Date: Sun, 24 Nov 2013 11:47:17 -0500
From: aj williams <gaycartoonkid@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Mentor Law

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Before I get started I just wanted to say this is not my usual work, and
it's not a quick stroke story. But it's story I felt I had to write for
those who are different and don't fit neatly into the letters of LGBT.
This story is a work of fiction, if you can't tell fiction from fact and
if reading stories makes you want to act them out, than read no further,
same goes if you're under the legal age in your area to read adult
material or is otherwise not permitted by law where you live. For the
rest of you, enjoy!

The Mentor Law


I sat and watched the TV for hours not leaving the news channels. I kept
switching between them, as if one would somehow report the live coverage
faster!

The supreme court was about the rule on our states "Mentor Law" which
allows adults to have a kind of temporary marriage/shared guardianship of
a child if parents give parental consent or the child is an orphan who
has been found competent enough  to decid for himself/herself  that  they
want this person to have a say in their life. Or put more simply: THE
WAY THINGS WERE  DONE FOR THOUSANDS OF YEARS!

I watched as the reporter scrambled to find some way to kill time as she
awaited the announcement, pulling people from the crowd and asking them
their thoughts and opinions.


"This is Daniel Timmons, he's 21 and a he's enrolled in law school on
track to have a very promising career in law. Mr. Timmons you're here
in support of this this law?" The young blonde said.

"That's right Gwen. I do not see any legal reason to keep hunting down
these men and women if these children's parents don't have a problem with
them. If I have a  child and I'm working 10 hours a day, that child can
fall through the cracks and feel unloved. If I want to let someone give
my child a little extra love and attention, what right does anyone have
to rip them apart?" The young man said with passion.

"I see you're holding a picture, can you tell our viewers who this is and
what he means to you?" She said, pointing to a framed photo of a
man around 40.

"Certainly. This is my "mentor" as people call them now, back then it was
"boylover". I fight for him. He was the man who ushered me into manhood,
made me feel comfortable with my body,  and showed me love!  Because of
him I grew into confident lover and loving father, neither of which would
have been as easy as it was without him! I was loved on a level  that it
hurts my heart to know other people will never experience. And that's one
of the greatest gifts he could have given me!"

"And where is he today?" Gwen asked.

"They found out about us. They came busting through the door one day  and
arrested him. And I was integrated and told what we did was filthy and
dirty and they kept telling me that over and over saying it wasn't ok, it
wasn't ok for me to THINK it was ok,, and after a while I believed them.
I knew I felt pleasure and joy from what we did so if he was sick, so
was I  in my mind. I hated him for making me sick, and the last thing
I told him when I saw him as a teen was I hoped he died. A year later I
got my wish when someone shot him in his home. Police haven't found, and
are not looking for, his killer to this day!" The young man said
holding back tears.

"But you don't feel that way now?" Gwen asked.

"No Gwen....no I don't! I thought back on our time and the joy he gave me
and I realized I wasn't sick for enjoying that, and he wasn't sick for
giving that time to me.  I loved him...I LOVE him...and I will die
haunted by the fact that the last thing I said to him was "I hate you!"
and I'm here today in hopes that no matter what the verdict is in this
case....we get over this need to punish people who are different! Because
of that need I was torn from my protector, my love, my father, just so
people could feel good about themselves and that's not right!" The young
man said.

"But what about all the studies that show this does harm to young boys?"
Gwen asked.

"Gwen, every study I've seen is about rape and that's traumatic at any
age. Also as I just said, when we're removed from our protectors like
that and told over and over we're sick, we believe that. There was a new
study done just a year back that asks adults if they felt positive
or negative about themselves after being "molested" and 70% of those
who had mentors as children and were not found out  had a positive self
image, those who were reported were only  40% positive self image and
those who had no mentors at all were around 50/50....Mentors have a
POSTIVE effect if they don't force and hurt their charge and are left
alone! And furthermore, if we had asked gays back in the 50s how they
felt about their mental state, that wouldn't have been a rosy study
either! It's the persecution of, not just the mentors, but
their charges as well  that cause the damage!"

"Well that's certainly a lot to think about. You make your case well, and
I 'm sure you're gonna make an amazing lawyer!" Gwen said smiling into
the camera.

"Thank you Gwen." He said.

The news then switched back over to the courthouse steps as they all
continued to wait for the news. Finally about 20 minutes later there was
flurry of activity as people started to come out of the court. They were
swarmed by reporters screaming at them and for another minute nothing
could be heard. I sit almost crying in suspense.

"Okay guys, I'm hear...." Gwen began to speak. "I'm hearing...fail...the
law has been stuck down!" She announced.

My heart broke and I began to weep, I knew my charge would be taken from
me and there was nothing I could do about it!  He'd hate me when
they were done with him, he'd hate himself! He was so shy and damaged
when I first met him, and now he was vibrant and bubbly, but they'd
destroy all that!

I wasn't even thinking of myself, just the pain that little boy
would have to endure as I watched the supports cry and the opponents
cheer. For the next few moments the camera panned around getting
reactions. But as Gwen went back into the crowd the young man
she interviewed  before was smiling and looking up at God mouthing the
words "Thank you!"

Gwen went went over to him, clearly confused as was I.

"Hello again Sir." She said. "The verdict just came back, that the law
has been struck down why is it that you look happy." She asked, having to
shout.

He looked back at her and started to talk but I couldn't hear what he was
saying over the crowd.

It sounded like something I couldn't' make out followed by "...more
long". Gwen asked him to repeat him self into the mic, which he held
closer to his mouth.

"Because you're WRONG!" He screamed!

"What do you mean?!" Gwen screamed.

The young man help up his phone to the camera which was  zoomed in at the
top of a  page that read "official supreme court ruling blog" or
something like that. Then he scrolled down to the head line "Supreme
court UPHOLDS Mentor law!" pointing to it with his finger to underscore
the point.

"Uh...guys can we have someone check that site..." Gwen said dumbfounded.

I couldn't hope anymore, all I could do is pray to God to overturn my
despair, but I couldn't hope anymore.... Several moments passed and then
Gwen began to speak again.

"Okay...ok they're telling me in my ear that the court struck down a
provision that gave mentors equal say in a child's medical decisions but
the court altered that to say that's only the case if the parents are not
present or the child is an orphan, that's the part that was struck
down...but the law as a whole...is UPHELD!" She said. "It's official, the
mentor supporters have WON!"

"It's UPHELD! UPHELD! UPHELD! OFFICAL SUPRERME COURT BLOG! OFFICAL
SUPREME COURT BLOG! " The young man screamed into the crown holding
his phone in the air! The crowd became silent around him, then started to
chant with him "Upheld!"  as they too checked their phones!

Suddenly a flood of relief and joy flooded my body almost like a full
body orgasm! I feel to my knees thanking God, and weeping uncontrobably,
this time with joy! I struggled to my feet wobbly though they were
and ran out the front door! I ran as fast and as hard as  I could down
the street, faster than I think I've ever ran!

I got to the house on the end of my street in record time and began
pounding on the door. Jason's father Tomas opened the door and I gave him
a big hug as tight as I could.

"I'm so sorry!" He said in a somber tone.

I pulled back and gave him a big wet kiss right on the lips that would
please any gay man...but  since Tom was straight...he looked at me with a
very confused look on his face! Poor man, he must have been
confused in more ways than one!

"Where is Jason?!" I asked breathlessly.

Tom just pointed down the hall to his bed room and I ran down the
hall and into his room. Clothes strewn about as always, and him laying on
his bed in the fetal position crying.

I sat next to him and scooped him up in my arms. He felt so small even
for a 10 year old. He was beautiful, blonde, tan...you get the idea. I
held him so tight and kissed him with passion. "there's something I need
to show you!" I whispered. He didn't respond he just latched on to
me tight, as I carried him into the living room.


I looked around for the remote to turn the tv on, but couldn't find it. I
asked Tom for it and he pointed to a broken pile of rubber and plastic
laying the left of the coffee table.

"He didn't like the news!" Tom said.

I smiled and walked over, flicking the tv on manually.  As the
picture faded in the banner scrolling across the screen still read
"Mentor law struck down!" I laughed out loud, which confused Tom and
Jason who wondered how on earth I could think this was funny.

But then as the anchors began to talk and go over the story of how they
got it wrong, I saw their faces light up and their despair fade into
hope. Hope they were  hearing this right.

"They got it wrong baby! We can be together now!" I whispered as I leaned
in for another kiss.

Jason met my  lips with his and he grabbed me hard, wrapping his little
arms as tight as he could get them around me!

"Oh thank the Lord!" Tom shouted. "I was so scared! My brother went
through the pain of losing a mentor... he...he was never the same" Tom
began to weep.

I pulled him to me still holding his son and the three of us embraced.
Then me and Jason sat on the couch watching the details come in. Just as
they said before,  the courts had wanted to make sure the parents had
priority rights and worded their decision so that unless the parents
completely gave up all custody, the mentor was basically  only a legal
guardian when they weren't around. I was fine with that, as were most
other mentors who were speaking on TV.

Me and Jason couldn't help but celebrate and I couldn't keep my hands off
him. Going down his pants and getting his little 3 inch  dick to stand
tall and proud. Tom kept walking past us trying not to look.

"Sorry Tom, I know you don't like to see me violating your little one in
front of you, but I can't help it!" I said smiling at my little man.

"Today...today it's cool man!" Tom said with a smile.

"Ew...should we go get the whips and chains!" Jason blurted out with a
smile.

"Cute Jason, juuuuust cute!" Tom said looking uncomfortable!

"Hey would we love him as much if he didn't push our buttons?!" I asked.

"Are you kidding!? I don't even like him!" Tom said sarcastically.

Jason sprang up and hit Tom who was standing behind the sofa  now.

"Besides, you two don't use whips and chains...you use ropes and
paddles!" Tom exclaimed  dropping our jaws."Didn't think I knew how to
use Jason's computer did ya!?"

Jason collapsed into my arms red faced, I was also blushing feeling the
blood as it practically burned my cheeks.


"That was a low blow man!" I said sarcastically.

"But it was a good one, was it not!?" He said in that Peter Pan tone.

"Respect!" I said.

"I'm just teasin Jase. You guys are beautiful together. Never let this
old asshole or anyone else make you feel embarrassed!" Tom said
as flopped down beside Jason.

"Can we go celebrate?" Jason asked, popping back up.

Tom and I had promised him a pizza party if the law passed, but that was
ages ago. We'd almost forgotten. I knew Tom was in financial trouble
so if we went, the food would be on me, but I didn't care!

"Sure little guy!" I said. "Call David, I'm sure he'll wanna come." I
said, with a notable hint of dread.

"Oh you just don't  like him cause he won't let you suck him
off!" Jason said as he went over to the phone.

"Once! ONE single time did I ask him if he wanted me to and that was when
I first met him, now he can suck my dick for a completely different
reason!"  I blurted out!

"MARTY!" Tom exclaimed! "He's 8!"

"So!? He's an stubborn little ass who's 8!" I shot back!

Tom laughed and shuck his head as we sat there watching tv. And then
there was a site I never thought I would see, they cut in on a live shot
of our state and there were crowds and crowds of men and little boys,
screaming to the top of their lungs.  And one man on live tv,
passionately kissing his boy like a soldier home from war! Me and Tom
looked at each other stunned. And with that I was in tears again.

Tom pulled me to him and held me tight as I wept. "There are so many!" I
said through the tears.

"Did you think you guys were alone?" Tom asked somewhat sarcastically.

"...felt that way...always felt that way!" I whispered.

Tom grasped me tight and kissed the top of my head. In a lot of ways Tom
was my mentor even though he was younger than me.

"Get in here squirt you've gotta see this!" Tom called out to Jason,
who came running with phone in hand.

He dropped the phone when he saw them replaying the footage me and Tom
had just witnessed,  and sat down beside me. I wasn't going to be taken
from him and he knew it now. The dam of emotions broke and he began to
cry uncontrollably.

"Was wondering when that was coming." I sad holding him tight as Tom
still held me.

Our family was together now, and NO ONE but God could tear us apart.

A week later with a gathering of our close  friends and family we had a
small ceremony where our local minister blessed our family as we signed
the papers that would bind us together. No longer would I worry when
Jason spent the night if an emergency should happen I might not reach
Tom. No longer would  the lady across the street, God love her, be able
to call the police every time she looked through the window and saw me
kissing my little charge...or other things! No more would either of us
have to feel like dirt so that others can feel good about themselves. It
was a good time to be a mentor, and as I write this to you  through time,
I want you to remember that just like gays before you, and interracial
couples before them it's only a matter of time before people's hearts
realize their mistakes and let God in. Don't give up!

END

This is dedicated to those who feel wounded because they were
born different! God loves ya!


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