Date: Fri, 7 Jan 2022 02:42:13 +0000 From: Mike Yonge <myonge1@hotmail.com>
Subject: Of Gord and John 10 gay/beginnings

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Chapter 10

Lyle woke first very early the next morning.  The sun was not yet up over
the hills, but the birds had started to sing.  Gord was sprawled out with
one arm over Lyle's chest.  As Lyle stirred Gord rolled and curled up on
his side.  Lyle spooned in behind him and pulled him close, kissing his
back.  Gord moaned softly and mumbled something incoherent and went back to
sleep, as did Lyle.

It was well after sun up when they woke again.  They kissed and held each
other for several moments before Lyle fought his way out of the bed to go
to the outdoor toilet to relieve himself. He was closely followed by Gord.

Back in the cottage they once again stood holding each other. "Love you so
much Gord" whispered Lyle into his young friends' ear. "And I you Lyle"
replied Gord.

They got some breakfast together and then decided to go for a hike, to a
nearby lake.  Thus began a week that neither of them would ever forget.
The days were spent hiking and swimming and just enjoying the sun.  They
rowed many times around the lake. They even caught enough sunfish one day
for supper.

Their evenings were spent cementing their deepening love for each other.
Neither man found that he was either a top of bottom and shared the joys of
both.  Gord thought he had risen to the ethereal heights the first night he
sank his rod deep into Lyle's bowels.  That night he also received Lyle the
same way.  They were inseparable.  They walked to the corner store about 4
miles back to town one day, holding hands as they went.  Gord had never
been happier in his life.  He was in love, he was in love with a beautiful
man.  He was in love with a man that loved him just as intensely, with the
same fervour.

The week flew by.  The two young men were so intent in each other they
didn't notice anything or anyone else.

On Thursday night they went to bed early.  As Gord's parents were to be
coming up the next day they wanted to have the most of their last night
alone together.  They slowly undressed each other, caressing and kissing
and holding as they went.  At one point Gord threw his arms around Lyle and
rested his head on the man's chest.  They stood like that for several
minutes.  Lyle suddenly realised that Gord was crying.

"What is wrong Gord?"  he gently enveloped Gord's face in his hands and
looked into his eyes.

"af... after tonight it will be all over Lyle" Gord was now sobbing
"N.. n. next week you will be gone"

Lyle was now weeping as well.  "Gord, listen man.  I'm not gone yet.
Tonight, we have and I'm not going home until Sunday.  We won't be able to
do what we've been doing this week as freely as we have but we will still
be together until then.  Let's just enjoy what we have left ok?"  He lean
forward and their lips met. They kissed for several minutes just standing
there.

Lyle led Gord to the bed and knelt before him.  He unbuckled Gord's belt
and then the clasp of his jeans, and slowly lowered them.  As the jeans
came down Gord's cock now achingly hard sprang out.  (neither boy had been
wearing underwear all week) Lyle licked his lips and allowed the young hard
member slide into his mouth, as Gord stepped out of his pants.

Lyle reluctantly released the cock and stood up, quickly removing his own
pants.  They got into bed together.  What followed was a passion for each
other, an unbridled love, that expressed the intensity of their mutual
feelings about this last moment together.  Two lithe bodies writhing in the
heat of their love.

The intensity of their lust or their love making erased all awareness of
anything else.  Lyle mounted his young lover and slid into him.  Gord was
moaning in and agony of ecstasy.  Lyle was pumping wildly his body arched
back his eyes shut, his face pointing to the ceiling as he groaned out his
love into Gord's body.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON IN HERE?!?!?!?"

It wasn't until Gord's eldest brother screamed again and grabbed Lyle from
behind that both young men realised that they were not alone!  Lyle was
dripping great streams of cum as he was hauled off Gord.  The next thing he
knew he was on the floor trying to avoid fists.  He heard shouting and then
he saw in the half darkness Gord trying to tackle a man that had straddled
him on the floor.

Unknown to Gord and Lyle, Gord's dad had decided to make the weekend a bit
of a work weekend.  So Gord's eldest brother said he would go up early and
get the materials so that when the rest arrived on Friday night everything
would be in order and ready to go.

As he came up the path the to cottage he heard some strange noises coming
from inside.  He walked in and followed the sounds to their source.  It was
not quite dark yet and what he saw was the glistening naked body of a black
man pumping in an action that Bill recognised immediately.  What shocked
him was seeing his youngest brother being the recipient of the action.  He
was both sickened and infuriated by what he saw.  He went into a rage
screaming out and grabbed the black man, pulling him off his brother.

Gord was in the throes of pure ecstacy when he thought he heard something
and realised that Lyle was leaving his body.  Then he saw his brother throw
his lover across the room and attack him. It took several seconds to
realise what had happened.  He shouted at his brother who was now on top of
Lyle and punching.  Gord flung himself on his brother shouting for him to
stop.

Gord put himself between Bill and Lyle.  "Bill!"  he shouted "What are you
doing?"

Bill jumped up and ran out of the room cursing.  "You fuckin' perverts!! Is
that what you have been doing all week?  You make me sick"

He came back to the room.  Gord and Lyle were dressing.  Looking at Lyle
with nothing less that pure loathing he shouted.  "YOU! Get the hell out of
here before I kill you"

Again Gord put himself between the two men.  "Bill he is not going!  He is
my guest and he is staying"

"We'll see what Mum and Dad say about that when they come up tomorrow."

He stormed out of the room again.  The boys could hear him cursing and
raging in the other room.  Gord was crying. Lyle fully dressed now came
over to him and hugged him

Bill stormed back into the room.  "I told you to get out of here!! Get the
fuck away from my brother!!"

Lyle backed off, but didn't say anything, Gord moved himself between his
brother and his lover.  Lyle started to gather his things and stuff them
into his bag.  Gord did the same.

"What do you think you're doing?"  shouted Bill at him.

"You think I'm going to let Lyle go alone.  I love him Bill and if he goes
so do I"

"You are staying here" Bill raged "I can't believe what you were doing" he
spat out with disgust.

"Oh like you are so innocent and pure" shouted Gord at him.  "You think
that Mum would be happy to know what you are doing with Anne and Bev and
whoever else?"

"At least it isn't perverted" said Bill in a low voice.

"Three or four girls at a time isn't perverted?  Give me a break!"  shouted
Gord.  He was angry as well as frightened now. Tears were streaming down
his face.

Lyle stepped in at this point.  Bill made to push him away.

"Bill" he said actually quite softly.  "I'm guessin' you probably don't
understand this, but I love your brotha, he is a wonderful young man.  He
is brave and kind and considerate.  He dared to give up his seat to two
coloured folk on the bus in the States and didn't back down when the bus
driver took him on.  He treated my aunt and uncle like his own aunt and
uncle.  He dared to walk in the march with Dr King.  Sir, to me he is a
hero"

Lyle paused.  Bill stared at himself and didn't seem to have anything to
say.

"Sir" Lyle continued "When we were down at my aunt and uncles' we
discovered that there was a connection between us.  You might not agree
with it but it happened and it has grown.  I love your brotha and I know he
loves me.  I will go but you have to know that we will always love each
other."

There was silence.  The only movement was Gord moving to Lyle, his eyes
never leaving his brother.  Bill stood there silently obviously trying to
come to terms with what his brother was doing, and what this black man had
just said to him.  He prided himself with not being racist.  But this, how
did he deal with this.  Was it because the man was black that he felt such
revulsion?  Was it because it was his brother and another man, or was it
both?

As they all stood there in silence Bill's mind roiled around.  He had
experimented himself with one of the orderlies when he worked in the
hospital.  He decided it was not for him, but this. This! his own brother!
his own brother, telling him not only was this not an experiment but he
wanted it, he loved this man!  How could he deal with this?

Gord pulled Lyle to him.  "Lyle is staying here as planned Bill, and you
are not going to say anything to Mum or Dad.  I will tell them in my own
way and time.  I'm sorry if I have shocked you but I love Lyle and he loves
me, and that's that."

Gord turned to Lyle and led him out to the living room of the cottage,
leaving Bill standing alone.  In the other room he heard the sound of his
young brother putting on the kettle for tea.  He could hear the two talking
in low tones.

A moment later Gord came back to the room.  "I've put on the kettle for
tea, do you want anything to eat?  I could put some macaroni dinner on with
some hotdogs if you like.

"yeah . yeah that would be good Gord" said Bill quietly.

Gord left again and Bill soon heard the sound of water being poured into a
pot and the sounds of food being prepared.  He made a decision and sighed
deeply, then he went out to the main room where Gord and Lyle were.

He coughed slightly "Ok" he started "I probably over reacted but you have
to admit that you didn't to see what I did" Bill could feel his upper lip
start to twist up in a smile.  "I don't like the thought of you being gay
Gord, but I guess it is a little late for that."

Gord walked over to his brother, "Bill you don't have to like it. I'm the
one that has to deal with it.  I would prefer to have your support though"

Bill nodded, "I won't say anything to Mum and Dad."

Gord gave his brother a hug.  "Thanks Bill"

The three men sat down together and ate in silence.  Lyle would glance at
Bill every now and then trying to read his expression. There was nothing
there that he could read.  Occasionally their eyes would meet only to look
away quickly.  Gord was watching both men.

It was late when they were done and had cleaned the dishes and pots and
everything up.

"I'm going to get a pail of water from the lake for the morning, and then I
think we're going to bed Bill, I guess you're sleeping in the other room?"
Gord walked over to Lyle and together they left with a couple pails down to
the lake.  Bill stared after them, sighed, got up and went to his room.

With only the beam of a flash light to guide them the two young men made
their way down to the lake.  They filled their pails. Gord set his pail
down and Lyle did the same.  They took each other into a tight embrace,
kissing deeply.  "I'm so sorry that this happened Lyle" Gord whispered in
Lyle's ear.

"I think we shocked him that's all.  Lyle started laugh quietly "I don't
think he expected to see my black ass bobbing up and down on his brother"

Gord started to laugh as well, trying not to laugh out loud. They walked
back up to the cottage.  When they got back Bill was already in bed.  They
put the water in the kitchen turned off the lights and went to bed.
Spooning together they were soon asleep.

Halfway through the night Bill got up.  He turned on the light in his room
and crept into the room where Gord and Lyle were sleeping.  He stood and
stared at the two boys for some time.

There was just enough light coming from his room to make out some of their
features.  Lyle was laying on his back and Gord was still on his side.  He
moved over to the side of the bed that Lyle was sleeping on.  He took a
deep breath and with a swift movement he moved forward and plunged an old
hunting knife that they kept in the cottage, deep into Lyle's chest.
Lyle's eyes opened wide and he gasped.

And then...  and then nothing.  Bill could see the young man's eyes staring
without seeing in the shadowed half dark. He withdrew the knife.  He now
moved to his brother's side of the bed and just as quickly and with the
same force thrust the knife into his brother's back and into his heart.  He
released the knife and left it in place in his brother's back.

He checked for Lyle's pulse and then Gord's.  Both boys were dead.  Bill
grabbed Lyle's body by the feet and dragged him off the bed and into the
other bedroom.  He manoeuvred the body onto the bed.  He went out to the
storage shed and came back with a can full of gas.  He drenched both bodies
and the beds, leaving the open can of the remaining gas sitting int the
hall between the two rooms.  Looking back he will not really remember if he
had any thoughts of the enormity of what he had done.

Back in the kitchen he washed himself and got dressed.  With some
newspaper, matches and kindling from the firewood box in the living room he
went outside.  It was about 3:00 AM and a dark night.  Crawling under the
cottage in a back corner he crumpled up the paper and arranged the kindling
and added some other material he found that would burn.  He lit the match
and started a fire.

Once he saw that the materials were burning he hurried down the hill and
ran to his car.  As he got to his car and turned to look, he heard the
familiar "FWHUMP" of Gasoline igniting.  He got in his car and drove off.
On the hill opposite on the other side of the lake from the cottage he
stopped just long enough to see it totally engulfed in flame.  He shook his
head sadly and drove away, using the back route to return to the highway
and away.

It took Bill about an hour to get out to the highway and back around to the
cottage.  When he got back there, he ran to the place as if in a panic.
Some of the other cottagers were at the scene being wakened by the fire and
others by the the crash of the cottage as it collapsed. They held Bill back
from getting too close.  He felt enough remorse for what he had done to
produce believable alarm, and horror, as he asked if his brother was
anywhere to be found.

No-one had seen the boy.  One of the cottagers made mention of the fact
that there had been a black man with his brother all week.  No one had seen
either of them after the fire.  They all watched as the cottage burned.  A
fire truck arrived shortly after Bill returned to the scene.  Because of
the location of the cottage there was nothing more they could do other then
some crowd control and preliminary investigation.

One of the cottagers took Bill back to their cottage from where he called
his parents to tell them the news.  He knew they would be there as soon as
they could get dressed and away.  He looked at the clock in the kitchen
where he was.  It was 5:45 AM.

He went back to the cottage site.  The fire department had set up a gas
driven pump on the shore and were pumping water on the burning ruins of the
cottage.  It was a frame building, the fire department did not arrive for
at least an hour after the fire started, there was not much left to save.
He talked briefly with the fire chief, who asked him where he had been, why
he had not been there and how he had come to be there when he did.

He made up a story about having gone out that evening after coming to see
his brother and was just coming back when he found the cottage in flames.

The man asked him about his brother and his friend.  He wanted to know how
the fire could have started, and where in the cottage. As soon as the fire
cooled they would be searching the rubble for clues and bodies.  Neither
Gord nor Lyle had appeared so the worst was being assumed by the
authorities.  By now the Fire chief had been joined by a QPP officer
(Quebec Provincial Police) who was also asking a lot of questions.

Bill's parents arrived about 9:00 that morning.  The firemen had already
found the remains of the two bodies in the rubble that had been the cottage
only a few hours before.  It was when Bill saw the bodies as they had been
brought down to the shore that he realised his mistake.  As he looked at
the bodies he saw the blade of the knife still in his brother's back.  The
handle had been burned off of course but the blade was still there.  He
watched as the coroner who was going over the bodies in a preliminary
check, touch the blade, looked perplexed, look at him and then call the
officer over to talk.  The officer also looked at him as they talked.  Bill
could feel himself start to shake inside.  It was just at that moment he
heard his mother's wail of grief as she and his father arrived on the
scene.  They ran over to him.

The officer came over to them and introduced himself.  In broken
English. he gave Bill's parents a quick run down of what he knew of the
fire.  He made no comment to them about the knife the coroner had found.
He then asked to talk to Bill alone.

"Did you talk to your brother and his friend at all last night?" the
officer asked him

Bill nodded

"And did they seem alright, did they say anything that might have made you
think that they were worried about anything?"

He shook his head.

Bill's mind was racing, he hadn't really thought about a story to tell
anyone, especially the police. At the same time the horror of what he had
done started to settle in on his mind.  It had all been so sudden, almost
unexpected, as unexpected as seeing his brother being fucked by that black
man.  He recalled leaving his brother alone and going to his own room after
telling Gord that he as not going to tell their parents.  He recalled the
plan that started to formulate in his mind. He recalled getting the hunting
knife they had at the cottage, it was Gord's actually.  He recalled the
next few hours as he considered both in horror and with purpose the plan to
murder the two of them.  All these thoughts raced through his mind as the
officer was talking to him.

"I killed my own brother" he thought, "I stabbed him and murdered him"

"I beg your pardon?" Bill was brought out of his reverie by the officer
grabbing his shoulder and talking to him.  "What did you say??"

It was then that Bill realised that he had been thinking out loud.  He
stepped back.  The shock of that tore through him.  He looked at the
officer and at his parents who were staring at him.

"Bill!?"  his mother stared at him wide-eyed. "What did you say? You killed
him?"  She collapsed into his father's arms.  His Dad just stared at him in
disbelief.

The next several hours were a blur as he was arrested and taken away and
interrogated.  It was late afternoon before his parents were even allowed
to see him for a few minutes in the presence of an officer.  By then there
was also a lawyer with them.

"Bill what happened?  What on earth happened that you would want to kill
your brother?"

He slowly told his parents what had happened, what had driven him to commit
this horrible act.

He told them about how he found Lyle and Gord.  He told him how he decided
that he would kill them both.  He told them how he did it.

He looked at his mum and dad.  They just sat there stunned unable to speak
or even respond.  His mother was sobbing.  In one day, she had lost two
sons.

She wanted to tell him that she would have lived with a gay son. She wanted
to tell him that she had already suspected it, and that she had already
prepared herself for it.  She wanted to tell him that nothing could have
prepared her for the unspeakable anguish that he had produced in her life
this day.  The words wouldn't come, She could only sob softly and stare at
him in incomprehension.

The officer presently came back in and led their son away to a holding cell
to be transported to Montreal later that day to a more secure facility.

The next several days flew by in a blur.  Lyle's family was notified and
brought up to Montreal.

It was a very difficult time for both families as they came to terms not
only with the senseless killings but also the revelation that Gord and Lyle
had been homosexual lovers.

Gord's mother and father tried their best to welcome Lyle's family, Aunt
Mabel and Joe.  Aunt Ernestine and Uncle Josh were just not able to come
up.  It did not take Aunt Mabel long to understand the pain that Gord's
parents were feeling and to realise that there was no animosity around
Lyle.  It was not a racial thing, at least on the part of Gord's parents.
They were obviously equally horrified by both murders.

It was decided that Lyle's body would be returned to the States to be
buried next to his parents, who had died many years before. However at
Gord's mum's request Aunt Mabel agreed to a memorial service for both young
men at Gord's funeral.

Because of the autopsies and the criminal investigations it was several
days before this could happen.  It was one afternoon in that interim period
of time that Aunt Mabel and Gord's Mum found themselves alone for the first
time together.  At first they didn't say anything, they just sat silently,
deep in thought. Gord's mum was knitting something as was her custom. But
tears were rolling down her face as she mourned her great loss.

Aunt Mabel gently touched her arm, her own tears running unabated down her
cheeks.  "Yer son, was a special man Ma'am, yo should have seen him down at
Josh and Ernestine's'.  It was like he was part of the family.  He was a
special man Ma'am, You can be very proud of him."

Gord's Mum looked at the dear lady that was sitting next to her and broke
down into deep heart wrenching sobs.  Aunt Mabel joined her in tears but
got up and folded her arms around her.  Ma'am I knows that the thought o'
Lyle and him and the thought of yo' othe' boy killin' them is mo' than you
can take right now but I knows' that Lyle was very fond of yo' Gord, an yo'
boy was fond of mah Lyle, now thet cain't be wrong can it? They was both
special boys."

The two women hugged and held each other in their mutual grief.

"You know Mabel, I wondered about my son.  When he told me that Lyle wanted
to come up and visit him, just the way he was acting and the excitement he
had at the thought of the visit I wondered if there was something going on
there.  That wasn't really a problem with me.  I figured that if that was
the way it was to be then we would just deal with it.  What I can't deal
with is what Bill did.  I just can't understand what would have driven him
to do this.  I'm so sorry about Lyle and so ashamed of what my son did to
him."  The lady broke down into sobs and tears again.

Aunt Mabel shook her head sadly as she wept with her.  They sat together
for a long time consoling each other.

The next day the bodies were released and funeral arrangements were made in
earnest.  At the funeral home as they made the arrangements, Joe, Lyle's
brother with tears in his eyes reached into his pocket and removed a ring.
He gazed at it and then gave it to Gord's Dad.  "I think since they will
not be together you should put this in with Gord.  It was Lyle's" Gord's
Dad nodded and hugged Joe.  "That is very kind of you, I think both Lyle
and Gord would be happy"

Two days later a service was held in the church that Gord had attended with
his family for many years.  Only a few family friends were there and the
Aunt Mabel and Joe.  Both coffins were set beside each other in the front.
The Minister knowing the very difficult situation had prepared quite
beautiful and comforting service.  He had spoken to both families and was
able to bring together the friendship and love that these two lads had
found in each other.

After the service for Gord at the grave site all returned to the house,
where some of the ladies of the church had prepared a luncheon for the
family.

The next day Gord's Mum accompanied Aunt Mabel and Joe back to South
Carolina.  She had decided that she wanted to be at the service.

As Joe had done she had presented Aunt Mabel with a memento that had been
precious to Gord to be buried with Lyle. It was symbolic but important to
both families that the two young men be tied together in this way.

Ernestine came up to Gord's mum after the service.  She held out her hand
with the crystal hummingbird Gord had given her.  "You should have this
Ma'am, your Gord gave it to me to shine in my kitchen but you should have
it back.  He was special to us, treated us like his own Aunt and Uncle."

Gord's Mum just took Ernestine's hand and closed it over the hummingbird.

"Gord told me how the sun catches it in your kitchen and it sparkles
through the whole room.  I know he wants you to have it.  Maybe it will
remind you of some good that came out of his life and I will be happy to
know that somewhere someone will be remembering him too with fond
memories."

She smiled sadly as she drew Ernestine drew into an embrace.

"Your boy was a fine young man"

As the families stood together at Lyle's graveside, regardless of what any
of them felt about homosexuality they knew that what Lyle and Gord had
together was special and had to be celebrated and honoured.

Gord and Lyle, in mind's eye, rose above this world's scene together
forever free from persecution, bigotry and hatred, their souls forever
united.