Date: Fri, 6 Mar 2009 18:05:27 -0800 (PST)
From: Jon D <playbuddy123@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mill Town Boys 14 - Revised

Disclaimer: This is a work of FICTION. Any similarity between my characters
and real people, places, or events is merely a coincidence. This story
contains descriptions of imagined sexual activity between teenage boys. If
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Mill Town Boys-14

"Truth and Consequences"

I called in sick the day after the party. I felt terrible in more ways than
one. The hang over I had when I woke up was beyond description. My head
pounded and my mouth tasted like a cat had taken a dump in it. Brushing my
teeth and using mouthwash helped, but not much. I drank some coffee, took
some aspirin, and decided that I would live. The worst part was remembering
that I had cheated on Trevor.

I stayed in bed for half the day, sleeping a bit here and there. Mostly, I
watched TV. I called my supervisor and he apparently asked my assistant,
Kevin, to come in on his day off and fill in at the Center. I felt guilty
about that too, but when you mess up, you sometimes mess up big.

* * * *

It was easy to put Trevor off another day or two, but then one day he just
showed up.

"Okay, enough of this shit!" Trev said with an irritated tone. "I know
you've been avoiding me, and I don't like it."

I found it difficult to look Trevor in the eyes, I was embarrassed and
feeling guilty.

"Okay, you're right," I finally said quietly. "I've been feeling bad about
the council shutting this place down. I've ducked you because I thought it
might help if I was alone."

"I'm your brother!" Trev said in an exasperated tone, "When there's
trouble, that's when brothers help each other out."

"I know, I know, I'm sorry."

I looked down; I was quiet for a moment and then said softly, "There's one
more thing. I went to a party and got drunk. Trev, I did something stupid."

"What?"

"Promise you won't get mad?"

"How in the hell can I promise that? I don't even know what you did."

I took a deep breath, "I got with another guy. I didn't mean to, well I
suppose I did. I don't know. It kind of just happened."

Trev was silent. I could almost see the gears turning in his head.

"I know what I mean when I say that, but what do you mean?" Trev asked
slowly giving me a steady look.

I fidgeted, "I mean, we had sex."

Trev's eyes widened in surprise. I wondered if he was going to get angry.

"So, what? Did he give you a blow job or something?" he asked quietly.

"Yeah. But, Trev, it was more than that. I fucked him."

Trevor fell silent again. I knew that he felt that you only did stuff like
that with people you loved.

We looked at each other and I could see the pain in Trevor's eyes.

"I'm so, so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you."

His silence was maddening.

"Trevor, I'm sorry, I really am."

Trev gave me the kind of look that I sometimes got from Momma when she was
disappointed in me. The look in her eyes always hurt worse than anything
else she could have done. I would have taken an ass whupping instead any
time.

"I'll call you," Trev said softly, and he turned away from me.

"Trev?"

He shook his head and walked out.

* * * *

Trevor spent hours in his room wondering why Derek had done it. He needed
to talk to someone.

"Justin," he thought, "I need to talk to Justin." He ran downstairs and got
on his bicycle.

* * * *

Justin looked surprised when he opened the door. "Trevor, ah, you should
have called."

Trevor couldn't help noticing Justin's hair was messed up, his shirt was
pulled out in several places, and he was flushed like he had just run three
miles.

"Oh, sorry, I better come back later."

"No, it's cool; it's just that Jeremy is here. But, we weren't doing
anything, just hanging out." Justin shrugged casually, but blushed.

Trev followed Justin up to his room. They talked and Jeremy messed around
on the computer. It was awkward. Trevor, even though he was pissed at
Derek, didn't want to talk about him in front of Jeremy.

"Ah, I guess I'll get going," Jeremy finally said, standing up and heading
for the door.

"No, I should go," Trevor offered.

"You guys chill for a while," Jeremy smiled. "Justin and I can get together
later, right?" Jeremy asked, glancing at Justin.

"Definitely. No problem."

"So what's so important, you come over without calling? You never do that."
Justin asked quickly after Jeremy had left.

Trev chewed his lip, wondering if he could even bring himself to say
it. "Derek got with another guy."

Justin blinked, "You mean, like, GOT with him?" he said, emphasizing the
word.

"Yeah," Trev whispered.

Justin gave Trevor a compassionate look, reached for him, and they
hugged. Justin slowly rubbed Trevor's back and rocked him in his arms. Trev
wrapped his arms tightly around his best friend, closed his eyes, and
sighed. They hugged like that for several minutes.

"What are you going to do?" Justin finally asked.

"I don't know."

"You know he loves you."

"Yeah, that's the hardest part. I knew he was sad because of the Community
Center. I tried to help, but he didn't want me around."

"So what now?"

"I don't know, what do you think I should do?"

"Cut his nuts off," Justin joked softly, but then grew serious. "Give it
some time; try to think it all through."

Trevor sat back and wiped a tear from his cheek.

"He loves you, Trev!"

* * * *

I didn't know what to make of Trevor's reaction. I couldn't quite read what
"I'll call you," meant. But I knew it wasn't good. Several days went by and
I was about to call him, when he finally he called me early one evening.

"Can I come over?"

"Yeah, I'd like that," I said softly.

I was on the couch watching TV when he arrived. He let himself in and sat
down next to me.

"Hey," I said, tentatively.

"Hey."

"I'm really glad you called, I was just about to call you."

Trev looked at me with a scowl. "You're a real bastard, you know that,
right?"

"Yeah." I hung my head.

"And for the record, you're right, what you did was stupid, and
thoughtless, and disrespectful of me and our relationship!"

"I know," I said sadly, "I'm really, really sorry.

"Okay, here's the deal, if you ever do that again, I'm going to tell
Justin. He says that he'll cut your nuts off."

I laughed, but the tone of Trevor's voice made me think he was only partly
joking.

He then gave me a very serious look. "You only get one get out of jail free
card."

I nodded, I could hear the anger and hurt in his voice, but there was also
something else. Trev was offering me forgiveness.

Relieved, I asked in a whisper, "So, are we okay?"

Trevor sat silent for a moment and then said quietly, "Yeah, I guess so."

"Thanks, Trevvy," I said gently.

"Don't ever do it again, you hear?" Trev whispered, and I saw tears come to
his eyes.

"I promise."

I reached for him, but he moved away. I guessed it was going to take more
time until we were totally okay. He watched television with me for a while,
and then I took him home.

* * * *

Just when I thought things might be getting a little better, they went
south again. A few days had gone by since Trevor had visited. I was in the
bathroom trying to take a piss.

"Oh shit," I panted as pain shot through the length of my dick.

I tried again, and the same thing happened.

All those nasty things they talk about in high school health class ran
through my mind. "Oh, fuck," I said to myself as I finished up. I knew I
had to call the doc for an appointment.

* * * *

Doc Phillips is as old as dirt. He's been in our town so long no one can
remember a time he wasn't there. He delivered both Trevor and me and he's
been our family doctor forever.

The nurse put me in a room and told me to strip down to my shorts. She said
the doctor would be in shortly.

"So, what seems to be the problem?" Doc Phillips asked, looking over my
chart.

"It hurts when I pee," I said softly.

"How long has this been going on?"

"It started yesterday."

"Okay, let's have a look, stand up and drop your shorts."

I blushed, and did what I was told. Fortunately the room was cold, and
there wasn't the slightest chance I was going to bone up.

The doc felt my nuts, made me do the turn your head and cough thing, and
closely inspected the head of my dick.

"I don't suppose I have to ask if you're sexually active."

"No, sir. You don't have to ask."

"Okay, over by the table."

I walked over and stood waiting for whatever came next.

"Face the table, put your hands on the top of it, and bend at the waist."

I heard a snap and looked over my shoulder to see Doc Phillips pulling on a
rubber glove. I had gone through this once before for a sports physical so
I knew what was coming next.

Doc squirted a little lube on my ass hole, and then I felt his finger back
there.

"You'll feel a little pressure," Doc said, and then none too gently, he
stuck his finger up my butt. As it went in, a small fart came out.

"Oh God," I thought, "Can this possibly get any more embarrassing?"

Doc's finger probed deeper. I squirmed as he twisted it around, looking for
my prostate. He landed on it, felt around back there for a minute, and then
finally pulled his finger back out.

"Okay," he said pulling off the glove and handing me a tissue. "You can
clean up."

I blushed. Now I even had to wipe my ass in front of him.

"We'll take a urine sample and a blood test," Doc said writing something on
the chart, "my guess is maybe a urinary tract infection, but it could also
be an STD. We'll give you a dose of antibiotics. It will work for either of
them, and then we'll see what the tests say."

The doc was about to leave when I asked if I could get dressed.

"Not yet," he said, and left.

I sat there in my shorts, for maybe five minutes. Then a young nurse that I
recognized having graduated a couple years before me walked in.

"Oh, hey, Derek," she smiled.

"Hi, Cindy," I said with yet another blush.

"I need to give you a shot," she smiled sweetly and grinned. "Over there,
please," she motioned toward the table, "and you need to pull your shorts
down," she said softly.

"Can't you like, use my arm?" I stammered.

"Nope, you get it in the other place today," she giggled.

I turned to face the table again, and pulled my shorts down, but only far
enough so a small part of my cheeks showed.

Cindy put her finger in the waist band of my underpants and pulled them
down further. I felt a cold swab of alcohol on my right cheek. Then, Cindy
grabbed my ass and squeezed it, to make a better target for the needle.

"Here it comes," she said, and then poked me with one of the biggest ass
needles I have ever seen.

"Ugh!" I grunted as the needle rammed home. Then came the burn of the
medicine. I've had lots of shots; this seemed to be one of the worst.

"All done," she grinned as I stood and quickly pulled up my shorts.

* * * *

The two days it took for the lab tests to come back were terrible. I
worried that I had caught something awful and that I was going to die.

Finally Doc Phillips called.

"You have an STD," he said without any niceties. "Chlamydia."

"Isn't that just something girls get?" I asked dumbly.

"No, and if you were more responsible, we wouldn't be having this
conversation." Doc said with irritation.

"Yes, sir," I said softly.

"I'm writing you a prescription that you can pick up this afternoon. I want
you to come over and get one more shot and then you can use the pills."

I sighed, "Yes sir."

At four that afternoon I had my pants down again and Cindy was taking
aim. I got the impression by the pause between me pulling my jeans down and
her sticking me with the needle, that she kind of liked looking at my
butt. As the needle slammed home, I fucking knew my ass would be sore for
days.

Finally pulling my pants back up, I watched as Cindy sat down at the little
desk the Doc used and took out a form.

"We need to fill this out," she said sweetly, "it's for the County Health
Department."

I closed my eyes briefly.

"So, we need the names of your sexual partners for the last six months."

"Do I have to?" I groaned.

"It's the law," she said gently, finally showing a little compassion.

I resisted, but Cindy finally convinced me that I had a duty to help make
sure that this didn't get spread around.

I was going to tell her, but was too embarrassed. I finally just took the
paper and wrote down Danny's name and address.  As she read it, her eyes
grew wide with disbelief.

"Really?" she asked.

I squirmed again for, like, the tenth time and nodded. The room seemed to
become ever warmer and more uncomfortable as she went down a long list of
other questions. Each one was more intimate and detailed than the one
before.

"Oral sex? When? How often? Anal sex? With whom?"

At last she reached the end. "Thank God," I thought.

"Don't worry, this is all confidential," she assured me softly and finally
headed for the door. I nodded in relief that it was all over.

"Oh, the doctor asked me to give you these," she said, reaching into her
pocket and taking out three foil wrapped condoms.

"He said to tell you, `be more careful next time'" she giggled.

* * * *

The mayor called and told me I could stay in the apartment over the Center
until the end of the month. That gave me a few more weeks, but I still
needed to find a place to live, and soon. I weighed going out to look for
another job or taking a few more classes at the campus. I decided to add to
the classes I had already registered for, and go to school full time. Doing
the math, I thought I'd probably have enough money to see me through if I
was careful.

Trev and I talked on the phone, and sticking to my promise that I wouldn't
keep secrets from him ever again, I told him about having had to go to the
Doc. I told him everything!

"Serves you right," he said without sympathy when I told him about how
Cindy seemed to take delight in poking me in the ass.

I knew I'd have to give the medicine a couple of weeks to work before we
could get together. So, I told Trev I was sorry we couldn't do anything for
a while.

"Besides, it's going to be crazy closing the place down."

"Yeah, I figured that. School starts in, like, a week and a half, and Momma
has me busy all the time."

"What about a guy's weekend the Friday after classes start? We can watch
the opening football game; you can invite Justin to sit with us."

"Yeah, that'd be cool!"

"Okay, you talk to Momma and get permission."

Trev agreed, and then he gave a small laugh, "You know, making me wait ten
days is cruel?"

"It is huh?"

"Ya, so now you owe ME one."

"I do?" I chuckled.

"Ya, believe me, your ass is mine," he said authoritatively.

"Oh God, first Cindy, and now you!" I laughed.


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