Date: Tue, 25 Jan 2005 12:49:26 -0500 From: Jeff Wilson Subject: W.A.R. Chapter 6-14 W.A.R. Part Six - Commencement Chapter Fourteen -- Lost and Found by Jeff Wilson I awoke slowly and realized right away that the world seemed a little different. I stretched, not wanting to leave the warmth of bed to face the day. I turned over and looked into the sleeping face of my best friend. His eye lids hid the deep blue pools that were desired by so many at school. The mix of dark red and dyed blond formed a tangled orange jungle atop his head. He stirred slightly, but quickly returned to sleep. I slipped down deeper into the covers and felt the warmth of our bodies radiating into the blankets. I slipped my hand down his bare arm. No shirt could mask the beauty that was his body. He had worked hard and earned the physique which was the envy of both boy and girl at out school. And I was feeling it, alone. I ran my fingers along the taunt muscles of his abdomen. The firm belly which had been admired from afar by so many when we would shower in gym class. He smiled a little, his eyes remaining closed. I moved my hand back upward, feeling his smooth, hairless chest. The smile lengthened. It was an infectious smile, and one which quickly spread across my face as well. His hand found its way to mine. First one eye, then the other slowly opened and locked with my forest green orbs. "Morning." I whispered. "Hey." He replied sleepily. "Have a good sleep?" I asked. "Real good." He answered, stretching and yawning. "I'm glad." I said. "Me too." Dustin said. I stretched my legs under the covers, tangling with his. "I have to take a piss." I said. "Well, at least you waited until you woke up." He laughed. "You are never going to let me forget that are you? I was eleven!" "You never forget waking up to your best friend crying his eyes out and a lake in your bed. At least you didn't bawl when you shot your load in my bed. Your dick is determined to embarrass you when you come over here." I flipped the covers off me and felt the chill of an early Sunday morning take the place of the warmth of the bed. I stood up and adjusted the shorts I'd worn to sleep in. I wasn't used to having anything on when I slept, and the shorts had managed to bunch up on me. I walked across the hall and relieved myself. Then walked back to find that Dustin had wrapped himself tightly into the blankets, leaving no room for me. "Thanks, jerk!" I said, giving the top blanket a good yank. "I thought you were going to shower!" Dustin replied. He allowed me some space under the warmth of the covers and just when I was getting comfortable, he jumped up out of bed and headed for the bathroom himself. When he returned, he found a toasty warm Billy Roberts had wrapped himself nicely in the blankets. "So tell me again why you let him kiss you?" Brett asked after I had explained what happened to him. "It was to prove a point. It didn't mean anything." I replied. "But I thought you said you were trying to explain to him that sex and kisses were supposed to mean something!" Brett said. "Well, I was but..." "So why did you kiss him then? If it meant nothing, then all you proved to him was that kissing doesn't have to mean anything." "Well, maybe I'm just a crappy teacher." "So you kissed him, or rather, he kissed you. Or maybe you kissed each other, I'm really not sure what you were trying to accomplish there. Then?" "Then I sucked his dick and he fucked me." I replied. "Don't be an asshole, Billy." Brett said, looking very annoyed. "What did you really do?" I laughed nervously. I didn't think he'd be as upset as he seemed to be. "He said that kissing me was like kissing his sister, and that he never wanted to do it again. And then I asked him how it felt to kiss Emily and he said it was different. And then I talked about how kissing you feels like our souls are trying to break right out of our mouths and melt each other. While kissing him was just wet. And that was it." "Did you use tongue?" "On his ass." I replied. "Billy!" "It was nothing, Brett. Nothing. It was a one time thing to prove to him that he should worry more about Emily and what she's going through." "You'd tell me if you did anything else, wouldn't you?" I laughed and tousled the dark brown mop of his hair. "Don't worry about it! I'd rather die than hurt you, Bretty." "Of course, you realize that if you really did fuck him, I'd have your nuts in a cup on my table." "That's why I love you. Terroristic threats." "Terroristic threats of passion!" Brett corrected. About an hour after our conversation about Dustin, we lay naked next to each other on the couch. I was feeling his warmth deep inside me. He was playing absent-mindedly with my 'mop-water' mane with one hand and his dick with his other. My body was relaxing next to him, but my mind was working harder than ever. I figured Brett would be okay with me and Dustin kissing if there was a good reason for it. I figured that would be okay with him. I had to tell him something. There was a chance that he could have flipped out about it. Brett was cool about almost everything, but Dustin had a way of irritating him like nothing else could. I guess he was right about that, though. Dustin was a wildcard. I never thought so when Brett was telling me that he was dangerous, but he was. Brett didn't have to know everything about the kiss, just that it had happened. I had told him the truth, and that was the important thing. "That was the best yet, I think." Brett whispered into my ear. Brett laughed. "Who would have thought that snapping my leg in half would lead to the best sex we've ever had?" "I'm going to miss the cast when it goes." I replied. "It makes me horny every time I see it." I gently brushed his thigh near the cast with my hand. "I've just got to get it off so I can go see my... Nevermind." "Whoa!" I said, turning to my side. "You can't say something like that and trail off like it's nothing. Go see your what?" "It's nothing." Brett replied. "I'm just excited that I'll be able to go around on crutches next week." "Brett!!" Brett exhaled deeply and closed his eyes. I could tell that he was trying to think of a way to say what he was thinking. "Okay... But you can't tell anyone. Especially my mom!" "Wow. Must be big." I said. "It is. Billy, I found him." "Found what?" "I found my dad." Brett said, and his eyes began to well up. "And that's not all. I have a little brother." "No way!" I replied. The tears that were forming began to flow down Brett's cheeks. "He's five. God, he's about the cutest little guy in the world." "But how?" I asked. "You remember when I told you that I knew his name, right? Charlie Bryant." "Charlie, now?" I asked. "Yeah. Well, you were actually the inspiration for what happened. Remember when you asked me if I ever wished that I could talk to my dad? That was way back in December. But it stuck with me. I knew his name. I knew somewhat about where he lived. Not exactly, because mom met him in college. But it was nothing that a little detective work couldn't solve. But I never had the time. "Then I broke my leg. All of a sudden, I had all the time I could ask for. And a computer hooked up to the internet! So I started looking. First I found about fifty Charles Bryant's, then I narrowed it down to about three in New York state. Then I narrowed it down by age. Then I sent some emails. I explained that I was looking for a Charles Bryant who went to mom's college and had time to talk to a boy who knew what he did in July of 1986. One replied and told me to get lost. I nearly gave up hope then." "So anyway, I had about given up. Then I get an email. He asked me for a little info. I told him a little about me. He sent me his messenger info and we talked for hours. I was real careful not to give him any information that would tell him why I was talking to him. But he was real honest. He told me he'd made some mistakes but he met a great lady and got married and that he's got his life all straightened out. It's really him, Billy!" "And your mom doesn't know?" I asked. I knew Brett was more excited than I'd ever seen him, but I felt very uneasy about the whole situation. "I'm eighteen. There's nothing she can say about it. Do you want to see my little brother?" We sat up and Brett woke up his computer and opened up a hidden folder. He clicked on a file and up on the screen came a picture of an adorable little boy with light brown hair and blue eyes posing with a fire truck in his hands. "Wow, he looks just like you." I said. "I know. I sent him my picture and that was what he said. 'You look just like James.' And here's a picture of him." Brett clicked on another file and a picture of the man I'd seen in a picture in Brett's room came on the screen. He was a little older, and a little fatter, but there was no denying it was the man who Brett's mom had said was his father. "I was surprised at first about how freely he talked about what he did. He's turned his life completely around. He said... Oh here, read it for yourself!" Brett excitedly clicked on yet another file and a letter popped up. Dear Brett, Well, I got your picture. Looks like you've become quite a handsome young man. You look so much like James that there's no denying the relationship between you. It's a pity that I was never able to find you sooner. The blame is totally mine. Your mother didn't deserve the burden that I laid on her, to have to raise you all alone. It must have been unbelievably difficult. Not having the chance to watch you grow is perhaps the most fitting of punishments for my sins. You have told me that your mother has said that she was raped. And that is very true. I had no right to take advantage of her while she was unable to think properly. My youth was filled with the kind of reckless activity that leads to situations like ours. I thought I could do anything. But I was very wrong. But now I've found you. Or rather, you've found me. Our paths have crossed at last. I tell you honestly, I didn't know what to expect. You would have had every right to hate me. No one would have blamed you. What I did was disgusting and inexcusable. The only good thing that came of my foolishness was you. I'm looking forward to learning more about you. With sincere love, Charlie "That's really nice." I said after I had finished reading. "So you see, that's what I have to do Billy. I have to meet him." "Does he know that your leg is broken?" I asked. "I told him all about it." "Does he know that you are in the middle of school and even when your leg heals that you can't just go running up to New York to meet him." "I really don't care what the school thinks about it." Brett replied. "How are you planning to drive if you're on crutches? That's a six hour trip." "I'll find a way." Brett replied. "Do you want me to drive you? I will if you really want me to." Brett's eyes welled up again. "You would do that?" "You're damn right. If it means that much to you. I know I'd want to go if I was in your situation." "But what about school? What about beating the Bitch?" "I can catch up. Sarah Taylor isn't going to stop me from helping you. It won't matter. I can pass any make-up test they throw at me." "Okay. There's just one thing though..." Brett said. "What ever it is, I'm sure we can handle it." "Well it's just... When you meet him... Can you... Would you mind... Well... Can you tell him that you're just a friend of mine?" "What?" I asked. "Well... I mean, I just met him. I don't want him to know that you and me are... well... that I'm... gay." * * * * * * * * * Okay, story time. Those who are in my yahoo group know where I'm heading here. Basically, I dodged the bullet. Best to start at the beginning. Last year was a weird one for me. I basically went a little crazy on the sex front. Combine yahoo messenger chatrooms with listings by state and a horny guy and trouble is going to happen. To make a long story short, I had sex with someone back in April who it turns out was HIV+ and I didn't find out about it until Christmas. Dumb. Really dumb. Oh yeah, no condoms, no protection. Real REAL dumb. So Anyway, I got tested last week and turned out negative. It was quite possibly the longest week of my life and I'm glad it's over. Did I learn from my stupidity? Yeah. I learned the hard way. It was only through dumb luck that I didn't get it. Don't leave yourself to dumb luck, guys. Play safe, and if you think there's a chance you have exposed yourself to HIV, get tested and find out! If you're negative, it takes that burden off of you, and if you're positive, you can get treatment now. Story time over. On the story front, We're closer to the end. Eight chapters to go, Twenty-two total for this part, and then that'll wrap up WAR. Everythng is proceeding as planned. Want to send a letter? I want to read it! And now that I don't have anything hanging over my head, I'll most likely get back to you sooner. And to those that have already written, Thanks a lot!!!! I've read them all, and I really appreciate your time when you write. Here's the addresses: vicioussquirrel@hotmail.com or jkwsquirrel@yahoo.com Next time, Plans are set in motion