Date: Wed, 09 Jun 1999 20:32:45 PDT
From: ed swanky <edswanky@hotmail.com>
Subject: Christopher-answers Ch. 16

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		               Christopher Answers

Chapter 16

    Gary and Tim left the Stadium parking lot and went to the Mall for a
bite to eat.  It didn't go by unnoticed to Gary that the only table open
was the same one that Tom, Dave, Justin and Christopher sat in the previous
Saturday.  Gary noticed some of his friends at the other side of the mall
watching them.  Joe and Mike were on the baseball team also, John was not.
Joe Panko played first base and Mike Vesca was the right fielder. John
Gulley was a football player who didn't care much for baseball.  All
three of them were seniors.

   If there were any doubt before, this sighting of Gary with Tim was
the clincher.  Most people at the school knew that Tim was gay.  Gary
choosing to fight alongside Justin and Tom at the game was probably
proof enough.

  His action was the equivalent of 'coming out'. They looked to him for
guidance in the undeclared war on gays. He was the standard bearer, the
'shun' organizer.  They would never understand how he could turn out now
to be gay himself.  Tomorrow was his day of reckoning and the little boy
inside of him was terrified.

  All Gary had to do though was look at Tim across from the table to
know that he did the right thing. Gary didn't understand what ther was
about Tim that made him want to swoop him up and carry him back home to
his bedroom.  Tim was cute, that was obvious, but there was something else
besides the physical attraction.  From their initial encounter, Gary had
sensed a kindred spirit in Tim.  It seemed like they had a shared destiny
to fulfill, he just wasn't able to verbalize it.  Tim was a good listener.
This afternoon when Gary poured out his heart, Tim exhibited those traits
as he just sat and let the words pour forth.  Gary sought absolution and
Tim gave it to him unconditionally.

   After a quick burger and fries, they left the Mall.  Tim walked just
a half-step ahead and extended his hand to Gary.  Gary's peripheral
vision was able to capture the magnificent pair of buns that literally
flowed as he walked.  Gary drove in the direction of his home but stopped
the car at the same hidden entrance to the trail where their troubles
began.

   "Do you trust me enough to go back up there?   I would like to make
that our special place.  Please Tim, do this for my sake, I want to
replace the bad memories with some good ones.  Let's just park there and
talk for a little while.  There is so much I want to learn about you."

   Tim was uneasy with the idea but nodded his agreement.  Gary pulled off
the main road and started the bumpy 2 mile trek up the fire trail.  It was
about 7PM and the light was starting to fade.  He had to be careful, there
were bushes and stumps to contend with and the fading light caused them to
disappear from view.

   Gary pulled his car behind the same clump of thick bushes and turned
off the engine.  The place was scary, especially at this time of the
evening.  Tim wondered if he had made another mistake.  Gary by his own
admission needed counseling, 'why did I agree to this'? he thought.

   In the twilight, he could barely see Gary's face as he sat behind the
wheel with his muscular back leaning against the car door.  His legs were
splayed open just like the last time.  He thought he saw Gary pointing to
his crotch in the same aggressive manner as before.  Tim's heart pounded,
his body trembled as his mind raced from one ugly possibility to another.
The last scene had Gary with a shovel digging a grave, while his lifeless
body lay a few feet away, beaten and raped.  He closed his eyes trying to
blot out the dire images until he heard Gary say in a voice that sounded
like a frightened little boy, "I love you, Tim."

   All Tim's fears dissipated at once.  He opened his eyes, Gary had drawn
his knees together, his body was slumped into a much smaller, defensive
space. Sitting there was the seven year old boy again, longing to be
stroked and held in Tim's loving embrace.  Tim moved toward the middle of
the seat, opened his arms and allowed the youngster to press his head
under the crook of his arm.

   Gary needed a lot of help.  There was a small boy here who had never
been allowed to grow and develop emotionally.  He was scared, vulnerable
and trapped inside the body of a fully developed, muscular young man.  It
would take a long time, Tim thought, but he wanted to be there to nurture
and guide the boy, who he hoped would become his emotional and sexual equal.

   Gary would have been content to stay wrapped securely in Tim's arms,
he was terrified.

   "Follow me", Tim said.  He exited out the passenger side and Gary was
directly behind.  Compared to him, Gary was large by all standards. Yet
here he was, the athlete, the senior, hanging on to every word of a smaller
sophomore non-athlete.  Strip out of those clothes, fold them and hand them
to me.  Without question, Gary did what he said. Tim knew what was best for
him, Gary reasoned.  Tim looked at the naked body, the covered head of
Gary's cock framed in a bush of black pubic hair, the trail of black fuzz
that shrouded his chest and back, he was a boy in a man's body. Tim quickly
stripped off his own clothes, he was by contrast, thin and smooth, hardly
the type to be in command of an athlete like Gary.

   At this point, Gary needed orders, he needed to be told what to do, and
when.  Tim would perform this function for him until he could return to a
normal state of mind.  Gary was confused, untrusting of his instincts, a
virgin in the art of making love.   He needed love so much at this point
and Tim was going to teach him, guide him through, and out to the other
side.

   Bend over, Tim said as he pressed his cock against the pucker of this
giant boy/man.   Gary gasped as the stiff cock of little Tim, the teacher,
entered his body, like a hot poker.  Gary's mind still rejected the thought
of sex between men/boys.  The bible, his father, all the teachings he had
received were being violated.  But it felt so right!

   Tim placed his hands on Gary's hips and pumped until his seed exploded
inside the virgin man.  The act of their union made Gary feel so wanted.
It was over ten years since he experienced being wanted by another male.
Tim released him, telling him to turn around. He mouthed Gary's dark pubic
bush and followed the trail of hair up to his pecs with his wet tongue.
He settled on a nipple, wetting the sensitive pink tip and clamping down
with his teeth. Gary had never felt such ecstasy, such a longing to used.

   Tim's lessons moved swiftly.  He stopped nursing Gary's nipple and
suddenly turned, bent over and thrust his own ass cheeks outward. "Suck
on it!" he commanded.  Gary pushed his nose into the soft round globes
of boyflesh, licking and tasting the tender offering presented to him.
Gary broad tongued the sweet boy cheeks on each side of his teacher's
pink pucker.

    "Fuck me", Tim ordered.

    Gary licked each cheek one last time and grabbed his throbbing cock at
the tip.  He centered it on Tim's tiny orifice and plunged headlong into
it. He was lost in the forbidden territory of animal passion.  Sex for
purposes other than procreation, sex for pure animal, lustful pleasure were
frowned on as the work of the devil.  God created man to populate the earth,
not enjoy himself while doing it!  Gary's lustful seed let loose inside Tim,
it was pleasurable beyond his wildest dreams.

   Tim stood up, kissed Gary on the lips and ordered him to go back inside
the car.  Tim slipped in aside of him and they started to neck like two
highschool sweethearts.

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   Tim's thoughts turned to Taylor.  They were together nearly two years.
'Taylor West', what a great name! Tim always liked the sound of it. He
remembered the day he saw Taylor and his family move into the large stone
home at the end of his street.  At first he thought that Taylor was a girl.
His shoulder length brown hair glistened in the sunlight as he removed his
shirt to accomodate the warm afternoon sun.  Tim was only 12 years old and
missed his friend Bobby, who moved out of the same house that Taylor was
now going to occupy.

   'Hey!', he called to Taylor in the timeless greeting of pre-teen new
friends.  'Hey!', Taylor responded with a radiant smile, revealing a perfect
set of straight, white teeth.  His parents were probably still paying the
bank who financed them.

   Six months later, Tim and Taylor became lovers instead of just two good
friends.  Much to the dismay of his parents, Tim let his hair grow long just
like his friend and their shared teen idol, 'Taylor Hanson'.  Posters of the
boy idol adorned the clubhouse walls that Tim and Bobby built.  It sat  in
the woods bordering the back yards of the homes on their block. It was a
happy time for the two of them.  Tim wished he could somehow freeze the
moment, making it last a lifetime.

   Then Taylor seemed to change and demanded more from their sexual
relationship than Tim was willing to give.  Taylor who was larger than Tim,
decided that he no longer needed to let Tim enter him.  Tim loved him so
much that he acquiesced to his demands.  The more Tim gave into Taylor's
aggressive style of lovemaking, the more Taylor tried to subjugate him into
a submissive bottom-only boy.  Tim's sense of self-worth finally re-emerged
and he ended their relationship.

   He had his hair cut to a normal length, the final signal to everyone
that he and Taylor were no longer an item.  Both Tim and Taylor's parents
knew about their sexual preferences.  Tim's parents were supportive of him
and were somewhat sorry to see their son's romance end because they both
loved Taylor like a second son.  When Tim decided to cut his hair, they
were very supportive of that also.

   The very recent loss of his sexual partner lead to Tim's risky encounter
with Gary in the corridor behind the movie theater seats.  The one thing
that linked Gary to Taylor was they were both uncut, just like Tim.  Gary
is better endowed by at least two inches and Tim found the change to be
exciting.  His recent breakup had left Tim in a highly aroused state of
readiness to start another love partnership.  Gary seemed to be the
answer to his prayers.

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   It was coming up on 8 PM, Tim told Gary all about Taylor West.  The
little boy in Gary was glad that they had broken up.  Tim was his new and
closest friend.  Gary needed a close friend more than anybody at exactly
this period of transition in his life.  His love for Tim seemed to grow
stronger by the minute as Tim talked about his life and continued to
gently stroke Gary's head, driving the demons from the mind they seemed
reluctant to release.

   "We have to go, Gary, its after 8 and my parents will be wondering
what happened to me.  Besides we both have school tomorrow and I need
to finish a few homework assignments."

   The little boy disappeared inside as Gary started the car and backed
out of their special hiding place behind the bushes.  He turned on the
headlights and slowly drove back the now darkened trail toward the
highway, some two miles below. There was a cloudy, moonless sky that
cut off all light save the headlamps of the car.  Even at the low rate
of speed their car jolted several times after hitting some burrowing
animal holes.  About a mile and half down the trail, a fallen log that was
avoided on the way up was now struck on the way down.  The brake cable was
caught and severed.  Gary pumped them furiously but to no avail.  The car
picked up speed and hit a rock careening it into the trees just a few feet
short of the macadamized highway near the fire trail entrance.  Gary's head
slammed into the windshield, breaking it.  Tim was thrown to the floor on
the passenger side and cracked his head on the dashboard as he fell. The
hood popped open, plumes of hot steam released from the radiator.  No
movement could be detected inside.

   Tim woke up and felt the lump on his forehead.  He managed to sit on
the seat and looked for Gary in the darkened interior of the car. He
located the overhead light and flipped it on.  Gary was pinned up on top of
the dashboard, blood was everywhere.  Tim tried to wake him, but he didn't
move.  He felt for a pulse, there was none!

   "Oh God!, NOooooo!! Tim screamed at the top of his lungs.

   Gary and the little boy inside him were both dead.  Tim draped himself
over Gary's lifeless body and stroked his hair.  Just for the briefest of
moments, he thought he saw a wispy spirit leave the broken body of his
friend. The form seemed to be smiling down on him, trying to communicate
that peace had finally come to Gary Watkins.  A peace denied to him in
life was certain to be his throughout eternity.

   Whether it was an apparition or just the fervent hope of Tim's mind
didn't really matter.  It gave Tim comfort to know that his friend was
finally free from the demons that tormented him for most of his brief life
here on earth.  Tim knew that God would not punish this boy anymore.  His
punishment was already time-served.  It would not follow him into an
afterlife.  God opened his arms and received him.  Of this Tim had no
doubt, Gary Watkins sins were all forgiven.


end chapter 16


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