Date: Fri, 26 May 2000 11:26:40 PDT
From: Chip Dyp <chipdyp@hotmail.com>
Subject: Judgment Error 9

	The following program contains material suited for a mature
audience.  If you are not over 18 you should be leaving now.  Of course I
can't control you and neither can anyone else really.  This story is
entirely false except for the true parts.  This is the ninth chapter of the
story and I highly recommend reading the first eight chapters which can be
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Judgment Error - Chapter 9
by:  Chip Dyp  (chipdyp@hotmail.com)

	I sat in the passenger seat, half dozing as Stefan drove through
the thunder and lightening.  I closed my eyes and thought back to my
arrival, just two short weeks ago.  Stefan had been the first person my age
that I had met when his parents had come over to say hi.

	I wiggled in the seat and adjusted the towel that I was leaning
against.  I hadn't expected to get into a relationship when I arrived.  Our
relationship had a rocky beginning, but now there were very few bumps.  I
loved Stefan, and Stefan loved me.

	We still hadn't had sex, since he'd hurt me.  The bruises had
faded, and the limp caused by the fissure on my sphincter was gone.  I was
almost back to normal.  Stefan was so gentle when he was with me, although
he had his kinky moments.  I kinda liked it when he played the strong man
with me.  It was kinda neat how he could make the switch so quickly.  One
moment, he was gentle as a kitten, the next he was more physical and
forceful.  Even when he was more physical, he would always smile when he
saw me.

	I yawned and stretched and look over at Stefan.  He looked at me
and smiled.  "Still sleepy, lover?"

	"A little.  You were certainly enthusiastic."

	"Mmmm, you didn't do so bad yourself.  Just wait until your
birthday.  I've got a big surprise for you."  Stefan looked at me and
laughed.

	"What?"

	"Nothing.  Take off your clothes."

	"What?"  I stared at Stefan in disbelief.

	"C'mon, get naked."

	"I don't think so."

	"C'mon.  You look so beautiful when you're naked."  Stefan reached
over and tried to undo my pants.

	"Stefan, no."  I tried to smack his hand away.  "Stefan, stop.  I
don't want to get naked in the car."  Stefan took his hand away after I
told him to stop and I relaxed in the seat once more.  "Jesus, you are
insatiable."

	Stefan looked back at the road for a second.  His posture changed
slightly and he looked back at me sheepishly.  "I'm sorry, Ian.  You're
just so beautiful."

	"That's all right.  Can't get mad at anyone who thinks I'm
beautiful."  Stefan smiled back at me and looked back at the road.

	"So what are you doing tonight?"

	I yawned and leaned against my towel pillow.  "I'm probably going
to spend some time with my parents, then catch up on my sleep.  What about
you?"

	"Probably the same thing.  Did you want to go see a movie tomorrow
night?"

	"Sounds good."

	"Why don't you try and get some sleep," Stefan said, squeezing my
thigh.  "I'll wake you up when we get back to town."

	"All right, you just keep your eyes on the road and you hands on
the wheel.
  I don't want to have any fantastically real wet dreams."

	"All right, I'll be good.  I promise."

	"I know you'll be good."  I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

	I awoke about an hour later.  Stefan's hand was on my thigh and he
was grinning.  "Morning, sleeping beauty."

	"Mmmmm, we home."

	"Almost.  Looks like you were having quite the dream."

	"Hmmm?"  I followed Stefan's gaze down to the bulge in my pants.
"Dammit, Stefan.  Did you get me hard?"

	"Nope, you did it all on your own.  So what were you dreaming
about?"

	"I can't remember."

	"Uh huh.  You were dreaming of me, weren't you?"

	"Maybe," I replied with a sly grin.  "But, you'll never know for
sure."  I adjusted myself, and tossed my towel into my backpack.  Stefan
slowed the car down as we entered the city and took the turn-off for our
sub-division.

	Stefan yawned and rubbed his eyes.  "God, I'm so fucking tired."

	"Well, you should've let me drive," I said.  "Then you could've had
some dreams about me."

	"Nah, that's okay.  I can't sleep in a car anyway."

	Stefan pulled into his driveway and popped the trunk.  I got out of
the car and grabbed his stuff out of the backseat.  "Give me a call
tomorrow, beautiful."

	"I will.  Don't forget to use the salve."

	"Yes, dad."

	"Smart ass."  Stefan playfully cuffed me on the back of the head
and laughed at me.

	"You know it."  I looked up at him and smiled.  "You know, I want
to kiss you right here, right now."

	"I would love it if you could kiss me."

	"Sometime, somewhere, I'll give you one hell of a kiss."

	"Mmmmm, I'm counting on it."

	"Have a good night," I said slipping back into the car.

	"You too."

	I backed out of the driveway, and drove over to my house.  Once
safely in the dry garage, I grabbed my stuff and walked into the house.

	"Mom, Dad?  I'm home."

	"How was the drive?"  My mom asked, pulling off her apron.

	"It wasn't too bad.  I let Stefan do the driving, I was just too
tired to do it."

	My mom smiled and walked back into the kitchen.  "Are you hungry?
We had chicken for supper, and I can make you a sandwich if you'd like."

	"That would be great, but can you make me a couple?  I'm really
hungry."

	"Sure.  Is something up?  You seem really happy."

	"Thanks.  Um, no not really," I replied evasively.  I wanted to
tell my parents all about how much I loved Stefan, I really did, but I was
kind of shy and embarrassed.  "I've just been having fun at the lake."

	"I don't believe you," My mom replied.  She grabbed the chicken out
of the fridge and started making my sandwiches while I sat at the table.

	"What?"  I tried not to giggle.

	"You've found someone, haven't you?"

	"Mom!"

	"I don't want all the details, but you have found someone.  I can
tell."

	"Is that part of the motherly instinct?"

	"Yes, now be a good boy and tell your mom."

	"Okay, I found someone.  There are you happy?"

	"So who is he?"  My dad asked as he walked into the kitchen from
the living room.

	"You're just as bad as mom."

	My mom placed the plate with the two sandwiches down in front of me
and then sat at the table to my right.  My dad walked over to the table and
sat to my left.  I took a bite of my sandwich and then looked from Mom to
Dad.  "Okay, this is just freaking me out."

	I took another bite of my sandwich, ignoring my parents.  Before I
took my next bite, I rolled my eyes and quietly said, "It's Stefan, all
right.  I really like him."

	"But does he like you?"  My mom asked.

	"Yeah, he does, but you can't tell his parents or anyone else.
He's not out, and I don't want you outing him, like you outed me."

	"We didn't out you."

	"Yes, yes you did," I replied taking another bite.  "Stefan heard
you guys talking about Colin and me out on the deck before you went to
Regina."

	"Oh, Ian..." My dad started, but I cut him off.

	"It's all right.  Just be a little more discreet, all right?"

	"We will.  It's just so good to see you so happy," My mom replied
taking my hand.

	"Thanks, now can I finish my supper in peace?"

	"All right," My mom replied, standing up.  My dad smiled and
followed her into the family room.  I felt so good being able to tell my
parents a little about my relationship with Stefan.  Not that I was going
to tell them about our first night together, though.  There were just some
things that my parents didn't need to know.

	I finished my sandwiches and grabbed a handful of cookies from the
cupboard.  I sauntered into the family room where my parents were sitting
in front of the TV, watching Men in Black.  I collapsed onto the floor
between them.  "So what have you guys been doing while I was out at the
lake?"

	"Just getting settled, that sort of thing.  Your dad starts work on
Monday."

	"What are you going to do all alone in an empty house?"

	"There are a few things that I want to do around the house.  I'd
like to repaint the two upstairs bedrooms, and replace the carpeting.
After I'm done that, I'll probably fix up the master bedroom."

	"Didn't realize you knew how to lay carpet," I joked, taking a bite
of a cookie.

	My mom kicked me gently, "Smart ass."

	"What about you, Dad?  Have you gone into work yet?"

	"Nope.  I'm going to make my first appearance on Monday.  So,
besides working, what have you and Stefan been doing?"

	"We haven't been doing what you are insinuating.  We've just been
having fun at the lake.  You know, swimming, water skiing, that sort of
thing."

	"And what about Will?"

	"What about Will, Mom?"

	"Does he know about you and Stefan?"

	"No.  He doesn't know about Stefan and me, and we have no intention
of telling him.  Stefan doesn't think his parents will deal well with
having a gay son, so we are keeping things very private."  I turned around
and looked at my parents.  "So don't tell them anything, understand."

	"Don't worry, we won't tell a soul," My mom assured me.

	"Good," I turned around and finished eating my cookies.

	I awoke about an hour later, when my mom shook my shoulder.  "You
should go get some sleep.  Do you have anything planned for tomorrow
night?"

	"Stefan and I are going to go to a movie, but that's it."

	"Why don't you invite Stefan over for supper?"  My mom suggested
just a little too eagerly for my taste.

	"I'll ask.  His parents might want to spend a little time with him,
though."

	My mom nodded and smiled.  "But you should go to bed.  You look
beat."

	I groaned as I stood and stretched.  "Where are the cats?"

	"They've been spending a lot of time downstairs at night.  They'll
probably come visit you while you are sleeping."

	"Oh, good.  Night."

	"Good night."  Mom hugged me and kissed me on the forehead.  I
yawned deeply and walked into the basement.

	By the time I got to my room, the cats were rubbing against my legs
and meowing.  "Hey, Louis.  Lestat.  How are you two doing?"

	Louis looked up at me and yowled.  He really didn't like to be left
alone.  Lestat was more independent, walking away from me and jumping onto
the bed.

	I stretched again, and looked in the mirror.  My eye was no longer
black or puffy, and I almost looked normal.  Well, as normal as an albino
without hair dye, contacts or skin colouring looks.  I scratched my belly
and then pulled off my t-shirt.  My skin was still milky white, with no
sign of a tan.  I scratched my arm and smiled.  I didn't know what Stefan
saw in me.  I knew what I saw in Stefan.

	I smiled and blushed.  God, I had fallen hard for that boy.  I
undid the button on my jeans and pushed them to the floor.  Louis yowled as
I looked at myself in the mirror.  "All right, all right.  I'll spend a
little time with you."  I stepped out of my pants and pulled off my socks.
I lay down on the comforter of the bed, and scratched Louis behind the
ears.  Lestat, seeing the attention his brother was getting, hopped onto
the bed and meowed.  "Oh, that's how it works.  I scratch Louis behind the
ears and you'll come looking for a scratch."

	Lestat looked at me and closed his eyes.  I scratched Lestat's neck
and smiled at him.  "You're a good cat, aren't you?"

	Lestat gurgled and hopped off the bed.  I scratched Louis a couple
of times, and then he jumped off the bed.  I smiled and pulled back the
covers.
  I yawned again, and walked over to the light switch.  I sighed, and
walked over to the bed.  It was going to be hard sleeping alone again.  I
had gotten used to Stefan being near me.  I lay down on the cool cotton
sheets and closed my eyes.  If I couldn't be with Stefan, I'm sure he
wouldn't mind me dreaming about him.

	I awoke late the next morning when Louis jumped on my chest.
"Mmmm, Louis.
  Why do you always wake me up?"

	Louis just looked me in the eyes, and meowed, before jumping off
the bed and running from the room.  I groaned and rolled out of bed.  I had
my usual morning wood, but I ignored it and walked to the bathroom.  After
cleaning up a little so I didn't look like a complete freak, I went back to
my room, and slipped into a pair of Speedo's.

	"Ian, it's time for you to get up."  My mom yelled down the stairs.

	"I'm already awake, Mom."

	"Good, lunch is in about an hour."

	I walked up the stairs and into the kitchen.  "All right, I'm going
to go for a little swim."

	My mom looked at me for a second, and smiled.  "Your dad is doing
laps.  He's becoming quite the fish."

	"He always liked swimming though, didn't he?"

	"Mmmm hmmm.  The pool is the reason that we bought this house."

	I nodded and looked out at my dad doing laps.  "Cool.  I'll have to
race him."

	"Have you been wearing sun screen?  You're looking a little pink."

	"I ran out a couple days ago."

	"Ian, you know you have to wear sun screen all the time when you go
outside."  My mom walked over to a cupboard and pulled a bottle out.  "Turn
around and I'll put some on your back."

	"Yes, mom."

	My mom squirted some of the cool lotion into her hand and the
rubbed it into my back.  "I'll buy two or three bottles of sunscreen when
I'm out at the store this afternoon.  Don't forget to take them with you."

	"Yes, mom."

	My mom handed me the bottle and watched as I coated my arms, legs,
chest and face with the white lotion.  When I finished, I turned around,
letting my mom check me over.  "Did you want me to buy you some of that
zinc stuff for your nose?"

	"I don't like that stuff.  Can you buy some Solarcaine, though?"

	"You shouldn't need to use Solarcaine, Ian.  You should just use
the sunscreen, all the time."

	"I know, but sometimes I forget."

	"Don't forget.  You know you are at greater risk for skin cancer
because your body doesn't have the pigment to protect the skin."

	"Yes, mom."

	"I'll buy the Solarcaine, but I don't want you to rely on it."

	"Yes, mom," I said with mock exasperation.

	My mom smacked my butt and opened the patio door.  "Now, go have
fun."

	I giggled and stuck out my tongue.  "Yes, mom."

	I walked over to the pool and watched my dad for a few seconds
before I dove into the pool.  The water was cool but not cold.  Just
perfect.  I swam a few lengths, trying to keep up with my dad but he was
just too fast.  My mom was right.  He was getting into shape.

	When he took a break in the deep end, I began treading water and
smiled at him.

	"Can't keep up with the old man?"  My dad asked, trying to catch
his breath.

	"Nah, he's taller and a better swimmer."

	"Being taller doesn't make you a faster swimmer."  My dad pulled
off his goggles and let them float in the water.

	"Sure it does.  You've got a longer reach than I have, plus your
legs are longer and can move more water when you kick them."

	"Yeah, but you're in better shape than I'm in."  My dad held his
breath and dipped his head into the water.

	"Maybe, but not for long if you keep swimming."

	"Well, we'll see at the end of the summer."

	"So, what happens when the weather gets colder?  How do we drain
the pool?"

	"I've got to talk to the pool guy about that.  I think that what I
might end up doing, is pumping most of the water out of the pool into
rubber bladders and then using them to anchor a winter cover on the sides
of the pool.  I don't know though, he's got to take a look at the pool, and
then he can tell us.  I do know that I'm having a contractor come out and
enclose the deck."

	"Why?"

	"Because I want to install a hot tub that we can use all year
long."

	"That would be very cool, Dad."

	"I know.  But don't tell your mom.  It's going to be a surprise for
her birthday."

	"I won't."

	"But, I think I'm going to go shower off before lunch."

	"I'm going to do a few more lengths before I come in."

	"All right.  Don't forget to breathe out when your head is under
the water."

	"I know, I know."

	I did a few more laps and then had lunch with mom and dad on the
deck.  After lunch I had a quick shower and then invited Stefan over for
supper.  I spent the rest of the afternoon playing on the Internet.  By the
time he arrived, I was so excited I couldn't sit still.

	"Hey, Ian."

	"Hey, beautiful.  I missed you."  I stood up and ran over to
Stefan.  I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him on the cheek.

	"Hey, your parents are home."

	"They know about us," I replied, moving to kiss Stefan.

	Stefan grabbed my arms and held them tightly.  "What do you mean
they know about us?"  Stefan hissed.

	"I told them about us last night."

	Stefan pushed me to the bed, and got down in my face.  He was
holding me down on the bed and scaring me a little.  "Why would you tell
them about us.
  What if they tell my parents?"

	"Let me go, Stefan.  You're scaring me."

	"Why did you tell them?"  Stefan pressed me into the bed a few
times.  "Do you honestly think that they won't tell my parents that I hit
you?  That I hurt you?"  When Stefan raised his hand to hit me, I flinched
and spoke rapidly.

	"I didn't tell them that, I swear.  They said that they wouldn't
tell your parents.  Oh God, please don't hit me.  Please, I'm sorry
Stefan."

	Stefan's expression softened and he rolled away from me.  He leaned
against the wall and started crying.  "I'm sorry, Ian.  I'm so sorry."

	I sat up on the bed and looked down at Stefan sitting on the floor
and crying.  I stood up and walked over to Stefan.

	"I'm sorry, Ian.  I didn't mean to hurt you.  Oh God, I'm sorry."

	"It's all right.  I'm sorry, I shouldn't have told my parents
without asking you if I could first."

	Stefan looked up at me and shook his head, "No, it's all right.  I
was just so scared that my parents might find out.  I just can't deal with
them knowing right now."

	"It's all right.  My parents won't tell anyone."  Stefan looked
down at his hands and then back up at me.

	"I'm sorry about that, Ian."

	"It's all right, I forgive you."

	"But I hurt you again.  Why do you keep forgiving me?"

	"Because I love you, silly.  Besides, it didn't hurt that bad."

	"I think I need help, Ian."

	"Help with what?"

	"I need you to help me deal with my aggression."

	I nodded and smiled.  "I think you just took your first step by
admitting that it can be a problem."  I wiped the tears from his eyes and
took his hand.  "C'mon, let's go get cleaned up before supper."

	Stefan smiled and hugged me tightly.  "I love you, Ian."

	"I love you too, Stefan."

	After supper with my parents, who were remarkably restrained,
Stefan and I joined a bunch of people and went to the movie.  It wasn't
that great of a movie, but I didn't even care.  I was with Stefan and that
was all that mattered.

	I spent the next day with my parents, before Stefan and I got back
into the car and drove back to the lake.  I kissed my mom and told her and
dad that I'd see them in ten days when I had my next time off.  It was
going to be an interesting ten days.

Continued.