Date: Mon, 6 Feb 2017 02:12:16 -0800
From: True Fan <truefanauthor@gmail.com>
Subject: PRIORITIES BOOK II CHAPTER 15 (gay/young-friends)

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Priorities
Book 2 - Chapter 15 - Celebrations (Part 2)

*** ~~~ Trevor ~~~ ***
I woke up still feeling as if I'd let Roger down last night. It was
something he wanted and I just couldn't do it. I know we agreed that if we
both weren't comfortable with things we shouldn't do it, but I love him so
much. Was it too much to ask to give him something he wanted?

I know he's awake, but for the first time since we've been together I feel
as if I can't face him. Maybe if I don't move, he won't realize I'm awake.
Unfortunately, that's not going to be the way it's going to be.

"Trevor? Are you awake?" His voice... something's not right.

*** ~~~ Roger ~~~ ***
When I woke up this morning, Trevor was still facing away from me. It's not
usual for him to be this moody. Normally, he's so confident in everything;
I am scared that I caused irreparable harm to our relationship with my
selfish request. I need to figure out how to fix this; he's far too
important to me not to at least try.

I can tell by his breathing he's not asleep, but I know he's not happy. At
one point I actually think I hear him crying. I have no choice; I have to
do something. "Trevor? Are you awake?" I'm on the verge of tears myself.

He's still silent and it's killing me. Finally, I act; I gently touch his
shoulder and he recoils; that's when I know I've fucked up big time. My
fears get the better of me and I run from the room not bothering to dress.
I don't know where to go or what to do, so I sit at the head of the stairs
and cry.

I don't know how long I sat there when someone touches my shoulder, "Roger?
Is everything okay?"

It's Daddy. I turn my head and can't help myself. I leap at him wrapping my
arms around him and cry, "I've messed it all up, Daddy. Trevor hates me! I
know it!"

The concern on his face was evident, "It was about the bondage, wasn't it."
Daddy asked and all I could do was to cry.

"Bobby!!!" Daddy yelled and Papa came running.

"What's wrong?" Papa asked with emergent concern.

"Go check on Nigel and Alex, please; then go get Trevor and meet us in the
family room. We need to talk." It was amazing to me how Daddy could just
`take charge,' the way he did.

Daddy helped me up and led me to the family room. I went to sit on the
loveseat, as Trevor and I usually do, but Daddy sternly requested that I
sit at one end. I never heard this tone in his voice before and I worried
that he would suggest we break up. If that happened, I would hate myself. A
few minutes later, Papa and Trevor came down the stairs. Like us, they
didn't have a stitch of clothing on, not that that really mattered. Daddy
sternly requested that Trevor sit at the other end of the love seat.
Something like this had never happened in our relationship prior to this
point, and I really didn't like it.

*** ~~~ Nick ~~~ ***
I was afraid something like what happened with Trevor and Roger might
actually happen when they first came to me about the bondage issue. In
hindsight, I should have forbidden it, but `til now neither Bobby nor I
have ever forbidden Trevor to do anything. We trust him to make the right
decisions. To add insult to injury, I further became culpable in this
situation because I provided the restraints they were to use. Looking back,
had I taken them to buy them the problem may not have happened.

Roger told me what happened last night and I feel as if had I taken them
shopping, Trevor would have voiced his concerns. Well, since I was
instrumental in causing this mess, it's my job to fix it. I looked at those
two sitting on that loveseat. For the first time since Roger's adoption
they weren't touching when they used that loveseat. If I know them as well
as I think I do, both feel they failed the other. In a way, this is
probably the best thing that could have happened to them. They need to
learn that a relationship isn't always going to be perfect. Until now,
since their adoptions, things have gone exceptionally well for them. Sure,
they've had minor things to contend with, but nothing as major as this.

I'm happy that Bobby told me he'd asked Nigel and Alex to remain in their
room until he came to get them. I have a feeling this is going to take a
little while.

"Babe, this might take some time, please take up some juice and croissants
to Nigel and Alex. There's no reason they should starve." I asked.

As Bobby went upstairs I began, "Okay, first off, I want to apologize to
both of you."

Trevor and Roger both looked at me and said, almost at the same time, the
exact same words, "What do you have to apologize for?"

"Well, I provided the means for this to happen; I should have taken you out
to buy them. Had I done that, this might not have happened. That being
said, I am going to ask you two to talk to one another. I told you both in
the past that a successful relationship is based on trust and people who
trust one another, talk to one another. What happened here is neither of
you communicated your fears to the other; if I could guess why, it would
probably be that each of you thought you were doing something for the
other. Now, Trevor, turn to Roger and explain to him how you're feeling.

He turned and looked at Roger and I could already see the tears beginning
to flow from his eyes. He swallowed, and in a shaky voice said, "Roger, I'm
so sorry. I wanted to do that for you for your birthday, I really did, but
when I was connected to the bedposts and couldn't move I got a very panicky
feeling. What you were doing to my body at the time would usually have
gotten me very excited, but my brain was only focusing on its fears. I know
I should have told you before we did it how I was feeling."

He wiped his eyes before continuing, "I love you so much. When I woke up
this morning I was so mad at myself. I was sure you were going to be angry
with me and I never want that. When you woke up and asked what was wrong, I
couldn't tell you..." Trevor took a deep breath before saying, "...that I was
afraid. That's what caused me to pull away when you touched me."

At that moment Trevor broke down and cried. Roger wrapped his arms around
my son and said, "Babe, there is nothing you can do that would make me not
love you. I was sure I'd ruined the best thing in my life, our
relationship, by my selfish desire to try some stupid thing I saw online.
When you pulled away from me, in my mind it confirmed what I feared and I
couldn't handle it; I needed to get out of the room. Please tell me you
forgive me?" Roger then wept onto his boyfriend's shoulder.

Bobby came back down to the two of them holding each other as they cried.
He turned to me and said, "I guess you fixed things faster than you
thought."

I turned to him and said, "No, I only put a Band-Aid on the situation. The
healing is yet to come."

*** ~~~ Trevor ~~~ ***
What Daddy did was exactly what was needed. He got Roger and I talking. The
more I sat there, the more I realized that the ones closest to me in my
family needed to know why I had some of the fears that I did.

I broke my hug with Roger, but still holding his hand I said, "Dad, can you
please ask Nigel and Alex to come join us? They're just as effected by this
as the four of us sitting here."

I had a plan in my head that I was pretty sure Daddy would not approve of
but I need to face my demons and exorcise them. A few minutes later, Nigel
and Alex, clad in their underwear, joined us, sharing one of the
overstuffed chairs; Nigel on Alex's lap, of course.

"I wanted to apologize to all of you. Daddy helped me to realize that we
are a family. All of us, not just Roger and I. Last night Roger asked me to
do something. Normally it would have been no big deal, but, in this
instance it dredged up some memories I've kept even from myself since I
joined the orphanage.

"Roger had asked to restrain me while he made love to me. Normally, that
wouldn't be an issue. Before I came to the orphanage at age 6..." I broke
down and Roger held me. After a moment I regained my composure. "As I was
saying, my step-father used to tie me to the bed and would fuck me. Not
only that, he'd invite his friends over and they'd do it too. It didn't
matter if I cried or begged, they just kept doing it. One day at school I
told what happened. That night as I was tied to the bed once again, the
door was busted down. He tried to resist and was shot, my mother was
already dead from an overdose."

I cried for a few minutes. Nobody noticed however that Nigel had a shocked
look on his face. Once I'd regained my composure I saw it and asked him,
"Why do you look so scared, Nigel?"

"You have to talk to Malcolm. I mean it, you gotta!" He said quite
emphatically.

Daddy decided it was time to change the mood. "Why don't we all go to a
nice brunch before we have to take Nigel and Alex back to the orphanage. We
can spend some time talking with Malcolm when we go."

As he'd suggested, we all went up and got ourselves ready to go for brunch.

*** ~~~ Roger ~~~ ***
I was so relieved that things were going to be okay for me and Trevor.
Hearing his story though makes me understand how he acted when he first
came to the orphanage. He was a recluse. It was only because I pestered him
that he eventually got over what had been bothering him. Now I know he
didn't get over it, he buried it.

Brunch was wonderful, as usual. Dad was driving so only Daddy had the
champagne. Nigel looked at the beverage and asked if he could have a sip.
Daddy looked at him, then around the restaurant, "Only one little sip, I
doubt you'll like it."


Surprisingly, Nigel tasted it and smacked his lips. "That's good!"

Daddy laughed and said, "Well, you're twelve now, so you only have to wait
nine years to be able to drink it whenever you like... to a point. Alcohol,
as well as just about anything that tastes or feels good can become an
addiction. You need to monitor yourself to keep that from happening."

After brunch we all piled into the car and started heading back to the
orphanage. Once we arrived and Mrs. Granger had noted that the boys were
returned as agreed, Nigel took Trevor by the hand and said, "We gotta find
Malcolm!"

Nigel would have dragged Trevor had he not walked of his own accord. When
they got to their room, Nigel went in and found Malcolm sitting on his bed
watching television.

Trevor, Nigel, Alex and I sat and talked to Malcolm. It seems that he and
Trevor had almost exactly the same thing happen. Malcolm related what he'd
had to endure and all of us were in tears.

"Malcolm, I want you to know that I am going to consider you like part of
our family, just like Nigel and Alex are. That means anytime they come to
visit you're welcome to join them. Actually I want you to know, I want you
to join them," Trevor related.

Malcolm wrapped his arms around Trevor and gave him a hug and a kiss on the
cheek, afterward he turned to Trevor and said, "Thank you, but you should
know, I'm not gay."

"That's right, you're not gay, you're Malcolm. It shouldn't matter if
you're gay, straight, or you get amorously attached to farm equipment.
You're who you are and as long as you are true to yourself all is fine." I
said to him.

In the end, we left the orphanage having given an invitation via Mrs.
Granger for the three boys to spend Christmas week at Trevor's home. They
had a huge party planned.

*** ~~~ Trevor ~~~ ***
The next couple of weeks went by in a flash. I had done all of my shopping
for gifts. I had made arrangements with a friend of Grandpa's to donate new
laptop computers for every boy at the orphanage. In addition, each dorm
room was outfitted with a new plasma screen television and either an Xbox
or a PlayStation gaming console. In the common rooms, sixty-inch flat
screens with both gaming consoles. What good is having lots of money if I
can't help those I care about.

The day before our Christmas party we went to collect Alex, Nigel, and
Malcolm. The three were very excited about being able to attend. For
Malcolm it would be the first time he'd ever been to something this fancy.
I took the three of them out to get some new clothes. Oh, I had to invite
Daddy, I know how he loves to shop; problem is, it's rubbed off on me.

A few hours later, all three had new outfits to wear at the party. Eric and
his father, along with Garrett and his parents, would be in attendance. It
promised to be a grand time.

That evening, December 23, 2016 found Alex, Nigel, Roger, and I in the hot
tub. I inquired about Malcolm and Nigel said he was embarrassed because we
were all naked. I immediately got out and went to the chest where we kept
the swimsuits and passed out one to each of my guests. I then put on a pair
of my own and went to find Malcolm.

"Hi Mal. I want to apologize to you. We were not being sensitive to your
preferences. We do not believe in forcing anything on anyone. You and I
know what it's like to be forced to do something you'd rather not. Please
come join us, everyone is wearing a suit.

I then left and returned to the hot tub. A few minutes later, Malcolm came
out of the back door not wearing a stitch. He looked at me and smiled
before saying, "I thought it was too good to be true. I honestly thought
that you all wanted me naked so you could do what my Dad used to. I'm sorry
I didn't believe what you had told me."

"Malcolm, there's nothing to be sorry about. If you're uncomfortable with
anything, say so, please. We want you as a friend not as someone who fears
us." Roger averred.

We spent the next thirty minutes talking like eleven to fifteen-year-old
boys and just enjoying each other's company. From that moment on, Malcolm
was comfortable with the fact that it was okay to be whoever he was and
that nudity doesn't always mean sex.

The morning of Christmas Eve, preparations were in full swing. Ange was in
the kitchen along with Roger's mother, Marine. Robert and Ricky were off
somewhere, probably having sex. Those two have been at it whenever they've
been together since they met a few months ago.

Malcolm, Roger, Nigel, and Alex joined me for some miniature golfing
courtesy of Grandpa. He showed up with a van with the logo of King
Enterprises emblazoned on its side. We all hopped in and had a great time
and were out of the way during the party preparation.

I neglected to tell you that the day we picked up the three, I went to the
room of each and every boy and wished them a Merry Christmas. They all
thanked me for their new laptops and two of the last hold-outs who'd caused
all that trouble when Roger and I, and then Alex came out apologized for
their actions.

When we returned home from our outing (Malcolm kicked our asses at
miniature golf) we all went up to our rooms to prepare for the evening.
Roger and I hadn't really had any time just to ourselves since the arrival
of our guests. We more than made up for it in the two hours from when we
closed the door to my room until we stepped out ready for the party.

Guests started arriving about seven in the evening and the party was in
full swing by eight. Garrett and Eric found me and I introduced them to
Malcolm. Garrett got to talking to him when his father came over. Garrett
introduced Malcolm and Brant really took a liking to the boy.

Throughout the night whenever I found Brant, Malcolm was by his side. It
felt good to see the eleven-year-old so happy. About ten, Brant stood and
got everyone's attention.

"First off, Merry Christmas!" This was followed by all assembled repeating
what had been said before Brant continued, "The King family has done it
again. This has been one of the best Christmas Parties I've ever attended.
Melissa and I have been considering adding another Radcliffe to the census,
tonight I had the distinct pleasure to meet young Malcolm here. In short,
he's won over my heart and that of my wife. If he'll have us, we'd like to
begin adoption proceedings."

After thunderous applause George Miller stood and said, "It seems that the
King family has singlehandedly begun the process of turning my practice
into an adoption specialist. Trevor King, about six months ago, founded the
Trevor King Orphan's fund. That fund was set up to aid in the adoption of
any child over the age of ten years. Should you truly wish to do this, the
fund will take care of all of the paperwork as well as the fees. With the
history of successful adoptions, we've been able to streamline the process
from one which took months to one that can be done in as little as a week."

Everyone in the room looked at me. "Hey! I just wanted to help others like
me to have some of the opportunities I've had!"

The party ended with Malcolm requesting to spend the night and Christmas
morning with the Radcliffe's. The rest of us said goodnight and headed to
our rooms.

Roger and I exchanged one of the gifts we had planned on giving one
another. The entire incident at Thanksgiving has made our relationship
stronger.

Christmas morning, we awoke to the sounds of angels. It seems that the
orphanage has put together a boys' choir and Dad arranged for them to come
to our house Christmas morning to sing carols. Roger and I donned robes and
went down to greet them. We joined in on a couple of the songs. Everyone
had a great time.

Malcolm came back about noon with a huge smile on his face. He told us that
his Dad was going to pay whatever he had to so that Malcolm would be
Malcolm Radcliffe before the New Year.

[To be Continued]