Date: Wed, 1 Jun 2005 20:18:57 -0700
From: Kevin Harness <kevroc54321@tns.net>
Subject: Hands On My Heart, Part 9

This story contains descriptions of actors playing gay characters of legal
age and below 18.  These actors engage in consensual sex in this story,
however your government, local laws, statutes, etc may not allow you to
read this story.  You are not supposed to be reading this story if you are
not 18 years of age.  All that being said, I write this story for true
boylovers and the boys that love to be loved, everywhere, anywhere.

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Monday wasn't just going back to school for Trevor, it was going back to
school after having gone to the prom with his graduated-from-high-school
boyfriend.  All of his girl friends were ablaze with excitement, his gay
boy friends congradulated him and gave him high-fives all day long, and to
be sure several teachers looked at him a little strangely.

Here was their senior class Vice President, their Valedictorian, a widely
liked person in the school and the surrounding community - taking a stand
and bringing not only his boyfriend to the prom, but his older-than-18
boyfriend at that.

After making his way through several friends, his first stop was the
Administrative Office to see Cindee, to see if she could dig up who this
goof-ball was who'd been following them.  His second stop was to the Vice
President to hand in his rough draft Valedictorian speech, and to lodge a
formal complaint against the prom attendant who'd been making an absolute
pest of himself since prom night.  All Cindee had to do was watch what
paperwork got shuffled and what the VP requested from Personnel.

By day's end Trevor had a photocopy of the guy's job application, complete
with every last detail, including what kind of car he drove, car license
number, and what jobs he'd held o ver the last 5years.  It was crossing the
line to pull this info, but lives and reputations were at stake.  This guy
was playing very dirty pool and had zero scruples.

Trevor didn't feel good about it, but....he didn't exactly feel bad about
it either.

After a Student Body meeting and graduation practice after school, Trevor
zoomed home to plug the information in and see what came back.  Mostly what
he got was verification of the what info he already had, but he did notice
one other interesting detail.  The man had only owned his own business, but
there was an IRS lien against him for... tax evasion!!!  More interesting
though was the fact that they'd lost track of him, and the next action
after he was located would be to place him under arrest and bring him to
court to face the judge on the matter.  At least as far as Trevor could
tell from the IRS website.

Hmmmm.

He wrote down the guy's name, address, and phone number for Michael, then
bookmarked, encrypted, and passworded the online information and put the
photocopy through the shredder.  He hopped in his (new!)(yeah!) car and
took a drive.

Not surprising that the car in the man's driveway matched the description
the high school staff job application.  Still, Trevor had to see the guy at
this residence.

He thought quickly.

Driving his car about half a block away, he reached around and pulled an
empty pizza box from the back seat, put a ball cap on backwards, and
sunglasses.

Ringing the doorbell, he announced, "Pizza delivery!"

Seconds later the door opened, and sure enough the weasel peeked around a
partially opened front door.  Looking through a screen door into the sunny
outside all he noticed was a pizza delivery boy.

"I didn't order any pizza!"

"Isn't this.....4356 Ellington?"

"No, it isn't!  It's 4356 Underwood.  Now go away and stop bothering me!"

"Sorry," and Trevor turned and left.

The guy never even opened his screen door, and in fact slammed his front
door before Trevor was off the first step of the porch.

Our young hero smiled all the way home.  He zipped back inside his home and
accessed the IRS website and got their main number.  Within a few minutes
he was speaking to an IRS agent at the local office, and got their address.
He printed up a short paragraph on the charges against Mr. Kirkland (aka-
the weasel), added in his car's lic #, address, phone number, and place of
employment, wiped the letter clean, sealed it up into an envelope, and
wiped it clean.  He printed a second letter to the school with similar
information, addressed it to the Vice Principal, and summarily wiped it
clean of any fingerprints also.  A short walk to the mail box about 2
blocks away, and bang-zoom, both letters were mailed.

He walked back to Michael's and knocked on his back door.

"Come in."

Within seconds Trevor had briefed Michael on what he'd done.

"You WHAT?!" Michael laughed in disbelief.

"I simply looked up his info, found he had an IRS tax lien, and mailed the
local IRS branch a letter giving them all his info, including where he
worked.  Then I formatted the letter to mail it to the school, and mailed
the charges against him to the V.P." Trevor said with a smile.

Michael laughed heartily.

"And you brought me his address, why?"

"So you could file for an injuction on this guy's harassment of us, like
you said," he returned.

Michael thought for a second.

"Hmmm, yeah, that might be a good plan, actually.  He'll probably get fired
from your school fairly immediately, and will instantly want to retaliate.
The IRS, although it's a better punch than the school, will take time and
yeah.  We should file for an injunction."

"Wait," Trevor said.  "How are you going to say you came by this
information?"

"Good point.  Um.  Ok.  Let's wait for his being fired to blow up first.
See if he files a counter-suit, and almost no matter what he does we'll be
able to access it through the FOI.  That should work."

But Michael wasn't done.

"Trevor.  I totally understand what you did, why you did it, and can even
agree with just about every point of this.  Except one," and he looked at
Trevor intently.

Trevor hung his head a bit, pretty certain of what it was Michael was
getting at.

"I know.  I shouldn't have made someone else break the law for me.  It was
way wrong.  But I honestly can say that at the time it felt justified in
every sense of the word."

Michael nodded, "I know babes, really I do.  It's not so much that point
exactly, although you put it well.  It's primarily, well, an abuse of
power.  People will do almost anything for you because you're you.  If you
have enough power to steer yourself and others outside of the law, well,
that's a lot of power, and....  well Trev, you just gotta be careful.  It's
sorta like being a 2nd or 3rd degree Black Belt and just getting angry at
someone and smacking them.  Or working in a bank and knowing all the banks
pitfalls, and so you take advantage of them because you need to."

He stopped to let that sink in a bit.

Trevor looked up and although he wasn't crying, his eyes were watery and
nearly overflowing.

"I just didn't want this jerk to ruin us, Michael.  I didn't want him to
hurt what we both love so much.  And that was exactly what he seems to be
intent on doing.  I didn't know what else to do.  I just know that we had
to stop him somehow."

Michael held out his arms for Trevor to come close for a hug, and he did,
wrapping his arms around his boylover.

Kissing the top of his boy's head, he said quietly, "Don't worry, there's
almost no way for anyone to find out how the IRS or the school got the
data.  They can wonder, surmise, and maybe even accuse, but that is about
as far as it can go."

"I love you Michael," Trevor said.

"I know Trev.  Thanks for the quick, decisive and kick-ass action on your
part.  It shows a lot of ability.  Let's maybe discuss major retaliations
in the future so that we don't like inadvertantly overthrow the government
of Chile or cause the President of Canada to resign or something."

Trevor sniffled a bit, then laughed.

"Ok," he said.  Then, "Michael?"

"Yeah?"

"I don't want to live at home way much longer.  I mean, I don't want to
just turn 18 and say 'bye mom and dad, c'ya', either but you know what I
mean.  I lay in bed and wish I was next to you every time I sleep by
myself."

"I know babes, I know," he said, still holding his boy's blonde head to his
chest.

"No, Michael.  I know you know, but come on, don't patronize me even in my
weakened state here," he smiled.

"Alright.  Sorry.  You're right," he smiled back.  "Any ideas?"

Trevor just shook his head.

Michael thought for a few moments.

"You know, it is a very large step to move in with your boyfriend.  Done
too soon, it can sometimes unstabilize the relationship.  It has to be done
at the right time."

"My dear Mr. Sherlock," his boy chided dryly, "we've know each other for
over half of my life.  We been having sex for nearly 5 years.  We've been
nearly everywhere together, worked together, watched about 6,000 movies
together.  How much longer of a courtship do you think I can take here?"

Michael laughed in spite of himself.

"I don't want to spend my life with anyone else, Michael.  No one else.
Just you."

"Ok, I do understand and I do feel the same way Trev.  My only point was
that living together is a step that usually takes a lot of adjusting on
both sides, that's all."

"So we'll adjust."

Michael chuckled again.

"Ok I have an idea.  Other than working like you have been, do you have any
major plans for, say, four weeks out of your summer?"

"No, not really.  Why?"

"Let's go somewhere and vacation because we both deserve it, but also just
so that we can live together for a month.  We'll take our laptops so that
we can keep all the plates spinning, and work from whereever we are.  You
know, something like that."

His boy's eyes twinkled, and with a big smile he said, "Perfect."

So they decided to kick it around over the next few weeks, figure out the
best course of action, make sure it was ok with Trevor's parents, how to
handle some of the business items, where to go, etc.

Trevor sat down with his parents and told them his feelings and intentions
with regard to Michael, living at home, etc.  As he'd already been accepted
at the university in his very own city he had very little demanded of him
across the summer.  Indeed, no one could argue that he deserved a nice
vacation.  His parents could only look at each other and smile.

Not only were they appreciative of their son's candor, they also admired
Michael's wisdom in having a trial run at living together in a location
removed from their locale.

The next couple months seemed to speed by in the blink of an eye.  It was
Monday and Trev graduated on that Friday.  His parents knew he was
graduating with honors, but he somehow managed to keep from them, and
Michael, that he was the Valedictorian for his class.  Boy would they be
surprised!

The graduating boy of course looked dashing in his blue and gold robe and
hat, and there wasn't a pre-graduation picture of him where he wasn't
smiling.

Friday came, and he bounded over to Michael's house.  Michael had already
had his second cup of coffee and was pacing the floor appropriately.

"Are you nervous?" Trevor asked coyly.

"Nope, I always walk furrows into my carpet and linoleum," and he grinned a
Cheshire grin.

"Wench," Trevor laughed.

"Lil hussy!" Michael said with a overdone lisp.

Then Trevor noticed what he was wearing.

"Michael?  What in heaven's name do you have on?!" and he began to howl,
holding his hands over his face so he wouldn't shriek with laughter.

"Oh?  This?" and he looked at his own apparel.

He wore gold sequin shoes, lavender slacks, and a billowy stark white
shirt, and a necklace that had to have come from a second-hand store.

"Well, it's just a little statement for the graduation.  It goes with
these," and he put on a h-u-g-e pair of white plastic sunglasses, reminding
Trevor of the famed Elton John.

"Do you approve, or should the shoes be white too?  Or the shirt gold?  I
can't decide," Michael continued, in his best gay lisping Trev had ever
heard.

Trevor had been laughing to the point of tears, and ran to the bathroom so
he wouldn't pee himself.

He came out and Michael was in hysterics too.

"If my parents could have seen you....." Trevor said.

"They will, sweetie," and they both burst out laughing at the same time.

A long hug and kiss ensued, and Michael's beautiful, blonde boy said he had
to go and get all set up for the big day.

"I want you so bad, Michael," and he gave Michael the "fuck me now" version
of bedroom eyes.

"Soon, my love.  The day is young," and he put on his EJ sunglasses.
"Begone now and hurry your lucious tush to the school.  I'll see you soon,"
again lisping, and blew him a kiss.

Trevor cracked up and blew a kiss back, and left.  Yup, he had the best
boyfriend ever.

His parents called Michael and asked if he'd like a ride to the school,
which he accepted.  Quite a nice gesture.  Trev's parents were doing pretty
well with this whole situation, he thought.

Seated in the bleachers of the football stadium brought back memories for
everyone there.  The proceedings were to start at 9 am and be done by 10,
pretty much scheduled around the idea that the forecast was for a hot day.

Michael had choosen very nice shoes, stylish and sleek but not gaudy jeans,
a white shirt somewhat reminiscent of a pirate's shirt - a bit billowy but
tapered, with buttons at the cuffs, a gold chain to match his watch, and of
course sunglasses.  He'd just had his hair done, and appeared to have flown
in from the Carribean to see the event.  He looked like a mid-20's jet
setter.

Graduation started with some nice speeches from the Principal and
Vice-Principal, whose job it was to introduce....

"....a student that had set the school ablaze with his good deeds from Day
1 onward.  This student has been on the Student Body every year either in
the capacity as President, or Vice-President, has maintained a 4.0 grade
point average each and every year, and now comes before you with not only
Top Honors, but as Valedictorian of The Graduating Class of 2005.  I
present to you Trevor Landry."

Trevor's dad went silent and had to quit breathing so he wouldn't do what
his wife did, which was one of those sharp intakes of breath as you put
your hand over your mouth in disbelief and shock, ready to go into tears at
any instant.  Mom and Michael couldn't have rehearsed it and done it with
better timing, for Michael covered his mouth and had tears at the same
moment she did.

Trevor stepped up to the podium, and flashed that smile.

The crowd cheered and broke in applause, followed by the graduating class
doing the same.

With the aplomb of a seasoned politician, he smiled at the crowd, nodded
his head in thanks, and waited for the applause to wane.

"Hello.  Thank you for coming today to help us celebrate our graduation
day.  I'm very glad that you're here.  I'd like to thank every school staff
and teacher, every parent, every member of this community, and every
student for helping this class become The Graduating Class of 2005.  It is
no small achievement.  I'm going to give you a very short speech today,
because I've learned that a lot can be done with little effort.  I thank
the many already listed for that," and the crowd applauded again.

"....Thank you.  What have we learned?  Well, as all of you can see the
world changes at a very rapid rate and so must we, the new members of
society, do also.  This class before you is graduating with a higher
composite GPA than any class that came before it."

Again, applause broke out.

"Are we better for it?" and he paused and looked across the audience as
though he was expecting a response.

"I hope so, my friends and fellow community members.  We did our best, and
here we are.  Truthfully, I think that we have a lot to learn, and for that
I ask for your patience as we learn to become more seasoned veterans of
living life.  You know, and we know it is going to be hell.  Am I right?
Let's not fill the air with false hopes, lofty and silly promises.  We have
a lot of work to do, and we now join you as best we can to help you further
run this city, this country, this world.  I have many friends in this
school and to all those friends I wish you the best.  Some of us will never
see each other ever again, and so I say to you....do your best, be kind,
and be strong.  I'd like to thank my mom and dad, without whose tireless
and loving support I don't think I would've gotten 10 feet.  Mom, dad,
thank you so much, I love you.  I couldn't have asked for more wonderful
parents."

The crowd again thundered their applause for the wise and kind words given.

"Many thanks go to this school and all it's tireless staff.  Hey, they had
to not put up with us for four years, but they do this for a living day
after day, year after year.  Hats off to you," and he gestured to the
Principal and staff seated to his right.

"I'd also like to thank myself for getting a high enough GPA to be able to
give this speech," and the attendees tittered laughed and a few people
broke out in full laughter.

"After all, I had to get my three cents worth in," and he let that sink in
for a second.

"Well, inflation, right?" and that got outright laughter.

"See, I'm learning already."

"My last thanks goes to a special friend, who not only mentored me in the
field of just about everything having to do with computers, but
consistently and amazingly accurately gave me his view of life, people,
finances, cars, movies, how to make coffee, and even correction of what is
right and what is wrong.  This guy sold me my first computer, helped my dad
and scout troop for years, helped me design programs to do homework with,
well, thousands of things.  Everyone should have this good of a friend and
mentor in their life.  Some of you may've met him at the prom a couple
months ago; thank you, Michael, I love you, you're the best."

"Thank you one and all," and he bowed slightly, and left the podium to a
standing ovation.

Michael couldn't help but say, ""Boy, he is one of the most kick-ass people
I've ever met."

To which his dad muttered quietly, "No shit."

To which mom elbowed both of them, and then broke out laughing.

Trevor hung out with his classmates for awhile at Cindee's parents' house,
and they all went to an afternoon matinee movie and generally raised hell
here and there.  About 4 o' clock Michael had a familiar rap on his door.

Trevor peeked in and Michael smiled at him and Trevor ran across the
kitchen and dining room and leaped onto the couch.

"I've been waiting the end up here a-l-l day," he smiled impishly.

"That makes two of us, babes," and they embraced in a long, luscious kiss
that ended up being a body massage with mouths and tongues.  Both explored
every orifice, every limb, every inch of skin.  Finally each was panting
like they'd run a four-minute-mile, and Trevor just smiled at Michael.

Michael slung his legs up over Trevor's shoulders and Trevor (having
already donned protection) lubed his boyhood and its intended target, and
slowly and passionately slid in until his balls nestled on his love's
backside.  They smiled in disbelief that each could be making the other
feel so good, so complete, and so loved.  Michael's love picked up the
pace, and he pulled Trev's face down for a tongue assault.  Michael kept
flexing so as to squeeze Trevor's dick which made him almost squirt
instantly, at which point Trevor kept slowing up, and so it went.

Finally neither could take the friction, the heat, the sensations, and
Trevor began to pump faster and faster, his blonde sweaty hair swinging
back and forth.  Which sent Michael over the edge.  Trevor saw Michael
orgasming and about to cum, and that set him off, and in tandem they came.
Trev reach down and pumped his lover, and thrust in deeply and cumming in
grunts, broken breaths, and some language that no one yet has any meanings
for....other than "identifies intense orgasm where participant nearly
passes out".

"It's not possible," Trevor wheezed.

"Sure it is," Michael kidded back.

"Each time seems like it just blows the previous time totally away."

"It does."

"Yeah."

"Yeah."

They hugged a bit, and showered so that they wouldn't smell sex of at
Trev's parents dinner.

"Thanks," Trevor said looking lovingly into Michael's eyes, water cascading
over his hair.

"Thanks back, hon.  You're ......." Michael couldn't find the word.

"Yours," Trevor said, knowing he'd changed the subject but not caring.

Michael sighed deeply.

"And I'm yours, Trev.  Period."

You know the feeling....you've either dreamed about it, wished it would
happen, or had it happen to you.  Holding a person you really admire, care
for, love, and support 100%.  And who unflinchingly does the same in return
just because they feel the same way.  Each time you make love they send you
to another world where only you two exist in unbelievable ecstasy.  Life
with them seems like the things that fairytales are made of.  Being close
to them, talking to them, touching them, all of it reflects each and every
thing listed above.

They released each other from the world's longest shower hug, and looked
into each others' eyes.

"I forget, Trev, did we use soap and shower yet?"

Trevor shrugged cutely, "Dunno.  Wanna do it again?" and he turned to have
his back scrubbed first.

"Yup, sure do," and Michael grabbed the washcloth and soap.

Miraculously, they were even on time for dinner.