Living in a Lie

LIVING IN A LIE

CHAPTER ONE

THE BEGINNING

Written by Trevor

Editor Kent

Editor Jack

Please note this story contains boy-to-boy sexual activity and if you don't enjoy this kind of story read no further. This story is completely fiction and any resemblance to anyone living or dead is wholly coincidental. This story may not be published, or reprinted, without the express permission of the author

Jordon Foster fourteen years old and gay was missing somewhere in the wilds of Saskatchewan. His mother was worried, his father was worried. In fact the whole tiny community of Headland Valley, with its population of just over four thousand residents, was worried.

When his mother went to wake him, she discovered Jordan's bed hadn't been slept in. She, Jennifer Foster called the RCMP in a panic. His mom was also a teacher at the local school and she alerted the principal that her son was missing and it was doubtful if she would be at school today.

She then began calling all his friends to see if he had gone to their house to maybe spend the night, although that was totally out of character. No one had seen him. No one in the town had any idea that he was gay and being in Redneck territory, that's the way he wanted it to be.

It took two young Mounties three hours to arrive; there being no police presence for hundreds of miles in this remote part of Canada.

Jordon's mother was separated from his father, Freddy, who was a farmer living about sixteen miles out of town and could best be described as the main redneck in the area. When she called to see if Jordon had gone out there and to tell her ex-husband that their son was missing, the roar on the other end of the phone said it all.

"What did you do woman to make him run away?" he roared.

"I did nothing! I called out goodnight to him when I went to bed and he answered me. That was the last I heard from him."

The Mounties took down all the details, but didn't appear too worried. "Tell me ma'am did you have a fight or an argument of any kind over the past few days? "NO, we seldom fight or argue. He's a good boy, even at school and I know that because he is in most of my classes."

"What about his father, any problems there?"

"I don't think so, he gets on well with his father, certainly better than I ever did." She answered. "Look, this is a happy home. I get on well with my son and he gets on with me. So why aren't you out there looking for him."

"Try to calm down ma'am; we have certain procedures to go through to make sure we cover every angle. Now do you have a recent picture of Jordon that we can use?"

She went to get one from her purse which was taken just a few months ago at the school.

Handing it to the police officers they looked at it, both commenting on the great smile he had.

They left to visit Jordon's father and also talk to some of the kids at his school. Asking his mom to make sure to call them if he returned home or she heard from him.

Promising to do just that, the Mounties left.

The trip and meeting with Jordon's father was a total waste of time because all he did was abuse them, but the school visit was more fruitful.

At first the kids were slow in coming forward with information until the more senior officer said, "If you know something and your embarrassed to say anything in front to the others then we will be in the principal's office on our own during the break.

The bell rang for the lunch break and the two Mounties sat there going over their notes which were not many when a knock came at the door.

"Come in." The senior officer said and a thin freckled face kid dressed in smart t shirt and jeans came in. "Hi, come in and sit down." Nervously the kid sat on the edge of the chair while the two officers tried to put him at ease.

"Let's start by having your name and once again I say, don't worry! This will not go any further than these four walls."

"Archie, Archie Rylands, I'm in the same class as Jordon and his best friend."

"Ok Archie; ok if I call you that?" Archie nodded ok. "And what do you know about Jordon's disappearance and why he's gone missing?"

"Last weekend it was my birthday and mom said I could invite up to fifteen guys but no girls, because she said they cause trouble."

"I guess she's right there." The senior officer said with a chuckle.

"Anyway my folks were having their party out in the yard and we were inside. And, well err."

"I know Archie. Someone smuggled in some booze, am I right?"

Another nod from our young man. "Well, Jordon and I got a bit drunk. And so did all the other guys. Jordon asked me if I'd ever kissed a girl using my tongue and I said no. Well he said he'd like to try with me because Betty the girl next door to his place wanted to try it. So we did, but we fell down on the floor, being too drunk to stand."

"I see and is that all that happened?"

"Well not really we were in the Kitchen later, when Jordon asked if we could try again. So we did and this time the kiss went on a bit longer until we both slid down to the floor again and broke off giggling. A few days later a couple of the older guys got me on one side calling me a fag and gay and all those sort of words. They said that they were gonna get both of us and teach us a fag lesson. I said we weren't gay, but that we were drunk."

And would you be happy to give us those boys' names just so we can check things out?"

Looking a bit more worried this time, Archie nodded yes. "And did they carry out their threat?"

"No I told Jordon and he freaked out saying no one was going to beat him up and I guess that's why he disappeared."

"Well thank you Archie you have been very helpful and we will keep your name out of all our investigations."

"Oh that doesn't matter. Anyway, everyone in the town will know that I've spoken to you by now."

The two officers made their way back to Jordon's mother and she told them he hadn't come back or called.

"We have reason to believe that he has more than likely run away for fear of being bashed up."

"I suppose Archie told you that during the lunch break and that could be true because he is Jordon's best friend and they are close."

"Can you think of anywhere he might have gone to get away from those older guys?"

"No, except he has an older sister who lives with her boyfriend near Toronto, but how he would get there I don't know because he took no money with him."

"What does Jordon do in his spare time, what are his hobbies?"

"Well, he plays basketball for the school, but once he's done his homework he spends hours on his computer surfing the internet."

"Do you mind if we can have a look at his room and possibly his computer?"

"Yes I suppose so, if you think it will help find him."

"They went into the young man's bedroom which looked like any other typical teenagers room, and the more senior guy began looking around while the young one booted up the PC.

Meanwhile in Texas, in the so-called Bible belt, there was a thirty four year old guy by the name of Miles Fortuna, who was getting a bit worried because a newly found internet friend of his hadn't been on line for a few days as he promised he would.

Miles is gay, over six foot tall with black hair and a trim, black moustache, a construction worker by trade who currently was between jobs. He lived with his mother who was a devout Baptist and she ruled with an iron fist.

Over the years, Miles had several gay relationships, mainly when he was living away on construction sites, but all had ended in disappointment and hurt. Just when he thought he was never going to find anyone else, one night in a gay chat room he came across young Jordon and fell for his enchanting smile. Since then almost every night they had chatted on Skype getting to know each other more and more.

The description went out to all police forces in Canada and North America to be on the lookout for a fourteen year old by the name of Jordon Foster who had blonde hair, blue eyes approximately five foot ten inches tall, of slim build, last seen wearing light blue jeans, and a grey T shirt.

The two Mounties checking Jordon's room were surprised to see images of naked men and gay porn on his computer and also some interesting conversations on Skype.

Packing up the computer they carried it through to the living room telling Jennifer Foster that they would have to take Jordon's computer back to headquarters for examination.

"Why would you need to do that?" she asked.

"Just routine. In cases like this, we always like to check who the missing person has been chatting to on the net."

Meanwhile Jordon Foster was cold wet and hungry having walked miles and miles trying to get a lift away from this remote desolate region of Northern

Canada. He's been trying without much success to hitch a ride but motor vehicles on these roads were few and far between and didn't like stopping for any one. Finally a truck driver did stop and took him a good few miles down the road but being tired Jordon fell asleep and when he did wake up the driver had taken him so far out of his way that he had almost double the distance to go.

Before throwing him out of the truck the driver sneered at Jordon and said, "Dirty little faggots like you should be thrown in jail. All that filth. You were talking in your sleep to some guy called Miles."

Trembling Jordon tried to get out of the cab but the driver had it locked, "Oh Miles I wish you were here right now to fuck me, make me a man. You're fucking sick you littler pervert."

He got out locking the driver's side before going around to the passengers door opening it and dragging Jordon down before knocking him to the ground, beating on him and calling him all kind of nasty unrepeatable words before leaving him at the side of the road and driving off.

Jordon finally managed to drag himself away from the road to a desolate barn were he found some rotten cabbage meant as swill for the pigs to eat. Jordon looked back on his life and how being different in Redneck country made it so difficult for a young gay teenager scared to admit anything to anyone, not even his family.

He thought how stupid he had been to get Archie to kiss with him at the party. It was almost certain that they would be spotted by someone.

He began to think of his new friend Miles who he had met on the internet just a few days ago. Miles who was a kind caring man, who said he had fallen in love with his smile. He would love to be in Miles arms right now and the thought of being cuddled by this well-built muscular hunk.

"I suppose he's worried sick by now wondering where I am." He said muttering to himself.

Road blocks had now been set up but still no sign of him because thanks to that rotten truck driver Jordon was nowhere where he should have been. The boys who threatened Archie and Jordon with a bashing admitted that they never carried out their threat, so that turned out to be a dead end anyway.

Back at RCMP headquarters the computer belonging to Jordon created some interest especially the chats between Jordon and a Texan by the name of Miles Fortuna.

The two investigating officers were told by their superior to contact the Texas Rangers asking if they could pay Mr. Fortuna a visit.

"Judging by the conversation he hasn't broken any child protection laws, in fact he has been very careful in that regard, but obviously a bond has been created between the two, so he might be able to shed some light on were Jordon could be."

In fact Jordon was back on the road but had no idea where he was until he came to a signpost which told him which way Toronto was.

He began hitch hiking again but it was almost two hours and beginning to get dark when a young guy stopped for him.

Putting out his hand he said, "Hi my names Damien where are your headed?"

"Port Hope near Toronto, my sister lives there."

"I'm heading into Toronto and could use some company so sit back and relax."

Thanking him, Jordon settled back in the passenger seat, deciding that he must stay awake this time and make sure he didn't get taken in the wrong direction like that truck driver did to him.

"What makes a young guy like you with no backpack or anything hit the road?"

"Nothing, I just got the urge to visit my sister that's all, and if it's all the same to you I'd rather not talk about it."

"Sure thing, trouble at home is it?"

Jordon looked at him as if to say mind your own business and Damien said, "Ok I'll mind my own business."

"Feeling bad at about the way he had looked at Damien and shut him up Jordon resumed the conversation.

"Do you live in Toronto?"

"Yes I'm a school teacher, I've just been to see the folks, my mom hasn't been too well."

"Sorry to hear that Damien. What do you teach?"

"English and drama, at the school for gays, lesbians and transvestites in Toronto."

That statement made Jordon take even more interest, "I didn't know they had that kind of school in Canada."

"Yes, we usually have between thirty to forty students at any one time and there is a waiting list for places because our funds are limited." He paused looking towards Jordon and thinking before saying anything else.

"My gaydar tells me that you could be a potential pupil am I right."

Blushing Jordon nodded his head in agreement. Smiling Damien said, "It takes one to know one."

"You mean you're gay as well?"

"Yes most of the teaching staff are gay because we can relate to the students better."

Damien went on to tell Jordon all about the school and how it was run, and he could see that Jordon was very interested. In fact Jordon was thinking this was the place for him and trying to work out ways in which he could be admitted without alerting his parents or anyone else in the town that he was gay.

"If you're thinking of enrolling, remember your parents must agree and sign the necessary paperwork so you have to come out to them."

"I don't think I can do that; not in the small community I live in."

They chatted back and forth as the miles clocked up and they got closer and closer to Toronto. Jordon opened up his heart and mind to Damien even to the point of telling him about Miles in Texas.

Damien looked a bit worried when he heard about Miles, "Be very careful young man when talking to older guys on the internet, there are some real weirdos out there. Has he suggested you go visit him?"

"No just the opposite I wanted to go down to Texas to meet him but he said no. I had to wait until I was legally old enough and before that he wouldn't dream of having a relationship with me."

"Sounds like a nice sensible guy."

"He is and I would love to be with him right now." Jordon blurted out bursting into tears."

"Hey, come on young buddy, there's no need for tears. I guess you're really hooked on this guy, but don't forget you have at least three years to go."

They were on the outskirts of Toronto and Damien asked if he wanted to go to his sisters tonight even though it was very late or stay at his place, and he'll take him in the morning.

The thought of staying the night with this hot looking guy was an offer he couldn't and didn't want to refuse.

"That's settled then I'll just call my partner David on the cell phone and tell him that we have a guest for the night, and to get the spare room set up."

They drove into the garage of this very nice looking apartment and as soon as we stopped and got out this cute blonde guy about five foot seven came rushing up giving Damien a big kiss and a hug. He then grabbed Jordon in a hug kissing him on both cheeks.

"Hi I'm Bentley." Jordon said hi before checking both these guys out. Damien was straight acting while Bentley was a lot more effeminate which didn't appeal to Jordon at all, but he liked the fussing over he was getting from him as he prepared supper, and while showing him the bathroom and finding some clean clothes for him which proved to be on the big side but would do until Bentley washed and dried his own clothes.

Once he had eaten, exhaustion crept up rapidly and after goodnight cuddles all round he climbed into bed and fell asleep right away.

Miles had taken his mother round to the church and helped her arrange the flowers before he drove her home. As soon as they had eaten, he jumped onto the PC to see if his new found friend Jordon was on line but no he wasn't and he was beginning to worry hoping that nothing had happened to him.

It was about three thirty in the morning when he and his mother were woken by a banging on the door. Both of them wondered who the hell it was and when they opened the door, standing there were two Texas Rangers.

"What can we do for you officers at this late hour?" His mother demanded.

"Sorry to bother you ma'am, but we wish to speak to your son Mr. Miles Fortuna."

"I'm Miles Fortuna officer what's the problem?"

"Do you know a fourteen year old boy called Jordon Foster?"

The blood draining out of his face Miles replied "yes."

"Have you seen or heard from him in the last twenty four hours?"

"No in fact I was worried about that and have been checking off and on all day. Why do you ask what's happened to him?"

"He has disappeared and the RCMP are anxious to locate him."

Miles mother had a puzzled look on her face but was also getting angry at the questions being asked of her son. "Excuse me officers but what has all this to do with my son, and why are you asking him these questions at this time of the morning?"

"Just routine questions ma'am. Nothing to worry about, in fact why don't you head off back to bed right now while we talk some more to your son?"

"I'm not going anywhere and leaving my son alone with you two. Who knows how badly you might treat him? He's told you he hasn't heard from this young man so why not just go away and fight crime or something."

"Don't worry mom just leave it to me. It's ok, and if I can help locate this missing boy I will."

His mother went back to her bedroom mumbling to herself and Miles had a horrible feeling that he would have a lot of explaining to do when the Texas Rangers had gone.

He took them through to his room finding them room to sit before they continued asking their questions.

"I would appreciate it guys if my sexual preferences are not broadcast throughout the neighbourhood."

"Don't worry sir we will be discrete, all we are worried about is helping the Canadian

Mounted Police find their man which in this occasion is a young fourteen year old kid who has now been missing for close to two days with no idea of his whereabouts."

Miles wasn't sure how much he should say about his and Jordon's relationship, "Anything I can do to help I will officers, he is a very vulnerable and lonely young guy right now not able to come out because of where he lives."

"So we understand, the Mounties have his laptop and have looked at all your messages between each other so we do understand your relationship with him."

This set Miles into a real panic wondering if at any time he had overstepped the mark, making himself open for arrest.

"Don't worry you're not in any trouble, but do you have any idea were Jordon might be?"

"The only place he would go I think would be his sisters near Toronto or here which I hope he isn't attempting to do."

"The Canadian police checked with his sister and he isn't there as yet, and we will keep an eye open between the border and here for him. He left with no money, no clothes, nothing, so naturally we fear for his safety."

One of the officers looked at his partner and nodded, "In confidence Miles, if I may call you that? I'm gay and I know what it is like growing up in a neighbourhood which doesn't understand."

While this admission from a Texas Ranger amazed Miles he admired the guy for speaking out. "Like you, I just hope Jordon is all right." Miles said.

"If you do hear anything please let us know immediately."

"Certainly that's the least I can do for the poor boy."

They gave Miles their card with the phone number for him to contact them if he heard anything. He showed them out, locked the door and was heading back to bed when his mother's bedroom door flew open and she came storming out.

"What's this about you communicating with fourteen year old boys who run away? What will the pastor and everyone else in my church group think if they find out my son is chatting with young boys. Are you gay or something, because if you are I'll soon have that nonsense knocked out of you."

"Mom I am not gay believe me. All I did was notice this kid in Canada having problems with his life and I tried to help him. I didn't want a young fourteen year old maybe taking his life. As it is, he has run away from home because some of the bigger kids were going to bully him." He paused letting all that sink into his mother's brain before continuing, "Now if that is being gay or a homosexual then so be it, and I don't want to talk or hear any more about it ok?"

His mother stared at him dumfounded because he had never spoken to her like that before, "If that is what you did, then I apologize son. That was very worthy of you and the Lord will thank you for it. On the other hand I still think you should see our church Pastor and receive some counselling, but right now I think we should go to bed and try and get some sleep before morning."

Jordon was wakened by sunshine streaming through the window and at first wondered where he was. The he remembered all that had happened over the past couple of days. He jumped out of bed and found his own clothes washed dried and neatly pressed on the end of the bed.

The room had a bathroom adjoining it so He headed in to take a shower.

While in the shower he began to think about Miles and how he must be wondering about him and maybe even worrying. He began to get hard and before he knew it he was jacking his six and a half inches of uncut dick for all it was worth thinking about nothing or no one else except Miles. When he shot his load it went right across the shower and began trickling down the walls.

Totally spent he rinsed off before getting out of the shower and drying himself off. After getting dressed he headed downstairs towards the kitchen and found Damien and Bentley sitting close together eating lunch.

"Well sleepy head has finally woken up and I guess he's hungry as well." said Bentley.

"Come and sit down Jordon while Bentley fixes lunch for you."

"I can't thank you two guys enough for everything you have done for me."

"That's all right Jordon, we like to help out people in trouble but while you're eating we have to work out what you're going to do and were you're going to go." Jordon hung his head down low, wondering just what was he going to do.

"The police have got an all-points bulletin out for you right now and have even interviewed your friend Miles Fortuna in Texas. So you have some decisions to make and fairly quickly."

Hearing that Miles had been brought into the scene really upset Jordon who wondered what the hell had he done. Tears formed as he spoke, "I never intended Miles to get into trouble I love him too much and for harbouring me I suppose you two will be in trouble as well. I've made a total mess of my life." He broke down completely now sobbing his heart out.

Damien and Bentley both moved to his side to console him and Damien said, "Hey buddy these tears aren't going to solve anything so come on cheer up and let's try and make some decisions here."

Jordon, feeling just a little bit foolish apologized to the two of them. "No need to say sorry, you're going through a bad time right now so let's sort things out. The way I see it you have a couple of options. Either go to your sister and sort things from there or we take you straight home now to your mom."

"I think I'd like to go to my sister, we have always been close and she will help me I know, I might even come out to her."

"Ok it's a done deal, let's get ready and go."

While they were heading for Port Hope just outside Toronto, Archie was being questioned by some of his school friends on why Jordon ran away. "How the hell do I know, I'm not his keeper. It's some of you guys fault for threatening to beat him up. He probably got scared, and took off, and right now he could be hurt or even dead and it will all be down to you guys."

After saying that Archie moved away because he was also upset that his best buddy was missing. Also worried were his parents naturally, and the RCMP because it was now over two days and they had no sightings at all of him. While the search had been extended it was with a lot of relief all round when Jordon's mother rang police headquarters to tell them that Jordon had arrived at his sister's home, and was safe and well.

Word spread throughout the community like wildfire and the question on everyone's lips was why? Miles had been calling the two Texas Rangers who called on him every couple of hours seeking news and when they called him to say that Jordon was safe he breathed a big sigh of relief. He thanked them for letting him know and also for their compassion and understanding in keeping both his and Jordon's sexuality secret.

After his two saviours had delivered Jordon to his sister, they left telling him that if ever he was in trouble or wanted someone to talk to just give them a call.

One young lady in Headland

Valley who was worried sick about Jordon was Betsy Merryweather, Jordon's next door neighbour. She has been in love with Jordon since her family moved in next door to Jordon and his mother more than ten years ago. They used to play together in their backyards and like Jordon and his sexy smile, Betsy has grown up to be an attractive girl, with long Dark hair, brown eyes and the same sort of lovely smile that her neighbourhood sweetheart has. Betsy has always been in love with Jordon and while he has avoided the general girlfriend boyfriend bit, that was Betsy's dearest wish, that Jordon could be her's.

The good looks ran in the Foster family because Jordon's older sister Veronica Foster was also a beauty, with very long light brown hair, hazel eyes and that same tantalizing smile which would capture any man's heart and certainly captured Roy's, her boyfriend. They had been living together for two years now and were very happy. She loved her brother dearly but worried about the time he spent on his computer or I Pad when he should have been mixing with other people.

She wasn't surprised that Jordon ended up at her place, she just wondered what took him so long and the two young guys who dropped him off. She was sure they were homosexuals. "Jordon where on earth have you been? We've been worried sick about you. I'd better call mom right away and put her mind at rest. What on earth made you run away like that?"

"I don't know, the whole place just got me down so much that I had to leave, I had to get away for a while, but I'm happy to go back home now."

"Ok if that's what you want we'll drive you, but the RCMP's will want to talk to you about where you have been?"

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Jordon explained roughly all that had happened to him since he left home. He asked if he could use her computer but she told him not enough time because they had to leave immediately. On the way Veronica questioned him more and more about why he left but he refused to elaborate on it any further. He also on the spur of the moment took the cowardly way out by deciding not to come out to his sister or to anyone else for that matter.

They drove down the street of Headland

Valley and most of the town's population had turned out to watch them drive up to the house. "How embarrassing." Was the only comment his sister had while Jordon kept his eyes down not looking at anyone outside the vehicle.

Once indoors his mother grabbed him in her arms hugging and kissing him so tightly that it almost cut off his circulation. "What on earth possessed you to do a stupid thing like that Jordon?" His mother asked.

"I dunno mom, I was so depressed about living in this dump of a community that I felt I had to get as far away as possible."

"But you didn't even take any clothes or money or even leave a note."

"Sorry mom. I won't do it again, I promise."

"Anyway all that matters is that you're back safe and sound. The Mounties will be here to question you shortly and they're not happy at the wasted resources and time either."

The two Mounties who had been allotted the case arrived and asked if they could interview Jordon on his own in his bedroom. Reluctantly his mother agreed and as they entered the first thing Jordon noticed was his PC missing. "It's alright Jordon we have your computer in the car and we'll bring it in before we go."

That news really freaked him because they would have definitely seen his gay videos and pictures and more than likely his conversations with Miles. "Don't look so worried Jordon, yes we do know your little secret and no we won't disclose the fact that you are gay to anyone else."

"Are you sure it won't get out?" Jordon asked a little tearfully.

"No, it won't, and your friend Miles was interviewed and the same assurances were made."

Jordon found it hard to comprehend just how thorough their investigation had been. He was worried about his relationship with Miles thinking that this might have put him off or got him into trouble with his mother. The two officers brought him his computer back and even hooked it up for him before taking their leave after warning Jordon that if he pulled a stunt like that ever again he would be in serious trouble.

True to her word, Miles mother took him to see the pastor of her church explaining that she thought that he was sympathetic to homosexuals and perhaps he needed to be shown the error of his ways. This was the last thing Miles wanted but for the sake of peace and quiet he had agreed with his mother's wishes.

He found it difficult not to argue the point with the minister, but kept quiet so that he could get away as soon as possible. Anyway after several bible readings and what appeared to be hundreds of prayers the pastor told his mother that as far as he was concerned there was nothing to worry about with her son Miles.

Miles smiled, happy that he had been able to fool the pastor into thinking that he was straight. As soon as they got home Miles headed for his room and the computer, but all he could find on line was an old friend of his called Fred Jenkins. Aged in his sixties Fred was a bit of a mystery guy who preferred chatting to younger guys, yet there was no evidence of him being a predator or a danger to young people. He was a lonely old man who had never had a serious relationship with either sex in his life, was sure that he wasn't gay yet enjoyed chatting to gay people.

Until Miles started to tell him all about Jordon he didn't realise that Fred also knew the young guy and had chatted with him on Skype and in gay chat rooms. Miles told Fred how he was falling in love big time with Jordon and how he thought the feeling was mutual. Fred pointed out that he already knew this because Jordon had also confided in him. He also went on to mention that he would have to be very careful what he said on line with Jordon so he could stay out of prison.

They chatted on for a couple of hours mainly about this young guy with the wicked dick hardening smile. Miles kept checking to see if he came on line but no such luck. He thought it strange when Fred changed the direction of the conversation, "I think you should seriously consider changing your position regarding this young guy."

"What makes you say that Fred?" Miles answered mystified by his tone and manner all of a sudden.

"Let's face it he's fourteen and your thirty four, I think you told me. This relationship will never last. For a start you will both have to wait at least four years before you can even be together never mind taking your relationship further. I can't see a young fickle teenager waiting that long, he's sure to find someone closer to his age long before then."

Although he knew Fred was right he didn't want to admit it to himself, "maybe you're right but I'm willing to give it a chance." He was getting sick of Fred's negative thoughts so he said goodnight and signed off, going to bed to think of this beguiling young man with that special smile.

Miles had never had a nightmare in his life and it took his mom shaking him vigorously to snap him out of it. "Miles you were screaming and shouting how much you loved this Jordon and wanted to be with him. I'm sure you're not gay, if you say you're not why are you shouting so even the neighbours can hear how much you love him. You're sick son sick and we must do something about it."

"Mom for the last time I'm not gay, do you hear me I AM NOT GAY." By this time he was yelling at his mother, something he had never ever done in his life before.

"Mother I am thirty four years old, no longer a kid under your care and I hate to say this but if you continue to hound me on this I will pack and leave, that I promise you."

"You wouldn't go and leave you poor old mom would you? I'm not as well as I used to be and what would happen if I was taken sick during the night which you know does happen from time to time. I need someone with me all the time in case anything like that happens and you wouldn't want your mother's death on your conscience now would you?"

While Miles thought that his own mom was a cunning old witch. He knew she was right and that she needed someone to take care of her and he was the only one left in her life to do this.

"I love you mom and I will take care of you but just remember I need some private time on my own. So I ask you, please think about me sometimes, and not just yourself and your church."

"Alright son, I'm sorry for being in your face the whole time and will try and give you more space as you younger people call it. I need you to look after me as I grow older, but I still worry that you might be turning gay."

It was difficult for Miles not to argue the point about this with his mom but he decided it would be better to hold his tongue and bring this dangerous conversation to an end, "Whatever you think mom." And he turned over to try and get back to sleep.

Jordon didn't have time to turn on his computer before his mom called out that he had a visitor. Thinking it might be Archie he walked out of his bedroom to find Betsy Merryweather his next door neighbour and good friend standing there. "Jordon we were worried about you, what on earth made you take off like that?"

"I don't want to talk about it right now ok?" Jordon's answer abruptly took both Betsy and his mom by surprise because of the tone in his voice. "Why don't you take Betsy into your room while I cook supper, you will stay and join us won't you Betsy?"

"Thank you very much Mrs Foster I would like that."

In his bedroom they sat together on his bed and Betsy reached out to take his hand. Squeezing it gently she said in what one could only term a low sexy voice, "I love you Jordon Foster and I wish you would be my boyfriend."

Jordon thought to himself that she had been watching too many daytime soapies on TV to be talking in a voice like that, "I always thought we were good close friends Betsy and anyway what's in a title?"

Betsy looked kinda disappointed so he continued, "If we added that boyfriend-girlfriend tag to our friendship it would only cause the kids at school to make a lot more out of it than it is."

"My mom says that we have been together for such a long time that we should maybe become more romantically involved."

"Your mom said that?"

"Yes she's always believed that eventually you and I would get married and make her a grandmother."

This began to freak Jordon out, this talk of marriage and kids was so way off the map as far as he was concerned, yet he thought maybe he could string Betsy along by being her boyfriend and keep the gay hunters at bay. Except she would want their relationship to go all the way sexually, and the thought terrified him.

"If you want to put a label onto our friendship then yes I suppose you could say we are an item from now on."

"Oh thank you Jordon I do love you and you have made me very happy. I can't wait to tell the girls at school." After saying that she flung her arms around him kissing him on the lips and gently forcing her tongue between his lips to begin massaging his own tongue.

Jordon broke away with a shocked look on his face not expecting that kind of kiss from Betsy. Just as she was coming in for seconds his mother called out to tell them supper was ready. With a disappointed look Betsy took Jordon by the hand leading him out of the bedroom to the kitchen table. His mother raised her eyebrows and smiled when she noticed them holding hands but didn't say anything.

Straight after supper he told Betsy that he would like an early night being very tired from his hitch hiking ordeal. It was a disappointed young girl who gave him a light kiss on the lips before saying goodnight, reminding him that she will see him at school tomorrow.

Booting up his PC he quickly logged on, calling Miles on Skype and he almost burst into tears when he heard Miles voice and saw his face. "Oh Miles I've missed you so much I hope you have forgiven me for all the trouble I must have caused you with the police and I expect your mother as well?"

"Don't worry about that, the police were great and I managed to keep my mom happy as well. The only worry was you. What on earth made you take off like that?"

Jordon went over everything that had happened including the drunken kisses and the fight threat. He then went on to tell him about the truck driver who deliberately drove him in the wrong direction and then dumped him and then his two good Samaritans who helped him get to his sisters.

"Don't you ever do anything like that again understand?"

"Yes Miles I understand and I promise that won't happen again. Changing the subject Jordon told him of the gay school in Toronto and his friend Roy who is a teacher there.

"I would love to be able to go to a school like that and be with my own."

Miles tried his best to talk Jordon out of that idea for selfish reasons only, because he wanted Jordon for himself even if it meant waiting four or maybe more years. Jordon's mom called out for him to get off his computer and go to bed. So they continued their conversation on his I Pad which meant all they could do was type.

They both continued chatting about all sorts of things but avoiding any sex talk because Miles was sure after what the police found about the two of them someone would be bound to be logged on to the both of them. In fact round about two in the morning Miles began to realise that he was only getting the odd answer back from his young friend because he was half asleep. Wishing him goodnight and promising to chat again tomorrow they both hung up.

His mom woke Jordon the next morning and reluctantly he crawled out of bed, he was still feeling sore and bruised from his escapade as he headed for the shower were as he soaped himself all over he began to think of Miles and before he knew it he was jacking his cock for all it was worth shooting load after load over the shower walls. He then realised that he hadn't done that for a few days and it felt real good.

After breakfast he headed outside dreading going back to school, knowing full well all the kids would be talking about him. Betsy was waiting at the gate for him and after giving him a quick kiss she grabbed his hand so they could walk together to school. While having a girl attached to him wasn't really his thing, he realised it would be a good decoy and a cover up for his true emotions.

Betsy made a point of letting all the other girls at school know that Jordon was her man and hands off. He was able to get away from her when just before the bell rang, Archie came up asking to talk to him in private. "Sure Archie let's go find somewhere more quiet." Jordon suggested.

Once they were on their own Archie said, "What happened man, why did you take off like that?"

"I didn't want to get my ass kicked by those guys who saw us err, doing you know what."

"Well running off didn't work because they are sure that you are guilty by doing that and are after you still. They believe you are a fag and are going to teach you a lesson."

That really freaked Jordon out especially when he realised all he had gone through over the past few days was a waste of time. "I'm not gay, I wish everyone would realise that and leave me alone. What do I have to do to prove this, fuck Betsy in front of the whole school?"

Archie began to laugh at that remark, "I'd pay good money to see that happen."

"Well you never will buddy. Can you talk to these guys and convince them that they're wrong?"

"I tried that already. They think you are the one that started it and because I was more drunk than you, you took advantage of me."

"But that's not true and you know it." The conversation went on and ongoing round in circles but getting nowhere at all. The bell rang and they went into class and true to form all the kids were staring, pointing and whispering behind their hands about him. This is going to be a long stressful day, Jordon thought to himself.

By lunch time the talk behind his back had dropped off a bit but some of the older guys kept making `fag' remarks whenever they past him and a couple of the bigger jocks past him in the corridor and pushed him into the wall so hard that he fell to the ground. Betsy came rushing up yelling at them, "Why don't you guys pick on someone your own size instead of picking on younger kids?"

"Oh, oh listen to the `fag hag' standing up for her fag boyfriend, and what are you going to do fagot lover?" One of the jocks said.

"If I was a guy and just as big as you are, I'd put you on your butt, which wouldn't hurt you because it's so friggin' big."

This brought a laugh from the kids who had gathered around, which only made these two guys even madder.

"What's going on here?" A voice behind the crowd said and everyone began to move away to reveal the school principal standing there. Jane Littlewood had been principal of this small but well run high school for more than twenty years. She was getting close to retirement age but didn't really want to go because she loved her job. Grey hair tied up in a bun on top of her head and dressed in a white blouse and long black pants she always looked neatly dressed.

"I say again what's going on here?"

The two jocks began to look worried because fighting in school was something that wasn't tolerated at all and they knew detention was on the cards for sure.

Jordon spoke up first, "I slipped and fell and these guys were just about to help me up." She looked at him not believing a single word but he kept insisting that was all that happened.

"Ok, then let's break up the crowd and get to classes and I'll be keeping an eye on you two because I don't think Jordon is telling me the whole truth."

Relieved that they had been let of the hook as the Principal walked away they helped Jordon to his feet. "Just because you got us off the hook don't for one minute think that made us `fag' lovers because it don't."

As they walked away Betsy grabbed his hand saying, "Are you really ok lover?" those words made him want to shudder but he didn't say anything. "Why did you let those guys off the hook, they needed to be punished for what they did?"

"They would just have come after me more than ever and I would have been gotten even more."

After school Betsy walked along with him, again hand in hand. She had been the envy of all the girls at school who looked upon Jordon as a good catch and she made a big fuss of him whenever they were in a crowd.

"Mind if I come in for a while, my mom's out and we could do our homework together?"

While he really wanted to get onto the internet and call Miles he had to agree for the sake of keeping up the image that he loved girls. "Yea that's ok I guess."

After fixing a snack they headed for his bedroom and it was obvious by the way Betsy sat so close to him that homework wasn't really on her mind. She leaned forward to kiss him and as soon as their lips touched her tongue found its way into his mouth. He tried to pull away, but she put one hand behind his neck so that they were locked together. He found his own tongue had a mind of its own and returned the favour, plus he was very surprised that his dick began to harden. Betsy could feel his solid six and a half inches against her thigh and this excited her even more.

Still locked in a kiss, her hand crept down to his thigh and then went slowly up to begin gently rubbing his cock. Puzzled Jordon found that he was getting very excited by her hand and tongue movements, but what happened next was the ultimate. She unzipped his jeans removing his cock, breaking off the kiss she moved down his body to take him in her mouth. She appeared to be an expert and Jordon thought she's done this before. After licking his shaft up and down she took it all into her mouth slowly sucking on his pole until all too soon he felt his juice rising up from his balls and the next thing he knew he was shooting into her mouth.

Betsy gave a yell pulling off his cock right away before dashing to the bathroom. He wiped his cock on a tissue before putting it away and all the time he could hear his girlfriend coughing and spluttering and gargling in the bathroom. When she finally came back into the bedroom he could see she was angry.

"Don't you dare do that again Jordon Foster, that's gross; you should have warned me so I could pull off."

She began gathering her things and heading for the door, "I'm sorry Betsy. Being the first time that's happened to me, it all happened so quick, I couldn't get the words out."

Little did she know that he was thinking of Miles at the time and was determined to fill his mouth with his own juice.

"I don't care, that was gross," were her last words as she stormed out slamming the bedroom door behind her. He was just about to call Miles when his mom called him for supper. After washing his hands he went into the kitchen and his mom said, "Betsy left in a hurry did you two have a fight or something?"

"No she remembered something she had to do at home for her mom." Jordon said.

His mom didn't believe a word of it but accepted his explanation. After supper he was washing the dishes when the phone rang.

It was Archie and judging by the tone in his voice he sounded scared, "Jordon, can you meet me behind the school gym right away I have something important to tell you right away?"

"I was about to do my homework can't you tell me over the phone?"

"No it's best if I see you on your own." Jordon had a strange feeling about this but he agreed to meet him in fifteen minutes time. He told his mom that he was going to see Archie and wouldn't be long.

Walking down the road to the school he had a feeling that he was being followed, yet when he turned around he couldn't see anyone. There wasn't a lot of light behind the gym and has he turned the corner, he called out Archie's name but there was no reply. He felt the hair on the back of his neck rise as he shuddered with fear. This wasn't right and he should get out of here quick. Turning to run home he ...

To be continued.

Writers Corner:

Welcome to my new story and first an apology for not posting this last week as promised. I read through the finished chapter and it putting it bluntly it was crap. If I was a reader I would have read about six pages and no more. Jacob and I pride ourselves on writing what we hope are quality stories and that chapter wasn't up to standard.

I threw that chapter out and started again from scratch and I hope you read it all the way through and enjoy it. The scenario for this story is sadly all too true with many young guys out there finding it difficult to come to terms with their sexuality.

Now let's look at this first chapter. Jordon is scared, and with the threat of a beating he decided to take off rather than face the music. The coward's way out? What do you think? The trip to his sister's place near Toronto didn't quite work out as he planned but finally he got there thanks to a couple of gay guys he met on the way. As the story goes on these two guys will play an important part in shaping Jordon's life.

The other important guy in his life right now is Miles, his Texan fiend who he is madly in love with. This is a dangerous situation and could lead to trouble. Then we have Fred a bit of a mystery man. More about Fred in later chapters.

As with all our stories we welcome your e-mails, comments and plot ideas. So please let us know how we're doing.

Hugs

Trevor

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Editor's Corner:

Having seen the first version of this first chapter, I agree with our author that the second write is much improved. This one involves international police RCMP and the Texas Rangers so it is clearly an international story! As the story goes along, there could even be questions of jurisdiction and which sets of laws should be followed. Who knows? It clearly adds a new context for us readers to contemplate.

Trevor has lived in Australia for many years, but is now here in the USA. Thus he, himself, brings an international perspective to his work. I will do my best to help him catch any "Aussie" words that we might not recognize. For example if he talks about the "outback," I will remind him that in my rural USA childhood, outback was where the outhouse was located---even in some of the small towns!

I am ready for chapter 2 as I want to know what happened when "he turned around to run home...." Please share you predictions with Trevor and with me. We both are interested in your ideas.

Kent D. (sw OHio area) Kent@jacobmillertex.com

Jack's Corner:

As both Trevor and Kent have said, the first draft that was sent to us editors was just that, a draft. It was ok, but certainly not up to the high quality standard established in both Jacob's and Trevor's other stories. Starting out with a bit of intrigue sure got my attention and I hope kept you, the readers, on the edge of your seats. I know it kept and held my interest.

I did not find many "Aussieisms" so whatever were there, it appears Kent took care of them. I did find a few Canadian phrases and like Kent, did not change them for they lent to the authenticity of the Canadian settings of rural Canada and urban Toronto.

What a tormented character Trevor has created in Jordan. I just can't help but feel Jordan's pain and isolation. It is no wonder that his depression along with the threat of an attack by the jocks caused him to run away. The survival instinct kicked in. Jordan had no one to turn to, to talk with. He is after-all, just fourteen yeas old.

Along the way to Toronto, we met a couple of guys and I think they will play a very important role in Jordan's life. I like the idea that there is a school in Toronto for openly gay students to attend. It would be great if such a school was not needed, but there is just too much self-righteous bigotry and hate in society all over the world.

I am curious about what Trevor has in mind for Miles. I also wonder if that gay Texas Ranger will appear again and perhaps help Miles with the "mother" situation. What role will Betsy play in Jordan's life. Lots of questions.

Finally, who will Jordan meet up with at the school? Archie does not seem to be around. So, who will Jordan run in to. He is frightened and his survival instincts are telling him to run, but ... We will just have to wait till the next chapter.

Jacob's influence is apparent and I think has helped Trevor fine tune his writing skills. In these short few months that I have been editing for Trevor, I have observed a wonderful transformation in his writing.

With the upcoming holiday weekend quickly approaching, I just want to wish everyone a very Happy Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, or whatever holiday season you are celebrating, "Have a Happy." Share your love with your family and friends and always remember those who are alone with no one to turn to, or those like our hero, Jordan. He is surrounded by others, yet is alone and isolated in his own way. Say a prayer for them, and if you are able, open your homes and hearts to someone, invite them to share your table and offer them your friendship. In return, you will be thrice blessed.

Until next time, write to us and let us know what you think of this new story.

Hugs, Jack

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