Second Chance, Chapter 31
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Chapter 31
The St. Patrick's Day LGBT party was what some teens would describe as "totally awesome". As Dylan had promised, the program part of the evening was short and to the point. It was mostly a PowerPoint presentation that gave sobering statistics about the plight of gay kids in many schools.
The speaker, however, didn't end it on a sour note. She explained that because of organizations like the one they were attending, things were turning around. Her last slides showed how many young people – even those brought up in strong evangelical churches – said that they had friends who were gay and that they were okay with that.
"We know that changes in social behavior usually tend to be more evolutionary than revolutionary, but I can tell you from experience that it's a far different world today than the one your parents and grandparents grew up in. A lot has happened since the Stonewall riots.
If you're gay and out, walk proud and don't let anyone make you feel ashamed of being who you are. If you're straight, be a friend to someone who is different from you. People with brown eyes don't lose anything by having friends with blue or green eyes. The same applies to people who have different orientations. Be open and accepting of everyone.
If you're not sure about your orientation, don't be upset. Everyone is different. Labels are not all that important! Being active in this group could help you come to better understand who you are.
Thank you for your kind attention. Now, I'll turn the mike over to Ted who will tell you about all of the fun options you have for the rest of the evening!"
Ted explained about the costume judging, face painting, food, games, and dancing. There was an activity for everyone's taste.
Dylan was amazed at the number of kids who'd turned out for the event. He had recruited some of them, but there were students that he either didn't know well or at all. Some had come with dates of the opposite sex, as he had, and others had come with friends of the same sex. It was difficult in many cases to figure out who might be gay and who definitely wasn't. It was simply a bunch of high school students having fun together.
Aaron was having a ball. He had met a couple of guys who seemed to be interested in getting to know him better. He was hoping that at least one of them would want to date him.
Josh was quite busy for the first half hour painting shamrocks on the faces of kids who thought that his work was the best. Eric was his main advertisement. Everyone who saw him wanted their faces painted like his. Josh had asked the sponsors to purchase extra colors instead of plain Irish green. He mixed them to create highlights and shadows so that the leaves looked three-dimensional.
One of the boys asked him if he would design a tattoo for him. He said that he'd pay a good price for one that was creative because he wanted something unusual to have on his back when he was old enough. Josh said that he would consider it.
Later in the evening, Dylan sidled up to Josh and Eric while Marissa was off to the restroom.
"Thanks for coming. I know Aaron is happy to see so many kids here. See the one he's talking to? His name's Sam Hikiji and he's a sophomore transfer from one of the suburbs near where you used to live, Eric. Anyway they've hit it off. I overheard Sam say he was into water sports. Maybe we can recruit him for the swim team."
Josh and Eric snickered.
"What?" Dylan demanded sensing that they were sharing a private joke.
"Uh, among some people, `water sports' can refer to pissing on each other." Josh enlightened him.
"Eew! How do you know that?" Dylan responded incredulously.
"Oh, I've read a few things on the `net that keep me up on slang. You can go to urbandictionary.com and find lots of stuff."
"It's also called a `golden shower'." Eric added.
"Oh man, it's a good thing I didn't invite the kid to join the swim team. I'd have looked like a total idiot! Thanks for not making fun of me. You won't tell Aaron how naïve I was, will you?"
"Nah, but we might tease you when he's not around." Josh laughed. "We could demonstrate by initiating you into a club of something."
"Yeah, the wrestlers in my old school did it to the new kids on the team to humiliate them so they'd do what the older guys told them to." Eric said. "There were lots of stories about those guys that made me suspect that at least some of them were gay or maybe perverts."
"I'll pass on the initiation!" Dylan exclaimed.
In the cafeteria, some kids were dancing by themselves or in groups when there were line dances. For the couples' numbers, a few guys and girls were together, but no same-sex couples seemed comfortable holding each other close for slow dancing.
When Josh got a mischievous look on his face, Eric knew that something was afoot.
"Okay, I know you; what are you thinking?"
"What if we were to cut in on Dylan and Marissa? You can dance with one of them and I'll take the other. Then we can switch. It might get some of the guys who want to be out there to quit hugging the wall..."
"Okay, I'm game. I can't wait to see the look on Dylan's face!"
The boys did what they had discussed. Eric cut in and danced off with Marissa while Josh, since he'd known Dylan longer, danced with him. It took a couple of minutes for the kids who were standing around to notice. Then a titter went through the crowd, growing louder with each passing second. Aaron grinned and asked Sam if he'd care to dance.
"Thanks for asking, Cutie. Since neither of us is exactly stuck in the closet, there's no reason not to."
Sam was a bit taller than Aaron, so it was natural for Aaron's head to rest on his shoulder during the slow, romantic number. Several people in the room envied their boldness and a few decided to join them.
After breaking the ice, Josh and Eric sat out the next number. They were tempted to go out on the floor together, but weren't quite ready to come out at school. It was one thing to clown around with Dylan, but quite another to hold each other intimately in public. Neither was sure that he could keep up a straight façade under those circumstances and they figured that something might pop up to embarrass both of them.
At the end of the evening, Eric and Josh took Luc home with them because he had permission to stay over with his brother. Rob had not come to the event because no young adults were allowed if they didn't go to that school (which automatically eliminated Blake). Blake needed to work anyway, so he couldn't have come even if he'd been permitted to.
Garret's parents didn't want him to go to the LGBT meeting, so he was coming over to sleep with Luc afterwards. His parents' reluctance for him to be around anyone or anything that was gay convinced him that he needed to stay in the closet until he had the means to be on his own.
It wasn't really late when the boys arrived home, so Josh asked Eric to go up to the studio with him for a painting session. Eric wasn't exactly amazed by the request because Josh could get an inspiration at any time of day or night. He was surprised, however, when Josh began to strip with him as soon as the space heater had warmed the room sufficiently.
Josh asked Eric to close his eyes and lie on his back on the rug while he got his supplies in order. Eric was so relaxed that he nearly jumped when he felt the tip of a small paintbrush on his balls.
"Relax Babe. I'm going to do a little different kind of painting tonight and I hope you'll let me take photos for our personal collection as well as do a video. I think you'll like the results. I had this inspiration after that kid talked about a design for a tattoo. I'm glad the sponsors let me bring home the extra body paint."
Eric's dick stayed hard for the entire time that Josh worked on him. He was curious as to what Josh was painting, but resisted the temptation to peek. After a half hour or so, Josh helped him up to stand in front of the full-length mirror.
"He's beautiful! Get the camera and record him and then make him spit fire!"
Josh had painted Eric's erect penis to look like a fearsome dragon. The colors were beautiful and it looked like a professional tattoo.
Eric wanted his dragon to be recorded from every angle and Josh did too. The photo session got a bit rushed because Eric wanted to be released from the exquisite agony of being hard for so long. His dragon was drooling long strings of precum, obviously anticipating what was to come.
Josh had also stayed hard for most of that time and he was ready to be delivered as well. But first, he set up the video camera on a tripod so that it focused on Eric who was lying on the rug again. As soon as he was satisfied with the lighting, he joined Eric.
They lay side by side in the 69 position as they played with each other's stiffy. Josh did his best not to obscure Eric's dragon or mess up the paint as he gently used his index finger and thumb to stimulate it. That resulted in a teasing sensation more powerful than if he'd wrapped his entire hand around it and pumped hard. Eric loved it so much that he had to return the favor. Now the two were basically tickling the area behind each other's little head creating very intense feelings.
Their moaning increased as they got ever closer to climax. Eric gasped and went rigid a split second before spewing. His first shot landed on his right nipple with the succeeding ones making a sticky trail down his abs and oozing toward the rug.
Josh came several seconds later with a similarly impressive display of jism. Both lay back grinning for a few minutes before their strength returned enough to get up.
For once, Josh was prepared with paper towels to clean up the mess. Eric had other ideas as he ran his tongue across Josh's chest. They ended up needing only one piece of towel for drying off after the greater part of their loads was consumed.
When they reviewed the video later, they were amazed at the number of volleys they had produced. It looked like a quality porn video.
After making out in the afterglow for a few minutes, they tiptoed down the stairs to shower together before heading to bed. No one was in the hall to see them.
Eric and Josh had hair appointments with Corray on Saturday. Their former stylist had moved to Atlanta because of her husband's job and she passed them on to the new guy. It was okay by them since Corray did excellent work. Corray was more than happy to have two more regular clients – especially cute ones that would let him try new styles. Because of how he'd "saved" Josh's hair before the gallery opening, he had gained several regulars from the swim team already.
While Josh was having his hair styled, Eric window-shopped at the sporting goods store. He thought that he'd look at the life vests for children to see if he could find one tiny enough for Robbie. He was studying the label on the littlest one when someone put an arm on his shoulder.
"Hey young Stud, how's it hangin'?"
"Oh, hi Reese. What brings you here?" Eric asked as he moved away from Reese a bit.
"I was looking at a sexy Speedo until I saw something that's a lot hotter!"
"What was that?" Eric frowned.
"You, of course. Are you and Josh still an item? I'd really like to get to know you better."
"Yeah, we're still boyfriends."
"Well, if you ever want to know what it's like with a real man, let me know. I'll give you my phone number and we can talk."
"I told you way back in August that we're both off limits!"
"Don't be too hasty to settle down," Reese grinned as he slipped a card into Eric's shirt pocket. "I can be a lot of fun and I won't expect you to give up your boyfriend."
Eric turned away and hurried to his appointment with Corray. He told Josh about the vests, but left out the part about seeing Reese. After Josh went off to the sports store to check them out, Eric felt a twinge of guilt for withholding the information. Why hadn't he mentioned Reese?
Garret loved being invited to spend the weekend in an all gay household. He had figured out that Scott and Ben were lovers since they shared a big bed in the master suite. He knew about the other guys of course, so he felt right at home.
Luc and he had made out and gotten off together before going to sleep on Friday night and now the two of them were supposedly doing homework in the den before a cozy fire. Well, they were attempting to do homework. They seemed to get distracted about as much as they stayed on task.
Eventually, they finished everything just as Ben called them to lunch. Eric and Josh were still at the mall. They had called Rob to tell him about the infant life-vests, so Blake was taking Rob and Robbie to have a look and join them for lunch. It was fun for them, even if it was junk food, because Blake and Rob didn't get to eat out together very much.
Ben and Scott enjoyed their time with Luc and Garret. It wasn't often that they got to visit with these kids. They found them both to be witty conversationalists who could talk on a variety of subjects. On top of that, the boys pitched in to clean up after their meal.
The two boys excused themselves to play on Luc's laptop up in the bedroom. The men suspected that it might be a bit of subterfuge in order to be alone. Whatever it was, it was no one else's business.
Once he'd logged onto the wireless system, Luc went to www.lifeout.com where he proceeded to further Garret's education about male sex. Garret's eyes widened at the images his younger friend brought up on the screen.
"Wow! How did you know about that? We're too young to be on this site!"
"Do you want me to leave it?"
"N-no! I want to see. That guy's licking his own dick! I wish I could do that. Can you do it?"
"Yeah, I can swipe my tongue across the tip pretty easily. If I curl up in a ball and hook my toes under the headboard on my bed I can suck on the head. But, you have to be careful not to strain your back. That could do damage. Want to try it?"
"Okay," Garret said nervously. "Let's make sure the door is locked."
The boys stripped quickly and were hard in seconds. Luc demonstrated the position he used and invited Garret to join him. Garret, after a lot of straining, managed to lick off a pearl of precum that had accumulated on his throbbing cock.
"This is hot! But it does hurt my back a little," he complained.
"We'd better do 69 then," Luc offered. "We'll get all the gain without the pain."
It turned out to be a fantastic suggestion. Garret enjoyed the intimacy of having another guy's cock in his mouth. He put the tip of his tongue against Luc's slit and slid his foreskin over it. That was a turn-on for both!
Just when Garret thought it couldn't get any hotter, Luc ran his middle finger in the cleft between Garret's butt-cheeks. Garret reciprocated and both boys moaned in pleasure. Their overheated stiffies exploded without warning. Both boys received a blast of warm spooge that nearly filled their mouths. They giggled and made out while coming down from their sexual high.
Reese stood on the upper level of the mall overlooking the food court and watched the four young men and baby. He wondered if he'd ever score with any of them. He missed the domestic scene he'd had with Blake, but loved the challenge of a new conquest. Right now he had his eye on Eric. The boy had protested that he wasn't available, but he hadn't refused the phone number.
It wasn't that Reese wanted to come between Eric and Josh; it was that he would love to make it with either one of them, or both. Hmm, he wondered if they could be talked into a three-some.
Since he felt he was too young to settle down with one guy, he was certain that those boys had to be. That was an awesome array of sweet young cock down there! One of them was bound to become a notch on his bedpost.
Author's notes: Thanks to everyone who wrote since last posting: Baurch, Ott, Rutabaga, Gary McC, John McD, Dave J, Paul R, Bill K, Carroll, Mark H, Paul L, Louis K, Karserus, Jim We, Tom A, Jim C,
Sometimes people really do get a second chance. Here's a recent email from a reader in its entirety. It's posted here with Mark's permission as you will read in the text. It's very touching. I've already shared this with my editors, Tom and David. As I say in the disclaimer before each chapter, they are an integral part of this effort. Here's the email:
David,
I can totally understand your comment about getting the word out. I think we have been writing each other for a while and I have something to share with you.
I have a very good friend that I met while we were in the Navy. At first it was only a strong friendship. I mean we did everything together. We ate, showered, and worked together. It was not because we had to but because we wanted to. We were able to get our work schedules changed so we had the same exact schedule. Well that friendship developed into something deeper and I got scared and I guess in denial and pushed him slowly away from me. About 6 mos later I saw him in the hospital and we were roommates. You see we were both hurting from our experiences with each other and we both couldn't cope being apart. We both tried to off ourselves. (I can't and won't use that other word). Well while we were laying in our hospital beds we got to talking again and we became true friends again. Now here is the problem. He decided to get married to try and prove his manhood. I did the same. (By this time we were both out of the Navy). Well neither of our marriages worked.... go figure. The problem was we both knew we loved each other but I guess at that time did not want to admit it or face it. Now I will fast forward.... Here we are 2 years later and we have been back in contact with other and I guess we are not going to screw it up again. We have been together for 2 1/2 years now and going strong.
I guess I wanted to tell you MY story because we did not know about the support groups nor did we know anyone who we could talk to without being pegged for "Don't Ask, Don't Tell". And to think we both almost took our lives because we couldn't cope and were very depressed because we were afraid. That is why I love your stories and the messages you bring forth. My man is here well actually at work, and now that we are both civilians, we work on the same military base doing the same job we did when we were on active duty. I really think it sucks while we were in the military we had to sneak around but now we can be as open as we want to be. It just don't seem fair. Well I could go on and on but I know you have other emails to read and answer. I don't mind if you share some of my story for encouragement to your readers but only use my first name.
Thanks.... you have no idea what an impact you have made on our lives and we truly love you for that and you are always in our thoughts.
P.S. One other thing we have had problems with... He is white, 6'1, sparkling green eyes, blond, pretty muscular, and I am black, 5'8", grey eyes, black hair, and average build. Most of the problems we have from other people is we are a mixed couple but we decided to get counseling to cope with this issue before it becomes a problem. I guess you can call it preventive maintenance.
I promise to go this time.
With all of our love,
Mark/Charlie
Don't you just love these guys? I'm so sorry that they had to go through what they did and I'm so happy that they managed to survive and find happiness!!! I pray that this gives hope to others out there who may be going through similar struggles.
David