Date: Wed, 10 Apr 2002 18:12:22 -0700 (PDT)
From: No Label <zero78245@yahoo.com>
Subject: Donny-01

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DONNY
Chapter One


    I stepped in through the double glass doors and inhaled deeply.  Aaaah,
the smell is just the same.  You know it, the smell of chlorine and wet
from a heavily used indoor pool.  And this one was in very heavy use.
First conference meet of the year for small high schools in south Texas.
But I wasn't interested in the competition, not this time.  That ended when
I graduated twelve years ago.  No, I was here to look at the eye candy,
teenaged boys in speedos.  You guessed it, I'm gay.  Knew it since I was
thirteen, that's why I was on the swim team in high school.  For the
scenery.

    I looked around, pretty good crowd, but then this is Texas where high
school sports mean so much more.  Of course I didn't recognize anyone there
since I had just moved to this little dusty town about an hour and a half
south of San Antonio.  I had just moved onto the ranch I had inherited from
a favorite aunt and uncle who were unexpectedly killed in a car crash.
Both my parents were gone too, also through a car crash which made me
wonder how long I had.  But that left me with no living relatives to
embarrass with my sexuality.

    My aunt and uncle left a pretty tidy sum for me besides the ranch so I
quit my old job as a computer analyst in LA and moved here.  Hopefully,
with a few wise investments, I was set for life.  I knew I didn't have to
worry about the ranch because I had arranged to lease use of the grazing
land and water holes to the neighboring ranch for the cost of the property
taxes and a little more for building maintenance.  Good thing to because I
have problems distinguishing between a bull and a cow without bending over
and looking between their hind legs.  And that is a little obvious, don't
you think?

    I spotted an empty seat and sat, just in time to stand up again for the
opening prayer and playing of the national anthem.  Remember, this is south
Texas, and no one can tell them that prayer isn't allowed in school.  Once
everyone sat down again I let my eyes wander over the meet contestants.
After all, that was what I was there for.  It looked like three different
schools were competing today, because there were three different colors of
speedos.  Bright red with no trim, light blue with gray trim, and royal
blue with gold trim.  My guess is the team colors for the local school was
blue and gold, as the loudest cheering occurred when one of those swimmers
was introduced.

    Everywhere I looked were slim, well-built boys with prominent packages
showing.  I was in heaven.  That was when I noticed him.  He stood out from
the others because he wasn't as tall, in fact about a foot shorter.
Unusual because arm and leg length are so important in competitive
swimming.  Actually he looked like he didn't even belong in high school,
although he was in the local school colors.  As I studied him I wondered
what he would be swimming.

    And study him I did.  Black hair, oriental slant to the eyes.  But the
skin, almost alabaster, very unusual for south Texas.  Tan lines at mid
upper arm and just above the knees, but not a pronounced as the other boys.
Obviously he didn't spend as much time outside.  And it was obvious that he
hadn't hit puberty yet, not a hair anywhere except the top of his head and
a little point between his legs.  As he walked around the corner of the
pol, coming towards me, I could see his face was beautiful.  He had
oriental features softened by anglo influences.  I had seen many
Japanese-Americans when stationed in Okinawa while in the Air Force and had
always been captivated by the mix of angled eyes and high cheek bones
softened by a larger nose and defined jaw line.  And I just knew from
experience that his skin would feel like velvet.

    I was so wrapped up in looking at this beautiful creature that I didn't
notice the mountain that came up to me from the side.


"Excuse me, sir.  Could I speak to you for a moment?"

    I jerked my head around and saw cowboy hat, tin star, and huge cannon
for a gun hanging off this six foot five inch 280 pound pile of muscle.


"Huh?" alound while muttering under my breath "oh, shit!"


"Excuse me, sir.  Could I speak to you, please?  This way."


Now how could I refuse a nice request like that, especially from him.  He
turned and walked towards the exit doors, and I followed meekly behind, ear
burning, know that every eye in the place was staring stright into my back.
Was I so obvious, to attract the attention of the law?  And I knew that
here in south Texas people with my sexual preferences were not as highly
regarded as, oh let's say, cow manure.  Probably even lower than fire ants,
which were exterminated as quickly as possible when found.  So it was with
an intense tightening in my intestinal regions that I followed him out the
doors.

    Once out the doors he spun around and shoved a huge piece of meat
resembling a hand at me.  Breaking into a huge grin he said, "Hi, I'm Buddy
Jacobs.  You must be Tom Parker, who just moved into the PH spread.
Pleased to meet you."

    The look on my face must have been priceless, since he started
chuckling, "I know everyone and every thing around here.  This is my town."

    I intelligently answered, "Uh, yeah."

    "Just wanted to put the face with the name.  Let me know if you need
anything."  He started back into the pool area, but as he passed, in a much
lower voice he said "Better be careful.  Some people around here may not
take to you very well.  And his name is Donny Grimm."

    The doors swung closed behind him as I stood there, trying to get my
heart rate somewhere below warp speed.  I took a couple deep breaths, and
decided I had better leave.  As I turned I ran right into the chest of
Adonis.  No, not really Adonis, but a pair of blue eyes about my size and
age.

     "Uh, sorry.  Guess I better look where I'm going." as I stepped back.

     A smile lit up his face and he stuck his hand out.  "Hi, I'm Bob
Davis, the local, and only doctor.  And you are Tom Parker?"

    Jeez, does everyone in this town know who I am?  What have I gotten
myself into?

    Again my superior intelligence shown through, "Ah, yeah." and
automatically pumped his hand.

    "Pleased to meet you.  When was the last time you had a physical?"

    More amazing repartee, "Uh, yeah, nice to meet you too."

    Bob laughed and said, "Come on in Monday morning and we can get better
acquainted.  Now let's get inside, the meet must be starting."

    I followed meekly though the doors and stood next to him at the end of
the bleachers.  I kept looking out the corner of my eye at this hunk.  Six
foot, brown hair, slim build, looked like a runner.  Someone I would
definitely like to know better.


We traded comments as the meet progressed, but I really wasn't paying too
much attention to the action as my mind whirled with the recent events.
Other than my next door neighbor I had not met any of the locals, so their
familiarity with who I was came as a shock.  I had never lived in a small
town before, so I know I had a lot to get used to.

    Suddenly Bob grabbed my arm.  "Here's the race I came to see.  New kid
in town swi mming.  Doesn't look big enough though."

    I turned and saw the swimmers up on the blocks, hunched into their
starting positions and the gun fired.  One was a little behind and I saw it
was Donny.  The race turned out to be 100 meter breaststroke.  Donny, with
his slow start was behind but I could see after just a few strokes that he
was good and fast.  Maybe less mass to move through the water would give
him an advantage.  By the turn he had caught and passed half his
competitors, but I knew the last twenty five meters would be tough.  But he
kept charging through the pack and finished second, less than a second from
the the win.  Wow, he was good!

    Bob was just as impressed as I was and had a great smile on his face.

    "Maybe we won't take it in the ass this year.  The team has never had
someone to swim the breaststroke.  We could go to State!"

     "Yeah.  He is good.  He will be good for the team."

     Bob clapped me on the shoulder with a smile and said, "Well, came to
see what I wanted.  Gotta go.  Mrs. Pearson about to drop another young one
any time.  Don't forget Monday."

     "Okay, sure.  See you then."

     I decided I probably should head out also, but left at a slower pace.
What an afternoon!  Saw a boy that looked like a china doll, got sort of
outed by the local gendarme, and made acqquaintance with the local doctor
with a physical exam in the offing.  What was I in for by moving here?
Little did I know that those three would figure significantly in my future.

    As time passed I got to know more people in town and became comfortable
in my new house.  I went to a couple more swim meets, but for some reason
Donny didn't show at any of them.  So I pushed him to the back of my mind
and concentrated on getting on with my neighbors.

Six months later--
     It was going to be one of those nights.  The weatherman on the TV said
a big cold front was coming through tonight, and if you have never
experienced a cold front in South Texas then you haven't lived.  First the
wind starts to blow, usually in gusts up to forty or fifty.  Then the
temperature drops, and when I say drops, I'm talking twenty-five degrees in
thirty minutes.  Then you start hearing the booms and the sky becomes
bright as day.  Finally the coldest, hardest rain you have ever felt will
come down in buckets.  I think you get the idea.  Not fit for man nor
beast.

     I made my rounds of the buildings to ensure all doors and windows were
closed and latched.  A working ranch has lots of buildings, so it took me
almost an hour to secure everything, but it is better than getting up in
the morning to the smell of soaked hay, or the need to rebuild a door that
beat itself to death against the wall.

    It was already close to ten when I finished closing up, so I just took
a shower and climbed into bed.  I am an early riser by nature, so to get my
beauty sleep, I don't stay up late.  A habit I had fallen into in the last
few years.  I had enough of the late night life in LA.  Shortly after
graduation from college, I had moved there and spent the first three years
cruising and whoring.  Luckily never caught anything.  But I realized that
what I really wanted was one special man in my life.  I wasn't going to
find him in the gay scene of LA, no matter what the stories say, so I
settled down to reasonably normal life.

    The front was all that it could be.  Around two in the morning, a
particularly close crash of thunder woke me.  The rain was at about a
thirty degree angle, and my bedroom looked like someone had rigged a strobe
to fire every ten seconds or so.  I lay there trying to fall back asleep
when I heard the tell tale banging of a door trying to commit suicide.
"Fuck!", I thought, "how could I have missed one?"  I climbed out of my
queen sized water bed (yes, they still do exist) and threw some sweats on.
Going out the back door, after grabbing a rain slicker off the peg in the
mud room, I peered through the rain, trying to time a look at each building
with a lightning flash to figure out where the offending door was located.
Ah, my tool shed, where I keep my toys like that 150cc dirt bike and my
newly acquired four-wheeler that I use for stretching my legs when I get
the closed in feeling inside the house.  Don't need those left to the
elements.

    I charged across the fifty yards or so from the back door to the shed,
cursing all the way about how cold the wind and rain was.  I decided I
better check my babies to ensure they hadn't got too wet, so I flipped the
light switch inside the door and blinked at the sudden bright.  It didn't
take long for my eyes to adjust though, so I scanned the room to look for
water puddles inside.  Didn't see any, so I started to reach for the switch
to shut off the lights when my half-asleep brain suddenly registered that
there was something extra in the shed.  A bicycle.  I knew I didn't own
one, all my wheels had motors attached.  That was when I saw the bare leg
poking out from behind some boxes stacked to the back.  Well, it wasn't
completely bare, there was a sock and sneaker on it, but that was it.
Being the curious type, I decided I had better investigate further.

    I moved a couple of the top boxes of the stack and leaned over the rest
to see what was attached.  Huddled behind was a man, no a boy.  But not
just a boy, it was Donny Grimm.  He was wearing only a soaked white tee
shirt, red nylon shorts, white socks and sneakers.  He looked asleep, but I
could see shivers running through his body.

    "What the hell?", was my first thought, then "This kids needs to get
warm and dry."  So I tossed the slicker over his curled up body and moved
the rest of the boxes out of the way.  I picked him up and headed for the
house.  He felt like he weighed less than eighty pounds, then I remembered
when I had first seen him I had commented to myself that he looked too
little to be in high school.

    I carried him into the house and laid him out on the sofa.  I lit the
gas in the fireplace to heat up the room quickly, then moved the couch so
that it was directly in front.  The banging of the shed door reminded my of
why I got up in the first place, so grabbed an extra coat and back out to
secure the door.

    I was wondering what kind of mess I had gotten myself into as I
reentered the living room to check on Donny.  I felt his forehead, then
touched his arm.  Hadn't noticed before but he is really cold.  I went to
the guest bathroom and started running a warm bath for him, then decided to
to give Bob a call for some moral support.

    "Bob, this is Tom Parker.  I have kind of a problem here at the house.
I found a kid in one of my sheds soaking wet and shivering to beat hell.
Don't know how he got there, but I am kind of worried about him.  Can you
help?"

     "Howdy, Tom.  Yep, sounds like a problem.  Is he unconscious?"

     "No, don't think so.  Just sleeping, but shivering like crazy."

     "Get him into a warm bath.  If you think it is still an emergency
after that, then call me again and I will come out.  But I really don't
want to come out in this weather if I don't have to."

     "Sure, I was already running the bath.  I will call if that doesn't do
the trick, but can you still come out in the morning anyway.  Just to
check."

     "Sure, Tom.  If I don't hear from you again tonight, I'll be there for
breakfast around 7:30, okay?  By the way, do you know who the is?"

     "Great.  See you then if not sooner.  It`s Donny Grimm" I hung up the
phone and stared at the kid.  Oops, better check the water in the tub.
Better let some out or it will overflow when I get him in.  I picked Donny
up, again wondering about how light he was, and carried him to the
bathroom.

     "His clothes are already soaked, so I'll put him in as is.  Don't want
to freak him out if he wakes up while I am undressing him."  As soon as his
body entered the warm water his eyes fly open and his mouth flew open.  He
grabbed me quickly around the neck and started to lift himself out.

     "Whoa there.  It's only a warm bath." I said softly and smiled.  The
look of fear didn't completely leave his face, but he did relax enough to
reenter the water.

     "What?" he croaked.

     "I found you in my shed.  You need to warm up so I ran the bath."  I
said.  "Relax, I won't hurt you."

     Comprehension washed over his face, and then a smile.  "I know."

     "How did you end up here?"

    "I was out riding my bike when the storm came up.  I was soo cold , so
when I saw your house from the road, I thought I could get out of the rain
here.  I knocked at the door but no one answered.  The door was locked, so
I went into the shed.  Must have fell asleep."

    "I must have been asleep, cause I didn't hear your knock.  Sorry.  By
the way, my name is Tom Parker."

    " I know.  And I'm Donny Grimm."

   Since I hadn't seen him since that first swim meet I was surprised when
he knew who I was.

    "Where do you know me from?"

     "Oh, I saw you at the meet and asked who you were.  How come you're
always off by yourself?"

    I didn't want to freak the kid out by saying I was gay, so I made up
some excuse about being new in town, and it's hard for outsiders to get
accepted.  His face fell, and he responded, "Same with me.  I am alone
usually."  Then he smiled and said, "Hey, ain't I supposed to be naked in
the bath tub?"

    I felt my face redden and answered "Yeah, usually.  But I didn't want
to freak you out when you woke up, and your clothes were wet, so..."

    He nodded and grinned, "Well, I won't freak now." and started to pull
off his shirt.

    I got up off my knees beside the bath and started to leave to give him
his privacy when I heard in a small voice "Don't leave me."  I quickly
turned back and saw fear had again taken over his face.

    "What's wrong?"

    "Don't leave me, please?"

    "Okay, I was just going to give you some privacy."

    Donny smiled a little and restarted removing his shirt.  A wet tee
clings like tar paper so he asked if I could give him some help.  I said
sure and grabbed the shirt and pulled, exposing some pretty ugly bruises
around his ribs.

    "What's that" I asked, pointing.

    "Nothing."

    They looked recent and I could tell they weren't caused by a fall on
his bike.  But I kept my silence, hoping I would earn his trust enough to
find out where they came from.

    Donny then pulled off his sneakers and socks and tossed them onto the
floor.  Then he started to rise to remove his shorts.  I jumped up and
grabbed his shoes, socks and shirt saying I would toss them in the dryer.
He quickly slipped off the shorts and briefs and tossed them also, saying
"Don't forget these."

    I kept my eyes averted and grabbed the two new items and headed for the
door.  "I'll get you something to wear." I mumbled, trying to beat a hasty
retreat.  After dumping the clothes in the dryer and turning it on, I went
to my bedroom and grabbed another pair of sweats and a tee.  I swiftly
entered the bathroom, not looking at the tub.  I placed the items on the
cover of the toilet and turned back out saying, "Put these on when you
finish.  I'll fix something to eat."

    I went to the kitchen and started coffee.  I had some stew in the
freezer, and popped that in the microwave to heat.  I heard the tub start
draining, so I knew he was finished warming up and asked him what he wanted
to drink.

    "Anything hot." came from the bathroom.

    "How's coffee?"

    "Fine."

    "Brewing now, be ready in a few."

    "Okay."

    I stood in the middle of the kitchen wondering what else I should fix
when I heard from the doorway "Thanks, Mister Parker."

    My father is Mister Parker, I am Tom.  So that is what I told him,
getting a grin in return.  What a vision standing there.  Five foot, damp
hair pointed everywhere, crotch of the sweat pants at his knees, the sweat
shirt was almost to his knees, empty sleeves for the last four inches.  I
wanted to reach out and take that beautiful creature into my arms and hold
him forever.  Instead I laughed and helped him find his hands in all that
material.

    "You better call your parents and let them know where you are.  And
that you better stay here because of the storm."

    The grin vanished and fear clouded his face once again.  "No" he
yelled, turned and ran.


TBC.....