Date: Fri, 24 Feb 2006 13:44:40 -0800 (PST)
From: William Cordova <wcordova98@yahoo.com>
Subject: William Cordova - chapter twenty -seven

Disclaimer

This story contains acts of the sexual nature between underage boys.  If
you do not like this type of story, or it is illegal in the area in which
you live, do not read any further.

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Chapter Twenty-Seven:  The Apricot Plan

       Two months into this church thing, I felt no different inside.  I
still loved Matt and missed him quiet a bit.  I saw him every weekday
morning, yet it felt like I never saw him at all.  Our morning meeting's
only fueled my appetite further.  As time passed, our hook ups became less
sexual and more emotional.  Many days we would just hold each other and
talk softly about our situation.  Many times we'd just do nothing but make
out.  A twenty minute make out session leads to a good day generally.  I
became less connected with Eddie, Mitch and Jeff.  We were still good buds
in school when we saw each other, mostly inseparable during gym class, but
out of school, we didn't do anything -- that was mostly due to me.  I was
too scared to even ask my parents.  I knew they wouldn't let me go over to
anyone's house after school anyways.
	Church became increasingly depressing.  I was supposed to be
healing inside as I grew closer to Jesus, but I didn't feel anything of the
sort.  Sometimes, I would come home from Wednesday night youth group and
cry myself to sleep.  I had to be very careful as I didn't want my parents
knowing I was crying -- more of a macho thing but I didn't want to explain
to them why I was really crying -- Matt!
	Aaron grew stranger.  For some odd reason, his apricot hair seemed
to grow more wild and brighter.  His strange behavior didn't though.  It
was as consistent as ever.  He liked to stand beside outside the gymnasium
just as he did that first youth group night.  His words seem to exhale from
him.  He wasn't as perky as he was when I first met him.  He hardly spoke
at all now outside of youth group study.  Church dinner table conversation
was exactly how it was the first night -- me and Aaron in silence across
from each other while the others talked their way ear sores.
	My parents encouraged me to join in extracurricular youth group
activities.  The group was to be singing during sermon in a few weeks and
they tried to get me to go to rehearsal.  I was surprised they only
encouraged me and not force me.  I wasn't sure how to take it -- except run
with the notion I had a choice.  And my choice was NOT to join the youth
group choir.  I wanted as little as possible to do with the church by this
time.  Benjamin was becoming a pain too.  He moaned and groaned far more
than I did.  Sunday mornings became my least favorite time of the week.
I'd rather be going to school seven days a week than have a weekend now.
At least I'd get to see Matt then.
	I had several meetings with Pastor Jennings.  The meetings were all
the same.  He'd go on about how great it feels to find Jesus.  He was
encouraging me to open my heart and soul to him.  His lectures about sins
backfired on him though.  He told me to pray whenever I had sinful urges I
couldn't control.  He seemed to put emphasis on the whole gay issue.  He
taught me the difference between lust and love -- and fascination.  What he
didn't realize is his descriptions of lust and love corresponded perfectly
to what I was feeling for Matt.  It seemed to reinforce my love for him.
I'm almost positive he was trying to convince me I just had fascinations
for boys and it wasn't real.  I kept my mouth shut about all this, instead
just nodding quietly in agreement to just about everything he said.
	And for the first time in my life, I didn't want to go home for
spring break.  My dad had the brilliant idea to get a week off from work to
stay home with me to `help' in my treatment.  I was outraged but couldn't
show my anger.  I was hoping I could sneak off to Matt's over the break,
but it was shattered when my dad gave me the news.  Now spring break was
worse than school.  It had all the horrible realities of a normal week,
except I had a full day with my dad and no time with Matt.
	As with every Wednesday, the family packed into the car for our
trip to church dinner and study.  Dinner and youth group study went by
without a hitch -- it was as dull and boring as it always was.  And then my
usual isolation outside the gymnasium entrance was interrupted with the
usual appearance of Aaron.  However, this time he wasn't there to stand in
isolation with me.  His demeanor was quiet different this time.  He stood
facing me instead.
	"Anyone ever tell you how cute you look?" Aaron said softly.
	My eyes immediately jolted to face him.  "What!?" I exclaimed.
	His eyes gazed at me -- then dropped down.  His hand reached mine
and held it.  I was in shock and couldn't respond well.  I let him hold it.
Aaron leaned forward a little and quickly pushed forward and pressed his
lips upon mine.
	I immediately stopped him.  "What the?"
	Aaron turned from me.  He removed his hands and folded them in his
lap.  He didn't speak.
	"Why'd you kiss me?" I asked.
	"I don't know.  I'm sorry," he replied coldly.
	"You don't need to be sorry.  But why?  Why'd you kiss me?"
	"I kinda like you," he said as he turned back to look at me.
	"You're GAY?"
	"Yeah -- duh.  You didn't know?"
	"No!  How would I know -- wait a minute!  How you know I'm gay?"
	"You're here to be fixed right?"
	I nodded.
	"I'm here to be fixed too.  And so is Andrew.  And Jason before
him."  He touched my lips with his fingertip.  It felt strange but I let
him continued.  Aaron explained how he knew I was there to be fixed and
what it really meant.  I was completely shocked to learn all about this.  I
had felt so isolated and confused here, but I found a new feeling of
belonging I never experienced before.  I was only one of many people who
were forced into this church to be fixed.
	When he finished, he leaned forward and kissed me again.  Our lips
glided across each other's as our tongues played chicken.  As intrigued by
our kiss and fascinated by the affection, I broke if after a feeling of
guilt spread over me.
	"I have a boyfriend though -- you know that?" I asked.
	"I never get to be around boys anymore.  I never get to have
friends.  You're like the only gay person I've met since my parents stuck
me in here."
	"But what about school?"
	"The minute they found out I was gay, they started home schooling
me and stuck me in this church to fix me."
	"Are'ya not being fixed?
	"Hell no!" he exclaimed.  "That stuff ain't working.  I don't know
what they're thinking.  I haven't changed one bit.  I only lie to them so
maybe they'll leave me alone about it."
	"Oh -- so you won't be fixed?"
	"Listen Will.  You can't be fixed.  You didn't end up here on
accident.  I heard this place is known for this kinda thing.  There was
this other kid, Jason, who use to come here a lot.  He was here for the
exact same reason.  Apparently this church has been trying to turn people
straight.  I thought I was the only one, but found out about it from Jason
just before he stopped coming."
	"Where'd he go?"
	"Beats me.  Just one day didn't show up and haven't seen him or his
family around since."
	"So this is what -- a straight factory for kids?"
	Aaron laughed.  "No, I don't think so.  Most kids I think are just
normal and come here for church reasons.  I'm starting to think running
away might be a better option.  I'm stuck with my parents for another three
years at least.  I have no life -- no friends -- no boyfriend -- or
anything.  I can't have fun -- they won't let me out of the house."
	"My parents are doin' the exact same thing.  I know what you're
goin' through."
	"You can't possibly."
	"I know -- I don't know exactly -- but runnin' away is serious.
Where would you go?"
	"I don't know.  All I know is I've been stuck here for years -- in
this revolving door that never stops.  My parent said I found Jesus and can
possibly be cured.  But I've been lying to them so much lately they haven't
got a clue.  They're clueless morons."
	"So runnin' away's your answer?"
	"I've thought about it a lot," he replied.  "I even thought about
suicide.  And all I'm really sure about is I don't want to be here
anymore."
	I didn't know what to say to him at the moment.  He went silent.
Some old couples walked by at their incredibly slow rate.  I took another
sip from my drink and looked back over at him.
	"So you don't think it's possible to be -- fixed?"
	"I don't believe so."  He took a moment then whispered, "I'm gay
and I don't think that can be changed.  My parents are stupid sometimes.  I
tried explaining it to them but they don't listen."  He lowered his face
into his hands.
	I felt bad for him.  I've been here two months and I hate it.  I
can't imagine being stuck in here for over a year.  And then he is home
school.  That -- sounds cool on one aspect but said he didn't have any
friends.  I'm sure glad my parents didn't do that.  I'd go insane without
seeing Matt -- even if it is only a few minutes a day.
	"Can you do me a favor," he continued, "don't let my parents know.
I want them to believe I'm `cured'", he said gesturing quotations.
	"Don't worry.  I won't say anythin'"
	"Thanks.  But for you -- you gotta get yourself outta here.  I've
tried lying my way out of this whole deal and it's not getting me
anywhere."
	"So then what do I do?" I asked.
	"No idea," he muttered.
	"You seem to not know a lot," I joked.
	Our laughter was broken by my mother's calls.  It was time for me
to leave.  But Aaron left me with a plenty to think about.  He seemed
trapped in the church -- trying to fix him -- in a way that doesn't seem
fixable now.
	I thought long about the conversation.  And the harder I thought
about it, the more I came to realization he was correct.

	So I did the only thing I could think of -- I made plans to stop my
parents `fixing' idea.
	Monday morning I let Matt here my plan.
	"We need to get outta here," I said.  "I miss you so much."
	"Wait -- you saying your parents idea about healing you up isn't
working?" Matt asked.
	"God!" I exclaimed.  "The only thing it's doin' is makin' me miss
you even more."
	"Me too!  All I do is think about you when I'm at church."
	"So it's not workin' for you either?"
	"I think my parents have given up.  We don't go every week now.  My
dad doesn't force me to do things now."
	"I wish my dad gave up that easy.  He's constantly pestering me
about if I'm fixed yet.  If Jesus has touched me yet," I laughed.  "The
only thing I feel is more in love with you."
       I leaned forward and planted a kiss on his lips.  I brushed my hands
cross his cheeks and forced myself into his mouth.  Matt moaned and let me
inside without a struggle.
       "I've been thinkin' about sum'in lately," I said.  "Our parents want
to keep us apart.  I've had enough.  I'm tired of them tellin' us we can't
see each other.  One night, let's just go somewhere -- like to spend the
night together.  Not run away -- we can't do that.  But just to be together
for awhile.  What's the worst that can happen?"
	"Our parent's will kill us -- that's what," Matt said.
	"I know, but what more can they do?  They're already keepin' us
apart.  What'a they gonna do?  Ground us!" I roared chuckling.  "We can go
out into the woods.  You know where Addicks Reservoir is?"
	"No."
	"It's uhmm^Ålike south of your subdivision -- past Clay road.  It's
a huge section of woods and such that no one goes in.  It's a reservoir so
it's empty.  We can go there and hang and spend the night together."
	"I'm not sure," Matt groaned -- his hands sliding into the font of
my pants.
	"All we'd need is some supplies," I continued, "just enough
supplies to last us one night.  We can ride out there after school and come
back in the morning.  Just tell our parent's what we're doin' and they
can't stop us."
	"Oh I'm sure my dad could stop me," Matt barked.
	"No -- I mean like leave a note so they know what we're doin'.
Tell me we're together and we're safe and all that good shit.  Let them
know we'd be back in the mornin'.  But of course, don't tell them were," I
smirked.
	"I'm still not sure Will.  We're gonna get in a lot of trouble," he
said as he leaned forward and kissed my neck.
	I embraced his head against my shoulder and gave him a tight
squeeze.
	"Matt, I really -- really miss you.  I'm willin' to take that risk.
They can do what they want afterwards.  To spend a night with you is worth
it to me."
	Matt squatted down.  He fondled my crotch some more before lowering
my pants and boxers down to my ankles.  The chill of the air gave me goose
bumps.  Matt began to stroke me religiously.  His eyes were fixated on my
firming dick.  But my mind was elsewhere and it inhibited my growth.
	Without interrupting Matt's fun, I retrieved a pen and piece of
paper from my backpack.
	"I'll start the list now.  What do we need?" I said out loud.  I
started by jotting down the obvious items: sleeping bags, blankets, food,
water and flashlights.  "Help me out here Matt.  What'a we need?"
	As I continued to think, Matt continued his excitement.
	"Matt!" I exclaimed as I grabbed his stroking hand.  "Stop it
please.  Let's do this.  Let's get a list done so we can prepare.  I really
wanna do this -- just you and me -- a whole night together.  We'll have
plenty of time for the fun stuff then -- tons of time to be exact.
	"Ok fine.  What do you have on the list so far?"
	I read off the items I had.
	"Well -- it's gonna be chilly out so we'll need plenty of blankets
-- and matches to make a fire."
	"You wanna make a fire?"
	"Why not?  It'll help keep us warm.  And then we could roast
marshmallows," he said charmingly.
	"OK, I suppose," I said as I added it to our list.  "What else?"
	"A knife.  We might need it to cut something.
	"Oh great idea.  I have one too.  Anything else?"
	"Are you sure this is a good idea?  Our parent's -- they're gonna
flip.  What if they call the cops to come look for us?  I don't want to get
in that big of trouble," Matt said.
	"We just have to explain our actions to them -- very clearly."
	"You think we're gonna be able to do that?"
	Matt stumped me with that.  The more I pondered it, the more I
realized we we're going to be able to explain it clearly enough.  They were
sure to over react.
	"How about this," I said cleverly.  "Walkie-talkies!"
	Matt gave a confusing look.
	"When we leave a note for them explainin' what we're doin', we
leave a walkie-talkie there for them.  They can talk to us and we can
really explain it.  They'll know for sure we'll be fine and not to come
lookin' for us -- that we'll be back in the mornin'.
	"Yeah!" Matt exclaimed then seemed to finish my thought.  "We can
verbally explain it.  That ways they can't come looking for us or call the
cops.  We aren't runaways or lost or anything."  He wrapped his arms around
me and gave me a big slobbering kiss.  I sucked in as much of his sweetness
as I could.
	"We'll talk more about this tomorrow.  I'm sure we can make this
plan better -- somehow," I suggested.  "So hurry up.  We only got'a few
mins left.  Get me off."
	Matt grinned.  He went back to my soft dick and stroked it back to
full bloom.  I gave a muffled moan when he really started to speed up.  He
started to touch the tiny hairs on the back of my leg -- just the tiniest
bit that gave me goose bumps up my spine.  It drove me wild how seductively
he uses his off hand when stroking me.  I shot in no time -- a blob of my
juice landing down at our feet.
	The bell rang when Matt was cleaning up with paper towels.  He has
been brining some with him to school.  I suppose he is expecting one of us
to ejaculate every morning.
	The following few mornings we built on our plan.  We finished up a
good list of the supplies we needed and set out a timeline for our plan.
       I would need buy two sets of walkie-talkies and give a pair to Matt.
This wouldn't be too difficult as I just barrowed Ian's bike and rode to
K-Mart which was down the street.  I easily made it.  We'd have our notes
prewritten and the walkie-talkies tested and ready.  Both the note and a
walkie-talkie would be set on the kitchen counter for our parents to find.
We made lists of exactly what each of us needed to pack and to bring --
making sure neither of us had too large of a load.
	I also got Ian to agree to let me barrow his bike for our
adventure.  It was smaller than my bike but it would have to do.  Our plan
called for me to pack and get out of the house before my dad got home.  I
would meet Matt at his house where he'd be waiting for me.  We'd ride
straight to our predetermined location scouted out by Matt.  He has scouted
this position several times as he's the only one with the means and time to
do this.  It was a little risky, but we needed to have a place to go -- we
wouldn't really have time to ride around looking for a place to camp on the
day of our plan.
	The only corkscrew in our plan was the weather.  We didn't want to
do this if it had just rained or was going to be raining.  We agreed that
we'd determine if it was suitable to go through with our plan the previous
day.  We could check the forecast then.
	The only thing we could do now was wait.


	Friday morning, Matt and I briefly went over everything.  I felt
like we were stepping into a new realm -- into a new world in which we were
forbidden by our parents to step foot into.  All I thought about was the
months we've been separated.  The verbal abuse I've taken -- the names I've
been called -- the miserable conditions I've been forced to live in.  And
all I cared about for the entire day was what I was looking forward to -- a
day with Matt without interruption.
	I found Matt waiting for me in our meeting place and once back to
our secret location, neither of us spoke.  It felt gloomy -- like there was
an aura of death hanging over us.  It was weird.  We just looked at each
other while holding hands.  My fingers were rubbing up and down his
increasingly warming palms.  I didn't want to speak, but we had last minute
business to attend to.
	"You're still in on this right?" I asked him.
	"Of course I am.  Just nervous -- parent's are gonna kill me."
	"Yeah -- gonna kill me too.  But I've been dying to get to be alone
with you for a night.  I can hardly wait to be holding you in my arms when
I fall asleep and wake up to you lying next to me.  It'll be a dream come
true."
	Matt giggled then embraced me in a huge and kissed me gently on the
lips.  I wrapped my arms around his warm body and squeezed.
	"We gotta write our note.  Can't forget that," I said as I broke
the kiss.
	I grabbed paper and pens from my backpack.
	"OK -- write what I say.  `Dear Mom and Dad.  I have gone out with
Matt.  Don't be worried, we have supplies for the night.  We aren't RUNNING
away and we aren't going far.  We'll be back in the morning.  We are tired
of being treated like this -- we just want to hang out together.  If you
feel the need, speak into the walkie-talkie. Sign -- William'".
	"Got it all?" I asked Matt.
	"Yeah," he said as he finished signing his name.
	I smiled at him -- his adorable face smiling back at me.  "No
turning back now," I said as I put my hand out for him to shake it.  He
took it in his hand and we shook -- then we leaned into each other and
kissed.
	"No turning back," he repeated into my mouth.

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Coming Next Friday, March 3rd -- Chapter Twenty Eight: One Day, One Night,
One Moment