Date: Fri, 6 Apr 2007 02:28:24 EDT
From: RitchChristopher@cs.com
Subject: but-who-knows-where-or-when-9

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                           "But Who Knows Where or When?"

                               Copyright Ritchris, 2007


                                     A Story

                                        by

			         Ritch Christopher


                               literary enhancement

                                       by

                                    Les Martin


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                                   chapter nine

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                       "Some things that happen for the first time...
                          Seem to be happening again..."

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



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	Blaine was silent for nearly the entire ride back home from the
country club, the result of several surprises or questions.. First, he
couldn't believe Rex and Kent had become a gay couple almost over night;
secondly, he really couldn't understand how Maggie could have openly outted
them in front of Epperson's elite gathering; and last, but not least, he
had had one too many vodka martinis mixed with expensive champagne. Knowing
Maggie as he did, Blaine was cognizant of the fact that Maggie's surprise
announcement of Rex and Kent had in no way been malicious. She loved her
brother almost as much as she loved Blaine and she was pleased, proud, and
happy that Rex had chosen a mate at long last, even if that mate was a
member of his same sex.

	All her life, Maggie had had an extremely liberal viewpoint
concerning politics, life, and love. She thought the whole world should be
in love as she was. It was one of her best attributes and a controlling
force in her nature as a liberated female. She couldn't have been happier
for Rex if he had chosen Miss America to be his mate. In her eyes, Kent was
just as beautiful as Miss America OR Brad Pitt. As a matter of fact, she
thought Kent and Rex made a great-looking couple...both were handsome,
athletic, intelligent, very mannerly, and absolute gentlemen to boot!

	Blaine in his confused mood only hoped that Maggie wouldn't insist
on giving Rex and Kent a wedding shower and inviting half of Epperson,
expecting them not only to attend, but to bring them gifts as well.

	Inwardly, Blaine could understand Rex's attraction to Kent because
he himself had been attracted to Kent ever since the first time he looked
into Kent's baby blues. Kent had excited Blaine, sexually, on three
occasions...even if Blaine still couldn't understand the reason why it
should be so. And Blaine, mentally assuming Kent's role, could easily see
what Kent had seen in Rex. Maggie was right, as usual...the two DID make a
handsome couple. Their personalities suited one another implicitly. They
COULD be happy living together! But Blaine was still puzzled how they could
suddenly renounce having sex with all the women they each dated, and
willingly switch to having male/male sex with each other! Inwardly, a
sudden spotlight singled him out with a question---'Am I jealous?', he
asked himself.

	His only encounter with male sex was the oral sex Tom had given him
in the restroom...and it HAD been exciting!...AND satisfying! Since that
evening in the men's room, Blaine had asked himself...over and over...'I
wonder--could I have reciprocated and performed oral sex on Tom?' He had
not been able to come up with an answer to that, at least not just yet. But
then again, why should he even be concerned? Maggie kept him more than
satisfied sexually, more than any man possibly could! Lord knows, Blaine
could never tire of Maggie. She had kept their sex life new and fresh by
learning every new way imaginable! She could have written her own version
of the Kama Sutra, as she knew positions and ways of making love the Hindus
had never dreamt of.


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	Rex and Kent were driving home, at the same time, and they, too,
were silent for a while. It was Kent who finally broke the silence.

	"Well, if there was any doubt about our coming out, it's too late
now!"

	"Were you embarrassed...or rather, how humiliated WERE you when the
band began to play, 'Here Comes The Bride'?"

	"Probably, not as much as you, I'm sure, Rex. I...I didn't know any
of those people, but practically everyone at the country club has known you
since you were a child. They were YOUR friends, not mine."

	"Well, they're OURS, now!"

	"In a way...from my viewpoint, I'm kinda glad it's over. There's no
doubt in anyone's mind now. We can't be the subject of whispered
gossip....'are they or aren't they?'. Of course, I don't want the rumors to
get to the locker room before you and I tell the guys ourselves," Kent
said.

	"Ha! 'YOU and I?' I'm the one who's still going to practice on
Monday...not you. You'll be at the house while I have to face them."

	"Thank God there's no direct telephone line from the country club
to my parents' home. I'LL have to tell them! Fuck! They don't even know
about my proposed surgery. I guess I'd better call them tomorrow and tell
them EVERYTHING."

	"Even about..about us?"

	"Sure, why not? Maggie will probably put a written announcement in
the society section of the Epperson Journal anyway. My parents subscribe to
that paper to keep abreast of my football stats."

	"Did you see how happy Maggie was?" Rex asked after another moment
of silence.

	"Yeah...almost as UNhappy as Blaine looked."

	"Can you keep a secret?"

	"Is there one left?"

	"Blaine talked to me while you and Maggie were dancing."

	"Oh?"

	"He...he almost...well, he tried to confess that he had had some
strange feelings for you..."

	"About my cancer?"

	"No, ROMANTIC feelings. He said he DID kiss you in his office--he
did, didn't he?"

	"I...I wouldn't exactly call it a kiss. It was more like our lips
touched momentarily. I didn't really think that much about it!"

	"Apparently, Blaine did. It almost knocked him off his rocker. He
thought he was having homoerotic feelings for you..."

	"You've GOT to be kidding! Then again, he did get an hard on when
the two of us were together. I saw it in his pants."

	"God, I hope those feelings of his go away now that he knows we're
together. Jesus Christ! Can you imagine what my sister would say if she
knew Blaine had feelings about you in that way."

	"DAMN! I hope she doesn't find out before he does my surgery! Hell,
I don't need my doctor being murdered before he cures me."

	"Sweetheart, I'm so glad you phrased your last sentence as you
did."

	"What?"

	"You said, 'before he cures me'! That's what I want you to keep
saying. Keep a positive attitude because, Kent, you ARE going to be
cured. I won't let God or any other quasi-existential being take you away
from me now that we've found that we're in love! We're gonna live a long
life together. I just know it!"

	"I was thinking earlier that maybe I should take Blaine's advice
and go Monday to a sperm bank to have some of my semen frozen...in case we
ever wanted to have our own children by proxy."

	"That's a great idea! I could take you first thing Monday
morning. I told Blaine I would come by his office to have lunch with him
around noon. THEN, I'll go to football practice and make our big
announcement!"

	"Do you think the other guys'll hate us?"

	"Well, we know TWO who won't!"

	"Jay and Randy! That's right! God! I still can't believe they're
lovers!"

	"You think anyone in their right minds would believe WE ARE?"

	"It's so new, I still don't believe it myself!"

	"You believe that you fucked me last night, don't you?"

	"Hell, yes!"

	"And you're still sore from MY fucking YOU, aren't you?"

	"Not any more. I...I've developed an itch in my rectum..."

	"What kind of itch?"

	"One that only you can scratch!"

	"Just wait until we get home...I'll scratch it and then some..."

	"OH, BOY!"

	"I DO love you, Kent!"

	"And I DO love you, Rex."

	"Let's skip our showers and head straight toward the bed when we
get home!"

	"That's the way I like it...DOWN and DIRTY!"

	Rex laughed and pressed his foot further down on the accelerator.


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	Sunday morning came and although none of Blaine's hospitalized
patients needed urgent attention, he found an excuse to go visit Tom
Chastain. Perhaps he was still giving some thought to the Rex/Kent coupling
from the night before. After all, he's always heard of unrequited love, but
was there such a thing as unrequited sex? Tom had given Blaine sexual
pleasure and the only thing in kind which Blaine could offer Tom was
emergency surgery plus a head-to-toe medical patch-up. Still Tom HAD
followed Blaine from his office to the restaurant which proved to Blaine
that Tom had an interest in him sexually...But WHY in the name of sanity
was Blaine taunting himself over this homoerotic situation? He wasn't gay!
He was happily married to Maggie! After thinking about it, he was sure he
could NEVER perform oral sex on ANY man and anal sex?---strictly out of the
question!

	Tom Chastain was merely Blaine's patient and that's all. Tom had
been the victim of a hate crime which led to his needing surgery and having
bones and skin repaired. It was only natural that a doctor could visit one
of his patients in the hospital, wasn't it? Sure! That was it!

	And so, after breakfast with Maggie, Blaine got into his car and
drove to Epperson County General to make his rounds. Before leaving, he
told Maggie he would be back home shortly after noon and on the way, he
would stop at Quiznos and pick up a couple of sandwiches for lunch. In
spite of Maggie being a great cook, Blaine knew how much she loved the
turkey/bacon sandwich with the guacamole sauce from the chain
restaurant. For himself, Blaine always ordered the prime rib on garlic
bread. The meal would please both of them and give Maggie a Sunday noontime
break from the kitchen.

	As soon as Blaine left, Maggie drew a tub of hot water in their
lavish tub and filled it with essences of her favorite oils and
perfume. She turned on the CD player in the bathroom to listen to Puccini
arias as sung by Leontyne Price...one of Maggie's and Blaine's favorite
singers. On her way to the bathroom, Maggie had fixed a Bloody Mary with
lime and set it on the side of the sunken tub as she eased herself in to
the luxurious foam. Maggie knew the things in life that brought her
pleasure and she never ceased to find a way to enjoy every minute. Yes,
Maggie had it all and she was happy.

	Blaine, after parking his car, went inside the hospital to sign
in. He ran his forefinger down the hospital registry and found that Frank,
his partner, had five patients in the hospital. Blaine thought he might as
well see all of them since he was there. He jotted down the names and room
numbers on a piece of paper...and last, but not least, he wrote Tom's name
and room number.

	Blaine spent the next hour and a half visiting Frank's
patients. Mrs. Welborne, an old lady of 85 had broken her hip and Frank had
replaced it. Ted Cavanaugh, a man in his early 40's, had been admitted due
to chest pain and his heart was being monitored. Sam Travers, 68, had been
an alcoholic most of his life and had sclerosis of the liver. There wasn't
much that could be done to help Sam except manage his pain. Leo Toehill, a
spry young lad of 16, had broken his right femur and fibula, falling off a
roof while trying to retrieve his next door neighbor's pet parrot,
'Madam'. Leo came tumbling down and Madam had flown off into the
sunset. The fifth of Frank's patients was Lucinda Brooks, a young woman in
her mid-twenties, who came to see Dr. Whitcomb for a kidney/bladder
infection only for Frank to discover that she was four months pregnant. She
insisted she was a virgin and 'no', she had NOT been raped. Frank had put
her legs into the stirrups to investigate further and indeed, her hymen was
intact! Frank ran a second pregnancy test on her and she WAS pregnant, but
how she got that way without disturbing her maidenhead would have to remain
Lucinda's secret. Frank had admitted her to Epperson County at her
insistence to run further hospital tests. Frank was so baffled, he was
ready to look in the eastern sky for a new star, but Jesus Christ, how else
could he explain it? He chuckled at his ridiculous rationale.

	With Frank's list of patient visitations complete, Blaine thought
he 'might as well' stop in to see Tom, HIS patient, and then thought 'Who
am I kidding? That was the entire reason for my going to the hospital in
the first place!'

	Blaine walked into Tom's room and found Tom was watching the
'Praise the Lord' network on TV.

	"Morning, Tom..." Blaine said, reaching for Tom's chart at the foot
of his bed.

	"Morning! I...I didn't expect to see you today," Tom replied, a
quizzical tone in his voice.

	"Oh, my partner had a couple of VERY sick patients here and asked
me to stop in and check on them."

	"OH? Then you just didn't come by especially to see me?"

	"Of course I did. I didn't want you to feel slighted. I mean I WAS
already here and all..."

	"Thanks, I think..."

	"Did you rest well?"

	"Pretty much so."

	"Would you mind pulling down your sheet so that I can look at your
incision?"

	"Is that ALL you want to look at?"

	"That's all...for now, anyway..."

	Tom pulled down his sheet just to the top of his pelvis. He was
neatly bandaged with gauze and adhesive, but there was no sign of bleeding
through the bandage, a fact which pleased Blaine.

	"Everything OK?"

	"Looks pretty good. You must've had a very talented doctor
operating on you."

	"Yeah, I've heard he's the best!"

	"That's what I hear everytime I go home!"

	"From your wife?"

	"Yes! She's a big fan of mine."

	"Are you a big fan of hers?"

	"There's no one like Maggie!"

	"I guess I'm supposed to ask you, if there's no one like Maggie,
what the fuck were you doing sticking your dick in a restroom glory hole?"

	"I think I've asked myself that about a thousand times over the
past forty-eight hours."

	"Did you find a satisfactory answer?"

	"Not yet...", Blaine confessed.

	"Perhaps you were as attracted to me as I was to you, Doctor."

	"I don't think so. You see, you KNEW that it was I, but I had no
idea it was YOU on the other side of the booth."

	"Touché, Doc! Score one for you!"

	"Can you raise up enough to let me check your ribs?"

	"I might need you to brace me."

	"That's OK."

	Blaine put one arm around the back of Tom's ribcage and slowly
pulled him up to a sitting position. This put Tom's lips about three inches
from Blaine's mouth. Neither of them moved as they inhaled each other's
breath coming from their hot nostrils. Both of them fought the urge to lean
forward to kiss the other...even though it might have been what they both
wanted.

	Blaine whispered, "Can you sit up like this unsupported?"

	"I...I'll try..."

	"Good. I just want to touch your ribs very gently."

	"Touch anything you like, Doctor..."

	"Tom, please stop with your innuendos. I'm trying to be as
professional as I know how."

	"Me, too, Doc!" Tom replied as he took the next step by placing his
lips on Blaine's and kissed him hard. Blaine tried as much as he could to
pull back from Tom's mouth, but it was awkward because Blaine was holding
Tom up and Tom was holding onto Blaine for support. If Blaine were to let
go, Tom would fall backward and hurt his broken ribs and so Blaine had no
alternative, but to allow the kiss. When Tom tried to force his tongue
between Blaine's lips, Blaine's first instinct was to bite Tom's tongue to
get him to end the kiss, but instead, for some reason, unknown to Blaine,
he let Tom enter his mouth and Blaine ravished Tom's tongue as if it were a
sweet delicacy.

	Several seconds later, Tom pulled his face back from Blaine's and
once again, Blaine was in control of the balance between their two
bodies. Blaine eased Tom back on his pillow and stepped away from the bed.

	"DAMN YOU!" Blaine said, harshly. "WHY DID YOU DO THAT?"

	"I thought that's what you wanted---wasn't it?"

	"IT WASN'T WHAT I WANTED! NOT NOW...NOT EVER!!

	"Oh, so it's okay for me to put my mouth around your dick, but if I
put my mouth on your mouth, it's suddenly taboo? Jesus! I thought sharing
one's seed was more intimate than sharing a kiss...and believe me, Doctor,
you shared a LOAD of your seed with me!"

	"Tom, I swear to God, yesterday, when I removed your spleen, I wish
I had known how to cut that memory from your brain. I wish I could cut it
out of MY brain! I wish to God it had never happened! I...I'll be
regretting it for the rest of my life!"

	"Easy, Doc. Don't be too hard on yourself! By the time I've sucked
a dozen more, I will have forgotten about your dick completely!"

	"And is that supposed to comfort me?"

	"NO! I'm the patient and you're supposed to comfort me...or have
you forgotten?"

	"Tom, before I leave, I want us to get ONE THING STRAIGHT!"

	"That won't be me..."

	"You know what I mean!"

	"OK, DOC! What's up?...Or I could say, 'What's up, Doc!".

	"I just want it CLEAR between us that, just now, YOU kissed me and
I did NOT kiss you!"

	"Christ! We're the only two people in this room! Who's gonna know?
What difference does it make?"

	"It makes a LOT of difference to me! I came by to see you as my
patient. I did NOT come by to...to put a move on you!"

	"Are you sure you didn't come by for me to put a move on YOU?"

	"ABSOLUTELY!"

	"JESUS! If it means THAT much to you, I'll say it! I...I kissed you
and you tried to get away from me. Does that please you?"

	"Yes, it does!"

	"I suppose that means a blow job is out of the question...?"

	"God damn it, Tom! Stop that nonsense!"

	Just then, an RN walked into the room. She eyed Tom and then
Blaine.

	"Is everything all right in here?"

	"Yes, nurse!" Blaine replied.

	"I thought I heard shouting."

	"Uh...the patient's ribcage was a little sore and I'm afraid I
touched him too roughly!"

	"Oh. I'm sorry for intruding, Doctor," the nurse replied and
started to leave.

	"Oh, Nurse?" Tom called to her.

	"Yes?"

	"That chaplain, Father Todd. Is he on duty?"

	"I'm sorry? What chaplain?"

	"The one who came by to visit me yesterday. He's a Catholic
priest. His name is Father Todd Benton."

	"I'm sorry, Mr. Chastain, but this hospital doesn't have a
chaplain."

	"Maybe you just don't know him...!"

	"I've been an RN here for fifteen years and I should know if we
have a chaplain or not," she replied stiffly.

	"Where's your chapel? On the first floor?"

	"We don't have a chapel, Mr. Chastain." The nurse looked at Blaine
to see if he felt that perhaps Tom was hallucinating. Blaine, on the other
hand, didn't know what was going on and so he remained still.

	Tom continued. "He was wearing a black suit,
turned-around-collar. He had one of those scarves around his neck and was
carrying some kind of book...a testament or prayer book. He was about
twenty-five years old...nice looking with black hair and dark eyes. He sat
and talked with me for about half an hour."

	"I...I'll ask some of the other nurses at the desk if they saw
anyone matching that description, Mr. Chastain, but...I know nothing about
a chaplain here at Epperson General."  The nurse left the room.

	"What was all that about, Tom?" Blaine asked.

	"I'm NOT going nuts! I saw him. He was sitting here...sitting in
THAT chair!"

	"If you say so, I'll believe you."

	"You DON'T believe me! I can tell that you're placating me. I hate
condescension from ANYONE!"

	"Maybe you misunderstood what he said. He could have been some
priest visiting another patient and stopped by your room to see you."

	"That's fucking crazy! He knew ALL about my fight and how I was
beaten. He had read my chart!"

	"Tom, you know no unauthorized person can read ANYONE'S chart!"

	"Well, he surely knew all about me!"

	"I suggest that, if he comes by again, you press your call light
and get the nurse down here to verify your visitor!"

	"Don't worry. I'll hogtie him with a sheet and make sure that he
stays here..."

	"Just be careful and don't overexert yourself and, for God's sake,
watch your incision!"

	"Are you leaving now?"

	"I think I've been here long enough, don't you?"

	"Will I see you tomorrow?"

	"You'll see me or Doctor Whitcomb...one of us!"

	"Do you think I should put the make on him if he comes by?"

	Blaine laughed for the first time since he had entered Tom's
room. "THAT, I'd pay to see!"

	"If he's your partner, he MUST be good looking or at least, hung!"

	"Perhaps twenty-five or thirty years ago, he was both!"

	"Old, huh?"

	"Older than I..."

	"I'll bet I could resurrect him!"

	"OK! I'LL come by tomorrow! I don't want you giving my partner a
myocardial infarction."

	"Thanks!"

	"Do you need something stronger for your pain?"

	"About eight inches should do it!"

	"I'll leave a new prescription with the nurse, but NOT an eight
inch one...and yes, I WILL be by tomorrow afternoon to see you."

	"Oh, if you see a priest...like the one I described to you, ask him
to stop in to see me."

	"Why? Do you feel like you need religion?"

	"No, but if he had stayed five minutes longer yesterday, I would
have defrocked him and deflocked him before he knew what was happening!"

	"He was sexy, huh?"

	"Who looks at faces?"

	Blaine left to go home.

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MONDAY MORNING

	Kent and Tom arrived at the sperm bank at eight o'clock. The clinic
had been recommended by Blaine and he had written a doctor's referral for
Kent. The 'bank' specialized in cryogenics and would store Kent's frozen
sperm indefinitely for a monthly or annual fee. Rex handed the admissions
lady his credit card and told her to keep it on file and renew it when the
next pay period was due.

	A nurse asked Kent to accompany her to a private room and told Rex
he could wait in the anteroom as the procedure shouldn't take too long.

	"Excuse me, Miss?" Kent said to the nurse.

	"Yes?"

	"I...I want him to go with me."

	"Oh? Most men can't perform in front of another male," she replied.

	"Well, frankly, I don't think I can perform UNLESS he's in the with
me..."

	"Very well," She said after a long look at both men, then she
nodded to Rex to follow them.

	Once they were inside the room, she showed Kent a lavatory with
sterilizing soap and told him after she left, he should take off his
trousers and wash his private parts thoroughly to avoid any germs getting
mixed with his semen. She gave me a pair of sterile gloves and a sanitized
cloth to dry off the excess water. She showed him the plastic cups with the
blue lids to gather his emission and asked if he would like some erotic
magazines or short-story paperback books to help him get excited.

	Kent laughed quietly and told her, "Take a look at my friend..."
The nurse turned and gave Rex the once over. Kent continued by saying, "Do
you think I need magazines when I've got him?  I mean, you're a
healthy-looking woman, don't you think HE could get YOU excited?"

	"You...you're a couple?"

	"BOY! ARE WE!" Kent exclaimed, while making Rex blush from
self-consciousness.

	"In that case, NO TOUCHING with your partner unless HE'S wearing
sterile gloves as well."

	"Thanks!"

	"Now is there anything else I can do for you?"

	"No, ma'am!" Kent said. "We can take it from here!"

	The nurse left.

	"You asshole!" Rex said, smiling. "You've jerked off thousands of
times WITHOUT me being present! WHY NOW!"

	"If my sperm is to create a baby some day, I want to fill the cup
while I'm fantasizing about you. My mother used to say that baby's are
'marked' at birth!"

	"Marked?"

	"You know. If a woman sees something, say like an animal while
she's carrying an embryo, chances are that the baby might come out looking
like that animal, maybe a goose or a turkey!"

	"GOD! I've hooked up with a blithering idiot!" Rex said. "Come on,
drop your trou, wash your dick and let's get down to business!"

	"You're gonna drop your pants too, aren't you?"

	"Why, for Chrissakes? I'm not here to deposit sperm."

	"Yeah, but I gotta look at you naked when I cum."

	"Let me lock the goddamned door. If that nurse walks back in and
sees us BOTH naked, she'll think I'm the one depositing the sperm in YOUR
cup."

	There WAS a lock on the door, thank God, and Rex went over and
securely fastened it.

	Kent was the first to take off his pants. He followed the nurse's
instructions concerning cleanliness and then donned his latex gloves. Rex
was still fully clothed.

	"Come on now, let me see what you're hiding behind your zipper to
get me hard!"

	"For crying out loud!" Rex said. "All right, IF this will help
you..."

	Rex undid the buckle on his pants, removed them and his briefs and
placed his and Kent's clothes over the back of a chair.

	"WOW! You ARE exciting to look at!"

	"Well, if you're excited, get to jerking!"

	"How much do you love me?"

	"You have to ask that NOW?"

	"Look, I'm doing what I can to make OUR baby, so a little foreplay
should be in order!" Kent said.

	"You KNOW how much I love you...enough to change my WHOLE life. I
gave up a harem of horny women for you!"

	"Do you regret it?"

	"Hell, no! THAT'S how much I love you!"

	"Then come closer..."

	Rex took four steps forward until he was practically nose-to-nose
with his lover.

	"Now what?" Kent dropped to his knees and inserted Rex's penis into
his mouth as he began to masturbate himself. He held the cup in one
hand. "Oh my God! Baby!", exclaimed Rex, "If I had any doubts about loving
you, they've all just vanished!"

	Kent sucked on Rex as he jerked with his right hand. Actually, it
was Rex who climaxed first. As soon as Kent swallowed, then HE
came...almost filling the cup to the brim. He tightly placed the lid on the
receptacle, placed it next to the lavatory and turned to kiss Rex.

	Rex put both arms around Kent and held him closely. Perhaps their
double climax was symbolic, but Kent felt that they had made the baby juice
together. Maybe a teeny particle of Rex's sperm had gone through Kent's
body and the two specimens had mixed together to become one. This sounded
absurd, but as long as Kent was satisfied with his idea, who was Rex to
disagree?

	"Wanna fill another cup?" Rex joked.

	"I think there's enough in that cup to fertilize a new nation!
We'll call it Kentrex!"

	"I kinda like that!...A whole nation of male gay children!"

	"They WILL need females to procreate."

	"Then we'll move to an island next to Lesbos! Those lezzies can
have the children, they can keep the girls and we'll raise the boys...like
puppies." Kent laughed out loud! Looking pleased, Rex said, "Oh, my little
love, it's so good to hear you laugh! We'll find LOTS of things to laugh at
as the years go by."

	"Not counting all the women in our lives, Rex, we've practically
spent all of our adult life together!"

	"As I said, it's only the beginning. Next week, Blaine will do your
surgery. You'll get well and if you like, after graduation, we can dig a
moat around the house and keep the world out...except for the grocery boy
who'll deliver our food!"

	"You DO have hope that everything's gonna be all right, don't you?"

	"I believe it with ALL my heart, Kent. If there's any worrying to
do, let ME do it. You just concentrate on getting stronger and healthier
while dreaming up special things we can do in the bedroom!"

	"Kiss me before we get dressed."

	"Only if the kiss won't lead to another orgasm. That last one made
me weak!"

	The two lovers embraced and shared half a dozen kisses before
dressing and going back outside to present the plastic trophy to the nurse.

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	After Rex drove Kent back home, he headed downtown to have lunch
with Blaine as he'd promised. Kent turned on the TV and found ESPN Classic
to watch a rerun of the Florida/Ohio National Championship football game.

	On his way to Blaine's office, Rex felt happier than any time in
his life. Regardless of the number of women Rex had dated and screwed,
never once had he told any one of them that he loved them. Thinking back,
the only person Rex had EVER said, 'I love you' to was his sister,
Maggie. But his love for Kent was totally different. He was
head-over-heels, madly in love with Kent. He belonged to Kent and Kent was
HIS forever! Rex had never 'belonged' to ANYONE...not even his
parents...and it was a new feeling...one that caused him to get goosebumps
and a lump in his throat. With the windows rolled up in his car, Rex
screamed at the top of his voice, "I LOVE KENT STEVENSON AND I DON'T GIVE A
DAMN WHO KNOW IT!"

	He suddenly remembered he was going to tell the team about his
relationship with Kent later that afternoon. 'Well, shit! If they don't
like it or can't accept it, fuck ALL of them!' The team as a whole had no
idea what they're missing by not having sex with another guy. It was better
than any woman Rex had ever fucked. No vagina...not even a virgin's could
possibly be as tight-fitting as a man's anus! Women CERTAINLY didn't know
how to give good head because they had no concept of a man's favorite spot
on his genitals! YEP! A person HAD to have a dick to know how to appreciate
one!

	Rex reflected on the thoughts he'd just had and wondered just how
much he could say to Blaine. In Rex's mind, Blaine was going through a
psychological transformation from being straight to, well, at least 'bi'
curious! Rex had watched the Marilyn Monroe movie, 'The Seven Year Itch'
when married men reach a point of decision whether to cheat or not...only,
there were no other women in the world like Maggie, so the only thing
Blaine could do would be to engage in an experiment with someone of the
same sex. NO ONE would or could cheat on Maggie! There was no reason to
cheat on her with another woman...she was the best! Then again, Maggie and
Blaine had just celebrated their seventh wedding anniversary and Blaine
must be getting the itch that comes with it!

	Parking his car next to Blaine's in the parking lot, he entered
Blaine's office. He flirted with Phoebe, who ALWAYS enjoyed Rex's company,
bantering with her until Blaine was ready to go to lunch.

	"I hear you had quite a celebration at the Country Club last
night," Phoebe said, smiling.

	"Word surely got around quick, didn't it?" Rex replied.

	"I just want you to know how happy I am for you. Kent caught my eye
the first time he came in to see Dr. Rogers. He's a fine, handsome young
man!"

	"Sexy, too!" Rex said, grinning.

	"I have no doubt about that!"

	"I love him, Phoebe. I know that sounds strange coming from
me...but I DO!"

	"Rex, I'm so pleased that you're so 'open' about your new
relationship. You'd be amazed at the number of young men who can't accept
their sexuality and try to do harsh things to themselves out of guilt!"

	"Either that or their parent's MAKE them feel guilty or just don't
accept them!"

	"I'm curious, Rex. Is Kent your first boyfriend?"

	"You ought to know that! I've never even looked at another guy,
romantically, except Kent! Why did you ask?"

	"It's just that most young men come out or have gay experiences
while they're much younger than you or Kent!"

	"I think we're more astonished, or more so, than anyone. I mean,
we've been best friends since Sherman burned Atlanta, I guess, and we only
just found out what we REALLY felt about each other, just last weekend."

	"I heard that Maggie was pleased by your choice!"

	"HA! Maggie would've been pleased if I had chosen Donald Trump or
the witch in the 'Wizard of Oz'! She's always wanted me to settle down like
her and Blaine."

	"Well, God knows, THEY'RE a match made in heaven!"

	Blaine came through the door to the anteroom. "You ready?"

	"As I'll ever be..."

	"Phoebe, I have my cell, if you need me for an emergency. Rex and I
are gonna grab a bite of lunch and I should return in about an hour."

	"It's a light day. I'm sure Dr. Whitcomb can handle the overflow,
should there be one!"

	Blaine and Rex started to leave, but not before Rex leaned down to
kiss Phoebe on the cheek!

	"I thought you didn't like women any more," Blaine joked.

	"Blaine, when a woman is a ravishing beauty, like Phoebe, I...I
just can't help myself!"

	"Oh, pshaw!" Phoebe replied, dropping her head.

	"Where we going, Doctor Rogers?" Rex asked.

	"Have you ever been to a place called the Vir Gin Rickey?"

	"Nope."

	"Good. What I have to say to you, I think, can be better explained
if we eat there!"

	"Suits me!"

	Blaine and Rex left to get into Blaine's car.


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	When Blaine parked the car half a block down from the Vir Gin
Rickey, Rex looked at the bar-restaurant they were approaching, then looked
at Blaine and inquired, "Is THIS the place you were talking about?"

	"Uh huh..."

	"But isn't THIS a gay bar?"

	"Not one-hundred percent," Blaine replied.

	"Well, then, Blaine, I have a pretty good idea what you want to
discuss at lunch and I must say you're right, this would seem to be the
right setting. I'm curious, though. Have you been here before?"

	"Only once. Come on in. Since you're headed to football practice
and I'm going back to MY medical practice, I think we'd both better skip
the alcohol drinks and have coffee or tea with lunch."

	"That's great idea."

	Even though it was just past noon, the restaurant/bar was just as
dark in the day as it was that night when Blaine had had his encounter with
Tom. As fate would have it, the waiter picked up two menus and asked Blaine
and Rex to follow him to a table...the very same table where Rex had sat a
few nights earlier.

	"Would you care for cocktails, gentlemen?" the waiter asked.

	"Thank you, but no. Both of us are on our lunch hour and we'd
better stay stone sober."

	"Very good, sir."

	"Do you have a noontime specialty you'd recommend?"

	"Not really a specialty..."

	Blaine looked at the waiter and asked, "If YOU came in to order a
quick lunch, what would YOU order?"

	"Oh, that would be easy for me, sir. I'd have a cup of our New
England clam chowder with a turkey and Swiss melt on a Kaiser roll."

	"What do YOU think about that, Rex?" Blaine asked.

	"Sounds good to me!"

	"Good! We'll have THAT for two!"

	"Wise choice, sir...and what would you care to drink?"

	"Iced tea," Blaine replied.

	"Make that TWO," Rex echoed and the waiter left.

	"How was Kent's morning at the sperm bank? He DID go, didn't he?"

	"Don't laugh, but it was delightful!"

	"My God, what did you do...WATCH?"

	"Let's say...in my own way, I..uh...participated."

	"Good God! You ARE gay!" Blaine shook his head.

	"You still don't believe it, do you, Blaine?"

	"I was drunk when I got home from the Country Club after Maggie's
big announcement, but the thought of you and Kent becoming gay overnight?
It kept me awake most of the night!"

	"Well, there's no reason for you to lose any more sleep. Kent and I
are very happy and, yes, VERY much in love!"

	"I just don't get it, Rex. You two were best friends forever---what
brought about the change? When did you both decide how you really felt?"

	"Blaine, if the truth be known, I think YOU had a lot to do with
it!"

	"I? How, for God's sake?"

	"It started when you were showing us how to get off by stimulating
our prostate glands. I doubt that either Kent or I would have EVER thought
about it, much less, tried DOING it. But I got excited and Kent got
excited...and somehow, I felt that YOU got excited at the time...and after
you left...we were both turned on...I mean REALLY turned on...and like two
pubescent teens, we experimented...one thing led to another and we found a
new way to experience sex...more wonderful than either Kent or I had ever
known! Suddenly, we were both naked, hugging, kissing, rolling around in
bed, touching each other in places we'd never dreamed of touching...and
before I knew it, I was telling Kent I was in love with him...and he said
the same to me!"

	"Thank God, I didn't demonstrate bestiality to you two or you might
have fallen in love with a German Shepherd! So that was it?"

	"That was the quick version, but that's exactly what happened."

	"Okay, Rex, as long as we're revealing secrets...do I have your
word that what I'm about to tell you, Maggie will never hear about? I KNOW
how close the two of you are, but...but this could end Maggie's and my
marriage."

	"Good Lord, Blaine! What did you do?"

	"You swear NOT to tell?"

	"I swear. I won't even tell Kent if you ask me not to..."

	"You don't feel an urge to pee, do you?"

	"Well, kinda...I guess I could. Why?"

	"Rex, what I want you to do is go into the men's room...right there
beside the bar; go into the center booth...if it's vacant...pee and come
back to talk with me?"

	"Jesus Christ! What's the big mystery?"

	"Just do as I ask, buddy."

	Rex got up and went into the men's room. While he was gone, the
waiter brought the silverware and the iced tea. Blaine thanked him and the
waiter left to go back into the kitchen. A couple of minutes later, Rex
came back from the restroom and sat down again.

	"So?" Rex asked.

	"Did you happen to notice that cutout in the wall in the middle
booth?"

	"Yeah, it's a glory hole."

	"You're familiar with a glory hole?"

	"Sure, Blaine! I wasn't born yesterday."

	"Have...have you ever felt the urge to...to put your penis inside a
glory hole and have it serviced sexually?"

	"I haven't done it...but I HAVE been tempted. I mean, when you look
down and see an open mouth and a lapping tongue just INVITING you to have
your dick sucked...it took a lot of willpower and stamina NOT to do it!"

	"I'm afraid I don't have your willpower OR stamina. I...I gave
in...a few nights ago..."

	"YOU...YOU GOT A BLOW JOB AT A GLORY HOLE?"

	"Sssh...not so loud!...but, yes, I did."

	"How was it?"

	"A bit unnerving, to say the least."

	"Did you keep it there until you...you know, ejaculated?"

	"I'm afraid so...only, I was so excited, I came more than I ever
could remember."

	"WOW! You and I had our first male blow jobs in the same week!"

	"Yes, but I wasn't in love with my...my 'satisfier' as you are with
Kent."

	"Did you see who it was?"

	"Not at first..."

	"Well, did you meet him later? Go home with him?"

	"No...I didn't go home with him...but I DID see him later that
night."

	"Where? In your car?"

	"YOU CAN'T REPEAT THIS, REX! No, goddammit, it was one of my
patients who had followed me from my office!"

	"JESUS! He must REALLY have had the hots for you!"

	"He said he did, anyway!"

	"So where did you see him later?"

	"In the hospital..."

	"He WORKS THERE?"

	"No, he's a patient there."

	"Blaine, I'm all confused. Take your time and tell me what
happened."

	"Well, it seems that I was first on his list and after
he...serviced me, he did the same to two other men and the last one beat
him up...broke some bones, cut him, even penetrated his spleen. I had to
remove it surgically."

	"GOD! What a first-time experience YOU must've had! So, is he gonna
be all right?"

	"Hopefully, yes."

	"You don't think he'll blackmail you by telling Maggie, do you?"

	"I don't believe so. He's...well, I got the feeling he has a crush
on me."

	"Blaine, now answer me, truthfully! Do you have any feelings for
him?"

	"I don't know, Rex...and it's bothering me."

	"You said that you thought you had some feelings for Kent..."

	"Yes, I guess I did...and that nearly drove me nuts for about a
week. I'm straight, Rex. I'm married to your sister. I love Maggie with all
my heart...and I can't understand HOW or WHY, but I'm suddenly attracted to
young men."

	"A week ago, I might have said the same thing about me, Blaine, but
now...since I'm in love with Kent...I can't believe I was ever straight. I
never loved any of the women I dated. I really didn't like kissing them."

	"That's another thing...I told you that I kissed Kent in my
office."

	"Yes, and he mentioned it to me...but he said it wasn't like a real
kiss...more like yours and his lips touched for an instant."

	"Actually, that's what happened."

	"Let's speculate on a 'what if' for a minute. IF you weren't
married to Maggie, would you chance having sex with this patient of yours?"

	"IF Maggie weren't in my life...I might!"

	"Gosh, Blaine. I...I don't know what to tell you. You know how
liberal Maggie is...Would you have the courage to talk to HER about this
problem?"

	"GOD, NO!"

	"Who knows? Maggie just might be willing to let you have a fling
and get it out of your system. She, YOU, and I...ALL three know that she
would never leave you...no matter what!"

	"Yes, but the guilt trip it would put on my libido! I...I don't
know if I could face her, let alone make love to her after I'd had sex with
a man!"

	"It MIGHT just spice up your sex life with Maggie. She'd spend
hours on end trying to show you that she could please you more than ANY
man!"

	"I wish I could believe you, Rex."

	"LOOK! I KNOW my sister and I know the way she thinks. TALK WITH
HER. SHE won't leave you...not now, not ever."

	While Rex was finishing his last remark, Blaine noticed a young man
going into the restroom. It was dark and he could barely make out what he
THOUGHT he saw. The man was wearing a black suit, a clerical collar, a
white stole around his neck and he was carrying a small book.

	"Rex, would you excuse me for a minute. I...I suddenly have the
urge to pee."

	"HA! Don't stick your dick in the hole!"

	"Don't worry...!"

	Blaine got up from the table as the waiter was bringing the chowder
and sandwiches. Blaine went inside the restroom to go to the center stall,
but it was occupied...and so Blaine went inside the booth on the
right...the one adjacent to the glory hole booth. Blaine didn't really have
to pee and so he unbuckled his trousers and sat down on the toilet.

	In the next booth, Blaine could hear the man in the black suit
urinating. When he finished, he flushed the commode and stayed inside the
booth without leaving. Blaine felt a tinge of fear in his gut and held his
breath. About one minute later, Blaine saw an erect penis protruding
through the glory hole...pointing directly at him. Without waiting another
second, Blaine ripped off some toilet paper and pretended to wipe
himself. Then quickly he stood up, fastened his trousers, flushed the
toilet and left the booth ASAP.

	Blaine stepped out of the restroom, but stood there waiting by the
door. Rex saw him and held up his cup of chowder to indicate that their
food had arrived, but Blaine ignored him as if he hadn't seen him.

	Five minutes later, the man in the black suit came out of the
restroom and Blaine bumped into him...accidentally on purpose, knocking the
book out of the stranger's hand. Blaine apologized and reached down to pick
up the book to hand it back to the man.

	Then Blaine spoke, "I'm awfully sorry."

	"That's quite all right...Accidents WILL happen," the man replied.

	Next Blaine took a big risk..."Say, don't I KNOW you?"

	"I don't believe so..."

	"I KNOW! I think I saw you at Epperson General Hospital
yesterday. Were you there visiting?"

	"Uh...uh, yes, I WAS there, briefly!"

	"I THOUGHT SO! I guess being a priest keeps you busy, running back
and forth from your church to the hospital."

	"Yes, there's never a moment's peace...in spite of being a man of
God."

	"My name is Fred Bearden! I'm in insurance. I go to the hospital
from time to time to see if my clients are getting what they paid for...and
your name?"

	"I...I'm Father Todd Benton..."

	"Nice to meet you, Father. Is your church nearby?"

	"Yes, I'm at St. Augustine's on Willow Street. You must come by
some Sunday!"

	"Oh, I'm afraid I couldn't. I have six kids and my wife had all of
them baptized as Southern Baptists and she'd never let me attend a Catholic
mass, if you know what I mean!"

	"Yes, we worship the same God, but the Baptists and the Catholics
see things differently."

	"Boy, you can say that again!" Blaine replied. "Well, it's nice
meeting you and again, I'm sorry for bumping into you as I did."

	"That's quite all right!"

	"I hope I see you again at the hospital, Father."

	"I do, too!"

	The man turned and went out the front door. Blaine stood at the
restroom door, physically shaking from his 'spiritual' encounter. He had
recognized the priest's name from his conversation with Tom. Now Blaine
wondered if a man of God could commit a hate crime?


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(To be continued in "But Who Knows Where Or When?" Chapter ten...next
week.)