Date: Mon, 9 Sep 2013 22:21:10 -0400
From: andywasputz@hotmail.ca
Subject: A Tale of Seven- Chapter Two - The Six Tales Deepen

Warning:  The usual disclaimers apply here.  If you don't like any of the
following, leave now:  gay sex, vulgar or harsh language or underage
wherever you are reading this.

This is pure fiction. No one in this story is a real person, living or
deceased. Please do not copy without my consent.

I used 'Rooming With My Best Friend" as a starting point, with the author's
consent.

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A TALE OF SEVEN

CHAPTER TWO – THE SIX TALES DEEPEN

NEW YORK CITY – FRANKIE AND CALVIN

Just then Frankie received an email. Moments later Calvin got the same
message. They looked at each other and both hated the announcement it made.

Frankie had been in contact with the author for some time and knew the
announcement was going to happen sometime soon, but all the same he wished
it didn't.

"Well that is the end. It wasn't easy to write the last chapter since I was
saying goodbye to some very good friends in the story and outside the
story. I've got emails from some really great people over the years and
still do today. That's been my reward... Mostly, I want to thank all of you
for sticking with me over the years. I'll miss your emails especially from
my regulars, who know they are, and the comments for my great readers.  I
know some will be greatly disappointed as you've told me the guys seemingly
are so real to you, which is a big compliment. "

Frankie looked at his best friend and saw tears, "it's over," he said.

"Yeah, Cal, we knew it was going to happen. We didn't expect Waz to write
continuously did we?"  Frankie suggested.

"That's true, but I wanted to see how Kris and Matt handled senior
year. The Kris and Colt break up was completely unnecessary too."

"It's called drama," Frankie stated.

"It's called stupid." Calvin shot back.

"Whatever, it brought us closer together."

"Frankie, we were always close. We just added sex to it."

"Yep, that's true." Frankie was the one who discovered the story when it
was starting out when Kris and Matt were entering their freshman year. He
was telling Calvin all about it every time they hung out together.

To shut Frankie up about it Calvin started reading "Rooming with Best
Friend." He became a fan almost instantly and started reading every chapter
and all the comments too. Every day at lunch Frankie and Calvin would argue
about aspects of the story for an entire college term. When Corey entered
the story Calvin was hoping that it was short term and that Kris and Matt
would still be together, whereas Frankie knew it would never happened.

When the story did the unthinkable, with Kris and Matt fucking for the
first time, Frankie wouldn't speak about it for a whole week. He was scared
because up until that moment he and Calvin had been just like Kris and
Matt. They had talked about their lives, they had grown up together and
they had been there for each other. When Kris had the ecstasy early in the
series, Frankie was reminded of a similar instance when Calvin had too much
to drink and Frankie nursed him in bed. When Matt and Kris fought it was
similar to how Calvin and Frankie fought.

Then Kris and Matt fucked and they finally had something that wasn't
similar. Frankie loved Cal like a brother, and even more so. He was gay
like Cal, but they never even talked about sex or exploring each other's
bodies before. Frankie had always wanted that opportunity he just never
knew the right way to go about it.

Finally, three weeks after Frankie and Cal read Matt and Kris first sex
story, Calvin approached Frankie one night. Frankie was studying or
reading. Calvin didn't know and didn't care. He just smiled at his friend,
took his arm and led him to Frankie's bed. Frankie was so surprised by this
act he just let it happen.

They didn't make love that night, they just stared at each other and used
their hands to explore each other's bodies. The next morning Frankie left a
simple note before going off to class. "Thank you."

A text later replied. "Anytime, bro."

That night the two of them chilled at a burger joint and Calvin finally
broke the silence, "Well, don't you think it's time to bring our friendship
to another level? Come on, Frank, I've known since we started college that
you wanted to fuck me."

Frankie blushed as Calvin continued. "It's not like I didn't wanna rip you
a new one."

"I... didn't want to hurt our friendship by suggesting it."

"If Kris and Matt could do it," Calvin stated.

"It's not real life. That's why I couldn't talk to you after that story. It
could destroy our friendship. I want to fuck you, blow you, rim you. But
what would happen?"

"We'd have a pleasant experience," Cal said sarcastically. Frankie shot him
a look.

"Okay, of course, I was scared of what it would do to our friendship. But
all we're doing is showing our love for each other."

They left the burger joint and decided it was time add sex to the things
they share.

Thinking back, the sex only made their bond stronger. There was more shared
in those moments of love making than they could ever have said to each
other during their entire friendship. Now the story that helped their
friendship develop into a what it is today was ending.

"Frankie?" Cal was staring at him. "I can't believe it's over."

"I wished I had the balls to submit my story."

"You should have."

"Nah,"

"Oh, come on, bro. You've been writing stories for a long time. You can
even create a fantasy with Matt and Kris if you want. Since we know they'll
never get together."

"YES THEY WILL!"

"Okay, sure they will. Corey will just die."

"Now that's an idea!"

"Yeah and you'll alienate the people who like Corey and Matt together."

"You, my friend, you wont leave me."

"I will if you kill of Corey."

"Just send Waz the story you wrote, he might like it."

"Maybe, but I'm hungry now."

It was almost dinner time and the two friends decided to head out for
bite. They were turning their attention to what they were going to do to
find a place. It was at that moment that Calvin saw a newspaper opened on a
bench that gave them an idea.

***

CALIFORNIA – THE TRAVELLER

The traveller chuckled. He grabbed Liam's arm as he went back to the
tables. "When you guys are done for the night I sure would like to buy you
guys a drink."

"Fuckin' awesome, dude."

Liam had told Rodger about the Traveller's idea and in two hours the
restaurant was closed and the three were heading up the street to the local
watering hole.

"Evening everybody," Rodger called out.

Everybody yelled, "Rod," And the barkeep, Aaron, shooed two guys away from
the center stools.

"I take it you guys come here often?" The traveller asked.

"Nah, never been here before," Liam answered smartly.

The traveller laughed and they joined Rodger at the bar, who had three cool
ones there waiting for them.

"So, what's your story?" The Traveller asked.

"No story, we're just brothers who like each other."

"So the shit you did today in your restaurant, that's all an act."

Liam answered, "Sometimes, but like brothers we do bicker a lot."

"So, true." Rodger raised his bottle in toasting fashion. "However, when
the chips are down we are there for each other."

"What about you?"

"Me?" The traveller wasn't one to share his past. Not with these guys, not
with anybody.

"What brings you here?"

"You guys seemed like okay guys."

"We are." Liam stated, "But what my brother is getting at is why did you
come to California?"

He remembered the day he left home like it was yesterday. He was fifteen
and his dad came in from the cold one winter night stinking of booze.

Turning back to the brothers, "Let us just say that for the past few years
I've been travelling, wanting to see the world. I packed up, left home and
never looked back."

"What about your family?" Rodger asked, sincerely.

"I'd prefer not the talk about them."

They continued drinking and the brothers had decided to talk about their
lives some more, and soon Liam was talking about his lack of sex life.

"Why?" Rodger said.

"What?" Liam shot him a look.

"We don't need to know about your lack of sex."

"He asked if I had a girlfriend."

"That doesn't mean you need to tell a total stranger you're a virgin."

"There's nothing wrong with being a virgin."

"You're missing out on some great action though. Back me up, bud."

They turned to the Traveller but he had gone.



Outside, The Traveller decided it was time to move on. He just couldn't
bring himself to watch it anymore. He left the bar and walked out of the
town.

Liam and Rodger were like him and his baby brother, Thomas. They were
inseparable for six years. They shared the same bedroom. He taught Thomas
how to jerk off too. Then when he was fifteen all that ended. His father
came in drunk while he was sleeping.

He heard the footsteps climbing the stairs and so did Thomas too, "Daddy's
home."

"I can smell him from here."

"LET ME IN!" They heard outside the master bedroom, their mother was
asleep.

"No!"

Early the next morning he got out of bed, kissed his baby brother on the
forehead, leaving him a note. He packed his shit and walked out of the
house, never turning back. His father didn't even realize he left until
three days later.

Now the Traveller was doing what he did best, walking away and never
looking back.

****

TORONTO, ONTARIO - PATRICK AND MICHAEL

As they both got into the car to see if it still ran, Pat dropped the keys
under his seat.  He was fishing the keys out when he found a piece of
paper. He brought it to his eyes and it was actually a letter to Mike, from
his uncle. But it was more than a letter.  He handed the letter to his
partner of so many years. Michael took it and read it aloud.

"My favourite nephew, I know I left this world too soon and for that I am
sorry. I left you my old car to remember some of the better times. You made
me proud. Love your uncle."

Mike's uncle was a man of few words and such a great force in his
life. They had great camping trips together when they were younger. The
stories he would tell made Mike laugh. When Patrick and Michael got
married, Mike gave him one of his most treasured processions, a fishing
rod.

On one summer evening, Mike used the rod to capture one of the biggest fish
of his life. It was also his first fish. Then his uncle showed him how to
properly gut, clean and cook the fish. Now that fishing rod hung in main
living area next to a picture of Mike and his uncle.

"Oh my god," Patrick stated, reading the next page.

"What?" Mike snatched the paper out of his husband's hand. It was the
missing page to his will. Pat pointed to the second paragraph.

"I hereby give to my nephew, Michael Charles Tucker, $50,000. It is my hope
the money will bring him and his partner more happiness.  Secondly, I give
to Michael a stupid investment."

Michael read the paragraph which outlined in detail what he would receive.

"How is this possible?" Patrick read over his shoulder. "Where did your
uncle get this kind of money, and more to point, how on earth did ever get
something like that?"

Michael didn't speak. The implications of the message just were too hard to
calculate it. He felt Patrick hug him.  "Are you okay, babe?"

"I don't know." Mike spoke, "I thought I knew the man. I guess I didn't."
He stared down at the words again. "How on earth did Connor Tucker ever get
a building?"

"I don't know, hon." Patrick was still surprised that Uncle Connor would
actually give them a building. "I didn't even know your uncle had ever been
there."

"When he was kid he grew up there. It was when he married that he settled
in Toronto."

"What do you want to do?"

"I want to see this building."

So they got out of the old car that is no longer a heap of junk. Patrick
made all the arrangements as Michael walked into the living area and stared
at the fishing pole.

"Uncle, who are you?" He whispered, and just stared.

Eventually, Pat came into the room with a bag in his hand, "I got a flight
that leaves in four hours."

Pat put an arm around Michael and kissed him on the cheek, "Come on, let's
see what other mysteries your family have in store."

That made Mike smile, "One thing about my family is that they're never
boring."

"Yep," Patrick stated, "And don't worry, you don't have to throw out the
Oldsmobile if you don't want to."

"Finally," Mike laughed, "After so many years I won a fight."

Pat laughed, "Don't get used to it."

****

DALLAS, TEXAS – COACH HARRY

Harry hit his desk and an envelope caught his eye. It was his mail that he
hadn't had a chance to read. He sat down and read it, or at least he was
about to. A red haired kid came running in his office.

"Toby," Harry asked, seeing the look on his face what is it?

"You need to come to locker room. Something is happening." Coach Harry was
perplexed. Nobody should be in the locker room now. He put the envelope
aside and followed his student to the room.

He saw the scene and couldn't believe his eyes as they moved over the three
piles of clothes. The locker room is normally cleaned at night so there
shouldn't be any clothes left behind. Then the situation dawned on him as
Toby pointed to the floor.

Jeans, a t-shirt, an undershirt and a pair of boxers were leading toward
the showers.  Remembering his youth and what he did one time when he was
young he ran. And there they were; three students naked.

"What's going on here?"  The three boys looked surprised to see their
coach. When they heard the locker room door open they had stopped their
activity and hoped they would go away.

"Nothing is happening." The lead boy said, even though his dick was in
another kid's mouth.  Toby laughed at the ridiculous comment.

Harry laughed as well. Clinton who had been jerking off had eyed his coach,
"You're not mad?"

"Not in the slightest." Harry smiled, "However, as your coach, I cannot
allow you guys explore on school grounds."

Ryan stared daggers at Toby, seeing him for the first time. "You fucking
asshole. I can't believe you would snitch on me."

"Well you are kind of cheating on me with Clinton and this guy."

"This guy has a name." The third member said.  "It was just a dare."

"I don't give a fuck. He's my boyfriend."

"Not anymore." Ryan smiled.

Toby was more than angry with Ryan. He let the emotion enter his body and
within seconds he punched Ryan in the groin and then slapped him hard on
the face.

Harry knew this was going to escalate. He grabbed Toby and pulled him off
of Ryan. "Guys, seriously. You four were the closest of friends, what the
hell happened?"

They all began to speak at once. Harry put up his hand. "I don't
care. Listen, this is what needs to happen. Clinton, Ryan and William have
detention, and Toby you join them."

"What?" Clinton asked. "I thought you weren't upset."

"I'm not, but as your coach, I need to make sure you guys understand the
seriousness of what's just happened.  Moreover, you guys need to work out
this out. So, I expect to see all four of you in my office at 3 o'clock. Or
else a call will be placed to your parents."

That made everybody nod in agreement. "Good, now get dressed."

The guys did as they were told. Harry gave them all an unhappy look before
going back to his office. He chuckled all the way.

Harry was shocked that they would be so open with their sexual activity,
especially in this school. Although there was zero tolerance for any
fighting or discrimination, it was still hard for them be open and be who
they were. Three years ago was when the first openly gay student entered
the school. He opened up in such an interesting way. He was assigned an
essay assignment to tell about their best day. Harry had brought the
assignment out to work on their use of commas.  Every week, the essay with
the least amount of mistakes would be read in class.

The student wrote about coming out to his family and how hard it would have
been and the essay went on to explain that the family accept him more than
ever. The student wrote the best essay, so before asking him to read it
aloud, he gave him the choice to say no. Toby thought about it, but went
ahead to read it with confidence. Surprisingly, when he finished most of
the class applauded him.

It was then that William, Clinton, Toby and Ryan became great friends and a
week later Ryan and Toby started dating. They had been together since
then. Harry hoped they would get past this. He was chuckling again as he
approached his office. Seeing three friends get caught brought him back to
his summer of Ted, Tad and Tom.

He opened the door to his office when his cell rang and he got a call from
Bianca. He was surprised to hear from her. He sat down on his chair eyeing
the envelope he was looking at earlier.

***

PHILADELPHIA, PENNSYLVANIA

Alton was just finishing lunch at the restaurant where he worked. He was
the manager of a small local Italian restaurant that had some of Philly's
best Pizzas. He really enjoyed his job and in a few minutes he was
expecting a new trainee. He got up and went to his office to get the file
on this new guy. He was 26 and had been working in the restaurant business
since he was 14 years old. He started as the dishwasher at his father's
restaurant.

Trevor had moved his way up to waiter, then floor manager in the span five
years. His father had taken ill when Trevor turned 25 so he took over the
management of that establishment. However, six months later the restaurant
did so well that another competitor bought it out for a huge sum of money
and with a blessing from his father Trevor accepted the deal.

He missed the restaurant business so he applied for the position within
Philly's Pizza Pie. Although, Alton did not own the establishment, he was
given incredible responsibility, especially in the realm of hiring. He knew
Trevor had the experience, and after a short interview process, where Alton
learned Trevor's background, he knew he found the right guy.

However, the position was for an assistant manager, which was way below
Trevor's pay grade. During the interview process Alton made it quite clear
that this position would not pay that well at first. Suggesting with time
raises may be seen. Trevor told him that he didn't need the money he just
missed the working in a local restaurant.

Today was the first time Trevor would actually see the restaurant at its
full capacity. His main responsibility would be to manage the front of
house people and make sure the communication between the front and kitchen
worked well. Alton's major duties were to expedite a service. Over the
course of the week Trevor would move into that position.

Right on schedule, Trevor walked in, smiling in a black shirt and black
pants, the unofficial uniform of the Philly's Pizza Pie.

"Welcome, Trevor. How's your father doing?"

"Quite well, with the money from selling the restaurant he is receiving the
best care possible."

"That's good."

Alton showed Trevor around the restaurant and introduced him the wait staff
and cooks. The wait staff were currently cleaning cutlery and setting the
tables while the cooks prepared for tonight's rush.

"So, I would like you to run the pre shift meeting as well. If you need me
I will be in the office handling the paperwork. I suggest you talk with the
Head Chef, the owner's cousin, Rico. He has some interesting creations that
he would like to wow you with."

"Have you tried them?"

"No," Alton said. He never did like Rico's cooking. "But, I'm sure it will
be great.

"Boss, you okay?"

"Fine, just been a long week. And please call me Alton. Nick is the boss
around here."  Honestly, Alton was feeling down lately. He was worried
about his partner, but there was more to it than that.

"Does Nick come on the floor a lot?" Trevor inquired.

"Yeah, mostly he talks to the regular customers. His main duties are the
host and sometimes he tends bar when the bartender is off."

With few more quick questions about some of the more general practices,
Trevor left to talk with the head chef. Alton walked back to the
office. Just as he was about to go over next week's food delivery, his
blackberry rang.

"Hey, Lover." The caller said.

"Hey yourself."

"Can you get away for dinner tonight?"

"Actually, I'm putting Trevor through the hoops so I need to keep an eye on
him. However, we can meet for drinks after."

"That's good."

"How was the meeting this morning with Granger, Ron?"

There was long pause, "It went fine. I will pick you up at the restaurant
when it closes. I love you."

Click. Alton knew it wasn't that fine. Ron had been worried about his
performance of late and he stayed up all night worried about his meeting
with Mr. Granger.  However, another call came in, this time from the office
line.

"Hey Nick." Alton said, recognizing the phone number.

"How's Trevor doing?"

"Great, he will be managing the front of house tonight."

"Good. This is good." Nick wasn't much for chitchatting or small talk. He
was direct Italian, who happened to have lived in a Jewish household.

"Yep, Nick. My replacement is going to work out well."  Then he added in
his head. I hope.

****

SUDBURY, ONTARIO – JOSH

"Zaidy is dead."

Josh Turner didn't know what to think of do, so he sat there. Eventually,
once the shock passed, he called his sister to get the necessary
information on what had occurred. Zaidy is what he called his
grandfather. And to hear he died so suddenly surprised Josh.

His sister explained really quickly, "Well he was having problems and was
sent to the hospital. Dad and your aunts drove to Montreal to be with
him. By the time they arrived at the hospital Zaidy was gone. It was a
brain aneurism."

Josh asked the obvious question, "Why couldn't you tell me last night?"

"Your phone wasn't on, we tried though."

It was true he had forgotten to charge the batteries and he put the phone
in his charge as he came to the lab today. "Is mom there?"

Rebecca, his sister currently lived with his mom, as her house was being
built by her construction orientated husband. "Yeah, hold on," she replied.

"Josh?"

"Yeah, how is dad doing?" It surprised Josh that this would be the first
question he would ask. He didn't have the best relationship with his
father. Whenever he tried to talk to him Josh said something wrong to get
his father to give him the stare. Basically, his father would lower his
head so his eyes would appear above his glasses and then frown.

"He's doing okay."  She replied, his dad wouldn't show his emotion to
anyone.

It was obviously not the case. Josh couldn't imagine how his Dad was coping
with the loss of his parent. He decided to call him later.

"Okay, I'm checking the computer as we are talking and I will catch the
first bus out of here."

"You don't need to rush home."

"Yes I do." Josh gave her the information. The one thing his dad had taught
him was that family sticks together. And this was a time when the family
needed to be together.

He talked to his accounting teacher and asked for a postponement for the
test he was supposed to write. It didn't occur to Josh that he was shaking
as he talked to Jim, his professor.

"Josh, don't worry about it. Once you're back, contact me and we'll arrange
a makeup test. You sure you're okay?"

"Yeah," Josh responded, more an automatic response than a true
answer. After that he packed up his stuff and dashed to the bus station. As
he was waiting for the Toronto bus to arrive, Josh called his dad.

"How are you doing?"

"Things are going okay." He then informed him of the plans in Montreal,
when the funeral would happen and how Josh was asked to be the pallbearer."

"The hardest part is writing this eulogy."

Dad was always the one Josh went to when drafting speeches. He never knew
how to balance the humor and the seriousness of the situation. Writing a
eulogy requires more planning, as death is a touchy subject for everybody.

"I'm sure you'll do fine." Then Josh said the phrase that he never
uttered. That most of his family never spoke. "I love you, dad."

"I love you too. I'll see you when you get here." He hung up.

Before Josh knew it he was on his way to Toronto. This next five-six hours
bus ride passed slowly. Josh was accustomed to the trip and normally
brought a book or something to keep him occupied. This time in his rush, he
forgot them. He tried to sleep instead.

An image entered his mind, a happier one. It was back a year ago, during
his Father's birthday. Josh had come up with a plan to be there for his
birthday and completely surprise him. He had emailed his mom and told her
when to pick him up from the bus station.

After he was seated on the bus, Josh called his father, wishing him a happy
birthday and apologizing that a test prevented him from being there, all
the while Josh was heading closer to him.

His Mom picked him up and Josh had a few hours to kill before his dad
arrived for his birthday. He went to use the computer in the basement to
pass the time. The front door opened and his dad walked in. Josh walked up
and walked past the foyer, smiling to Dad, "Happy birthday." The smile on
his dad's face of surprise made Josh smile some more.

Another image entered his mind, of his grandfather. Josh was 10 or 11 and
his Zaidy was taking him and his sister fishing. They were on a lake, three
years after Zaidy and Bubby moved to Montreal. In the boat, Josh wasn't
having any luck.

"Here, maybe this will help."

Josh eyed him, skeptically. "Your rod?"

Zaidy shrugged, "It gave me luck." So, cautiously, Josh took the rod and
waved it in the motion his grandfather had showed him.

An hour later the rod was pulling.  Josh grabbed it with two hands, but the
fish was pulling strong. Zaidy laughed, putting his hand on the rod so Josh
wouldn't be pulled into the lake. However, the fish pulled more and Zaidy's
precious rod left both of their hands, flying into the lake.

Josh looked at his Zaidy, "I'm so sorry."

"It's just a thing."

"No, it's not." Josh jumped in the lake after it, shocking his sister and
Zaidy. A minute later Josh broke through the water holding Zaidy's rod.

Zaidy patted his head and smiled at his grandson. "Thank you."

From that day on Josh and his grandfather carried a special bond. More
images entered his head. Before he knew it, Josh had arrived at the bus
station and went to meet his Mom. He walked up the stairs to the general
parking area, but his mom was nowhere to be seen.

Josh got nervous.


TOO BE CONTINUED


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