Date: Thu, 12 Feb 2004 16:36:14 EST
From: RitchChristopher@cs.com
Subject: Hawthorne-Awakening-4

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                            Hawthorne Awakening

                                    by

                             Ritch Christopher


                                Part Four


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	Since he was expecting no one to join him, Steve sat at the lunch
counter at Katie's. His mind was on instant playback, reliving the night
before at Motel 6. Though he had seldom felt anything about anyone's
feelings but his own, suddenly he hoped he hadn't hurt Noah. He realized
how disappointed Noah must have been from his failed seduction, but Steve
considered the alternative, the one that Johnny had so vividly painted
during their phone conversation. Had he given in to Noah's desires, would
he still feel like a man? Would Noah have been just another "notch" as
Johnny had suggested?

	Granted, the lights had been turned out when he held Noah, but was
his raging hard on brought about by Noah, or the just idea of being in bed
with another human being, preferably a woman? DEFINITELY a woman! he told
himself. He vowed he would never find himself in a similar situation with
his best friend's brother. No more "dates"! No more being alone with Noah!
Only with another person or group of guys.

	Randy entered Katie's, but he was not accompanied by Ty, as
usual. He saw Steve at the counter and sat in the elevated swinging stool
beside him.

	"Hey, bro," Randy said.

	"Hey! Where's your Siamese twin?"

	"Aw, his mom pitched a fit, claimin' that Ty never did anything
around the house to help her. So, he's payin' for his guilt by paintin' the
shutters on their house."
	                                                                                                "And
you're not helpin' him?"

	"Fuck, no!" Randy exclaimed. "If my mom found out that I was
helping Ty's mom, she'd have me paintin' our whole house. I ain't ready to
do that, so Ty can paint his own fuckin' shutters."

	"Where's Wade?"

	"Who knows?"

	"Randy, can I ask you somethin'?"

	"Why not?"

	"Do you think Wade might be queer?"

	"You mean sexually?"

	"How else would I mean it?"

	"Oh, Wade's queer all right, but I don't think he likes guys. Why
do you ask?"

	"He's never dated a girl, or at least I've never even seen him look
at one."

	"If Wade's mother was your mother, you think you'd date girls?"

	"You know, every time you, Ty, Hal, and me used to jerk off when we
went skinny-dippin', Wade was never around."

	"Oh, he was around a couple of times."

	"When?"

	"A couple of times when we were floggin' our logs, just off the
creek bed, I seen him hidin' around a tree, lookin' at us. He didn't let on
and I didn't neither the next time I saw him."

	"He was watchin' us?"

	"Yep!"

	"Well, for Christ's sake, why didn't he join us? We weren't doin'
anything queer. Hell, everyone touched his own meat!"

	"I dunno. He's just shy about it."

	"You ever seen Wade naked?"

	"A few times at school in the locker room after gym. Why?"

	"Was his peter small?"

	"Hell, I don't know. Why do you ask?"

	"Well, the four of us ain't ashamed of the size of our boners, I
just thought if he was tiny, he might not want to show us what he hides."

	"Steve, JUST FOR YOU, the next time I see Wade naked, I'll run up
to him and measure him with a dollar bill. You know a dollar bill's six
inches long and if he's longer than that, I'll give you a full report."

	"Shit, I don't care how big his peter is and I don't WANT to
know. I was just curious why he stays to himself all the time. You know as
well as me, he pops a boner on Sunday mornin's, every time we talk about
our dates from the night before."

	"Well, maybe he don't have any girlie magazines at home to help him
get off. Our stories may be as close as he comes to porno. God knows, if
his mother found a "Playboy" under his bed, she'd have him down by the
creek being RE-baptized to wash away his sins in the Blood of the Lamb."

	"I guess you're right."

	"You know damn well I am."

	Katie came to the counter and took Randy's order--a double-cheese
burger, fries, and banana shake.

	"What did you do last night," Steve asked.

	"I picked up Minnie Frost and asked her out for 'seconds'."

	"Jesus! You gittin' serious over Minnie?"

	"Nope, I just liked what she done to me the first time."

	"Damn, what did she do? She didn't do nothin' special for me."

	"You've fucked her, too?"

	"Randy, how long have you and I been friends?"

	"Years and years."

	"How many girls can you name that I HAVEN'T fucked?"

	Randy thought for a few seconds. "None, least none that I can think
of."

	"Well, there you go!" Steve bragged. "Now what did Minnie do that
was so special."

	"Since you've already tested her waters, I'll tell you." Katie
brought a glass of water, a napkin, and a set of silverware and set it down
in front of Randy. He took the water, turned up the glass and drank the
entire contents. "Well, I took her out about a month ago, and we drove up
to Pine Hill and parked. We started kissin' and I started feelin' her
titties. One thing led to another, like always, and she took off her
sweater and brassiere and I went to workin' on her titties left and
right. Then I stuck my hand under her dress and started a little finger
fuckin' and I had this hangnail on my middle finger. I was hopin' it
wouldn't scratch her or somethin'. She got all wet and I pulled my finger
out, only my hangnail was like a fishhook, and I thought it had caught on a
bunch of her pubic hairs inside her. I tried to pry my finger free and it
wouldn't budge. I knew it was gonna hurt her, but I yanked my finger and it
was caught on this string attached to her tampon."

	"My God!" Steve laughed. "What did you do?"

	"When I pulled it up to take a look, it was danglin' and drippin'
blood all over my jeans and my car seat. I didn't know who was the most
embarrassed, me or Minnie. One thing for sure, I knew I wasn't gonna fuck
her that night! So I rolled down my window and flung it off to the ground."
Randy realized his water glass was empty and he reached for Steve's glass
and downed it, as well.

	"What happened next?"

	"Both of us just sat there, lookin' at one another and then she
broke out in a big laugh...So I laughed, too. Then she looked at me and
said somethin' strange."

	"What? Don't keep me in suspense."

	"She reared back on the seat, faced me and said, 'If you're worried
about that one, I have another hole or two you can fuck!'"

	"What did she mean?"

	"She was talkin' about her asshole, stupid!"

	"AW, NO!" Steve said, pounding his head on the counter. "YOU
DIDN'T?"

	"Like hell I didn't. I sure as shit did."

	"IN HER ASS?"

	"You mean with all the girls you've fucked, you've never fucked an
asshole?"

	"NEVER! I SWEAR!"

	"Well, you've been missin' a lot then."

	"Damn, Randy! Wasn't it messy?"

	"Not as messy as goin' inside a bleedin' pussy!"

	"I mean, didn't you get shit and stuff on your dick?"

	"I couldn't see. It was dark."

	"What was it like, dude?"

	"You, the stud of Hawthorne, are askin' me how a fuck feels?"

	"A fuck in the ass, yes!"

	"Man, it was tight...so tight, I didn't think I'd ever get inside
her. But once I did, it was like puttin' my dick in the finger of a tight
kid glove. I realized that I'd been goin' in the wrong holes all my life."

	Steve laughed with amazement. Sure, he was the stud of Hawthorne,
but Randy had gone into unexplored territory. Steve also knew that Hal must
not have tried this adventure or he would have heard about it long ago.

	"Did you take her back to Pine Hill?"

	"Oh, no! I wanted to make a full night of it, so I took her to
Motel 6, over in Greenport!"

	Steve's face turned white and he faked a cough, reaching for his
now-empty water glass which Randy had drained. Randy watched him carefully.

	"I thought that would get a rise out of you," Randy added.

	"What do you mean?"

	"You know how Motel 6 is built like a 'U'?"

	"I...yeah, I guess."

	"Well, me and Minnie were up on the second floor and our window
looked out over the courtyard."

	"Oh, yeah?"

	"Yeah, and as I stared to close the curtain, I seen Noah, goin'
into the room on the other side."

	"Noah?" Steve asked, trying to sound innocent. "Are you sure?"

	"Of course. That's when I looked down and seen his mom's car in the
parking lot."

	"Damn! Wonder what he was doin' there? You don't think he was
meetin' somebody there?"

	"You tell me, Steve."

	"What the fuck is THAT supposed to mean."

	"Hell, I didn't close the curtains. I just turned the lights out
and watched to see if he was meetin' anyone."

	"What about Minnie?"

	"Oh, I fucked her in the ass, all right, but I made her get up on
all fours so I could get to her ass better...and the whole time, I kept an
eye peeled on Noah's door."

	"Did you ever see anyone go into his room?"

	"About two hours later when I was on my third fuck, I saw someone
standin' outside Noah's door. The person knocked and Noah opened the door."

	"My God! Who was she?"

	"Quit the bullshit, Steve, you know who it was...and it wasn't a
SHE!"

	Steve was stunned and sat silently, peering into this empty
glass. He didn't know how to respond to Randy. Fortunately, Katie broke the
silence when she brought Randy's food to him.

	"Anything else, Randy?" Katie asked.

	"Some extra mustard and ketchup, please."

	"I'll get your mustard, but there's a bottle of ketchup on the
counter, right in front of you!"

	"Oh, sorry, I didn't see it. Steve, would you hand me the ketchup?"

	"Huh? Yeah, oh sure."

	Steve handed the bottle of Heinz to Randy and neither of them said
another word until Katie brought the mustard and left them.

	"So," Randy began again, "you wanna tell me why you met Noah at
Motel 6?"

	"Not really, but it was very innocent, I assure you."

	"Does Hal know that you met his brother?"

	"God, no! And I don't want him to know until I'm ready to tell him!
So keep your fuckin' mouth shut!"

	"Oh, I ain't sayin' nothin'. I just wondered if you'd tell me the
truth."

	"What truth?"

	"Well, shortly after you went inside, the lights went off in Noah's
room."

	"You could see that?"

	"Hell, man, that's Motel 6. The curtains are thinner than pair of
panties."

	"Did Minnie see me go in?"

	"Hell, no! She had her face and mouth buried in a pillow so no one
could hear her screamin'."

	"Did you tell her?"

	"What for? She's a cunt. She's not a buddy like you, Hal, and
Ty. I'd never rat on one of you guys."

	"Thank God for somethin', I guess." Steve said.

	"So--?  You gonna tell me or what?"

	"Aw, the kid had some trouble with his folks and I...I don't know
whether they threw him out of the house or if he just got mad and left."

	"And then? He called you, huh?"

	"Yeah, he called me."

	"And you hurried like the Lone Ranger to his rescue."

	"Well, not exactly."

	"And that explains why he was driving his mom's car and why he
turned the lights out in the motel room after you got there. Huh?"

	Steve realized he had lied himself into a corner...Mrs. Carson's
car AND the lights. He face flushed and he squirmed, sitting on the counter
stool.

	"Okay, Randy, you got me! What can I say that'll satisfy you?"

	"The truth."

	"I told you the truth but you won't believe me."

	"Ah, no! You told me half the truth. Now I wanna hear all of it!"

	"Or what?"

	"Maybe if Hal knew as much as I do, he might be able to get the
whole story."

	"You wouldn't dare!"

	"Oh, wouldn't I?"

	"Randy, I'll take you outside and beat the shit out of you if you
say one word to Hal."

	"Then you ARE hidin' somethin'! Somethin' DID happen."

	"No, nothin' happened. Somethin' ALMOST happened, but it didn't!"

	"Explain...!"

	"You know I've been spendin' quite a lot of time with Noah since he
got home."

	"As if none of us noticed, huh?"

	"The kid is havin' a hard time sortin' out his...his sexuality, I
guess you'd call it."

	"And he asked YOU to help him?"

	"Yes, he did."

	"Why not ask Hal, his brother?"

	"There were things he didn't want Hal to know about."

	"But he didn't mind talkin' to you about them?"

	"That's about the size of it."

	"So what happened? Why did the lights go out?"

	"OK, this is between you and me. I don't want Hal to know nothin'
about this."

	"I'm listenin'..."

	"Randy, Noah's got this schoolboy crush on me. He thinks he's gay."

	"Oh, and what happened after the lights went out? Did you
straighten his sexuality out for him?"

	"NO! For the last time, Noah and me did NOT have sex."

	"I wouldn't blame you if you did."

	"What's that supposed to mean?"

	"I mean, he's got the cutest butt I've ever seen on a guy."

	"When did you start lookin' at guys' asses?"

	"I look a lot. So does Ty."

	"My God! Do you know what you're sayin'?"

	"Sure."

	"Are you tryin' to say if YOU had been in my shoes, and Noah had
called you instead of me to come to the motel, you'd've had sex with him?"

	"If he was willin'."

	"Jesus! I'm sittin' and talkin' to you and I suddenly think I don't
even know you."

	"I'm Randy, one of your closest friends."

	"Are you sayin' you've had sex with a guy?"

	"Only Ty."

	"Now I know you're bullshittin' me."

	"Wanna ask him?"

	"You're serious?"

	"Yep!"

	"For how long?"

	"Since we were around fifteen or so...and every time one of us got
horny and couldn't find a piece of pussy handy!"

	"Does Hal know about this?"

	"Shit, no! Ty and I always thought you and Hal were gettin' it on,
the same as us, and neither of you said anything about it, so we didn't
either!"

	"NEVER! NOT ONE TIME!"

	"Yeah, sure."

	"Do you mean if I HAD had sex with Noah, it wouldn't have bothered
you? I mean, you wouldn't have thought me queer?"

	"No more than I'd expect you to call me queer."

	"Shit! Randy! I don't know what to say."

	"Well, did you or DIDN'T you get it on with Noah?"

	"I told you 'no', and that was the truth."

	"And the lights?"

	"Noah was confused and lonely. He wanted me to hold him."

	"Uh oh."

	"Why 'uh oh'?"

	"Hell, all the time Ty and I have been foolin' around, we never
just HELD one another. That's when the queer part sets in...you know, with
the huggin', kissin', and lovin'. Sounds to me like Noah loves you."

	"He said he did."

	"And what about you? Do you love him?"

	"Damn, Randy, I ain't no fruitcake. You know I'd never tell Noah or
ANY guy that I loved him."

	"I seem to recall you've never said that to a girl either."

	"That's different."

	"Why? Noah and your harem all have assholes to fuck, don't they?"

	"Fuckin' assholes seems to be YOUR specialty. I've never done it,
remember?"

	"If ALL he wants is for you to fuck him, then go ahead. I won't say
a word to Hal about it."

	"I don' WANT to fuck him."

	"Just HOLD him, huh?"

	"I only did it ONCE for a very short time."

	"Noah didn't kiss you, did he?"

	"NO!...Well, yes, when I first entered the door."

	"Did you smack the shit out of him?"

	"No, of course not!"

	"Then you must've liked it!"

	"No, I didn't."

	"You told me that you didn't tell him you loved him, but
inside... deep inside, do you feel love for him?"

	"I...I'm not sure, Randy."

	"Double, 'uh oh'. You LOVE him."

	"I didn't say that!"

	"Not out loud to me, you didn't. But if you could see the
expression on your face right now, you'd know that you do."

	"God, I can't let Hal see it, if it's that obvious."

	"Whaccha gonna do about it, Steve?"

	"Well, first of all, I'm NOT gonna see him alone any more. I won't
let myself be trapped. I'll just ignore him the rest of the summer if I
have to until he goes back to military school."

	"You think you can do that?"

	"I've got to."

	"Okay, but I have a feelin' your dick's gonna be gettin' a lot of
solo action at night when you go to bed."

	"You don't know no such thing!"

	"Just wait and see! If I see you hobblin', comin' into Smiley's, I
know that either you've got blue balls or your dick is too sore to rub up
against your jeans when you try to walk!"

	"Shut up and finish your fuckin' cheeseburger."

	"I still say you're missin' out on a great tinge of
excitement. Just think of it! Think how tight Noah's ass will feel the
first time you go inside him."

	Randy's last remark caused some reaction in his jeans that Steve
could feel suddenly. He got up and stormed out of Katie's before Randy
could see the rising bulge.

	"I gotta go, Randy, and remember...keep your fuckin' mouth
shut. Don't say anything to Hal, to Ty, to Wade, to NOBODY!"

	"I was just thinkin' how funny it would be to see Wade's jeans
swell up if you told him you'd fucked Noah. It might open a few doors for
him."

	"Well, Wade'll never hear that from me...or YOU EITHER!"

	Steve left in a huff. Randy dipped his last fry into the catsup and
smiled as he watched Steve drive away.


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