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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Stephen Jordan
For a moment, we're both frozen solid. I think both of us are holding our breath.
There's that cough again.
I yank my boner out of Rex and pull up my jeans. He grabs his cum-stained shirt, stumbles as he comes upright and places it in front of his groin.
We're now standing and turn around slowly at the same time.
Our families are standing there displaying varied degrees of revulsion and disgust on their shocked faces.
There are no words. All you can hear is the snorting of the horses and the birds chirping outside.
"So. What do we have here, boys?" My dad is the first to speak, with bile in his voice.
He's trying desperately to contain his rage...and the urge to vomit.
"Uhmm... I can explain..."
"Really?!" Rex's mother gasps.
"I think you guys need to go clean up, and we'll all meet in the living room. Say, fifteen minutes." That's not a question but an order from my dad.
The family turns around while Kaitlin comes over to me, stands on her toes and whispers coldly in my ear. "You don't fuck family, do you? Evidently, cuz. You're a filthy freak!"
"Come on, Katy!" her mom yells after her.
I turn to Rex. "Shit!"
"You can say that again, buddy." Looking worn out he seems oddly upbeat. He really liked it. In any case, I think we're more than just buddies now.
He confirms my assumptions... "Look, we'll deal with it. Regardless of everything, that's the best fuck I've ever had in my life and so totally worth the drama we're about to face." With that he starts walking slowly up to the main house.
I, on the other hand, am not so sure.
I follow him and we go to my room. He showers first, and I hand him some of my clothes to wear. It had to be shorts because most of my trousers would look stupid on him. My stomach is in knots and my heart's in a vice grip. What the hell are they going to say or do to us? I have to remind myself that I'm an adult now.
After I've showered and dressed, we both take a deep breath and head downstairs. We arrive and are greeted by loud, bellowing voices coming from the living room. When we enter, they stop.
We stop just short of the doorway.
"Take a seat, boys," my dad barks.
We both sit down on the divan, opposite our parents, who are seated on the other chesterfield and divan. Charlie and Kaitlin are standing behind their respective parents, forming two little tableaus.
"The Carlsons and I have been discussing what to do with the two of you. We've come to the decision that you boys need to go to a facility where they help people with afflictions like yours."
"But..."
"This isn't open for discussion. Pastor Samuel is on his way with some congregants. This, we believe, is the best for you both. We wanna do our best to help you guys fight these demonic urges that have entrapped you."
"You can't do that!" I yell at him as I jump up in protest.
"Watch me, son!" He stands and moves towards me.
"I'm an adult and you can't just ship me off somewhere against my will!" I can't believe my defiance, but this is clearly ridiculous!
"You don't have a choice!" He's screaming into my face. Some spit hits my nose.
I want to run but where to? They'll catch up to me. I turn. Rex is shaking behind me. I think it's fear, and his face is pale like he's going to be sick.
We're both in shock.
"Now, go pack your bags, Stephen. Rex, your dad will bring some clothes to the facility for you. Don't bother taking your phones or those pad things because they don't allow that nonsense on the premises."
I back down, for now.
"Where are they taking us?"
"To an upstate, remote location. Only a few of us know where it is. So, no use in warning some of your degenerate city friends to come and help you."
"I don't have any city friends."
"Sure," he replies sarcastically, pointing at Rex.
My mom hasn't said anything since they caught us and averts her gaze. She can't look at me directly. Her eyes are red. She's been crying and my heart bleads for her.
"Mom. Please stop them. They can't do this to us."
She looks down and says nothing.
"Come. Move it along, Stephen. They'll be here soon, and I'm definitely not packing your suitcase for you."
I go up to my room, and Rex follows me.
His mom calls after him to stay in the living room but he ignores her.
"Don't worry, buddy. We'll get out of this, somehow."
I'm not sure I can trust his optimism, and I start packing.
My head is still racing. I'm trying to work out a way for us to get out of this. We're both physically strong men so we can take on our dads easily. But something powerful prevents me from going that route. Is it guilt or reverence? We've already alienated them, maybe for good, but deep down I hope things will work out in the end.
Besides, I've missed the most important aspect of this entire day's events. What the hell am I fighting for? I'm not gay. Maybe this facility will help me get rid of these strange "afflictions" once and for all. Maybe dad is right?
But what if it's not that? Are my parents in fact right this time? If this is such a problem, then why are there so many guys like me who find other men attractive? Granted, the little experience I've had has been weird and messed up, but Rex is a decent guy. He saves lives every day for heaven's sake. It's not like he's a criminal or some evil mastermind.
But it's not natural. It makes no sense.
My bedroom door creaks open softly, and Mr. Carlson walks in.
"Quick," he whispers. "Here are the keys to your pickup, Rex. Take it and get the hell out of here."
"But, Dad..."
"Quickly, son, I told them I needed to take a leak. There's nothing wrong with the two of you, and I'm not agreeing to this Nazi-style camp bullshit. I'm not too happy about my son being gay, but I love you and want you to be happy. You get it?"
Rex nods.
Mr. Carlson looks at me. "Do you love my boy, Stevie?"
"I'm not sure, sir," I reply honestly.
"Doesn't matter. You need to figure these things out for yourselves. Hell, all of us have experimented some time or another. It's your lives and you should make the most of it. Now quickly climb out the window and get out of here. Call me on Saturday morning to let me know you're safe and where you are. You know your mom goes to that stupid dog show on Saturdays. We'll keep in touch like that. Now hurry!"
He pushes the key in Rex's hand, rushes out and closes the door softly behind him. Rex and I look at each other and then spring into action.
I grab my sheets and tie them together. My heart's racing and my hands are trembling. So much so that it takes both of us to do it together. We tie the one end to the bedframe and quietly move the bed to the window.
I grab my cell phone and suitcase, throw the knotted sheets out the window and we both climb down the back of the house. The pantry window faces mine but I'm sure no one is thinking of doing any cooking right now, so we're safe.
It's already dusk. We bend down and run as quietly as we can to the pickup truck. I throw my stuff on the back and we jump in. I see the front door fly open and my dad yelling something before he starts running towards us.
"Start the truck, Rex. Hurry!" I'm screaming at him.
His hands are shaking and he can't get the key into the keyhole.
"Please God! Rex, start the fucking car!" My body is trembling.
My dad is about fifteen feet away when Rex eventually starts the pickup. We speed off, narrowly escaping my father.
As we head down the road, we see lights in the distance from four vehicles driving up the farm road.
"Turn off here!" I yell at him and point to the right where there's a small clump of trees.
He turns sharply right, and a dust cloud swirls around the pickup. We're off the road now and drive towards the fields. Telling him to turn left, so we can head back to the farm road, I don't think they saw us because we haven't switched off our headlights. Luckily, I know the farm very well, so there's no risk of hitting a ditch or a mound on our detour.
My heart is racing as we get back on the road. They're behind us in the distance now, still making their way towards the farmhouse. We don't relax just yet. What if they turn around and come after us? My adrenalin is pumping, and Rex is speeding.
When we hit the main road, we go in the opposite direction of town, driving in a westerly direction. After about twenty minutes, Rex slows down.
"We don't want any traffic cops to stop us now."
I nod in agreement.
When we pass through the second town, we breathe easier. I finally crack up, laughing hysterically. Rex just looks at me as my laughter turns into crying and eventually I'm sobbing.
I'll never see my family again. Without even realizing it, I made that choice.
At the third town we enter, we need to fill up on gas.
"I think we're safe for now. Don't you?" Rex asks.
"Maybe."
"Well it's late and we need to decide what we're going to do next." His jaw is clenched. He's also upset, but has better control over his emotions. He probably has more experience with that, being a paramedic.
I agree and we check into a cheap motel on the outskirts of town. We've already fucked, so there's no awkwardness in sharing a room, but I insist on twin beds. Rex raises both eyebrows.
When we get inside the room, he turns to me. "Why the twin beds?"
"I know we fucked, Rex, and if I must be honest with myself, it was amazing. I'm just not in the mood for it right now, and we both know that this isn't love."
"Ouch." He recoils.
"Come on." I grab his shoulder. "You know I'm right."
"I suppose. But can't we at least try to see where this might be going, Stephen?" He gazes at me with puppy eyes.
"...I think we first need to figure out how we're going to handle the immediate situation, don't you think? I have no family left, and I got no idea where to go from here." I am sure I look the way I feel, like utter shit.
After a moment, Rex says, "You can come stay with me. I still have a job to go back to. You'll have some time to think of what you want to do next or at least find a job while you plan your next move."
I think about it as I tensely inhale. "Ok. Thanks." I pause. "You sure it won't be a problem?"
"Not at all. You don't even have to pay rent. Just fuck me with that big dick of yours now and then and we'll call it even." He winks.
"I'm not a fucking prostitute!" I lose it and shove him hard. He falls backwards onto one of the beds.
"Calm down, buddy! I was just joking about the sex-for-rent shit! God! Don't you have any sense of humor? If you wanna pay rent, go ahead, pay rent! All I'm doing is trying to help you out. I would like to fuck too, that's all. Plain and simple. OK??" He gets back up.
"We'll see about that." I clench and unclench my fists, wanting to punch him now. Inflict some pain on him for what I'm going through. He'd probably fucking like that.
Instead, I take a quick shower and get into bed. Naked, as always. He stared at me when I left the bathroom, but I pretended not to notice. I'm really not in the mood for this tonight. I'm not even sure if I have a mood at all!
Eventually he also has a shower and gets into bed. A short while later, I hear him breathing heavily. It sounds like he's jacking off. I turn away from him. But my cock is hard.
In the morning, we both wake up and get dressed silently. We check-out and go looking for a diner so we can have breakfast. We find one and eat quickly, pay up and start heading out towards the city. It'll be a few hours before we get there. To break the unbearable silence, Rex switches on the radio and I'm grateful we have something to listen to while we're travelling.
After an hour or so, Rex turns to me.
"Was I your first?"
"Willingly, yes." I nod.
I don't want to explain further and thankfully he doesn't ask.
"Have you ever had sex before with a girl?"
"No."
He chuckles. "Shit, buddy. I didn't know that. I can hardly believe it, you being so gorgeous and all."
"Well believe it. Not everything is about looks." I glare at him.
"I'm sorry to tell you but in most cases, to get your foot in the door with anyone or anything, looks are very important. People are drawn to the attractive ones. Of course, once they get to know you, your personality has to be pretty decent too. Otherwise you're labeled a shallow diva or bitch and no one wants to spend time with you."
"That's so superficial." I snort.
"Such is life, buddy."
"Why you callin' me buddy all the time?"
"Well I think we can safely say that even though we're not lovers, in the true sense of the word, we're at least friends. Buddies. Aren't we?"
"Suppose so." I shrug and look out the window.
"Oh thanks!"
"I meant, I think you're making sense."
"Ah. Ok." He smiles.
After a while, he asks me to take over from him. We stop next to the road. I stretch my legs and hop into the driver's seat. I'm actually glad to be doing something to break the monotony. Off we go! After a few minutes, he starts stroking my right leg and I let him. No wonder he wanted me to drive. My cock hardens. This time it feels awkward. How's he planning to do this? Should be interesting.
He rubs higher up my leg until he eventually reaches my crotch.
"Nice!"
I just smile.
He unzips my shorts and with a bit of difficulty, pulls out my cock. I help him by lifting my butt off the seat, enough for him to get at it properly. It grazes my zipper and I let out a little yelp.
"Sorry. I'll kiss it better."
I'm sure he will.
He starts sucking me off...eventually I'm moaning like crazy and desperately trying to stay focused on the road. Involuntarily, we are picking up speed. Both his mouth and the engine! There are no cars anywhere for miles, but we're driving through a mountainous area with a lot of tricky bends in the road. At some places, I try to slow down to 10 miles per hour, just so I don't lose control of the pickup.
"AARGH!!" I shoot off blobs of cum into his mouth and he swallows every drop.
He licks me clean to make sure there's nothing left and then puts my cock back into my shorts and zips me up.
"Thanks, buddy." He licks his lips.
"I should be thanking you, Rex. That was real nice."
"Only nice?" A mock hurt expression crosses his face.
"Ok. It was amazing!"
He grins.
At last we arrive back in the city and continue to his apartment on the south side. It's not very big, and he has a king-size bed that fills up most of the bedroom. There's a small kitchenette and a basic little sitting area. The only other door leads to a small bathroom with a toilet and a shower. Very tiny compared to what I'm used to.
"I know it's small, buddy, but, as a paramedic, I work a lot of long hours and don't see why I should be forking out a fortune just so my place looks nice."
"I understand your logic." I start unpacking my suitcase.
I squeeze my stuff into his wardrobe, anywhere I can find a spot, and unpack my toiletries in the bathroom. Space is really limited. There isn't even a TV. I'll have to buy one soon or I'll go crazy staying here while he's at work.
We go out together to look for something to eat at a nearby fast-food joint.
Later, when we get back, we eat and then I end up fucking him. This time I take my time. He finally begs me to stop and I slide out of him. He turns around and sucks me off. I return the favor and when he cums, I actually like the taste of him. I nearly gag as I swallow his thick, salty sperm, but I manage to get it down. I'll have to get used to it because he definitely likes it.
Laying back on the bed afterwards, I try and catch my breath.
I still can't believe this is my life now. All my dreams and ideals, everything I wanted and who I thought I was, suddenly belongs to another guy I don't even recognize. I have no idea what I want. Even though the sex so far has been great, I'm not sure if it's what I really want or if I'm just going through a phase. Maybe my dad is right, maybe I'm possessed. Especially since I'm such an aggressive lover. Who would've thought that I'd be like that? Definitely not me.
Demons my ass! Why should I believe him if he was willing to send me away to some excuse for a prison?!
I don't know how I am going to figure all this shit out, but tomorrow is another day. We both drift off to sleep...
It's an uneasy, restless sleep, and I wake up tired the next morning.