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Christopher's Story

Copyright 2002 Eric DravenŽ

Chapter Ten

  The rest of Saturday, James and I had a great time together.  I couldn't believe how much fun he could be to hang out with.  We poked around near the big hole in my backyard where the swimming pool was supposed to go soon, and we played video games for a while.   Then my dad decided to take time off from whatever he was working on and fire up the grill.  He made us hamburgers, and we ate together.

    James was a big hit with my dad.  He was charming and funny the entire time we were in the kitchen.  It was nice to see this side of him, and I couldn't believe that this was the same boy who was always in trouble for smarting off to teachers and other students at school.

    Upstairs, James got into the being naked thing right away.  He didn't even ask me what I was doing when I stripped out of my shorts and shirt.  He just followed suit, and we both sat around naked for a while.   We surfed the internet, getting into sites that we were never supposed to see.   James had all of his father's pass codes for certain sites, and I saw a lot of naked men that day.

    We got along great, and it was just like he was part of the group.  I was happy with everything that we did, and I didn't want to think about what he would act like when Monday rolled around.  I hoped that he would be just like this, but I wasn't counting any chickens before I even had the eggs.

    "What are you boys up to?" asked Kyle from the doorway, scaring me to death.

    "Hey, Kyle," said James without turning around.  "I thought you and Josh were off this weekend."

    "I just came over to see how things are," he said, walking into the room.

    James didn't bother to minimize the window he was looking at, so I gathered that Kyle knew all about him.  Although, I still wasn't sure about him.  I still didn't know what to think about all the things he'd said the night before, and I didn't know what to think about him looking at naked men on the computer.

    "Where's Josh?" asked James after a short silence.

    "With your dad somewhere," replied Kyle, sitting down on the edge of my bed.  "I think they went to St. Louis."

    "My dad have a show there tonight?" asked James.  I was gathering that Kyle knew a lot more about what went on at James's house.

    "No, Josh does, I think," said Kyle, looking at me.

    "He knows," said James without even turning around to look.

    "I see," said Kyle.  "And what do you think about it?"

    "What's there to think about it?" I asked.  "He's not my dad."

    "Ok," said Kyle.  "Does Evan know about this?"

    "Not unless Cole told him," said James.  "I don't think Cole knows about it, though."

    "Oh, he knows," said Kyle.

    James and Kyle both got quiet after that.   I wasn't sure why, but I got the feeling that James was upset with the fact that Cole knew about his dad and Josh.  I didn't see any reason why he should be upset about it, but maybe there was more to it that I didn't know about.  I decided to just be quiet and let them talk.  If they ever started talking again.

    "So, Chris," said Kyle, startling me again.  "How much about this do you know?"

    "He knows enough, Kyle," said James.  The tone of his voice was harsh, and I got the feeling that he was warning Kyle to shut up.

    "Got it," said Kyle as if he was acknowledging the warning.  "You boys been playing?"

    "No," said James.  "I don't do that shit, and you know it."

    "I see," said Kyle.

    Something was definitely being held back.   I wondered just what it was.  I didn't like the fact that Kyle had messed up the way me and James were getting along, but I was very curious about what they were talking about.  I wanted to know what they were hiding from me.

    "Kyle, why don't you just leave," said James.  "We're too young to hang out with you."

    "Oh really?" asked Kyle.   "Chris, do you think I'm to old to hang out with you and James for a while?"

    I was put on the spot.  I didn't want to piss James off by saying no, but I didn't want to piss Kyle off by saying yes.  I didn't know what to say to that.  They were both looking at me, expecting me to answer the way they wanted me to, but I didn't know exactly why James wanted Kyle to leave any more than I knew why Kyle wanted to stay.

    "I don't know," I said finally.

    "Hmm," said Kyle.  "I think I'll stick around for a little while."

    "Suit yourself," said James.

    "Did you show him your dad's site?" asked Kyle.

    "Fuck you, Kyle," said James.   He was getting very angry, and I wondered why.

    "Ah, there's the James I know," laughed Kyle.

    "I mean it, Kyle," said James.   "Leave it alone."

    "Fine, fine," said Kyle.   "I don't want to step on your toes."

    "When are you leaving?" asked James.

    "Soon," said Kyle, looking at me and smiling.

    "That's enough, Kyle," said my dad.   I almost jumped out of my skin when I heard him in the doorway.  He hadn't made a sound.  I wondered how long he was standing there.

    "I was just . . ."

    "You were just about to come downstairs and leave the boys alone," said my dad.  "They don't need you up here getting into their business."

    "I wasn't," replied Kyle.  He sounded like me and Evan when Dad talked to us that way.

    "You were," said my dad.   "Now, come downstairs and leave them alone."

    Kyle got up and followed my dad out of the room.  I heard them on the stairs.  They were talking about something, but I couldn't make it out.  I was too busy thinking about the fact that James hadn't minimized the window when my dad came in, and my dad hadn't said anything about me and James being naked.

    James closed the window he was browsing and stood up.  He walked over to the bed and picked up his clothes.  I watched him get dressed in silence.  I didn't know what to say to him, because I didn't understand why he was mad.  Kyle had no right to push him like that, but I didn't know what he was hinting at that got James so upset.

    "James, come down here for a moment, please," called my dad from downstairs.

    I was about to get up and follow him, but he shook his head.  There was a strange look on his face, and I wondered what my dad wanted and why James seemed to be so afraid of it.  Did my dad know about his dad and Josh? I didn't think that was it.  That couldn't possibly be it.  There had to be something else.  My dad was the straightest guy I knew.

    I sat there listening to their muffled voices.  I couldn't make out a word they were saying.  I really wanted to know what was going on, but I knew better than to walk down the stairs.  My dad would have a fit, and James would probably freak.  I was just going to have to wait for James to tell me what was happening.  I didn't think he ever would, though.

    After a few minutes, I heard the front door close, and James came back upstairs.  He didn't look at me.  He just flung himself on my bed face down.  I didn't know what to say to him, so I didn't say anything at all.  I just sat there and looked at him.

    "Christopher," called my dad.   "Come down here for a minute."

    I grabbed a pair of shorts and pulled them on before walking out of my room.  Sure enough, my dad was standing at the bottom of the stairs.  He didn't look mad, but then I didn't know what he wanted, either.   Maybe he was going to give me a lecture about sitting around naked with my friends.

    "Yes, Sir?" I asked when I got down the stairs.

    "Come to the den with me, Chris," he said, turning and walking away.

    I followed him, but my sense of dread was getting stronger.  I didn't like it when he lectured me, and I was sure that was exactly what I was going to get.  I just wished that he would just let me have it instead of drawing it out like this.

    He walked into the den and sat on his couch.   I looked around at all the new features of the room.  Josh and Kyle had been working very hard, and I barely recognized the den at all.  My dad's bed was over in the addition to the room with a big bay window behind the head of the bed.  The dressers and nightstands were new, and there was a curtain that Dad could close when Mom was here so she wouldn't be bothered by the light while he worked.

    "I like what they've done in here," I said, trying to soften him.

    "It does look nice," said my dad, looking around with me for a minute.

    "I can't believe they got it done so quick," I said.

    "What do you know about Cole and James and their father?" asked my dad, startling me.  He stopped looking around the room and looked directly at me.

    "What do you mean?" I asked, not knowing what else to say.

    "You know that Jason and Josh are gay, right?" he asked me.

    "Yes," I replied slowly.

    "Well, Jason is," he said.   "Josh claims to be bisexual like Cole."

    "What?" I asked, shocked that my dad knew about Cole.

    "Don't act so shocked, Chris," said my dad, smirking at me.  "I know a lot more about your friends than you think I do."

    "What do you mean?" I asked.

    "What more do you know about what goes on at James's house?" asked my dad, ignoring my question.

    "I know that his dad and Josh make movies sometimes," I said.  "And I know that one of them has some kind of show in St. Louis this weekend, and that's why James is here."

    "And you and James are getting along alright?" asked my dad.

    "We were until Kyle came over," I said.  "What was that all about, anyway?"

    "Don't worry about that," he said.   "I took care of that. Just be a friend to James, Chris. He needs one."

    "Yes Sir," I said.

    I couldn't believe it! My own dad know more about what was going on than I did.  He knew about Cole, and he knew about Jason and Josh.  What more did he know? Did he know about me and Tommy? Did he know about Alex? What about Evan? This was way more than I could process, and I didn't even have the answers to any of the questions.

    "And don't let any of them make you do anything that you don't want to do," said my dad.  "I mean it. If something happens that you are not comfortable with, tell me. You won't shock me with anything. I know all about Cole and Evan. I've known for a long time, Chris."

    "Dad, why did James get so upset when Kyle was here?" I asked, storing the information about him knowing about Cole and Evan away for later.

    "I'm not sure," he replied.   "I was hoping you knew a little more than I did. He is your friend, after all."

    "He wasn't until recently," I reminded him.

    "Well, just be his friend, Chris."

    That was the end of our conversation.  I was stunned that my father knew about Cole and Evan.  I didn't know how he could know, but I wasn't stupid enough to start asking questions now.  If he knew about Cole and Evan, could he know about me and Evan?

    I went back upstairs and found James exactly where he was when I left.  I sat down on the bed beside him, but I couldn't think of anything to say to him.  I didn't know what was wrong, so what could I say? I couldn't just ask him about it.  I got the idea that he really didn't want me to know about whatever it was, so I wasn't going to push.

    "What did your dad say about me?" he asked quietly.

    "He didn't say anything about you, really," I said.  "He talked more about Kyle."  It was a lie, but I didn't know what else to say to him.

    "He didn't talk about me at all?" he asked.

    "He asked me if I knew why you were upset," I said.

    "And what did you tell him?" he asked.

    "The truth," I said.  "I don't know why you are upset, but I'll be a friend and just be here for you. If you want me to know what's bothering you, you'll tell me."

    "Thanks, Chris," he said.  He rolled over and looked at me, and I was shocked to see tears in his eyes.  James had been crying.  Had he been crying the entire time I was downstairs?

    "That's what friends are for," I said.

    We were both quiet for a while.  We kept looking at each other, and I kept wondering what was going on.  My mind put together all sorts of things that could be going on.  I thought that maybe his dad was having wild parties or orgies in their house, and he was upset about it, but that didn't seem right.  I thought that maybe Cole was in on some of these movies, and that was upsetting him, but that would mean that my brother was in on them, too.  I just couldn't believe that one.

    I thought that maybe he liked Josh or something, but I couldn't see that one.  James wasn't all that comfortable with man to man sex.  It had to be something else.  I just didn't know what it was.   I would never know until he told me.  I'd talk to Evan about it when he got home.

    Boy did I ever have a lot to talk to Evan about.  First of all, our dad knew about him and Cole.  He deserved to know that one.  Then there was Kyle to talk about.  Maybe Evan knew what this was about.   It would feel wrong to go behind James's back, but I really wanted to know what was going on.  The only other way for me to find out was to ask Kyle, but that just seemed wrong all together.