Date: Thu, 15 Aug 2013 02:07:14 +0000
From: David Lee <dlee169@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Metamorphosis of Jeremiah Long, Chapter 25

The Metamorphosis of Jeremiah Long, chapter 25

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The Metamorphosis of Jeremiah Long, Chapter 25

With the swimming season over and second term off to a good start, Davy and
Jon had a little more time to pursue other activities at church and school.

When they served at the Sunday night meals program, they were pleasantly
surprised to find that Wyatt and Jesse were there too.  The college
freshmen had come home for the weekend and wanted to help.  It was lucky
that they did because some of the volunteers didn't show up for one reason
or other.  Wyatt and Jesse knew exactly what needed to be done, so the cook
was very pleased to have them.

When there were slow times in the serving line, they got caught up with
each other's lives.  Second semester was even better for Wyatt and Jesse
than first despite taking heavier loads.  They planned to graduate within
four years and with extra credits.

They were pleased to hear about their younger friends' pursuits in school.

Both Jon and Davy had joined the computer club that met before school three
days a week.  Jon had grown up having had a computer for as long as he
could remember.  Todd used to say that he had cut his teeth on a mouse.

Davy was relatively new to the field, but was making up for lost time.
Together, they were trying to create a game that could be entered into a
national contest.  The winning one would be purchased by major company and
put into production.  The next best 10 entries would receive scholarship
money.  It could be both fun and rewarding.  Even if they didn't place,
they would still have the experience of creating something new.

They were also considering going out for spring track.  They had nearly
abandoned the idea because of the man who would coach them was not an easy
guy to work with, but when he suddenly dropped that part of his contract
and Vin picked it up, they changed their minds.  Vin had run track in high
school as well as being on the swim team.  He knew the various activities
that fell under that umbrella, and he was a heck of a nice guy to work
with.  Practice was at least a month away, and the boys were looking for
something else to get involved in.

----------

A poster in the foyer on Monday morning nudged them toward another
interest.  It advertised a Valentine's Day party and dance sponsored by the
Gay/Straight Alliance.  The event was open to anyone in the school who was
interested in attending.  There would be a DJ and plenty of food.  A
student could come alone, with a date, or in a group with other friends.
It was mostly a social event to help people get acquainted with others they
might not know, and thereby promote understanding and camaraderie among all
the students regardless of their orientation.

Davy mentioned it at lunch and about everyone at their table thought it
sounded like a fun event.  Willa said she'd like to go as a "herd," like
they often had, because she would feel more comfortable being there with a
group she knew already.  It didn't mean she wouldn't circulate, but she
liked the security.  The rest agreed that would be fine.

Davy and Jon arrived in pink shirts and black slacks.  A number of other
guys wore similar outfits, but some had red instead of pink or white
instead of black.  Most of the girls came in colors that were associated
with the day as well.  When it was time to dance, the floor was a colorful
place indeed.

As the administrator on duty, Dr. Campbell took the microphone before the
DJ started.

"Ladies and gentlemen welcome to the St. Valentine's party sponsored by the
gay/straight alliance.  I'm pleased to see so many of you here.  As with
all dances, you are expected to have fun and enjoy the evening.  However,
whether you're a straight couple or a gay couple, you need to act
appropriately in public.  Dancing is not an excuse to engage in activities
that are better left for the bedroom, if you know what I mean, and I'm sure
you do.  Anything that is deemed overtly sexual will get you sent home.
I'm sorry to have to bring this up, but we've had a few problems at other
dances this year.  Now, Tommy Jones from Q102 is going to start off with a
Justin Bieber hit, `Boyfriend' from `Believe.'  Take it away, Tommy!"

"May I have this dance?" Davy asked Jon.

"Of course, my love," Jon bowed.  "Isn't it great to be in a situation
where we can dance together without creating a scene?"

"That's for sure!"

A few boy/girl couples were on the floor already, but Davy and Jon were the
first same-sex pair to dance.  However, about two minutes later they were
joined by a number of others, among those were Mark and Joe.

Willa and Jenna started out together on the next number, but cut in on the
guys halfway through.  That was great fun, because several students seemed
mildly shocked that they would do that.  At times, there were several mixed
couples doing a line dance as a group.  A lot of laughter accompanied their
efforts.

When they stopped for a break, Bradon and Jenna brought a tray of drinks
and goodies over to the table for everyone.  Megan saw them together and
scowled, thinking they were there as a couple.  She didn't speak to either
of them.

"If looks could kill, you'd be a dead man," Jenna giggled.

"She probably has a voodoo doll at home that looks like me." Bradon grinned
back.  "I'd better be careful she doesn't get a lock of my hair."

"Don't worry; I'll cast a good spell around you.  Boy, you must have really
ticked her off."

"Or maybe she ticked me off," Bradon said with an arched eyebrow.

"That's possible too," Jenna agreed.  "Now you know why I don't want to get
involved in high school.  But I wouldn't say no if someone like you asked
me out in college."

"Hmm, I'll keep that in mind."

Everyone seemed to have a good time, and no one got kicked out.  One couple
was intertwined a bit more than was acceptable in polite company, but they
backed off when Dr. Campbell got their attention and shook her head.  The
boy was the type who tended to test authority figures, but he had been in
the weight room to witness how she took Reed down.  He suspected she'd do
the same to him if he crossed him and decided not to tempt fate.

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It was their week to sleep at Jon's house, so Brent dropped Davy and Jon
there after the dance.  The house was quiet, with only a couple of dim
lights illuminating their way.  When they stepped into Jon's room, Davy got
a big surprise.  It was lit by several scented candles and there was
romantic music playing softly.

"Wow!" Davy exclaimed.

"Yeah, the effect is even better than I had imagined."

"You didn't do it?"

"Well, most of it, but Jim put on the final touches because I was running
late.  Would you like to take a shower before we climb between the red
satin sheets?"

"Yes!"

They showered military style, getting wet, soaping up, and rinsing off.
Naturally, they spent quite a bit of time massaging the lather onto each
other's skin.  When it was time to rinse, Jon adjusted the shower wand to a
setting which included both spray and vibration.  He used it all over
Davy's body and then concentrated on his crack and perineum.  Davy gasped
as the throbbing water hit the portal to his chute.

"Oh, oh, oh, if you keep that up, I'm gonna lose it!"

"Okay, I'll let you rinse me off.  We don't want this to be over before it
begins!"

Jon was soon lost in the same sensations.  Although they'd done this before
it was still a thrill, and one which they tended to save for special
occasions lest it lose its effect.  Having his lover do this to him was
awesome because he didn't know for sure when his most sensitive areas were
going to be stimulated.  He also had to have Davy back off before it was
all over, literally!

They patted each other dry with big fluffy towels and then embraced nude
while kissing deeply.

"God, you can nearly make me cum without even touching my dick!" Davy
panted.  "I'll bet you could if we could hold out that long without
yielding to temptation and taking matters into our own hands."

"You think if I used my tongue on your crack long enough it would put you
over?" Jon asked with a smirk on his face.

"Probably.  It was pretty hot when we did it last summer, but I really
don't want to cum that way right now.  I want it sooner, not later!"

"Let me start with it to get you warmed up," Jon pleaded.

Before long, Davy was on the bed with his cute butt in the air and Jon was
taking a few swipes across his rosebud.

"Oh man, that's better than the shower wand for sure!  Oh, oh, oh, oh.

Let me return the favor before I pop."

"You don't have to."

"Yes I do!"

Jon was as wild about it as Davy had been.  He writhed and squirmed and
finally suggested they turn around in a 69 position in order to stimulate
on another at the same time.  They licked everything within reach,
perineum, balls, and phallus.  Finally, they swallowed each other's cock as
far as they could while still playing with the other's crack.  From then to
blastoff was a short countdown.

When their time of kissing and cuddling was nearly complete, they dragged
their bodies out of bed to hit the bathroom and then to blow out the
candles before retiring.  It had been a wonderful Valentine's Day.

----------

The sermon on Sunday morning was about loving families.  Pastor Ted
reminded the congregation to honor their fathers and mothers as was written
in the commandments.  It was the kind of message which made several people
stop to think about sending a note or email to their parents, and made a
few feel guilty about neglecting them.

On Sunday afternoon, several of the boys vowed to spend quality time with
their dads instead of each other. It wasn't that their fathers had
complained, but each boy in some way wanted a bit of bonding.

Davy had been pondering over his father and mother's relationship from time
to time, so today seemed like a good chance to discuss it.

"Dad, I've been thinking about how things were before you came back into my
life.  In fact, about how things were before I ever came into yours as your
charming offspring.  You and Mom are so different; I don't understand how
you ever got hooked up.  You've never talked about it and she certainly
didn't."

"I guess it's something she and I would both be happy to forget, but I'm
willing to fill you in.  Is there anything in particular you're curious
about?"

"Yeah, you're so cool and open-minded and she's so far right religiously
that I don't see how you ever ended up married to each other.  Did you meet
at church or did someone set you up?"

"Well, it's a little complicated, but here goes.  She was a very pretty
girl when we met in college.  She was a little on the wild side after she
had broken away from her family and her church.  She rejected the entire
scene and wasn't sure she believed in God at all."

"Seriously?  I can't even imagine that!"

"Yes.  She would barely consent to attending church with me, and I was
going to a very inclusive place which welcomed everyone.  She wasn't even
sure she wanted a church wedding, but gave in because it was important to
me."

"Wow!  What happened to change that?"

"It was after you were a little boy and I had started to admit to myself
that I wasn't cut out to live the straight life.  When I began trying to
come out to her, she contacted her mother again.  Her family insisted that
I was evil and convinced her that she had brought all the problems on
herself by deserting her faith.  They got that evil minister, Iverson, to
do some kind of exorcism-type thing on her.  It consisted of hours of
having the elders lay their hands on her and pray for her soul.  There was
chanting and singing and weird stuff from what I've heard.  After that, she
not only swung back, but went toward an even more extreme position than
before.  She's continued to go that direction ever since."

"I remember when she started taking me to that church," Davy frowned.  "I
was into all of it so long that it must have erased my memories of how
different things were before.  I guess when a person's so young; it's
pretty easy to brainwash him into the way they want."

"But it really didn't take on you, did it?  You were already questioning
before you knew what kind of person Iverson was and before I came back.
So, I'm guessing those early years did make a difference in the long run."

"It was partly the memory of you that did it," Davy insisted.  "I'd look at
the picture of you that I hid and I knew all the negative things she said
about you couldn't be true. Then when I entered puberty, my body simply
couldn't help questioning what I was being taught about my sexuality.  That
fire burning in my loins had to be dealt with.  I began to doubt what I'd
been taught even more after I discovered how to use the Internet at the
library.  I could feel myself changing.  If she had known, she would have
stopped me and said I was going to the dark side, but to me it was walking
into the light!"

"Are you happy now?"

"You know I am!  I have you and Brent, Jon and Joey and a whole extended
family.  How could I ever feel bad about that?  It's like I've come out of
confinement, like breaking out of a shell.  I love you, Dad!"

"I love you too, Davy Boy!"

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"Dad, can we watch a documentary together?" Joe asked Brent.  "There's a
special report today about a group of teenage boys who broke away from a
cult.  I'd like to see it, but it would be good to have someone with me."

"Sure, Davy and Brock are occupied this afternoon and I'd love to keep you
company.  Would you like popcorn to munch on, or would that trivialize the
subject matter?"

"Popcorn would be great!"

A few minutes later, the two of them sat down on the sofa in front of the
big screen TV just before the program started.

The content turned out to be more difficult to deal with than Joe had
imagined.  The narrator warned that the graphic images coming up might be
too upsetting for some viewers to watch.  When photos were shown of one
boy's back after his father had beaten him, Joe's eyes filled with tears.
It was a painful reminder of his own ordeal.

Brent put an arm around his shoulders and nudged him closer.  Then he put
one of the accent pillows on his lap and encouraged Joe to lay his head
there.  The room wasn't chilly, but he pulled the afghan from the back of
the sofa to spread over him as a symbol of comfort and protection.  Joe
snuggled in.

"Shall I turn it off?"

"No, I need to see it; I'll be okay.  Dr. Troxel said he thought it might
be beneficial for me to see the program because it would be, um, I think
the word he used was `cathartic' and he thought I might want to join the
support group that those boys have started on the `net.  He said it's good
for kids like me to know I'm not alone and that there are others like me
who have also recovered and are doing well."

"I guess he's the doctor, so he should know.  I don't want anything to
trigger nightmares."

"The other guys will be there for me if it does."

Toward the end of the documentary, there was a scene of the three good
looking boys, shirtless, shooting hoops in the driveway of their foster
parents' house.  The main boy in the story introduced himself and the
others.

"When we started working on this project, it was assumed we'd want to
remain anonymous, but things have changed since then.  I'm John.  This is
my brother, Bob.  And this guy is Bart, my boyfriend.  Part of the reason
Bart and I were more severely beaten was because we didn't get `cured' by
all the religious ritual crap they put us through.  Bob would have been
spared, but he stood up for us.  He's a wonderful big brother!

So, the point of sharing our stories is that we want you to know if you're
being abused for your beliefs or lack of them, or your orientation, it's
not right!  You don't have to put up with it.  There are people who will
help.  Just call the number for the hotline that's scrolling across the
bottom of your screen, or use the email address that's also there.

If you're a survivor of abuse, we'd also love to hear from you.  You might
be interested in becoming a peer counselor to reach out to others like us.

As you can see, we're living the good life now.  There IS hope and we can
help you find it."

"Well at least it ended on a positive note," Brent said.

"Yeah, I guess they have it almost as good as I do."

"Uh, from the look of that home, I'd say their foster parents are better
off than we are by a lot."

"I'm not talking money, Dad.  I'm talking love.  No one could feel more
love than I have!"

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Like the other fathers, Phil expressed surprise that his sons chose to
spend Sunday afternoon with him instead of their buddies.  Mickey had gone
in to work right after church, so her men folk had the rest of the day for
bonding.  They got into some interesting discussions while the boys both
kicked his butt playing video games.  Most of their serious talking took
place during breaks because they were all competitive players.

"Both of you boys make me very proud," Phil told them during one of their
down times.  "I can't imagine having better sons."

"You say that even though I'm gay?" Mark said.  "I know you've accepted it,
but are you really proud?"

"Of course I am.  You are a fine young man in all respects.  You're bright
and athletic, but beyond that, you're an honest, caring individual.  I'd be
as proud if you were average or below.  You're my son!"

"But what about grandchildren; I'm not likely to give you any of them in
the natural way."

"What matters is your happiness.  If you have kids that's good, if you
don't, that's okay too."

"What if I don't have any either?" Bradon asked.

"The same applies to you.  Have you given up on girls after your experience
with Megan?"

By way of answer, Bradon merely shrugged.

"Are you in love with Micah?....  Oops, I shouldn't have pried into your
person life."

"Honestly, Dad, I'm not certain.  I know I love him, but I'm not sure I'm
in love with him.  Does that make any sense?"

"Yes it does.  I have friends of both sexes whom I love, but not in the
same way as I love your mother."

"Yeah, but you probably don't dream about making love with them –
especially the guys."

"You're right, but I wouldn't judge anyone who did."

"That's so cool!  So, you'd accept me if I did decide to marry Micah
someday?"

"Of course I would."

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Jon's afternoon with his dads was the least dramatic of all, but a busy
one.  The three of them made a huge batch of chocolate chip cookies to take
to the Sunday evening meals program.

Wyatt had texted shortly after church that the cooler the desserts were
kept in had failed unbeknownst to anyone and the contents had begun to
mold.  Jesse and he were going to make as many cookies as they could by
4:30.

On hearing that, Jim hurried to the store to buy already prepared cookie
dough that could be baked quickly.  They used cookie sheets and pizza pans
so they could bake the next batch the minute the first ones were done.  At
exactly 4:30 when the doors opened, all the guys brought in the results of
their labor.  The cook hugged them when she thanked them for their
generosity.

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"Spencer, you have visitors," the nurse said as she ushered Davy and Jon
into the dayroom where he was seated at a computer.

"Cool!" he responded, rising and hugging both of them warmly.  "I'm really
happy to see you and I do thank you for forgiving me.  I was a real
son-of-a-bitch to out you to the whole cafeteria.  I would take it all back
if I could."

"I'm glad you've changed your mind about trying to get even with us for
something we honestly didn't do, but it's worked out okay," Davy assured
him.  "Maybe it was for the best for us to have been booted out of the
closet.  We haven't lost any real friends and we're a lot more relaxed if
our hands should touch when we walk down the hall.

But let's talk about you.  You look great! This place must be working for
you."

"It is!  I've been off the pills long enough that I don't crave them
anymore.  I'm not sure how strong I'd be if temptation came my way, but I
don't plan to associate with the people who could lure me back into them.
I think I can stay clean if I have a change of scenery."

"That's smart," Davy agreed.  "What are you planning to do when you're
released?"

"At the end of spring semester, I'm heading west.  Grandpa has offered to
have me live on the ranch.  He's a very understanding person.  I can get my
high school diploma easily with on-line studies in Montana because they
offer lots of things for kids in outlying areas who aren't able to attend
regular schools.  He's also gonna build a nice cabin for Billy and me to
live in."

"Wow, does he know how you feel about each other?" Jon asked.

"Yup!  He has guilt feelings about how he treated my uncle who is gay, and
he's vowed to make up for it.  I didn't even know my Uncle Ben was still
alive until recently.  My dad always said he'd died in Afghanistan, but it
turns out he's living with his partner in San Francisco.  I'm gonna get to
meet them.  Dad is furious that his own father would help us be together,
but there's nothing much he can do about it.  I mean, he could try to force
me to stay here, but he can't stand the sight of me, so it would be harder
on him than on me."

"I hope it all goes well for you," Jon declared.  "Billy better appreciate
you!"

"He does, and I appreciate him.  He's a wonderful, gentle lover who can do
things that make my body sing!"

"It needs to be more than a physical thing if it's going to last," Davy
cautioned.  "You need to have common interests when the fire doesn't burn
as brightly as it did at first."

"Is our fire going out?" Jon asked.

"No, and besides, we're as close as brothers already and you know it."

"I feel the same with Billy," Spence assured them.  "He's strong and kind,
hard working and dependable.  We both love animals and nature.  I think we
could be happy, just the two of us, living on the land even if we never
came in contact with civilization for the rest of our lives."

"That's cool," Davy smiled.  "You're convincing me that you've found what
you want.  I'm betting you can go without drugs in that case."

"I know I can!"  Spence averred.  "I'm not saying I'll never smoke another
joint or drink a beer, but I know I won't have to numb my mind with
addictive shit."

"So when are they going to spring you from here?"

"Next week, if I don't screw up.  I'm working hard and keeping up with my
assignments, with the help of a tutor, so I won't lose any credits this
year.  Um, when I come back to school, can I hang around with you guys?
I'm scared about sliding back into old habits if I'm around guys like
Reed."

"He was expelled.  Didn't you know?"

"No, I haven't heard from any of them.  I think they were afraid I had
narked on them and wouldn't come up to see me.  What happened?"

Jon filled Spence in on how Davy had defended himself against Reed's
bullying and how Dr.  Campbell had put him down when he tried to attack
Vin.

"Once again, I'm so sorry I outed you guys.  It's all my fault!"

"Nah," Davy said, "A prick is a prick.  He would have figured out something
else to use as an excuse to go after me or anyone he figured couldn't
defend himself."

"He sure thought wrong in your case!" Jon grinned as he put an arm around
Davy's waist and drew him near.

"Well, that's one asshole I won't have to worry about.  There's still his
brother and Pete and Jimmy."

"They've been pretty tame since Reed got the boot, especially Gunnar.  It's
like he's had a come-to-Jesus meeting with someone."

"Let's hope his dad kicked his sorry ass.  I think he could be okay." Davy
chimed in.

"You always pull for the bad boys; I think you have a crush on him," Jon
teased.

"Does that mean you're pulling for me?" Spence asked.

"Yup!" Davy replied.

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Author's notes: I'm back from my time off and trying to catch up with the
story line again.  Thanks for the emails from several of you while I was
gone.  The list includes: : Jim W, Ott H, Walter Sz, Tony W, Roger L, Walt
S, Mendy D, Vern, Wayne, Scott W, Bill K, Paul R, Bill T, Tom A, Bill C
(Zeke), Trish R, and Paul F.  As always, I hope I didn't miss anyone!

David