Date: Tue, 24 Jul 2001 14:48:18 -0700 (PDT)
From: Evan Bradley <EBradley33@excite.com>
Subject: Chapter 13 of "Ambush"

The following fictional story deals with sex among males.  If you are
offended by such material, are too young, or reside in an area where it is
not allowed, depart.  Though not observed in this story, care enough about
yourself and humankind to practice safe sex.

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                            Chapter 13
                    Troths, Pledges, and Bonds

Troy had driven Jeremy to retrieve his car from the school parking lot.
Upon returning, they carried in Jeremy's belongings, which were few.  "Is
this everything," I asked, "or is there more at your parent's house?"

"No, this is it," Jeremy answered.  Susan and I glanced at each other.
Jeremy didn't have much.  I hadn't realized how few clothes he had.  Just
jeans and a few other shirts he wore open over tee shirts.  A Walkman.
Two pairs of Nike's and some work boots.  His school books.  A couple of
small cardboard boxes of socks and underwear.  Not even a suitcase.

How remarkable:  Jeremy's countenance and personality shone so much
that one really didn't notice his clothes.  When I was able, Jeremy
and I were going shopping.  We might take Troy along too; better add
Susan for that special touch.   Otherwise, I'd have him looking like a
preppie.  We were going to enjoy helping Jeremy elevate his sartorial
presence!  If he was okay with that, that is.

After Troy and Susan took their leave, Jeremy began settling his
belongings in his room, which took no time at all.  I showed him where
the sheets and towels were and briefly introduced him to the workings of
the washer and dishwasher.  Surprising how the evening had moved on.  It
had been a meat grinder of a day for Jeremy.  I chuckled to myself.  He
was just like a little kid:  all I had to do was look in his eyes to perceive
how tired he was.  "I'm going to turn in, Jeremy.  Do you want me to
wake you in the morning?  Or that clock on the nightstand in your room
has an alarm."

"I'm used to an alarm clock.  But I'll help you before I run off to school.
I'm looking forward to springing my new address and the identity of my
new roomie on everyone.  Imagine--rooming with Evan Halsey.  Free
tutoring, easy grades, a go-between with the other faculty, advance copies
of tests."  That devilish gleam was back in his eyes.  Two men in my life
knew how to charm others with that gleam.  Who knows where I might be
if I could do that with my eyes?

"Poor Jeremy.  He's delirious," I clucked in disapproval.  "Well, a good
night's sleep and some protein will pull aside the veil.  Then he'll realize
what it really means to be in Evan Halsey's clutches.  Studying, studying,
travail, and labor--all for the drive to excellence and glory!"  Jeremy
groaned.

Jeremy's excitement disclosed fully how totally "down" he had been
feeling, especially because of his family's problems.  I didn't want him to
think other people viewed him as a zero, but I stopped myself from
uttering the thought.  Given where he was now in his development, that
point would have no meaning.  That meaning  would come later.  His
friends, likely Troy and Susan--for the three now had a special bond,
would make the point when the time was right.  Not all of it had to issue
from Evan Halsey.

"My car hasn't been driven for a few days," I observed.  "Would you like
to drive it to school tomorrow?  It would do some good to get it out of the
garage and moving again.  Appearing in a different car will certainly
announce your new prospects to others."

"Well, yeah," he said eagerly, "if you don't mind.  I'll take good care of it.
Only thing is, it's not a chick mobile."

"Jeremy Wilder needs a chick mobile to attract women?" I asked
scornfully.  Besides, the board of education won't allow me to drive a
chick mobile.  It would be too devastating to womankind."  He snorted.

As we were standing in the hall where the bedrooms were located, I
reassured Jeremy, "This is your home now.  I want you to be comfortable
here.  Anything you need, any problem I cause for you, just tell me, as I'll
tell you.  We'll have problems only if we DON'T communicate."

He walked up to me, sliding his arms around my waist.  He pulled me
gently but determinedly against his body, put one of his hands gently on
the back of my head, pushing it against his chest.  "You saved me, Evan.  I
was so-o-o-o-o-o afraid, felt so worthless.  I'll never forget it.  If you
weren't before, you're my hero now."

"Well . . . thank you, Jeremy.  You know, something to keep in mind is
that heroes still have feet of clay.  Maybe, if you think about it long
enough, you'll realize how you saved me."  He just stared at me
doubtfully.
.............
The next morning, Jeremy's alarm awakened me as well.  I lay in bed,
allowing myself to reintegrate slowly.  I finally sat up, pulled my legs over
the side of the bed, located my crutches, visited the bathroom.  As I came
out, Jeremy knocked on my door, then entered.  "I came to see what I can
do to help," he explained, his eyes riveted on my bruised chest and rib
cage.  I saw the tears forming again.  He walked over, gently embracing
me.  "I have caused you so much pain.  Hurt you so much.  I'm so, so, so
sorry."

"I know you're hurting too, Jeremy.  You needn't say you're sorry again.
I'd rather you sang the national anthem than do that."

He grinned through the tears:  "Oh say can you see, by the dawn's early
light . . . ," he warbled.

"Cut that racket out.  Let's go have some breakfast."

After breakfast, and many assurances to Jeremy that I could still bathe
myself, he took off for school in my car.  I peered at him out the little
glass circle set in the front door.  A huge smile graced his face as he
backed out of the drive-he was going to enjoy being seen driving that
car.
...........
My first post-bath duty was to call Kate Williams, the principal at school.
"Evan," she exclaimed when her secretary forwarded the call to Kate's
office.  "How are you feeling?"

"I'm soon going to start feeling a little bored.  I go back to see Dr.
Sorenson early next week.  I'll be pushing to return to school."

"Much as I'd like, I can't keep you from returning before you are ready.
When it comes to you, I know a lost cause," she laughed loudly, enjoying
her own joke.  "So you ARE healing?"

"Yes, starting to do more and more on my own all the time."

"And Halsey's Rangers are still riding posse?"

"Not as much, which is one of my reasons for calling.  You may
remember that we spoke of a police investigation, but you allowed me
some time to conduct my own investigation.  I wanted to let you know that
the issue has been resolved, quite well in fact, so we will not need to bring
the police into this.  No danger exists to anyone else or to me."

"Um-hum," she expressed doubtfully.

"I have a roommate now.  Jeremy Wilder will be staying here with me, at
least for a while.  You probably know more about his home life than I, but
he was tossed out.  He'd been living in his car for several days.  He was
feeling overwhelmed and angry at his fate, didn't know where he was
going to turn.  The afternoon of the accident, he had waited to talk to me,
but when I walked by the classroom in which he was waiting, he came out
and shoved me to get my attention.  He didn't realize that I was at the very
edge of the stairs.  When he saw me at the bottom of the stairs, he thought
he had killed me, so he ran.  He's contrite to the max, Kate.  When I
realized how desperate the poor kid was, how afraid, I told him he was
staying with me.  He just celebrated his 18th birthday, so his family and
Family Services will not be an issue."

"Evan, have you considered that you may be taking on too much in the
midst of your recovery?  And have you considered that teaching a teenager
is not the same as living with one?"

"Yes, O Delphic Sybil, I have considered those factors."  She chuckled
over the "Delphic Sybil" reference. "I know I'll be learning too.  It's just
possible that this experience will be good for me as well."

"I never cease to be surprised.  As long as I've had this job, something still
comes along that I would never have expected.  Evan Halsey, the
Iceberg . . ."

"Hey!" I protested.

". . . is severely injured but comes out of the deal a dad."

"No, just a buddy."

"We're each wrong," she said.  "You'll be both.  I know it does no good to
argue with Evan Halsey once he's made up his mind.  If you need help,
advice, someone to talk to--on any count, Evan, contact me."

"Okay.  I'll also let you know when I can return to teaching."

We said our goodbyes.
..............
When I had asked to speak to Kate Williams, I also requested that her
secretary leave a message in Tim's mailbox to give me a call when he had
a break.

I had just finished lunch when the phone rang.

"Hello."

"You bastard!"

"What's wrong, Tim?"

"You know what you did to me?

"No."

"Remember that curse you put on me when I was leaving your home to go
to my meeting:  'You're going to bone up.  You won't be able to get rid of
your hard-on?'" he said in a sing-song voice.  "Because of that curse you
put on me, I had a hard-on all through that meeting.  I was so big I had to
ask a woman for some paper and then I had to take worthless notes so that
I could have something to cover up with when I left the meeting."

I was cackling with glee at this point.

"As I was rushing to get out of the room, Carol Dunning kept trying to
chat me up when all I wanted to do was get to the car and adjust my cock
in my briefs."

I roared.  "Now I KNOW Carol spotted your boner and was just wanting
to help you out with it."

"Screw you," he threw back.

"You have to have a worthy cock and balls to be able to handle that feat,"
I retorted imperiously.  He laughed evilly.  "The curse made certain that
you wouldn't forget me, Tim."

"How DID you do put that spell on me?"

"I didn't do anything--you did."

"Come again."

"What you just told me is that you have connected so much with me that
all I have to do, knowing your rampaging libido, is plant a suggestion and
you follow it.  Course, it probably works only with sexual matters."

"Eat me!"

"I've been doing that in my imagination ever since I found out you were
on the other end of the line."

"If you continue to talk to me that way, I'm going to go back to class with
a hard-on.  If I had my hands on you now, I don't know what I'd do first,
you've got me so stirred up.  But you'd be fucked good by the time I was
done."

"Promises, promises . . . ."  I taunted.  "I had a special reason for calling.  I
have a roommate now.  I wanted you to hear it from me before someone
told you at school."

There was a long silence.  "Got tired of me that quickly, huh?"

"You know better.  The next time I see you, I'll demonstrate how much
you bore me.  Get it--"bore me?"

"If you can pun so badly, you must be feeling better.  So who is it?"

"Jeremy Wilder."

More silence.  "I'm guessing then that Jeremy pushed you down the
stairs."

"Yeah.  But it was an accident.  I'll tell you all about it when we we're
together next."

"I'll bet Troy and Susan brought all this about."

"Correct.  Great people, aren't they?"

"Yeah, they are.  Does Jeremy know about us?"

"No."

"Are we over?"

"No," I stated indignantly.  "If you think that, you're going to force me to
become a stalker.  You will be the hapless victim.  I'm not giving you up
even if I have to kidnap you, take you to a mountain cabin, tie you up, and
make love to you unceasingly."  A pause ensued.  "I love you, Tim.
Really love you.  You may not feel the same way, and I apologize for
rushing that information out.  I'm not pressuring you for a similar
admission or anything, and you may never feel like saying it to me.  I just
want you to understand that this living arrangement changes nothing
between us."

"Okay.  Jeremy's living with you will complicate details a little, but we
can work around it.  He was in dire need then?"

"Yes.  You'll not only understand but you'll agree with my decision when
I can explain it to you."

"And you feel safe with Jeremy living with you?"

"Absolutely."

"I need to be with you, Evan, really BE with you."

"I am experiencing the same need, Tim."

"So you think we might be the right two to make the long haul together?"

"I'm hoping for that more than I have ever hoped for anything in my life.
It's a lot easier dealing with the hard, frightening stuff in life when a good
man loves you."  I could tell that we were stalling, not wanting to give up
the contact with each other.  I wasn't at all skilled in this phase of phone
conversation.  In fact, I rated myself quite low on phone dynamics.

"I have to get to class, Evan.  I'll be seeing you soon."

"Hey, would you ask Troy or Susan to call me?"

"What are you up to now, Evan?"

"We need to go clothes-shopping for Jeremy, so I want some help."

"So little Evan Halsey has a missionary side to his personality!"

"Eat me!"

"The plans are already laid, Babe.  Now think about that, let it simmer and
torment.  I can throw curses around too.  Bye."
...........

Jeremy had returned home from school charged.  We hadn't any more
than finished greeting each other when there was a knock on the door.  It
opened as we heard, "E-e-e-e-van, Honey?"  LaRonda walked in, smiling
like a million dollars, with a handsome man in tow.  She gently hugged
me, planting a kiss on my cheek.  She turned.  "Evan, I want you to meet
my man, Clifton Washington III.  Clifton, this is Evan Halsey, teacher,
friend, prophet, and rascal."  He smiled, flashing brilliant white teeth,
holding out a huge hand, which I grasped and shook.  I wondered how one
got teeth to shine like that.  LaRonda walked over and hugged Jeremy,
who hugged back.  "Jeremy, meet Clifton, Clifton,  meet Jeremy Wilder,
Evan's new roommate, my classmate, and a really nice guy."  Jeremy
blushed while he and Clifton shook hands.

LaRonda continued, "Now I know you two men are settling into your new
living arrangements and haven't had time to think about cooking, so I put
together a picnic dinner for all of us."  We suddenly noticed that Clifton
was carrying a huge picnic basket.

"Naw," Clifton said, "she heard that you had a new roommate, Evan, so
she had to come over and check it out.  No amount of talking could change
her mind."

We all grinned, knowing that that was exactly what had prompted
LaRonda's plan.  She would have created a picnic for us anyway without
needing an excuse, but Jeremy's taking up residence moved matters along
quicker.  LaRonda ignored our reaction to Clifton's disclosure.

"Your sunroom, Evan, with all those ferns, palms, and ficus trees will be
the perfect place for us to have our picnic.  I've brought everything; you
needn't do anything.  Let's all move out here in the sunroom and start
picnicking!"

I laughed out loud.  "What?" she turned, looking at me wide-eyed.

"You are so in your element, LaRonda.  You are in command of a group
of men you've put together, who are hanging on your every word.  Soon
they'll be sated with your wonderful food, looking at you adoringly.  Just
the way you love it-men besotted with LaRonda.  That should be your
motto:  Men sated and besotted with LaRonda Huges."

Jeremy and Clifton joined in my laughter.  Clifton added, "You've got that
right.  This woman is at her best when she's playing to other people,
especially men."  Above a response, LaRonda preened as she walked to
the sunroom with all of us in her wake.

Before we knew it, a table cloth had been spread on the floor and the
contents of the huge picnic hamper emptied:  various sandwiches, potato
salad, cole slaw, a cucumber salad, pickles, a can of Coke for each of us,
and chocolate chip-walnut cookies for desert.  I sat on the sofa while the
others sat on the floor.

Clifton was a looker.  Broad shoulders, not a lot of chest definition that
one could detect through his sport shirt, thin waist, bubble butt, LONG
legs (he must have been 6'2" or more).  He sported a small moustache;
sparkling dark eyes set below a flat forehead and dark eye brows;
beautifully curved lips, which like LaRonda's, possessed a red hue; those
dazzling teeth; and black hair cut so low that looked like a skull cap with a
hairline that defined his face-he was beautiful.  He seemed to take to us
as readily as we took to him.  After all, he was LaRonda's man, so he was
okay.

Several times I caught LaRonda and Clifton looking deeply into each
other's eyes.  Anyone could tell that these two people were seriously
involved.

Soon, LaRonda and Jeremy were telling Clifton stories about the wild side
of Evan Halsey's class, followed by stories about what a taskmaster I was.
Then the jokes they THOUGHT they played on me.  After smiling quietly
while they had their fun, I disclosed what I REALLY knew about them.
Their jaws dropped during the recitation of how much more I knew about
those shenanigans than they thought possible.

We quizzed Clifton.  The III after his name owed to his paternal
grandfather, who was a bishop in the African Methodist Episcopal Church.
He was a freshman at the local community college.  As soon as LaRonda
finished her senior year, they would be going to the state university
together.  He would major in business.  LaRonda had yet to decide her
major.  She looked coy:  "Maybe men."

"You'll be so into me by the time we get there that you won't see other
men," Clifton promised.

Before we knew it, we had picked the bones clean, so to speak, had begun
to know and like each other, feeling that Clifton was a natural.  LaRonda
began repacking the hamper, assisted by Clifton and Jeremy.  Finally, we
arose, moving to the living room and the front door.

"LaRonda and Clifton, this was such a treat.  Thank you for a wonderful
evening."

"Yeah, let's see," Jeremy said, his eyes twinkling, "how about coming
back for a repeat picnic next Wednesday.  I'll be tired of Evan's cooking
by then.  I'll probably be tired of him."

"Honey," LaRonda replied, "I may take care of my men, but I never spoil
them.  Makes them too hard to handle."  As she intended, she drew hoots
and scornful laughter from us.

We all decided to do something together in the future and they left.
Jeremy and I went to the kitchen to get something to drink.  We sat down
at the kitchen table, he with a coke, I with coffee.

"So how did your day go?" I asked.

"Cool.  Kids' eyes popped when I drove in the north school parking lot in
your car.  You should have seen their faces when I told them I moved out
of home and am rooming with you.  Boy, LaRonda really nailed me to the
wall, asking me all kinds of questions.  They could hardly believe it.  I
could tell that they looked at me differently."  I doubted that, but Jeremy
needed to believe it.

"When I told Mrs. Burge what happened and where I was living, she was
so happy.  She had tears in her eyes.  She said she knew I couldn't have
found a better home."

"All day long, people kept coming up to me to ask if I was really rooming
with Evan Halsey.  They also wanted to know about you, how you are
doing, when you are coming back to school.  We students in your English
class want it to be soon.  The substitute teacher is stiff, formal, no fun."

"Troy and Susan told me straight out that I was having lunch with them.  I
could tell they really meant it, Evan," he exclaimed, his eyes shining.
"They wanted us to be together.  When some of Troy's jock buddies
joined us, Troy made it clear that he and I are buds too.  A couple of them
kept looking at Troy and then at me as though they couldn't believe Troy
would have anything to do with a dweeb like me.  But by the time lunch
was over, we were all cutting up.  I think they found out that I can
contribute something to a group."

"Oh, guess what.  Kate Williams came up to our table at lunch and asked
in a friendly way if she could talk to me for a minute.  I know she must
have planned it.  I think she heard from the kids about how I moved in
with you.  She walked us out into the center of the cafeteria so that we
could talk."  [Kate likes the boy, I mused, wants other students to know
he's okay.  What a sweetheart Kate is.  She's earned a hug and a kiss when
we next meet.]

"She asked if I was okay, if I was going to be able to keep focused after
moving out of my family's home.  I just looked at her and said, 'I'm living
with Evan Halsey and you wonder if I can stay focused?  Can you imagine
the torture I will endure if he finds out I'm NOT focused?'  We were both
cracking up.  Then I think she wanted to remind me that we all needed to
make certain you were taking care of yourself, not letting you rush to get
back on your feet.  We laughed together again about what a stubborn little
cuss you are."  [Ah, Kate's looking out for me.]

"Funny," Jeremy stated.  "I never thought Kate Williams ever approved of
me.  But it was like we were friends, standing there chatting in the middle
of the cafeteria with all the kids looking on, wondering what the two of us
were cracking up about.  They probably couldn't imagine that the
principal would find me a good person to know.  Everyone at Troy and
Susan's table was studying us closely.  I think they were surprised that
someone like me could be so buddy-buddy with the principal."

"Well, I'm glad that I can be fodder for others' and your laugh track," I
said in a mock, aggrieved manner.  I had miscalculated how much Jeremy
felt reduced in others' estimation, how much his personal circumstances
had depreciated his self-worth.  It would take him a while, but I thought
he--and we--could correct that misperception.  He was already
headed in the right direction.

He leaned over, taking my chin between his thumb and index finger.  "I
have you to thank for this Evan.  Because of your generosity, your good
heart, people are seeing me differently.  I haven't felt this good in a long
time.  I thought life was over when my dad kicked me out.  Now I know
I'm going to have a better life."

Just then the phone rang.  Jeremy reached over, grabbing the receiver,
listening a few seconds, and greeting Susan.  They made small talk.  Then
he handed me the phone.

"Hey," I greeted Susan.  "When you and Troy can spare it, Jeremy and I
need some of your time."  Jeremy looked at me questioningly.  "Just a
couple of hours maybe. . . . If Jeremy agrees, we're taking him shopping
for clothes."  His eyes widened.

"I figure Jeremy and Troy can represent a young man's point of view.
And you'll be along to lend class to the entire selection process. . . . Okay,
day after tomorrow. . . . Great.  Why don't you all come over after school
and pick me up. . . . Okay.  I'll let you guys all work out the
transportation.  I'll treat us all do dinner afterwards if you are free. . . . I'll
be looking forward to it."  We hung up.  "You okay with this?" I asked
Jeremy.

"I can't believe it,"  Jeremy said.  "After all you're doing for me, I don't
want you to feel you have to do this."

"I don't feel I have to do it; I want to do it.  It would be the best medicine I
could receive at this point."

"Well, I'll whimper and fret that morning about how you are forcing me
into stuff, but I'll be in the car smiling by afternoon," he commented slyly.

"Now back to our topic.  Jeremy, people have always liked you.  Besides
being a riot in social gatherings, you have a good, decent heart.
Remember when many of your classmates told you as much."

"Yeah, but you put them up to that."

"I simply asked what they valued about you.  Their answers were
immediately ready.  Then I requested that they tell you what they had said.
In the same way that a sophisticated person can accept a gift with grace,
you are going to have to be strong enough to accept the gifts they offered
you from their hearts.  A good friend does that.  What will be wonderful
for you is that you will very quickly discover that you can return the favor
to some of these people."  He was obviously weighing my words.

We heard a knock at the front door.  "I'll get it," he said, rising and
leaving the kitchen.  I heard him greet someone followed by a brief
exchange of pleasantries.  Jeremy walked into the kitchen followed by
Tim.  Jeremy resumed his place at the table, but Tim walked up to me, put
his hands under my arms, pulled me up, and kissed me passionately.
Planting one of his hands squarely on my ass, he began to squeeze and cup
it.  I started to push myself away, thinking about what we were doing in
front of Jeremy.  But I realized that Tim had taken charge.  I didn't wish to
challenge him.  The kiss was so hot I threw myself into it.  I would worry
about fallout later.  As Tim broke the long kiss, he turned me around and
put his arms around me.  Jeremy was staring at us boggle-eyed.

"I figured, Jeremy, that since you are Evan's roommate, you might as well
know that Evan is my man.  We have just discovered each other.  We are
very happy.  I've lived too long waiting for someone special to sacrifice
happiness because of some living arrangement.  I hope you don't object,
but I am not hiding my relationship with Evan from you just because he
has taken on a roommate.  I've thought about it all afternoon, and I
decided that you deserved to know about us, but we aren't changing a
thing just because you're here."

Jeremy looked at me, then back at Tim.  "No, I don't object.  I'm just
surprised, that's all."

"I hope you regard this as something confidential among the three of us," I
said.  "There are less than a handful of others who know.  We don't want
for this to get out at school."

"Oh, I understand.  It makes me feel good that you all trust me enough to
bring me into your confidence, especially after . . . you know," he said,
looking at me and blushing.  "Gosh.  This is great.  I think you've been
lonely for longer than even you know, Evan."

"You DO understand," Tim exclaimed.  "Old Knucklehead here was the
last one to catch on, hiding himself away in his classroom and at home.
Actually, it was the accident that brought us together."  Jeremy turned beet
red and looked to the side.  "It made me change my approach to Evan, and
it made him take notice.  It gave me a chance to demonstrate my real
feelings for him."

"I've apologized to Evan for the accident.  I still feel really guilty and
bad," he confessed, tears making his eyes sparkle.

"I'm not explaining where Evan and I are now to you to make you feel
bad, Jeremy.  But if you are going to live here, you might as well know
about Evan and me," Tim said.

I was noticing how Tim had taken the lead role, how he was directing the
conversation.  I liked it.  It told me how much he cared, how much he was
NOT going to let anything or anyone impede our relationship.  He still
hadn't told me outright that he loved me, but this behavior said it all.

A twinkle sparked in Jeremy's eyes.  "Does this mean that you two are
going to be smooching it up around me, tearing each other's clothes off,
committing unspeakable sex acts in front of me?"

"You should be so lucky, kid," Tim shot back.  "You shouldn't complain:
you'll probably learn something about being a stud."

"I'm already a stud."

"Bull, you're a micro Evan Halsey:  I never see you with a woman, never
see you dating."

Jeremy blushed.  "I've never had the opportunity.  I haven't had enough
money to date, I've always had to work, I drive a bucket of bolts that most
women probably would not want to be seen in, and my parents
discouraged any friends, including girl friends.  I think maybe they
thought I'd get some girl pregnant.  In fact, details suggest that that may
have been how my parents learned that a mistake to be named Jeremy was
on the way.  So if a girl has seemed interested, I backed off."

"Aha," I thought.  "I'll bet Susan could effect a rewarding introduction or
two for Jeremy.  I'll drop a hint tomorrow.  Jeremy was good-looking, tall,
slim, but, from all indications, had a nicely muscled body, dark brown
hair, brown eyes.  Besides these physical attributes, his most attractive
aspects were those of his personality-his humor, good spirits, ability and
inclination to make others feel good.  There were women who would
value those qualities.  Susan would know just the right one for Jeremy."

"Do you feel you need to continue being so solitary now that you are
living here with Evan?"  I noticed how Tim was taking an interest in
Jeremy, fashioning a role with him.  I was staying out of it; it was an
opportunity for Jeremy and him to begin building a relationship, a rather
important factor if we were all going to be seeing so much of each other.
As Tim stood behind me with his arms around me, making me feel so
protected, I slowly allowed my head to rest back on his wide chest.  He
pushed his crotch into the small of my back, where a hard mound pressed
against me.  Claiming me before Jeremy was turning my man on.

"The task master hasn't laid down any dating rules," Jeremy explained,
grinning.  "You guys want to double sometime?"  Mischief was shooting
through his demeanor.  We laughed.

"Yeah, right," I said.  "Just dying to spend an evening with Jeremy and
Hornella Bowser.  What a treat."

They cracked up.  "Hornella who?" Jeremy asked.  "Bowser?  That means
a dog, right?"

"You see," I turned, looking at Tim.  "He understands teen love so well."

"You two tired geysers couldn't keep up with me on your best day,"
Jeremy sneered.

"You have to have a woman before you can make boasts like that," Tim
shot back.

"Or, it seems, a good man," Jeremy shot back at Tim.

"Just so you know," Tim told Jeremy, "I'm sleeping with Evan in his
room tonight."

"Oh goody!" Jeremy and I exclaimed in unison.  All three of us shared
laughter.

"Oh no," Jeremy groaned, looking crestfallen.  "There's no common wall
between my bedroom and yours.  I won't be able to hear the passionate
moans and screams.  I guess I'll just have to hope that I can hear the
springs squeaking and squealing."

Tim picked me up in his arms, telling Jeremy, "Turn out the lights when
you go to bed."

Tim carried me into my bedroom, shut the door with his shoulder, and
then stood me on my feet, holding me close to him.  "You will never be
able to understand how much I want you now, not just for me but for you
too.  Something happened to me after your call today.  It's like I've come
alive, taken charge, found untapped sources of energy and possibilities."

"I think you've just discovered the really dark side of your libido," I
grinned.

"Shut up and let me make love to my man."

Before I knew it, he had me out of my clothes, lying on the bed.  "I've
thought about how we can do this.  If this doesn't work for you, we'll have
to figure out another way.  Mark my words, Evan, I am going to make hot,
passionate love to you tonight.  You ass is going to be mine.  But just as
importantly, I am going to be yours."

He gently lifted my hips, placing the pillows under them.  This elevated
my legs enough to give Tim access to my ass but not enough to hurt my
chest, ribs, or leg.  He licked up the inside of my thighs, up my balls, up
my cock.  When he reached the cap, he licked all around it, making me
moan.  Then he deep-throated me, making me wiggle with pleasure.  Now
I could understand those tremors that set Kenny's ass awag when he was
intent on being fucked on my dick while I played with his nether regions.
As Tim pulled off, he stood and slowly stripped while he began a litany of
love.

"Know about desire, Evan?" he said, peeling off his shirt.

"Yes, I want you," I answered as he lifted his undershirt over his head,
dropping it to the floor, taking a hand and ruffling the rich black hair on
his chest and stomach.

"What do you desire?" he asked as he unfastened his belt and dropped his
slacks, revealing a huge mound in the front of his briefs.

"To give you something so special that you will never let me go, never tire
of me . . . never reject me," I answered as he pulled off his shoes and
socks.

"You know what you must do then?" he voiced as he slowly pulled his
briefs down over the whopping bulge in his crotch, revealing a huge, cut
dick centering a forest of black crotch hair and big balls hanging quite low
in a hairy bag.  The hair ran unbroken from his pubic area down his
beautiful legs.  His cock stem was a straight tube, crowned by a mushroom
cap.  "You must surrender to me, give yourself to me, allow me to control
you."

My eyes widened, for I suddenly felt threatened by the challenge.  Evan
Halsey, always in control.  Here it was back again.  Guess I hadn't
changed as much as I thought.  He crawled on the bed and then crawled
over me, his hard cock gently touching my ass cheeks.

A battle was at full pitch.  The resistance in me to total surrender was so
strong that I was surprised.  If I gave control over to anyone, he would
hurt me.  He would tire of me and then dump me.  I'd had enough of that.
I wasn't Humpty Dumpty, but I still felt like I could find his fate visited
upon me-how  many times can one's heart, spirit, and love be destroyed
and still put the pieces back again.  I could feel just short of actual
movement the urge to sit up, scoot back, and push Tim away.  Now I knew
viscerally the fear about being totally alone and unprotected that Jeremy
had felt.  Who would I be if I surrendered to Tim?  How could I respect
myself after that?

Gradually, I felt a calming, for I was realizing that I had reached a point in
my life that I had longed for, emoted over, but  never expected to see-the
place where I became deeply the love interest of another.  The fear was
lessening, for I realized that I would be a better person, would find deeper
realms of satisfaction, had found that person to whom I wanted to give and
give and give.  Tim had been studying my face and eyes intently.  He
knew the battle raging inside, which told me how genuine his
request/demand was.

Tim chuckled.  "I see the reluctance in your eyes.  Good.  I want you to
know what you are doing.  I want you to resist surrendering to me.  I want
you to sacrifice your autonomy, offer it up to me.  It is quintessential Evan
Halsey.  I won't destroy it, but when you give it up to me, I will know that
I have won you, that you are truly mine, that I possess you.  You will have
learned the power of surrender to Tim Minor."  He leaned down and
kissed me.  The kiss was hard, his lips were hot.  He began moving his
mouth in small circles, pushing down on my lips, pushing my head back
into the mattress, letting me feel his power and his ardor.

He took one of my hands and moved it to his cock, which I clasped,
moving my hand gently back to its base, then back out to the tip, taking
my measure.  We were talking about 8 « inches here.

Tim dropped his hairy ball sack beneath mine, moving it around on the
surface of my ass cheeks, setting off reverberations running deep into my
crotch and hole.  The hair tickled, and the heat seemed to generate heat in
my balls and around my hole even though it was still tucked away.  I
leaned up to nibble at Tim's nipples, drawing a growl from him.

He looked for lube in the nightstand drawer.  He took some on a finger
and gently rubbed it around my hole, sliding some inside with his fuck
finger.

"When you surrender, you will not be able to take back what you have
given, for you gave it to me while you loved me.  To take it back would
mean that your love for me is dead.  You have too much integrity to
surrender in love and then take it back.  I know that so well that it is
making my dick granite hard now."  Indeed, he was right.  I had felt it
hardening while he had been talking softly to me.

He pulled his hand back, squirting lube on it and smoothing it over his
huge pole.  "Are you going to surrender to me?

"Yes," I replied, hardly able to breathe.

"No, my lover, you must say it.  It's a pledge.  It's a bond, tying you to
me," he said as he moved his cock head up to my hole.

"Beautiful Tim, hot friend, passionate lover, I surrender to you.  But in
giving you this gift, I ask you to pledge not to hurt me ever, to always love
me."

As he slid his cock into me, he said, "I pledge always to love you, Evan, to
never hurt you."  He leaned forward to kiss me without putting any weight
on my chest or ribs.

The feeling was indescribable.  Not only were his cock and tongue filling
me, but he was filling me with his strength, his love, his caring.  My
surrender and his pledge opened some door so that I felt his cock sliding in
and out of me more intensely.  I felt his cock moving in and out of the ring
of muscle around my hole more, balls dragging on my ass more, his hairy
thighs moving on the inside of mine more.  I leaned up, kissing his hot
mouth.  We both knew I was surrendering entirely to him, allowing him to
use me, to own me.  This knowledge left both of us moaning.  He knew
that I could not have done so without a struggle ensuing in my mind and
heart.  It required redefining my image of myself.  But having done that, I
had given him a gift beyond compare--not only myself, my love, my
body, but validation of his power and strength.  As our eyes signaled our
mutual realization, an orgasm crashed simultaneously into both of us,
burying us in waves of pleasure and cum.  We held each other tightly in
our arms as I exclaimed and Tim shouted.  We heard a muffled groan
followed by a soft grunt from the other side of the door.

We continued to feel the orgasm lifting and carrying us along.  The waves
of pleasure moving out from my cock, balls, and hole were constant.  For
once, those parts of me were completely linked to my mind.  I felt myself
merging with Tim physically, emotionally, and spiritually.  I knew it had
to be the same for Tim.  He whispered, "Evan, I love you so deeply, that I
surrender myself to you."  He plunged his big dick into me three more
times.  I couldn't believe it.  Another orgasm crashed into us.  Tim was
whimpering.  I was moaning.  After more cum, he slowly lowered himself
on me, careful not to cause pain.

When our breath returned, I whispered, "That was incredible, Lover.  I
never experienced anything so intensive or explosive.  I still can't believe
it."

"It wouldn't have been possible if we hadn't desired each other so much
and then surrendered to the other's desire," Tim said.

 "I think I heard someone getting off with us on the other side of the
door," I said softly.  We giggled.

"He may never have it so good again.  At least he has something to shoot
for," Tim observed.

"Hypocrite!  You accuse me of punning badly," I charged.

"Well, I have higher expectations for you," Tim smiled, looking lovingly
into my eyes.

(To be continued.)