Date: Thu, 21 Sep 2006 22:00:47 -0400
From: Ronyx <ronyx@woh.rr.com>
Subject: A Different Road   Chapter 11

The following is a work of fiction. Any similarities to anyone are purely
coincidental. The story is intended for a mature audience. It may contain
profanity and references to gay sex. If this offends you, please leave
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A Different Road Chapter 11


When will this damn roller coaster stop and let me off? It's been
another day of ups and downs. I'd just had tremendous sex with Adrian,
and then had to sit several hours later and watch my best friend self
destruct. I was still struggling with an unanswerable question- if Brett
was in love with Cindy, then why was he so bothered by me being with
Adrian?

It seems that he was really affected by seeing me and Adrian kissing in
the boys' room. He had been kissing Cindy behind my back for the past
few months, but I couldn't do the same thing? Sure it was with a guy,
but he knew I was gay. And besides, he never kissed me, except that one
time for only a few minutes.

I had no idea why his mother had been so angry with me. Brett was her
son. If he was having problems, then it was her duty to help him, not
mine. She knew we weren't talking anymore. I guess she just assumed she
could come waltzing into my bedroom and patch things up with a few words.

She wasn't in the room when Brett told me he didn't want me anymore.
She wasn't there when I fell in love with him and gave him my body
willingly for five years. She couldn't feel the pain in my heart when I
thought I couldn't live without him. She wasn't there when I stood on
that cliff and opened my arms because I felt I couldn't go on anymore.

"You alright?" Adrian asked, bringing me out of my deep thoughts.

"Yeah." I said absently. I had almost forgotten he was in the car with
me. He took my hand and squeezed it.

I pulled up in front of his house and turned out the lights. We looked at
his house and it was dark inside except for the porch lights. I looked at
my watch; it was after midnight.

"You won't get in trouble will you?" I asked worriedly. I knew his
father would not approve of him being out so late.

"They're in bed." He responded with stress in his voice. "I hope they
won't know what time I came in."

"Will I see you tomorrow?" I asked hopefully. I wanted to spend the day
together.

"I'll call you in the morning." He said. He then leaned in and we
kissed goodnight. It wasn't a long kiss, but it would get me by until I
saw him again.

"Night, Corey." He looked into my eyes. It was as if he were searching
for something. I knew he wanted to tell me he loved me, but I think he
was waiting for me to say it first. I didn't think it would be fair to
say it, when I wasn't really sure if my heart yet believed it.

"Night Adrian." His smile faded as he got out of the car. He turned and
waved goodbye from the porch. I waited until he was safely inside before
I pulled off.

I drove home, but I still wasn't tired. I walked around to the backyard
and sat on the edge of the pool. I took off my shoes and socks, rolled up
my pants legs, and kicked gently at the water. It was relaxing listening
to the water hitting the side of the pool.

After a few minutes, the patio door opened and my father pattered over to
the side of the pool in just his boxers. He sat down beside me.

"It's a nice night out." He said quietly.

"Yeah." I replied.

We sat quietly for several minutes. I knew he was waiting for me to say
something.

"How can you tell if you're really in love?" I asked. He started
laughing.

"Wow." He said. "You go straight to the top." I looked over as he
chuckled.

"No, seriously." I said.

"I can't answer that for you, Corey." He said thoughtfully. "Only
your heart can do that."

"But I thought I loved Brett." I looked over for an answer. "Now
Adrian comes into my life and I think I'm falling for him. I'm really
confused. I don't know what to do."

He scooted over to me, pulled me into him, and wrapped his arm around me.

"What does your heart tell you?" He asked.

"That's just it." I sighed. "I love both of them. Now I feel I have
to choose and I know I'm going to hurt one of them."

"I think you've already made a decision." He looked into my eyes.
"You just don't how to tell Brett."

"How did you get so wise?" I asked.

"Good gene pool." He laughed. "Just hope you inherited it." With that
he pushed me into the water. I screamed and jumped up and grabbed his
leg, pulling him in. We laughed and played around in the pool for a long
time. We eventually ended up skinny dipping. It seemed weird at first,
swimming naked with my father, but we were really having a good time. He
had a remarkable build and had a huge cock. I thought my mother was crazy
for walking away from a man that any other woman would love to have.

We walked naked into the kitchen and my father tossed me a beer. We sat
at the counter talking about that night's football game. He got
extremely upset when I told him how Brett's mom had treated me.

When I finally went to bed, it was around 2:00. I was exhausted. I fell
into bed and went immediately to sleep. Instead of dreaming about Brett,
I dreamt of Adrian.

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"Where are we?" I asked. I looked around and it seemed like we were
deep into a forest. You could barely see light coming from the canopy of
the tree tops.

"I'm not sure," said Adrian. "Aren't you scared?"

"No," I took his hand. "I'm with you." He looked over and smiled.

"Look." We stopped suddenly and looked at the fork in the road. There
were two paths heading in opposite directions. One was heading east and
the other west.

On the path that headed east I could barely make out a figure standing in
the shadows. He had his head down and looked forlorn. There was a river
forming from the tears falling from his face. He slowly raised his head
and I could tell it was Brett. I stood looking at the sad figure until
Adrian grabbed my hand.

"You ready?" He asked. I took one last look at the sad figure and
nodded my head.

"Then let's go." Adrian grabbed my hand and we headed down the path
heading west. As we walked, the sun began to shine through the trees.

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I was awakened by the phone ringing in the kitchen. I looked at the
clock. It was 4:35. Who could be calling at this time in the morning? It
stopped and then began ringing again several minutes later. I heard my
father answer it from his bedroom. Several minutes later he knocked on my
door and opened it.

"Get up, Corey." He ordered. "We have to go."

"What's wrong?" I sat up and saw the worried look on his face.

"We have to go to the hospital." He said. "Adrian's been hurt."

I fell onto the bed and wrapped myself into the covers. I was trying hard
not to scream. This was the second time in a few days that he had been
taken to the hospital. My father came over and wrapped his arms around me
and tried to calm me down.

"The phone call was from Cornelius." He said. "Reverend Baker beat
Adrian last night after you took him home." I began to tremble
uncontrollably. Why did such bad things have to happen to good people?
Adrian never hurt anyone.

"Is he alright?" I was afraid of hearing the answer.

"I don't know." My father told me. "Adrian's mother had just called
him and told him. It seems that Reverend Baker was arrested and taken to
jail."

"Good." I spat. "I hope he rots there." I got up and began dressing.
I had to get to Adrian. I knew he needed me, and I had to be strong for
him.

My father drove me to the hospital. I think he thought I was too
emotional to be driving. He was probably right. When we got to the
emergency room, Cornelius, John, Charlie, Julie and Adrian's mom were
sitting in the waiting area. Charlie jumped up and came running to me.
She threw herself on me and began weeping.

"God, Corey." She cried. "I'm so glad you're here."

"Is Adrian alright?" I asked impatiently.

"We don't know anything yet." She continued crying. "From what my
aunt said, he was hurt pretty bad." I looked over and saw Adrian's
mother sitting off by herself in a corner. It was apparent that no one
wanted to talk to her.

We walked back over to where everyone else was. They rose and hugged me
and my father. I sat down beside Charlie and Julie. Julie grabbed
Charlie's hand and squeezed it tightly. I took her other hand and held
it.

We sat for about twenty minutes until a young woman wearing a doctor's
jacket came out and asked for the Baker family. We rose and walked over
to her. She explained that Adrian had suffered a severe concussion when
his father had hit him with a fireplace poker. I thought I was going to
get sick. My legs weakened and my father reached out and grabbed me and
held me up.

Adrian's mother was crying softly as the doctor continued to explain
that he would be alright. He'd probably suffer from severe headaches for
a while, but other than that he had been lucky that the damage hadn't
been worse. It seems that his father only hit him once because Adrian had
been knocked out from the first blow. Fortunately, he had not continued
hitting him.

We learned later that Adrian's mother had called the police and insisted
that they arrest her husband. She had traveled in the ambulance and held
her son's hand on the way to the hospital.

Reverend Baker had been looking out the window when I dropped Adrian off
at home. He apparently had seen us kissing in the car. When Adrian
entered the house he confronted him and called him a queer. He then went
into a tirade about the sins of homosexuality. He grabbed a fireplace
poker and swung it at Adrian. He was unable to get out of the way in time
and took a blow to the side of the head. He fell to the floor motionless.
Mrs. Baker entered the room and rushed to his side, and then called 911.
She had also asked for the police to come as well. After explaining the
situation, Reverend Baker was placed under arrest and taken to jail.

"May I see my son?" She asked the doctor.

"Yes." She said. "But only two of you may see him now and only for a
minute. He needs his rest."

Adrian's mother walked over and took my hand. "Come with me." She
continued to hold my hand as we followed the doctor to the examining
room. When she pulled back the curtain, Adrian was lying with his eyes
closed. The side of his face was bandaged. . He had tubes running into
his arm and had an oxygen tube in his nose. Mrs. Baker almost collapsed
when she saw him. I grabbed her and held her upright as she trembled.

We walked slowly over to the side of the bed. Mrs. Baker grabbed
Adrian's hand and he slowly opened his eyes. Tears began to flow when he
saw his mother.

"I'm sorry, Mother." He said softly. She leaned over and kissed him on
his forehead.

"Shhh." She said. "It's going to be alright." She put her hand on
his forehead. She looked over at me and motioned for me to come over.

"Look who's here." She told Adrian. He looked over at me and started
crying again.

"Corey." He cried. His mother replaced her hand with mine and then
stepped back. I squeezed it tightly and then leaned in and gave him a
kiss.

"I love you, Adrian." I whispered in his ear.

"I know." He gave me a small grin. "I love you too."

He closed his eyes and returned to sleep. I gave him another kiss and
then we walked out of the room and back to the waiting room where
everyone stood looking anxiously at us.

They gathered around Mrs. Baker and me as we explained to them Adrian's
condition. We assured them that he would be alright. When we were
through, Mrs. Baker started to walk away and sit by herself. I grabbed
her hand and asked her to join me on the couch. She refused, but I
insisted. She gave me a warm smile as she took the seat beside me.

Charlie sat down beside me and Julie sat on the arm, holding Charlie's
hand. After several awkward moments, they began to talk. Adrian's mother
apologized to Charlie for neglecting her niece. She explained how her
husband had insisted that she not talk to her. She knew she should not
have listened to him, but she confessed that she had been afraid of his
violent temper.

I got up and sat beside my father while Charlie and her aunt made up for
lost time. She even seemed to be comfortable with Julie holding
Charlie's hand.

I fell asleep on my father's shoulder. I must have slept for about an
hour. I woke up when Charlie came over and plopped down in my lap. She
took my eyelids and opened them. I was looking into her grinning face.

"Hey handsome." She said. "We're going to go get something to eat."

"I'd like to stay here." I said. "Just bring me back something." She
frowned, but got off my lap and walked over to Julie. I watched as they
all took off leaving me alone in the waiting room.

I kept looking at the door going into the emergency area. I cautiously
walked over and acted like I was going to get a drink from the water
fountain. No one seemed to be paying any attention. Suddenly, I opened
the door and hurried to the room where Adrian was.

I went in and he was still quietly sleeping. I pulled up the chair beside
his bed and took his hand and held it while he slept. Every once in a
while he would squeeze it gently as if he knew it were me. I just sat and
watched his beautiful face. Once he opened his eyes and looked at me. He
squeezed my hand tightly and smiled, before drifting back off to sleep.

An elderly nurse came in several times to check his vitals. She didn't
seem upset that I was there and holding Adrian's hand. On her third
visit, she told me that her grandson was gay; and she hoped that if he
were ever injured, his boyfriend would be allowed to hold his hand. Tears
formed in both our eyes as she walked over and gave me a kiss on the
forehead.

Adrian was admitted to the hospital and was placed in a private room so
they could monitor him and make sure that there was no brain damage.
Since it was a Sunday, I didn't have to worry about going to school; so
I was able to spend the day with him.

His mother also never left his side. Charlie, Julie, Cornelius and John
came to visit, but they didn't stay long. This gave me a good time to
get to know Adrian's mother.

Like most proud mothers, she told me funny stories about Adrian growing
up. He would tell her to be quiet, but this only made the stories
funnier. She then explained how his father had started to suspect that
Adrian was gay after he took her sleeping pills.

She felt guilty that she didn't intervene, but she again explained how
she was afraid of her husband. He had a violent temper and she thought it
was best to go along with him, rather than upset him and perhaps trigger
his anger.

She told us that she knew that he had been having several extramarital
affairs. He even bragged to her about his other children. She threatened
to divorce him several times, but he told her he'd kill her if she
tried.

She was going Monday to see an attorney and file for divorce. She was
also going to have a restraining order taken out against him so he
couldn't go anywhere near Adrian or her. Adrian was to be released
Monday morning, and she asked if I would be able to stay with him while
she kept her appointments. I readily agreed.

His mother brought Adrian home around 9:00. I had gone home and was to
come over around 10:00. She greeted me warmly at the door when I arrived.
She pulled me into a hug and whispered, "Thank you," in my ear.

"I've never seen him so happy." She said. "I didn't think I'd ever
see him smile again."

Tears were beginning to form in the corner of her eyes.

She led me into the living room and we sat down for a few minutes. She
explained to me the trouble that had existed between Adrian and his
father. She had felt so helpless for the past few years knowing that
Adrian was sinking deeper and deeper into depression. We both wiped away
tears when she told me how she thought that I had saved his life. He
seemed to have come alive after meeting me. I was unaware of any of this.

"He's in his room." She pointed down a hallway as she put on a light
jacket and started to leave. "I won't be home for several hours." She
leaned in and gave me a quick kiss then disappeared out the door.

I walked down the hall and peeked into Adrian's bedroom. He was lying
asleep on the bed in just his boxers. I stood and watched his naked body
for a few minutes. I almost hated to disturb his peaceful sleep.

I went across the hall to the bathroom and took off my clothes. I then
crept back across to his room and carefully climbed in beside him. He
stirred and then his eyes widened as he realized I was in bed naked. He
reached out and rubbed my chest as my cock began to harden. He looked
down and watched it expand.

"I like being woke like this." He smiled and then leaned in and kissed
me softly.

"Mmmmmmm." I purred. I reached down and pulled his hard cock out
through the opening in his shorts and started to stroke him.

"You feel alright?" I asked with concern.

"I do now." He started to giggle, looking down at my hand slowing
stroking him. He lifted up and pulled off his shorts and lay before me
naked.

I lay him on his back and then carefully crawled on top of him. I leaned
in and gave him a passionate kiss.

"I love you, Adrian." I began to kiss him again before he could
respond. He was squirming under me and I could feel his hard cock between
my legs rubbing gently at my ass.

"Oh God, Corey." He moaned. "I never thought it would be like this."

"Just a minute." I said. "I'm going to make it even better." I got
off the bed and ran across the hall into the bathroom. I found a jar of
Vaseline and returned to the bed. He looked at me questioningly.

"What are you going to do?" He said as he watched me scoop some
Vaseline out of the jar and rub it on his cock. He hissed when I stroked
it on.

"I want you to make love to me." I said as I reached around and rubbed
some on my ass. He leaned in and started kissing me passionately. I
slowly sat back and lined his cock to the opening of my ass and pushed
down. I could feel him slowly entering me.

"I love you, Corey." He moaned as he sunk deeper. He again started
kissing me. Brett had fucked me hundreds of times, but I don't think I
had ever felt the love that I was now experiencing. At this moment, I
knew the difference between having sex and making love. With Adrian I was
making love.

When he had completely entered me, I sat up and began to move up and down
on his cock. We were staring into each other's eyes. I wanted to see the
happiness that they contained for me. A tear began to fall from his eye,
and I leaned in and licked it away. He looked back up at me and smiled.

We didn't say anything. We just stared at one another as we continued to
fuck. He reached down and took my hard cock in his hand and began to
slowly stroke me. He was enjoying watching my face and the immense
pleasure he was giving me.

I felt myself beginning to cum. I had been trying to hold back, but I
could no longer. With a loud moan, I sat down on his cock and erupted
onto this chest. He closed his eyes and I could see the bliss as he began
to cum inside my ass.

"Oh God, Corey." He yelled as he erupted deeply inside me. "I love
you." He continued to fuck me until his cock began to soften. I rose up
and he pulled his cock out. I immediately missed him being inside me.

I fell on top of him as he grabbed the side of my face and kissed me
again.

"I love you, Corey Singer." He smiled into my eyes.

"I love you, Adrian Baker." We kissed again.

We drifted off to sleep for a while. I awoke later and realized it was
time to give Adrian his medication. Afterwards, I helped him take a bath.
Of course, it turned into a double bath, because I joined him. He had me
stand while he sucked my cock. I pulled out and came on his chest. I then
applied a large amount of shampoo in my hand and jacked him off while we
kissed. He moaned in my mouth when he came again.

We were cuddled on the couch when his mother returned home around 3:00.
She smiled when she walked in and saw us sitting with our arms around
each other. She walked over and kissed us both on the foreheads.

She told us about her meeting with the divorce attorney and the court
appearance for a restraining order. Adrian's father had been released
that morning, but no one had seen him. I shuddered thinking that he could
have come in the house when Adrian and I were making love.

Suddenly, I looked at the clock and noticed the time. It was 3:45.
Football practice was at 4:00 sharp. I explained to Adrian that I had to
go. He understood that I had promised the coach that I would return to
practice.

I kissed him again before heading to the door. I began to feel anxious
when I realized I'd have to face Brett at practice.

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