Date: Fri, 05 Mar 2004 17:09:55 +0000
From: David Lee <dlee169@hotmail.com>
Subject: Always and Forever Ch.10

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This story is completely fictional.  Most of the places mentioned, and none
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Always and Forever is a romantic story centering around the lives of high
school kids.  Lovers of other ages are also involved, but not in a
cross-generational sense.

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references to religion and God offend you, you should probably read
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Always and Forever
By David Lee


Chapter 10
Love in Many Forms

Don's weekend with Travis was indescribable.  From Friday night until late
Sunday afternoon, neither man had a stitch of clothing on.  Since Don had a
tall privacy fence around his patio, they sunned and grilled and ate and
made love under God's blue sky.  Saturday night they even slept under the
stars.

When Travis had come to Don's door on Friday night hot and sweaty from a
hard day's work, he was met by his lover who was wearing only a smile.  Don
had pulled him into the foyer and rapidly stripped him of his clothes
stopping only long enough to inhale the scent of his crotch.  Then, Don had
led him into the double shower in the master bath and shampooed and soaped
his handsome construction worker.  While Travis was rinsing off, Don knelt
down in front of him and brought him to a rapid and forceful climax.  Weak
in the knees, Travis had to grab Don's shoulders to keep from falling.

Next, Don led him to the enclosed patio where he proceeded to lay out a nice
summer dinner consisting of a variety of salads and cold chicken.  There was
a good white wine to make it special.

After dinner had settled, Travis professed that he had an internal itch that
needed scratching.  He was sure that Don had just the tool to do it.
Surprise, surprise, Don had a little kit with lube and contraceptives ready
just in case the need should arise.  And arise, it did!

That night they happily slept in Don's queen sized bed with nothing but a
sheet to cover their nakedness.  Each dreamed of the other.  Both were glad
they had let go of the past and were determined to enjoy each other for the
rest of their lives and beyond, if possible.

Saturday was a lot like Friday night only extended.  Travis got a chance to
scratch Don's itch while wearing his construction boots.  This was Don's
idea and was a turn-on for both men.  Saturday night they fell asleep on a
big air mattress and sleeping bag on the patio.  They were in the 69
position nursing each others soft cocks when the sand man came.
(Unfortunately, they didn't!)

Sunday was not as lust filled.  It was more cuddle and snuggle time.  But
both men did get off again in the classic position they had fallen asleep in
the night before.

When Tom drove back in Don's sedan, he found both men dressed in nothing but
shorts and big grins.  He concluded that they had indeed fucked each other
silly.  He must insist that they have more weekends like this one.

_____________________________


Tom had enjoyed his weekend also.  He had ogled the pretty girls at the pool
and more than once had needed to turn on his stomach so as not to embarrass
himself.  He had also discovered Travis's no-so-well-hidden stash of porn
videos.  He had watched one each day.  There was a good one of a three-way
with two guys and a girl.  Another with solo action featured some great
looking young studs.  The third had been hardcore action between male
couples.  Tom was fascinated by it.  He could imagine what Don and Travis
were doing.  Although Tom got himself off on all three, he really liked the
one with the girl in it the best.  He had to admit that he might even be
able to do it with the right guy, but girls were definitely his thing.

Then he thought of Amy.  What would she think of him?  He felt kind of
cheap, but definitely relieved.

_____________________________


According to her wishes, Judith Jenkins was cremated and her memorial
service was held the following Tuesday.  She had planned it out to the last
detail.  Tony and Brad had taken off work to be with their loves.  Travis
felt he needed to be there and Don and Tom came with him.  There was a
fairly large crowd in the big downtown church.  Judith was well known and
respected in the community.

After the service, mourners greeted family members at the luncheon.  It was
done to style.  Judith would have approved.

On the way home, Brad and Alan cuddled together in the back seat.  Tony and
Susan held hands in the front.  It had been a sad, but peaceful day.  Judith
would have, and did approve.

_________________________________


Alan and Brad ran a lot at the school track that summer.  Sometimes they got
Tom to run with them and sometimes the got Travis and Don to go too.  The
boys were all showing improvement by shaving seconds off their running times
and all were feeling good about their accomplishments.

Brad also had some summer football practices to attend, especially in
August.  Alan hated to be parted from him.  Since Tom was out for football
as well, Alan had to run alone.  But then, Alan had band camp and marching
practice.  Luckily, some of that took place while the football squad had
scrimmages.

On a Friday after work in early August Brad and Alan went camping at Stony
Cliff in Brad's secret place.  This time the boys did not invite Tom.  They
had included him once earlier, but not to this place.  This was there
special spot.  Brad had planned it carefully.  He had all the equipment and
food ready.  He had borrowed his dad's SUV for the trip.  He even had a
surprise for Alan.

Upon arriving at the parking area, the boys paid for their permit and loaded
the packs on their backs for the trek into the remote area.  It took them a
little more time than it had when Brad's father was with them because they
were more heavily laden.  But this time the load was a physical, rather than
a psychological, one.

They had packed in drinking water, but not a tent.  They would use water
from the spring near by for washing up and the cave for their shelter.
After gathering firewood, they shed most of their clothes and cooked their
dinner.  It was simple, but tasted like a feast out in the fresh air.  When
the fire was down to coals, they roasted marsh mallows and made s'mores.

Later, the moon came out, nearly full and bright.  Now they shed the rest of
their clothes and caressed each other gently in the soft glow.  Brad reached
into his pack and pulled out two rings.

"Alan, I want to pledge myself to you forever.  Will you have me, and will
you pledge yourself to me?"

"Yes!  I will be yours and only yours."

Now Alan knew why Brad had gotten him to try on rings one day at the mall.

The rings were of a simple, but beautiful design in 18 karat gold.  Inside
Alan's was engraved: BJ and AJ Forever.  Inside Brad's was: AJ and BJ
Always.  Having pledged themselves to each other, they slipped the rings on
each other's right hand.  Then they proceeded to show their love in the
slow, intense actions that had become their trademark.  As each filled his
lover's mouth with his seed, their union was sealed once more.

When it was time to leave on Sunday afternoon, Brad pulled two gold chains
out of his backpack.

"I think we should wear our rings on around our necks until we have a
commitment ceremony.  It might call less attention at school.  But if people
guess our relationship, so be it!"

___________________________


Courtney Forbes was feeling better, much better.  She concluded that time
may not heal all wounds, but it does dull the senses enough to make life
livable.   Planning for college and getting her things in order helped as
much as the sessions with Lois.  She would be in a new situation with new
people and would have a new start.  She would have to come back to testify
in the trial in November, but by then, she would be a college woman.

Her younger brother, Cory, came bouncing into her room as she was folding
her new underwear.

"Whatcha doing, Creep?"  Cory always did have a way with words.

"Folding the underwear Mom got for a surprise for you," she shot back.

"Very funny."

"Hey, Butch, what're you going to do without me next year?"

"Have a good time and not worry about getting ratted on," was Cory's reply.

Courtney looked affectionately at her 16 year old brother.  He was cute and
destined to break a few hearts, she thought.  She reminisced about how she
had cried and asked her parents to take him back when they brought him home
from the hospital.  She did not, in fact, actually remember it; but had
heard the story so many times the she felt she did.  Now, despite their pet
names for each other, they were closer than most sibling two years apart.
She would miss him!  Was she getting nostalgic?  No, not Courtney.  She
could be snippy and she could be bitchy, but never nostalgic.  Must be those
damned antidepressants.

"Who's gonna ration out your sleeping pills when you leave?"

"No one.  I don't think I'll need them.  I haven't asked you for any in at
least three days.  Besides, I couldn't kill myself.  Then I couldn't bug
you.  What would you do without me?"

"First, I'd take your room and all your stuff."

"Then you COULD have these new panties," Courtney bantered as she threw a
pair in her brother's face.

__________________________


"Professor Gallagher, I really need help to prepare for the vocal contest
next month.  Would you be willing to do some private tutoring this summer?
I know my father would make it worth your while."  (Teachers always needed
money, didn't they?)

Mercedes Montgomery was pretty, wealthy, spoiled, and used to getting what
she wanted.  What she wanted at the moment was Dennis Gallagher.  She had
batted her eyes and flirted, dropping all the hints she knew in an attempt
to get this handsome man into her bed.  He seemed immune to all of her
arsenal.   If she could get him alone, after hours at his place or hers, she
was sure she could score.  He would be a nice addition to her collection.
Once she had him, she could pressure him to help her through school like she
had the others.  Talent was fine, but sex got you further.  Why else would
there be an expression like: "casting couch?"

Dennis Gallagher listened politely and then gave her the name of a young
female colleague who could use the extra money.  He said that his schedule
was far too full to take on anything else.  This was true.  However, the
major reason he wanted nothing to do with her was that he thought she was a
little vixen with a voice like a coyote.   The mental image of her baying at
the moon tickled him to the point that he had to feign a cough to cover the
snicker.  Dennis didn't suffer fools gladly.

Mercedes had never suffered so much as a zit.  Her doting father came to her
rescue at every turn in her life.  She had once been slighted by a boutique
owner and Daddy had instigated a boycott that forced the shopkeeper to move
to another city.  Daddy played hardball.

Now, what could Ms. Montgomery do to get even with this insensitive boor?

________________________________


Liz enjoyed the 80 mile drive with Mary Fischer.  It seemed to take no time
at all as the two happily chattered away about church affairs and town
gossip.  Of course, Liz never was known to diddle around behind the wheel.

The physical rehab facility was bright and pleasant.  It was the kind of
place that seemed to exude cheerfulness from every crack.  Well, all except
for nurse Schwartz.   She was Hitler reincarnated and she took no prisoners.
  However, she had underestimated the team of Fischer and Thornton.  Liz was
a strong young woman in her own right and could have handled Emma Schwartz.
But, coupled with an old lady who feared neither man nor beast, the effect
was even stronger.  Schwartz began by telling them that they could not visit
without an appointment and went on to say that Derek would be in therapy at
the moment and could not be disturbed.  The two women had checked prior to
coming and knew that this was just a roadblock thrown up by the disgruntled
old bureaucrat.  So, Mary sweetly announced that she was family and that Liz
was her nephew's spiritual advisor and the two women simply proceeded to the
room despite Emma's threats and protests.

Derek was thrilled to have visitors, especially a young, pretty one.  How he
wished he could stand to greet her.  His therapist still held out some hope
that he would regain use of his legs, but the longer Derek waited for some
sign of progress, the more his hope faded.

"We have come to spring you from this prison and take you for a ride and a
decent meal.  I've cleared it with the head nurse, so the old dictator out
there can like it or shove it, chirped Aunt Mary with glee.

"Aunt Mary!  Where did you learn to talk like that?"

"Oh, you know your late uncle was in the navy.  I have a few more things I
can tell that woman if she crosses me.  They are treating you okay, aren't
they, son?"

"Yes.  Emma is actually pretty kind to us inmates.  She is protective like a
German Shepherd."

"Well, being a bitch, she should be!"

"Aunt Mary!"

Derek enjoyed the outing immensely.  Though being pushed in a wheel chair
hurt his manly pride, the food was great and the company was awesome.  How
he wished he had met Liz under different circumstances.  Maybe she wouldn't
think of him as a charity case.  Not that she had implied that, but what
else could she think?

Liz was thinking what a nice man he was.  She wished he would ask her out.
Maybe she would ask him out.  Or would that make him feel less a man.  Men!
They all suffered from testosterone poisoning!

_____________________________


With summer vacation approaching an end and sports and band gearing up, Brad
and Alan had less time to work and less time together.  The city parks
department was flexible since student workers were hired at a lower rate
than regulars and since most were good workers.

Alan and Brad still found time to run and to play.  They found that their
desire to be together increased as the opportunities decreased.  Yet, the
time they spent together was not just for quickies, though there were a few
of those.  Often, they enjoyed just being near each other, breathing the
same air, seeing the same sights, and hearing the same sounds.

Some great sounds came from Alan's new silver trumpet which was a thing of
beauty and a source of joy.  His generous inheritance had paid for it.  Now
he could make beautiful music.  He always thought of Judith when he did.  He
had squeezed in a few private lessons with a music major home from the
university; and next week he was going to challenge for first chair.  No one
knew except the band director who had encouraged him.  Alan wanted this to
be a surprise for his mom and their boyfriends.

On the field, Brad was practicing with the rest of the football squad.  He
was pleased to see that his summer running had made him faster on his feet.
He was also gratified to find that his onetime foe, Tom Katz, was becoming
his major protector.  Tom was big and had now channeled his aggression into
guarding.  Tom was a formidable force.  Brad was glad that Tom was on his
side!

_______________________________


The weekend before the start of school, Pastor Liz had organized a group of
young people from her church and some other Protestant churches in her area.
  They were going to an Episcopal convent located several hours drive away
from their town.  They would meet with a group from Fr. Jerry's parish.  (It
was a place about half way between their towns.  The event would bring
together teens from several different Christian traditions so that they
could discover that they weren't as different as they might have been led to
believe.

There would be some spiritual classes and group discussions, but much of the
retreat would be spent in silent contemplation.  When not participating in
classes, the kids were to keep silence from Friday night after dinner
through the celebration of communion on Sunday morning.  Each person would
have a room alone to avoid being distracted.  The Sisters would provide the
meals.

The big rental van held, among others, Amy, Alan, Brad, Dave, Jeri, and Tom.
  Tom had not been excited about going to a religious retreat.  But two
things had changed his mind.  He wanted to give Don and Travis time to
adjust to living together without his being there and he knew that Amy would
be going.  He would do just about anything for Amy.

The ride was fun.  Couples sat together and chattered.  There was a stop at
McDonald's for lunch and the teens stretched their legs and ate at the patio
tables.

Brad and Alan sat together, occasionally touching briefly when no one was
looking.  The other couples were pretty good about not doing any making out.
  However, there was some hand-holding going on.  The boys envied their
straight friends who could be open about their affection for each other.

The retreat kicked off with some brief opening remarks by Fr. Jerry,
followed by a mixer.  The teens had either the name of a state, or the state
capitol on a paper pinned to their backs.  No one could tell them what it
was, but they could ask other questions until they determined their match.
Once you had found your partner, you had to tell that person something
interesting about yourself.  It got everyone participating and caused them
to meet a number of people they did not know.

After dinner, the time of silence began.  At first it was frustrating for
many - especially a couple of the girls.  But the small library was filled
with books that could interest teens and soon most kids had made a selection
and retreated to their clean, Spartan quarters to read and reflect.

Tom had chosen "The Loin, the Witch, and the Wardrobe," by C. S. Lewis.  He
reasoned that it was fantasy and easy reading.  It looked like it wouldn't
get into too much religion.  Once he started, he found he couldn't put it
down.  He read into the night until he had finished.  He sensed that it had
a deeper meaning than just a story about some kids stumbling into a parallel
universe.  The next morning, he returned to get another Lewis book: "The
Great Divorce."

Saturday's sessions were great.  The topics for discussion included many of
the things teen worry about most - popularity, honesty, music, and even sex.
  After the kids were asked to pledge confidentiality about what was said,
several kids opened up about what was troubling them.  Some admitted to
questioning their sexuality.  Alan and Brad did not.  They knew theirs and,
despite the pledges, they were afraid of what information might find its way
beyond those walls.

Alan and Brad had prearranged to meet in the chapel on Saturday afternoon.
They did not go there to talk or make out, but they found a pew toward the
back where there was less light and they held hands while they bowed their
heads in prayer.  They didn't hear Tom come in.

If Tom saw them, he did not react.  Instead, he knelt in a pew near the
front of the chapel.  He picked up the Bible from the rack.  There was a
marker in the middle and it opened up to Psalm 27.  His eyes fell on verse
10: "If my father and mother forsake me, the Lord will take me up."  As the
afternoon light streamed through the stained glass windows, Tom looked up
toward the life sized crucifix.  He had identified with the lost ones in
"The Great Divorce."  Now he prayed as best he knew how asking God to
forgive him and make him new.  In that small, silent chapel, Tom met God.