Date: Thu, 28 Jul 2005 11:52:35 -0400
From: m yonge <myonge@hotmail.com>
Subject: Beginnings: Of Gord and John Chapter2

This is a story out of the fantasy that is my mind.  It is a
story that deals with homosexual material.  If you live in a
jurisdiction that by some law or reason prohibits you from
reading this material then please do not read any further. Some
of my stories involve young men under the age of 18, but never
under the age of 14 which is the current Canadian age of consent.
The following is a listing of other stories I have written that
you might find interesting :

Title                       Category        Date
Joes-Bar                Beginnings      07-Nov-02
Arthur-and-Joe          Beginnings      03-Apr-03
Tour-Guide              AdultYouth      15-Apr-03
Brother-Pat             AdultYouth      07-Nov-02
Father-Greg             AdultYouth      15-Apr-03
JefferyandJason         AdultYouth      18-jul-05


The copyright to this material is  mine subject to the agreement
under this website.  I trust that you will enjoy reading the
stories as much as I have enjoyed writing them.

If you have any comments to pass on I would very much like to
have them.  You can write me at myonge@hotmail.com




Chapter 2
Gord ran to the bedroom and got as far back into the closet as he
could drawing the clothes hanging there.  The closet door was
ajar and the bedroom door was partially open.  His clothes were
in the dryer so no one would see that.  Then cold sweat started
to trickle down from his armpits as he thought about his
packsack.  Where had he left it?  The last he remembered it was
by the back door in the kitchen!  Oh shit!  What if the Sheriff
noticed it there?

He heard a knock at the door and the door being opened.  "Hi
John"  he assumed it was the muffled voice of the  Sheriff
speaking.

John looked the man in the eyes.  "G'day sheriff, how can I help
you?"  He said, pointedly polite.  There was no love lost between
the two men.

"Well now John I'm looking for a young kid that fits the
description that Winnie said she saw in the caf‚ last night.
He's some runaway from Canada, he got across the border last
night and managed to get away from the customs folk."

John looked at the sheriff trying to read his face, to see if he
was on to something.  If he had been talking to Winnie,  then he
probably knew that Winnie had asked him to drive the kid. He
decided he would tell enough  truth about seeing Gord to keep the
heat off him, but no more information than he actually had to,
and not before he actually had to.

He shrugged his shoulders, as if to say "So?"

"Well did you see him?"  George quickly got an edge to his voice
because Jon was not saying anything, just staring at him.

"Yeah I saw the kid last night in the caf‚,  but he was still
there when I left."

"You didn't see him after that?  Winnie tells me that the kid
left shortly after you did"

"I don't know about that sheriff, I came home after I left the
caf‚. "

"You didn't pick the kid up on your way home?"

"Didn't see any kid on the highway"  (This was technically
correct in that he had picked Gord up in town not out on the
highway)

"Winnie tells me ..."

John cut him off, he could feel the anger rising   "Winnie tells
you that she asked me if I wanted to give the kid a ride, I know
sheriff, but as I say I left before the kid did and he didn't ask
me for a ride. Like I would open myself up for something like
that.  Do you have something else Sheriff?"

"Now you calm down John, you understand that I have to ask these
questions, especially since yer one of them quairs, I can't be
too careful."

"Yeah I'm one of those sheriff, but that doesn't mean that I run
after everybody that has a cock hangin' between their legs, and I
don't go for little kids."

"OK John if you see this kid, his parents are worried sick about
him.  So let me know if you should see him ok?"

John nodded and the Sheriff stepped back and down the steps.
John moved back to the window and watched the officer get into
his car and drive away.  He waited until the sheriff disappeared
down the highway.  Then he called Gord out.

"He's gone but I think we have to talk." He called to Gord

Gord came in to the kitchen with his head bowed.   He nodded.  "I
was going to call my folks when I got to St Johnsbury, just to
let them know I was ok."

"So you're not running away from them?  Then what are you running
from?"

Gord was now in tears again.  "I'm not running from anyone John,
I... I .., I don't know if you would understand.

"Gord we have made love together, I think that you can tell me
something"

"But I'm afraid that you might not like me after I tell you"

"Why don't you try me Gord?  If I don't like what you have to say
I promise that I will still drive you to  St Johnsbury. "

Gord looked at the man sitting across the table at him.  Should
he take the chance?  "I... uh  I'm going... I want to go to march
with Martin Luther King"  he let out a sigh and stared down at
the table afraid to look up at John.

"You want to go down to march in the civil rights marches?  Gord
are you crazy?  You'll get killed maybe before you even get down
there!"

John stared at him incredulously.  He was both amazed at the
na‹vet‚ of the boy and the courage at the same time.  He was just
going to walk down to join the 'King' marches.

"Why do you want to do that?"  He asked

"I don't know, I just have to"  Gord seemed to pick up courage "I
can't understand why people treat other's like that just because
they are different or have a different colour skin, I have to go
and show that all white people aren't like that."

"This kid at least knows why he is doing this" thought John, "but
he hasn't thought out how he is even going to accomplish it,
he'll get killed just trying to get down there, it doesn't make
sense"

He looked at the boy "How were you going to get down there Gord?
You are not always going to get rides, what are you going to
eat?"

"I'm going to hitchhike, and I'll get down there.  I have a
little bit of money, I'll buy a loaf of bread or something to
eat. "

"Gord it doesn't make sense, you're not going to make it"

Gord bowed his head and started to sob.  He knew that John was
probably right but he also knew he had to do this.  He had to!

He looked up at a John and with a determined look on his face
said.  "Maybe I won't make it, I might even get killed but I will
die knowing it was for a good cause.  If I go home now I'll
always wonder if I could have and should have gone on, I need to
do this John."

John smiled at him.  "I think you should call your folks"

"I can't they'll try to talk me out of it, I have to go"  with
that he got up and got his clothes out of the dryer.  Moments
later he was up and dressed.
John watched the boy leave the room to the laundry.  What was he
going to do? He obviously wasn't going to convince him that this
was not possible.  Then he thought of something.

"OK" he said as Gord came back into the kitchen "this is what we
are going to do, we're going to find out where Mr. King is going
to be in the next few days.  We're gonna put you on a bus to
which ever location we choose and call the organisers to meet you
there and take you to the march."

"I don't have money for a bus"  said Gord

"I do" replied John  "and that's what we are going to do.  It is
either that or a turn you over to the sheriff"  John stared at
Gord.

"Also you have to give me your phone number so that I can call
your folks and tell them that you are alright.  At least tell
them that you were alright the last time I saw you."

John shook his head " 'Can't believe I'm doing this"  he said
more to himself than anyone.

"The other thing is that you have to stay here one more day, I
have a feeling that the sheriff is probably watching for me and
you.  It'll take that long to figure this thing out anyway."

Gord walked over to John and threw his arms around him.  "Thank
you so much"  he said huskily, his voice filled with emotion.

John pulled him down on his lap and they kissed and hugged each
other.  Both were deep in thought as they sat there.

They got up and John finished making the lunch that he had
started when the sheriff came.  As they ate they planned how they
were going to pull this off.

After lunch John called a friend of his that might know who he
should call in the civil rights movement.  After a few more phone
calls he was able to find that Montgomery Alabama was where Gord
should be heading.  He also received instructions for Gord as to
what he should do once he got there. He was also given a phone
number to call when he got in.

Next John called the for prices  and bus times for the trip.  He
planned to take Gord as far as Albany New York to avoid meeting
the Sheriff or one of his officers in St Johnsbury.  There was a
late bus leaving about 10 in that evening that would do just
fine.  He would get into Montgomery with a couple of transfers
along the way in 3 days.

John got of the phone and said  "Well I guess that changes plans
somewhat.   We have to get you out of here tonight.  It takes
about two hours to get to Albany so we have to leave about 7:30
at the latest in case we run into problems.

They sat down in the livingroom together and tried to relax.  The
tension was thick.  Gord nestled into John for comfort.  "Thank
you John." He whispered in the man's ear, "this is really good of
you."

"Well we're not out of the woods yet kid. I have to go to town
this afternoon and get some money and you cannot leave this house
or go anywhere near the windows, don't answer the door or the
phone.  I don't doubt that the sheriff will come himself or send
one of his deputies to come and snoop around.  If they see you
here, both you and me will be in prison.  You think that the
blacks have it bad, try and be gay in this country.  I only have
a job because my brother and I are co-owners of a business in
town.

Another thing I will remind you of this again tonight, when you
are on the bus don't tell anyone why you are going to Montgomery,
especially white guys.  If anyone asks you're going down to visit
a cousin or something. Don't even talk about it with coloureds,
some white guy might overhear you.  At best you'll get kicked off
the bus in the middle of nowhere, or you could get beat up or
even killed.  I'm not kidding here.  This is serious.  Just keep
to yourself and don't talk to anyone if you can at all help it.

Gord sat quiet for several moments, taking in what John was
telling him.  He looked up that the man and kissed him.  They
kissed for several minutes the Gord once again allowing himself
to be laid back on the couch with John on top of him.  His whole
body was throbbing with the sexual tension and desire he had for
this man.  He wanted him again.  They stopped long enough to go
into the bedroom and undress and then they were in each other's
arms again.  Both men were painfully hard.  As John came down on
top of him, Gord could feel the man's cock slid down between his
legs and along his ass crack.  He brought his legs up to allow
John the access he needed.

John seeing the submission of his young charge, spit on his hand
and reached down lubricating his cockhead.  He massaged and lubed
the receiving opening as well feeling and hearing Gord suck in a
breath as he pushed first one then two fingers in.  Then he re-
lubricated his cock and with Gord moaning for him to take him he
gently slid into the boy, taking him, becoming one with him.

The pain of the entry was sharp but it was short lived.  Gord was
so sexually charged that the pain was as a dream that was past.
As John entered him he pushed his own body up to receive him.
Another thrust between the two men and John was completely in the
young man.  Gord looked into the John's loving brown eyes and
melted into the man's very being.

John started to slowly thrust in and out of the hot accepting
body.  He could see the erotic look of submission on Gord's face.
As he slowly fucked he leaned forward and kissed the boy, their
tongues coming together in a dance.  As they kissed John felt
Gord suddenly tense up and then he felt the familiar pulsing of
cock as a hot wetness pumped out of Gord between their bodies.
John continued to fuck the lad, but the feel of the boy pulsing
against his body caused him to pump faster and he could feel his
balls tighten and nerve endings in his cock bringing him to a
rapid climax.  He thrust himself deep with a shout, hearing Gord
grunting softly  beneath him and exploded his hot semen inside
the boy.

As the intensity of the moment subsided they lay there in tight
embrace for several minutes.  John was the first to stir.  He
slowly lifted himself from Gord and stood up by the bed.  He
reached his hand down to the boy "Come" he said softly  Gord took
John's hand and stood up.  Hand in hand they walked to the
bathroom where they once again showered each allowing the other
to wash him.

They went back to the bedroom and got dressed.  John once again
warning Gord not to  be seen nor open the door to anyone that
might come by left to go and do some banking.  He locked all
doors as he left.  Gord armed with several magazines stayed in
the bedroom and closed the door behind him.  John had already
drawn the curtains there so there should be no possibility of the
Sheriff or anyone seeing Gord there.  The only light there was a
small light on the night stand.

About a mile away just on a rise in the landscape above the farm,
Deputy Mike McKinnon was sitting in an unmarked car with a pair
of binoculars.  He had been sitting there ever since the sheriff
had gotten back from interviewing John.  The sheriff had this
thing against John Grifter , and the thing was that John was gay.
The Sheriff hated "quairs" as he called them.  So when this
Canadian kid showed up missing in Island Pond the night before,
and Winnie at the caf‚ mentioned that John had been there at the
same time the kid had been, the Sheriff immediately assumed that
John had picked the kid up, and was doing "unspeakable
wickedness" with him.   John obviously not letting the sheriff in
the house when he came to talk to him was also used as evidence
but that was thin since John never let the Sheriff into his
house.

Mike didn't like doing this but orders were orders.  John, but
for his life style was a fine upstanding citizen in the area.
His family had run a saw mill, lumber yard and hardware operation
in the area for four generations.  He and his brother had just
started expanding by buying out a couple other hardware stores
and a lumber yard in three other locations in the state.  The
family had always been solid members in the local Episcopal
church, with several of the men over the years sitting on the
Board of the church.

Mike noticed some movement at the Grifter house.  Through his
binoculars he saw John get into his car and drive away...  but
only John, he was alone.

Mike radioed into the office.  "Mike here over"

"Go ahead over"

"Yeah, Sally,  John just left on his own, he's heading north
along 114 over"

There was silence for a few moments then he heard the sheriff's
voice on the other end.

"Deputy Mike, you go over to the farm and see if you can see that
kid there"

"Copy that sir, uh... do we have a search warrant to go on the
property?"

"Jest go an do it McKinnon, I'll cover for yah, don't break in or
anything but should the door be unlocked, you could go in to see
if anyone is home.  Jest go an do it, he's got to be hidin' that
kid somewhere's, I jest know it. Over"

"That's roger over"  Mike sighed.  This was wrong but he had to
answer to the sheriff in the end.

He drove down to the old farm and up the driveway.  He got out of
the car and went up on the porch to the side door, the one that
everyone used, and tested the door handle.  It was locked.  He
then walked around the porch to the front door, checking to see
if he could see anything inside.  The drapes were drawn, there
wasn't even a small opening between the drapes to see anything.
The front door was also locked.

Mike walked all around the house checking what windows he could
and listening for any hint of life inside, but he neither saw nor
heard anything.  He was almost relieved as he got back into his
car and left.

Gord heard someone coming up the drive, he turned off the beside
light, softly went into the closet  and waited.  He heard the car
door close and then the sound of footsteps on the porch.  He knew
that it wouldn't be John yet and could only assume it was the
Sheriff or one of his deputies.  His heart was pounding as he
heard the man try the doors and walk around the house.  It wasn't
until he heard the car motor start and what sounded like a car
moving away that he came out of the closet where he was hiding.
It was another half hour before he dared to turn on the light
again.

An hour or so later he heard another vehicle coming up the
driveway.  He quickly turned off the light and dove into the
closet again.  Moments later he heard someone entering the house.
The door to the bedroom was opened and then to his relief he
heard John softly calling him.  He came out of hiding and threw
his arms around John.

John held the boy close, feeling his heart pounding against his
chest.  He realised that the boy was clearly terrified.  He
slowly got out of Gord what had happened.

As Mike drove away from the farm he thought about this whole
"stake out" of the Grifter farm.  It was nothing short of
harassment.  In the last several months he had checked on John at
the Sheriff's orders.  Mike was a fresh recruit out of Police
College and this was his first placement.  He took policing very
seriously and wanted to be the best he could be.  One of his
first assignments when he arrived was to follow John around for
the better part of a week, just to monitor the movements of the
"quair" as the Sheriff called him.  The Sheriff made it quite
clear that he had no use for homosexuals and he was out to get
the man on some kind of charge, perhaps even if he had to make
one up.

Mike was from New York City and there were no shortage of
homosexuals in the community that he was raised in.  His parents
had raised him in an atmosphere of tolerance.  He remembered his
father telling him once "You don't have to like what they do but
you don't have to hate them for it either"  Mike himself had
experimented with his friend when they first started to develop
and he never thought one way or the other, good or bad about gay
sex, or hetero sex.  Both, he found pleasant.

So when he was confronted by the Sheriff's homophobia and
outright hatred against gays he found himself in a very
uncomfortable position.  However orders were orders.  He had met
John a couple times in the hardware store and had chatted
(weather and hardware and such) and found the man to be quite
amiable, and easy to talk to.  He was a fairly attractive man in
his early or mid forties he guessed.  He obviously took care of
himself.

Mike was heading back to the Station at the end of his shift and
noticed that John had returned home.  On a whim he decided to go
in and talk to him.

John and Gord only knew he was there when they heard the car door
close.  Gord ran for the bedroom again and John went to the door
and out on the porch to greet the young officer.  "Officer how
are you?"

Mike took a deep breath.  "John I wonder if we could talk?"

John looked at  Mike questioningly but didn't say anything.

Mike continued "Well actually I would prefer to talk to you when
I'm off duty, I can't really say what I want to say while I'm on
duty.  Are you free tonight?"

John was very interested now and knew he had to be careful.
Since George had been elected Sheriff in the area he had been
constantly harassed and he knew that he as being watched all the
time.  This must be a new approach.

"Well officer actually tonight will not be good but perhaps
tomorrow.  When are you off?"

"I'll be off 4 PM tomorrow." Mike paused he wanted to say more
but what could he say he could get into serious trouble just
being here now.  If the Sheriff knew that he was setting up a
meeting with this man on his own time he could possibly lose his
job.  "John" he began again softly "you are being careful aren't
you?  The Sheriff is gunning for you"  Mike looked into John's
eyes.  "I'll be here tomorrow afternoon about 4:30"  He turned
and walked back to his car and without looking back at the man
standing on the porch turned the car around a drove away.

John watched the officer drive away.  He was filled with
confusion.  Had this man just warned him about something coming
down?  What was going on?  He would have to be more careful
tonight as he took Gord to Albany then.  This was the shift
change there wouldn't be anyone driving the highways for another
hour!  He ran back into the house.  "Gord we have to go now!"

Gord came out of the bedroom.  They put his meagre belongings
into his packsack and got into the car.  As they drove Gord was
ready to duck if they saw a police car.  But they saw none.   It
was only a half hour before they were out of the local
jurisdiction, and they relaxed.  They drove straight to Albany
and the bus station.  John bought them supper at the snack bar in
the station.  John purchased the bus ticket to Montgomery and re-
instructed on what he was to do to protect himself.  He gave him
a piece of paper that had the phone number for the NAACP
organisation there.  He felt certain that they would help Gord
find his way to the march and his hero Martin Luther King Jr.
About an hour before the bus left, John took his leave and
returned home.

In the mean time the Sheriff got Mike's report on the
surveillance.  Mike didn't tell him that he had actually spoken
with John.  He decided not to tell the Sheriff that he had seen
John's car in the driveway on his way back.  That would only
cause other possible questions.

Mike did wonder what John was up to tonight though.  He was torn
between the harassment and the possibility that John was taking
young men to his farm which was against the law.  It was illegal
for two adult men to get together never mind a man and boy.  What
was he to do?  Where did you draw the line between a legitimate
surveillance and what was blatant persecution?  He was supposed
to uphold the law, but he was not to abuse his position either.
He was supposed to uphold the law but it was also time the law
was changed and men like John be allowed to live their lives in
peace.  Recent changes he had heard of in Canada where
homosexuality had been taken out of the criminal code there, was
encouraging news for gays even in the US.  Changes were happening
there as well.  Certainly in some of the major centres like New
York, San Francisco and Miami homosexuals were much freer to live
without a lot of harassment.  Mike  often pondered this and when
he received his assignment here it was even more often on his
mind.

John arrived back home close to midnight.  He didn't notice the
car parked up on the hill where Mike had been parked earlier that
day.  However his return was duly noted and called in by the
officer in the car.