Date: Fri, 15 Jul 2005 14:18:30 -0400 (EDT) From: T Chase Subject: Nature Walk 53 The following story is a work of fiction set in the format of reality. Any resemblance to real people is entirely coincidental in nature, and is not meant to accurately reflect persons in towns, cities, or governmental areas, in which the story is staged. If sexual scenes involving male to male relationships offends you, then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most states and countries, you are not allowed to read this by law. This is fiction. Don't forget, in real life, to think about 'sexual safety matters'; got condom? "Nature Walk" 53 (M/t oral humiliation) wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % Friday was anything but an uneventful day. The getting out of bed, showers, donning the tee shirts, briefs, jeans and other sorts of clothing went on as usual. With breakfast behind them, all the males of the Clark-Barr-Romano-O'Meara household made it out the door in record time. "Do you believe that tonight we are going to be sleeping in our own room, Aidan?" "Are we going to...." Aidan looks around the bus stop, but only the two stand there, waiting. "I know what you mean, Aidan. You don't have to say it." "But do you want to try it again, Philip?" "I don't know. Maybe Diego was right. What do you think?" "I'm not sure. I wish I knew what age guys are supposed to be before they fuck each other." "Me too. How can we find out, Aidan?" A metallic blue, late model Crossfire comes to a halt, beside the two boys, as they wait for this bus. "Need a lift?" Comes the question, popping out of the instantly unrolled window. "Hey, bro. Sure we do!" Aidan replies for the two, as Sean reaches for the back door handle, behind him. "Hi Jock!" Philip yells out, as he gets in the back seat. "How are you boys today?" The 'doctor of the mind', asks. "We're good!" Aidan calls out, retiterated by Philip, "Yep. Real good." Philip then inquires, "How come you're in our part of the neighborhood?" "Yeah. You don't come this way everyday," Aidan reinforces the asking. "There's a tree down across the road, so we had to detour," Sean replies, as they speed away. "This is good really." Philip nudges Aidan's leg, knowing the question on his mind. "Oh? Something wrong with taking the bus?" Jacq inquires. "Um. No," Aidan replies. A moment of silence prevails, before Sean asks, "So, why is this really good, then?" "Um," Aidan fishes for another reason, "because then we get to see you, Sean." "Yeah, that's it," Philip seconds it, "we haven't seen you in a long, long time, Sean and Jock." Sean taps his lover's thigh with his hand, like he knows they're getting a snow job! "Okay. What's up guys?" "What do you mean what's up, bro?" Aidan answers his brother. Jacq looks at the two through the rearview, as Sean repositions himself so that he can peer over the front seat. Philip and Aidan appear as if they have something terribly bad to hide. "Tell him Aidan. After all, he's your brother. He isn't going to get mad at us," Philip edges Aidan on. "Did you two do something bad?" "Oh no! It's nothing like that, Jock!" Philip reports, then admits, "we want to find out something about... about," then, on the sly, his hand to the side of his mouth, replies, "sex!" "I don't know," Sean once again slaps Jacq's thigh with the back of his hand, "kind of a touchy subject for young guys like you two." "Told you Philip. Forget it Sean." "Good job, Sean," Jacq tells him, temporarily gazing from the road, rolling his eyes. Then, pulling off, into a parking lot, asks, "Who wants donuts?" Aidan's and Philip's demeanor picks up immediately. "Child psychology?" Sean questions Jacq. "Yeah, he replies," getting out of the car. Sean and the boys follow. With a bag, donut enclosed and an OJ, they all pile back in. "Thanks Jock," the boys reply to his kindness. Sean gets right back on subject. "Okay, so seriously, what do you guys want to know?" "Sean, how old does two guys have to be to fuck?" Sean's back hits the seat. He shoves the question off on his other half. "You're turn!" "Finish your donuts. We'll talk about it when I'm not driving," Jacq stalls. The last two minutes of the trip to school composed of chewing, white sugar tumbling down the front of the boys, eventually getting brushed off onto the seat and floor. Good thing it seemed to turn invisible. "So, Jacq?" Philip asked, not waiting til even the door locks popped. "I think this is going to take more time than you boys have right now. Make me a promise?" "Sure, Jacq," the two swore. "Leave that question alone until the three of us..." glancing to Sean, surely not to leave him out, "until the four of us can get together and talk about it?" "That's cool," Aidan says. The two scooted out the door. "I don't believe you shoved that off on me, Sean." "Hey, I didn't know. What am I supposed to know?" Jacq then recalled Sean's 'special' situation. "Look, I'm sorry. Okay, Sean?" He apologized. "Yeah." Sean said it, but Jacq could see that Sean had trouble dealing with the subject matter. "Still bother you?" "What?" "The sex abuse and torture?" Jacq unlocked his seatbelt, to lean over and hold Sean in his arms. "I don't think this psychology stuff is gonna work out, Jacq. I can't even think away my own bad thoughts!" % "How's it going Wes?" "Good and you, Barry?" "As well as can be expected. Um, you look like you stayed up all night?" "Most of the night. I got into reading the dialogue for the madrigal dinner that you received from Jade and..." "You like it?" "Do you want my honest opinion?" "Of course, Wes. You know I value your expertise." Barry laughed as Wes stuck out his tongue and made a farting sound. "Sucks that bad, huh?" "Depends on what your sucking!" Wes carried on the comedy relief. "Hmm..." "By the way, Barry, you and Steve aren't by chance into that, are you?" "Into?" "Threeways?" "Um, not really." "Not really, meaning?" "Not." "Oh. Okay." "Besides, there's some hot, single men that aren't called for yet, in this town." "Well, when you find one that's looking for an older man, let me know." "Older, Wes? I hardly think that... what are you? Thirty?" "Thirty-one. Way over the hill!" "Maybe in the 'East', that's the way it is, but in the slow life here, you're considered mighty young." "So, are you going to withhold information from me?" "Huh?" "The gay bachelors?" "Hmm... you've got a few pickin's here from the school." "Oh? Any hotties I'd be interested in?" Barry chuckles, then replies, "Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt to tell you about the 'outted' ones, but those that consider themselves 'closeted', I think I'd leave their names confidential." "If you know then how can they be 'closeted'?" "Good point, Wes, but he's only out to Steve and me. In fact, only to me, because Steve and I don't keep secrets from each other." "Well, here's one secret you can tell Steve." "Oh? And what's that, Wes?" "He's on my list of one of the 'hotties'!" They both had a good laugh. Before Barry scurried off to the office, to man the mic, he divulged a couple of 'names' to the 'Rectangulaire' advisor, being: suspicions that Alex Washakie, the school principal, were gay, definites, like the twenty-seven year old track coach, Marty Martin, Jack Champlain, late 20's, in the position of security guard and the art teacher, which Barry wouldn't give any info, telling Wes to cross him off, before he added him to his list! "Hmm... Jack Champlain would make a nice catch!" Wes commented to Barry, who had to flee immediately. % "Line up, like now guys?" The fifth period track team stood, with tippee toes on the yellow line. "Good to have you back, Coach Martin." "Yeah. Thanks, now take ten laps, Shadow!" "Ten fuckin' laps? What the fuck for?" "For trying to kiss my ass. Just remember," Coach Martin lay into the high school 'hood', "you're here on borrowed time. Now hit the track, Shadow!" Shadow didn't like the response, but when Washakie got wind of his indirect comments, after Chad Barr's beating, it was either suspension or join the track team. Washakie, in his own sense of 'punishment', gave Coach Martin the 'no holds barred' rule, when it came to the 'no do-gooder'. "And clean up the mouth, Shadow!" Second thoughts, gave Coach Martin pleasure, thinking of breaking the grumbling youth, as he left the clearing in the lockerroom, for the track. This served to put the rest of the track & field team on their toes, making sure they stood right on the line. The regular guys, knew the approach Coach Martin used, year after year, acting like 'tough shit'. Even though the school year only had a few months left to it, he treated the new recruits, part of the team who applied yesterday, via Coach Pepper, like brand-spankin' new. "Due to circumstances beyond my control," Coach Martin looked up at Seaford and Fagan, "it's necessary to drop Paul Foster from the team. I think most of you know why." Another glance to the cohorts that helped Foster workover Chad, shone the look of gloom. On a lighter note, he said, "Therefore, I'm appointing Steven Benson, as team captain." A rowdy round of applause filled the ranks. Chad put his arm around Steven's shoulders, congratulating him. "Way to go, Steven!" "Thanks," he mentioned to Chad, but also acknowledged the other guys' accolades. "Alright, settle down now," Coach cut short Steven's glory. "Call out the names, um... here, Benson, take attendance. Your job from now on and when you're done, go through the warmup drill and then hit the track." "How many laps?" "What do I have to do? Your job too?" Steven smiled and blushed, at the same time. Chad replied, tapping Steven on the belly, "C'mon, we can do ten laps easy, right?" Knowing Steven's shy demeanor, Chad stole the clipboard from Coach. "C'mon you guys. Get the lead out," Chad said, then led the guys, Steven next to him, out the back door of the gym lockerroom. A couple of the guys lagged behind, but soon they caught up. The late spring air remained chilly and all became involved in the exercises, to primarily keep warmed. "Take over the warmup, Fagan." "Me?" "No, Seaford. That's why I said your name, asshole!" Albert Fagan smiled, knowing Chad mocked him out. Taking Steven aside, he found the perfect opportunity to chat. "I don't know if I can be that, um... 'forceful' with the guys, Chad." "You'll learn. All you have to do is think like Coach Martin... be a real SOB!" Steven smiled, as he got into the first warmup, Chad next to him. "Got somebody I want you to meet, Steven." That through him for a loop. Steven almost slipped and fell on his derry-aire. "Meet, Chad? Who?" "Nobody you know." "A senior?" "A friend of Matty's." "I thought you are the only guy Matty knows from school, except your brothers, of course." "I'm not talking about a high school guy, Steven." Overall, Steven tossed the idea around, in a general manner. "Nah, I don't think so, Chad." "What? You didn't even give a chance to hear me out, Steven!" "I"m not into that, Chad." "Why not Steven? You gotta meet some guys sometime." "No I don't." Moving into the next stretch position, Chad confided, "Okay, so you don't, Steven, but don't you like having Matty and I as your friends?" "Yes. You two have been great to me, but..." "Hey, are you kidding yourself again, Steven?" Looking as incriminating as hell, Steven stopped his warmup exercising long enough to stand, hands on hips and looking into the turf, as if to find some answers. "Chad?" "Yeah, Steven?" "It... it felt so great having you suck my cock yesterday." "I know it did, Steven." "You know?" "Yeah. I mean, with Matty, I'm versatile. I mean, normally I'm a top, but we switch for either's sake. I know how it feels to have a hot mouth on my cock. I figured the same with you, but I can't keep giving you blowjobs." "I know Chad. I wasn't expecting you to. I know that yesterday was a one shot deal. It's just that..." "You don't have to say it, Steven. I know you're shy about your sexuality, but you're not alone." An interruption came. "Done with the warmup, Chad... I mean, Steven," Albert Fagan reported, half out of breath. "Well?" Albert looked back and forth between Chad and Steven. Chad moved his eyebrows, signifying that Steven should take the helm. "Ah, yeah.. um, start with five laps." "Aye, aye sir!" Albert said, offering a soldier's salute, then parading away. "I can't believe he's gay." "I know, Steven." "Like you, Chad, he acts so... so macho." "Yeah, but what about you?" "Chad do you think I'm the macho type or... or..." "The truth, Steven is that at times you can act a little feminine, but overall you can be a macho guy. But, that has nothing to do with what I'm talking about. Listen, all I'm saying is give this guy a chance. Meet with him and see what you think. Will you do that?" Steven mulled over Chad's thoughts. "I don't know anything about him." "His name is Kilton. Kilton McCollough. He's twenty years old." "Twenty? Shit! I'm only seventeen, Chad." "Like me, almost eighteen?" "Yeah, but still. That would still make him two years older." "No more difference than Matty is to me, Steven." "Yeah, but..." "Look, I never met the guy, but Matty says he would be good for you, Steven." "Good for me, Chad? How so?" "Well, one thing is that the guy is kind of shy." "Shy, huh?" "Yeah." "Why does he want a young guy lke me? Why doesn't he pick on a college guy.... his own age?" "Because... I'm not sure of the answer to that, Steven. Matty says he likes the relationship we have. That's all I can tell you." "What do I say to the guy, Chad?" At least Chad triumphed over the fact that Steven's will waned. "Try starting with a simple 'hello', helps." "Then after that?" "Listen, Matty and I are going to be there when you two meet." "You are?" Matty didn't tell Chad that part, but in his own right mind, he figured that's how it should go. "Um, sure. We.... the four of us will have dinner together." "Whew!" "What's the matter, Steven?" Chad asked, putting his arm over his shoulder, like buddies do. "I thought you would leave me alone with this guy." Chad smiled. He knew he had a breakthrough here and it made him feel good. "Oh no." "What's the matter now?" Looking towards the track, something caught Steven's eye. Chad's as well. "How do I deal with that?" "Steven, ya gotta get tough on these guys and right from the beginning, if you want to command their respect." "So, what do I do?" "Okay, so this is what you do... see the fat kid?" "Yeah?" "Just because he's fat, you don't let him slide, but don't make a spectacle of him in front of the other guys. In fact, I'll help you with him on the side, however, the other guys all fall into the same ridicule." "What about the guys with the stripped shirts?" "We both know the policy, right?" "Yeah." "Perfect opportunity to throw your weight around, Steven." "But what do I say, Chad?" "Think 'Coach Martin'." "But he does all that cursing and stuff." "So? It's even more permissable for you to use it. You're not a teacher, you're.... 'one of the guys'." "What should I say?" "Okay, this is what you do. We're both going to run over there... you know what Coach Martin made us do four years ago?" "No, I can't make them do that." "Like I said, Steven. Lay down the law." So, Chad ran ahead of Steven, yelling back, "C'mon 'Coach Benson'!" Steven caught up. In a few seconds he would have to show the track team whether he was a man or a mouse! "Hey, what the fuck you guys thinking?" Steven peered over in Chad's direction. He returned the glance, accompanied by a thumb's up. Immediately the team's attention swayed in the team captain's direction and they stopped in their tracks. "You... you, you, you... you," Steven went along, pointing out the sweating, barechested team members, "over there and line up!" Chad stood there, arms folded across his chest, watching Steven dictate orders to the team members who's crime had been naked from the waist up. One kid, Javier, tried slipping back in his tee shirt. Steven pulled up on the front of it, uprighting and pushing it behind the kid's shoulders. "Fuckin' coward!" He yelled at the underclassman. Walking over to the crowd of offenders, Chad stood next to two team players he knew fairly well. "Shame on you, Denis and Mark!" "What's Steven going to do?" Mark asked. Denis, used a more blunt remark. "He's fuckin' mad. Yeah, what's he going to do to us, Chad?" "Oh, you boys are gonna love this. This is one time you'll be glad you're faggots!" Mark and Denis looked at each other, in wonderment, but grinned at Chad's suggestive approach. "Just do what you're told and 'like it'!" Chad mentioned to his bro and step-bro, as he reported back to Steven. "I'm a little nervous about this, Chad," Steven told him, as the pair slowly walked over to the barechested teens. "First start by excluding Conner Matthews and Jim Faulkner." "Huh?" "Faulkner? The wheelchair?" "Oh yeah. Don't want to leave any skid marks on any of the guy's stomachs. What about Matthews?" "He's still in recovery, even though he wants to act like one of the jocks." "Yeah, he is that type of guy." "Make him push Jim around the track a couple of times." So, after Steven dealt out the orders to Conner, sending him and Jim on their way, he went back to the 'outlaws'. Fortunately for him, Coach Martin showed up. "What the fuck is this? Why are these swine barechested, Benson?" "I'm handling it, okay?" Chad traded glances with Coach Martin, at the audacity displayed by Steven. He gave himself second thoughts about whether Kilton McCollough would indeed be a good match for Steven. "Drop the gym shorts!" Came the next act of command, from Steven's lips. Rico Monteverdi, a sixteen year old countered, "Out here?" Chad saw Coach Martin give Steven the 'dare' look. He wanted to applaud the team captain's pursuance, as he marched over in front of Rico, slid his hand in the front of his gym shorts and yanked them down. "Oh shit!" Rico called out. Even Coach Martin began laughing, discovering what the others found, Rico without any briefs on under his shorts. Steven looked back at Chad, an evil grin on his face, as Rico tried pulling up the gym shorts that Steven's foot stomped on. Steven was mighty proud of himself, as the thumb up came from Coach Martin's hand, instead of Chad's. "What the fuck the rest of you girls waiting for?" "Girls?" Coach Martin mentioned to Chad. "Man, I didn't know Benson had the balls!" "Oh yeah. Benson's got some nice ones, too!" Chad replied, to the side. "Oh? And how would you know something like that, Chad?" "Like you've never seen us guys in the raw, around the lockerroom, Coach?" "Barr, have fun taking ten laps!" Chad began on his journey, laughing, as he watched Coach Martin walk over to Steven and the group of offenders. % "Hi, Mr. Clark?" "What's up Chris?" "You got a few minutes?" "I have prep this period. What about you?" "Lunch, can I talk with you?" "I suppose. What's on your mind?" "First, I want to thank you for letting Albert and I come to your house and apologize to Chad." Steve wasn't expecting the cordiality from the hooligan, but welcomed it. "You're welcome. Now what's on your mind?" "Hey, Mr. Clark." >From behind, another familiar voice approached the ensuing conversation. "Albert?" Steve questioned, as the other team track member stood next to Chris, leaning his arm on his pal's shoulder. "Do you remember Albert mentioning he was gay?" "Yes." "I'm not sure. I mean, I think I might be half gay," Chris reveals to Steve. Steve sets him straight, "Meaning, bisexual?" "Yeah, that's what Chris means," Albert tells him. "C'mon, let's take a walk." Standing in front of the main office, isn't exactly a place of confidentiality, to chat. Steve takes the two boys into the main office. "Agnes?" "Yes, Mr. Clark?" "Washakie in his office?" "Oh no. Since we filled it up, he's been making the rounds more often." "Alright if I talk with the two boys in there?" "Of course. Mind you, be careful of those boxes." Steve promised the utmost concern and then held the door, letting the two senior boys enter. He closed the door, coming face to face with three standing cartons. Chris and Albert caught them, as Steve's body blocked them. "Thanks guys." "No problem, Mr. Clark," the two replied. "Have a seat, boys." Steve took up residence in Washakie's office chair. "By the way. How's your mom doing, Albert?" "So-so. I think she's doing okay, actually, but will be in the hospital for awhile. Y'know that Coach Martin has really been nice to me." "Really?" Steve replied, faking the response. In reality, it had been no secret to a lot of the faculty that Coach Martin 'came out' and that he harbored Albert Fagan, while his mom recuperated from her heart attack. "Yeah. Most nights I'm at his place. He's a great cook y'know?" "No, I didn't. So," Steve turns his attention towards Chris, "what's on your mind?" he asks, feeling like a scratched CD, playing the same lyrics over and over. "Um, uh...." Chris stuttered, until Albert took over for him, "What Chris wants to know is if he can come to the gay group, even if he thinks he's bisexual." "First of all, boys, this is not just for gay guys. Our intentions are to reach out to all genders and that means not just guys." "Have any girls come out?" Chris asks. "That's rather confidential, at the moment." Albert asks, "Let me guess. Susie Smith and Claudia Simms?" "Ahem!" Steve says, first clearing his throat, "As I said, it's confidential, at this time." However, Steve holds up a 'V' with his right hand, his left index finger, parting the bottom of the 'V', forming a 'Y', for 'Yes'. "You're so cool, Mr. Clark!" Albert replies, as the two students laugh. "Yeah, well now you two can help me out, by telling the truth." "Sure," Albert again takes the lead, "Mr. Clark." "Have you two boys had sex together?" Albert looked to Chris, whom immediately blushed a shade of red. "Um, yeah. We've done some exploring. Right, Chris?" "Uh..." he gulped, then admitted, "Yeah." The conversation proceeding, became dominated by Albert, Chris hanging in the wings. At times he agreed with Albert, but his anxiety, geared to whatever extra subject matter, began to get the best of him. He sunk down in his chair and more into himself. Steve could see himself, as not the person to deal with this. As a group leader, fine, but he wasn't a shrink. He got up and replied, "Chris, I think you need to see someone other than myself." Albert asks, "How's that go, Mr. Clark?" Totally overriding Albert's remark, Steve addresses, "I think you should see the school psychologist, Chris." Chris sits there, totally silent. Albert offers, patting Chris on the arm, "Yeah, Mr. Clark's right. Don't you think that's a great idea, man?" "I guess." Steve wasn't so sure about Chris. Suddenly he had taken on a depressive attitude that he couldn't decipher too well, but didn't like the interpetaion. He went to the door, opened it and called for Agnes. "Right away, Mr. Clark," Agnes replied to his summoning of the school health official. A few minutes later, Agnes reports back. "I'm sorry, Mr. Clark, but Dr. Hannon is at the hospital. He's but ten minutes on his way." She whispered, so only Steve could hear, "I told him it was an emergency... looks to me, you?" Steve acknowledged her intuition, then asked, "Do you have someone to cover my class? I think the period is almost over." "No problem, Steve. I'll cover it myself, if I have to!" As she left, Steve thought, 'Heaven help those students, if she can't find a sub!' "Chris, are you alright?" Chris acted a bit squeamish. He remained silent and withdrawn into himself. "Chris, you okay, man?" Albert tried helping, putting his arm around Chris' shoulder. Shrugging Albert away, Steve suddenly saw the dire need for Dr. Hannon's assistance. Albert looked to Steve for an explanation to why Chris was shunning him. "It's not your fault, Albert." The bell rang. "Albert I think you should be running along to class?" "Um, you'll keep me informed, wouldn't you, Mr. Clark?" "I'll promise to let you know the outcome, Albert." Dr. Hannon arrived and began talking with Chris, as Steve remained nearby. Come to find out, Chris' folks gave him a tough time about anything other than being a heterosexual. "Everytime I talk to my dad, he fucking starts to scream at me! What the fuck am I supposed to do? Fucking lie to him?" Steve could relate to what Chris was going through, having raised his own boys, caught up in issues of the same nature, especially where Sean and his 'real dad' was concerned. His heart went out to Chris, especially at the point when the student broke down and began sobbing incontrollable. "Be back in a minute, Steve." Dr. Hannon arose from the swivel chair and left the office momentarily. When he returned, Steve held Chris in his arms, comforting the youth. Agnes was with him. "Now Chris, I don't want you any more alarmed than you are, but I have an ambulance enroute to the high school and would like to have you transported to the hospital." "Hospital? I'm not fuckin' sick, doc!" It didn't go over big with Chris, but with Agnes' help, he came around to the idea. Steve released Chris into Agnes' caring arms. He marveled at the 'Mother Theresa-like' care the office secretary gave, treating Chris like her own. "C'mon Chris. Everything's going to work out. You'll see, baby." Chris latched on to Agnes, as if his own mother, of which his own reacted, cold like the father. So attached had Chris become to Agnes, that the paramedics couldn't pry him away, so she went right along with him, in the ambulance. "Mr. Clark, I know I'll get detention for this, but I... I couldn't sit there and concentrate while Chris.. Well.." "What exactly did you do, Albert?" "I heard the ambulance and saw them pull up, from the second floor window. Mr. Dodge's classroom. I know acted radically, getting up and running out of the room, Mr. Clark, but...." "Albert, you care a lot for Chris, don't you?" The facts couldn't stay hidden, at this precise moment. "Yeah." "C'mon, I'll 'buy you a cup of coffee', Albert," Steve replied, with the all too familiar cliche, leading Albert out of the office. "But what about Mr. Dodge. Dammit, I left my books and everything in his classroom!" "I think you better take some time out for the rest of the day, Albert." "I'm going to get detention for sure. I... I.. well I wasn't too nice to Mr. Dodge." "Oh, I see." "Yeah, I cursed him out, right in front of the class. Man, was he pissed." "I don't condone your actions, Albert, but I think maybe you had been a bit strung out." "Yeah, exactly. Man, I hope Chris is going to be okay." Steve led Albert to the auditorium. "Hey, Jack?" Steve called down the hallway to the security guard. "Oh yes. Mr. Clark. What can I do for you? This student giving you problems?" Jack gave Albert a stern look. "Um, no Jack. Say, can you unlock the auditorium. We need to have a talk." "Oh sure, Mr. Clark. No problem. Hey, the student they took out. What's that all about. Do you know?" Albert and Steve exchanged glances. "I'll tell ya later, Jack. Thanks for unlocking the door." "No problem. The kid looked kind of messed up, if you ask me." Steve thanked Jack once more before ushering Albert into the auditorium. They took up two seats in the back, right row. "Like Jack says, Chris is really screwed up, huh Mr. Clark?" "I think he has a lot of anxiety at the moment. That's why he's so upset." "Enough to go to the hospital, though?" "Partly procedure, I believe, on Dr. Hannon's part. Plus, as I witnessed, after you left, Chris' condition began to worsen." "So, maybe it's better he went to the hospital. I know he wasn't been having a cool time with the 'rents." "Yes, tell me about that, Albert." "Do you mind if I start from the beginning, Mr. Clark? Do we have time?" "It's two hours before the end of school, Albert. That enough time?" "Yeah, fuck school. I'm not into it right now, but what about you, Mr. Clark?" Steve gives a slight grin, mimicing Albert's logic, "Ah, fuck teaching. I'm not into it, right now. What about you and Chris now, Albert?" "I know you didn't mean it about the teaching, Mr. Clark. You're one of the best teachers we've got." "Thank you Albert. Now about you and Chris?" "Actually, I kind of knew I was different a long time ago. I tried to lie to myself, telling myself I wasn't gay. I even kidded myself into thinking I hate gays. Would you believe it, Mr. Clark? I'm gay and told myself I hated gays?" "Your situation is not so strange, Albert, but go on." "Yeah, I managed to hide it pretty well, that is until I helped..." Albert began to take on the embarrased look, "beat up your... is Chad your son, too?" Steve, doing some quick thinking, reckoned with, "yes, I think we can equate Chad Barr to being 'my son'." "Then it's true what the guys say about you and Mr. Barr, Mr. Clark?" "Let's keep it between you and I for now, Albert." "I mean, it's cool with me, Mr. Clark and a lot of the other students too." "Thanks for sharing that with me, Albert, but what about you?" "Oh yeah. So, after I helped beat up Chad, which I'm not proud of, I started to get this like huge guilt complex. Man, I needed like hell to get to Chad, like on some kind of super quest. You follow me, Mr. Clark?" "Yes and?" "Well, it's really strange, that as soon as I admitted to Chad that I was gay, I like felt this relief. Like cool wind blowing over my naked body... oh, sorry for the graphic pic, Mr. Clark." "No problem. I think it states your feelings. It's permissible." "Okay. Thanks." As Albert blabbed on about his homosexuality, reverberating to the past, them upgrading to the present, Steve's picture of Albert, the breeze blowing over his nude body, began to deteriorate. "Well, it certainly sounds like you've got it together, Albert." "I know, but it's Chris I'm worried about now." "And how do you feel about the idea that Chris might be bisexual, Albert?" "Mr. Clark, I can't change that. All I know is that I love Chris and whatever the situation turns out, well I wouldn't change how I feel about him." "You're a good man, Albert. I hope you realize the outcome that this may be perceived as. You might be the one to get hurt." "Maybe it's true what they say, that, 'whatever goes around, comes around', huh Mr. Clark?" "You're talking about Chad and hurting him, versus getting hurt by Chris?" "Yeah, I guess so." "No. I don't think that applies, in this case, Albert." "Okay. If you say so, Mr. Clark." As they concluded their talk, the second bell to ring, during their chat, signified the end of the school day. "Man, I feel all wound up, Mr. Clark." "Meaning?" "I dunno." "You're concerned about Chris. Is that it, Albert?" "Yeah, but also Mr. Dodge. Man, I was so fuckin' rude to him. I wonder if he's in his room?" "I think he usually stays after some, to correct papers." "I've got to tell Marty... I mean, Coach Martin that I'm going to be late." "I think he's having an extra track session after school." "Oh, that's right! Man, Mr. Clark, thanks for reminding me. Oh damn!" "What?" "How am I supposed to see Mr. Dodge and then... oh fuck! I'm screwded no matter what I do, Mr. Clark!" "Albert, go along to the track team. I'll talk with Mr. Dodge." "You would do that for me, Mr. Clark?" "Why not?" "I don't know. Because you're a teacher?" "Hey, some of us teachers care, so don't you go pressing that stereotype stuff off on me, Albert." "Sorry if I offended you, Mr. Clark. You def are 'not' an example of one of those types. Could you do me a favor?" "Sure." "Can you get my bookbag and stuff and leave them in the office?" "No problem. You better get moving, Albert, before you're late to practice. I hear Coach Martin has some tough penalties due to stragglers!" "Yeah, the reason some of us guys like to 'get into trouble' with Coach!" Albert giggled, while running down the side of the auditorium. Steve wondered what Albert meant by his snide remark. % I wonder how Steve's cock took that bit o'news?continued......... Copyright 2005 T. Chase McPhee All Rights Reserved. www.assgm.net www.nifty.org Permission is NOT granted to publish this story to any PAY site, nor any site that is not listed above, without the author's prior consent.