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This story is pure fiction.  I would like to get some feedback.  Good
or bad.  Let me know what you think.  Everyone who responded
encouraged me to complete the story.   Here is the rest of it.  This
version is almost a total re-write.  If you cried like I did in
writing this, please let me know.

quietman53@aol.com


PART 01 - CORY

Richard was a quiet man...a strong determined man.  His 50 years wore
well on him as he thought of his life, it's past and it's future.  The
office was closed for the day, but he continued looking out the window
well after his employees had departed for parts unknown.  As he
watched the rain trail across the window of his office, he remembered
that day just a few months ago.  "God," he thought to himself.  "What
have we wrought.  So much has happened.  So many rules broken.  When
did it all start?  That's the easy part.  But how will it all end?"
Richard don't know.  It really started the day he met Cory.

His own business has done fairly well.  He was in control of his
destiny.  However, the health of the business has caused him some of
the problems he was feeling that day many months ago.  The business
had been growing over the years but now was at a point where he
couldn't control every aspect of it anymore.  There's a feeling of
helplessness when something that you've controlled for years has now
grown out of your control.  It's like having children.  Their entire
growing up process is one of leaving the parents for their parts
unknown.  From the moment they are born...totally dependent...they
start growing away from their parents.  Parents try to hold on, and
that causes pain when they hold on too much and fight the inevitable.
He was at this point with his business.  He was not in control
anymore.  The business was running itself.  It had grown up.

It was a sullen black evening in October of 1996 when Richard left his
office that night in a bad mood.  It was dark out and had been raining
for a couple of hours by then.  It was somewhere around 10:00 pm when
he drove out of the parking lot and headed for the interstate highway
to take him home.  He kept thinking about his life and at 50, where
had he been and where was he going.  Mid life crisis?  Possibly...he
didn't know.  All he knew at that point was that he wasn't as happy as
he should have been.

Just as the entrance to the interstate approached out of the rain and
darkness, a dark figure under the street light came into his view.  He
couldn't tell if it was male or female, old or young.  But just by the
way this person was standing he felt that something was wrong.  He was
sure that his mood that night had something to do with the impression
that he had about this person.  He turned on the cars right turn
indicator and slowed to make the turn onto the interstate.  Again he
looked up and just in that instant realized that this person had seen
him and was putting it's hand out in the familiar sign of a hitch
hiker.  "I don't pick up hitch hikers....ever!" instantly filled his
mind.  As he started to turn he saw that it was a he, a young male.
His shoulders were drooping, his head bowed, he looked like his pain
was worse than his own that night.  Who knows why we do some of the
things we do?  He had no reason for doing it, but he braked hard and
spun the wheel to the right and stopped the car about 50 feet beyond
the figure in the rain.  He looked in the rear view mirror and saw him
pick up a bag looking like a sports bag and start running toward the
car.  He stopped running about 20 feet from the car and approached the
passenger side window.  Richard lowered the window just as he stuck
his head in and asked, "Which way are you headed?"
"I'm going south for about 20 miles and then I get off the interstate
to go home"
"That's ok by me."  He spoke softly with no emotion.  "Can you take me
as far as you're going?" he added.
"I suppose I can.  Hop in and get out of the rain"
"Can I put my bag on the rear seat?"
"Sure."  Richard unlocked the rear door and he threw his bag on the
seat as it was too large to fit on the floor in front of the seat.
They both noticed that the rain water began dripping from the bag onto
the seat at about the same time.  Richard looked up at him just as he
said, "Sorry,  I can put this in the truck if you'd like."
"No.  That's ok."  He didn't want to get out and open the trunk in the
rain.  "Just get in and out of the rain."
The boy slid onto the front seat and closed the door behind him.
Richard looked over his left shoulder to see that the coast was clear
and pulled the car onto the entrance ramp and headed south.

The boy didn't say anything.  He sat there looking down at the floor
without moving as eater was dripping from his head into his lap.  He
looked cold and Richard had the feeling he was also afraid.  "Probably
of me or of life in general." Richard thought to himself.
"How far are you going" Richard asked in a calm tone.
"Just south"
There was a silence that followed.  Something wasn't right.  He was
too quiet.  Richard felt that if he tried to talk to this youth, he
would be treading on some grief deep inside him.  He just remained
silent.
"I'm sorry" he said after about two minutes.  "I'm not thinking too
clearly right now. I didn't mean to be rude."
"That's ok"
Richard didn't try to talk to him any more, and the boy didn't offer
any words of conversation.  He kept wondering why he picked him up in
the first place.  He appeared to be a teenager.  As Richard was 50
years old, he knew that he had nothing in common with this youth so he
kept my mouth shut, hoping that he would soon be leaving.  But than
the realization came to him that when he left him on the street, he
would be out in the rain again.
"Do you know how far Toledo is from here" the boy suddenly asked.
"It's about an hour away from here.  Any particular place in Toledo
you're headed?"
"No.  I just want to head south, maybe to Florida."
"Long way to be hitch hiking" Richard added.
"You don't happen to have a map do you."
"Yeah.  There's one in the glove box."
The boy opened the glove box, and the light inside illuminated his
face for the first time.  He was indeed a teenager, about 15 years old
Richard guessed.  His hair was a deep slate black, but because it was
wet, it probably was a lot lighter when dry.
He pulled out the map and opened it.  It was a Michigan map that only
showed the route to Toledo and than was cut off.  Richard turned on
the overhead light so he could better see the map.
"Thanks" he said.
He looked at the map for about two minutes and than put his hand to
his face and held it there.  He rubbed his eye and a quiet sniffle
come out of him.
Then Richard looked over...and saw.
He was crying.  That wasn't rain water on his cheeks.  Those were
tears. The boy looked toward Richard and saw that he had seen him
crying.  He turned out the overhead light in an attempt to hide his
tears, turned and started looking out the side window.  Nothing was
said right away, but then the sound of a sniffle could be heard again.
"Is everything all right?" Richard finally asked.
He didn't answer.  He just starred out the window.  Again, the
question was asked.  "Are you OK?"
The boy turned to Richard after another long silence and said, "It's
OK, don't worry.  I'll be all right."

That's when Richard saw the blood........

His right cheek, high up by his cheek bone, was cut open and a small
amount of blood was still dripping down the right side of his face.
He put his hand up to his cheek to hide the cut and turned away.
"What happened to your cheek?"  Richard immediately knew he shouldn't
have asked.  This kid was obviously very embarrassed by his present
condition.  Richard kept a towel in the back seat to wipe up any
spills in the car, so he reached over, grabbed the towel and held it
out to the boy.  The boy took the towel and held it to his face.
After a moment like this, he lowered his head into the towel toward
his lap and started to cry again.  This went on for about another
minute.  As the sobs began to lessen, he looked at Richard and said,
"Mister, I'm sorry.  I just can't seem to help it."

Sorrow filled Richard.  Just by the way he did or said things, by the
words and voice inflections he used told Richard he was probably a
good kid who was in trouble.
"Do you want me to take you home?"
"No......No, that's okay."
"You sure?"
The boy shook his head slowly, and then said, "I can't go home."
"Is something wrong?"

Silence

"Does your mom or dad know where you are?"
"My mom died about three years ago."
"How about your dad?"

Silence

Suddenly he turned toward Richard and in a loud voice with more
emotion than the boy had shown all night said, "I can't go home
because my DAD is the one who hit me.  He threw me out of the house
tonight."

END OF PART 01

PART 02 - CORY

Anger began to fill his whole being.  He was a father.  "How can
someone do this to his kid."  "I've never been able to understand some
people who have children and then forget them.  What was it that this
kid could have done?" Richard thought to himself.  He was becoming
furious.

The car was approaching Richard's exit, but he felt that he couldn't
leave this kid on the street this late at night in the condition he
was in.  His anger began to subside and was being replaced with a real
desire to help him.  But, he wasn't sure what to say or what to do.
"Are you hungry?  Have you had anything to eat?"
"It's ok.  I had a big lunch."
"I think you might need to get some food in you.  It'll at least make
you feel better."

Richard pulled off the interstate in search of a MacDonalds.  He
didn't think the boy wanted to go into a restaurant and face other
people right now.  A "drive thru" would be better.  He spotted a
MacDonalds and pulled into the drive thru lane.  "Welcome to
MacDonalds.  Can I take your order" came from the box outside the
drivers window.  Richard turned to him and said, "What's your
pleasure?"
"Just a quarter pounder, small fries and a small sprite."
Richard gave the box his order and added a quarter pounder and a
coffee for myself.  They picked up their food, pulled into an open
parking space and turned off the engine.  They both ate slowly and
Richard could tell that the boy was having trouble chewing his food.
It was obvious that he was in pain as he tried to eat.  He finished it
all though which meant he was hungry.
"What's your name?"
"Cory.  Cory Anderson"
"My name is Richard, but people just call me Rich.  How old are you
Cory?"
"15, but I'll be 16 in two months."

The subject was approached again. "Can I ask you what happened to you
tonight?"
"Mister....Rich.  Thanks for the food.  I really was a little hungry."
He didn't seem to want to tell Richard what had happened.
They sat in silence for another minute or so.
When the boy again spoke his voice was open and had lost any sign of
defensivness.  "Rich, I don't know what to do.  My dad threw me out,
and I just wanted to get as far away from here as possible."
"What did you do that was so terrible.  Your dad is probably out
looking for you.  I'm sure he's sorry."
"No.  You don't know him.  I hate him.  I always have.  He's beat me
most of my life."
"So, what happened tonight?"

Silence

"So?"
"He had been drinking again today.  He works from 3 in the morning
till noon and is off the rest of the day.  He drinks almost every day.
When I got home from school, he was waiting for me.  He wanted to know
about this letter that I had written to a friend of mine.  Mike was my
best friend all through grade school, but he moved away last year.  We
write often and can talk to each other about anything.  My dad was
holding this letter that I was going to send to Mike but it wasn't
finished yet."
"Was it something in the letter?"
"Yes.  I told you that Mike and I can talk about anything to each
other.  Well.....I don't know how to say this and I hope that you
don't get mad at me.........."
"Cory, I won't get mad at you. What is it?"
"I told Mike that I.......that I think I might ......might be gay."

Silence.

"Your dad had a problem with that?"
"My dad was put in jail once for attacking a man that he thought was a
fag.  That's what he calls them....fags.  I just couldn't tell him or
talk to him about myself."
Rich's heart went out for this boy.  He wanted to cry but held it
back.  Rich's eyes were starting to mist when he started the car.  
"Do you have any place to go tonight?"
"I don't have any family here, but I do have an aunt living in
Florida."
"Why don't you stay at my place tonight?  We can get this mess
straightened out tomorrow."
"Mister.....Rich, you don't have to do this.  You've already helped me
get out of the rain and thank you for dinner, but...."
"Cory, don't say anything more.  I live alone and have a spare
bedroom.  You're not old enough to be doing this...trying to hitch
hike to Florida....and you need a place to stay tonight."
"Thank you" was all he said.
Cory sat back on the car seat and rested his head.  His eyes were open
looking up, but he wasn't really seeing anything.  He was deep in some
thought, probably remembering his day.......and what a day it's been.

Rich guided the car into the garage and closed the garage door with
the remote.  Cory got out of the car and was looking around when Rich
said, "Come on, this way."  They walked into the mud room at the back
of the house.  It's a two story house with family room, kitchen,
living room and dining room downstairs.  Upstairs are a bathroom and
three bedrooms, but one of the bedrooms has been turned into an
office.  "My daughter uses the other bedroom, but now she has an
apartment up at college.  I suspect that she won't be back as she's
engaged to be married when she graduates in a couple of months."  Out
back is a large deck with a gazebo and hot tub.  Rich spends a lot of
summer time out there.  It's secluded because of the hedges that
shield the yard from the neighbors.
"Would you like to take a shower before going to bed?"
"Ya....I think I need one."

Rich led him upstairs to the bathroom and got out a towel.  The
bathroom has two doors, one to the hallway and the other to Rich's
bedroom.  "You can get out of your clothes in the bathroom and throw
them out to me through that door when you're done.  I'm going to put
them in the washer.  I don't know how to get out the blood stains, but
the rest should be ok."

Cory closed the door and shortly afterwards the sound of water
starting to hit the tub bottom could be heard.  Shortly after, the
door to Rich's bedroom opened just a crack and out came his pants, tee
shirt and socks.  Than the door closed.  Rich assumed his tennis shoes
were still in the bathroom.  He thought he was in the shower when the
door again opened.  But this time it was opened all the way,  He
tossed out his underwear to the middle of the bedroom floor.  For a
moment he stood in front of Rich completely naked.  Cory is a very
good looking boy.  About 5'-10" tall and about 160 lbs.  His face is
very smooth with deep blue eyes.  His build is that of a swimmer,
strong legs, narrow waist, well developed chest and strong shoulders.
He looked better developed than any 15 year old Rich had seen before.
His hair was indeed black with slate highligts and was matched in
color by the mound of pubic hair just above his penis.  Rich couldn't
move.  He must have been in a trance.  He just stood there looking at
Cory as he closed the door and got into the shower.  Rich's heart was
now pounding.  "What is happening to me." he thought.  "I'm not gay",
but the sight of his body was triggering some kind of emotion within
him.  "I don’t think I understand it, but maybe I really do."  He kept
the image of his penis in my mind...all 3 1/2" of it.  He wondered how
long it would be when he had a woody.

Rich's bisexuality had been hidden from not only his family, but
himself as well.  He had played the role so well taught him by
society, that even he had a hard time knowing who or what he really
was half of the time.  But tonight, things were starting to change for
Richard.  This was the beginning of his emergance as a whole human
being again.

Rich broke away from his thoughts and went to check on the bed.  It
needed clean sheets, so he got some out and proceeded to make his bed.
Then he went down stairs to put his clothes in the washer.  On the way
he picked up his bag to see if Cory had any other clothes that needed
washing.  The bag was almost empty.  The only things in the bag were a
pair of worn sneakers, white (almost gray now) tube socks, white (gray
again) tee shirt, gray flannel gym shorts and a jock strap (yellowed).
They must have been in his gym locker at school.  So he tossed the
whole works in the washer and turned it on.

Upstairs, he heard the water shut off.  Rich headed upstairs again,
but on the way he grabbed an extra tooth brush.  He knocked on the
bathroom door and said, "I have an extra tooth brush here if you
need."
"Thanks, man.  I really had to leave home in a hurry and didn't really
get to pack. 
The door opened only a crack and he pushed the tooth brush in.  Cory's
hand closed on it.  And as Rich felt the touch of Cory's hand.  his
heart jumped again at the touch.  "What is it about this boy?" he
thought.  He was rather confused but again tried to put it out of my
mind for now.

Rich realized that Cory had nothing to wear.  All his clothes were in
the washer and none of Rich's would fit him.  He was 6'-0" and about
180 lbs. with a waist 33."  "Cory's waist is probably about 29" or
30", Richard thought.  Rich had a dark blue terry cloth robe that he
put on when going from the hot tub to the house (He always skinny
dipped in the hot tub), so he grabbed it for Cory.  Cory came out of
the bathroom wearing the towel wrapped around him as he stepped into
Rich's bedroom.  He looked good!  His hair was now clean and sparkled.
There was no fat on this boy.  He was lean and smooth.  What little
hair he did have was on his forearms and legs.  It was a soft brown
color.  Rich handed him the robe.  Cory looked around, Rich could tell
that the boy didn't want to remove the towel in front of him to put on
the robe.  Rich turned his back to him and walked across the hall to
Cory's bedroom.

"You can sleep in here.  I've put new sheets on the bed for you."
Rich looked around to see that Cory had followed him into the other
bedroom.  He was now wearing the robe.  He walked over and sat on the
bed.  He looked up at Rich and just focused onto Rich's eyes.  He
didn't say anything, but Rich could see his blue eyes start to get
cloudy.  His eyes had a longing in them that told him that this boy
was not all right.  There was pain there.  There is more than just his
dad beating him and throwing him out.  Rich felt he wanted to...no,
needed to protect him from any more pain.  He walked over toward him
and sat next to him on the bed.  As he sat down, Cory turned to him
and said, "I don't know why you're doing this.  Why you're being so
good to someone you don't know yet, but all I can say is thank you."

Just then the tears welled up and his arms shot out and around Rich's
neck.  He pulled Rich toward him and started to cry.  Rich held him
like it was meant to be.  He was crying along with Cory, he don't know
why.  This was a very emotional moment.  Cory was opening up to him
like he needed someone to love him....really love him and for someone
he could love.  Rich had known Cory for about 2 1/2 hours.  "All I did
was get him out of the rain, feed him, give him a place to clean up
and a place to sleep." he thought to himself.  There was more to this
boy than Rich had thought.  Something was missing in his life, and he
wanted to find out what.

"I’m sorry Rich.  I didn’t mean to get blubbery.  I guess I’m pretty
strung out."
"Why don’t you get some sleep Cory?"

Rich laid him back with his head on the pillow.  He pulled a blanket
over him and looked into his eyes again.  "Get some sleep now.  Let's
talk in the morning."  With that Cory closed his eyes.  Rich stood
looking at him for another moment then turned off the light and left
the room.

He wasn't very sleepy after witnessing the outpour of emotion in his
room.  He went downstairs to think.  As he walked through the kitchen
he noticed Cory's wallet sitting on the counter.  Rich had taken it
out of his jeans just before he started to wash clothes.  He opened
it.   Cory had no money and didn't have a drivers license yet, but
there was a school ID and another identification card in the wallet.
The second card had his address and telephone number on it.  Rich
wrote them down on another piece of paper and stuck it in his wallet.
It was late, but he told myself that Cory's father had a right to know
where his son was and that he was all right.  He picked up the
telephone and dialed the number hoping that he was home.  He knew that
Cory's dad went to work around 3 am and was probably sleeping now.
The phone rang five times before it was picked up.
"Ya?"
"Hello, is this Mr. Anderson?"
"Ya.  What do you want?"
"My name is Richard Mathews."
A moment of silence followed.
"So?"
"I picked up your son Cory this evening.  He was hitch hiking along
the road."
"So?"
"Well I thought that you might want to know where he is."
"Listen, I don't care where the little shit is.  He can be in hell for
all I care."
This shocked Richard.  He wasn't sure what he was hearing.
"Mr. Anderson, I wanted to tell you that he's all right.  I'm letting
him sleep at my place tonight and will bring him back tomorrow."
"You one of his faggot friends?  Don't you dare bring him here.  I
don't want to see his faggy ass anywhere near me.  Is that
understood?"
With that the phone went dead.  He stood holding the receiver for a
few moments trying to comprehend what he had just heard.  When he
finally hung the phone up, he was convinced that he would never return
Cory to that bigoted piece of white trash.  He didn't know if what he
was doing was legal.  He was not his guardian, but he didn't want to
send Cory home to someone that didn't want him.
He put Cory's clothes in the dryer, set the timer and went to bed.


END OF PART 02

PART 03 - CORY

The next morning the sun was already up when Rich awoke.  He looked at
the clock on the stand next to his bed and it told him that he was
late for work.  It was already 8:00.  He laid back down to collect his
thoughts about the day when it hit him.  He jerked straight up in bed.
He had remembered that there was someone else sleeping in the house.
He got out of bed and looked out the door across the hall.  Cory's
door was still closed, and he assumed he was still sleeping.  He would
let him sleep because he probably needed it, he thought to himself. 

Rich stepped into the bathroom to take his morning shower.  As he
showered and shaved, he decided to call his office and tell them he
wouldn't be there for a day or two.  "Nice to own the company so you
can do this." he thought.  He dressed in jeans, tee shirt and deck
shoes.  When he arrived down stairs to get himself some coffee, he
found that Cory had already been there.  Sitting on the counter was a
hot cup of coffee, a spoon, the bottle of milk and some sugar.
"I didn't know if you took cream or sugar in your coffee so I got them
both out just in case."
Rich turned to see Cory coming around the corner from the family room.
"No, I just take my coffee black.  How do you feel this morning?  You
were a little strung out last night."
"I feel great.  I guess I really needed the sleep.  I was out like a
light and didn't wake up until I heard you get in the shower this
morning."
"I called your dad last night."
Cory turned to Rich and just starred.  The silence was so loud Rich's
ears hurt.  Tension in the air shot up.
"I thought that he had a right to know where you were and that you
were all right."
"You shouldn't have done that."
"I had to."
"Look, you were nice to me, and I thought that you might care but
guess I was wrong.  I'll just be on my way."
"Cory, shut up and listen to me.  I had to call your dad.  I'm not
your legal guardian, and you can't stay here without his permission."
"Well, did he give it?"
"You don't want to go back to him do you?"
"NO!  I don't ever want to see him again."
"Last night you touched my heart.  When I held you in my arms I was
crying right along with you.  I made a vow that I would try to help
you if I could.  I want you to stay here."

Silence

"I'm sorry.....(pause)..man, I keep saying that to you.  I'm just one
fucked up kid.  I thought that you were going to bring me back to my
dad.  I got scarred and mad........Do you really mean it?  I mean can
I stay here?"
"Last night I was going to bring you back to your dad.  But after I
talked to him, I realized that that would be the wrong thing to do.
That would only hurt you more.  So I decided that you should stay
here, if you want to.  So the anwser is yes, but I need to work on
this legally.  I guess we don't want your dad coming in and trying to
take you back now do we.  I also have a set of rules that you have to
follow just like any other parent would have."
He could see the tears returning to Cory's eyes.  But this time there
was no pain.  Only pure joy and maybe a sense of freedom.  The smile
was a mile long across his face.
"First, no drugs.  Second no alcohol,  Third, you've got to go back to
school, and I mean getting good grades in school too."
"I've seen what booze does to my dad.  I'll probably never touch the
stuff.  I don't smoke regularly.  I mean I've tried it a couple of
times."
"What school did you go to?"
"Plymouth High.  I actually like school, but my grades may not show
it."
"Do you have many friends there?"
"Not anymore.  Mike was my best friend...I told you about him last
night...but he moved away.  I guess I really don't have any close
friends left."
"Do you have a girlfriend?"

Cory looked down at the floor.  As he looked back up he said, "No, I
don't have a girlfriend."That's why my dad beat me and threw me
out...........he found out that I was thinking that I'm gay.  I guess
he wanted nothing to do with me.  I don't want to be!.  I want to be
normal like everyone else!  I guess I'm ashamed of myself for what
I've become.  Mike listened to me.  He knew."
Rich could feel the hurt return to Cory's voice.  Cory's emerging
sexuality seemed to be a big part of his problems.  Rich wasn't sure
that he wanted to continue with this line too far until he knew more.
There may be time later.
"Let's talk about that later, Cory.  First thing, I want to get you to
a doctor to look at your face."
"I don't have a regular doctor.  Dad always thought they were a waste
of money."
"We'll go to mine.  Your clothes are still in the dryer, so I'm afraid
they're not ironed yet.  Hop down there and get them and get dressed.
I'll call and see if we can get an appointment today."  Cory headed
down into the basement to get his clothes, and Rich picked up the
phone.

He was able to get an appointment for 30 minutes from the time he
placed the call.  As they walked into the waiting room, the
receptionist called out, "Mr. Mathews?"
"Yes"
"Dr. Stone is expecting you.  Please come with me.  Oh, and here, you
can fill out this form while you wait for him."
She led Cory and Rich down a hall to an examining room.  As she closed
the door behind them, she looked over at Cory.  Rich could tell that
she had noticed the bruises on his cheeks and probably was wondering
if Rich had anything to do with them.  Rich just looked at her as she
closed the door.

Cory didn't say anything while they waited.  Rich could tell he was
nervous as he kept squirming.  While Rich filled out the form, he'd
walk around the room looking at the posters on the walls about not
smoking and birth control.  Within ten minutes Dr. Fred Stone walked
in.
"Good to see you Rich.  How's business been."
"It's actually been pretty good the last two years.  My retirement
looks pretty good too about now."
"Well what can I do for you?  Is this Cory?"
"Cory, meet Dr. Stone.  Dr. Stone, this is Cory Anderson."
"Have a seat on the bench here.  Let's take a look."  Rich had known
Dr. Henry Stone for almost 20 years, and he had been his physician for
almost all of that time.  Dr. Stone liked practicing family medicine
as opposed to specializing.  He was a strong believer in families.
After a few minutes Henry looked up and said, "Cory, I think I'd like
to get an x-ray of your jaw.  There might be a small fracture that I
want to check out."  He led Cory out of the room and as he went
through the door, he turned to Rich and said, "Please wait.  I need to
talk to you a little bit more."

He waited for Dr. Stone to return knowing exactly what he was going to
say.  He walked back into the room without Cory, closed the door
rather slowly, obviously trying to put on his serious side.
"Who did this?  That boy has been beaten by someone bigger and
stronger than another teenager.  God, I hope it wasn't you."
"No.  It wasn't me.  I think his father did it, but I only have Cory's
side of the story."
"Did you see his back?"
"No, why?"
"He still has welts on both sides of his back.  Also some scarring
tells me that this has been going on for some time."
"No,  I only saw his face.  How bad is it Doc?"
"Oh, Cory will heal.  He'll get better, and probably with no physical
damage if he keeps away from what caused this.  I'm not too sure about
any mental damage."  After a short pause, Henry softly said, "You know
I have to report this." as a statement rather than as a question.
"I know.  But, how long can you hold off?"
"Where is Cory staying now?  Is he going back to his father?"
"He stayed with me last night.  I need some time to talk to Mark."
Mark was Rich's attorney.  Henry, Mark and he had played golf once a
week for over five years now so Henry knew who Rich was talking about.
"I want to find out about getting Cory away from his father."
"Well if he's staying with you, than I guess I can be sure that this
won't happen again.  But eventually, Cory has to go back to his father
unless he's put away.  You keep me informed of what's happening to
Cory.  If there's a chance that he's going back to that man, I have to
step in."
"Thanks Henry.  I’ll let you know what Mark has to say."
Cory returned and Henry left them to wait for the x-ray to be
developed.  "What'd you talk about while I was gone?" Cory asked Rich
as soon as Dr. Stone had closed the door.
"We talked about where you got your bruises.  He also told me that
this has been going on for awhile.  Last night was not the first time
that this happened to you, is it?"
Cory didn't answer, but just stood there looking at him.

Dr. Stone returned with an x-ray in his hand.  He looked at it and
said that there were no fractures and that Cory could go.  He wrote a
prescription for some pain killers in case Cory had trouble moving his
jaw while eating or talking.  Henry and Rich shook hands and made
another date for golf next week.  As they left the back office area
and returned to the waiting room, the receptionist asked for the form
back.  Rich handed it to her and turned to leave.  She called out
after him and asked, "What's the name of the patient.  You didn't put
it down here."  Rich turned back to her and said, "Cory.....Cory
Mathews."

When Cory and Rich got back in the car to head out, Rich picked up the
cell phone and called Mark to ask to see him.  He told Cory that he
wanted him to stay at home until he could get back from his meeting.

Cory was watching television when Rich returned from Mark's office.
He walked into the family room and said, "How about some lunch.  Let's
go out and get a good meal and then I think we need to go shopping for
some clothes for you.  I didn't think you wanted to go back to your
dad's to pick up anything.  If you have anything that you really need
back there, we can work on it.  But for now, let's make a clean break
from your past and look forward to your new future."
"Major cool.  I was wondering how long this tee was going to last.
Most of the clothes I have are getting worn out.  I have a picture of
my mom and one of Mike that I would like to have though.  And yeah, I
could eat a horse about now."

They headed toward the mall.  Cory said he would like to eat after
shopping, so they walked into Hudson's first.  Cory was like a five
year old in a candy shop.  Rich let him pick out his own clothes as he
was better acquainted with the styles today for a teenager than he
was.  Cory tried on shirts, pants, shoes, jackets and even a brightly
colored pair of speedo swim trunks.  He picked out two more pairs of
pants other than jeans and headed for the changing room.  After a few
moments, he stuck his head out and asked for Rich to come in and have
a look at the pants.  He felt a little foolish going into the changing
room with a 15 year old, but Cory wanted to show him.  He had on a
black pair of pants that seemed to be a little too tight in the waist.
"Think they're too small for me?" Cory asked.
"Looks like you could use a larger pair.  How big is your waist?"
"I used to be a 29 but probably now 30.  This pair is a 29, but I
brought in this other pair.  It's a 30."
Cory unzipped the front of his pants and started to take them off.
Under the pants, he was wearing the speedos.  The color of the speedos
was mostly a bright orange with some blotches of purple and green.
The colors were so bright Rich almost had to close his eyes.  "Cory,
why are you wearing those?  You cant wear them out of the store
without paying for them."

"Oh, I wasn't going to do that.  It's just that I like the feel of
speedos.  I just kept them on while I was trying on the rest of the
clothes.  He reached for the waist band of the speedos and put his
fingertips inside of the band.  He started to lower the trunks right
in front of Rich.   He let them drop to the floor around his ankles.
He stepped out of them with one foot and used to other foot to pick
the speedos up and then grabbed them with his hand.  Again Rich was
awe struck at just how beautiful this boy was.  Cory looked at Rich as
Rich slowly turned around to give him a little privacy.  "Hey, man.
That's ok." he said out of nowhere.  He must have sensed Rich's
embarrassment at his pulling down the speedos.  Cory put his underwear
back on.  They finished buying the clothes Cory needed and then headed
for the Burger King located at the center of the mall.

It was probably around 3:00 when they finally sat down to eat.  Most
of the lunch crowd was gone by now, and they were seated by themselves
at a window booth looking out on the mall's interior.  Cory was
watching Rich as they ate in silence.  Every time Rich looked up he
could see Cory's eyes move away from him.  "Are you staring at me
Cory?" he asked.
"I'm sorry...............It's just that..that you've done more for me
in the last 18 hours than my dad ever did in the last three years.
Where do people like you come from?  I was starting to think that my
teachers were full of crap and that there were no good people left."
"Cory.  I don't know what you've been through, but I hope that I can
make the bad part stop.  Yes, your teachers are right.  There are a
lot of good people out there.  Most people are naturally good people.
Some a little different than others, but generally good inside."
"You sure are."
"Thanks. I like you very much.  You're a neat kid.  But Cory, can we
talk about your father a little?"
"What do we need to talk about him for?"
"Because we need to.  The meeting that I had with my attorney this
morning gave me an idea.  How would you like to move in permanently?"
"I thought I did."
"No, I mean legally binding so that I would become your guardian?"
"You'd do that for me?"
"If you want me to."
"Oh man, would I.  You mean like you'd be my dad or something?"
"Not exactly your father, but your legal guardian.  It would be like I
was your foster father."
Cory's eyes started to mist again.  His emotions seem to be just under
the surface.  "Rich......I...ah...I haven't had a real dad for a long
time.  If you would be my dad.....I mean foster dad or whatever......"
A tear started to roll down his right cheek over the scar that was
beginning to form.  Cory took Rich's left hand into his own two hands
and said, "I mean....mean yes....yes I would."
Cory needed a family so much.  He had been without a family for the
three years since his mother had died.  Some say that his father had
something to do with his mothers death.  
"Cory, my attorney is going to be filing for an injunction today that
will keep your father away from you.  In the meantime, he is pursuing
having civil charges brought against him.  What he did to you is
against the law.  He deserves what he gets.  Also he is working on
having you placed in my care until Health and Human Services can have
you properly placed as a foster child..... Get this, I'm calling a 15
year old almost adult a child."  Cory chuckled a little at that.
"Anyway, most kids need both a mother and a father.  You've had
neither for the last 3 years.  After some discussion with the Health
and Human Services people, they agreed that you probably need a father
more than ever now that your 15.  It looks like things might work out
for us....son"
This did not go unnoticed.  Cory's eyes shot up and looked straight at
Rich.  The warmest smile settled in on his face.
"Thanks..........dad." Cory replied.

END OF PART 03

PART 04 - CORY

As Cory and Rich left the mall, Rich noticed a little more spring in
Cory's walk.  Cory seemed truly at peace with himself.  However, the
next thing Rich needed to talk to him about was school.  He decided to
open the conversation on the way home.  As trey pulled out of the
parking lot, Rich said, "Well Cory.....so what classes in school are
your favorites?"
"I guess I like science and math the most."
"Grades ok?"
"Well not really.  I like most of the things I'm taking, but I'm a
little behind."
"Not doing enough homework?"
"My dad....I mean my old dad....was usually asleep when I was home at
night.  I tried to finish my work, but sometimes I just didn't.
Sometimes I just didn't want to do it.  Sometimes I just forgot."
"Remember, one of my rules was that school work has to be more
important than playing.  You're big enough now to have seen that the
people who matter in this world usually have a good education."
"What do you do?"
"I own a medium sized manufacturing company.  We manufacture mostly
small electronic components for the auto industry."
"Whoa.....you own your own company?
"Ya.  Lots of hard work, but it's paying off."
"Did you go to college?"
"Had to.  Only way to get the education I needed to be someone."
"So you got a degree in business or something?"
"Actually, I got my first degree, my Bachelor's Degree, in Electrical
Engineering.  I continued and got a Master's Degree in Business
Administration."
"Must of taken forever."
"Well it seemed like it at the time.  I was 24 years old when I got
out of school with my MBA.  But over the past 20 years since then, it
doesn't seem so long.  You've got to remember that after school,
you've got a lot of time left to make up for your school time.  It's
better to live a good life for the 60 or so years that you have left
than a poor one."
"That makes some sense.  I never thought about it like that.  I guess
I've always known that an education is important, but I wanted to get
it over with as soon as possible."
"Can I do what you did?" he added.
"No, you do what you want and are good at.  Don't follow someone
else's path."
Cory sat in the front seat of the car and thought about that.  He
looked up when he felt the car start to turn into another parking lot.
"Where are we?  Hey, that's a school."
"Yup, It's called your new school.  What do you think?"
"Looks weird.  I don't see any kids out."
"Dah...that's because they're in class now dummy.  Come on......We
need to see the principal."
"Does he know we're coming?"
"When I was with Mark, my attorney, this morning, we also called the
school."
They walked across the parking lot and approached the front door.  The
principal's office was easy to find as there was a sign pointing to it
just as we entered the building.  Carl Bettler was in his office, but
was getting ready to go home when we got there.  "Mr. Bettler?" Rich
said and stuck out my hand.
"You must be Mr. Mathews.  And this must be Cory.  Please come in."
As They walked into the principals' office, Rich said, "I'm sorry
we're late, but Cory needed a few things before he could start
school."  Rich turned to Cory, lowered his head and said to him, "like
something to wear." emphasizing the work WEAR."  Cory grinned as he
understood the reference to speedo swim truncks.  Cory had also bought
some underwear so he wouldn't have to wear his speedos.
"Mr. Mathews, I've already contacted Plymouth High to get his records
sent here.  However, we can't officially accept him here until the
foster family situation is also official.  I took the liberty of
calling your attorney back this afternoon.  He says that it's only a
matter of days.  The weekend starts tomorrow, and he hopes that by
Tuesday it should be all set."
"Thanks Mr. Bettler.  I find it hard to believe how fast things are
working."
"I've been through this before Mr. Mathews.  When it comes to the
safety of a child, sometimes the system can move quickly.  Not always,
but we try.  You want to see the school Cory?"
"I guess so.  Do you have a swim team here?"
"Actually, our boys swim team made regionals last season.  You swim?"
"I was on the team in Plymouth.  I'd like to continue."
"I bet you'll find a place here." said the principal as we headed down
the corridor.  Mr. Bettler showed them where the gym was as well as
the cafeteria, theater, swimming pool, locker areas, offices and some
classrooms.  He didn't know what classes Cory would be starting in as
he hadn't seen his record yet.  Actually he informed them that the
staff councilors were the ones who were going to look at his record
and try to place him.

It was now about 6:00 and they headed for home.  As soon as they got
in the house, Cory ran upstairs to his room.  Rich was a little
curious as to what he was up to.  He followed him upstairs and peeked
around the door.  Cory was taking his new clothes out and putting them
away in the empty dresser next to the bed.  As Rich walked in he said,
"Think it'll all fit in there?"
He looked at Rich and said, "We didn't buy that much.......dad."
It was strange to hear.  Rich's daughter still calls him dad, but it
wasn't the same.  Than it hit him.  Ya....it's not the same coming
from a daughter as it is coming from a son.  He never had a son.  It
appears that he does now .
"You know Cory, I think I like the sound of that."
"Me too."

After dinner Rich asked if he wanted to watch a movie.  "No" Cory
said.  "Actually, I was hoping to climb in your hot tub.  I saw it out
there today when you were off with your attorney.  It looks cool dude.
You use it often?"
"Every night.  OK, let's go"

Rich walked upstairs and turned into his bedroom.  He started to get
undressed to get ready. Cory followed him into his room and saw that
Rich was starting to undress and quickly turned around and headed to
his own room.  Rich usually used the hot tub without any swim gear,
and tonight would be no exception.  He put on my robe and headed to
the hallway.  Rich peered into Cory's room as he was pulling the last
part of his speedos up.  Rich frowned.  Hmmmm.  He turned around and
went back to his room.  When he returned a few seconds later, he had
his wife's old robe.  It was a dark blue terry cloth robe just like
his, but one size smaller.  As he handed the robe to Cory, he said,
"The back yard is pretty private and no one can see in the gazebo with
it's smoked windows.  I don't wear any swim trunks in the tub."

"Oh" he said a little quizzically as he put on the robe.  Rich turned
and walked out, but he heard him slipping off his speedos as he walked
down the hall toward the stairs.  Rich was filling a pitcher of water
for them when Cory came down.  Cory fell in line right behind Rich as
he walked out the sliding glass doors in the family room and stepped
out on the deck.  It was now dark out, but the moon was almost full.
It was a clear night and the stars filled the sky.  The gazebo has a
large Plexiglas skylight that covers almost the entire roof.  When
they closed the doors, moon light shown in through the skylight and
filled the inside of the gazebo.  Rich took a hold of the cover and
folded it back on itself.  Cory than grabbed the other end and they
lifted it off.  Steam began rising from the hot water and began
warming the air.
"Oh. I almost forgot.  I'm going back in to turn on some music."  Last
summer Rich had installed speakers in the gazebo and had connected
them to his stereo.  He turned around and went back into the house.
He found a light piece of classical music that was soothing and popped
it in the CD player, turned it on, pushed the button to turn on the
gazebo speakers and went back outside.  When he got back inside the
gazebo, Cory was already in the water on the other side of the tub in
one corner facing him.  His legs were stretched out in front of him
with his arms hanging back over the sides of the tub.  His head was
back looking at the stars.  He hadn't turned on the air yet (maybe he
didn't know how or where the switch was) so through the tranquil water
Rich could see that magnificent form again.  The color of his skin was
a tanish gray from the moonlight.  Cory lowered his head and looked
right at Rich.
"Nice music.  I've always liked classical music, but don't get a
chance to hear much of it.  It's really soothing....could sleep here
forever man."
Rich turned to take his robe off and hang it next to Cory's on the
wall.  As he turned back around, he could see Cory's eyes looking at
him.  Rich stepped over the side of the tub and started to sit down in
the water on the same side as Cory was on but the other corner.  They
could see each other but because the speakers were on the side
opposite of them, it was the best place to listen to the music.  It
was Rich's usual corner anyway as the air controls were just over the
side at his fingertips.  He turned on the air and small bubbles began
rising all around them.  Some came out in jets along the sides.  Cory
jumped slightly as he wasn't expecting it.
"Man, that's cool.  Sort of tingly all over me." he said.  They both
sat there, looking at each other, not saying anything for a while.
Rich wanted to go over and give him a hug, but was afraid of what Cory
would think.  

Neither of them spoke for a long time as they got used to the hot
water.  Rich looked over at Cory, and he seemed to be somewhere else.
Cory's eyes seemed to be focused in the center of the room.

"What are you thinking about Cory?"
"I was wondering how things were going to change for me."
"Want to talk about it?"
After a short silence, Cory said, "You, dad and Mike are the only
people that know I'm gay.  I'm afraid that someone else will find
out."
"How do you know you're gay, Cory?"
"I just do.  I've known for almost three years, since I was 13.  I've
always seemed to like boys better than girls.  I could never talk to
them without feeling stupid."
"Many guys who are straight also feel that way, you know.  Not
everyone is a Casanova."
"No...I don't mean that way...I mean...well...I get turned on by
guys."
Rich didn't know how to ask what he wanted to know.  He fumbled with
the words for a while and then finally just asked, "Have you ever had
sex with a guy before, Cory?"
Cory again didn't look at Rich, but off in the distance for a while.
Then he slowly turned to him and said, "I knew you might ask me that.
Not really...I mean...no I haven't really had sex with a guy.  Mike
let me touch him once, but that's all I ever did."
"What did it feel like...I mean inside of your heart?  What did you
feel?"
Cory paused for a minute as if really thinking about his answer.
"This is kind of hard to talk about with anyone else but you.  Rich, I
feel so comfortable with you.  The way I felt?  With Mike, it was the
sexiest thing that I've ever done.  I had a boner that wouldn't quit.
But after a few minutes though, Mike asked me to stop.  He said that
it just wasn't for him."
"What happened then?  I mean, did he get mad?"
"No...No...That was the weird part.  Mike asked *me* not to be mad at
him.  I was so embarrassed."
"But, you and Mike are still friends though?"
"Oh yeah.  He told me that he would never tell anyone about me, and
that he still wanted to be my friend no matter what.  Until you, Mike
was the only one I could talk to about me."
"Cory, you've got a friend here too.  Any time you need to
talk...about anything...I will be here for you."
Just then Cory slid over toward Rich so that their thighs and hips
touched.  Rich felt an electric shock to his system.  Cory turned and
put both arms around Rich's neck, drawing him toward himself.  He
lightly kissed Rich's neck.  Instinctively Rich put his arms around
him and held him close.  As Rich's body turned to embrace him, he knew
that their penises would be touching soon.  Cory put one hand on
Rich's chest and started to move it around.  Cory looked at Rich and
said, "Can I touch you?"

Rich really wanted that...more than he could admit.  But...this was
not right.  Cory was only 15, and Rich an old man to him.
"Do you really think that that's wise Cory?" he asked.
Cory just held on to him without moving.
Rich was now afraid.  What had he done?  What had he allowed to
happen?  He was consumed by fear.  Rich couldn't get the thought out
of him mind that he had just ruined the relationship Cory and he were
developing.  How could he have been so selfish?  Rich had pushed the
conversation around his sexuality and Cory's excitement was being
transfered to him.
"Dad?..........can I call you that?....please.....I need to call you
that"
"What" Rich answered softly.
"I'm so sorry....I don't know what to say.  I shouldn't have done
that."
"Cory, It was my fault.  It's I who should be apologizing to you."
"No, I wanted to touch you.  I wanted you close to me.  I wanted to do
this for you as much as for me."
Rich put his arms around Cory and hugged him.  He heard a
sniffle...than another.  Rich looked down at him and saw the tears
rolling down his cheeks. Rich looked straight ahead and said, "Maybe
we both wanted this to happen."  Then he heard the words that will
ring in his ears for the next five years.  "I love you."
Rich waited before answering.
"Cory, I love you too.  More than you know."

Cory slept in his own room until late morning.  Rich had to call him
to get him moving before the day was lost.  At about 11:00 Cory came
downstairs.  He was dressed in the new jeans that Rich had bought and
a new brightly colored red tee shirt.  His feet were still bare, and
his walk was full of confidence.  He sat down across from Rich at the
dining room table where Rich was having another cup of coffee and
trying to read the newspaper.
"Morning Cory"
"Have any more coffee?"
"Plenty left.  Get a cup and pour yourself some."
Cory returned and sat back down.  Rich continued to read the paper.
"About last night..", Cory said.
Before he could finish, Rich cut him off be saying, "You don’t have to
say anything if you don’t want to."
"I want to say this to you.  I probably need to say this more than
anything.  Thirty-six  hours ago, I was alone, cold and really didn’t
know where to turn.  My dad had kicked me out for being gay.  I didn’t
think about becoming gay.  I didn’t all of a sudden make a decision to
be gay.  I just am." He added softly.  "When I told Mike the first
time, he just starred past me for the longest time.  And then he just
said ‘I know.’ Without getting mad or anything.  Mike knew that I was
gay but never told me he knew.  He accepted me."
"Cory, you don’t have to explain to me.  I accept you.  I accept you
for who you are.  It really is OK.  Last night, you may have made me
open my eyes a little.  I have been straight all my life, or at least
I thought I was.  I think that maybe you are going to help me
understand my sexuality a little more.  Cory...you’re turning out to
be someone very special to me"
"You’re not upset with me?"
"Good God.  No."
"I love you for who you are.  I love you for accepting me for who I
am.  You don’t look down on me."
With that, Cory got up and walked around the table, threw his arms
around Rich and gave him a loud kiss on the cheek.  Rich turned and
gave Cory a kiss on his cheek also.  They just looked at each other
for the longest time.  No words were being spoken, but their eyes were
screaming of the love that was building between them.  Cory's smile
told it all.

END OF PART 04

PART 05

It was Thursday night when Rich had met Cory.  In just a few short
days, he had moved into his house and by Tuesday afternoon, he was
placed officially in his care as a foster child.  Wednesday Cory was
to start school, and he had to ride the bus that morning.  Rich was up
like any good parent should be to get him breakfast.  Rich could tell
that Cory was a little apprehensive that morning.  He didn’t know
anyone yet, but Rich figured that he would make some new friends
easily.

Rich fried some bacon and eggs for breakfast along with orange juice
and toast.  He figured a hearty breakfast would be just what the
doctor ordered for a good start at Cory's first day in a new school.
But Cory didn’t eat much.  He played with most of his breakfast.
"Nervous?" Rich asked.
"Yeah, a little."
"Don’t worry.  You’ll be fine.  Would you rather I drove you to school
this morning?"  The school was just outside of walking distance.
"Would you mind?  I’m just a little nervous."
"Well, hop to.  Let’s get going."
They put the dishes in the dishwasher and left the house.  Cory was
silent as they drove the three miles to the high school.  As they
approached the school, Cory was watching out the window at everything.
Rich pulled the car into the parking lot and stopped in front of the
main entrance, and Cory sat there for a minute.  At last he moved over
to Rich, gave him a kiss on the cheek, and opened the door to leave.
"Cory, it’s just a school.  Don’t worry,  you’ll meet some kids you’ll
like"
"I hope so."
"Know where you’re going first?"
"Yeah.  I’m prepared.  See you tonight."
"Bye."
Cory then turned and walked into the building.  He didn’t look back
and was soon inside and out of sight.  For a moment it seemed that the
school had swallowed him and was not going to give him back.  Rich
felt little pangs of remorse as being the the one that gave him up to
the school.

Rich left work early that day to buy a special present for Cory.  Cory
didn’t ride the bus at his old school, and really didn’t want to ride
one to his new school.  Rich stopped in at a bike shop and bought him
a new off road bike.  It was sitting in the garage when Cory got home
from school that afternoon.

The bus let him off two houses down from Rich's house, and as he got
off the bus, he started to run toward the house.  Rich was waiting for
him on the front porch.
"How was school?"
"Well, I didn’t make any new friends like you promised, but a few kids
actually came up and talked to me."
"How was the bus ride home?"
"Busses suck, big time."
"Take a look in the garage.  I think there’s something in there you
might like."
He looked at Rich with a quizzical look on his face and slowly turned
and walked to the garage door.  He opened it, stared inside, looked
back at Rich, smiled and then ran into the garage.
"Is this for me?  My old bike got wrecked last year.   Wow!! This is
so cool."
"I thought you might like this as a way to get to school instead of
the school bus."
"Oh man, thanks a lot.  I really mean it."
Cory ran over to Rich and threw is arms around me in a quick bear hug
and then was out of the garage riding his new bike.

Cory and Rich would still go out to the hot tub every night after
dinner.  The second time that they went in the tub, Cory turned to
Rich as they started to sit down in the water.  But Rich put up his
hand, as if to say "no."  Cory was puzzled and confused.  "Cory, it's
not right."
"What do you mean?"
"Cory, I love you...very much...but I am so much older than you...this
isn't right."
"Why should that make a difference?"
"Because Cory, you can't have a relationship with me, and I can't have
one with you."
"But, I don't understand."  Emotion was now entering into Cory's
voice.  "Is there something wrong with me?"  Cory was now visibly
distraught.
"Good God no, Cory...there's absolutely nothing wrong with you.  There
is so much that is right about you.  But I want you to be able to find
someone that you can love that's your own age.  Someone that you can
grow with together.  

More to be written here
Need to resolve Cory's attachment to Rich as friend and respect not as
lover.

END OF PART 05

PART 06 - CORY

One day as Rich arrived home from work, he couldn’t find Cory.  Rich
assumed that he was out with one of his new friends.  Cory had been in
school for about three months now and had made two new friends.  When
Rich had a sixteenth birthday party for Cory last month, he invited
his two new friends.  Kevin was 16 years old and about the same height
and build as Cory.  His eyes were blue and he had very short yellow
blond hair.  Matt was only 15, but his birthday was coming up soon.
He was about an inch shorted than Cory and had longer brown straight
hair.  He was heavier than Cory by about 15 or 20 pounds.  He was
muscular and didn’t have too much fat on him...just stockier than
Cory.  Both boys were in many classes together with Cory and they soon
became good friends.  Matt, like Cory had just started school here.
He had moved in from Southern California.  Kevin had lived here all
his life and really knew the ropes.  Being the oldest he sort of took
Matt and Cory under his wing to show them around.  Both boys had both
parents living at home and seemed to be well adjusted adolescents.
Cory really seemed to like them (and thought that Kevin was quite
cute).

Anyway, as Rich went to his room to change clothes, he noticed Cory’s
door was closed.  As he walked past, he thought he heard a rustling
sound.  Rich knocked on the door and said, "Cory.  Are you there?"

Silence

"You here Cory?"

More silence

Rish turned and went into his room to change, thinking that it was
just his imagination.  As he was pulling up and buttoning his 501’s,
he heard Cory’s door open.  Rich looked up to see Cory standing in my
doorway.  His hair was messed up, his eyes were swollen from crying,
and his face was bruised.  
"Cory!  What happened to you?" Rich yelled as he rushed to him.
"I got beat up at school today."
Rich went over to him to look at his face.  It was bruised pretty
badly.  "I think we may need old Doc Stone to look at you again.  Come
over and sit down. "
Rich sat down on the bed next to Cory, but he didn’t say anything for
awhile.  Then he softly said, "Care to tell me what happened?"
By the expression on Cory’s face and the look of his eyes, Rich could
tell he was close to tears again.
"Please Cory, let me help."
Cory slowly began to speak.  "Dad.  It all started after I met Matt
and Kevin.  Kevin  and I are in gym class together.  A couple of weeks
ago, after we changed into our shorts, we were talking about joining
the swim team next year when practices start.  I guess we forgot the
time and stayed in the locker room too long.  When we noticed that
everyone was gone, we looked at each other and yelled, ‘Oh shit" and
ran out to the field.  The rest of the class was choosing sides for a
softball game when the coach noticed us running up there.  The coach
stopped us and gave us the riot act for being late.  He said that we
had to spend two days in after school detention for it."
"One of the other boys in my gym class is named Johnny.  He’s also the
captain of the junior varsity football team.  He thinks he’s just
about God’s gift to all the girls in school.  I’m sure he’s had sex
with about a dozen girls by the way he brags.  Anyway, he starts
giving Kevin and me a hard time about being late.  He started saying
that Kevin and I were just a couple of faggots playing with each other
in the locker room, and that’s why we were late."
"Does Kevin know about you or have you done anything with him?"
"Honest Dad.  I’ve never touched Kevin.  I do think he’s cute and I
like him a lot, but I haven’t done anything with him.  Kevin is
straight."
"Just asking...go on son"
"Johnny kept it up on me and Kev for a long time.  When we would go to
the shower, I would try to be the first one in there because Johnny
was always the last one in and the last one to leave.  I just didn't’
want to be in there with him."
"Dad, when you were in high school, did you have trouble with boners?
I seem to get them almost anytime during the day."
"It’s pretty common with young boys, you know?"
"I know Dad.  Kevin and Mat and I have talked about it, and it seems
that we’re pretty normal.  I just wanted to know if you had them too."
"Anyway,  I was in the shower one day last week after gym class and in
walks Johnny.  I turned my back to him and he walked over to a free
shower head on the other side of the shower room.  As I was soaping
up, I don’t know what I was thinking, but I started to sprout a boner.
I kept trying to think of something else, but my mind kept coming back
to my boner.  The more I tried to think about something else, the more
I thought of what was happening to me.  I really was scared that
someone would see it, so I kept close to the wall with my back to the
rest of the guys.  Just then I heard Johnny yell out, ‘Hey everybody.
Look at Cory over there.  He’s got a boner.  I always thought you were
a faggot.’  I was so embarrassed, I just wanted to leave.  He was
right.  I was completely erect by then."
"What happened after that?"
"I was getting ready to run out when Johnny grabs my arm and spins me
around.  Now everyone can see me.  And this is what really embarrassed
me.  He grabs my penis and pulls me out into the center of the shower.
I almost stumbled and when he let me go, I fell to my knees.  I just
stayed there in the center of the shower with everyone looking at me.
I was starting to cry cause I was so scared and embarrassed.  Now I
hear Johnny telling everyone that I’m a cocksucker and he starts
pushing his penis at my face.  I kept turning my head around, but he
kept doing it.  Then he pushes me away from him and I fell over.   He
tells me that the one thing he hates more than anything else in the
world is queers."
"Dad.  I was so scared I thought he was going to kick me right then
when we heard the coach yell, ‘All right.  Break it up.  Johnny, move
over.  Give Cory some room.’  I got up and ran from the shower.  I
dressed even though I was still a little wet.  I didn’t  wait for
Kevin though I knew he was right behind me.  I was too embarrassed to
even talk to him."
"Remember when Kevin came over a week ago last Thursday to work on
Geometry homework with me?"
"Yeah, I remember.  I thought Kevin was a little nervous that night."
"He was.  He wanted to talk to me about what happened in the shower at
gym.  When he came up to my room, he closed the door and sat on my
bed.  He didn’t say anything for a while.  Although Kevin and I hadn’t
spoken about it, I could tell that maybe he wanted to talk about it
that night.  Kevin asked me if I was too embarrassed to talk to him,
and I said no, not any more.  He wanted to apologize for not trying to
help me.  He felt bad for me, but was afraid to do anything.  He felt
really guilty that he didn’t push Johnny away from me and stick up for
me.  I tried to tell him that there wasn’t anything that he really
could have done.  Then something happened that really surprised me.
Kevin put his arms around me and hugged me.  He kept telling me that
he was sorry for what happened to me.  He was getting a little teary
eyed too.  Just then I realized what a good friend I had in Kevin.  He
really liked me."
"Kevin sounds like a good kid.  I’m really glad that you met him."
"Me too."
Cory paused slightly than said,  "But today, Matt, Kevin and I wanted
to walk home from school.  They live closer than I do, so they walk.
So we started for Kevin’s house.  I was walking my bike.  When we
rounded the baseball field, there was Johnny standing with four of his
friends.  Kevin told me to not say anything and just walk by them.  As
we started to walk by, Johnny stepped out in front of us and his
friends followed.  Johnny just looked at me and then said,  ‘Cory, you
little faggot, I’m going to kick your ass.’  He stepped toward me, and
I stepped back.  Just then he pushes me.  I stumbled backward, but I
didn’t fall.  Kevin stepped forward and yelled at Johnny to leave me
alone, and he pushes Johnny.  Kevin steps between me and Johnny and
just stands there.  Johnny comes forward and punches Kevin in the
face.  Kevin fell down on his back and was holding his cheek.  I think
his nose was bleeding.  I got really mad because Kevin was trying to
stand up for me and got knocked down.  I hit Johnny as hard as I could
in the stomach.  I swung again, but I missed him as he bent over.
Then two of his friends grab each of my arms.  I tried to get free,
but they held me until Johnny caught his wind.  Matt wasn’t sure what
to do, but he steps in to stop Johnny, but Johnny hits Matt in the
cheek.  Matt fell down when Johnny hit him the second time.  Johnny
started to come toward me, but Kevin laying on the ground was in the
way, so Johnny kicks him as hard as he could in the ribs.  Than Johnny
hits me again and again.  He’s yelling at me and calling me names like
queer and faggot.  Matt eventually had gotten up and pushes Johnny out
of the way.  Matt and Johnny just stared at each other for a while.
Matt was a little bigger than Johnny and said to him, ‘If you make one
more move, you’re dead.  Believe me Johnny.  This is no joke.’  I’ve
never heard Matt so angry.  Just then Johnny straightens up and his
friends let go of me.  I fell to the ground along side of Kevin.
Blood was all over Kevin’s face now.  I was feeling really sick to my
stomach.  Johnny yells to me that if catches me again, he’s going to
kick my ass again, and every time he sees me.  When they turn to walk
away, Matt leans down and helps Kevin and me up.  He tries to tell me
not to worry, that he’s all talk.  I told Matt that this was some talk
we just got."
"How is Kevin?"
"I took him home to his Mom.  She was really scared when she saw him.
The blood made it look much worse than it was.  By the time he got
home, his nose had stopped bleeding.  So when he got cleaned up, he
looked much better.  His mom took him in the car to go to their doctor
to see if his nose or ribs were broken or not."
Cory sat quiet for awhile as if  trying to think about the words he
was about to say.
"Dad, I really love Kevin for what he did....actually. dad,  I think I
really love Kevin."
Rich was thinking that when he heard those words, he was seeing his
boy grow up and out of the house.  Cory was the love of his life, and
he was turning to someone else.  But he realized that Cory needs
friends of his own, his own age.
"Does Kevin know about you being gay yet?"
"No, I don’t think so.  I guess that I don’t mind if he knows.  But I
don’t want to ruin our relationship.  What if he won’t talk to me if
he finds out?"
"Cory, it sounds to me that Kevin likes you more than just casually.
He had the courage to stand up for you when a lot of people wouldn’t."
"I know.  And that’s what confuses me.  What if he likes me like I
like him and he’s also too scared to tell me?  And what if he couldn’t
handle it if he knew I was gay?  Dad, Kevin really has me confused.  I
don’t know what to tell or not to tell him."
"Why don’t you tell him the truth?"
Cory paused for a moment, thinking about what Rich had just said.
"I guess you’re right.....I really should."
Cory put his arms around Rich and gave me a hug.  they walked out of
Rich's room together and headed downstairs to see what was in the
fridge for dinner.  Rich told Cory that he would fix something and
that Cory should probably start his homework.  Cory headed back
upstairs, and Rich started thinking about him in earnest.  Rich needed
to be a parent more.
Just then the telephone rang, and Rich picked it up.
"Hi Mr. Mathews.  Is Cory there?"
"Is this Kevin?"
"Yes Sir."
"Sorry Kevin.  I didn’t recognize your voice.  I heard about what
happened this afternoon."
"Did Cory tell you?"
"Yeah, he did.  I want to thank you for trying to help him.  That was
very courageous of you."
"I felt that I had to help Cory. I had to do something"
"I’ll call Cory and tell him you’re on the phone."
"Thank you."
Cory came down about five minutes after he got on the phone with
Kevin.
"Dad.  Kevin’s coming over.  He says he wants to do homework, but I
think he just wants to talk about this afternoon."
"How is he?  Is anything broken?"
"His nose is OK, but he has a cracked rib."
"Maybe he shouldn’t be moving around tonight."
"Naw, the doctor taped him up pretty good and said it was ok to walk
around."
"OK, I’ll send him up when he gets here."
Cory ran back upstairs to wait for Kevin, and Rich started a meat loaf
for dinner. 

END OF PART 06 

PART 07 - CORY

When the door bell rang, Rcih went to answer it, but Cory was flying
down the stairs to the front door.  Just as he got there, he stopped
for a minute so it wouldn’t seem that he was too anxious to open the
door.  But Rich could tell he was.  Cory opened the door slowly, and
sure enough, it was Kevin.  As Kevin walked into the house, Rcih could
tell he was in a little pain from the cracked rib.  His nose looked
fine, but his eye had a purple ring around it.
"Geez, Kev, you look awful." Cory blurted out.
Kevin looked down at the floor.  He was a little embarrassed.
"Cory! That’s not what you should be saying to Kevin.  Don’t worry
Kevin.  Sometimes Cory says things he really doesn’t mean."
"That’s ok Mr. Mathews.  I know Cory pretty well."
"Come on Kev.  Let’s go up to my room."
"Kevin,  you can stay for dinner if you want.  But we’re only having
meat loaf." I said.
"I’ll check with my mom to see if it’s ok."
With that Cory bounded upstairs, but Kevin took it really slow.
When Kevin closed the door behind them, Cory asked, "Well what
happened
"Well, mom was really freaking out.  She didn’t think I should be
fighting for any reason.  I think she thinks that you or I might have
started it somehow."
"Did you tell her why Johnny started it?"
"Hell no!  You think I’m crazy or something?"
"Your dad know about the fight yet?"
"No  He’s working late tonight, but no doubt my mom will tell him all
about it when he gets home."
"Kevin, I love you for what you did.  Thanks man."
"When I saw him hitting you, I just had to try to stop him."
"Kevin.  You’re just about the best friend anyone could have.  I’m so
lucky to have you as my best friend."
"All I know is that I’m glad we became friends."
"Kev......I want to tell you something......Something that I’ve never
told anybody at school."
Kevin just looked at Cory.
"I hope this doesn’t make you mad or anything at me, but I need to
tell you."
"What is it buddy?"
"Kev....as you’re my best friend..I....ah...I need to be totally
honest with you."
"Cory, you know you can tell me anything.  Whatever you say is only
between us."
"Well....ah...I...ah."  And then Cory just blurted out, "You need to
know that I’m gay."
Kevin didn’t say anything for a while, but his eyes were getting
misty.  He looked away from Cory for a moment.
"I knew it!  I knew it.  I knew you’d hate me for it!"
"No Cory.  That’s not it."
"I'm sorry Kevin."
"No...Cory...listen to me."
"What?"
"I came over here tonight to...to...to tell you that I’m gay.  I’ve
had a crush on you from the first day you came to school.  I felt that
you needed to know that about me too.  After I told you tonight, I was
sure that you’d throw me out."
"You?  You’re gay too?"
"Yeah."
"I always thought you were straight.  I was also worried about our
friendship if I kept it from you."
"I went through the same thing.  I was afraid to tell you, but I
somehow knew that I had to tell you.  My mom knows I’m gay and accepts
it.  She wouldn’t let me tell my dad yet because she said he needs a
little more time.  She also knows how I feel about you.  My mom was
the one that told me that I should be truthful with my best friend.
That somehow you’d understand."
"That’s what my dad told me tonight."
"Your dad knows?"
"Yeah he knows, but...well he’s not really my dad."
"What do you mean?"
"He’s really my step dad.  My real father threw me out a few months
ago cause he found out I was gay.  Rich Mathews found me along side of
the road and took me in.  He is the greatest person that I’ve ever
met.  I love him so much.  Once you get to know him, you’re gonna love
him too"
"I wish my dad would understand me."
"He will.  Just give him time."
"Yeah.  That’s what mom says too."
"Kev?"
"Yeah dude"
"I guess I’ve had a crush on you too, ever since we started school."
"I always thought you were the cutest guy in my gym class.  You don’t
know how many times I wooded up in the showers from looking at you.  I
was so very lucky to not get caught."
"Like me, huh?"
"I didn’t mean it like that."
"I know.  Just kidding.  But do you remember when I first met you?
You know...when I changed lockers?"
"Yeah.  What about it?"
"Well, the coach really did make me change lockers because they were
going to be painting the inside of the lockers in my aisle that week.
But...he didn't tell me which locker to take."
"What do you mean?"
"Well...I wanted to get to know you, so I chose the locker next to
yours."
"Geez man.  I thought that it was just my good luck that they put you
there."
"Well...I helped it along a little.  I really thought you were the
cutest guy in my class."
"Kevin"
"Yeah?"
"I think I’m the luckiest boy in the world to have found you."
"No.  I think I am"
Cory reached over and tried to hug Kevin, but he yelped in pain.
"I’m so sorry!  I’m sorry!  Oh God I’m sorry.  I forgot all about your
ribs."
"I wanted to give you a hug too, but maybe we had better wait for
awhile,  OK?"
Knock Knock  "Dinners ready boys."
Both boys looked at each other but Kevin had terror in his eyes.  Cory
said, "Ok, be right out." as Kevin started to scramble to push away
from their embrace.  But the door never opened.  Cory knew that his
dad would probably understand, but he realized that Kevin knew nothing
of the special and loving relationship that he and his foster dad had.
This would need to be explained, but not now.  Now was time for
dinner.

END OF PART 07

PART 08 - CORY

Matt was terrified.  He couldn’t get Johnny Hicks out of his mind.
Matt had realized that he was gay when he was 13 years old.  He didn't
want to be and was afraid to admit it to himself.  But at 14 he
finally realized that this is the way he was going to be.  When he was
in the eighth grade and had to start showering with the other boys, he
came to an understanding about his sexuality and that he definitely
liked boys.  Matt Hubble was from Southern California.  He grew up
there and only recently had moved to Michigan.  His dad had gotten a
new job in Dearborn as a computer programmer for Ford, and so, the
family moved right in the middle of Matt’s sophomore year in high
school.  Back in Redondo Beach in California, Matt had played out his
homosexual experimentation with three other boys in his freshman year.
It was mostly mutual masterbation.  As his sophomore year began, the
prospect of his sexual experimentation looked really bright.  When he
found out about the upcoming family move, he was a little frightened
about the new town and the prospects of finding someone else like him.
He had heard that the Midwest was far behind Southern California in
their acceptance of homosexuals.

When he had started in his new school, he was immediately attracted to
Johnny Hicks.  He also thought that Cory Mathews was a close second.
He had hoped that Johnny would look at him like he had looked at
Johnny, but no such luck.  Johnny was a bully, but Matt was not afraid
of him.  Matt was a few pounds heavier than Johnny and a lot faster.
The fight between Matt, Kevin, Cory and Johnny the other day drove
home to Matt a realization that Johnny hated gays and would hate Matt
if he knew.  The thought of the idol of his dreams being forever out
of his reach scared him.  He kept thinking that most people in this
part of the country would be like Johnny Hicks.

He thought that Cory was real cute, Kevin was cute and both of them
were straight as the proverbial arrow.  No luck there.  He had tried
to be friends with Johnny.  He would talk to him, try to sit with him
at lunch and he even invited him home with him after school a couple
of times.  But Johnny just stuck to his redneck troop.

Being gay in this country is extremely difficult.  But being gay and a
teenager is an absolute nightmare.  Just when you are finding out
about your sexuality, you have to hide it.  You hear the name calling,
and you go further into the closet.  You can’t find any role models,
anyone to talk to.  Your isolation seems to grow and grow.

For awhile in California, Matt had toyed with the idea of coming out.
He was planning on doing it by the end of his sophomore year, and was
getting a lot of support from his friends in school.  But he wondered
how the move would change all that.  Now he didn’t know.  However, the
more he thought about trying to live a life in a closet, the more he
really wanted to come out, even if it meant he had to do it in
Michigan.  All he needed to do was get up the courage to do it.

Matt finally came out to one of his female friends.  Kelly was
extremely supportive of his bold move, and vowed to help Matt with the
rest of his friends.  Kelly was such a caring person.  It’s a shame,
thought Matt, that he wouldn’t have sex with her, but he could still
love her.  Matt and Kelly decided that he should try to come out to
his new male friends, Cory and Kevin, next.  They both seemed to be
open minded and caring people that he felt that they could accept him
for what he was.  Kelly wanted to be there and help Matt when he
brought up the subject to them, but Matt thought that he should try it
alone.  Matt thought about the perfect setting for this to happen, but
the opportunity never seemed to present itself.  He had thought about
saying something to them the day the fight happened, but he really
wanted to tell Cory first..... and alone.

After dinner that night, Matt decided to call Cory.  When the
telephone rang, Rich picked up the receiver.
"Hello."
"Hello Mr. Mathews.  Is Cory there?"
"He is, but we just finished dinner, and he’s cleaning up.  Can he
call you right back?"
"Yes.  Just ask him to call Matt.  I’m at home."
"Is this the Matt that helped Cory this afternoon?"
"Oh. You heard?"
"It seems to be all over town."
"Ah, well.....yes I was with them this afternoon."   Matt didn’t know
what Rich knew or what he thought about Cory being in a fight.  He was
afraid that Rich would blame him.  Rich sensed that hesitation on the
other end of the phone line, and added, "Don’t worry Matt.  I don’t
blame you.  And Cory did tell me exactly why the fight started.  Seems
that there’s a bully at your school that should learn a thing or two.
"Thanks Mr. Mathews.  I’ll be waiting for Cory to call."
"Bye."
"Bye."
"Who was that, dad?" Cory asked as he came into the family room after
cleaning the dishes.
"Oh,..yeah...Matt wants you to call him."
Cory looked at Kevin.  They had almost forgotten about Matt.  They
were so wound up in their own new found love that they had almost
forgotten about the one person who had stopped the fight.
Kevin said, "I gotta get home Cory.  Tell Matt thanks for me.  I’ll
talk to him tomorrow."
Kevin walked out the door as Cory picked up the phone and dialed
Matt’s number.
"Hello."  It was Matt.
"Hi Matt.  It’s Cory."
"Cory, you busy right now?"
"What’s up buddy?"
"I need to talk to you."
"Is it about this afternoon?"
"Not really, but I would like to talk to you."
"What’s it about?"
"I...I really don’t want to talk about it on the phone....It’s really
important Cory."
"Ok...Sure.  Come on over.  I only have a little homework, but I can
do it tomorrow."
"Thanks.  I’ll be over in about ten minutes."
"See ya then."
"Bye."
Cory was a little confused.  The biggest thing that happened today was
the fight, and Matt thought something else was more important to talk
about????  Whatever it was, it was sure important to Matt.  He sure
sounded serious.
When the door bell rang, Cory opened the door to find Matt standing
there.  He invited him in.  Rich said hello and ushered the boys
upstairs so he could get some other work done.
Cory entered his room first, followed by Matt.  Cory sat on the bed as
Matt milled about the room.  "So what's up dude?"
Matt didn’t say anything for awhile.
"Come on, man.  What’s so all fired important with you tonight?"
Matt started to think that this was a bad idea to tell Cory now.
"Sorry Cory.  I’ve had something on my mind, but maybe this isn’t a
good time."
"I’m sorry Matt.  I guess I came off a little rude."
"Yeah, well you did a little."
"Something’s really bugging you Matt.  What is it?  Maybe I can help."
"No Cory!....this is all wrong.....I don’t need your help, Cory."
"Oh.....do you want to just tell me?"
"Cory, we’ve known each other for only a couple of months now, but I
feel I can really trust you."  Matt started to feel his insides open
up and decided to just tell Cory.  "What I’m saying is that you trust
me by telling me the truth, and I want to trust you by telling you the
truth."
Cory said nothing.
"We may not be ‘best friends’, but you’re someone that I’ve somewhat
looked up to.  You seem to know where you’re going."
"Well, that’s not entirely true, Matt.  I’m still just a kid."
"No Cory.  You’ve got something about you that makes you special.
That’s why I want you to be the first male friend that I’ve told that
I’m gay."
Cory couldn’t believe his ears.  Matt was so straight...or at least so
he thought.
"I had to tell you.  Can you understand?"
Cory still didn’t say anything
"Cory, does this bother you?....I mean me being gay?"
Cory looked at Matt with a smile on his face and said, "Matt, you’ve
got one hell of a lot of guts for a 15 year old."
"Huh?"
"To come out to someone about being gay, especially in high
school...well man that takes a lot of courage."
"So what do you think of me now?"
"How should I feel?"
"I still want your friendship Cory, even if this changes how we get
along together."
Cory stood up, walked over to Matt and put his arms around him.
"Matt, how could I think anything differently about you when I’m gay
myself."
"What?"
Cory moved Matt away at arms length, but still held his upper arms in
his hands.
"Kevin’s my best friend, but did you know that I consider you my other
best friend?"
"Thanks Cory."
"Well, I just came out to Kevin tonight."
"I didn’t know, or even suspected that you might be gay."
"We hide ourselves good when we have to."
"Well, I just wanted your understanding about who I am."
"Matt, Kevin and I are going to be behind you 100 percent.  If anyone
gets you down, just call us.  If you need anything, just call."
"What makes you so sure Kevin is behind you in this?  He doesn’t know
about me yet."
"Well...I think he will be, because he came out to me tonight too."
Matt quickly sat down on the bed and looked up at Cory.
"This is too fucking much.  My two best friends are fucking gay and I
didn’t even suspect.  I guess this makes us three peas in a pod."

END OF PART 08

PART 09 - CORY

Over the next month, Matt, Kevin and Cory became even closer friends
than before.  The truth was out, at least between them.  Matt
understood that Cory and Kevin were not just gay but lovers.  He
wanted a lover too, but was still hesitant about finding one.  Not too
many other people knew yet.  Matt’s parents didn’t know and Kevin’s
father still didn’t know.  A few other close friends at school knew,
and the boys thought their secret was safe.  However, dark clouds were
forming over the horizon.

Matt had come out to five people in total.  Cory, Kevin, Kelly,
Shannon and Mark.  He told his good friend Shannon, but as Shannon was
dating Mark,  it was obvious that Mark also knew.  When Shannon told
Mark, she also told him about Matt’s crush on Johnny.  They had a good
laugh at that.  Little did they know that Johnny was sitting around
the corner and heard it all.

"That little pervert", thought Johnny.  He had been taught by his dad
that queers were bad people, sick and perverted.  The country was
going to hell in a hand basket because of these sick people.  Johnny’s
hatred began to grow.  How could that pervert do this to him?  If
anyone found out, than they might think he was one too.  That he had
egged Matt on.  He just couldn’t be labeled one of them.  His whole
life would be ruined.  His loathing for Matt grew and grew until he
thought that he was half crazy.  

Matt could have cared less about Johnny now.  He realized his mistake,
but what the hey?  He didn’t know Johnny then.  His world was starting
to come together again after the move from California.  He had four
really great friends now who knew about his sexual preference and
still whole heartedly accepted him as a person.  Actually five if you
counted Mark, but he was still a little standoffish.  If the truth be
known, almost 100 people at the school really knew about Matt...or
suspected.  Some didn’t know him personally and didn’t care.  Some
knew him personally and still didn’t care.  But many who did and many
who didn't know him were not so caring.  Fingers were pointed at
Matt’s direction with some giggles and some sneers.  Most of the 100
or so kids just were a little afraid of Matt because they either
didn’t understand him or his way of life or were afraid to associate
with him for fear of what might rub off on them.  Kids can be so
complex...and cruel.  Cory knew most of the kids that knew about Matt,
but he never told Matt.  He didn’t feel any love lost for them either.
He just put them in a category with the rest of the homophobic
population.

The three boys were walking home from school together one day when
Cory got the bright idea of all three of them getting summer jobs
together.  Cory had started driving his bike to Kevin’s house in the
morning and leaving it there for the day.  That way he could walk with
Kevin and Matt to school.  It was such a good day.  Cory thought that
the friendship he had with these two would last forever.  They were
just leaving the building areas and entering the back play fields.
Lot’s of kids were all about them heading in many different directions
when they saw Johnny up ahead.  He was standing still, feet slightly
spread apart in that defiant tone just starring at the three some.
Something didn’t look right.  Cory stopped first and then Kevin, but
Matt hadn’t seen Johnny yet and kept walking.  Matt turned to his
friends and said, "Hey, what’s up?"
"Johnny’s up ahead and I think he means trouble." said Cory.  Matt
stopped and turned around to look at Johnny.  Johnny’s eyes had been
crying.  The dust from the fields had outlined the tear streaks down
his cheeks.
"MATT....YOU FUCKING PERVERT." Johnny screams.  "What you been saying
about me?"  Everyone now stopped and watched the scene unfolding
before them.
Matt just stood and watched Johnny.
"Answer me queer boy.  What you been saying about me?"
"Ah...nothing...nothing really."  Johnny was still about 50 feet away.
"Like hell you have."

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