Date: Sun, 12 Aug 2012 01:05:23 -0700 (PDT)
From: rtbrno65@yahoo.com
Subject: Quincy And That Unusual Friend Of His chapter 5

This chapter contains a sexual scene between two young boys. Please don't
read don't read if you're under 18, or if such material is illegal in your
jurisdiction.


		  "Quincy And That Unusual Friend Of His"

				 Chapter 5


Dr. Singh shook his head in amazement, went back to his notes, and went
back to looking at Quincy's shoulder, and then back to his notes again.

"I just don't see how that wound could have just disappeared like
that. This was a third degree burn. There's not even any scar tissue." The
doctor said with a flabbergasted tone.

"A burn?" Quincy looked up and said.

"Quincy, what's going on?" Carol said firmly.

Just then there was a ruckus outside of the exam room. Quincy could hear
his dad shouting that he was a US Congressman and to stand aside while a
nurse was shouting at him. Quincy's dad then burst into the room. He had
been at the Capital all day, and he had on his suit and tie and his dark
brown hair was slicked back. He had been whisked over in a Congressional
limo when Carol called him about Quincy's bite wound. The nurse was right
behind him.

"Honey, I got here as soon as I could. Son, are you all right? Steve said
as he knelt down in front of Quincy.

"Doctor, I tried to stop him." The nurse said.

"It's fine, Nurse. Thank you." The doctor said.

"I came as fast as I could." Steve said to Carol.

"Well it's looking like we have all been the victim of a prank!" Carol
said.

"A prank?" Steve said.

"Mr. Lenhardt..." Doctor Singh said.

"I got a call right in the middle of Committee that my son has radiation
poisoning and now you're telling me that it's a prank?" Steve yelled.

"Mr. Lenhardt, I checked the wound myself, there was definite tissue
damage. For some reason it has managed to completely heal itself, and
without any scar tissue, all within this visit. I have no explanation and I
still urge you to have Quincy admitted to a hospital for testing." Singh
said.

Steve turned to Quincy, "Son? How do you feel?"

"I feel fine, Dad."

"Are you telling the truth about how you got the wound?"

"Yes, a kid bit me."

"Quincy, stop lying to everybody! It's all that you do anymore!" Carol
shrieked.

"Carol, Carol..." Steve said. He then looked at Quincy's shoulder."Doctor,
from what I'm seeing there is absolutely nothing wrong with my son."

"On the outside, yes. On the inside though..." The doctor said.

"Come on, Quincy. Come on, Carol. We're going!" Steve said as he stood up.

"Mr. Lenhardt, please. We need to have these tests done..." Dr. Singh
pleaded.

"For a bite? And for one that was so minor that there's not a trace of it?
I think enough people's time has been wasted today, Doctor!" Steve said as
his family exited. Steve then closed the door forcefully behind him. Singh
looked at his paperwork again, shook his head , and threw the clipboard
onto the counter in frustration.

Quincy sat in the backseat of the car while his parents argued all the way
home. Quincy was supposed to start day camp tomorrow, but Carol wanted him
punished and confined to his room for lying and staging a fake bite
wound. Steve was blaming Carol and the doctor for being hysterical and
overreacting to what was obviously something very insignificant. They
continued to argue all the way into the driveway, and into the house, and
up the stairs into their bedroom. Quincy microwaved a frozen dinner and
retreated to his room. He sat at his desk and turned his computer on to
distract him from all the racket that was going on down the hall. He put
You Tube on and starting perusing through the videos, looking for one to
watch. The screen began to flicker and it got cooler in the room just as
Erik materialized sitting on top of the dresser. Quincy's computer didn't
work very well when Erik was around, so he shut it off.

"Hey Erik." Quincy smiled, glad to see his friend.

"Hi Quincy. How's your shoulder?" Erik asked with concern.

"It's fine, it's healed up already. See?" Quincy walked over and lowered
his collar, baring his shoulder. Erik rubbed his hand over where the wound
had been.

"Cool. I'm glad it's better." Erik said. The argument in the bedroom
reached a crescendo, and Quincy heard the door slam and angry steps going
down the stairs.

"Wow, I've never heard them fight like that." Quincy said.

"It's all my fault. I've done nothing but cause trouble for you. That's all
I ever do for anybody." Erik said sadly.

Quincy got up and put his hand on Erik's back. "No you haven't. You've been
my friend, the coolest friend I ever had." Quincy said softly. He then
began rubbing his hand gently up and down Erik's back. His feelings that he
had for Erik, and that he tried to keep under wraps, that he had been
denying even to himself, were starting to bubble to the surface. He was
starting to feel like he was no longer able to hold them back. He leaned
over just as Erik leaned forward, and they began to kiss. They started off
gently, but then began to become more passionate. Soon they were rubbing
their tongues over each others, and Quincy wrapped his arms around Erik's
waist. He looked down and saw Erik's penis quickly rise up into an
erection. He reached down and started feeling it, first twirling it in his
fingers, rubbing his knuckles gently over the tip, and then rhythmically
moving his fingers up and down it, pulling Erik's foreskin back and
forth. Erik gave a series of little high pitched grunts while Quincy
masturbated him.

"That feels nice. It feels really tickly." He said with a smile and a look
of pleasure on his face. Erik put his hand on Quincy's crotch and started
rubbing it. Quincy then felt Erik start to gently and slowly pull his
zipper down. Just then Quincy's mom opened the door.

"Quincy! Downstairs! We need to talk!" She said.

"OK, be right there!" He said, trying not to sound frustrated.

"Now, Quincy!" Carol said.

Quincy shifted himself out of her field of vision and zipped up his
pants. As he walked out he glanced over at Erik, who was still sitting on
the dresser with his boner sticking up, and with a sultry expression on his
face. He walked out of the room and followed Carol down to the den, where
his dad was sitting. Quincy sat on the opposite sofa and his mother sat on
the couch next to his dad.

"Son, it has been decided that you definitely need to go to day camp. It is
clear that you are bored and restless, and that leads to mischief. You need
to be up at 7 am tomorrow so that we can drive you to the community center
to get enrolled.

"Yeah I know. I thought we agreed I was going."

"This is over my objections, Quincy! What you did today was wrong and
unfair! It worried me and made me waste my time and that doctor's time, not
to mention the money it cost for the co-payment !"

"Quincy, you have to understand that much has changed for our family since
last summer. Things we do can now potentially make news. We're not
anonymous people anymore. I'm a US Congressman, and I have a lot of people
watching my every move. The fact that I had to walk out of a very important
Committee meeting today for a family medical emergency is on public
record. Hopefully no reporter or constituent starts asking questions about
it."

"Yes, Sir." Quincy muttered while staring at the floor.

"We need to be a team, Quince, now more than ever. It's important that I
succeed in this new position that I have, not just for myself, but for the
country. What we're trying to do is very important, and it's going to have
a tremendous impact for years to come. This is your future that we're
trying to improve, Quincy. You have to realize this." Steve said.

Quincy continued to stare at the floor with a scowl on his face. "May I be
excused?" He finally said.

Steve and Carol looked at each other and then Steve slowly nodded. Quincy
got up and went back up the stairs while his parents sat in silence with
worried expressions on their faces.

Quincy stormed into his bedroom and slammed the door. He stood in
exasperation and issued a loud sigh with his hands on his hips. Just then
Erik materialized next to him and threw his arms around his chest. Quincy
turned and gazed into his eyes. Erik pulled Quincy's shirt off, threw it to
the ground, and rubbed his hand down his chest. Quincy leaned forward and
they locked their lips together in a passionate and yet tender kiss before
lying down together on the bed.

They spent much of that night making love, or at least engaging in the
awkward and rudimentary form of love making that young and inexperienced
boys who are attracted to one another do. All that they had to guide them
was pure instinct, and the deep feelings that they had for one
another. Erik proved to be the more educated of the two, having learned
from watching the couples who had lived in the house over the years. Both
of them felt happier than they ever had during those precious hours that
they had together that night. Afterwords they lay next to each other on the
bed, staring up at the ceiling.

"This was the best, funnest day ever." Erik smiled.

"Me too. Today was a blast."

"Thanks for taking me out on your bike and helping me get over my fear of
going out into the street. I feel so much better about all that stuff that
happened now."

"I'm glad too. That was hilarious in the CVS." Quincy grinned. The two of
them laughed in the dark for a couple of minutes.

"I also sort of like what we just did." Quincy said once the laughter
stopped.

"Yeah, I've always wanted to do that, but never did."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you know, when I used to go to school, I would sometimes look at the
other boys in the class and wonder what their dicks looked like, or what it
would be like to fool around with them."

"Me too." Quincy said. "I've had those kinds of feelings since second
grade. What sucks is that you can't tell anybody about them."

"I know." Said Erik. "You have to keep it a secret if you feel that
way. What I hate is that if you like someone you have to keep it to
yourself, because if you tell them how you feel, you don't know what
they're going to do."

"Yeah. They might get mad, or try to punch you, or go around telling
everyone that you're gay. Even if you think they feel the same way about
you, you still don't know what they'll do." Quincy said.

"Even if they like you back, they still might act like they don't and get
mad because they don't want to be a kid who does that kind of stuff." Erik
said.

"Mom and Dad are always talking about when I get married and so on. I'm not
sure I even like women. I kind of think I do, I'm just not sure. It seems
like if I did I would think about them more." Quincy said.

"Maybe you're just not interested in sex all that much yet." Erik said.

"I'm twelve, Erik. From what I hear that's all I should be interested in."
Quincy laughed.

"Do you like looking at men?" Erik asked.

Quincy paused. "Not really. You?"

"Yeah, I do." Erik paused. "I can't believe I just told you that. That's
like, my deepest secret that I just told you." He said with an embarrassed
tone.

"I'm your friend, you can tell me anything." Quincy said. They lay next to
each other in silence for awhile.

"I hope your parents are done fighting."

"They were fighting mainly about me going to that day camp, and that's been
settled. I'm going, so I would guess they are." Quincy said.

"They went at it pretty good."

"Things haven't been the same since Dad got elected to Congress. We used to
do things together all the time, now I hardly see him anymore. Everything
is so different now."

"I guess that's what happens." Erik said.

"He didn't even really want to run. It was all Mom's idea, she's the one
who's really political. She says that Socialists and Obama want to take
over America and turn everyone into slaves." Quincy said.

"That sounds pretty scary." Erik said.

"Pretty much since spring of last year that's all anything has been,
politics. Dad hasn't taken me fishing or hiking or anything. We used to do
that kind of stuff all time. I miss the way things were."

"I do too..." Erik said in a sad and dreamy voice.

"I guess when something changes big, sometimes you just have to accept it."

"Yeah...I guess you do." Erik said in a contemplative tone while he stared
at the ceiling.

Quincy yawned and looked at his digital clock, which was flickering due to
Erik's presence in the room. "Wow, it's almost 2 AM. We've been up for
awhile! Hopefully I can get back to sleep." He said.

Erik reached over and put his hand on Quincy's forehead and Quincy closed
his eyes and immediatly started lightly snoring. Erik got up off the bed
and walked over to the window that faced out of the side of the house. He
looked up briefly at the stars, went over to the desk, and sat indian style
on it so that he could silently guard Quincy while he slept, just like he
did every night.

Outside, on the street between Quincy's house and the neighbors to the
right, a small Mazda hatchback was parked on the curb. Inside the car, in
the driver seat, Dr. Singh gasped as he saw a faint, green light appear in
the second story side window, and then retreat back into the room. He
started the car, quickly added the green light he just saw to the other
items of information that he had accumulated that evening, and glided off
into the darkness.



			     End of chapter 5