Date: Thu, 19 Jun 2014 08:57:53 -0400
From: preecherdave@gmail.com
Subject: Unexpected 10

Unexpected 10

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Previously

"Father Gregory. An unexpected pleasure...." He cut me off with a long plea
for help. "His name? He is there right now. Can you give me some background
information?" I listened to him. What had I done to deserve this? OK, I
said that I would help if I could. What could I do? OK, James you run a
business and manage people all the time. You do have experience with
difficult situations. Do it. It is a challenge. Little did I know how this
would turn out. "I would like you to be there or at least close by. OK, I
can be there by 7:30."

What had gotten myself into? I was to meet and deal with an 17 almost 18
year old boy whose mother belonged to the church. The young lad was having
problems with his father who had asked Father Gregory in desperation 'to
talk some sense into him'.

Philip suggested that he drive me and he would go for a coffee or stay
close by. We arrived at 7:15. Father Gregory looked out of sorts and told
me that he was out of his depth on this one. We were meeting in one of the
parish meeting rooms. I entered to see not a boy but a young man sprawled
out on the couch. He looked at me with disdain but maybe a flicker of
interest. He didn't stand or even move.

I tried the civil approach. "I'm James'" holding out my hand. With almost
no interest and certainly no manners, he looked at me but didn't bother
with my hand, he managed to almost growl out, barely disguising his ill
temper, Jeremy.

I admit that anger washed over me but I managed to quell it. I decided to
play his game for a bit. I kept telling myself to stay calm and cool. I sat
down heavily in the comfortable chair opposite him and sprawled my legs out
slouching in my chair just like him and stared at him.



Present

We sat staring at each other. As I suspected, he broke first. "What do you
want?" He now looked a little uneasy. "You wouldn't fucking understand
anything anyway." I noticed that he had straighten his legs and was sitting
up straighter.

I decided to do what I had done when I had sat down sprawling as he did, I
sat up straighter and then let myself copy his mode of speech. "Well, at
least give me a fucking chance! Try me." I think I heard a little gasp from
Father Gregory outside the room. Luckily Jeremy was too wound up with his
problems and didn't hear it.

Jeremy's eyes actually brightened a bit. "I can't do anything right. He is
a tradesman; he wants me to follow in his footsteps. He thinks all my
studying is just to make myself better than him so I laid off my studies
and now he is a upset because my teachers are calling. I don't speak Polish
and I speak English way better than he does, above my station he calls
it. I like language and big words. He likes hockey and I play soccer and he
calls it a game for pussies and pansies. Then there are his anti gay and
anti everything rants. We got into a yelling match today so he called
Father Gregory to talk some sense into me. Now I have to embarrass myself
in front of a complete stranger." Boy, was he wound up. He had a lot on his
plate. I decided on a new tact.

"He doesn't like football? Has he ever been to a match? You need stamina
and skill for football."

"How would you know?" It was the first time he lowered his voice. It was a
genuine question.

"I practice and play a couple of times a week. Yep, even in the winter." I
had answered the question in his eyes. "What position do you play? No! Let
me guess. From your build, midfielder or striker, probably striker. Lean
and mean."

The first smile, "Striker."

"If you are any good, we could use another striker when you turn 18." I
gave him the information about the team. "I find it interesting that you
mention right at the start the anti gay rants of your father. Was there a
reason for that?"

I saw the fear cross his face and his eyes started to water up. "I told you
that you wouldn't understand." Not angry anymore just sad, wistful.

I grabbed my telephone and dialled Philip. "Where are you? .... Good. Need
you now." I looked at Jeremy. "Give me a moment. I think that I might
understand more than you think." Philip had been in the church office and
his smiling face appeared at the door in a couple of minutes. Seemed
longer.

"Jeremy, my partner, Philip."

His eyes bulged and his eyebrows raised. "Business or life?"

Having lost the attitude and bad manners, a bright guy and well spoken; he
did use English well. "Life."

"Your not shitting me?" I just looked at him. "OK, OK, I am sorry. That
whole question just has me so unsure of who I am and what I am. My father
hates gays. They are unnatural."

"Now we are getting somewhere." Philip would you get Father Gregory. One
sec, is that OK Jeremy?"

"You are the first adult to treat me like an adult. I guess he asked you to
see me. He must have had his reasons. Yeah that is OK as long as he keeps
this between us."

Philip disappeared and they stayed long enough to make even me wonder if
the Father had wandered off. They came in.

"Father Gregory, Jeremy wants to talk about some very private things. Can
you keep this between us?"

With a smile, "As long as it is not about murdering someone or theft, I
would treat it like the confessional between us and God."

Jeremy relaxed and talked at length. It was the same as my story and
Philip's. Experimentation with hands only, dreams about guys and not being
drawn to girls. He looked almost relieved to have talked to someone about
it. I bet that he was but still apprehensive. My heart went out to him, a
difficult time in ones life. The father compounded it and that was probably
the reason why he and Jeremy were having problems. In addition, the father
appeared to Jeremy to be drinking more. A really difficult situation.

Me, "OK now ...."

"You are going to talk some sense into me."

He had just the right tone of voice and we all chuckled. "No, you are going
to tell us the sensible things that you are going to do. We are going to
draw up a little strategic plan. Do you know what that means?"

"Well I am going to give some strategies. Nothing as detailed as the German
Von Shlieffen plan for World War One." I was right, a bright kid. We could
work with him. I was beginning to like the new Jeremy.

We worked on it. It basically involved getting his grades back up. Helping
around the house and staying out of his fathers way, avoiding
confrontation. It did not involve giving up soccer or his job at the Metro
(a supermarket chain in Canada). Finally, he was to be very careful about
any involvements that he had with guys. He had told us that there was a
guy, Trent, with whom he had had a couple of encounters, a guy from the
football team.

I asked Father Gregory to explain the churches position on homosexuality
and sex before marriage, for the record. Father Gregory looked relieved
that I had done that. He was a good man and I was becoming more impressed
with him as I worked with him. He gave a really good explanation, not in
the least judgemental. Just like Jack Webb, Sergeant Friday, in the old
Dragnet series, just the facts, just the facts (I listen to listen to Radio
Classics on Sirius Satellite Radio).

As we were leaving, "Father, I think that Jeremy needs some more tutoring
in math and some more sessions with you in the weeks to come."

Jeremy had a smile on his face. "I have to put up with him some more?"

Very seriously, "Sorry, son, I think you do." Then a big smile.

We made the arrangements and we were to drive Jeremy home. As we walked to
the car, I muttered to Philip to give him the safe sex talk and offer to
buy condoms if he wanted them.

Philip, "I need to add my two cents worth. Safe sex. Anything invasive has
to be with condoms. Always use water based lubrication, oil based can cause
breakage. Do you have any or would like us to buy some for you? Promise us
that you will only have protected sex. " I think that Jeremy was squirming
by now.

"Yes I promise and I bought some and have them hidden in my bedroom. I'll
make sure there are some in my backpack."

Philip had his teasing look. I was so glad that he had come. "Some? How
many do figure you will need?"

Embarrassment passed for the moment. Jeremy had a smile. "Lots! .... Dad!"

Me, "Jeremy if a guy says that he is safe and doesn't need or want condoms,
what is the answer?"

"That I only have protected sex with everyone. Shit this is embarrassing."

Philip, "A hell of a lot less embarrassing than having to go to a clinic
for a sexually transmitted disease or taking the cocktail for an Aids
infection."

Philip knew what we needed now. "Jeremy, come here." He gave him a big
Italian hug pulling me in joining them. There were tears in Jeremy's eyes.

"Thanks guys. I never imagined that this would happen to me. You have given
me hope."

We dropped him off and when we arrived home Philip had a look in his eyes,
a gleam, as we took off our coats. I tried to act very shocked. "Don't tell
me that a session in a church with a kid has turned you on."

"Working with you, watching you work with Jeremy, yeah that turned me
on. Do you know how your legs fill out those jeans that you had on? Those
wonderful thighs from all the workouts and practices. To say nothing about
how the fabric covered and showed off your package. There they were, all
packaged and ready for action. You are such a turn on. You tramp!"

He had me sputtering with laughter and I knew that he meant it. It was
turning me on, not hard with Philip standing there in his jeans with that
beautiful ass sheathed in denim. Oh and the front was beginning to bulge
out.

I reached over and lightly felt his package. "You are a horny bastard and I
love it."

This was not a tear off the clothes down the hall night. We looked at each
with what I can only call a loving look. We put our arms around each other
as we walked to the bedroom.

"I was really impressed how you handled that young man. You would make a
great father."

"I liked your safe sex talk. No fumbling with words. Just out with it. I
really liked the lubrication bit. No nonsense. He called you Dad. I really
liked that. I think that we have a good relationship with him. He needs it
right now and we can be role models for him."

We reached the bedroom and almost as if we were in sync, we started to
undress watching the other as we shed our clothes. As I suspected, both
hard by the time we were naked.

"Do you know how sexy your thighs are? Full and covered with that lovely
dark hair." I reached over and stroked his thighs. His cock bounced up a
bit at my touch. "Oh, a direct connection. Does that really make you
react?" I stroked his thighs again and his cock lurched again. I leaned
over and kissed him gently. "So what is on the menu tonight?"

"You. You are so fucking hot!" He knelt down and took me all the way in,
sucking and using his tongue. I think that I swore. It fired every nerve
ending in my groin. I finally had to stop him. Too close I managed to get
out.

I moved him over to the bed and made him kneel. "Tonight's menu, this is
either a very fine appetizer or the main course. I love your ass. Just a
bit of hair and and fine rounded cheeks. And oh, how I love what is between
the cheeks." That was where my tongue went and it was his turn to swear.

Finally, "Jamie, take me slowly and for a long time. I need you."

Who was I to argue with that request? Before we went to sleep I made slow
love to my life partner. I could only hope that Jeremy would eventually
find someone like my Philip. We ended as we often did with me filling him
and then me bending over and resting on him feeling his slick wetness
between us, kissing and holding each other as if we were the others life
line. Maybe we were. I woke the next morning in a different position but
with our arms still around each other having slept a deep and satisfying
sleep.

Several weeks went by and Jeremy was making excellent progress in all his
studies but especially in math. We seemed to have developed a good rapport
and I was encouraged. I was growing increasingly attached to him. One night
I realized what I was feeling. It was somewhere between my relationship
with my father and being the big brother I never had.

I was daydreaming one day at work when my telephone rang breaking my
reverie. "Gio, how are you doing? How did Saturday's date go?"

"You remembered!"

"Of course."

"Lunch today?"

He had a look of peacefulness and satisfaction on his face as he approached
the table in our usual place. There was no preamble. "I would like to
introduce Kevin to the family."

"I take it Saturday went well."

"Oh, yeah. I learned a lot about Kev. He is truly a wonderful, loving
guy. It is almost as if I have been waiting for someone like him to come
along. I just didn't realize that the someone would be a he. He told me a
lot about how he went through guys and never wanted to settle with anyone
until now. I know that it is fast but ...." We agreed to choose a time and
place for Kev's introduction to the family.

I had a tutoring session with Jeremy. Increasingly, we never mentioned his
father or his relationships in general. We just chatted about our lives and
beliefs. He was mostly caught up as he was a bright guy and picked up math
concepts fast and remembered them. We had a lot of fun and he told me that
his classes had continued to pick up and he had a major math test on Friday
that he expected to do well in. As usual, we did talk about football. We
had a really good session together with no talk of family or relationships;
didn't seem to need it. I dropped him off at home and he thanked me for my
time. He knew that if he needed me that he could use my business card with
my cell number written on it. He kept it in his wallet. I had come to
really enjoy my time with him.

We had an inter squad match and my side won on some good finishes by Dom, a
couple from my plays or passes. We had a good weekend with the family. It
appeared that it was not the weekend for Kev's introduction. I had an email
from Jeremy saying that he had done really well on the test. Good news.

The practice on Wednesday was tough as we were pushing ourselves because
the season was opening. The pitches around the city had dried up and had
been groomed. I showered in the dressing room and by chance looked down at
my phone as I finished dressing. I had set it up to tell me if there were
missed phone calls for me. There were two.

I stepped out of the dome with Philip and played the first message. I was
alert immediately. It was a panic call from Jeremy to call him
immediately. I took the next one that was 3 minutes later. He said that his
father had come home drunk and they had had a set to. His father had beaten
him up and beaten his mother when she tried to intervene. Philip heard the
message and we were both running to the car. I phoned him immediately.

"Oh, James please come. I managed to lock my father out and he is
threatening to break the windows and come and finish my worthless self
off. What do I do?"

"Phone 911. Say domestic violence and that you and your mother were beaten
up by your drunken dad. Follow their instructions. Do not let your father
in. We are a few minutes away; we are coming. Be brave and strong for your
mother." There was a sob at the other end.

We arrived and the police had not yet shown up. His father was indeed on
the front lawn yelling and screaming to be let in. We got out of the car
and approached the front door.

"You are the fucking faggots from church. You must be the cause of this."
He started to advance on me. Philip came besides me.

Philip, "Mr. Jackowski calm down. The police are coming and you can sort
things out with them." We were backing up making our way to the door. He
was stalking us, calling us fucking faggots and deadbeats. He said that he
was going to kill us. Philip was dialling 911 as we backed up.

"Yes we are at the home that phoned you for help about 10 minutes ago. He
gave the address. I want you to hear what is happening." He held out his
phone. I could hear the dispatcher saying that the police were only blocks
away. We had reached the door. I could see the lights of the police
cruiser. Just minutes left.

The cruiser pulled up and one burly male officer and a female officer
jumped out of the car. Mr. Jackowski turned and started yelling at
them. The police told him to calm down and they would sort things out. The
female officer came up to him and asked him to quieten down. That was
Mr. Jackowski's mistake. He called her a bitch and took a swing. He was on
the ground with handcuffs on in seconds. She was good.

I turned. "Jeremy, the police are here and your father cannot hurt you." He
opened the door. My heart almost burst and I willed the tears away. Jeremy
had the beginning of a black eye. His cheeks were swollen and bloody. His
nose had been hit; it had to be broken. There was blood all over his shirt
and pants. His mother approached. She too had a black eye beginning and
just small lacerations and puffiness on her face. Jeremy took one look at
his mother, started crying and collapsed into my arms.

For the first time in my life, I knew how a parent felt when they wanted to
protect and comfort their child. I hugged him and said soothing words
telling him what a great job he had done protecting his mother. Something
changed in me that night. Philip came in, looked at the situation and
gathered Jeremy's mother in his arms and pulled us all together, one big
Italian hug. He told me later that he too had felt that something had
changed in him.

The police took a quick statement from both son and mother We waited for
the ambulance. The officers were waiting for the ambulance with us and then
they would take the father to sleep off his drunken stupor. We had quickly
talked. "Officer, neither the mother or the son want to press charges but
you could charge him with attacking a police officer. Could you manage
that?" She replied that she understood and said with pleasure. I was a
witness to the attack and I signed a statement.

Before the ambulance pulled away, I gave both mother and son my name and
Philip's and our address and asked them to put us on the family list so
that we could come in and be with them in the ER. It was going to be a long
night but I wanted to sort things out before it was over. A plan was
forming in my head and I discussed it with Philip as we drove. Then the
inevitable wait for examinations and x rays.

My plan was simple. Mother and son would stay at our place until
tomorrow. One of us would take mother home to get her car. Jeremy would
stay with us until things settled down, if they ever did. I had to be ready
for the last possibility. Another topic to discuss with Philip. Simple
plans sometimes become complex, often more than we imagine.



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