Homony

The following is part of a novel in progress. There is some sex but not highly explicit. It is a fantasy set in the not so distant/possible future. Please let me know what you think. E-mail me at: rwig@hotmail.com

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***** HOMONY

ONE

When he opened his eyes he had no idea where he was. The lights were dim in the small room. He was lying on his back in a double bed, the sheet and a thin blanket covered the lower part of his body but his chest was bare. He looked around the unfamiliar surroundings trying to remember something, anything about the night before. The best he could manage was having an argument with Gloria about sending the kids to private school. It was not the first time they had gone through the same fight and it would hardly be the last.

He moved his legs over the side and sat up, ran his hand through his hair and down his face. He needed a shave and a shower. Noises from the next room brought his attention to the door. The handle turned and a young man came in wearing a robe and carrying a tray with a steaming cup on it. Jerrison prayed it was coffee. He didn't recognize the guy but found him attractive as guys went. He hadn't thought about being attracted to another guy since before marrying Gloria fifteen years ago. Okay, yeah he had thought about it but he hadn't done anything with those thoughts.

"I'm glad to see you awake. I was getting worried." The man placed the tray on a bedside table and handed him the cup which did indeed contain coffee. "I wasn't sure how you wanted it so I brought some creamer and sweetener packets. Sorry no milk or real sugar. Those are a bit above my price range."

"This is fine, thanks." Jerrison said. He took a sip of the coffee. He could tell it wasn't real coffee either. He made a face.

"Soy. I guess I should have warned you. I haven't even tasted real coffee since I was a teenager. Not that it was that long ago, mind you." He smiled. He smiled. His teeth were mostly white and very even. He'd obviously had work done at some point in his life.

Jerrison pored some of the powdered creamer into the drink and added a sweetener. The taste didn't improve by much. His mind was busy working through some of the things the young man had said. Why would he have trouble affording such common things as coffee, milk and sugar? The economy was rough but it wasn't that bad.

"You have no idea who I am, do you?" The man said.

"No, I'm sorry." Jerrison tried to look the man in the face but found it embarrassing to have woke up in a stranger's bed and not know who that person was.

"I'm not really surprised. You seemed a little out of sorts when I found you yesterday. Don't worry; I didn't take advantage of you or anything last night. This is the guest room. I slept in my room, across the hall."

Jerrison let out a breath. At least he hadn't cheated on Gloria. Not with a man anyway. He had given that honor away years ago with a stewardess while on a business trip he hadn't wanted to take in the first place.

"You are really confused aren't you?" The man asked.

"Yeah, I am. My wife is probably having fits by now."

"Wife, If you have a wife, what the hell got you sent to Homony?"

"Homony," he asked.

"Don't you even know where you are?" The man asked with a look of confusion.

"Apparently not," Jerrison sat the cup on the bedside table. "What the fuck is Homony?"

"Homony is a colony off the coast of Australia. It was started in 2008 to house men of a homosexual nature. Women who were found to be lesbian are sent to Lesbos, an Island near Greece." He took a deep breath. "I am Heath Atherton, I am 22 years old and I was sent here in 2009 when my parents caught me and my best friend having sex in our pool house. They were not amused. This place was kept mostly secret until 2012 when the government of most nations outlawed homosexuality of any kind. Well, to keep overcrowding to a minimum the maximum age here is fifty. Anyone over fifty is well...put to sleep."

"That is barbaric."

"Oh, I agree. I happen to like distinguished men of a certain age and find that fifty is an awful cut off age. Actually any age is terrible to be put down like a rabid dog. Anyway, things are about to change. We are going to be moved in a few years."

"Moved to where?"

"Well, it seems we are going to be given our own planet. At that time the age thing will be dropped and we can live to whatever age we would naturally live to. How old are you by the way?"

"I'll be 41 next month." Jerrison said.

"Well, good then. You'll still be around for the move. I'd hate to get attached to you and have them to take you away right when things get interesting between us."

Jerrison looked at him slightly chocked.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I assumed too much again. I have a bad habit of that. You may not like guys my age. You like younger or older?"

"I'm not...I mean... I don't really... Oh fuck." Jerrison placed his hands over his face. "I don't know why I'm here. "I've been married for fifteen years and I have two kids. I haven't had sex with another guy since I was nineteen."

"Well, this is a strange. You had to have been caught doing something to get sent here. They don't just send you here for laughs you know. Space is limited. You have to be able to afford the entry fee after all."

"What happens if you can't afford the entry fee?"

"You really don't want to know." Heath said. He looked very uncomfortable.

"How did you afford this entry fee?"

"Well, I couldn't. My parents didn't want me at home to influence my brothers but they didn't want me dead either so they sent me here. Well, that is after they tried to have me fixed."

"Fixed?"

"You know, made not gay."

"Didn't work?"

"God, no!" Heath crossed his legs rather femininely.

Jerrison looked at him closely. His legs were smooth, obviously shaved. He was very attractive, sexy even. He reminded him of Chad. The guy he had been with when he was a teenager. They had met in Scouts and become inseparable for years. They had made love for the first time at age thirteen and kept going all through high school and into the first year of college. They probably would have remained together but Chad had been killed in a car accident with his mother on Christmas break Freshman year. It had nearly killed him. The following year he had met Gloria and forced himself into a relationship with her when he heard about the new laws regarding homosexuality that were being discussed in Washington.

The government had become suddenly very anti-gay during the Bush years and continued a steady decline through the Obama administration. It wasn't until The Hicks administration after Obama's assassination that the laws were passed outlawing homosexuality. He'd read about communities being set up for affluent homosexuals and about the less pleasant prospects for the non-affluent.

"Anyway, I don't know what happened to you but you must have had some money or you wouldn't have been sent here."

"I wasn't broke, no. In fact I had something close to ten million dollars in the bank plus real estate holdings and stocks and bonds."

"There you go. So, whatever your wife didn't get you should still have in an account at the bank. That is if she didn't keep nearly everything."

Knowing Gloria, I'm amazed she would spring for me to be sent here and not shot in head as long she didn't have to pay for the bullet."

"Ouch. Bitch, much?"

"You have no idea." Jerrison said. "The only reason I got married in the first place was that I was on the rebound because a close friend had just died and I was afraid because of all the anti-gay rumors.

"So being with guys isn't all that bad a thought to you?"

"No, not really; it was a life I probably would have preferred if Chad hadn't died."

"Chad was your lover?"

"Yeah, he was. We were together for six years. We were best friends for three years before that."

"I'm sorry." Heath said. He sat quietly for several moments. "I've never lost someone I loved like that. I've had relationships end and been heartbroken over it but never had someone taken from me that way."

"I think at the time I would have rather have just died with him. After Gloria and I had been together for about a year I told her about Chad. She didn't take it well but she eventually accepted it and we never spoke about that part of my life again. I just always went away on the anniversary of his death and spent the day getting drunk and being alone. Then I'd sober up and go home and nothing would ever be said. She knew the score and kept her tongue to herself about it."

"Amazing."

"What's that?"

"From what I was always told about women and what little I learned first hand they didn't know how to leave anything alone and keep their mouths shut."

Jerrison burst out laughing.

"I'm glad I could amuse." He said. He looked a little put out and slightly confused.

"For someone who had little contact with women you have a solid understanding of them." Jerrison says. He smiles.

"I see," Heath says, though he doesn't really think he does. "I kissed a girl once."

"And?" Jerrison prodded.

"It was like kissing my sister. That is if I'd had a sister. She used her had in my crotch, trying to get me hard with absolutely no affect at all."

"How old were you?"

"Sixteen." Heath says. It was my sixteenth birthday party and the girl was a hooker my older brothers had hired for me. They were not happy when she left with their money and I was still a virgin."

"I guess not."

"A year later I got caught with Ben's cock buried deep in my ass and was sent to be fixed. Ben was sent to the bad place. His parents were not as wealthy or loving as mine. I never saw him again."

"I guess you did lose someone to then."

"Not really. I paid Ben fifty bucks to fuck me. He was eighteen and hooked on crack. Great body and huge cock but no brain to speak of," Heath said.

"I see. Was that how you lost your virginity? At least that kind of virginity?"

"Nope." Heath smiled.

"What?" Jerrison asked.

"When I was thirteen, My seventeen year old brother came home drunk and fucked the shit out of me one night. He was horny because his girlfriend wouldn't put out. He did that for four years until I got caught with Ben and sent away. I don't know how he got his rocks off after that."

"You never told?" Jerrison asked, amazed.

"Hell, no! I was getting laid, like twice a week for years, why would I screw that up?"

Jerrison laughed again. "So why pay this Ben guy for sex if you were getting it from your brother?"

"You know, I never really thought about it. I don't know. I guess I was curious. I'd always had a crush on Ben anyway and I knew he'd never just have sex with me for fun so..."

"I got you," Jerrison said.

"We still have to try and figure out what got you here."

"Yeah, I know." Jerrison laid back on the bed. He moved around but couldn't get comfortable. He realized he had a hard on from the conversation they'd been having.

Heath noticed the rise under the sheet. "Well." He reached over a tossed the sheet aside, appraising the size of Jerrison equipment. "Not bad at all." He said. He untied his robe removed and climbed on bed. Moments later he took his new friend's penis in his mouth and began to give him the most memorable blow job he could manage.

TO BE CONTINUED...