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Chapter 15 left us with the following:
"NO!" Seth said. "That will ruin EVERYTHING!"
"Why, Bro?" I said
"Then, at least you will be sure to be able to go." Craig added.
Seth had tears in his eyes. "I don't want them there watching my every move! If they go, I'm not going!"
Seth was almost livid in his disappointment that Mom and Dad might be going to Vermont too. I guess he saw it as his first chance to be away from home- on his own. Probably exactly what Mom and Dad didn't want. We were all whispering, in my room. Jake and Colin were in my sister's old room, and Rob was on the couch in the den. We had dropped off Seth on our way to the bar, and Mom insisted we stay there for the night. Seth crept in to my room after all the lights were out. Craig and I were already in bed. Seth was sitting on the side of the bed.
"C'mere, Little Bro!" I said, my arms extended. He laid down - on top of the covers - beside me, and I wrapped my arms around my little brother. He snuffled on my neck. I turned him over so he was between me and Craig. I signaled to Craig and he sandwiched Seth between us. We held him there for a long time. When I heard his breathing slow way down, I knew he was asleep. I very carefully lifted him up, and carried him to his room. He didn't wake up. Heh! I had to drag the covers with us, as they were in-between us!
Chapter 16
The fall semester was in full swing when it was time to go to go back East. October in Southern California is like a cooler cousin of summer, except the leaves are brown. We arrived in Burlington on Friday, September 30th. I had heard of the beauty of autumn in the Eastern U.S., but no amount hype could have prepared me for what we saw there. It was like a fairy land (no pun intended!) in a cartoon wonderland of bright colors. Uncle Jake had bought out a large bed-and-breakfast on nearby Malletts Bay on Lake Champlain for the weekend.
Our room was between Jake and Colin on one side and Rob on the other. That's all there were in our building, and it was secluded from the rest. Jake and Colin decided that since they were not exactly on their honeymoon (they had been unofficially married for 1 ½ years, and were living together a year or so before that.) they weren't going to need special treatment. The room they had WAS considered the bridal suite, (Heh! A bridal suite with no bride!) but in reality it was not much different than all the rest, except all the linens were white. They each could have been a bridal suite almost anywhere else! Poor Seth had to stay with mom and dad.
Craig and I decided to rent our own car, so we could do some exploring, on our own. We invited Rob and Seth to go with us, to "see the fall colors". I thought Dad looked a little darkly toward letting Seth go, but he didn't want to be totally unreasonable, so he demurred. Seth was like a little boy! Hell, he WAS a little boy! I KNOW I was not that immature at 17! It was not that long before. I was only nineteen, myself!
We drove north around the bay. It was like a patchwork quilt. The trees mostly grew in clumps or groves of a kind. So there would be an expanse of yellow, or orange or red, or in the case of the evergreen oaks and firs, green. The Aspen, with its silver-dollar (except bright yellow!) leaves shimmering in the slightest breeze, I think were my favorite. Craig loved the multi-colored maples. Rob and Seth were pretty quiet the whole time, but they were wide eyed ands open mouthed! It was an unreal, almost ethereal experience. Our car was a convertible, so we could enjoy it to the fullest.
We all met in the dining room for an excellent late evening dinner of broiled freshwater kokanee salmon fillets with lemon pepper, and fresh veggies. The salad was a work of art with multi-colored "greens" and a wonderful house dressing. The soup, of course (Friday night special -- everywhere!) was clam chowder. Dessert was a nice New York type homemade cheesecake.
I guess we tired Seth out. His head was drooping at the dinner table. When dinner was over, we all retired to the sitting room for an after dinner drink. Seth headed for the room. We joked around quite a bit in the sitting room, badgering Jake and Colin about who the bride was going to be, and who would carry the bouquet! We were all ready to retire at around midnight.
Craig and I were feeling a little buzzed and very romantic! We opened the door to our room, and the management had left a bottle of Champaign and fresh flowers on the table, plus an assortment of mints and chocolates. We popped open the Champaign and poured one glass apiece. We clinked our glasses and it was Craig that said, "May someday we can do this!"
"But, we ARE doing it, Studly!" I retorted.
"I mean get married." He was slightly slurring. I guess he had more than I did in the sitting room. I hoped he would remember what he said in the morning. After a long kiss, we undressed each other, and climbed into the shower. After a "thorough" wash of our bodies (and all appendages and orifices!) by each other, we went to bed, and fell immediately asleep.
JUST KIDDING!!!
We of course wore nothing to bed. It was a little cold already in Vermont, and so it felt great to snuggle under the covers. Jake's head disappeared and he started kissing my nipples, and teasing them with his teeth. He kissed up to each arm pit, gently licking and tugging at the hair there with his lips. He then worked his way down to my navel, swirling his tongue in and around, making me giggle. Then he went for the treasure trove down below. I was massaging his head, ears and shoulders.
I threw back the covers, and it was too clod, so I climbed down and got myself into 69 position with him. We ever so gently and slowly worked each other's genitals for what seemed like an eternity. I think the alcohol slowed down our reactions, and maybe even our desire somewhat, but not the desire to please one another. It seemed like half the night passed before we both started to breath a little heavier. I stopped and turned back around.
I kissed him deeply, and said, "I would like you to make love to me tonight."
"Really?!" He was very gentle, because it had been a long time since I had been on the bottom. He lubed me up really good, and started with one finger, as I had shown him. And he did it like a pro. When he finally put it in me, it went in as slick as his tongue in my mouth. He started out very slowly. The bed started to squeak. As he got into it, the headboard started to tap the wall between ours and Jake's room. We were just enough drunk to not care much. As he continued to build steam, and I was feeling every thrust in my tender sphincter and on my prostate. I started to grow in intensity of feeling, and started my characteristic high pitched moans and groans, undulating with each thrust. Craig was huffing and puffing loudly himself. The headboard was by this time rapping smartly against the wall.
We were just about to the peak of our excitement, when we heard, from the other side of the wall, in unison, Jake and Colin yelling to us, "Go! Chris! Go! Craig Go! Chris! Go! Craig" in time to the knocks of our headboard on the wall. We finished up with the most powerful mutual orgasm we ever had, mixed with roaring laughter, both from us and my cousin and his sweetheart next door. It was so damned funny and so damned -- orgiastic at the same time! We both also thought of Rob, maybe trying to wank in time to us, and that added to our mirth!
We ended up in a mess of goo between us and on the sheets, and our locked lips and tongues caressing every part of our mouths. We did something I always wanted to do: We locked mouths, and did not breath through our noses but just kept blowing and sucking the same air back and forth, until Craig was the one who finally gave in. We fell asleep, completely exhausted and feeling completely loved, in each others arms.
Rap-Rap-Rap!
I looked at the little clock on the bedside table. It was 2:30 AM. I went to the door, without as much as dressing any part of me, still looking and smelling of sex. I cracked open the door. It was my dad. He pushed in, paying no attention to my condition. He was wild eyed!
"Is Seth in here?" He demanded.
"No! I thought he was in your room!"
"So did we. He must have slipped out after we went to bed. Do you have any idea where he cold have gone?"
I had an idea, but I did not want to tell Dad. "Not a clue. We'll get dressed and start looking. I'm sure he's not far. Dad!"
"What?"
"Calm down." I'm sure he's all right. You start checking the other rooms. Start with Rob's room. I will check outside"
"Where could he be, outside?" dad wondered.
"I don't know, but I intend to check."
As soon as Dad was gone, We both jumped into some clothes and headed for the same place -- a bar about as far as a city block away, which had a rainbow flag on it. We had noticed it earlier, as we were going on our car ride. I had hoped it would go unnoticed by Seth. We ran to the place. It was dark inside, so it took a few moments for our eyes to adjust from even the lights in the parking lot. This was not like the two gay bars I had been to in California. It was dark and quiet. And very few people were there -- all men.
We made our way around to every table, and at the second to the last table, there sat my little brother, with two very greasy looking guys, about 29 or 30 would be my guess. I grabbed Seth by the arm and yanked him up.
"Hey!" The bigger of the guys slurred. "We saw him first!"
I ignored him and dragged Seth out of the darkness of the bar. He was crying by the time we hit the parking lot. The two guys were a lot bigger than we were, and they followed us out. Again the bigger of the two spoke;
"Where the fuck do you think you're taking our quarry?"
"This is not your quarry! It's my little brother, ass hole! Get lost!"
"No one tells me to get lost. Grab him, Larry, I'll get bigger guy." Craig was barely bigger than I was.
"Go get Dad!" I said to Seth. "And call the police!"
"You two will be beat into the gravel before the cops can get out here!" and the guy who was closest to me clobbered me on the side of my head. I staggered and went down. Before I could think, his foot was in my ribs, and he pounded the back of my neck.
I saw the bigger guys foot racing toward Craig's crotch when the bigger guy sort of lifted off the ground and hit the pavement with a thud which I could feel. His buddy stopped and gawked and then I could see it was Rob who had hit the big guy. He then took two steps and put his foot in the middle of the guy's back who was drubbing me. He went down like a swatted fly.
"What the hell are you two up to?" Rob demanded of them. They looked afraid. They were now outnumbered and Rob towered over each of them. "HEY! I'm talking to you. AND WHAN I TALK, I EXPECT AN ANSWER!"
The smaller one, shaking, said, "We was just having some fun with the kid!"
I was up by this time. "Do you know how old "the kid' is?"
"He said he was eighteen!" the bigger one yelled.
"Don't yell at me, ass hole!" Rob said.
"Did he look eighteen", I roared back at him. "or even fifteen? You fucking perverts! I don't even want to think of what you ere going to -!" I stopped "You better not have as much as touched him, Pervert!"
There were sirens in the distance. They tried to run, but Craig and I were able to contain the smaller guy, and the larger one was no match for Rob.
"What's going on?" My dad was out of breath, Seth was a step behind him.
"These gentleman were entertaining Seth, Dad." The two degenerates looked with venom at my dad. Uncle Jake arrived at the same time as the police. I'm glad they did. I've never seen my dad with such rage. And I was glad Uncle Jake was there, because I thought he would add some sanity to the situation, not being quite a closely emotionally tied as we were.
"The police are here." He said. "Let them do their job."
"Uh, I'm Officer Jackson. What seems to be the matter here?"
Dad looked at me. I spoke first. "First, These two men on the ground here were in the bar with my little brother."
"And your brother would be - ?" Seth was hiding behind Dad. I seriously think he thought he was in trouble with the police. I pointed him out. Seth got a wild, scared look on his face.
"Do you think you can tell me what happened, here, son?" The officer was very soft spoken and very sweet. Seth came around from behind Dad, (with some "help" from dad) and nodded his head.
The bigger of the perverts spat, and Seth looked at him. He sneered, "You better watch what you say, `SON', or -" I thought my dad was about to put a foot in his face.
"This is my partner, Officer Proud." Officer Jackson said, very politely, "Jim, will you please show these two gentlemen what the back seat of a squad car looks like -- though I expect they already know. You may want to read them their rights as you lead them over there.
Officer Proud was not quite so nice. He first approached the smaller pervert, and told him to stand spread-eagle against the car. He frisked him very thoroughly, and checked closely any hidden places. I saw the guy grimace as he grabbed his balls and muscled them out of the way, to check between his legs. He read him his rights and pushed into the car and closed the door. Then he came for the bigger guy. Rob still had his foot in the middle of his back.
"You can let him up now, Sir. I can handle scum like this JUST FINE! I'm always hoping his kind will resist arrest! Get over there, SCUM!"
When they were both safely out of the way, (It didn't take more than two minutes) Officer Jackson turned back to Seth. Now, son, I want to ask you some questions. Do you think you can answer them for me?"
Seth bobbed his head.
"Did either of those gentlemen hurt you or touch you in any way you did not like?"
"N-n-no Sir." He started, "Well - "
"Yes? You don't have to be afraid, son. You are in no trouble -" he looked at my dad, "at least not with us."
"They -- th-th-they -"
"Take your time, (what's your name?)"
"Seth"
"Take your time, Seth. We don't want to forget anything."
After taking a big breathy sigh, "They threatened me."
"What did they say to you?"
"They told me that if I said anything about -- about -"
"About what, Seth -- you can tell me." He was so gentle with Seth!
"They didn't wa-wa-wa-want me to-to-to tell what they - - what they did," he was hyperventillating, "to each other."
"And what was that, Seth?" He then looked at my dad. "Are you Seth's father?" Dad nodded. "Do you mind if I continue with this line of questioning?"
"It's -- okay, Officer."
"Seth? Can you tell me what they did?"
"First they tie-tie-tied me up. And then they made me watch them -- have - - have -- sex." Seth looked at the ground. "It wasn't anything like -" My dad shot a quick sharp look at me! I was holding my breath -- petrified! "It wasn't anything like I though it would be like! It was - It was gross!" He then started crying.
"It's all right, Seth," We can do this later. I want you to take this (he handed Seth a small pad of paper) and write down everything you can remember, so you can tell us later. Can you do that?"
After a huge shuddering sigh, Seth said, "Yes."
"Do you trust the gentleman standing over there?" he asked Seth, indicating Rob.
"Yes."
"Will you just stand a moment with him while I talk to your father?" Seth ran to Rob, who, not thinking, picked him up and held him as if he were a little boy.
Dad and I walked aside with the officer. "Sir, I expect Seth is an some amount of trouble for his part in this, from a parental viewpoint. Can I ask you not to intimidate him too much until we have had a proper chance to debrief him?"
"I think Seth has had punishment enough." Dad said. I was so proud of my dad!
Officer Jackson asked if Dad and Seth could come to the station the next morning. Dad said sure.
"Seth, we will deal with your error in judgement later." My dad said, as we walked back to the rooms. "What I want you to do right now is write down everything you can remember about -- about being with those thugs. I know it's the middle of the night, but I doubt you will be able to sleep very well anyway. I know I won't!"
The next morning, Seth asked if I would also come to the police station. Of course I said yes. If Seth seemed immature before, he really did on that morning. Officer Jackson was there, as we were, right on time. He had to take time away from his family to do it.
"Is that your account, Seth, of what transpired last night?" he said.
"Yes." Seth said. "Well, it's more like notes."
"That will be fine. Seth, how did you come in contact with the two gentlemen you were with last night?"
"I met them in the parking lot."
"Do you mean the parking lot of the Bed-and-breakfast your are staying at with your parents?"
"No. At the -- at the b-bar."
"Okay. Do you mind telling me why you were there?"
"I was curious. I- " He stopped there.
"I see. Do you remember what time it was that you arrived there.?"
"Hmmm. I didn't write that down, but -- it was after 12:30, I know."
"And why were you out, in that particular parking lot, so late at night."
Seth looked at dad, then at the ground. "I -- I don't know."
"C'mon, Seth, you must have had a reason for going." Seth looked at dad again. "Mr. Gary, could I speak to you outside?"
They got up and went outside the door. "Mr. Gary, Seth seems to be intimidated to answer with you in the room. That's not unusual. I'm sure he knows what he did was wrong. Can I ask you to stay out here and watch through the window? Seth's brother can stay if he wants.
"I -- I guess that would be alright."
Officer Jackson came back in, and sat down. "Now, Seth, how is it you found yourself in the parking lot of that bar after 12:30 at night?" Seth looked out the window at his dad. "He can't hear you, Seth. But I'm sure you will probably tell him all this later, right?"
"Yes."
"So, can you answer the question?"
"Well, earlier I saw the rainbow banner outside the bar,."
"And what did the rainbow banner tell you, Seth?"
"That it was a -- a gay bar."
"And that interested you?"
"Yes."
"How did you get permission to go out that late?"
"I didn't."
"You didn't get permission? Then how did you leave the room?"
"Mom and Dad were pretty tired, I guess, and they fell asleep quickly when they came into the room. I was asleep, but I woke up when they came in. I pretended to be asleep." Seth was getting bolder, now that Dad was not in the room. "I snuck out when I knew they were asleep."
"So you left the room without your parents permission?"
"Can I get in trouble for that?"
"Only from your parents, Seth. I want to establish it, for the record that your parents did not give you permission to go. It may protect them later."
"Okay. No I did not have their permission. Dad would have killed me if he knew."
"Is that what you want me to report?"
"What?"
"That your dad would have killed you?"
"NO! I mean, no. I didn't mean it like that. He would have been plenty mad."
"And how long were you in the parking lot before you met those two gentlemen?"
"About 15 minutes. Actually I was getting scared and cold, and had decided to go back to our room. They drove up to the parking lot and started for the door of the bar. Then they saw me and walked over and asked if I was alright. I said yes. I was getting more scared. They were real nice, but there was something about them. They asked me why I was out there."
"What did you tell them?"
"I told them I was curious. Then one of them asked me how old I was."
"And what did you tell them, Seth?"
"I told them -- I told them I was 18."
"Why did you tell them that, Seth?"
"Well, at home it's illegal for someone under 18 to be out that late."
"How old are you Seth?"
"17."
Officer Jackson's eyebrows arched up high. He looked at me. I nodded. "He looks young for his age, sir."
"And what happened next, Seth?"
"They took me into the bar and we sat way back in a corner of the bar. One of them went to the bar to get drinks."
"Wasn't there a waiter or waitress there?"
"Yes, but he decided to get them himself."
"Probably so the waiter could not see how young my brother was!" I said. The officer nodded, but made no notation to that effect.
"Did he buy you a drink, Seth?"
"Yes."
"And what kind of drink did he get for you?"
"I don't know, but it was yellow and had a cherry in it. It was sweet and tasted pretty good."
"What happened next?"
"They were both real nice to me. Asked me where I was from, and where I went to school.'
"What did you tell them?"
"I told them I lived in Cerritos, California and went to Cerritos Junior College."
"And is that where you go to school?"
"No, sir. I go to high school. I am a senior."
"I see. Then what happened?"
"I guess the alcohol was making me feel more -- comfortable or something. They were really nice. They asked me if I wanted to go to their apartment. I was a little afraid, but I said yes."
"You were very brave, Seth. Maybe a little too brave? What happened next?"
"When we got to their apartment -"
"Did they take you there in their car?"
"Yes. When we got there, They gave me another drink, then one of them grabbed me, and the other tied me up. They were laughing all the time, but I got real scared. They told me not to worry, and that they were going to put on a show for me. They laid me on the couch. Their apartment was only like a motel room. There was a couch and a couple chairs and the bed. They laid me so I could see the bed. Then they started to undress each other. The big one looked at me and said to watch very carefully, because when he was through with his buddy, I was going to be next. I -- I was drunk, but still I was s-s-so scared!"
"Can you describe in simple terms what they did, Seth?" Seth looked scared.
"Would you like your dad to come back in, Seth?"
"N- no."
"Is it alright for your brother to be here?"
"Ye- yes!"
"Now, Seth, can you descibe to me what they did?"
"Well, as I said, they undressed each other, kissing and tickling as they went. The big guy went down to the other guy's -- his -- middle."
"Are you trying to say his crotch area?"
"Yes. He licked and sucked all around there. Then he spread his legs and started to -- he started to -" at this point Seth started to cry.
"It's okay Seth, take you time."
"Seth, are you sure you want me to stay?" I said.
"Yes!" he said emphatically. I moved closer and put my arm around Seth. "Then he started to -- to -- to lick his -- his" Seth looked at me and then said, "Ass hole! It was so gross! He then looked at me and said, `are you watching this real good, kid? This is what you are going to do for me!' I didn't know what to do. I was afraid, and he was talking real mean by that time. I didn't want to watch, but once when I closed my eyes the big guy threatened to come over and hit me if I didn't watch. Then he continued licking down there -"
"You mean on his anus?"
"THAT's what it's called! Yes! He actually was sticking his tongue inside it a little. I could see brown stuff dripping down his chin. I almost threw up, but forced it down. Then the big guy got himself on top of the other guy, and stuck his -- er -- penis -- into his -- er - anus. The smaller guy groaned a little, and then he started to -- er -- fu -" Seth looked at me, tears coursing down his face. I nodded. "he started to -- f-f- fuck him -- really fast. They both started to moan and yell. Then I guess the big guy came. I know the other guy did, because it got all over both of them."
"Seth, Are you alright to continue? Or do you want to finish this later?"
"No! Now!" he said emphatically. "Then they got dressed. They both smelled like -- like -- crap! The big guy forced me to kiss him. His breath smelled like -- poop! I almost barfed, but again I forced it down. They untied me and threatened to kill me if I said anything to anybody. I was afraid to say anything even to them. They took me back to the bar, and ordered got more drinks. They threatened to kill me if I made a scene. They told me that as soon as we had a few more drinks, it was my turn to -- to -- to do what the big guy did. Only I was supposed to do it to him! We were about to leave when Chris found me."
"Now, Seth, I am going to ask your dad back into the room. When I do, I want to show him the report. Is that okay with you?" Seth looked dubious. "I have to make this official. Your brother can sign it, but it would be better if your dad signed it too. This will be used as evidence in court. If it is admitted by the judge, it may prevent you and your dad from having to come back later, to appear in court in person."
"Okay." He invited Dad in. Dad read the report. Dad started to cry as he read it. We all four signed it. Officer Jackson thanked us for coming in. He asked Seth if he had learned anything from it. Seth said he had. "And what did you learn, Seth?"
"That I should not be out late at night alone, and -- that I should not talk to - strange men -- no matter how nice they seem!"
On the way back to the bed-and-breakfast Seth said to both Dad and me, "I learned something else."
"What is that, son?"
"I learned that I really love you both -- and that -- I'm NOT gay! That stuff was so gross!" I resisted the urge to tell him it didn't have to be like that.
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