Date: Thu, 22 May 2008 21:25:41 -0500
From: Morris Henderson <bigmoh@post.com>
Subject: improbable_love_chapter_20

Chapter Twenty

Returning to his dorm after eight in the evening Neil found a note
slipped under his door:  "Please see me, Cory."

"Shit!" he mumbled to himself, wondering what kind of trouble the boy
had gotten into this time.

He really needed to study, do some internet research, and write a
paper due on Monday.  He didn't have time to give futile advice to
someone he despised nor solve whatever problem that teen had.  Still,
despite his dislike of the arrogant SOB, curiosity as much as
compassion drove him to knock on his door.

"Who is it?" came a muffled voice from inside.

"It's Neil."

"Come in.  The door's unlocked."

The kid was lying on his bed wearing only his cut-off jeans.  His face
and rib cage were a patchwork of bruises.  A bloody shirt lay on the
floor.

"What the hell happened?"

"I screwed up, again. I know you helped me by talking to Brad and by
warning me about what I said and did.  I was a complete idiot not to
follow your advice.  I want to thank you for helping me and tell you
how sorry I am for not listening."

Ignoring the apologetic flattery, the eighteen-year-old snapped,
"You're not answering my question.  How did you get banged up?"

"I went to a gay bar down on Fourteenth Street.  I've been there a few
times but never scored.  I was there ten minutes when a good looking
hunk came in and sat at the bar.  I moved over to sit next to him.  He
began talking, which led to me buying him some drinks.  He seemed
friendly enough.  I thought I had finally found somebody to have sex
with. The longer we chatted the more aroused I became.  I put a hand
on his leg, but he moved it.  Dammit, Neil!  I was horny!  A few
minutes later, I put my hand right into his crotch and told him I
could take care of his needs.

"He shoved my hand away and told me to get lost.  What was he doing
there if he didn't want what I wanted?  He went down to the other end
of the bar.  After a few minutes, I followed him, and said I was sorry
but that I'd really like to suck him off.

"He stood and bumped me off the bar stool in the process --
deliberately, I think.  That's how I got the first bruise.  The ruckus
resulted in everyone staring, which embarrassed me so much I left.
Outside, three macho looking jocks walked, by and started to call me a
filthy fag.  One of them said, `What does a fag deserve?'  All three
started punching me.  That's when I got the bloody nose.  I think it
may be broken.  I was begging him to stop.  I fell down and one of
them kicked me in the ribs.  They walked away laughing.  If I had
listened to you, I wouldn't be in this mess!  I'm sorry, Neil."

"I'm sorry it happened, Cory.  Forgive me for saying this, but you're
partly to blame, at least for what happened in the bar.  You didn't go
to make friends but to look for sex.  Thinking only of the thrill
caused you to be you careless.  You came onto the guy too
aggressively.  There's nothing wrong with being gay, but there's more
to it than fornicating with the first dude you think is queer.  That's
selfish, Cory, but I suppose `selfish' describes you in more ways than
just wanting sex.  Somehow, some way, you must learn to recognize
other people's feelings and respect them.  You're going to have to
start thinking more about others instead of just yourself."

Cory appeared chastened, which only added to his misery, therefore,
Neil softened his approach.  "Did you report the assault to the
police?"

"No.  Then, I would have had to explain why I was there.  I can't
afford the exposure."

"And, you didn't get any medical attention?"

"No."

"Well you should!" Neil said assertively.  "First thing in the morning
go to the clinic.  Have them check all your injuries. Concoct a story
explaining them.  Finally, learn to control your urges.  Satisfy your
needs by jacking off until you develop basic skills for interacting
with other guys... I mean really connecting with them socially not
simply sexually."

"You're right." the dejected youth said, trying to hold back his
tears.

"I'm sorry I didn't listen to you before but I've finally learned my
lesson."

Cory then lost his battle to hold back his tears, which was evidence
that the suffering teen meant what he said.

"I certainly hope so," Neil replied.  "But you've got to learn a lot
more about doing what it takes to earn friendship instead of scoring
quick sex with somebody!"


Neil disliked leaving the guy in pain, but he had pressing homework,
so he added, "I'll be in my room if you need anything.  In the
meantime, think about ways of changing your attitude and behavior."

"How?" the clueless boy asked.

"I don't have time to tell you now, and I think it will be more
constructive for you to develop your own solution."

Back in his own room, the eighteen-year-old called his lover, first,
to say he loved him and, second, to explain what happened.

The younger boy was genuinely upset by the news, in part, because Cory
had been hurt but mostly because it was a brutal form of persecution.

"TJ, I love you and can't wait to be alone with you next weekend."

"Nor I, my love.  Bye for now"

In their Monday night phone call, TJ said, "Guess what...  For the
first time father called me while being away from home.  He said he
loves me!   We talked for fifteen minutes with him asking about
school, swim practice, and things he had never showed an interest in.
He promised to be here for my birthday!  I can't believe how lucky
I've been lately, meeting you and Dad talking to me.  Everything is
perfect!"

"I'm happy for you, TJ.  It's great the two of you have changed your
attitudes.  But the situation is not ideal, yet."

"What do you mean?"

"It isn't quite perfect until we can be together all the time."

"But, we'll be together for a few days, this weekend.  Isabel said she
would write me a note for school.  When are you coming?"

"There's good and bad news.  I talked to my profs about missing
lectures.  The downer is, since I have an exam on Thursday, I must
attend that class.  The upper is that I can skip the three on Friday.
I told them a good friend was having surgery, and I needed to be with
him."

"You lied?"

"Actually, I simply bent the truth.  My buddy is not going to have an
operation but, well... a `procedure'.  It will involve an invasive
penetration.  There may be a little pain, but I think my friend wants
to go through with it and will be glad when he has."

"I still don't understand, Neil.  And who is this dude?"

The older teen guffawed at his companion's denseness, adding, "Let me
give you another hint.  When you arrive home from school on Thursday,
I want you to prepare by giving yourself an enema."

The fifteen-year-old took a few minutes to grasp what his chum meant.
Then, he laughed, both from embarrassment and the thrill of upgrading
their relationship.

 "You bet!  Will you?"

"Of course.  I would never ask something of you I wasn't prepared to
do myself."

After they ended their call, TJ was euphoric about the weekend and
impatient to consummate their love.  Then, he began to worry, because
his lover had mentioned some pain, and he didn't know what to expect.
He began to speculate, What if it hurts a great deal and I can't go
through with it?  I haven't even put a finger up my ass, and Neil's
cock, when stiff, is very thick. He dreaded the thought of
disappointing Neil and resolved to bear the pain however much it hurt.
Of course, if it did hurt a lot, he could never show it.  Neil would
then stop.  He wouldn't say so but he would be disappointed.

After mulling it over, he had an idea.  Going into the bathroom, he
stripped from the waist down. Next, he applied shampoo on his hole and
fingers.  Slowly slipping one into his love chute, he was surprised
how easily it entered right up to the knuckle.  Amazingly, it felt
good.  Removing his finger, he looked at it, mentally comparing its
size with his lover's cock.  He estimated it would take at least three
fingers to equal the width of his guy's prick.  Gradually, he slipped
in two fingers.  There was no pain.  The third finger was another
story.  He struggled to insert the third finger.  After several
attempts, he discovered that he could relax his sphincter.  That
helped.  There was still no pain, only a temporary discomfort.  When
the discomfort subsided, he plunged the fingers in more deeply and his
cock responded to the pleasant sensation by inflating.

He repeated the procedure several times over the next two days,
reasoning that since he had to practice his swimming and tennis to get
into shape, it made sense to do the same for the ultimate expression
of love.

Each time made him anticipate Neil's "invasive penetration" more. Each
time gave him a boner that leaked precum.  He didn't jerk off,
however, because he wanted to save it for his lover.

....................

Arriving at his friend's house around half past three on Thursday,
Neil rang the bell.  Isabel answered the door, saying, "Hi.... Please,
come in.  TJ called saying he would be a little late.  The swim coach
extended his practice.  But, he'll be home as soon as he can.  In the
meantime, I'd like a few words with you."

"I would be happy to chat with you."  He had no idea what she wanted
to talk about, but he guessed it had something to do with the two of
them.

"Come into the kitchen."

Entering, both sat at the table.

"I'm not sure when TJ will arrive, so I'll get right to the point.
He's not only told me about your relationship but indicated you agreed
to keep your... ah... 'activities' private.  I must never know what
you do together."

"Yes, Ma'am.  And, we appreciate your understanding."

"Fine.  Now, here's what I wanted to say.  I adore him, as if he were
my own son.  He's an outstanding young man with a lot of potential.  I
want him to be happy, not hurt.  He's been ecstatic since you met, and
he would be devastated if you destroyed his feelings. It would also
deeply affect his parents although they would never know why their son
was suffering.  He's bright and mature for his age, but, in many ways,
still a child.  He's experiencing something new and it may be
overwhelming him.  I'm afraid he doesn't have the wherewithal to know
what he's getting himself into.  Please!  Please don't hurt him!"

The faint watering in the woman's eyes was evidence of her sincerity
and genuine concern.

Reaching over, the youth clasped the housekeeper's hand.

"Believe me, that's the very last thing I could do!  My love for him
is even more than his is for me.  I understand how young we both are,
but we're sufficiently mature to recognize how right we are for each
other.  We realize we face many obstacles.  However, we are committed
to overcome them as a united couple rather than as two individuals.  I
adore him, Isabel, as much as you do but, of course, in a different
way.  I won't harm TJ, because he's too fine a person and, because it
would injure me just as much."

Tears were in the woman's eyes, as she added, "Thank you!  May God
bless you both and may you find lasting happiness.  One more thing I
must say before our boy gets here."

Sitting up straight, she emphatically declared, "This conversation
never happened!"

Neil grinned, squeezed her hand, and asked, "What conversation?"

Broadly smiling back, she replied, "I am very grateful.  Now, why
don't you go to his room?  I'll send him up as soon as he gets home
and call you when dinner is ready."

"Before I go upstairs, I want to say it's no wonder TJ loves you so
much!"


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My thanks to Baruch for his valuable suggestions on this chapter.