Date: Mon, 26 Jan 2015 17:13:17 -0500
From: Sean Ward <man_u_4_life@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Boys of White Oaks Chapter 10

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The final bell of the day had finally rung as the sound of chair legs'
sliding over the tiled floors was soon followed by droves of students
exiting their classrooms and making a dash towards their lockers.

"Excited for your date tonight?" Adam asked as he unloaded his text books
into his locker with a loud thud, he was glad the school day was finally
over. "Let me see this guy."

"I'm so nervous, he's super hot." Marcus said sounding insecure, checking
his hair through his reflection in the window of a classroom door.

"Just be confident, don't try too hard, just be the amazing guy that you
are." Adam said putting his hand on Marcus' shoulder. "Don't over think it,
there is nothing to lose. It either goes well with this guy or it doesn't
and then you both go your own way."

"I have this thing where I get attached to guys super easy." Marcus replied
as he showed Adam the picture of Anderson he'd taken a screenshot of
earlier. "This is him."

"Ok, I see why you might be nervous." Adam laughed; he zoomed in on
Anderson's face. "He is a very, very good looking man......shit boy."

"You talking about me?" Peter said coming from behind Adam and giving him a
bear hug, lifting him slightly off the floor. "Who's the hottie in the
picture?"

"I have a date with him tonight." Marcus said, as he fidgeted with his
hands.

"Seriously, just chill, your anxiety is giving me anxiety." Peter
smirked. "You're going to psyche yourself out."

"I feel like this guy is a ten and I'm a four." Marcus said, he looked down
at his feet.

"You're a hot little five foot six motherfucker with a cute booty and a
great personality to boot. " Peter said giving Marcus a slap on the butt.

"Thanks Peter." Marcus blushed. "I suppose I should stop beating myself
up. He did agree to the date after all, he could have said no. I think I
just get myself down sometimes, I'm not as tall as you fuckers or as built
so I feel out of place."

"Some hot top is going to pick you up, place you in his pocket and take you
home and just fuck the shit out of you." Peter laughed. "You're a cute
little pocket gay, remember that episode of Will and Grace?"

"Ok that guy on the show was legit a little person you asshole." Marcus
laughed. "I'm not three foot four."

"What are you going to wear?" Adam asked, giving Peter a firm nudge.

"I was thinking a leather harness and some ass-less chaps." Marcus said
straight faced, as he checked his reflection again.

"That's a good look." Peter smirked. "So obviously J. Crew?"

"I love my J. Crew." Marcus laughed. "Just something casual, we're just
going to this cute French coffee shop nothing fancy."

"So, did Adam tell you yet?" Peter asked curiously.

"Tell me what? You two are getting married?" Marcus grinned.

"I didn't tell him yet." Adam smiled; even though it was way off, the
thought of being married to Peter definitely made him feel butterflies.

"Adam and I are officially boyfriends." Peter smiled, it radiated with joy.

"Guys! That's awesome, I'm so glad you guys are official. You're so cute
together." Marcus said giving both guys a group hug. "Hearts all over this
school will be broken once they find out two studs are officially off the
market."

"So I just remembered, I've clearly been living in the States to long
but...... Canadian Thanksgiving is coming up soon. Are we going to make
plans?" Adam asked.

"My parents are away the Friday and Saturday so maybe I can have everyone
over for a friend's dinner? I'll ask Scott if Rosie could come over and
whip up some Turkey with all the fixings." Marcus said getting excited
about the idea.

"I'm in; we usually do our family dinner on the Monday so I'm free all
weekend." Peter replied. "How about you Adam?"

"We usually do our dinner on a Thursday in late November while binge
watching football." Adam laughed. "But I'll talk to my mom about doing it
on Sunday or Monday."

"This is awesome; I've been dying to put together a dinner." Marcus said
excitedly. "Now I've gotta get ready for tonight and trust me, it's going
to be a process."

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Knocking on the door, Marcus ran his fingers through his dark brown hair
making sure everything was in place. His hair was buzzed short around the
sides and back of his head, however the hair on top was left long and
neatly slicked back. His lean build looked great in his pair of slim fit
distressed jeans. His army green blazer with black V-neck t-shirt
underneath really complimented his brown eyes and the natural Mediterranean
tan of his skin.

"You look sexy." Nathan said as he opened the door looking Marcus
over. "Somebody's ready to go get her man!"

"Glad you like, I had this deep in the back of my closet, bought it and
never wore it." Marcus said doing a turn, to give Nathan the full effect.

"I can tell." Nathan said as he yanked the price tag off the blazers
collar. "I have this Saint Laurent scarf that might look perfect with your
outfit."

"Don't bother, I think I'm just going to leave the V-neck alone and give
Anderson some pec cleavage action." Marcus grinned.

"You're such a hooker." Nathan smirked. "So what brings you to my place?
Not that I don't love a visit from my main man. Want some wine?" Nathan
asked as he led them towards the kitchen.

"A glass of white is great, a small glass." Marcus replied, he didn't want
to be tipsy for his date. "I came to ask if I could borrow your baby...."

"What baby?" Nathan asked, as he poured two glasses of wine. "I have many
babies."

"Your baby Louis." Marcus said, looking nervous to even ask.

"You want to borrow my Louis Vuitton? Not a chance in hell, that man bag
cost me a fortune." Nathan said looking shocked. "Why do you need my
Louis?"

"I thought it would make me look more business, more professional having a
bag to carry around." Marcus said sounding slightly desperate. "This dude's
a lawyer; I've got to bring my game."

"Yeah, more like something to carry around your condom stash and flavored
lubes." Nathan laughed. "You're not having my baby Louis, however I have
this brown Longchamp messenger bag in calf leather, you can keep it."

"You're the best friend ever." Marcus said giving Nathan a hug.

"You're damn straight I am." Nathan smiled. "So what times the date?"

"We are meeting for eight'ish." Marcus said looking at his watch.

"I can tell you're nervous, you have no reason to be. You look amazing; if
I was single and we weren't like brothers I'd totally have intercourse with
you." Nathan said playfully pinching Marcus' cheek.

"That's like the nicest thing you or anyone's ever said to me." Marcus said
sarcastically. "Now let's see this bag."

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Inside Scott's room, heavy breathing and the sound of skin hitting skin
filled the air as the headboard hammered against the wall. Brad's legs were
up over Scott's shoulders while Scott's cock was balls deep in Brad's jock
butt giving him a long hard fucking. Brad grabbed the sheets and clenched
his hands into a fist as he took the merciless fucking, he bit hard on his
bottom lip trying to distract from the painful, yet pleasurable pounding he
was getting.

He could feel sweat drip onto him from Scott's brow as he went into
overdrive, Scott's face was red as he worked to get deeper into Brad with
every forceful thrust of his hips. He could feel himself getting closer; he
grabbed both Brad's ankles and pushed his legs further back allowing him
more access to his ass. He must have been doing things right, next thing he
knew Brad was shooting ribbons of cum onto his chest. Scott had reached his
limit, he felt that warmth, that tingling sensation come over him as he let
a load out into Brad's tight hole.

"Fuck that was hot." Scott said as he fell on top of Brad, his cock was
still inside him. "You know how to take a pounding boy."

"You're the best fuck I've had all month." Brad said standing up and
grabbing a towel of the floor, he wiped the cum off his chest before taking
care of the flood of semen that Scott had just unloaded inside him. "You
still haven't let me fuck you yet."

"We will get to it, I promise." Scott said lying down with his hands behind
his head; his cock was still semi hard. "What other fucks did you have this
month?"

"Just some other guys I've fooled around with, nothing major." Brad said
sensing Scott's tone was off.

"I had no clue there were other guys." Scott said trying not to sound
jealous, but it was hard, his face was burning with building rage as he
swallowed hard. "I didn't know you were such a slut."

"Who the hell are you calling a slut?" Brad laughed, his face looked
offended though. "I'm no more of a slut than you buddy."

"You know, your twin Charlie is a much better fuck than you, and he
definitely got the looks out of the two of you." Scott began. "I should
shoot him a text and let him know to come over."

"Why are you being such an asshole to me?" Brad shot back. "You're being
such a dick right now, out of nowhere."

"Have fun with your other fucks; come back to me when you're ready to take
it from a real man, and only a real man."

"You're jealous! I can't believe it... That's what this is all about,
you're pissed off I'm seeing other guys?" Brad shook his head as he
collected his clothing from the floor; he sat on the edge of the bed while
he put his socks on.

"I'm not jealous; I could have any guy I want." Scott said with a
smirk. "You want me, that's what this is about."

"Oh no, don't turn this around on me. Clearly you're jealous because I've
been with other guys, admit it, you like me." Brad spat. "You should have
just said something."

"You're delusional, too many hits to the head playing football." Scott
laughed, it seemed forced.

"Whatever dude, good luck finding another guy to indulge you with you kinky
spandex fetish. I can't believe I wore ballet tights for you." Brad said
sounding disgusted. "I'm out of here." Brad stormed off slamming Scott's
bedroom door.

"Yeah well they made your ass look fat!" Scott yelled after him, he
suddenly felt slightly foolish.

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Le Champs de Mars was a small bistro cafe that had a warm inviting,
Parisian feel to it. Each table had a tiny table lamp with a small tiffany
styled lamp shade with different colored pieces of glass wielded
together. It gave the dimly lit cafe a soft glow. The hissing sound of milk
being steamed could be heard, as the aroma of espresso was
intoxicating. This little cafe was famous for its pastries and most of all
its warm fresh baked Apple Tarte Tatin with cold vanilla ice cream made in
house.

The waitress made her way over to the table with two cafe crème's and a
rather large serving of the apple Tarte tatin. She placed the cups and
plate with two forks down on the table. "Bon appétit." She smiled,
before going on to the next table.

"I love this place; it reminds me of being in Paris." Marcus said sipping
his Cafe Crème. "The food here is amazing. I'll sometimes come here by
myself just for the dessert."

"I do the same thing." Anderson smiled; he wore a gray merino wool cardigan
over a white dress shirt with navy dress pants. . "In fact I should
probably watch it, with Thanksgiving coming up, I'm sure I'll be having my
fair share of pies and other sweets."

"So my crazy friends you met, Scott and Nathan." Marcus laughed. "They tell
me you're a lawyer?"

"They're certainly different." Anderson flashed a smile; his teeth were
white and perfectly straight. "I am a lawyer, I practice employment law."

"So I guess that's how you know Scott's dad Wallace?" Marcus asked. "You
work for Fresh ideas?"

"I don't work for Fresh ideas directly; our firm is hired by them to deal
with anything to do with employee relations." Anderson said taking a sip of
his coffee. "He hired our firm because one of his stores just dropped an
application to unionize the other day, so he's all scared now, so we come
in and try to legally convince the workers why they're better off without a
union."

"Oh so you're a union buster?" Marcus laughed. "Charming, those workers
deserve a union, Scott's dad is a great guy but from what I've heard, he's
pretty cheap."

"Ouch, did you just call me a union buster." Anderson grinned. "Look, I
don't disagree, but my job is to represent my client's best interests. You
make me sound like one of those guys from the eighteen hundreds who walked
around yielding a shot gun at men on strike."

"God all this talk of organized labor is giving me an appetite, how about
some pie before the ice cream melts?"  Marcus said taking a bite. "This is
my favorite thing on the menu."

"Mine too." Anderson said taking his fork and cutting off a sizable
bite. "So what do you do?"

"Right now I'm finishing my last year of high school and I play on the high
school soccer team." Marcus said feeling under qualified to be in the
presence of this man.

"I love soccer; I use to play in high school." Anderson said looking Marcus
over. "I should have known you were a soccer guy. You've definitely got the
build for it. I played forward."

"I play defence, sometimes midfield." Marcus smiled, he was glad Anderson
sounded impressed. "You look more like a football player."

"I played rugby actually." Anderson took another bite. "That's why my nose
is a little off to one side, I broke it playing."

Marcus looked at Anderson's handsome face trying to find the fault with his
nose, all he could see was his handsome face, and how much he looked like
Henry Cavil. "I can't see what you're talking about, you look
perfect........ I mean you look good... I didn't mean to sound too
forward." Marcus blushed.

"That's ok, I know what you mean." Anderson flashed that handsome smile
again.

"So Scott told me you just got out of a relationship?" Marcus asked. "I
don't mean to pry."

"No worries. Yeah it was a three year relationship. It was rough when it
all ended. Still getting over it to be honest." Anderson said shifting
uncomfortably in his seat. "It's hard when you're with someone and you
expect them to be around for the rest of your life, and then one day, it's
like nothing ever happened, even if you feel you've both outgrown each
other."

"I can imagine it feels like a part of you is missing?" Marcus said placing
his hand on top of Anderson's. "Just think they're plenty more guys to
meet, mistakes to make and lots of time to find Mr. Right."

"That's very mature of you to say. Usually I'd agree but it's hard when
you're still dealing with all the feelings of the fall out." Anderson tried
a smile. "I'm so sorry that I'm carrying on like this, you must think I'm
an awful date."

"Not at all." Marcus began. "It's nice to hear a guy who is honest and in
touch with how he feels, Most of my friends probably would have dealt with
it by hooking up and sleeping around to hide their insecurities."

"I appreciate your kindness, when I was your age though I would have likely
bolted from this table and ran for the hills." Anderson laughed. "God that
makes me sound really old. I'm only Thirty four."

"So what kind of guys do you like?" Marcus asked, he could see that
Anderson was as shy and insecure as he was, it made him feel more at ease.

"I like a guy who can follow a conversation, likes to play sports, I love
eyes and lips, I love to kiss so that important. I like shorter guys too. I
don't know why, but I like being taller. I think most importantly someone
who is open minded and understanding." Anderson took one last bite leaving
the last piece of pie for Marcus.

"You'll have to sift through a lot of garbage to find that kind of guy."
Marcus smiled. "I've never really had a boyfriend, but cuddling tops my
list, and I like pecs, they're my favorite muscle on a guy. Love the chest,
oh, and the legs and butt."

"So, pretty much the entire male anatomy?" Anderson laughed. "I hear you
when it comes to cuddling, I love spooning."

"I find it hard to believe that you don't have guys lining up to get with
you. You must have to beat them off." Marcus said with a grin. "I'm
flattered to be on a date with you."

"Seriously, I think that about you. What a cute eighteen year old soccer
jock wants with a thirty four year old lawyer is beyond me." Anderson
smirked.

"I like men who are older than me. I just feel they're easier to connect
with. Guys my age all seem so obsessed with getting laid." Marcus said, he
was blushing, he loved that Anderson called him cute.

"Trust me, that won't change, plenty of men my age only want sex." Anderson
took a sip of his coffee. "It's ok to want sex and a relationship. The two
go hand in hand. Just a lot of guys only want the one that's the problem
with us."

"That guy over their keeps checking you out." Marcus said using his eyes to
point Anderson in his direction. "See him?" The guy was sitting with his
girlfriend; his eyes kept traveling over to their table.

"I thought he was looking at you." Anderson laughed. "Trust me; it's hard
for me to find a good guy who wants to date me. I wish it were easy."

"I don't see why." Marcus smiled. "You seem like a perfect gentleman, they
must all be crazy."

"Thanks for the ego boost, but it takes a special kind of guy to date me."
Anderson looked down. "And there are not many who are willing to deal with
my baggage."

"You mean jealous ex's who want to control your life?" Marcus said looking
curious.

"Usually it's hard for me to say this but you're really easy to talk to."
Anderson smiled softly, he looked nervous. "There's a reason why I don't
usually date a lot."

"Don't tell me you're shy, you seem perfectly confident to me." Marcus
grinned.

"This is so hard to say, but I'm getting sick of hiding it, the shame,
getting three dates in with some guy, telling him and then it's like he
can't wait for the bill to come so he never has to see me again." Anderson
sounded shaky.

"It's ok, you can tell me anything. I know we just met but I won't judge."
Marcus said holding onto Anderson's hand, he felt badly for him.

"I'm positive Marcus." Anderson said, he looked down at his hands waiting
for the reaction he knew he always got.

"How is that bad? Do you know how refreshing that is? There are so many
negative people in this world, trying to bring everyone down around them."
Marcus said looking relieved. "I can't believe it was that hard to tell me
that."

"Yes Marcus, I'm ashamed of being optimistic." Anderson laughed, while
trying to straighten his face. "I mean I'm HIV positive."

"Oh." Marcus replied, his face looked like he was taking it in and still
pondering what Anderson had told him. "HIV, I've heard of it before."

Anderson looked like he was sitting on the edge of his seat, he felt dread
well up inside him, he knew what would come next. Usually it was five
minutes of awkward and forced conversation followed by a fake yawn, often
accompanied by stretching their arms and something about needing an early
night.

"People are fucking assholes." Marcus said sounding enraged. Anderson was
stunned; anger wasn't usually a response he got.

"You mean to tell me that guys dismiss you because of your HIV status?"
Marcus looked livid. "You look like a Henry Cavil clone; you're one of the
nicest guys I've had a date with. People are disgusting."

"They're ignorant and misinformed, but I'll admit before I found out I was
positive, I was the same guy. So part of me now is trying to be
understanding, the other part is frustrated, angry and upset, I just want
to meet a guy and its like I have all this red tape to get through."
Anderson paused and took a breath. "The hardest part is how you aren't seen
as a person; you're seen as being your illness."

"I hope I don't make you feel like that." Marcus said gripping Anderson's
hand tightly. "I had a gay uncle who was HIV positive, he was very healthy
and happily married to his partner, sadly he had heart attack years ago,
that's what took him. His partner was HIV negative; they were just so cute
together."

"My last boyfriend was positive; we both met though a support group."
Anderson said, he seemed more at ease. "Things ended once we both felt the
spark was gone. We didn't want to be tied down to each other just because
we had some comfort in both sharing HIV together; I want to find the right
guy for me regardless of status."

"You will because you have your shit together, you're hot as fuck and you
have an amazing personality." Marcus said raising his coffee cup. "Cheers
to you sir."

"Thanks" Anderson laughed, as he clinked his mug against Marcus'. "You
really are such a mature eighteen year old, your friends were not kidding."

"So what else did my friends say about me?" Marcus asked looking
curious. "I'm sure they had lots to say."

"Only good things, and from what I see they're all true." Anderson
smiled. "If you'll let me, I'd like to maybe take you on another date
sometime?"

Marcus blushed; he loved how easy it was to get lost in Anderson's blue
eyes. "I'd like that a lot."

"And I know it goes without saying but can we keep this between us? The HIV
thing, I don't want everyone to know." Anderson asked, Marcus' smile made
him feel so comfortable. "I'm still in the process of telling some people
who are close to me."

"You can totally trust me Anderson." Marcus replied. "I won't say a word."

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End of Chapter 10

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