light of the church parking lot he saw two figures
helping Martha and John into the front seat of his car.  When they turned
toward him as he approached, his mind played a trick on him.  He thought he
saw himself with a familiar young girl from his past.

   "Hello Russell, I'd like you to meet our son."

   Justin extended his hand to shake but Russell embraced him instead,
pressing his lips to his cheek.  Christopher got out of their car and stood
a few feet from them.  He was witness to a rare moment:  Justin was crying.
Then he looked toward Justin's mom.  He had never seen her more radiant.
After several minutes, Russell let go with one arm and motioned Chris to
join them.  Little Christopher appeared to be swallowed up as he was drawn
into the middle of the big men.  When they separated, Justin stood with his
hands protectively on Christopher's shoulders and made plans to meet
tomorrow after school.  Russell volunteered to pick them up, then leaned
over to kiss Justin once more.  Christopher was momentarily sandwiched in
between until Russell pulled back, leaned down, and gave him a kiss on the
forehead.  He squeezed Sarah's hand and smiled at her before getting into
his car.

    As they drove away, Justin kept his grip firmly on Christopher's
shoulders, he didn't allow him to turn around and see the tears in his
eyes.  Justin's Mom stood next to them.

    Justin managed to resume his macho image as he turned Christopher
toward the car and playfully swatted him on the bottom.  "Time to go
home", he said.

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   Back at the highschool, Ed Jordan thanked Ray for his help in prepping
him for the meeting.  Ray and Dave promised to call him the next time they
were in town and take him up on his offer of dinner with his family.

   "Well big guy," Dave said to his brother Bob, "it's time that Ray and I
hit the road.  Promise me that you'll try to keep your temper in check.
We are used to those kind of remarks, so try not to let them bother you
too much.  I am proud that you stuck up for me though, it reminded me of
when we were young.  You never let anybody get away with pushing around
your little brother."

    Bob did something that surprised both of them.  In front of his
longshoremen friends, he not only kissed his brother goodbye but he kissed
Ray too.  Tom and young Dave were a bit more openly affectionate to both
uncles.   Uncle Dave invited them and their friends to visit after the
school year was over.  "We'll have a big party that will last for a
couple of days.  It will give you a chance to meet our friends and we can
take you on a grand tour of the city."

    The School Board meeting had finished more than a hour ago but most of
the students lingered there.   Other gay and lesbian singles and couples
chose this time to 'come out' to their friends including two complete
surprise couples from the football team.  The atmosphere of openness and
freedom from repression generated at the meeting was nothing short of a
miracle.  The few students who remained critical of gays were afraid to
speak up for fear of being rebuked by their friends.

    Craig was viewed as the conquering hero.  He was the organizer of the
athlete silent demonstration that effectively ended the meeting in favor
of Principal Jordan.  He even wrote the short speech that John Gulley gave.
Coach Walters had called a combined meeting of the football and baseball
teams after school and turned it over to Craig.  His combination of
common sense and wit convinced them that it was the right thing to do.

    He and Kathy held hands as parents, faculty and students came by to
congratulate him.  The look of love in her eyes was undeniable. She had
fallen for him in a big way.  Craig finally found the same love that his
friends had and would never be lonely again.

    Taylor and Tim refused a number of ride offers to take them home.  It
was a beautiful evening and they decided to walk.  The future was bright
for them.  The love that they shared need not be hidden.  Their parents
and friends all knew.   The school policy against gay bashing was upheld.
The next two years held the promise of the freedom of driving a car and
the freedom to love each other unabashedly.   The pain of Gary's death
was now behind Tim.  Taylor was to become his life partner, this he knew
from Gary's revelation to him in a dream.   A dream so real that he did
not doubt it.  They lazily walked under the moonlit sky, arms around
each other in the age-old embrace of two people in love.

    Christopher and Justin were finally alone.  Sarah had gone up to bed
and they were nestled comfortably together on the couch.  Christopher
suggested that they get naked.  "I want to feel your skin next to mine",
he said.

    They stripped off their clothes and moved to the lounge chair. Justin
sat passively with his feet on the carpet and opened his knees to allow
Christopher enough room to stand facing him.  He began by leaving a trail
of spittle from his belly button to the middle of his pecs using his flat
tongue to lave the hair trail that was growing there.  The aroma of Justin
was pure heaven to him.  A manly, athletic smell that entered his nose
and stiffened his penis.

     Christopher moved his mouth onto his right nipple and twirled the left
one with his index finger and thumb.  Justin groaned with the pleasure his
little lover was giving to him.   Chris' mouth stimulated his nubbin from
a rubbery softness to a taut pencil eraser hardness.  The salty taste
of mansweat make him thirst for more.  He switched to the left breast and
tasted the sweet, sweaty nectar.  A treasure cave awaited his exploration.
Moving his mouth along the left pectoral muscle, he licked the skin and
buried his nose in the hairy recess of Justin's armpit.  It opened up to
him when Justin raised his arm.   Chris closed his eyes, not wanting the
sense of sight to interfere with that of taste and smell. It was a
delicious heady mixture of glandular secretions and deodorant that clung
to the soft luxurious matting of hair.  The smell and taste made his mind
reel with desire.  This was his man, the man he loved, the man who loved
him.

    Justin put his left hand on the back of Christopher's thigh and ran
it lightly over the soft round mounds of flesh that hid the puckered
entrance to paradise.  He so loved this sweet, sweet boy who had stolen
his heart.   Justin's cock was at full hardness supporting the boy as if
he were perched on a tree limb.  He could feel Christopher's own penis,
hard and flat against his stomach.  The wetness of his precum, cold and
sticky, bound them together.  They were both tired and Christopher chose
to stay in that position to rest and regain his strength.  Justin's arm
ached from holding it upright and lowered it as Chris moved his head
back to the center of his chest.  His lowered hand joined the other and
massaged buttocks and lower back in unison.  His hands stroked up and
down the boys spine causing Christopher to coo with primal contentment.
He was safe and warm and loved.

    Justin coaxed Christopher to stand, he had something that he wanted
to give him.  He reached into the drawer on the end table and took out
an item that he purchased last week.  When Christopher saw what it was
his heart raced and a smile lit up his face.

    He slipped a ring on Christopher's finger and asked:

    "Will you marry me?"

    Christopher answered, "Yes."

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The End


Note: I am considering writing a sequel or related stories at some point
      in the future if there is sufficient interest among the readers.
      My thanks to everyone who contributed their ideas and encouragement
      along the way.  I am in your debt.    Sincerely, ed

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