Date: Thu, 24 Jun 2004 07:31:31 -0700 (PDT)
From: jon thompson <webbased2002@yahoo.com>
Subject: dark secrets (part one)

This is a new story, not totally erotic in nature, but
has eroticism all through it.

This is a work of fiction. If anyone has any comments
about it, email me and let me know.
Dark Secrets


Version 1.0


Prologue:
	The day had been like none other, for Susan felt like
Tony might be the one for her. He had taken her all
over the main street in Salisbury, as the Autumn
Festival 1979 was in full swing.
	Tony was the big man on Salisbury's campus, (the
college was called Salisbury too), for the religious
group known as The Revelators. They wanted to stem the
tide of decadence that was pervading the USA.
	Susan had come from a small town in upstate PA, and
Tony had been like a godsend to her. She was raised by
her mother and was told that she should find a nice
religious boy and marry him.
	Susan had just been on campus for two weeks when she
had met Tony. They hit it off right away. The young
man was 21, and a senior. He seemed to be totally
dedicated to God, and he seemed to be interested in
her.
	This sent chills of excitement when she saw Tony in
the cafeteria, or at the religious meetings on campus.

	About two weeks after they had first run into each
other on campus, Tony asked Susan out on a date. It
was to the local church he attended where he asked
her, but when he showed up dressed in a suit, Susan
knew this was their first outing together.
	From the first night they went to church together,
they spent all of their free time together. Tony was
the perfect gentleman. He was romantic, kind, and
handsome. He was better than all of the leading men in
the movies of the day.
	On Friday of the Autumn festival, Tony asked Susan if
she would like to go see the sights up town. It didn't
take her but a second to say yes.
	The sights and sounds were so plentiful that one
could not help but be enraptured by what was there.
Walking around the park, Susan felt like a kid again.
Tony and her were in a world all their own when they
walked arm and arm to see what was there.
	The food was unlimited. All kinds and varieties of
things to eat were available. Tony bought Susan a
powder sugared treat and they sat down on a bench to
share it.
"Can you believe this festival?" Tony asked her. "It's
so much bigger than when I was a freshman."
"I've never been to something like this." Susan said.
"It's bigger than I imagined it would be."
"The parade tomorrow will be even better than what you
see here. It goes on and on so long that you think
it's never going to end."
	Susan took another bite of the sugary treat. The
power sugar melted in her throat giving her sensations
that she did not get eating at the school cafeteria.
"I love this food."
"You look like you've been denying yourself. "
"I would never normally eat this stuff, even though it
tastes so great. I'm always afraid of putting on
weight."
	Tony looked at her and smiled. "You are always going
to look young and beautiful. Besides, it is not what
is on the outside that counts, but what is on the
inside."
	Susan gave him a hug. "You are one in a million. If
more men in the world were like you, it would be a
better place."
	After they were done eating, Tony took Susan on some
of the rides. They looked different than most of the
college students that were enjoying the last night of
the amusements. Tony and Susan almost looked like they
had come from the 1950's. Sure they were dressed in
70's clothes, but they looked like they had just come
from church.
	The Ferris wheel operator mentioned to both of them
that he had never seen any two people better suited
for each other than the two of them. "You two give
this place a look of respectability with those
clothes."
"Why thank you kindly sir."
	After they had sat in their seat, and the ride had
started, Tony started asking Susan about her plans for
the future.  "I know your planning on further
education after Salisbury, but you never went into
what you were considering."
"I plan on spending my first two years here, and then
going onto a Bible College. I want to be a missionary
one day."
"Perhaps you will be married to a preacher one day."
Tony told her. He had expressed interest in getting
his masters degree in Bible, and perhaps becoming a
minister.
"I do not know what God has in store for me, but I
know that it is not my will that shall come to pass."
	From the top of the Ferris Wheel, the two looked over
all of downtown Salisbury. People populated the entire
area during the final evening of fun. Tomorrow they
would be back for the parade, but this would be their
last chance for the fun and games that festival
brought to town.
"I was thinking Susan, perhaps you would want to see
my place on the way back to school. I know it's late
and you probably want to be up early tomorrow."
"I'll come for a minute. I haven't been to see your
apartment yet and I have been meaning to stop over for
a while now. You can get me back to Eagle Manner
after."

	On the way back to Tony's place, they passed by all
the shops on Main Street. The town was busy into the
early evening every evening except Sunday's. That was
the day people were in Church. The only places that
were open on a Sunday afternoon were gas stations and
drug stores.
	When they entered Tony's home, Susan found out that
it was much more than an apartment. He had made it
into a place that looked comfortable. Bible studies
could be held here and everyone would feel welcomed.
"How can you afford such a place?" She asked him.
"My father gave the place to me. He lives down south,
but owns a few places in Salisbury. This place is for
me to use while I'm attending Salisbury."
"Really big place for just one person."
"I know, but it is a fortress of solitude for me. Kind
of like superman."
	Susan thought Tony had a body that was beginning to
look like the guy who played superman in the new movie
that was just coming out. He lifted weights every day,
which had created a smooth muscular body over the past
three years. This in combination of his blond hair and
blue eyes, made Tony an object of desire for many of
the women on campus. It was only his "high moral"
values as he put it, which kept him from enjoying what
the females of the university had to offer.
	When Susan read a poem that her friend had hanging on
the living room wall, she realized it had been written
by him.




 "I know it's a short poem, but I'm not finished with
it yet." Tony told her as he emerged from the
Kitchen."
	He gave her the soda and Susan started to drink from
it. "I think it's beautiful. You were describing me,
but I don't think I'm an angel."
	Tony sat down on the arm of the chair. He put one of
his arms around Susan. She looked up at him.
"I had a great time tonight." She told him.
"It was my pleasure."
	Tony got up from the chair and put a classical tape
in his stereo. "It's the latest stereo on the market."
He told Susan. "It even has a remote."
"You must be loaded."
"No, I just get great deals."
	After the soda pop had been half way drank, Susan
started to feel funny. She didn't want to say anything
to Tony, since she enjoyed the time with him and
didn't want to go back to the dorm.
	As they spoke over the next two minutes, Susan felt
worse and worse. She could feel herself getting light
headed. "I don't know what's wrong." She told Tony.
"Would you like to lay down on the couch for a minute?
It might help."
	Tony led Susan over to his couch. He made her very
comfortable. The pillow behind her head was relaxing.
"I'll just rest a minute, then I should be okay." She
told him. In the next minute Tony found Susan had gone
to sleep.
	The young man that every woman on campus wanted to be
around, used the remote to turn up the stereo to
almost full blast. Then he reached for Susan's dress.


Chapter 1: Spring 2003
	Chris Myers bit his lip as Mack Strong slowly and
steadily rocked back and forth on top of him. They
were two 19 years old fair-haired adorable young men,
and they loved each other.
	Mack's body fit like a glove next to Chris's. If one
could see them in the heat of passion, the person
observing would not be able to tell where one man left
off and one started. They were made for each other.
	It had been three months to the day when they met for
the first time. Mack had come to an Unite meeting part
way through his first semester as a freshman. When
their eyes met, Chris knew that he would have him.
Chris was a half a year older, although he was a
sophomore at Salisbury, and not a Freshman like Mack.
He had gone through more than his share of the closet
cases on campus the previous year.
	On the Salisbury campus, you could always tell a
closet case homosexual. These young men were the
preppy or jock boys who were at the top of their
sport. They were the ones in the band who no one had a
clue about, and those in the drama program that denied
what everyone knew. The closet case young men were all
around the college, and Chris could easily sniff them
out.
	It would take only a smile from the then freshman,
and Chris could tell if a guy was gay. The captain of
the track team might be dating the cheerleader with
jugs the size of flotation devices, but he liked to
prostrate himself to a frat boy every Thursday after
their time at the bar.
	When Chris found a hot closet case young man at
Salisbury, he flirted just enough to get the boy into
bed. Once he had his way with him, he politely broke
it off in a day or two. The other guy was heartbroken,
but he would never tell how Chris had hurt him. The
easiest kind of man to keep your secret is one that
has something to lose.
	Mack was not like the others at Salisbury. He seemed
to be someone who was not afraid to go after what he
wanted. Although he was not totally open in class
about his sexuality, he was open to most of his
friends that were in the dorm.
	Mack was a shorter slimmer version of himself. They
were outwardly close to each other in looks, but there
was something different about Mack.
	The first night that Chris saw him in an Unite
meeting, he asked him out to dinner.
"I never would have thought a guy who looked like you
would be in Unite." Mack told him.
"Why not?"
"Because you don't look ...."
"Gay? What does a gay man look like?"  Just because I
am taller than you, with the body of a wrestler,
doesn't mean I can't like men. " Chris told him.
"Perhaps you just need to meet the right man."
	It was that very night that Mack was invited back to
Chris's apartment. He lived in a two bedroom place,
connected to a living room. He and Lisa, a straight
friend who was also a member of Unite (for it was
opened to anyone), were roommates. She knew that when
his bed room was a rockin, she wasn't to be a-knockin.
	Lisa was an Honor's student, and would probably
graduate with a 3.95 in two and a half more years. She
enjoyed every type of class at Salisbury, except Gym
Class. She could never understand why a class that was
best left in High School was required in college.
	Lisa was about 5'8" and about 140 lbs. She was not
overly big, but she was not a petite flower that most
straight men slobbered over on campus. If she got any
attention, it would be mostly from guys staring at her
breasts. This was the one thing that annoyed her more
than anything. At least when the men in Unite were
looking at her, they were not thinking about her chest
size.
	Mack had never once mentioned anything about her
physicality any of the times he had visited the
apartment. He was too busy trying to get quiet time
with Chris in Chris's bedroom.
Three months of pure pleasure, every night that Mack
could get away from the dorm. His roommate knew that
he was a partier, even though he was the son of a
local preacher. He figured that Mack was just out
celebrating like most college guys did when they were
away from home.
Mack held no love for his fathers' church. With his
life he had to not discuss under his parents' roof, he
stayed away from them as much as possible.
	Mack knew that he's parents had been told about his
being gay, but they also knew that it was his own
life. His father never mentioned his son at church, if
only to tell the people there he was "praying" for
him.
	Back in Chris's bedroom, Mack was about to feel his
passion explode once again. When the two of them were
together, they could go on and on for hours. He was
almost to the height of orgasm, when a knock was heard
at the door.
"WHAT IS IT!" Chris yelled at the door.
"Sorry to bother you both, but we're going to be late.
Hurry up with whatever you are doing." Lisa said
through the shut door.
"We'll be out in a few minutes." Mack called back to
her.
"I'll give you ten. Work faster."
	Chris looked up at Mack, "Do you think that you can
get back what we almost had?"
	Mack smiled down at his love, "I'm already there. See
what you do to me?"
	Thirty minutes later, all three of the friends were
waiting at Michelle's Cafe. Soon they would have the
biggest table in the place packed. There would be more
expensive clothing labels at one table than there ever
was in a single classroom on campus.
	First to enter was Karl, and then his boyfriend who
he lived with entered. Rick was the next guy to come
to the gathering. He had a man who looked to be in his
early 20's with him.
"This is Shawn everybody. He's a guest instructor for
this semester."
	All of the gay men at the table took one look into
Shawn's green eyes, and could see the beautiful soul
beneath them.
"Calm those hormones down fellows. He's an instructor
here. That means hands off!"
	Shawn introduced himself. He was going to be giving a
workshop/class in creative writing all during the
semester. Mack took a second look at him and knew whom
he was.
"Your Shawn Lewis." He said and turned to Chris. "He's
written like five or six best sellers in the past few
years."
"I'm pleased someone from my old home town knows of my
writing."
"Knows of it, I've read all but your latest book."
Mack told him.
"OH, so those are the books you are always talking to
me about." Chris told him.
"Yes, those are his."
	Chris looked at Shawn, "You've done great things for
our love life."
	Shawn turned red. "I'm glad to have been of service."
	The meeting started once they had all had their
hellos to the new guy. Shawn was only going to be a
visiting instructor for one semester, and since none
of the men at the table were taking his class he could
be a part of Unite.
	The group was just getting started for the semester,
and the first official meeting was next week, but they
all wanted to get together to talk about their
holiday's.
	The president turned to the first lady and told him
to go first. Chris had a snicker and knew that this is
how it would start. The president always left his
boyfriend go first in everything they did.
"We were going to go home and see my folks this
Christmas. If it would not have been for them being
told about us, I think it would have been a good
holiday."
"So you two didn't make it home for Christmas?" Mack
asked.
"We were told that it would not be a good month if we
were there. Since It was my grandparents who own the
home that we live in, in this town, I'm not worried
about losing our place to stay."
	Larry's grandmother looked right into his mothers
eyes when she told her what her son had said. She
opened her mouth and said, "I've known that since he
was 12 years old."
"WHAT? How could you know?"
"Any good mother knows that about her son. I took one
look into his eyes when he was watching Ricky Martin
on a video, and I knew it."
	That was Larry's grandma all right. She knew a lot of
things that her own daughter, Larry's mom, couldn't
tell.
"Grandma came over and saw us both on Christmas eve.
She brought over the presents that my parents had
bought for me. She told them that if they denied them
to me, she'd cut them off."
"You can tell his grandmother is a strong woman." Karl
said. "She is more open than most old people we know."
	Shawn looked at Karl. "In some of my book tours, I've
met people of all ages that are accepting. It isn't
just gay folks who read my books."
	Every sat riveted to what Shawn had to say. He had
gone on three book tours, because after two of his
books had come out he was working on the following
one. There had been people from all around the country
that he had met who were very kind and polite. There
were straight, gay, bi-sexual, and transgender people
who read his books.
"What you two need to do, is convince your parents
Larry that even though you are gay, your still the
same son you've always been. Gay people have the same
needs and wants as straight people. We shouldn't have
to prove we are the same as a str8, but that is the
way it happens now days."
"Any suggestions on how to talk to my folks?" Larry
asked.
"Just speak from your heart. You and Karl should talk
to them together, since it looks like you two are
going to be a couple for very long time."
	The rest of the people there wanted to know about
Shawn's Christmas, but he said that he'd done enough
talking. It was time for someone else to get a word
in.
	Mack picked up the coffee he'd ordered and took a
sip. Damn, that was a hot drink. He put the cup back
down.
"Don't drink so quickly if you have something hot in
your mouth." Chris told him.
"No comment", Mack said to Lisa when he saw her grin.
"You'll find someone for yourself someday."
"Not if I hang out with all of you all the time." She
replied.
	Lisa had the most amazing ability to fall for gay
men. She had made friends with many guys over the past
semester. Each one had turned out to be either a gay
guy in Unite, or a closet case on campus. It was no
use.
	Some of the men that Lisa had fallen for the previous
year, had been the most fun for Chris. There was
nothing like finding a guy hot that Lisa had fallen
for, and then taking him to bed within 24 hours. If he
found one that was truly straight, he would have let
his female friend know. Chris considered it a good
thing that he slept with the men Lisa liked. He didn't
want her hurt later on when she found out they were
gay.
	Any time she fell for a black guy, Lisa instantly
told Karl. Even though he was living with Larry, he
still had nightly fantasies about the black men on
campus. It added spice to their sex life, but it was
hard for his boyfriend to measure up.
"Shawn, what brought you to Salisbury?" Mack asked.
"There are much more important colleges out there for
a writer as good as you are."
"Mom has always spoken of this town. Mom was single
when she conceived me, and in those days it was tough
for a single girl in college who was pregnant. She
told me that this town made her tough.  I`ve never
seen Salisbury before I came here, but I heard it was
still a nice small town. If it wasn`t so cold outside
during the winter I`d feel right at home."
	A couple of the others in the group had been born in
Salisbury also. It seemed that when you were born in
Salisbury, something called you back to it sometime in
your life. This town affected your life in ways that
sometimes were impossible to realize.
	There were a few important events that were coming up
on campus in January. Karl explained to the group that
they had to get involved with the first one. "The
university is going to be having a club awareness day
next week. On Wednesday the student center is going to
have tables set up in the multi-purpose room. We can
have a table if we let the activities board know by
Friday of this week."
"Do you think we have enough time to get some
materials together?" Rick asked. "It seems like very
short notice."
"That's true Rick, but we have the chance to let
people know that there is a place for gay and lesbian
people to go and talk to people like themselves on
campus. Unite is a safe place, but no one knows much
about us."
	The club had officially been recognized the previous
year, but it had been in existence for over two
decades. The group had a few different names over the
years, but it had basically the same goal: a safe
haven for those who were gay/lesbian/bi-sexual or
questioning. Straight people could be in the group,
but most straight people only joined if they had a
friend in the group.
	The problem with getting people to join was that
Salisbury was a very small town, and gay people were
not very welcomed. Sure this was the north, and not
like some areas of the south or west. It did not mean
there hadn't been troubles over the years. In the
early 1980s there had been a gay student on campus
that was very vocal about gay rights. He left school
after being harassed within an inch of his life. The
administration had not taken appropriate measures when
he told them about the break-ins to his dorm room, and
the threats made to him in person. For his own safety,
he left.
	A lot of progress had been made over the years, but
there was still a long way to go.
"I think this is a great opportunity for you guys to
bring some acknowledgement to the group. Can I help?"
Shawn told Karl. "I can make copies of any information
you have that you want made into information leaflets
to give out. I have a good computer with a laser
printer that can print 30 color copies a minute."
"That would be great. Mack is the one that deals with
creating the actual stuff we need for things like
this, so you could work with him on designing the
leaflets." Karl said as he turned to Mack. "You
wouldn't mind working with Shawn, would you?"
"I wouldn't mind at all." Mack said almost too
quickly.




































Chapter Two:

	That weekend, Shawn invited Mack to his home he
rented for the duration of his stay in Salisbury. He
wanted to feel comfortable, while he was stranded here
in this town in the middle of nowhere.
	Shawn thought they would sit down for some Lunch
before they got started with designing the informative
leaflet that would be passed out at the table the
following Wednesday.
"How have you enjoyed the short time you've been in
town?" Mack asked him.
"The people have been good to me. I think it's because
of my being a writer, but I sense they are real nice
people anyway. I hope that my being at the table this
Wednesday will help bring people to it."
"They will probably all want you to autograph your
latest book. I hear that the bookstore on campus has
sold a thousand copies since you showed up."
"How did you hear this?"
"I have a friend who works there. She keeps me
notified when they get one of your old books in. I've
had them order two in hardback already."
	Shawn was surprised that the school bookstore had
sold so many of his works. Most of his audience was a
"gay" audience, but he had gone into mainstream with
his last two books. The characters in them were not
all gay and lesbian, but some of the main characters
were.
	The two sat down on the couch and they started eating
the Pizza that Shawn had ordered about a half hour
before Mack arrived. The delivery boy had shown up
right as Mack had knocked on the door. He looked at
the guy who was probably seventeen, and smiled at him.
"He's going to break a few hearts in college" he
thought.
"You didn't have to go to the trouble of getting pizza
just because I was coming over." Mack told Shawn.
"It's not just because you're here. I enjoy pizza at
least twice a week. My father was really into it when
he was younger."
"I thought you didn't know your father?"
"My mom told me stories about him. He was quite the
Stallion from what she told me."
"Heh, sounds like my roommate. He has a new girl every
week. I'm just glad that I'm gone so much that I don't
have to deal with seeing what goes on, on the other
side of my dorm room."
	Shawn took a drink from the bottle water he had on
the coffee table. "You don't have to put up with
seeing your roommate engage in sexual activity in
front of your very own eyes. You can get assigned to a
new room you know."
"It's okay, I'm not there most nights till late
anyway."
"How do you deal with early morning classes?"
"They don't start till at least 11AM for me this
term."
	Mack had scheduled early because of a computer error
that put him towards the front of the scheduling list.
He made sure that he could spend half of his evenings
at Chris's. Late into the night, they were still
enjoying each other in Chris's bedroom.
"I've been over at Chris's place so much that the
owner of the place thinks I live there."
"Does he know about you two?"
"He does, but he believes in the idea of live and let
live."
"I wish that others out there in this country of ours
felt that way."
	Shawn had gone on a couple of book tours since he
turned 18. He had put out three books before that
time, but because of high school he couldn't go on
tour during the nine months of school.
	While out seeing the country, he found that sometimes
people were not very friendly to gay people. There had
been demonstrations in some of the towns he'd been to.
In one town, a teen boy had been beaten to death by
someone who felt that all "fags" had to die. This was
what conservative radicals in the west were like. They
were almost as bad as some Baptists.
	Why was it that people had to act like if you were
not exactly like them, you did not deserve the same
right to life they had? Sometimes this country could
be very messed up.
"Your latest book was a big departure from the
previous ones." Mack told him. "It took a long time to
understand everything that you wrote."
"Non fiction is a lot tougher to understand sometimes.
I felt that it was important to make people realize
that hate crimes against homosexuals go unnoticed all
of the time. It isn't just one lone young man that
should cause an uproar in this country. Any time a
person gets harassed or killed because of who they
are, it is wrong. I just hope that the book wakes some
people up."
	Shawn had spent six months going around the country
interviewing people who had been the victims of gay or
lesbian bashing. He talked with loved ones and family
members of people who had been murdered just because
of their private lives.
	It had taken two revisions of the book because some
of the information was more shocking than most could
deal with. There was still plenty in the book to shock
people, and let them know just what kind of horrors
went on in the daily lives of those being gay bashed.
	The book went to number one on the NY Times best
sellers list in just a week. It had been there for the
last six months. This one book was the reason that
Salisbury had asked Shawn to be a guest speaker for a
workshop this term. One of the people in the
administration knew a relative of Shawn's and
contacted him through that person.
"When I got the call with the opportunity to lecture
at Salisbury for one semester, I jumped at the chance.
I have always wanted to visit this part of PA, and now
I will get paid to do it."
"What is it like to be a famous writer? I can't
imagine the men that come onto you all over the
world."
"Actually, I've never been outside of this country. I
have had offers to visit places all around the world,
but after September 11, 2001 I decided that I was
going to stay in the country for the time being.
That's not to say I haven't had email and letters from
fans around the globe. I just wish I could find
someone who wanted me for who I am inside, and not my
being a writer."
	Mack had to admit to himself that the first reason
why he had liked Shawn was not for his writing, but
for his looks. He thought they would have gotten along
great if they had known each other in high school,
since they appeared to have similar features.
	Shawn was the third blond to now be in Unite. He was
more the swimmer type, but he had the same smooth slim
body that many gay men liked. He had blue eyes like
the crystal blue sea, that drove Mack wild the first
time he'd seen them in a picture.
Mack never realized that he'd meet him one day, or be
sitting in the home of the guy he had carrying a crush
for since the 10th grade.
	Over at Larry and Karl's apartment, they were working
on a piece of music that Karl was going to be singing
in a talent show in February. It was going to be the
chance for him to compete for a scholarship.
"I have to get this just right. There are going to be
people much better than I who will be in the
competition." Karl told Larry.
"There is no one better than you at singing, or any
other thing you put your mind to."
	Karl stopped his singing for a second to give Larry a
kiss on the lips. He knew just how to kiss his love to
get him all hot and bothered in less than 3 seconds
after an embrace.
	Larry pushed away from him slightly. "Now we can't
get all caught up in ourselves right now. You have a
competition to get ready for, remember?"
"That's not for a month. What do you say we go
upstairs and have a little fun? We aren't meeting with
Mack and Shawn till tomorrow to see what they have
come up with."
	Upstairs in their bedroom, Larry put Karl up against
a wall. He tore into his partners shirt and had it off
of him in less than 2 seconds. This was a man on a
mission. He knew what he wanted and he wanted it now!
"Slowly now my love, we have all day and night."
	They could make love for hours, unless someone called
to interrupt them. With Karl being as popular with the
straight girls in his classes, they sometimes called
him to ask if he could tutor them in whatever they
were studying. Karl would help them out if he could,
but he made it clear that he was not interested in
anything but a platonic friendship. He was "involved"
with one person, and only one person.
	Larry picked Karl up and carried him to their bed. He
placed him down on the satin sheets and started to
kiss his chest. "You look like the weight set has done
you good these past few months."
"I've been working out when I can."
"We'll have to see if it has improved your stamina."
	As Larry went for Karl's midsection, he could tell he
had the effect on his love that he was going for. He
hadn't lost his touch.
"What can I say, I know what I like, and I like you."
Karl said.
	Then they stopped talking.

	The office that Shawn had set up for himself was
something that Mack had never seen before. The
computer was a desktop, but not one that any college
student would have. He was given permission to look at
everything it had on it, and he jumped at this
opportunity.
	Shawn had all of his work on zip disks and back-up
CD's, so Mack wouldn't mess anything up no matter what
keys he pressed. He saw that Shawn had the latest in
voice recognition technology, which made it easier
when writing a book. All he had to do was speak into
the microphone and the words would come onto the
screen. With the voice program Shawn had installed, it
had a 99.9% chance of putting the right words up on
the screen as he spoke.
"I find it easier to write when I can speak the words.
You would be surprised how much you can write when you
are speaking."
"If you have ever heard me talk in class, you would
know someone who likes to talk. I'm just a little bit
opinionated sometimes." Mack told him.
"I like that in a person. The one thing I can't stand
is when someone doesn't stand up for their
convictions."
	Shawn told Mack to give him what information he
thought should be included. His ears heard what the
young man told him, and then his voice spoke it onto
the page.
	This went on for about five minutes. After the two of
them had the page filled with text, Shawn went about
formatting it. He explained it all to Mack as he
transformed the page into something more interesting
to look at.
"You have a great couple of articles here, but we want
them to read what you have given me. How we get this
done is to make it look good, and not just read good."
"But how are you going to do that?" Mack asked.
"The first thing we are going to do is to format this
page. I'm thinking comic sands for the font. We want
it to be easy to be read, but not the boring same old
font most people use."
"If you say so."
"The next thing is, to convert this into a newsletter
format. I'm thinking something simple, like The Unite
News. I can put a simple but colorful letterhead on
it. This will get the attention of everyone who reads
it."
	Shawn used an old letterhead style he had created,
but used different words with it. He added rainbow
colors to the words, which Mack found funny.
"I know it's a cliché," Shawn told him, "but most will
understand what the rainbow colors mean even if they
don't instantly get what Unite is all about."
"I hope this does some good. I don't think Unite is
well accepted on campus."
"It isn't about acceptance of the group, it's about
people realizing that we are all the same. Everyone
has the same basic wants and needs in this life. We
want love and friendship. Hard work isn't just a
straight thing. Not being beaten to death because of
who you love, shouldn't be something we have to fight
for."
	Shawn had seen many cases of what hatred of gay and
lesbian people can cause. When some preachers took
things too far and said all gay people deserve to be
sent to hell, he knew what that could bring about.
When someone respected makes it okay to hate others,
people get hurt.
	There were some things that Shawn had seen on his
journey around the country, that he would never be
able to tell his new friends. Even in his classes he
didn't tell all of his student what he had seen.
"Well Mack, what do you think of it so far?" Shawn
asked as he gave the finishing touches to the News
Letter.
"It looks great. I think we need the email for Unite
listed at the top though. If people have questions,
they will be able to write and ask for more
information."
"Good point." Shawn said.
He touched Mack's hand in a gesture that expressed he
was grateful for the idea. Mack drew his arm back
slowly, but had felt a rush of excitement even though
his skin had barely been touched. Here was the one
author he had obsessed about privately, over the past
two years.
There were many nights he dreamed about what it would
be like to have Shawn's body on top on his. The hips
of his dream man working like a steam engine, drawing
him more and more inside until Mack was all hot and
sweaty with lust and excitement.  Their lovemaking
would be that dreams were made of.
While Shawn got the printer started up and the pages
printing, there was a moment where neither of them
said anything to each other. Mack used this time to
drink in the sight that was before him.
Shawn had the ability to make himself desirable to
women and men on campus. He looked like the kind of
guy that the prim and proper women would look up to as
a knight in shining armor. The sluts in the sororities
would all be talking about how they wish they could
have a gang bang with Shawn as the only male there. He
looked like he was hung enough to satisfy all of their
sexual appetites. Mack wished he could find out just
how hung he was.
The closet cases on campus, all the preppy, jock, and
band boys, scampered to get added into Shawn's class
when news of his arrival to Salisbury spread around
the University. Shawn had one of the biggest classes
in the school by the time the end of the first week
had arrived.
"How has the first week gone?" Mack asked Shawn.
"Well I had to move to the auditorium in the science
building, but it is going okay. There was a techie who
hooked up a sound system so I could reach everyone in
the class. It is strange teaching to so many people.
"Wish I could have been in your class, but they are
limiting it to upperclassmen."
"Trust me, you probably wouldn't learn anything in the
class. I have found you to be able to express yourself
quite well on paper, and expression is over half the
battle. You have way with words that I can see from
what you helped me to put in this news letter today."
"High praise coming from you."
	Shawn started to blush. He hadn't been flirted with
like this in awhile. "You know what to say to a guy
don't you. Your boyfriend is really lucky to have
you."
"How come you don't have someone?" Mack asked. "Any
guy would be lucky to have you."
"I'm not looking for just any type of guy. He has to
be special. I want someone who would like me for who I
am on the inside, and not for my money or popularity
as a writer."
"Let me see if I remember: likes digital photography,
long walks along the beach, and a true romantic at
heart." Mack said. "You told that to Rosie in your
interview last year you did when the last book came
out."
"You remember way back then?"
"I remember every piece of information that I read
about you. I don't want to make you think I'm strange,
but I have liked you for a long time. Ever since I
read your first book I wanted to know more about you
Shawn. You are more than just a great writer and a hot
looking guy you know. There is something special about
you."
	Shawn picked up the second batch of papers from the
paper tray. Each time the tray had about 50 copies in
it, Shawn had to empty it or the thing would overflow.
"Really Mack, I'm just a regular guy. You are the one
who is special. Being the son of a Baptist minister
has to be difficult when you are gay."
"You have no idea. I have to be all charming to the
ladies when I'm at church. My father thinks he's going
to find me the perfect wife one day. What I'd like to
get is the perfect husband."
"Well I'm far from perfect."
"You look pretty damn good to me." Mack told him. He
leaned over and gave Shawn a kiss on the cheek. "I'm
sorry, I just had to do that. I've been wanting to
kiss you for a long time."
"It's okay Mack. We are both adults. It isn't like I'm
going to go and run to Chris and tell him."
"I don't even want to think about Chris. The sex is
great, but we have become distant this past week. I
get the feeling he has a thing for you too."
"Chris isn't my kind of man."
"Just what is your kind of man?"
	In response to that question, Shawn got off the chair
he was sitting in. He put his arms around Mack and
slowly lifted his shirt off. When he kissed the young
blonds smooth chest, he knew that this was the start
of something that none of them knew how it would turn
out.
"What about Chris?" Shawn asked Mack.
"I won't tell if you won't."