Date: Thu, 5 Oct 2006 16:52:45 -0700 (PDT)
From: shane devero <shane_devero@yahoo.com>
Subject: seduced by the boys (part 7)

	When we got to Bobby's house his parents were waiting on us. They
were inside cleaning away trying to get the place ready to move into by the
weekend. Bobby was more nervous than he was on our first exploration into
the world of sex. He took a deep breath and said, "Hey everyone. I'm in
love." With a look of terror, Steve and Jason ran towards the other end of
the house. His step dad, being his usual self, said, "Who in their right
mind would have a scrawny little shit like you? Look at you, you've been in
this town what?..Five days and now you are saying you are in love? Get over
it and get busy!"

I could feel the tension rise up inside of him and he said it again. This
time his dad wasn't so nice. He grabbed Bobby by the shirt and told him to
shut up with that stupid stuff and get to work. But Bobby wasn't about to
let this be how his life was going to go. Bobby just grabbed my hand and
started to walk down the hall. We hadn't gotton ten steps in when his dad
caught a glimps of us. "Holy hell no! You have got to be kidding me! I will
have no part of a faggot turning my son into one!" And he grabbed me and
threw me out the back door. He told me to take my sissy ass home and never
come back. Bobby was screaming at the top of his lungs for his dad to shut
up and leave me alone. I was crying in the back yard when the door closed
leaving me outside and my love on the inside. I set there and could hear
the yelling from inside the house. This is what I heard.

"You don't even know him Steven!" Bobby said.

"Ah! I could tell there was somting about that kid when we met him! He's
probably a little cock sucker looking for some new candy and it won't be
one of my boys!" his dad yelled.

"Leave him alone! I am the one this is about! Me! Not Shane!" Bobby yelled
back.

"You are not to be seen at all with that boy! If that is even what he is!
What did he do? Give you your first blow job and now you think you are in
love with him?" his dad asked.

"No! It wasn't my first of anything! You weren't around when I got my
first! And to be honest...I gave him his!" Bobby yelled.

[smack!] was all I heard then a bunch of crying. His dad came running out
the back door and got right in my face. "I told you to get out of here you
little queer son of a bitch! And don't ever come back!"

I got up and moved to the path leading out the gate. I looked back and I
could see Bobby in the window with a bloody nose. I signed the words I Love
You to him and he repeated them back to me. My heart was breaking at the
thought of him having to stay in that house with that man. When I got to my
house, I set down on the porch and cried. What am I going to do? I need to
be there with Bobby. Who was going to take care of him? Who was going to be
there through all the bad dreams? I was so hurt and confused I didn't know
what to do. I thought about telling Mom and Dad, but I was afraid they
would tell me to just stay away from there for a while. But I can't do
that. I got up and walked back down the street to see if I could catch a
glimpse of my lover or to hear anything else.

When I got there there was still a bunch of yelling. I heard Bobby tell his
dad everything about his past. He told him about the rape. He told him
about how he still has nightmares about it and he told him about how he
loves me and there was nothing he could do to stop it. His dad was yelling
at Bobby's mom asking her why she never told him any of this. And she would
gently answer all his questions. His dad was still unchanging in his
insistance that he not be allowed to be near me ever again. At that point I
heard Bobby ask how he could stop him from seeing me? And his dad told him
that he would make him move to New York to live with his grandparents.

"I will just run away!" Bobby yelled.

"Well every time you show up here I will send your ass to jail until they
send you right back there! You won't see my boys! And you won't see your
mother! And you won't be seeing that faggot boyfriend of yours!" he said.

"ENOUGH!" I heard his Mom yell. "Steven...I love you. But you will never
keep me from seeing my son! Can't you see what he has been through in his
life? He was raped and almost died from it! Yes I should have told you. But
you would have never excepted him as your son!"

"He is not my son! I won't have a queer for a boy! If he wants to be with
that boy so bad...let him go there and live! But he will never get a dime
off of me! And as long as I am in this house...he won't be!"

"Fine!" I heard Bobby yell. "You ain't my daddy anyway! I don't need you to
tell me what I can and can't do! Maybe I will go and live with Shane!"

"Don't you ever say his name in this house again! Don't you look at me that
way! Just get out of my face right now! And no, that doesn't mean you go to
your boyfriends house! If you want to be a sissy girl...maybe I can arange
that for you." he said.

I heard the door open so I ducked in behind some bushes. Bobby's step dad
came within twenty feet from where I was standing and paced around. "I
can't believe this. A faggot son! I don't need a faggot son. Here my boys
are, straight as an arrow and I don't need his faggot genes getting all
over them. I can't believe this! I don't care if he was gang raped by a
hundred different men. I don't care if they messed him up so bad you could
stick a watermellon up his ass, there is no excuse to be a pansy. I'm gonna
have to talk with my boys. If I had a brother like that I would have beat
the queer right out of him. Little faggot son of a bitch. Why can't he like
pussy instead of dicks? Why can't he be normal like my boys? If we wouldn't
have moved here and he wouldn't have met that queer at the hotel. He can't
live here. Not with my boys. And I better not find out he's done anything
to them...I will kill him myself!"

I was setting there as quiet as a mouse. He rambled on calling Bobby and me
all kinds of names. I knew if he seen me ther he would kill me. I was
holding back so many tears. I wanted to hit that man so bad. I wanted to
scream my love for Bobby. But all I did was set there and listen to a
homophobic idiot. After a half an hour or so...he went back in his house. I
moved from my position and went back home. Dad was gone and Mom was setting
in the living room when I got home. She seen the look on my face and the
tears in my eyes and instantly knew there was something very wrong.

"What happened Shane?" she asked.

"Bobby's dad. He don't understand. Bobby just wanted us to be able to live
a normal life with our families." I cried.

She came over and hugged me trying her best to ease the pain in my
heart. My stomach was hurting and I was starting to feel light headed. I
told her everything that he had said. All the names he used for us and
everything. She was comforting me when I threw up. It was nothing but
blood. The sight of it caused me to pass out. The next thing I knew, I was
waking up in the hospital. Mom and Dad were looking over me with a sad look
on their face. When Dad noticed I was awake he hugged me. "You geve us
quite a scare buddy. You've been out for several hours."

"What happened to me?" I asked.

Mom came over and took my hand. "You have a stomach problem. When you got
upset it caused an ulcer to start bleeding inside you and you got sick and
passed out. They are keeping you in the hospitol for the night. You have to
have some good rest here."

"Why is my throat hurting so bad?" I asked her.

"They had to run this scope down your throat and fuse the ulcer shut." then
she started crying.

"What's wrong? I'm fine now. Please don't cry." I told her.

About that time the doctor came in to have a look. He told me what they had
done then he looked at Mom and Dad and sighed. "Shane. When we went into
your stomach we found a spot. It was about as round as a golf ball. We took
a biopsy of it and it came back malignant."

"What does that mean? I going to be ok right?" I asked not knowing.

"Chances are that you will be alright. But what it means is that you have
stomach cancer. Its treatable........" was all I heard.

I started crying so hard. Mom and Dad were too. All I heard of the Doctors
words was cancer. And I knew that it seemed everyone I had ever known to
have cancer had died. Here I was, finally happy in my life and now I am
going to die. I needed to see Bobby. I needed his comfort now more than
anything. Mom was holding my hand an rubbing my hair. Dad was holding the
other with a grip like a vice. The doctor was explaining proceedures to
them and telling them that I would have to have surgury soon. I was laying
there thinking of Bobby and getting more scared by the minute. When the
doctor left the room I looked up at my parents and said, "Bobby."

"We are going to see if we can get in touch with his family." Dad said. "We
tried earlier but his Dad wouldn't take our calls. But I know he has to
work tonight, so maybe his Mom will."

"Can we call him now?" I asked.

"We can try to Shane. But don't get your hopes up honey." Mom said.

She picked up the phone by the bed and dialed the number to the hotel.
Bobby's mom picked up the phone. I couldn't make out much of the
conversation except Mom telling her I was sick in the hospitol, and mom
saying yes to a lot of questions. The conversation must have went on for a
half an hour or so before she hung up. Mom aid she needed to talk to Dad in
the hallway. This can't be good.

After five minutes or so, they came back in and looked at me. "Shane, would
you like to have a roomate?" Mom smiled.

"Are you kidding?" I asked.

"Listen son before you answer. I know you boys are in love with each
other." Dad whispered. "Me and your Mom are OK with that, but if he moves
in, you have to promise that you won't let your school work slack at
all. This is like a marriage, 50/50, and you have to respect each other."

"Dad, you know how I feel about him. He's all I ever wanted in my life. He
is who I want to marry for real." I answered as quiet as I could.

"You know we would do anything for you. But believe it or not, this will
take a lot of adjusting." Mom said.

"I know Mommy. But we will do our very best." I looked at them and Dad
walked out the door. "Where is he going? He's not mad is he?"

"No Shane. Bobbys dad is gone to work right now so your dad has to go pick
up Bobby from the Hotel. Tomorrow when you get home, we have to go have
some papers drawn up so that Bobby can legaly live with us. His dad will
probably fight us all the way on this, but according to his Mom, Steven has
no parental rights over him. And she wants him to be happy. And if that
means being with you...then she is willing to sign custody over to us. She
knows that his step dad will never let him stay there after this." she
explained.

"But what if I....." she stopped me.

"Nothing is going to happen to you. Don't ever think it...don't ever say
it." she told me. "But me and your Daddy thinks it would be best if you
told Bobby tomorrow when you get home. Can you do that?"

"Yes Momma." I said.

She set ther on my bed running her fingers through my hair until Dad got
back with Bobby with him. Bobby started crying when he seen me. Mom and Dad
stepped out in the hallway to give us some privacy.

"Are you OK?" I asked.

"Don't worry about me. You are the one in this hospitol bed. What happened
to you?" he asked.

"Let's talk about it tomorrow when I get to come home." I told him. "Do you
think you will be ok there by yourself tonight?"

"I will be OK." then he leaned in and kissed me softly on the lips. I
kissed back.

It wasn't long after that when the nurse came in and gave me a shot of
medicine and I drifted off into sleep with my lover watching over me.

more to come.....


Sorry....but life isn't all about sex...and the words people use are not
always the words we like to hear. Things hurt...words are no exception...I
hate the words I had to use in this part of the story...but I have heard
them now for 15 years. Im sorry if they offended anyone. Life is too short
for hate. email me at shane_devero@yahoo.com