My Boss, My Lover, My Friend

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After about an hour they both came in. Drew had his arm around Luke's shoulder and Luke held on to his father with his arm wrapped around his waist. It was clear they had both been crying a lot. Their eyes were red and swollen and there were still black streaks on their cheeks. Despite of that, they had both a smile on their face and we could see by their body language that they were at peace with each other. We didn't have to ask if everything was ok. We knew it, at least between father and son. They still had quite a long way to go, and for Drew the most difficult part was still to come: facing his wife. Here at the Youth Centre we were focused on helping young people who were thrown out of their family home, but we were not sure if we were prepared to help adults if the situation occurred.

Drew left around midnight, asking Luke to stay with us. He wanted to face his wife alone. Luke agreed and they arranged to call each other to keep updated. Before going to his room, Luke came over and hugged all three of us.

Alex, Joe and I stayed up a little longer and discussed the situation. Alex thought he would be up for it to help Drew to keep his family united. The excitement of the evening had worn us out and when Alex left, Joe and I went up to our quarters. When we passed Esteban's room, we heard some moaning and the undeniable sounds of two persons having sex. I looked at Joe and he shrugged his shoulders as to say "We had ragging hormones as well as their age". I was just wondering with whom he was having sex.

At seven in the morning, although it was Saturday, the alarm clock went off and I just wanted to have a hammer to smash the thing to silence. I wanted to sleep in, but I knew I couldn't. We got up and had a shower, separately. If we took the shower together I was sure we wouldn't be down before nine. We went down to the main kitchen and found Luke in shorts, T-shirt and flip-flops, busy preparing breakfast for what seemed an army. When I saw the amount of food I thought we had guests or that Luke didn't have any sense of quantities!

Dad and Mum are coming over, he said. I hope you don't mind that I offer them breakfast. I promise, I'll clean up afterwards.

I ruffled through his hair and told him it was all right. I didn't know at what time he got up, but almost everything was ready and the main table was dressed. The other guys came down one by one and at last Esteban and Ted came in. They were both beaming and I had my answer about last night.

I was just about to sit down when the doorbell rang. At this hour I was sure who it was and I let in Drew and his wife. Looking at their faces, I guessed things had been hard and they probably didn't sleep at all. Luke ran to his Mum and hugged her and then his father. At first sight everything seemed ok, but I had a strong suspicion that Alex would have a long day ahead. Lucy, Drew's wife, didn't say a lot and seemed to be on the verge of bursting out crying. She was nervous as hell. I didn't want to dramatize the situation and called everybody to dig in. Esteban and Ted were feeding each other. Luke observed his parents closely. The others seemed lost in their thoughts. It was not what you could call a happy breakfast. Lucy just sipped at her coffee but wasn't able to bring anything more through her throat. Drew looked a bit defeated but ate his plate in silence.

Luke, true to his word, stated to clean up and his Mum was soon on her feet to help him. I took the opportunity to take drew by the arm and we went out to the gardens to have a walk and a talk.

• How did things go, Drew?

• Not as good as I wished, but much better than I feared! He answered.

• You want to talk about it?

• Yes and no, he said. I know I have to talk about it because otherwise I will just explode! And no, I don't want to talk about it because I am not so proud of the whole situation.

• Leave you pride aside Drew. I said.

And then he started to speak, slowly at first as if he was trying to put everything on a straight line and in chronological order.

• First of all, I should never have married Lucy. I knew I was gay before I even met her. At that time, of course, there was a lot of pressure from family, church and friends. I was, as you said yesterday, a coward. I didn't want to have to face rejection from my folks and society. When Luke was born I was on cloud nine and Lucy as well. I thought that the arrival of a child would get all the problems out of the way and at first it even did. But when he grew up, all my fears came back and hit me in the face full force. On top of that, as you know, he grew to be a very good boy and yes, very attractive. When I found out he liked his own gender I was even more scared. But it was not the fear that made me react. It was pure jealousy. When I went back home last night, Lucy was still up. She never waits for me when I go for a beer, but last night she did. She said she felt she had to do it. When she looked closer at my face, she saw there was something wrong and even if there was never real love between us, we have that tender caring for each other. When she asked me what was the matter, I broke down again and starting sobbing and crying. She let me cry out and took my hands in hers. For the first time in our married life, I looked in her eyes and told her everything! She didn't interrupt me at all and I could see on her face she was devastated. I told her I had met Luke and that we had talked it all over as well.

Drew made a pause. He breathed in deeply as if to find the necessary energy to go on. I hold his hand and gave him his time to go on.

• When I was finished telling her what was up, the tears ran down her face in silence. She looked at me with an incredible intensity. And then she asked what was going to happen now. I had no idea of what I had to tell her. In her typical soft and tender voice she asked me if we had to divorce, if she had to throw me out like I had done with our son, if she had to ask for a restraining order... All her questions were understandable, but hurt me deep inside. I don't want to lose her or lose Luke. We are a family and I want it to stay that way. We talked all night Steve! And you know what? That hasn't happened in years! The longer we talked, the more I realized I have a fantastic wife at my side. She is of course scared to death that I will have sex with our son. That is an image she can't live with. She told me that very clearly. Just to reassure her, I told her that what I feel for our son is love and not lust, but I know it is not a hundred percent true. I look at him and I can't avoid thinking what it would be like to be sexual with him. I then thought I had been able to refrain my emotions and my feelings for so long, that I would probably be able to continue it.

Drew sighed. He looked up at me and said:

• It's pathetic, isn't it?

I didn't know what to say. It was in those moments that I actually envied Alex and his knowledge. He would probably have known what to say. I was speechless and Drew could have interpreted it is as a positive answer from my side. I didn't think it was pathetic at all. I could feel the turmoil of emotions in his heart. My heart went out to him.

In the corner of my eye I saw someone approaching. It was Alex. I was so glad to see him and was more than prepared to leave it in his hands. It was not that I didn't want to take the responsibility of helping Drew; it was just that I thought he had far better skills than me to do so. I brought him up-to- date and left them alone.

I went back into the house and found Luke and his mother in the living room. They were not really talking to each other, but were more whispering. I didn't want to intrude and left them alone. I went to the office and found Joe on the phone talking. When he saw me, he called me in with a sign of his hands. He went on talking for a few minutes and I was wondering who he was talking to. He hung up the phone and said:

• Esteban's parents will be here at two o'clock. They just arrived from their trip and discovered one of their sons was missing. The three others didn't say a word, but an unfortunate call of the Sheriff's office brought everything to the surface. As they asked where Esteban was, the Sheriff gave them David's number. He, after telling them all the legal implications, gave them our number. Fortunately, David could call me before they could and I had just the time to ask Esteban to stay in his room, unless I call him. He agreed. David is on his way as well.

• Wow! Two in a row seems a bit too much for me right now, but we knew this could happen. So, let's face the dragons!

Joe smiled at me and said we would do just fine. I went over to him and kissed him. His response was so passionate that I soon had a hard-on that would be difficult to hide if we had any visitors. I was thinking of taking him upstairs when the doorbell rang. I had no choice. I tried to arrange my hard-on as best as I could and went for the door. It was David. He is a cheeky bugger and immediately spotted my problem.

• Having a good time Stevie?

He broadly smiled and came in. We went straight to the office and I saw David checking Joe out. Joe's hard-on was not that visible, but for David's eyes it was clear Joe was not flaccid!

• Yes, you two had clearly a good time. But we have more urgent matters on our hands. Maybe you two want to come over later this afternoon for a sauna?

He arched his eyebrows, wiggling them in anticipation. Joe and I burst out laughing. Then David switched to professional mode and was the lawyer we knew. He told us the situation would not be easy, as Esteban had agreed to press charges against his three brothers. David had received all the legal notifications about it.

The doorbell rang again! I went to open it and in came a Spanish tornado! Esteban's mother, with all her Spanish blood was in a pure fury, shouting his name and asking where he was. Esteban's father was quieter and even tried, unsuccessfully to calm down his wife. He introduced himself as Miguel Rodriguez and presenting his wife as Carmen. When his wife saw that Esteban was not appearing she came to me and stood only a few inches from my face, spitting her venom out in a mix of English and Spanish words. I surprised my self, being so calm. Carmen was pacing the entrance hall with an uncommon energy and told me that she was going to call the police if I didn't bring her her son immediately. Just at that time David came out of the office, planted both feet firmly in front of her, stopping her in her nervous tracks and told her that that was exactly what he was going to do if she didn't calm down. As she had suddenly faced someone more decided than herself, she stopped pacing the room and yelling. David took the opportunity to invite them both into the office. They sat down and David took the empty seat behind the desk where Joe had been sitting.

I had never seen David in a REAL professional mode before and was surprised with his approach of things. He first of all presented himself as being Esteban's lawyer.

Esteban can't afford to have a lawyer! The mother said.

• Yes, he can, David answered, as I am working in this Youth Centre and don't charge them for it. I legally represent Esteban and I will do everything that I can to see that no harm will be done to him.

Carmen was suddenly silent. David then proceeded to show them the pictures Bruce had taken in the emergency room at the hospital, as well as the X-rays and the scan and, of course, Bruce's medical report. Carmen and Miguel were flabbergasted.

• That's all a set-up, Carmen said, but Miguel had a silent tear coming down his cheek.

As Esteban's mother was about to start one of her tirades, Miguel suddenly raised his voice and ordered her to shut up. Carmen was surprised by her husband's reaction, but didn't say a word more. Miguel then took the pictures and the X-rays and started to study them closely. We didn't know it, but he was a radiologist and knew exactly what he was looking at.

When he was finished examining the evidence, he asked what was next. David didn't say a word, but presented them the charges Esteban had pressed against his three brothers. Miguel read them carefully. When he was finished, he turned to his wife and said in Spanish:

• Estamos en apuros querida! (we are in trouble, my dear)

He then turned towards David and asked for the legal consequences of the charges. David stayed calm and explained them what could happen. Miguel and Carmen were speechless. It was clear they had no idea of what their three other sons had done to the youngest one. Miguel was even more aware of the legal outcome of the situation.

Esteban's mother started to talk to her husband in Spanish at such a speed that no one else but her husband understood her. She got so animated that her husband, once more, had to raise his voice to calm her down. He was silent for a few moments and you could see he was thinking really hard. He was not the kind of guy to just open his arms to a gay son, but what the other three had done was totally unacceptable for him. He didn't even consult with his wife when he turned to David and said:

• Even though I hate it, we will let justice take its place. My three other sons will face the charges! If the judge decides they have to go to a correctional center, they will go till the age of twenty-one. Let's just hope they will learn the lesson and learn what respect means.

Esteban's mother tried to show her total disagreement as she started in Spanish once again, but Miguel was decided and not to be argued with. He told his wife once more to shut up. He then tried to explain to her the values of respect that he expected in his family. Of course, she started to cry. He then turned to David and said:

• I guess that there will be a trial and that they'll probably end in jail or correction center. They will be scared to death and that will be their first lesson. If you can, make sure the trial comes up very soon. We will accept whatever the judge tells. I will pay for a lawyer, but only to see that everything goes as the law says. If you can recommend any lawyer, I will be grateful. Now that everything is settled, can we see our latest son?

Even if David didn't show it, he was stunned by the turn of events. He took the phone and called the Sheriff's office and talked to the Sheriff himself. He gave clear instructions according to the father's decision. When all was clearly stated, he turned to Joe and asked if he could have Esteban coming down to meet his parents. Joe left the room. After what seemed to be an eternity, Joe came in with Esteban. When they came in, Carmen wanted to hug her son, but Miguel prevented her to do so. He looked at his son and said:

• Your three brothers will probably go to jail for what they did. Have you anything to say to that?

• I went to hospital for what they did and almost died if these people had not been here for me. Have you anything to say to that?

Esteban and his father looked at each other in silence. Then Miguel opened his arms and it was almost as if Esteban ran to his father and hugged him. Carmen was a lot colder than her husband and her son. It was as if she disagreed with her husband and disapproved of her latest son. She didn't stand up. She didn't open up her arms. She was munching on a handkerchief as if suppressing her feelings. I wondered where that woman was, who was bursting into the Youth Centre with an energy that was indescribable. Miguel looked at the coldness of his wife and was stunned. She sensed Miguel and Esteban's eyes on her, but she just waved with her hand as if to say: "Leave me alone!".

It was decided that Esteban would stay at the Youth Centre till the trial was over. Miguel and his wife left to go home and face their three other sons. It was a task they didn't really look forward to.

It was just two o'clock in the afternoon and I was already exhausted. I just wanted to take a nap as we still had more guests in our Centre that I had to attend to and wanted to do the best I could in my job. I told David and Joe that I was going to lay down for a bit and kissed them both before going to our quarters. My head had just hit the pillows when my mobile rang. I looked at the caller's ID and saw it was Granny. I picked up and she immediately started to tell me, in an animated tone, that she had been to a charity event the night before. I listened amused to all the details she was giving me and let her talk. I also knew that if she was calling me, it was not just to tell me the event, but that she probably had to ask me something or giving me important news. As she had told me everything about her night, she suddenly stopped for a moment and then asked:

Does the name of Graham Newton ring a bell to you?

Was the name of Graham Newton known to me??? Of course it did!!! He was the guy I was in bed with when my father came in and caught us! All the memories of that day came flooding back to me. I hadn't heard from him since that day. My father had contacted his parents and Graham had been send to God knows where in order to be "cured" as they said.

• Yes Granny, I know the man even though I haven't seen him or heard of him in many years. He is the one I was with when Dad came in unexpectedly if you know what I mean.

• Oh... she said ... Well, he was at the charity event last night. We talked quite a bit, but he didn't mention that detail! He said he had known you and lost contact, but that he wanted to at least see you. He asked me for your number but I pretended I didn't have it with me. I wanted to be sure you would agree to meet up. He gave me his number if you want it.

I wrote down the number. Granny went on telling me the last gossip of town and then hang up.

I lay down again, but couldn't fall asleep. The memories of Graham were in my head. I remembered vividly the day we met and how our friendship grew. I could still see us sitting in my room at my parent's house, when Graham came out to me, scared to death that I would turn my back to him because of his feelings. I had to put my finger under his chin to lift his head and having him look at me. The expression on his face changed as he saw me smiling at him. His eyes grew big as saucers when he saw that I was leaning in and brushed my lips against his. The first kiss sent sparks through both our bodies and from there on we could not stop. The kiss grew strong and passionate. Our tongues were dueling in our mouths. I held his face in my hands just as he did the same. Our kiss was so forceful that an outsider could have thought we were trying to eat the other. Graham pushed with such strength to kiss me as deeply as he could, that I felt backwards on the bed and he was laying on me in no time. Our lips were sealed together. Our breaths were heavy. I remembered vividly that I loved to feel his whole weight on me. Our chests were pressed together and I could feel his heartbeat through his clothing. We broke the kiss a few times, but it was only to catch our breath and then resume where we had stopped. Our two mouths formed one cavern where our tongues were fighting for supremacy. We drank each other's saliva and it made us tipsy. Graham slipped off of me, but it was only to be able to unbutton my shirt. His fingers were agile and I was soon bear chested. The feelings of his hand on my naked flesh made my head spin in pure pleasure. I pulled his T-shirt over his head and our chests met for the first time. That skin-to-skin contact was the trigger to even more passionate kissing, but this time it was added by our hands roaming over naked flesh. When we looked in each other's eyes we saw a mix of love and lust. We had known each other for quite some tine and we both had hidden our inner feelings. Now, we unleashed all that pent-up energy and thought just of pleasing the other.

I was caressing Graham's back and my hand slipped under the waistband of his 501's. I struggled a little with the waistband of his briefs, but with a little effort I had my hand on his ass-cheeks. They felt wonderful, hard and smooth at the same time. Graham seemed to like my caressing and moaned. His hands were not idle. Form his position he could only stroke my chest, my belly and I felt him trying to get into my pants. I sucked in my stomach to give him a little bit more space to glide his hand in. He immediately grabbed my rock-hard cock in his hands and squeezed it gently. That was a first for me, as I had never had anyone touch my cock before. But Graham was not satisfied with that. He pulled out his hand and unbuttoned my trousers. He got up and took my trousers completely off. I was lying there, naked except for my briefs, which were tenting almost indecently. Graham undid his denims and soon was back on me. Our cocks were dueling as furiously as the tongues in our mouths. Just the friction of our cocks, trapped in our underwear, was pushing us rapidly to our climaxes. I wanted to explore more, but my juice was boiling in my balls. I felt that both our cocks were getting even harder and without warning I started to ejaculate my semen in my briefs. I held on tight to Graham who was breathing really hard and I could feel his cock pulse. He spurted out several jets of cum in his underwear as well. We were both trying desperately to catch our breath and kissing at the same time. That was the precise moment my father came into my room!

The sole memory of our only sexual encounter had stayed in my heart all these years. Before I met Joe, it had been the fuel of masturbating fantasy. And now, Graham was back in town and apparently wanted to meet up with me. I had to talk it over with Joe before making up my mind. I knew I could forget about my nap. I had too much things going on in my head to sleep. Just as I was about to get up and go downstairs, Joe came into our room and saw I was not asleep.

• Is there something troubling you that you are not asleep? I'll give you a backrub if that helps.

Joe had magic in his fingers and hands and I knew well enough that the massage was going to loosen up the knots in my muscles. I accepted his offer and he went into the bathroom to retrieve the oil he kept for those occasions. Once his hands were on my back and my shoulders I felt his magic and I relaxed completely. While he was doing that, I told him about Granny's phone call and that Graham was back in town. When I was finished, he asked what I wanted to do, but I heard a certain hesitation in his voice. I didn't answer him right away as I tried to analyze that insecurity of him. I turned around and looked in his eyes as I answered him:

• I love you Joe, and you know I wouldn't do the smallest thing to jeopardize what we have. I can imagine why Graham wants to see me again after all these years and I don't think there is anything sexual in it. We were friends then and, as you know, real friendship never dies. But if you prefer that I don't contact him, I won't. If you prefer to be present when I meet him, you come with me. I trust you and I strongly believe in our relationship. You don't have to be afraid of anything.

The look in his eyes softened a bit and he had a faint smile on his face when he said:

• I trust you with my life Steve. Just as you I strongly believe in what we have. I think you are old and wise enough to decide by yourself if you want to see Graham again. If you want me with you when you meet him, I'll be there. If you choose to not contact him, I will understand, but the possibilities that you meet him in town one or the other day, are quite high. You won't be able to hide from him forever. Plus, I think that you did nothing wrong. Your parents and his made mistakes, not you. If I were in your shoes I would invite him over for a supper, insisting that you are in a relationship. If he declines the invitation it means he expected more. If he accepts the invitation, then you are right assuming it is the friendship that is his priority.

I just wondered what I had done to deserve a man like him. I felt love for Joe, but I also admired him. He had such good common sense and knew how to express it. I felt really fortunate to have him in my life.

What will happen to Drew, Lucy and Luke? Will Graham accept the invitation? Will the three brothers be convicted?

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