Chapter 11

The drive back to town was a nightmare for Kerry. Brett sat in the passenger side of Trey’s truck, his eyes red from all of his crying, and every few seconds gut-wrenching sobs would pass his lips. If Kerry didn’t have to concentrate on driving this strange truck, he would have been in just as bad shape. His eyes would mist over almost as much as Brett’s and yet, what could he have done differently? He couldn’t have prevented this from happening, no one could have, but that didn’t stop him from thinking that he could have done something, seen something.

The drive was over, but the doubts and questions were still with him as he pulled into the town hospital’s parking lot. He saw Mike’s truck, parked over by the Emergency exit. It looked so forlorn, as if it,

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too, was mourning for the actions of last night. Kerry shook his head, trying to clear it, knowing that nothing would erase that scene from his mind. Nothing could ever bring back the carefree days or nights of this week.

With the truck parked, they slowly headed together towards the hospital entrance. Kerry stopped in front; afraid to go further, wishing that he could run home and hide in his bedroom, knowing that what lay behind those closed doors would affect him for the rest of his young life. His plans for a happy life with Mike, his hopes for joining Mike at Oregon State, all lay shattered in the dirt back at the camp. Kerry knew that when he walked through those doors, they would swing open to reveal a dark future, without Mike. He didn’t want that, he couldn’t accept that, and so he stood there, staring for an eternity until Brett touched him on the arm, and then, with his head lowered, he entered.

The quiet of the waiting room seemed to weigh heavily on his heart as they walked in. The gentle buzz of conversation and muted discussions seemed to cease suddenly as they made their way inside. Eyes glanced briefly in their direction, then quickly looked away, as if afraid to make contact with them. Brett, walking ahead, suddenly stopped and Kerry almost collided with him.

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Right in front, seated by the wide swing doors, were Coach Tom and his assistant. They both were looking at Brett and Kerry. Kerry could feel his heart harden, anger rising in his throat, but before he could do or say anything, Brett was running straight towards them. He flung himself at the Coach, throwing his entire weight onto the Coach, his fists flying like hammers, striking the Coach.

The suddenness of his attack threw everyone off. The Coach and his chair went toppling backwards from the force of the assault. Brett was striking him hard in the face, the stomach, everywhere he could. Loud sobs and moans of pain came from Brett as he flayed at the Coach until two orderlies managed to grab hold of him, subduing him and dragging him off the Coach.

“You bastard, you Mother Fucking Bastard,” was all Brett could spit out as another orderly joined to contain him. He struggled to get free, to fling himself again at the Coach, but three strong men were no match, even for his anger.

“Shut up, you little puke!” the coach yelled. “You fucker, you knocked one of my teeth loose, you are going to pay for this, I’ll see to that…”

“No you won’t, Coach.”

“What? Who the fuck are you?”

The Coach was stunned by the quiet yet forceful way Kerry had spoken to him. He stood up, glaring first at Brett then back to Kerry. He stared into Kerry’s eyes, and a slight tremor passed through him.

“Tell them to lay off, Coach,” Kerry said, his voice calm and flat, surprising him and even startling Brett, whose wild struggling with the orderlies subsided.

“Listen here, young man, I don’t…”

“No, you listen, Coach, you leave Brett alone, and you just stay away. I know all about it, and I have no scholarship for you to threaten, so back off.”

The words hit the Coach like a sledgehammer. His face went white as a sheet, and his eyes narrowed as he took Kerry’s stance into view. He could see the coldness in the eyes, and he looked over to Brett, then back to Kerry.

“Nurse, I’ll be at home, you can have the sheriff reach me there, and you can let that boy go, he’s obviously distraught and I think it’ll be best if we just let it pass… Okay, Son?”

“LISTEN, YOU MOTHER….”

SHUT UP, BRETT!” Kerry commanded.

“That’ll be fine Coach, we’ll talk again… I promise.”

Kerry’s words hung over the entire waiting room as the Coach gathered himself up and left with his assistant. Whispers were growing as Kerry took Brett by the arm, checking to make sure he was okay, and

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wiping the tears from his face.

“Get a grip, Brett, okay?”

“Yeah, uh… thanks Kerry… I don’t know…”

“I know… neither do I, but… well… look, just try and keep it together, okay?… losing it isn’t gonna help… right?”

“Yeah… okay.”

With furtive glances still coming their way, the two sat and waited, each lost in his own private thoughts. Time dragged onwards, minute by agonizing minute. It wasn’t the waiting that was tearing Kerry apart, it was the not knowing. Despite his numerous pleas to various nursing staff, no one could tell him anything; he just had to sit and let his imagination run wild.

Visions of his aunt’s funeral paraded across his mind. Long limousines, dark clothes, people crying, all of that crowded for attention in his mind. He was slowly losing his tight grip, he needed to hold Mike, to feel his arms around his body, to smell his scent, to feel the warmth of his breath on his cheeks, but no one could tell him where or even if Mike was there.

Time was dragging on, and even Brett had succumbed to the long day. His head lay propped on Kerry’s shoulder, his eyes shut and his breathing even as he finally managed to fall asleep. Kerry was glad of that, as the sobs were finally silent. Only problem now, he couldn’t get up to pester the desk staff without waking Brett. His torment of not knowing only became worse. Why hadn’t Mike come out to see if they were here? Surely he would have figured they would be here by now?

So many questions, and no answers. Slowly his own head was drooping from fatigue when a light touch on his shoulder made him spring up. A soft voice he recognized called his name softly and he turned to stare into his father’s deep blue eyes.

The shock of seeing his father there made his whole body tremble with fear. It was bad news, nothing could have dragged his father from his daily work to be here otherwise. The shaking started the tears flowing and it woke Brett up.

“What’s going on?” he asked, while rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“I don’t know,… uh… Dad?”

“Come with me, son… we need to talk, your friend can rest here and you can talk to him later, now come on.”

“Yes, sir.”

Kerry followed his dad outside of the emergency room, back out to the driveway and the parking lot. He saw his father’s car; they walked towards it. His dad stopped and leaned against the hood, pulling out a package of cigarettes, and lit one. As he took a puff off the cigarette he stared down at his son, looking him in the eyes, and then silently he

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offered him the package.

“No thanks, I don’t smoke.”

“No?… Guess that’s good.”

“What is happening, Dad? I mean how come you’re here?…”

“The sheriff called me when your friend Mike got here… he is your friend, this Mike?… Right?”

“Yes.”

“What kind of friends are you, Kerry?”

“Why?”

“I need to know, son, you have to trust me.”

Summoning an unknown depth of courage, Kerry looked at his father, square into the eyes, blue into blue, and he stared. His shoulders suddenly squared themselves as he faced his father, a man he knew as Dad, but whom he never really knew. He knew him as the man who gave the orders, made the decisions, and who meted out the punishment when you failed to obey his orders or do as he expected. Other than that, he was a stranger.

“Why?”

Kerry’s father stared back into his son’s eyes, seeing the defiance, and seeing the pain as well. He wanted to grab him and hold him close, but that wasn’t how men did it, or did they? Maybe all these years he had really missed out on knowing his children. Maybe he should have paid less attention to his standing and more to knowing his children. Was it too late with Kerry? His eyes softened, and he reached out, his two arms extended now onto Kerry’s shoulders, as his mind raced ahead. Well, damn the consequences, this was his kid, and he wasn’t about to let him stand alone.

“Okay, I guess you deserve to know. The sheriff is considering charges against Mike…”

“WHAT? WHY?… Dad, you can’t let him…”

“Settle down, Kerry.”

“YOU CAN’T LET HIM, YOU HAVE TO STOP HIM!…”

“SETTLE DOWN, KERRY WILLIAM.”

Kerry stopped his next outburst at the use of his middle name. It was amazing how when a parent called you by your full name it brought you up. He could feel his father’s arms on his shoulders tighten their grip and it was like he was into two vises. One on his shoulders, pinning him down, making him face his worst fears, another wrapped around his heart as the words kept ringing in his ears, tightening their grip on his heart.

“Yes, Sir,” was all he managed to say.

Kerry’s dad could feel the fight leave his son. His fingers could feel the fear inside his son and, acting on instinct, he drew his son into his body, releasing his iron grip on the shoulders, now wrapping his arms

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around the trembling body of his son.

Kerry was stunned, first by his father’s words, and now by the sudden affection being shown him. His tired mind couldn’t handle it, and as his head rested on his dad’s shoulder, the tears came flooding out. He couldn’t stop and yet the trembling started to ease, as his father’s arms hugged him tightly. Soft words of encouragement flowed into his head, as his father whispered to him that it would be all right. Telling him to let go, that he was there, and so Kerry did; he cried.

All those years of keeping everything bottled up came exploding out in that brief embrace. All those times when he had been told that men don’t cry or show their feelings were washed away by the flood of tears as his father held him tight to his bosom. It seemed like years of pent up pain came washing out, and his body trembled slightly, but finally Kerry managed to regain control. He could feel the wetness of his tears on his father’s expensive suit jacket and he raised his head to apologize when he got another shock. Small tears were rolling down his father’s cheeks as he looked down onto his son.

They looked into each other’s eyes, mirrors of each other, and he saw something he never saw before, he saw a deep love and affection for himself in his father’s eyes. His heart ached from the pain of his situation, but it felt somewhat lighter knowing that his father was here, holding him.

It took a few minutes longer before Kerry was able to speak, and

all that time, his father kept him close to himself. The strength of those

arms helped, and finally he was able to stand straight and talk.

“Better, Kerry?” his father asked quietly.

“Yes.”

“Good, now tell me the truth… just how close are you and this Mike?”

Kerry still didn’t know how to answer his dad. He couldn’t come out and say they were lovers and had talked about going to Oregon together, but the idea of telling his dad that didn’t frighten him as much as it did earlier. Something had changed between them, he couldn’t understand it just yet, but they seemed to have suddenly bonded, it was as if their two spirits had been lost to the other but now had found each other.

“Well… I guess you could say we are really close.”

William Randall Landry stared at his son. His heart knew that there was much more to this brief statement, and he wished he hadn’t missed out on all that Kerry was becoming.

It obviously was too late for his older brothers, but was it too late with Kerry? He couldn’t let it be, not now, and for the first time in his 55 years he felt regret at his life. Well, recriminations weren’t going to help him, and he squared himself as he faced his son; his hard face

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softened as he saw the desperate need in those blue eyes.

“I gather there is much more to this relationship than you are willing to tell me, Kerry… sshh, don’t interrupt me. Now, first of all, you know my position in this community… now don’t get all hot and bothered… it is that position that might, might, I say… be able to be of use to your friend, but…”

“But what, Dad?”

“Don’t interrupt me, Kerry… look, son, I know you and I haven’t ever really connected, but I am your father and no matter what you are my son… so… so I think you need to level with me, and tell me just what kind of friends are you and Mike.”

Kerry stared at his father. For the first time in his memory, he could see his father stammer as if not knowing what to say,, and that was very unusual.. But, he also saw something else, he saw a man reaching out for him, and he could feel the love in the words and in the figure standing before him. It was like Mike had said to him, while around the fire: you never know with parents, sometimes they can surprise the shit out of you. Well, he was certainly right on here. Kerry looked up to his father, saw the eyes still locked onto his face, still waiting, but patiently, for his answer.

“I love him, Dad,” was out of his mouth before he could even think about it. He watched the figure before him, seeing the words strike home, seeing a sudden jolt of pain in the eyes, and then, instead

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of more pain, he saw something else in the eyes. He didn’t see disgust or anger, instead he saw a depth of understanding and he couldn’t hold it any longer, he leapt forward once more to let his father hold him.

The words didn’t hurt as much as he thought they would. William felt a brief tug at his heart, and then he felt an overpowering need to hold his son. Suddenly his wish was granted as Kerry flung himself into his waiting arms. If Grandfather Landry had still been alive he would have had a heart attack at the revelation, or would he? Well, now at least William knew, and now he had to deal with it.

“So, it’s that deep, is it?”

“Yes Dad, I can’t explain it… I don’t know the words… it… well, it’s… like we are… no, I mean it isn’t like, it is meant to be…  we just have this deep feeling…”

“I can see, I think I can even understand it… Kerry… does he feel the same?”

“Oh YES… yes, he does, Dad, but ya see…  well, he’s the only one in charge… his dad… well…”

“I know about his dad, Kerry…”

“You do?”

“Yes, I guess most everyone in town does.”

“Then why? I mean, if everyone knows about him… why hasn’t anyone done anything before about him?”

William looked at his son, pride swelling in his heart at the words of his boy, shame at what the answers were. How do you tell your son that it simply was easier to ignore the problem than deal with it, for fear of opening your own personal hell up for everyone to examine? How do you explain it?

“I can’t give you an answer to that one, Kerry, and right now I guess it really doesn’t matter… what matters is how are we going to help your friend.”

“We… you mean you’ll help him, Dad?”

With a simple word, William Randall Landry had managed to take on a whole new position in life. For the first time he felt like he was his son’s hero, and while he had worn many hats in his lifetime, important hats too, this one felt the best. Damn, if only he had realized just how good you could feel by being your son’s hero, he might have had many such feelings a lot earlier on in life. Well, at least it wasn’t too late for the other kids, or for Kerry, and, well, maybe not even for his older siblings, too. It was like being reborn, this feeling of fatherhood. He smiled as his son hugged him, and even though he knew he was about to put his entire career and standing in harm’s way, he wouldn’t trade it for anything on earth. Hell, if it meant he would lose the senate nomination, so be it. His own father might not of approved, but somehow he just knew Great Grandpa Landry would.

“Okay, enough of this, Kerry. I have work to do if you want me to help your friend.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Okay, son… now I want you to go home… don’t argue. Go home and wait for my phone call. I’ll work this out.”

“Dad… there is something you need to know first… uh…”

“Yes?”

Kerry couldn’t let his Dad go into this blind, and in a sudden rush he explained all about the Coach, Kenny, Trey, and Brett. He told him about how the three were all planning to go to Oregon State and how the Coach had been protecting Mike and Kenny. He talked on and on, even telling his father how he had dreamed of going with Mike to Oregon, how they were going to set up house together, and be together. Kerry couldn’t stop as the words just flooded out. His father was no longer the strange, aloof man who sat at the head of the dinner table; he was his savior and his hope.

As the late afternoon sun beat down onto the hospital parking lot, Kerry told his father everything. His whole dream of being with Mike, of using his college fund so he could join Mike in Oregon. Kerry told him about Kenny, about the way his father had treated them, how the

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Coach knew and used it to get what he wanted, and he told him about the Coach’s visit to the campsite hours before the shooting.

When he finished he looked up to his father’s face. Kerry jumped backwards as he saw the deep anger and hatred in the blue eyes. His dad’s jaw was firmly set, his teeth clenched together, and there was no blue sparkle in the eyes, instead they seemed to have turned to a dark black that even he couldn’t penetrate now. Kerry shivered, feeling he had gone too far, and that, in a moment of abandon, he had ruined his chance to have his father help him.

“Dad… I…”

“Go back to the house, Kerry… NOW… I’ll deal with this, son, you’ve been through enough for now… trust me, Kerry.”

Kerry’s heart pounded in his chest as his father gave his orders. Once again he was back to the commander in chief of the family, but it was different this time. Kerry could feel it, he couldn’t explain it, but he did feel it. He saw the eyes soften as they looked at him, and he knew that his earlier fears were unfounded. His dad was going to help, even after all that he had told him.

“Yes, sir.”

“Kerry… don’t worry, I didn’t spend all this time for nothing, okay? I’ll call you when I have it all worked out, now you take my car home and have your Mother send Richard with the car to wait for me at the office in town, okay?”

“All right, Dad… Dad… thanks.”

He couldn’t answer his son as the tears had welled up in his eyes once more and his throat had shrunk with the strain. He had some serious work to do now, and this time it was for himself, not for the party or some group, it was for his son. He was amazed at how much strength you could get from knowing you were doing the right thing, for your family. William Randall Landry watched with pride as his son drove out of the parking lot. He turned and went back inside to wage his fight, one he was determined to win, not for himself or his reputation, but for his son.

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The echoes wouldn’t stop inside his head. His ears kept hearing them bounce around in the dark of the night. Slowly he heard them change, and the sky was no longer blood red, the loud echoes were no longer pounding, instead he recognized the distant shrill of the telephone. Kerry reached out with one numbed hand to grab the receiver on his father’s desk.

“Hello?” he murmured, sleep still clogging his mind, a dull cotton taste making his voice wooden.

“Kerry? Kerry?” was all he could hear. Slowly his brain registered the sound of his father’s voice, and he sat up in his father’s chair.

“Yes, Dad, it’s me.”

“Good, now listen to me, son… wake up now and listen.”

“I’m awake, is Mike okay?”

“Yes he is, now there isn’t much time…”

“Why… what’s wrong? Tell me…”

“Quiet, Kerry, listen to me!”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good. Now… go get the spare keys from your Mother for my office in town, and then take the car and come to the office. Let yourself in, and come up to my private study on the top floor. Got that, Kerry?”

“Yes, get the keys and drive to your office, go up to the study, but what’s going on… Dad, is… ?”

“Just do as I say, Son… now get a move on, you don’t have much time.”

Kerry hung up without another word. He raced upstairs to wake his mother and before she could even understand what was going on, he was out the door and starting his father’s car.

He was fully awake as he drove down the highway into town. Kerry could feel his heart beating, threatening to burst from his chest with the anxiety of it all. His father had been too cryptic; he knew that something was wrong. He had the car at 100 when he almost lost control going around a curve in the road, and he reluctantly slowed down. There was no sense in killing himself, not until he at least found out what had gone wrong. Maybe he was wrong to have let his father handle this, he should have stayed at the hospital, should have demanded to know what was happening, but then he knew he couldn’t do that. He remembered the way his father looked, the look of his eyes, and he settled down and he prayed.

What seemed like an eternity ended as he drove up to the office building where his dad had his suite of offices. It was an imposing building for a small town, which was why his grandfather had built it. Now the family business was housed here, and it was from here that his dad managed the business and his political aspirations.

Kerry’s fingers drummed on the elevator handles as he waited for it to deposit him up on the top floor. Thoughts of failure and of Mike in a jail cell flashed through his mind as the door finally opened onto the plush office floor. The thick carpet hushed his quick steps as he made his way to the study, where he opened the door. His heart expected to be confronted with his father; instead he opened the door to see a tall figure by his dad’s desk.

As the door opened wider, the shadowed figure turned around and Kerry saw Mike’s face before him. He didn’t understand, and he didn’t

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care as he threw the keys down and rushed into Mike’s arms. Holding him close, he hugged him and kissed him on the cheek, the ears, the neck, and the lips.

A persistent cough stopped him and he turned to see his dad standing behind the door.

“Dad!… I…”

“I know son… well, I am going to be in the outer office… you two have about 2 hours… don’t waste it.”

With those words William walked out, softly closing and locking his study door. Small tears, unseen by Kerry, were rolling down his cheeks as he went into his outer office where two state troopers sat drinking coffee.

“Mike… God, I can’t believe it… you’re here… and…”

“Yeah… I know, Kerr… God, I owe your dad big time…”

“What’s happening… How’s Kenny, Mike?”

Mike sat down on the desktop, his face no longer lit up, as he thought about his little brother. Tears of joy no longer flowed from his face, instead small drops born in pain rolled out from the corners of his eyes. He looked at Kerry and smiled a soft smile, his heart aching. Mike watched as Kerry came closer, sitting next to him now on the large oak desk.

“He’s doing as well as expected, Kerry… the doctors think he’ll make it… they are transferring him to the trauma center in the city. He’s still in danger, but… well, they figure they can better help him there… your dad’s arranged it all… the plane is taking him soon and I’m going with him.”

“To the city?”

“Yeah, and then, well, uh…”

“What?… you aren’t coming back to here, are you Mike?”

“No, Kerry, I am not.”

Kerry reached out to hold onto Mike’s hand. He squeezed it and felt Mike’s hand grip him back. Well, he knew that this would happen, but he had hoped it wouldn’t, at least not so soon.

“Mike, I want to come with you.”

“I know.”

“Well?”

“Look, I don’t know what’s going to happen… I mean, the sheriff was talking about charging me…”

“For what? You didn’t do anything…”

“Let me finish?… I said he was thinking of it, but your dad got that squashed, he isn’t going to charge me… but I can’t stay here anymore.”

“I know… but, Mike…”

“Look, I have Kenny to deal with, Kerry… it isn’t going to be easy, getting him through this and, well, he isn’t going to be free of hospitals

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for a long time to come… His face, man… Oh God, his face…”

Kerry reached across and pulled Mike into his body. He felt Mike’s head rest on his shoulder and the tears wet his shirt. Mike’s body trembled as Kerry held him, and as his father comforted him earlier, he now comforted Mike.

“Come on, Mike, let’s go sit over on the couch.”
Mike managed to regain some control and together they walked to

the couch and sat together, Mike resting his head on Kerry’s shoulder. “The scholarship’s gone, Kerry…” “You’ll get another one elsewhere, Mike… after you get Kenny

feeling better… You’ll see.” “No, you don’t understand, Kerry… The scholarship is gone but

I am still going, but not to Oregon.” “Huh? Well… I don’t get it.” “Your dad, he pulled some strings for me… he’s the one who

canceled the scholarship there.” “WHAT? Look, I’ll talk to him, Mike, please…” “Cool it, Kerr… it’s okay… honest.” “But…” “Look, just cool it, okay? Let me explain, if I can.” “Yeah, but I mean…” “I am not sure of this either, so… just let me tell it, okay?” “All right.”

Mike leaned back into the long leather couch. His eyes closed as he gathered his thoughts. It was amazing how things changed. He never figured that Kerry’s dad would ever talk to him, let alone be the one to change his whole life from shit to pure clover. When Kerry’s dad had walked into that hospital room, he thought for sure that he would be spending the next few years in jail, at least the way the sheriff had been talking earlier. Now, well, now he had his life back.

With Kerry’s hand still in his, he started to talk.
“Your dad is sure one great guy, Kerry, you should have seen him.”
“My dad?”
“Yeah, the way he came into that hospital room, it was like a scene

from Perry Mason… he just started giving orders, and the sheriff, man, he almost fell through the fucking floor the way your old man spoke to him. It was a sight.”

“What happened?”

“I’m still not really sure… except that he got the sheriff to take the handcuffs off and then they went outside. Next thing I knew, Kenny was up at ICU with a private nurse and the docs were all in a huddle with your old man… then they told me that Kenny was going to be flown into the city to the trauma unit there, and that I was to go home with the troopers…”

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“Troopers?”
“Yeah, the state troopers showed up.”
“But why the state troopers?”
“Your dad got them there.”
“My dad?… why?”
“I still don’t know, except they escorted me home, helped me pack

up all of my clothes and Kenny’s and then brought me back to the hospital… then they took me up to some private office where your Dad was.”

“Mike, you’re freaking me out… what is going on?”
“I’m trying to tell you… it is just… well I am still in a daze about

it all… I mean this is like a gift from heaven, Kerry.” “I don’t understand…” “Your dad was alone in that office. He told me, well, not told me…

he sort of did… shit, what he said was he needed some answers and,

well…” “Answers? What kind of answers?” Mike leaned forward, one hand on Kerry’s knee as he looked into

his eyes. Mike reached across and lightly kissed Kerry on the lips. “Will you shut up and let me tell you?” Kerry was surprised by the soft kiss, it made him tingle all over and

the lilting voice of Mike calmed his fears. His mind seemed to be in a fog, trying to digest all that was going on. “Okay.”

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“Good.

“Now let me see… oh yeah, your dad can sure be freaky. He said he needed some answers, and that I had to be honest with him if I expected him to help me, so what else could I do? I had nothing left to lose. Anyway, I thought he was going to ask me about the shooting and all, instead he sat down, stared straight at me and asked me if I loved you.”

“WHAT?”
“Yeah, totally fucked me up, I must of stammered for an hour

before telling him.” “But what did you say?” “DUH, what the fuck do you think? Now shut up, Kerry… anyway

I told him yes, then he wanted to know all about my dad, his drinking and stuff, and then he wanted to know about the coach and me… You sure must have spilled your guts, Kerry.”

“I’m sorry, Mike, I…”

“It’s okay, Kerry… I am glad you did, otherwise he might not have been so willing to help Anyway, he’s arranged for me to take Kenny into the city for some treatment, then, when Kenny’s able, he’s arranged for him to be transferred to a hospital up in Canada.”

“Canada?”

“Yeah, they got some pretty cool places up there, some city on the West Coast, place called Vancouver… anyway, he’s gotten me a scholarship at some university there, for this coming year, to play football.”

“What? In Vancouver?”

“Uh huh… He figures it’s best if I am out of the U.S.A. for the year, while Kenny gets better and while things are looked after here.”

“Here? What things?”

“He wouldn’t tell me, Kerry, but somehow I don’t think I want to be here… the look in his eyes when he said that, Kerry, it scared the shit out of me… your old man is one nasty dude, guy.”

“Huh?”

“Kerry… it’s safer I think not to ask what he meant… I just nodded and accepted. Besides, he said you’d be able to come and visit… if I wanted, that is.”

What… visit?… What did you say?”

Mike laughed at that, especially as he saw the hopeful expression written all over Kerry’s face.

“What the fuck do you think? I told him no way? Fuck, you are priceless…”

Kerry smiled for the first time in what seemed an eternity. He punched Mike lightly on the arm, letting his hand stay resting on the warm shoulder.

“Kerry…”

“Yes, Mike… ?”

Mike looked at Kerry, seeing so much and yet not seeing it all. He saw a tall blond who had held his waist on the ride home from school only a short time ago, he saw a warm heart that had reached out wanting him, and he saw that there was still much more to find out.

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“I Love You.”

Kerry heard the words, saw the longing in Mike’s eyes and his body shook with the nearness of Mike. Slowly, he got up off the couch and went to the study door, where he tested it, making sure that it was locked. He checked the inner door, finding it locked as well. Kerry then turned to Mike, who sat leaning back on the couch, his eyes following every movement that Kerry made.

He walked slowly up to the couch, and with each step forward, he unbuttoned one button on his shirt. When Kerry reached the couch, to stand in front of Mike, his shirt lay open. He pushed Mike’s legs apart, standing now between the two legs, and then he carefully removed his shirt, letting it fall to the soft carpet behind him.

Mike watched the slow movements of Kerry’s hands, the way he wrapped each finger carefully around his shirt, then ever so slowly opened his arms up, pushing the shirt wide open, until it started to fall off his shoulders, then down his back, then onto the carpet. Mike’s whole body trembled with excitement as he watched the hands come back together now, then rest on the hips. He saw Kerry raise one leg, bringing it up to the couch, placing his foot just in front of his groin.

Kerry looked down at Mike, a soft smile curled around his mouth. He willed Mike to follow suit, and he saw Mike lean forward, his hands gently holding his foot and gripping the boot. He pulled his foot back, feeling the tug, then his foot slowly slipped out of the boot. He watched as Mike carefully put the boot off to one side, letting it softly fall to the floor. Kerry then put his foot back up, so that Mike could remove his sock. As Kerry raised his foot slightly, to let the sock be pulled off, Mike held the foot in one hand, bringing it upward more and, with the lightest touch, his lips touched the top of Kerry’s foot.

It was like being hit by lightning. Kerry’s whole body shook as the lips barely touched his skin. His face registered the intensity of the touch, but he kept his balance. He repeated the process with his other foot, and just as before, as Mike removed the sock, he raised the foot higher, lightly kissing it, then letting it fall back to the couch, where Kerry then placed it back on the floor.

Kerry could feel sparks flying between his eyes and those of Mike. Every sinew of his body was starting to ache as he slowly moved his hands down to the front of his faded blue jeans. Carefully they pushed the pants down until they hung up on his hips. His cock was clearly visible to Mike, and Kerry licked his lips once, as he moved one hand to his pants button.

He watched Mike’s face, saw the way his eyes were centered right onto his crotch. He could see Mike’s chest heaving now, and he could even feel Mike’s heart beating in his own mind as first one finger, then another gripped the fabric of the waist band. Carefully he tugged at it, letting the jeans slide over the brass colored button. The soft pop was followed by a steady raspy sound as his hand undid the zipper, opening his pants to the gazing eyes of Mike.

Mike watched as the silver zipper teeth appeared before him. He saw a light patch of hair appear as the zipper finally reached its end, at the bottom of the pant opening. Kerry had no underwear on, and he could see the pubic hairs bristling as the hands slowly opened the pants wider, exposing more with each slow tug.

With the pants wide open, Kerry slowly brought his two hands up the open front, until they reached the top of the pants, where they then spread the waist band wide open, and slowly gravity took over. As Kerry

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stood there, his hands now at his sides, the pants started to slide down, past his hips, and as they slid past his thighs, his hard throbbing penis burst out, to stick straight out from his body, aimed squarely at Mike’s face.

Mike gasped as the huge cock popped out of the pants, its single eye winking at him, small teardrops falling to the carpet as Kerry’s pants fell to his ankles. He could feel his own cock lurch forward inside his pants, as Kerry stood before him, naked and hard. He couldn’t help himself as a small groan escaped his mouth.

Kerry felt his jeans at his ankles, and carefully he stepped out of one leg, then the other, to stand closer now to Mike, totally naked. The front of his legs rested now against the cold leather of the couch, while the sides of his legs pushed against the hot pant legs of Mike. He looked down at Mike, seeing his eyes glaze over, and he heard a soft groan from those luscious red lips. Slowly he leaned forward now, his knees on the leather, then he leaned his upper body forward, his chest now pressing closer to Mike’s face.

Kerry could feel his heart racing inside his chest, and then suddenly he felt like he was on fire as his chest lightly touched Mike’s face. He moved his upper body across the soft face, feeling the dry lips until one of his nipples was resting on the lips. He pushed in slightly now, and Mike responded.

Mike couldn’t believe it. He could feel Kerry’s knees pushing up against his inner thighs and his eyes seemed to be growing larger as Kerry’s solid white chest came closer to him. He could feel the body heat; feel the desire as the chest touched his parched lips. He didn’t dare breath, or move. Slowly the soft skin brushed his lips, the tiny blond hairs tickling his nose, as Kerry continued to slide his chest across his mouth. Each movement send waves of electricity through his body, and he could feel his own hard cock jerking inside his jeans. His balls were aching and his heart was pounding fast and furious.

Kerry’s nipple now poked at his lips, and he couldn’t hold on any longer. Mike opened his mouth, his lips pushing up and down on the hot skin, the solid nipple swept into the eager opening..

As he gulped in a deep breath, his tongue flicked outwards, touching the hot nipple, and then whirling around the hard firm flesh. He could feel Kerry’s body shake and tremble with his tongue’s touch.

Mike couldn’t stand it. He reached up with his arms to hold Kerry’s naked body. His fingers reached around the slender waist, pulling it inwards to his own body. He felt the hard cock strike his stomach, as he brought Kerry’s body into his. His mouth felt the nipple quickly pass beyond its reach, as Kerry’s chest rose upwards.

As Mike’s fingers wrapped around his firm ass cheeks, bringing them up into his body, Kerry’s legs moved in closer. His knees now had

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pushed Mike’s legs wide open, stretching them as wide as possible. Each knee was firmly planted against Mike’s inner thighs, and Kerry leaned forward now. His two hands rested heavily on Mike’s shoulders, raising his lower body upwards. His hard throbbing cock was slowly being pushed up, against Mike’s shirt, dead center, rubbing against each button as it moved up.

Mike’s tongue kept licking at the hot flesh passing before it, and suddenly he felt the light brush of tiny hairs. He breathed in deeply, smelling Kerry’s own scent, and his blood started to race. He could feel Kerry’s heart increase its pounding, his own matching it. Now he felt light headed, his eyes closed as the soft pubic hairs raced past his mouth, past his nose, and then he felt, under his chin, the hot flesh of Kerry’s thick penis.

He leaned back into the leather couch as Kerry raised his body more; a solid, hard, hot piece of his body now came upwards past Mike’s chin, where his tongue waited. Mike felt Kerry pull his hips backwards, in order to bring the penis up along his chin, the tip of it sliding upwards. Mike could feel the warm pre-cum on the cock tip, as it moved up his chin, and now it was near his lips, and he started to hyperventilate as he waited for that cock to reach his expectant mouth.

Suddenly it was there, the hot dripping penis was resting lightly on his lips. He could feel the sticky pre-cum against his dry lips and he slowly opened his mouth, and as he did, Mike felt Kerry push forward, sending the huge cock straight forward, right into the opening of his mouth. He could feel it press against his lips, pushing them apart, wider and wider, forcing his jaw to open fully. He was having trouble breathing as the hot cock entered his mouth slowly but steadily.

Mike’s hands reached towards each other. His fingers barely touched each other as they wrapped themselves around Kerry’s ass cheeks, digging now into the warm flesh of his cheeks, reaching to grip deep inside his ass crack, then pulling them back, spreading Kerry’s cheeks and letting the cool air flow inwards.

As his ass spread open, Kerry pushed forward, sending his huge throbbing penis deep into Mike’s eager mouth. He could feel it strike against the back of Mike’s throat, and his balls shot upwards to his throbbing member. Kerry shook with the jolt, and he almost passed out. His eyes closed shut tightly as flashes of a brilliant blue and a deep purple flared before him. He sank his hips forward, grinding them hard into Mike’s face, and as his pubic hairs dug into the soft face; his whole body shook again and again.

Hot gobs of white cream came pouring out of Kerry’s pulsing penis, and Mike started to choke, briefly, as the unexpected flood of cum went sliding down the back of his throat. He struggled to regain control of his muscles, swallowing hard several times before his body

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responded. He could taste the hot milk deep inside him, his whole body ached from the sudden outpouring and his brain was blinded by harsh brilliant green flashes of light. He felt his hands pulling the hot body in front of him, pulling it in even further, and forcing the wildly jerking penis even deeper into his throat. Waves of hot cum flooded his mouth, and a steady stream of white cream ran out of the corners of his mouth, down his chin and onto his heaving chest.

Slowly the torrential rain of cum subsided and the two bodies started to slowly relax. Kerry slowly pulled his softening penis out of the flooded mouth. He leaned back, his knees perched on the couch, his legs still between Mikes’s, and he looked down at Mike, seeing the man he loved, seeing his own cum still dripping from Mike’s mouth.

Kerry slid down, his knees now resting on the carpet, and he was face to face with Mike. He bent forward, kissed him lightly, then with a deeper passion as his mind continued to reel. His tongue forced open Mike’s mouth, and it rushed inside, tasting his own cum inside. He licked it and then he started to kiss Mike’s face, licking the chin, tasting more of his own drying cum with each flick of his tongue. His hands now rested on Mike’s hips, and the ache in his body was still there. Kerry could feel the heat coming from Mike’s crotch and he pushed himself back, letting his passion cool briefly as Mike slowly regained his breath.

Time had been standing still, or so it seemed. No words had passed between them, not since Kerry started this love making session. They looked into each other’s eyes, as their breathing slowly returned to normal. It was like telepathy, as they just kept their eyes locked onto each other. Two souls communicated without words or signs.

Kerry reached out, his hands rested briefly on Mike’s hands, then they moved to Mike’s waist. He slowly started to open up Mike’s pants, and as he did Mike’s hands gently tousled Kerry’s hair, then reached up to undo his own shirt. No matter what the rest of their bodies or limbs were doing, their eyes remained locked together. Smoldering messages of love seemed to pass back and forth as Kerry undid the pants button, then the zipper. He reached down, to pull Mike’s boots and socks off, tossing them gently to the side of Mike’s spread legs, his own body still wedged between the long legs.

Mike had his shirt undone as his last sock came free from his foot. He reached back to push the shirt off, and it pulled free, draped over and behind his shoulder. As it fell below his shoulder, Kerry raised Mike’s body upwards, pushing him back against the couch, and he then quickly pulled the jeans off of Mike’s body, so they now rested just above his knees. Kerry could see the bobbing cock contained in the tightly stretched jockey shorts as he stopped to look back into Mike’s eyes. He saw the pleading look and, as he continued to gaze into them,

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his hands slowly pulled down on Mike’s jeans, bringing them down to his ankles, where Mike was able to step out of them.

Kerry then ran his hands slowly up Mike’s legs, feeling the tiny bristles of hair along the back and sides of the long muscular legs. His soft touch made Mike shiver with anticipation as his hands moved slowly up and down the legs. Kerry could feel the strong sinews coil inside the legs, feel them tense as his hands rubbed them slowly.

He rested his head on one of Mike’s thighs, as his hands explored and gently caressed the strong athletic legs. He could feel every hair on them, every bump and every twitch as his eyes continued their long gaze upwards towards Mike’s face. He was drinking in every pore, every tiny hair, and every precious facial feature as if to imprint the image on his mind.

Mike’s breathing was once again becoming labored as Kerry massaged his legs. He couldn’t understand the way his body was reacting to Kerry’s gentle touch. It was totally beyond his control, and beyond Kerry’s as well. Both of their bodies were acting in unison, separate from their own minds. Waves of pleasure coursed through each body, together, as if they were one. Thoughts and hopes passed between the two hearts as if they were one single chamber. Nothing escaped their souls, as Kerry’s hands now moved upwards, gently feeling the strong upper legs, feeling the blood rushing through every vein, every artery. His hands could feel the pulse, and it only increased the ache in his loins.

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Kerry’s fingers stretched out, gently touching the thin fabric of Mike’s underwear. His fingers gently played around the leg openings, touching the fine hair matted down, and slowly they pushed inside, feeling the heat that was Mike. As if he had spoken the words, Mike could feel Kerry run his hand up to his waist, gently tracing around the waistband, feeling the taut stomach muscles, and feeling the constricted muscles, as they seemed to hold his breath inside.

Mike could feel his body raise itself, once again forcing him back against the now hot leather of the couch. He could feel the soft cotton fabric of his briefs slip off his behind, a sudden draft of air-cooling his sweat-stained bottom. He could feel the fabric gently brushing past the hair on his legs and he glanced one more time downwards. His eyes drank in the vision of Kerry watching his underwear slide off his legs.

Kerry glanced upwards as the underwear lay crumpled on the soft plush carpet. He saw Mike’s eyes dancing in the glow of the desk lamp, and then they closed as Mike’s head leaned backwards against the wall. With his own legs now spread open, wrapped around Mike’s hot legs, he started to climb back up the hot body that only minutes earlier had held him.

He could see the small nose hairs blowing with each breath that Mike took, as Kerry kept his face locked onto Mike’s. He saw that Mike had spread his arms up and over onto the top of the couch, as he pushed himself upwards, Kerry’s legs firmly pushing Mike’s inwards, squeezing him. As he moved up, he could see that Mike’s enormous cock was standing up straight, the balls now resting on Mike’s own lap, as he straddled the legs just above the knees. His face was almost level with Mike’s, and he could feel Mike’s hot breath against his face.

Kerry sat now on Mike’s lap; his penis, once again hard, rested against the flat of Mike’s stomach. Mike slid his butt downwards, and as he did, his knees pushed Kerry’s leg’s wider, and Mike’s rock solid penis now rested firmly against Kerry’s warm soft ass cheeks. For one brief second, their eyes once again made contact, and the soft ticking of a clock was all that could be heard inside the room, as souls once again joined into one.

Mike let one hand fall to his side, and over to his hard throbbing penis. It ached from its patience, and Mike’s body trembled with eager anticipation. Kerry slowly raised his hips, letting Mike guide his thick throbbing penis to fall under Kerry’s raised hips, the tip now glistening with its pre cum. Kerry rested his hands on top of the couch, his face now looking down at Mike’s upraised face.

They stayed there, in that position for minutes, as sparks passed between them; each pair of eyes eagerly taking the scene into account, each pair of eyes clearly recording every motion, every sway of the flesh, each bead of sweat. A clear image was carefully being recorded, stamped indelibly on each separate brain. Kerry slowly lowered his quivering ass cheeks, feeling the thick hot cock push open the cheeks, spreading him wide, as his body lowered itself onto the hot tool.

Mike held his breath as he saw Kerry lower himself, feeling his muscles all coiled up inside him. His legs were stretched taut against Kerry’s equally hard inner thigh muscles. Just as his throbbing cock head touched the soft pink ass hole of Kerry, Mike’s body shuddered. His hand, guiding his dick, shook in a spasm and he had no control as Kerry’s body engulfed his. Kerry’s washboard stomach now pushed against Mike’s sagging chest, as his ass rested on the tip of Mike’s hard pulsating penis. Mike looked up, his eyes barely open as he saw long strands of Kerry’s blond hair fall forward, gently blowing around Kerry’s soft face. He saw the love he had for Kerry reflected in Kerry’s eyes and, as his eyes closed, he could feel a deep penetrating heat flow throughout his entire body.

Mike’s thick throbbing penis jerked once, then it felt a strong pressure around the head, felt a strong muscle grip the huge cock in its jaw, and then with an increasing tightness and warmth, slowly envelop the long quivering penis. Slowly Kerry’s asshole closed over the cock, taking it slowly deep inside him, pushing aside the wire tight muscle,

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stretching the silky smooth lining, as it moved inwards and upwards. Kerry let out a small moan as the huge cock entered his body, and despite the increasing ache in his groin, he kept his body slowly moving, even though he wanted to push down faster. Finally his ass could go no further, his hands now gripped the couch, his fingers digging deep into the rich leather covering as sweat poured from his forehead, down onto Mike’s body beneath him.

Kerry had it inside him, the whole long thick cock, and he moved his hips from side to side as he kept pushing down, forcing Mike’s body into the leather couch even more. The springs squeaked as the pressure increased, and his heart started to beat louder and faster. As he started to release his pressure and slide upwards, he felt a warm wetness on his chest, between his nipples, and he knew that Mike’s tongue was licking his chest hairs.

Mike could feel his blood rushing from his legs and his arms towards his groin. His whole body was quivering under the slow and wonderful ride into Kerry’s body. There wasn’t any thought of time or of anything else, all his mind could feel was an immense feeling of love as his penis penetrated deep into the warmth of Kerry’s asshole. He trembled and his head ached, flashing lights danced before his closed eyes, his heart no longer pounded in his ears, a still silent roar of absolute silence filled his being, as his blood drained from his body, all of it rushing headlong towards his throbbing penis, deep inside Kerry.

Kerry could feel nothing but fullness inside his body. He felt the roar of Mike’s blood draining from his body towards the penis buried in his asshole, and he started to twist on the thick pole. His body swayed and his heart beat faster, as the thick penis filled his insides. There was no stopping now; his own penis, already spent, jerked hard against the wet stomach of Mike, sending more of his cum against the hard body.

His balls were aching from overwork; they spilled their wonderful load of milk once again, against Mike’s flat stomach muscles, coating his belly in the white sticky cream. Mike could feel the warm moist drops against his body, and somewhere in his mind it registered that Kerry was once again shooting his load.

Suddenly, his whole body seemed to arch upwards His hands, somehow clamped around the thin waist of Kerry, now pulled the body down with amazing strength, forcing Kerry’s solid frame down while his own muscled body shot upwards. As the two bodies collided, every muscle in Mike’s body uncoiled and sprang upwards, sending a tremendous amount of pressure up, sending his wild jerking penis further into the softness of Kerry’s insides.

As the two bodies crashed together, grinding into each other, Mike’s penis grew even larger, as it filled with blood from every part of his body. The collision joined the two bodies, and Mike’s cock started

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to vibrate inside Kerry’s soft stretched insides. Kerry could feel it touch him deep inside, and he squeezed his legs, trying to suck the throbbing penis further into his body. In unison, the two boys cried out a loud moan, and the sound bounced around the silent study, past the stoic portraits of Kerry’s lineage. They were the silent witnesses to Mike and Kerry’s union, as his penis erupted as it touched deep inside Kerry.

Hot cream came flooding out of the shaking penis, heating up the already hot innards of Kerry. He could feel the cock shudder, feel the blood rushing in and out of the huge throbbing shaft, and now he could feel the warm milk pouring inside him. Kerry felt complete now, ready for whatever tough choices he would have to make soon. His body trembled as the hot penis flooded his insides. Like a sudden monsoon, Mike’s penis emptied itself time and time again of its white hot sweet cream. Kerry’s insides couldn’t hold Mike’s milk inside for long, and slowly Kerry could feel the hot liquid run back down his velvet chute, back down the still quivering shaft of Mike’s penis, lodged deep inside him. Slowly he could feel the liquid drip out of his asshole, down onto Mike’s crotch, and down his groin.

Kerry’s strength started to ebb as the final spurt of cum dribbled out of Mike’s cock. His body sagged now, his arms felt like rubber as their strength left, and he sank downwards, his body resting heavily on top of Mike’s spent body. Together the two hard young bodies shook as their love making slowly ended. Mike’s arms lay draped over Kerry’s back and as his penis started to soften, and slide downwards and out of Kerry, his whole body continued to shake. Kerry couldn’t hold himself up any longer, and grudgingly, his body slid down Mike’s lap, his legs stretched out as Mike’s penis finally left the warmth of Kerry’s drenched hole. Cooled cum still dripped from the now closing hole, moistening further the insides of Kerry’s ass cheeks.

Kerry’s body lay sprawled on the plush carpet; his head lay resting between Mike’s still twitching legs. Their breathing was still rather shallow and quick, but gradually, as their lungs filled with air, the harsh rasps for air subsided. One of Mike’s hands lay on top of Kerry’s head, the tremble still there, but slowly it too was lessening.

Time gradually returned to normal for Mike and Kerry. A persistent but soft knocking intruded on their solitude and they knew their time together had drawn to an end. Kerry wanted to shout at the person knocking, telling them to leave him and Mike alone, but he knew he had no choice. His love was leaving; he had no idea when or how, but they would be united again, just as they had joined what seemed only seconds earlier.

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