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I have received a lot of emails about chapter 29.  Some of you were very upset with what happened in that chapter.  I'll say again that this story isn't supposed to be a wet dream come true.  This story is about the experiences of one homosexual teenager as he grows up.  Not everything that happens in life is good.  There are some things that hurt us, and Christopher's life is no different.

This will be the last chapter of this story.   This is only the first part of the chapter.  There will be more to come, but after this chapter, the story is over.  I know that a lot of you will be unhappy about that, but the story is over.  I need to focus on Boys Of Summer and Celebrity right now.  Celebrity is already finished, but I am polishing and editing it for Nifty.  Boys Of Summer doesn't have much further to go, and I need to get it finished.

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Christopher's Story

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Chapter 30

Part 1

The Last Chapter

    "That went well," said Ted as he walked into his room.  I followed him, and we both sat on the bed.

    "I told you I didn't want to see him," I said, looking away from him.

    "I didn't exactly set it up so that you would see him, Chris," he said.

    "I know you didn't," I replied.

    "So," he said quietly.

    "Yeah," I agreed.

    We looked at each other and instantly burst out laughing.  When we finally got control of ourselves, he just sat back against the wall.  He was smiling at me like an idiot.  I just looked at him for a minute and thought about how good he looked.  Ted had always been good looking, but since I'd moved back to Chicago, he'd gotten better looking.  His shoulders were broad, and his pecs showed through the shirt he was wearing.  His dark hair was cut short, and his face and arms were tanned.  He looked great.

    "What?" he asked when I just kept looking at him.

    "You're the one smiling," I pointed out.

    "Right," he said, looking away from me for a minute.  "What do you want to do?"

    "I don't know," I replied.  "I hadn't really thought about what I wanted to do when I got here."

    "We could go hang out at the Mall," he said.

    "We could," I said.

    "Come on," he said, standing up.  He still wouldn't look at me.  "Let's go shopping."

    We spent a lot of money at the mall.  Ted protested when I bought him a shirt and a pair of jeans, but I wouldn't take no for an answer.  We had a really great time together.  I'd really missed him, and it was nice to just hang out with him again.  We looked at outrageously priced clothes and electronics, and we laughed more than anything else.  Store clerks looked at us with stern looks from time to time, but we didn't care.  We were having fun.

    "So, what do you want to do now?" I asked as we left the mall.  "We've still got two hours before Jim comes home."

    "Well, I don't know," he said.  "What do you want to do?"

    "Let's just go back to your apartment and talk," I said.

    "We could do that," he said.

    I noticed that he was looking at me strangely again.  I'd caught him looking at me like that a few times that day.   I didn't know what to think of it, though, so I didn't ask him any questions.   I figured that when he wanted, he'd talk to me if something was wrong.  I was sure that it was probably just him thinking about Khayman and James again.  I still wasn't exactly ready to talk about those two.

   When we got back to his apartment, we played video games.  He was beating me badly at one game when the telephone rang.   He answered it, and after a few words, I knew it was Khayman.

    "He doesn't want to talk, Khayman," he said.  "I don't know. He hasn't told me anything. No, I won't get in the middle of this. This is between you and Chris."

    I took the phone out of his hand and put it to my ear.

    "Khayman," I said.

    "Chris, why are you so mad at me?" he asked quickly.  "Tell me what I did, so I can at least try to apologize for it."

    "Look," I sighed.   "There isn't anything you can say that will make it better, Khayman. Not this."

    "This what?" he begged.

    "I caught you," I said finally, and he was silent.

    "You caught me," he said quietly after a few minutes.

    "Don't pretend you don't know what I'm taking about," I spat.  "I went to see James after I got done at the gallery that morning, Khayman. First I heard you guys talking, and then I went upstairs and saw you both. I just want to know, was it worth it? Was he that good? I don't get it. I thought you were my friend."

    "Chris," he said.

    "No, you wanted to know why I was mad at you, and now you know," I said, cutting him off.  "Just know this, you and I are no longer friends, Khayman. We will never be friends again."

    That said, I hung up the phone.   I sat there for a minute and thought about what I'd done.  It hadn't been so hard to tell him all of that.  The only problem was that it hurt me.  He was supposed to be my friend, and James was supposed to love me.  I couldn't believe that they'd done this to me.  I'd made up my mind that I wasn't going to dwell on it, but after talking to Khayman, I couldn't think of anything else.

    "You alright?" asked Ted, snapping me out of my thoughts.

    "Yeah," I said after a minute.  "I guess I'm just still pissed off."

    "I can understand," he said.  "I won't ask any questions. I just want you to know that I am here for you, Chris. If you want to talk or if you just want to vent, I'll listen."

    "Thanks, Ted," I said, hugging him.

    We pulled apart when we heard the doorbell.  I noticed that Ted looked as if he'd been caught doing something wrong.   I was about to ask him about that when he got up and headed for the front door.   I felt like a complete asshole.  Something was bugging Ted, and I was too wrapped up in my own problems to see it until now.  I was going to have to drag it out of him before I went back to Springfield.

    I got up and went to the door myself when I heard Jim's voice.  He smiled when he saw me, and I threw myself into his arms.  He hugged me tight, and laughed as I squeezed him harder.

    "I missed you, too," he said, kissing the top of my head.

    "You're early," I said, smiling as I let him go.

    "Well, I got everything done, so I decided to just get out of there and come spend some time with you," he said.

    Ted helped me get my bags, and he went upstairs with us.  After we'd put everything in the living room, he talked to Jim for a few minutes, and then I walked him to the elevator.

    "Something is bothering you," I said as soon as the door was shut and we were in the hall.  "What is it?"

    "Nothing, Chris," he said, but he didn't look at me.

    "Come on," I said.   "I told you about Khayman and James."

    "I'm fine, Chris," he said.  "Really."

    "Alright," I said, giving up for a while.  "But we will have a talk before I leave, yes?"

    "Yes," he said, looking at me finally.  He smiled at me.  "You are damned persistent."

    "You're my friend, Ted," I said, hugging him.  "If something is bothering you, I want to know about it."

    "Go have fun," he said.   He walked to the elevator, leaving me to stare after him.

    That night, Jim and I rented a movie, and he tried to sit up through the movie, but he kept falling asleep.  I kept stealing glances at him when he wasn't paying attention.  When he was finally asleep, I stopped trying to hide the fact that I was looking at him.  His hair had fallen into his face, and he looked so sexy.  He was leaned over against the arm of the couch.  The popcorn bowl was sitting there between us.

    He moaned and shifted a little, and I could see that his dick was hard.  The front of his pants tented out, and I wanted to run my hand over the lump there.  I almost did just that before I caught myself.  I shook my head to rid myself of all the nasty thoughts that were running through my mind.  This was Jim, and there was no way I would ever do anything to hurt the relationship that we had forged.

    When the movie was over, I shook his arm gently to wake him up.  He stretched and yawned before looking over at me.   He smiled at me, and I felt my own dick start to harden.  God he was so sexy!

    "Guess I was a little tired," he said sheepishly, brushing the hair out of his face.

    "No big deal," I said, turning my eyes away from him.

    "It's late," he said, looking at his watch.  "I better head off to bed. You can stay up and watch the second movie if you want."

    As soon as he was in his room, I started to rub my dick through my jeans.  I couldn't believe how hot Jim could get me.  Maybe I was strange, but I seemed to get all worked up over guys that I knew I couldn't ever have.  I wondered what Dave would have to say about that.  Maybe I'd tell him about it during one of our sessions.

    During my week in Chicago, my days were spent with Ted and my nights were torture filled sessions of trying not to stare at Jim.  He'd become comfortable with me around, I guess.  He'd taken to changing into faded blue jean shorts and tight t-shirts when he got home.  I don't think he knew that just looking at him could almost make me cum in my jeans.

    Ted continued to act like something was bothering him, but every time I brought it up, he changed the subject.   He looked at me weird from time to time, too.  I didn't know how much longer I could put up with it without demanding that he talk to me.  He rarely ever smiled anymore, and I wondered if it had something to do with me not having anything to do with Khayman.  Puck had said that he'd caught Ted and Khayman having sex.  Maybe they were more than friends, and I was getting in the way of his spending time with him.

    On Friday, I'd decided that I'd had enough.  We had just come back from the Mall, and I cornered him in his room.   I put my bags down by the door and sat down beside him.  He put his head down like he'd been doing since I'd come to visit.

    "What's wrong?" I demanded.

    "Nothing," he said, trying to turn away from me.

    "No you don't," I said, grabbing his arm and holding him in place.  "Talk to me, Ted. We're supposed to be friends."

    "We are friends," he said.

    "Well, friends talk to each other," I said quickly.  "If something is bothering you, then I want to know what it is. If it has to do with me, then you have got to tell me. I can't fix it if you don't tell me."

    "Chris, just don't worry about it," he said.

    "No, Ted," I replied.   "Out with it."

    He was quiet for a while.   He just sat there and stared at me.  I could see that he wanted to talk, but for some reason he wasn't opening his mouth to say anything.  I wondered what could have him so upset.  If it was me, then maybe it was more than Khayman.  I would have thought that he'd have said something about it if that was it.

    "Do you remember when I told you that you and I would never be anything more than friends?" he asked, looking at me carefully.

    "Yes," I said.

    "You stopped hanging out with me after that," he said.

    "Ted . . ."

    "No, I understand," he said.  "It probably took a lot of courage for you to tell me that you liked me when all of the other shit was going on, and I didn't think about that."

    "You didn't know about all of it," I said, looking away from him.  The last thing I'd wanted to think about was the way life had been for me here.  Sure, everywhere I looked there were reminders, but I didn't want to talk about it.

    "I felt like shit when I found out that you were leaving," he said, getting up and pacing back and forth in front of me.  "You wouldn't even talk to me, and it was all my fault."

    "What happened to me here was not your fault," I replied.

    "It was my fault that you felt uncomfortable talking to me," he said, looking at me for a second.  "I should have listened to you when you talked about what was happening. I should have been there for you."

    "You were," I said, thinking about the first time Zack had tried to force his dick into my mouth.  I'd run to Ted, and he'd helped me.

    "No, I wasn't," he said.  "I liked you, Chris. I liked you a hell of a lot more than I ever admitted. I just didn't want anything to do with what was going on in your life. So when you told me that you liked me too, I just didn't want to get messed up with your mom and Zack."

    He stood right in front of me.   The look on his face was hard to read.  It was like he was ashamed, excited and angry all at the same time.  I didn't know what to say about what he'd told me.   I wished that he'd have had the guts to at least tell me that to begin with.   Maybe I would have understood.  Maybe I wouldn't have.

    "Ted, you don't have to be upset about this," I said.  "I don't care why you told me you weren't interested in me that way. We're friends, Ted."

    He slowly kneeled in front of me, and I swear I still didn't understand what he was doing.  When he started to undo my jeans, realization struck me like a ton of bricks.  Ted was going to suck my dick! I couldn't believe it.  He'd rejected me when I told him how I felt about him, and now he'd changed his mind? Well, I wasn't going to stop him.

    I took off my shirt and tossed it on the bed.  He licked my belly and kissed my hip bones.  He stroked my dick with one hand and kneaded my balls with the other.  He kissed the head of my dick before licking it all over, all the while he continued to rub my nuts.  I moaned in pleasure and hunched against his lips, smearing them with precum.  When he opened his mouth, I launched into it.

    He sucked me like the life's air was in my nuts, bobbing his head.  He'd look up at me, and I'd smile down at him.   He sucked harder as I smiled at him.  I couldn't believe he was doing it!

    "Oh, yes," I whispered.

    He moaned and sucked harder.

    I watched him, basking in the feel of his fingers on my balls as he caressed them softly, the feel of his warm mouth around my hard dick, and the firm suction he was applying.  I shuddered as I felt his tongue slide across the underside of my dick.  My knees tried to buckle, and I moaned.  He kept up the attention, never letting me down from the high he was causing.

    As if he knew that I was getting close to cumming, he took his mouth off my dick and started to tongue my balls.  I spread my legs wider for him, but I couldn't get them too far apart.  My jeans were still around my calves.  He didn't seem to care.  He sucked one, then the other of my nuts into his mouth and gave them both a thorough tongue bath.

    As soon as my nuts moved back down to hang loosely in their sack, he went back to sucking my dick.  This time, I didn't remain passive.  I put my hands on both sides of his head and fucking into his mouth while I held his head still.  He moaned and slurped as I fucked into his mouth, being careful not to force too much of my dick into his mouth and gag him.

    He put his hands around my ankles and pulled to let me know that I could put more of me into his mouth.  Soon, I felt his nose rubbing my pubic hair on each forward thrust.  He just moaned and started rubbing the backs of my legs.  He'd pulled my jeans down to my ankles, and his hands were all over my legs.

    Then, almost without warning, I erupted in his mouth like a raging volcano.  My orgasm raced through me, and I fell against the bed.  He sucked harder and used his tongue to milk the cum out of my dick.  I saw stars for a few minutes, and then he was crawling up beside me.  He looked me in the eye for a minute before his lips covered mine.

    "I've wanted this for so long," I whispered.

    "I've been wanting this, myself," he said, smiling.

    "Too bad it had to wait until the day before I have to go back to Springfield," I said.

    "I know," he said.

    I started to squirm, and he looked at me with that look in his eyes again.  I wanted to get to his dick.  I couldn't wait to get it in my mouth.  It was what I'd dreamed of so many times.   He wasn't making it easy for me, though.  Every time I tried to move, he applied pressure and effectively pinned me to the bed.

    "I want to suck yours now," I sighed as he put his hand on my chest and pushed me back down to the bed.

    "I want to fuck you, Chris," he said, looking me in the eye.

    I think I stopped breathing right then and there.  I don't know if I said anything or not.  Maybe I nodded my head, I don't know.  A million thoughts raced through my head as soon as those words were out of his mouth.  I wanted him so bad, but I was terrified of getting fucked.   I must have said something, though, because he smiled down at me with that sexy smile and licked his lips.

    The next thing I knew, I was on my stomach, and his face was in the crack of my ass.  I couldn't believe it, but Ted was actually rimming my hole! A million little bolts of electricity shot through me when his tongue made contact with my hole.  He licked around it and across it for a few minutes before he pushed his tongue inside it.  I moaned, and he went wild.  He shoved his tongue in and out of me, and I swear, after a while I could feel his tongue in my guts.  When he kissed my back, and I could still feel that feeling, I realized that his tongue had been replaced by a finger.  Soon after I made that discovery, another finger entered my ass.  Then I guess he found my prostate, because I saw stars, and I thought I came.

    Then the head of his lubed latex covered dick was at my hole.  I didn't know what to do now.  I wanted to tell him no, but at the same time I wanted it so bad I could taste it.  I didn't have a chance to make up my mind, though, because he applied pressure, and his dick started to slide into me.   He went slow, and he asked me over and over again if I was alright.

    When I finally felt his balls touch mine, he laid himself down on top of me and started to rock slowly, causing his dick to move in and out of me only a fraction at a time.  He curled his fingers in mine and kissed the back of my neck.  I was getting used to his dick inside me, and the initial pain had started to subside after a little while.  I pushed my ass back against him, and he knew exactly what I was trying to say.

    He raised up, ducked his head and started to fuck in and out of me faster, pulling out further each time.  His dick hit my prostate, and I wanted so bad to jack my dick, but every time I tried to reach under me, he pulled my arms back again.  At first it was like torture not to be able to jack off, but after a few more jabs to my prostate, I knew I didn't need to touch myself.   I felt like I was about to cum again already.

    God, it felt so good to have him inside me! I couldn't believe how good it felt.  He kept kissing my neck and whispering to me the whole time, and I just moaned and tried to squeeze his dick with my ass the way Evan had always squeezed mine with his.  I knew that I never wanted it to end.  I wanted to keep him inside me forever.

    That wasn't going to happen, though.  All too soon, he pushed his dick all the way into me, filling me to the brink, and then he was moaning, too.  I knew from the feeling of his dick getting harder that he was cumming.  When he was spent, he lay there on top of me for a few minutes until his breathing calmed down.  Then he let his dick slide out of my ass and rolled onto his side.  I turned in time to see him remove the condom that I hadn't even realized that he'd put on.

    Then he was pushing me over onto my back, and he ducked his head and lunged for my dick, swallowing me to the hilt.   Once it touched the back of his throat, I bucked, and my dick erupted in his throat.  He swallowed all I had to offer him.  He kept my dick in his mouth until it was soft, and then he crawled back up in the bed and held me in his arms.   We drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.

    "Wake up," he said, coaxing me out of sleep.

    I opened my eyes to look up at his smiling face.  He leaned forward and kiss my forehead, and then he smiled down at me, and I swore I could see love in those deep eyes of his.  God, I had wanted him for so long.  Now that I finally had him, I had to leave him again.  It wasn't fair.  I wanted to spend more time with him.

    "You have to get back upstairs," he said, smiling at me.  "Jim's home by now."

    "I know," I replied, looking away from him.

    "Chris, I'll come to Springfield to see you as soon as I can," he said.

    "I know," I replied still not looking at him.

    I wiggled out from under him and got up.  Just as I finished dressing, he wrapped his arms around me and held me tight.  I put my arms around him and hugged him back.  It felt so good to be in his arms.  I knew that Ted would never hurt me the way that James had, and I had to go back home and leave him here.

    "I love you, Chris," he whispered in my ear.

    I couldn't say that to him.   I didn't love him.  At one time I thought I did, but I'd grown up a lot since then, and I knew that I still loved James.  It hurt to realize that, but that didn't make it any less true.  I just held Ted tighter for a minute and then let go.  I looked into his eyes, and I saw that he really meant what he said.

    "I can't say that to you," I said quietly, still searching his eyes for his reaction.

    "I know," he said.   "I just wanted you to know."

    Just then we heard his parents come in.  I looked at the clock and saw that it was almost seven.  We'd been asleep a lot longer than I'd thought.  I waited while he got dressed, and then he walked me to the elevator.  We were both silent, and I'm sure he was thinking about me going home just as much as I was.  I didn't know what to say to him now.   There was so much that I should have said, but I couldn't form a sentence.

    "Finally," said Jim when I opened the door to his apartment.  He smiled at me and shook his head.   "I thought you would never get back."

    "Sorry," I replied.   "Time just got away from me."

    "No, don't worry about that," he said.  "I just wanted to take you out to dinner."

    "I'll go get changed," I said.

    I went to the bedroom and changed into one of the outfits I'd bought that day, and I made sure that everything was packed and ready.  I was leaving first thing in the morning.  My flight was at eight.   I couldn't believe that the week had gone by so fast.  I realized that I hadn't spent much time with Jim, and I felt bad about that.

    "Ready?" he asked when I came back to the living room.

    "Yeah," I said.

    He talked all the way to the restaurant.  He told me about the project he was going to be starting at work the following week.  I listened to him talk, but a sinking feeling was centering in my stomach.  I couldn't believe that I was getting this upset over leaving Chicago again.  I'd been so reluctant to visit until James had hurt me, and I realized that I felt safe with Jim and Ted.

    "You've been quiet," said Jim, snapping me out of my thoughts.

    "Sorry," I said.   "I've been thinking."

    "I'm going to miss you, too," he said.

    "I can't believe that the week is over," I said.  "I feel like I just got here yesterday, and tomorrow it will be time to fly home again."

    "I know," he said.   "I'm sorry that we didn't get much of a chance to hang out. I had no idea that I'd be so busy at work."

    "That's alright," I replied.  "I plan to visit you again soon."

    "Great," he said, smiling at me.

    "Ted and I had a great time this week," I said, thinking of how good it felt to hold him in my arms.

    "I'm glad," he said.   "I noticed when you lived here that you and Ted seemed to have some trouble."

    "Oh," I said.   "That was nothing."

    "Well, whatever it was, I'm just glad to see that you guys have sorted it out," he said.

    "Me too," I replied.

    "So, do you want to tell me what happened with James and Khayman?" he asked, throwing me off guard.

    I was silent for a little while.   I didn't know if I wanted to tell him about it or not.  He had a right to know why I wouldn't take phone calls from Khayman all week long, and he really did care about me.  I didn't even know why I didn't want to tell him about it.  I decided to just bite the bullet and tell him.

    "I caught them having sex," I said, looking out the window.

    "I'm sorry, Chris," he said.

    "It's over now," I replied.  "I never want anything to do with either of them again."

    "Are you sure?" he asked.  "Sometimes people make mistakes."

    "They knew what they were doing, Jim," I said.  "I heard them talking before I actually saw them."

    "Well just remember that sometimes a solution can be much more permanent than a problem," he said.

    "What do you mean?" I asked.

    "You love James, right?" he said, cocking an eyebrow at me and making me smile.

    "I thought I did," I admitted.  "But now I'm not so sure."

    "Because he hurt you?" he asked.

    "Well, at first I thought he hurt me," I said.  "I don't know how to explain what I'm trying to say."

    "I just want to make sure that you don't cause yourself any unnecessary suffering, Chris," he said.   "If you feel that you can't forgive James, then I'll support that. If you feel that you can't forgive Khayman, I understand that."

    "I can't forgive Khayman," I said, shaking my head slightly.  "He was supposed to be my friend. What he did wasn't very friendly."

    "No, it wasn't," said Jim.  "Like I said, I understand why you wouldn't be able to forgive Khayman. I'm more concerned with what you think and feel about James now."

    "Well that's just it," I said.  "I'm not as upset about this as I thought I was. I don't know how to explain it."

    "Do you love James?" he asked seriously.

    "I love James as a person and as a friend," I said slowly.  "But I don't love him in the way that I just couldn't do without him."

    "What do you mean?" he asked.

    "Well," I said, trying to chose my words carefully.  "Before this happened, I thought that James and I were made for each other. I thought that he was the one."

    "Well, you are awfully young to be thinking about that sort of thing," he said.

    "Right, and I think that I was more in love with the idea than the reality," I said.

    "That's a very mature way to look at this," he said.

    "Well, mature or not, I don't love James the way that I thought I did," I said.  "I guess I was lying to him the whole time."

    "No," he said quickly.   "You weren't lying to him anymore than he was lying to you."

    "What do you mean?" I asked.

    "Well, if he loved you the way that he said he did, then he wouldn't have had sex with your friend," he said.   "And if you loved him the way you said you did, then you would have fought for him."

    "I think I see what you're saying," I said, thinking it over.

    "Chris, just don't beat yourself up over this," he said.  "The fact that he cheated on you doesn't mean anything about you. It's about him. You have to understand that you did nothing wrong in the first place."

    "I know that," I said.   "I just can't figure out why he did it."

    "I was saying that sometimes people make mistakes," he said.  "That's true, but after hearing more about it, I don't think that James made a simple mistake. It sounds like he and Khayman knew what they were doing, and they didn't care about what would happen when or if you found out."

    "That's the way it looked to me," I replied, turning to look out the window.

    "Well, then what you have to understand is that they were wrong," he said.  "Not you."

    "I know I wasn't wrong," I replied.  "But I think I know why James was doing what he was doing."

    "And why is that?" he asked.  "That is, if you don't mind telling me."

    "Well," I said, trying to carefully chose my words.  Jim is a straight man, after all.  "When James and I had sex, there was something that he wanted that I wouldn't give him."

    "I see," he said slowly.   "So, he went running to Khayman to get what you wouldn't give him?"

    "Yes," I replied.   "The problem now is that I don't know why I wouldn't just give him what he wanted. I told myself then that I wasn't comfortable with it, but now I'm not so sure that was all there was to it."

    We didn't talk about it for the rest of the evening.  We had dinner in a very fancy restaurant, and Jim talked about his new project at work.  I listened, but I kept thinking about what it was going to be like when I got back home.  School would start Monday, and I wouldn't be going back to Springfield High.  I hadn't let myself worry about that until now.  I didn't know what to expect in the new school.

    Sure, I would be with Puck every day, but I would miss Tommy.  I would miss James, too.  That was what was really bothering me.  I missed James.  I didn't miss the sex, I missed him.  We were friends before we decided to become lovers.  I wished that things could just go back to the way they were between us before we'd decided to have sex.

    That night, I could hardly sleep.   A million thoughts were running through my head.  I'd finally got to have sex with Ted.  That was a mind blower in itself, but to top it off, I'd let him fuck me.   Now I didn't know why I was so reluctant to be a bottom.  Ted hadn't hurt me.   I didn't even know the real reason why I was so scared of it to begin with.   I'd actually liked it.

    The talk I'd had with Jim was still on my mind, too.  I really needed to think about what I felt about James.   Until recently, I really believed that I was in love with him.  Recent events had shown me that I was never really in love.  That seemed unfair to James.   Sure, he'd cheated on me, but I had lied to him the whole time we were together.   I guess he'd lied to me, too.

    I must have fallen asleep thinking about that, because the next thing I knew, Jim was waking me up to get ready to go to the airport.  I hated small planes, and I hated mornings.  I got up and showered, though.  By the time I was dressed and ready, Jim had breakfast on the table, and Ted was there.

    "Morning, you," he said when I came into the kitchen.  My bags were all lined up next to the door, so I knew that Jim had taken care of packing for me.  I was glad.

    "Good morning," I replied, sitting across from Ted.

    "I can't stay long, but I wanted to come and see you before you left," he said.

    "I'm glad you did," I replied.  "I don't know when I'll be back in Chicago."

    "Well, if everything goes right, I plan to come to Springfield during Winter Break to see you," he said, smiling.

    "That'd be great," I said. 

    "Well, I need to get going," he said.  "I'll see you soon."

    I watched him go and then turned to my breakfast.  Jim and I didn't talk much while we ate.  I wasn't really sure what was making me so quiet.  I was ready to go back home.  I was going to miss Jim and Ted, but after last night, I was actually looking forward to going home.   Even after all the thinking I'd done about it, I still wasn't so sure that I wanted to see James.  Sure, I missed him, but I was still mad at him.

    When I finally got home, Dad had Puck and Tommy waiting at the house with Evan and Kendal.  Everyone was happy to see me.  They all asked a million questions all at the same time.  I'd only been gone a week.  I couldn't get over how excited they were to see me.  They stayed until around seven, and then Dad told the guys that it was time for them to leave.

    After everyone was gone, Dad, Evan, Kendal and I sat down to a family dinner.  It was nice to be with them all together like that.  We talked about what was going on in each of our lives.  I told them a little more about my trip to Chicago then I had revealed when Tommy and Puck were still there.

    The next day, I went to school with Puck, and I found out that I had very little to worry about.  Everyone seemed to like me very quickly.  When they found out that I was an artist, everyone wanted to talk to me.  I was instantly popular, and Puck was with me almost all the time.   I'd never felt so good about going to school in my life.

    After school every day, Tommy would come over, and he, Puck and I would hang out.  We'd work on homework and then just goof off.  We had a great time together.  I'd been home for almost two weeks, and I hadn't heard from or seen James.  Cole came over almost every day to hang out with Evan, but he rarely ever spoke to me.

    I tried out for the school's baseball team and actually did very well.  I became short stop, and Tommy and Puck were at every game.  Puck's mom threw a party for the entire baseball team after our first game.  We had a blast.  Tommy and Evan were there, and Cole even came.   He did his best to stay away from me, though.  I didn't mind.  If he didn't want to talk to me, then I wasn't going to force him.

    School took up most of my time.   When I wasn't hanging out with Tommy and Puck, I was painting.  I had so many paintings that Dad started to hang them all over the house.  He said he was sad to see them leave when I took them to the gallery.  The paintings sold quickly, though, and I was constantly replenishing the supply.  My asking prices for the paintings were rising, and my bank account was getting very fat.  I was even more successful now than ever.

    To spend a little money, and to make a little more, I bought half of Cory's gallery.  My dad wasn't as thrilled about it as I'd thought he would have been, but after Cory explained that everything was legitimate, and that my father had to sign for me, my dad agreed to it.  He told me that I would be responsible for everything that had to do with the gallery.  He said he wasn't going to come running to help me every time I got stuck.

    Cory explained to him that mostly, I was a silent partner.  I just collected a check and went on painting just like before.  Dad seemed to relax a bit more after that.  I didn't really understand why he had gotten so upset about it to begin with.  Tommy and Puck were ecstatic when I told them, and I didn't understand their reactions either, but I celebrated with them anyway.

    Ted and Jim came down for my birthday party.  It was a small event that Dad threw at the house.  Tommy and Puck were there.  Sheldon came, too, but he didn't say a word about James.  I was kind of curious about what James was up to lately, but I didn't ask him any questions.   Cory and his lover came to the party, too.  Kendal came home from school to be there, and we all just gathered around the table for cake and ice cream.

My other stories on Nifty:

Detahz can be found in the Adult/Youth section.
Nicholas And Mark can be found in the Incest section.
Boys Of Summer can be found in the Adult/Youth section.
Midnight Encounter can be found in the Adult/Youth section.
Celebrity can be found in the Celebrity/Boy Bands section.


For a complete list of all of my stories, go to my website.