Date: Mon, 5 Jul 2004 12:43:07 -0700 (PDT) From: Thomas Gaige <togaige@yahoo.com> Subject: Brothers, Friends, & Lovers - Chapter 6 DISCLAIMER: The following story is FICTIONAL. It contains descriptions of sexual activities between men, teenage boys, and between men and teenage boys. If you are not over 18 years of age, or if you find this type of story offensive, or viewing this material is illegal where you are, then please DO NOT READ IT! If you choose to read it, then - I hope you enjoy it! Brothers, Friends, & Lovers Chapter 6 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Luke and Brian were beginning to clear the 4-5" of snow off the driveway that had fallen overnight, as Jason left to go see Paul. He was glad that no more than that had fallen, or he might not have been able to drive through it, without first helping the boys shovel and snowblow. He tooted his horn at them as he left, and they waved back at him. A few minutes later, Jason pulled up in front of Paul's house. He was surprised to find Paul's father home yet, and outside running the snowblower. Mr. Kelsey stopped the machine and gave Jason a quick hug hello. "How come Paul's not clearing the snow?" Jason asked. "Don't tell me he's got jet lag!" "Unfortunately not," Mr. Kelsey said. "He's got a good cold, or the flu or something. Barb's gonna take him to the doctor in a little while. He's awake, but he's still in bed. I guess you can go up and say hello to him, but don't stay too long, and stay back from him. You don't want to catch it!" "That sucks!" Jason said. "OK, I'll just run up and say hello. Thanks Mr. Kelsey." "Sure thing Jason," Mr. Kelsey answered. Mr. Kelsey re-started his snowblower then, and Jason walked over to the back door and walked in. He found Mrs. Kelsey in the kitchen, making what he assumed was breakfast for Paul. They exchanged greetings and pleasantries for a couple minutes. Then she too told Jason he could go upstairs and say hello to her son, but to keep back from him. Jason smiled and walked into the hallway and went upstairs. When Jason got to Paul's bedroom, he found the door open. Looking in, he saw his friend lying in bed, bundled under the covers. He looked awful and appeared to be sleeping. "Dude! You awake?" Jason whispered. Paul's eyes opened, and a slight smile spread across his face. "Jason!" he barely whispered. He still had laryngitis. "C'mon in. But don't get near me. I'm real sick!" "I heard. That's what your parents said," Jason said. "Man, that sucks!" "Sure does!" Paul croaked. "Been sick a few days now. Darren is too." Jason pulled the chair from Paul's desk out and sat down in it, facing Paul's bed. "If your dorm room's as small as our's, I can imagine how you'd both catch each other's colds," Jason said. Paul smiled slightly. The talked for a few minutes, then Jason said, "Paul, there's something I have to tell you." Paul looked at him curiously, as Jason looked at him a little guiltily. Jason gathered up his courage then, and told Paul everything about his relationship with Dan. When he finished, Paul was smiling. He was happy to see that. He'd thought finding out about Dan might upset Paul. Apparently it hadn't. Paul pulled himself up into more of a sitting position, and leaned back against his headboard. Then he told Jason about himself and Darren. He even told Jason about all their extracuricular sexual activities at the porn shops and bath houses. Jason's eyes got bigger the more he listened. When Paul finally finished his tale, Jason sat somewhat in shock, trying to digest everything Paul had said. "Are you mad at me?" Paul asked, not sure of Jason's mood. "No. No!" Jason said. "Although, I thought you might be upset about m and Dan. Seems we both found guys to be with." "Yeah, but we're still best buds! Right?" Paul asked. Jason grinned and said, "Always will be!" The two grinned at each other then. Jason's grin faded right away though. "So what's wrong?" Paul asked. "Well, I'm just concerned," Jason said. "Isn't all that sex you have at the bath houses and porn shops dangerous? I mean, can't you catch things that way?" "Well, I suppose," Paul said. "But we're careful and don't have sex with just anyone. Besides, we use condoms! Man it's the greatest out there! Constant sex! And what a variety! I wish you'd gone to school out there too! We could have one helluva time together!" "Sounds it!" Jason said, still not totally convinced. "Actually," Paul said. "I'm horny as hell right now, and would love to have sex with you, but I don't want you to catch whatever I have. Sure hope I'm better before we have to leave again!" Paul waggled his eyes at Jason and grinned. "Yeah," Jason said, smiling benignly. "So what's your favorite class?" Paul asked, suddenly changing the subject. Jason furrowed his brow and looked at him. Then he realized Paul was looking past him. He turned, just in time to see Mrs. Kelsey walking in the door carrying a tray of food for Paul. "Um... my drafting class I guess," Jason replied, as Mrs. Kelsey set the tray of food on the edge of the bed, next to her son. "So things are going well for you at school too?" Mrs. Kelsey asked. "Yes maam," Jason answered. "That's good," she said. "I'm sorry, but you'll have to leave in a few minutes. Paul's doctor's appointment is in just 40 minutes. So he'll have to get ready to go." "OK, I'll leave in a minute," Jason answered. "Alright then," Mrs. Kelsey said. "Paul. Try to eat some of the broth at least." "Yes Mom!" Paul said, smiling wanly at her. "OK, then," Mrs. Kelsey said. She left then, and went back downstairs. As Paul spooned some of the chicken broth his mother had brought up to him, and munched on the saltines she'd brought along with it, the boys talked a couple minutes longer, planning to get together in a couple days when Paul was feeling better. When Paul was finished eating, Jason left. As he walked out the driveway, he called 'good-bye' to Mr. Kelsey, who was putting away his snowblower. Mr. Kelsey waved back. * * * When Jason got home, the driveway was clear. Luke and Brian weren't outside anymore. He wondered if they were inside, or if they'd taken off to Brian's house for awhile. He didn't have long to wonder, because as soon as he walked inside, he heard loud music playing upstairs. He headed upstairs to see what the boys were up to. When Jason walked up to his brother's door, he was surprised to find they'd left it open. The two boys were both completely nude, and were on Luke's bed. Brian was on his hands and knees. His face and chest were lying flat on the bed, and his ass was sticking up in the air, and was pushed back toward Luke. Luke was on his knees behind him, shoving his cock, which was glistening with lube, swiftly in and out of Brian's asshole. Brian's face was facing Jason, but he had his eyes closed and he was moaning continually. Luke was staring straight ahead of him at the wall, so he didn't see Jason either. He was gasping and grunting, and was clearly enjoying himself. Jason stood in Luke's doorway with his mouth hanging open, and his dick rapidly expanding. He quickly reached down inside his boxers and adjusted it, so it hung off to his left, rather than remaining doubled over. "Ooohhhhh! I'm gonna cum soon!" Brian cried out. "Me too!" Luke gasped in reply. He tilted his head back then until he was staring at the ceiling, and started fucking Brian a little faster then. Jason, who still had his hand down his pants, began squeezing his dick. He couldn't believe how hot the two boys looked! If they kept at it much longer, he thought he was going to cream his shorts himself. Suddenly, Brian let out a cry, and his face contorted as he fired a huge load of jism all over the towel he'd laid underneath himself before Luke started fucking him. "Fuck!" Luke gasped immediately afterward, and he half doubled over Brian's body, as his semen flooded his friend's bowels. "OOHhhh!" Brian groaned a second later, as his second volley of cum shot out of his dick. "AAAhhhh!" Luke cried, as he continued pumping Brian's rectum full of sperm. Jason was so lost in watching his brother and his friend having their mutual orgasm, that he didn't realize he'd been masturbating himself with his hand, which was still shoved down his pants. Suddenly, he realized he was on the brink of having his own orgasm. "Oh what the fuck!" Jason thought, as he realized it was too late to stop, and his shorts were gonna end up a mess. Jason couldn't tear himself away from watching the boys. Nor could he stop jacking off. Seconds after Luke's orgasm began, Jason let out a silent gasp, as he ejaculated in his shorts. As the two boys continued having their own orgasms, Jason had his as well. All three boys spasmed over and over, until they'd completely emptied themselves of their semen. Eventually, all three of their orgasms ended. Jason quickly stumbled backward, to his room and went in and shut the door. He didn't want the boys to know he'd been watching them. As Jason was pulling on a pair of dry jeans, after having changed his soaked, gooey boxers, the music in Luke's room suddenly shut off. Then he heard the boys' voices in the hallway outside his door. "Jason's door wasn't shut before!" Luke said. "You're right!" Brian said. "Y-you don't think he came home while we were ..." Luke said. "Fuck! I hope not!" Brian said. * * * Jason had finished redressing by then. Smiling evily to himself, he decided to play dumb for the moment, and have a little fun with the boys. He opened his door, and the guys were standing right in front of it. Jason just looked at them grinning a moment, as both of them went beet red. Still grinning, Jason waited a minute, then finally said, "Kinda loud music you had going there." The boys both gave Jason confused looks. Jason didn't say anything for a minute. "Uh... sorry!" Luke said. "No problem!" Jason said. "Just don't do that when the rents are around." "Uh... OK!" Luke said. "You guys OK? Jason asked. "You look kinda funny!" "We're fine," Luke said, figuring then, that if Jason had seen the two of them, he'd have said so by now. "Wanta play some video games?" Jason asked. Both boys became more enthusiastic then, and all three of them went downstairs to play some games. They played together then for the rest of the morning. * * * An hour before they thought they'd be hungry, the guys phoned the local pizzeria and ordered a couple of twenty-four cuts with the works, and extra cheese. They asked for it to be delivered. About an hour later, the pizza arrived. While the boys set out plates and napkins, Jason ran down into the basement to the second refrigerator. 'Yes!' he thought to himself, when he saw that it was well stocked with loose bottles of beer. He grabbed three bottles of Molson, and ran back upstairs. "You're letting us drink beer?" Luke asked, blinking and staring at Jason. "I think we can get away with one each, and Dad won't notice!" Jason replied, grinning. "But don't be doing this without me being home! Else you might get into big trouble!" "OK," Luke said, as he and Brian grinned back at him. The three boys sat down then and began devouring their pizza, and thoroughly enjoying their beer with it. After they'd each had one piece, Jason rather nonchalantly said, "By the way, you guys really should shut your bedroom door when you're gonna do that!" Luke stopped short, as he was biting into a piece of pizza, and Brian almost choked on a piece of his. Both of them got big eyes, and blushed profusely. "Wh-what do you mean?" Luke asked, cautiously. "When you're gonna play loud music," Jason said. The two boys looked at Jason cautiously, then relaxed a little. "Or anything else you might be doing for that matter!" Jason added, smiling evenly at them, as he chewed his piece of pizza. Luke and Brian blushed darker then, but still didn't know whether or not Jason had seen them having sex. "We thought we were home alone," Luke said, finally. "Well, yeah, but what if Mom came home from work early?" Jason asked. "You don't want to get caught doing that! And, you know how she hates it when you play music that loud!" Laughing inside to himself, Jason changed the subject then, realizing that neither boy knew what to think. Neither could figure out if he'd seen them or not. Jason thought it might be best to leave it that way. At least, he expected, Luke would always close the door from now on, and that way wouldn't get caught in the act. Of course, then he wouldn't get to catch them himself either, Jason thought sadly. Luke and Brian resumed eating, both of them glancing at Jason every so often, not sure what to think. * * * After lunch, Jason asked the boys if they'd like to go take in a movie - his treat. Luke and Brian jumped at the chance as there were a couple out they really wanted to see. So after they picked up, they checked the movie listings and found that one was going to start in a half hour at the local two-screen moviehouse, so they jumped in Jason's car and drove over. There was a good-sized crowd, as a lot of kids were on vacation, but they managed to get good seats together, and they pigged out on buckets of popcorn as they watched the movie. After the movie, they had a little time to kill, so they stopped by the bowling alley to see if there were any lanes free. There weren't. However, Jason scanned the lanes and saw one group of old people packing up to go, so they waited. As soon as the people had checked out, they rented shoes, and went and bowled a couple games. Afterward, it was time for them to drop Brian at home, so they swung past his house and left him off at his door. Jason drove himself and Luke home then. They arrived just after their mother, but before their father. Mr. and Mrs. Anderson each had the next four days off, as did Luke. Jason had a couple more days off in addition to that yet. The next day was Thanksgiving. Mrs. Anderson's parents and sister and her family would be coming for dinner. Aside from having to get things ready for dinner the next day, they had nothing else to do, so everyone was in a good mood at supper that night. * * * Thanksgiving morning at the Anderson household, everyone worked together to get things ready for the turkey dinner. In between, they all took breaks to watch the parades on TV. At noon, Mrs. Anderson's parents arrived. A half hour later, her sister, along with her husband, and son and daughter arrived. At 2:00 everyone sat down together and enjoyed the turkey dinner Mrs. Anderson had cooked. Dessert was a choice of pies. There was Pumpkin, Apple, Pecan, Mincemeat, and Lemon Meringue. After dinner, the guys gathered in front of the TV in the livingroom and watched some football, while the women cleared the table, hand washed the good china, silverware, and crystal, and loaded everything else into the dishwasher. Everyone left around 5:00. That evening, the Andersons made sandwiches out of the leftover turkey, and finished off most of the pies. Late that evening, Jason talked to Dan on the phone. He too had had a nice holiday. * * * The next couple of days were lazy days for the boys. While Mr. and Mrs. Anderson drove into Burlington early Friday morning to Mrs. Anderson's favorite shopping mall to get the 'Black Friday' specials, the boys dragged all the Christmas decorations out of the attic and began decorating the house. The only thing they didn't bring down were the Christmas Tree ornaments, as they usually had a live tree at Christmas, and it was too early to put that up. Later in the day, Jason called Paul. He was disappointed that Paul still felt like crap. He had seen the doctor two days earlier, and he'd put him on antibiotics. They were just starting to work a little Paul thought. "It was kind of scary though," Paul said. "He started asking me all about my sexual activities when I told him I was having some drainage from my urethra, and showed him my butt." "Ew! You didn't tell me all that!" Jason said. "Well, it's kind of embarrassing!" Paul replied. "I can see why," Jason said. "Anyway, did you tell him everything?" "Well... not exactly everything," Paul said. "What's that mean?" Jason asked. "Well... he made me feel nervous and guilty," Paul said. "Well, did you tell him you have sex with guys?" Jason asked. "Yeah, I did admit that. I told him I was gay and had a boyfriend," Paul said. "I also told him I'd been with a couple other guys too." "What'd he say?" Jason asked. "Well, I could tell that on a personal level he really didn't approve," Paul said. "But he wasn't terrible about it. He lectured me a little about things not to do. It kind of scared me though, because some of the things he told me not to do, that I thought were supposed to be OK, I've already done! Anyway, he wanted me take a full battery of tests for STDs!" "Oh Fuck!" Jason said. "When do you have to take them?" "He did them right away. I get the results Monday," Paul said. "I'm a little scared though. What if I got something?" "Well, most things they can give you medicine for," Jason said, hopefully. "Not everything. Jase! I'm scared maybe I have AIDS! I've been looking online and a lot of the symptoms people who have AIDS have, I have!" Paul said. "Did the doctor say he thought you had that?" Jason asked. "No, but he said the possibility could exist that I was infected with HIV, so he tested me for that too," Paul said. "Well, he's probably just being thorough! Don't worry about it," Jason said, hoping to relieve some of the fear his friend was obviously feeling. "I'll try not to I guess. Anyway, I gotta take a nap. I'm dragging my ass!" Paul said finally. "OK, I'll talk to you tomorrow," Jason said. They said good-bye then, and hung up. * * * Saturday and Sunday Paul was still feeling poorly, although Sunday he was finally a little better. Nevertheless, he and Jason didn't get together at all over the weekend. Jason did get together with some other friends of his for a while Saturday. the rest of the time, he hung out with Luke, and Brian, who spent the weekend at the house. Somewhat to his chagrin, Jason did notice that Luke's door was shut now whenever he and Brian were in his room. Jason was also a little disappointed that his brother was obviously getting a lot more sex than he was, while he was home. As a result, whenever Luke and Brian were behind closed doors, Jason usually locked himself in his room too, and with the aid of a glob of hand lotion, and the image in his mind of his brother fucking Brian up the ass, he relieved his own tensions as well. * * * Monday, Paul was feeling a bit better. He decided he was well enough to drive himself to the doctor's office, so his parents both went to work, leaving him a car. At the appointed time, Paul drove to the doctor's. After waiting in the waiting room a while, he was ushered into an examination room. When the doctor arrived, he looked at Paul and asked him how he was feeling. Paul told him he was feeling a bit better, but was still sick though. "Well, that's to be expected, I guess," the doctor said, not elaborating further. The doctor made Paul take all his clothes off. Then he examined him from head to toe, front and back. He spent a long time looking in his mouth and throat, and listening to his lungs. He also examined his penis carefully, and his asshole too. When he was through, he told Paul to get dressed, then come back to his office. Paul thought that was odd, and he started to feel a little nervous, but he started dressing. When he was dressed, he stepped out of the examination room, and walked back to the doctor's office. When the doctor stood up and closed the door, Paul began to get very nervous. "I have the results of all of your tests back," the doctor said. "Some are OK, but some are not! You need to listen carefully to everything I tell you." Paul felt doomed. His face must have showed his fear, because the doctor came around his desk and sat in the chair next to him. "First of all, you do not have strep throat, as we first suspected," he said. "What you have is gonorrhea of the throat. Gonorrhea is a sexually transmitted disease. For it to have occurred in your throat, you must either have been kissing someone who had the germ in their mouth, or, which is usually more likely the case, you could have contracted it while performing oral sex on someone. How you came to get it is of no consequence to yourself at this point. Gonorrhea is curable. I'll be giving you a prescription for medicine to take to clear it up." "So, I'll be OK then?" Paul asked. "As far as the gonorrhea goes, yes," the doctor replied. "You do however have a couple of other problems as well. The irritation you're experiencing around your anus, and the spots there, appear to be genital warts." Paul just looked at the doctor. The doctor continued speaking then. "Genital warts are also contracted through sexual contact. They are acquired when someone who has them, rubs the part of their body that has them, on the other person in an area where the skin has been compromised. Generally when someone gets them in their anal area, it's due to receiving anal intercourse from someone whose genitals have them on them. I suspect that is the case with you. However, it is also possible, but not as likely, that a person who has the warts in their mouth, could always pass them to another person's anal area by performing analingus on them. They can be gotten rid of, but you'll need to see a doctor who can perform a laser treatment on them, to burn them off completely. I would suggest you wait until you get back to California, and see a doctor there about that. Don't wait though. They get worse if you wait." Paul gulped, and said he would. "Now," said the doctor. "There's one last problem you have. I've waited until last, because it's the most serious problem I found. You need to remember, that with the various medicines we have available now, this condition can be lived with for a long time, provided you strictly adhere to your doctor's advice." Paul knew then what the doctor was going to say, and his eyes filled with tears even before he heard the doctor tell him he was HIV positive. Paul broke down crying. The doctor sat by sympathetically handing him kleenexes until Paul got control of himself. When he finally stopped crying, he barely heard the rest of what the doctor said, he felt so scared. The doctor luckily had written down everything for him, and had also provided several pamphlets and booklets for him to read, many of which had website addresses he could go to as well, for more information. Finally, the doctor gave Paul a handful of prescriptions, and told him to get them filled right away, and how to take his medications. He also told paul to get a doctor in California as well, and see him right away, so he would have help out there. Most importantly, he told Paul not to have sex with anyone, as he could infect them as well. Numbly, Paul nodded. Further, he told Paul that he needed to contact anyone with whom he had had sexual relation, so they they could be checked too for HIV, as well as gonorrhear, and genital warts. Paul nodded. "I'm very sorry Paul," the doctor said. "I know you might not believe this, but HIV is NOT as bad as it used to be. If you handle your medicines and lifestyle correctly from here on, and follow the doctor's instructions, you should live a long, relatively healthy life yet." Paul nodded. The doctor wished him good luck, and said good-bye to him. "Bye," Paul said, and he ran from the office, through the waiting room, and out to the car, with the receptionist calling after him that she needed his copay. The doctor stepped out to her and whispered, "he won't be back today. Just send him the bill." * * * When Paul got in the car, he sat numbly staring at the dashboard for a couple minutes. Then, tears began to run down his cheeks, and he began sobbing uncontrollably. Paul cried for some time, until he was literally exhausted from the effort and his eyes hurt. Eventually he stopped, and was able to get the car started and drive home. He hoped nobody would be home when he got there, so he didn't have to face his parents' questions right away. He knew he'd break down if that happened, and he wouldn't be able to hide it. When he turned into the driveway though, Paul felt stricken. Not only was his father's car in the driveway, but both his parents were just getting out of it, and saw him turning in. They smiled and waved at him. He briefly returned their wave, as he felt his eyes welling with tears again. "Go in already!" he thought, desperately to himself. But his parents stood there smiling, waiting for him to pull into the driveway, and join them. "Fuck!" Paul exclaimed, smashing his hand down on the steering wheel. "Why is everything going wrong all of a sudden?" Paul thought, frenzied now. Finally, he realized he couldn't just sit there waiting. His parents were beginning to look at him strangely. He gunned the engine and drove the car up into the driveway, parking behind his father's car. Quickly, he got out of the car, handed his mother her car keys, and said he had to go to the bathroom. Then he raced into the house. "He's acting awfully strange, don't you think Ray?" Paul's mother said. "Well, he's not feeling well," Paul's father replied. "But he seems upset, and he looked like he was crying too!" Mrs. Kelsey said. "Barbara, I'm sure it's just part of his cold," Mr. Kelsey said. "Still... let's go and check on him. Besides, I want to know what the doctor said," Mrs. Kelsey said. * * * Paul had ripped his coat off and tossed it on his bed, then run into the bathroom and locked the door. He sank down on the toilet, and started weeping again. After a couple minutes, he heard his parents outside the bathroom door. He tried to quiet his snuffling as much as possible. "Paul, are you alright?" he heard his mother ask. "Y-yes," he managed to answer. "He's crying in there, I can tell! I told you he looked like he was crying!" Paul heard his mother whispering to his father. His father didn't reply to her. "Goddamn fucking cheap thin door!" Paul thought to himself. "Paul!" his father said. "Whatever's wrong, come on out and we can talk about it." "Did something happen at the doctor's?" his mother added, sounding a little worried now. Paul leaped up and opened the door. "Can't anyone have a little privacy around here?" he hollered, pushing them out of the way, and running across the hall into his room and locking the door. "Paul! Please! You're scaring me!" his mother called to him, sounding like she was starting to cry. "Paul! We're your parents. You can talk to us about it!" his father said through the door. There was silence for a minute, and all that could be heard on either side of the door was Paul's and his mother's crying. "Fine! I'll call the doctor myself then!" Mr. Kelsey yelled, sounding angry, albeit very worried now. "NO!" Paul screamed, leaping off his bed. "You can't do that!" he added. "I can and I will, unless you talk to us!" his father threatened. There was silence for a moment again. Finally, Paul saw no way out of it. Either he told his parents, or they'd call the doctor, and he knew he'd tell them - screw any patient/doctor confidentiality - that's not how it worked in small towns like this. "Fine! Go downstairs and wait for me in the living room. I'll be right there," Paul said, resignedly. "Alright, but don't take too long. Your mother's very upset!" his father said. Paul heard his parents' footsteps receding down the stairs. He sat on the edge of his bed a minute, thinking. Finally he got up, thinking to himself, "Well, this is it. They'll either be OK with it. Or they'll hate me!" Paul dried his eyes and face, then walked over to the door, opened it, and headed down the stairs. When Paul got downstairs, he found his parents sitting next to each other on the edge of the couch. Mrs. Kelsey was weeping quietly, and Mr. Kelsey looked upset as well. He sat down on the edge of the seat of a chair, across from them. "I have something to tell you," Paul said. "And, I don't think you're going to like it. I'm sorry if anything I tell you upsets you!" His parents looked a little confused then. "I saw the doctor," Paul said. "I don't have strep throat like he thought, although I do have a bad cold and a virus. There're a couple of other incidental things as well, that he gave me prescriptions for. All of that will go away. But... there's something else." Paul paused then, as he felt tears welling in his eyes again. He took a deep breath, and rubbed his eyes a moment, then continued, as both his parents looked even more worried. "The doctor ran some other tests while I was there. I got the results today. I have HIV," he said. Paul dropped his eyes to the floor as he said the last part. He couldn't bear to see their faces, when the truth about what he was telling them hit them. Paul's parents sat in stunned silence for a moment, both looking at Paul with confused expressions. Finally Paul's father spoke. "Did you say you have HIV?" "Yes," Paul said quietly, still looking at the floor. More silence. "But there must be some mistake!" his father said, "You have to have sex with another man to get it. Men don't get that from women! or... HAVE YOU BEEN DOING DRUGS?" Paul looked up at his father, who was looking angrily at him. "No Dad! I don't do drugs," he said, evenly. Paul's mother was weeping into a Kleenex now. "Well, How the Hell did you get it then?" Mr. Kelsey, said, somewhat accusatively. Paul looked at him and shrugged a little. "You don't know?" Mr. Kelsey asked, incredulously. "Well, if you weren't doing drugs, and you didn't get any blood transfusions that you haven't told us about, that only leaves one way to get it! Are you telling me you're GAY?" Paul's face went red then, and tears welled in his eyes, but he finally looked his father in the eye and nodded, as tears began running down his cheeks. "WHAT?" Mr. Kelsey cried loudly. "I-I'm g-gay! And I'm HIV positive!" Paul said, through his tears. Mrs. Kelsey leaned over and began sobbing into a pillow then, as Mr. Kelsey just sat staring at his son, completely stupified. "YOU HAVE SEX WITH MEN????" he screamed suddenly at Paul, standing up, his eyes blazing with fury now. Paul shrank back a little in his chair, and looked up at his father. This was just the reaction Paul had feared the most. He knew how his father felt about "Fags"! He hated them! Now his own son had just admitted he was one himself. "WELL???" his father yelled, staring down at him now. Paul finally managed to nod yes. Then he quickly closed his eyes, waiting for his father to hit him. There was silence for a moment. No blow came. Suddenly Mr. Kelsey began bellowing at Paul, "NO SON OF MINE IS GONNA BE A FAGGOT!!! IF THAT'S WHAT YOU ARE - THEN I NO LONGER HAVE A SON! GET THE HELL OUT OF THIS HOUSE!!! NOW!!!!" Paul was stunned. His chest suddenly felt constricted with pain. He had expected his father to be mad, but not mad enough to throw him out. "What?" Paul's mother said, now, through her tears. "Ray! You can't do that!" "I CAN AND I JUST DID! IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT, YOU CAN GET OUT ALONG WITH HIM!" Ray bellowed at her. Barbara Kelsey couldn't believe her husband had just said that. She looked completely stricken. Paul was horrified too. "I SAID GET OUT!!!!!!!!!!" Paul's father bellowed at him, again. Not knowing what else to do, Paul leaped up and ran to the front door. He grabbed his parka off a hook on the wall behind the door, and ran outside, pulling it on. "Noooooo!" he heard his mother wailing from within yet. "I told you to shut up or go with him!" Mr. Kelsey yelled. All that could be heard then was Mrs. Kelsey's sobbing. Paul's head was pounding, and tears were running down his cheeks again. What the hell was he supposed to do now? It was starting to get dark. It was freezing cold. And he had been thrown out of his home, with none of his belongings. He had nowhere to go, and didn't know what to do. He thought a minute, but then the cold started to get to him. Then, he thought maybe he could spend the night with Jason, so he set off for the Anderson's house. * * * When Paul got to Jason's, he was glad Jason answered the door himself. "Holy Shit! What's wrong?" Jason asked, when he opened the door to find his friend standing there, who'd obviously been doing a lot of crying. "C-can I come in?" Paul asked, shivering. "Sure! C'mon!" Jason said. He ushered Paul in. When Paul had taken off his parka and hung it up, Jason said, "C'mon, let's go up to my room. We can talk then." Paul, nodded gratefully. The two boys went up to Jason's room then, and locked themselves in. They sat down on Jason's bed, and Paul told Jason everything. "And please don't say I told you so about the STDs!" Paul said miserably when he finished, and started weeping again. "Fuck No!" Jason said. "Holy shit Paul! Fuck! I'm so sorry!" Jason took Paul in his arms then, and Paul broke down sobbing yet again. Jason just held him and stroked his back, while he cried himself out. "I'm s-sorry," Paul said, snuffling, when he finally broke away from Jason. "Hey! You don't have to be sorry to anyone! I can't believe what an asshole your father is being! And, that you mother didn't just walk out with you!" "It's not her fault!" Paul said adamently, defending his mother. "No, but still, she should've walked out with you," Jason said. "She's too upset," Paul said. The two were silent a moment. "So what're you gonna do?" Jason asked. "I don't know!" Paul said, forlornly. "I just want to go back to school, but I bet I can't now! But, I can't stay here either!" "Well, you'll stay here with me tonight," Jason said. "Then, in the morning, we'll figure something out." Paul gave Jason a tiny smile. "Thanks," he said. "You have no idea how much this means to me!" Jason took Paul in his arms and hugged him. As he held Paul, he realized his crying was getting worse, rather than subsiding. Jason pushed Paul back, and looked at him. "What's wrong? Why are you crying more?" "Wh-what am I g-gonna tell Darren???" he asked, looking at Jason with a horrified look. Paul hadn't thought about Darren, since his conversation with his parents. "The truth," Jason said. "Besides, he may be the one who gave it to you! I know he wouldn't have meant to, but he might not have known he had it! Maybe he still doesn't. He needs to be tested." Paul nodded, then said, "D-do you think he'll still want me?" "I don't know Paul," I said. "But I know this. If he doesn't, then he's not worth having!" Paul hugged Jason then, tightly. * * * Paul spent the night at the Andersons. He hardly ate a bite at dinner. Mr. and Mrs. Anderson could tell that something was wrong, but decided to keep quiet about it. After supper, Jason and Paul went up to Jason's room, and locked themselves back in. They spent the evening together, lying on the bed, talking about Paul's options. Finally at 10:00, Paul was falling asleep. The two boys got ready for bed, and crawled in next to each other. "I know that when we went away to college, we said we'd always have sex together, even if we were with someone else," Paul said, after they were settled in bed together. "Well, I don't think we should have sex anymore, no matter how careful we might be, all things considered." "Um... well... Actually, I was thinking the same thing," Jason said. "I hope that doesn't sound awful though." "No, not at all," Paul said. The two soon fell asleep then. Jason slept soundly, but Paul kept waking up to bad dreams. He laid thinking most of the night, between dozing off to his nightmares. In the morning, he didn't feel that he'd slept at all. Mr. and Mrs. Anderson had left for work by the time Jason and Paul got up. Luke wasn't home, as he'd slept over at Brian's. So, the two were alone in the house. Jason made them both scrambled eggs and bacon. As they ate, they formulated a plan for Paul. He needed to have his prescriptions filled, but didn't have the money to fill them. "Let them ring them up under your father's drug plan yet. Even if he finds out, it's no money out of his pocket. It's just insurance!" Jason said. "I wanta get out of here then! I wanta go back to California!" Paul said. "Sounds like you've been thinking things over," Jason said. "I have. Didn't sleep well last night," Paul said. "Do you have enough money to go back to California?" Jason asked. "I got my plane ticket already. And next semester's paid for. I don't think my father would bother to try and get the money back. Regardless, I have to see Darren. And if school's a bust, I'll get a job. I want to stay out in California, though. As far away from here as possible. I'm supposed to fly out this afternoon. Except all my stuff's back at the house." Paul said. "After the pharmacy, we'll swing by your house and pick up your stuff," Jason said. "Then, I'll drive you to the airport!" "OK," Paul said, glumly. "C'mon, cheer up. I bet your dad comes around, after he thinks it over," Jason said. "Yeah, right!" Paul snorted. "Well, you can hope," Jason said. Paul just gave Jason a look. After they'd finished eating, they picked up the kitchen, then went upstairs and took turns showering, and got dressed. * * * Jason drove paul to the pharmacy then, and Paul got his prescriptions filled. The pharmacist spent some time explaining a couple of them to Paul. "Oh this is gonna be a real joy!" Paul said, as they were leaving. "You have no idea how many pills I have to take, and at what strict intervals! And I can't drink with them!" "How long do you have to do that?" Jason made the mistake of asking. "FOREVER!" Paul said, angrily, glaring at him. "WHY ME????" Jason looked sadly at his friend, as tears welled in his eyes. "C'mon," Paul said, a few seconds later. "With any luck, my parents won't be home, and I can get my stuff and clear out of here!" Jason drove Paul to his house. "YES! Finally a bit of luck!" Paul exclaimed, when he saw both cars were gone. The two boys raced in the house and up to Paul's room. When they got there, there was a note in his mother's handwriting sitting on his bed. Paul's heart jumped. Nervously he picked it up. "Open it!" Jason said after watching Paul stare at the outside of the envelope for a few seconds. Paul looked nervously at Jason, but ripped the envelope open with his finger. It contained a letter and a bunch of twenty dollar bills. Paul unfolded the sheet of paper and began reading. When he was finished, he sat with tears running down his cheeks, holding the letter in his hand. "Well?" Jason asked. Paul handed him the letter. Jason read through it quickly: "My Dear Paul, I love you so much my dear! Nothing will ever change that. Not even if you're homosexual, as you say you are. Your father though, feels differently. I'm sorry. And, I'm sorry for his behavior last night. He should never have told you to leave. We talked for quite a while, after you left. I'm sorry to say that your father's adament at this time that you not come back here. I've fixed it though, so that you can return to school. Your father and I will continue to pay for your education and living expenses, until you graduate. We'll also continue your health care coverage, which I imagine you'll be needing to use quite a bit now. I'm sure you're surprised to hear all this. Funny thing about your father - after he threatened me, telling me to leave, he had a change of heart, when I began packing! I convinced him that the best thing for everyone would be if you were allowed to go back to school, and we paid your bills yet for you. I pray you come home to get your things, and read this. Please Paul. Please, try to understand your father's point of view, as narrow-minded as it might be. Give him some time to adjust to what you told us yesterday, and hopefully, your father will come around. I know your plane leaves this afternoon. I'm not going to be able to take you to the airport. Pack your things, then use this money to get a taxi, or maybe ask Jason for a ride. I do hope you were at his house last night. I wanted to call and check, but it would only have riled your father again. I'm so sorry my love! I bet you feel I'm not being much of a mother at the moment, but trust me that I do love you with all of my heart, and I always will, no matter what! I do love your father though too. This is tearing me in half Paul, but I'm trying my best to hold our family together, in hopes that someday, your father will come around. If you need anything, you can call me on my cell phone, or e-mail me. I wouldn't try calling or mailing the house directly though. At least not yet. And, I'll be calling you too. Get a doctor out in California. Get a good one. And listen to what he tells you! Take your medicines. Get plenty of rest. And (I'm not being judgemental now) - but, you must stop having sex with people who are infected! I do love you Paul! I always will! Have a good flight! Love, Mom" Tears were streaming down Paul's face yet, when Jason looked back up at him. He was smiling through his tears though. "Well, looks like you've still got your Mom!" Jason said, quietly. Paul smiled again and hugged Jason. After a few minutes, Paul released Jason, and dried his eyes. "OK, let's pack!" he said. Paul got up and started packing his stuff. Curiously, Jason noticed he dug an extra suitcase out of the back of his closet. He began cramming more clothes and other of his belongings in it, including a couple of his old childhood toys, his school yearbooks, and other mementos. "Uh... Dude... what're you doing?" Jason asked. "Packing!" Paul said. "I have no intention of ever coming back here again, so I'm taking everything I want with me now." He dragged a duffel bag out of his closet yet, and packed a few more things. After a few minutes, there were two suitcases, two duffels, and a carry-on bag on the bed. His skateboard was sitting next to it all. Finally, Paul scanned the room, looking at the things that were left behind. Jason noticed that he'd left his favorite picture of himself and his dad together, holding up some fish they'd caught on a fishing trip. "What about that?" Jason asked, pointing at it. "I don't have a father anymore," Paul replied, looking bitterly at him. "You don't know that," Jason said. "Your mom thinks he'll come around." "She knows he won't," Paul said. "He's just humoring her so he doesn't lose his wife too!" Jason just looked at Paul a minute, but decided to drop the subject. "How the hell are you going to carry all this?" Jason asked. "And isn't there a limit on the number of bags you can take?" "I'll pay to check the extra bags," Paul said. "If I can't do that, will you mail them to me?" "Sure," Jason said. Paul sat down at his desk then, and took out a sheet of paper. He scawled a quick note to his mother, telling her he loved her, and thanking her, and telling her he was going back to school. Then as an act of finality, he removed his set of house keys from his key ring and laid them down next to the note. Jason looked questioningly at Paul. "C'mon, help me get this out of here please," Paul said. "I want to get out of here before they come home!" Jason and Paul made a couple trips each down to Jason's car, carrying Paul's things. On his last trip down, Paul took one last sad look around his room. With tears forming in his eyes again, Paul galloped down the stairs and out of the house, slamming the door shut behind him... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The next chapter in this series will be published shortly. Author's note: Last chapter I told you to watch for my new single-chapter story entitled "My Son's Sexuality", which I would be posting soon under the 'Bisexual - Beginnings" category. Well, when I sent it in, Nifty thought it would be better if it was put in the 'Bisexual - High School' category. It's there now. Sorry for any inconvenience. Enjoy! Also - look for "My Friend & his Little Brother" under gay/high school too! I just sent it in!