Date: Mon, 28 Jun 1999 06:17:34 PDT
From: ed swanky <edswanky@hotmail.com>
Subject: Christopher-answers Ch. 21
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Christopher Answers
Chapter 21
Tay and Tim had a lot of catching up to do as they cuddled together on
Tay's bed. Tim talked about Gary, tears streamed down his cheeks as he
told about the small boy who tried to emerge but never made it.
Tay listened for over an hour as Tim talked through the grief that he
felt. Tay cried along with him, the contrived version of himself was now
completely gone. His heart ached for Tim and the pain he was experiencing.
They lay in spoon fashion with Tay's arms wrapped around Timmy's chest.
Tay could feel his cock stir and was a bit ashamed. He wanted so much
to enter Tim but was reluctant to assume that role again. Tim sensed that
and told Tay that he wanted to feel him inside. Tay kissed him and helped
Tim to roll on his back. He hoisted Tim's legs over his shoulders and
pressed his body forward. Tim groaned as the feeling of fullness enveloped
him. His thoughts were of Tay but interspersed with thoughts of Gary. Tay
was so gentle that there was no pain. He eased himself slowly inside his
little friend, gone was the rough *taking* that resulted in the break-up
of their relationship.
The significance of this moment was not lost on Tay. His Timmy was
allowing him to become a full partner in their lovemaking. Tay had been
prepared to play the other role exclusively for as long as Tim thought
necessary to repair the damage he had done.
Tay tried to make his love last as long as he could. He drove forward
and retreated again and again. He was mesmerized. Both boys locked their
gazes together and seemed to be reading each other for any sign of a need
not being met. This was how it used to be between them. The primary
concern of both was the attainment of the other's joy and satisfaction.
After ten minutes of coupling, Tay's balls released it's treasure into
Tim's hot rectum. He held inside as the last pleasurable wave overtook his
body. Their eyes disengaged as Tay lowered his mouth onto Tim's. His long
hair fell forward and shrouded Tim's face as he sealed their physical love
with a kiss.
Tay pulled back and allowed his softening cock to plop out. He lifted
Tim's legs off his shoulders and snuggled his way back into the same spoon
position as before. They lay that way for another half hour before they
decided to take a shower and get cleaned up. Tay soaped Tim completely, he
marveled at the feel of his firm body. His hands roamed all over as Tim
stood there luxuriating in his ministrations. Tay was reluctant for it to
end but changed places as Tim took his turn and began to soap his taut body
in the same thorough manner.
The ripe melons on both shimmered with wetness as they stepped out and
toweled each other dry. Tim spent a long time using the blow dryer on
Tay's shoulder length hair. It needed special attention as well as the
thick patch of pubic hair above his uncut cock. Tay returned the favor but
included his armpit hairs to Tim's giggling delight. The heat from the
blow dryer tickled him and Tay took full advantage of the moment. It was
so good to hear his friend laugh again.
When they finished, the two naked boys padded back to the bed and lay
down just to rest for a few minutes. The alarm clock turned to 3PM. They
fell asleep in each other's arms and woke up around six. The sounds of his
parents coming in the front door awakened them. Tim was anxious to get
dressed so Tay would not be caught in a compromising relationship that his
parents knew nothing about. Tay didn't experience the same reaction. He
got up, calmly put on his robe and bedroom slippers and walked downstairs
to meet them. Tim heard him say:
"Dad and Mom, I have something I need to talk to you about."
Tim knew then that everything was going to be just fine. He had a
feeling that Gary was there whispering in his ear. Tim smiled and said:
"Thanks Gary, I love you too."
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Sarah Parker was about to knock on the kitchen door. She could see
Martha sitting at the table with someone else and decided to come back at
another time. She turned to leave when she heard a loud thump. Martha
was on the floor, a man about Justin's size was standing over her. He
reached down and grabbed her by the hair. Sarah saw his open hand raise up
and acting on pure instinct, opened the door and yelled at him to stop.
He turned to face her and momentarily seemed ashamed at what he had
done. He released his grip on Martha and literally shoved Justin's mother
aside as he swiftly made his exit. Sarah fell against the wall and bruised
her jaw. No real damage done but the impact was severe enough to cause her
a good deal of pain.
She got up and assisted Martha who was still laying on the kitchen
floor. The look on Martha's face was heart-wrenching. She seemed confused
as Sarah helped her to her feet and back into a chair. Brochures on the
table were a stark indication of what was being discussed. Lace-lined
coffins were pictured on several, others had pictures of bronze cemetery
markers.
Martha's eyes were sunken, dark and lifeless as she aimlessly stacked
them in a neat pile. Her thoughts were of Sarah and how she might think
that she was a sloppy housekeeper. Then the realization that her husband
had hit her for the second time in their marriage made her feel deeply
ashamed that Sarah was a witness to it.
Sarah had called her a few hours earlier and asked if there was anything
she might do for her. She talked about their days in school and wasn't sure
if Martha even remembered her. Martha virtually had been alone since
Reverend Paul left. Several neighbors stopped by with food but were
reluctant to stay because they had never formed a bond with the Watkins
family. Elder John was a difficult man to befriend. He was constantly
quoting from the bible. That made most people nervous and so they just
stayed away. Martha had been a vibrant, outgoing person when she married
him. The last ten years had taken their toll on her. She had withdrawn
from former friends and was ultimately left with just her son and her
husband as her only social contacts.
Sarah's kind heart went out to Martha. She sat on a chair next to her
and drew Martha's hand into hers. Martha was only able to give her a few
nervous glances before she stood up and busied herself with making coffee.
She apologized profusely for her husband when she saw the swelling that
appeared on Sarah's jaw. She put some ice in a freezer bag and wrapped it
in a dish cloth. Sarah sat there holding the makeshift icepack to her face
while trying to get Martha to open up about her feelings. She was
determined not to leave there until Martha showed her some sign of dropping
the stoic defense mechanism she had adopted to hide her complete and utter
devastation.
Small talk consumed most of their first hour together. Martha finally
gave in to the despair she was feeling by stopping in mid-sentence and
sobbing uncontrollably. Sarah wrapped her arms around her as she broke
down and softly cried:
"Oh God, why did you have to take my Gary from me."
Sarah cried with her. She pictured herself and the feelings she would
have if it had been her son Justin, or his dear, little friend, Christopher.
Martha clung to her as the finality of her son's death hit for the first
time. She had no one to share her grief until this dear, compassionate
woman came to see her.
Her husband stopped by only to attend to some necessary paperwork. He
still had not shown any signs of softening his position. Martha incurred
his wrath by continuing to refer to Gary as 'our son'. His anger came
swiftly, without warning, a sign that Gary's death meant more to him than
he was willing to acknowledge. One minute they were talking and the next
minute Martha was on the floor. He didn't remember striking her or
grabbing her hair until he heard Sarah yell for him to stop.
Sarah stayed with her for the whole afternoon. Martha told her things
that she had repressed for years. Her loveless marriage to a man gone
stone cold, a son who loved his father but received no love in return.
Her relationship with Gary was loving but only civil at best. He didn't
seem to be able to confide in her and finally she just gave up trying. The
night that her husband left, she said, was the first time that she and Gary
ever had a meaningful conversation.
When Sarah left to go home it was nearing six o'clock. She looked at
her face in the rear-view mirror of her car. The puffiness on her jaw
had receded but was replaced by an angry, purple-red mark that marred her
otherwise smooth face. Knowing her son Justin and his temper, she decided
not to tell him what happened. If asked, she would tell him a half-truth
and say that she slipped on the kitchen floor and fell against the wall. If
Justin knew the whole truth, he would be out the door in a instant to hunt
down Gary's father. She certainly didn't want that to happen.
Justin and Christopher had gotten there a few minutes before she pulled
into the driveway. She heard the TV in the family room, peeked in and said
hello to her two boys sitting together on the sofa.
"I'll have supper ready shortly, sorry I'm late, I spent the afternoon
with Gary's mother."
She was standing at the stove when Justin came up behind her and put
his arm around her waist. She leaned back for her customary peck on the
cheek when Justin saw the angry red welt. He showed immediate concern and
she went right into the rehearsed version she had decided to tell him.
Christopher walked into the kitchen, kissed her and sat down. He asked
Sarah about Gary's mom and how she was coping.
Justin sat down and listened as Sarah related how lonely Martha was and
that her heart went out to her. Christopher offered that maybe he and
Justin should go there after supper to let her know how sad they felt.
Sarah agreed that it would be wonderful if they did.
After supper, Justin and Chris drove there and tentatively rang the
doorbell. Martha opened the door to the two teens, recognizing Justin from
the team photos that were in Gary's room. They sat in the living room,
Christopher did most of the talking, which was unusual. He was very careful
to paint all his impressions of Gary in a positive light.
Gary's mom seemed happy that her son was so thought of so highly. She
remembered the conversation she had with Gary that night which included his
description of Justin and Christopher's relationship.
How nice, she thought, that the two of them could be so open about their
love for each other. They sat there chatting for about a half hour before
Martha told Justin what a wonderful thing his mother did by spending the
afternoon with her. She asked Justin if his mother was in any pain from the
welt on her jaw. She went into the same apology for her husband's actions
that she had given to Sarah immediately after it happened.
Justin's whole body stiffened. Christopher realized what the impact of
Martha's words had on Justin. He tried to delay their departure but Justin
insisted that they *must* leave now. He knew better than to argue and made
some polite excuse to Martha for the two of them.
Sarah was sitting at home and suddenly remembered her half-lie to her
son. She picked up the phone and fumbled for the pad that had Martha's
number written on it. Martha heard it ring while she was at the front door
watching the two nice boys drive away.
Justin drove fast, Christopher tried his best to calm him down.
"I don't want to hear it Chris! that son of a ......
His words trailed off as the car came to a screeching halt in front of
the church. Justin jumped out and walked swiftly to the side entrance
leading down to the basement apartment.
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end chapter 21
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