Unexpected 10
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The story is not autobiographical and is a product of the writer's fertile imagination.
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Previously
"Father Gregory. An unexpected pleasure...." He cut me off with a long plea for help. "His name? He is there right now. Can you give me some background information?" I listened to him. What had I done to deserve this? OK, I said that I would help if I could. What could I do? OK, James you run a business and manage people all the time. You do have experience with difficult situations. Do it. It is a challenge. Little did I know how this would turn out. "I would like you to be there or at least close by. OK, I can be there by 7:30."
What had gotten myself into? I was to meet and deal with an 17 almost 18 year old boy whose mother belonged to the church. The young lad was having problems with his father who had asked Father Gregory in desperation 'to talk some sense into him'.
Philip suggested that he drive me and he would go for a coffee or stay close by. We arrived at 7:15. Father Gregory looked out of sorts and told me that he was out of his depth on this one. We were meeting in one of the parish meeting rooms. I entered to see not a boy but a young man sprawled out on the couch. He looked at me with disdain but maybe a flicker of interest. He didn't stand or even move.
I tried the civil approach. "I'm James'" holding out my hand. With almost no interest and certainly no manners, he looked at me but didn't bother with my hand, he managed to almost growl out, barely disguising his ill temper, Jeremy.
I admit that anger washed over me but I managed to quell it. I decided to play his game for a bit. I kept telling myself to stay calm and cool. I sat down heavily in the comfortable chair opposite him and sprawled my legs out slouching in my chair just like him and stared at him.
Present
We sat staring at each other. As I suspected, he broke first. "What do you want?" He now looked a little uneasy. "You wouldn't fucking understand anything anyway." I noticed that he had straighten his legs and was sitting up straighter.
I decided to do what I had done when I had sat down sprawling as he did, I sat up straighter and then let myself copy his mode of speech. "Well, at least give me a fucking chance! Try me." I think I heard a little gasp from Father Gregory outside the room. Luckily Jeremy was too wound up with his problems and didn't hear it.
Jeremy's eyes actually brightened a bit. "I can't do anything right. He is a tradesman; he wants me to follow in his footsteps. He thinks all my studying is just to make myself better than him so I laid off my studies and now he is a upset because my teachers are calling. I don't speak Polish and I speak English way better than he does, above my station he calls it. I like language and big words. He likes hockey and I play soccer and he calls it a game for pussies and pansies. Then there are his anti gay and anti everything rants. We got into a yelling match today so he called Father Gregory to talk some sense into me. Now I have to embarrass myself in front of a complete stranger." Boy, was he wound up. He had a lot on his plate. I decided on a new tact.
"He doesn't like football? Has he ever been to a match? You need stamina and skill for football."
"How would you know?" It was the first time he lowered his voice. It was a genuine question.
"I practice and play a couple of times a week. Yep, even in the winter." I had answered the question in his eyes. "What position do you play? No! Let me guess. From your build, midfielder or striker, probably striker. Lean and mean."
The first smile, "Striker."
"If you are any good, we could use another striker when you turn 18." I gave him the information about the team. "I find it interesting that you mention right at the start the anti gay rants of your father. Was there a reason for that?"
I saw the fear cross his face and his eyes started to water up. "I told you that you wouldn't understand." Not angry anymore just sad, wistful.
I grabbed my telephone and dialled Philip. "Where are you? .... Good. Need you now." I looked at Jeremy. "Give me a moment. I think that I might understand more than you think." Philip had been in the church office and his smiling face appeared at the door in a couple of minutes. Seemed longer.
"Jeremy, my partner, Philip."
His eyes bulged and his eyebrows raised. "Business or life?"
Having lost the attitude and bad manners, a bright guy and well spoken; he did use English well. "Life."
"Your not shitting me?" I just looked at him. "OK, OK, I am sorry. That whole question just has me so unsure of who I am and what I am. My father hates gays. They are unnatural."
"Now we are getting somewhere." Philip would you get Father Gregory. One sec, is that OK Jeremy?"
"You are the first adult to treat me like an adult. I guess he asked you to see me. He must have had his reasons. Yeah that is OK as long as he keeps this between us."
Philip disappeared and they stayed long enough to make even me wonder if the Father had wandered off. They came in.
"Father Gregory, Jeremy wants to talk about some very private things. Can you keep this between us?"
With a smile, "As long as it is not about murdering someone or theft, I would treat it like the confessional between us and God."
Jeremy relaxed and talked at length. It was the same as my story and Philip's. Experimentation with hands only, dreams about guys and not being drawn to girls. He looked almost relieved to have talked to someone about it. I bet that he was but still apprehensive. My heart went out to him, a difficult time in ones life. The father compounded it and that was probably the reason why he and Jeremy were having problems. In addition, the father appeared to Jeremy to be drinking more. A really difficult situation.
Me, "OK now ...."
"You are going to talk some sense into me."
He had just the right tone of voice and we all chuckled. "No, you are going to tell us the sensible things that you are going to do. We are going to draw up a little strategic plan. Do you know what that means?"
"Well I am going to give some strategies. Nothing as detailed as the German Von Shlieffen plan for World War One." I was right, a bright kid. We could work with him. I was beginning to like the new Jeremy.
We worked on it. It basically involved getting his grades back up. Helping around the house and staying out of his fathers way, avoiding confrontation. It did not involve giving up soccer or his job at the Metro (a supermarket chain in Canada). Finally, he was to be very careful about any involvements that he had with guys. He had told us that there was a guy, Trent, with whom he had had a couple of encounters, a guy from the football team.
I asked Father Gregory to explain the churches position on homosexuality and sex before marriage, for the record. Father Gregory looked relieved that I had done that. He was a good man and I was becoming more impressed with him as I worked with him. He gave a really good explanation, not in the least judgemental. Just like Jack Webb, Sergeant Friday, in the old Dragnet series, just the facts, just the facts (I listen to listen to Radio Classics on Sirius Satellite Radio).
As we were leaving, "Father, I think that Jeremy needs some more tutoring in math and some more sessions with you in the weeks to come."
Jeremy had a smile on his face. "I have to put up with him some more?"
Very seriously, "Sorry, son, I think you do." Then a big smile.
We made the arrangements and we were to drive Jeremy home. As we walked to the car, I muttered to Philip to give him the safe sex talk and offer to buy condoms if he wanted them.
Philip, "I need to add my two cents worth. Safe sex. Anything invasive has to be with condoms. Always use water based lubrication, oil based can cause breakage. Do you have any or would like us to buy some for you? Promise us that you will only have protected sex. " I think that Jeremy was squirming by now.
"Yes I promise and I bought some and have them hidden in my bedroom. I'll make sure there are some in my backpack."
Philip had his teasing look. I was so glad that he had come. "Some? How many do figure you will need?"
Embarrassment passed for the moment. Jeremy had a smile. "Lots! .... Dad!"
Me, "Jeremy if a guy says that he is safe and doesn't need or want condoms, what is the answer?"
"That I only have protected sex with everyone. Shit this is embarrassing."
Philip, "A hell of a lot less embarrassing than having to go to a clinic for a sexually transmitted disease or taking the cocktail for an Aids infection."
Philip knew what we needed now. "Jeremy, come here." He gave him a big Italian hug pulling me in joining them. There were tears in Jeremy's eyes.
"Thanks guys. I never imagined that this would happen to me. You have given me hope."
We dropped him off and when we arrived home Philip had a look in his eyes, a gleam, as we took off our coats. I tried to act very shocked. "Don't tell me that a session in a church with a kid has turned you on."
"Working with you, watching you work with Jeremy, yeah that turned me on. Do you know how your legs fill out those jeans that you had on? Those wonderful thighs from all the workouts and practices. To say nothing about how the fabric covered and showed off your package. There they were, all packaged and ready for action. You are such a turn on. You tramp!"
He had me sputtering with laughter and I knew that he meant it. It was turning me on, not hard with Philip standing there in his jeans with that beautiful ass sheathed in denim. Oh and the front was beginning to bulge out.
I reached over and lightly felt his package. "You are a horny bastard and I love it."
This was not a tear off the clothes down the hall night. We looked at each with what I can only call a loving look. We put our arms around each other as we walked to the bedroom.
"I was really impressed how you handled that young man. You would make a great father."
"I liked your safe sex talk. No fumbling with words. Just out with it. I really liked the lubrication bit. No nonsense. He called you Dad. I really liked that. I think that we have a good relationship with him. He needs it right now and we can be role models for him."
We reached the bedroom and almost as if we were in sync, we started to undress watching the other as we shed our clothes. As I suspected, both hard by the time we were naked.
"Do you know how sexy your thighs are? Full and covered with that lovely dark hair." I reached over and stroked his thighs. His cock bounced up a bit at my touch. "Oh, a direct connection. Does that really make you react?" I stroked his thighs again and his cock lurched again. I leaned over and kissed him gently. "So what is on the menu tonight?"
"You. You are so fucking hot!" He knelt down and took me all the way in, sucking and using his tongue. I think that I swore. It fired every nerve ending in my groin. I finally had to stop him. Too close I managed to get out.
I moved him over to the bed and made him kneel. "Tonight's menu, this is either a very fine appetizer or the main course. I love your ass. Just a bit of hair and and fine rounded cheeks. And oh, how I love what is between the cheeks." That was where my tongue went and it was his turn to swear.
Finally, "Jamie, take me slowly and for a long time. I need you."
Who was I to argue with that request? Before we went to sleep I made slow love to my life partner. I could only hope that Jeremy would eventually find someone like my Philip. We ended as we often did with me filling him and then me bending over and resting on him feeling his slick wetness between us, kissing and holding each other as if we were the others life line. Maybe we were. I woke the next morning in a different position but with our arms still around each other having slept a deep and satisfying sleep.
Several weeks went by and Jeremy was making excellent progress in all his studies but especially in math. We seemed to have developed a good rapport and I was encouraged. I was growing increasingly attached to him. One night I realized what I was feeling. It was somewhere between my relationship with my father and being the big brother I never had.
I was daydreaming one day at work when my telephone rang breaking my reverie. "Gio, how are you doing? How did Saturday's date go?"
"You remembered!"
"Of course."
"Lunch today?"
He had a look of peacefulness and satisfaction on his face as he approached the table in our usual place. There was no preamble. "I would like to introduce Kevin to the family."
"I take it Saturday went well."
"Oh, yeah. I learned a lot about Kev. He is truly a wonderful, loving guy. It is almost as if I have been waiting for someone like him to come along. I just didn't realize that the someone would be a he. He told me a lot about how he went through guys and never wanted to settle with anyone until now. I know that it is fast but ...." We agreed to choose a time and place for Kev's introduction to the family.
I had a tutoring session with Jeremy. Increasingly, we never mentioned his father or his relationships in general. We just chatted about our lives and beliefs. He was mostly caught up as he was a bright guy and picked up math concepts fast and remembered them. We had a lot of fun and he told me that his classes had continued to pick up and he had a major math test on Friday that he expected to do well in. As usual, we did talk about football. We had a really good session together with no talk of family or relationships; didn't seem to need it. I dropped him off at home and he thanked me for my time. He knew that if he needed me that he could use my business card with my cell number written on it. He kept it in his wallet. I had come to really enjoy my time with him.
We had an inter squad match and my side won on some good finishes by Dom, a couple from my plays or passes. We had a good weekend with the family. It appeared that it was not the weekend for Kev's introduction. I had an email from Jeremy saying that he had done really well on the test. Good news.
The practice on Wednesday was tough as we were pushing ourselves because the season was opening. The pitches around the city had dried up and had been groomed. I showered in the dressing room and by chance looked down at my phone as I finished dressing. I had set it up to tell me if there were missed phone calls for me. There were two.
I stepped out of the dome with Philip and played the first message. I was alert immediately. It was a panic call from Jeremy to call him immediately. I took the next one that was 3 minutes later. He said that his father had come home drunk and they had had a set to. His father had beaten him up and beaten his mother when she tried to intervene. Philip heard the message and we were both running to the car. I phoned him immediately.
"Oh, James please come. I managed to lock my father out and he is threatening to break the windows and come and finish my worthless self off. What do I do?"
"Phone 911. Say domestic violence and that you and your mother were beaten up by your drunken dad. Follow their instructions. Do not let your father in. We are a few minutes away; we are coming. Be brave and strong for your mother." There was a sob at the other end.
We arrived and the police had not yet shown up. His father was indeed on the front lawn yelling and screaming to be let in. We got out of the car and approached the front door.
"You are the fucking faggots from church. You must be the cause of this." He started to advance on me. Philip came besides me.
Philip, "Mr. Jackowski calm down. The police are coming and you can sort things out with them." We were backing up making our way to the door. He was stalking us, calling us fucking faggots and deadbeats. He said that he was going to kill us. Philip was dialling 911 as we backed up.
"Yes we are at the home that phoned you for help about 10 minutes ago. He gave the address. I want you to hear what is happening." He held out his phone. I could hear the dispatcher saying that the police were only blocks away. We had reached the door. I could see the lights of the police cruiser. Just minutes left.
The cruiser pulled up and one burly male officer and a female officer jumped out of the car. Mr. Jackowski turned and started yelling at them. The police told him to calm down and they would sort things out. The female officer came up to him and asked him to quieten down. That was Mr. Jackowski's mistake. He called her a bitch and took a swing. He was on the ground with handcuffs on in seconds. She was good.
I turned. "Jeremy, the police are here and your father cannot hurt you." He opened the door. My heart almost burst and I willed the tears away. Jeremy had the beginning of a black eye. His cheeks were swollen and bloody. His nose had been hit; it had to be broken. There was blood all over his shirt and pants. His mother approached. She too had a black eye beginning and just small lacerations and puffiness on her face. Jeremy took one look at his mother, started crying and collapsed into my arms.
For the first time in my life, I knew how a parent felt when they wanted to protect and comfort their child. I hugged him and said soothing words telling him what a great job he had done protecting his mother. Something changed in me that night. Philip came in, looked at the situation and gathered Jeremy's mother in his arms and pulled us all together, one big Italian hug. He told me later that he too had felt that something had changed in him.
The police took a quick statement from both son and mother We waited for the ambulance. The officers were waiting for the ambulance with us and then they would take the father to sleep off his drunken stupor. We had quickly talked. "Officer, neither the mother or the son want to press charges but you could charge him with attacking a police officer. Could you manage that?" She replied that she understood and said with pleasure. I was a witness to the attack and I signed a statement.
Before the ambulance pulled away, I gave both mother and son my name and Philip's and our address and asked them to put us on the family list so that we could come in and be with them in the ER. It was going to be a long night but I wanted to sort things out before it was over. A plan was forming in my head and I discussed it with Philip as we drove. Then the inevitable wait for examinations and x rays.
My plan was simple. Mother and son would stay at our place until tomorrow. One of us would take mother home to get her car. Jeremy would stay with us until things settled down, if they ever did. I had to be ready for the last possibility. Another topic to discuss with Philip. Simple plans sometimes become complex, often more than we imagine.
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