Date: Thu, 3 Aug 2000 13:32:36 -0500
From: WebWorm <webworm@nex.net>
Subject: Re: Why Me? Chapter 6

Author's note: This is my first attempt so please be gentle with me.  The
story is part fact and part fiction.  There's not a lot of gratuitous sex
in it because it's a love story.  I'll suggest the sex and let your
imagination do the rest.  I would love to get comments, both pro and con.
Replies can be sent to: webworm@nex.net

Dedication: To the loving memory of Marcus Aaron, sweet little sixteen.  I
still miss you sweetie even after 4 hard years.  There's a hole in my heart
that will never be replaced but the fond memories of our time in the sun
and the love we showered each other with warm me continually.  I love you,
MAC.  Peace and love to your Mom and Aunt Wilma.

This story is protected by copyright.  And if you don't know what that
means go see your Lawyer `cause if you break the laws my Lawyer will be
wanting to meet with yours.


Why Me?
Chapter 6



"The guy I work for has a son who disappeared many years ago.  I don't want
him to know it but if I can locate his son I would like to tell him that
his Father loves him and misses him very much." Richard said.

"If he can be found, the Credit Bureau is one helluva way to catch up with
him.  Do you have his social security or birth date?" Chad asked.

"No, not sure he had a Social Security number because he was only 16 when
he left home.  But I know I can get his birthdate." Richard replied.

They held hands all the way back to Chads and after greeting his parents,
went to Chads bedroom.  Once safely inside Richard pulled Chad to him and
said "You don't know how much I appreciate your help, Chad.  I hope I never
have to go through anything as gut wrenching as that encounter with Zack."

"You're more than welcome, Bud-O-Mine.  First, I need to change my pants.
You must've stayed upwind from me or you would have commented about the
smell." Chad quipped.

"What are you talking about?" Richard asked.

Then Chad related the story about how he got the `shit' scared out of him,
although not literally, when he thought that the three guys who came to the
track might have been the ones that had lured Richard there to open up a
major can of whoop ass on him.

Richard wrapped his arms around Chad and held him tight.  The worst was
over, for today at least, and tomorrow would bring new challenges.  They
turned on the television and laid on the bed just being close and holding
hands.

"Richard, I have a confession to make to you." Chad said.

"What's that Bud?" Richard asked.

"You know all the nights that we have slept over art each others homes?"
Chad said.

"Yep." Richard replied.

"Well, I can tell you that you are a sound sleeper.  I used to lie here
beside you and wait until you fell asleep and I would wrap my arms around
you and hold you tight.  Now that's as far as it went I can assure you."
Chad confessed.

"Chad, that is the sweetest thing.  I've got a confession also.  When we
would have our sleepovers, I would wake up the next morning so rested just
being near you and I would lay there with you spooned up behind me and
wiggle my butt to see if I could get you hard.  And I usually didn't have
to wait long." Richard said and grinned broadly.

"You pervert." Chad joked and he reached over and pulled Richards head to
his and their lips met, oh so gently at first, like the wind on the
wildflowers in the meadow where they had first really met each other.
Slowly the intensity of the kisses built up and caressing fingertips began
to wander.  Chad had a cheek in each hand, kneading them as if it was fine
dough for angel flake rolls.  The center of their universes was now in
their groin and they tried to meld the two together right through their
running shorts.  Their jousting match was cut short by a sharp rap on the
door.

"Richard, your Mom called and said you need to be home pretty soon since it
is a work day." Mrs.  Tomzak said and they heard her turn and walk back
down the stairs.

"Damn, just when things were getting interesting." Chad said.

"Don't get your shorts in a wad, Chad.  I was just about to shut you down
anyway.  Things were getting a little out of hand and we both agreed that
we would take things slow."  Richard said.

They got up, they adjusted themselves to be a little more presentable and
Chad saw Richard out to his car.  "Love ya and C'ya tomorrow." Chad said.

"Love ya more and dittoes on tomorrow.  Oh, and don't forget to figure out
a way to check on Uncle Bob's son." Richard replied.

"Okey dokey.  Just get me a name and a birthdate, anything to go on." Chad
replied.

Richard drove home with his head in the clouds.  He had never experienced
pinnacles as high as he was experiencing with Chad.  Not even ONE of the
girls he had dated and made out with had caused him to dampen his shorts
with pre-cum like he did when he was in Chads arms.  He never got that
euphoric feeling from just thinking of one of them like he did with Chad.
Sure, he had had some good times, enjoyable times, with the girls he had
dated but he had had the same good and enjoyable times when he was out with
his parents and he sure didn't want to have sex with the `rents.  He
chuckled at that last thought.  Jeez, that was sick now wasn't it.

When he came in his Mom and Dad were in the Living Room watching the idiot
box and they exchanged greetings.

"How was the jog? His Dad asked.

"Great.  I think I `m gonna make it a regular thing but it's got to wait
till a little later in the evening when it's cooler.  I got a little
overheated tonight." Richard responded thinking with his big head instead
of his little head.  That would give him and Chad some more quality time
without supervision he figured.

"Oh, you got a call from a classmate, Eric, I think was his name.  I wrote
his name and number on the message pad by the phone.  He wanted you to call
him."  his Mom said.

Richards face paled somewhat.  "What the fuck could Eric want?" he thought
to himself.  Regaining his composure he thanked his Mom for taking the
message and went up and drug the phone from the hall into his bedroom.  He
had just gone through one traumatic phone call just this afternoon now
here's another one.  He slowly dialed the number and a male voice answered
on the other end.  The voice slurred out a `Hullo' and Richard asked for
Eric.

"Hey Eric.  You gotta fucking phone call.  Make it short now - I'm waiting
on Jamie to call me back." the voice on the other end said.

"Hello." Eric replied.

"Yeah, Eric.  This is Richard.  You called?" Richard responded.

"Sure did.  What's up, Pal? Eric asked.

"Oh, not much.  Been out jogging. What's up wit' you.""  Richard answered
wondering what this call was REALLY about.

" Just horny as hell.  Thought maybe you might like to help me out." Eric
answered.  Richard could even sense a leer in Eric's reply.

"Why don't you just go fuck yourself, you sick son of a bitch." Richard
screamed under his breath.

"You'll be sorry, you little prick.  I know you're a fucking faggot and."
and Richard hung up the phone before Eric could finish his outburst.

Just what he needed, right?  Another question on his sexuality.  First
Zack, but that wasn't too bad.  It wasn't really confrontational, instead
Zack wanted to make sure that Richard didn't spill the beans about their
brief meeting in the public park john.  Richard decided to just let it pass
and went to bed.  He twisted and turned trying to find sleep but Eric's
bold confrontation had Richard worried.  He finally drifted off into a
restless sleep.  The next few days were uneventful and Richard was looking
forward to a few days off this weekend and he and Chad going out on
Saturday night.

Saturday finally arrived and Richard had his paycheck in hand.  He drove to
the bank and deposited most of his check in his savings account and then
headed to the mall to do some serious shopping.  He wanted to get a gold
chain for him and for Chad - something plain that would not draw attention
to others but would have special meaning for them.  He found just the item,
a gold chain with a flat bar charm.  Chad paid for them and left them with
the jeweler to be engraved.  The fancy English script would read `REVEROF
DRAHCIR & DAHC'.

To pass the time he went to the food court, got a drink found an empty
table and was daydreaming about what Chad's reaction to the present would
be.  He looked at his watch and decided that it was about time to go pick
up the chains.  He got up and then noticed that Eric and a couple of his
friends had taken a table near the exit from the Food Court back to the
mall.  There was no way he could avoid this asshole so he would just face
the music and walk out just like nothing had happened between them.  As he
passed their table he heard Eric say "Faggot" and his two pals start
chuckling.  It became clear to Richard that since he had not given in to
Eric's demands he was going to resort to cheap character assassination to
get even with him.  Richard did not respond to the crude remark and acted
as if he had not heard it.  He may have appeared calm on the outside but
his insides were aboil.  If Eric could have looked him in the eye he would
have seen a small tear forming and clenched teeth.

Richard picked up the necklaces and put his on and left.  On his way home
he stopped by Chad's.  He couldn't wait to give him his necklace.  He rang
the bell and Chad answered the door.  They went up to Chad's room and, as
usual, when they closed the door they fell into an embrace and lip met lip.
After this new ritual they had established was finished, they sat on the
edge of the bed and Richard said "Close your eyes and hold out your
hands.".

"Sure but if I hear the sound of a zipper I'm gonna be wide eyed for sure."
Chad joked.

"Be serious for once in your life, Chad, and do like I asked." Richard
said.

And as Chad closed his eyes Richard opened the box and gently placed the
chain in Chad's outstretched palm.

"You can open your eyes now." Richard stated.

As Chad opened his eyes and gazed on the necklace a wide grin spread from
cheek to cheek and he said "Man, is this nice.".

"Read the inscription." Richard asked.

" What does that mean?  Is it Russian or Polish for Revere Silversmiths or
what?" Chad asked.

"Spell it backwards and then see if you can tell me what it says." Richard
instructed.

"CHAD & RICHARD FOREVER.  Oh, Richard." And Chad threw his arms around
Richard and planted a kiss on his waiting lips.  "Thank you.  I won't ever
take it off, not as long as we're together.  Why did you encrypt the
message though?".  Chad asked.

"Well mainly to keep from outing either one of us.  I had a duplicate made
for myself.  With the message turned backwards someone would have to really
study it hard to realize the true meaning and if we don't take them off,
they have a pretty slim chance to study what it says."  Richard stated.

"I knew I was in love with a damn smart guy." And he leaned in for another
kiss.

Meanwhile, in another part of town, Brent and Zack are just getting home
from work.

"Well, Zack, you have any special plans for the evening?" Brent asked.

"Nope, thought I might go run for a few but if something special came up I
could miss it." Zack replied.

"Well, when I was talking with Chad Tomzak the other day he told me that
Nick Kuchin was teaching here in Lewisville now.  You remember Slick Nick
the Russian Prick, don't you?  Brent asked.

"No, but I remember `Hoss" dick Nick." Zack smiled.

"One and the same but you know that.  What say we go look him up and party
hearty tonight like we were back at the Frat House at State." Brent
suggested.

"Sounds like a plan, Stan." Zack replied and they set off for the liquor
store first and bought 2 liters of Stoli and headed over to Nicks.  When
they arrived they found Nick alone.

"Hey Nick, heard you were in town and we are the Welcome Wagon.  Any big
plans on tap for the evening?" Brent asked.

"You live here?  You and Zack?  I'm not knowing this.  Sure, come in my
house, visit please."  Nick responded.

"Sure, pal, but first I have to get a house warming present from the car."
And Brent went to retrieve the vodka that they had bought earlier.

The three college friends retired to the kitchen and sat around the table
drinking freely and getting very, very drunk.  And as the evening wore on
the talk turned to sex and how Nick was hung like a horse.  Well, one thing
that Brent had already thought of was arranging a dare that would work in
his favor.  He had been infatuated with this tall Russian's huge cock for
some time and knew that Russians would not and could not ever turn down a
dare if it was at all within their power.  They were a very proud race and
their honor and dignity should never have a tarnished spot on it.  So the
exchange begins:

"Nick, why do they call you `Hoss" dick ?" Brent asked already knowing the
answer to that question.

"You fucking well know why, cuz I am hung like the horse, dumb ass." Nick
replied.

"How big is a horse then Nick?"  Brent asked.

"Big like as in my dick." Nick bragged.

"Would you say that you are bigger than me and Zack put together?" Brent
asked.  Zack could see that this was leading somewhere but Brent had not
clued him in to the direction.

"Why, certainly.  If hung like horse would have to be bigger than two puny
human cocks." Nick replied.

"Would you bet that you are bigger than me and Zach together?" Brent asked.

"I got $20 that says I am bigger than the two of you put together." Nick
bragged.

"Damn, wish I had $20 to put up against that but we don't.  We don't get
paid till next week."  Brent responded.

"Well, what do you got that you could wager?" Nick asked.

"Let me think.  Hmmm, nah, that wouldn't work." Brent said.

"What was it you were thinking of, let me say whether it good bet or no."
Nick replied.

"I was thinking that if you were bigger then both of us that one of us
would suck your cock while the other one rimmed you and licked your balls.
And if you are as sure as you say you are that is the way it would happen.
BUT if you lost one of us would fuck you while you give the other one a
blow job." Brent chided the tall Russian.

"You are sick, Brent." Zack whispered to his roomie, "This is a setup and
you know it.  You're taking unfair advantage of Nick.".  Brent asked "Are
you okay with this?  If not I won't follow through."  Zack thought and said
"I guess.  But you already know the outcome." Having seen Brent hard and he
knew what he had between his own legs.

"You got a fucking bet, white boy.  Get ready to suck on this big Russian
sausage." Nick bragged.

"Okay, then let's get them hard so we can measure.  You have a tape
measure, Nick?" Brent asked.

"Somewhere.  Let's see, oh yes, in the sewing box." Nick responded and he
fetched the tape.

"Okay, now to keep things Kosher, the measurement will be from the piss
slit over the top and to the base where it meets the pelvic bone." Brent
stated.

All agreed and they slipped their meat out and started working their hands
up and down the shafts furiously getting themselves hard.  One by one they
said they were ready to be measured.  Zach couldn't believe the scene that
was unfolding before his eyes.  Here the guy that he had feelings for was
going after Nick.  "But you've never expressed how you feel to Brent." Zack
thought to himself.  They measured Nick's dick first - 13 inches.  Then it
came Zach's turn to go under the tape.  Brent got on his knees and started
to measure and Zack could only stare down at him.  Tears welled up in his
eyes.  Hell, Zack was not a virgin, far from it.  He had participated in
some pretty wild sex on his visits to Chicago, hanging out in the Forest
Preserves, etc.  Brent measured Zack and as he looked up he saw the river
flowing from his friends eyes.  He didn't know the meaning of this but he
could tell that his friend was having a problem with something.

"Six inches in this corner." Brent announced "and now for the weiner." as
he held the tape to his own organ.  "Seven here." Brent said "Looks like a
tie and all bets are off."

A smile replaced the worried look on Zacks face.  They all pulled their
pants back on and Nick poured another round.

"You guy'z are pretty fucking lucky.  If I had pushed this big cock of mine
in your mouth your jaw would have been stretched so far you couldn't eat
for a week." Nick bragged.

The three friends drank a few more rounds and Brent excused himself and
Zach explaining that they had to open the store tomorrow.

Back in the car Zack looked at Brent and smiled and said "Thank you,
Brent."

"For what?" Brent asked.

"You know for what.  I know I have over seven inches and I've seen you with
piss hard's and you are definitely longer than me.  You knew that I didn't
feel comfortable going through with it." Zack responded.

"I know.  I read your face and couldn't put you in a compromising
position." Brent said.

"And that's why I am thanking you." Zack responded.

"Zack, is there something else you want to tell me?" Brent asked.

"What else could there be?" Zack responded with a question to try and
sidetrack the issue still not being able to tell Brent the real reason.

"Okay, I think I did the right thing by ending the bet BECAUSE I care about
you.  Do I sense that same caring feeling coming from my good friend in the
passenger seat?" Brent asked.

Zacks face turned crimson and you could not have pushed a playing card
between his chin and his chest it was tucked in so tightly.  He was being
pushed up against a wall and he being forced to play his hand so why not go
for broke.

"Yes, I have to admit it Brent.  I do care for you and have cared for you
for some time now."  Zack replied.

Now it was Brents turn to go red and be a Bashful Betty.  They drove the
rest of the way home in silence except for Zack reminding Brent to turn at
certain streets.  It was evident he was not thinking about his driving.  He
was not drunk, just in deep thought.  They arrived at the apartment and
went in.  Brent took Zack by the hand and led him to the sofa and they sat
down.

"It's obvious that some things are going on that we need to discuss." Brent
said.

"I think you're right, Brent.  I'll go first." Zack said knowing it was now
or never, he might be packing tonight but he couldn't stand not telling
Brent.  "I have deep feelings for you Brent.  I don't know how you feel
about another guy feeling the way I do about you.  You may hate me but it
won't change the way I feel.  If you want I will pack my stuff and go back
to Dekalb tonight."  Zack said amazed at the courage he had mustered to
communicate his inner desires.  He had purposefully left out the word
`love' though.  He wasn't sure that Brent could handle a word as profound
as `love' this early in the game.

"Well, Dude.  It's kinda weird knowing that you feel this way.  I've
wondered about you for some time though.  Those quick glances in the shower
room and watching you in a mirror stare at my booty when I walk away from
you.  I mean, yeah, I admit I've had sex with other men but it was always
me letting some guy suck my cock down at the park but nothing more than
that.  I don't know if you've noticed me giving you the eye when you were
in the shower but I've always wondered what it would be like to go `all the
way' with another guy." Brent said.

After a period of silence Zack looked Brent in the eye and said "As long as
it's confessional time I have to admit I've gone `all the way', as you say,
with other men.  And yes, I have craved you.  Brent, I don't know if I
consider myself gay or not, maybe bi `cause I have had lot's of sex with
women but maybe the right woman has just never come along.  And the sex
with other men, while exciting, I never felt any emotional attachment to
them after the `deed' was done."

"That's kinda the same boat I am in, Zack.  So do you want to pursue this
any further or do you have cold feet?" Brent asked.

"I guess we'll never know unless we do go further, say test the water?
Either one of us can stop and what we have done or said will not go out of
this house.  Agreed?" Zack asked.

"Totally." Brent replied.

And they got up from the sofa and went back to Brent's bedroom.  Zack
leaned into Brent and lips touched ever so gently.  Zack reached for
Brent's chest and starts unbuttoning his shirt.  As the last button is
undone he slides his hand inside and caresses the bronze nipple hiding
behind the pocket.  Brent followed his partners lead and began to stroke
Zack's nipple through the shirt while he unbuttoned it and then he slid his
hand under the shirt and slipped it from his shoulder.  His head bent and
he took the rosy aureole in his mouth, sucking at first and then gently
nibbling at it.  This was driving Zack wild, his head flew back and a
guttural sound came forth from deep in Zack's soul, his legs got weak and
Brent gently laid him on the bed.

Hours later as the two friends lay side by side staring into each others
eyes Brent said "I never dreamed that it would be like that.".

Zack asked "Did you see fireworks like me?".

"Hell yes, man.  It was like the Fourth of July and New Years Eve all
rolled into one." Brent replied.

Meanwhile back at the ranch, like they say in the movies, Richard and Chad
are sitting on the patio at Chads house.  Suddenly Chad blurted out "I know
what to do that will shut him down completely.".

"What are you talking about?" Richard asked.

"Take care of Eric once and for all." Chad replied.  Richard had confided
in Chad about the phone conversations and the encounter at the mall
earlier.  They discussed the plan and Richard left for home.  Once there he
turned on his computer and went to a gay help chat room to discuss their
plan and see if others might be in agreement or have some better ideas.  He
signed on and the chat room was fairly quiet.

"Hello Room.  Rich from Illinois here.  Anyone else around?" Richard typed
into the computer.

"Hey Rich.  Geoff here from Michigan. Wassup?"  The screen replied.

"Oh, not much.  Just wanted to talk to someone this morning." Rich replied.

"Well, go head on, Bud.  I'm all ears." The screen replied.

The Rich told him of his dilemma and the plan that he and Chad had come up
with to deal with the situation.

"Damn, man.  That's close to my situation.  There's rumors flying all
around about me.  The difference is that I have no idea who started them.
And if my folks find out, man, are they gonna be pissed at me.  My old man
is a bigot from hell - doesn't like blacks, hispanics, homos, or anyone
that is not a WASP."  My butt will probably be hitchin' south `cause
there's no way he's gonna let me live under the same roof with him." The
screen replied.

"I think I can help you out if you get in trouble." Richard replied
thinking of Uncle Bob and his willingness to help young gay folks get on
the right track.

"How's that?" the screen asked.

Richard told him of his plans and gave him his e-mail addy, his ICQ # and
his phone number at work with instructions to call collect in case he
couldn't access the net.  He also asked Geoff to keep in touch with him at
least daily, and if he trusted him, to give him ways to contact him.  Geoff
complied and they said their good byes, good luck's and C'ya laterz.

Richard undressed and went to bed and soon drifted off to a sound sleep.

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WOW!!!! That's all for now folks. Writing this is really fun BUT it is time
consuming along with taking care of other important things like keeping a
roof over ones head and food for the stomach as well as the soul.  I got a
lot of the things accomplished in this chapter that I mentioned in the
epilogue of the last chapter.  Some finished and some started. Next Chapter
- the continuing search for Gerald Anthony Jenkins?  Do Richard and Eric
get together?  Richard's revenge?  Got a direction you'd like to see the
story take? I greatly appreciate all the positive comments I have gotten.
Haven't gotten a negative one yet.  BUT all are welcome and you can E-mail
me at webworm@nex.net