Date: Thu, 8 Mar 2007 02:41:31 EST
From: RitchChristopher@cs.com
Subject: but-who-knows-where-or-when-5

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                           "But Who Knows Where or When?"

                               Copyright Ritchris, 2007


                                     A Story

                                        by

			         Ritch Christopher


                            with literary enhancement

                                        by

                                    Les Martin


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                                   chapter five

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                       "We looked at each other in the same way then,
                             But I can't remember where or when..."

                           excerpted from "WHERE OR WHEN"
                        from Rodgers and Hart's "Babes in Arms"
                                   copyright 1937

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	When they stopped by the dorm to pack up after Kent's visit to
Blaine's office, only Jay and Randy saw Rex moving clothing and such from
the room to Rex's car. The two next-door dorm neighbors became curious and
met Rex on the stairs landing on his second trip to the room.

	"What's goin' on?" Jay asked.

	"I...I'm taking Kent to my house for a few weeks," Rex
replied. Kent was in the room packing his and Rex's things into boxes or
paper bags.

	"Ha! Afraid someone will cramp your style with him?" Jay asked,
wryly.

	"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Rex said,
pointedly. "Kent is going to be out of commission for a while."

	"And what the fuck is THAT supposed to mean?" Jay added.

	"I guess you noticed that neither Kent nor I was a practice
today. I had to take Kent to see the doctor."

	"Damn! Nobody told us!" Randy said. "What's wrong with him?"

	"He has a hernia or a rupture or something that's gonna require
surgery and it's probably gonna be several weeks before he makes it back to
school," Rex lied. "He's more than likely going to miss this next semester
and reenter college come January."

	"My dad had a hernia operation and he couldn't go back to work for
nearly six months. Did he get it during practice?"

	"That's what I believe," Rex lied.

	"Think Kent has grounds to sue the school?" Jay asked.

	"I doubt it. Guys can get hernias by getting out of bed the wrong
way. I don't think Kent could prove that he sustained his rupture during
practice!" Rex explained.

	"Too bad," Randy chimed in. "I knew he was having a hard time
paying for his tuition and everything. I was just thinking if he could get
a mil or half a mil from an injury, he'd be set for quite a while."

	"No, Randy, a lawsuit is out of the question."

	"Hey, Rex, do you need help getting your stuff out to the car?" Jay
asked.

	"That would be great. Kent's not supposed to lift anything," Rex
said.

	"Holy shit! That means Kent's not going to be our starting
quarterback," Randy realized. "Do you think that Bobby Skiles can handle
the job of quarterback?"

	"He's next in line. I...well, neither Kent nor I have told the
coach yet!"

	"Where IS Kent?" Jay asked.

	"In the room, packing."

	"Shit, Jay! Let's go help!"

	Randy and Jay followed Rex back into the room. Kent was standing
beside the closet, folding pants, shirts, and sweaters. He was glad that it
was Jay and Randy with Rex, not any of his other team mates. Jay walked
over to Kent and took the pants out of his hands and began folding
them. "Hey, buddy boy, Rex told us about your hernia. Why don't you go sit
on the couch and let Randy and me do your packing for you?"

	"Hey, guys, I'm not an invalid," Kent said.

	"Nobody said you were," Randy said. "We just don't want you to
become one. Now scoot and go sit."

	While Jay and Randy took over the packing for Kent, Rex began
gathering his own things.

	"You guys are life-savers!" Rex said. "With your help, we'll be
gone in no time!"

	"You know it's not going to be the same without you two living next
door!" Jay said.

	"Once Kent and I get squared away at my house, we'd like you two to
stop by on the weekend for dinner. We can play some Texas Hold 'em, slug
down a few brews. Hell, you can even spend the night if you want to..."

	"God, that would be a treat getting away from this hell-hole for a
weekend," Randy said.

	"I have two spare bedrooms. Kent will be in one and you two can
share the other, IF you're not to homophobic to sleep in the same bed."

	"Shit, that won't bother us. We walk around naked in our room most
of the time anyway. We shower together sometimes, so sleeping in the same
bed won't be nothin'," Randy said.

	"Hell, I'm not sleeping naked with you! Not with that big dick of
yours!" Jay interjected. "I'll sleep on a sofa or the floor. The last thing
I want the team to hear is that you and I are sleeping together!" Jay
replied.

	"Aw, we'll work something out!" Rex said, smiling. "Hey! I've got
my load ready. Are you ready to make a trip to the car with me?"

	"I am," Jay said. "Randy, you stay up here with Kent and keep
packing while I carry this to the car with Rex."

	Rex and Jay filled their arms with clothes, boxes, and everything
they could carry in one load and went out the door, down the stairs, then
outside to the car. Rex's car was getting full. He hoped he could put
everything in his car in one trip. The two piled their loads into the car
and headed back inside the dorm until Jay stopped Rex.

	"What is it?" Rex asked.

	"Rex, the four of us have been pretty good buds for a long while,
I...I was wondering if I could ask you a personal question?"

	"You can ask. I won't promise that I'll answer you."

	"The other day when I met you in the hallway as you were headed
into the shower..."

	"Yeah?"

	"Well, a few seconds later, Kent came out of your room...and he,
too, was headed for the shower..."

	"SO? We shower together all the time in the locker-room. So do you
and Randy!"

	"Yeah, but here's where the personal part comes in..."

	"Uh oh!"

	"Aw, fuck! I'll just come out with it!"

	"Good!"

	"Rex, you reeked of a certain body odor!"

	"Asshole! Why do you think I was going into the shower?"

	"Yes, but this wasn't B.O. I smelled."

	"Then I probably smelled like shit!"

	"No, it wasn't shit, Rex. I smelled fresh cum!"

	"Good God, Jay! You need to have something done with your deviated
septum!"

	"There's nothing wrong with my nose. It's just that when I met up
with Kent, he had the same odor as you!"

	"What the fuck are you suggesting, Jay?"

	"Well, first, I gave you benefit of the doubt and surmised you'd
just fucked a girl in your room. But when Kent went down to the shower to
meet you, I...I opened your door and there was no girl to be found."

	"You're wanting to know if Kent and I had sex together?"

	"I wouldn't just outright ask you."

	"GO AHEAD! ASK ME!" Rex was sounding quite irritated.

	"Stranger things have happened, Rex. There's a lot of the guys on
the team that swing both ways!"

	"OH? Is THAT a fact? What about you and Randy? Are you two
bisexual? Do you have sex together?"

	"Would you stop being friends if I told you that Randy and I have
had sex together?"

	"I'd be surprised as hell but that wouldn't interfere with our
friendship!"

	"Are you sure?"

	"Hell, yes, I'm sure!"

	"Okay, then! Randy and I have been lovers for over two years. You
won't tell anyone, will you?"

	"Jay, if you can keep a secret that well...especially with the two
of you living next door to me, there's no reason for me to reveal your
secret."

	"Thanks, Rex! I was hoping you'd say that!"

	Rex was silent for a moment and stared at Jay for several seconds.

	"You wouldn't be shittin' me, would you?"

	"What do you mean?"

	"Well, lying about you and Randy, HOPING that I'd tell you that
Kent and I are lovers!"

	"Well, are you or AREN'T you?"

	"No, Jay, we're NOT lovers! It's all I can do to fuck all the women
who want me to fuck 'em. I...I'd be a fool to be bisexual and have to fuck
Kent as well!"

	"Okay! Okay! I'll believe you! I..I feel like a fool now for
telling you about Randy and me."

	"Look, Jay! Whatever floats your boat...that's all right with me!
I'm sure Kent won't have any objection either!"

	"Are you gonna tell him?"

	"Only if you don't want me to..."

	"It's all right! It might be easier to keep the air clear between
the four of us. That way, Randy and I could be ourselves without hiding our
relationship from Kent."

	"Kent won't mind, I'd bet my life on it!"

	"You know, Rex, I...I was hoping you'd answer in the
affirmative..."

	"Why, for God's sake?"

	"You two are made for each other! You two'd be an ideal couple!"

	"Probably! But don't be offended when I say neither Kent nor I have
any desire to suck each other's dicks!"

	"Rex, sucking dick is only a small part of being lovers."

	"I...I'll take your word for it! Now let's go get another load of
clothes!"

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	Rex and Kent in Rex's fully packed car drove up the driveway to
Rex's big house. The lawn needed mowing and the hedges definitely needed to
be trimmed. Rex had thought more than once about putting his estate up for
sale, as a place such as his had to be nurtured, groomed, and, yes,
loved. But to Rex, it was only a place to be alone or lonely and that
didn't fit Rex's personality at all. However, with Kent being here for a
while, the place would seem almost bearable to Rex.

	"Well, here it is...home, sweet home...such as it is!" Rex said.

	"God! I'd forgotten how enormous this place is..." Kent said,
straining his neck out of the car window to take a look at the upstairs
garrets.

	"I'm glad I stopped at the store to buy some air-fresheners because
this place can smell like dead air...and I DO mean dead!"

	"You know I can't believe that you choose to live in half a dorm
room over this place of sheer luxury!"

	"It might be luxury to you, Kent, but I was raised here. I know
every inch of every room on every floor. The beauty and charm of the old
place ceased to have any attraction many years ago."

	"Maybe so, but when you're brought up, having practically nothing
as I was, your home looks like Buckingham Palace to me!"

	"Come on, let's go inside and open a few windows to air the old
girl out. I can unpack the car later."

	Rex didn't know why he did it, but as he and Kent started up the
stairs leading to the veranda, Rex put his arm under Kent's bent elbow to
support him. Kent didn't notice as he was still in awe of the palatial
manor he was about to enter.

	"You DO have electricity, don't you?" Kent asked.

	"Oh, I never cut the power off because I'm never sure if I'm gonna
need the place when I come across some hot chick to fuck...and she might
not have a place of her own!"

	"You brought lots of girls here?"

	"Not lots...just the ones I thought I could trust. The place is
still filled with my mother's old antiques which could easily be stolen and
hocked for a pretty penny at a hock shop."

	"You haven't remodeled...or anything since your parents died?"

	"What for? No one's gonna see it but me...and I've seen it all my
life."

	"Your sister, Maggie, didn't mind when the house was left to you?"

	"Ha! Maggie hated the place more than I did. She's got the house
she wants AND the man she wants! Maggie is perfectly content with her
life!"

	"I can see why...Blaine is attractive...for a man, that is..."

	"Hold it, buster! Don't you go queer on me! Just because my
brother-in-law gave you the ultimate pleasure by sticking his finger up
your butt, doesn't mean that you and HE are headed toward Rooms-To-Go
together!"

	"Shit, Rex! Are you so unsure of your masculinity that you can't
notice if a man is attractive or not?"

	"Attractive to whom? Me? Women? Other men?"

	"Well, you, for instance! Do you find Blaine at all attractive?"

	"Are you talking about his face? His body? His personality? What?"

	"His overall picture as a man, asshole!"

	"Well, let's say I don't think under ANY circumstance that Blaine
could ever give me a boner while looking at him."

	"Hah ! Didn't I give you a boner the other night?"

	"That's only because I saw that YOU had one..."

	"Aha! So you find ME attractive?"

	"Fuck! Can we end this conversation? Hold on, I've got to unlock
the door to my inner sanctum!"

	"NOT JUST YET!"

	"What now?"

	"I want you to answer me!"

	"What, dammit?"

	"Do you or do you not find me attractive?"

	"ABSOLUTELY! Don't you know that I can't go to sleep at night
unless I fantasize about you while I'm jerking off?"

	"Oh, shit! Forget it!"

	"That's what I've been trying to say...FORGET IT!" Rex put the key
in the front door, turned the key, and, opening it widely, said, "SHOOWEEE!
God! That smell is awful! Stay out here on the porch while I go open a
window in every room! We both could die from that smell!"

	Kent walked from one end of the veranda to the other! Bordering the
left side was a view of the Shenandoah Valley. One could see trees, hills,
and fields, stretching for miles. In spite of it being the middle of
August, due to lack of rain, some of the trees were prematurely shedding
their leaves. The five o'clock sun was scorching hot, but Kent felt a chill
go through his body when he remembered that he had been diagnosed with
cancer and, although he had been given a fairly good prognosis for a
complete recovery, nothing in life was certain...nothing except death. This
COULD be his last summer and his final early autumn on this planet---and
Kent felt scared. He was suddenly weak and leaned against the wall for
support. If someone had granted Kent a final wish at that moment, he would
have wished for Rex's arms to be around him. His eyes filled with tears of
fear...and love. Kent also realized that if he was going to defeat this
disease, he couldn't do it WITHOUT Rex's help and support.

	A couple of minutes later, Rex came out the front door with gusto.

	"Well, all we can do is wait. I've opened every window and every
door leading outside and the air might be breathable in a while!" Then Rex
noticed Kent leaning against the wall. He hadn't responded to Rex's remarks
and Rex could sense that something was wrong. "What's the matter? Your legs
giving out?"

	"No, I'm fine. I...I was just standing here trying to appreciate
nature..."

	"And THAT makes you look glum?"

	"No, Rex." Kent turned to stare directly at his best friend. "It's
just...it's just that I...I'm scared! There's no guarantee that I won't die
from this testicular cancer..."

	"Yes, and there's no guarantee that you won't fall off the edge of
the porch and break your fucking neck! You know what I think about a lot?"

	"What?"

	"Kids in high school, and how, every day, hundreds, maybe
thousands, die from unexpected deaths."

	Rex hesitated a moment, then said," What makes you think so much
about them?"

	"Just how life and death can be so unfair. Take a fifteen- or
sixteen-year-old high school kid. He spends his whole weekend studying for
a biology or chemistry exam. Getting a good grade is important to him
because one failed exam might keep him out of the college he's planning to
attend next year. He calls off his date for Friday night just to hit the
books. His best friend comes by his house on Saturday wanting to shoot some
hoops or go to the movies, but he refuses his best friend in order to spend
Saturday afternoon reading about frogs or studying the Periodic
Tables. Sunday, he skips going to church with his mother, his dad and
little brother who, by the way, thinks his big brother is the greatest
thing since peanut butter. By Sunday night, he's tired, his eyes are red,
BUT he's ready for that exam! BRING IT ON! So his test is scheduled for
fifth period...right after lunch. He's confident that he's going to nail
the exam. He orders a big lunch and sits with his best buddy AND his
girlfriend and has a great time for half the lunch period. Then, on the
sixteenth minute of his lunch period, in walk two geeks dressed in long
black coats and brandishing two semi-automatic guns...and they start
shooting wildly at any student that looks their way. Among them is the kid,
his best friend, and his girlfriend...RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT! Our two geeks kill
all three of them instantly...and I wonder what good was it for his
spending the entire weekend studying for a test that he'll never
take. Hell, if the kid knew that he would be shot and killed on Monday, why
the fuck didn't he go on a date with his girlfriend and get his first or
last fuck from her...or on Saturday, jerking off with his best friend or
trading blowjobs? Sunday, he could have gone to church and asked
forgiveness for both the fucking AND the blowjob, but no! Twenty-four hours
later, he's lying in a pool of blood mixed with the blood of his best
friend AND his girlfriend's!"

	"Jesus, that's morbid, Rex!"

	"I can't help it. I think of scenarios such as that all the
time. Like the girlfriend and boyfriend, both dressed to the nines for
their senior prom and on their way home, some fucking drunk runs into their
limo and kills both of them!"

	"Why are you telling me this?"

	"Because, Kent, sometimes cancer can be a blessing in disguise. A
person who has terminal cancer most often has time to get their affairs in
order, say their last goodbyes, take that long overdue trip to see the
Grand Canyon or call that friend or relative one last time. The kids in the
cafeteria or in the limousine didn't get that opportunity...and every
asshole right-wing preacher will pound his pulpit saying how JUST God is!"

	"Rex, would you stop all your proselytizing for a minute to do me a
favor?"

	"Name it, buddy!"

	"I know we've been joking too much about the queer or gay stuff,
but...would you just put your arms around me...hold me and make me feel
safe?"

	"Sure, but no kissing this time..."

	"What do you mean, THIS TIME?"

	"Last Friday night, when I was sitting on the side of your bed with
you, you asked me to kiss you..."

	"Bullshit! I'd never do that!"

	"Then it must have been those goddamned pills you're
taking...because you DID ask me to kiss you!"

	"And did you?"

	"Well, yes, kinda..."

` "Holy shit! ...And I didn't hit you?"

	"No, Kent! I had to stop you before you Frenched me!"

	"I KNOW you're lying now!"

	"Well, lie or no lie, I'll hold you, but I WON'T kiss you ever
again!"

	Rex walked over to Kent and put his arms around Kent's upper torso
and drew his body close to his. Rex felt Kent's body shiver once Kent was
in his arms! Kent buried his head against Rex's broad shoulder.

	"Oh, yes...yes, thanks, this is what I wanted," Kent sighed as Rex
brought their bodies together.

	"This any better?" Rex asked.

	"Much..." The hair on Kent's head began to tickle Rex's
neck. Kent's voice was muffled, being embedded into Rex's shirt. "Would you
believe that Blaine and I kissed in his office?"

	"I would..."

	"Did Blaine tell you?"

	"He did...."

	"God! What's happening to me? I've gone through my whole life and
the only physical contact I've ever made with another male was on the
football field or shaking hands. Now I've just learned I've kissed TWO men
during the last seventy-two hours....."

	"Well, if there's guilt, Blaine and I are just as guilty as
you. Hey, you wanna hear something funny?"

	"I could USE a joke about now!"

	"This ain't no joke!"

	"Tell me..."

	"When I was loading up the car with Jay, he dropped his trousers
and bared his soul to me!"

	"He WHAT?"

	"Oh, I don't mean he literally dropped his pants, but he told me
something that could cause an earthquake!"

	"Quit being so mysterious and tell me!"

	"Jay and Randy are lovers!"

	"You're shitting me!"

	"Nope, they've been in a relationship for over two years!"

	"Crap! How did they keep it a secret from us for that long?"

	"They had us BOTH fooled!"

	"Why did he tell you today?"

	"He thought you and I had a 'thing' going between us!"

	"Why, for God's sake?"

	"The other day when we met him in the hall while going to the
shower, he said he got a big whiff of cum odor from the both of us!"

	"You don't suppose he told anyone, do you?"

	"Just Randy!"

	"I hope you set him straight!"

	"I...I don't think I could set him 'straight', but I told him the
truth!"

	"God! I wonder how many more of the team members are hiding
relationships?"

	"Well, if old Doctor Kinsey knew what he was writing in his book,
probably LOTS of the guys! There's forty members on the squad and Kinsey
said that one of every six men are gay. So divide forty by six and you get
six and two-thirds. So Jay and Randy make up two! That means there's at
least four more guys on the team and one more who's almost gay!"

	"Now I need to get a list of all the guys and see if I can pick out
the other four and two-thirds!" Rex's conversation concerning gay team
members, for the moment, had made Kent forget all about his fear and morbid
thoughts. "Oh, God!"

	"What now?" Rex asked.

	"I was just thinking that 'I' might be the one who's two-thirds
gay!"

	"Why would you say something so fucking ridiculous?"

	"Look what I've done since last Thursday. I reached a climax in my
doctor's office when he poked his finger up my butt. I came again when I
saw him do the same thing to you in our dorm. I've kissed YOU and BLAINE,
both. I wonder what else I've done?"

	"You want me to tell you?"

	"There's more?"

	"Well, kinda...You see, the other night when you were high on
pills, you asked me to crawl into your bed with you and hold you until you
went to sleep..."

	"Oh, shit! What happened? Did anything happen?"

	"Nothing happened...so don't jump to conclusions! You were butt
naked and so was I..."

	"Oh, my God!"

	"And so I slid into your bed in a spoon position with your back
next to my front."

	"And...?"

	"I couldn't help it. The closer my body got near yours, the harder
my dick became."

	"You...YOU didn't fuck me, did you, Rex? TELL ME YOU DIDN'T FUCK ME
!"

	"No, but my dick was less than one inch from your hole! Thank God
you fell asleep almost instantly, or I...I might've rammed it right up your
'Weary Canal'!"

	"Holy shit! I swear, Rex, had I known this...I don't think I've
been able to look at you! Damn! I could die of embarrassment!"

	"We'll talk about what 'didn't' happen later! The house should be
aired out by now! Let's go upstairs and YOU pick out the bedroom you want!"

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	Blaine would've had a physician's conniption if he'd ever heard of
one of his patients mixing Xanax with alcohol, but on his way home, he felt
as if he NEEDED a drink or two. His day had been filled with too much
confusion and too many assholes, literally. He phoned Maggie to say he
would be about an hour late coming home. He didn't bother to explain
because he didn't have to. That's one thing Maggie had accepted as all
doctor's wives must do---never rely on your husband to keep a schedule
where dinner is concerned. Throughout the years of their marriage, Blaine
had been late thousands of times as a result of an overload of patients to
be seen, or an unexpected emergency. Being late merely went with the
territory. However, it was on this occasion that Blaine called his wife to
say he'd be late so that he could stop at a bar and order a drink or
two...and try to understand what had happened to him.

	Blaine drove to the bar nearest to his house, The Vir Gin
Rickey. It was a lounge that catered mostly to adults thirty and over. Even
the juke box, per se, had cd's of Sinatra, George Shearing, and Henry
Mancini. This was as close to a New York cocktail lounge that could be
found in Epperson, Virginia. When he entered, he heard the strains of
Mancini's 'The Brothers Go To Mother's' from the old 'Peter Gunn' TV
series. The bar was very dimly lit with only candles, inside dark blue and
dark green glass cylinders. It was difficult even to see who was sitting in
the next booth due to the darkness. But that didn't matter to Blaine
because he was in no mood to talk or have a conversation with
anyone. Doctors couldn't go anywhere alone without being confronted by some
patient or former patient who wanted free advice about some pain he or she
was having over his or her left kidney.

	There were several empty barstools available, but Blaine wanted to
relax in a booth with a cushion to support his aching back. A cocktail
waiter came to his table almost immediately and took Blaine's order for a
double vodka martini with three olives. Blaine took a deep breath and
sighed, trying to wish away some of his tension. He closed his eyes to
listen to the vibes and the trombone of Ted Nash or the soothing sound of
Ted's brother, Dick Nash's saxophone. It wasn't opera but it was very good
1950's jazz. It seemed to draw out his soul.

	The waiter brought Blaine his drink to Blaine's thanks. Then he
slowly sipped the vodka, not really caring if it mixed well with
alprazolam. He felt somewhat guilty for not inviting Maggie as he knew she
would enjoy the quiet sultry ambience as much as he.

	Once again, Blaine closed his eyes and rested his head on the back
of the booth. He relived what he had told Kent and Rex about Kent's
condition...only this time, he could see Kent's eyes even without Kent
being in front of him. God, the boy was beautiful! So was Rex, come to
think of it...but Rex was family! So what was Blaine going to do about this
strange new feeling? He certainly wasn't gay, but he was SO attracted to
EVERYTHING about Kent...?

	Blaine stretched his imagination and wondered just what he would do
if he were in bed with Kent? Kiss him? Hold him? Reach for his sex organ?
And then what? Jerk him off? Be bold and go down on him? No, that would
only give Kent pleasure...that wouldn't allow Blaine's 'getting off'! But
what if Kent went down on HIM? Nah! No way would Blaine want that handsome
lad lowering himself to please a married man by taking Blaine's penis in
his mouth!

	Then again, Maggie really liked performing oral sex on him. It
might not be disgusting at all to Kent if SHE enjoyed it.

	He opened his eyes to guide the martini glass back to his lips. He
all but laughed out loud at his ridiculous reverie. If there was one ounce
of homosexuality in Kent, surely sexy Rexy would have discovered it years
ago...and only Friday night, Rex wouldn't even look at Kent's naked
body. No! Those two were best friends but CERTAINLY NOT a couple!

	On his third sip, Blaine's thoughts roamed over to Tom
Chastain. There was NO doubt about Tom's sexuality. Ha! He'd even offered
to give Blaine a blowjob in the examining room.  What would have happened
if Blaine had let Tom go through with it? First of all, it was totally
unprofessional! Second, if Tom had gone through with it and had satisfied
Blaine orally, who's to say that Tom wouldn't or couldn't blackmail Blaine
for thousands of dollars?

	Blaine finished his drink and felt the urge to pee, He got up from
the booth, stopping by the bar to tell his waiter to order him a refill
while he went to the bathroom.

	Inside the men's room, Blaine discovered that the only wall urinal
had an 'out of order' sign over it. So Blaine chose the middle of three
wooden stall booths and locked the door behind him. He unzipped his fly,
pulled out his cock and let it rip. God! Nothing felt better than a good
piss...except maybe an orgasm. One thing that Blaine, and most men,
wondered was how could a guy drink a four ounce drink and urinate a large
Seven/Eleven Big Gulp--thirty-two ounce cup full of urine? That had to be
one of the seven greatest mysteries of mankind!

	Finally, when he thought it was time to shake out the last
droplets, he looked down at himself, but something to the left of the
toilet caught his eye. It was a cut-out in the side wall. Dear God! A glory
hole! Blaine started to laugh but stopped when he saw three fingers holding
a folded piece of paper sticking through the hole. The fingers were
gesturing for Blaine to take the note and read it!

	Blaine felt safe, being in a locked stall, so he slowly took the
paper, unfolded it, and read, 'Show hard for the best blowjob of your
life'! He could hardly believe his eyes. SOMEONE in the next booth was
inviting him to have sex! What's more, between the vodka and the Xanax, the
idea suddenly appealed to him. Was it worth the risk? Was it a legitimate
offer or perhaps some slasher in one of the 'Scream' movies who would cut
his penis off if he slipped it through the hole in the wall? It HAD to be a
male--- Blaine WAS in the men's room. He had lived his entire life without
ever having male/male sex of any nature.

	Finally, Blaine felt bold enough to ask, "Are you sure this is what
you want?"

	From the next booth came a reply in a graveled monotone whisper,
"Uh, huh, stud."

	"You're not going to hurt me, are you?"

	"Uh uh!"

	"Do you swear?"

	"Huh huh?"

	"OK, but I'm not promising to reach a climax. I...I'm curious about
this...that's all!"

	Blaine looked at the hole and saw the mysterious stranger's
forefinger bending back and forth as if it were beckoning Blaine. He knew
that they were alone. Both were locked inside booths and no one could
see...even if someone came into the men's room, it would be easy to
withdraw himself from the hole. And so Blaine gave in to temptation and
curiosity and slowly slid his penis through the glory hole where it was met
with a hot, wet mouth. It felt as if the stranger's tongue wrapped itself
all the way around Blaine's organ as a hotdog bun would to a wiener.

	Blaine legs suddenly felt weak when he felt a rhythmic suction
begin on his organ. The feeling was...was beyond belief, only partly
because of Blaine's excitement. He put his arm against the wall and rested
his head on his fist, allowing his mind to concentrate on what his cock was
feeling.

	"Oh, my God!" Blaine said. "You must be a professional! I had no
idea it would feel this good!" There was no verbal reply from the stranger
as he kept up the tempo to Blaine's delight. Only thirty seconds had passed
when Blaine decided to warn him. "Hey buddy, I think it's time we stop. I'm
about to flood your mouth with a gusher!"

	The stranger stopped his action only for a second to say, "Go
ahead! That's what I'm here for!".

	"OK. You asked for it!" Blaine exclaimed as his knees tried to
buckle beneath him as a deluge of fresh hot semen burst forth from his
testicles and into the mouth of the hungry alien. When it finally lessened,
"JESUS H. CHRIST!" Blaine screamed. "NEVER IN MY LIFE...and I DO mean
NEVER!"

	The strange laughed softly and whispered, "You liked that, huh?"

	"Wow! You'll never know. I...I've been tense all afternoon and
you've just relaxed me beyond belief."

	"Glad to oblige," whispered the stranger.

	"Listen, would it be all right if I leave and you don't follow me
out the door for a few minutes?"

	"If that's the way you want it..."

	"Yes, please. I...I don't know whether I should thank you! Could I
offer you some money?"

	"I'm not a prostitute, stud! You've already paid me!"

	"Ha! And you paid me back double!" Blaine said. "So I'll just leave
after I wash up a bit. See you around!" Blaine realized that was a dumb
thing to say. "I didn't mean that. It's just that I...I'm at a loss for
words at the moment! You...uh...you didn't see my face, did you?"

	"Nope. You're safe!"

	Blaine hurriedly walked over to the lavatory and washed off his
penis, zipped up his fly, straightened his clothes. took time to comb his
hair after drying his hands ,and left the scene of his epiphany.

	Returning to his seat, Blaine saw his second drink, which he had
ordered, sitting on the table inside the booth. He really needed the drink
to settle his nerves, but thought it best to pay the waiter and exit the
bar before he and his bathroom 'trick' met face-to-face! He looked inside
his wallet and pulled out a fifty dollar bill and handed it to the waiter,
telling him to keep the change. Then Blaine all but ran out the door to get
inside his car and go home.

	As Blaine drove out onto the main street, he said to himself, 'God
in heaven! What did I just do?'. That was a first for him...the first time
with a man AND the first time ever to cheat on Maggie. 'No wonder gay men
say that only men know how to perform oral sex properly!' Maggie was good,
but Blaine had never before had anyone that could compare with Maggie's
blow jobs. Much to his surprise, he thought, 'Damn, there IS a
difference!'.

	Five minutes later, Blaine drove into his driveway. When he went
inside his house, Maggie was waiting for him with a vodka martini in her
hand with three olives.

	"Hi, sweetheart," Maggie said, giving him a kiss. "Long day?"

	"One of the longest!"

	"Do you need me to relax you?"

	"I...I'm not that tense!" Blaine lied.

	"You don't have to be tense to enjoy what I'm gonna do to you..."
Maggie said as she slowly dropped to her knees to unzip his fly. Blaine
only hoped that she couldn't smell the stale semen on his glans. Once he
was inside her mouth, he forgot everything...everything except the stranger
in the third stall of the men's room!


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	When Rex's parents were alive, they slept in separate bedrooms with
a connecting toilet between the two rooms. Rex wanted this same arrangement
for Kent and himself, and so, he let Kent choose whichever room suited him
the most. Kent took Rex's dad's room and Rex, his mother's. The two
unpacked the clothes they had brought from the dorm. Rex stripped the linen
off both beds and replaced it with fresh sheets and pillowcases. It was
still too hot for blankets, but the house had central air-conditioning and
it didn't matter.

	Once the closets were set and the beds made, Rex led Kent down the
stairs to the kitchen where the two of them made tacos, fajitas, and
refried beans for dinner. While Rex was plating the food, Kent went to
peruse the DVD collection to chose a movie for dinner fare. There was an
entire section of Marilyn Monroe movies, which had been Rex's dad's
favorites. Kent picked out 'Some Like It Hot'. He put it in the DVD player
which was connected to a sixty-one inch plasma flat-screen TV with surround
sound. He cued it to the beginning and pushed the pause button.

	Rex set the plates on the coffee table in front of the huge sofa
where they could eat and watch the movie. First, Rex handed Kent his
antibiotics, then they ate and beginning the film, laughed all the way
through the classic comedy.

	"God, she was talented! an old friend of my uncle's, studied at Lee
Strasberg's private classes with her. He worked with her twice on scene
study and was amazed by her empathy." Kent said. "Some people thought she
couldn't act, but her sense of comic timing was impeccable!"

        "Wanna watch another?" Rex asked, as he picked up the dirty dishes
and took them to the kitchen, putting them into the dishwasher.

	"Nom thanks. Why don't YOU watch something? I'm tired and I'd like
to go to my new bedroom and get some sleep."

	"How about a hot shower before you retire?"

	"Sounds good!"

	"Let me see about the towels and toiletries. I think you'll find
everything you need... soap, shampoo, bath oil, deodorant, toothpaste,
mouthwash...you name it!"

	Kent looked deeply at Rex. "Rex, I still can't believe that you
would give up all this luxury to share a room in the dorm with me!"

	"I don't know. Probably, I should have suggested that we live here
together a long time ago. It's just that, at the time, I was living here by
myself and this big house can REALLY make you feel alone!"

	"Well, as long as I'm recuperating, you won't be alone!"

	"How do you feel now? Still anxious about what Blaine said to you?"

	"Hell, yes. I'll keep on feeling anxious until the surgery is over
and I know I'm cancer-free!"

	"Don't think about that now! Go take your shower."

	"Aye, aye, sir!"

	"How about a deep massage when you get out?"

	"Don't spoil me! I don't want to get TOO dependent on you for
everything!"

	"Shit! We've been giving each other back rubs for years. That's
nothing new!"

	"Okay then! Sounds good!"

	Kent went upstairs to the bathroom to take a shower while Rex
closed the house. He turned off the lights and went up the stairs to his
bedroom, crossed to the He opened the side bed-side table to get a bottle
of Aveeno lotion to apply to Kent's back. As he reached Kent's bedroom,
Kent was just getting out of the shower. He entered his bedroom, nude,
drying his hair with a towel. Needless to say, Rex was only human. When
someone is standing naked before you, it's only natural to look at the
other's body.

	"Kent, my God!" Rex said, with excitement.

	"What?"

	"Is it my imagination or has your testicle's swelling receded? From
here, it looks as if it's back to its normal size."

	Kent dropped the towel to look at himself. "God! You're right!
Think I should call Blaine to tell him?"

	"No. If it was swollen larger, I'd say 'yes', but the improvement
can wait until your next appointment with him."

	"Damn! That makes me feel much better already! See? I told you that
I was gonna get well!"

	"By God, you'd better. If I have to babysit for you for an extended
period of time, you're gonna be cutting into my love life!"

	"Hell, I fuck as many girls as you! What about me? If I lose both
my balls, I'm really going to become celibate!"

	"Shit! Lie down while I massage your back!"

	"Want me to put on some boxers?"

	"For what? Are you gonna hide something I'm already looking at?"

	"Well, all right!"

	"You won't mind if 'I' strip down to my boxers? I don't want to get
this lotion on my clothes."

	"Just be sure your chastity jock is locked. From what you said, you
almost raped me in my sleep Friday night. I don't know if I should trust
you being naked also!" Laughing, Rex took off all his clothes except his
boxer briefs as Kent lay down on his stomach on the bed. "Oh God! This
mattress feels terrific. Man! If I HAVE to die, I hope it's on this
bed. I've never felt anything so comfortable and soothing!"

	"Dad loved it. He had it custom-made for himself. It's like a
multiple sandwich of down and foam with tiny coils to give it support!"

	Kent relaxed, prone on his stomach as Rex straddled his
buttocks. He filled both of his palms with Aveeno, rubbed his hands
together and, leaning forward, smoothed the lotion on Kent's shoulders and
upper back with long sweeping strokes.

	"DAMN ! I'll give you about two hours to stop doing this," Kent
said, placing his face on the pillow.

	"Feel good?"

	"Uh huh..."

	"I want you to concentrate on your spine from the back of your head
down to your coccyx. Pretend that your spine is sinking through the front
of your body and trying to mesh with the mattress beneath you."

	"Are you trying to hypnotize me?" Kent asked through the muffled
pillow.

	"Not if I can't look into your eyes, dummy! I just want you to
relax."

	Rex lengthened his strokes on Kent's back, going from the top of
Kent's butt to the back of his head. He applied even more lotion directly
to Kent's back. Up and down...slowly, but firmly.

	At one point, Rex's hands became so slippery that he lost his
balance and fell forward onto Kent's back.

	"Hmmm. That feels nice..." Kent said.

	"I fell, you dumb asshole!"

	"I know, but it felt so good having your entire body on mine."

	"You mean like this?" Rex replied as once again, he lay on top of
Kent's back.

	"Yeah! Just lie there a minute. Don't move!"

	Rex reached further to place his arms and hands over Kent's. Rex's
mouth was close to Kent's left ear. "How's this?"

	"I could fall asleep with you on top of me..."

	"I...I think I'd better get up, Kent..."

	"Please don't!"

	"It's just that I feel my dick getting hard and I don't want you to
get the wrong idea!"

	"You're still wearing your underwear, aren't you?"

	"Hell, yes!"

	"Well, I don't think your dick is going to penetrate the material
in your shorts. So I fell safe that you're not going to rape me."

	"KENT! BUDDY! I'm getting harder!"

	"Has this ever happened between you and another guy before?"

	"What kind of question is that?"

	"Why else would you get an hard on?"

	Rex was silent for a moment, then said, "Kent, did...have I ever
mentioned Ronnie Stulce to you?"

	"No Who's he?"

	"I don't know if this is the time to tell you or not..."

	"Tell me what?"

	Rex threw his leg over Kent and sat on the edge of the bed. Kent
raised up his head from the pillow and gave Rex a long look.

	"There's something about me that I've kept from you."

	"About Ronnie Stulce...and you?"

	"Yeah."

	Kent could see that Rex had become very serious, so Kent sat up so
that they were sitting side-by-side. "Who is he, Rex?"

	"He ISN'T any more. It's who he WAS! He was someone I knew, long
before you and I became friends. He lived here in Epperson with his
parents."

	"So? What happened to him?"

	Rex's eyes began to well up with tears. "He...he hanged himself!"

	"MY GOD, REX! Were you with him at the time?"

	"I might as well have been."

	"I don't understand."

	"I was partly or MOSTLY at fault. He...he killed himself because of
me!"

	"Well, if you weren't there with him..."

	"But I WAS there...not physically, but in spirit!"

	"Rex, I think you'd better start at the beginning and tell me the
whole story!"

	"If I tell you everything, you might never feel the same way about
me...EVER again!"

	"That's bullshit! I wouldn't think less of you if you told me that
you killed Ronnie! You're the best person in my life. There's NOTHING you
could say to me that could end or change our friendship!"

	"Okay! Sit back on the bed, prop yourself up with a pillow and
cover your naked dick with a sheet!"

	"In that order or can I improvise?"

	"JUST DO IT!"

	"OKAY! Okay!"

	Kent positioned himself as Rex had instructed and Rex began the
story of his 'friendship' with Ronnie Stulce. Several times, Kent wanted to
speak or raise an eyebrow because Rex was telling him things Kent would
never have suspected.

	When Rex got to the part about Ronnie's suicide, he broke down in
tears and Kent leaned forward to put his arm around his best friend. After
Rex's long soliloquy, the silence between them seemed ready to implode the
room. Rex could not turn to face Kent while Kent sat there staring at the
back of Rex's head.

	"You...are you saying you were gay?" Kent said, finally.

	"I was..."

	"Was? but not now?"

	"That's all behind me, Kent!"

	"I would never've guessed!"

	"I didn't WANT you to know! You're the closest I'VE ever COME to
having a brother!" His sobs told the whole story. "You're the one person I
would die for...if necessary."

	Kent thought a moment. "Rex, wouldn't you call that love?"

	"I suppose...but not the kind of love that I had for Ronnie!"

	"Why not? Don't you find me attractive?"

	"Sure, as my best friend!"

	"But nothing more?"

	"GODDAMMIT, KENT! I DON'T KNOW! Sometimes I look at you and I have
to stop and think whether I feel the same way about you as I did toward
him!"

	"Why do you stop yourself?"

	"BECAUSE YOU'RE STRAIGHT, GOD DAMN IT! I AM, TOO!...or at least, I
thought I was!"

	"Hell, no wonder you got upset when you kissed me last Friday...and
when you got in bed with me and your dick touched my ass...like you
said..."

	"Yes, but I DIDN'T fuck you, Kent!"

	"Did the thought cross your mind?"

	"Hell, yes! Later, after I went back to my own bed, it was all I
could do to keep myself from running back to your bed while you were still
high on your medications and make love to you!"

	"You say 'make love'...and not fuck! And why now?"

	"What?"

	"Why did you decide to tell me about this now?"

	"I don't know. I...I was on top of you with a raging boner and I
knew if I went to the next step, I would risk losing you, my best friend,
forever! I can't leave you and you can't leave me with your scheduled
surgery. I just didn't want matters to be complicated any more than they
are already in my mind."

	"Rex?"

	"Yeah?"

	"What if..what if I said I wanted you to make love to me?"

	"I'd say you've had one too many pills again."

	"Buddy, I've only had my antibiotic medication...no sleeping
pill...no tranquilizer. My head's on straight and I'm thinking clearly as
you---maybe more clearly.!"

	"Why for the love of God would you want me to make love to you?"

	"Maybe you've just made me realize that I've been in love with you
for years!"

	"YOU WHAT?"

	"Like you...I just didn't want to admit it...not to you...not to
myself!"

	"But..."

	"Will you shut the fuck up?" Kent said, as he leaned forward to
kiss Rex on the lips.

	Rex was more than surprised at first, but then slowly, he responded
by putting his arms around Kent while exploring Kent's lips with his
tongue, and then plunging his tongue into Kent's eagerly awaiting mouth.

	"Oh, God, Kent! I've wanted this for SO long. I just never thought
it possible."

	They hugged, their mouths placed beside the other's ear. "I...I've
probably wanted it just as long as you, Rex...maybe longer!"

	Rex smiled. "God! We're both fucking fools. Trying to fake the
other out by showing who could fuck the most women to impress the other."

	"HA! At least you've had sex with a guy. I never have. I...I don't
know what to do!"

	A moment of silence...then, "You wanna have sex?"

	"You think I'd stop now? You're gonna have to teach me everything
there is to know!"

	"It's not much different from making love to a chick...only
better!"

	"Will you give me the first lesson?"

	"I...I don't know if I should...considering your precarious
condition!"

	"You'd better teach me while I still have my balls. Once I have
surgery, I may never cum again!"

	"Kent, are you sure you want this?"

	"I've never been so sure of anything in my life!"

	"You DO realize that once we make love, we're going to become
lovers for life or strangers for life, don't you?"

	"That just gives me the inspiration to get well faster!"

	"All right, but we'll take it slow and easy...but first, I want to
look straight into your baby blues and say, 'Rex, I love you...'."

	"Rex, I DO love you... All afternoon, since Blaine told us about
your cancer, it's been ringing through my head that I might lose you...and
GOD DAMN IT, KENT...I can't live without you. I don't WANT to live without
you...and just the idea of losing you has made me realize that I must have
been in love with you for some time...and today, it just sorta rolled out
of my hidden psyche."

	"Rex? You're IN love with me?"

	"I guess I am! So what are you gonna do about it?"

	"Just this..."

       Their lips met again...this time longer and more passionately.

	Rex lowered Kent to the bed, then took off his boxer shorts. Then
slowly took his place in the bed with his new lover and pulled the sheet up
over their bodies.

	"Teach me, baby. Teach me how to love you..." Kent said between
kisses.


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(To be continued in chapter six of "But Who Knows Where Or When"...next
week.)