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Love on Trial Chapter 16
When we walked into school, everyone seemed to be excited about something. There were small groups huddled around talking quietly.
Cynthia walked up and grabbed my right arm. She looked over at Jason, and then grabbed his left arm.
"What's going on?" I asked.
"You mean you haven't heard?" She said excitedly.
"No," said Jason, "what's everyone talking about?"
"You know Tamara Ivory?" We both nodded our heads. She was a popular sophomore on the cheerleading squad. Every guy at school had at one time or another asked her out on a date. Well, almost every guy.
"She ran off over the weekend with a man she met on the internet," continued Cynthia. "Her parents called the police when they found her missing on Saturday. They found them yesterday about five hundred miles away. They've arrested her boyfriend."
"Look." She showed us an article from the morning paper. There was a picture of a guy who looked to be about thirty. Scanning the article, it said he was twenty-eight. They didn't give the girl's name, but they did say she was sixteen and went to a local high school.
I felt sorry for Tamara; but in a way I was relieved. Now her story would become the latest gossip. As we walked down the hall, no one even paid attention to me or Jason walking together. Yesterday, the entire cafeteria had been buzzing when they saw us sitting at the same table. Suddenly, we had become old news.
Like yesterday, I was being tailed by someone from the football team. This time they kept a distance, but I was still aware that I was being followed. Jason and I separated as we went to our first period classes.
I worried all morning about Chris. I was glad that things were going to be better between him and his father. I admired his father for making an attempt to try and keep his family together. Most fathers would have just walked out, rather than facing their fears and seek counseling.
I still couldn't get over the fact that Chris had asked me to be his boyfriend. With so much going on this morning, it really didn't begin to sink in until I was sitting in first period. I know I had a stupid grin plastered to my face. The teacher even looked at me and asked if I was alright.
Everything went fine, until I walked into third period. Stephanie was behind me when I entered, and she pushed me into the student I was following. He turned around, and balled up his fist to hit me. I could hear Stephanie snickering behind me.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," said Jamie angrily to the boy. "It was an accident; right Taylor."
"Yeah, Man," I said. "An accident. Sorry." The boy nodded and walked off. Stephanie huffed and then sat down at her desk. She turned and gave me an deadly look. Maybe the rest of the school had forgotten about me, but she definitely hadn't. Between her and her stupid brothers, I still had a lot to worry about. I knew that the football team couldn't be with me 24/7, and it was only a matter of time until they found me alone again.
I met up with Jason and Cynthia for lunch. Today, no one paid attention to us; at least not until Stephanie stepped up to our table.
"I see you're sitting with your boyfriend." Stephanie said loudly enough for everyone to hear. Suddenly, the cafeteria got deadly quiet as she stood over Jason, staring down at him.
"Shut up, Steph," replied Jason angrily. He stood up and faced her, as they stared angrily at each other. Leon walked up and stood beside Stephanie. I could tell he wasn't quite sure what to do. He knew how to deal with a boy like Ernest or Sly, but he seemed confused how he should deal with this situation.
"Does he have a tight, little ass?" Stephanie spat. I saw Jason's face turn red with anger.
"If you weren't a girl," he said threateningly.
"If I weren't a girl, what Jason?" Suddenly, she brought her hand up and slapped him harshly across the face. She started to hit him again, but he grabbed her hand.
"You're a fag, just like that fucking Taylor!" She started screaming. "Yeah, I saw him sucking your cock the other night. I guess he's doing it all the time now." She looked over at me with such hatred in her eyes. Her nose was flaring, and she was trying hard not to cry.
Just then Mrs. Cox stepped up and grabbed Stephanie by the arm. A security guard took her other. "Come with me, Miss Shays," she ordered.
"You going to let these fags stay in school?" She shouted as she was led out of the cafeteria. "I hate you, Jason! I wish you were dead!" She turned and shouted, before the guard whisked her out the door.
The cafeteria became abuzz once again with what they had just witnessed. I saw several students stand and imitate the slap Stephanie had given Jason. It was bad enough that I had been the topic of their conversation, but it hurt me more knowing that they were now talking about Jason. I looked over and met his eyes.
"I'm sorry, Jay." I said sadly. I got up and left the cafeteria with Leon and Jamie close on my heels. I guess they thought I might need protecting after what had just happened. I felt a hand grab my shoulder and turn me suddenly. I balled my fist, thinking someone was going to hit me. Instead, Jason stood before me.
"You're not going to do this again." He said adamantly.
"What?" I asked.
"Run away again," he responded. "We're going to face this and get through it. You got me on your side."
"And me," said Leon, stepping up and putting his arm around me.
"Me too." I looked up and saw Jamie smiling down at me.
With Jason's hand on one shoulder, and Leon's on the other, they led me back into the cafeteria. Everyone got quiet when they saw the four of us entering together. We walked back over to the table where Cynthia was sitting with tears in her eyes.
We finished eating our lunch. I really wasn't hungry, but I knew Jason wanted me to act as if things were normal. Leon and Jamie would stare angrily at anyone who said anything within ear shot. By the time the bell rang, it appeared that things had gotten back to normal. The students sitting at the table to our left started talking once again about Tamara and the man she ran off with.
By the time we got to fifth period, the rumor mill was reporting that Stephanie had been suspended five days for slapping Jason and calling us names. Mrs. Cox had called him to the office and asked him his side of the story. She told him he was right for not hitting Stephanie back. Otherwise, he too would have been suspended.
During Mrs. Mason's sixth period class, a student came in late, talking excitedly about what he had seen in the office. When Lieutenant Shays came to get Stephanie, he was cursing loudly at Mrs. Cox and threatening to bring a lawsuit against the school. Two school security officers had to escort him from the building. The police were called, but by then Shays and Stephanie had already left.
"I'm scared." I told Jason as the student related his story. "I know they're going to hurt me. They've already tried once. You saw what they did to my locker and car."
"They won't do anything," Jason said, trying to comfort me. "If something happens to you, everyone will know it was them."
"Do really think they care about that?" I asked. "They're too stupid to consider the consequences." Jason stared worriedly at me. I knew he was silently agreeing with me.
When the bell rang, Jason and I walked out into the hallway and were greeted by four members of the football team. I guess they had heard what had happened and was making sure we left the building safely. They accompanied us to our lockers and then to Jason's car. Not once did we see Sly or Ernest.
Jason dropped me off, saying he'd come back later. My mother and father were sitting in the family room watching television when I walked in. It was very unusual for them to be home at this time of day. Usually, I wouldn't see them for another two hours.
"Is everything alright?" I asked.
"Of course, Dear." My mother got up and gave me a quick hug before retreating into the kitchen.
"Why are you both home?" I asked my father.
"We had some things to do today." He replied. "We went shopping." I gave him a quizzical look, and then joined my mother in the kitchen. She had already placed a glass of milk and cookies out for me.
"Take your snack and go to your room, then do your homework," she ordered.
"I can do it later," I insisted.
"No, go do it now," she said. "The Brewster's have invited us to dinner."
"Really?" I asked surprised. I thought I wouldn't see Chris again for several days. I knew he was trying to patch things up with his dad, and that he would probably be staying away from me; for a few days, anyways.
I took my snack and headed to my room. I opened the door and stopped suddenly. I almost dropped my glass of milk on the floor.
My room had been completely redecorated. The twin beds were gone and in their place was a queen sized bed. There was a new bedspread and matching drapes. They were a blue-green plaid design. My old dresser had been replaced with a larger one. The room looked nothing like I had left it in the morning.
"Like it?" My father stepped up beside me and put his hand on my shoulder.
"Yeah," I said appreciatively. "I like it a lot."
"Good." He smiled. I knew by the evil grin on his face he was going to say something embarrassing. "If you're going to be making out, you need a larger bed. Can't have you falling on your ass again." My face began to burn a bright red.
To add insult to injury, he added with a laugh, "It's a good thing I looked under your bed before your mother did." If he had turned out the lights, the bright color from my face would have lit up the room. He walked over to the dresser draw and opened it and motioned for me to come over. I looked down and saw a box of condoms and a bottle of lube.
"Dad!" I shouted. "Haven't you embarrassed me enough?"
"Sit down." He motioned for me to sit on the bed, then he walked over and sat beside me. "You may find this hard to believe, but I was sixteen once. Don't you ever tell your mother, but I made out with a few girls back then. We didn't go all the way then, but I know things have changed.
"You're a smart boy, and I trust you to make the right decisions. I think you're way too young to be having sex, but I know that kids today are starting out much earlier. If you and Chris do decide to do something, I just want you to be safe. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Dad." I said embarrassingly. I know he probably had some idea that Chris and I were already doing something from what he had seen this morning. "I think it's going to be a while before we need what's in the drawer."
"Good." He patted me on my shoulder. "One other thing," he said seriously. "Be discreet. I don't want you to do anything to make your mother feel uncomfortable. Alright?"
"I promise." I assured him.
"Now, do we need to have The Talk?" He looked at me questioningly.
"No, Dad," I grinned. "I've had a sex education class. I think I know where things go."
"Oh, God," he exclaimed.
I started laughing. For years I had tried to embarrass my father. I had finally done it! His face turned bright red, as he got off the bed shaking his head. About half way down the hall, I heard him start to laugh.
I turned and closed the door. When I did, I noticed that he had also put a latch on my door. My parents had always respected my privacy, but I now had the added insurance that they wouldn't walk in on us unexpectedly someday.
I sat and finished my homework at my desk. It didn't take me long since I had finished most of it earlier. When I was done, I lay down on my new bed. It was comfortable! It was one of those soft, pillow top kind. My body sunk deeply into it. Within minutes I was sound asleep.
I was awakened by a tapping on the door. "Come in," I hollered out sleepily. The door opened and my mother walked in. She looked around the room and smiled.
"Well, how do you like it?" she asked. "Your father and I spent all day shopping for it."
"I love it." I stood up and gave her a hug. "Thanks."
I saw tears emerge in her eyes as she sat down on the side of the bed. I walked over and sat beside her. She reached out and took my hand and held it.
"When you were a little boy I always wondered what kind of a man you'd grow up to be. I wondered if someday you'd get married and have children." Tears formed in my eyes as she wiped hers away with the sleeve of her sweater.
"But the one thing I always prayed for, was that you'd be happy. For so long I've watched you become moody and unhappy. I thought it was just a stage you were going through. Then when things happened last weekend, it all made sense."
She squeezed my hand as she tried to gain her composure. I just stared at her with tears rolling unashamedly down my face.
"Then the past few days I've seen a sparkle in your eye. When you came walking downstairs yesterday holding Chris's hand, I saw a look on your face I thought I'd never see. It was the same look I had when I met your father."
She reached out and pulled me into her while we both cried silently. She had always showed me that she loved me, but holding her at that moment seemed so overwhelming. It was as if years of love came flowing from her body into mine. We sat that way for several minutes, unwilling to break the bond we were sharing.
Finally, she pulled away and wiped the tears from her eyes. She then reached over and wiped mine away. "You know your father and I love you very much. We'll always be here for you. I can't wait to see the man you turn out to be."
She stood up and walked over to the mirror and fixed her hair. She then turned and spoke to me.
"Get dressed. We've been invited to dinner with the Brewster's." She said. "Don't take too long. We can't keep that cute boyfriend of yours waiting." She then grinned. "And brush your teeth, Dear. No one likes to kiss someone whose breath smells."
"Mom," I shouted. "You're worse than Dad." I began to blush as she laughed and started to leave. Before walking out she turned and looked around the room.
"We did a nice job." She smiled and then closed the door.
I was a little nervous on the way to Chris's house. I was worried about facing Mr. Brewster. It was my fault that his treatment of Chris had been exposed. I was surprised that he wanted to have me in his house after only a day.
We were greeted warmly by Chris's mom as soon as we walked in. She gave me a huge hug while Chris looked over her shoulder at me. He stiffened when his father came into the foyer and headed over to me.
"Taylor," he said. I offered my hand to shake; but instead, he reached out and pulled me into a hug. I looked over at Chris and he had an amazed look on his face. I guess he wasn't expecting his father to greet me so affectionately.
He released me and then shook my father's hand and gave my mother a kiss on the cheek. "You boys run along," he instructed. "Dinner will be ready in a half hour. Robert, Catherine, lets go into the parlor and have a drink."
Chris grabbed my hand and led me upstairs. I stopped when I realized he was taking me into the room where I had sex with Jason. Chris saw the look of apprehension on my face and pulled me into the room and threw me on the bed. He closed he door and then climbed on top of me.
"This time you have the boy's permission." He then leaned in and started kissing me passionately. "I've missed you so much," he whispered in my ear.
"It's only been a day," I muttered as I started kissing him again.
"That's too long," he stopped kissing me long enough to say. After a few minutes of making out, I rolled over on my side and faced him.
"Is everything all right now?" I asked. "Your father kind of surprised me when he hugged me."
"Yeah," he smiled. "He's been doing a lot of that now. Actually, he's overdoing it."
"So you're getting along?" I was searching his face to see if he was being honest or just masking the situation. He sat up and looked at me.
"We had a long talk last night," he began. "He told me that when he was nine he was sexually abused by an older cousin. It lasted a couple of months, until the cousin moved away. He's been harboring a lot of hatred and guilt inside. It all came out when he realized I was gay." I watched as his eyes formed tears. I pulled him into me and held him.
"He never meant to hurt me," he said. "He just didn't know how to deal with the hatred he felt. He's going to go to a counselor and try to work out his feelings."
Chris pulled back and looked at me. "He told me last night he loved me." He leaned back in and cried gently on my shoulder while I rubbed his back. After a minute he stopped and sat back up.
"So he's alright with us being together?" I asked.
"Look." Chris pulled out a box and handed it to me.
"What's this?"
"Open it up."
I opened the box and inside were two silver rings. They were beautiful. They had an intricate woven design. I picked one up and examined it.
"He bought these for us." Chris smiled. "We went shopping at the mall today. When we passed a jewelry store, he saw them in the window and he went in and bought them. Try yours on."
I picked one up and slipped it on my finger. It fit perfectly. Chris took the other and put it on his.
"How did you know my size?" I asked.
"I didn't," he started to blush. "I figured since we were almost the same size down there," he pointed to my cock, "then we must have the same size fingers. I just got them both to fit me."
I started laughing and then leaned in and gave him another kiss. I pushed him on his back and got on top of him, humping him as we kissed.
"So we're the same size?" I raised an eyebrow. "I'm just going to have to check for myself." I reached down and started rubbing his erect cock through his shorts. I unzipped them and then snaked my hand under the elastic band of his underwear. He moaned when I wrapped my hand around it.
I sat up, straddling him. He lifted up as I pulled his shorts and underwear down, exposing his hard cock.
"I think I need to measure it," I said. I leaned in and took about half of it in my mouth. Chris let out a moan and threw his head back on the pillow and closed his eyes. I worked my way all the way down until I had engulfed his entire length. He started pumping his cock in and out of my mouth.
"Boys," my mother shouted. "Dinner is ready."
Chris started to get up, but I pushed him back down. "Coming Mother!" I shouted.
Chris started giggling as I took him again completely in my mouth. I knew we had little time, and I didn't want to leave Chris without satisfying him. I started sucking rapidly while I rolled his balls around in my hand.
"Oh God, Taylor," he moaned. "Pull off, I'm cumming." He tried to push my head off, but I gulped his cock down my throat and continued sucking. His body went rigid and I felt the first shot hit the back of my throat. I started swallowing rapidly, because he was shooting a large amount. After several large eruptions, his body relaxed and then they turned to a small trickle.
I got off the bed and took some tissues out of a box that was beside his bed. I cleaned him up and pulled his shorts and underwear back up.
"Yep," I grinned. "We're the same size."
He reached down and started to unzip my pants. "Are you sure? I think I need to check for myself."
"You'll have to check later," I said, stopping his hand. "We have to get downstairs before they come up and get us."
"Then I won't eat dessert," he said. "You'll be it."
I grabbed his hand and pulled him up. We went into his bathroom and fixed our hair and arranged our clothes. My cock was still erect with anticipation, so I had to pull my shirt out to cover the obvious tent in my pants. It didn't help that Chris kept grabbing it and stroking it.
When we walked into the dining room, my mother looked at us and said, "It's about time you came."
Chris and I looked at each other and started giggling. After dinner, he measured me.
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