Author's note: This is my first attempt so please be gentle with me. The story is part fact and part fiction. There's not a lot of gratuitous sex in it because it's a love story. I'll suggest the sex and let your imagination do the rest. I would love to get comments, both pro and con. Replies can be sent to: webworm@nex.net
Dedication: To the loving memory of my Marcus Aaron, sweet little sixteen. I still miss you sweetie even after 4 hard years. There's a hole in my heart that will never be replaced but the fond memories of our time in the sun and the love we showered each other with warm me continually. I love you, MAC. Peace and love to your Mom and Aunt Wilma.
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Why Me? Chapter 2
"Oh my God! Richard, what in the fuck are you doing here?" Chad asked.
I didn't answer rather I ran like a scared rabbit all the way home and went straight to my room. I cried till I could not shed any more tears. Now what would I do? I'm gonna be labeled a queer, a fag, a homo. No, this can't be happening to me. Not this perfect little boy from this perfect home. Yes, Richard, you are a queer, a flaming faggot. Your life as "Mr. Perfect" has ended. The world will now know. All this was too much for Richard and he got up from his bed and went to the living room. He paced the floor wringing his hands. Anguish all over his face blinding him from reality made him want to run and hide. The doorbell rang. Through the peephole he could see it was Chad.
"He's come here to kick my ass." Richard thought.
Don't open it and keep quiet. He heard Chad try and open the door.
"Richard, I know you are in there. Answer the door" Chad shouted.
Chad finally gave up and walked away. Okay, now what to do. Richard thought of killing himself but felt he didn't have the guts to do that. Hmmm, his Dad had always called liquor `liquid courage' hadn't he? So what else is there to do but get up the courage to do it. He opened the cabinet and remembering chemistry class discussions on alcohol, looked for the one with the highest proof. Richard took the top off the bottle and sucked the whisky down. He almost threw up after that first slug went down his throat burning it's way to his gullet.
"Damn, how do people enjoy drinking this stuff?" he thought.
He had a job to accomplish though so he placed the bottle back to his lips. "How will I do the deed?" he thought to himself.
"I know, I'll get good and drunk and run a tub full of water and get in. Then I'll slit my wrists, just like in the movie, and drink till I pass out. Then I'll either drown or bleed to death. Doesn't matter which as long as I am gone and out of the way." He said outloud.
So he proceeded to drink from the bottle of 100 proof Jim Beam. The more he drank the mellower he got. The booze had an anesthetizing effect on him.
"Hmmm, this stuff ain't half bad. Hell, I'm not that bad either. Seems the more I drink the better I feel about myself." he said to himself. "No, you don't get off that easy you lousy cocksucker. Just think how your parents will feel when they walk through the mall and folks whisper behind their backs "Oh, don't you feel sorry for them. Their son's a homo-SEX-u-all. I heard he was caught having sex in a public bathroom." he answered himself. And the kids at school - his life was destined to be a living hell.
His words were starting to slur and his eyelids were drooping. The more he drank of the liquid courage' the more it became liquid absolution'. He felt the urgent need to relieve himself and as he rose the room started to spin and he fell hard hitting his head on the coffee table.
About 9:30 P.M. Richard's Mom and Dad arrived home and walked in the side door from the garage to the kitchen..
"The kitchen looks as good as when I left it. Looks like Richard is finally cleaning up after himself." his Mom said smiling. "I'm gonna go upstairs and check on him. Give him some positive reinforcement." she told his Dad.
As she walked into the living room she saw a sight that ripped her heart right from her chest. There was Richard on the floor with his head lying in a pool of blood. She screamed "Oh God, Carl, call an ambulance!" and ran to the floor where her beautiful child lay.
Carl ran into the living room and assessed the situation and said "No time for an ambulance. Get a towel and wrap it on his head and we'll drive him there ourselves.".
Carl picked Richard's limp body from the floor not noticing the empty Beam bottle laying where it had rolled partly under the sofa. He placed him in the back seat with instructions for his wife to hold the towel on the cut to slow the bleeding. Tires screamed as the car pulled out of the drive and headed to the Emergency Room.
They carried their little boy in and he was placed on a gurney and wheeled in a cubicle. The Nurse came in commented that he had a nice gash on his forehead but that it would not be life threatening. Then the scent of the alcohol caught his attention and he leaned over and smelled his breath.
"How much has he had to drink?" he inquired.
"He doesn't drink." Carl seemingly offended replied.
Jerry, the Nurse walked over to the cabinet and took the blood drawing equipment from the shelf, tied a tourniquet around Richard's arm and drew an ampoule of blood. "Sir, I am not sure I agree that he doesn't drink but if you will come over here and smell his exhaled breath, I think you will see why I suspect that he has." Jerry stated matter of factly.
Carl went over and smelled his son's breath and turned white as a sheet. He looked at his wife, both of them stunned and ashamed. The Doctor came in and the Nurse brought him up to speed on the situation. The young Doctor instructed the Nurse to draw a blood sample, to which Jerry smiled and produced same from his pocket, and to put the patient on a monitor until he regains consciousness. "As soon as you have that sample to the Lab, come back here and try and rouse him. If you can get him awake enough, get some Syrup of Ipecac down him otherwise we will have to pump his stomach." the Doctor ordered the Nurse.
The Nurse returned from the Lab and broke a small Ammonia Inhalant and placed it under Richard's nose. Oh, did he respond to that. He came up off the table in a flash. The Nurse quieted him down and got him to drink the Syrup. "It's not going to taste the greatest in the world but it will keep us from having to pump your stomach." he told Richard.
"Nurse, I'm feeling a little nauseous." Richard said.
"That didn't take long. It's to be expected and call me Jerry, not `Nurse', please." Jerry said.
Jerry got an emesis basin and held it under Richard's head and turning from Richard to his parents said "Mr. And Mrs. Dean, if you would like, you can wait down the hall in the lounge. This will not be a pleasant experience for any of us. And your son might feel a little less embarrassed if you waited elsewhere. I will come get you if you are needed for anything."
They left the room and the Nurse tending their son. As they walked down the hall Carl stated "Something is terribly wrong with this picture. Richard would never do anything this stupid unless there is an underlying cause.". Richard's mother just remained silent blaming herself for not being there when her son needed her the most.
They had been in the waiting lounge for thirty or so minutes when the Doctor came in.
"The Lab test are back and your son had an unbelievably high blood alcohol content. With your permission, I think we should keep him here overnight for observation. Any problems with that?" the young Doctor asked.
"None whatsoever." Carl replied and Carl left to go register Richard in the Hospital.
Jerry moved a transport gurney into the room where Richard was and helped his young patient onto the gurney. "Shit!!! This mattress is fucking cold!" Richard moaned. His dignity had already been shaken when Jerry removed his clothes and put him in a chintzy hospital gown but this just added insult to injury.
"Why am I going to have to stay overnight Jerry?" Richard asked.
"Richie, uh may I call you Richie? Jerry asked.
"Sure. No prob man." Richard replied.
"Okay, Richie. Your blood alcohol content was very high. The Doc wants to keep you here overnight for observation - just in case that booze screwed up something in your metabolism. That is a dangerous situation and had your folks not gotten you to the hospital, you might likely have died." Jerry said.
"Didja ever think that that might not have been the general idea Jerry?" Richard responded and his eyes started to tear up.
"Richie, I don't ever want to hear you talk like that. You are young and full of life. You..." Jerry stuttered feeling rage at the thought of this kid ending his life.
"You, you, YOU don't know. You just don't know so don't be so damned judgmental. If you were facing what I am ....." spewed from Richards lips.
Jerry cut him off stating very sternly "Richie, what, just WHAT is so terrible that you would want to kill yourself?".
"Never mind. Can you just get me to my room, please, Jerry? I'm very tired and want to go to sleep." Richard said.
"Sure Tiger." Jerry responded and they flew down the hall up to Richard's hospital room.
Jerry was smart enough to know that any further argument would be nonproductive with Richard still sobering up. Jerry went by the Nurse's Station and told the Charge Nurse that the staff would be well advised to keep a close watch on Richie.
The events of the evening was the beginning of a pattern. The liquor was removed from the house and Richard was basically grounded except to go to school or church and their related functions. But, that did not deter Richard. It just made it a little more difficult to acquire the `nectar of the Gods' that helped relieve some of the stress. He would wait until his parents were asleep or gone and then slip down to the park. There was always some Wino who would pick him up a pint of cheap whisky in exchange for a pint for himself. The only way Richard could drift of even to a troubled sleep was after having an intimate love affair with Jimbo Beam.
His home life had become shitty. No, his parents weren't riding his back. They were concerned, truly concerned. They tried to get him to set up an appointment with the Pastor. They tried to have him set up and appointment with the school counselor. They tried everything that they knew to do and had gone to counseling themselves. Richard was belligerent, rude and disrespectful at home. Exactly the opposite of the good little Richard that they had known for almost 16 years. But everything that they suggested was rejected by Richard.
School was not much better. As he walked down the hallways he did not imagine that Chad was ignoring him, no, it could not be a coincidence that never, by chance, did they bump into each other. Hell, they had started Kindergarten together, had become fast and steady friends, constant companions. Richard would start a sentence and Chad would finish it. And now because of a STUPID HORMONAL IMPULSE all that was down the drain. Richard still wasn't totally convinced as to whether he was straight, bi or gay. He know that he had a strong emotional bond with Chad, more than with any girl he had ever been friends with.
Now Chad did not know how to deal with the situation. Yeah, he was purposefully avoiding Richard. He had never been as embarrassed in his life as when he pulled open that door and there stood Richard putting his woodie back in his pants. Richard had been just as curious as Chad, hadn't he? What was wrong with getting a quick blow job by some stranger who would remain anonymous. After putting on such a macho show after Richard told him about the `glory hole' though, it showed of pure and simple hypocrisy. He felt emasculated by it. But he couldn't face him though. He knew that his life was a total zip without his friend.
That leads us to the night that Officer McLaughlin picked Richard up. Richard had waited until he heard his parents close their bedroom door. He then listened for the TV to turn off. He knew that when his folks went to bed they always turned the TV on and set the timer for 30 minutes. Was it to cover the sounds of sex' or just a noise pacifier? Didn't matter - what it did signal was the start for Richard's late night binge drinking. On this particular night, he didn't hole up in his room and drink till he passed out. He went to the park and found Willie Wino' and gave him enough cash to get them both a fifth of the cheapest rot gut whiskey in the store.
Richard needed lots of courage for what he was going to do tonight. He was going to go see what that `glory hole' was all about. Maybe this would prove to him whether he was straight or gay. He hid in the bushes close to the river watching the john. As he observed a steady stream of men going and coming out of the john he drank steadily from the bottle of cheap whiskey.
"Gawd Almighty, there's Mr. Kirkpatrick, the Sunday School Superintendent!" Richard chuckled to himself. Damn, he couldn't go in there now. He would just have to wait him out. So Richard continued to drink. He then saw him leave and Richard decided it was now or never. He staggered over to the john, opened the door and sauntered over to the urinal. Trying to remember the proper Tea Room protocol that Eric had told him, he unzipped his pants and started stroking his meat. It started to firm up and Richard saw a finger being poked through the hole. "That's my signal." he thought and he turned and stuck his dick through the hole.
"Damn, that steel is cold on my balls." Richard laughed. He felt the warmth of a pair of lips encasing his cock on the other side of the stall.
"Oh, shit, that feels so good. Suck on that big cock, faggot!" Richard cried out at the top of his lungs.
"Shut up you crazy fucker! You trying to attract the cops over here or what!" the anonymous voice whispered from behind the stall.
"Fuck, man. What's your problem? Put my dick back in your mouth and suck on it, PLEEEEEZE." Richard pleaded gradually getting louder and louder.
"Screw this scene, man. I ain't sticking around for company to show up." the anonymous voice said and Richard heard the stall door slam shut. He glanced over his shoulder only to see the back of a Lewisville High Varsity Football jacket disappear through the door in a flash.
"Well, fuck. I'll just leave it in the fucking hole till the nexsh cockshucker combs zalong then. " Richard slurred. Richard heard footsteps approaching. "Welll, that dizn't take long, now diid it?" Richard giggled.
Richard looked over to the door to see who was going to enjoy popping his cherry in the `glory hole. The door opened and ...."Oh, my God....."
That's all for now folks. I promise you that there will be no more door opening cliff hangers like this one. You can rest assured it will not be Chad this time. You can probably guess who it is. Or can you? Let me know who you think it is. Is it one of the named characters or will it be a mystery character that changes the entire course of events for the evening leading up tot he jail incident? I appreciate all the comments I received. I changed the format to make it more readable. Let me know if that is better than the straight paragraph style. Like I said in the beginning your comments would be greatly appreciated. E-mail me at webworm@nex.net