Date: Wed, 11 Jan 2006 19:04:07 EST
From: ImJeff0882@aol.com
Subject: Craig Finds Paradise, part 3

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Craig Finds Paradise, part 3.

Chapter Three

When the movie was over Craig walked to the window and looked outside.  "Oh
no," he goaned.

"What is it?"

"It stopped snowing."

Roger walked up to the window and looked outside.  "Don't you want it to
stop so you can go home?"

Craig looked embarrassed.  "Yeah.  I guess so."

"What's going on, Craig?"

Craig walked over and sat in front of the fire.  "I just can't wait to get
away.  I thought September wasn't all that far off, but after being here
with you," he hesitated.

"What's going on at home?"

Craig looked at him.  "Nothing bad.  I just hate living in Happy Valley.
It's not a very happy place for me.  I got made fun of all the time in
school.  I was always the smallest, the skinniest, and the boy with the
voice like an angel."

"Oh, I'm sorry," Roger said sitting next to him.

"In high school everyone pretty much just ignored me.  I had choir and
stuff but never had friends.  I guess everyone thought I was gay.  I guess
I did too, but I didn't want to think that I was.  My dad hates gay people.
I didn't want him to hate me.  When I'd visit him he'd talk about how gay
people were evil.  My mom always said that I wasn't gay, that I would never
do anything like that.  When my sister went to college she lived at school,
but when I wanted to go my mom said she didn't have the money and I had to
live at home.

"In college I decided that I was going to have a new start that I was going
to meet a girl and get married and have children and then my parents would
be proud of me.  I decided that even if I thought about men I would get
married.  But then I think I figured out that I was probably gay but I knew
I'd never have a boyfriend.  There was a boy in choir in college who liked
me.  He wanted me to go to a movie with him, but I knew he wanted me to be
gay with him and I was too afraid.  Every time he'd talk to me, that
feeling would happen."

"What feeling?"

"I'd start to shake inside."

"Like you did last night?"

"Yeah."

Roger nodded.  "You think you wanted him?"

"Yeah, maybe; but I decided I didn't want him either.  I wanted a girl."

Tears filled Craig's eyes.  "But I did want him.  And I like what you and I
did a lot.  And I don't want to go home.  But I do."  More tears.  "I don't
think I can be gay."

"Well, Craig, I don't think you can do much about the way you feel, but you
can do something about the way you behave.  I mean you have choices."

"Like what?"

"Well, you can get a girlfriend and get married and have children and
ignore these feelings.  I don't think you'll be very happy or successful
doing that, but you can try, I guess.  Or, you can get married, have a
family and have boyfriends on the side.  A lot of people have affairs.
Your affairs would be with men."  Craig listened.  "You can not get married
and date woman and play straight and have boyfriends on the side and not
let anyone know, or you can just have boyfriends and not let anyone know.
You know, act straight.  Or you can just not have a boyfriend or a
girlfriend."

"None of that sounds very happy."

"Well, life isn't only happy.  They are all choices you can make; painful
choices, but choices none the less."  Craig looked away.  "Your only other
alternative is to live as a gay man, hope that you can find a man who loves
you and that you can love and fight for whatever piece of happiness life
can afford you."

"But what about my parents and all the people who hate gay people?"

"What about them?"

"They will hate me."

"Yeah, maybe they will, but you have to decide who you live your life for;
yourself or all those other people."  Craig sat silently.  "Craig, life
isn't easy.  I'm one of the lucky ones.  I ran away because I knew my
family couldn't love me if I told them that I was gay.  I picked a job that
isolated me from them and everyone else.  I was alone and miserable for
years.  I mean I had the occasional boyfriend here and there but never
would I allow myself to fall in love with a man.  Then I became so
depressed and so lonely, well, it was a bad time.  That's when I started
looking for Tommy.  Not to be a boyfriend but to have someone to talk to.
To find out what he was doing.  How he was living his life."

"What did he say?"

"He told me that everyone knew he was gay and that if they didn't like it
they were no longer part of his life.  I asked him if his parents knew and
he said yes and they were not happy at first but that they were fine with
it now.  He said that Adam hasn't talked to him since he found out.

"That's when we started becoming friends again.  But I knew that if I
didn't start admitting that I was gay that any chance we might have for a
relationship was slim.  I told my parents and they were surprised but they
never hated me.  Actually, they love me.  So, I'm lucky.  I have parents
who love me."

"My parents would never love me."

"That might very well be true.  So, you have to decide what's best for you.
But, I am happy with my life."

Craig sat and looked to be deep in thought.  He said, "That boy that asked
me to go to a movie; he asked this other guy out to the movie and they
became boyfriends.  I knew I could never have a boyfriend, but when they
were boyfriends I was really sad.  My choir leader said that I should apply
for this program to get a Masters in Music.  He said that I could lead
choir and teach, too.  I was so happy.  They'll give me money.  I could
work at college and I would be able to live alone while I got my degree and
I would be hours away from Happy Valley and my parents and then I could
have a boyfriend."

"Nothing has changed.  You can still do that."

"But then I thought that if I had a boyfriend I'd never be able to go home.
I'd never be able to see my parents.  So, then I decided that I would just
go and I'd live alone and not have anyone."

"That sounds like the most difficult way to live ones life. But, Craig, you
can still do that, too."

"I know, but now I know what I'll be missing.  I think I would go crazy."

Roger laughed.  "I doubt that you'll go crazy.  You might feel horny as
hell."

"Now, I think I want to go to college and have a boyfriend."

Roger smiled, "You know, you're not going to go to college and have a
boyfriend the next day.  It will take time to meet people, make friends,
find a group of gay men, and find a man you like."

"I know."  More tears.  "Why is it so hard?"

"It just is, Craig.  But, if you find the right man to love it will be
worth it."

"But, I'm twenty already.  It might be too late."

Roger laughed out loud.  "Craig, you're a baby.  Believe me you are not too
old.  You are just becoming a man.  I don't think I was ready for a
boyfriend until maybe a year or so ago."  Craig looked at him.  "You don't
think I'm too old to find a boyfriend, do you?"

"No, you are perfect."

Roger smiled, "Thank you.  So you've got eight years before you are
perfect."

Craig smiled.  "Can we be friends?"

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know anyone who is gay.  Can I talk to you sometimes?  You know
call you and talk to you, and maybe visit you.  You said Tommy might
transfer to the city and you said you would be coming to visit and stay
with him.  We could visit and talk."

Roger smiled.  "I'd like that.  Yes, that would be fine."

Craig smiled and then leaned into Roger.  "I'm scared."

Roger leaned back on the sofa, put his arm around Craig and held him.  "I
get scared a lot, too."

"Really."

"Yes.  And like you, when I'd get scared I'd let it stop me.  But now when
I get scared I tell myself it is okay to be scared and that I can do what I
want to do anyway, just like you did when you told me that you looked into
the trunk."  Crain nodded as he listened and rested his head on Roger's
chest.  "That's turned out to be okay, hasn't it?"

Craig looked up at Roger and smiled and then lifted the blanket off his
lap.  His erection pointed up at them.

Roger smiled and said, "I don't think we should wait until tomorrow."

"For what?"

Roger took Craig by the hand and led him to the bedroom.  "Are you ready
for a new adventure?"  Craig looked at Roger.  "Do you want to fuck me?"

"Oh yeah.  Wow, yeah for sure.  Cool."  Craig followed Roger to the
bedroom.  "Was Tommy the first one you fucked?"

"Yes,"

"Do you remember that, too?"

"Oh yeah.  It wasn't all that great.  Neither of us knew what we were
doing?"

"What happened?"

"Well, it was when he went to college.  He came home for Thanksgiving.  He
called me as soon as he arrived.  Wow, I remember getting that phone call.
I answered the phone and heard his voice.  I knew he was coming home.  My
dick started getting hard as soon as I heard his voice.  It was so
exciting; having this secret sex thing going on with him.  It was scary and
exciting."

"You didn't want anyone to know."

"Definitely not.  But, I couldn't wait to see him.  We had to be careful.
We didn't want people to think something weird was going on.  But, it was
so cool.  He got home Wednesday about dinner time.  He called and said he
was going for a run and wanted to know if I wanted to run with him.  Well,
I was on the track team and always running so I said yes.  My parents were
cool with it.

"He said we would run up in the hills, it was dark already.  He said we
should drive up to the bike path.  He picked me up.  We drove around the
block and he parked and we started grabbing at each other.  He pushed my
hands away and pulled down my running pants and started sucking me.  Then I
sucked him.  I think we both came in about a minute.  Then we drove to the
bike path.  We got out and started running up around the hills and then he
told me to follow him.  We ran off the path and into the brush and trees
and stuff.

"I started getting a hard-on.  I knew why we were going off the trail, or
so I thought."

"You thought he was going to blow you."

"Yeah.  We got to this place.  It was dark and there were trees.  He stood
near a tree and pulled his running pants off.  I did the same thing.  He
took this stuff out of his pocket and said to me.  Do you want to fuck me?
I was kind of dumb and said, `how?'  He said, this is lube stuff and a
condom, you put it on your dick and then you put your dick in my butt.  I
really wanted to do it, but I was scared and I didn't know if I wanted him
to do it to me."

Craig said, "Yeah, I don't know about that either."

"He told me that he wouldn't do it to me if I didn't want him to, but he
hoped I'd do it to him.  My dick was hard.  I told him that I thought it
would hurt and he said it probably would but I should just go slowly.  I
said okay.  My legs were shaking.  We put the lube on my dick and his butt
and then he knelt down and put the condom on my dick.  He turned around and
leaned over and held onto the tree.  I walked up behind him and started
running my dick around there.  I started pushing a little.  He didn't say
anything.  I pushed more and more and more until he yelled, `stop'.  I
stopped.  It was hurting him.  He was breathing hard and then he said okay.
I went in further and further.  He said he was okay and I started rocking
back and forth.  It was cold, it was dark, I was nervous, his butt was
hurting him and he was saying go ahead do it and I did.  And about 20
seconds later I came."  Roger laughed.  "It was weird and I decided I
didn't like it as much as getting head."

"Did you let him fuck you?"

"Not that night, but before he went back to school I did.  I think I was
missing him so much and wanted him to want to come home at Christmas.  I
told him he could.  We went back there and I stood leaning against the tree
and he did it to me."

"Did it hurt?"

"A little, but not so much after he got started.  He really liked doing it;
a lot.  He told me to do it to him.  He told me to take my time, not to cum
so fast.  I got inside him and started fucking him.  I guess because I
wasn't scared I started to enjoy it and I was enjoying it a lot.  I was
fucking him faster now and he kept saying that he liked it.  I was really
into it When I came I almost fell down, my legs were shaking so much."

"Wow," Craig said and laughed, "that would have been funny.

"He asked me if he could do it again and I said okay.  I leaned against the
tree and he did it to me.  It took him a while and he was fucking me hard,
but it was kind of exciting.  He'd reach around and play with my dick and
before long I was hard and I knew I wanted to do it to him again.  I kept
thinking that he liked fucking me a lot and that he'd call me for sure when
he came home for Christmas."  Roger laughed again.

"Did you fuck him again?"  Roger nodded.  "Did he call you at Christmas?"

"Yes, and at semester break and at spring break and then the summer after."

"And then his parents moved away," Craig said.

"And then they moved away and I went to college and I never saw him again.

Roger got up and opened the trunk.  He reached down into the trunk and
pulled out a bottle of lube and a package of condoms.  Craig smiled.  Roger
asked, "Have you ever put one of these on?"  Craig shook his head.

Roger knelt down in front of him, between his legs.  He squirted some lube
on Craig dick and ran his fingers over it.  Craig sighed.  Roger opened the
condom wrapper.  He showered Craig the condom.  He held the reservoir tip
between his fingers.  Craig watched, as Roger began to unroll the condom
over Craig's dick.  Craig nodded.  Roger squirted lube on the condom and
ran his finger over the condom.  Craig watched.

Roger lay down on the bed.  He squirted lube on his fingers and began to
work his fingers into his butt hole.  One finger, two, three, and then he
moved them in and out of his butt.  Craig watched.  "It helps if I'm a
little stretched out.  It's been about a month since I've seen Tommy."
Craig nodded.

Roger made himself comfortable.  He told Craig to move on top of him.
Craig did.  Roger spread his legs and wrapped them around Craig.  Craig was
breathing hard.  "Now take your dick in your hand and move it to my butt
hole."  Craig did.  "Move it around, up and down and push very gently"
Craig did.  "Okay, there, good, now very gently push in a little at a
time."  Craig did.  "Okay, oh yeah."

Craig could feel his cock head move inside of Roger.  He remained frozen
still.  He was afraid he was going to hurt Roger.

Roger said, "Can you feel that?"  Craig nodded.  "Okay, push in a little
more."  Craig did.  Roger began to relax.  "I'm okay.  You can start to
move back and forth."  Craig began rocking on his knees.

"Oh wow, this is feeling good.  Oh wow," Craig said, staring into Roger's
eyes.  "Am I doing okay?"

"You are doing great; just don't push in to far yet.  You're bigger than
anything I've ever had before" Roger said as he began to rub his dick.
"You can start fucking me faster and harder."

"Really?"

"Yes, if you hurt me I'll tell you, but it is feeling good."

"Really," Craig said as he began to thrust deeper and faster.  "Oh wow, oh
fuck."  Craig began to push fast and hard.  "Oh fuck, I think I'm going to
cum already.  Oh fuck," he yelled as he collapsed on top of Roger.  He kept
thrust and digging his feet into the mattress and saying, "Oh fuck, oh
fuck," as he came.  "Oh fuck, that was too fast."

Roger grabbed the sheets as Craig pushed deep into him.  He felt pressure
deep inside him like he never felt before.  He was happy that Craig was
cumming.  Roger laughed.  "I think it's always fast the first time."

"Can I do it again?"

"Are you hard?"

"Well, I don't think so, right now, but I'm sure I will be in a while."

Roger laughed again and said, "Yes, I'm sure you will be."

Craig said, "That wasn't very good, was it?"

"Don't worry about it.  You'll do just fine later on.  By the time you
leave you're going to be a fuck master," Roger said and smiled.

Craig lay beside Roger with his dick still wrapped in the cum filled condom
with a big grin on his face.  "This sounds like fun."

They decided that they were hungry.  Naked, they searched through the
cupboards and refrigerator trying to decide on what to have for dinner.
Roger could still feel the fucking Craig gave him.  He took a deep breath
as he thought about taking all of Craig at some point.

Eventually, they decided on macaroni with sauce and a salad.

As Craig began cutting and chopping stuff for the salad, Roger put up a pot
to boil the pasta.  Roger, oddly for the first time, began to notice how
attractive Craig was.  He watched as Craig moved through the kitchen.  He
noticed the smooth roundness of his buttock, the leanness of his legs, his
tight stomach and chest, the fullness of his lips and the faint smile that
hung upon them.  He had to strongest urge to touch him in a loving way.  Up
until now, their touching had been mostly sexual.  But, Roger was being to
feel a gentle appreciation for the boy who was on the one hand so confident
and out spoken and on the other so frightened and shy.

Roger said, "Sing for me."

"What?" Craig said.

"Anything you want."

"NO, I didn't mean what should I sing, I meant what do you mean, sing for
me.  I just can't sing."

"Why not?"

Craig laughed.  "Because I need music."

"Well, I have piles of CD's.  Put one on and sing for me.  I want to hear
you sing."

"You don't have choir music."

Roger laughed.  "Some how I doubt that's all you sing.  Do you sing songs
from Broadway shows?"

"Well, yeah.  But," his voice began to stammer.

"Craig, we're naked, sucking and fucking, swallowing each other's cum.  I'm
going to let you fuck me until you can't get it up anymore.  You can't be
too embarrassed to sing in front of me."

"You won't laugh if I fuck up.  It's not easy to just put on a CD and sing
along."

"I promise you I won't laugh.  If I in any way embarrass you, you can, damn
I don't know what, but you can do what ever you want."

Craig stood there looking stressed.  He had his arms crossed over his
chest.  Roger's felt his body warming as he watched the sweet innocence a
boy morph into the deep apprehensions of a pained young adult.

Craig nodded.  He walked into the living room and began to dig through
stacks of CD's.  "Wow, you have a lot of music here; all different kinds of
music."

"It's my hobby.  I love music.  It moves me like nothing else.  Well,
except maybe Tommy."

Craig turned and looked at Roger and said, "You really love him."

"Yes, I do."

Craig continued to look through the CD's.  "Do you have a picture of him?"

"Hundreds."

Craig smiled, "No really."

"Yes, hundreds.  That my hobby also."

"Oh wow, did you take these pictures," Craig said, looking around the
living room.

"Yes."

"Damn, you are good.  I thought you bought them someplace."

"I've had shows, and recently a publisher asked me to put stuff together
for a book."

"Wow, that's cool.  That one there," Craig said, pointing to an image of
fallen trees and a waterfall "is one of my favorites."

Roger smiled, "You have a good eye.  That's the one they want to use for
the cover."

Craig pulled out a CD.  It was `Chicago'.  He skipped to track sixteen,
`Mr. Cellophane'.

He began to sing and sway along with Joel Grey to the song.  Roger
listened, chills ran though his chest and arms as he watched and listened.
It was as if a different persona inhabited Craig's body.

Craig sang out.  He looked to be in a different place and time.  "should
have been my name, Mr. Cellophane, should have been my name, because you
can look right through me, walk right by me, and never know I'm there."

Craig smiled and bowed when he was done.

"Oh my god, Craig.  When you said you sang in the choir I figured you had a
good voice but, damn it, Craig, that was wonderful.  Wait, I know you must
know popular music."  Roger got up and pulled out Rob Thomas and handed it
to Craig.  "Do you know this?"

"Yeah, if you mean, `lonely no more'."

"Exactly."

"You know this isn't easy."

"I know, but please."

Craig put on the CD, put on track two.  Roger could see the apprehension in
Craig's body.  He began to sing along with the CD.  He struggled with the
first few lines and then something happened.  He closed his eyes and the
music filled him.  His voice filled the room.  Roger again felt chills run
through his body. He watched Craig move with the music. His body moved
rhythmically, but with both a powerful sensuality and grace.  As Craig
finished singing `lonely no more', he went right into the next song, `Ever
the same'.  Roger sat back amazed.  Craig opened his eyes as he sang and
smiled at Roger.

When the track ended, Craig smiled and bowed again.  "I do this at home all
the time when no one is home.  I can hear a song two or three times and for
some reason I just know it after that."  Roger just stared.  "When I feel
really depressed and lonely and no one is home I put on my CD player with
my earplugs in and sing. Either that or I jerk off," he said and laughed.
"Or I do both."

"Craig, your voice is so powerful.  Where does it come from?"  Craig
laughed.  "I'm not kidding, Craig.  I'm shocked."  Craig's face turned red.
Roger walked up to him and hugged him.  "Craig you don't belong with the
chorus."

"I'm in a choir not the chorus."

"You should be singing solo."  Craig pulled away and sat down on the sofa.
Roger sat beside him.  "Craig, you must know how good you are."  Craig
shrugged.  "No, that's not fair.  I mean you've got to know that you are
very good.  I understand that you're afraid to perform, but you can't tell
me you don't know your voice is very good."

"People who sing in choirs have good voices."

"Yes, I have no doubt about that.  But, come on, your choir leader must
have told you that you are more than good."

Craig sighed.  "The college is putting on a show with a community
playhouse.  It's going to be a joint summer festival.  They're doing
`Cabaret'.  He wants me to try out for the lead."

"Oh wow, Craig.  Of wow, that's a fantastic part.  Tommy and I went to New
York and saw it on Broadway with Alan Cumming. It was fantastic.  What an
opportunity."

"I can't.  I just can't.  Please, I just can't."

"Okay, enough for now, but tell me we can talk about this later.  Okay?"

Craig looked at him like a scared puppy.  "Okay, later."  They both stood
and walked to the kitchen.  Craig went back to making the salad and Roger
stirred the sauce.  Craig said, "Thank you," and looked at Roger.  Roger
looked at him quizzically.  "For saying I'm good and not laughing at me."

Roger just stared at Craig.  "Why would anyone laugh at you?"

"I think I look gay when I sing."

Roger finally got it.  He's not afraid of people laughing at his voice,
he's afraid people will think he `looks gay'.  "You don't look gay when you
sing," Roger said emphatically.  "Do you look gay when you sing in the
choir?"

Craig shrugged.  "No one is looking at me.  And I don't move when I sing in
the choir.  I think when I move when I sing I look gay."

"You don't," Roger insisted.  "Anyway, what does looking gay mean?"

"People use to say I sounded like an angel.  When I was a kid, I had one of
those voices, you know, in a boy's choir, how kids sound."  Roger nodded.
"At Christmas they always gave me the hardest solos when we'd sing
Christmas Carols.  My choir leader said that I had the voice of an angel.
He said that my voice carried through out the auditorium.  Then someone
said I had the voice of an angel and I looked like a fairy."  Tears filled
Craig's eyes.  "After that I couldn't do it anymore."

"Oh Craig, that's just shit.  They were jealous.  They wanted the attention
you were getting.  Didn't your parents tell you that?"

Craig shook his head as he cried.  "My dad said it.  He said I embarrassed
him.  He said he wanted a football player for a son and he got a fairy
instead."  Craig turned away and cried.

Roger's eyes filled with tears and his body filled with anger.

Craig said, "Please, I can't talk about this anymore.  It makes me too sad
and I've been feeling so happy while I've been here with you."

Roger said, "You're a very talented young man, a very attractive young man,
and I'd say a good young man.  And, yes we can talk about something else."
He walked up to Craig and embraced his from behind.  He put his arms around
Craig and kissed his neck.

Craig sighed and said, "Your photographs are beautiful.  I was looking at
them when you went down to my car."  He sniffed and wiped his face with his
hands.  "I don't know about stuff like that, but they look beautiful."

"Thank you."

"After dinner can I see the pictures of Tommy?"

Roger smiled and said, "Sure, I guess he wouldn't mind."

"Why would he mind?"

"Well, most of them are nude pictures."

"Oh wow, now I really want to see them," Craig said smiling.  "Can you see
stuff?"

"Oh yeah, you can see everything and in it's full glory."

"Oh wow, really?  Cool."

"Maybe you'll let me take pictures of you," Roger suggested.

"You mean me in the nude?"  Roger nodded.  "With a boner?"

Roger laughed.  "I'll show you the images of Tommy and you'll see that I
can take them in a way so that where you have a boner your face will be in
the shadows.  But, we can take pictures of you in the nude without you
having a boner.  You're a very attractive young man and I think I can take
some really interesting shots of you.  I know that this is going to sound
odd to you, but I want to take pictures of you singing.  You really are
remarkably attractive when you sing.  I had chills running thought my body.
I'd like to see if I can capture that."  Craig just stared at Roger.  "I'm
serious Craig.  Also, there is an innocence about you that I want to
capture and a very powerful sensuality, too"

"You're just saying this."

"Craig, I've not lied to you yet.  I don't lie to people I want to have as
a friend.  I don't think you see yourself as I and probably a lot of others
see you.  You're a very attractive, powerfully sensual young man."

Roger noticed that Craig's penis began to lengthen and lift from its
flaccid hanging.  Craig reached down and touched himself.  His dick
continued to lengthen.  "Sounds exciting," Craig admitted and smiled.  He
turned around and leaned hard into Roger's arms.

Roger held him tightly.  Roger felt a deep compassion for Craig.  His eyes
filled with tears.  He kissed Craig on his head.

They sat and had dinner and talked about Roger's photograph, about Craig's
singing in the choir and about the master program he was interviewing for.
When they were done with dinner Roger told Craig to stoke the fire while he
did the dishes.  He suggested that then they might watch a movie.

Craig said, "Maybe I can fuck you again before the movie.  And then we can
have popcorn."

Roger smiled and nodded and said, "Okay, but I'd like to guide you through
it."

"What does that mean?"

"You'll let me tell you how to do it, so that we can both get the greatest
pleasure out of it," Roger said.

"Yeah, for sure.  That's cool.  I'll do whatever you say."

Roger noticed once again that Craig's penis began to respond.  Again, Craig
touched himself, and again his penis slowly moved from its flaccid hanging
to a nine inch rod that stood parallel to the floor.  As Craig walked to
the bedroom his dick swung from side to side.  Craig noticed Roger watching
his dick swing and smiled.  When they got to the bedroom, Craig stood still
and swung his hips from side to side, his dick followed slapping against
his legs.  Roger shook his head and laughed.

Craig said, "It's kind of cool that you like my dick.  I never knew it was
all that interesting."

Roger said, as he handed Craig the lube and a condom, "I'm not sure
interesting is the right word."  Craig smiled as he squirted lube on his
dick and began to rub it around with his fingers.  He bit into the wrapper
of the condom and pulled the condom free.  He looked at it as he put it on
the head of his dick; he glanced at Roger.  Roger nodded.  He held the tip
as he rolled the condom down the length of his dick.

Roger said, "Someday when you are a famous singer on Broadway and I come to
see you I can say that I saw you singing in the nude."

"You can say that I sucked your dick and that you gave me my first blow
job, and that it was awesome."  Roger laughed.  "Oh wow, and you can say
that you were the first person I ever fucked and you taught me to be a
master fucker," Craig said laughing.

"Exactly."

Roger knelt down on the bed.  He said, turning to look at Craig, "Get
behind me."  Craig did.  "There are different positions to fuck in.  This
is one.  Now I want you to enjoy yourself, but don't cum.  Get yourself
close but not too close, okay?"

"Okay, I'll try."

They got into position so that they were lined up.  "Take it easy going in
and give me a little time to get use to you."  Craig nodded even though
Roger couldn't see him.

Craig put his dick against Roger's ass hole and applied pressure.  His dick
head disappeared into Roger.  He hesitated thinking that Roger might
complain, but he didn't.  He pushed further into Roger; he was deeply into
him.  He began rocking back and forth and then thrusting hard into Roger.
"Oh fuck, this feels so good," Craig said and kept thrusting.

Roger nodded and moaned and said "You're right it does.  Not all the way,
not yet, okay."  Craig began fucking Roger harder.  He had hold of his hips
and was fucking hard.  "Are you getting close," Roger asked.

"Yes," Craig said between breathes.

"Slow down."  Craig did.  "Stop for a minute."  Craig did.  "I'm going to
lie down, come down with me and lay on my back."  Craig did.  "Lay still so
that you lose some of the excitement, so that you'll last longer."

Craig breathing hard said, "It feels so good."

Roger said, "I know, and it's going to feel even better.  Now start fucking
me, but fuck me slowly.  Let me see what it feels like to have you all the
way in me."  Craig pushed slowly, and then he stopped.  "Is that all of
it," Roger asked.

"No, I don't think so."

Roger laughed and shook his head.  "Okay, go for it; slowly.  Use just your
hips."  Craig started fucking again.  Craig was fucking him slowly but
pushing hard.  He began to bite at Roger's shoulder.  Roger turned his head
and said, "Kiss me."  Craig did.  He was breathing very hard.  "Are you all
the way in?" Roger asked.

"Yes," Craig said and slowed to a stop.  "Wow, I feel like I can cum just
laying like this."

"Don't move, just lay still," Roger instructed.  They both lay still for a
while.  "Let's try another position."  They pulled apart.  Roger knelt at
the edge of the bed and told Craig to stand behind him.  Craig did and knew
exactly what to do.  Moments later he was inside Roger and fucking him.
Roger was masturbating and moaning.  "Control your orgasm.  Take your time,
enjoy yourself, you'll cum," he said and he continued to masturbate.  "Oh
fuck, you are so big."

"Is it okay for you?"  Roger nodded.  "This is feeling even better.  This
is awesome.  I love it," Craig said.

Roger said, "Let's try another position."  They pulled apart and Roger lay
at the edge of the bed with his legs pulled far apart and arched his back
upward.  Again, Craig knew what to do and was inside him and thrusting.
"Oh my god, Craig you feel wonderful inside of me.  Fuck, I'm getting
close."

Craig was watching Roger masturbate.  He said, "Can I suck you and make you
cum?"

Roger looked at him and smiled and said, "Sure."

Craig leaned down with his dick still in Roger and began sucking him.
Roger was amazed.  No one had ever been able to fuck him and suck him.
Roger gripped the blanket on the bed and began moaning loudly.  "Oh fuck,
oh fuck, Craig, oh shit, suck me."  Craig sucked and sucked hard as he
slowly pushed his dick into Roger.  Roger was reeling in pleasure.  He
grabbed Craig by the hair and began shaking all over.  His orgasm was far
more intense than he had experienced for a long time.  His orgasm hit as he
felt the first shot of his cum blast deep into Craig's mouth.  Craig began
swallowing.  Roger arched his back upward and growled.  As he did, Craig's
dick slipped out of him, which only seemed to add to his orgasm.  He held
Craig's head in place as he began thrusting into his mouth.  Finally, he
fell into a heap.

Craig raised his head and said, "Was it good?" and smiled.

Roger laughed and said, "Fuck," his body was still tensing involuntarily as
he said, "I can't remember a better orgasm."

Craig smiled and said, "Fuck, yeah.  I'm a suck master," and laughed.
Roger laughed hard.  He was on an endorphin high.

Roger moved so that he was lying at the head of the bed.  He smiled at
Craig and motioned to him to lie on top of him.  Craig did.  They held each
other.  Roger said, "Your turn.  Was there a position you want to cum in?"

Craig smiled and said, "All of them."  Roger laughed.  "Can I cum like
this?"

Roger nodded and lifted his legs and arched his back as Craig moved into
position.  Roger said, "One more way to do this and then you can go for it,
okay?"  Craig nodded.  Roger, with his legs open wide, told Craig to move
so that his knees were on the outside of Roger's hips.  "Move in so that
your dick is against my butt."  Craig did.  "Okay, put it in me."  Craig
did.  "Okay, now just use your hips."  Craig began thrusting and looked
down at his dick sliding in and out of Roger.  "Okay, now push yourself all
the way in, and then pull all the way out so that just the tip of your dick
is in and then push back in."

Craig did and said, "Oh fuck," as he pushed in and out of Roger.  "Oh fuck
this is awesome."  He moved in a fluid motion that only a limber young man
can.  His movements became more rapid and more intense.

Roger said, "Stop before you get too close."  Craig nodded and kept
thrusting.  Finally, Craig, breathing hard again, slowed down and looked at
Roger.

"I've got to cum soon."

"Pick your position and fuck my as hard as you want until you cum."

Craig thought about it for a moment and then moved so that he way lying on
top of Roger, chest to chest.  He buried his face in Roger's neck and
slowly began to fuck him.  "Hold me really tight," Craig said.  Roger held
Craig.  He ran his hands over Craig's back and down his butt checks as
Craig's hips bobbed up and down.  The rest of his body remained still.  He
was pacing his orgasm.  Roger smiled.  "Yeah, enjoy yourself.  Make it last
as long as you want.  Let it build up and then fuck my hard."

Craig was kissing Roger's neck and biting at his shoulder.  He began to
push harder using more of his body.  Roger arched his back upwards so that
Craig could easily push hard into him.  Craig was on his knees thrusting
hard.  The sound of Craig's body slamming into Roger's was being drowned
out by the grunts and groans that Craig began to make.  Craig began to
thrust hard and fast.  His feet pushed hard into the mattress, trying to
gain traction to push as far into Roger as he could as he felt his orgasm
approaching.

Roger held Craig.  The depth to which Craig was able to penetrate inside of
him was completely new to him.  He thought it bordered someplace between
pain and pleasure.  He decided that no matter what it felt like, he was
going to let Craig take this anywhere he wanted.

Craig groaned so loudly it sounded like he was in pain.  He kept pushing
hard into Roger and then he relaxed the pressure on Roger's body, pulled a
few inches back and then slammed into Roger again.  Again, he groaned
loudly.  His body shook violently as he pulled back and slammed into Roger
again.  He just kept pushing hard.  He relaxed, his body spasmodically
tensing, his legs shaking.  Again, he pushed hard into Roger until he
collapsed in Roger's arms.

"Oh fuck," Craig wheezed.  "Oh fuck, Oh fuck."  Craig again pushed into
Roger using his feet to hold the pressure on Roger's body.  "Oh fuck, oh
fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, that was awesome.  Oh fuck, I want to do it again.
I really really want to do that again."

Roger laughed.  "You can," but you're going to have to give my butt a
little rest.  Craig looked at Roger and laughed. Roger said, "That was the
best fucking I've ever had."

"I never knew it could be like that.  I just kept getting better and
better.  I like making it last and taking time.  That was intense."

Roger laughed, "You don't need any more instructions from me.  Later, when
you want to try this again, you're going to fly solo."

Craig looked at Roger and smiled and lay he head down on Roger's chest.
His dick was still in Roger.  He kissed Roger's chest.  "Can I suck you
again, too?"

"Yes, from now on, we'll do what you want."

"Isn't there anything you want to do?"

Roger touched Craig's head and said, "Yes, actually, I'd love to suck you
tomorrow morning when we wake up.  I'd like you to just lay back and let me
take about an hour and give you a blow job."

Craig said, "Oh wow, an hour blow job.  Fuck, yeah.  Can I give you an hour
blow job?"

"Sure," Roger said and smiled.  As they got up from the bed, Roger felt how
used his ass had been.  It began to ache.  He smiled and thought it was
worth it.  Again, as he watched Craig removing the condom, he felt a warm
and generous feeling developing for Craig.  Craig went into the bathroom
and peed.  Roger went into the kitchen and got two beers.  When Craig
entered the kitchen, Roger handed him a beer and then pulled Craig toward
him and hugged him tightly.  Craig relaxed and seemed to melt into Roger's
arms.

Roger stroked his head and they kissed.  "You're a good young man," Roger
said, "bright, funny, attractive, hung like a porn star, and very likeable.
It's too bad you don't know that about yourself."

"I feel like that since I've been here."  Craig hugged Roger tightly.
"You're a nice man, a good teacher," Craig said and laughed.  "I really
like being with you.  The sex is awesome, and you're a good cook too.  And,
you give the best hugs I've ever had."

"Thank you and you are a very quick learner."

"I hope you'll let us be friends after I leave.  Maybe me and you and Tommy
can be friends and then when I have a boyfriend we can go camping and
stuff."

Roger smiled and nodded. "Let's make that popcorn and put on a movie."

That night Craig fucked Roger and this time it was without instruction.
Craig started out with Roger on his hands and knees, then moved him onto
his back and lay on top of him. He took his time to fuck him hard.  Roger
masturbated to orgasm as Craig reached his orgasm.  They held each other
and fell asleep.

In the morning, Roger woke Craig up by sucking his dick.  Craig soon had to
take a break to pee, but then jumped back into bed and enjoyed his hour
long blow job.  Roger convinced Craig that they should have breakfast
before Craig returned the favor.  As noon approached on this cold, but
clean Monday morning, they both realized that by tomorrow the roads would
be cleared.  Both of them silently began to regret the passage of time.

Roger reminded Craig that he said that Roger could photograph him.  They
spend the afternoon enjoying moving from the bed, to the floor in front of
the fireplace, to the bath tub and shower.  Roger photographed Craig
singing and moving to the music. Roger suggested Craig pose naked outside
in the show.  Craig just stared at Roger with his mouth open.  "I'll be
naked with you.  Put on a pair of boots, they won't be in the picture.
Well, talk about where and how to pose, then run out and pose and I'll take
a couple of pictures and then we'll run back in.  It's not as bad as you
think."

Craig laughed and thought it would actually be fun.  "Okay, if you're naked
too, I'll do it."  And they did.

In all, Roger shot seven rolls of black and white, thirty-six exposure
film.  "Damn, you think you've got enough pictures," Craig said.

"In my experience, you get one, and if you are lucky two images that are
good off of each roll.  It is really hard to get a good image."

"Will I ever get to see them?"

"Of course."

"You can't send them to my house."

Roger smiled, "We'll see each other again."

They were cold, so they both jumped into the shower.  From there they were
back in bed where, once again, Craig fucked Roger.  This time, Craig sucked
Roger to orgasm before cumming himself.

The next morning they heard the plow trucks coming up the road.  Roger
dressed and walked down to the road.  They plowed the road to the entrance
of the national forest and then plowed the road up to Roger's house.  By
the time they were done, it was afternoon.  Roger thanked them and watched
them drive away.  When he went inside Craig was dressed.  He looked
forlorn.

"Time to go," Roger said.  "We should call your mother and let her know
you'll be coming home."

Craig just shrugged.

"I feel bad, too.  But, like we said, you can call and we'll see each other
again."

Craig stood up and began walking toward the door.  "Maybe it's too late to
leave today.  Maybe I should wait until tomorrow morning."

"Ah, well,"

"I can't leave without trying something."

"What?"

He looked at Roger.  "I'm scared, but I know I am going to go crazy
thinking about it."

"What?"

"I want you to fuck me.  I want to try it."

"I thought you were too afraid to try it."

"I was, but I know as soon as I get in my car and start driving away I'm
going to start getting nuts about not doing it.  I really want to, even
though I am scared."

"You want to do it even though you are really scared," Roger said.  Craig
nodded.  Roger stared at Craig and said, "I'll make you a deal."

"What?" Craig asked.

"Since you've been here you've been able to step in front of your fears;
right?"  Craig nodded.  "Okay, then you can spend the night and we'll do
what you want, if you agree to try out for the lead in Cabaret."

Craig just stared.  He sat down again.  "Wow, but," he said and thought,
"But,"

"If you get the lead and perform, I promise that I will come and see you if
you want.  You just let me know when you want me to come and I will.  And,
I'll stay in town that night and if you want you can stay with me.  It will
all be up to you."

"All I have to do is try out and I can stay?"

"If you agree to try out, you can spend tonight and we'll see if you like
getting fucked.  If you get the lead and want me to come and see you
perform, just let me know and I'll be there.  Does that sound fair?"

"Damn! So, all I have to do is try out."

"Make a serious effort."

Craig stared at the floor.  "Fuck," Craig whispered.  He looked up at Roger
and smiled and said, "Okay, I'll do it."

"You promise?"

"Yes, I'll try out.  I will," he said and sighed.

Roger said, "Let me know when you're ready."

"Is it going to hurt a lot?"

"We'll do it so that it will hurt hardly at all.  I know how to do it so
that it will be okay."

"How?"

"Are you ready?" Roger asked.

"Yes," he said and sighed loudly.

Roger thought about questioning him about whether or not he really wanted
to do this, but he decided that the issue was not getting fucked but
getting over his fears.  Roger took him by the hand and walked him into the
bedroom.

Roger and Craig began to undress.  Naked, Craig climbed on the bed and
waited for Roger.  Roger spread lube on his erection and put on a condom.
He handed Craig the lube.  "Put some on your fingers and spread in around
your butt hole."  Craig did.  Roger watched.  "Slowly insert your finger."
Craig did.  "Move it round."  Craig did.  "Try to get another finger in and
move it around."  Craig did.  He began to move his fingers in and out of
his butt.

Craig lay down on the bed.  "Straddle me," Roger said, pulling Craig on top
of him.  Craig did.  "Okay, now take hold of my dick and move it around
your butt hole."  Craig nodded.  He took a deep breath.  He began to try to
get Roger into him.  "Not yet.  Hold on, for a second."  Craig looked at
Roger.  "When you are going to take me in, I want you to push like you are
going to take a dump.  Lightly push.  What that does is relax those
muscles."  Craig nodded.  "If it starts to hurt, just back off.  Get use to
it, slowly."

Craig took a deep breath.  Roger ran his fingers over Craig's flaccid
penis.  "Take your time, we have all night."  Craig smiled.  "You're going
to enjoy doing this.  Once you get use to it, you're going to want to do it
again."  Craig smiled again.

Craig put Roger's dick against his butt hole.  He did what Roger said and
began to sit down on Roger's dick.  He felt a twinge of pain and pulled
off.  Roger smiled.  "Take your time."  Craig nodded.  He again sat down on
Roger's dick.  He felt the pressure against his butt hole and pushed
further.  When he felt Roger's dick move into him he stopped immediately.
He froze and looked down at Roger who just lay there.  Craig waited for a
surge of pain but there was none.  Roger kept stroking Craig's soft penis.
Craig sat down further.  He waited.

"It's okay," Craig said.  Roger nodded.  Craig sat down taking all of
Roger's six inches into him.  Again, he froze and waited.

Roger smiled at him and said, "When you're ready, move around so that you
can feel my dick in you."  Craig nodded.  Slowly he began rocking back and
forth on Roger's lap.  "Is it okay?"

"Yeah, it feels kind of funny.  I mean funny good."

Roger kept playing with Craig dick.  He noticed that Craig was becoming
hard.  "When you're ready, start to move up and down on it."  Craig
swallowed hard and nodded.  Slowly he moved upward and down again.  Again
he moved up and down.  He nodded at Roger.  Roger kept stroking Craig's
dick which was becoming fully erect.  "Okay, now I don't want you to worry
about me, but I want you to let me jerk you off and I want you to use my
dick to make it feel good."  Craig looked at him confused.  "Remember when
I gave you a blow job and I had my finger in you?"  Craig nodded. "It felt
good, right?"

"Yeah, really good."

"Okay, use my dick like my finger.  Only instead of me doing it to you, use
my dick to find that spot while I jerk you off."

"Oh okay."

Roger began stroking Craig dick with his lubed hand.  Craig began to focus
on the feeling in his butt.  He began to enjoy the sensation of having
Roger's dick inside him.  "Oh wow, that feels good."

"Okay, just enjoy yourself."  Craig began to bounce up and down harder and
faster.  Roger smiled.

"Oh fuck," Craig moaned.  "It feels awesome," he groaned as he began
bouncing faster.  "Oh fuck, Roger.  Oh fuck, I'm going to shoot," he yelled
bouncing and moving side to side on Roger lap.

Roger was enjoying the expressions on Craig's face.  His eyes and mouth
were opened wide as he groaned with pleasure.  Roger, half sitting up, as
he leaned against the headboard of the bed, stroked Craig's dick hard.
Roger could feel Craig's sphincter tightening around his dick. Craig began
to moan loudly as a blast of spunk shot out of Craig's throbbing dick and
hit Roger in the face.  Roger was surprised but smiled.  He watched as
another stream of cum sprayed his chest.  Craig kept bouncing and moaning
and cumming.  Roger kept jerking Craig's engorged dick and watched in
amazement at the amount of cum pouring out of Craig.

When Craig stopped cumming, Craig stopped bouncing.  He was breathing hard.
He moved off of Roger's dick and lay down on Roger's cum drenched chest.
Roger held him.  He waited for Craig to calm.  "How was it?"

"Fuck, that was awesome.  But," he glanced up at Roger.  "It's not the same
thing.  I mean you did fuck me but you didn't enjoy it."

"Believe me I enjoyed it."

"No, you know what I mean."

"Well, this is step one.  I wanted you to get to know that it didn't have
to hurt and that it could feel good, too."

"Can we do it again?"

Roger laughed.  "That is going to be your name, `can-we-do-it-again
Bigalow."  Craig laughed.

Craig said, "You never came, did you?"

"I will."

Craig lay his head on Roger's chest.  Roger played with Craig's hair.
Again, Roger felt a warm generosity toward a young man he hardly knew.  He
tried to imagine his childhood without the love of his father.  It made his
eyes well-up with tears.  Again, he stroked Craig's hair.  He leaned down
and kissed Craig's head.

Craig asked, "I like when you do that.  It feels nice."

Roger smiled and said, "That's because I feel nice toward you."

They held each other for a while.  Craig asked, "Do you want me to suck
you?"

"Do you mind if we just lay here like this?" Roger asked.

Craig looked up at him, "No, I like it; a lot.  I just want to be fair."
Craig put his arm around Roger's chest.  "Tell me what it's like being
gay?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know, when people know."

"Mostly people don't care.  Well, I guess what I mean is that the people
that I know don't care that I am gay.  I guess the people who do care don't
bother with me and I don't bother with them.  The hard part is when Tommy
and I are together.  There are times when I am with him, like in a
restaurant that I want to lean over and kiss him and I can't.  I'd like to
walk down the street and hold his hand, but I can't."

Craig interrupted.  "But people don't think you are gay.  People would know
that I am gay."

"How would they know?"

"I look gay."

"First off, you don't.  You're slim, slight, lean, but you can do something
about that.  You can work out and put ten or fifteen pounds on your frame.
You're about five five or so"

"Five six," Craig insisted.  Roger smiled.

"There are a lot of straight men who are five six.  And you don't look gay
when you sing.  Secondly, you are going to look the way you look whether
you are gay or not.  So, if people think you are gay then they will think
you are gay."

"Yeah, but if I have a wife they won't."

"Okay, but do you want a wife just so your father doesn't have to deal with
the fact that you are gay.  Are you going to live your life for your
father's approval or are you going to try to fight for your own piece of
happiness."

"But, I'm scared."

"So is every man who comes out and says those words."

"I'm gay?"

"Yes.  When I told my parents I was shaking so hard I thought I would wet
my pants and I was twenty four.  I literally thought I was going to die.
But I didn't.  And, my parents weren't all that happy about it, but they
got use to the idea of having a gay son and things are fine."

"But my dad,"

"Your dad isn't my dad.  Your dad will probably never talk to you again.
That's got to be hard.  But,"

"What kind of dad is he if he'd do that?" Craig asked.  Roger moved his
fingers through Craig's hair.  Again, he leaned down and kissed his head.

Roger said, "Your mom will love you.  I talked to her on the phone.  She
loves you.  Talking about your mother, we should call her and tell her you
are leaving first thing in the morning."

"Yeah, we should."

They both walked to the kitchen.  Craig called his mother and told her that
they had just plowed the roads but he was worried that it might be too late
and that he'd leave first thing in the morning.  She was relieved.

Roger made them a sandwich.  "This will hold us over until dinner," he said
handing it to Craig.  They sat down at the table.  He poured them both a
soda.  "Do we need to have a talk about safe sex?"

"No, I've had the classes.  Do you and Tommy get tested?"

"We have been.  We are both disease free."  Craig nodded as he ate his
sandwich.

Craig walked around the cabin naked.  He looked outside the window.  "It
must be nice up here in the summer."  Roger smiled.  "Maybe I can come and
visit you?"

"Well, I was figuring the next time I'd see you would be at your
performance of Cabaret."

Craig smiled.  He watched Roger cleaning up the kitchen.  "I get a hard-on
watching you walk around."

Roger chuckled.  "Really, and just what is it that turns you on?"

"Everything; your arms and chest and stomach and your dick, but mostly your
butt," Craig said and laughed.

Roger turned and looked at Craig.  He had an erection.  "And I bet I know
what your wanting to do to this butt," he said and slapped his ass.

Craig laughed.  "Yeah, but it's your turn."

"Yeah, I guess it is, but I'm a sucker for a cute young man like you."
Craig laughed.  "So, how about this, you let me fuck you real quick, and
then you can do your thing."

Craig smile and nodded.

They went into the bedroom.  Roger bagged his dick as Craig lay down and
lubed up.  Craig spread and raised his legs.  His anxiety returned.
Roger's body looked so powerful.  Roger slowly moved his dick around
Craig's butt hole.  He very slowly moved inside of him.  They stared at
each other.  Craig nodded and smiled.  Roger leaning on his elbows began to
gently fuck Craig.  Craig smiled as he played with his dick.  Roger rolled
them both onto their sides facing each other.  He lay between Craig's legs
with Craig's legs around his waist.  He held Craig close to him and he
began to thrust.  Craig held Roger and began kissing him.  They were no
longer having sex.  They were making love and Roger knew it.

They lay holding each other, fucking and kissing.  Roger held Craig tightly
but tenderly.  Craig felt safe in Roger's arms as Roger thrust deep into
him.  Craig whispered, "Fuck me, I really like it, really.  Go ahead and
fuck me.  I don't feel scared anymore."  Roger held Craig and kept
thrusting.  Craig used his leg to gain a footing and then pushed to roll
Roger on top of him.  "Fuck me, fuck me like I fucked you."  Roger began
thrust harder and harder as his orgasm became inevitable.  He dung his feet
into the mattress and pushed so hard he moved them both forward on the bed.
"Oh yeah, fuck me, Roger."

Roger let out a groan that was probably heard in Paradise.  His body
tensed.  He began to thrash around on top of Craig.  Craig held on to Roger
tightly.  Roger collapsed on top of Craig.  They kissed.

As they lay holding each other, Craig said laughingly, "Man, you can really
fuck."

Roger laughed.  "You certainly have a way with words."

"I think that's going to be my first fuck.  Yeah, last time wasn't really a
fuck.  That was my first fuck and I'm always going to remember that one."
Roger laughed.  "When you're ready I'm going to fuck you like that.  Okay?"

"It's more than okay?" Roger said.  "But, I need a drink of water.  How
about you?" he asked, as he stepped out of bed and removed his condom.
Craig followed him.

Craig fucked Roger twice before they went to sleep that night, and he
talked Roger into fucking him again.  The next morning Craig had oral sex
with Roger and then fucked him.

Again, it was time to leave, and again, Craig was sad.  They hugged and
kissed before they left the cabin.

Craig said, "I feel so sad," as he began to cry.  "I was so scared and I
thought I was going to die but it turned out to be the best time I've ever
had.  I've never known a person like you."  He held onto Roger tightly as
he cried.

Roger held Craig.  "I've enjoyed becoming your friend.  I'm hoping that
you've learned more than just how to have sex."

Craig smiled.  "Great sex," and laughed with tears in his eyes.  "I'm going
to try out.  I promised and I'm going to get the part."

Roger drove Craig to his car and then towed him out of the ditch.  Roger
followed Craig to the state road and pointed the way.  Craig pulled to the
side of the road and got out of his car.  He walked up to Roger and said,
"I'm not going to be scared about trying out for the show.  I really want
to do it," as he began to cry again.  "I really want to do it."  Tears
rolled down his cheeks.  "You're the best friend I've ever had."  Roger
smiled and nodded. He could not speak. "It's weird, I feel so happy that I
met you and I feel so sad.  It's deep down here," he said pointing to his
heart.  He leaned in the car and kissed Roger.  Roger kissed him back.
Craig turned and got in his car and drove off.

Roger sat in his car and watched Craig turn on to the State Road 86.  Tears
rolled down his cheeks.  He, too, felt that pain deep down in his chest.



In May of that year, Roger received an envelop containing an announcement,
a letter and a ticket.  The ticket was for the first Saturday night in June
for Cabaret starring Craig Bigalow.  The flier explained that the show was
being performed on Friday and Saturday nights for six weeks, starting the
first weekend in June.  Craig explained that his mother would be attending
the opening on Friday night, but that he had plans to spend weekends in
town and hoped Roger could attend.  Craig wrote, "Remember your promise."

Roger smiled.  He called and made reservations at a hotel in town.  Later
he called back and made reservations for each Saturday night the musical
would be performed.  Then he called the box office and bought the tickets.
He hung up his phone and smiled as he glanced through the images of Craig
that he had chosen to have printed and to show him.

He wrote Craig note that said, Of course, I remember my promise and I was
hoping that you would, also.  I'm counting the days.  Roger