Date: Fri, 20 Jan 2006 22:44:56 -0500
From: Chris Samuels <theshizat@munich.com>
Subject: Accepting, Part II

All that legal Junk: This is a fictional story about budding love between
two young males, including sexual encounters.  Some states/countries have
laws saying you can't read this.  Some people don't like to read this.  If
you fall into either of those categories, don't read this.  All the
following work is the original work of the author, all rights reserved.

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Accepting, Part II |
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Trevor's dreams that night were haunted by visions.  He was at school
taking a test, and he couldn't remember anything.  He wasn't wearing
anything (although something told him that wasn't all too unusual),
everyone was laughing, and he couldn't manage to make his erection go away.
He screamed and howled at everyone to shut up, to no avail.

His dick was throbbing beyond belief, he couldn't concentrate, and to make
matters worse, he was sure that Ben, who was taking the test beside him,
couldn't stop checking him out.  Finally, not being able to stand it
anymore, Trevor jumped up, grabbed Ben and kissed him...

... The lights were out and the feeling of fresh semen filled Trevor's
boxers.  How could that have only been a dream? He wondered.  Nonetheless,
it was incredible, and apparently, his body agreed with him.  Getting up to
clean himself, and his sheets, up, Trevor glanced at the clock.
Three-thirty.  It wouldn't be easy to get more sleep tonight, especially
after such a confusing dream.

He knew he liked Ben, and it worried him.  It wasn't normal for boys to
like boys, at least not where he was from.  Sure, he'd heard about places
like California and Massachusetts where it happened, but he was sure that
was all just tall tales.  Boys liked girls.  Girls liked boys.  That's just
the way it was, and the way it was meant to be.

Forcing himself to close his eyes again, Trevor found himself asleep soon.
Asleep, but not dreaming.  When his alarm blasted him awake near six
thirty, he felt more drained than the previous night.  His head hurt, and
all he could think about was how he would get through another day.
Something was wrong with him, he knew it.

Running downstairs, Trevor nearly pummeled his mother, and fell the rest of
the way.

"Honey!  Are you okay?!?" She screamed?

"I'll be alright mom, I just need to get something"

"Wait a minute!  Don't be running in this house!  Trevor!  Do you hear me?"

Her calls fell to deaf ears as Trevor rummaged through the refrigerator for
something... anything to make him feel better.  Finally, he found some
juice and yogurt and dove right into them.

"What's gotten into you Trevor?  You don't ignore your mother when she's
talking to you.  Now, I want you to go right up to your room and..." her
voice trailed off as she walked into the kitchen.  "Oh my god, your all
red! Are you alright?  Stop eating that and put a thermometer in your mouth
right now.  I'll call the school and tell them your not coming today, and
as soon as we have a temperature, you're going to sleep."

One hundred and one was the reading on the thermometer, and it was no
surprise.  Trevor was feeling weaker by the second, and barely made it back
to his room.  Maybe it was true: homosexuality was a disease, and he was
suffering from it.  He had never felt this way before; he didn't know he'd
ever get better either.

After sleeping the morning off, Trevor groggily went to take a shower and
try to recuperate.  He kept going over the last night's events in his head.
Sure, it was a dream, but it had to mean something about him.  He'd always
known he was different, but there's a line between abnormal and weird.
Even if he were to believe it, how could he explain it to anyone else?

He remembered how proud his dad was when he was younger.  "My son, Trevor,
one day he'll change the world.  He'll really make a name for us.  Can't
you see it?  Trevor Beene, form the Beene family..." Suddenly, he felt sick
again.  He was letting his family down, and he knew it.  All he could do
was destroy the family name...

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The next morning, although he didn't feel incredible, Trevor knew he had to
go back to school.  Maybe he would be lucky, and Ben would have had a
schedule change, be in a different class, and never see him again.

As fate would have it, none of this was true.  In fact, Trevor stepped out
his door that morning to see Mrs. Martina running up.  "I was so worried
when Ben said you were out yesterday, I just wanted to see if I could do
anything to help."

"No, I'm fine now" Trevor replied "must have been a twenty-four hour flu or
something.  Anyways, I'd love to chat, but I have to be going to school
now."

"Oh, Trevor" Mrs. Martina laughed, "don't you worry about that.  I'm about
to take Ben, I drive to work every morning, so it's no problem you see, and
you can come along"

"Really? Well, I mean, I don't' want to be a bother.  I can just walk
really, it's not a big deal"

"Don't be silly, of course you can come.  Besides, Ben tells me he's hardly
gotten to know you, so it will be good for you too".

Not seeing a way out, Trevor knew he was stuck.  He ran inside to tell his
mom, and walked to the car, not knowing what was waiting for him.
Thankfully, he managed to stay soft the entire ride to school, and Ben kept
the conversation down a bit.  Mostly, they talked about where he was from
(California) and how different this place would be.  Trevor tried to tell
him what to do in town, but didn't know much more than the library and
museum.

"Don't worry" Mrs. Martina said, "Ben loves history too.  We're at the
school now boys, have fun!  Oh, and Trevor, you'll be coming home with us
today!  I'll talk to your mom when I get home.  Be ready for some of my
famous Chicken and Biscuits!"

As his mom drove away, Ben hid his face in his hands. "Sorry about her.
She's really a nice lady once you get to know her, but she can be so in
your face sometimes.  Anyways, I'm sure you'll be seeing a lot of here,
even if you don't want to".

Trevor chuckled.  "I don't mind.  Mostly I keep to myself.  Too much to be
honest, so it will be nice to have someone to talk to."  Suddenly blushing
Trevor added, "And have you to talk to I guess."

"Haha.  I don't bite, I swear.  I really do like history too like my mom
pointed out.  Anyways, the bell is about to ring, we should get to class.
I was hoping we could sit next to each other today, maybe compare notes?"

"Ya, that sounds alright.  We better leave now though if we're going to get
the seats." Smiling, the two boys went to class, Ben happy to have a new
friend, and Trevor terrified of it.

Chapter Three to come... I know, I know, Trevor was supposed to go to Ben's
this chapter... just be patient.  I promise he'll be there soon.

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