Date: Thu, 6 Jan 2005 13:04:41 -0600
From: Mark Reid <mreid14@cox.net>
Subject: Summer School, Chapter 7

This is a story of gay men performing consensual sex acts with other gay
men. If you are underage or if these stories violate the law where you
live, then please don't read. Also, if such acts disgust or outrage you,
then again, please don't read. Note that in these stories, unsafe sex does
occur, but only where all parties involved are HIV negative, and know this
because of regular testing (or they're virgins). Every sexually active
person, gay or straight, should be tested regularly for HIV. Knowing your's
and your partner's status can save your life

My thanks to C.J. and Glynn for their careful editing

Note: The discussion referenced in this chapter appeared in "Lessons
Learned" included in "The Adventures of Pete Cordell". While hopefully not
necessary, it might be helpful to read the story of Pete's and John's
camping trip with John's brother-in-law.

Part 7
     I woke up to the phone ringing. Looking at the clock, I realized that
it was 9:00. I sat up and answered the phone. "Hello?" I said sleepily.
     "Good morning, sleepyhead!" my best friend John replied. "What have
you done to make you sleep in this morning, you early bird you?"
     Looking over, I saw that my lovely boy was still deeply
asleep. "John," I said. "I really need to pee. I'll call you back in about
5 minutes."
     "Okay," he said. "Talk to you in a few," and hung up. I proceeded to
the bathroom, where I had a massive piss, and then moved to the living room
and dialed him from the phone there. He answered on the first ring. "So,
what's up, stud?" he asked.
     "Oh, not much," I replied. "I just fell in love yesterday." I could
feel myself stupidly grinning as I told him.
     "You did what?" he yelled.
     "I fell in love. His name's Mark, he's 22 and he was a student of mine
this summer."
     "I thought you never sleep with your students," he accused.
     "I didn't sleep with him until after the semester was over," I said,
and filled him in on the details of our first encounter.
     "Damn, that sounds hot," he said. "But how did you get from there to
falling in love?"
     I proceeded to fill him in on the details of last night.
     "It seems awfully fast," he said.
     "Do you remember when you met Kathy?" I asked.
     "Yeah," he replied. "It hit me like a ton of bricks." He continued,
"I'm really happy for you, buddy," he said. "Remember that I told you last
summer that I wished that you would find somebody to spend the rest of your
life with." I could hear a hint of sadness in his voice.
     "What's wrong," I asked.
     "Nothing's wrong," he replied.
     "C'mon, John, talk to me," I said.
     "It's just that I never really thought that the day would come when I
wouldn't feel you in my arms, your kisses on my lips, or your dick in my
ass. I'm happy for you, I really am. I'm just a little sad for me."
     "John, my love," I said, "You don't have to contemplate that. Mark and
I discussed it last night, and neither of us feels able to commit to
monogamy. As long as you're willing to share me with him, we can still be
together from time to time as we always have."
     "Are you serious?" he said incredulously. "After one night you're
already planning your future together. You must be in love!"
     "We are. We've already talked about you. He knows how I feel about
you. He also has some people that he loves, most especially his coach."
     "His coach?" John said. "He's a jock?"
     "Yep," I grinned. "Baseball player. First baseman. He's been drafted
into the minor leagues. He leaves for training camp in November."
     "My god," he said. "What are you going to do then?"
     "I don't know," I said. "We haven't gotten that far yet. John, I can't
wait for you and Kathy to meet him. He's really together for a 22 year
old."
     "I can't wait," he said. "Speaking of meeting him, there's something
that Kathy and I wanted to talk to you about."
     "Shoot," I said.
     "Well," he said, "Remember last summer on the camping trip when I told
you that Kathy and I had been trying to have a baby and couldn't seem to
make it happen? Well, after that, we took your advice and went to see a
fertility specialist. It turns out that I'm the reason that we can't have
kids. I had mumps as a teenager and apparently it made me sterile. The
doctor told me that it happens sometimes."
     My heart went out to my old friend. "Oh, John," I said. "I'm so
sorry. I know how much you and Kathy wanted children."
     "Yeah, we did, and do," he said. "We've spent the better part of the
last year exploring our options. We decided against adoption: I want a
child of Kathy's, not someone else. We've talked about it," and he
hesitated before continuing, "and we decided that we'd like for you to be
the father of our child."
     I just sat there, speechless. After a few seconds, John said, "Pete,
are you still there?"
     "Yeah," I said. "I don't know just what to say."
     "You don't have to say anything right now," he said. "We've thought
long and hard about this. Kathy loves you almost as much as I do. There's
no one that we'd rather have contribute half of the genes to our son.
     "It could be a daughter, you know," I said, still in shock.
     "That'd be great, too," he said. "If so, she'll be spoiled rotten,
between Kathy, I and her godfather. That would be you, of course."
     "John, I don't know what to say."
     "Don't say anything. Just think about it. There's no hurry. Kathy's
biological clock hasn't run out yet. Take your time. Talk it over with your
new boyfriend. If he is going to be a permanent part of your life, he needs
to be part of the decision."
     "You're right," I said. "Give me some time to think about it. I'll
call you soon."
     "That's fine. I love you, Pete."
     "And I love you. Goodbye." I hung up and went into the kitchen and put
on the coffee. After fixing myself a cup, I just sat there, lost in
thought. They actually want me to father their child? I had never
considered having a child before, given my orientation. It's not that I
couldn't perform with women, I had on several occasions: it's just that I
knew that I preferred men. I have to admit, I was flattered, but is it a
good idea?
     Just then, Mark walked into the kitchen, naked as a jaybird, with his
curly blond hair tousled with sleep. He fixed a cup of coffee and walked
over and kissed the top of my head. "Good morning, lover," he said. "You
look like you're a million miles away. What's up?"
     I told him about my conversation with John.
     "That's incredible," he said. "What are you going to do?"
     "I honestly don't know," I replied.
     He sat down in the chair next to me. "Well, let me put on my business
hat: What are the costs and the benefits?"
     "Hmm. Benefits: It would make John and Kathy, two of the people that I
love most in this world, happy. There would also be a piece of me carrying
on into the next generation. I have never thought about that before."
     "Those are good reasons. And the costs?"
     "The child would never be a part of my life. I'll never get to see him
or her grow up."
     "And why not?"
     "Well, they would be their son or daughter."
     "Well, they're your best friends. Why couldn't you be "Uncle Pete",
the one who spoils the kid rotten on a regular basis?"
     "There is that, of course. John has already said that I would be the
godfather."
     "So there you have it. Anything else?"
     "God, you are so analytical."
     "That's the finance side of me coming out. So?"
     "Well, what if it's a boy and he turns out to be gay? They're still
not sure whether there is a genetic component to homosexuality. Would they
blame me?"
     "That's something you'll have to ask them. If they're any kind of
parents, they'll want him to be happy and successful, and find someone to
love. At least, that's what my mom said, once she got used to the idea of
me being a cock-sucker."
     "I hope you didn't put it to her that way," I said.
     "No, I was very gentle with her," he said. "Are there any other
costs?"
     "None that I can think of," I said.
     "Well, then, it seems that the benefits outweigh the costs. I'd take
them up on it, but that's just me. This is a decision that you have to make
on your own."
     I grinned. "If I'm Uncle Pete, will you be Aunt Mark?"
     He grabbed me and started tickling me. "I'll get you for that," he
cried. "Aunt Mark indeed! Who was fucking who last night?"
     "Whom," I corrected. He stopped tickling and laid a deep kiss on my
lips. "Pete, if I can be with you, I'll be anybody you want me to be."
     I stared deep into his eyes. "God, I love you," I said. "I can't
believe that I feel this way after only one day, but I want to spend the
rest of my life with you." Tears started streaming down my cheeks. He
leaned over and licked them off. "And I want to spend it with you,
also. Now why don't you call John and arrange a meeting for them and us. I
have graduation next weekend, but the weekend after that, we can drive to
Atlanta. That is where they live, isn't it?"
     "Are you sure that you want to come?" I asked.
     "Hell, yes," he said. "I want to meet my competition, and I want to
meet the mother of my children."
     I grabbed him in my arms. "You're incredible. He's no
competition. Speaking of competition, I want to meet your coach."
     "I'd like that too. Why don't I call and invite him over for tomorrow
afternoon. We can lounge around the pool and you can get to know him."
     "Are you going to tell him to bring a suit?" I asked.
     "Do you want me to?" he asked in return.
     I stopped and thought about that for a few moments. Knowing what a
horn dog my lover was, I was fairly certain that if we were all naked,
something would happen. For all of my talk the night before, was I ready to
see him having sex with someone else? Someone he loved? I guess that I
needed to find this out.
     "I guess not," I said.
     "You know what might happen," he said, feeling me out.
     "I know," I said. "I need to see if I am able to share you with
someone else."
     "Are you sure?" he asked. "I don't want to do anything to screw this
up."
     "You won't screw this up," I replied. "If I get jealous, we'll deal
with it. After all, you'll be leaving in November. I'm not going to lock
you up in a chastity belt. I need to get used to the fact that we'll have
other people in our lives. That's okay, I think, as long as we come first."
     "You'll always be first with me," he said. "Now let's go get cleaned
up and make some phone calls. I need to go to my apartment and get some
things. That will be a good time for you to meet my roommate Dale."
     "Who's this Dale person?"
     "He's my roommate. He's also on the team. He's an outfielder and a
year behind me. You'll like him. People say that we look like brothers. I
think it's the hair: his is curly, just like mine, except that it's brown
not blonde."
     "Let me guess: another fuck-buddy."
     "Well, yes, we've fooled around a time or two. Hell, we fool around a
lot. He's part of the shaving squad. He and I, along with Coach and a few
others, get together weekly to keep ourselves smooth. I'm interested to see
if your deep-throating trick you taught me will work on him. He's got the
biggest dick I've ever seen."
     "Oh, Lord, just what I need: more competition."
     He looked deep into my eyes. "Dale is no competition, you moron. I
love you as I've never loved anyone else. Dale is just a friend that I have
sex with. If you want, I will never have sex with him again."
     "I would never ask that of you, you horn dog," I said. "I already told
you, I'm not going to fence you in. Just promise me that I'll be there when
you test this out."
     "Of course. I'll never have sex again without you there, cheering me
on," he said.
     "Agreed. Now, let's go make those phone calls and get this show on the
road."

End of Part 7