Living in a Lie

LIVING IN A LIE

CHAPTER TWO

THE BEGINNING

Written by Trevor

Editor Kent

Editor Jack

Proof reader Richie

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 This story may not be published, or reprinted, without the express permission of the author

Because of the three week break between chapters here is the last paragraph from the previous Chapter.

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 as 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 ...

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As he turned, standing right behind him were four of the schools senior hockey jocks who were without a doubt one hundred per cent redneck.

"So the faggot tried to run away instead of being man enough to stay and face what's coming to him." The biggest and meanest of them said.

"No one around here goes about kissing other guys, no matter if they're really snocked or not."

Jordon began to protest but one of the guys grabbed his arms pulling them behind his back while another put his hand over his mouth, "Are going to take your punishment like a man or are you going to cry like the faggot you are?"

Unable to answer Jordon just stood there certain that he was going to be hurt and hurt bad.

"Get your hands off my boyfriend you big bullies."

All four of them turned around in surprise to see Betsy Merryweather, Jordon's so called girlfriend standing there with fists clenched, determined to help her boyfriend and hopefully save him from a beating. Once they had recovered from their initial shock the four redneck jocks began laughing and mocking Betsy, "Oh yea and what's a faggot lover like you going to do to us?" One of them asked while another insulted her even more, "Fancy being a `fag hag' when you can get serviced by four real guys."

Fighting back tears at those insulting words Betsy was determined to get the upper hand no matter what, "How dare you even think that I would go with bullies like you guys are?"

"So you prefer to go with fags do you? Well if he were a man, he would demonstrate in front of us just how big a man he is in more ways than one by satisfying his girlfriend right know, right here."

Both Jordon and Betsy went deadly white when this remark was made. "No way am I going to fuck my girlfriend with you four looking on, that's for sure."

"And I wouldn't let him either, how dare you even suggest it." Betsy added.

"Just you two wait a fucking minute we're the ones in charge here. We're calling the shots and we say who does what to who." Just then a dozen or more figures appeared on all four sides of the group, with Archie appearing first out of the dark followed by a whole gang of juniors from Jordon's class.

"I think you guys should let these two go if you know what's good for you." Archie said.

"And do you think you little squirts are going to stop us?"

"If we have to." Was the calm reply. "I can whip all of you on my own with one hand tied behind my back." The four rednecks noticed that each of the juniors had a baseball bat in their hand, along with a look which said they were going to use them.

The brash noisy one calling all the shots was the first to back down saying, "Come on guys let's move on, we can't waste all night on a fag and his girl." With an act of bravado they swaggered off down the street.

All the guys were cheering and congratulating each other on winning against four of the toughest guys in the district while Betsy and Jordon were still shaking like a leaf.

"Thanks guys, I just can't thank you enough. I was sure I was going to get beaten to a pulp by those redneck stubble jumpers. Look Archie, I'm sorry I got you into this just because I was drunk."

"No worries man; don't forget I was just as drunk and it was a great party anyway."

All the other guys agreed with him as they walked back towards Jordon's and Betsy's house. They all said goodnight at the gate to Jordon's house and Betsy stood next to him holding his hand. Once the guys had gone Betsy kissed Jordon on the lips and he felt guilty that he would never be able to carry on a full and honest relationship with her because of who he was. He really likes his next door neighbour "Thanks for sticking up for me earlier, that was very brave. They could have knocked you rotten just like they were going to do to me."

"That's ok; I knew the others were right behind me, so we were safe."

"You mean everything that happened was planned?"

"Yes, right down to the last detail, Archie and I got together during the day and worked it out when we knew the guys were out to get you." Betsy told him.

"I never realised I had so many good friends." After a hug and kiss Jordon headed indoors because it was getting late. Once he was gone Betsy also went indoors thinking how much she loved this great guy with that infectious smile.

As soon as he was inside, he went to his bedroom, booted up his computer before having a quick shower. When he got back he went onto Skype to call Miles, his Texan friend and lover.

He told him all about the threatened bashing and how the guys and Betsy helped him which impressed Miles and made him relived to know that someone in Redneck country was looking out for the cute guy.

Once more they chatted in general talking about anything and everything under the sun with Miles steering the young guy away from sexy talk for fear of their chat being monitored. "We have to remember your age Jordon, and talk of you and I having sex or even talking about it on the net is taboo. Now that the authorities, not only the RCMP, but the Texas Rangers as well, know about us, they are almost certainly checking up on us."

"I understand that but I ache for you. My balls are sore and full, wanting you."

"THAT'S ENOUGH OF THAT TALK JORDON." Miles yelled into his microphone. "I'm sorry buddy but we just can't talk like that. I know you want to and you're not the only one, but please no more. I would be the one to go to jail, not you, and it would be for a long time."

Jordon was almost in tears after Miles had shouted at him but realised that everything he was saying was true. "Sorry Miles I'll try and watch what I say from now on." he told his older friend. "I have some bad news. I will be with my dad all next week so I won't be on the net at all because he has no access out there. I might have about fifteen minutes if he's late picking me up from school but that will be all."

Miles wasn't very happy about that news but had to accept it. They said their goodbyes around one a.m. in the morning with both of them going to bed and dreaming about each other.

Next morning Miles slept late and his mother was out when he climbed out of bed. He had a late breakfast and was just settling down to watch some TV when his cell phone rang. He didn't recognize the number but answered it anyway. "Miles Fortuna speaking."

"Hi Miles, I don't know if you remember me, I was one of the Texas Rangers who called on you the other night when that young Canadian boy was missing, my names Keith Jameson."

"Oh, hi Keith I remember you now. What's happening? Am I in some sort of trouble because I can tell you I still chat with the guy."

"No trouble Miles." He paused as if deciding what to say next, "I was wondering because this is my day off, if you would like to meet me for lunch or something if you're not busy?"

"Err, yes, well that would be great-- just say where and when and I'll be there." Miles answered as he remembered the younger of the two police officers admitted he was gay and he was cute as well. "There's a quiet little place some ways out of town, which is good. If we meet somewhere in town the people will talk if you get my drift."

"I agree, so I'll meet you there." They set a time and Miles dashed off into the bathroom to shave, shower, and splash on a bit of deodorant making himself look smart and clean. It had been a long time since he'd been on a date and that's what he looked upon this meeting as being.

For Damien Clyde in Toronto it was his first day back after the holidays at the special school for gays. The Triangle Program was unique and this was the only school of its kind in Canada. He was thinking a lot about Jordon, the guy he picked up on the highway, who said he wanted to come to this school, and he had mixed feelings about that.

The school was aimed at those who had come out and Jordon was very much in the closet and Damien was sure that the young guy was not ready yet to tell the world that he was gay. The school itself also had ongoing problems with funding and on occasion there were too many applicants for too few spaces.

Some of those attending also had personality problems such as transgender cross-dressing with a couple of others waiting for sex change operations. At times Damien found it difficult morally to handle some of the problems facing these people. When he took the job he declared himself to the school board to be above any prejudices he might have.

Damien decided that he would give Jordon a call later that night and make sure he was ok, thinking that it might be nice for him and Bentley to take a trip to see him.

For Jordon, the next day was just another boring one at school. All his classmates were still talking about the previous night when they beat off the senior redneck ice hockey players. "Did you see the way they backed down when they saw all those baseball bats ready to take them out?" Archie declared. Everyone agreed with him laughing and joking until Jordon pointed something out to them, "Do you really think these guys will let us get away with this? I don't think so. They'll come after us one by one and sort us out, believe me."

Once that statement began to sink in, the guys realized that Jordon was right and it was decided that they will all have to watch other's backs. Feeling depressed Jordon thought to himself, "What's the point in this region where everyone's a redneck? Even his fellow classmates were rednecks in the making anyway. The sooner I'm old enough to get out of here the better," he thought to himself. I'm not like them and I never will be.

Betsy kept hanging around him but he was getting used to that and it was good for his image as far as he was concerned. As for the girl in question, she was so much in love with him that it was hard for her to keep her hands off him. She would love to hold him, kiss him all over. That lovely cock which she had in her mouth recently, she would willingly allow into her body any time. She had already made up her mind that when the opportunity arose, she was going to tell him that she was willing to go all the way.

It was a mildly excited Miles who arrived at this tiny Roadhouse some miles out of town. The place was almost empty and he couldn't see Keith, his Texas Ranger friend, anywhere. He asked for a table in a corner away from all the other diners. He then ordered a drink telling the waitress that someone else would be joining him.

In fact, Keith was fifteen minutes late and came rushing in. Looking around and hoping that he hadn't missed his date. His frown changed to a smile when he spotted Miles sitting in the corner. Making his way over, he extended his hand with Miles shaking it before he sat down.

"Sorry I'm late, I got called into the office and couldn't get away on time."

"That's all right I figured something like that might have happened." The waitress came across and they ordered drinks, then when she returned, they ordered lunch. When she left the table Miles spoke first, "I was surprised to get your phone call. I thought once you left the other night you would be gone and that was that."

"To tell you the truth I kept thinking about you. My partner who was with me, who by the way is a happily married man with two kids, kept on and on about the electricity going between us two." They both laughed, secretly admitting to themselves how true that was. Keith continued, "It was obvious that I couldn't say much because of your mother who is a bit of a tyrant if you don't mind me saying?"

Laughing Miles agreed, "Yes and she is totally anti-gay which makes things very difficult for me at times."

They were quiet for a while secretly summing each other up. Keith was dressed in a very smart tan pair of slacks with a shirt open at the collar. The pants were just the right fit to show what attributes he had and Miles noted that he looked to have a very nice package faintly outlined by his pants. He also had a cute looking ass. Miles had noted all this while Keith was walking towards him.

Keith in the meantime had noted the tight jeans his companion was wearing and the T shirt that showed his well-developed muscles and upper body. Plus, he too had noticed the promising bulge in his pants.

Keith went on to explain that he also had a mother who was born and bred in the Bible belt and homosexuality was never discussed in the home or anywhere else for that matter, "She has no idea that I am gay and would have a heart attack if she found out." He told Miles.

"So we're both in the same boat?" Keith nodded his head in agreement. "I'm afraid so and if our relationship develops any further we will have to be very careful."

Miles agreed with him adding, "I'm sure my mother thinks that I am different than other guys anyway, because she keeps sending me to our Pastor for talks." Keith burst out laughing at this revelation, before apologizing for being rude. "That's ok, it is a problem but I think I can handle her."

Their food arrived and as they ate the conversation was more of a general nature, until they got their coffee when Keith said, "How's your young Cannuck friend doing?"

"He's ok I guess. I worry about him because he's a great little guy with a smile which melts you. But, he is so mixed up right now because of where he lives and his situation that I worry something bad might happen to him." He then went on to tell Keith about the episode last night when he almost got beaten up.

"It was good that his classmates backed him up, but he does have lots of problems and not a lot of support."

Agreeing with him, Miles also confided that he is terrified that Jordon might decide to run away again and head for Texas. "If he does that, I don't know what I will do because I will also have to come out to my mother and her church, which will have disastrous results."

Smiling, Keith was silent, gathering his thoughts before he spoke again. "And what about you and I?" he asked, and then continued on before getting an answer. "I must admit the minute I saw you, I was attracted to you. After this wonderful lunch and being with you for even this short period of time, I feel that I would like to get to know you better."

"Yes, I have the same feelings right now but where do we go from here? We have to remain so closeted that our meetings will have to be very carefully planned and may not be as often as we would like. Is that what you want and could you cope with that kind of a relationship?"

"I would certainly like to give it a try. Right now it is taking a lot of my will power not to lean across the table and kiss you on those beautiful rich lips of yours." Keith told him.

Both remained silent looking across the table gazing into each other's eyes. Miles spoiled the moment when he looked at his watch saying, "I have to go and pick mom up at her church."

Keith laughed replying, "I don't know about you, but I can't stand up right now and walk past those people sitting near the door without embarrassing myself and them."

"I am in that predicament as well?" Miles said, also bursting out laughing. The laughter did the trick and they were finally able to stand up because their bulges had gone back to normal. Keith insisted on paying the bill and once out in the car park they stood beside their cars neither of them wanting to be the first to go. "I guess we were both thinking the same thing back there, which is why we ended up the way we did."

"When will I see you again?" Keith asked. "Anytime you are free, just give me a call and maybe we can find somewhere nice and quiet where we can get to know each other better."

Miles agreed, and with a handshake which both of them wished was a kiss, they got into their cars and drove away. On the way to pick up his mother Miles decided that he wouldn't mention anything about Keith to Jordon because it might just send him over the edge.

Jordon's sister Veronica was also worried about her kid brother. He never really opened up to her when he arrived in Port Hope after running away from home. Plus to be brought there by two guys who were obviously gay set alarm bells ringing. She said to her boyfriend, Eddie, "How come he spent the night with two gay guys instead of being driven straight here?"

Eddie agreed that it was a bit strange. "I don't think Jordon is telling us everything about what is going on. I think we should invite him down for a weekend soon so we can try and get to the bottom of this. I've always worried about my kid brother and if he is gay, I for one, will support him all the way."

"Do you still have the phone number of the two guys in Toronto who drove him here?" Eddie asked.

"I think so why?" "Well maybe we can talk to them and try to find out a bit more of what is going on. I think they know a lot more than we do." Eddie added.

Veronica agreed saying that she would call them that evening.

When she did call them, Damien was very non-committal, "Veronica I'm happy that you are concerned for your brother because I believe he is a troubled young man, but it is really up to him to talk to you about his problems."

"True Damien, but he has always been a loner and never opened up to any of the family. I thought while he was in the car with you for all that length of time, he might have said something."

"He spent most of the time asleep. After all, he had been through a bad time living rough for a day. I admit we did talk for a bit and he told me a few things in confidence which I swore I would not tell anyone. If you like Veronica, I'll call him suggesting that he talk to you. I think that's all I can do."

"Thank you Damien. I really appreciate all you're doing for Jordon. He is a good boy and I love him dearly." Damien then went on to explain that he had to give a lecture at Saskatoon high school and was planning to head off to Headland Valley just to make sure he was all right.

Because Jordon was off line at his father's place this week, Miles had to be content to chat to his old friend Fred, which in his mind, was a poor substitute. He told him all about his meeting with his Texas Ranger friend Keith and what a nice guy he was.

"It's going to be difficult Miles, for you to have a relationship with this Keith without the both of you coming out and declaring your sexuality."

"I can't do that Fred, and never will do that because of my mom. She's not getting any younger, her health's not the best, plus she is so set in her ways that an announcement like that could kill her. She is already suspicious about me and to announce openly; `Hey mom, guess what, I'm gay' would be the straw to break the camel's back." Miles explained. Then, he continued, "Plus Keith is in a similar circumstance with his mother."

"Well I think you're both wrong and should come right out and tell your mothers you might be surprised at the reaction you will get." Fred insisted.

Miles was beginning to get angry at Fred's insistence that he declare that he's gay, "Fred I'm telling you for the last fucking time, there is no way I will tell my mom what my sexual preferences are and that's final and if you're gonna persist with that kind of talk then I'm signing off." After that he broke the call and when Fred tried to call back he refused to answer.

Jordon was picked up by his father Freddy straight after school, so he had no time at all to check his e-mail or anything. When his father picked him up, he was in a foul mood. Apparently one of the cows was sick and the vet said she might have to be put down or have an operation for a twisted gut or something. Jordon didn't know a lot about farming and didn't really care anyway. He had no idea what he wanted to do after he left school except get away and go to college. Then get a job a long way from where he was right now.

Once they got to the farm his dad said he wanted some help moving a stack of hay to make way for the next crop, and when they were finished he was hot, tired and dirty. "I think I'll take a shower dad."

"Ok son, I'll have one when you're finished."

The warm water flowing over his body began to relax him right away and the muscle aches began to disappear. While he was washing himself his thoughts turned to Miles far away in Texas.

"Oh, if only you were here right now Miles, to kiss me and shower with me. To let me play with your cock and you with mine, then I'd bend over so you could take me and make me whole."

While this fantasy was flowing through his head, his hand was rubbing his dick and two fingers were in his ass up to the knuckle, moving around inside him getting him hotter and hotter until he could begin to feel his juices rising and as they flowed out of his cock he moaned "Oh Miles, my darling." As a long stream of sperm flew across the shower cubicle, his father walked in.

"Sorry boy, I didn't mean to catch you doing that deliberately, but I heard voices and wondered what was happening. Who's Miles, that sounds like a guy's name?"

"Err, no, err dad, I was saying how much I loved Betty's smiles and how I wished she was here right now."

"You sexy young devil, I didn't know you were fucking her. Well done son, I'm proud of you; following in your old man's footsteps." He reached into the shower ruffling his son's wet hair with a proud and happy face, while Jordon was allowing the relief of not being caught to flow through his body.

"What would you have done if I had been talking about a guy dad?"

"Half fucking killed you; I'd have flogged the faggot feelings right out of your body."

"Gee, good thing I was thinking of Betty then, hey dad?"

His father started to laugh thinking it was all a joke, as he began to take his clothes off so he could take over the shower from his son. He stripped right down and this was the first time he'd ever seen his father fully naked and he just couldn't help but stare. His father's dick hung right down almost to his knees and must have been all of ten inches long and thick, it was enormous. His dad caught him looking and began to laugh, "yes it's not a bad size is it, used to make your mother's eyes water I can tell you."

All the time he was talking, he was flapping it around and it made Jordon sick it was so big and gross. "Yours will never be as big, but it will grow another inch or so, enough to keep all the local girls happy."

Jordon got dried and dressed as quickly as he could dashing out of the bathroom into his bedroom as his father started to sing at the top of his voice.

The way his father carried on made him feel sick in the stomach as he went into his bedroom shaking like a leaf because he almost got caught. I would never be able to come out to my father he certainly would kill me, Jordon realised.

While having breakfast the next day before heading for school, he got a phone call from his sister asking how he was. "Pretty good sis how are you?"

"We were wondering if you would like to come down to us for the weekend if it's ok with the parents. We could drive up on Friday and pick you up from school and bring you back late Sunday night. I know it's a long drive but it will give us chance to talk to the oldies as well." she said with a laugh.

"Sounds good to me big sister, Hang on I'll ask dad right now."

Veronica could hear the sound of voices and then Jordon came back on the line, "It's ok with dad and I don't think mom will mind either. I'll ask her when I get to school and if you don't hear from me you know she's cool with it as well."

"Bye the way Jordon, has Damien called you?" Veronica asked.

Jordon panicked a bit because his dad was sitting just opposite and while he couldn't hear Veronica, he was listening to every word his son was saying. "Err no should he have?"

"He said he was after we had a bit of a chat last night."

"Well he hasn't called me, but then he wouldn't know my number here."

"That's right, I'd forgotten that little brother, see you on Friday." She hung up the phone wondering why Jordon didn't want her father to know about Damien and his pal. Then it dawned on her that her redneck father wouldn't like a gay guy talking to his son or even to his daughter for that matter.

Once again after dropping his mother off at church, Miles was able to catch up with Keith, the new love interest in his life. Keith was on duty, but his partner was covering for him while he had lunch with Miles for the second day in a row. "Hi, how you doing?" Keith asked once more greeting Miles with a handshake with both of them wishing it was a kiss.

Miles gazed into Keith's eyes and started to get hard, so he moved quickly to a table and sat down. Realizing what the problem was, Keith began laughing as he joined him at the table. "Like that, do you?" Miles, also laughing, nodded his head.

After they had ordered drinks and food, Miles spoke for the first time, "I wish we could find somewhere private and get to know each other better."

"Me too, my partner and I have been checking out a couple of places. We would have to go some distance from town, almost to the next state to be somewhere safe. I wish this area of Texas wasn't so bigoted." Miles agreed with him, but had no solution to their problem, so for now they had to be content with some time together in public view.

Miles explained to Keith that he had spoken to a friend of his Fred, who last night suggested they come out and to hell with the consequences. "There's no way I can do that Miles. Like your mother, my mother wouldn't be able to cope, "It's alright for someone who doesn't understand and in fact isn't even gay to say that, but he doesn't have to live with it after, and there's no way either of us can do that."

Once the food arrived they began eating making only light general conversation, until Keith's cell phone rang and it was his partner telling him they had a job and he would pick him up in three minutes. "I'm sorry Miles we're going to have to cut this date short because duty calls."

The look of disappointment on Miles face said it all. Keith stood up heading for the washroom and noticing the nod of the head, Miles followed him at a distance. The washroom was empty as Keith headed for a cubicle with Miles following making sure no one was following them in.

He closed the door behind them and immediately Keith had his arms around him, kissing him and allowing their tongues to fence with each other. Both of them could feel the others hardness against their bodies but there was nothing they could do about it right now. Moaning softly Keith said, "Oh Miles, I've been waiting to do this since that first night we called around to your place looking for Jordon. I was attracted to you right away."

"Don't worry the feeling was mutual Keith. I just wish we could get away somewhere and be alone." Just then they heard the sound of a siren in the distance and had to pull apart so Keith could join his partner. Miles went back to their table and just sat there for a while thinking about Keith and how he felt. He was falling in love with this guy and if he did, would this impact his relationship with Jordon?

He was thinking about what to tell Jordon, the truth or not to mention Keith at all. Once again he also had thoughts regarding Keith. Should he tell him everything about his relationship with this young guy in Canada? He knows most of what is going on through the police investigation, but should he tell all. After sitting there for close on thirty minutes thinking all these thoughts and achieving nothing, he decided he'd better go and pick up his mom and go home having solved nothing.

Jordon and his classmates may have thought that everything was finished with the redneck seniors but no, that wasn't the case. During lunch Jordon made sure it was ok with his mom to go to his sister' places for the weekend and she had no objections at all. He walked outside to join Archie and some of his friends when a whole gang of senior redneck hockey players surrounded them.

Once again it was the same ringleader as it was a couple of nights ago, "So you fucking faggot lovers thought you'd got away with it? Well think again, because once we get you alone Jordon Foster, we'll teach you to go around kissing guys and this time your fag hag and her faggot loving pals won't be around to help you."

This remark was followed by a lot of pushing and shoving until the Principal began heading their way and they split up. Although she suspected something occurred, no one was telling her anything, but she was worried about the attitude of some of the senior boys.

Jordon knew that he was relatively safe while he was with his father unless the rednecks convinced him that I was gay and then it would be worse than ever.

Fred was a lonely old man, there was no getting away from it, and while he had quite a few people he chatted with on the internet, his live social life was non-existent. His mother had died about eighteen months ago and before that he had looked after her almost twenty-four/seven because she had been virtually bed ridden for several years. Retired with a pension which he got by on, more and more lately he had been turning to talking to younger people. Anyone checking up on him for the first time would suspect that he was a predator but nothing was further from the truth.

He enjoyed the youthfulness and happiness which the younger generation had, because usually they didn't have a care in the world. He didn't know why, but he was also attracted to gays rather than straight guys, which surprised even him, because he had never considered himself gay.

Fred had never married due mainly to his mother's health, and his father passed away many years earlier. The internet, with its chat rooms, Facebook, Twitter and Skype were his link with reality. Once every couple of weeks he would go shopping, but only got what was on his list and rarely spoke to anyone.

After school Jordon's father was running late. So he had time to dash home and check his e-mail and also if he was lucky talk to Miles. He'd just got indoors when the phone rang and with his mom still at school he answered it and was surprised to hear Damien on the other end, "Hi good buddy how are you?" Damien asked in a bright cheerful voice.

"Oh I'm alright Damien, just surprised to hear your voice that's all." said Jordan.

"Your sister called me last night and she's worried about you. She tried to get me to open up about what we talked about in the car but I told her that was in confidence and it was up to you if you wanted to talk to her."

There was silence as Jordon once again began to panic, "What do you think I should do Damien?"

"Well, your sister sounds like a really nice young lady who cares for you very much and she is very worried for you right now. I believe that whatever you tell her if you ask her to keep it secret she will. Personally I think you should come out to her, tell her everything."

Jordon never spoke, he sat there listening, still worried of what might happen if his sister was told he was gay. "All right Damien, if you think I should, then I will speak to her this weekend when she picks me up."

"The other news I have is that I am speaking at Saskatoon at the high school on the Triangle program. Bentley is coming with me, so we thought we could drive the extra couple of hours to Headland Valley and spend some time with you. How does that sound?"

"Sounds great guys, looking forward to seeing you again." Jordon said before quickly hanging up because his father had arrived to take him out to the farm.

The next day was pretty ordinary except whenever the senior rednecks were around, they made threatening signs in Jordon's direction which was beginning to get him down and freak him out completely. Betsy hung around him hanging onto his arm whenever any other girls were around making it very plain that Jordon was hers and keep off.

This suited Jordon fine because it helped to keep up his hetero image. He was quite excited at the prospect of meeting up with Damien and Bentley once more. They had arranged to meet straight after school tomorrow, so he had to convince his father that he had to remain at mom's that night. He thought he might tell dad that he had a school project to do with Archie and it must be finished in time. That should satisfy him.

Once again after school the redneck seniors were waiting for him when he came out of school but luckily his father was waiting to pick him up, so he jumped into his four wheel truck and was gone before the hockey guys realized.

He was pinning for Miles and hoped that once Damien and Bentley had gone, tomorrow he would be able to talk to his long distance friend. He was hopelessly in love with the guy; dreaming about him all the time and when he jacked off he blew and blew as he pictured making love to this great Texan. He lay in bed, his hand moving under his shorts to fondle his hard cock and before he knew it he was splattering juice all over the sheets. Once he came back to earth he realized what a mess he'd made and he could do nothing about it but sleep in the mess.

The next day the school day dragged on and on with Jordon thinking it would never end. For the sake of secrecy he had arranged to meet Damien and his partner Bentley in the car at an old historic church which was a local tourist attraction seldom visited by the locals.

He arrived early and sat around waiting for his friends to arrive. When their car drove up he dashed over to meet them. Bentley was first out and he grabbed Jordon putting his arms around him hugging and giving him a kiss on the cheek. This scared the young guy who quickly looked around to see if there was anyone around who might have seen the welcome.

Damien climbed out but was a little bit more conservative giving Jordon a manlier hug before kissing him quickly and lightly on the cheek. "Hey how you're doing?' He asked also looking around and checking.

"It's great to see you guys again, I thought I would never see you again once you dropped me off at my sisters."

"Let's face it, we were worried about you little buddy and us guys have to watch out for each other. Let's take a walk and you can tell us everything that's been happening." Looking around, both of them being used to the city could understand why Jordon was so lonely and exposed.

As they walked they talked about coming out to his sister's this weekend, "I think she suspects something anyway from the way she questioned me and I'm sure whatever you tell her, if you want it kept a secret, she will. Her boyfriend Eddie also is sympathetic. He likes you and told your sister that he wants to help."

Jordon was encouraged by this news, "I think I will talk to my sister and Eddie and tell them everything, maybe they will let me move in with them and go to your school Damien?"

Before replying, Damien thought carefully about how he was going to explain to Jordon that he didn't think the Triangle project was right for him, just yet. "Jordon the school I teach at might not be right for you just now, and remember I said just now. Most of the kids who attend there are older than you, but that's no reason because we have had kids younger than you attend when they have felt threatened in mainstream schools. First you're not in a life threatening situation right now."

Jordon was about to protest but Damien held up his hand to stop him before continuing, "Before you say anything let me finish. Yes, the senior jocks or rednecks as you call them are giving you a hard time right now but that's only because you did something which really is trivial when you were drunk. They'll get over it and soon find someone else to bully, believe me and your sexuality won't be revealed. Believe me so many of us have been through all this and we know and understand."

"But why don't you want me at your school? You still haven't fully explained?"

"To go to `my school' as you put it. You have to be right out one hundred per cent. Most of those in the school right now are more on the effeminate side, even more so than Bentley here. Plus we currently have more lesbians than gays, along with cross-dressers and a couple of guys seeking sex change operations. These are kids who are way out there and if they attended regular high school they would not survive. Do you understand where I'm coming from my young friend?"

Jordon nodded his head, agreeing with Damien but still feeling let down because he thought he had found a solution to his problems which would also get him away from this terrible place that was home.

They began walking back to the car with the guys suggesting they go get something to eat. Laughing, Jordon pointed out to them that they only have one eating place in town, so the choice of food was limited.

Just as they got to the car a couple of trucks came roaring in with four or five rednecks in each one. Both Jordon and Bentley looked terrified but Damien said to them quietly, "Don't worry I'll handle things just don't say a word."

As the farm boys and high school jocks got out of their wagons they looked menacing as they approached the three of them who were standing alone and isolated in the middle of the car park.

"Hey Jordon are you going to introduce us to your faggot friends?" One of the guys asked and the others laughed. Jordon just went paler and paler thinking that this was it, they were all going to get killed for sure.

"Hello guys allow me to introduce myself." Damien said catching the rednecks by surprise as he held out his hand in friendship. They were not used to such good manners around here, but a couple of them returned the handshake. Damien continued, "I'm Damien a school teacher in charge of special education and I was just interviewing young Jordon Foster here for a special education program especially for gifted children. Did you know that Jordon has a particularly high IQ?"

They had no idea how to react to this guy who was so confident in front of them. "We didn't know, and we don't care, and who the fuck are you anyway."

"I already told you that, my you do have a small attention span which is the sign of a low IQ, but we can't all be geniuses. But if you want to know a bit more on why I am here let me explain. The Canadian education system is considering young Jordon Foster here for a special education program in which he can cope and progress without being held back by some of the more slower students at his school." He emphasized the slower bit while staring closely at the guys surrounding them.

Being dumb redneck hockey players and farm boys they didn't have much idea of what Damien was talking about but appeared to accept it rather than look even dumber than they were. Poor Jordon and Bentley, too, for that matter were trying so hard not to burst out laughing as Damien continued; "Now gentlemen if you will excuse us we are hungry and thirsty." With that he went to get into his car with Jordon and Bentley following.

They drove off leaving the whole mob of guys just standing there with their mouths open. Once they had left the car park all three burst out laughing. Jordon couldn't believe all the things Damien had said and got away with, "That Jordon, is how you get out of trouble when you're gay and not a fighter."

After a bite to eat at the only café in town, they said goodbye to Jordon before undertaking the long drive back to Toronto. Damien explained that when he does these lectures all around Canada they usually give him a couple of days off. After a quick macho type hug, they left after once more suggesting to Jordon that he seriously considers coming out to his sister.

It was a very happy and elated Jordon who finally made it home going straight into his bedroom and firing up his computer, hoping to talk to his friend Miles. In actual fact, Miles was in a dilemma over just what to tell his Canadian friend. Should he come clean and tell all about Keith, his new found boyfriend, or not say anything at all. Miles thought if he didn't tell Jordon he would be cheating on him, even though their affair, if you could call it that, was long distance and wouldn't amount to anything serious for at least three years maybe longer. Even then, because of the distance, any relationship might never get off the ground, or last the test of time.

Miles was so confused and uncertain on what to do that he decided to stay off line that night until he had definitely made up his mind. Of course Jordon was upset when he didn't find his friend available for a chat because he desperately wanted to discuss what he was going to tell his sister.

In desperation with nobody to talk to, Jordon watched a gay porn movie before jacking off and going to bed early for him.

Next morning Betsy was waiting outside. They walked down the road to school together to find the usual group of Rednecks waiting at the gate for Jordon, "Here comes the fag and his hag." One of them remarked bringing loud laughter from the other guys. The ringleader pushed Jordon up against the school wall saying, "And don't think we bought all that bull shit your faggot friend told us last night either. You know what I think?" he said grabbing hold of Jordon's shirt and pushing even further into the wall.

Jordon whispered, "No."

"I think we got there just in time last night to stop a three way fuck session between those two faggots and you." He brought his fist up to Jordon's face holding it just inches from his nose. Jordon was trembling, believing for sure that he was going to get beaten up well and truly.

"Everything that teacher from Toronto said was true and Jordon is not gay and I know that for a fact." said Betsy.

"And what might that fact be, or is this just another story you expect us to believe."

"No it's true. When the schoolteachers left, I met up with Jordon and we spent the next three hours alone in his bedroom and we weren't playing chess." Betsy said smirking and looking like the cat which got all the cream.

"And why should we believe you? What proof do you have?"

"Well we didn't take pictures if that's what you mean but he's not my boyfriend for nothing if you get my drift." The tone in Betsy voice intimated that a lot had occurred while in fact nothing happened because she wasn't even there.

Just then the bell rang for the start of classes and everyone began to head off into school with the rednecks muttering among themselves, not sure if Betsy was telling the truth of not, "Thank you Betsy for providing me with an alibi. I'll always be in your debt." Jordon told her.

"Yes you will and I think after school tonight we'd better let what I said happen otherwise I might just have to admit I was lying." This was just about the last straw for Jordon now he would have to go all the way with Betsy, a thought which made him feel sick in the stomach.

All day Jordon spent worrying and trying to think of a plan to get out of having sex with Betsy but he couldn't think of anything. Then just after lunch he had a brainwave. He called his father telling him that he felt guilty because he didn't stay at the farm the previous night. To make amends, instead of staying with his mother, he would spend the night with him and do a bit more work around the farm.

This of course made his father very happy because it meant a bit of free labour around the place which would be better than paying someone. He was still smarting from the massive vet's bill for a sick cow which died anyway.

After speaking to his dad, he found Betsy telling her the news, which didn't make her very happy but she had to put up with it, "Don't try and wriggle out of our deal Jordon Foster because it is going to happen or you're going to get beaten up by the Hockey Jocks, it's your decision."

"Don't worry Betsy I'll stick to my side of the bargain it's just that dad asked me to help him out and because of my teachers coming up from Toronto I couldn't do it last night."

Betsy wasn't thrilled with the arrangement, especially when she had told several of her girlfriends that tonight was the night and now she will have to make an excuse and they'll think she made the whole thing up.

His father made Jordon work hard cleaning out the dairy, the chicken coops and other menial and dirty jobs, all of which he hated doing and refused to pay someone to do them, so Jordon was it. He slept like a log but still had time to think of Miles and how he hadn't heard from him for what seemed like weeks but was only a few days. He hoped Miles was just as lonely for his company as he was.

Sadly, this wasn't quite true because the past couple of nights when he first avoided talking to Jordon and then his young boyfriend wasn't on line the next night; Miles was able to chat to his new found local friend Keith. Keith called him on the phone two nights in a row and they chatted for close to four hours on each occasion.

They shared their innermost thoughts and secrets with each other, discussed their likes and dislikes and found that they had similar tastes in most things. It would have been obvious to anyone listening in that these two guys were falling in love in a big way.

While Miles had been chatting away to other gays on the internet for several years now, Keith had never ventured into that field. They talked sport, food, drink, their mothers and past loves and sex romps which for both of them had been few and far between. Mind you neither of them were virgins, not by a long way, but sexual adventures were pretty conventional for both of them.

Both of their domineering mothers were suspicious of the time they spent chatting on the phone commenting, "What on earth do you talk about?" To that question they only got non-committal answers and were none the wiser, but would have a fit if they knew just what was discussed.

Veronica and her boyfriend Eddie, as soon as they had finished work, headed out of Port Hope near Toronto for the long drive to Headland Valley. Luckily they were able to get away early just before lunch time and make good time as well. They only stopped once to eat, fuel up and change drivers. Both of them were good drivers so they arrived at Veronica's mothers place not long after Jordon and his mom had got home from school.

Walking into the house Veronica and Eddie were greeted with open arms by her mom who missed having her daughter at home. They sat down, had something to eat and caught up with all the gossip while Jordon showered and packed a few things he might need into a bag.

Their father arrived but didn't come into the house and Veronica and her boyfriend went outside to chat with him as well. While their parents didn't get on at all, both kids got on reasonably well with their father and very well with their mother.

Soon it was time to make the long journey home with Eddie driving the first part of the journey so that Veronica could chat with Jordon. "So how are things going at school?" was the opening question.

"Oh pretty good. I guess it's not a bad school as far as schools go." was the non-committal reply from Jordon.

"I rang Damien before we left and he told us that the visit they had with you went well but once again he wouldn't say anything else, telling us that you would tell us more. What puzzles us is why you, all a sudden, made friends with two guys who are obviously gay. Don't get me wrong they are both very nice caring young men, but how come you became friends?"

"Well Damien did give me a lift, helped me get to your place and they made me feel so very welcome."

"And because of that you appear to have become lifelong friends with them, which quite frankly I find strange, in fact very strange indeed. So is there something else you would like to tell us bearing in mind that we will never betray any secrets you have and don't want others to know about."

Jordon thought what's the point in telling her, she has guessed already, "Sis, please I beg you don't tell anyone what I'm about to tell you. Please promise me?" He begged almost in tears. Veronica was sitting in the back with Jordon and she took him in her arms almost in tears herself, "Jordon I love you dearly and would never, ever betray a confidence and if you don't want anyone else to know, well it will be our little secret. I have a good idea what you are about to say but I would like to hear it from your own lips."

Still hugging her brother Veronica waited until Jordon was ready to speak. "I'm gay, a faggot a homosexual--- call it what you like but I'm different from everyone else because I prefer my own sex instead of girls." As soon as he blurted that out he began sobbing into Veronicas shoulder and she attempted to pacify him.

"Jordon, it's nothing to be upset or ashamed about. You are made that way and that's it plain and simple. We will never tell anyone else unless you ask us to, but I do think you should consider telling mom. I'm sure she would be just as understanding and supportive as Eddie and I, but I don't think you should tell dad because he is so set in his ways that he just wouldn't understand."

A good many miles passed before anything else was said with Jordon still hanging on to his sister, sobbing now and again. Then he went quiet and when Veronica looked down he had fallen asleep, looking so calm and peaceful in her arms almost like a baby.

Veronica too found herself closing her eyes for a while. They both woke up when Eddie pulled into a roadhouse announcing that it was supper time for them and the car. Over supper Eddie who had been silent in the car concentrating on driving said to Jordon, "Don't worry Veronica and I will look after you and if things do get too bad at home you can always stay with us. We have a spare room until we decide to have kids, which won't be for a couple of years."

"Thank you Eddie, the both of you are wonderful people but right now I don't know what I want to do or what my plans are, well let's face it I don't have any plans. Also I don't want to leave mom, she's a bit lonely these days. Ok, she has her friends but not all that many, and all they talk about is school and teaching because that's all they know."

Eddie continued hoping to find out a bit more about Jordon and his sexuality, "And what about you, do you have a boyfriend or anything like that? I think Damien had some idea that you had someone but he wouldn't tell us."

This put Jordon on the spot because he wasn't sure if he wanted to talk about Miles right now or tell anybody else about him, not even his sister and her boyfriend, "If you don't mind Eddie there is someone who lives a long way away and I'd rather not talk about him right now."

"That's ok, I'm sorry I didn't mean to pry and I won't push it, but if you want to talk about it at any time we're quite happy to listen and if possible advise."

Back on the road Veronica took over the driving with Eddie sitting next to her making sure she didn't drop off to sleep. Jordon feeling tired and worn out stretched out on the back seat and slept the rest of the way to Port Hope.

Poor old Fred wasn't very happy because just about everyone he normally talks to on-line wasn't about. Jordon hadn't been on line all week but of course he expected that because he knew he was with his father. But Miles was a worry. Since they had words about him and his new boyfriend coming out to their mothers, he hadn't heard from him at all, which worried Fred because he thought it might have been the heated discussion they had.

In fact the only reason Miles wasn't on line a lot was because he was on the phone chatting to Keith for hours on end. Keith's duties as a Texas Ranger had kept him busy so they had no chance of meeting for anymore lunch dates.

Both of them realized that their relationship was going to be a long time happening and they may never have the chance to consummate their love, but they will keep trying.

Damien's and Bentley's relationship also wasn't always as smooth as it could be. They both loved each other dearly and had been together for quite a while, but Bentley was inclined to be a bit of a flirt especially if he's had a few too many glasses of red wine which he loves and drinks a fair amount of. Secretly when they were in Headland Valley, he was eyeing up Jordon. While he was respectful of his young age and knew what he wanted to do wouldn't happen, he did start flirting a bit with Jordon. Of course our young virgin didn't realise what was going on, but Damien did, and on the way back to Toronto there was a blazing row, which resulted in Bentley sleeping for a couple of nights with an old boyfriend.

Damien hated himself for bringing the subject up but at times Bentley had to be brought into line. He knew that his lover would be back in a couple of days and making up was fantastic. Thinking about it, Damien had to grin at Bentley chatting up Jordon because both were bottoms and they would have spent hours arguing about who was doing what to whom.

Once they arrived at Port Hope, Jordon asked if he could use the computer and Veronica and Eddie had no objections because they were both tired and headed straight for bed. The minute he logged onto Skype he noticed Miles was on line and started chatting to him right away telling him how much he had missed him, then all about Damien and Bentley visiting and his coming out to his sister. He gabbled on non-stop for about thirty minutes before he realized that Miles wasn't looking too happy.

"Hey what's the matter with you Miles is something wrong?"

Miles paused for what appeared to be an eternity before opening his mouth to speak, "Jordon I must tell you something that I don't really want to tell you, but, right from the start we said that we would be totally honest with each other."

Jordon's good mood sank, dreading to hear what Miles was going to say next but having a good idea of what is was anyway. Miles continued, "You are still too young for us to have an affair although I do love you dearly, plus you are such a long distance away." He paused again, took a deep breath and continued, "I have met a local guy about my age and we like each other very much. Having said that, there is nothing to stop us being very good friends and chatting all the time like we do and maybe when you are old enough and if we are both available for each other we might just meet up. I still love you Jordon, I love that gorgeous smile and I hope we don't let this come between our friendship."

Jordon couldn't answer him and took the video off of his conversation so that Miles wouldn't see his tears. He felt as if his world had been torn apart, "I gotta go Miles, this is my sisters PC and I don't want to hog it, bye for now." And click he was gone.

He ran into the bedroom he was using, flung himself onto the bed, his face buried in the pillow so that his sister couldn't hear him crying. All sorts of thoughts flew through his head, none of them making sense, he was so sad and miserable, finally he cried himself to sleep.

Miles too, as soon as Jordon rang off so abruptly, knew that he shouldn't have told him about Keith, and he tried to call him back but without much luck because he was showing offline. So it was a very sad Jordon and a very worried Miles who finally went to sleep that night.

Next morning Veronica and Eddie slept in being a Saturday and when Eddie finally headed for the bathroom he found the door locked. Thinking Jordon had just gone in there he waited for a while before knocking again because his needs had become urgent. He then checked in Jordon's room but it was empty so he tried knocking again but got no reply this time, he called to Veronica and they ...

To Be Continued.

Writers Corner:-

Sorry another cliff hanger but a fairly obvious one or is it?

Chapter two has finally found its way onto the site and I hope you are all coming back to have another read. This story to me is important because it highlights the many problems gays are experiencing in this modern day and age. With homosexuality in the spotlight more and more some people are beginning to accept it as a way of life, so one would think it would get easier for us all. Wrong, if anything it is more difficult with gay bashing and youth suicides on the increase.

Now to the story itself. In this chapter quite a lot happened. The most important being that Jordon came out to his sister. Veronica and Eddie accepted Jordon for what he was with no questions asked. I think the next hurdle could possibly be his mother, what do you think?

The bullying at school is still continuing and I loved the way Damien bluffed the way out of a bashing. A bit of quick thinking on his side.

Also Betsy has him over a barrel now that she alibied him and it looks like he will have to comply with her sexual wishes or get beaten up. What a cunning conniving B...

Miles, well he also has problems. He met a guy he loves and the feeling is mutual but because of their mothers, they are having trouble meeting and getting to know each other better. Will Keith or Miles for that matter get tired of not being able to be with their lover and the relationship end before it began?

Finally how stupid could Miles be? He might have guessed that Jordon would be upset finding out about Keith and I think Miles could have been a bit more tactful explaining things. We also found out very briefly that all is not well from time to time with Damien and Bentley. A lot of partnerships like theirs do go through rough patches and that is sometimes all part of life.

Anyway I hope you enjoyed reading chapter two and once again my editors and I would love to get your thoughts and comments on this and indeed all my stories and Jacob's as well. Believe me, we both spend many hours writing away in the hopes that we will entertain you with our words. Until next time, Thanks again for reading.

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Trevor

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Editor's corner:

I was glad to get this second chapter as I have become fascinated with the characters, the problems they experience, and the people with whom they interact. Trevor rarely includes a dull moment in his writing!

Bullies are a major problem in our society and they come in all shapes, sizes, genders, and ages. Just for example, think of the famous Dolly Parton movie, "9 to 5," and think of the boss of the girls. In this story most of bullies are male jocks, but Jordan's dad is, in some ways, also a bully.

How well Jordan is able to cope with such problems is always in doubt. The locked bathroom door may just be a bit of evidence. Suicides among gays have been increasing in recent years.

What bothers me most is that so many folks seem so shocked and surprised when they should be asking themselves how they missed the clues OR did not act when they saw the clues!

Please let Trevor know your reactions, ideas, and suggestions. They are his ONLY pay for his writing efforts on our behalf! Feel free to send me a copy as well!

Editor: Kent D. (sw Ohio area) kent@jacobmillertex.com or yagoh2@aol.com

Jack's Corner:

Another chapter full of excitement, thrills of an awakening love, and sadness as well because the characters in this story are unable to be who they really are. As Kent has said, bullies come in all shapes and sizes. Their ages span the wide range from youngsters on a school playground to aged adults trying to control the lives of their children. This is human nature as our sociologists like to say. All we can do is lead by example and hope that our future generations will not tolerate bias and hatred, working hard to accept others without condition.

Jordan is going to find it more and more difficult to put off having sex with Betsy. She has become a rather manipulative bitch and I dislike her more and more. For now Jordan has friends who have his back and keep the bullies from beating him down, but what is going to happen when Jordan's friends learn his secret? I would like to think that they will still be there, but these are red-necked bigots in the making, so I am not confident they will remain friends.

I am happy the Jordan has come out to his sister and her boyfriend because now that he knows about Miles beginning an affair with Keith, Jordan will need their support. I just hope Jordan has not hurt himself at the close of this chapter, but we will have to wait and see what happens in the next chapter.

Please let us all know what you think about this story and how it is unfolding. With all that is going on in our society, this story needs to be told. Moreover, it needs to be read, and most importantly, it needs to be read by everyone, regardless of orientation.

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Jack

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