Date: Thu, 10 Sep 2009 18:58:41 +0000 From: David Lee Subject: Second chance, Chapter 40 Second Chance, Chapter 40 Warning: This story is copyrighted by the author known as David Lee and may not be reproduced in whole or in part without explicit permission. This story contains descriptions of love and sexual fulfillment between people of the same gender. If possessing or reading this kind of material is illegal where you live, please leave this site at once. My previous stories may be quickly accessed by searching for my name under the "Stories by Prolific Net Authors" heading which is found under the "Information for Readers" spot. You may write to me at dlee169@hotmail.com. I'll do my best to answer promptly. Please put the title of this story in the "subject" line when you email. For the full disclaimer and additional info, please read the statement that precedes Chapter 1. As always, I thank my editors Tom and David for their proofing my work and giving me suggestions and lots of positive feedback. They're an integral part of this effort. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 40 During the next week, Blake got the call he'd been dreading. Fortunately, he'd had his cell turned off and so he hadn't had to talk to his irate father immediately. In the message, Walter demanded that he explain why he was leaving Bethel. A letter had come to his parents' house from the dean complimenting him on his high grad point, expressing regret for his decision to transfer, and wishing him well in continuing his education at the University of Minnesota. The fact that it was addressed to Blake had not deterred his parents from opening it and reading its contents. "It takes a lot of effin' nerve to open my personal mail!" he exclaimed as he paced the floor in the kitchen. "I'm an adult for God's sake. It's not like I'm 10 years old!" "Easy Babe, you're getting upset over something that you can't change. Even Robbie's sensing it. I can feel him stiffening up like he does when Gloria tries to hold him." "Oh Robbie, Daddy Blake is sorry. He's not going to get you upset too. No he isn't!" Blake took Robbie in his arms and both of them seemed to relax almost immediately. Robbie promptly filled a diaper as his way of bringing Blake back to reality. Blake grinned and shook his head as he took the baby upstairs. This WAS something he could change. ----------- "I really don't know what to do," Blake said to Rob when he returned. "I'd like to go see them and face this head-on, but I hate to go through the drama. Whatever I do, I won't be able to change their minds or hearts. Yet a part of me will feel like a coward if I write a letter or phone them. They don't do anything as modern as email but that would really be impersonal I suppose." "Let me know how I can help you. I want to go with you if you decide to drive up. We can take Robbie with us. He might help ease the situation. Very few people can go on a tear when an innocent baby is present." "I've got to think this over more. When Robbie goes down for his nap, could we cuddle for a while? I really need to feel loved." ---------- With only a few more weeks of school left, many of the high school students were getting antsy for summer vacation. Eric was staying pretty well focused because Josh was a steadying influence. Despite his effervescent Tigger-like spirit, he was a serious, grounded student. That, of course, doesn't imply that he wasn't able to enjoy life like any teenager. The last big push in science class for the term was another group project. Rob was their other partner as he had been in fall term. Now that he had his own laptop again, he was able to participate more easily. Living in the same household made it uncomplicated for the guys to coordinate their plans. It looked like their team was headed for another high grade in the class. Other projects that the guys had been doing on their own helped to fulfill class obligations and lessen the stress of the last part of the term. Eric was able to use the "nursery rhyme" and the short discussion about armadillos for part of the final project in his writing class. Josh turned in the illustrations as a component of his art class final. Rob used sections of the diary he kept about Robbie for his parenting class. ---------- Garret and Luc were spending quite a bit of time together "studying for finals" because they had track in common. Garret's parents were pleased that he had another friend who was into sports. They thought it was good for him to hang around with athletes because those kinds of guys tended to be 100 percent masculine. Luc's mother wasn't convinced that they were studying that diligently. She suspected that their friendship might be something more than sports related and platonic, but didn't say anything to let the boys know what she thought. After nearly losing her firstborn son, she wasn't about to mess up her relationship with her second son or any of her children for that matter. Dylan was trying to hang out with Garret again since breaking up with Marissa. He felt somewhat guilty about having neglected his best friend for the past several months. Now he was kind of an outsider because Garret seemed to have developed other relationships in the mean time. Dylan wasn't jealous or bitter, but he had learned a lesson about maintaining friendships and not letting one person monopolize his time. ---------- Blake got another phone call from his parents when he was at work. This time, he answered without checking who it was from because he was expecting a call from Rob. His mother seemed sweet and calm as she spoke. She invited him to come up on Saturday for lunch, suggesting that it would be good to have him all to themselves. Blake told her that he wouldn't be able to make it until around 1:30 or 2:00. (He actually could have arrived by noon, but he didn't think he'd have an appetite given how things would probably play out.) When he told Rob about it after he got home, Rob was adamant that he should not go alone. "I don't like it! Something seems fishy to me. Your mother was all friendly and implied that they didn't want you to bring anyone with you. After the ranting your father did, it doesn't seem wise to be alone with them. I think we should ask Eric and Josh to go with us and maybe I should leave Robbie at home with his grandfathers." Josh and Eric quickly agreed that Blake should have several people in his corner to help keep his parents at bay. They talked to Ben and Scott about it over dinner. "I almost feel like there should be another adult along," Ben said. "I'm not suggesting that you guys can't handle it on your own, and having one of us might be like a fifth wheel. But I do worry about what Blake's father could do. Has he ever become violent? Is there any chance that he could go postal?" "He's never done anything vicious as far as I know," Blake answered. "He isn't a member of any right-wing militia group or anything. He does tend to rant and rave, but that's where it ends. I have to admit that I don't mind having the other guys to support me. I'm not looking forward to this other than to have it over!" "If your father isn't prone to violence, I guess neither of us has to go along," Ben agreed. "And we'll be delighted to entertain our favorite grandson." ---------- The guys decided to make a road trip out of the 220 mile roundtrip. They left fairly early so that they could check out a couple of lakes on the way up. It was never too soon to scope out places for a possible summer weekend outing. Although they would like to have taken Eric's convertible, Rob's Beamer was much more comfortable for four people. Besides, the day turned out to be cool and cloudy – not perfect weather for having the top down anyway. Both of the lakes they visited looked like prime places to canoe and camp for a leisurely weekend. Josh assured Rob that Robbie would be welcome to join them to see how he tolerated it. If he didn't like it, it wouldn't be a particularly long drive back home. They ate lunch shortly after 12:00. Everyone but Blake was hungry. He was too much on edge to enjoy the small sandwich that he ordered. ---------- Blake frowned at the sight of an unfamiliar car in his parent's driveway. He told the other guys to stay in the car while he investigated the situation. "The rest of you lie low unless I need you. I'm going to make this really quick." "No, I'm going in with you. We're in this together for better or worse!" Rob insisted. "Okay Babe. I love you." Blake rang the bell and stepped back on the open porch waiting to see who would answer. Two men came to the door with Walter. Ursula was nowhere in sight. This was not a good omen! "Who is this punk?" his father demanded, looking at Rob. "Your mother told you to come alone." "This is my boyfriend, Rob. Please address him with respect." Blake answered softly. "I love him with all my heart. I came to tell you to your face that I'm gay. I'm not going to hide who I am anymore." "I knew it! Pastor Hillman and Elder McBride are here to cure you of that. I suspected you were queer when you went to that church. Pastor Hillman looked it up on the Internet. He knows what an evil place it is." "Walt, you take care of this kid and we'll tend to your son," Pastor Hillman instructed him. "I will call on the mighty power of God to make them do as we ask. We will cast the devil out of Blake." Rob snickered at the absurd gestures that accompanied the minister's statements. This man looked like someone on "Saturday Night Live" doing a parody of a religious nut. How could the man take himself seriously? "You should tremble in my presence, boy! I am like the prophet Elisha. You do not know what will befall you if I curse you in the name of the Lord! In Second Kings we read how 42 small boys were mauled by two she bears that God sent to hurt them because they mocked His anointed one calling him `baldy'." "The God I believe in is merciful," Rob insisted. "He would not harm little boys even if they acted like smartasses. I don't take all of those Old Testament stories seriously. Besides, you take yourself WAY too seriously!" "Infidel! Who will deliver you? You are in our power. God will smite you!" The minister and the elder grabbed Blake roughly by the shoulders trying to force him into the house as he struggled to extricate himself from their grasp. As Rob jumped out of the Mr. Ault's reach, he pushed the panic button on his car key. Eric and Josh bolted out of the Beamer and ran toward the house looking as menacing as two wholesome teenagers could. Pastor Hillman suddenly didn't look as self-confident as he had. The wind went out of him almost like he'd been kicked in the groin. (In fact, Blake had landed a quick, sharp snap in that region with his knuckles during the short altercation.) When Hillman recovered his breath, he tried to take control of the situation. "Shut off that alarm, boy. We don't want the whole neighborhood involved." "That's exactly what we do want," Rob grinned triumphantly. "We can settle this inside without other people staring at us," Hillman suggested. "Hey everyone, come over here." Rob called to the people who had come out to investigate the noise. "These men want to take my friend against his will! That's amounts to kidnapping. If they don't let him go, I want someone to call the police." "I'm Bill Ford and I'm a county deputy," one man spoke up. "What seems to be the problem here?" The next few minutes sounded rather chaotic as everyone tried to outshout everyone else in order to tell their side of the story. The deputy finally told them all to shut up. He allowed Blake's father to begin. After several minutes of listening to Walter rant about the Devil and the evils of homosexuality, Mr. Ford told him to be quiet and asked Blake to tell his side. Blake was low-key, precise, and rational in his recounting of the incident. He explained that he was an adult and did not live with his parents anymore. He had come to tell them why he had changed colleges and to come out to them about his sexual orientation. His father had called him a sinner and was intent on "having the devil cast out of him". "This young man has a valid complaint. You've admitted that you were going to force him to do something that he doesn't want to do. If he wants to press charges, I'll be required to arrest the three of you. You cannot hold him against his will for whatever reason. His orientation is none of your business and it's not something that needs curing," the deputy said. "I'll bet you saw `The Exorcist' and mistook it for reality. It's a movie, guys!" "We will pursue this matter another day!" Pastor Hillman shouted. "You haven't heard the last of me." Deputy Ford frowned and turned to Rob. "You're obviously of Italian descent. May I ask where your family originated?" "Sicily," Rob answered wondering why the shift in subjects. "I'll bet you have a `godfather' who looks after you, right?" "Yeah, Cousin Angelo is my godfather. He would never let any harm come to me, if that's what you mean. I guess I should call him to keep an eye on things." Rob said, catching onto what the officer was trying to do. "It's nice for FAMILY to stay in touch when there's a problem," the deputy nodded. "He's threatening me with the mafia!" Pastor Hillman shouted. "Arrest him!" "We were just discussing the close ties that some old-world families maintain," Deputy Ford smiled. "No one is threatening anyone. But I WOULD leave these young men alone if I were you. So, do you want to press charges young man?" "No, but I would like your address and phone number so I can give them to my lawyer in case I need a witness in the future. If my father or these men attempt to kidnap me, we might need you to testify about their intent." "No problem. Here's my card." "Blake, I'm so sorry about this whole thing! They made me call you and lure you here," his mother said as she emerged from the open front door. "I've been thinking a lot about everything and I don't believe that you're evil. Your father and I have argued about it on and off since Easter." "Be quiet and get back in the house, woman!" Walter demanded. "Have you forgotten that it's a wife's place to obey her husband? You made a vow 23 years ago!" "I'm not going back in the house – ever – except to pack! You are a harsh, unreasonable man. After all these years of putting up with your demands, I'm through. Lord knows I've tried to be a good wife, but you've turned into a nut! I'm going to my sister's in Brainard while I file for divorce." "And just how are you going to get there? You can't use either of the cars because they're in my name and I'll have you arrested for grand theft if you take one of them. You have nothing!" "Mrs. Ault, we'll be happy to take you there," Rob offered. "It's not very far out of our way and we have no luggage. The trunk's fairly roomy so you're welcome to bring whatever you can get in there. We can help carry what you want and no one will stop you with this kind deputy around." "It's wrong for you to do this!" the minister cried in an attempt to stop her. "Mom, don't listen to him! You have a right to live your own life just like I do. I'll help in whatever way I can." Blake said as he hugged his tearful mother. "Thanks Son and thank you too young man. I'm going to do it." ----------- The trip home took longer than it would have, but the guys were pleased to have helped Blake's mother. Her sister welcomed her with open arms saying that it was high time she got away from her domineering husband. The guys had called Ben and Scott with some of the details so that they wouldn't worry. Even though Blake's aunt had insisted on feeding them an afternoon snack, they would be home in time for dinner. Blake was thankful for something to eat because he was starved now that his stress level had been lowered. Rob was relieved to know that Robbie was asleep so he wasn't missing that much time with his little boy. He was looking forward to the end of school when he would have more time to enjoy his role as father. On the way home, Rob asked Blake to hand him a new CD that he'd purchased the day before thinking that one of the songs was apropos to Blake's situation. It was on an album by Shinedown called "The Sound of Madness". The track that he chose was "Second Chance". Blake listened to the lyrics with tears in his eyes. Partway into the song, he could understand why Rob had chosen to buy it for him and he loved him for it. Tell my mother, tell my father I've done the best that I can To make them realize This is my life I hope they understand I'm not angry, I'm just saying... Sometimes goodbye is a second chance.* ---------- Rob would have to go to school fairly early on Monday, but that wasn't going to change his plans. He and Blake had both recently received the news that they were free of any sexually transmitted diseases. Tonight, he was going to make love with Blake more intimately than they ever had. They showered, separately, before turning in for the night. Blake assumed that Rob was avoiding getting horned up so that he would get a good night's sleep. Therefore, he put on sleeping shorts after his shower. He was surprised to find Rob's room lit by candles and perfumed by a hint of burning incense when he returned. "You need your sleep, Babe," Blake whispered, secretly hoping that Rob wouldn't listen to him. "I need you!" Rob responded. "I want to celebrate `us'! Come over here and let me rip those shorts off of you." "Yes Lover," Blake said as he walked to Rob's side of the bed. Moments later, Blake was transported by the sensation of Rob's eager tongue bathing his balls and perineum. If this kept up much longer, he was going to spew. "This is your night," Rob said. "What would you like to do best? I'm ready for you to take my cherry if you want it." "You know that I want it, but I don't think this is the time. What I want most tonight is to feel you inside of me. I want to take your hot load." "Your wish is my command, Babe." Rob was becoming a more experienced lover. He concentrated on foreplay until both were dripping copious amounts of precum. Blake felt like every inch from his neck to his groin had been kissed, tongued, or sucked before Rob's steely young cock entered him gently. Blake received that perfect piece of flesh without any discomfort. His only feelings were love, lust, and pure pleasure. Rob moved around in a kind of stirring motion that stimulated all the right places. He didn't let himself thrust like a jackhammer until Blake begged him to do so. >From that point on, both guys headed quickly for bliss. Rob gave a gasping cry of joy as he unloaded a large quantity of jizz. Before he was even finished, he felt Blake's cum spurting between them. Blake grabbed his discarded shorts to wipe up the bulk of the mess. Then he cuddled against Rob's back and both fell into a deep, restful sleep. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ *These are a few of the lyrics from Shinedown's song. The video is posted on their official website: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ifXquF7SyO8 ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Author's notes: A special thanks to Polar who suggested working this song into the story. It plays in the background at the gym some days, but I'd not paid it much attention until he directed me to the website to see the vid. Thanks as always to the people who emailed since last posting: Rad, Caleb, Polar, James H, Bill K, Carroll, Jim We, Baruch, Yvonne M, Gary McC, Jim C, Rutabaga, Pertinax, Paul R, and John McD. I appreciate you and also the people who write only occasionally. David