Date: Tue, 12 Sep 2006 16:19:43 +0000
From: Steve Thomas <stevethomas535@hotmail.com>
Subject: Bens Fantasy, Ch. 7

This is a work of pure fiction, but based on the author's
feelings, beliefs, and in some cases, experience.  Come to
think of it -- it might not be very pure either! There may be
graphic sexual encounters at times between men, so if this
offends you, you are invited to retreat.  If you are too
young or it is otherwise illegal for you to be reading this
kind if story, shame on you for reading it - - please stop
here.  If not, - - ENJOY!

 Cast of characters:

 Ben Hastings -- That's me!

Bill "Bubba" Hastings -- My Dad

Veronica Hastings -- My Mom.

Reyna -- My Best Friend

Ranj Kumar-- My New friend

Jared -- A football whore.

From Chapter 6:

"Oh my sweet Ranj!  What have I done?  I'm so sorry!"

"Are you out of your mind?  He said.  That was one of the
most fantastic orgasms I ever had."

"But weren't you in pain?"

"Ohhh yeah!  It was hella good!"  He said, and he winced
from another stabbing pain.

"Can you make it to the bed?"  I said.

He grimaced big time and he sat up.  "Yeah, but -- come here
and let me clean up that face of yours.  I cummed all over
it, didn't I?  Hee hee!"

He licked all over my face, even in pain as he did it.  He
kissed my lips and I tasted the strong flavor of my own cum.
It was like ambrosia!  After that experience, I didn't ask
again if he could play football next week!



Chapter 7:

Ranj's parents were not gone so long this time.  We only had
that one night that week.  We pretty much kept a low profile
during class and on campus.

Ranj and Bull avoided each other as much as possible, but of
course they had to see each other at practice.  Bull was both
pissed and sheepish, knowing that Ranj KNEW about him and
what pissed him the most was - he really couldn't be sure
about his suspicions about Ranj.  That and the fact that
James had put a healthy fear in to the big boy, made him toe
the line all week.

My dad was excited about the game up in Bakersfield.  We had
it planned to stay the night there, in a motel room, with two
king beds.  And of course Ranj was going to stay with us!  We
planned to sleep apart for my dad's sake, even though he
knew about us.

Ranj was planning to come home with us, Sunday, but he had to
go with the team to Bakersfield.  That left me and my dad
traveling together.

"Has Ranj told his team about -- himself -- yet?"

"I doubt it, Dad.  I let him renege on that part of the
promise, because it may affect the outcome of the game -- you
know , a downer and all!  But he promised to tell the team
after the game."

"Good!  He needs to have at least that kind of honesty with
the team.  There is another surprise happening after the
game."

"What's that?"  I asked.

"You'll find out!"  Dad said, raising one eyebrow.  I was
a little worried.

The game was more exciting even than last week's game.  Only
if you knew about it, could you tell that Ranj was hurting.
I saw him sitting on the bench once, when his team was in
defense, rocking and holding his sides, obviously in intense
pain.  The coach leaned over -- obviously concerned -- and
said something.  Ranj shook his head.

Ranj was amazing.  By the end of the game, neither Dad nor I
had much of our voices left.  Ranj caught a total of 23
successful passes, and two of them in the end zone!  But the
Bakersfield offense was also awesome.  Their quarterback had
to be a gymnast in his spare time, the way he could leap over
those huge linemen.  The score near the end of the 4th with
30 seconds to go was 35 to 36, with Cerritos in the lead.
Everyone on both sides were on their feet.

Bakersfield had the ball, and they were 55 feet form the goal
line.  Down to the last 10 seconds, they could not gain an
inch.  Both teams were weaker in their defensive teams than
offense.  But the Cerritos defense was fighting valiantly.
With 10 seconds left, on their fouth down, Cerritos was out
maneuvered and Bakersfield kicked a 55 foot field goal --
right between the posts -- and won the game by one point!
Absolutely heartbreaking for the Cerritos team.  This pretty
much assures that they can't make the playoffs!

Dad and I waited outside the away team's locker rooms, and
when the team came drooping and slumping out, Ranj was about
in the middle of them.  He saw us and almost ran.  He ran
right past me and hugged my dad!  He started talking faster
than anyone could keep up or get a word in edgewise.  Dad
told him it wasn't his fault -- and all that crap that I
could give a rat's ass about.

When I tapped him on the shoulder -- to remind him I was
there for him too, he smiled and presented his fist for me to
hit.  I looked, amazed, at him.  "You didn't tell them?"
I said under my breath.

"I just couldn't when they were so bummed!"  He whispered,
apologetically.

"C'mon Dad!"  I said, "It's late and we need to get back
early in the morning!"

I turned and walked away.  Dad followed, knowing exactly what
just went down.

Ranj didn't even run after us!  Dad and I walked in silence
to the car, and then drove silently to the motel.  My phone
rang twice.  It was Ranj's number.  I didn't answer.  He
didn't have any idea where we were staying.  I turned off my
phone after the second call.

As soon as we were in the room, I lost it.  I felt humiliated
to cry so uncontrollably with my dad there.  He also was
helpless about what to do.

"Ahem!  I'll just go -- take a shower, Ben.  Will you -- be
-- okay?"  I couldn't answer, so I nodded.  As soon as I
heard the shower going I buried my face in one of the hard
motel pillows and screamed as much and as loud as my already
hoarse throat would scream.  I HAD to get it -- SOMETHING --
out.

When Dad came out, I went into the bathroom.  I ran a hot
bath and after taking a long drink of cold water, I slipped
into the hot water.  I wanted to slip under and never come
out again.  But of course I couldn't do that.

I woke up sometime later, surrounded by coolish water.  I got
out and dried off, and went out and hopped in bed.  I'm sure
that Dad was awake, but he didn't know what to say to
console a gay boy who lost his gay lover!  I fell asleep but
awoke several times.  One of the times, Dad asked me if I was
okay.

"I guess."  I said.  "Um -- what was the other surprise
that you mentioned earlier?"

"Oh!  Well -- Bull and his three roommates were arrested and
taken away as soon as they left the field."

"Oh."  Somehow I just didn't much care.  Jared may be
happy about it, though.

We didn't need to get up early, as I'd told Ranj.  But when
we awoke, we went to the restaurant next to the motel and
surprisingly enough, I was very hungry.  We finished and when
on the road, Dad said, "Well, I think I have this figured
out."

"Whaddaya mean?"  I asked, hoping for any kind of reprieve
from the pain in my chest.

"What you are feeling has to be -- well -- the same as if
you were dumped by a girl you were in love with!"

"DUH, DAD!"  I wanted to say.  I remained silent.

"Benny, I feel terrible for you.  I even feel bad for me!  I
really like Ranj!  I had no idea that macho types could be
homos."

"It's `gay', Dad."

"Doesn't seem very gay to me.  Gay means happy."

"Fuck you!"  I wanted to say.  I remained silent.  I knew
he was trying.

"Anyway, for what it's worth, I kind of know what you're
feeling."

I blinked and looked at him.  "I've gotten hurt before!"
he said defensively.  "Like I was saying, it must be the
same as if any guy -- well, actually I had to dump this one
girl down in Texas.  Well, I didn't HAVE to -- but yes -- I
did!  We were just not -- good for each other.

"She didn't agree.  So it was me who dumped her.  Kind of
like you had to -- break up with Ranj.  It hurt me more to do
that, than it ever hurt when I was dumped.  The guilt!  Oh --
sorry.  I know this is his fault, and -"

Right at that moment, we passed Ranj!  He was standing on the
road, his thumb in the air.  Dad and I looked at each other.
"We have to go back!"  Dad said.

"NOOooo!"  I pleaded.

"We can't leave him there like that.  He could get picked
up by some weirdo!"

We went back.  He got in the back seat.  I was in the front
with Dad.

"Ben -- I tried to call you last night."

"Ranj."  I stated.  "We picked you up so that you
wouldn't possibly get picked up by some strange weirdo.
That's all!  Please don't talk!

"I -- couldn't ride back with the team."

"Did you tell them?"  I asked.

"No, but - "

"Then there's nothing more to be said."  I said, quietly.

I slumped down in my seat, all of a sudden very tired.  I
turned the radio to the first station that came in.  I closed
my eyes.  I couldn't help hearing the sniffling in the back
seat -- as I am sure Dad heard too.

I didn't sleep, but I don't think he knew it.

When we pulled up to Ranj's gate, dad insisted in driving
him all the way to his house.  When he got out, I couldn't
help noticing that his house looked deserted.  No Mercedes in
the  driveway.  He got out and then opened my door.  He
grimaced and moaned as he squatted down next to me.  "Please
come in for awhile, Ben.  I'll take you home."  His eyes
were red from crying, but they were dry at the moment.

My dad gave me a sidelong look.  I couldn't tell what it
meant.  "I -- I -- no!  I better not."  I said.

"Okay.  Bye."  He said, and he grabbed the door to help
himself up, letting out a small cry and grabbing his side.
He walked slowly up his driveway, his head drooping.  He
turned and looked one last time and mouthed something -- I
think it was "I love you".  He let himself into the house
and closed the door.  Dad didn't move the car.

"Don't you think you were awfully hard on him, Ben?"

"I'm glad you like him, Dad."

"Don't you?"

"Dad -- I don't!  I love him, but right now I don't like
him very much."

"Ben -- you gotta give him something."

"Huh?"

"You're leaving him with no alternative."

"I gave him an alternative two weeks ago -- and then again
last week.  And -- really -- last night."

"But, Ben -- you love him.  You didn't tell him that."

"He knows."  I said.

"I think that right now he thinks you hate him."

"Oh, no!  I could never hate him!"

"Then I think you ought to tell him at least that."

I looked deeply into my dad's eyes.  He was being the dad
that I never experienced before.  Maybe I should take his
advice -- this once.  I dialed his number -- knowing very
well that he saw that we were still out here.

"Hi."

"Ranj -- I don't hate you."

"Thanks. I don't hate you either.  Um -- my mom's here,
can I call you back?"

"No need.  I just wanted you to know that."

"That you don't hate me?"

"That's all."

"Then that's all I expect.  I'm sorry you are so
disappointed in me. If it matters, I'm disappointed in
myself, too.  Bye."

"Bye."

"And oh - - ?"

"Yeah?"

"I -- love you."

I paused maybe too long, before saying, "Me to."  And I
hung up.

"You told him, `Me too'?"  Dad said.

"Dad!"  I complained.

"I know what he said to you, to get that response!  That was
hard for him."

"What am I SUPPOSED to do?"  I said in exasperation.

"I guess I can't tell you what to do."

"And what would you do, Pop?"  I said way too flippantly.

Ignoring my tone, dad simply said, "I'd go up to the door
and tell him that you love him. Then give him another chance
to come back with some kind of decent response."

I hung my head low and let out a blast of air. I did it
again, and then a third time.  I was trying not to cry!  I
pulled the door handle up and opened the door.  I got up and
walked to Ranj's front door.  I knocked, truly expecting
that he would be there, ready to open it.

After a rather long wait, the door opened.  Ranj opened the
door a crack.  Behind him, I saw a very beautiful dark
skinned lady.  She had a red spot in the middle of her
forehead, and she was crying.

"I just told my mother that I'm gay, Ben.  Can I call you
later?"  He whispered.

"You -- you DID?"

"Yes.  She -- I gotta go, Ben! I gotta figure out how I'm
gonna break it to my father."

"Is this the boy?"  His mother asked, from across the room.

Ranj looked at me.  "Are you the boy?"  He asked.  I looked
at his mother and then started to study the intricate pattern
on the tile entry floor.  "I hope he is!"  Said Ranj.

"He's not even Indian."  She said, gravely, sniffed,
elevated her nose in the air, and turned and walked into
another room.

"Can I call you -- later?"  He said to me.

"Yeah."  I said, and turned on my heel and walked away.  I
heard the door slam loudly and looked back.  He was standing
outside the door.  His head was hanging low, but he looked at
me from under his heavy brow.  I ran back and threw my arms
around him.

"Easy -- easy!  He said, grimacing.

"Ohh!  Sorry!"  I said.  I let him lead the way.  He
carefully enclosed me with his arms.  I lay my head on his
hairy chest. And closed my eyes.

He whispered, barely audibly in my ear, "Words would spoil
this.  I'll call you later."

"Okay,'  I whispered.  "I -- love you, Ranj!"

He grinned impishly.  "Me too!"  He said.

I ran back to Dad's car and jumped in.

"I guessed something good happened."  Said Dad.

"Yeah.  Thanks."  I said.

"Thanks?"

"For making me go in there."

"I didn't make you do anything."

I just gave him a sidelong look -- and a smirk.  I think I'm
gonna like my dad, now that he's gotten so smart!

After dinner my cell phone rang.  It was Ranj.  I excitedly
answered.  "Hi!!"

"hi."  He answered, very subdued.

"What's wrong, Ranj?"

"Have to see you."

It didn't sound good!

"Your place or mine?"  I asked.

"Can we go somewhere to talk?"

"Wo!  Sounds - - serious."

"It is."

"Come on over and we can go out for a walk -- or
something."

"I can't."

"Huh?  But you just said - "

"They took my car away.  Can you come get me?"

"Of course!  Be right there!"

"I'll be waiting outside the gate."

I told my parents where I was headed and took off.

He was waiting outside the gate dressed as he was the first
time I saw him -- in a navy pullover parka with the hood over
the top of a baseball cap.  I stopped the car and he gingerly
let himself in.

"I dunno what to do."  He said, and tears started streaming
down his cheeks.

"What -- about?"  I asked.

"They said I can't see you any more."  He said.  "They
said if I try to carry on anything with you, they'll cut me
off."

"Oh."  I started the car.  I knew that an 18 and 23 year
old would need help with this one. "Would you mind talking
to my parents, Ranj?"

"I love your parents.  But can we just -- go somewhere and
-- make out or something -- for awhile?  I really need to --
to -- have you hold me -- or something."

So we went to a deserted park and walked behind a building
and hugged - - and kissed - - and cried.

Back at home, sitting in front of my parents, I said,
"You're 23 years old.  Can't you make this decision on
your own?"

"Technically, he IS an adult, Benny, but as long as he lives
with his parents, he has to obey their rules.  What else is
at stake, Ranj?"

"They're paying for my education, and - "

"Huh?"  Said my mom.  "How much can it cost to go to
Cerritos College?"

"I don't have to work.  They provide me a car.  They will
pay for university -- of my choice.  Their immigrant status
helps them get me anywhere -- ANYWHERE -- as long as they can
pay for it -- and they can!"

"Well, it looks like it's your decision, then."  Said my
dad.  "Is it worth it to give up being yourself -- for three
more years -- to get your education?  Hey, no judgment here.
But that's the decision.  Ranj, We --  I -- really like you,
and even though we wish that you and Ben were not gay -- you
are!  And being that way, I would love it if you were the one
that Ben could spend his life with."  Dad paused for a
breath.  "But - - the chances are -- and try to be realistic
here -- is that you WON'T end up together.  Ben's only
eighteen.  And you're young for your age - "

"Immature -- I know!"

"Anyway, let's just say that you and Ben ARE capable of
being lifelong partners.  That being the case -- three years
is really short.  Shorter than you realize."

"There's more."  Said Ranj.

"More what?"  Dad said.

"I don't have any brothers -- or sisters.  If I choose to
be gay - "

"Now THAT'S one I have come to realize is impossible!  You
cannot choose to be gay -- or not!"  Said Dad.

"If I choose to LIVE as a homosexual, I will lose
$5,000,000."

"Take the money.  I'm not worth that!"  I said, bitterly.

"Now, wait a minute, Ben -- Ranj!"  Said Dad.  "How old
are your parents, Ranj?"

"My mom is 39 and my dad is 52."

"So they could hold this over your head for most of your
productive life?"

"Yeah."  He said forlornly.

"Okay, here is where a little age and maturity comes in
handy.  Ranj -- Ben -- NO amount of money is worth giving up
LIVING for.  Do you want easy money or happiness?"

"Ranj, believe us,"  my mom added, "Money can make some
things more comfortable, but it CAN'T make you happy."

"I don't want to sugar coat this either, Ranj."  Dad
continued.  "The chances of you and Ben making it --
statistically -- are very slim.  But it's not about that!
I'm trying to put myself in your shoes.  If my parents -- or
someone -- told me that if I chose to live as a homosexual
they would give me 5 million dollars -- or fifty million for
that matter -- I would not take it.  Is this any different?
That's rhetorical.  The answer is no!"

"So you think -- not even considering Ben and me -- I should
tell them to chuck it -- and do as I please?"

"I'm not telling you anything, Ranj.  I am only giving you
something real to consider before you make your decision."

"I do love my parents."  He said.

"I hope so!  But they can't dictate your life."

"I know.  I have cousins in India -- they can't do anything
on their own.  Their parents tell them who and when to
marry.  My father and mother's parents made an agreement
long before mom was even born -- that if she was a girl --
they would marry.  Dad was 28 when he married my mom at
fifteen.  I was born when she was 16."

"Is that what you want?  Tell me, Ranj.  Are your parents
happy?"

"Probably as happy as most Indians."

"This is America.  Is that what you want.  To carry on this
Indian tradition?"

"NO!"

"Have your parents already chosen someone for you?"

"Yes.  She's 10 years old.  She thinks she loves me
already."

"And how fair would it be to her to have to marry a man who
would rather go to bed with her brother?"

"I know!  I've wondered about that."

"You're a man now -- and as such, you have been compelled
to make some hard decisions in the last couple weeks.  It's
not easy, is it?  Another rhetorical question.  Anyway, you
now have to make the hardest decision -- maybe -- of your
life.  Don't make it lightly.  Consider all of the
consequences."  Then Dad looked at me.  "and, Ben, give him
time to make it!"

I felt bad now that I had been so hard on him for the last
few weeks.  I had no idea what he was dealing with.

I took Ranj home and before he got out, he kissed me good
bye.    I watched him as he keyed in the gate code and he
waved as he walked in.

With tears in my eyes, I watched as the gate took the view of
him from my eyes.  I have already made my decision. But I am
not going to tell him until he makes his.

Notes:  Decisions -- decisions!  The older we get, the harder
they get!  What would a 23-year-old decide differently than
an 18-year-old?  What would I decide -- in either boys shoes
- - knowing what I know now?"  Comments are welcome, to
Steve at stevethomas535@hotmail.com.  Thanks and -- love,
Steve