Date: Thu, 7 Mar 2013 20:32:16 +0000
From: David Lee <dlee169@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Metamorphosis of Jeremiah Long, chapter 5

The Metamorphosis of Jeremiah Long, chapter 5

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The Metamorphosis of Jeremiah Long, Chapter 5



The next day, Mavis wondered if she'd been too hasty in throwing out her
only son in anger.  When he had declared his desire to live with his
father, it had really struck a nerve.  Here she had provided for all his
needs and kept him from the world for nearly 14 years and he'd turned
against his faith and her.  (She conveniently forgot about all the child
support payments Brock had been obliged to send.)  She turned for comfort
to the passage that had been the basis of Pastor Iverson's message the
previous Sunday, Mark 9:47.  It read: "If thine eye offends thee, pluck it
out.  It is better for thee to enter into the kingdom of God with one eye,
than having two eyes to be cast into hell fire."

Certainly that applied to offspring as well.  Jeremiah had reached the age
of accountability and had not been sanctified.  He had chosen the "dark"
path.  God would expect her to cast him out, wouldn't he?  Still, her house
and her heart were empty at the moment.  Could there yet be a way to redeem
him?

On top of her personal turmoil, there was the revelation that her beloved
pastor was in jail without bail on charges of child pornography!  She
really couldn't believe it was true.  Had Jeremiah set the man up?  Had he
turned against Pastor Iverson because of being possessed by the Devil?  If
that was the case, should she have had the elders perform some kind of
exorcism to cast Satan out?

Despite her belief in Iverson's innocence, she was aware that the news
media mentioned other boys coming forward who claimed to have been used by
the minister in producing pornography and in pleasing other men.  Were they
all lying?  Of course, Fox was the only news one could really trust, and
this story hadn't reached their news desk.  There were conflicting stories
going around town, most of them bad, and it was very unsettling.  Mavis
liked things to be black and white.  She decided to call Elder Markel for
advice.

----------

A few days later, Davy awakened with a start.  He'd been sleeping so
soundly that he hadn't immediately responded to his alarm.  His stuffy nose
had kept him awake longer than usual the night before and he hadn't had as
much sleep as he would have liked.

He slid out of the cozy bed he was sharing with Jon and headed to the
bathroom.  Remembering where he was, he didn't bother to hide his
nakedness. If Todd happened to see him, neither one of them would be
embarrassed.  Again he thought about how freeing it was not having to wear
clothes all the time.

After taking care of his biological needs and brushing his teeth, he
hastily pulled on yesterday's shorts and T-shirt without rousing Jon who
was so dead to the world that he didn't respond to Davy's hand on his
favorite part.  Davy smiled and let him go on slumbering.

The sun was barely up and there was a bit of chill in the air.  Davy knew
he wouldn't be cold once he started pedaling his bike on the route.  In
fact, he'd be sweating before he was finished.  He looked forward to a warm
shower (hopefully with Jon) and getting dressed in fresh clothes, or
perhaps hanging around naked for a while.

Harry was waiting for him when he arrived at the drop point.  They
conversed while the man helped him fold his papers.  Davy told him about
going to live with his father in another month, and also asked him to call
him "Dave" or "David."

"Okay, `Dave' it is.  That was my brother's name and it's a good one.  So,
if you're living with your dad, does that mean you'll be moving away?"

"Nope, I'll be in the same general neighborhood."

"Great!  I don't want to lose my best carrier."

"Well, um, Dad wants me to quit.  He doesn't like me out alone in the dark
– especially when winter comes."

"I can understand his concerns, but I do wish you'd stay on."

----------

Davy was about halfway through his route when a white SUV came so close to
him that he had to head for the parkway to avoid being hit.  In the
process, his bike went down and his bag of papers went flying.

"Oh, I'm sorry," the driver said as he hurried back to where Davy was
lying.

"Let me help you."

Davy recognized him as an elder from his church, so he accepted the apology
without a second thought.  The next thing Davy knew, he was struggling and
then everything went black.

----------

Jon sat bolt upright in bed feeling like his name had been called.  He'd
just had a terrible dream – more like a nightmare.  His imagination had
been working overtime ever since Brock had talked about that "Johnny" kid
from central Iowa.  Where was Davy?  Oh shit!  Jon had overslept.  He
hastily grabbed yesterday's shorts, tank top, flip-flops, and his new cell
phone as he ran to the garage to get his bike.

Having helped with deliveries several times, Jon knew about where Davy
should be by that time.  He raced toward Mr. Winters' house as fast as he
could.  What he saw was Davy's bike and papers on the ground and a white
vehicle driving away.  His mind quickly shifted into the problem-solving
mode.  Being the son of a policeman, he'd learned to be observant.  He
memorized the letters and numbers on the license plate and pushed his dad's
number on speed dial.  Instead of stopping to talk, he kept following the
SUV that was quickly disappearing ahead.

"Dad! I think Davy's been kidnapped.  I'm chasing a suspicious SUV, but

I'm losing it.  I'm headed south on Rock Road near Seventh Street.  It's
white and the license number is 341 N, as in Now, O, as in Oak, B, as in
Bastard.  You got that?"

"Yup, I'll put a call through to the station and then contact Brock.
Please be careful, Son!"

Jon was elated that his dad didn't question his gut feeling, but reacted
quickly.  Speed was important!

Despite feeling a bit out of breath, Jon kept going as fast as he could.
He got to an intersection where the light was red, but saw no one coming,
so he ran the light.  No sense slowing down when there was a hill ahead.

A few minutes later, he got his second wind.  He'd long since lost sight of
the white SUV and prayed that it hadn't turned off somewhere.

Something told him it was logical to keep going straight ahead because this
was a main street leading toward the Interstate.

He was sailing along so fast he nearly missed seeing a large white vehicle
parked by the Kum & Go.  He turned into the drive so quickly that he almost
lost control on a bit of sand near the curb.  He hoped he wasn't making a
mistake.  No, he wasn't.  There was a white SUV, and the plate matched!

Jon came to a stop near the back on the passenger side of the vehicle.  He
peered though the darkened glass to see Davy lying in the fetal position
behind the rear seat.  What could he do to save him?

In a flash, it came to him that he needed to disable the vehicle somehow.
But how could he do it?  The glint off the metal valve stem cover on his
front tire caught his eye as the rising sun hit it.  Of course!  With that
cap he could unscrew valve stem cores and flatten the tires.  That would
surely disrupt the kidnapper's plans.

He had just removed the core from the wheel closest to him when a lady
parked her car beside him.  She yelled at him, but he still managed to get
the valve stem core out of the front tire too and throw it before she
reached him.

"What are you doing to Elmer's car?" she demanded.

"Look behind the back seat," he told her without answering her question.

"Oh my God, we have to call the police!"

"They're on their way.  If you know this guy, can you help stall him?"

"I'll do my best."

"Hi, Elmer!" she said sweetly to the man who was coming out the door with a
large coffee in his hand.

"Hello, Joan.  Nice to see you, but I'm in a hurry – no time to chat –
gotta get to work."

"Not in this car," she said.

"What do you mean?" He frowned.

"Come look at your back tire."

"Fuck!  What the Hell?  The front one's down too.  I must've run over bunch
of nails at a job site."

"If you need to get there quickly, you can borrow my car," Joan offered.

"Yeah, I need to get out of here fast!  Give me your keys."

"Okay, give yours to my nephew here," she said pointing to Jon.

Elmer held on to his keys while Joan fumbled in her purse.  She came up
with a small canister of pepper spray which she unloaded directly in
Elmer's astonished face.  He dropped his coffee and his keys as he screamed
in pain.

"Help!" Joan yelled to two burly construction workers who were coming out
of the convenience store with their morning coffee.  "This man is a
kidnapper!"

The two men set their coffees down and roughly threw Elmer to the concrete
just as a police car pulled into the drive.  By then, Jon had grabbed the
man's key ring and pressed the button to open the rear hatch of the SUV.
Everyone there could see Davy's bound figure.  As Jon began to remove the
duct tape from his hands, several people had their cell phones out
recording the scene.

The moment Davy's hands were free; he pulled the tape off his mouth and
kissed Jon's cheek.

"Oh God, I'm so glad you found me!" he cried.  "How did you know?"

"It's a long story.  Are you okay?"

"Yeah, a few more minutes and I'd have passed out again.  I could hardly
breathe through my nose with my sinus congestion."

"Son, Son, what's going on?" Todd's voice came from Jon's cell phone.

"Oh, sorry, Dad!  I dropped the phone in the excitement.  We're fine thanks
to a gutsy lady and a couple of big workmen."

"Is that Officer Watson?" a policeman asked.

"Yup, that's my dad!  Hey, I remember you, you're Officer Rankin."

"That's me, but call me Jim.  Anyway, may I talk to your dad?"

"Sure."

"Todd, this is Jim.  All is well here, but the kidnapper is a bit worse for
wear.  The boy, Davy, says he's okay, but should probably be checked by a
doctor.  And I gotta tell you; you've got one ballsy kid!  From what this
lady was telling me, he's a hero."

"Joan's the hero, Dad," Jon insisted when he got his phone back.  "If
anyone has balls, it's her!  Oops, I think she overheard me."

"I consider it a compliment, young man!" Joan laughed heartily.  "I don't
mind being in the same club with you."

"Did you hear her, Dad?"

"Yeah.  Don't look now, but Brock, Brent, and I are here too." Todd said as
he pulled his car to a stop a few yards away.

The three men jumped from the car to hug the boys.  Davy, who had been
holding it together up to that point, cried copious tears in his fathers'
arms.  Jon hung back after he and Todd broke their embrace.  He didn't want
to intrude.  But, Brock motioned him over so that all three of them could
wrap Davy in their love.

"I'm sorry to be such a baby," Davy said sheepishly.  "My grandfather would
have my hide for acting like that."

"Your grandfather is a misguided sexist old goat!  Wait `til you get to
know my dad.  He's not afraid to show his emotions," Brock assured him.

"There's no shame in giving vent to your feelings as long as you don't kill
someone in the process.  It's not healthy to hold things in."

"Thanks, Dad.  You're the best – you too, Brent!"

"What about me?"  Jon asked with a grin.

"You're the bestest of the best!" Davy exclaimed.  "I'd probably have been
killed or worse if you hadn't found me.  That pervert kept talking about
what they were gonna do to me and how they were gonna film all of it.
There's a lot of very sick people out there!"

"That's for sure," Todd agreed as he joined them again.  "We're going to
want to interview both of you at length like we did before and then I want
Dave to be checked over in the emergency room.  I'm going to call in a few
markers and make sure he doesn't have to wait hours in line to be seen."

"Oh Jon, can I use your phone?" Davy asked.  "I have to call Harry to tell
him about the papers.  Some of those people will be upset if they don't get
them soon.  It's way past time."

"Of course," Jon answered, handing over his new mobile.

"Harry, this is Dave.  There's a problem and the papers aren't delivered."

"Dave, I'm so glad you're okay.  Don't worry about the papers.  Mr. Winters
called me right after he called the police.  He witnessed the whole thing.
He even helped me deliver the rest of them."

"Oh Harry, that's so cool!"

"I've got to call him immediately.  He's been a wreck worrying about you,
Son."

"Thanks, Harry.  Be sure to tell him I thank him too!"

"Will do."

----------

Davy told his dad he could go back to work, but Brock wouldn't hear of it.
He could barely imagine the trauma his son had been through and he was
going to be there for him every minute he could.  They did manage to
convince Brent to go to work, although he wasn't eager to leave them.  He
finally relented when Brock suggested someone should tell their boss in
person what had happened.

At the station, it took quite awhile for their statements to be taken and
signed.  Jon joked that being "debriefed" was the correct term because it
seemed like everything, including their underwear, had been checked.  Todd
reminded him that more than one serious crime had gone unpunished because
some seemingly minor detail hadn't been attended to.  Both boys realized
they had done something important and necessary.

In contrast, Davy's physical examination at the hospital was brief.  The
chloroform the kidnapper had used wasn't very strong and didn't seem to
have done any damage to Davy's lungs, but the doctor did advise having him
checked again in a month.  By the end, Davy was exhausted anyway, and both
boys were ravenously hungry.

Brock took them to a steak place where he told them to order anything they
wanted.  Both of them had a small steak and lots of grilled veggies.  Brock
was surprised and pleased that they ate a fairly balanced diet even though
it was high in red meat content.

"What would you like to do after lunch?" Brock asked his son.

"I just want to sleep.  Could you take us back to Jon's house so we can
nap?  We'll be okay, I promise.  You can go to work and salvage part of
your day."

"I'm not sure I'll be able to concentrate, but I'll let you two `rest' if
that's what you want.  Uh, do you and I need to have a talk about safe
sex?"

"Da-a-a-d!

"I'm not judging; I'm just asking.  Can you at least tell me if I'm correct
in assuming that you guys are more than buds?"

Davy looked at Jon who nodded enthusiastically.

"I know we're awfully young, but I have a real crush on your son." Jon
admitted.  "I hope you're not mad."

"No, I'm not angry.  I just want you guys to be safe.  If you decide to
include anyone else in your fun, be sure to play safe."

"I'm not gonna mess around," Jon assured him.

"Me neither," Davy seconded.  "I'm not doing it just for the thrill.  Jeez!
I can't believe I'm having this conversation with an adult, much less my
dad!"

"It's okay; I DO understand," Brock assured him.  "Does your dad know,
Jon?"

"He knows I'm gay and he teases us about planning our wedding, so I suspect
he's not in the dark about what we might be doing."

"Good.  I think if you're honest and open with us, you'll find that we're
your allies.  Todd appears to be a great father."

"Yeah, he is," Jon enthused.  "I've always said he's the best dad in the
world, but I think you're giving him competition."

"I can only hope to be a runner-up," Brock smiled.

----------

After Brock dropped the boys off, he went to work to catch up on a few
things that he felt couldn't be put off.  His boss came in to ask about
Dave, since Brent had apprised of the situation and he had followed
developments as they unfolded on the news.

When he saw how haggard Brock looked, he told him to go home and rest.
Then he went to the next cubicle and told Brent to go with him.

"I've sent husbands home to take care of their wives and wives to take care
of their husbands; I don't know why I can't do the same for you so you can
see to your husband.  Perhaps you can cook him his favorite meal or
something.  He's been through a real shock as you well know.  I saw part of
it on the news."

"Thanks," Brent said.  "I'm going to take your suggestion and make comfort
food.  In fact, I think I'll make it for Jon and his dad too as well as
Brock and Dave, if they haven't got other plans."

"Is Jon the boy in the video taking the duct tape off of Brock's son?"

"Yes it is.  I wonder how the footage got all over the media before the
police officially released it.  I'll bet someone's butt will be in a sling
if they can find out who did it."

"I'm sure it was from some bystander's cell phone.  Everyone's an amateur
reporter these days.  I doubt it will jeopardize anything in the case."

----------

The boys were barely home before they were in bed.  They left their briefs
on so they wouldn't get distracted from their quest for sleep.  It wasn't
long before both were deep into dreamland.  At the moment it was probably
the optimum treatment for the stress they'd been through.

Actually, the best cure came after they woke up 45 minutes later.  Jon
sensed Dave was awake and cupped the bulge in his underwear.  That was all
it took to make the bulge grow bigger.  Soon they were wrestling around on
the bed.  Not long after, they were rubbing together naked and heading for
release.

When their orgasms subsided, they felt even more relaxed than they had
after their nap.

"Do you think two punk kids can fall in love?" Jon asked in a serious tone.

"I do, but I don't think they can know how deep their love can become until
they've been together for a while.  I hope you're talking about us."

"I am.  Do you think we're in love?"

"I don't know about you, but I know it's more than just being horny for me.
I mean, what we just did is awesome and I love getting off together, but
you're becoming part of me in here." Davy said, thumping his fist against
his chest for emphasis.  "I'm not sure how else to put it.  I've never felt
like this before with anyone else – not that I've had any real
experience."

"Me neither.  I've only jacked off with someone else and never felt
anything for them other than we were doing something fun together.  It
wasn't like I wanted to be with them all the time like I do with you.  I
told your dad I had a crush on you, but I know it's a lot more."

Having said that, Jon took Davy by the hand and led him to the shower.

----------

After Brent got Brock settled in their bed, he called Todd to make sure he
and Jon would be available for dinner.  When he mentioned what he was
making, Todd said he was quite sure Jon and he would be on hand to join
them.  Brent was pleased

"I know chicken and homemade noodles aren't exactly summer fare, but it's
something that always meant comfort at my home growing up." Brent said.  "I
can't remember how many times the Methodist church down the street had
chicken and noodle dinners for fund raisers.  Half the town usually showed
up, but miraculously they never ran out.  It was like breaking loaves and
fishes."

----------

Brent beat eggs, a little milk, and salt together in a large bowl and added
flour until he had stiff dough.  Then he divided it into two smaller
sections and rolled each one extremely thin.  After letting the layers dry
about 20 minutes, he rolled them up with plenty of flour to keep the
surfaces from sticking together and sliced them into narrow noodles.  He
stewed a large chicken with onion, celery, salt, and poultry seasoning
while the noodles dried.

In the mean time, he peeled potatoes to boil and mash.  As a nod to eating
right, he also prepared a large salad.  There would be plenty of starch for
dinner so he had to make some attempt to balance their diets.

----------

An hour or so later, Brock stumbled out of their bedroom, drawn by the
aroma emanating from the kitchen.  He came up behind Brent, hugging him and
kissing the back of his neck.

"It smells like Grandma's house!  What an awesome thing to do."

Around 5:30, Todd showed up with Jon and Davy smiling and appearing none
the worse for their traumatic morning.  They were happily chattering about
going to the park the next day to play disk golf.  Brock could scarcely
believe it was the same two boys he'd seen several hours before.

"You guys look great!" he said to them.

"We had a nap and then fun time after that.  Uh, we swam in the pool and
lay in the sun." Davy added, trying not to reveal what other kind of fun
they'd had.

No one pried, although probably all three men suspected swimming hadn't
been their only form of recreation.

Brent received lots of kudos for his culinary endeavors.  Everyone
appreciated a good home-cooked meal, especially on a day which had been so
trying.  Brock was particularly proud of his partner.  He was always
delighted with Brent's thoughtfulness, but going to the extra work of
making an old fashioned meal from scratch went beyond anyone's
expectations.

Todd was effusive in his praise too, saying that the meal transported him
back to his childhood when the world had seemed a safer and happier place.

----------

After the others had gone, Brock took Brent into his arms to show his
personal appreciation.  He nibbled on his lover's earlobe while running his
hands down his back and slipping one under the waistband of his pants.

"Hmm, is someone horny tonight?" Brent teased.

His comment earned him a deep kiss and a long finger in the crack of his
butt.

"You might say that," Brock responded.  "Why don't we get in the shower and
find out?"

"Sounds good to me!  Should I tie myself to the bed when we're all nice and
clean?"

"Nah, let me do that!"

"Okay, I'll get out the toys..."

----------

"Wow that was a great dinner!" Todd exclaimed again on their way home.

"I'd love to eat like that more often."

"If you did, you'd probably turn into a blimp," Jon giggled.  "At least so
far you don't have a gut from hanging out at Donutland like some of the
guys on the force do."

"Yeah, I'd probably look like a beached whale without clothes on.  I need
to keep trim to be at least a little bit attractive.  How would you feel if
I started dating some?  Uh, I don't mean to put you on the spot in front of
Dave, but I almost feel like he's family."

"He IS family.  I'm gonna marry him when I'm old enough if he'll still have
me by then," Jon said ardently.  "And I think it would be great for you to
date while you're still in shape.  You just have to bring the guys home so
I can check them out."

"Who said anything about guys?"

"Dad, the tree isn't located far from the apple that falls from it.  I saw
the looks you've given Brock and Brent.  It's a mixture of happiness with a
hint of envy.  Am I wrong?"

"No Jon, you're right on.  You read my body-language as easily as some
people read children's books.  What do you think of Jim?"

"Rankin?"

"Yeah."

"He's awesome and he has a really cute tight butt."

"Jeez!  You're perving on my prospective date?"

"Not pervin', just observin'." Jon joked.  "He is nicely put together and
he's a really decent guy as well.  Do you know he's gay or are you
fishing?"

"I know."

"How?"

"I won't ask you about Dave if you don't ask about Jim; okay?" Todd
blushed.

"Ooh!  You have first-hand knowledge!  Or is your knowledge from someplace
other than your hand?!"

"Dave, would you smack him for me since you're nearer?  If I turn around to
swat him I could have an accident.  I can ground him when we get home, but
a smack in the right place immediately might make more of an impression,"
Todd laughed.

"Confine him to his room," Davy insisted.  "Hide his clothes so he can't
run away!  I'll stay in there to make sure."

"I'll just bet you would.  You two are a dangerous pair," Todd laughed.

"Seriously, Dad, are you going to ask him out on a real date?" Jon said,
getting back to the subject.

"We've already talked about the possibility when we've stopped for coffee
together.  I've been hesitant because I wanted to get your reaction first."

"Dad, you shouldn't be afraid to bring up anything with me.  You know I'm
always here for you, whatever it is.  I'll never be judgmental and I'll
always love you.  I want you to be happy." Jon said repeating almost
verbatim what Todd had said to him when he first came out.

"Thanks, Son.  I'll always love you, and you too Davy.  Oops, I guess that
nickname is for Brock and Jon to use."

"That's okay; you can call me that too if you want.  You're like another
dad to me.  Wow, I haven't had a father-figure around for years and
suddenly I have three dads!" Davy exclaimed.  "I'm likin' my new life!"



Author's notes: Thanks to the following who emailed this week: RC, Walt S,
Jim W, Charles C, Lisa T, Tann C, JJ, Bill T, Tony W, Walter Sz, Bill K,
Lugnutz, Ott H, Laszlo, Tom A, Sage E, Trish R, John McD, Roger L, Paul F,
and, Vanyel S.  As always, I hope I didn't miss someone as I am prone to
do.

It's great to have new responders as well as long-time readers.

David