Date: Mon, 5 Feb 2007 21:59:44 -0500
From: ronyx <ronyx@woh.rr.com>
Subject: Love on Trial   Chapter 15

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Love on Trial Chapter 15



"What's going on?" I asked, stepping into the living room. My father
was pacing angrily around the room. He stopped and then walked over to
the bar and began pouring himself a drink.

"Chris is going to stay with us for a few days," my mother said
quietly, still holding Chris in her arms. I walked over and sat down
beside him. He reached out and grabbed my hand, squeezing it tightly. My
mother looked down, but didn't say anything. When she looked up, our
eyes met, and she gave me a knowing smile.

"I've known John since college," my father ranted from the other side
of the room. "I didn't realize he was such a jackass."

"What happened?" I asked. Chris squeezed my hand tighter.

"Not here." Dad left the room and I got up and followed him into the
kitchen. We sat at the table and he explained what had happened when he
took him home.

My father confronted Mr. Brewster about hitting Chris. It seems they got
into a big argument after that. Mr. Brewster didn't want Chris to be
gay, and he was very adamant about his feelings. He said he was just
trying to make him straight.

When my father mentioned that he had a gay son who he loved very much,
Mr. Brewster became even more upset. He told my father he couldn't
understand how he could accept me being gay. My father became enraged as
he told what happened next.

Mr. Brewster told him if he liked gay boys so much, then he could take
Chris with him. He told Chris to go upstairs and pack his bags because he
was leaving. Chris's mother tried to intervene several times, but he
wouldn't change his mind. Fearing that his father might harm him if he
did stay, my dad agreed to bring Chris home with him.

"What about Chris's mother?" I asked. "Surely she had something to
say about it."

"I don't think she knew what had been going on," said my father. "She
seemed completely stunned by everything. Besides, she seemed scared of
John. I doubt she'd have the courage to say anything, anyways."

"How long will he stay here?" I asked.

"I honestly don't know," he replied. "We'll just have to play this
by ear right now. I'll call Bernie in the morning and see if he has any
suggestions."

"Thanks, Dad." I walked over and hugged him. "I'm so glad you're my
father." He held me tightly for a minute.

We returned to the living room and I went over and took Chris's luggage
and carried them up to my room. A few minutes later he came walking in.

"Sorry," he said. "I don't mean to be so much trouble." I walked
over and hugged him.

"You're no trouble," I whispered in his ear. I held him a minute and
then said, " We'd better get to bed. It's late and we have school in
the morning."

He walked over and opened his luggage and pulled out a pair of pajamas. I
started laughing when I noticed they had big smiley faces printed all
over them. Realizing why I was laughing, he started blushing.

"No you don't!" I teased. "Smiley faces?"

"Shut up," he said and then walked across the hall to the bathroom. A
minute later I heard the shower start. I pulled down his bed covers and
smelled to make sure they were clean. I couldn't remember if my mother
had changed the linen the last time Jason had spent the night.

"Taylor!" Chris opened the bathroom door and shouted out. "I forgot to
get a towel."

I walked down the hall and took out two large bath towels. He was waiting
behind the door, trying to keep his body hidden from me. I handed it to
him; as he reached out, I pulled it back. When I did this, he almost lost
his balance. He took a step back and I got a good look at his naked body.

He was hot! His body was tanned and well sculptured, probably from many
hours of swimming and working out. When he had earlier given me a tour of
his house, I remembered seeing an exercise room in the basement. It was
obvious he had spent many hours down there.

"Damn." I said appreciatively as my eyes quickly wandered over his
body. He grabbed the towel and threw it around him, covering his four
inch flaccid uncut cock. My eyes went upward and admired his large, dark
nipples. His chest had just the right dusting of hair on it.

"Do you mind?" He frowned, as he quickly slammed the door shut. I went
back over to my room and sat at my computer desk. He walked back in a few
minutes later, wearing the smiley pajamas. I started giggling again.

"Shut up," he said. Then he slipped into the bed I had pulled back for
him. He lifted himself up on one elbow and looked at me.

"Now, it's your turn." He grinned.

"What?" I asked.

"You saw me naked, now I get to see you." My face began to blush
brightly. I knew he was teasing me, but it still felt awkward. After
seeing his body, there was no way I wanted to reveal mine to him. I
wasn't at all athletic, and never worked out. Big Macs had taken away
the toned look I had a few years ago.

"No way," I exclaimed. He gave me a pouty look and then started
laughing.

"Chicken" He said, as he began squawking.

"I'm not a chicken." I insisted. I knew as soon as I said it, he would
challenge me.

"Then prove it." He grinned. He had backed me into a corner. I had seen
him naked, so it was only fair that he should see me. Besides, if we were
going to be living together for a while, we might as well get the modesty
out of the way early.

"Fine," I said, pretending to be angry. "Have it your way." I took
off my shirt and threw it on the bed. I then toed off my shoes and
removed my socks. I looked at him, and then turned my back and pulled
down my pants, kicking them off. I was left standing in just my boxers.

From across the room, he began to whistle seductively. "Take it all
off," he laughed. I could feel my cock begin to harden. I started to
panic. It was one thing to get naked before him, but I didn't want him
to know that it was arousing me. He continued to whistle and shout for me
to get naked. The more he did it, the harder my cock grew. I looked down
and it was poking out through the slit in my boxers.

I took a deep breath and pulled down my boxers. I heard him let out a
small gasp as I exposed my bare ass to him. I leaned down and grabbed the
towel that was laying on the bed and then turned towards him. His eyes
were riveted to my hard cock. It was jutting out to its six inch length.

"Happy?" I asked.

"Hell, yeah," he said with a throaty voice.

"Well good." I said confidently. I then walked across the room and left
the room. I giggled when I heard him mumble, `hell yeah' again.

I thought about jacking off in the shower, but decided it would probably
take too long and then he'd know what I had been up to. After showering,
I toweled off and returned to the room with my boxers on.

I looked over at him and he appeared to be asleep. I turned off the light
and climbed into my bed. I kept looking at him, asleep in the other bed.
I was getting excited, realizing another boy was asleep in my room. Soon,
my cock was hard. I rolled over on my back and pulled down my underwear.
I then grabbed my cock and started stroking it. I knew I should have
gotten up and gone into the bathroom, but I was too excited. I reached
under the bed and pulled out my cum rag- like the one all boys keep
hidden under their bed.

I kept watching Chris as I masturbated to make sure he was still
sleeping. I stopped when he rolled over and lay on his side facing me. In
the faint light coming in through the window, I could tell that his eyes
were open. He could see me lying on my back with my cock in my hand. I
held my breath, not quite sure what to do. He had seen me playing with
myself!

He stirred again, and then rolled over on his back. I watched as he
lifted up and pulled his pajamas down. His cock sprang into the air. I
could see him look over at me as he grabbed his cock and started quickly
stroking it. I could tell that it seemed to be about the same size as
mine.

I reached down and started stroking mine as I watched him. His head was
tilted towards me as he pounded away on his.

After a couple of minutes he whispered, "I going to cum." This brought
me to the edge also.

"Me too." I whispered back. I watched as his body tensed.. I could see
thick ropes of cum spray up onto his chest. Seeing this made me cum. I
let out a low moan as cum erupted from my cock. We looked at each other
and started smiling. I cleaned the cum off my chest and stomach with the
towel. I pulled my boxers back up and got out of bed and tiptoed across
the room.

"Wait a minute." I whispered. I then went across the hall and got a wad
of toilet paper and went back into the room. I sat on Chris's bed and
handed it to him. He started cleaning the cum off him as I watched.

"That was fun." He said excitedly. "I've never done that before."

"Yeah, it was." I replied. I didn't want to tell him that Jason and I
had jacked off many times in the past together. He reached down and
started to pull his pajamas back up; but before he did, I reached out and
took his dick in my hand.

"You have a nice one." I said admiringly. It was the first time I had
seen an uncircumcised cock up close. Both Jason and I were cut. He
reached out and snaked his hand into the opening of my boxers. He felt
around and then wrapped his hand around my dick.

"You do too." I could feel myself hardening again with his hand wrapped
around it. We stroked each other a couple of times before stopping. I
leaned in and gave him a gentle kiss.

"Goodnight, Chris."

"Night, Taylor."

I tiptoed back to my bed and got in. I was lying on my side with my back
to Chris. I heard his bed rustling, and then seconds later my covers were
pulled back. I scooted over as he lay down beside me and threw his arm
over me, pulling me into him. He let out a deep sigh and within minutes,
we were both sound asleep.

"Wake up." I groggily opened my eyes. The sun was beginning to shine
through the window. "You boys need to get up and get ready for school."
My eyes flew open with the realization that Chris was wrapped around me
as my father stood over my bed.

"K, Dad." I mumbled. If he had looked closely, I'm sure I was as red
as a beet. This was the second time my father had caught us in a very
compromising situation. I heard the door close, and then nudged Chris
gently with my elbow.

"Chris," I whispered. "We have to get up." He muttered something, and
then pulled me in closer. I could feel his hard cock poking into my ass.
Suddenly, I began to curse the fact that we had school. I could have lain
in bed all morning, cuddled in Chris's arms.

"Chris." I gently rolled over and faced him. His green eyes slowly
opened, and I watched them focus on me. A smile began to emerge on his
face.

"Hey, you." I whispered. He leaned in and we began to kiss.

"Ew," he muttered. "Morning breath." We both broke out in laughter,
as we covered our mouths. He rolled onto his back, and I looked down and
saw the sheet was nicely tented. I started rubbing his erect cock. He
reached over and found mine, poking once again out of my boxers. I
reached into the elastic of his pajamas and held his warm cock. I rubbed
the tip which had begun to form precum.

"Mmmm," he moaned softly. I wrapped my hand around his cock and began
to quicken the speed. His eyes were closed tightly as I ran my hand up
and down his cock.

"I'm going to shoot," he moaned. I felt him erupt onto my hand,
coating it with warm cum. I continued to rub my hand over his cock, until
he grabbed my hand and begged me to stop. I reached under the bed and
pulled out my cum towel and cleaned him off. He watched as I gently ran
the towel over his stomach and chest.

As I did this, I could feel him wrap his hand more tightly around my
cock. I pulled the covers back and lay back, giving him a nice view of my
cock. I lay back as he continued to stroke me rapidly. I moaned when he
leaned in and licked the precum from the tip of my cock. I felt a warmth
encircle my dick, and I looked down and saw that Chris had about two
inches in his mouth. "Oh, God," I moaned louder. I quickly grabbed his
head and pulled him off, just as my cum erupted from my cock head. The
first volley hit my chin. Chris watched as the rest ran out onto his
hand.

"Cool," he looked up and smiled at me. "I've never seen another guy
cum before." He took the towel and cleaned me off.

Suddenly, there was a banging on the door. We quickly pulled the blanket
over us.

"You boys up yet?" My father hollered out.

"Yes, Dad!" I shouted. "We're coming!" Chris grabbed my mouth and
started giggling.

"What?" I asked.

"Do you realize what you said?" He laughed. It dawned on me what he was
talking about, and I started laughing too.

"We better get ready for school." he said, climbing out of bed. "You
want the bathroom first?"

"No, go ahead." I watched as he got out of bed and stripped off all his
clothes. I was watching in awe as he stood naked before me. He grabbed
his cock and shook it a few times, before walking out of the bedroom.

I can't begin to describe how I was feeling. I had just had sex with the
most wonderful boy in the world. My body was still tingling with the
excitement of what we had just done. I had dreamt for years of how my
first experience with a boy would be. After what had happened with Jason,
I felt that I had cheated myself from feeling the happiness of being with
someone else for the first time.

But being with Chris was a wonderful feeling. I was always afraid that I
would feel embarrassed; but with Chris it was- I don't know how to
explain it. I guess it was just perfect. Being with him seemed so
natural.

I was awakened from my blissful thoughts, when the door opened and he
walked back in with the towel wrapped around him. I crawled out of bed,
and dropped my shorts, standing naked before him. He looked over
appreciatively at me.

"I could wake up every morning like this," he smiled. "I don't think
I've ever been happier." I watched his green eyes grow misty.

"Me, too." I walked over and wrapped my arms around him. He relaxed
into me. A minute later he dropped his hands and started squeezing my ass
cheeks.

"Nice ass," he commented, as he continued to massage my butt. I reached
down and started massaging his though the towel.

"Yours ain't too bad, either," I said. I our cocks began to grow hard
again. I pushed him back and started walking away.

"We better stop," I said. "Dad is going to come in and get us if we
don't hurry up and get downstairs. I went into the bathroom and showered
and brushed my teeth. When I returned naked to my room, Chris was sitting
on the bed, with Jason sitting beside him.

My face reddened as I quickly wrapped the towel around me. Jason started
laughing. "Oh, you can walk naked in the room with Chris here, but not
me?"

I hurried to get dressed as Jason walked over to my bed and held up my
cum rag with his fingers. He dangled it out in front of him. He knew I
kept it under my bed because we had used it many times years together.

"What do we have here?" He raised a suspicious eyebrow. "What have you
guys been up to?" I looked over at Chris and I thought he was going to
die with embarrassment. I don't think his face could have gotten any
redder.

"Come on, Jason," I pleaded. "Don't." He watched as I looked
worriedly over at Chris.

He walked over and sat down beside him.

"It's alright, Chris," he assured him. "I'm happy for you two,
really." I saw Chris relax when Jason threw his arm around his shoulder.
He looked over at me and smiled.

"Let's go, Asswipe," he said. "I'm hungry. Your mom was making
pancakes when I came in."

We raced downstairs. We almost tripped over each other on the stairs,
pushing and pulling to get ahead. We were breathless when we reached the
kitchen. I almost fell over Chris when he stopped suddenly. He reached
around and grabbed my hand. I looked over my shoulder and saw a woman I
had never seen before sitting at the table .

"Mother," said Chris, squeezing my hand tightly. I walked up and stood
beside him. She looked down and saw our hands intertwined.

"Christopher," she said softly. "Are you alright?"

"Yes, Mother." He let go of my hand and walked over and kissed her on
her cheek.

"And you must be Taylor?" She looked up at me and smiled. I stepped
forward and shook her thin hand. She was a very small woman, but
extremely attractive. The first thing I noticed were her green eyes. They
were the same color as Chris's.

"Yes, Ma'am." I said politely.

She was immaculately dressed in a cream colored business suit. Her hair
was an auburn shade, but I suspected that she had the same color of hair
as Chris. She seemed rather shy, but friendly. I immediately liked her.
She didn't seem anything like Chris's father.

"Is there someplace that Chris and I can go and talk? Alone." She asked
my parents.

"Yes. You can use my office." My father got up and directed them down
the hall. He reappeared a minute later. We sat down and quietly began to
eat breakfast. Usually, breakfast was a bowl of cold cereal and a Pop
Tart with a glass of milk. This morning my mother had prepared pancakes,
bacon and eggs and toast. I guess she was trying to make a good
impression with Chris.

"This is really good," mumbled Jason with a mouthful of food. This
caused my parents to start laughing.

"Doesn't your mother feed you breakfast, Jason?" My mother asked.

"Not like this." He replied.

"Me neither." I said, which got me a disapproving look from my mother.

We were putting our dishes in the dishwasher, when Chris and his mother
returned to the kitchen. They were holding hands; and by the looks of
their red eyes, they had been crying.

"Is everything alright, Mrs. Brewster?" asked my mother as she took
Chris's mother by the arm and led her over to the table and poured her a
cup of coffee.

"Yes," she looked over at Chris and smiled. "Everything is fine now."

My mother took plates out of the oven that she was keeping warm and
placed them on the table. We sat and listened to her explain what she and
Chris had discussed.

She told us that until last evening, when my father confronted Mr.
Brewster, she had no idea what was going on. She knew there was tension
between them, but she just figured it was a normal growing up process a
boy goes through with his father.

After my father left with Chris, she said they got into a horrible fight.
When he said he never wanted to see Chris again, then she told him that
she was going to leave and take Chris with her. Realizing that he was
going to lose his wife and son, he relented and said that he would do
anything to keep the family together. She insisted that he get
counseling, and he agreed. She told him that if he ever mistreated Chris
again, then she would take him away and file for divorce.

She had come over this morning to see if Chris would agree to come home
and give his father another chance. After discussing it, Chris did agree;
but only if he would accept the fact that he was gay- and now had a
boyfriend.

Chris looked over at me for my approval when he said boyfriend. I broke
out in a wide grin and nodded. Jason stepped over and patted me on the
back.

Chris's mother decided that it was best that he stay home from school
and return home to have a family discussion. There were a lot of deep
wounds, and she felt that they should start trying to heal them
immediately. After stealing away for a few minutes to my room for a
goodbye kiss, Chris left for home, while Jason and I headed to school in
his car.

"Man, I didn't know all that was going on," he said on the way to
school. "Did you know about it?"

"Yeah," I informed him. "We talked about it yesterday, before you came
over."

We drove in silence for several minutes. Jason kept looking over at me. I
was looking out the window, worrying about Chris. I was hoping that he
could patch things up with his family, and hopefully lead a normal life.

"You got it bad, don't you?" Jason asked.

"What?" I looked over questioningly.

"You're in love, aren't you?" He grinned. "My boy Taylor has it bad.
Just look at you."

"Shut up," I said, shoving his shoulder.

He looked over knowingly and grinned. Yeah, I guess I did have it bad. I
was in love. It seemed weird for the guy, who I had been in love with for
years, telling me I was in love with someone else.

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