Sidney Gittler

Arkansas Vacation

Chapters 11-14

Yoshi stared at his father in shock. He couldn't believe what he had heard, never thought his father would say those things to him. As far back as he could remember his father had always been there for him, to help him and guide him. Now he discovered that his father hated him, no longer loved him.

Just because he was gay. Yoshi started to cry.

"Father, please! Please don't do this! I'm your son!" he cried.

"My sons are not gay. You are no longer welcome here. Leave at once," his father growled, then turned away and left the room.

Heartbroken, Yoshi went to his room and packed his big camping backpack. He wrapped his two swords, the Katana and the Wakizaki into cloth wraps and put them in a long plastic tube. The Ninja-to-be hooked them to the backpack. He stood on the steps of his home, the only home he'd ever known. It was hard to say goodbye to what he had loved and the people he loved. He left the house and started walking. He didn't know where to go. Tennessee was a big state. He decided his first stop should be the bank, where he had his savings account. He wasn't sure how much money he had, but he was going to take it all. Leaving the bank with the money in his pocket, he felt a little better. It wasn't much money, but it would get him to where he wanted.

Yoshi walked most of the day, his mind working on different options. He sat at a table outside a fast food place eating his first real meal of the day, flipping through a newspaper left behind by someone. He nearly missed the article about Peckertown, Arkansas. Yoshi read the article very carefully, then realized the answer was there. He was going to Peckertown. His spirits were raised considerably by what he had read. This was a good sign. He kept reading the article. It was very one sided, very much against Peckertown. Yoshi didn't care. He decided he'd go there first, then plan on what he would do. He ripped the article out and put it into one of the pockets of his pack. It was starting to get dark, and Yoshi needed a place to sleep for the night. He walked down the street until he saw the local shelter. They were kind enough to put him up for the night.

Yoshi settled down into his sleeping bag and lay down on the camp cot. Try as he could, he couldn't sleep. He tossed and turned all night long. He thought about his family. He wondered what they were doing now. When he closed his eyes, he kept seeing his father's angry face, kept hearing those awful words. What if he apologized? Would his father take him back? Something inside told him it would never happen. He finally cried himself to sleep.

He woke up late the next morning. The shelter people let him shower, then fed him breakfast. Yoshi got his pack on and left, thanking them for their help. One of the first things he did was to buy a map of Tennessee and Arkansas. After studying his route out of Tennessee he started out. The day was clear and cool. Yoshi hoped the weather would be good all the way to Arkansas. It was late September, and there had been little rain. Yoshi wondered if he could get a bus ride, or the train. He tried both places, but that didn't work out at all. Pissed off, he left the transport station and decided he'd walk all the way, then. Last time he'd ask for help. He left the city by late afternoon.

From a hilltop Yoshi turned to look. It looked different, felt different now. It didn't feel like home anymore. He felt sad, feeling the tears coming back up. He turned and wiped his eyes. He hoped his family would be okay.

"Maybe someday we will reunite," he thought.

He walked until it got dark. Using his flashlight he checked his map and discovered there was a campground in another two miles [3 km]. He stopped in at the office and rented a small tent for the night. He also found a book that detailed roads, gas stations, and other campgrounds for Tennessee. It was free, so he took it. He ate a meager dinner by the fire he'd built. One of the things he needed was a proper camp mess kit, he decided. He'd check the office before leaving in the morning. Yoshi slept better that night, having finally gotten the crying out of his system. He promised himself he'd never forget his family, even though they had disowned him.

When he got up the next morning, he did his usual stretches, and then practiced his martial arts. His Grandfather had been his first martial arts teacher. He remembered copying the movements when he was four, thinking he wanted to be like his Grandfather. His Grandfather took great delight in teaching Yoshi all he knew. He remembered his father approving, saying that Yoshi needed to carry on the clan's traditions. His Grandfather, later on as he grew older, began teaching him Ninjitsu, and Getsumi no Michi, the Moonlit Path, one of many disciplines. His Grandfather had died six months ago. Yoshi had grieved the most, he had loved his Grandfather very much. There were times he felt his Grandfather close to him, whispering advice and encouragement. He wondered what his Grandfather would think of him, if he would have cared if Yoshi was gay or not. He finished his exercises, then packed after showering. He stopped at the office and bought the mess kit and a few other things.

Having planned out his route for the next few days, he set out. It was a bit warmer this morning, but not much. He put a tape in his walkman and listened to it. It was one of his favorite bands, a tape he had gotten a few weeks ago, the newest tape from Van Halen. He wished there had been a way he could have brought his guitar with him, but it would have been too heavy. Once he got himself set up in Peckertown, he'd buy himself a new one. Yoshi was a talented guitar player. He could play just about any song he wanted to, being able to pick it up by ear. He enjoyed playing, it gave him great satisfaction doing so. He hoped that one day he'd be good enough to join a band. Listening to the music, he started to figure out the notes and things. He liked the new singer, noting he did sound a bit like the last one, but this one was better. His other favorite bands included Metallica, ZZ Top, Sammy Hagar, Guns and Roses, and Led Zeppelin. He had managed to pack quite a few tapes so he was set.

He walked all day, stopping long enough to eat, use restrooms, and take breaks. Night was falling as he entered another town. He wondered if he should risk staying in a motel. He decided to take the chance, so he walked into the first one he saw. The desk clerk looked at the five foot six [1.68 m] Japanese teenager with long black hair tied into a ponytail. The guy nodded his approval, as long as Yoshi would be out by eight. Yoshi agreed, asking for a seven am wake up call.

He went to his room and started running water for the tub. He wanted, needed a hot bath. Yoshi watched himself undress in the long mirror on the bathroom door. His body was slim, a nice six pack of muscle forming in his stomach and abdomen, smooth skin, very sparse hair under his arms and around his cock. He watched his cock grow from its normal four inches [10 cm] to six hard inches [15 cm] of young boy meat. His facial features pleasant. Yoshi was an attractive boy, having turned plenty of the girl's heads in school, as well as some boys, too. He had been attracted to other boys for as long as he remembered. He didn't know why, they just appealed to him more than girls did. He wondered many times if he was normal. He sighed. He'd try to figure it all out later. Maybe he'd find someone there in Peckertown who would help answer his questions. For now, he was going to soak in the tub and go to bed.

Yoshi was up and gone the next morning by seven thirty. The night's sleep had done him a world of good, and he was feeling better about himself. Some clouds had moved in and the morning air was a bit nippy. He checked his map, then continued walking. He had been lucky so far, not running into any trouble. He hoped he wouldn't, but sometimes you never knew. He stayed alert, never relaxing or letting his guard down. Leaving the town, he stayed on the big highway. He walked past fields of flowers and tall grass. He heard the birds sing and watched them fly overhead. The day was beautiful. The beauty of nature that surrounded him made him feel much better about himself. He stopped and had breakfast at a roadside rest stop. He watched the birds vie for the bread crumbs he tossed at them.

He watched cars, trucks, people, and families come and go. Watching the families tore at his heart. He wished his father had let him speak his piece, wished his father had been more caring and helpful. He loved his father, and deep down he forgave his father and wished him well. One day they would meet again, and Yoshi would forgive his father. He stood, shouldering his pack again. He walked out to the parking area and was crossing it when a man approached him.

"Where are you headed, kid?" he asked

Yoshi looked him in the eyes. "I'm headed for Arkansas."

"Join me? I'll take you as far as I can. Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you at all. You seem like a nice kid," the man smiled.

Yoshi looked him over. The man was about six foot [1.80 m], black, very short hair, mustache, and was smoking a cigar. Yoshi though for a moment, then decided he could trust the man.

"Okay. Where's your car?" Yoshi agreed.

The man grinned. "That's my truck right there," he said, pointing to a blue tractor-trailer.

"Hey cool," Yoshi said.

"I think so. I make my living with it. I gotta go the restroom," he said.

Yoshi walked over to it. The passenger door was locked, so he walked around the front of it. The driver's side was unlocked, so he climbed up and in. The inside was a light tan color. There was a bed in the back, a tv and VCR in one corner, a little shelf with drawers in the other. It even had a skylight. Yoshi set his pack on the bed and waited for the man to come back. He did, moments later.

"There you are. I forgot to tell you to go in the driver's door, but I guess you figured that one out!" he laughed. "Like the house?"

"It's very cool. My name is Yoshi," he said, introducing himself.

"Thanks. I'm Charles, and it's an honor to meet you Yoshi," he said, shaking Yoshi's hand.

Yoshi climbed into the passenger seat while Charles started the rig. They were off, heading out on the highway. Charles flipped on his CB radio and Yoshi listened to the truckers talking.

"Good way to find out if there is any accidents or traffic jams out there to avoid," Charles explained.

"That's cool," Yoshi nodded.

As they rode along, Charles explained some of the features and things about a big rig. Yoshi learned quite a bit that day. He liked riding in one and wondered if he would ever get the opportunity to drive one. They seemed like fun.

"So where are you headed, and what are you carrying?" Yoshi asked.

"I'm headed for Central Tennessee State with gear for a band called Cultured Jelly," he said.

"Cool! They're one of my favorite bands!" Yoshi exclaimed.

"I like them too. They treat all of the roadies right," Charles grinned.

"I play some of their music," Yoshi said.

"Oh, you play guitar?" Charles asked.

"Yes. I'm a fair player," Yoshi said.

"Well, you can help me unload my trailer. I've got their guitars and sound gear," Charles grinned.

"Way cool," Yoshi laughed.

Yoshi relaxed, feeling real safe with Charles. The man didn't ask about where he came from, or why he was going to Arkansas. He just accepted him for who he was. Yoshi hoped there were plenty more people like him out there. It would make life so much easier. For now, his luck was holding good.

They arrived at the stadium where Cultured Jelly was to play. Charles backed the rig in, and Yoshi opened the doors to the trailer when Charles directed him to. Both of them had the trailer unloaded quickly, setting the guitars and sound gear in the right places. The other equipment would arrive later. Yoshi watched Charles hook up the amplifiers and guitars. Charles grinned.

"Let's jam," Charles said.

They did, Charles playing the blues. Yoshi recognized B.B. King's music. He laughed, and picked it right up with the older man. They were having such a good time, they didn't notice the band or others arriving. Charles saw them and quietly backed off until Yoshi was the only one playing. He hadn't played in days, this was a real treat for him. He heard the drums start up, and turned around to see the drummer sitting there. The base kicked in, then things were sounding good. The techs were running all over the stage fine tuning the speakers and such. Yoshi was in seventh heaven. He was enjoying himself. He started playing different tunes, bits and pieces of different songs, trying to weave them together. Once the sound techs motioned that everything was right, Yoshi and the others stopped playing.

"Hey kid, that was absolutely dynamite!" the drummer said as the others clapped.

"I'm just an average player," Yoshi said.

"You are much better than average. Give yourself a little more credit than that," Charles said as the other people nodded agreement.

"Thanks. I just love to play that's all," Yoshi said.

"Keep it up kid," Charles said. "Maybe these guys will open for you someday."

Yoshi watched the show, enjoying the music and the band's antics. It was late when he got into bed at the hotel. It had been a good night for everybody, the band playing well and people enjoying the show. Yoshi traveled with them for another two days. Then came the morning that they were headed north, and Yoshi was to continue going west to Arkansas. They gave him a lightweight acoustic guitar for him to play anytime he wanted. Yoshi would write some of his best material with that guitar, and record them later. He would even start a band and make it popular.

That had been the best week he'd had. Those memories would stay with him for a long time.

Charles dropped him at the highway and shook his hand. "Good luck kid."

"Thanks for everything Charles," Yoshi said. He turned and headed down the highway and just kept going. It was a cool day, so he had put on a heavy jacket. He knew he was headed in the right direction, the highway he was on now would take him into Arkansas. Once in Arkansas, he'd have to head South to get to Peckertown. He wasn't going to worry about it until he got in the state. For now, he would concentrate on traveling and making sure he got food when he was hungry. The band had given him money to live on, enough to get him to Arkansas. He liked them all.

He stopped for lunch early that afternoon, sat down and pulled his map out. He needed to see how many miles he had left, and to figure out about how many days. It came out to an estimated three days, to the state line. Yoshi decided that if he got early starts and walked till late, he could make it in that time frame. If anybody gave him rides, that would be even better. Charles had saved him many day's walking time, and he was glad of that. He hoped he wouldn't have any trouble. In the hotel room that night, he decided he would get some pleasure for himself. It had been awhile since he'd masturbated last, and he felt the need to. He drew himself a hot bath, soaking in it for a long time, relaxing. He got out, then dried himself off.

He lay on the bed, and began to touch himself. He began by touching his face, enjoying the feel of the smooth soft skin of his cheeks. He closed his eyes and pretended it was another boy touching him. The ghost boy caressed his face, feeling the cheeks, nose, ears, neck, and the jaw line. Yoshi moved his hands down to his chest, feeling the hard chest muscle. His nipples were standing out erect. He could feel their hardness against his fingers. He could feel the warm feelings rising up inside. He loved that part. He loved getting those feelings whenever he played with himself. He always felt so relaxed afterwards. His fingers gently pulled and twisted the erect nipples, making him feel giddy. He moved his hands down across his flat stomach, feeling the top of the six pack of muscle there. He touched them, feeling the hard ridges. He moved his fingers down the abdomen, down the v that pointed to the best part of him.

Little Yoshi was already hard and erect, the solid six inch [15 cm] muscle standing up straight and proud. Yoshi wasn't ready for that yet, so he moved his fingers through his short sparse pubic hair. Yoshi kept his pubic hair cut down neat and short, liking it that way. He move his fingers around the base of his throbbing cock, then down to his smooth balls. Yoshi didn't like hair on his cock and balls, so he would shave them clean. He liked the feel of smooth balls. As he gently caressed and tickled them, he closed his eyes and gave himself up to what he was feeling. His mind drifted back to that imaginary lover, the cute boy touching him. His left hand stayed at his balls while the right one came back up to his cock. He started stroking himself, slowly working his index finger into his anus. The feelings got intense, and he knew he was getting close to his release.

Yoshi stopped stroking himself, then curled up into a ball and took his own cock into his wet warm mouth. Yoshi had discovered he could suck himself off, being so flexible due to all the exercise he did. He slipped his six inches [15 cm] in, able to get just four inches [10 cm] in. Yoshi started sucking himself, getting close to his orgasm. He slipped his finger back into his ass, working it in until he found his boy's button. He knew that each time he stroked that button, he'd get off really good. All he had to do was graze it a little bit, and boy would he shoot off. Sucking on his own cock brought him very close. His finger touched his prostate, and he wiggled his finger against it. Next thing he knew, he was shooting his cum into his mouth. He sucked his cock harder, wanting to get all of his young male juice. He collapsed, having finished getting himself off. Yoshi felt very good, very relaxed. He got under the bed covers, and went to sleep.

Yoshi was in very good spirits when he got up the next morning. He looked out the window and saw that it was raining. That was okay, he had done the right thing by getting himself a poncho set yesterday. He got dressed, then left the hotel after covering up with the poncho. Now he would stay dry and his pack would too as he walked towards Arkansas. He hoped that someone would stop and offer him a ride, but nobody did. Maybe his luck would change once he crossed over into Arkansas. It rained the whole day. Yoshi decided about early afternoon that he'd stop for the day at the next town ahead. Hopefully it wouldn't be far. He came across a sign that advertised a motel another six miles [10 km]. Yoshi was glad of that, according to his map, the next town was another twenty miles [30 km]. It was another two hours before he saw the place. It was a two story place, looking like it came out of the 1800's.

"Hell, hope they got hot food, hot water, and a comfortable bed," Yoshi told himself. He had started talking to himself to pass the time. He didn't think he was crazy for doing it, he did it just so he could pass the time and keep himself focused. A dog started barking as he walked up the porch. The door opened and an old lady stood there.

"Come in dear, before you catch cold. I bet you're tired and hungry," she said, helping Yoshi to get his poncho off.

He stepped in, sliding his pack off. A man helped him with it, and set it carefully on the floor. Yoshi smiled at the couple.

"Thanks for your hospitality," Yoshi said.

"You're welcome dear," she said, patting his cheek. "Now sit yourself down, I'll get you a bowl of soup."

That was one of the best bowls of homemade soup Yoshi ever had. It went down nice and warm, carrying the warmth down to his toes.

"Thanks. Reminds me of the ones my Mother made," Yoshi smiled.

"You're welcome young man," the old lady smiled.

He watched her turn and go check on other folks. The dining room was big enough to hold quite a few people, with a tiny stage off to the side. There was a piano on it, and Yoshi walked to it. It was an old upright, looked more than fifty years old. Yoshi had an idea. He went and sat down, reaching for his pack. He retrieved his acoustic guitar, and went back to the piano. He quickly tuned the guitar to his satisfaction.

"Sir?" he said to the man. "I have enough money to pay for dinner, but not enough to stay the night. Would you be willing to let me sing for a room tonight?"

He turned to talk to his wife. They approached him moments later.

"According to the weather, it's supposed to rain all week. How about staying a week or two, and you can work for us for your room and board?" the old man suggested. "This is my wife Clara, and I'm Donald."

"My name is Yoshi and I accept the deal," Yoshi smiled.

"Then it's done. A song first then," Donald nodded.

Yoshi started playing the opening notes, "this is a song I wrote while traveling."

Standing at the crossroads of my life
not knowing where to go
looking behind me I've seen where I was
and left behind
I'm looking to stay with something better.
Trust I seek, so hard to find
wondering where my road is leading to
signs hard to read, I can go only on faith
hoping to find peace for my mind
I'm looking to find something better
You in my dreams, are you the one
can't feel love anymore
wondering if it's real or illusion
Hold on my heart to that feeling
I'm looking to stay somewhere better
I'll just keep running on faith
Only thing I can do
Knowing that someday my world will be right
Love will find me
I'm looking to stay with something better
I'm looking to stay with something better
I'm looking to find something better
I'm looking to stay somewhere better
I'm looking to stay with something better.

There was a round of applause when Yoshi finished. He stood, and took a bow.

"Thanks," he smiled and played another couple of songs.

He put the guitar away, then went into the kitchen and started cleaning the dinner dishes and things. It wasn't long before everything was done. He felt a sense of satisfaction helping these folks. Donald led him too a room and Yoshi got himself set up. He set his alarm for six, deciding he would get up early. He got into bed and turned out the light. He watched the rain fall from the edge of the roof.

He wondered what his family was doing now. He silently prayed, hoping that they would be forgiven someday. He knew he would. It was the right thing to do. Only then would he be able to live in peace.

Yoshi was up by six. He slipped his Ninja-to onto his back after dressing in sweats. He was glad he had gotten them. He went downstairs, set up a small table with juice, coffee, breads, fruit and breakfast ware. Yoshi walked into the main area and pushed a table or two out of the way. He started his workout, doing his stretches, then his katas (martial arts exercise forms). He closed his eyes, willing his body to relax. Within a breath, he was in Getsumi no Michi, the Moonlit Path. He felt good here in this place. It was a place of calmness, peace, and tranquillity. Yoshi practiced the disciplines faithfully, never wanting to lose touch with the skills his Grandfather had taught him. He had promised his Grandfather the day he died. At times, he could hear the voice of his Grandfather. He welcomed it, knowing full well that his Grandfather continued to guide him. He moved through his exercise routine, feeling satisfaction at completing move properly. He swore to never let his skills deteriorate. At the end of the hour, he was done. He stretched once again, then went back to his room to shower and clean up.

That more or less became the routine over the week he stayed. He learned to cook, built up more muscle chopping wood for the fireplace, shared a song or two every night. On Friday night he sat at the piano and played requests. Everyone in the town loved his music. Then Sunday came, and he was ready to go. He felt something pulling at him, and knew it was time to be on the way. He left that morning, a good hot breakfast inside him, more money in his pocket, and more food in his pack.

Those folks had been good to him. That was twice he had gotten lucky. The sun was out. It was going to be a beautiful day. Yoshi's senses were sharp. He felt the crisp cool air on his face, smelled the night's rain in the air. If everything went right, he'd be in Arkansas tomorrow. The anticipation of getting there spurred him onward. He wondered again what he'd find there. Was the article he had found on Peckertown right, or wrong? He couldn't tell. Once he got there, he would know for sure.

He settled down for the night in what was an abandoned church. Yoshi was feeling anxious, and jacking off would normally take care of that, but he felt it wouldn't be appropriate in this church. He meditated instead, letting his mind relax and wander.

He found himself in a meadow full of flowers, another boy chasing him. He heard the other boy's laughter, heard himself call him 'lover'. He couldn't see the boy's face, but he had a very good feeling deep inside about it. Yoshi went to bed happy. He dreamed of the same meadow, heard the boy again. Just as he turned to see him, the dream faded away. Yoshi woke, the sun streaming in through the windows. It was morning already. Yoshi got up and stretched. After settling his pack, he left the church. He stopped at a small general store for some food, got directions, and went on his way. Yoshi grew more excited the closer he got to the state line. He crossed over it just after noon. The signs shouting "Welcome to Arkansas." He wondered if he could get a bus from this town to Peckertown. He walked into the town, and found the local general store.

"Yup, you can get the bus from here to there," the thin balding man said, pushing his round glasses back up his face. "Be twenty bucks for the ticket."

Yoshi paid it, then got a book or two to read on the ride. He smiled at the ladies who sat at the table nearby, sipping ice teas and watching their kids drinking sodas. Yoshi was reminded of the trips to the ice cream place after the basketball games back home. He felt a touch of sadness. That life was gone forever.

A sense of danger quickly alerted Yoshi. He looked around, instantly alert. Nothing seemed amiss. He relaxed, going into Getsumi no Michi. He was now much more aware. Yes, he felt it now. It was coming through the front door now. Yoshi launched himself in the air, drawing his Ninja-to at the same time. The four bandits crashed through the door, their shotguns raised. Yoshi landed in the middle of them, executing his moves perfectly. The sword came up and knocked two of the shotguns out of the way as he did a spinning kick, knocking three of them down. Those two moves were done in seconds, people not reacting yet. Yoshi struck the fourth one with a hammer fist strike against the right side of the man's head, then coming back the other way against the left side of the head. That one was out. He turned to see one raising a handgun. Yoshi didn't think. He just reacted, his right foot going out and coming up underneath the bottom of the man's jaw. He flew over the benches of the bus station. By this time, the sheriff had started to react. He had been sitting there with a cup of coffee when the men burst in. The heavyset man yanked out his gun and fired a shot at another man who was about to shoot Yoshi.

Yoshi had sensed the impending danger, flipping out of the way in the nick of time. He calmly dropped the last man with a kick to the chest and then resting the blade of his sword against the bridge of the man's nose. The fight was over.

"How did you learn to do all that stuff boy?" The sheriff asked, cuffing the three unconscious men, while Yoshi covered the fourth.

"My Grandfather taught me," he answered.

"Good thing you listened and learned well. These four have been terrorizing this side of the state for weeks," the sheriff stated.

He started to cuff the third, then realized he was dead. Yoshi watched as the sheriff covered the guy, then cuff the fourth.

"This one's dead," he said indicating the body.

"An evil man will always destroy himself in the end," Yoshi nodded, remembering what his Grandfather had taught him.

"Now that's a true statement if I ever heard one. You're right too," the sheriff agreed.

Yoshi put his sword away while the sheriff called for help. It was another hour before Yoshi was allowed to leave. He had to give his statement, testifying to the events according to his point of view. The sheriff gave him twenty buck for food at the bus stops, and he got his bus money back and thanks from the station master.

The bus driver told him it would be another day before they got to Peckertown, so Yoshi elected to sit in the back of the bus and sleep a little. He dreamed of the boy again. This time he saw his face clearly. The boy looked at him and smiled. Just as he turned away, he saw a tag on his apron that said Tasty Buns. The boy had a beautiful face, a light sprinkling of freckles across it. His eyes were a deep green, and he had red hair. Yoshi woke with a start. Realizing he was still on the bus. It was daylight now. He looked out the windows at the scenery. It was beautiful here. He had a sense of coming home here. He felt complete somehow, but not quite yet. He would find the boy at this place called Tasty Buns. When the bus stopped, Yoshi asked the driver how much longer.

"Another hour at least," the man said.

He looked at Yoshi with eyes of a person who had seen all he could take and had given up. That scared Yoshi. He turned away, telling himself he'd never get that way. He would help people and care for them, no matter what. His destiny was bringing him here, to Peckertown.

"Jeff, pay attention to what you are doing!" he thundered.

"Sorry sir!" he stammered, quickly snapping to.

He felt his face turn red, as he got busy again. Elija threw up his hands and wondered what he was going to do with this new boy. He sighed. These thirteen-year-olds were so unpredictable with their mood swings and hormonal changes.

"Thank God my own three never gave me any trouble," he thought, thinking of Daniel, Aaron, and Benjy, turning out okay. Jeff had been dropped off in Peckertown as a little boy, about eight years old. His parents kept on going, never coming back. Elija took pity on the boy, and arranged for a local family to take him in.

But he didn't know what was bothering Jeff. He hoped it would fix itself soon. Both of them looked up when the bus rolled by. Elija glanced over at Jeff, seeing the boy staring at the bus with wide eyes.

When the bus rolled into Peckertown, Yoshi sat up and looked out the windows, hoping to see the place called Tasty Buns. He almost missed seeing the sign in time. A whole bunch of feelings went off in him, fear collecting in the pit of his stomach.

Jeff watched the bus roll past, his own feelings out of control. "He's on that bus," he whispered.

"Who?" Elija asked, concerned now.

"Yoshi," Jeff whispered.

The bus finally stopped, Yoshi out the door in seconds. He shouldered his pack and started running for the restaurant, his senses telling him that Jeff would be there. Some sense of danger screamed at him. Yoshi moved faster, wanting to get there in time. He came in the front door, alert for anything. He came face to face with Jeff. Neither one said anything in that moment. People in the place could feel something going on between the two.

"Jeff," Yoshi whispered.

"Yoshi," Jeff said, reaching up to touch him.

It was at that moment that two armed men burst in, Yoshi didn't hesitate to react. He spun to his right, kicking both men at the same time on the right side of their faces, then coming back and kicking the left side of their heads. Both of them went down hard. They lay still. Zeus burst in from the kitchen, and Yoshi turned to face him. Zeus put his hands out in front of him.

"Yoshi, he's okay! He's one of us!" Jeff yelled, jumping in front of Yoshi.

"Okay," Yoshi nodded. He took a breath and relaxed.

Gazing at Jeff he saw something in the other boy's face. Everything seemed to fade away in that moment. Before he realized what he was doing, they were kissing each other. He felt Jeff's arms around him, his body pressed against the other boy's, becoming part of him. They parted a moment later. They became aware of people clapping. Blushing, Yoshi turned to face everyone.

"Way to go kid," Zeus commented, the huge black man smiled.

Yoshi laughed, feeling good in that moment. He really, truly felt alive in that moment, and he wanted it to last forever. The two men on the floor stirred. They turned over to see Yoshi standing there, his Ninja-to in his hand. There was something in his eyes that scared them. People backed off slightly.

"You are not welcome here," Yoshi's voice reverberated from everywhere.

People noted he never moved his lips.

"Why do you attempt to rob people?' Yoshi's voice asked. "Have you no honor, no respect?"

The two men ran out the door, scared. They ran into a sheriff in the parking lot, and were taken to jail.

"How can you do that?" Jeff asked in awe.

Yoshi sat down at the counter. "I've studied the martial arts," he said. "There's much I'm capable of doing, because I've worked hard at it."

"I get off in an hour," Jeff smiled.

"You're off now. Take him over to the In-Boy Inn and tell them I said to give Yoshi a room for as long as he needs it. Come back around nine tonight so we can talk," Elija said.

Jeff hugged the older man. "Thanks boss!"

They checked in, and went upstairs. Jeff went into the bathroom and started a shower while Yoshi set his pack in the corner. He started to undress.

"Let me," Jeff said.

Jeff stripped Yoshi naked, then let his apron and g string fall to the floor. Jeff led Yoshi to the shower.

"Let me clean you up," he whispered.

They got in together, lips meeting in a passionate embrace. Yoshi felt himself melt into Jeff's arms. This was what he had wanted for so long. Someone to love, someone who would love him. They could live openly and never be judged. He felt Jeff's hands work around his body, washing him gently. Jeff did his cock last, taking the hard six inches [15 cm] into his hand. He felt Jeff's lips on his neck as the boy began to masturbate him, jacking him off in long slow strokes. Yoshi felt his body respond, felt Jeff's own six inches [15 cm] poke him in the ass. Suddenly he wanted Jeff inside him and him inside Jeff.

"Want you inside me," he whispered.

"So do I," Jeff replied. "Want you inside me."

They finished their shower and went into the room. They laid down on the bed together, facing each other. They stared deep into each other's eyes, their hands and fingers touching, caressing, and exploring each other. Yoshi sensed the time was right. He turned into a 69, taking Jeff's cock into his mouth. The boy's thick red pubic bush got into his face. Yoshi would fix that, but later. He felt Jeff's wet warm mouth envelop his own cock. They started sucking on each other, their movements slow and in sync with each other. Yoshi closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensations. He sucked Jeff's cock for a few moments' then started licking and sucking at Jeff's balls. He heard Jeff whine and moan. Jeff thrashed about on the bed, enjoying what he was feeling. Never before had he ever experienced something this good before.

"Please?" he pleaded, looking into Yoshi's eyes.

Yoshi rolled onto his stomach. Jeff licked his rose for a bit, getting him wet. Jeff placed his cock at Yoshi's entry. He slowly sank his cock into another boy's rose for the first time. He felt joy, exhilaration, passion, and need. Jeff pushed all of his cock inside Yoshi. Yoshi groaned with pleasure, feeling Jeff's cock inside of him. Jeff closed his eyes, and let the passion take over. He had wanted this for so long. He began fucking Yoshi, doing it with long slow strokes at first, then slowly building up to fast hard fucking. Yoshi could feel the boy's cock moving inside of him, and he wept with joy, the feelings so good. Jeff sobbed, the passion and his own feelings running amuck. He wanted his release, to bond with this beautiful boy of his dreams.

"Yoshi… cumming… I'm cumming… can't hold it… cumming!" he cried.

Suddenly he was, his sperm shooting through his cock and into Yoshi. Yoshi could feel it happening, and he cried out in pleasure. Jeff finally collapsed on top of Yoshi when he finished cumming. They held each other tears running down their faces.

"Please?" Jeff whispered, raising his legs for Yoshi to see his own rose.

Yoshi rose up on his knees and moved forward. He used his fingers to loosen Jeff up a little, then placed his cock at Jeff's entrance. Yoshi moved forward, pushing himself up into Jeff. Jeff sobbed as the pleasure/pain feelings began.

"Love you… love you," Jeff cried.

Yoshi felt himself enter Getsumi no Michi. He felt himself start to become one with Jeff. He slow fucked the boy, enjoying the feelings. In his mind, the both of them were making love in a meadow with beautiful flowers and tall grass. As he continued the act of male intercourse, he found Jeff's mind to be so open. He saw everything that Jeff was.

"No secrets, my love. I am yours forever," he heard Jeff's voice.

They became bound together, each discovering many things about the other. Yoshi carefully established a telepathic link between them. He realized that Jeff had a natural talent for it, but Yoshi had had to develop his. Yoshi continued to fuck Jeff, going faster now. Yoshi wanted to deposit his seed inside Jeff, to bind Jeff to him like Jeff had bound Yoshi to him. He felt himself starting to cum.

"Jeff… Jeff… cumming lover… I'm cumming," he breathed, and then he was, shooting deep into Jeff.

Once he finished, he dissolved into tears, unsure how to deal with the feelings he had. Both boys cried on each other's shoulders, holding onto each other tight. They started to relax, then went to sleep.

The phone woke them right at eight. Yoshi reached for it.

"Moshi-moshi (hello)?" he queried.

"Mr. Toranaga?" the voice said.

Yoshi switched back to English. "Yes, that's me."

"I have a message for you, sir. You and Jeff are to go to the Tasty Buns in an hour," the voice said.

"Thank you for the wake up call," Yoshi said, then hung up.

Jeff stirred next to him. "Was that the phone?"

"Yes, love. We gotta go," Yoshi said.

"Okay. I'll start the shower," Jeff said.

They arrived right at nine. As they walked in, people started to clap. Yoshi bowed, acknowledging the praise. Elija and other people appeared and escorted them to the back dining room.

"Thank you for stopping those two. Seems they were wanted for numerous things," Elija said.

"There's a reward for them," the sheriff said. "I'm Sheriff Reginald Waters."

Yoshi shook his hand. "How much of a reward?"

"For them, twenty five thousand each, for the four in Barton, one hundred thousand," Waters smiled.

"Wow. That's quite a bit of money," Yoshi commented.

"What are you gonna do with that money?" queried Elija.

"Is there a martial arts studio here in town?" Yoshi asked, suddenly inspired.

"No, there isn't. Why?" Sheriff Waters asked.

Yoshi grinned. "I could start one. Teach a lot of the boys around here things they would need to know to protect themselves, and the younger ones as well. Eventually they could put those skills to work and be security for some of the public places around here."

Sheriff Waters smiled. "That's a super idea. I'll even get my guys to sign up as well."

"l want to buy a house here as well, for me and Jeff, put what's left in the bank. Eventually I want to start a rock band. I can play guitar," Yoshi said, the plans forming in his head.

"Cool! I can play bass. I've been learning on my own," Jeff beamed. "I know two guys that play keyboards and drums!"

Elija grinned. "Welcome to Peckertown, Yoshi Toranaga!"

"Thanks Mr. Jorgenson," Yoshi smiled.

They finished dinner, then Jeff took him out on the town. They stopped at many of the places, and Yoshi couldn't believe what he saw. Peckertown was so open, it was fantastic. Jeff led him to the Big Lick for the last show. The big man took the stage.

"Gents, the Olsen Triplets are running a little late right now, but they will be out. Please relax and enjoy some music," he said.

The boy at the sound board shook his head. He tried frantically to get something going.

"Do you have a guitar and two good lines?" Yoshi asked the big guy.

The man recognized him. "You're the boy who stopped those robbers today at the Tasty Buns."

"Yes I am," Yoshi nodded.

"Skip, give him what he wants," the man said. "Folks, allow me to introduce the young man who stopped a robbery at the Tasty Buns today. Please welcome… Yoshi!"

The crowd applauded as Yoshi walked up to the stage.

"Thanks so much. I'd like to do a few favorites before the rest of the evening is ready to go," Yoshi announced, strumming the guitar.

He started playing the notes for his song. "This is for Jeff." He sang, the words coming out from deep inside of him.

The audience paid attention to the whole song, tears fell untouched down Jeff's face.

Yoshi did four more, and then the Olsen Triplets came on. Everyone applauded Yoshi. Yoshi bowed, then returned to Jeff and kissed him. Yoshi watched the show eyes wide, not quite believing what he saw.

It was late when they went back to the hotel. Yoshi was feeling very good about himself. He undressed Jeff, Jeff undressed him. They made passionate love again, this time it was much slower than the first time, slow deep passionate love. Afterwards, Yoshi lay there watching Jeff sleep. He thanked his karma that he had found what he had been looking for. Life was good again.

And so it came to pass, that Yoshi opened his martial arts studio. Many of the boys went there and learned the art of defense. There were fewer reports of attacks on boys. The sheriff sent his men, and Yoshi taught them moves and defense tricks. He and Jeff did get a house together. Yoshi started his band, and called it Powersound. Two other boys joined, Brent and Travis. They were lovers as well, and Yoshi had them move in with him and Jeff. The band became very popular, playing all over the state. Yoshi met his family again, and in a very tearful reunion, forgave his father, letting go the pain he had felt. His family continued to live in Tennessee, and Yoshi made his family very welcome in his home. Life was very good again.

I'm laying in bed, having just finished a long session of making love to my beautiful young man, Pat. And I'm thinking about how we met. How we came to be best friends and lovers.

I suppose that I should introduce myself. My name is Tim Johnson. I am 26 years old and graduated from a small Midwestern college with a degree in Public Administration. I am 5'10" [1.78 m] and 162 pounds [73 kg]. Oh, and I have two other characteristics that often evoke very different emotions in some people: I'm gay and I'm handicapped (in PC terms: physically challenged).

I've known I was at least bisexual, if not gay, since I was 13. For whatever reason, guys always seemed to draw my attention much more often than the girls did. I found myself checking out the other guys in gym class and in the showers. My jack off fantasies always seemed to involved guys much more than girls. By 15, I had one date with a girl. Not bad, you would say. You would if, like me, you had spent almost the entire date thinking about one of the star basketball players on the high school freshman squad, Jon Artins. Funny, I don't remember the name of the girl.

Anyway, I never had another date with a girl. Any socializing I did was with guys, usually athletes. The times we went out sometimes ended in circle jerks or blow jobs. While my friends usually laughed off such events as just exploration, I have to admit that I liked to give and receive blow jobs.

I had managed to get myself appointed to the position of student manager with the boy's basketball team in my junior year when disaster struck. Driving home with my family from visiting relatives over Christmas break, we were involved in a bad traffic accident. While other members of the family ended up with assorted bumps and bruises, I ended up with the bones in my left calf broken in five places and a knee that would look like a sixteen year NFL lineman's knee, with scars from many operations, rather than a sixteen year old boy's. The doctors tried hard to put my leg back together, and for the most part succeeded. The only problem was that the muscles and tendons in the area of the knee never seemed to heal properly. The result was that I could walk a few steps without any support, but for any distance I needed a cane or, on a bad day, crutches.

Remarkably, through perseverance and home tutoring, I was able to graduate with my class. I also had my first relationship my senior year, although it was more a one night stand than anything else. In college, I managed to once more manage the men's basketball team and had a three year relationship with the first guard off the bench. It was he who got me interested in lifting weights as a way to keep in shape and to try and strengthen my legs. The relationship ended when we both graduated and went our separate ways.

With my degree in Public Administration, I went job searching. I applied for jobs all over the country but got only a couple of offers, only one of which was worth anything: a job as assistant to the Mayor for the City of Peckertown, Arkansas. I briefly considered going to grad school for my Masters, but decided that I could get that later if I wanted to.

I moved down to Peckertown late in the summer of 1997 and found an apartment soon afterwards. I arrived just in time to get involved in the great debate over the sex and alcohol laws. Officially, I remained neutral, being a newcomer to the area. Privately, I found myself hoping the laws passed. You see, if I had a preference in men, it for younger men or teenagers with smooth, hairless chests. The new laws, if passed, would allow me to exercise my preference more easily.

As the day of the vote came closer, the campaign became increasingly bitter. Reverend Joshua Erickson, the leader of the anti-change forces, began to become increasingly irrational in arguing against the new laws. Especially as it became clear that the laws were going to pass by a large margin. It was during the turbulent last days before the vote that I met my love.

I had stayed late at work one day in March to work on the town's budget for the upcoming fiscal year. Being a unusually mild day, I had decided to walk home from the town hall. My knee was feeling OK so this only required using my cane that day. As I was walking, I happened to pass the Town Park where some boys were playing basketball. Several of them were not wearing any shirts, so I decided to take this opportunity to check out the local scenery. I found a picnic table relatively close to the court where I could sit and watch.

One boy in particular attracted my attention. He was average in size for his age which I estimated to be either 13 or 14. He had straight blond hair which was parted to one side. There didn't look to be an ounce of fat on him. He had what looked to be nickel sized nipples topping off a set of developing pecs. He seemed to be a good athlete, at least for playground hoops. He played hard and looked like he was having fun in the process.

Soon after I started watching, one of the boys announced that he had to go home. The others begged him to stay but he couldn't. When he left, the other boys spotted me. The boy who had attracted my attention earlier came over to where I was sitting and asked "Hey, mister! You want to come and play some hoops? We're short a man."

"No, I'm afraid I can't. Unfortunately, I have a torn up knee and can't do more than watch."

"OK. Well, I guess that's it for the night!" he said to the others. He turned to go get his t-shirt.

"Wait! Can you stay awhile and talk?"

"I really should be getting home, too."

"Alright. What's your name? Do you play here often?" I asked.

"My name's Pat, Pat Thompson. We'll probably be back here tomorrow night. We try to get a game in after school whenever we can. Who are you?" he replied.

"My name is Tim Johnson. I work at the Town Hall. Would you mind if I came by and watched?"

"Sure, no problem. We could always use an audience."

With that he picked up his t-shirt and put it on. As he was leaving with his friends, he turned and gave me a quick thumbs up.

I got up and continued my walk home. I felt slightly light headed as I hobbled the last few steps to my apartment door. As I opened the door and walked in, I considered what had happened. If nothing else I had made a new friend. Could it have been more? I didn't know. Why would a boy, a healthy young man, be anything more than a friend to a 'cripple' like me? I mean, I do not consider my self lucky enough to hope to find someone this quickly. Especially someone like Pat.

The next several afternoons were hectic ones as the referendum approached. Queries as to what was allowed at the polling places; how much electioneering could be done the day of the vote and so on. Inevitably the questions ended up coming to the new guy, me. Trying not to let personal feelings enter into any answers I gave, especially to Rev. Erickson, who badgered anybody at the office so that he be given every advantage necessary to win, was very difficult. "God demands this!" "God insists that I be allowed to do this!" "If I am not allowed to do whatever is necessary, Satan will win. His evil cannot be allowed to spread!" And so on, ad nauseam.

The only relief came at the end of the day when I wandered to the park to watch the kids play ball. And to talk to Pat. Talking to Pat was good therapy after a long day at the office. Initially, he would come over during breaks in the game and we would talk about hoops, pro and college. By the third day, he was staying after the rest of the boys had gone home.

During that time, I learned about his life in Peckertown. School, sports, and other things. I learned that he was fourteen years old and in the eighth grade; that he lived with his parents, a brother and two sisters. That he was the oldest son, with one sister being two years older. His favorite teams were the Kansas City Chiefs, the Chicago Bulls and the Cleveland Indians. His hero was Michael Jordan.

About the only thing he didn't talk about was girls. This may have been a result of shyness about such things. Or it may have been something else. I began to hope that it was something else.

By the eve of the vote, Pat and I had certainly become friends. We had gone back to my apartment after the hoops game. He had called home to let them know were he was and to ask permission to stay for dinner. For the first time, he brought up a subject he had not spoken about before.

"Tim?"

"Yes, Pat."

"What do you think will happen with the vote tomorrow? My folks think that it will be defeated."

"Well, I wouldn't get my hopes up. Everything I've seen indicates that the vote will go the other way," I said handing him a Coke.

He popped the can, took a drink and sighed. "I have to hope that it fails."

"And why is that?"

"My parents follow Rev. Erickson. They think that if the new law passes, that Rev. Erickson will move on. Dad has said that we will go where ever the 'good Reverend' goes."

"The way you said that means you don't agree?"

"I don't want to leave my friends. And besides, ah, there's another reason."

"And that is?"

"I don't want to say." With that, he turned away.

I leaned over and put a hand on his shoulder. "Pat, you can tell me. I swear that I won't tell anyone else without your permission."

His shoulders sagged and I thought I heard a quiet sob. "Pat, what's wrong? Are you OK?"

Pat turned back to face me. He had tears in his eyes. "If I tell you you'll hate me. I'd be evil; a devil's spawn. You would kick me out, and I would loose a good friend."

"Pat, I've only known you for a few days. But already, I consider you a friend! A friend who cares for you and would never kick you out unless you have killed someone lately. You haven't, have you? Killed someone, I mean." I said this last with a half smile on my face, trying to lighten the mood a little.

"No, but I might as well have," he sobbed.

"And why is that?"

"I, I think, ah, I think that I, ah, might be gay! There, I've said it! Are you happy?! Now, I'll go before you tell me to leave!"

"Pat, wait! I meant what I said! Please stay!"

"Didn't you hear what I said? I said I'm gay!"

"So? That doesn't change anything. Why should it? A true friend doesn't turn on someone for that small a reason. Why should I? What you said is what you are. It doesn't make a difference to me."

"But… but, I'm evil. I don't belong with normal people. I'd just contaminate everyone around me with my evil."

"Your friends at school, or your hoops buddies. Have you contaminated them? Are they evil? Have you done anything that would lead them to do bad? Or you, yourself, have you broken the law? Or hurt anyone?"

"No. But Rev. Erickson and my Dad say…"

"Let me guess. They've told you, and everyone else, that gays are evil; child molesters or worse: demons in disguise. Well, they're wrong! The Bible says almost nothing on the subject. They fear what they cannot understand and call it evil. Anything that is different from what they conceive of as normal is also evil."

Pat once more turned from me. I had to calm down or else I'd lose him. "Pat," I said in a quieter voice. "Pat, please sit down. I'm not angry with you. I'm angry with those who would destroy a young life before it has begun by their prejudices. There are many examples of gays prominent in history. Alexander the Great was at least bisexual. Michelangelo was gay. Were they evil? Whether someone is gay or not has no bearing on whether that person is evil. Look at me. Am I evil?"

Pat turned his head towards me and stared. "What do you mean 'Am I evil?'"

"I am gay, Pat."

He continued to stare for several minutes before he found his voice again. "How… how did you know?"

"I just never seemed to like girls. I would scope out other guys in the showers after gym and after basketball practice. At night, in bed, I would fantasize about other guys. Finally, I found someone to 'explore' with. We never made love, but my friend and I gave each other blowjobs and jacked each other off. It wasn't until college that I lost my virginity to a man who was patient enough to wait until I was ready. How about you, Pat? What makes you think you are gay?"

"Well, mostly the same things that made you think so. I don't seem to like girls. I check out guys in the showers. And I masturbate to fantasies of making out with guys, especially a couple of the guys you've seen in the park, Brad and John. Lately though, another guy has started popping up." He blushed a deep red and smiled shyly.

I smiled in return and asked the obvious. "Who is it?"

The young boy continued to blush and said quietly, "It's you, Tim."

I opened my arms wide and he scooted over into my embrace. I kissed the top of his head and hugged him tightly. After a couple of minutes, he surprised me by tilting his head back and kissing me on the lips.

"Pat, are you sure that you want to do this?"

"Yes, I am."

"Alright. Just let me know if you don't want to do something. I don't want to push you into anything."

With that, I pressed my lips against his; my tongue seeking and gaining entrance to his mouth. His tongue returning the favor by entering my mouth. We only paused for a moment to remove each others' shirts. Our hands wandered over our naked backs.

I suggested that we might want to continue this in my bedroom, since I hadn't bothered to close the curtains on my apartment's windows. Pat offered to let me lean on him as we walked to my bedroom.

As we walked to the bedroom, I happened to glance at the kitchen clock. 9:00! Where had the time gone??

"Pat, when do you have to be home?"

"8:30. Why?" He looked at the clock. "Oh shit! I better get going! See you tomorrow?"

"Probably later than today. The polls don't close until 7:00, which means I may not be home until 8-8:30. Tell you what, I'll give you a call when I get home and we'll see then."

"OK! See ya!" he said grabbing his shirt, and running out the door.

Election day passed too slowly for me. I voted when the polls opened at 7:00 am and basically sat in my office doing relatively minor paperwork until the polls closed twelve hours later. It was obvious that the measures allowing the lowering the age for sexual consent and the drinking age were going to pass by large margins shortly after the polls closed. But I had to stay until all the votes were counted as I was the town's representative on the election board (nobody else had wanted the job).

As soon as all the votes were counted and verified, I 'ran' to my car and tried to set speed records for Peckertown on the way home. Imagine my surprise when I saw a small figure sitting on the porch of my apartment. What was he doing here? Was something wrong? I got out of my car and moved as quickly as possible towards him. Pat jumped up and ran over to me, almost knocking me over in the process.

"Whoa, boy! What's up? I thought you were going to wait until I called before coming over."

"I couldn't wait. I told my folks that I had to talk with you about something. They said OK, but be back by ten o'clock. They also said that I wouldn't be going into school tomorrow, that we had to talk about what the family would do now."

"OK. Let's go inside. Want something to drink?"

"A Pepsi please," he replied as he walked into the apartment.

I got him a Pepsi and myself a Miller Lite. I went into the living room, no Pat. "Where are you?" I shouted.

"In the bedroom!"

I walked into my bedroom and saw one of the most beautiful sights I had yet seen in Peckertown. Pat sat on my bed wearing just a pair of blue and green boxers, the rest of his clothes scattered on the floor. His smile would have lit up the darkest night. His body looked like it belonged on a young Greek god. Smooth chest and stomach with just a hint of the man he would become. Legs covered by a thin scattering of blond hairs as were his arms. I think I was in love!

Pat motioned me to sit down next to him. "Can we start where we left off last night?"

"Sure," I answered. I put down the two drinks and proceeded to strip down to my own boxers. I leaned over and wrapped my arms around him, one hand on his back, the other behind his head.

As our lips met, his tongue darted into my mouth and began a long duel with my tongue. If this was his first time, he was a fast learner.

Eventually, the duel was broken off. I looked into Pat's eyes and saw a need for more there. I gently pushed him down on to his back and kissed his forehead. "Pat, if you feel uncomfortable, tell me and I'll stop."

His husky reply was that he would certainly let me know. I then proceeded to kiss and lick my way down his teenage body. I kissed him once more, lightly, on the lips. Then his neck. His shoulders. I worked my way onto his chest. Slowly sucking on one nipple, licking my way over to the other nipple, slowly sucking on it, then back to the first nipple to start the process over again. His response was to grab hold of my head and keep it on his chest. That and a low moan that seemed to come from the depths of his soul.

I finally broke off from his chest leaving behind two wet and hard nipples. Licking my way down his torso, I stopped momentarily to suck on his belly button, an innie. At this point I moved one of my hands to his crotch and began to message an already hard teenage cock. More and louder groans emerged from Pat.

"Tim, if you don't stop I'm going to cum," he moaned.

"Well, then I suppose that I better make sure that we don't make a mess." I tugged on his boxers to pull them down and he raised his hips to help. I now got my first look at his cock. About 6" [15 cm] long, cut and hard. The stimulation he had been getting had led to a large wet spot on the boxers and a small pool of pre-cum between crotch and belly button.

I moved the cock out of the way so as to lick up the pre-cum. It was the sweetest tasting in memory. I began to lick my way around his cock down to his balls. More moans as first one ball than the other and finally both found their way into my mouth.

"Please," he cried. "Make me cum. OH GOD!! Please suck me-e-e-e!"

How could I turn down such a request? I released his balls and took the head of his cock in between my lips and lightly sucked. Unfortunately, for I wanted this to last, that was all it took.

"AAAAARGH! HERE IT CUMS, TIM!!! I'M CU-U-U-M-M-M-M-I-N-G!!!!!!! OH GOD! I'M CUMMING!" he screamed as his body went rigid as a steel rod. As for myself, it was like being in the middle of a one cannon artillery barrage. The first several shots of cum went right down my throat not even stopping to let me taste it. When the barrage finally slowed, I was able to enjoy the sweet taste of a teenage boy.

I licked the now softening cock clean and looked up to see a sleepy smile on Pat's face.

"God, Tim. That was great. I've never had such feelings before. It was fantastic."

"Glad you liked it."

"Would you like me to do it for you?"

"You don't have to. I'm just glad I was able to do it for you."

"I want to. Now lay back and enjoy."

Pat started out the same way I had. A light kiss on the lips followed by the licking and sucking of my nipples and chest. What made Pat's sucking different was the hard cock that had laid itself against my calf. It was leaving a trail of precum as Pat moved down my body.

When Pat finished my chest, he stood and took off my boxers releasing my 7 inches from its cloth prison. He starred at it for a few seconds before leaning over and drawing it into his mouth. Inexperienced as Pat was, I had to tell him how to avoid scraping my cock with his teeth by covering them with his lips. However, once he got into it, he was quite good. Good enough to bring me to the edge in short order.

"Pat, if you don't want to have a mouthful of cum, you'd better back off now."

"Mmmph" was all the answer that I got.

"Pat," I said. "this is the last warning you're going to get! OH PAT! HERE IT CUMS! OHHHHHHHH!" It was one of the most powerful orgasms I can remember having and Pat took it all and swallowed.

When he was finished licking me clean, he snuggled up to me and laid his head on my chest. "Well?" I asked. "Did you like it?"

"I loved it. Although I didn't expect so much cum. I hope you won't think I'm not serious, but I think I love you."

"Are you sure? I mean, you're still young and I don't want to have you hurt over what might just be an infatuation for you."

Tears began to form in his eyes as he replied, "I'm sure."

"OK, what about this?" I looked at the clock: 9:45. "It's just about ten. What do you say we get together tomorrow afternoon? I'll take the afternoon off and we'll meet in the park around 2:00. All right?"

"All right." He walked towards the door with his head down.

"Pat?"

"Yeah, what?" came the sullen reply.

"I think I may be in love with you too." That brought an immediate smile to his face as he walked out the door.

I had a lot of thinking to do. If we did love each other, it was possible that we wouldn't have too much time together depending on what his parents did. I didn't want him to get hurt if his folks decided that the family should leave Arkansas. If his family did leave, there was not much chance I'd be able to follow. I suppose it might come down to how committed the Thompsons were to following Reverend Erickson around. Especially since I didn't believe that Erickson would stay around in what he was sure to see as an unholy situation. Perhaps some solution could be found which would allow Pat to stay here. I fell asleep thinking what that would be like.

I went to work the next morning feeling nervous about the afternoon. The Mayor agreed to give me the afternoon off as a reward for working so hard the previous five weeks. Even though it was what I wanted, the granting of the time off actually increased my nervousness. I was feeling very frazzled when the phone in my office rang around 10.

"Hello!" I snapped.

"Is Tim Johnson there?" inquired a female voice.

"Speaking. What can I do for you?"

"This is Leah Thompson, Pat's mother. Would you please come over right away?"

This didn't sound good. "Is something wrong, Mrs. Thompson? Is Pat alright?"

"Just get over here right now!" she said as she slammed down the phone.

I was now in a state of semi-panic. What was going on? Her demand for my presence without answering my query about Pat seemed to indicate that he was alright physically. That probably meant that something had slipped during Pat's recital of what he did at my apartment. I hobbled out the door as fast as I could leaning on my cane. I told the secretary that I had to leave because of an emergency and didn't stop to give an explanation. I hopped into my car and drove over to the Thompson house without any incident.

As I raised my hand to knock on the door, an older man opened the door. "Get in here, you demon!"

This was not starting out well. I went into the family room and noticed that Pat was sitting on the couch, quietly crying. I moved to join him on the couch but was told to sit elsewhere. I sat down on a side chair opposite Pat.

"How are you doing Pat? Is everything OK?"

"My son is not to talk to you! You were summoned here to explain yourself!" the old man, who I assumed to be Pat's father, shouted at me. "What did you do to my son? He was a loving obedient son before you got your hooks into him! Now he says that he is gay, that he loves you and is not going to leave you! What sorcery, what drugs did you use? What filth did you pour into his mind?"

"He did nothing to me! I've always been this way!" Pat sobbed. His outburst netted Pat a hard backhanded slap to the face.

"You are to remain quiet!! Do you understand?"

"Hey! Leave him alone! He's done nothing wrong!" I shouted. "I didn't do anything other than provide somebody he could talk to. Somebody who would be understanding of what he was going through. Yes, I'm gay; but we didn't do anything either of us should be ashamed of. As far as his loving me goes, well, I return that love ten-fold. I can't think of anyone who deserves that love more."

"Demon!" Mr. Thompson hissed. "You will rot in hell as sure as Jesus Christ was the Son of God, but you will not drag my son down to hell with you! I swear it on the Holy Bible!"

"What happened to the God of the New Testament? Didn't Jesus say to 'Love thy neighbor as thy self' and 'Love thy enemy?' Only two verses in the Bible refer to homosexuality. If you followed the Bible as you say you do you'd be living in the Middle Ages! Most of modern life can be said to be in violation of the Bible if you interpret it to the letter. Leave Pat to make his own choices. And have confidence in him."

I turned to Pat, "Pat, call me when you can. You know where to get me if you need me. Mr. and Mrs. Thompson, I wish that I could say that it was nice to meet Pat's parents, but I'll settle for saying good-bye." With that I rose uneasily from the chair and walked to the door, leaning heavily on my cane.

"Wait! I'll get the door for you," Pat shouted after me. Before his parents could react, Pat had jumped up and run to the door and opened it.

"I love you and I don't want to leave you."

"Don't worry Pat. Just meet me in the park as we originally planned and we'll talk some more."

I left the Thompson house hoping that I'd done the right thing in not staying. The reason that I had felt that I had to leave was the feeling that if I had stayed, Pat would end up taking the brunt of his father's anger when I finally did leave. And there was no question in my mind that the scene would have gotten much uglier if I had stayed.

I went back to my apartment and nervously puttered around until quarter to one, when I began my walk to the park. Arriving there, I saw that some of the guys who were normally there shooting around. But no Pat. I checked my watch. Five minutes to. I was early. I waited for him to show. Five minutes passed, then ten, then fifteen and still no Pat. When twenty minutes had passed and Pat had still not appeared, I asked the boys if they had heard from or seen Pat.

A boy, who identified himself as Brian, told me that Pat had stopped by earlier carrying a gymbag and with a backpack on his shoulder. Pat had said that if somebody asked for him, that he would be down at the Jorgenson's restaurant. I walked back to my apartment to get my car and headed over to the restaurant.

I walked into the restaurant. I noticed Daniel Jorgenson walking around the room, helping out bussing the tables.

"Daniel, have you seen Pat Thompson?" I asked.

"Yes, he's in the corner booth in back. Is something wrong? He looked like he had been crying recently."

"Shit. I hope nothing more is wrong. He had gotten into an argument with his father earlier today." I gave Daniel a very brief summary of what had gone on. "What happened after I left?"

"I don't know, but it doesn't look good. Can I help with anything?"

"Not right now, Daniel. First, I want to find out what's going on myself. But I'll call you if we need help. Will you be here for a while?"

"Yes, I'll be here."

Leaving Daniel to continue what he had been doing, I walked towards the back of the restaurant. In the corner booth sat the boy, no young man I had fallen in love with. His gymbag and backpack sat on the bench next to him. His eyes were red from crying. My anger at what his parents may of done rose as my imagination went wild. I sat down across from him.

"Pat, what's wrong?"

All I got in return was sobs.

"Pat, please tell me what's wrong. I want to help, but I can't if you don't tell me what's wrong."

He looked up at me, tears streaming down his face. "I've been thrown out of my home."

"What happened after I left?"

"My parents took turns screaming at me for about an hour," he said between sobs. "I wasn't allowed to say much. Finally, my father asked whether I was going to give up this 'silly and dangerous' choice I had made to follow the Word of God. When I replied that I couldn't give up what I knew to be right for me, he told me that I would have it beaten out of me.

"I was told to strip to my underwear and stand facing the wall. He took off his belt and wrapped the buckle end around his hand, leaving about a two feet [60 cm] swinging free. He then proceeded to whip me with his belt, landing fifteen blows on my back and butt. The question was then repeated as to whether I would obey his demand that I desist from the path I was going down. I refused, saying that I could not change what I was.

"My father shouted that I could not possibly be his son and that I was to leave the house as I obviously didn't belong there. I was given twenty minutes to get my belongings together and get out. I made it out of the house and down to the park where I told the guys that I couldn't play. I told them where I would be and to tell you to find me there. I made my way to a bench in the park where what had happened in the previous couple of hours finally hit me and I cried.

"I sat there for sometime. Eventually I stopped crying, got up and came here. I told Daniel that I wanted to sit in an out of the way booth. He told me to sit here and asked if he could help me with anything. I told him no, but that if someone came looking for me, to tell them where I was."

As he finished, Pat began to sob once more. I scooted over and wrapped my arms around him, holding him close. "Let it out, Pat. Just go with it. I'm here for you and will never leave you."

He looked up at me, tears still falling from his eyes. Those deep blue eyes were so full of love and trust that my heart almost broke. A clearing throat brought us both back to the real world.

A young waiter stood next to the table. "Daniel sent me over. Did either of you want anything?"

I looked at Pat, and then back at our waiter. "A Pepsi for Pat, and I'll have a Diet Pepsi. Thanks."

"No problem. I'll be back in a minute."

I returned to looking at Pat. "Well what should we do now? Did you want to go back to my apartment, or is there somewhere else you'd rather go?"

He was silent for several minutes, as if he was thinking it through. He wiped his eyes with the napkin on the table, sniffled once, then turned to look me in the eye. "Could we go back to your apartment? Please?"

"Sure. Let's finish our sodas first though." With that, the waiter set our sodas on the table. We sat drinking our sodas quietly. As soon as we finished, we got up and left. I told the waiter to pass along my thanks to Daniel.

Pat put his gymbag and his backpack in the back seat of the car. I got in and started it up as he buckled up. "We have some talking to do. My apartment only has one bedroom and one bathroom. Now of course, the fact is that it wouldn't be a problem with only one bed, but I'm not that old that I don't remember what it is to be a teenager in the morning." This brought a laugh from Pat.

"I'm glad that you can still laugh," I said as I reached over and mussed up his hair.

Pat practically ran the 100 yard [90 m] dash when we reached my apartment. By the time I had worked my way up the stairs, he had already emptied his bags and was starting to look for places to put his things! He had definitely recovered his energy from earlier.

"Pat?"

"Huh?"

"Did you want me to take a look at your back? I want to make sure its OK."

He popped his head out the bedroom door. "If you think it should be looked at, OK."

"Come here then. Sit down and take off your shirt." He did. "Now face the couch."

I took one look at Pat's back and my anger grew at his parents. That anger increased further when I ran my fingers over his back. Each time my fingers ran over a welt from the belt whipping, Pat tensed up and grimaced. "Pat, stay right here. I'm going to get some lotion to kind of sooth your back."

I rubbed his back with the skin lotion to the accompaniment of "Ooohs!" and "Aaahs!" This, plus the fact that I just loved even touching his bare skin, led to a growing bulge in my pants. I had to control myself! As much as my body wanted to, my mind told me that it would be wrong to take advantage of the situation.

Pat, however, had other ideas. As I finished rubbing in the lotion, he turned around, grabbed my head and planted his lips on mine. Man, oh man. His tongue quickly forced its way past my lips and deep into my mouth. I was so startled that it took me a couple of minutes to respond.

When I did respond, my tongue found its way into his mouth. My hands worked their way down his chest and stomach on the way to his jeans. My right hand tried undoing his jeans, while my left massaged the big bulge it found. His moans let me know that he was enjoying it.

I broke off the kiss long enough to suggest that this be continued in a more comfortable place, namely the bedroom. He sighed and agreed. We both got up and walked, or hobbled in my case, as my knee had gotten stiff to the bedroom. On his way there, he stripped off his shoe, socks, pants, and underwear, as if to leave me a trail to follow.

I joined him in the bedroom to find what I believed then, and continue to believe now, was one of the most beautiful sights I've ever seen. Pat's nude body including a very hard and long six inches [15 cm] of boy meat that was on a level almost parallel to his stomach. I smiled and sat on the edge of the bed. I began to unbutton my shirt, but was stopped by Pat.

"Please, Tim. I want to do this for you."

"Sure. If you want, go ahead."

He proceeded to unbutton my shirt, slowly undoing each button. When he had finished, he pulled the shirt off my shoulders and began to lick his way down from my neck. Slowly, ever so slowly, his tongue and lips licked and sucked their way across my chest, stopping for awhile at my nipples. He sucked on them long enough for his hands to reach down and undo my pants, thereby releasing my own hard cock. He stopped his sucking long enough to take my pants and underwear off along with my shoes and socks.

I pushed him away and scooted further onto the bed. I then took him into my arms and pulled him down on top of me. We kissed long and hard all the while grinding our crotches into each others. As horny as we both were, I was surprised that nobody came.

Coming up for air, I asked Pat, "Pat, you can say no if you want to, but I want to fuck your cute little ass."

He hesitated then said, "OK. But please be gentle. I've never done this before."

"I'll go very slowly. It will probably hurt at first, but the pain will go away and you'll feel as if it never was anything but pleasurable. In fact, I'll loosen you up a bit first." I reached into my night stand and got a tube of KY jelly out.

Spreading some on my index finger, I told Pat to lay on his back and pull his knees up to his chest. That done, I got my first look at Pat's asshole. It seemed so small and pink that I hesitated to continue. But I knew that as small as it looked, his hole would be able to take cock. Hell, I had seen mine before and it looked about the same size at one point in college before I had been fucked.

I took my lubed-up finger and rubbed it around his hole in slowly contracting circles before I slowly began to insert it into Pat. The first penetration brought an "Oh!" from him. Soon I had my finger in up to the first knuckle and began gently to stretch his hole, moving the finger in and out until it was in as far as the hand. I added a second finger and repeated the process. And then, a third.

At this point, Pat practically begged me to fuck him. I removed my fingers, rubbed some lube on my cock and lined it up with his hole. It was somewhat awkward, as my left knee was still stiff and uncomfortable. But it was worth it! My cock sank slowly into Pat's willing body. As I had told him, it hurt a little at the beginning, but my young love was soon thrusting back at me every time I thrust my cock into him.

I began to speed up my thrusts as I came closer to cumming. Pat wrapped his legs around my waist just as I felt the orgasm begin to hit. "OH, PAT! HERE IT CUMS! I'M GOING TO FILL YOU UP! OHHHHH, GOD! I'M CUMMMMMIINNNG! AAAARGHH!!!" I felt like I pumped at least a quart [1 liter] into him.

At the same time, having had his prostate repeatedly rubbed by my cock, Pat began to orgasm as well. "OH, TIM! I WANT YOU TO CUM IN ME! FUCK ME HARD AND MAKE ME CUM! OH! OH! OH! I'M GOING TO CUM! I'M … GOING … TO …CUMMMMMMMMM! I'M CUMMMMMIIIINNGG!" With that, his cock shot cum in a high arc that landed on his forehead. His second shot landed on his lips, the third on his chest, with successive shots working their way down his body towards his crotch.

I pulled out of his ass and flattened my self on top of him. We kissed gently and for a long time, relishing the orgasms that we had given each other. We finally fell asleep.

I awoke to the sound of a toilet flushing. Obviously, Pat was up before me. I looked over at the bathroom door in time to see him walk back into the room. The sight was one I hoped I would always see when I woke up; Pat, nude, walking back to bed, cock swaying back and forth like as metronome.

"Hi ya sleepyhead."

"Hi yourself, sexy. Are you hungry?"

"Starving. What do you have to eat in this place?"

"Just the usual bachelor's fare."

"In other words, whatever's cheap and not very nutritious."

"Well, I wouldn't go that far. But what did you want and we take it from there."

"How about some steaks and baked potatoes?"

"I think that I can manage that. I was saving the steaks for a special event. This certainly qualifies," I said, picking up my boxers and putting them on. I looked over at Pat, whose eyes had begun to water again. "What's the matter, Pat?"

"I'm just happy that someone would consider having dinner with me to be a special event. After this afternoon…"

Tears started down his face again. I reached over and pulled him into my embrace. "Pat, Pat. Don't ever think that you are not special. You are certainly special to me. I love you so much that it would tear me apart if something happened to you. I want you to stay with me for as long as you want. I will never kick you out of our home. Do you understand me?"

"Do you really mean that? I can stay with you?"

"Yes, you can. We'll manage to work things out, even if that means finding a new place to live."

"Why would it mean finding a new place to live?"

"For one thing, there really isn't much space for two people to have all their stuff. Also, while I have no intention of kicking you out of my bed, I think you should have the option of sleeping in your own bed. You should have some space in which to do your schoolwork without being interrupted. What's the smile for?"

"There's a rumor among some of the students that the school may be shut down if too many students pull out. I know that my dad was going to pull out us kids from school as soon as Reverend Erickson determines where his followers will settle. The other thing is that a lot of boys have been coming into town and none of them give any indication of enrolling in school."

"I guess I'll just have to home school you if necessary. I'll climb that hill when we get to it."

"Tim, if you'll let me, I'd like to see if I could find a job; it's the least I can do to help with the expenses."

"I appreciate the offer Pat, but let's wait until the school's closed before we explore that option."

The next few days were tough for Pat. Rumors about what happened at the Thompson house had begun to circulate around the school. The fact that none of his siblings acknowledged his existence when they passed in school didn't help matters. Daniel Jorgenson would talk to Pat whenever he had the opportunity, but few others would follow Daniel's lead. Finally, ten days after the vote, amid declining attendance, the School Board announced that, until further notice, the schools were closing. To say that Pat felt more than a little relief at the news would be an understatement.

I didn't know how to proceed at this point. It is true that I told him that if the schools closed, I would home school him. I just hoped that his natural intelligence would come to the fore and he wouldn't have to rely too much on me for a formal education.

His sexual education was something that I felt I could handle, however. Almost every night, we made love at least once before going to sleep. He learned how to make love not just going through the motions of having sex. Usually we would both strip down and engage in a long and deep kiss. A blow job or 69 would follow. If he wanted to, he would fuck me; or not.

The first time he fucked me was memorable. Pat had finished his homework and had indicated the he wanted to go to our bedroom and cuddle. One thing led to another, and intended or not, we got naked. I held him in my arms for sometime before he made a move. Pat leaned back so that he put me on my back, rolled over and kissed me. While he was kissing me, I felt both our cocks harden. He began a humping motion that threatened to send us both over the edge in a short. I decided that I did not want him to waste his cum.

"Pat, I want, no I need you to fuck me."

"Are you sure? I've never fucked anybody before."

"Then, I'll be ecstatic to be your first."

I asked him whether he wanted me on my hands and knees or on my back. He replied that he wanted to see my face so that he would know if he was hurting me. I told him that he wouldn't hurt me, as he would not be the first to fuck me. He brought my legs over his shoulders.

"Tim, I'm nervous about this."

"I told you that you can't hurt me. In fact, I'll probably enjoy it as much or more than you will. I wasn't kidding when I said I needed you. I love you more than anything on earth and want you to be happy! Just do it!"

He lined his hardened cock up on my asshole, pushed the head up against the hole, then applied more pressure to get past the sphincter. As though he expected to cause me some discomfort, Pat very slowly sank his 6" [15 cm] into my butt.

"Well, that certainly took long enough."

"I didn't want to hurt you."

"Do I look like I'm in pain? If this is supposed to be pain, I would hate to think what pleasure would be like."

"OK, then. Here goes!" He began to work his cock in and out of my ass, slowly at first but rapidly picking up speed as teenage lust overtook him. Very soon, Pat was going into overdrive.

"Oh God! OHHHHH! AAAHHH! I GO-ING TO CUMMMMM! OOOOHH! HERE IT CUMS, TIM! I'M C-C-CUMMMING! AARGH!" With those words, I felt his cock begin to fill my ass with his hot cum. It rapidly approached the point where I thought that he was going fill me up to overflowing; but I was lucky.

Needless to say my prostate was getting worked on with every thrust by Pat. No sooner had he begun to cum then I passed the point of no return. Cum soaked my chest and stomach.

Pat pulled out of me with a 'plop!' and collapsed on top of me. He looked up at me. "That was great! I've never felt like that before! Was it as good for you?"

"Yes, it was. Anything I do with you is great. I know that I've said this before, but I love you with all my heart." I emphasized my feelings with a wet, sloppy kiss.

Author's note:
This story is based on a recurring nightmare I suffered from when I was growing up as a gay teenager. Thank God it never happened, and I hope this never happens to a gay young person.
Sid Gittler's Note:
This story includes scenes of violence and gunfights. Neither David nor I believe that physical violence is the way to solve problems except in self-defense.

I stand on the porch of my little cabin close to the water's edge of Peckerwood Lake. I've been here ten months now, and I finally feel at peace with myself. This place has done me some good, and the people here have been kind to me. My lover Sergei has helped me so much by just being there for me. He tells me there are times that he just doesn't know the right words to say, so he hugs me close to him and that does me more good than words could. I sit on the edge of the porch and watch the sun rise. The simple beauty of the sunrise moves me, and I pray silently.

"Thanks God, for giving me another day of living, the strength to get through it, and the wisdom to do and say the right thing."

Sergei sits next to me and hands me a cup of tea. We hold hands and watch the sun rise. It's going to be another beautiful day. I turn to him and we kiss, a simple kiss filled with love. I sigh, and he holds me close. This is what I have always wanted. To be loved by one of my choosing, not by whom society dictates that I must. I ask myself time and time again why people hate gay people. Makes no sense at all. He leads me inside and we sit at the table where breakfast waits.

After breakfast, I go and start my stretches for my daily workouts. Together we run at least three miles a day, workout on the weight pile I built next to the cabin (a slab of cement 20 x 20 with a bench, a few bars, and a ton of plates), and practice our martial arts. I am getting better and stronger day by day, my recovery slow but progressing. I've been clean and sober seven months, and I feel good about myself. Sergei is a great source of support, he loves me unconditionally.

Life Has Turned Into A Good Thing.

Life wasn't always good for me. To understand why I say that, perhaps I should start at the beginning. My name is Kenny Anderson. I am now fourteen years old, living in Peckertown, Arkansas. I came here ten months ago from Wyoming. I was born in a small town in Wyoming. I forget the name now. I lived there with my parents and a brother.

Life was okay until I turned eleven. I started growing quickly, growing faster physically than emotionally. The changes in my body scared me, and I wasn't sure what was going on. To make things worse, I have a hearing disability. I'm deaf in my left ear, severe loss in my right. I wear a hearing aid to help my hearing. Even with my new model I miss things.

The kids in my school knew it and if someone said something to me, I'd give them a funny look or say something completely different. They all made fun of me because of it.

To top things off, I started having funny feelings every time another boy was next to me. The other boys were more appealing to me than girls. That really scared me.

I developed this fantasy world where I was the hero and everyone adored me. I got so deep into it my parents started to worry. They took me to a psychiatrist, Dr. James Grayson. The guy seemed nice at first, helping me with my feelings of loneliness. As he got to know me, he started to change a little at a time. When I told him about being attracted to other boys, he told me I was having gay tendencies, and that it was wrong. That confused me even more. I told him about jacking off to the thoughts of being with a naked boy.

I don't know what he told my parents, but they took me to a place they said I would stay for a time to get lots of help.

Something about that two story white building scared me. I jumped out of the car when it stopped and ran like hell. The security men chased me all the way to the wire fence. I started climbing a tree to try to get over the fence. One of them grabbed my foot and pulled me out of the tree. I fell on the grass and they jumped on me. Last thing I recall was the smell of the grass.

I woke sometime later to find myself strapped down in a bed with just my green briefs on. Grayson sat next to the bed.

"Well, you're finally awake. Good, we can begin. You are in a hospital now. Your parents decided that they don't want you living with them anymore, so they gave you up to us. We are going to cure you of being gay. Rules to follow are that you obey everything we say. You will never take a shower alone; you will be watched as you do. Any attempt to masturbate will be met with immediate punishment," Grayson smiled at me.

"Please let me go. I promise to be good!" I pleaded, really scared.

His laughter scared me even more. "You will never leave here."

I shivered in fear. Why was this happening? I heard a door open and looked to see a man enter. Something about him terrified me. I started struggling, trying to break free of the straps.

"This is going to be your new friend, his name is Bob Moulson. Bob, our friend needs to be corrected here. He's not paying attention," Grayson said. Moulson stepped up next to the bed, a smile on his face. It wasn't a friendly one.

"I'm going to enjoy playing with you," he said. Then he slapped me hard on both sides of my face, four times. That hurt right then, and that was just the beginning. They laughed as I cried. They walked out of the room, slamming the heavy metal door. The boom of the door being slammed shut on me echoed through the room. As far as I was concerned, it was the door to hell, and I was on the wrong side. I was twelve years old.

I won't go into a whole lot of detail, what they did to me was gruesome, terrible, painful, and depraved. I lost all track of time in there. I remember so little of what they did. I recall their faces above me, laughing the whole time. I remember begging and pleading to be let go.

The next thing I recall was waking up in a field. It was raining, the ground muddy. I was in so much pain, I could barely move. I got to my hands and knees, tried to stand, failed. I chose a direction and started to crawl in it. I was so out of it, I didn't know if this was reality or not. When I reached a building in the center of a field, I got into it and collapsed on the floor. I woke again to sounds in there. I managed to sit up and looked around. The pain in my head refused to go away. I realized the sounds were the animals in the building.

"I'm in a barn," I said out loud.

The animals stared at me like they had never seen a naked human before. I felt self-conscious about sitting there. I managed to get to my feet. Holding on to the wood rails, I moved around the barn until I found the bathroom. That's where I got my first look at myself, and my first shock at what they had done to me. I found a rag in the bathroom and washed myself off after relieving myself.

I turned to the mirror and saw a big tattoo of a Chinese dragon on the right side of my chest. I saw at least four other tattoos on me. I stumbled back in horror.

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME!" I screamed.

I fell against the wall with my back and collapsed. I felt shock, horror, anger, hate, and revulsion. Revulsion about how I looked. All I could do then was cry. Tears rolled down my face. I felt so violated. I sat there for a long time. Finally, I realized I was thirsty. I got a drink of water from the sink's tap. I stumbled out of the bathroom, felt a chill on me and realized I needed clothes. I looked around the barn and finally came up with some boy's clothes that fit me. I felt a bit better having put on the shorts and shirt. I still needed some more clothes.

I left the barn and walked up the slight incline to the top. Off in the distance, I saw a house. I walked toward it, hoping there wouldn't be any dog there. So far, so good. I got closer and noticed there wasn't any cars parked in the driveway. Maybe they went away for a day or two, I thought. I got up next to the house and very quietly sneaked around the corner. There were newspapers stacked on the porch.

"Shit! The place is empty!" I realized.

I checked the entire lower floor for an open window or an unlocked door. I found one small window open and crawled in. I very carefully sneaked around the house. Sure enough, nobody was home.

"What do I do now?" I wondered aloud.

The loud growl from my stomach answered that one. I opened a soup can and had that first, knowing I hadn't had a decent meal in ages. Last good meal was the breakfast before Mom and Dad took me to that place. All the hospital fed me was oatmeal and corn meal. I hate that shit now. Even smelling it makes me want to puke.

After the soup went down, I went and found the boy's room on the top floor. I hated doing it, but I had no choice. I took some of the boy's clothes I found. Before I put them on, I went and had my first real shower in who knows how long. Sure felt good. The mirrors in that bathroom were set up in a way that I could see myself from every angle. In addition to the dragon on my chest, there was an eagle on the back of my left shoulder, a snarling Woody the woodpecker on my left biceps, a smaller blue and black dragon on my left forearm, and a simple chain link around my upper right arm. There were countless scars as well. I couldn't even imagine how they got there. I walked out of the bathroom feeling numb. Why? Why did they hurt me like that? I had no idea why.

I stayed there for the rest of the day. I went and got the papers off the porch and read them. What I read shocked me. Grayson was claiming I had killed a nurse in order to escape. The cops were saying that I killed my family in revenge for locking me up. That sent me over the edge. I broke down and cried. There was no way I could ever do that. I loved my family too much to do that. I noted the date on the paper. Next shock of the day, I had lost six months. Six months! I remembered being taken to the hospital on a Friday in June, right after the last day of school. It was early December, according to the paper.

Deep down in my heart, I knew that Moulson and Grayson had much to answer for. I knew they were the ones who did the killings and were framing me for it. Anything I said against them would be dismissed as an attempt to save my ass. I decided the only way to stay alive and try to prove my innocence was to run to Canada.

Easier said than done, right? I started searching the house again, this time from top to bottom. I found a hiker's backpack, a 9mm Ruger, blankets, a compass, and took them. I loaded the pack with canned food, a can opener, and silverware, more of the boy's clothes, a map, and extra boxes of ammo for the Ruger. I didn't know how to shoot it or how it worked, but I was going to find out.

Dad never got around to teaching me how to shoot his. I left a note on the wall where the family could see it when I left the house the next night. I had tried to sleep, but couldn't. No dreams, just terrifying nightmares. I heard a loud boom, then a face, heard laughter. I was having flashbacks as well. Things I really don't want to describe. Most of the time I was being raped and/or beaten, that I do remember. Maybe that's where I got my scars. It was dark when I left. Feeling like a complete heel, I had taken money as well. I remember who they were, and paid them back, or tried to. They refused the money and said they understood why, nice folks.

Anyway, I left there and started north. I walked until it got light. I was far away from everything, so I took out the gun and really examined it. Within fifteen minutes I understood how it worked. I loaded one round and worked the slide. I fired it, and to my surprise, I could handle it well. After firing that first shot, I thought about how easy it would be just to end it all right there, right then. That thought ran around in my head for awhile. Just put a bullet in the gun, put it against my head, and pull the trigger. I wrote a note and stuck it in my pocket, asking that they lay me down next to my family. I put the magazine back into the gun and raised it to my head, and paused a moment.

I closed my eyes, and before I could pull the trigger, the image of Mom's face came up before me. She stood there with tears running down her face, and that scared me. I snapped to, realizing I was still standing in the field. I dropped the gun, then fell to my knees, crying. Mom saved my life that day, and it was then that I realized they had no idea what was done to me.

I forgave them. I got back to my feet, picked up the gun. I filled the magazine with 17 rounds, then worked the slide and rapid fired the gun dry. Very manageable, I reloaded it and put it back in the holster on my belt. I hiked most of the day.

What I didn't know was Moulson had gone to the town in front of me and was talking to the cops there about catching me. I walked in to the town late afternoon and decided to stop at a store and get some things. I went inside and started looking around. I got down to the end of a row, turned the corner, and walked straight into him. I stumbled backwards.

"He's here," Moulson yelled, jumping back and reaching for a gun. I beat him to the draw and fired first, my anger and hate so hot. I missed him and hit a stuffed bunny instead. The customers in the store panicked and ran like hell.

"I'm gonna get you!" he had yelled.

"Fuck you," I shouted.

We fired at each other, missing each time. I did get him to back off though. I ran to the front of the store, and stopped. Somebody had called the cops. Glass shattered as Moulson fired at me. I ducked and rolled, avoiding the bullets. I moved fast, staying low and under cover. Once I got into a row, I ran down it to the back. I ran through the back door, and out of the store. I heard footsteps behind me and risked a look. It was Moulson, hot on my tail. I double tapped fired at him, making him fall into a mud puddle. I laughed at his face when he came out of it. He wasn't happy. He fired back at me. I kept running, trying to avoid him. I managed to shake him in a shopping mall. I moved very carefully for the rest of the day. There were so many cops out I wondered how I didn't get spotted. I learned later that Moulson was accusing the cops of not doing their jobs. The cops were just as angry. I had to be more careful.

In the four months I was on the run, Moulson and I had countless shootouts. Between us we destroyed three shopping malls, eight department stores, six markets, countless police cars, and one mini mart. Pure luck nobody else ever got hurt or killed. We sure wounded each other plenty of times. I was getting tired of running, the nightmares, the flashbacks, the fights, and hurting all the time. I never fired at a cop because I didn't hate them. They didn't do anything to me at all. They were victims as much as I was. Moulson constantly fooling and lying to them. That's the other reason why I didn't sue them. I was getting good at handling guns; I had graduated to shooting a .454 Casull. That is a mean gun. You have to really hang onto that one or it will knock your lights out, guaranteed. By that time I'd gained the measurable amount of arm strength needed to handle that gun. First time I fired it at Moulson, he literally jumped out of his socks.

"Where did you get the cannon, kid?" he asked.

"That's for me to know and you to find out," I yelled.

I had gotten it from some big shot rancher who was forcing people to harvest his produce by holding their kids hostage. He was abusing the kids too. I freed the kids, blew his safe, stole the money out of it and gave it to all the people there in the fields. I even protected the union reps that came down after I called them. Those folks voted in the union. When the guy and his army showed up, the fight got started. We won that fight, thanks to some very well placed traps and unusual weapons. After we raided the guy's house for food and anything else we could find, I collected a few more guns for my own defense. The Casull was one of them.

I had to hide when the cops came in to find out what had happened. I guess that's how the Young Dragon tag got started. It was a hot day, and I had pulled off my shirt to try and keep cool. Everyone saw the tattoos and scars. Once they heard the story, they were sympathetic. Sure freaked out the rich dude and his goons. He wasn't the only bad guy I fought besides Moulson. There were plenty more of them. Things got to the point to where I was fighting virtually non-stop.

But I did have my peaceful moments. There was one morning I had spent the night by the side of a small lake. I had gotten there way after dark and had wrapped myself up in blankets almost immediately. I woke up only when I felt something on my face. It was a fawn, checking me out.

I held perfectly still, not wanting to scare it. It was just breaking daylight. I could see the outline of a larger deer at the water's edge. The fawn trotted down to the water's edge and I sat up. It was just beautiful. The early morning mist was lying on the water, the sun just barely peeking over the distant mountain range, animals getting their morning drink at the water's edge; flowers and tall grass as far as I could see. In that moment, I felt so at peace with myself. I felt calm, collected, better than I had in ages.

I had heard John Denver sing a song about something like this once before. I wondered if he had found something like this that had inspired him to write that song. The words went through my mind, and I felt tears on my face. I stood up, and watched the eagles flying high above me. This was heaven.

"Thanks God, for giving me another day of living, the strength to get through it, and the wisdom to do and say the right thing," I whispered. I hoped He heard me.

The next time Moulson and I met, he had a Casull too. He managed to get the drop on me and had me lined up in the sights. He was holding it too loose. Yup, he turned off his lights with it.

The recoil was so powerful, the barrel whipped right up and temporarily parked it's self between his beady eyes. I couldn't help it. I laughed my ass off. So did the cops. They probably enjoyed the sight as much as I did! Naturally, I escaped again. He got himself on TV, saying that he would catch me someday and make me pay for my crimes. We continued battling each other across the state, right up to the border. It was then that the roof finally fell in for Moulson.

We were fighting in a shopping mall. I was running low on ammo, had lost all my guns except for the Casull. I sneaked into a small gun store and 'borrowed' some bullets. Moulson was yelling at me to come out and give it up. By this time I was so sick and tired of him, I decided killing him was worth prison. I managed to get the drop on him.

"Easy kid," he smiled. "Don't be doing anything stupid."

"You've done enough, Moulson. What you did to me was bad enough. Killing those people and my family was really bad. You are going to pay for that right now," I said, raising the gun.

"Kenny, this is the fbi. Don't kill him, you'll only make things worse," the voice sounded through the bullhorn. "We know the truth. We have evidence to prove your innocence."

Moulson swallowed nervously. My rage went up a few notches.

"You fucker. You don't deserve to live," I screamed.

Moulson got on his knees and began to beg for his life, seeing the look in my eyes, I guess he knew I was going to kill him. I sure wanted to.

"Please, mercy. Don't do this, please! I beg you for mercy," he pleaded. "Mercy? You ask me for mercy, when I begged and pleaded for mercy when you tortured me, raped me, beat me, and caused me all kinds of pain? Fuck you!" I screamed at him.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please! Mercy!" he cried.

I was so close to pulling the trigger. In that moment, I had a vision of pulling the trigger and putting the bullet in the top of his head. The head came back, and instead of his face, it was mine.

That shook me, and scared me. I began to think again.

"You ask me for mercy after you hurt me the way you did, when I asked for it, when I asked you to stop, you didn't. You murdered my family. Why should I give you mercy over that? But I will, simply because I am tired of fighting, of running, of hating. I grant you your mercy," I said, uncocking the Casull.

Everyone stared at me in amazement. I opened the Casull and dropped the bullets on the ground.

"Officer, please accept this as a sign of my surrender," I said, handing the gun to the cop.

He nodded at me. "Okay."

Cops immediately grabbed Moulson and arrested him. I turned and walked away. I walked out of the mall and stood outside, watching the cops stuff Moulson into the police car. He looked dazed. The fbi agent led me to another car. I shrugged the pack off and put it in the back seat. I got in the front seat of the car. I was tired and exhausted. Next thing I knew I woke up in a cell. I guess I had conked out in the car. They had carried me in and put me to bed in the cell. First real bed I had slept in for a long time. They were real nice, bringing me real food, and even taking me to a doctor for a full physical. None of them asked me any questions, just left me alone for two days.

The third day, I was escorted into a room. There were two state's attorneys, two fbi agents and a fifth man there. The guy was an attorney that a judge had ordered to represent me. I got to talk to him first after they said who he was and why he was there. The guy said that I should listen to what they were going to say first. Then I should decide what I was going to do from there.

According to the fbi, Grayson had been stopped for speeding and was charged for drunk driving. One of the arresting officers had seen what looked like a picture of a naked boy on the floorboard on the passenger side. Going by the book, he had the car towed, got a search warrant after calling his supervisor and the fbi. The car was searched. What they had found were pictures of me being abused, videos of me being abused and raped. They charged Grayson for having the stuff in his possession. They raided his house, office, and the hospital. They found even more evidence. Then raided Moulson's house and found the murder videos. I stared at the man.

"He… videotaped… what he did to me… and my family?" I asked, in shock.

"Yes. I'm sorry to have to tell you that. The tapes prove your innocence," the man said quietly.

I saw those tapes in court. It was then that I knew what was done to me. The hardest one was the one of my family. I was emotional for days afterwards. Grayson and Moulson were given the death penalty.

My fate was to be decided in Juvenile court. I went there three weeks later. It turned into one big fight among the adults. The social worker lady, the judge, my attorney, and the prosecutor all argued as to what should be done to me. I got so disgusted. I knew five-year-olds on my old street that behaved better than that! I got up and quietly walked out. I picked up my pack and left the courthouse. I walked for a few hours, then stopped for lunch at a burger stand.

I found a newspaper there and read it. An article about Peckertown, Arkansas caught my eye. I read it completely, and realized this was where my future was to be. Perhaps I would find peace there. Getting the map out, I planned my route down there. Just the thought of that place made me feel a bit strange, gave me funny feelings. I felt hope for the first time in ages. I felt happy as I started walking down the street. I walked for the rest of the day, stopping at a roadside rest area five miles [8 km] out of town. I sat on the grass and watched the stars come out.

Could this be the beginning of good things? I hoped so. I rolled myself up in the blankets and went to sleep. I dreamed of my parents, and my brother. I hoped they were happy there in heaven. Mom and Dad both smiled at me, and my brother waved. I woke up with tears running down my face. Some how I think they approved the way I had spared Moulson. I had to. I had been so close to becoming like him. All I wanted now was to find Peckertown. Perhaps there I would find myself. I got going after having a light breakfast. The day was clear and cold.

Snow was piled by the roadside, evidence of winter's existence. I was lucky I didn't freeze at all. People in their cars passed me all day long. It would have been nice of them to have given me a ride and a chance to warm up a little. I didn't get mad at them, it wouldn't have accomplished anything. I thought about getting a bus there, so when I got into the next town, I tried to get a bus ticket. Well, that failed, so I just smiled at the lady behind the counter and left. No use getting mad at her. She was just doing her job.

I kept on walking, kept on encouraging myself. I managed to hide in a truck stop that night, hiding in a little supply shed. In the shower that night, I had the urge to touch and fondle myself. I couldn't believe how good it felt to stroke my five inches [12½ cm]. The feeling got so intense, I actually came for the first time. Was that a thrill! I held it on my fingers, feeling how wet and sticky my cum was.

I was so overcome by it all. It's amazing how a little bit of a liquid that comes out of a man's and a boy's balls can actually help to create life. Something to think about. I slept good that night, probably the first real sleep I've had in a long time. I watched some of the big trucks move around in the parking lot while having breakfast the next morning. The cops had searched my pack for weapons, but never took the money from me. It was so cool that I even got it back.

When I had counted the money, there was a bit more of it than what I had started out with. Leaving the coffee shop, I stood at a map posted on the wall and studied it for a moment.

"Going somewhere?" a voice behind me said.

I turned to see who it was. It was a cop. My heart bottomed out.

"Peckertown, Arkansas. Heard it was a good place to be," I said.

"Well that depends," he said.

"Depends on what?" I asked.

"Depends on what you would be doing there," he said.

"Well, I just want to be left alone in peace," I said.

He nodded at that. "Well, I have to take you with me."

I nodded. "I figured you would say that."

He smiled at that and led me to the patrol car. I put my pack in the back seat and got in the front. He got in behind the wheel and we left the truck stop. The front seat was much more comfortable than the back seat. I relaxed and watched the scenery go by. I guess I must have dozed off, because he woke me up.

"What's up?" I asked, sitting up.

"We're at my house. Come in and make yourself comfortable. I'll be back in an hour," he said.

I went in and he closed the door behind me. I dropped my pack in the living room and wandered around the house. It was a one story, three-bedroom house. Looked real nice. It was obvious he wasn't married. There were dirty dishes in the sink and clothes all over. I figured what the hell!

He picked me up, brought me here. I'll return the favor. When he walked in the door two hours later, I had the place cleaned up, a load of laundry done and some dinner on the stove.

"What the hell?" He said, standing there in the doorway.

"Hi! Figured I owed you one," I said.

He smiled. "You just a cool dude, I like you!"

After dinner, we traded life stories. His name was Jack, lived here all his life, a cop ever since he got out of school, and enjoyed it. Listening to my story, he got serious.

"You poor kid. Took a hell of a lot of soul to spare someone like that," Jack said.

"That's what everyone tells me," I said.

He nodded. I spent the night there; the bed was so comfortable. He took me down to the train station the next day and got me a ticket to Peckertown. He could have busted me, but he didn't. Considering the prosecutor wanted to jail me on the gun charges.

That was the first time I'd ever been on a train. It was a great experience.

I arrived in Peckertown, Arkansas three days later. The train station on the edge of town was busy, so many people running around! There were lots of boys there, too. I thought for sure I had died and gone to heaven. One boy recognized me.

"There's that Kenny kid!" he exclaimed. "The Young Dragon!"

They all crowded around me, shaking my hand and welcoming me. That made me feel good.

"What's a good place to eat at?" I asked.

"Try the Tasty Buns," one boy said.

"Okay, how do I get there?" I asked. After getting directions, I walked over there. Everywhere I looked, there were boys hanging out. I crossed the lawn in a park and watched in disbelief as a guy in his twenties sucking a boy's cock.

I kept on going. I was starting to wonder what I had gotten myself into. Finding the restaurant, I was about to walk in. I saw a guy with a gun through the window, pointing it at a kid's head. I felt rage swell up inside me. Dropping the pack, I picked up a round trash can lid from the back of a truck. I went through the window, scattering glass everywhere. People turned to see what it was, and I landed right on top of another guy with a gun. I got hold of the gun as the guy went down. Just my luck, a Casull. I turned in time to see the other guy point his gun at me. I fired once, the heavy .454 round hitting the guy in the shoulder, knocking him down. A huge black guy came out of nowhere, and I got the drop on him.

"Wait! Wait!" the old man shouted from behind me.

I didn't fire, but waited. The old man came up next to me.

"He's a friend," he explained.

I relaxed. "Okay. I'll take your word for it."

"Nice shooting Kenny," the black guy smiled.

"How do you know who I am?" I asked.

"The news. Seems you walked away from a courtroom in Wyoming," he said. "My name is Zeus."

I shook his hand. He pointed to the gun and I cleared it before handing it over. His eyebrows went up.

"Kenny, this is a .454 Casull! You managed to fire this?" he said.

"Not that hard," I said.

"Considering who your target was, I don't blame you. I'm just surprised you let him live," Zeus said.

"Had my reasons," I said.

"Let's talk later," he said.

After the sheriff took the bad guys away, I got a broom and cleaned up the glass. I reached into my pack to get money for the window but the old man refused it. Instead, he fed me one hell of a meal.

Sitting in the corner, I had time to think while sipping a drink. At that point, I had few options. I could do what I saw boys doing in the park, try to get a job, or do nothing. Not very many choices here. After sitting there so long, I decided to walk around for a bit. The restaurant people promised to watch my pack.

I walked down the street for a bit, looking at everything. I took a bus out to the lake and sat on a bench looking at it. It seemed so peaceful here. Walking into the lake marina, I used the bathroom, then got a soda. I noticed a bulletin board so I looked at it. There were some help wanted ads, and lots of property ads. One in particular caught my eye. After reading it, I asked where it was. I was told it was a fifteen-minute walk. I walked over there, and saw the nicest cabin ever. It wasn't too far from the water's edge. It was a single story, with a porch and fireplace to the cabin. I liked it. Going back to the marina, I asked questions about it. Seems the local bank owned it now because the previous owner abandoned it. I asked for a job and the guy nodded.

"Be nice to have some help around here," he said.

He introduced himself as Phil. He had been born here and lived here all his life. He had taken over the marina from his Daddy thirty years ago, and been running it ever since. I liked the guy.

I returned to the restaurant to get my pack. Zeus saw me and led me into the back area.

"Kenny, you have some problems to deal with. Seems this lady from Wyoming is coming here to take you back," Zeus said.

"How'd she track me? What can I do?" I asked.

"Get an attorney," Zeus said.

That's exactly what I did.

After talking with Henry Silvers, I decided it was time to sue a few people. The suits were filed in Little Rock, Arkansas a few days later. I was suing the hospital, James Grayson, the Wyoming prosecutor, and the media. Naturally, the media played dumb about the suit, claiming they had nothing to do with my situation. Their mistakes were in airing some of the video tapes when they were told not to, making me look like a crazed killer, and not publicizing my being set free on the murder charges. I was going after the hospital on the fact that they didn't screen their newly hired doctors. Seems Grayson had been sued for malpractice a few times. They failed to screen their help, namely Moulson. He had a history of child abuse. I was suing the prosecutor for falsely prosecuting me on the murder charges. I decided to sue the Wyoming child services for character defamation, which is what this lady had done in a Wyoming courtroom. I was asking for some serious money. The only group of people I didn't sue was the Wyoming police agencies. They actually had taken the time to sit down and explain to me that they hadn't known what had happened to me. I believe they were used by Moulson to do his dirty work, hoping the cops would kill me so he could get away with what he had done. Without going into long details, the suits were settled quickly. Not only did I get money, I got what I had wanted in the first place: apologies.

Wyoming child services were first, firing the lady and sending their lawyers with a check for the amount sued for. The state prosecutor denounced me at first, but then quickly changed his mind when he saw a poll conducted by a paper there. He himself apologized and gave me the check.

The hospital didn't waste time. The hospital director handed me the check and apologized. Then offered to resign. I told him to keep his job, just do the right thing. The media in Wyoming ran big front-page lead stories about how unfairly I was suing them. They held out for a few days, then gave up when people started not buying newspapers and watching TV. Companies stopped running their ads. Not only did they publicly apologize, they showed the bosses of the news media's handing me the money on prime time TV. I still love watching the video that Daniel recorded for me. Grayson was the remaining hold out. A federal judge ordered all of Grayson's property sold at auction, his stocks and bonds turned over to me as well. I was now a very wealthy kid. Henry totaled it all up.

"You have approximately 100 million dollars in cash, stocks, and bonds, all told. What are you gonna do?" he asked.

"Let's see what the Peckertown bank can do for me," I said. Those folks were very helpful. I learned a bit about the bank history. Turns out that Daniel's uncle owns the bank, and the Jorgenson Clan had quite a stake in it. I decided to invest some money in Jorgenson Enterprises. Smart move, they needed money to complete their newest acquisition. I bought the cabin by the lake and set it up to my liking. I also offered to buy the marina. Phil accepted the offer. Said he was getting tired of working. I hired a few of the boys to run the place and to be security for the lake. Sure made them happy. But there was still something missing. I wanted to be with someone, someone to be a close friend to. Having my own house and property, money, and business was fine, but what I really wanted was a friend.

The black guy, Zeus, was nice. I had found out he was a therapist, helping boys deal with their problems. He knew of my past, having seen the records from Wyoming. The first session with him I was so nervous. He put me completely at ease by telling me he would do anything to help me. In the weeks that went by, I got some of the most intense therapy I ever got. He had a way of asking the right questions. I finally totally opened right up, telling him everything. In between the tears, the agony of reliving it all over again, I finally really let go of the anger and hate I felt for Moulson and Grayson. Zeus knew everything now. He was the only person who had hugged me since I said goodbye to Mom that morning when I went to school there in Wyoming for the last time. He made me feel human again, made me feel that I was somebody, made me feel like I was worth something.

As my story got around, people reached out to me and made me feel like I was one of the community. That made me feel ten feet [3 meter] tall.

I still felt the need for a close friend, even though I knew lots of people. I heard of a local band called Powersound. They had just opened their own club, so I decided to go and listen to them. They were really good. That kid Yoshi can play! I sat at a table, watching the crowd of dancers and the boys hanging off the stage. One boy in particular kept getting my attention. He had been the one to serve me my drinks. He was about six feet [1.80 m] tall, about fourteen, big muscular build, and had the Russian look about him. Our eyes kept connecting.

"You having good time?" he asked, his accent heavy.

Score one for me, definitely Russian.

"Yeah, real nice place here. I like it," I said.

"Cool. I be back later?" he asked.

I decided to take the chance. "Sure, please."

He grinned at me, then disappeared. I felt lightheaded, my blood pressure rising, my heart beating faster. I had a quick sip of my scotch to calm me. I was excited. He did come back later.

"Stay around. I arranged to you to be in here after close," he said.

"Okay. My name's Kenny," I said.

"Sergei," he smiled, shaking my hand.

The rest of the show went by in a blur. I sat there and watched Sergei move around while getting things put away and cleaned up at closing. I could feel my cock getting hard.

"You liked the show?" he asked as we left.

"Yeah! They sure can play!" I said.

He led me to his place. It was a tiny little apartment. We sat on his couch and traded life stories.

After I had told him mine, he was quiet for a time.

"You are here now. This good place to start all over again," he said.

He was right.

Sergei became my friend after that. We didn't have sex that night, and that was fine. I liked him a lot. We had many good times, and really got to know each other. It was two months later that our friendship turned into a relationship. My shoulder was really bothering me that evening. Sergei offered to give me a massage. Sergei also ran a massage service when he wasn't working the Powersound club, real massages. He told me to soak in the tub first, then come out when he said to. I came out when he called me. He stared at me for a moment or two. I knew what he was looking at. Tears came into his eyes.

"Why? Why did they hurt you like that?" he whispered, putting his arms around me.

It was then things changed for us. I felt so safe and secure in his arms. He lifted me up on the table there and very gently and tenderly gave me the best massage I'd ever gotten. His touches were so nice. I moaned in pleasure.

Slowly he turned it into the most erotic massage I'd ever gotten. Afterwards he carried me to my bed and pleasured me in ways I'd never thought possible. I don't ever recall ever being that hard or coming so much. Sergei didn't fuck me; he didn't want to do it until I was ready for it. But he did everything else. I don't remember falling asleep. I woke up the next morning lying in the huge arms of this boy.

Evidently he had stripped down and gotten in bed with me. He was huge. Sergei worked out all the time. The fourteen-year-old Russian teen was a hunk! I looked up into his green eyes. I don't know what happened, but I just broke down and started to cry. He didn't say anything, just sat up and pulled me on his lap and held me in his arms the entire time I cried. Afterwards, he kissed me on the mouth and said he loved me.

"I love you Sergei," I said.

We kissed, my first real kiss. We spent a half-hour in bed, Sergei teaching me how to kiss and French kiss. Then he got out of bed, and led me to the shower. He tenderly washed me clean, his hands touching me so gently. I can't describe what an experience that was, it has to be tried and experienced.

We spent the day relaxing on the porch of my place. He liked the view of the lake.

"So beautiful here," he said.

I invited him to move in here. He did. Sergei taught me about sex and the lovemaking arts. He taught me how to erotic touch, how to stimulate certain body parts, how to give pleasure, everything. He taught me the art of male intercourse, the act of fucking. I was scared. I didn't want to hurt him, and I was scared to have him do it to me, because of the trauma of being raped.

Sergei calmed my fears by having me do it to him first. I can't describe what it was that I felt, saw, and heard the first time I actually put my cock into a person. All I know is that I came like never before, and that I cried like a baby for a half-hour afterwards. When it came time for Sergei to do it to me, he very carefully lubed me up with lots of KY and used his fingers to loosen me up. He very slowly and carefully entered me. He relaxed and held still, allowing me to get used to him being inside me. After the intercourse, he held me close to him. The experience was so beautiful. He really loved me. That's what truly mattered.

We lived happily together in the cabin. Sergei liked the place because it reminded him of his home back in Russia. I asked him to tell me how he got here. He said that was a story he will sit down and write someday. I had decided to do something to help the kids here in Peckertown.

There were a few possibilities. Once Sergei knew what I had in mind, he got excited. Within a few weeks, I had bought out the local newspaper. The crew that was left was delighted with the changes I proposed. Word got around, and before long, there was a complete staff at the paper.

The boys that were hired learned the newspaper business, from being a reporter to delivering the paper. Next thing was buying the abandoned twin towers. They were a pair of buildings that stood on the edge of town. They were ten stories each. I discovered that they were supposed to be condos. I went and hired a construction crew to finish off the work. I explained to them what my plan was in regards to the building. That idea went over real well. Before long, boys were lining up to get in. The various crews would teach them the construction trade.

The last thing I wanted to do was to buy out the resort on the lake. The owners had closed it up, having lost lots of business. I knew it was perfect for what I had in mind. I brought in some construction people and after a few weeks of work, opened it up. It was to be a place for severely abused kids to come to. The idea was to give them a safe place to heal in. Once word of that got out so many people donated money, furniture, and other things needed. I hired people 18 and older to run things along with some professionals I had Zeus screen. A lot of the ones I hired had been victims themselves. Social services suggested that kids be referred there by them and police agencies.

The final thing to be done was to dedicate the place and name it. I decided to call it the Sue and Darrel Anderson Memorial after my parents. It was my way of forgiving them. People were so moved by it. Things were getting better in Peckertown.

Having done what I wanted to, it was time to take care of me. Sergei immediately volunteered for that job! We were living together as a couple, being very happy together. God, could he make love to me!

It's early evening now. Sergei has come home from the office early on this Friday. I know he's home, because I see smoke coming from the chimney of the fireplace. I decide to quit for the day, so I tell Jack he can close up today. He smiles at me. He knows why. I leave the marina and walk the quarter mile to the house. I open the door, and Sergei sees me walk in. He hugs me, and we kiss. He leads me to the bedroom and undresses me. He then leads me to the bathroom and guides me into the tub. I sink down into the hot, soapy water. It feels so good. I soak there for a time, relaxing. He comes back and kneels by the tub, and tenderly washes me.

After drying me off, he leads me out to the dining room. We eat the dinner he's fixed, it's just so good. After putting the dishes in the sink, he leads me into the living room. He's arranged a bunch of pillows on the floor in front of the fire. I lay down on them, and he starts the massage. He works on me for a long time, massaging my whole body. It feels so good. I return the massage, Sergei having taught me how to do it. Afterwards, I lay in his strong arms (I'm developing really good myself, thanks to the weight pile and his coaching me) and I feel safe and secure. I initiate the lovemaking, and he responds. Our kisses start the good pleasing feelings. I feel his hands roam all over my body. His touches do things to me. I feel so good. I feel myself get hard. He reaches down and lightly strokes my hard. It sends tingles up and down my spine, makes me shiver. I moan softly, and he hugs me close to him. I feel his lips on my neck, kissing me. The feelings get too much, I groan with pleasure, hugging him tight. I hear his soft laughter, and I relax. He lay me down on my back and runs his fingertips lightly across my hard nipples. I feel my toes curl up and my body shiver. He takes my hard on in his hand and slowly strokes it. He moves down and then takes it in his mouth, beginning to suck on it. Suddenly I realized his seven inches [18 cm] is tapping on my mouth, so I open up and take him in. We sixty-nine for awhile, each relishing the hard cock in our mouths. I felt myself getting close. Sergei stops and then pulls out of my mouth. He rolls on his back and pulls my hips down in between his legs. I know what he wants.

I enter him, slow and deliberate. He closes his eyes and whispers my name. Once I am completely inside, I rest a moment to enjoy this contact. It's more than sex now, it's being a part of him, it's us becoming one. I start to move, thrusting myself into him over and over and over. I say his name; he tells me he loves me. Before I know it, I cum into him. He sighs, and tells me he feels complete. He takes my hips in his hands and guides me upward, to sit on his hips. He raises me up, then slowly sits me down on his seven inches [18 cm]. It feels so good going into me. I cry out his name, telling him I love him. Once he is completely in me, he wraps his arms around me and we kiss passionately. He starts the humping motion, fucking me while holding onto me. Oh God, does he feel so good inside of me! I feel tears on my face. He is crying, and so am I. The emotions of the moment are getting to us again. He keeps on going until I feel his cock swell and deliver to me his cum. We both sigh, and relax. He lays me down, and gently pulls out of me.

We rest a moment, then he carries me to the bath. He sets me down in the bubble filled bath. I see all the candles he lit in the bathroom, and I feel moved by it. Sergei likes to be romantic, and so do I. He slips in behind me, and holds me close. We kiss again, enjoying the amazing sensations. I feel his hands roam all over my body. Everything is perfect now. There is just us here. That's how it should be, was meant to be.

Life Has Turned Into A Good Thing.

Chapter 14
The Wedding
by David

Yoshi sat in the small room looking out the window. He felt nervous. His mind whirled with quite a few thoughts, wondering if he was doing the right thing. He sighed and sat back in the small chair. There was a knock on the door behind him.

"Come in," Yoshi called.

Daniel walked in. "Hey, how you doing?"

"Okay," Yoshi sighed.

Daniel smiled. "You're going to make it. Everything's gonna be fine, man."

"Wish I was that sure," Yoshi sighed.

"I guess it's normal to have last minute jitters and second thoughts," Daniel grinned.

Yoshi grinned and slapped Daniel lightly on the arm. Daniel grinned back.

"I'll let you know when we're ready to start the wedding," Daniel said.

"Thanks for the support Daniel," Yoshi said.

"Hey anytime," Daniel said, then slipped out leaving Yoshi alone.

"Married. I'm getting married to a boy who truly loves me. Never thought things would turn out this way," Yoshi said to himself. "All I ever wanted when I headed here was to live in peace. Boy, did karma change that."

He laughed quietly to himself, then stood up and looked at himself in the mirror in the room. He really looked good in the tuxedo. He smoothed out the lapels, then turned to look out the window again.

"Boy, has life been something," he sighed. His mind returned to his arrival in Peckertown nearly a year earlier.

***

After he and Jeff had bonded instantly they became inseparable. Mr. Jorgenson gave Jeff a couple of days off and the two lovers spent it getting to know each other, touring Peckertown, and lots of sex. While Mr. Jorgenson was willing to let them stay at the inn Yoshi declined and Jeff took Yoshi over to the barracks where he lived. They would spend a few days there while things got settled with the bank in regards to the reward money and Yoshi was able to get a place for him and Jeff.

Jeff explained what the barracks was about. Although Yoshi was uncomfortable with the whole idea, he went along with it, thinking he'd check it out for himself and make up his mind about it later. The place seemed okay, things were just a tad messy, (when you have a bunch of boys living together under the same roof, things do get a tad messy from time to time), and everyone did seem to get along fine. He got his bunk above Jeff's.

The other boys gathered around and made Yoshi feel welcome. He spent most of the day meeting the boys. As most of them were naked it was a very erotic introduction to barracks life.

Benjy showed up later that evening, and Jeff introduced him to Yoshi. They shook hands, and Benjy thanked him for stopping the robbery at the restaurant. Yoshi thought the kid looked a bit strange, considering his brothers and sister looked normal, but he felt the power emanating from the younger boy. He kept his feelings to himself, but Jeff knew that Yoshi felt uncomfortable about being there.

"We won't be here that long, Yoshi. Just have a bit of patience," Jeff said.

Yoshi thought that was something his Grandfather would say.

"Okay, Jeff. I'm just feeling a bit out of place. Just didn't know what to expect when I got here," Yoshi said, sighing.

"Most of us felt that way at one time or another," one boy said.

"Things will work out for us love," Jeff smiled. Yoshi had to smile at Jeff. Those were true words, and he chose to believe them. They spent the first night in separate beds. Yoshi wanted to have Jeff with him, but that was impossible, the beds were a bit too narrow.

He leaned over the side and looked down at Jeff. The redhead was lying on his back, a dreamy smile on his face. Yoshi had an idea what Jeff was dreaming about. He stretched out on his back again, his mind full of thoughts. He wondered what his family was doing now. Were things okay at home? He hoped so. He missed his family, and prayed silently for their well being. He wasn't real religious, he believed there was a God that cared about people. He relaxed some and finally went to sleep. He dreamed of Jeff and him being together, holding hands. When he woke up the next morning, everyone was grinning. He had the feeling something had happened, and he had just missed the joke.

"What's up?" he asked.

"You talk in your sleep," one kid grinned.

"Yeah, you were talkin' about Jeff, and what you wanted to do with him. Best wank I've had in weeks!" another boy laughed as others joined in.

Yoshi felt his face go red. After a moment, he began to see the funny side of it and had to laugh himself. He got down out of the bunk and the boys led him to the community table for breakfast. He saw quite a bit of food there. The boys grinned at his surprised reaction.

"They do take good care of us, even set up a little hospice for those of us who suffer from aids. They have doctors come in and check us out on a regular basis, and treat those who are sick," the boy said.

"That's cool. Anybody who goes to that kind of effort has to be good people," Yoshi said.

"They pay us to work in their restaurants, the hotels, and other places. We put our money into the bank, and they guarantee that it's safe there," another boy said.

"In return?"

"Do our jobs, obey their rules."

"Can't go wrong with that," Yoshi said.

They sat down and had breakfast. Yoshi helped clear off the table afterwards. He asked where Jeff was, and they told him he was at work. Yoshi decided he'd go down there and see him for just a moment. He left the barracks and headed down toward the restaurant. It was a clear, warm day.

Yoshi felt good about himself as he walked down the street. He wondered when the money would clear the bank. The barracks was an okay place, but he felt better being out of there. He stopped for a local paper, and then continued down to the Tasty Buns. The place wasn't that busy when he walked in. Jeff came over to where he sat reading the paper.

"Morning love," he said, kissing Yoshi.

Yoshi smiled and returned the kiss as passionately as he could, much to the amusement of the few men in there. They heard a throat clear, and when they broke, Elija stood there tapping his toe. Jeff laughed and filled Yoshi's cup with hot water for his tea. He moved around filling coffee cups with coffee. Yoshi observed men sticking their hands into Jeff's apron. That made him uncomfortable. Jeff noted the look on Yoshi's face.

"Just money that they stuck in there. Some of them come in here just to buy a cup of coffee, watch me stick my ass out at them and wiggle it. I get serious money for doing that. They know I was saving myself for someone. They know you and I are together now. They look, maybe touch, but that is it," Jeff said.

"Good, cause you're all mine," Yoshi said, smiling.

Jeff nodded agreement, then moved off to another table. Yoshi resumed reading the paper. He found lots of property ads, far outweighing the job ads. "Amazing," he said.

"What is?" a voice said.

Yoshi looked over the paper at the person standing there. It was one of the bank executives.

"Morning Mr. Jeffers. The classifieds, more real estate than job ads," Yoshi said.

The thin bespectacled man sat down. "Lots of people moved out of here after the law was voted in," Jeffers said. He explained the history behind Peckertown for a few minutes while having his coffee.

"That's really something," Yoshi commented.

"That's for sure. Reason I stayed behind is that I was born here. My wife and I still feel comfortable here, and don't want to change everything because the good Reverend didn't like the law. Besides, I felt there was something I could do eventually for all these guys," Jeffers said, motioning to the other boys.

"That's cool," Yoshi said.

"Glad I found you here. Your first check cleared this morning. You have enough money for a down payment on a house," Jeffers grinned.

"Absolfuckinglutely fantastic!" Yoshi grinned. "Who runs the local real estate office around here?"

"Two brothers who took over their mother's office when she moved out of town. They are licensed by the state, believe it or not, to sell houses for the bank. We give them a very fair commission, too. You'll like them. Here's the address," Jeffers said, handing Yoshi the business card.

"Thanks, Mr. Jeffers. I'll go see them right now. I marked a few places in the paper, maybe they'll show me those as well," Yoshi grinned, shaking the man's hand.

Jeffers left the Tasty Buns, as Yoshi finished his tea. Jeff came over and asked him what was going on. Yoshi explained everything, and told him he'd be back for a late lunch when Jeff got off for the day. They kissed, then Yoshi walked out. He suddenly realized he didn't know where the place was.

"Hey Yoshi!" someone shouted.

Yoshi looked toward the voice. There was a tall Italian looking kid leaning against a taxi.

"Need a hand?" the kid said.

"Sure. I need to go see the Scotti Brothers about a house," he said, walking over.

"Cool, man. Name's Tony. Hop in," he said, opening the back door.

"Thanks. Know these guys?" Yoshi asked.

The fifteen-year-old turned around after starting the cab. "Yeah. They were born here; their Mom sold houses until the law got passed. She split town, telling them not to find her. Seems they liked doing each other, and she didn't like that. They took over her business until the state found out. They proved they could do it fairly and responsibly, and the state gave them their own company license."

"It's possible for a fifteen year old to work here?" Yoshi said, surprised.

"Yeah, man! Thirteen is the legal age here, and that includes everything with it," Tony said. "Some careers start even younger."

"Far out," Yoshi said, shaking his head in amazement.

Tony laughed. "No argument there, man!"

Yoshi relaxed a bit and watched the different places go by as Tony drove the cab down the street. It was another mile before Tony pulled into the parking lot of a one-floor office building. Yoshi got out.

"What do I owe you?" he asked.

"Three bucks, " Tony said.

"Here's ten. Take care of yourself," Yoshi said.

Tony smiled and waved as he shot out the driveway and down the street. Yoshi smiled and turned towards the building. He walked into the office. The place was nice. There were two separate offices, an empty receptionist's desk, quite a few green plants around the room, pictures of houses on the walls, and nice leather chairs. Yoshi noticed the two boys were on the phones. One saw him and waved. Yoshi nodded, then looked at the pictures of the houses. He saw a few he had been looking at in the paper.

"Hello, is there something we can help you with?" a voice behind him said. Yoshi turned to see one of the boys behind him.

"Yes. My name is Yoshi Toranaga, and Mr. Jeffers at the bank recommended you," Yoshi said.

"Oh, good. Mr. Jeffers is a great person to work with. I'm sure he can help set up a very reasonable loan for you to work with," the redhead said, going behind his desk. "My name's Tay, my brother is Jay."

"So nice to meet you both. You sound Scottish, are you?" Yoshi asked. Tay beamed. "Very observant, aren't you?"

"Saved my ass a time or two," Yoshi said.

"Like the restaurant and the bus station business," Jay said, sitting down next to Yoshi.

"Yeah, like that. How did you hear about that?" Yoshi said.

"Saw it on bnn," Tay said.

"bnn?" Yoshi asked.

"Boy News Network. Runs twenty-four hours a day. They do the best coverage here in Peckertown and all over the state," Jay grinned.

Yoshi sighed. "Now I definitely know I'm not in Kansas anymore." Jay looked down at the floor. "That's odd. I didn't see the dog come in with you."

Yoshi groaned and put his hands over his face then slowly began to laugh. The brothers grinned at him.

"Gotta sense of humor, don't ya?" Yoshi smiled.

"Not required, but it helps. What were you most interested in seeing?" Tay smiled.

Yoshi spent most of the morning looking. He found four places that fit close to what he had in mind. He told them he wanted to bring Jeff around after he got off work. They ended up coming down to the restaurant for a late lunch as well. The Scotti Brothers sat in a booth by themselves, giving Yoshi and Jeff some quiet time together. Yoshi showed Jeff all four houses. Both of them went home to the barracks together, to discuss what they had seen. They spent some time at the community table with the flyers on the houses.

"I'm kind of leaning towards this one," Jeff said, pointing to the second house they had seen. It was a two-story affair, the master bedroom taking up almost half of the second floor. The master bath was just as nice, a separate shower big enough for three people with room to spare, a huge sunken tub with whirlpool jets, the whole room done in a nice gold and soft blue pattern. The rest of the house was just as nice. The back yard was huge, having a regulation size pool with diving boards, a single hoop for basketball, a red brick barbecue, and an eight-foot tall fence. The house had belonged to the high school's football coach. The price was right, the deal very possible.

"I really like that one, myself. The other three seem just a bit smaller. One thing I would really like to add is a slab of cement 20 x 20, throw a weight bench on it with a ton of plates and get back to my training," Yoshi said.

"The back yard is big enough to open your dojo back there," Jeff said.

Yoshi grinned. "That thought crossed my mind, love."

Jeff grinned. "Then go for it!"

"I will. But for now, I intend to carry you off to the showers and bed. I want to make love to you honey," Yoshi said, lifting Jeff.

Jeff giggled, getting turned on. Yoshi did carry him to the showers, stopping long enough to strip the boy's clothes off him. Jeff undressed Yoshi; then they got into the shower together. Yoshi took his time in soaping up Jeff's lithe body. Jeff sighed and moaned in pleasure as Yoshi gently caressed him. He could feel Yoshi's very erect cock against his leg. Yoshi was getting the boy very worked up.

They didn't see Benjy look into the shower room, or close the doors quietly. He got a chair and sat down in front of the doors. A few of the boys came walking up, wanting to shower.

"Off limits for about an hour, guys. Sorry about that," Benjy said. They heard Jeff moaning in there.

"The two lovers in there having fun?" one asked.

Benjy nodded.

"When they come out, they can use the recovery room tonight master. They should have a bit of privacy," Paulo said.

Benjy nodded. "I'm sure they will appreciate that, I've got to get to the club. Make sure nobody bothers them."

"Yes master," Paulo said and took Benjy's place.

Inside the shower room, Yoshi and Jeff were getting very close.

"Take me, love. I want to feel you inside me," Jeff whispered as he hopped up and wrapped his legs around Yoshi's waist. Yoshi held him as Jeff took the boy's throbbing hard and pointed it into himself. Yoshi pushed his penis inside Jeff's anus, feeling the warmth of the boy's insides drawing his cock into it.

He let his mind open up to Getsumi no Michi, entering that place in a moment's breath. Now he was very aware of everything, his beating heart, Jeff's beating heart, both beating together in unison and then becoming one. He felt himself join with Jeff. He heard Jeff's sighs of pleasure, felt his cock move inside the boy. He felt Jeff's orgasmic high, taking him just as high. Yoshi could feel his sperm move through his body and enter Jeff's. He shivered and shook all the way through his orgasm, his feelings so out of control. When he finished making love to Jeff, he came back down to reality. He saw Jeff looking at him, tears on the boy's face. He knew, and yet he didn't. Yoshi gently kissed Jeff's tears away. They looked into each other's eyes. Nothing needed to be said. The eyes said it all.

"Love you," Yoshi whispered.

Jeff melted into Yoshi's arms. "Love you."

They finished their shower, then opened the doors and came out. Boys were hanging out in the sleeping areas, talking, playing games, acting casual.

"Hey, over here. This will be your room for a few days," Paulo said. Yoshi and Jeff looked in. There were a few candles lit, and the sweet smell of Jasmine wafted through the air. They turned to thank the boy, but he put a finger to his lips and smiled, shooing them into the room. The door was closed after they walked in.

"For your eyes only darling," Jeff cooed as he dropped his towel on the floor.

"Definitely a beautiful sight," Yoshi sighed, taking Jeff into his arms.

They kissed, the lovemaking beginning once more.

The house was his after two days of negotiations and they moved right in. Yoshi got a fair price, the bank set up a good loan for him, and the Scotti brothers were happy with the results. Yoshi didn't waste any time. Right after moving in he set up his weight pile and got back to his training. Yoshi and Jeff spent a day or two passing out flyers advertising his Martial Arts school. The response was better than expected. As he'd promised Sheriff Waters sent all his men for training. Yoshi gave them advanced training in how to use their side handle batons as well as other techniques.

Eventually he got his hands back onto the acoustic guitar that Cultured Jelly had given him and he started playing again. Jeff loved to hear him play. Every now and then, he'd go down to the Big Lick, where the Olsen triplets work, and sit on a stool there and play for an hour or two for the people there. He was acquiring a reputation for being a good guitar player there. He heard of a small recording studio in town and went to check it out. Arriving at the place, he discovered it was boarded up. Naturally, there was a Scotti Brothers sign on the property. He decided he would go see them after he got a little more money in the bank. Be nice to try and record a few of his songs. But there was a lot to do around the house, people to teach, and a lover to take care of.

Yoshi had to smile at the last part. Taking care of his lover. Jeff was the best thing that ever happened to him since he'd gotten kicked out. Everything else was secondary to that. He didn't care if they lived in a tent at the lake, he wanted to be with Jeff, and have Jeff with him. That was the only thing that mattered.

"Being in love is so cool," he said to Zeus that afternoon.

The big man smiled. "Finding that out for sure, as I watch more and more of you boys meet and fall in love. Their lives have gotten better because of it."

"I know mine has," Yoshi said.

"That's good. I really wish the best for you and Jeff. You guys deserve it," Zeus said.

Just about everyone else echoed that as well. It wasn't that hard to see how much they loved each other. Like any couple they sometimes had their arguments. Zeus had counseled them after the first big one.

"Just because you two had an argument doesn't mean it's over. Think of it as a growing pain in your relationship. It will help strengthen the relationship and cause the both of you to grow a little closer together," he had said.

Naturally they kissed and made up. In bed that night, after the sex, they held each other close.

"I'm sorry about today," Jeff whispered. "It was dumb of me."

"Dumb of me too, please don't worry about it. Forgotten already," Yoshi whispered.

Jeff smiled. "Love you."

"Love you," Yoshi whispered, kissing Jeff.

They snuggled down together and Jeff went to sleep. Yoshi lay awake, his mind thinking about things.

Things had been going so well in the three months that he had been here. He wished he could share his successes with his family and introduce Jeff to them. He knew that it would happen some day, but not right now. He felt a bit of sadness, wishing his father had been more understanding.

He turned his head to see Jeff's sleeping face. The boy had a smile on his face. Yoshi had a feeling that Jeff was dreaming of them again. He felt a warmth go through him. It made him feel good to know that someone loved him for who he was. He gently kissed Jeff on his forehead and went to sleep.

Things finally got to the point where the classes evened out a bit, and Yoshi had a bit more free time. He wished Jeff could be there to spend some of it with him, but he worked at the Tasty Buns every morning through the lunch shift.

Yoshi went to find a music store one afternoon when he broke a string on his acoustic guitar. Searching the phone book, he found one listed. He hopped on his ten-speed and went down there. It was a tiny store set in a far corner of a strip mall. Walking inside, he was surprised at all the stuff he found. The place was overflowing with guitars, drums, amplifiers, and related gear.

"Hi!" a voice called.

Yoshi turned to look. A short bearded man walked up to him with a smile.

"I know you! You're Yoshi," the man shook his hand.

"Sure am," Yoshi smiled. "You sure got a lot of gear in here."

"That's because nobody is interested in playing music anymore. I've bought more gear than sold," the old man groused.

"Well, I still play. I need a set of strings for my acoustic please," Yoshi said.

"I know, I've heard you at the Big Lick and you've got it."

While the old man dug through a drawer for what Yoshi needed, Yoshi examined the gear. The prices were very reasonable. He saw an electric he liked, and imagined the kind of setup he wanted to have. He decided to check his checkbook when he got home to see if he could afford to start buying guitars and gear. He wanted to play one again so badly.

"Like what you see?" the man asked, handing him his strings.

"Yes. When I get home, I'm gonna check to see if I can afford to buy some of this stuff and really start playing again. My partner Jeff plays bass, and he's good. However, his bass isn't a very good one and I'd like to get him a better one," Yoshi said.

"I'll give you a good deal on anything you want," the old man said.

"You got a deal," Yoshi said.

"Very cool. By the way, my name is Simon and I'm glad to meet you," the man said shaking hands.

Yoshi grinned. "Simon, it's my very great pleasure to meet you."

"Here's your strings."

"Thanks. See you again real soon," Yoshi said. He left the store, feeling like he was walking on air. Here was a golden opportunity to get guitar gear together and start playing again. Songs he had written recently. As well as other ones written since he had arrived here, and before. He had been toying with the idea of starting a band here in Peckertown. Naturally Jeff would play bass.

He stopped at the bank on the way home, since it was close enough. To his surprise, the other reward money had finally come through. Now he had plenty of money for what he wanted to do. Yoshi decided to clear a bit of space in the garage and put the gear in there. The garage needed cleaning anyway. It had gotten cluttered with boxes and other things. Yoshi spent the rest of the day cleaning out the garage. Over barbecued steaks, salad, vegetables that night, Yoshi told Jeff what he had in mind.

"Way cool!" Jeff got excited. "We could start a band! Be the first one for Peckertown."

"My thoughts exactly, love. Even have a name picked out," Yoshi said.

"What is it?" Jeff asked, sipping his wine.

"Powersound," Yoshi answered.

"I like the sound of that," Jeff grinned. "Let's go for it!"

"Okay, since you're off tomorrow, we'll go down to Simon's and start checking out all the gear there. You have a bass already, but I want you to have a better one. Everything has to sound good," Yoshi said.

"Thanks love," Jeff smiled.

They sat in front of the fireplace and snuggled close to each other, watching the fire. It felt nice and warm on their bare bodies.

Jeff kissed Yoshi on the cheek, feeling good deep down inside. He had never felt this way about anybody before. He was happy now, and he knew life would get even better. Yoshi was feeling the same way. He thanked his luck that he had found Jeff, that karma had brought them together.

Before they knew it, the fire was just about out. Yoshi looked at the clock on the wall. It was late, so he stood up, picked Jeff up in his arms, and carried him upstairs. He gently laid him on the bed and got in next to him. He leaned over Jeff and kissed him passionately. He began pleasuring Jeff, moving his mouth, lips, and tongue over the boy's torso, licking, sucking, and kissing. Yoshi stopped and spent some time pleasuring Jeff's nipples. Jeff closed his eyes and moaned, writhing under Yoshi from the pleasurable sensations that he was feeling. Yoshi used his fingertips to follow up to what he had done, lightly brushing the fingertips against the aroused boy's skin and nipples. Jeff was going nuts, he'd never felt pleasure like this before. It made him high, higher than he'd ever been before. He loved it. Yoshi's mouth had found Jeff's very erect cock. He nuzzled the head, flicking his tongue against it, driving Jeff even more nuts.

"Oh Yoshi!" he cried, trembling.

Yoshi didn't stop, he kept on going. He went down to the boy's rose, his tongue moving past the tightly drawn up balls to the bit of skin between the balls and the rose. He deliberately dragged his tongue across the bit of skin, making Jeff jump up and down. He licked at the rose, slowly getting into it. Yoshi began eating out Jeff's anus, enjoying the warm fleshy feeling on his tongue. He tongue fucked Jeff a few times, then decided to go back up and suck the boy's cock. Jeff gasped as Yoshi swallowed his cock down his throat. Jeff made a whimpering sound in his throat, the sensations getting too much. Yoshi went up and down on Jeff's cock a few times, pleasuring it. Yoshi came off it, then straddled Jeff's hips.

"All yours love," Yoshi smiled.

Jeff pointed his hard cock into Yoshi's rose as Yoshi slowly sat down on it. It felt so good, sliding into him. He felt like they were melting together. Jeff had to struggle from shooting too soon. Finally he was completely inside Yoshi. Yoshi sighed, closing his eyes. He liked this part best. He relaxed a moment, then raised himself up and then came down again. He did that a few times slowly, trying to pleasure Jeff the best he could. Jeff thrashed about, the pleasure was so intense. He got to the point where he couldn't take it anymore. He pushed Yoshi off him, then quickly rolled him on his back and put Yoshi's legs on his shoulders. Jeff quickly shoved himself back into Yoshi. He wanted Yoshi so bad now. He began fucking his lover hard and fast. Both boys called out each other's names, the passion was consuming them. Jeff kept fucking, he was on automatic now. His feelings built up until they spilled over, his tears running down his face. He suddenly exploded inside Yoshi, shooting his sperm deep into the Japanese boy. Yoshi moaned.

"Oh baby… oh baby… feels so good," he whispered.

"Yoshi… Yoshi… Yoshi… OH!" Jeff cried as he shot deep. Both boys collapsed after Jeff finished ejaculating. Jeff gently pulled out and crawled up to Yoshi and lay in his arms. They held each other tight for a long time, resting. They kissed, then drifted off to sleep.

Something woke Yoshi the next morning. Something wet was on his cock. He looked down to see Jeff working on his cock. He saw his cock slipping in and out of Jeff's mouth. Jeff looked up to see Yoshi was awake. He brought his hands up to pleasure Yoshi's aroused nipples. Yoshi lay back and moaned softly, feeling Jeff's fingertips play with his hard nipples. He felt Jeff's warm wet mouth move up and down his cock. He felt himself getting so close.

"Not yet love," Jeff whispered.

Jeff reached for the KY and rubbed a bit of it into his rose, then straddled Yoshi's hips with his back to Yoshi. He knew this was one of Yoshi's favorite ways to fuck. Yoshi held his wet cock as Jeff sat on it. He could feel his cockhead open Jeff up, then enter him. He sighed, feeling so good. Jeff finally came all the way down. Yoshi rose up and wrapped his arms around Jeff and started a slow fuck rhythm. He kissed Jeff's neck, knowing where the pleasure points were. Jeff felt himself get real hot. He could feel Yoshi's cock moving inside of him. That thrilled him most of all. Yoshi played with Jeff's aroused nipples, making the boy feel so good.

"Oh please," Jeff whispered.

Yoshi was getting close, his feelings so intense. He lifted Jeff off him, then took Jeff again once the boy got on his hands and knees. Yoshi began actively fucking Jeff, the feelings building up again. He felt tears on his face, wondering why he was crying and knowing why he was. He felt himself slowly becoming one with Jeff, Getsumi no Michi bringing them close together. He felt himself becoming Jeff. He kept on fucking Jeff, and then knowing he was about to cum. Then he was, shooting deep into his lover. His head went back and he groaned in pleasure.

"Jeff… Jeff… oh baby… feel my love… take my love and life into you," he whispered as he came. He collapsed onto Jeff's sweaty back when he was through. He felt so good. Jeff turned over and they kissed. Jeff held Yoshi close for a long time.

"Thank you honey," Jeff whispered. "Love you so much."

Yoshi got up and led Jeff to the shower and they washed each other clean. Seeing how late it was, they decided to skip their daily workout, seeing as to how they had one in bed.

Yoshi and Jeff left the house and went down to Simon's. They spent nearly three hours there, checking out the musical equipment. True to the old man's word, he gave them one hell of a deal. They ended up renting a truck to get everything home. They spent another hour setting up everything in the garage. Once everything got tuned up, Yoshi turned to Jeff. Seeing the psychotic grin on Yoshi's face, Jeff laughed out loud and grabbed his bass. They started to jam. Yoshi was on cloud number three. Sex was reserved for number one, his martial workouts for number two, playing his guitar for number three. When he finished the blues number he was playing, he heard clapping sounds. Yoshi and Jeff turned to see a group of neighbors clapping.

"That was damn good, kid!" one man exclaimed.

"Thanks," Yoshi smiled. "Jeff and I can play a wide range of music. We're looking for a drummer, a keyboardist, and a vocalist who can double for a second guitar."

"I've got a nephew that plays keyboards," one lady said.

"My son plays drums," the man said.

"Please send them around," Yoshi said.

"Sure!" the man and lady nodded.

"One more?" Yoshi said to Jeff.

Jeff grinned, and started the opening notes to a dance song. People on the driveway immediately paired off and started dancing. Halfway through it, three boys walked into the garage. They grinned when they heard the song. One went to the keyboards, the other sat behind the drums. They jumped in at the right time, and then the song was complete. The third boy started singing. Yoshi thought he sounded good.

He turned to look at Jeff. Jeff nodded. Now the band was complete. When the song finished, everyone clapped again. Then they went back to their houses. The man and lady stayed behind.

"Glad you boys came by," he said.

"We heard the music and wondered where it came from Dad," the boy behind the drums said.

"Well, glad you showed up Travis," the man grinned. "These are my friends, Brent and Connor," Travis introduced the other two boys.

"Hi, glad to meet you guys. You guys were great," Yoshi said as they all shook hands.

The man and lady left, telling the boys to be home in time for dinner. Yoshi and Jeff studied the boys. Travis looked to be about fourteen, had brown hair cut short and spiky, hazel colored eyes, medium build, and wore a simple gold stud in his right ear. Brent turned out to be thirteen. He had long blond hair pulled into a ponytail. He had nice green eyes. He too, had a gold stud in his right ear. Connor was fourteen, Scotch, black hair, brown eyes, deep tanned skin, and he wore gold hoop earrings in both ears. Travis played drums, Connor did keyboards, and Brent played guitar and sang.

"You guys starting a band?" Travis asked.

"Yes, and you guys passed the audition. Welcome to the band, if you guys want to play with me and Jeff," Yoshi said.

"Way cool!" Brent yelled, while the others laughed.

"We used to have a band of our own, until our other two members moved away," Connor explained.

"That sucks," Jeff nodded.

"Yea, tell me about it!" Trent said. "Glad to meet you both."

"Let's go into the house for a soda," Yoshi suggested.

They sat in the living room and Yoshi passed around the sodas. The three boys looked around.

"Nice place your folks have here," Blake commented.

"Thanks, but it's actually mine. I bought it with reward money I got for catching a bunch of desperadoes," Yoshi explained.

"Cool," Skip said.

Yoshi told them of his past and how he got here. The three boys nodded.

"That's cool. Too bad about your Dad," Travis said.

"Me and Travis are lovers," Brent said quietly.

"That's cool," Jeff grinned.

"Anytime you two need some space to be together, you're welcome to come here and use a guest room," Yoshi said.

"Thanks man. That's real cool of you. My Aunt doesn't know about us," Brent said.

"Well, we both will respect your wishes and not tell anyone. That's your business," Jeff stated.

"Really appreciate that," Brent smiled.

Jeff and Yoshi showed them around the house. The guys were impressed. Before long, they became regulars at the house. They even joined the daily workouts in the mornings and joined Yoshi's school. The band worked hard, slowly coming together.

Yoshi discovered there was a big major event being planned in Peckertown to celebrate the two-year anniversary of the law's passage. Yoshi and the band cut a demo tape and submitted it to the organizing committee. There was to be a weeklong carnival, with a rodeo and other events. The big event was to be a huge dance and concert on the Saturday night it was to end. Many bands turned in demo tapes. The guys were so nervous, they couldn't concentrate on anything. The Mayor of Peckertown made the announcement a week later. Powersound had been chosen. The guys went home and celebrated. Then they got down to business and worked out a play list. By the time the Saturday night rolled around, they were ready. The show went off perfectly, every song sounded good, everybody taking turns doing vocals as agreed. Yoshi was definitely riding cloud number three. Before long, they were in great demand to play everywhere. Life was good.

It was late December now. Yoshi finally moved his dojo to a larger building in downtown Peckertown. He held classes, from nine to one daily. The band acquired the little recording studio and cut a CD that went ballistic almost immediately. They signed a contract to play the Jorgenson's Inn ballroom for New Year's Eve.

Yoshi had other things on his mind of late. He had been thinking of his relationship with Jeff, and where it had been and where it was going. Jeff had been so good to him. He loved Jeff more than ever. Jeff had given him much love and support those first weeks he had lived here, and had never stopped giving it. A thought slipped through his mind on a few occasions.

He thought of asking Jeff to marry him. In a way they did act like a married couple, doing everything together. Their lives revolved around each other. Their love was so strong for each other. Yoshi felt that each time they made love, the sex they did was a celebration of that love. It seemed to have affected Brent and Travis, because both boys became closer than ever. Yoshi and the other guys gave Brent much needed support when he finally came out to his Aunt. She had reacted by giving Blake and Connor her blessing.

"What the hell took you so long in telling me?" she had demanded.

Turned out she had known for a long time. Travis' Mom didn't take it so well. She disowned him immediately. Blake's Aunt went bat shit, nearly beat her up. Travis moved in with Blake and the two had been inseparable since. Connor came out gay, too.

His father surprised him by admitting that he had desired Connor ever since his wife left them when Connor was barely one. Nelson had raised Connor all by himself, changing the boy's diapers and taking care of him. Connor and his father didn't waste time cementing their bond even more. Connor even revealed his secret desire to be babied every now and then. That was a wish Nelson was only too happy to accommodate.

Things were going so well.

Yoshi found his thoughts drifting time and time again to the thought of him and Jeff being married. He decided to go and talk to Zeus about it.

"That's not unusual for someone to think about when they love someone," Zeus said as he sipped his coffee as they sat in his office.

"But two guys?" Yoshi asked.

"There are a few boys I know who have made commitments to each other," Zeus said," You would be taking it one step farther."

"Would Arkansas allow it?" Yoshi asked.

"I can call the Jorgenson's attorney and have him find out," Zeus said.

"I'd appreciate it," Yoshi said.

The wait was torture. Every time the phone rang, Yoshi literally jumped on it. Jeff wondered what the hell was going on. The week before Christmas, Yoshi finally got his answer.

"Yoshi? It's Zeus. Good news. It's a yes," the man said.

Yoshi went nuts. He danced all over the house with joy. He felt so excited. He made his plans, deciding to propose on Christmas Eve in front of the fireplace. He knew Jeff's ring size, so he went and bought the ring, a two-karat diamond. He couldn't wait. Christmas Eve finally came. They were lying in front of the fireplace, the fire drying the sweat on their skin after they had made love. Yoshi decided the time was right. He reached under the couch and retrieved the ring box.

"Jeff, I love you so much. You mean the world to me. You've given me yourself without question, without hesitation. You've made my life good. You complete me. Jeff, will you marry me?" Yoshi said, bringing the ring box up in view.

He opened it and took the ring out, and slipped it on Jeff's finger. Jeff looked at it, tears forming in his eyes and then rolling down his cheeks.

"Yes I will," he said, and they kissed.

Then they made love again. Yoshi felt so complete now. The lovemaking that night went above and far beyond what they had experienced before. There were no doubts they would be happy forever.

They made the announcement over Christmas dinner at the Jorgenson's house. There was silence for a moment, then applause broke out. Everyone congratulated them. The Jorgensons insisted on catering it. Benjy said he could come up with entertainment.

"Not that kind of entertainment, bro. I think they've got something a little more traditional than that in mind," Daniel said.

"I was thinking along those lines, you blockhead!" Benjy snapped, grinning.

"Guys, guys. It's a bit of time off. Plenty of time to work it all out." Jeff said.

"Lots to do, lots of things to plan," Jeff sighed.

"We'll make it," Yoshi smiled, hugging Jeff.

"I know we will," Jeff looked at Yoshi, kissing him.

The word got around Peckertown by the end of the week. The phone practically rang off the hook, people were calling to congratulate them. Officials from Little Rock came out to meet the boys. They were concerned that Yoshi and Jeff were being put up to it. Once they found out that it had been Yoshi's idea they helped them file for the certificate and all the particulars. The date was set for mid May, the middle of spring.

"To start us off right love," Yoshi grinned.

Jeff agreed with that. Naturally there was discussions as to how the wedding would be done. People asked them who would wear the wedding dress. Jeff joked it would be him. Yoshi had laughed and gone along with the joke. He had thought of that quite a few times, but knew they would both wear tuxedos. Just the thought of them being together for life made him feel so good. Things changed for them now that they were going to marry. They knew things would be different, and they accepted that fact. They would truly be a part of each other, one together. They wanted it that way.

Powersound's New Year's Eve concert went very well. The crowd gave them a standing ovation. Yoshi went over to the keyboards and sang a love song for Jeff that brought the house down. The audience threw roses on the stage as the two boys embraced and kissed. Their love was so far out in the open. Even opponents stated that while they opposed gay people, the world should be more like them, loving and caring.

When the band was introduced at the New Year's half time show at the football stadium in Peckertown, they got another standing ovation. They really rocked the house on that one. Things finally started getting serious around the end of January. Things needed to be done. Yoshi asked Daniel to give him away. Simon, Brent and Travis would be with him up there as well. Jeff asked Elija Jorgenson to give him away and chose Benjy, Connor, and Zeus for his side. They chose the church and asked the Rev. John to do it.

Zeus sat down with both of them and had a very serious talk with them about what it meant to be married. He was concerned, and wanted to make sure they really understood what they were getting into. People all over the state wrote letters to the newspapers and magazines about their concerns, and experts went on TV saying the same thing. Jeff and Yoshi chose to ignore them all. Band commitments, the dojo, and other things kept the two busy. It was mid April that Yoshi got the shock of his life.

It was a clear crisp day. The clouds had finally rolled out of the area after raining on Peckertown for nearly two weeks. Yoshi had been glad of that. Being house bound was driving him buggy. He had gone to the post office and mailed all the invitations, all four hundred. He and Jeff hadn't realized they knew so many people. He got back home, pulling the convertible MG into the garage. He didn't see the motor home turn the corner. Yoshi checked the phone machine for messages. One was from the tuxedo place, asking everyone to come in for a fitting, Yoshi or Jeff coming along. The next one was from Jeff, kiss kiss. That made Yoshi smile. Simon was next; telling them a new show's booking was set. The doorbell rang right then. Yoshi turned off the machine, saving the rest of the messages.

He opened the door, and his jaw fell open. His father stood there on the step.

"Dad?" Yoshi whispered, fear grabbing his guts.

"Son," Ieyasu Toranaga bowed.

Yoshi felt rooted to the spot. He didn't know what to do. He stepped back. "Come in."

He led his family to the living room, and they sat down. Yoshi felt his emotions churning inside of him. He knew it had to be now or never. He stood up and faced his father.

"Dad, I forgive you for what happened that day a year ago," he said.

Ieyasu looked up at his son, tears in his eyes. "I hoped you would, my son. I failed you when you needed me most. I am so sorry."

Before he knew it, they were hugging each other, tears running down their faces. Then he hugged his Mariko, his Mother and his brothers, Shiro and Tosho. The phone rang right then.

"Yoshi, are you all right?" Zeus sounded frantic in his ear.

"Yes, now. I got my family back," he sniffed. "Everything's cool."

"Thank God," Zeus sounded relieved. "Talk to you later. Call if you need help."

Yoshi hung up the phone and went into the kitchen to make tea. It took him nearly two hours to relate a year's events to them. Jeff came home then and stood in the doorway when he saw them in the living room. Ieyasu stood up and walked over to Jeff.

"So, this is the young man who has won your heart," he said.

"Yes Dad. This is Jeff," he said standing next to Jeff.

"I am glad to meet you," he said

He put one hand over each boy's heart. "I give you both my blessing," he said.

Yoshi broke down in tears again, hugging his father. Now life was perfect. Over dinner that night, he told them of his current plans. It appeared that his father had a change of heart when he read about them in the papers back in Tennessee.

"It seemed to me that this was a good time to come here and find you and make things right. I should not have done what I did," Ieyasu said.

"Now we are a complete family again father. That makes me happy. You will come back for the wedding, won't you?" Yoshi asked.

Ieyasu smiled. "Of course. We wouldn't miss it for the world."

Yoshi grinned. Jeff was happy to see his lover overjoyed at having his family back. He felt a bit sad about his own family abandoning him. Mariko noticed the look on his face.

"I will be happy to have you be part of this family," she said.

Jeff's face lit up. Yoshi smiled, knowing his Mother had said the right thing. Everyone went to bed around ten that night. Jeff held Yoshi close to him as he always did.

Ieyasu got up around three in the morning. After he used the bathroom, he peeked in on the boys. He saw how happy they were together. Mariko slipped up behind him and touched him on the cheek. They got back into bed together.

"We were like that when we married," she said.

"I know. We still are love," he said, kissing her.

They stayed for the week, watching the band play a dance in the town hall, touring Arkansas. When they left, they promised to be back and to keep in touch. They kept their promise.

***

A knock sounded, breaking into Yoshi's thoughts. He turned to see his father come in.

"It's time my son," he said, smiling.

He exhaled sharply, trying to settle his nerves. Ieyasu walked over and adjusted Yoshi's bow tie.

"You look so handsome, my son. You are so lucky to have found someone to love," he said. "I am sure the both of you will be happy for many years to come."

"Thanks, father. I love you," he said.

They hugged each other. Yoshi followed his father out and waited until his parent's walked down the aisle and took their seats. His brothers and the two sets of grooms followed them.

The six grooms in position Daniel took his hand and kissed him on the cheek. "For luck." Daniel escorted Yoshi up the aisle.

Then Jeff came walking in with Mr. Jorgenson. Yoshi turned to watch him come forward. Everything faded away as he focused on Jeff. Jeff was so beautiful to him. He looked really handsome in his soft blue tuxedo. Jeff stopped on the platform right next to Yoshi. He looked into Yoshi's eyes. Yoshi slipped into Getsumi no Michi, beginning the final bonding process. He could still hear Rev. John talking. He took Jeff's hand, and Jeff knew what was going on. Yoshi had explained it all before hand.

They felt themselves start to merge, start to become one in spirit, mind, and soul. They already had joined physically, having done that the first time they made love. The mating ritual was finally completed. They were one together. Now it was time for their vows.

Jeff turned to Yoshi, taking Yoshi's ring from Benjy.

"I Jeff, with this ring, do thee wed, and promise to stand beside you in all things, in good times and bad, in sickness and in health, for richer and poorer, for as long as I live," he said, sliding the ring on Yoshi's hand.

Yoshi turned to face Jeff after he took Jeff's ring from Travis.

"I Yoshi Toranaga, with this ring, do thee wed, and promise to stand beside you in all things, in good times and bad, in sickness and in health, for richer and poorer, for as long as I live," he said, putting the ring on Jeff's finger.

"Let these two prosper together now and forever. I now pronounce you both married," Rev. John said. "You may kiss."

They did, holding each other as they tenderly kissed. Both boys turned to face everyone. Yoshi saw a tear in his parent's eyes.

"I am pleased to introduce Jeff and Yoshi Toranaga," Rev. John announced.

People stood and applauded as Yoshi and Jeff walked down the aisle. They felt so overjoyed. Yoshi turned and kissed Jeff once more, putting as much passion as he could into it. Jeff responded, doing the same.

"Guys, we're going to need you back in here for pictures," Daniel said.

"Sure," Yoshi said.

Jeff led the way, leading Yoshi into a side door. They posed for the required pictures, then came time to lead people to the reception. When they walked out the door people started throwing rice. Jeff laughed as they reached the limousine. Tony opened the door. They got in, then Tony closed the door. There in the small mini bar, were two glasses and a chilled bottle of champagne.

"Cheers!" Tony grinned.

They poured the glasses and toasted each other as the limo drove through the streets to the new hotel where the reception was. The Jorgensons had gone all out. The place was beautifully decorated. They arrived first, and went inside. The guys joined them for the reception line, Yoshi's parents standing next to him. Zeus had accepted Jeff's invitation to stand in for his father. As the people filed in and congratulated them, they handed the wedding gifts to them.

Scott Davis took them and put them aside. He and his crew were handling the security for the event. Yoshi felt better knowing they were there. There had been some anonymous threats.

Once people were seated, Benjy came out. He had left his tux on, having been warned by his father not to wear his leathers.

"Good evening Ladies and Gentlemen. My name is Benjamin Jorgenson, welcome to the party. Please welcome the Moonlight Orchestra," he said.

A group of boys in tuxedos came out carrying their instruments. Yoshi's jaw dropped. The boys were from the barracks.

"I didn't know they could play," he said.

"This is news to me," Daniel said, amazed.

They started in, and to everyone's amazement, did very well. Yoshi and Jeff were called up for the first dance. Before long people were dancing up a storm. The party was in full swing. Daniel went over to Benjy.

"How in hell did you manage this?" he asked.

"Wasn't my idea," Benjy said. "They were the ones who thought of it themselves. I had something in mind similar to this, but they beat me to it. These guy can play. They practiced for weeks before telling me about it."

"Make sure they get bonuses. They earned it," Daniel said.

"Already done," Benjy grinned at his older brother.

As the evening went on, there was more good music, great food, dancing, and the usual stuff. Jeff tossed his flowers, and Margaret caught them. Then Yoshi proceeded to remove the garter from Jeff's right leg and toss it. Daniel was the one who caught it.

"Guess who's next!" some one called out to much laughter.

Daniel blushed and looked at Marc Fogel. Marc walked over, put the garter on his lover's arm and kissed him hard.

It was late when the party started winding down. People began leaving, saying their congratulations. Finally they were almost alone, just a few people left. Benjy motioned for the lights to dim, leaving only the colored ones. Jeff and Yoshi slow danced while Brent sang a love song. Then their limo was ready to go. They would stay in the honeymoon suite at the Inn Boy Inn before leaving for their trip the next morning. Scott and his crew would take care of the wedding gifts and watch the house. Tony drove them there.

"Your luggage is upstairs, the overnighters. The rest is in the MG downstairs," he grinned.

Yoshi nodded. "Thanks man."

Jeff led the way in. People in the lobby applauded as they walked in. Bruce the bellhop led them upstairs to their room. Yoshi looked into Jeff's eyes as he picked up his beloved and carried him in.

"Love you," he said, kissing him.

"Love you," Jeff whispered as he returned the kiss.

Yoshi slowly undressed Jeff, taking the time to admire the boy's body. Jeff smiled the whole time; then he stepped forward and undressed Yoshi. Yoshi turned the lights down low and poured some champagne, handed Jeff his glass, and then slipped into bed with him.

"Here's to our new life together, my love. May we be happy forever," Yoshi said.

They sipped it, then set it aside. Jeff snuggled down into Yoshi's arms.

"I'm glad I met you, fell in love with you, and became your hubby," Jeff said.

"I'm glad I married you, became your hubby. I've loved you from that first moment, and will never stop," Yoshi said.

Jeff moved in Yoshi's arms. He began kissing Yoshi, beginning the lovemaking that would last the rest of their lives.

The stars moved silently above, moonlight shone in the window, falling across the couple as they made the sweetest of love, then blessed them with sweet dreams when they went to sleep, content their love was secure forever.

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