Date: Sun, 16 Jul 2000 14:14:42 EDT From: Justin69SK@aol.com Subject: Guys' Secret Chapt 6 Guys's Secret Chapter 6 Written By: Justin Case 07/13/00 ------------ Disclaimer: This story is written about gay love. It is graphic in nature, especially with sexual content. The story, while based on truth, is fiction. It is an idea conceived between the writer and his editor. Any resemblance to real people, places, or activities is pure coincidence. This story is property of the writer. It is placed here for your education and enjoyment. However, if this material is illegal in your community because of its content and your age, you should consider leaving now. ------------ Words from the author: Usually I stand on my soapbox at this point. Not for this story. I will let the story speak for itself. ------------ The two sat in the hub of the Johnson's home, at the oval table; Father Beck remained at the head and the setting sun danced through his hair. Guy took a place at The Reverend's right side. Father Beck turned his upper torso and head toward Guy. Guy looked up into the minister's eyes. Father Beck reached his right hand to his glasses and removed them. "Guy, you know it's been a long time since we've talked. I want you to know you are always loved. Guy, you are loved by many; you must always remember that. I know that things may not seem the way we would like them, but they are what they are," the portly man said, quietly and firmly to the young man. Guy looked at The Reverend; he struggled to get his words just so. "Well, you see, Father Beck, I've known for quite some time my dad was not right; we talked about it. My mother, well, quite frankly, I don't know what to say. My biggest concern is with my brothers and sisters; my dad said he wanted us all together. He never said how, but he made it clear that was what was to be." Father Beck pushed back in his seat. He said, "Guy, did your father leave a will? If he did, it could answer a lot of questions." "Yes, yes sir, we found it this afternoon," Guy replied matter of factly. "Where is it now, did you bring it with you?" The Reverend asked in the same low tones he had kept the conversation in. "No, it's on our refrigerator, Matty and I left it there. I can go get it if you want," Guy said rather proudly, always wanting to be of help to adults. "I don't need you to go now, child, but in the morning, I want you to bring it by the Rectory. I don't want you to tell anyone about the will. Do you understand me?" the man of the cloth said to his young listener. "I think so, I mean, I hope so," Guy said, with some uncertainty in his voice. "Good, I think you'll do fine, son. I really do," the bespectacled man of God said, in his same personable tone. Guy's eyes shot upward toward the dining room door with a start, as Alice walked in. The motherly woman looked in both their directions. "Father, I hate to interrupt you two, but I have dinner just about ready, and would like you all to clean up?" the hostess announced. "Of course, Alice," Father Beck smiled as he responded to her. Guy sat there for minute or so, thinking to himself, 'Where are we all going?' He wondered if God really did have a plan, or was life just a continuing journey of events? He rose from the chair and went to wash his hands before dinner. Just as Guy started into the hallway, Matty came in from the living room; he saw his friend and gave him a nod of the head toward the stairway. The two boys ascended the stairs together. As the two reached the top stair, Matty whispered, "Hey, you all right? What did Father Beck want?" "I don't really know. You know, the usual stuff. I can't seem to figure anything out, Matty, none of this makes any sense at all," Guy said, as he searched for his friend's reaction. "Oh, you mean the 'we don't understand the reasons God does what he does' sermon?" Matty said, looking quite happy with himself. "Yeah, you're right," Guy replied as he fumbled at the door to the upstairs bathroom. "Guy, you've been through a lot; you'll get through this and I'll be here with you, Bud," Matt said with affection in his voice. He reached his arms around Guy and hugged him. "Thanks, Matt, you're the best." Guy smiled as his turquoise eyes locked on Matty's. "Guy, we've been through our whole lives together. We know each other like no one else, even more now. You're the best too," Matty said and gave Guy a quick pat on the butt. "Boys, Guy... Matt... are you coming to dinner?" Alice's voice came up the stairs. "Yes 'M," both boys yelled down in unison. The two started down the stairs, Guy in front and Matty right behind. The Johnson dining room was dimly lit; there were candles on the table. Father Beck sat at the head of the table under the window, with Madeline to his right. Mrs. Williams sat on the preacher's left, with Matt and Guy beside her. Bob took his seat at the foot of the table with Alice at his right. The rest of the Sugardale children filled in the oval table sides. In the center of the table was a huge silver platter filled with finger sandwiches, compliments of Mrs. Williams. A silence fell over the group. Father Beck rose to his feet and bowed his head. After grace was said, the room filled with chatter and laughter as the crowd ate the sandwiches that had been neatly stacked on the prominent setting. Just as the last of the meal disappeared off the platter, the phone rang. Bob excused himself to answer the call. "I'll get dessert while we wait for Bobby. Coffee, anyone?" Alice said as she rose from the table to go into the kitchen. "Can I help you, Alice?" Sue Williams asked as she too rose from her chair. "Sure, I'd like that," Alice responded, as she led the way into the kitchen. Bob was standing in the kitchen, his face a little flushed, and said, "That was Mr. Walker. The custody hearing will be this Friday. He also said the State will take the children because there are no known relatives." "Oh, Bobby, we have to do something. Those children have been through enough," Alice stated, as she wondered to herself what they could do. "I just don't know what to do. Are you suggesting we take the children? We couldn't afford them all," Bob replied, trying his best to convince himself otherwise. "Maybe we could get some friends to start a charity for them." Sue smiled and a devilish look came over her face as she said it. "I mean, it's been done before. I'd be willing to help out anyway I could," she continued. "Yes, but who's going to actually take guardianship of the children?" Bob asked. "Robert Johnson, I love you more than life itself. We must take these children in. Where there is a will, there is a way," Alice said with firm conviction in her voice. Bob knew he had lost, his wife had spoken. "Alice, you are a beautiful person. I assure you I will form a group and begin a charity drive to help out with the costs of raising these poor children," Sue said as she looked at Alice and Bob. "I could fix up the area over the garage; we could make a bedroom up there, I suppose," Bob said to his wife as he looked into her eyes. "Oh, Bob, thank you," Alice said as she picked up the coffee pot from the stove. "Sue, would you bring in the cake?" Alice continued, as she headed back into the dining room. She turned back to Bob and said, "You can bring the plates and silver." After the three had taken their seats at the table again, Alice announced, "Guy, if your sisters and brothers would like, you all could stay here with us. We would like you to be our family." Sally Ann looked up at Guy and said, "Oh, Guy, could we, please?" Father Beck smiled, he looked to his wife, then to the others around the table and said, "God bless you all, the church will help you anyway it can." "I was going to form a charity committee. Madeline, would you help me?" Sue asked. "I would love to help you. Anything I could do for these children would be my pleasure," Madeline Beck said as she looked to her husband for support. "I'll announce the charity drive at church tomorrow," Father Beck said. "By the way, Alice, the cake is delicious." "Thank you, Father, and thank you all for your help," Alice replied. They sat at the table for some time, talking and laughing. It was almost nine o'clock before the Becks left. Bob was exhausted; he helped Alice clean up the dishes. Sue decided it was time to take the boys home to her house. "Can I help you get the little ones settled here before I take the boys?" Sue asked Alice. "No, why don't you just run along? Sally Ann will help out, but thank you," Alice told her. The ride to the Williams house was quiet. Matty and Guy didn't talk, they were both tired. When they arrived at the Williams house, the two boys went up to Matty's room. "Good night, boys, sleep tight," Sue called to the boys as they went up to bed. "Nite, Mom," Matty said to her, then he went back downstairs to kiss her good night. "Mom, thank you for everything," he said as he gave her a hug. The two boys stood in the bedroom together, looking at one another. Finally Guy asked Matty, "Can we cuddle together?" "I'd like that. Can I undress you? I'd like to show you how much I care about you," Matty said to his younger friend. "Do you think it's wrong? I mean, are we bad?" Guy asked Matty. "I don't think it's wrong or bad. I just know that, for a long time, I have had these feelings for you. I mean, we can't tell anyone; you know how some people feel about it," Matty answered. Matty undressed Guy and then himself. The two boys climbed into the bed naked and in love. Meanwhile, back at the Johnson home, Bob sat alone in his favorite fireside chair. His thoughts were on the phone call from Judge Walker. The judge had told Bob that there was no will and the Sugardale farm would have to be sold in an auction to pay the estate and property taxes. Bob decided to keep this to himself, as he didn't want Alice to worry about such legalities. Bob just hoped the charity drive that Sue talked about would work and enough money would be raised to support the Sugardale clan. ------------ I hope you liked it. You can read my other stories here too: Luke's Secret Art, Michael's Secret Love, and, oh yes, Justin's Story. E-mail me if you wish: Justin69SK@aol.com