Date: Tue, 12 Aug 2003 22:47:55 -0700 (PDT)
From: vealskye <vealskye@yahoo.com>
Subject: JT Part 3

Disclaimer:  The characters in this story are not
real.  I made them up.  Some of them are gay.  Some of
them might have sex.  If you are not allowed to read
this type of material, or if you will be offended by
it, leave now.


JT, Part 3

Jess was sitting in front of his computer, again.  No
one that knew him would be surprised.  But then, not
many people knew him.  At least not well.  He had only
a few friends he would consider close, and many of
them were only online.

Jess knew he looked the stereotypical nerd.  From the
glasses, to the short stature, to the halting
personality, he was a nerd.  In the worst sense of the
word.  He snorted to himself, "there is a good sense?"

He had been sitting in front of the computer for hours
now.  His information tech classes at the college
required him to study, a lot.  It wasn't really the
classes that required the study, though.  He could
pass those easily enough.  He just wanted to pass his
certification exams the first time, every time.  He
couldn't afford to retake them, and his parents
certainly weren't going to help him.  Not now.  But
then, he had finished studying some time ago.

He sighed and pushed away from the computer.  None of
his friends were online tonight.  Even his regular
cyber buddies were gone.  Deciding he was better off
going to bed, he shut down his chat programs and
headed to the bathroom to get ready for bed.

He made the mistake of glancing in the mirror hanging
on the bathroom door.  Horrified yet again by what he
saw, he quickly turned off the lights and headed to
bed.

Crying himself to sleep, his thoughts came back to the
image in the mirror.  Why?  Why did he have to be so...
deformed?


Chapter 7

Josh looked like a deer in headlights as Jenna
finished her speech.  He was stunned.  In other
circumstances his expression might have had me
giggling myself.  But I knew that would be the wrong
thing to do; he could think I was laughing at him.  I
couldn't quite help a grin as I enjoyed his
wonderment.

"She got married?"

"Yes, it was a beautiful ceremony.  They had it
outside though!  Vermont in February?  Can you
imagine?"

She was trying to downplay the gay angle and
concentrate on the normality of the situation.  Or
abnormality.  I was beginning to think that her cousin
was a bit ... eccentric  Vermont in February indeed!

"I ... She ... Married?  She got Married?"  He was
whispering again.  I couldn't tell if it was to
protect his bruised face or to keep someone from
overhearing the conversation.  Perhaps his instincts
were kicking in because we didn't get to finish that
conversation just then.  We were interrupted by the
doctor and a nurse entering the room, the nurse
pushing a wheelchair.

Introductions were made all around while the nurse was
busy going through the drawers and cabinets looking
for her patient's belongings.  I guess she did not
realize he had been left with only the clothes on his
back.  I wasn't about to enlighten her.

The doctor told us that there had been nothing broken
but that Josh was going to have a shiner for a while.
She signed the papers and told me to make him get
plenty of rest the next few days.  Then we were
walking down the hall to the elevators, the nurse
pushing Josh.

As the elevator doors closed I wondered if the good
doctor remembered me.  She had been my grandmother's
doctor and had let my aunt and I cry on her shoulder
the day my grandmother had passed.


Chapter 8

Everything was happening so fast.  A few hours before
I had been a carefree bachelor.  Now I had a son.  A
teenager no less.

"He certainly looks as overwhelmed as I feel," I
commented to Jenna as the nurse helped Josh into the
car.

"Don't worry so much, Tim," she said, "you'll do fine,
just love him and let him know it, and everything well
work out."

"That simple, huh, mother?" I asked, a hint of a grin
on my face and sarcasm in my voice.

She paused.

"No, not really, but things will work out, I am sure
of it!"

"How can you be so sure, Jenna?"

She looked trapped, suddenly, and embarrassed.  Then
she placed her hand above my heart, looked into my
eyes, and said, "Just believe me, I know what I am
talking about.  You and that boy will be ok!"

I believed her.


Chapter 9

We had driven for nearly an hour in total silence.
Neither of us really knowing what to say, I guess.  He
spent most of the time looking out the window, lost in
thought.  The silence was finally broken, not by
either of us, but by his stomach.

"Ya hungry or somethin', kid?"

"Yeah."

"Think we should stop and get something to eat then?"

"No, I think I will just chew on some of this leather
from  your seat!" He said it totally deadpan.

"I think not.  It would only screw up your teeth and
then I'd have to pay the orthodontist to fix `em!"

"Ortho-what?"

"Or -- tho -- don -- tist.  Mouth doctor, dude."

"I ain't gonna go to no dentist!"

"Well of course you are.  Orthodontist.
Ophthalmologist.  Probably the proctologist too.
You've always been full of it."

He didn't say anything to that, and I was still trying
to figure out if he had gotten the joke or was just
refusing to comment because he couldn't think of an
appropriate comeback, as I took the next exit to find
us something to eat.

I realized then that I was hungry myself.  I hadn't
had anything since breakfast and it was mid-afternoon
now.

As we sat in the restaurant, eating our burgers, I
watched Josh as he kept casting glances at a nearby
booth.  I finally turned to look.  The table was
occupied by a letter jacket and his girlfriend.  I
wondered if she had left her pompoms in the car or if
she was hiding them next to her in the booth.  I was
sure she could find something to cheer about in the
local fast-food joint.

I didn't say anything until we were back in the car
and he had to adjust himself after he buckled up.

"Having a problem there dude?"

"Wha?  Huh?"

"Guess you thought JockBoy was a cutie, huh?"

He finally got it, and I knew the side of his face
that wasn't turning black was now scarlet.

"It's ok to check the guys out ya know."

He looked at me.

"Really, Josh.  You are gay.  It is kind of natural
for you to look at another guy, don't you think?"

"I . . . guess."  Confusion was written all over his
face.  I think he thought I was making fun of him, but
couldn't quite decide for sure.

"If he had been a few years older I would have been
looking too.  But he was too young for me."

"You think so?"

"Well yeah, JT.  He was some high school aged jock.  I
am old enough to be his father!  Well, maybe, if I had
fucked his mother when I first started puberty!  Ick."

"Hey!"

"What, Josh?"

"You said the f-word!  You aren't supposed to do that!
 You were gonna wash my mouth out with soap for saying
it.  If I can't say it then you can't either!"

"Laying down the law, are you?"

He didn't back down.  I could tell he wasn't sure
where this was going, whether or not I was going to be
mad.  It was my first test.

"Yeah!" only a slight quiver in his voice.

"Ok then."

Silence.

A few seconds later he said, "Okay then?  What does
that mean?"

"It means that if you want to say fuck then you can
fucking say fuck for all I fucking care.  Just don't
be fucking around until after we have had a talk about
sex."

More silence.

I knew he was blushing again.

"What do you want to know?"

It was my turn to be confused.

"About what?"

"Well you said I couldn't be fucking around until we
had a talk about sex -- what do you want to know?"

Laughing, I shouted, "You shit!"

We did make it home that evening.  We were both tired
and Josh was hurting so we turned in early.  As I
drifted off to sleep I was wondering what might be
going through his mind as he spent his first night in
his new home.


End of part three.  Comments or suggestions to
vealskye@yahoo.com