Date: Sun, 5 Apr 2009 19:19:39 -0700 (PDT) From: Jon D Subject: Mill Town Boys- 18 Disclaimer: This is a work of FICTION. Any similarity between my characters and real people, places, or events is merely a coincidence. This story contains descriptions of imagined sexual activity between teenage boys. If you are not 18 years old or if it is illegal where you live to read material of this kind, please stop here. If this story might offend you go to another site. Everyone have fun and enjoy. You are invited to send comments or story ideas to Playbuddy123@yahoo.com Mill Town Boys-18 "Jeremy" I drove Trevor home about midnight, and just knew I had to stay at Momma's house. Momma gave me a tender hug and a little kiss on the forehead, and said, "I'll make up your bed." I tossed and turned for almost an hour, but seemed no closer to sleep, when I felt the bed move, and Trevor slide in next to me. "I never want another day like this one," Trevor whispered, wrapping his arms around me, snuggling closer, and resting his head on my chest. "I feel so bad for Justin." I remembered those times years ago when Trevor would come to my bed just after Daddy died. "I'm scared." "I know," I whispered, softly rubbing his back. "So am I." * * * * When the alarms went off, I looked down at Jeremy. His eyes were wide as he struggled to breathe. Though I have never actually seen someone die, I had no doubt that it must look something like this, I knew Jeremy was in terrible trouble. Trevor's anxious yell brought help quickly, and Dr. Spangler took fast action. We were pulled from the room by a nurse as they called a code, and tons of people seemed to come out of nowhere to crowd in. We were put in a small room near the emergency room. Justin and Trevor sat on a sofa holding each other, crying. I saw the phone on the end table and called Momma. A few minutes later a Chaplain entered the room. As she introduced herself, I couldn't help but think the worst. "Did Jeremy die?" I tried to say, the words sticking in my throat. "Jeremy is very very sick at the moment. But he's alive. We really need to get a hold of his mother, though. Do you know how we can do that?" Justin told the Chaplain what Jeremy had said about Jeremy's aunt Kate. She nodded. "Dr. Spangler told me how much Jeremy means to you," she said softly, touching Justin's knee. "Dr. Spangler is one of our best; and he's working real hard in there." Justin nodded slightly and then fell into her arms. She held him as he sobbed. "Lord, we need you to be close to Jeremy right now," she prayed as we all offered our own silent prayers. * * * * It seemed like forever before Dr. Spangler lightly knocked on the door and walked in. He looked worn out and his face couldn't hide the strain of the last half hour. "Jeremy?" Justin said, his voice trembling. "He gave us quite a scare," Dr. Spangler said gently, "But he seems to have turned the corner." "What happened?" Trevor asked, sniffing and wiping the tears from his face with the back of his hand. "He had an allergic reaction, its called anaphylactic shock. It causes breathing trouble, especially airway obstruction, and disturbances of heart rhythm. It was close, we almost lost him." Justin started crying again. "What caused it?" I asked, getting control of myself. "We think it was a reaction to one of the medications we gave him earlier. It's rare, but it happens." "Can we see him?" Justin asked hurriedly. "Sorry, not now. We had to put in a breathing tube and give him medicine to put him out. He's on his way to intensive care." "Will he be okay?" Justin whimpered as he gave Dr. Spangler a pleading look. "If everything goes as planned, I think we can pull the tube out in the morning. If so, we'll move him to a regular room in the afternoon. I hope we can have him home in a couple of days." "Thanks," I said softly, "for everything." Dr. Spangler nodded, and left us. * * * * Later that evening, Jeremy's mom got to the hospital and camped out in the intensive care room. When she heard we had been with him since it all happened, she invited us in to see him for the first time. Justin fell apart and Trevor had to take him back out. I knew she was still in a bit of shock, but she had to know the whole story. Jeremy's mom held her son's hand and a few tears ran down her cheeks. "I didn't know," she said softly, rubbing the back of Jeremy's hand as she looked at him, drugged and unresponsive in the bed. The sound of the respirator disturbed the quiet. "Justin loves him more than you know," I whispered. She nodded and sniffed. "Tell him he's welcome here," she said giving me a sad look. "If it will help Jeremy get well, he can stay as long as he likes." * * * * The next few hours were anxious ones. The Sheriff came by and talked with Justin and said he would get the rest of the story from Jeremy as soon as he was up to it. Dr. Spangler stayed late and pronounced himself pleased that Jeremy had responded well, and was now doing much better. He left about ten. It was at that point that Trevor and I felt we could finally make plans to come home. * * * * The next day we arrived at the hospital shortly after 8:00 a.m. Mrs. Collins met us in the hall. "How's Jeremy?" I asked quickly, concerned with how the night had gone. "Doing fine," she smiled, "They took the tube out and he's telling folks he wants out of here!" she laughed. Both Trevor and I grinned. "Can we see him?" Trevor asked. "Give us about an hour and I think we'll be down in another room. Okay?" We both nodded. Sure enough, about an hour later, Jeremy was in a private room at the end of the third floor hall. "Hey," I said gently as Trevor and I walked into his room. "Nice to see you guys," Jeremy croaked, his voice hoarse from having the tube shoved down there. Trevor sat down in a chair near the window, while Jeremy's mom sat next to the bed. We chatted for a while, but soon Jeremy grew tired. He fell asleep as Trev went on and on about driving his truck. "Why don't you boys come back later," Mrs. Collins said, gently moving a tuft of hair away from Jeremy's eyes. "Most likely he'll be sleeping for a while." "Yes, ma'am," Trevor said, and we headed out. * * * * Justin was so grateful Jeremy's mom said he was welcome to be near him that he stayed in Jeremy's room with her until past midnight. Finally, his parents stopped over and tried to convince him it was time to come home. Justin put up a struggle, but his Dad pulled him close and hugged him tenderly. "Justin," he whispered. "Jeremy is going to need you to be strong in the morning when he wakes up. If you really care for him as much as you say you do, then you need to come home with us, now." Justin couldn't have imagined his Dad would understand, let alone seem to go along with the idea that he loved another boy. But apparently hearing how close both Jeremy and Justin had come to being hurt by Mr. Collins, had helped put things into perspective for him. Justin was so exhausted by all that had happened, he finally surrendered, and like a little kid, let his Dad take over. "I'll call the school tomorrow and tell them you won't be there," Mr. Peterson said, guiding his son out of the room. * * * * It was mid-morning when Justin made it back to the hospital. "How is he today?" he asked anxiously as he found Mrs. Collins in the room at the end of the hall. "Look for yourself," she smiled. "He looks great!" Justin said, relieved, "Well, actually he looks like shit, but compared to last night he looks great." He laughed; then embarrassed at having just cursed in front of Jeremy's mom, he quickly put a hand over his mouth. "Oh, sorry." Mrs. Collins smiled. "I raised two boys, believe me, I've heard worse." Justin sat in the chair by the window and they carried on talking for a while. Eventually the conversation moved to Justin and Jeremy's relationship. "I can't really say I understand it all," she said softly, shaking her head a little. "You two wanting to be together, my husband in jail, and Jeremy here, it's all too much." "I know he loves you," Justin said. "And I can tell you love him," she answered back. "He's caring, thoughtful, and he watches out for me all the time," he whispered, his eyes growing wet. "Who are you talking about?" Jeremy said groggily, "Some guy you just met?" He chuckled. Justin jumped up and quickly reached for him. "I thought you were asleep!" he said with a smile. "Been awake for a while," Jeremy drawled. Mrs. Collins held her son's hand for a bit and they talked. Then she said that now Jeremy was awake she would go to the cafeteria for some breakfast. "I'll be about a half hour," she said. "Do you want anything?" she asked Justin. "No, thank you, ma'am." Silently he thought, "I've got everything I need right here." Mrs. Collins left the room, and Justin laid his head on Jeremy's chest, Jeremy running his fingers through Justin's hair. "You scared the shit out of me," Justin scolded, "Don't you ever do that again!" he sniffed, trying to hold in his tears. Jeremy lightly rubbed Justin's back. "Promise," he coughed, his voice still hoarse. There was silence as they enjoyed just being close to one another. Then Justin leaned up and kissed Jeremy. They held the kiss for a while. Jeremy turned his head and whispered in Justin's ear. "Justin, I hate to break this up, but I really need to pee," he said, a little embarrassed. Justin laughed, "Go ahead, they shoved a hose up there." "Huh?" Justin pulled the blanket back and lifted Jeremy's gown; a catheter was sticking out from the end of his very limp penis and into a rubber tube. "The tube goes down to a bag under your bed." "Crap," Jeremy sighed. Justin giggled, "Go ahead and pee, I wanna watch." Jeremy made a face, "Fucking Pervert!" he said with a playful scowl and pulled the clothes back over himself. They looked at each other and laughed. Jeremy closed his eyes and Justin grinned as Jeremy appeared to take care of his business. When Jeremy opened his eyes again, they both giggled. "I love you so much," Justin whispered, just before Jeremy's mom came back into the room. "Mom," Jeremy said gripping Justin's hand, "This is my boyfriend, Justin." * * * * It was just after noon when Jeremy and Justin heard a soft knock on the door. "Come in," Jeremy rasped. Dwight Barnes, the Lumberjacks quarterback, stepped in, along with about ten guys from the team. "Dewey," Jeremy managed to say, with an ear to ear smile. "Collins," Dewey grinned, "How's my man?" "Okay," Jeremy laid his head back down on the pillow, still very tired. The rest of the guys all came close to the bed and one by one either gave Jeremy a high five, or otherwise let him know they were there. "Coach said he'll be up after school," Dewey announced, apparently having been appointed the team spokesman. "We cut lunch and study hall," he laughed. "This is for you," Mark Jacobs said, handing Jeremy a box. Jeremy nodded and as he tried to reach for it, he realized that with the IV and the bandages, he was going to have some trouble. "I'll help," Justin offered, and held onto the box as Jeremy pulled at the wrapping with one hand and got it open. Jeremy reached in and pulled out a blue T-Shirt with a big red "S" emblem on it. "Faster than a speeding bullet, more powerful than a locomotive, but not able to drive a truck worth shit," Dewey chuckled. The guys broke out in laughter and cheers as Justin spread the T-shirt out on Jeremy's chest. "Thanks guys," Jeremy whispered, his voice almost gone. "Well, we better be getting back to school," Dewey said gently, "You get your sorry ass out of here and back on the field. "I need my best wide receiver out there." Jeremy nodded, as several of the guys turned to leave. "Wait, one more thing," Jeremy said, swallowing to ease the soreness in his throat. He looked at Justin, and Justin ever so slightly shook his head "No." "The whole school is probably going crazy trying to figure out why I'm here," Jeremy whispered, "I know you know my Dad took a shot at me. You probably don't know why." The guys quickly looked at one another, no doubt unsure what to say. "My Dad found out that I'm gay." Jeremy whispered, tears filling his eyes. The guys stood in silence. Jeremy started to sob. "And I'm his boyfriend," Justin finally said softly and reached for Jeremy's hand. The room was quiet for one long minute. "Well, now you see what going to those team parties will do." Dewey smiled, total acceptance evident in his tone and attitude. Jeremy laughed between tears. "Can you guys deal with a fag on the team?" he sniffed. "I never did like labels," Mark said, adding his two cents. "You're no different today than you were yesterday," Ty said from the back of the room. There were a couple of coughs as one or two of the guys no doubt were struggling with what they were feeling. "Well, if we're done crying our eyes out, I'm hungry," Dewey grinned, and the place erupted in laughter. He gave Jeremy a serious look. "If anyone's got a problem with you, they got a problem with the whole team," He said, authoritatively and then looked back for approval. Every one of the guys nodded in agreement. * * * * Later that afternoon, while Justin sat holding Jeremy's hand, a Social Worker stopped in and spoke with Jeremy and his Mom. She was worried that Jeremy might not be safe, especially if his Dad got out of jail on bail. "By law we can order your Dad to stay away from the house, but he still might show up there." Jeremy's Mom shook her head, "I can't deal with this, he's my husband, that's where we live." "I won't go back there!" Jeremy said with conviction. "That bastard isn't going to run my life anymore." Justin looked at Jeremy and then at his mom, they were both struggling. The Social Worker looked at what was left of a family. "Well, we don't have to work it all out right now." She stood up, "It would help if we could find a safe place for you to stay for a while, though. I can look into a group home of some kind, maybe a foster home." "Any place but back there," Jeremy whispered looking out the window, avoiding his mother. "Honey, I wish you'd come home. Your Daddy's a good man, but you know he just drinks a little too much sometimes." "You're always making excuses for him!" Jeremy said, with disgust, "but I'm not playing that game, not any more." Jeremy turned to Justin and gave him a loving look. "What do you say, can you stick with a boyfriend that lives in a cardboard box behind a dumpster?" "If it has a wide screen TV," Justin joked, and Jeremy laughed. Justin squeezed Jeremy's hand, and Jeremy squeezed it back. The message was clear; Justin would always be there for him, no matter what. "Do what you have to do," Jeremy said softly to the Social Worker. She nodded and left the room. Justin looked at the tears falling down Jeremy's cheeks and made up his mind. He excused himself, headed out the door, and then down to the end of the hall. Justin reached for his cell phone and hoped his Dad wouldn't be pissed that he was calling him at work. "Dad? It's me, Justin." "I know it's you, I only have one son," his Dad laughed. "Oh yeah, well, I need a really big favor. . ." * * * * Write me at Playbuddy123@yahoo.com with ideas or suggestions for future chapters. Hugs, J