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by
Erastes
Copyright 2017 by Erastes
Chapter
56
- Something Unexpected.
On Thursday, I had the boys hurry through their noon hour routine, because I needed to run to the rec department office to drop off the scripts for the next two plays so they could make copies of them. When I got there, I gave the secretary the scripts and asked her to make sure fifty-five copies of the first play were run off, along with thirty-five copies of the second play. She agreed to see that it was done and then she'd have someone bring the copies and the originals to the park.
I spent the next couple of days telling the kids about the play and the various roles, and then I asked them to let me know which parts they might be interested in. Once I'd collected that information, I listed their names next to the roles they wanted, so I could start making my decisions. We did some role playing in between, so I could decide who might be best for each part.
Now that I'd started working on the second play, and Danny and Alex were part of our lunch hour group, things started to fall into a pattern. The boys didn't ask to include Danny and Alex when we went to the Y, though, so it seemed they were merely going to be part of the 'afternoon delight' sessions, which was fine with me.
I was very busy over the weekend and the week that followed, since I had a lot on my plate. The weekends were always jam packed, with Hunter staying over on Friday and Saturday night, going to the Y on Saturday and Sunday, and having the boys over for sex on Saturday and Sunday afternoons. During the rest of the weekend, I'd be trying to squeeze in my housework, doing the laundry, and going over my notes so I could decide who to give the various roles to for the next play. I thought I had it all worked out by Sunday night, so I went into work ready to announce who would have which parts.
I'd be using everyone this time around, since there were forty-eight roles and I didn't have that many participants in the acting program, so some of the kids would be filling more than one part. Every role had at least one speaking line, and I'd try to make sure that each person with just one or two lines got a second role too, depending who was in the scene at the time.
During the following week, I assigned parts, handed out scripts, and we began our walk through of each scene so the kids would see how it would all play out. Some of the kids had told their parents about the play, and one afternoon I had a small group of mothers come up to me and offer their help with preparing the costumes. I explained that we'd be only using 'suggestive costuming' for this play, rather than trying to recreate authentic costumes. For example, the kids would be asked to wear white or tan shorts with white knee socks, and the British soldiers would wear red tee-shirts, while the colonial troops wore blue tee-shirts to differentiate them.
After we talked about it for a brief time, the mothers suggested they would get the kids involved to give them a tee-shirt to dye the appropriate color for their role, so they would all be consistent. They also offered to buy packages of inexpensive white socks the kids could use, plus they would buy foam from the craft shop to make hats. Of course they would be hollow in the middle and various kids could use them when they went on stage, and they would make black tricorn hats for the soldiers, brown tricorn hats for the colonists, and black cocked hats for the military officers.
Once the costuming had been taken care of, I put the kids to work making the various props and set pieces we'd need, which would all be very simple too. That pretty much took care of the rest of the week, and I was still working on these things on Friday afternoon when an unexpected visitor came to park - it was Braedon's mother.
"Where's Braedon?" she said when she came up to me.
"I believe he just went outside with the other boys to toss the Frisbees around. Why? What's wrong?"
"I'm glad he's not in here at the moment, because I need to speak with you in private."
"Sure, we can use the office," I stated, but I was extremely concerned as to what this might be about. Had her husband found out about Braedon? Or worse yet, had he discovered what the boys did when they were with me?
I led her inside, had her sit down, and asked if she wanted some water. "No, I just need to tell you some really terrible news, and I also want to ask for your help."
"Certainly. What's going on?"
"Your friend, Colton, and my husband are both dead."
"What? What the hell happened?"
"It was my husband's fault. He'd filed a grievance over his last evaluation at work, and your friend, Colton, was in charge of dealing with the situation. He held a meeting with all of the parties involved in the dispute, and in the end he decided against my husband, which made him furious. He'd been ranting and raving about it for a couple of days, but I thought he'd eventually calm down and let it drop. I was wrong about that."
"Why? What did he do?"
"I wasn't aware of it at the time, but my husband must have taken one of his guns with him when he went to work this morning, and he used it to shoot your friend. I was told that he went to the HR office and started screaming at Colton and making a huge scene, so someone else in the office called security for help. Before any of the security officers arrived, though, they said my husband pulled the pistol out of the back of his pants and shot Colton. No one had seen the gun, because he'd pulled his shirt over it to conceal the fact that he was armed.
"Once he fired the fatal shot, the other people either raced out of the office or barricaded themselves in the smaller offices, and one of them also called 911. When the security officer arrived, he tried to talk my husband down and disarm him, but my husband shot him too, and then my husband tried to get out of there. The police arrived just as my husband was trying to leave the building, and when they ordered him to stop, he fired at them too. They shot back and killed my husband."
My head was spinning, but I knew I had to remain calm. "I'm sorry to hear this, so what can I do to help? Do you want me to find Braedon for you?"
"Yes, and I want you to stay with us when I explain this to him. He likes and trusts you, so I think he'll need you more than he needs me. Since you had a gay friend and seemed to get along so well with him, I think you'll be able to help Braedon too."
"Wait! I'm not sure what that has to do with anything."
"Look, I know Braedon's gay and I've been very worried about him, because I was afraid of what my husband might do if he figured it out as well."
"You've lost me."
"Look, it's something a mother can tell, or just knows. I've watched my son for the past couple of years and realized that he's interested in boys, not girls. My suspicions were confirmed when I noticed the wine bottle in his room. Since I knew he didn't have it because he'd been drinking, I had a good idea what he was using it for."
"Did you share this information with your husband?"
"Good heavens, no! I was afraid of what he'd do if he knew about Braedon. I'm telling you this because I think you can help my son. He was never very close to his father, because they didn't have very much in common, so I'm not sure how he's going to react to this news. I'm also fairly certain that we're going to be bombarded by reporters asking questions for the next few days, and I'd like to protect him from that. Would you be willing to let him stay with you until the worst of this blows over? I think he'll be better off being with you than at home for the time being, because he'll need a man who he can talk to about his feelings. If you don't mind, would you do this for us - I mean for him?"
"Of course! I'd be happy to help out. I'm sure he'll be dealing with a lot of emotions because of what happened, so I'll do my best to help him get through this, if that's what you want."
"I do, because I have a feeling he'll need someone like you to help him get through this - someone other than his mother. Besides, I've seen how he looks at you and how much happier he's been since he's been hanging around you and the other boys, so I have a feeling you're his best option."
"Ok, let me go get him and I'll bring him back here so you can tell him what happened."
"And while you're doing that, I'll bring his suitcase in here so you'll have it. I packed it before I left the house and it's in the car, because I was hoping you'd do this for him."
"I'm just glad it's almost time for me to get off work and I'll have tonight and the rest of the weekend to spend with him."
"Yes, I'm glad it worked out this way too, because I'm going to have a great many other things to deal with. Besides the reporters, I'll also have to arrange the funeral, start contacting people, and do the paperwork so we can collect on the insurance, so I'm glad you're willing to do this for us."
"I'm happy to help, and please let me know if there's anything else I can do."
"The only thing might be for you to stay with Braedon at the funeral, but you can also see if he wants to come to the calling hours. I'll leave that up to him."
"Ok. That's something else I'll talk to him about, but now I'll go see where he is."
I spotted the boys as soon as I went outside, because they were the only ones out on the grass throwing Frisbees around. I walked up to the group and waited for them to stop when they saw me.
"Hey, Mr. Roberson. Do you need somethin'?" Tucker asked when he spotted me.
"Yes, I need to speak with Braedon."
"Do you need the rest of us too?" Nolan followed.
"No, just Braedon for now."
Braedon was looking at me confused, but he walked over to see what I wanted. I put my arm around his shoulder and spoke. "Let's do this inside."
"Am I in trouble?" he asked as he walked beside me.
"No, your mother is in the office and she has something to tell you."
He looked at me even more confused as I led him into the building and over to the office. We went inside and his mother was sitting in the same chair, so I sat down in the other one. As I was taking my seat, I noticed the suitcase sitting beside the desk, but I wasn't sure if Braedon had notice it too, because he was focused on his mother.
"Mom, what's up?"
"Come here, honey. I have some bad news to share with you."
His mother then wrapped her arms around him and relayed the same story that she had told me. I was only mildly surprised that he didn't cry or get hysterical, since I didn't know how much affection he had for the man. Braedon was so afraid of his father that it made me wonder if what I was seeing was relief. After a slight pause, however, she added something else.
"I think you've been scared of your father and worried about how he might react to your situation, so at least that's behind you now."
Braedon's eyes nearly shot out of their sockets when she said this. "What do you mean? What are you talkin' about?"
"Look, you don't have to hide it any more, because I'm not like your father. You are what you are, and I love you no matter what. I just want you to be happy and safe."
"Mom! What are you getting at?"
"Braedon, dear, I've known for quite a while now that you're gay, and that's ok. I suspected you were worried about your father, though, and I was too, but now he's no longer in the picture, so you don't have to hide it any longer."
Braedon's mouth dropped open in disbelief. "You knew?"
"A mother can spot the signs, even if no one else can."
"How long have you known about this?"
"Maybe a year or two."
"Why didn't you say somethin'?"
"I thought it would be best if you didn't realize that I knew, because I didn't want you to do something that might allow your father to figure it out as well."
"Yeah, you're probably right, but I would have felt better knowin' you didn't hate me for being gay, like he would have."
"I'm sorry that I didn't let you know, but now you do. I hope you also understand that it doesn't bother me, and there's nothing more to worry about." After she said that, Braedon threw his arms around her neck and gave her a big hug, and she lifted her arms to hug him back before she spoke again.
"Look, I've asked Mr. Roberson to let you stay with him for a few days, because there's going to be a lot happening and I don't think you'll want to be part of it. I've packed some things for you and put them in the suitcase," she added as she motioned to it, "and Mr. Roberson has agreed to do that for us."
"So I'm gonna be stayin' with you?" he asked as he looked over at me. When I nodded, he shot over in my direction and gave me a hug too. "Thank you."
I saw his mother smile weakly when he did that, and when he released me from the hug, I picked him up and set him on my knee. "I think your mother wants to know if you want to go to the funeral and the calling hours."
"Yeah, I do. He was still my dad, even if I was scared of him."
"So you want to come to both, honey?" his mother followed.
"Yeah, I think I should do that."
"Mr. Roberson, how long before you'll be ready to leave?" she asked.
I looked out the window in the door and saw that Patty and Paul had arrived. "I can leave any time now."
"Ok, I'll run home to get Braedon's suit, shirt, and tie for him to wear, so where can we meet for me to give it to you?"
"Why don't I just come over to the house and pick it up?"
"I'm not sure who might be hanging around, so maybe it would be better if he doesn't get caught up in that."
"What if I have the other boys stay with him at my house while I run over to your place alone. I'll just let them know what's going on and they can stay with him until I get back."
"Will you be alright doing that, honey?" she asked her son.
"Yeah, I think it would help if they knew bout this too."
"Ok, then I'll go home and get your things ready for Mr. Roberson to pick up."
"I'll be there shortly. I just want to take a few minutes to tell the boys what's going on and get them squared away at the house."
"Ok. So do you know where we live?"
"The boys can explain it to me, so go ahead and I'll see you there in a bit."
She left, so I explained about the suitcase to Paul and Patty before I took Braedon outside to get on our bikes and take off. I knew the other boys would be showing up at the house soon to get their backpacks, so I figured I'd tell them when they showed up. Once they were all there, I called them into the living room for a chat.
"Look, things might be a little messed up for a while," I began when I had their attention. "Something awful has happened, so I'm going to be taking care of Braedon for a few days." I then explained about the shooting.
After the boys expressed their sympathy to Braedon, Jon asked a question. "So we're not gonna do the stuff we normally do?"
"We'll talk about that later, because I want to see how Braedon is doing first. You can still come over tomorrow, and I'll let you know then if anything's going to change. Would you boys mind staying here with him until I get back?"
"Yeah, where you goin'?" Hunter wanted to know.
"I'm running over to his house to pick up a few things for him."
"Ok, we'll stay here until you get back," they agreed, and then I asked them to explain how to get to Braedon's house.
Once I knew where I was going, I got in the car and drove over to see Braedon's mother. I had to park along the street, because there was a TV crew in the driveway waiting to speak with her. I wasn't sure how I was going to get past them or how this was going to work out, but I casually walked up to the door and knocked. I saw her peek out the window first to see who it was, and then she opened the door quickly, grabbed my arm, and yanked me inside.
"Just as I suspected, the vultures were camped out here when I got back. There were two TV crews here when I arrived, but one left when I wouldn't speak with them."
"I'm sorry that you have to put up with this crap."
"Thanks, and here's Braedon's clothes that you'll need."
"Thank you, and did you happen to pack his swimsuit in the suitcase?"
"No, I never considered that. Do you think he'll need it?"
"Going to the Y might be a good distraction that will allow him to work off some of his excess energy."
"Ok, let me go get it for you."
When she came back, she handed it to me. "Thanks for looking after him. I'm not sure how he would have dealt with this, especially on top of everything else."
"Yes, I know, and I'm happy to help."
I then left and got away from there as quickly as I could, but the reporters still followed me to my car and asked if I was related to the shooter. I managed to get in the driver's seat and got out of there without saying anything, but I was convinced they'd recorded my license plate number, so they could still track me down if they were determined.
I stopped at the park first and picked up the suitcase, since we couldn't take that with us on the bikes, and then I drove to the house. When I got there, one of the boys opened the door for me and I took Braedon's things inside and carried them to my bedroom. Then, I went to the living room to speak with the boys.
"Thanks, guys, for doing this for me."
"No problem," Tucker replied.
"Yeah, we're worried about Braedon too," Nolan added.
"I know, and we both appreciate that, but you'd better head home now, or your parents are going to be worried about you too."
"Ok, we'll see you tomorrow then," Gary stated as the boys got up to leave. That was all except Hunter.
"Ummm, will I be able to come back later?" he asked, looking concerned.
"Hang on for a sec. Let me see the others off first."
I went out with the other boys and said goodbye to them before going back to speak with the other two. When we were all in the living room again, I sat Braedon down and asked him a question. "Hunter's offered to come back later, after he has dinner with his mother, if you want some company other than just me."
"Yeah, that would be good."
"Ok, as long as you don't mind."
"Nah, I don't."
I then walked Hunter out and said goodbye to him, because I wanted to say something to him in private. "You can come back, but I'm not sure if there will be any sex tonight. I'm going to be focused on Braedon and what he needs."
"Yeah, I know, and that's ok. I just want to be with you too."
"Ok, then I'll see you in a little while. Just be careful going home and coming back here."
"You should know I'm always careful," he said as he pedaled away. I merely waved at him before I went inside.
"So what would you like to eat?" I asked Braedon.
"I don't know. I'm not really hungry."
"Maybe something lighter then? Breakfast, might go down a little easier and still fill you up."
"Yeah, scrambled eggs and toast sounds good."
"Ok, coming right up. Do you want to come out with me while I fix it, or would you rather watch something on TV?"
"I don't want to be alone, so I'll come watch you fix it."
I made enough for both of us, but I fried up some sausage links and bacon too. He took one of each, leaving me the rest, but that worked out well because I needed more than just eggs and toast. When we finished, I went with him to the living room to chat or watch TV, whichever he wanted to do.
"Mr. Roberson, why was my dad like he was, and why did he kill your friend and that other guy?"
"Braedon, I don't know if I can answer your question. There might have been something in your dad's past that made him form a hatred for gays, but I have no idea what that might have been. As far as the murders, I think he just came to a breaking point when things didn't go his way at the hearing. I'm sorry he did what he did, because my friend and that other guy didn't deserve to die, and you're going to have to live with the knowledge of what he did for the rest of your life."
"Yeah, I know. I'm just glad my mom is ok and that she's lettin' me stay here with you. I feel safe now."
"I'm glad," I replied as I wrapped my arm around his shoulders and gave him a squeeze.
"So Hunter's coming back?"
"Yes, probably within the hour. He went home to have dinner with his mom and then he'll come back here to spend the night."
"I'm glad. I like him too."
"And we'll all do whatever you want. We can talk, watch TV, or even play games. It's up to you."
"Ok, but now I just want you to hold me."
"In that case, why don't you sit on my lap."
He smiled, got up, and crawled onto my lap. He then placed his head against my shoulder and I wrapped my arms around him. "This is nice. I wish my dad would have done stuff like this with me."
"I know, but it was his loss too."
"I'm glad I have you and the other guys to help me out. It hasn't been quite as bad after Tucker first brought me to your house and we started doin' stuff with each other."
"I'm glad that helped you deal with the situation better."
We continued talking when Hunter returned, and he came in and sat down with us. We continued talking and Braedon was able to get a little more off his chest. Eventually, I decided maybe we'd all be a little better off if we got some sleep.
I led the boys back to the bedroom and we all got undressed. Before we got in bed, Hunter made a suggestion. "I think Braedon will sleep better if I suck him off first."
"Yeah, I'd like that," Braedon agreed.
"Ok, and then I'll suck you off while you're doing the same thing to Braedon."
"What about you?" Braedon wondered.
"I'll be fine, but you boys are young and need this more."
Hunter and I then got busy working our magic. I took it easy working on Hunter, because I wanted him to get Braedon off first, and as soon as Braedon fired his load into Hunter's throat, I picked up the pace. It only took a couple more minutes before he unloaded too, so I went to go through my nightly ritual while the boys were enjoying the lasting effects of having just cum. I wasn't quite done yet when two naked boys came into the bathroom to join me.
"I found my toothbrush in my suitcase," Braedon stated when he entered. "Did you bring one with you, Hunter?"
"Hunter's got one here, because he stays over once in a while," I answered for him. "You two go ahead and get ready for bed, and I'll meet you back in the bedroom."
I went to check out the house to make sure everything was shut off and the door was locked. Then, I went back to join the boys. When I walked into the bedroom, Hunter looked up at me and spoke.
"We'll let Braedon sleep in the middle tonight, so we can both cuddle with him."
"Ok, and that's very nice of you to let him have all of the attention."
"He needs it, cuz he's been through a lot today."
"I know, but that's still very sweet of you."
"Yeah, it is. Thanks, Hunter," Braedon chimed him.
We then had Braedon get on the bed first. Then I got in on one side of him and Hunter got in on the other. We then waited to see what he was going to do next. Just as he had when he slept in my bedroom during the campout, he placed his head on my chest and draped his arm and leg over me. Once he was comfortable, Hunter spooned up behind him and reached his arm over Braedon's side, so he was touching me too, and then we dozed off. We stayed in that position until we woke up the following morning.
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http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/different-points-of-view/
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/a-throw-away-kid/
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/the-guardian/
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/chance-of-a-lifetime/
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