Why Me

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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SPECIAL NOTE: IN MY LAST CHAPTER I POSTED A SPECIAL NOTE ABOUT A 19 YEAR OLD WHOSE REAL LIFE PARALLELED MANY OF THE STORIES ON NIFTY. THAT SAME DAY I GOT AN E-MALE FROM THE SUBJECT OF MY SPECIAL NOTE. HE SENT ME HIS WEB ADDRESS AND GAVE ME PERMISSION TO POST IT HERE. YOU HAVE GOT TO GO TO HIS SITE AND CHECK THIS DUDE OUT, HE'S A REAL CUTIE. THE ADDY IS http://www.homestead.com/stud19/home.html

Why Me? Chapter 5

Richard came home from work that afternoon in a mellow mood still trying to absorb all that he had seen and heard this day. He had had no idea there were so many people out there like him and possibly Chad. All this time he felt that he was different', an outcast. But, he still had to exercise great caution because, for this area and time, it was dangerous to openly proclaim one's sexuality if it was different' from heterosexuality. His brain was literally spinning when he was pulled back to reality by the ringing of the phone.

Richard answered "Hello."

"Richard?" the voice on the phone asked.

"Yes. Who's calling?" Richard replied.

"I don't think you know me but we have met, somewhat. I need to talk to you." The mystery voice said.

"About what?" Richard questioned starting to feel a little uneasy. Was this a basher, a homophobe but how was he going to find out, just come out and ask if he was a basher? Not likely, that would out him for sure. Richard needed time to think - stall, Richard, stall.

"I think that we have something in common and I can't really talk over the phone. When's a good time and place for us to meet?" the voice queried.

"Well, uh, when is a good time for you? My parents will be home in a few and then we will be having dinner so I can't get away for at least a couple of hours." Richard replied. "I know," he thought, "look at the caller ID." "Damn, why did I pick it up so quickly, it has to ring twice before the caller ID can pick up on it." he thought to himself.

"I don't get off work until 6 and then I have to eat and get cleaned up. Are you gonna be free around 9 PM?" the mystery caller asked.

"Yeah, I should be free then. Where can we meet? Someplace public, if you don't mind since I don't know you." Richard responded.

"Uh, I've got it. Meet me at the running track at the High School. Wear running gear and I'll do the same. That way it won't be suspicious." the caller said.

"Sounds like a plan. I'll see you then." Richard replied.

The caller hung up and Richard stood there listening to the "If you'd like to make a call..." from the earpiece of the phone receiver. How was he going to insure his safety? He had never been so scared in his entire life. He put the phone down. All of a sudden he remembered that even though caller ID hadn't picked up on the identification of the caller, he could do a `*69' and get the number back. That way if the caller was into bashing him, he might be scared off if he thought he could be traced this way. He dialed the *69 and the phone rang around 10 times, finally a female voice answered "Sports Break, how can I help you?". "Sorry, wrong number." Richard replied.

At least he knew where the call had come from so if he did get beat up or, for God's sake murdered, they would have a way to track the perp down. He then thought about who he could confide in.

He quickly dialed Chad and when he answered he almost yelled into the mouthpiece "Get over here as quick as you can." and hung up.

He paced the floor waiting for Chad to arrive. The doorbell rang and he ushered Chad in the house. Chad had a quizzical look on his face and for good reason. Richard brought Chad up to date on all that had occurred. He then embraced his buddy and said "I'm just a little bit frightened by this." to Chad.

"It's bizarre to say the least. Does anyone know `bout you?" Chad asked.

"No one who would be doing this. Unlesssss." and Richard told Chad the story about his drunken evening at the park.

"You did what? And got hauled in by the cops." Chad said surprised at what Richard, level headed Richard, had just told him.

"I know. It was STOOPID, really STOOPID. But that's history now. Okay, now here's what we're gonna do. We're gonna go down to Sports Break and you're going inside and check out who is working there. I can't go in because he evidently knows who I am but he doesn't know you. Then tonight we're going to get dressed like he suggested and go to the track from opposite directions. We'll do some laps, but not run together, and then you act like you're leaving but go over and keep an eye on us from under the bleachers." Richard said.

""Sounds like a plan. Let's hit Sports Break and check it out." Chad said.

Richard left his folks a note that he and Chad had gone shopping and would be home before 6, didn't want them to get pissed at him for abuse of the `rents car and they left for the shop. Chad slid his hand over and held Richards.

"Hey, everything is going to work out just fine, Bud-O-Mine" Chad said.

"Oh, Chad, I certainly hope so. This had gotten me really worried and you don't know, can't ever realize, just how much I appreciate you being here to stand by me." Richard replied.

They pulled into the Kroger lot just down the street from the Sports Break and Chad left Richard there. As he entered the shop there was only one customer there and he was being helped by this dopey blonde chick wearing a mini skirt and a tube top. Chad window shopped and he heard the door from the back open and two guys came out talking about the upcoming Western Open golf tournament. "OMIGOD, That's Brent McMillan!" Chad thought to himself. Chad knew of him from his days as Quarterback for the football team. He was built like a brick shithouse. Square body, square jaw, wide hips, dirty blonde hair and emerald green eyes. He had had girls hanging off him like crazy. This made sense though, since Richard had told him that the guy that ran from the bathroom that night had had on a football jacket. Brent and the other guy went over to the display window and Brent reached in and took the weights in the window and lifted them out WITH ONE HAND. Damn, talk about strong.

"Okay, Zack, now that all the heavy work has been done, you can get all the rest of the stuff out and get rid of all those bug carcasses." Brent said.

"K, Bud. But don't get too far away cause you'll have to set those weights back in there." Zack said.

Chad had never seen this Zack guy before. He was a looker himself. There was only one High School in town and Chad knew everyone that went there. He was about the same height as Brent but didn't have quite the bulk.

At that time Brent saw Chad and walked over and said "Hey Man, haven't seen you in a while. Let's see, you were probably in 8th or 9th grade last time. How's things back at the old Alma Mater?".

"Nothing much has changed, new students and a few new teachers. SOS, mostly" Chad replied.

"Hey, is Mr. Markley still teaching shop?" Brent asked.

"Naw, he finally retired. They've got this new guy in there, just out of college. Uh, I think he went to State. Didn't you go to State?" Chad asked?

"Yeah, I'm still going there. I'll be a Junior this fall. Uh, what's the dude's name that replaced Mr. Markley?" Brent asked.

"Uh, let me think. I can picture him, he's tall, like real tall and has his hair cut real short and always wears the same khaki pants and blue polo shirt to class, oh, and his name is Russian or Czech, or.." Chad replied.

"Would it be Nick Kuchin?" Brent asked.

"Yeah, that's it. Do you know him?" Chad asked.

"Do I know him? Hell, yes I know him. Like he was only the best Basketball player that ever went to State. Haven't you heard of Slick Nick the Russian Prick before? Loved to take and shove the ball right back down the opponents throat when they went in for a lay up." Brent said.

"No way!" Chad replied astonishingly.

"Way, man." Brent replied thinking back to the times he had slipped down to the locker room after a home game just to catch a glimpse of the guy that his teammates called "Hoss' dick Nick". This guy was hung like a horse. No one knew what his sexual preference was since he never dated girls and didn't have any real close friends of either gender.

"Uh, Brent? Hello?" Chad spoke to Brent trying to bring him back down to earth.

"Oh, sorry. I was just remembering the game when we were playing Miami of Ohio and they were rated tops in their division. They had a guard named Thane Wolf who won All American status and Nick was the center for State. All night long Thane would make a pass in the lane and Nick would either deflect it or steal the ball. Thane was getting frustrated from all this. We shut down their passing game. Thane had a man open and he passed to him only to have Nick intercept it and go down for a slam dunk. Thane was so angry he punched Nick right in the nuts. Of course he got ejected from the game but he also took Nick out." Brent said.

But the real reason was he was remembering all this was not exactly what he had told Chad. True, Thane had popped Nick in the nuts and been ejected and Nick had been removed due to his injuries but the part that Brent remembered the most was that Coach had hailed Brent, who was sitting a couple of rows back of the team and had him go with Nick to the dressing room and instructed him to go in the medical stuff and get ice packs out and get Nick to apply them to his nuts.

He had helped Nick down to the dressing room and then he went and got the ice packs. When he came back Nick was nude and laying on a bench. He handed the ice pack to Nick and as he rose he got real pale.

"Whoa, Buddy. Don't you go and pass out on me." Nick had said to the tall guy.

"Sorry, man. I'm hurting on both ends right now. My head is splitting open - give me the ice pack you've got for my head and get me another one for my nuts." Nick said.

"Sure, Bud." and Brent went and got another one. On his way back he noticed that Nick had the ice pack over his forehead and eyes so Nick just sat there and drooled over that big dick that was laying on Nicks abdomen - soft and it was almost to his navel.

"Don't just stand there staring, Man. Come on over here and apply that to my sore nuts." Nick said.

Brent had not realized that Nick could tell his presence through the translucent ice pack. So he went over and applied the ice pack to Nick's nuts. "Geez, that thing is fucking huge." he thought to himself. As he sat there staring at it, it seemed to be getting larger and larger right before his eyes. About that time he heard the final buzzer go off in the Field House and he knew that the rest of the team would be down there soon so he took Nicks hand and put the ice pack in it for him to hold in place.

As the team filed down into the dressing room, Geordy Monroe commented "Damn, Nick. Looks like that son of a bitch hit you so hard in your nuts that it forced your dick to grow several inches." and the team all laughed along with Geordy. Being that close to that monster member had been the object of many a jerk off session when Brent had been alone.

"Now what can we help you with today Chad?" Brent asked coming back from his daydream.

"Oh, yeah. I'm looking for some roller blades." Chad replied.

Brent showed Chad their whole line of roller blades and told him that if he was smart he would wait until the sale papers came out on Sunday because they were having a 40% off sale on all blades.

Chad thanked him and said he would be back once they went on sale. He ran to the car to report his finding to Richard.

"Well?" Richard asked as Chad slipped in the car and they took off back to Richards.

"Okay, there were two guys in there and you had said that you saw a Lewisville football jacket on the guy that ran out of the john that night didn't you?" Chad asked.

"I sure did." Richard replied.

"Well, you aren't going to believe this when I tell you but "Brent McMillan works there.

"Two plus Two DOES make Four. I overheard Officer McLaughlin say something about Brent being at the park the night I was caught. That has to be who the mysterious caller was." Richard replied.

"Shit, you're not going to believe this either Richard, but I think that from our conversation and the way Bent reacted that the new shop teacher is gay also." Chad said. "No shit?" Richard answered. Then they pulled into the drive at the Dean house and went inside.

"We're back." Richard said.

His Mom came into the living room and said "Oh, the we is you and Chad. Hi Chad. I'm making my killer meatloaf and three alarm mashed potatoes. Can you join us for dinner?"

"I'd love to Mrs. D. Just have to clear it with the Momster." Chad said.

He made the call and they all enjoyed a hearty meal and when finished Richard and Chad volunteered to clean up the kitchen.

"I know what I'll be praying for in the morning." Chad said.

"What's that?" Richard asked.

"After those three alarm potatoes, I'll be praying for the ice cream when I sit on the white throne." Chad replied and both boys bent double from laughter just thinking of it. Afterwards they went up to Richards room.

Once the door was closed and locked Richard went over to Chad and pulled him to his chest. "Chad, I want to thank you for all you have down for me. And for going with me tonight." Richard said pulling Chad in and gently touching his lips to Chad's. Chad put one hand to the back of Richards head and pulled him in tighter while the other hand went to the small of Richards back. Richard parted his lips and started rubbing the tip of his tongue against Chads smooth sweet lips. Chad responded by parting his lips and a serious game of tonsil hockey began. They stood in the center of the room just holding each other and kissing each other just swaying from side to side. Then Chad broke the embrace and said "Are you happy to be with me or is that a mouse in your pocket?" Both boys just snickered and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Chad, do you feel like even though we have know each other for most of our lives that we have only known each other REALLY for a few days?" Richard asked.

"Somewhat. I started feeling love, er you know the kind of love I am talking about, huh, for a couple of years now but I'd have to say that until that love was returned, yeah it only feels like a few days of really knowing the real Richard Dean." Chad stammered as he answered Richard.

"Hey, look what time it is. By the time I get changed and then get you over to your house ti will be time to go to the track." Richard said. So Richard got up and began to disrobe not thinking about the way things were now between him and Chad. When he went to unbutton the top of his jeans he turned his back to Chad and shucked his pants down.

"Hey, No fair. I know we said we would take things slow but if you bare that cute butt of yours and bend over so invitingly I may not be able to resist." Chad quipped.

"And when the shorts come off you will notice firmly planted above that object of your desires' that there is a sign that says Exit Only' Smart Ass." Richard joked back and continued undressing in front of Chad. Chad walked over to Richard and turned him around and said "You are one good looking man, Richard Dean. And don't you ever forget the first man to ever tell you that and mean it."

"Thanks, Bud." Richard said back ducking his flushed face to the floor. Chad pecked him on the cheek and let Richard resume dressing. They then went to Chads house and after telling his folks that they were going running, went to Chads room. Chad started to undress and when he got to his pants he pulled the same move as Richard and turned his back as he went to down his jeans.

"Now there's a cute butt. Looks like two scoops of vanilla ice cream. Lickable." Richard said.

"Richard Dean, do you have no shame?" Chad jokingly replied as he continued to take off his bikini underwear.

Richard walked over to Chad and turned him around and said "Dittoes to you also on the good looking man and don't you EVER forget who told it to you , and meant it.". As he finished the sentence Chad pulled Richard in close and their lips met again. Richard put his hand behind Chad's head and pulled him in for a new round of tonsil hockey and with his other free hand began to caress Chads smooth chest circling the nipples with his fingertips and then flipping them off with the tips of his fingers. Chad melted and his mouth went wide open and Richard felt a rush of hot exhaled breath flow back down his throat.

They broke and Chad finished getting his running gear on and they left for the track. Richard went to the north side of the track and let Chad out a couple of blocks away and then made a wide circle to come in from the south side and parked. He was nervous as hell. There were a couple of guys on the track but no Brent McMillan. He started around the track and glanced at his watch, no wonder, it was only 8:50 P.M. So he continued to run. One of the guys who was there jogged off the track, got in his car and drove off. About that time Richard saw Chad enter the track and start running. They waved at each other but ran one independent from the other.

Richard had worked up a good sweat not being used to running in this heat and he walked over and sat on one of the benches sitting on the sidelines. When Chad came around he grabbed the water hose that was on the faucet by the track and sat down. Dousing his head with water and speaking to Richard at the same time "That's the other guy that was in the store with Brent. I'm going to go on under the bleachers so I can keep an eye on things. Oh, his name's Zack."

Chad left the area and moved over to where the bleachers offered him a place of concealment. He heard a commotion from the parking lot and saw three guys heading for the track. "Omigod. What if we were wrong about it being Brent or even Zack." He thought. He knew that two on one was not a fair fight but Brent and Zack were both older and stronger so that was kinda like being even. But if it was these three that had set Richard up for a bashing, they were going to be in big trouble. His heart was aching, his head was spinning. What was he going to do. He couldn't leave Richard to the mercy of these guys. Any one of them could easily have taken on the two of them. What was he going to do? He couldn't leave, he knew that. He would just have to come up with some plan. A weapon, a club, anything.

Out on the track Richard was cooling down using the hose that Chad had pulled over to the bench completely oblivious to the three guys entering the track. Zach pulled up and asked "Mind if I share some of that aqua pura?" in his best Latino accent.

"Sure. Go ahead. I'm finished with it myself. I didn't realize it was as hot out here today or I might have used the indoor track over at the Y." Richard replied.

"I know. But `No pain. No gain'." Zack responded.

"Guess you're right. You from around here?" Richard asked.

"Nope, I'm from Dekalb, just down here working for the summer. Name's Zack and you're Richard, right?" Zack asked.

This kinda shocked Richard but confirmed that this is probably who the mystery caller was. "How'd you know my name?" he asked.

"Oh, er , I, uh, saw you out a couple of weeks back and then went to the Libraary and pulled out yearbooks from the last 4 years and found out who you were." Zack replied.

"Were you the one who called me this afternoon?" Richard asked.

"Yeah, sorry about being so `James Bondish' ." Zack replied.

"What did you want to talk to me about?" Richard asked.

"Godammit, this is so fucking hard for me to do, quiet for a minute, huh? Zack said as the three guys were nearing them. "Let's go sit in the bleachers out of earshot from those three." Not noticing it they sat directly over where Chad was in hiding.

"All right, I just don't know exactly where to begin but you remember the night you got picked up by the cops?" Zack asked.

"Not hardly a night I will soon forget. Really makes a mother proud, wouldn't you say?" Richard replied.

They both chuckled and Zack said "Well, Shit, there's no better way to say it than to come right out with the fact that I was the one in the stall when you stuck you cock through the wall. I'm glad that I got out of there when I did. I don't know how I would have explained it to my friend to come get me out of jail for `sucking an underage boys cock' in a public place.".

"THAT WAS YOU?" Richard said. "I thought it was B." and Richard stopped mid sentence.

"B..., who did you think it was?" Zack asked.

"Oh, nobody, nobody." Richard answered.

"You thought I was Brent? Right?" Zack answered "So did the cops."

"You know Brent?" Richard asked even though he knew the answer to the question.

"Yeah, he's the friend I am staying with and I work with him also. I was wearing his jacket that night so I guess that's why I was mistaken for him. Well, I've got a couple things I need from you then. I have suspected that Brent is gay by the way he watches me when I undress and the way he leers at other guys. Do you know if he is gay?" Zack asked.

"Hell, I don't know. I'm not even sure if I'm gay or bi or whatever. Now what's the second thing?" Richard asked the mystery caller.

"Okay, the second thing is would you please keep quiet about the fact that it was me in there with you that night. If it turns out that Brent is gay then I would like to pursue a relationship with him and I am afraid that if he knew about that little indiscretion he might think of me as a slut and not want to have anything to do with me. Huh? Okay?" Zack said pleadingly.

"Not to worry. Your secret is safe. But in return I'd like to ask you a few questions." Richard replied.

"Shoot." Zack answered.

"Like I said, I'm not even sure I am gay or anything, as far as that goes. I've dated several girls and we've gone so far as the kissy kissy stuff and I was never really turned on by it. What's it like to make love to another man. I'm really na‹ve when it comes to that type stuff." Richard asked.

"Well, I dated a lot of girls in High School and had sex with a lot of them. Dekalb is a small town and not much else to do other than screw your brains out. I did it and had no problems performing and getting their rocks off also but it's nothing like sex with another man. Their is just something special , not really a good way to put it into words though. It's like having a good meal at your favorite restaurant, seeing a dazzling fireworks display, enjoying the vista of the Grand Canyon and romping with a playful puppy, all rolled into one but even better. Golly gee, now you've gone and made me blush." Zach replied jovially. "I never got that when I had sex with a chick." he said. "If nothing else, you have to try it once just to see if that's a fit for you, if that's the mold you came from.

The two guys got up, shook hands, exchanged pleasantries and agreed that what they had said here would remain between the two of them, and oh, yes, Chad who had overheard the exchange from below the bleachers. They parted with the customary "C'ya laterz" and Richard went to the car. Chad had beat him there and was hiding in the floorboard. "Well, what did he say?" Chad asked.

"Nothing much, Bud. He was the one in the john at the park that night and he just wanted me to keep quiet about it." Richard answered.

"Well, I've been wondering, where's your favorite place to eat?" Chad asked.

"Hmm, let's see. Probably Altiery's. Why?" Richard asked.

I was thinking about seeing if they could fix us a carry out meal and then fly out to the Grand Canyon to watch a fireworks display with my Cocker Spaniel and YOU." Chad said as he burst out with laughter.

"You Bastard." Richard said "You were eavesdropping. But, there's no one else I would rather do it with than you, you know that, don't you?"

Chad grinned and said "Ne Meither, Bud-O-Mine. Ne Meither!" and then leaned closer and put his hand on top of Richards.

Richard was aglow, happy as he could be. He reflected back on the events of the day and thought of Bob.

"Hey Chad, your Dad works at the Credit Bureau, right?" Richard asked.

"Yeah, why?" Chad answered.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------- WOW!!!! That's all for now folks. Writing this is really fun BUT it is time consuming along with taking care of other important things like keeping a roof over ones head and food for the stomach as well as the soul. Next Chapter - the search for Gerald Anthony Jenkins? Richard is harassed by Eric? Do Richard and Eric get together? Richard's revenge? Got a direction you'd like to see the story take? I greatly appreciate all the positive comments I have gotten. Haven't gotten a negative one yet. BUT all are welcome and you can E-mail me at webworm@nex.net