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Trials and Tribulations
Chapter
5
Officially Yours
Joey
and I slid into Mr. Banks’ truck for the ride home from the
hospital. Joey climbed in the front seat, and I sat in the back. It
wasn’t unusual for Uncle Steve to fill in when dad had
something else going on.
For
as long as I can remember, I’ve called Roger’s dad, Uncle
Steve, and his mom, Aunt Alice. However, just as I had adopted the
Banks, Roger called my dad Uncle Sam. I used to laugh at dad being
called that when I found out that the government was called Uncle Sam
as well, but I grew out of it. Now, I don’t think about it much
when Roger calls him that, except, here I’m thinking about it
now. I guess, I’m thinking about anything else I can, because
I’m nervous about the upcoming talk Joey and I are going to
have when we’re alone.
I
really like Joey. Okay, maybe I more than like him but I’m just
not sure what we are, or where we’re going. This had me more
than confused, and I’m not sure what I want at the moment. Two
days ago I was worried about not being outed myself, and now here is
Joey. How far am I willing to go? How does he feel? Where does he
want this to go? How far is he willing to go? What kind of a
relationship could we have in a place like Pine Hills, if we wanted
one? It helps that my dad is supportive. But how far will he go in
his support? I know how people can be around here. Nurse Nancy
surprised me, my dad did too, but they had to be the exceptions to
the rule, didn’t they?
I
was so lost in my thoughts that Uncle Steve had to keep calling my
name. I found him watching me in the rear view mirror and blushed. I
felt awkward, being so wrapped up in my thoughts, and him watching
me.
“Andy,
your dad and the others have gone down to the court house to do all
the paperwork. Once I drop you two off, I’m heading down there
too.” He then turned to Joey, who sat in the passenger seat of
the Dodge Ram 3500. Uncle Steve seemed to want Joey to feel at ease
with everything that happened today. “Joey, as I told you back
at the hospital, I want you to make yourself at home. This will be
your home for as long as needed. Alice is home and waiting for you
two, along with Roger. Roger knows what’s going on, and he’s
glad to have you with us, too.”
“Thank
you for the ride home Uncle Steve, we’d been bored sitting
around Dad’s office.” I said sincerely.
He
glanced back at me in the mirror, and I could tell he was smiling,
just from the look in his eyes.
“When
you boys get in the house, grab Roger, and take a look at the spare
bedroom. Decide what needs to be done to make it feel more like it
belongs to you, Joey; after all, it is going to be your room.”
Uncle Steve paused, and his voice became stern, as he continued,
“We’ll go by your house later Joey. That way we can pick
up your clothes, school books, computer, and anything else that is
yours.” I could tell from Uncle Steve’s voice that he
wasn’t thrilled with Joey’s parents either.
He
pulled into the driveway of his home and turned to look at us,
“Any
questions?” he asked, looking back and forth between us.
“No
Sir.” We both answered at the same time.
“Okay,
off with the both of you. I’ll be back before too long.”
He paused a second, putting a hand on Joey’s shoulder, “Joey,
I meant it when I said I want you to feel like it’s your room.
Whatever we need to do for you to feel comfortable here, we’ll
do what we can.”
“Thank
you, Mr. Banks.” Joey’s voice was cracking with the
emotions he was feeling. I could even see tears in his eyes.
“Everything you guys are doing for me means more than I could
ever explain with words.” He quickly unfastened his seatbelt,
leaned over the console, and hugged Uncle Steve.
Uncle
Steve patted him on the back, “I told you back at the hospital,
you don’t have to call me Mr. Banks. You can call me Steve, or
even Uncle Steve, like Andy does, if you want. Okay?”
“Yes,
sir... uh… Uncle Steve.” Joey said with a smile, as he
sat back in his seat, trying out the name for the first time. We both
laughed and got out of the truck. I grabbed the bag of stuff Nurse
Nancy gave him for dressing his injuries and looked at him after we
closed the doors. He was looking a little shy, and unsure,
again.
“Come
on. Let’s find Roger, cuz.” I smiled, and I wrapped an
arm around his shoulders. A grin lit up Joey’s face and his
eyes sparkled as he looked at me.
“Okay.”
Joey’s smile faded, and his face took on that worried look
again. “I’m not going to be a drag on Roger’s
social life, am I?” Joey walked slowly, looked down at the
sidewalk, and somewhat afraid, towards the front porch.
“Why
don’t you ask me?” Roger was standing at the front door,
with a huge smile on his face. We had been so wrapped up in our
conversation that his comment caused us to look up at him. He walked
out and threw his arms around both of our shoulders, pulling us into
a three-way hug. “Just how could you be more of a drag on my
social life than Andy already is?” Laughing, he pulled us both
inside.
After
stepping into the foyer, and stopping to take off our shoes, I turned
to Roger who was already bare footed. “Roger, your father asked
that we show Joey the guest room. He wants to know what needs to be
done to make it into Joey’s room.”
“No
problem my man, it’s this way Joey.” Turning to Joey, and
taking him by the arm, he led him down the hallway. “On the
right is the living room, stairs lead up to bedrooms and bathrooms
upstairs and on the left as you can see, is the dining room.”
Roger gave him a brief layout of the house as we went. “This
next door here,” Roger opened the door, with a smile like a
realtor. “Is the den, family room or TV room, whatever you
wanna call it? There’s also a door, back there on the right
that goes back into the living room. The door to the left, across the
hall, is the main bathroom on the first floor.” Walking Joey on
down the hall, “This room here, on the right is Dad’s
office, and the room on the left here, will be your room.” He
said opening the door to Joey’s new bedroom.
I knew the
room well. It was where I crashed whenever I had to stay over with
Roger, during my dark days, after my mom died. There were times I
couldn’t be around anyone; and the Banks, even Roger,
understood my need to be alone when I stayed over, while my dad was
away at some conference. Don’t get me wrong though, I slept in
Roger’s room most of the time when I spent the night
here.
“This
is cool. I’ve never had a room like this before.” Joey
stood and looked around the bedroom quickly. I could tell Joey was
surprised at the space in here. I watched as Joey looked at the bed,
the open closet, and paused at the window. He backed up; staring out
into the yard, his eyes grew larger. “Wow! You have a swimming
pool, too?”
“Nope,
I don’t have a swimming pool.” Roger smiled widely, and
then pointed back and forth at Joey and himself, as he continued. “We
do. But, Andy does as well. His is a little bigger.” I loved
how Roger was making Joey feel at home. I knew Roger was an awesome
friend to me, but he was going all out, turning on the charm and
wrapping Joey in the welcome mat.
We
spent the next forty-five minutes taking down pictures, moving the
bed and night stands where Joey wanted them, and moving the dresser
and chest so he could watch the TV on top of the chest. As we were
finishing up, Aunt Alice came in, looking like she had been outside
working in her flower bed.
“Roger,
I’m disappointed in you. Why didn’t you tell me Joey and
Andy had arrived?” She stood just inside the doorway with a
smile, obviously, not really mad at Roger, but playfully wagging her
finger at him. Then she turned to Joey, reaching out her hand to him.
“Hello Joey, I’m Alice.”
Joey
smiled, took her hand and shook it, “Hi Alice, thank you so
much for giving me a place to stay.”
“Oh,
my dear boy, you are welcome,” she pulled him into a hug. There
were tears in both their eyes as they hugged. “Are you getting
the room the way you want it?”
“Yes,
ma’am. I’ve never had a room this big before.”
Joey’s voice had taken on that shy tone again as they stepped
apart.
“Do
you have a personal computer?”
Joey
looked down at his shoes, like the answer was written on them. “No
Ma’am. Dad always said I never needed one.”
Aunt
Alice put a hand on top of each of his shoulders and waited for him
to look up at her. “Joey, I know you need one for school work.
So, after we get you settled in here, either tonight, or tomorrow
after school, we’ll go by Wal-Mart or check online about
ordering you one. We also need to get a desk for it. That’s why
I asked if you had a personal computer.” The look on Joey’s
face was one of shock and surprise. Alice just smiled at Joey,
reassuring him that everything she said would come to pass.
My
heart was busting with pride with how the Banks family were treating
Joey. I was starting to feel like, maybe, being from a small town
wasn’t so bad after all. I mean here was a family taking in a
complete stranger and making him feel like a part of that
family.
“Hey,
I have an idea,” I started, getting everyone’s attention.
“I have a lot of posters I’m not using, and an old stereo
out in the garage you can have; to add a little personal touch, if
you want, at least until you get your own, Joey.”
“That’s
awesome, Andy! Can we go look now?” Joey was almost bouncing as
he turned to Aunt Alice.
“Sure,
you boys go do what you need to do, and watch for Steve.” She
smiled as we rushed past her.
Stopping
long enough to get our shoes on, we raced over to my house. I led us
around to the garage door in the back, unlocked it, and walked in,
turning on the lights. Walking over to where I had my old stereo
stored, I pointed to it.
“Joey,
it’s not an off the hook stereo, but it has a CD player, FM,
and AM radio player as well. It’s all yours if you want
it.”
“Thanks,
Andy. I don’t even have any CD’s, but having a radio will
be sweet.” Joey stood there looking thankful.
The
more I learned about him, the more I felt for him. I mean, the stuff
I took for granted, Joey had never even had. I felt guilty, I had two
stereos, one I had stored away and wasn’t using. And from the
sound of it, Joey didn’t have CDs, never mind a radio
system.
“Andy,
you guys head up and look for posters while I’ll take the
stereo and put it in Joey’s room. He can decide later where he
wants it.” Roger got right to work as he picked up one of the
old Bose speakers and started towards the door.
“Wait,
I’ll open up the main door for you,” I said, and headed
over to the door opener, pushing the button, “and when you get
done, we’ll be up in my room.”
He
nodded. Joey and I headed up to my room. Once we got there, I went to
my closet and dragged out an old florescent light box filled with
posters I had saved over the years. Joey had taken a seat on my bed
watching me drag it over.
I
noticed Joey’s beautiful smile and the way it seemed to be on
display just for ME. His deep blue eyes captivated me, and I found
myself looking from one, to the other, wanting to capture every speck
and tone in them.
Eventually, I noticed he seemed to be
watching me just as closely, and I was leaning ever closer to him.
Joey was just breath taking, and I found I was holding my breath,
afraid the wrong move would end this moment.
Nervous, I licked
my lips to moisten them, and suddenly his lips touched mine. I
dropped the box I’d been holding, and let my hands slide up his
arms to his shoulders, then his neck, until I held his face in my
hands. My tongue caressed his lips until he parted them, allowing me
to enter. Our tongues danced and carefully explored each other’s
mouths. I was in heaven. Then his hands moved to my back and pulled
me over on top of him. Now, Joey was lying back on the bed and I lay
across him.
I
could feel him getting as excited as I was, with our dicks rubbing
against each other. I moved my hands up, running my fingers through
his mop of blond hair, as our kiss became more passionate. I started
rocking, causing our dicks to rub harder together.
Here
I was, with the most beautiful boy in the world, on my bed,
passionately making out with me; and the best part was, he seemed as
into me, as I was into him. I’d hit the lottery. I was quickly
pulled from those thoughts as Joey pushed his hands down inside the
back of my jeans, cupping my bubble butt cheeks, and was squeezing
them! I swear to God, I almost came right then and there. To this
day, I have no idea where I found the will power to hold off from
filling my jeans with evidence that would be hard to hide.
I
must have broken the kiss. For the next thing I knew, Joey was
looking at me with a scared expression.
“I’m
so sorry Andy.” He said with a shaky voice.
“What
for Joey? You almost made me cum in my pants.” I started giggle
like a little kid. Now, I wish I could say I didn’t, but color
me silly, for I had. I looked him square in the eyes. I wanted him to
know without a doubt, I meant my next words to him. “Joseph
Matthew Adams, you rock my world!”
He
smiled and moved his head up and gave me a quick kiss. He then laid
back, looking up at me with a goofy smile on his face, “You’re
my knight in shining armor. I’ve dreamt of you so many nights.
Andy, you’re my dream come to life.” His hands were
caressing my back as he spoke and I laid my head down on his chest. I
could hear and feel his excitement in his rapid heartbeat. “I
had almost given up on finding you.” I could hear his soft
voice, filled with the pain he had been through, as he continued
talking. “But, I believe my faith, brought us together. My
father has twisted his faith into something evil.”
His
heart rate was slowing down and he was speaking with more confidence.
“I prayed and prayed to God, asking him if I was as evil as my
earthly father told me I was for wanting to be with other boys. One
night, a couple of weeks ago, as I was praying, I heard a small, but
clear voice saying, ‘God is love’. I realized I didn’t
wake up one day and decide to be this way; so if God made me gay, and
God is love, then God was cool with me being gay.”
I
lifted my head, turned, and looked up into his face. He smiled down
at me, “Andy, you’re the hottest guy I’ve ever met
and I’m starting to think we have feelings for each other.”
I
turned on my million watt smile. Joey made me feel so special, and I
just wanted him to feel the same way.
“I
think that’s safe to say.” I sat up and kissed the tip of
his nose, causing him to giggle. Hey! I made him giggle, too.
“Where
do we go from here?” Joey’s voice had turned
serious.
“Honestly,
I don’t know. I’ve never dated anyone before, boy or
girl. I’m not even sure what we are doing. But, I know I want
to be with you every second of the day. I know I want to be there for
you when you need me. I know I want to take all the pain out of your
life and bring nothing but joy and happiness into it. I know I want
to share everything I have with you. I know I want to be in your life
anyway you allow me. I know I’d walk through hell in gasoline
underwear, if it would help you.” Joey giggled at that. “What
does all that mean? I don’t know if I can put it into words
right now.”
I
laid my head back on his chest and he started running his fingers
through my hair. Looking at him, I continued, “I know you have
been through a lot already, and even though things are getting better
for you, there’s still more you are going to have to deal with.
You may, or may not, have to testify in court about what your dad did
to you, and why. I don’t know if you’re used to small
towns or not, but word will get around about what’s happening.”
I felt the tension in his body, so I knew he was getting nervous
about the stuff we were talking about. “But Joey, I’ll be
there with you every step of the way. I promise.”
Hugging
his chest, I could feel tears forming in my eyes from holding back
what I deeply wanted to tell him, but was afraid to add to his
already heavy load. I wanted to ask him to be my boyfriend, but what
did I know about being a boyfriend, never mind having one. And what
of the promise I made to myself just three days ago, to hide my
secret? Well, I guess I blew that with my dad, and with Joey, too;
but was I ready to out myself to this small backward hick town? Both
dad and Nurse Nancy had warned me to be careful. Now, I was the one
feeling sick to my stomach with worry. Almost, as if, he was reading
my thoughts, Joey placed a finger under my chin and raised me up to
look him in the eyes.
“Andy,
with you standing with me, I can go through anything. But, I
understand that you have lived here all your life. Everyone knows
you. I don’t want to cause you any problems. You’ll be
better off if you acted like we weren’t friends. You already
have that guy you hit mad at you, because of me, and now I’ve
dragged Roger into my drama. You all have done more than I deserve.”
His words were laced with so much pain. Joey sighed, and I could see
fresh tears starting to fall.
It
was at that moment, I decided I didn’t give a damn what anyone
else in the world thought about how I felt for him. He was more
important to me than all the hell this town could muster and throw at
me. There was no way I was going to abandon him to the assholes of
Pine Hills. We would sink or swim as a team. Joey and Andy would
stand together, through anything and everything, forever; reminding
me of the words to Chasing Cars.
All
that I am
All
that I ever was
Is
here in your prefect eyes
They’re
all I can see
I
don’t know where
Confused
about how as well
Just
know that these things
Will
never change for us at all
“Joseph
Matthew Adams!” Excited over my decision, I wanted to let the
world know how I felt; but I needed to start with Joey. I rose up on
my elbows, with our faces only six inches apart. Tenderly I wiped his
tears, and looked him in the eyes as I asked, “Will you be my
boyfriend?”
Throwing
his arms around my neck, he nearly yelled his answer to me. “Yes,
Andy, oh my God, yes!” Then he sealed it with a kiss that had
me seeing stars and fireworks again. Breaking our kiss to catch our
breath, after what seemed like a lifetime, and yet like only a
nanosecond, I rolled over, off of him, and to his left, as my right
hand found his left; I interlaced our fingers. While up to now it had
been fun, I was also worried about all his injuries. The last thing I
wanted to do right now was hurt him.
I
squeeze his hand, but felt there were things I still needed to let
him know.
“Joey, there’s things I haven’t
told you yet, but I want to.” We were laying side by side, both
of us looking up at the ceiling, holding hands. I was gathering my
thoughts, as I tried to tell him my family history, while holding
back the emotions the memories brought me. “My great, great,
grandfather, on my mother’s side, moved here, in the late
eighteen hundreds; when, there were very few people around here. He
ended up owning a lot of land, land where they found a lot of coal.
The land passed down from father to son, until after my grandfather
was born, Jeremiah Webb. Jeremiah, and my grandmother, Ethel, only
had one child, my mother, Ellen Webb. By the time my grandfather
gained control over the Webb’s holdings, the price of coal sky
rocketed to over a hundred dollars a ton during the Middle East oil
embargo against us in the seventies.” I looked at him to see if
he was still with me, he looked over and smiled.
“He
made millions off of it,” I continued, “and then later,
in the eighties, he sold most of the mineral rights to big coal
companies like Bethlehem Steel, making millions more. One night
coming home from eating out, they were hit and killed by a coal
truck, being driven by a sleepy driver, that had been working way too
many hours for a company that had, ironically, bought some coal from
my grandfather.” It wasn’t easy to talk about the things
my family owned, never mind my mother’s family. I mentally
prepared myself to just go on. “I was nine years old at the
time. But I was old enough to remember them both very well. He used
to take me fishing with him all the time before I started school, and
on weekends after I had. I really loved him and looked forward to
spending time with him. God Joey, I really miss him still.” I
was starting to tear up.
“Mom,
being the only heir, inherited everything he had, including the huge
insurance settlement from the accident. Most people here didn’t
know a lot about the money grandpa had accumulated, or the settlement
amount of the accident. Mom and Dad never changed how they lived or
how they treated me.” I stopped and swallowed. My mouth felt
dry. I was never comfortable talking about money and now I had to
tell Joey about the money mom had. “Mom never changed how my
grandfather’s will was set up, and it left me next in line to
inherit the estate. Dad didn’t care about the money. He was
doing what he loved, and had, by then, been elected Circuit Court
Judge.” It wasn’t any easier to talk about my
grandparents or my mother, no matter how much time had
passed.
“About
three years, after my grandparents were killed, when I was twelve
years old, my mom was diagnosed with cancer.” Tears were
flowing down the sides of my face now, and I closed my eyes,
picturing my mom before she got sick from the cancer and chemo. “She
went so fast. In a way, I’m glad she did so she wouldn’t
have months and months of pain. But at times, I was selfish and
didn’t wanna let go.”
Joey
squeezed my hand, letting me know he was there for me, and it give me
some strength to continue. “She was gone before a year was up.”
I used my free hand to wipe away the tears as all the pain came
flooding back. “It took me a couple of years before I was able
to be more like my old self again. I kinda shut everyone out, while I
tried to deal with the pain. Dad was always there for me though, no
matter what, but mom had been my best friend. I had thought losing
grandpa and grandma was bad, but losing her about killed me. I even
stopped playing baseball for a year. Dad, Uncle Steve, Aunt Alice,
and Roger got real worried about me. They talked me into seeing a
shrink and I went to him for about a year. I ended up liking him, and
he helped me get out of the depression I got into.”
Turning
to face him, and squeezing his hand, I finished telling Joey my
story, “I told you all of that so you’d understand, it’s
not dad that’s rich; it’s me. I normally don’t tell
anyone, or talk about it much, especially someone I just met, but
you’re special. I can feel it, and I know it; besides, you’re
my boyfriend.” When I leaned over, and kissed his cheek, I
could see he had been crying with me and could taste his tears. “Just
like wanting to be with you, a boy, doesn’t change who I am,
neither does the money.”
Joey
spoke up for the first time since I started. He kept holding my hand,
and there was concern in his voice, “Who else knows?”
“There
are not many that know everything.” I took a moment and thought
about it. “Roger and his family, and a few others, like
lawyers, know it all; but the rest that think they know, only know
part of it. I never make a big deal about it, and even if I wanted
to, dad wouldn’t let me. It’s good to know I don’t
have to worry about money for college and stuff like that. Most of
the time, I don’t even think about it. I hope it don’t
make a difference with you.”
“Heck
no. You could be dirt poor, like me, or as rich as Bill Gates; it’s
you, not your money, I want to get to know and be with. I grew up in
Williamson, West Virginia. Actually, it’s not too far from
here. You’ve heard of the Hatfield and McCoy feud?”
“Yeah,
everyone has, I guess.”
“The
Hatfields were from where I was born and the McCoys lived across the
Big Sandy River, in Kentucky. Anyway, Williamson isn’t much
bigger than Pine Hills, maybe a thousand more people. We always lived
in the houses the church had for their pastors. Until we moved here,
we had lived in the same house after I was born.”
Joey
paused, after clearing his throat, he continued, “I was never
allowed to have real friends. No one I could spend the night with or
them with me. Dad felt it would be showing favoritism if I spent time
with one child, or another, as a friend. Even when Mom did something
it was only with a whole group of women from the church. So, I went
to school, came home, did my chores, finished my homework, showered
and went to bed.”
“During the summer, I was
allowed to play little league baseball. But, until Coach Boland, one
of my parents drove me to and from practices and games. A lot of the
time, if the game was on a Wednesday night, I had to miss to attend
church. I’ve never had much. I still don’t. You’ll
see that when we go to my old house later. I have, like, five sets of
clothes and one set for Sundays, which was okay. I wasn’t
ashamed or anything. It was just what it was. I didn’t really
know any better; until last year, when I started high school, and
some of kids noticed and began to say things. But I knew, no matter
what I had to go through, or how bad it seemed, others had to go
through more.” Joey paused, squeezing my hand again, while
looking at me to make sure he had my attention.
“Andy,
I know I’m not like a lot of kids our age, maybe even you. Just
because my earthly father is a jerk, and has a twisted view of the
Bible and God, don’t mean God isn’t real and won’t
be there for us in times of trouble. I have no doubt he has been
there for me. It was my mistake thinking he had sent Coach Boland to
help me. I should have been more, umm, more patient. I want us to go
slow and to be careful. I want our first time to be as special as our
first kiss. I want to be able to remember our firsts for the rest of
my life as fond memories, and not like the memories I have of Coach
Boland.”
I realized Joey was as nervous as I was with
all this, maybe more so. He had been through so much, and all of it
seemed painful. I just wanted him to know I wasn’t going to
make his life any harder. I cared too much about him already to hurt
him.
“I
promise you, Joey, we can take as much time as you want. This is all
new to me. You’re the only one with any experience at all. At
least for now,” I began with a smile and a wink, “I’ll
let you take the lead when it comes to sex.”
Joey
smiled, and squeezed my hand. I knew religion was a big part of who
Joey was. I wanted him to realize I had my own beliefs as well.
“As
for God, I believe in God, too, and that my mother is in heaven. I’m
not one that goes to church regularly, but Dad and I do go. We’re
Presbyterian. I don’t know all the differences between our
church and yours, but I believe like you do when you said ‘God
is love’.” I pulled his hand to my lips and kissed it.
“We’ll take our time and not rush into anything. We’ll
be careful when we aren’t alone. And we won’t tell anyone
about us being boyfriends that we both don’t agree on telling;
but I’m not going to act like I don’t know you and that I
am not your friend.”
He
nodded, and smiled, as he rolled over on top of me gave me another
hot freaking kiss. I love this!
As
if this day couldn’t be anything but one huge Déjà
vu, we both heard someone clearing their throat.
“What’s
going on here?” The voice scared the crap out of us both. Joey
quickly rolled off of me, and we both looked towards where the voice
had come from. Roger was standing at the doorway staring at us,
opened mouthed, while we were still holding hands. It seemed that us
being caught together was the order of the day.
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OK,
so that's it for Chapter 5 Thank you for reading and I hope you
enjoyed it. I would love to hear your feedback and comments. You can
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between the ages of 15 and 35 is testicular cancer? Here's a link for
more information on the subject. The
Testicular Cancer Primer
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