Date: Sat, 28 Oct 2000 16:19:25 -0700 (PDT) From: Dewey Subject: Brian and Pete Prologue Copyright Notice - Copyright October 2000 by Dewey. This story is copyrighted by the author and the author retains all rights. This work may not be duplicated in any form, physical, electronic, audio, or otherwise without the authors expressed permission. All applicable copyright laws apply. This story is a work of erotic fiction involving teenage boys partially based on real people and events. Names have been changed to protect the guilty as well as the innocent. All the usual rules apply. If you shouldn't be reading this now, then don't continue on. Author's Note: This story will be posted at my website, as well as here at Nifty. New chapters will be posted first at the following site: http://members.tripod.com/dewey.ftlop/ Chapters will then be posted to Nifty as I post further chapters to my site. The first place to see the new chapters will be there. If you haven't joined my mail list, please do so, as it is the only way I inform you of new chapters. Instructions on how to join follow the text of the Prologue. Brian and Pete Prologue The Beginning My second life began on the first Sunday in November. I was leaving everything behind me. Old friends were already fading into the far reaches of my memory. Old hurts and painful memories were not so easy to forget. They formed who I was and who I am, dictating the way I lead my life. This is the challenge, then, to unlearn fifteen years of training, fifteen years of abuse, fifteen years of constant brainwashing. My needs aren't important; I am secondary and not worth anything. I believed every word. The events leading up to this day took on a greater significance than ever before, if it were possible. Pete, my boyfriend, had been taken from me three years prior to my new life. We had known each other for nearly three years before that, but we didn't become a couple until four days before he was ripped out of my life. Four days. Four short days for two boys to fall in love, to share a bond that time and separation could not destroy. Here's what happened. I caught Pete crying in his locker one day and I convinced him to skip so we could talk about what was bothering him. He came out to me behind the bleachers, and I sort of came out to him at the same time. I wasn't sure I was gay at the time, but I knew I loved him. Over the next three or four days, our world came crashing down around us. Pete's mom found out he was gay. She said she loved him and would support him, but she had to tell his dad. Joe was a huge macho jerk, and, to say the least, didn't like the fact that his son was gay. Pete and I were sitting downstairs when he was told. Less than a minute later he came downstairs determined to kill us both. We narrowly escaped into the woods. Pete and I ran to a fort we had cut out of the underbrush. We both collapsed when we arrived, but Pete was devastated. He cried for a long time. All I could do was hold him. His dad is out of the picture now. Much later, we snuck back to the house and got the motorcycles and battery powered lanterns, and took off for my place, some ten miles away. When we arrived, we stashed the bikes and flashlights in another fort we had built, and then walked toward my house. The police were everywhere, and they talked us into coming in. Danny was the cop who walked us out of the brush. He was an old family friend. On the way in he asked us if we were gay. When we said we were, he came out to us as well. The night before he left, Pete and I had a fight. I left the house to give him some room to think, ending up at my friend Chris's house. They offered me a bed for the night, which I took gladly. I woke up early the next morning and left for home. As I approached I saw Pete and his mom getting in their car with their luggage. She was taking him away. We didn't even get a chance to say goodbye. I collapsed as he went out of sight, and ended up in the hospital. Mom was there when I awoke three days later. She and Dad had known Pete was being taken away, and hadn't told me. I told them to get out. They had betrayed me in the worst possible way. Eventually I had to go home, though. I didn't give them a chance. It was during this time that I started suppressing all my emotions. I had done that since I was a little boy, but now it was total. I didn't feel anything. No happiness, no joy, but most of all, no pain. Chris and his mom more or less took me in. I spent most of my time up there. Chris taught me how to lift weights and work out. I became a fanatic. I went out for football and wrestling, things no one would have ever thought I'd do. I also ran track for the exercise, and that was the only reason. Along with practices, I worked out hard every day after school. I also threw myself into my school work, earning a four-point average. As you can tell, I was burning my candle at both ends and the middle as well. I didn't take care of myself, virtually starving myself to make weight in wrestling, and even after I didn't eat much or often. This went on for two and a half years. My parents eventually earned some of my trust back, and I moved back into the house. However, they weren't done with their betrayal. In early September of 1992, my dad pulled out a shoebox and gave it to me. It was full of the letters Pete had been writing me all the time he had been away. They had kept them from me. I ran away. Danny found me and offered me a place to stay. He was a better father than my real dad had been to that point, and I loved him for it. I stayed there until it was time for me to fly to Portland, Oregon. Pete's lawyer had subpoenaed me as a witness for Pete in his emancipation suit against his mother. It turned out she was a major homophobe. Her boyfriend was actually going to attack Pete until I tackled him. He won his suit. He was an adult now. Sometime before the trial actually came up, though, Pete's grandparents had died in a car accident. They left him a considerable sum of money and a house just outside of Hillsboro, Oregon. He could have supported himself on that alone, but he had found a new family. The Pattersons were great people. They had taken Pete in when his mom kicked him out of their apartment. I guess they really meant something to Pete, because he took their last name after he was emancipated. Pete and I talked for the first time in three years a few days before the judgment was given. It was an awkward meeting to say the least. Neither of us really knew how to start. We sat on the front porch and began to cry. I cried my eyes out, letting some of that long suppressed pain come out. The next two weeks went by so fast. I still had crying fits every now and then. Pete had his share too. Our bond was renewed. Our love was confirmed. We both realized we had to get to know each other again; three years is a long time. We were inseparable. Somewhere in that two weeks, I cam e to the realization that my parents had tried their best to protect me, and they did it the best they knew how. Hiding the letters was a bad choice, but they thought they were doing the right thing. I decided it was time to grow up and put my life back in their hands, where it belonged in the first place. Pete and I had no idea what their reaction would be when I asked to stay with him. Fortunately, they realized it would destroy us both if they refused. My dad had lost his job just before I went to Portland. With Pete's help, the Pattersons convinced Mom and Dad to come up and look for work in the Portland area. They both found a job on the first day. And decided to move up to Portland. They admitted part of the reason they even considered this was so Pete and I could be together. For the love of Pete. Everything that I have done, whether I knew it or not, was for him. For the love of Pete, I would do anything. I would die for him. ===O=== I'd like to invite you to join a list that will notify you of new chapters being released for "Pete". To subscribe, you can write to: dewey2k-subscribe@listbot.com You can also subscribe to the list by visiting its ListBot page: http://dewey2k.listbot.com After you send or fill out a join request you will be sent a verification request, to which you will have to reply in order to complete the join process.