Date: Sat, 7 Jan 2012 21:37:16 -0800
From: Trevor Johnson <supertev699@hotmail.com>
Subject: Living a Lie Chapter one new story by Trevor Johnson

LIVING IN A LIE

CHAPTER ONE

THE BEGINNING

Written by Trevor

Editor Kent

Editor Jack


Please note this story contains boy-to-boy sexual activity and if you don't
enjoy this kind of story read no further.  This story is completely fiction
and any resemblance to anyone living or dead is wholly coincidental.  This
story may not be published, or reprinted, without the express permission of
the author


Jordon Foster fourteen years old and gay was missing somewhere in the wilds
of Saskatchewan.  His mother was worried, his father was worried. In fact
the whole tiny community of Headland Valley, with its population of just
over four thousand residents, was worried.

When his mother went to wake him, she discovered Jordan's bed hadn't been
slept in. She, Jennifer Foster called the RCMP in a panic.  His mom was
also a teacher at the local school and she alerted the principal that her
son was missing and it was doubtful if she would be at school today.

She then began calling all his friends to see if he had gone to their house
to maybe spend the night, although that was totally out of character.  No
one had seen him.  No one in the town had any idea that he was gay and
being in Redneck territory, that's the way he wanted it to be.

It took two young Mounties three hours to arrive; there being no police
presence for hundreds of miles in this remote part of Canada.

Jordon's mother was separated from his father, Freddy, who was a farmer
living about sixteen miles out of town and could best be described as the
main redneck in the area.  When she called to see if Jordon had gone out
there and to tell her ex-husband that their son was missing, the roar on
the other end of the phone said it all.

"What did you do woman to make him run away?" he roared.

"I did nothing!  I called out goodnight to him when I went to bed and he
answered me. That was the last I heard from him."

The Mounties took down all the details, but didn't appear too worried.
"Tell me ma'am did you have a fight or an argument of any kind over the
past few days?  "NO, we seldom fight or argue.  He's a good boy, even at
school and I know that because he is in most of my classes."

"What about his father, any problems there?"

"I don't think so, he gets on well with his father, certainly better than I
ever did." She answered.  "Look, this is a happy home.  I get on well with
my son and he gets on with me. So why aren't you out there looking for
him."

"Try to calm down ma'am; we have certain procedures to go through to make
sure we cover every angle. Now do you have a recent picture of Jordon that
we can use?"

She went to get one from her purse which was taken just a few months ago at
the school.

Handing it to the police officers they looked at it, both commenting on the
great smile he had.

They left to visit Jordon's father and also talk to some of the kids at his
school.  Asking his mom to make sure to call them if he returned home or
she heard from him.

Promising to do just that, the Mounties left.

The trip and meeting with Jordon's father was a total waste of time because
all he did was abuse them, but the school visit was more fruitful.

At first the kids were slow in coming forward with information until the
more senior officer said, "If you know something and your embarrassed to
say anything in front to the others then we will be in the principal's
office on our own during the break.

The bell rang for the lunch break and the two Mounties sat there going over
their notes which were not many when a knock came at the door.

 "Come in." The senior officer said and a thin freckled face kid dressed in
smart t shirt and jeans came in.  "Hi, come in and sit down."  Nervously
the kid sat on the edge of the chair while the two officers tried to put
him at ease.

"Let's start by having your name and once again I say, don't worry!  This
will not go any further than these four walls."

"Archie, Archie Rylands, I'm in the same class as Jordon and his best
friend."

"Ok Archie; ok if I call you that?" Archie nodded ok. "And what do you know
about Jordon's disappearance and why he's gone missing?"

"Last weekend it was my birthday and mom said I could invite up to fifteen
guys but no girls, because she said they cause trouble."

"I guess she's right there."  The senior officer said with a chuckle.

"Anyway my folks were having their party out in the yard and we were
inside. And, well err."

"I know Archie.  Someone smuggled in some booze, am I right?"

Another nod from our young man.  "Well, Jordon and I got a bit drunk. And
so did all the other guys.  Jordon asked me if I'd ever kissed a girl using
my tongue and I said no.  Well he said he'd like to try with me because
Betty the girl next door to his place wanted to try it.  So we did, but we
fell down on the floor, being too drunk to stand."

"I see and is that all that happened?"

"Well not really we were in the Kitchen later, when Jordon asked if we
could try again. So we did and this time the kiss went on a bit longer
until we both slid down to the floor again and broke off giggling.  A few
days later a couple of the older guys got me on one side calling me a fag
and gay and all those sort of words.  They said that they were gonna get
both of us and teach us a fag lesson.  I said we weren't gay, but that we
were drunk."

And would you be happy to give us those boys' names just so we can check
things out?"

Looking a bit more worried this time, Archie nodded yes. "And did they
carry out their threat?"

"No I told Jordon and he freaked out saying no one was going to beat him up
and I guess that's why he disappeared."

"Well thank you Archie you have been very helpful and we will keep your
name out of all our investigations."

"Oh that doesn't matter. Anyway, everyone in the town will know that I've
spoken to you by now."

The two officers made their way back to Jordon's mother and she told them
he hadn't come back or called.

"We have reason to believe that he has more than likely run away for fear
of being bashed up."

"I suppose Archie told you that during the lunch break and that could be
true because he is Jordon's best friend and they are close."

"Can you think of anywhere he might have gone to get away from those older
guys?"

"No, except he has an older sister who lives with her boyfriend near
Toronto, but how he would get there I don't know because he took no money
with him."

"What does Jordon do in his spare time, what are his hobbies?"

"Well, he plays basketball for the school, but once he's done his homework
he spends hours on his computer surfing the internet."

"Do you mind if we can have a look at his room and possibly his computer?"

"Yes I suppose so, if you think it will help find him."

"They went into the young man's bedroom which looked like any other typical
teenagers room, and the more senior guy began looking around while the
young one booted up the PC.

Meanwhile in Texas, in the so-called Bible belt, there was a thirty four
year old guy by the name of Miles Fortuna, who was getting a bit worried
because a newly found internet friend of his hadn't been on line for a few
days as he promised he would.

Miles is gay, over six foot tall with black hair and a trim, black
moustache, a construction worker by trade who currently was between jobs.
He lived with his mother who was a devout Baptist and she ruled with an
iron fist.

Over the years, Miles had several gay relationships, mainly when he was
living away on construction sites, but all had ended in disappointment and
hurt.  Just when he thought he was never going to find anyone else, one
night in a gay chat room he came across young Jordon and fell for his
enchanting smile.  Since then almost every night they had chatted on Skype
getting to know each other more and more.

The description went out to all police forces in Canada and North America
to be on the lookout for a fourteen year old by the name of Jordon Foster
who had blonde hair, blue eyes approximately five foot ten inches tall, of
slim build, last seen wearing light blue jeans, and a grey T shirt.

The two Mounties checking Jordon's room were surprised to see images of
naked men and gay porn on his computer and also some interesting
conversations on Skype.

Packing up the computer they carried it through to the living room telling
Jennifer Foster that they would have to take Jordon's computer back to
headquarters for examination.

"Why would you need to do that?" she asked.

"Just routine. In cases like this, we always like to check who the missing
person has been chatting to on the net."

Meanwhile Jordon Foster was cold wet and hungry having walked miles and
miles trying to get a lift away from this remote desolate region of
Northern
 Canada.  He's been trying without much success to hitch a ride but motor
vehicles on these roads were few and far between and didn't like stopping
for any one.  Finally a truck driver did stop and took him a good few miles
down the road but being tired Jordon fell asleep and when he did wake up
the driver had taken him so far out of his way that he had almost double
the distance to go.

Before throwing him out of the truck the driver sneered at Jordon and said,
"Dirty little faggots like you should be thrown in jail. All that
filth. You were talking in your sleep to some guy called Miles."

Trembling Jordon tried to get out of the cab but the driver had it locked,
"Oh Miles I wish you were here right now to fuck me, make me a man. You're
fucking sick you littler pervert."

He got out locking the driver's side before going around to the passengers
door opening it and dragging Jordon down before knocking him to the ground,
beating on him and calling him all kind of nasty unrepeatable words before
leaving him at the side of the road and driving off.

Jordon finally managed to drag himself away from the road to a desolate
barn were he found some rotten cabbage meant as swill for the pigs to eat.
Jordon looked back on his life and how being different in Redneck country
made it so difficult for a young gay teenager scared to admit anything to
anyone, not even his family.

He thought how stupid he had been to get Archie to kiss with him at the
party.  It was almost certain that they would be spotted by someone.

He began to think of his new friend Miles who he had met on the internet
just a few days ago.  Miles who was a kind caring man, who said he had
fallen in love with his smile.  He would love to be in Miles arms right now
and the thought of being cuddled by this well-built muscular hunk.

 "I suppose he's worried sick by now wondering where I am." He said
muttering to himself.

Road blocks had now been set up but still no sign of him because thanks to
that rotten truck driver Jordon was nowhere where he should have been.  The
boys who threatened Archie and Jordon with a bashing admitted that they
never carried out their threat, so that turned out to be a dead end anyway.

Back at RCMP headquarters the computer belonging to Jordon created some
interest especially the chats between Jordon and a Texan by the name of
Miles Fortuna.

The two investigating officers were told by their superior to contact the
Texas Rangers asking if they could pay Mr. Fortuna a visit.

 "Judging by the conversation he hasn't broken any child protection laws,
in fact he has been very careful in that regard, but obviously a bond has
been created between the two, so he might be able to shed some light on
were Jordon could be."

In fact Jordon was back on the road but had no idea where he was until he
came to a signpost which told him which way Toronto was.

He began hitch hiking again but it was almost two hours and beginning to
get dark when a young guy stopped for him.

Putting out his hand he said, "Hi my names Damien where are your headed?"

"Port Hope near Toronto, my sister lives there."

"I'm heading into Toronto and could use some company so sit back and
relax."

Thanking him, Jordon settled back in the passenger seat, deciding that he
must stay awake this time and make sure he didn't get taken in the wrong
direction like that truck driver did to him.

"What makes a young guy like you with no backpack or anything hit the
road?"

"Nothing, I just got the urge to visit my sister that's all, and if it's
all the same to you I'd rather not talk about it."

"Sure thing, trouble at home is it?"

Jordon looked at him as if to say mind your own business and Damien said,
"Ok I'll mind my own business."

"Feeling bad at about the way he had looked at Damien and shut him up
Jordon resumed the conversation.

"Do you live in Toronto?"

"Yes I'm a school teacher, I've just been to see the folks, my mom hasn't
been too well."

"Sorry to hear that Damien. What do you teach?"

"English and drama, at the school for gays, lesbians and transvestites in
Toronto."

That statement made Jordon take even more interest, "I didn't know they had
that kind of school in Canada."

"Yes, we usually have between thirty to forty students at any one time and
there is a waiting list for places because our funds are limited." He
paused looking towards Jordon and thinking before saying anything else.

"My gaydar tells me that you could be a potential pupil am I right."

Blushing Jordon nodded his head in agreement.  Smiling Damien said, "It
takes one to know one."

"You mean you're gay as well?"

"Yes most of the teaching staff are gay because we can relate to the
students better."

Damien went on to tell Jordon all about the school and how it was run, and
he could see that Jordon was very interested.  In fact Jordon was thinking
this was the place for him and trying to work out ways in which he could be
admitted without alerting his parents or anyone else in the town that he
was gay.

"If you're thinking of enrolling, remember your parents must agree and sign
the necessary paperwork so you have to come out to them."

"I don't think I can do that; not in the small community I live in."

They chatted back and forth as the miles clocked up and they got closer and
closer to Toronto.  Jordon opened up his heart and mind to Damien even to
the point of telling him about Miles in Texas.

Damien looked a bit worried when he heard about Miles, "Be very careful
young man when talking to older guys on the internet, there are some real
weirdos out there.  Has he suggested you go visit him?"

"No just the opposite I wanted to go down to Texas to meet him but he said
no.  I had to wait until I was legally old enough and before that he
wouldn't dream of having a relationship with me."

"Sounds like a nice sensible guy."

"He is and I would love to be with him right now."  Jordon blurted out
bursting into tears."

"Hey, come on young buddy, there's no need for tears. I guess you're really
hooked on this guy, but don't forget you have at least three years to go."

They were on the outskirts of Toronto and Damien asked if he wanted to go
to his sisters tonight even though it was very late or stay at his place,
and he'll take him in the morning.

The thought of staying the night with this hot looking guy was an offer he
couldn't and didn't want to refuse.

"That's settled then I'll just call my partner David on the cell phone and
tell him that we have a guest for the night, and to get the spare room set
up."

They drove into the garage of this very nice looking apartment and as soon
as we stopped and got out this cute blonde guy about five foot seven came
rushing up giving Damien a big kiss and a hug.  He then grabbed Jordon in a
hug kissing him on both cheeks.

"Hi I'm Bentley."  Jordon said hi before checking both these guys
out. Damien was straight acting while Bentley was a lot more effeminate
which didn't appeal to Jordon at all, but he liked the fussing over he was
getting from him as he prepared supper, and while showing him the bathroom
and finding some clean clothes for him which proved to be on the big side
but would do until Bentley washed and dried his own clothes.

Once he had eaten, exhaustion crept up rapidly and after goodnight cuddles
all round he climbed into bed and fell asleep right away.

Miles had taken his mother round to the church and helped her arrange the
flowers before he drove her home. As soon as they had eaten, he jumped onto
the PC to see if his new found friend Jordon was on line but no he wasn't
and he was beginning to worry hoping that nothing had happened to him.

It was about three thirty in the morning when he and his mother were woken
by a banging on the door.  Both of them wondered who the hell it was and
when they opened the door, standing there were two Texas Rangers.

 "What can we do for you officers at this late hour?" His mother demanded.

"Sorry to bother you ma'am, but we wish to speak to your son Mr. Miles
Fortuna."

"I'm Miles Fortuna officer what's the problem?"

"Do you know a fourteen year old boy called Jordon Foster?"

The blood draining out of his face Miles replied "yes."

"Have you seen or heard from him in the last twenty four hours?"

"No in fact I was worried about that and have been checking off and on all
day.  Why do you ask what's happened to him?"

"He has disappeared and the RCMP are anxious to locate him."

Miles mother had a puzzled look on her face but was also getting angry at
the questions being asked of her son. "Excuse me officers but what has all
this to do with my son, and why are you asking him these questions at this
time of the morning?"

"Just routine questions ma'am. Nothing to worry about, in fact why don't
you head off back to bed right now while we talk some more to your son?"

"I'm not going anywhere and leaving my son alone with you two. Who knows
how badly you might treat him? He's told you he hasn't heard from this
young man so why not just go away and fight crime or something."

"Don't worry mom just leave it to me. It's ok, and if I can help locate
this missing boy I will."

His mother went back to her bedroom mumbling to herself and Miles had a
horrible feeling that he would have a lot of explaining to do when the
Texas Rangers had gone.

He took them through to his room finding them room to sit before they
continued asking their questions.

"I would appreciate it guys if my sexual preferences are not broadcast
throughout the neighbourhood."

"Don't worry sir we will be discrete, all we are worried about is helping
the Canadian


Mounted Police find their man which in this occasion is a young fourteen
year old kid who has now been missing for close to two days with no idea of
his whereabouts."

Miles wasn't sure how much he should say about his and Jordon's
relationship, "Anything I can do to help I will officers, he is a very
vulnerable and lonely young guy right now not able to come out because of
where he lives."

"So we understand, the Mounties have his laptop and have looked at all your
messages between each other so we do understand your relationship with
him."

This set Miles into a real panic wondering if at any time he had
overstepped the mark, making himself open for arrest.

"Don't worry you're not in any trouble, but do you have any idea were
Jordon might be?"

"The only place he would go I think would be his sisters near Toronto or
here which I hope he isn't attempting to do."

"The Canadian police checked with his sister and he isn't there as yet, and
we will keep an eye open between the border and here for him.  He left with
no money, no clothes, nothing, so naturally we fear for his safety."

One of the officers looked at his partner and nodded, "In confidence Miles,
if I may call you that?  I'm gay and I know what it is like growing up in a
neighbourhood which doesn't understand."

While this admission from a Texas Ranger amazed Miles he admired the guy
for speaking out.  "Like you, I just hope Jordon is all right." Miles said.

"If you do hear anything please let us know immediately."

"Certainly that's the least I can do for the poor boy."

They gave Miles their card with the phone number for him to contact them if
he heard anything.  He showed them out, locked the door and was heading
back to bed when his mother's bedroom door flew open and she came storming
out.



"What's this about you communicating with fourteen year old boys who run
away?  What will the pastor and everyone else in my church group think if
they find out my son is chatting with young boys.  Are you gay or
something, because if you are I'll soon have that nonsense knocked out of
you."

"Mom I am not gay believe me. All I did was notice this kid in Canada
having problems with his life and I tried to help him.  I didn't want a
young fourteen year old maybe taking his life.  As it is, he has run away
from home because some of the bigger kids were going to bully him."  He
paused letting all that sink into his mother's brain before continuing,
"Now if that is being gay or a homosexual then so be it, and I don't want
to talk or hear any more about it ok?"

His mother stared at him dumfounded because he had never spoken to her like
that before, "If that is what you did, then I apologize son.  That was very
worthy of you and the Lord will thank you for it.  On the other hand I
still think you should see our church Pastor and receive some counselling,
but right now I think we should go to bed and try and get some sleep before
morning."

Jordon was wakened by sunshine streaming through the window and at first
wondered where he was.  The he remembered all that had happened over the
past couple of days.  He jumped out of bed and found his own clothes washed
dried and neatly pressed on the end of the bed.

The room had a bathroom adjoining it so He headed in to take a shower.

While in the shower he began to think about Miles and how he must be
wondering about him and maybe even worrying.  He began to get hard and
before he knew it he was jacking his six and a half inches of uncut dick
for all it was worth thinking about nothing or no one else except Miles.
When he shot his load it went right across the shower and began trickling
down the walls.

Totally spent he rinsed off before getting out of the shower and drying
himself off.  After getting dressed he headed downstairs towards the
kitchen and found Damien and Bentley sitting close together eating lunch.

"Well sleepy head has finally woken up and I guess he's hungry as well."
said Bentley.

"Come and sit down Jordon while Bentley fixes lunch for you."

"I can't thank you two guys enough for everything you have done for me."

"That's all right Jordon, we like to help out people in trouble but while
you're eating we have to work out what you're going to do and were you're
going to go."  Jordon hung his head down low, wondering just what was he
going to do.

"The police have got an all-points bulletin out for you right now and have
even interviewed your friend Miles Fortuna in Texas.  So you have some
decisions to make and fairly quickly."

Hearing that Miles had been brought into the scene really upset Jordon who
wondered what the hell had he done.  Tears formed as he spoke, "I never
intended Miles to get into trouble I love him too much and for harbouring
me I suppose you two will be in trouble as well.  I've made a total mess of
my life."  He broke down completely now sobbing his heart out.

Damien and Bentley both moved to his side to console him and Damien said,
"Hey buddy these tears aren't going to solve anything so come on cheer up
and let's try and make some decisions here."

Jordon, feeling just a little bit foolish apologized to the two of them.
"No need to say sorry, you're going through a bad time right now so let's
sort things out.  The way I see it you have a couple of options.  Either go
to your sister and sort things from there or we take you straight home now
to your mom."

"I think I'd like to go to my sister, we have always been close and she
will help me I know, I might even come out to her."

"Ok it's a done deal, let's get ready and go."

While they were heading for Port Hope just outside Toronto, Archie was
being questioned by some of his school friends on why Jordon ran away.
"How the hell do I know, I'm not his keeper.  It's some of you guys fault
for threatening to beat him up. He probably got scared, and took off, and
right now he could be hurt or even dead and it will all be down to you
guys."

After saying that Archie moved away because he was also upset that his best
buddy was missing.  Also worried were his parents naturally, and the RCMP
because it was now over two days and they had no sightings at all of him.
While the search had been extended it was with a lot of relief all round
when Jordon's mother rang police headquarters to tell them that Jordon had
arrived at his sister's home, and was safe and well.

Word spread throughout the community like wildfire and the question on
everyone's lips was why?  Miles had been calling the two Texas Rangers who
called on him every couple of hours seeking news and when they called him
to say that Jordon was safe he breathed a big sigh of relief.  He thanked
them for letting him know and also for their compassion and understanding
in keeping both his and Jordon's sexuality secret.

After his two saviours had delivered Jordon to his sister, they left
telling him that if ever he was in trouble or wanted someone to talk to
just give them a call.

One young lady in Headland
 Valley who was worried sick about Jordon was Betsy Merryweather, Jordon's
next door neighbour.  She has been in love with Jordon since her family
moved in next door to Jordon and his mother more than ten years ago.  They
used to play together in their backyards and like Jordon and his sexy
smile, Betsy has grown up to be an attractive girl, with long Dark hair,
brown eyes and the same sort of lovely smile that her neighbourhood
sweetheart has.  Betsy has always been in love with Jordon and while he has
avoided the general girlfriend boyfriend bit, that was Betsy's dearest
wish, that Jordon could be her's.

The good looks ran in the Foster family because Jordon's older sister
Veronica Foster was also a beauty, with very long light brown hair, hazel
eyes and that same tantalizing smile which would capture any man's heart
and certainly captured Roy's, her boyfriend. They had been living together
for two years now and were very happy.  She loved her brother dearly but
worried about the time he spent on his computer or I Pad when he should
have been mixing with other people.

She wasn't surprised that Jordon ended up at her place, she just wondered
what took him so long and the two young guys who dropped him off. She was
sure they were homosexuals.  "Jordon where on earth have you been?  We've
been worried sick about you.  I'd better call mom right away and put her
mind at rest.  What on earth made you run away like that?"

"I don't know, the whole place just got me down so much that I had to
leave, I had to get away for a while, but I'm happy to go back home now."

"Ok if that's what you want we'll drive you, but the RCMP's will want to
talk to you about where you have been?"

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Jordon explained roughly all that had happened to him since he left home.
He asked if he could use her computer but she told him not enough time
because they had to leave immediately.  On the way Veronica questioned him
more and more about why he left but he refused to elaborate on it any
further.  He also on the spur of the moment took the cowardly way out by
deciding not to come out to his sister or to anyone else for that matter.

They drove down the street of Headland
 Valley and most of the town's population had turned out to watch them
drive up to the house.  "How embarrassing." Was the only comment his sister
had while Jordon kept his eyes down not looking at anyone outside the
vehicle.

Once indoors his mother grabbed him in her arms hugging and kissing him so
tightly that it almost cut off his circulation.  "What on earth possessed
you to do a stupid thing like that Jordon?" His mother asked.

"I dunno mom, I was so depressed about living in this dump of a community
that I felt I had to get as far away as possible."

"But you didn't even take any clothes or money or even leave a note."

"Sorry mom. I won't do it again, I promise."

"Anyway all that matters is that you're back safe and sound.  The Mounties
will be here to question you shortly and they're not happy at the wasted
resources and time either."

The two Mounties who had been allotted the case arrived and asked if they
could interview Jordon on his own in his bedroom.  Reluctantly his mother
agreed and as they entered the first thing Jordon noticed was his PC
missing.  "It's alright Jordon we have your computer in the car and we'll
bring it in before we go."

That news really freaked him because they would have definitely seen his
gay videos and pictures and more than likely his conversations with Miles.
"Don't look so worried Jordon, yes we do know your little secret and no we
won't disclose the fact that you are gay to anyone else."

"Are you sure it won't get out?"  Jordon asked a little tearfully.

"No, it won't, and your friend Miles was interviewed and the same
assurances were made."

Jordon found it hard to comprehend just how thorough their investigation
had been. He was worried about his relationship with Miles thinking that
this might have put him off or got him into trouble with his mother.  The
two officers brought him his computer back and even hooked it up for him
before taking their leave after warning Jordon that if he pulled a stunt
like that ever again he would be in serious trouble.

True to her word, Miles mother took him to see the pastor of her church
explaining that she thought that he was sympathetic to homosexuals and
perhaps he needed to be shown the error of his ways.  This was the last
thing Miles wanted but for the sake of peace and quiet he had agreed with
his mother's wishes.

He found it difficult not to argue the point with the minister, but kept
quiet so that he could get away as soon as possible.  Anyway after several
bible readings and what appeared to be hundreds of prayers the pastor told
his mother that as far as he was concerned there was nothing to worry about
with her son Miles.

Miles smiled, happy that he had been able to fool the pastor into thinking
that he was straight.  As soon as they got home Miles headed for his room
and the computer, but all he could find on line was an old friend of his
called Fred Jenkins. Aged in his sixties Fred was a bit of a mystery guy
who preferred chatting to younger guys, yet there was no evidence of him
being a predator or a danger to young people.  He was a lonely old man who
had never had a serious relationship with either sex in his life, was sure
that he wasn't gay yet enjoyed chatting to gay people.

Until Miles started to tell him all about Jordon he didn't realise that
Fred also knew the young guy and had chatted with him on Skype and in gay
chat rooms.  Miles told Fred how he was falling in love big time with
Jordon and how he thought the feeling was mutual.  Fred pointed out that he
already knew this because Jordon had also confided in him. He also went on
to mention that he would have to be very careful what he said on line with
Jordon so he could stay out of prison.

They chatted on for a couple of hours mainly about this young guy with the
wicked dick hardening smile.  Miles kept checking to see if he came on line
but no such luck. He thought it strange when Fred changed the direction of
the conversation, "I think you should seriously consider changing your
position regarding this young guy."

"What makes you say that Fred?" Miles answered mystified by his tone and
manner all of a sudden.

"Let's face it he's fourteen and your thirty four, I think you told me.
This relationship will never last.  For a start you will both have to wait
at least four years before you can even be together never mind taking your
relationship further.  I can't see a young fickle teenager waiting that
long, he's sure to find someone closer to his age long before then."

Although he knew Fred was right he didn't want to admit it to himself,
"maybe you're right but I'm willing to give it a chance."  He was getting
sick of Fred's negative thoughts so he said goodnight and signed off, going
to bed to think of this beguiling young man with that special smile.

Miles had never had a nightmare in his life and it took his mom shaking him
vigorously to snap him out of it.  "Miles you were screaming and shouting
how much you loved this Jordon and wanted to be with him.  I'm sure you're
not gay, if you say you're not why are you shouting so even the neighbours
can hear how much you love him.  You're sick son sick and we must do
something about it."

"Mom for the last time I'm not gay, do you hear me I AM NOT GAY." By this
time he was yelling at his mother, something he had never ever done in his
life before.


"Mother I am thirty four years old, no longer a kid under your care and I
hate to say this but if you continue to hound me on this I will pack and
leave, that I promise you."

"You wouldn't go and leave you poor old mom would you?  I'm not as well as
I used to be and what would happen if I was taken sick during the night
which you know does happen from time to time. I need someone with me all
the time in case anything like that happens and you wouldn't want your
mother's death on your conscience now would you?"

While Miles thought that his own mom was a cunning old witch.  He knew she
was right and that she needed someone to take care of her and he was the
only one left in her life to do this.

"I love you mom and I will take care of you but just remember I need some
private time on my own. So I ask you, please think about me sometimes, and
not just yourself and your church."

"Alright son, I'm sorry for being in your face the whole time and will try
and give you more space as you younger people call it.  I need you to look
after me as I grow older, but I still worry that you might be turning gay."

It was difficult for Miles not to argue the point about this with his mom
but he decided it would be better to hold his tongue and bring this
dangerous conversation to an end, "Whatever you think mom." And he turned
over to try and get back to sleep.



Jordon didn't have time to turn on his computer before his mom called out
that he had a visitor.  Thinking it might be Archie he walked out of his
bedroom to find Betsy Merryweather his next door neighbour and good friend
standing there.  "Jordon we were worried about you, what on earth made you
take off like that?"

"I don't want to talk about it right now ok?"  Jordon's answer abruptly
took both Betsy and his mom by surprise because of the tone in his voice.
"Why don't you take Betsy into your room while I cook supper, you will stay
and join us won't you Betsy?"

"Thank you very much Mrs Foster I would like that."

In his bedroom they sat together on his bed and Betsy reached out to take
his hand. Squeezing it gently she said in what one could only term a low
sexy voice, "I love you Jordon Foster and I wish you would be my
boyfriend."

Jordon thought to himself that she had been watching too many daytime
soapies on TV to be talking in a voice like that, "I always thought we were
good close friends Betsy and anyway what's in a title?"

Betsy looked kinda disappointed so he continued, "If we added that
boyfriend-girlfriend tag to our friendship it would only cause the kids at
school to make a lot more out of it than it is."

"My mom says that we have been together for such a long time that we should
maybe become more romantically involved."

"Your mom said that?"

"Yes she's always believed that eventually you and I would get married and
make her a grandmother."

This began to freak Jordon out, this talk of marriage and kids was so way
off the map as far as he was concerned, yet he thought maybe he could
string Betsy along by being her boyfriend and keep the gay hunters at
bay. Except she would want their relationship to go all the way sexually,
and the thought terrified him.

"If you want to put a label onto our friendship then yes I suppose you
could say we are an item from now on."

"Oh thank you Jordon I do love you and you have made me very happy.  I
can't wait to tell the girls at school."  After saying that she flung her
arms around him kissing him on the lips and gently forcing her tongue
between his lips to begin massaging his own tongue.

Jordon broke away with a shocked look on his face not expecting that kind
of kiss from Betsy.  Just as she was coming in for seconds his mother
called out to tell them supper was ready. With a disappointed look Betsy
took Jordon by the hand leading him out of the bedroom to the kitchen
table. His mother raised her eyebrows and smiled when she noticed them
holding hands but didn't say anything.

Straight after supper he told Betsy that he would like an early night being
very tired from his hitch hiking ordeal. It was a disappointed young girl
who gave him a light kiss on the lips before saying goodnight, reminding
him that she will see him at school tomorrow.

Booting up his PC he quickly logged on, calling Miles on Skype and he
almost burst into tears when he heard Miles voice and saw his face. "Oh
Miles I've missed you so much I hope you have forgiven me for all the
trouble I must have caused you with the police and I expect your mother as
well?"

"Don't worry about that, the police were great and I managed to keep my mom
happy as well. The only worry was you.  What on earth made you take off
like that?"

Jordon went over everything that had happened including the drunken kisses
and the fight threat.  He then went on to tell him about the truck driver
who deliberately drove him in the wrong direction and then dumped him and
then his two good Samaritans who helped him get to his sisters.

"Don't you ever do anything like that again understand?"

"Yes Miles I understand and I promise that won't happen again. Changing the
subject Jordon told him of the gay school in Toronto and his friend Roy who
is a teacher there.

 "I would love to be able to go to a school like that and be with my own."

Miles tried his best to talk Jordon out of that idea for selfish reasons
only, because he wanted Jordon for himself even if it meant waiting four or
maybe more years. Jordon's mom called out for him to get off his computer
and go to bed. So they continued their conversation on his I Pad which
meant all they could do was type.

They both continued chatting about all sorts of things but avoiding any sex
talk because Miles was sure after what the police found about the two of
them someone would be bound to be logged on to the both of them.  In fact
round about two in the morning Miles began to realise that he was only
getting the odd answer back from his young friend because he was half
asleep.  Wishing him goodnight and promising to chat again tomorrow they
both hung up.

His mom woke Jordon the next morning and reluctantly he crawled out of bed,
he was still feeling sore and bruised from his escapade as he headed for
the shower were as he soaped himself all over he began to think of Miles
and before he knew it he was jacking his cock for all it was worth shooting
load after load over the shower walls.  He then realised that he hadn't
done that for a few days and it felt real good.

After breakfast he headed outside dreading going back to school, knowing
full well all the kids would be talking about him.  Betsy was waiting at
the gate for him and after giving him a quick kiss she grabbed his hand so
they could walk together to school.  While having a girl attached to him
wasn't really his thing, he realised it would be a good decoy and a cover
up for his true emotions.

Betsy made a point of letting all the other girls at school know that
Jordon was her man and hands off. He was able to get away from her when
just before the bell rang, Archie came up asking to talk to him in private.
"Sure Archie let's go find somewhere more quiet." Jordon suggested.

Once they were on their own Archie said, "What happened man, why did you
take off like that?"

"I didn't want to get my ass kicked by those guys who saw us err, doing you
know what."

"Well running off didn't work because they are sure that you are guilty by
doing that and are after you still. They believe you are a fag and are
going to teach you a lesson."

That really freaked Jordon out especially when he realised all he had gone
through over the past few days was a waste of time. "I'm not gay, I wish
everyone would realise that and leave me alone.  What do I have to do to
prove this, fuck Betsy in front of the whole school?"

Archie began to laugh at that remark, "I'd pay good money to see that
happen."

"Well you never will buddy. Can you talk to these guys and convince them
that they're wrong?"

"I tried that already.  They think you are the one that started it and
because I was more drunk than you, you took advantage of me."

"But that's not true and you know it."  The conversation went on and
ongoing round in circles but getting nowhere at all.  The bell rang and
they went into class and true to form all the kids were staring, pointing
and whispering behind their hands about him.  This is going to be a long
stressful day, Jordon thought to himself.

By lunch time the talk behind his back had dropped off a bit but some of
the older guys kept making `fag' remarks whenever they past him and a
couple of the bigger jocks past him in the corridor and pushed him into the
wall so hard that he fell to the ground.  Betsy came rushing up yelling at
them, "Why don't you guys pick on someone your own size instead of picking
on younger kids?"

"Oh, oh listen to the `fag hag' standing up for her fag boyfriend, and what
are you going to do fagot lover?" One of the jocks said.

"If I was a guy and just as big as you are, I'd put you on your butt, which
wouldn't hurt you because it's so friggin' big."

This brought a laugh from the kids who had gathered around, which only made
these two guys even madder.

"What's going on here?" A voice behind the crowd said and everyone began to
move away to reveal the school principal standing there.  Jane Littlewood
had been principal of this small but well run high school for more than
twenty years. She was getting close to retirement age but didn't really
want to go because she loved her job.  Grey hair tied up in a bun on top of
her head and dressed in a white blouse and long black pants she always
looked neatly dressed.

"I say again what's going on here?"

The two jocks began to look worried because fighting in school was
something that wasn't tolerated at all and they knew detention was on the
cards for sure.

Jordon spoke up first, "I slipped and fell and these guys were just about
to help me up."  She looked at him not believing a single word but he kept
insisting that was all that happened.

"Ok, then let's break up the crowd and get to classes and I'll be keeping
an eye on you two because I don't think Jordon is telling me the whole
truth."

Relieved that they had been let of the hook as the Principal walked away
they helped Jordon to his feet.  "Just because you got us off the hook
don't for one minute think that made us `fag' lovers because it don't."

As they walked away Betsy grabbed his hand saying, "Are you really ok
lover?"  those words made him want to shudder but he didn't say anything.
"Why did you let those guys off the hook, they needed to be punished for
what they did?"

"They would just have come after me more than ever and I would have been
gotten even more."

After school Betsy walked along with him, again hand in hand.  She had been
the envy of all the girls at school who looked upon Jordon as a good catch
and she made a big fuss of him whenever they were in a crowd.

"Mind if I come in for a while, my mom's out and we could do our homework
together?"

While he really wanted to get onto the internet and call Miles he had to
agree for the sake of keeping up the image that he loved girls. "Yea that's
ok I guess."

After fixing a snack they headed for his bedroom and it was obvious by the
way Betsy sat so close to him that homework wasn't really on her mind.  She
leaned forward to kiss him and as soon as their lips touched her tongue
found its way into his mouth.  He tried to pull away, but she put one hand
behind his neck so that they were locked together. He found his own tongue
had a mind of its own and returned the favour, plus he was very surprised
that his dick began to harden.  Betsy could feel his solid six and a half
inches against her thigh and this excited her even more.

Still locked in a kiss, her hand crept down to his thigh and then went
slowly up to begin gently rubbing his cock.  Puzzled Jordon found that he
was getting very excited by her hand and tongue movements, but what
happened next was the ultimate.  She unzipped his jeans removing his cock,
breaking off the kiss she moved down his body to take him in her mouth.
She appeared to be an expert and Jordon thought she's done this before.
After licking his shaft up and down she took it all into her mouth slowly
sucking on his pole until all too soon he felt his juice rising up from his
balls and the next thing he knew he was shooting into her mouth.

Betsy gave a yell pulling off his cock right away before dashing to the
bathroom. He wiped his cock on a tissue before putting it away and all the
time he could hear his girlfriend coughing and spluttering and gargling in
the bathroom.  When she finally came back into the bedroom he could see she
was angry.

"Don't you dare do that again Jordon Foster, that's gross; you should have
warned me so I could pull off."

She began gathering her things and heading for the door, "I'm sorry Betsy.
Being the first time that's happened to me, it all happened so quick, I
couldn't get the words out."

Little did she know that he was thinking of Miles at the time and was
determined to fill his mouth with his own juice.

"I don't care, that was gross," were her last words as she stormed out
slamming the bedroom door behind her.  He was just about to call Miles when
his mom called him for supper.  After washing his hands he went into the
kitchen and his mom said, "Betsy left in a hurry did you two have a fight
or something?"

"No she remembered something she had to do at home for her mom." Jordon
said.

His mom didn't believe a word of it but accepted his explanation.  After
supper he was washing the dishes when the phone rang.

It was Archie and judging by the tone in his voice he sounded scared,
"Jordon, can you meet me behind the school gym right away I have something
important to tell you right away?"

"I was about to do my homework can't you tell me over the phone?"

"No it's best if I see you on your own."  Jordon had a strange feeling
about this but he agreed to meet him in fifteen minutes time.  He told his
mom that he was going to see Archie and wouldn't be long.

Walking down the road to the school he had a feeling that he was being
followed, yet when he turned around he couldn't see anyone.  There wasn't a
lot of light behind the gym and has he turned the corner, he called out
Archie's name but there was no reply. He felt the hair on the back of his
neck rise as he shuddered with fear.  This wasn't right and he should get
out of here quick. Turning to run home he ...


To be continued.


Writers Corner:

Welcome to my new story and first an apology for not posting this last week
as promised.  I read through the finished chapter and it putting it bluntly
it was crap.  If I was a reader I would have read about six pages and no
more.  Jacob and I pride ourselves on writing what we hope are quality
stories and that chapter wasn't up to standard.

I threw that chapter out and started again from scratch and I hope you read
it all the way through and enjoy it. The scenario for this story is sadly
all too true with many young guys out there finding it difficult to come to
terms with their sexuality.

Now let's look at this first chapter.  Jordon is scared, and with the
threat of a beating he decided to take off rather than face the music. The
coward's way out? What do you think? The trip to his sister's place near
Toronto didn't quite work out as he planned but finally he got there thanks
to a couple of gay guys he met on the way.  As the story goes on these two
guys will play an important part in shaping Jordon's life.

The other important guy in his life right now is Miles, his Texan fiend who
he is madly in love with.  This is a dangerous situation and could lead to
trouble.  Then we have Fred a bit of a mystery man.  More about Fred in
later chapters.

As with all our stories we welcome your e-mails, comments and plot
ideas. So please let us know how we're doing.

Hugs

Trevor

trevor@jacobmillertex.com

Check mine and JPG's stories at http://jacobmillertex.com



Editor's Corner:

Having seen the first version of this first chapter, I agree with our
author that the second write is much improved.  This one involves
international police RCMP and the Texas Rangers so it is clearly an
international story!  As the story goes along, there could even be
questions of jurisdiction and which sets of laws should be followed.  Who
knows?  It clearly adds a new context for us readers to contemplate.

Trevor has lived in Australia for many years, but is now here in the USA.
Thus he, himself, brings an international perspective to his work.  I will
do my best to help him catch any "Aussie" words that we might not
recognize.  For example if he talks about the "outback," I will remind him
that in my rural USA childhood, outback was where the outhouse was
located---even in some of the small towns!

I am ready for chapter 2 as I want to know what happened when "he turned
around to run home...."  Please share you predictions with Trevor and with
me.  We both are interested in your ideas.

Kent D. (sw OHio area) Kent@jacobmillertex.com



Jack's Corner:

As both Trevor and Kent have said, the first draft that was sent to us
editors was just that, a draft. It was ok, but certainly not up to the high
quality standard established in both Jacob's and Trevor's other stories.
Starting out with a bit of intrigue sure got my attention and I hope kept
you, the readers, on the edge of your seats. I know it kept and held my
interest.

I did not find many "Aussieisms" so whatever were there, it appears Kent
took care of them.  I did find a few Canadian phrases and like Kent, did
not change them for they lent to the authenticity of the Canadian settings
of rural Canada and urban Toronto.

What a tormented character Trevor has created in Jordan. I just can't help
but feel Jordan's pain and isolation. It is no wonder that his depression
along with the threat of an attack by the jocks caused him to run away.
The survival instinct kicked in.  Jordan had no one to turn to, to talk
with.  He is after-all, just fourteen yeas old.

Along the way to Toronto, we met a couple of guys and I think they will
play a very important role in Jordan's life.  I like the idea that there is
a school in Toronto for openly gay students to attend.  It would be great
if such a school was not needed, but there is just too much self-righteous
bigotry and hate in society all over the world.

I am curious about what Trevor has in mind for Miles.  I also wonder if
that gay Texas Ranger will appear again and perhaps help Miles with the
"mother" situation.  What role will Betsy play in Jordan's life.  Lots of
questions.

Finally, who will Jordan meet up with at the school?  Archie does not seem
to be around.  So, who will Jordan run in to. He is frightened and his
survival instincts are telling him to run, but ...  We will just have to
wait till the next chapter.

Jacob's influence is apparent and I think has helped Trevor fine tune his
writing skills.  In these short few months that I have been editing for
Trevor, I have observed a wonderful transformation in his writing.

With the upcoming holiday weekend quickly approaching, I just want to wish
everyone a very Happy Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, or whatever holiday season
you are celebrating, "Have a Happy."  Share your love with your family and
friends and always remember those who are alone with no one to turn to, or
those like our hero, Jordan.  He is surrounded by others, yet is alone and
isolated in his own way.  Say a prayer for them, and if you are able, open
your homes and hearts to someone, invite them to share your table and offer
them your friendship.  In return, you will be thrice blessed.

Until next time, write to us and let us know what you think of this new
story.

Hugs,
Jack

jack@jacobmillertex.com

http://jacobmillertex.com