Date: Mon, 18 Aug 2008 15:34:01 -0700 (PDT)
From: larry_c_@excite.com
Subject: Mikey and Billy...chapter 6;

All the regular warnings and instructions as to who should and should not
read this are in full force. I do not condone sexual activity between
adults and under-aged persons or any other illegal relationships. I also do
not support adults trying to train youth to make certain choices for the
benefit of the adult's own pleasure. I do advocate for youth to be who they
choose to be without being persecuted for their own decision. I do not say
whether their decision is right or wrong for everyone ... but for
themselves ... that is their personal business!

We left off:

      "Use the back door to the parking lot, boys ... and come around to
the front of the school as if you just arrived on campus. And Fred
... thanks a lot for being willing to tell me what you heard. That took
guts, young man!"

      "Uh ... Mr. Jacobs? All I hope is that when Coach Howard hears about
it, that he is able to keep his cool! He was so pissed with his guys
yesterday that if he connects them to Joey's death too ... all hell could
break out! Help coach to not get in trouble too, please. We like him!"

Mikey and Billy Cum of Age Chapter Six

      "Of course, Fred ... We all like Coach Howard. I'll make sure he is
not surprised about anything that can cause either him or us any
difficulties. Thanks again, but you three better scoot, or you'll be late!"

As soon as the boys left his office, Principal Jacobs called the coach's
office ...

      "Charlie ... drop by here at the first break you have today, please!"

      "Sure will, Frank ... anything special?"

      "Just some new information I need to share with you, so we can be on
the same page. I just think it's better to chat face to face about it,
that's all; nothing to worry about ... just not phone talk."

      "Yes ... understood! Say...about 10 or so?"

      "Great! Thanks, Charlie!"  (*Click*)

While he was waiting for Charlie to come by the office, Frank called the
hospital to get an update on Timmy. Fortunately, the news was fairly
positive. Timmy was feeling closer to being his regular self, except for
some pain that was expected anyway. The orderly was playing a video game
with him on the TV screen, and the kid was wiping the orderly's ... score
off the page! The Charge Nurse made the comment that if he continued to
improve at his current rate, he would be transferred from ICU to a private
room by tomorrow night. Mr. J. was happy to hear that, because he could
tell Mikey and Billy the good news at lunchtime, so their day would go
better too. The other thing Mr. J. heard was that Timmy's Dad still hadn't
contacted the hospital regarding Timmy's well-being or the costs involved
in the medical services already incurred ... "What the hell???" ... was
Frank's first opinionated response. His second was a bit better ... "I'll
personally guarantee the school insurance policy will cover it ... do all
you can!" ... knowing that if the policy refused, he'd see to it out of his
own pocket!

At 10:00 AM sharp, Coach Howard arrived at the office, and Gertie told him
to go right in ... that Mr. J. was expecting him ...

      "Have a seat, Charlie. I need to bring you up to speed on a few
things ... mostly related to the new club. As you are probably aware
already, there is a team of young men who are heading it up ... Mike, Bill,
Little Tim, and now a fourth ... Fred.  Yes, Fred Collins from the Junior
Varsity football team. I knew that might surprise you ... it sure did me!
But he just left here earlier today, after giving me an earful."

Frank filled Charlie in on the names and situation that was explained
earlier, and cautioned Charlie to keep it under his hat for now until more
proof of real involvement could be discovered. He mentioned that right now,
all we could do would be to keep our eyes and ears open ... nothing
correctional, or we'd never get to the full truth.

      "Next, Charlie ... if I understand the club set-up and the cross
section of students it will attract ... both in support and in opposition,
we are going to need a female sponsor as well. I have no doubt we have at
least a few female students who lean the same way as these young boys
do. You certainly should not have to deal with that side of issues all by
yourself."

      "Frank ... I appreciate that a lot! I've taught a long time, and
might be able to do a lot, but I'd rather have help with the young
ladies. Any ideas on who might be willing?"

      "Well ... my first instinct is to make it an assignment to our new
Drama Teacher, Miss Kay. After all, every teacher is supposed to have some
assigned student activity to supervise. I suppose she could argue ... as a
new teacher here and not yet totally assimilated into the program, that
Drama is much more than just a class assignment in this regard. But,
Charlie ... I thought that just maybe, if you would chat with her in the
faculty room over lunch, and tell her how great an idea this club is
... and that even though you have no `personal' interest in the subject
matter, you're willing to be the male advisor for the sake of the kids it
will help ... that she might almost volunteer as the female counterpart."

      "So ... you want me to grease the wheel, and see if you can get out
of making it an assignment, huh?"

      "What can I say, Charlie...you know me well enough by now!"  (Grin*)

      "Consider it done, Boss!"

      "Did you have to say: `Boss', Charlie? It makes it sound like I
ordered you!"

      "Frank ... I DO know you well enough! But heck ... she's cute! And,
who knows ... it might strike up a friendship ... totally away from
curricular assignments, of course! Uh ... don't look at me that way, Frank
... I may be older, and a widower, but I ain't dead!"

      "Let's just say I didn't hear that! Just see what you can do for the
sake of the club, OK?"

       "Frank? I had an idea to share with you too. What if I tell my five
wrestlers that in order to keep wrestling this season, they have to do some
... uh ... call it school community service, or something clever ... but
that they must join the new club as representatives of the athletes ... uh
... hetero athletes, for the sake of sharing in a positive fashion the
`majority' side of discussions. I think that it might open their eyes, and
help create even more student interest in the purposes of the club as a
whole."

      "Not a bad idea, Charlie. I think we can use that to a good
advantage; just so they don't think of it as punishment ... yet, at least."

      "But Frank ... I already told them that I was going to come up with
something after I cooled down a little, so they're expecting even worse. If
I approach it right, they'll think it's letting them off the hook, as it
were ... especially if I still allow them to participate on the
team. They're scared to death that I'll toss `em out on their butts for the
whole season."

      "I'll buy that! Just do me a favor in the mean time ... and inform me
if you hear any more relating to the trio Fred mentioned, especially since
Kevin Thompson is prominent in both groups of perpetrators. That could be
the key to solving the Joey Matthews incident."

      "With Ya on that one, Frank! Already was part of my plan, anyway!
Just one thought that hit me about the new trio ... the band kid...Ralph
Marrow ... very interesting connection, don't you think?"

      "Hit me the same way, Charlie! Too bad Larry isn't still around to
fill me in a bit on that kid! The new Band Director has no clue yet, which
is totally expected, of course ... but I think he's capable enough to get
to know the kids better in short order, after he lays out his agenda and
sets his parameters with the students. Have you met him yet?"

      "Just over coffee in the Faculty Lounge last week ... Chris Uchimoto,
if I remember right. He's young, but he seems like a real go-getter. I
think he'll keep the Band's rep going in a positive direction, and I think
the kids like him. He sure lays down the law about precision on the field
work and marching stuff ... gives me the impression of a drill sergeant."

      "That's probably why the kids like him ... tough and exacting,
expecting top results from the hard work, but still personable enough to be
concerned for the kids' welfare. He's probably the only applicant I had
that could handle the group after Larry left ... and succeed."

      "Is that another hint, Frank? I need to divide my time between Miss
Kay and Mr. U. as far as building allies?"

      "I didn't say a word, Charlie ... did I, Pal! Thanks for coming by."

      "Sheeesh ... what I do for a friend! Especially a Princi---Pal!
Later, Frank!"

A couple more days went by, and not much took place toward the formation of
the club ... except for the fact that each night before going to sleep,
Mikey and Billy talked over a few new ideas. Not yet having announced the
club idea to the entire school, and waiting until the Coach ... and oh yes,
the Drama teacher as well, had a chance to look over the leadership
materials already printed off the internet ... the two boys simply
discussed a few other kids that they hoped would at least consider
joining. The idea of whether they might be gay, straight, or bi never
entered the discussion at this point ... just the thought that they all
seemed to be very vocal and approved of by a majority of student body
members, which would certainly carry weight to support the club ideals.

But then, almost out of the blue, tonight's discussion changed subject from
the club to that of Timmy and Freddie ...

      " Uh, Mikey ... you and I are still close as brothers, aren't we?"

      "Hell, Billy...we always will be! You know I will always be here for
whatever you need, as will you be for me. We both know that! Why do you
even ask?"

      "UH ... Please don't take this wrong, but I kind'a think you have a
real crush on Freddie ... and I just don't want you to forget that we..."

      "You silly ass! Nothing will ever separate us as brothers...ever!
That's impossible! But, isn't it also possible that I have a boyfriend
besides? Shit ... I have no problem with you being heart struck over Timmy!
You gonna tell me you don't want to love him?"

      "Nope! You're totally right! I love him a bunch! I hurt for him ... I
dream of him ... I even wish I was the one kicked to hell in place of
him. I just don't want us to get so carried away with our friends that we
..."

      "SSSSSSHhhhhhhhhhhh, Bro! That won't ever happen. Brotherly love and
boy- friend love are two different things ... believe me! And we can have
both! God ... we have to be able to! There's no way I could be happy
without you!"

      "Me neither, Mikey! I guess I just needed to hear that! I loved my
brother too ... and now that he's gone, Uh ...shit ... you know what I
mean! I just wish we didn't have to keep things so secret. After all, I
love Timmy, and I think he loves me too. What's so wrong with two guys
falling in love when it feels so good?"

      "I'm not the one to answer that one, Billy ... `cause I love Freddie
the same way, and we can't even tell his parents that he's gay, let alone
that we have a thing going already. I'm just glad that you and I as
brothers can share all this freely between us. I'd go nuts if we couldn't."

      (Giggle*...) " We got something else we can share, Bro ... that is,
if you're up to it!"

      "And when have I not been `up' for whatever, when it comes to `us'?"

An immediate understanding took over the next hour or so of night time
activity between two most-loving brothers the world has yet to know
... well, at least the world shared by Mikey and Billy!  Intimacy between
them was never a hit and run situation, or a competition of who was `king
of the hill' or most `manly beast of the lair'. There was a true beauty to
every movement and every emotion given each other throughout the deep
moments of their sharing of love.

From the moment they stared into each other's eyes and slowly drew together
into a strong hug, chest to chest ... lips to lips ... cock to cock and
thigh to thigh, under the gentle touch of a freshly washed sheet ... past
the tantalizing licks and sucks on hardening nipples ... the gentle
caresses of slightly sweaty hands on opposite thighs ... and even the
playful teasing of winking rosebuds ... no two boys have ever reached such
admiration and respect for one another, seeking total pleasure for his
partner's experience more than for his own. It was no wonder that multiple
shots of boy cum flew between their bodies without even a hand touching the
fire hose as the flame of love grew and grew.

Tonight, though, Mikey knew that Billy needed the most assurance that he
was loved by a brother that would never depart or lose interest. So for the
final moments of love-making before the two would drift off to a solid and
satisfying sleep, Mikey spooned against Billy's backside ... reached his
arm around Billy's chest to allow his hand freedom of movement on Billy's
front-side ... and gently maneuvered his very stiff boyhood to seek out and
find its target. The opening of Billy's most private place was almost
grabbing Mikey's tip and hauling it into that tunnel of love all by
itself. Just to feel it buried to the hilt inside would have been enough if
they had fallen asleep without a single additional movement. But boys will
be boys; ... and somehow, sleep was delayed a little while longer as love
had its way completely. And when the guys did awaken the next morning
... Billy discovered that nothing had changed during the night ... things
were still exactly where they should be, as far as brotherhood was
concerned!

When the boys arrived at school, Mr. J. called Billy into his office to let
him know that the hospital had called earlier and informed him that Timmy
was moved from ICU to his own room ... that he had made that much
significant recovery more rapidly than expected, and therefore was now
allowed visitors. Billy almost went ballistic ... he was so happy with the
report ...

      "Gee, Mr. J., I just gotta get over there right after school. But the
city bus leaves 10 minutes before the last bell rings. ... Uh ... can I
..."

      "Bill ... I'll see to it that you get there. Meet me here right after
your last class, and I'll drive you there myself. I'd like to see him too,
and then I'll leave and let you have whatever time you want with your
buddy. How's that?"

      "That's great, Mr. J. ... you're such a cool guy, for a Principal! I
never knew that administrators could be real people too. Dang ... that
didn't come out quite like I meant it! Sorry!"

      "That's alright, Bill ... most kids see us as enemies. It's
refreshing to find a student who likes being in the Principal's office
... and for good reasons! See you after classes."

Billy called Mrs. G. and told her where he was going after school, and then
found Mikey to share the good news. Freddie walked up to the pair as they
were chatting animatedly, and asked what was so exciting. Billy told him
about Timmy's progress, and Freddie was equally as pleased as were the
other two. Mikey happened to mention to Freddie, however, that it might be
a nice gesture to allow Billy the first visitation rights, and then go see
him tomorrow. Freddie picked up on the reason behind the suggestion pretty
fast, and invited Mikey to his place for the afternoon to study ... or
somethin'.

The day dragged on incessantly ... every minute seemed like an hour to
Billy. His mind just couldn't zero in on lectures or even the reading
assignments of the moment. He felt as if Timmy was calling his name
... begging for him to hurry up and get to the hospital. He even lost his
cool at one teacher who chided him for daydreaming instead of doing the
class work. (At least it wasn't bad enough to get detention assigned. That
would have ruined everything, for sure!)

When the last bell of the day rang, Billy felt almost as if he was just
paroled from time in jail, and literally ran to Mr. J's office, nearly
knocking down a couple other students in the hallway. Gertie happened to
see the near collision, and intervened before any one else got mad, because
she knew what was behind it all ... and felt that corrective measures were
unnecessary under the circumstances. (You know that school secretaries
actually run the campus, don't you? *G* well, add head custodians to that
rule too!) Gertie pointed Billy toward the faculty parking lot where
Mr. J. was already waiting ... but cautioned Billy to be careful not to
cause any bodily harm on route.

      "Hop in, Bill ... I know you're anxious to get there! I've already
called ahead and had the nurse tell Tim that you're coming with me. She
said that when she told him, he lit up like a Christmas tree."

      "Gee, Mr. J., I felt all day as if he was calling my name and wanting
me there. I know you can't speed or drive crazy ... but if there's a short
cut..."

      "Holman Highway is the fastest route from here, Bill. It would take a
lot longer to go through Monterey and up the cut-off to Hwy 1."

      "Yes Sir ... I know you're right ...it's just that ..."

      "Young Timothy is real fortunate to have a friend who cares as much
as you do, Bill. I wish more kids had someone that was so special to
them. It would solve a lot of problems I see every day at the school. We're
almost there now, but remember...I need a few minutes alone with him before
I turn him over to you. Can you allow me that without exploding all over
the waiting room?"

      "Yeah ... for you, I can, Sir. You've been so supportive already. I
gotta do it your way, just to thank you for all you've done. But trust me
... it ain't gonna be easy!"

Mr. Jacobs was kind enough to allow Billy to come in with him to say `hi'
to Timmy and to assure them both that Billy would stay with Timmy after
Mr. J. finished with the inquiry about what all happened as far as Timmy
could remember. Then he sent Billy to the waiting room so that Timmy could
concentrate on the facts and freely relate them in private without worrying
about being embarrassed by any emotional outbursts that might be involved.

Billy's time in the waiting room wasn't easy, but not just because he
wanted to spend time with Timmy. The main struggle Billy was now dealing
with was centered on the visual impressions he received during the few
moments of saying hello. Bruises, a black eye, the paleness of Tim's facial
tone, the feeding tube in his arm, the drained energy that replaced his
friend's normal exuberance ... all of which caused Billy both sadness and
anger at the same time.  He even began seeing visions of what Joey must
have gone through before he had died from his injuries. Billy was so
intensely bothered by how he so wanted to retaliate ... and yet how well he
knew that revenge was not the answer ... that he went into the Men's room
and had a case of dry heaves over the entire episode. It was at the end of
his internal eruption that Mr. J. appeared in the lavatory to discover his
predicament ...

      "Bill? You OK? May I help you?"

      "Uh...Mr. J. ... I think I'm OK, now, but I guess I need to wash up
before Tim sees me this way. It's just that when I saw how bad he looked
... and ..."

      "SSSSHHHhhhhhh, Bill. I understand totally. Let me help you clean up
a bit. I know the first impression seems bad, but honestly, he is so much
better than expected, that as soon as you spend a few minutes with him, all
that will seem to disappear. Besides, he wants to see you so badly that he
won't detect anything wrong, even if you went in just as you are right
now. You know, son ... that love does that! And honestly, I see a lot of
love between you two guys ... and that is to be treasured!"

      "UH ...uh ... it's not wrong if two guys love each other, is it?"

      "You loved your brother, didn't you? I loved my Dad and my brothers,
too. Listen. Bill ... love is always a good thing. We all need it. I wish
more people truly experienced it in their lifetime. Understand me ... that
people misunderstand love and define it incorrectly sometimes ... and then,
its form of expression can be less than good. But real love is a blessing!"

      "I think I'm ready now ... walk me to his room, please! I'd like
that, Mr. J."

Billy felt Mr. J.'s hand resting on his shoulder as they made their way to
Timmy's room. It was comforting, and yet added strength to Billy's
steps. It was almost like having a Dad to count on. A thought flashed
through Billy's brain about how he used to feel when he was with Larry
... not anything sexual in any way, but a feeling of trust and worthiness
that lifted his spirit, and assured him that all was well as it could be
right now, and would get even better in the not too distant future.

The room door opened, and Billy saw Timmy sitting up in bed, looking toward
Billy with eyes that said ... "Oh God ... get over here now! Hug me! I've
missed you so much!"  Billy looked up at Mr. J. ... Mr. J. nodded in
response ... and Billy tore to Timmy's side as if he was shot out of a
cannon. Still being careful enough not to do any damage, Billy grabbed hold
of Timmy and the two embraced as intensely as possible. Mr. J. watched for
a couple of minutes before smiling and graciously excused himself from
their presence.

Frank stopped by the nurse's station and mentioned that if it was possible,
maybe two dinners be brought to the room later, because there was little
chance that Tim would be losing his visitor too soon. The nurse called
dietary and made the request, already having been told by the Dr. about who
Billy was, and the fact that originally the Dr. had made a comment to the
young man about a guest bed being available when a private room became part
of the picture. Realizing the situation was well in hand, Frank left.

Back in the room ...

      "Dang, Billy ... I thought they'd never get me where you could come
see me. I fought like crazy to get better fast ... just so I'd get out'a
ICU! I've never felt about anybody before like I feel about you! That's how
important you are to me. I hope that don't sound silly or sick! But ... it
sure as hell is the truth!"

      "Timmy ... I know exactly how you feel ... `cause I feel the same
way! I couldn't even think about classes today, knowing I was coming here
to be with you! And when I saw how beat up you are ... I ... almost threw
up my guts in the bathroom! Now you'll probably think I'm the one that's
sick or silly!"

A moment of silent stares between them, and then ... an attack of the
giggles took over and cleared the atmosphere, making all the ugly stuff
disappear, and the beauty of true friendship to exude a healing balm that
soothed all the anguish of the past few days. But then a sudden shift in
the conversation ...

      "Billy ... I gotta pee so bad! Grab that container and hold it in
place for me...please!"

      "Do I hold the pitcher...or the faucet?"

      (Giggle again ...)  "Uh... both if you want! Just wait till I finish
draining the radiator before you do anything that might make it hard to
empty!"

      "What if I do make things hard ... uh ... I mean difficult? What if
we get caught by a nurse or an orderly?"

      "Well ... it'll be under the sheet! Who can really tell what's
happening. Besides ... I asked for your help, didn't I? So what if I'm a
normal healthy teen aged horn- toad? Not your fault I reacted to a required
helping hand!"

      "Dang, Timmy ... I like the way you think! I guess you do feel a lot
better, huh!"

      "Yeah ... but not near as good as I'll feel when you're done helping
me!"

Well ... Timmy almost completely filled that pitcher ... and a portion of a
second one as well. Billy knew enough not to empty the pitchers until
someone came and recorded the measurements of the fluid collected. So he
placed them on the bedside cart and pushed the little table aside so that
he could continue to assist his lover with the next task at hand. Just as
Timmy had suspected, and no doubt hoped for, Billy's grip on the drain
valve had made certain situations rise ... fully rise! It was also
unnecessary for Timmy to verbalize how he wanted the solution to his
condition to proceed. Billy accepted the duties of physical therapist, and
began to gently administer the necessary corrective action.

Fortunately, no one from the hospital staff entered the room during the
moments that Timmy overcame the involuntary muscular reactions and
breathing difficulties involved, because since there was no additional
vessel available for collection of lost bodily fluids ... Billy lowered his
head and ingested all substance that otherwise might become tell-tale
evidence that Timmy was indeed being healed of something he was not
originally admitted to the hospital to cure.

The only negative result that might be obvious to anyone entering the room
shortly after the fact was that Billy needed to head into the bathroom on
order to tend to his own clothing ... as he also had enjoyed the therapy
session to the point of no return, and needed to apply a warm wet washcloth
in certain ways as to disguise definitely strategically placed damp spots
in his Dockers.

Timmy realized where Billy went, and started to laugh ... and tears came to
his eyes as Billy returned bedside ...

      "Uh...Timmy ... why you crying?"

      "It only hurts when I laugh! Damn spleen! It's still tender! I'm OK,
Man ... but don't make me laugh any more for a little while! Please!"

      "What'd I do that made you laugh?"

      "UH ... the expression on your face when you creamed your pants, and
knew that we'd get caught if anyone saw the stains ... that was priceless!
Oh, shit ... I'm laughing again, just thinkin' about it!"

      "IT WASN'T THAT FUNNY!"

Just then, an orderly came in to check on Tim's vital signs. He could tell
immediately that Timmy was feeling some pain, and quickly grabbed a pill
from the drawer in Tim's nightstand. But Timmy said he didn't want the
pill...that it was just the laughing from having a good time with his
friend that caused the pain...that it wasn't that bad. The orderly said
that if it got worse, to use the call button, and he'd get a pill at that
time ... then checked blood pressure and temp, and recorded the fluid
levels of the two pitchers on the little table too, before leaving.

All this time, Billy sat in the recliner across the room with his hands
covering the front of his pants in a rather inconspicuous manner as he
watched the TV show very intently to avoid looking the orderly in the
eye. But as the orderly stepped through the doorway, he turned to Billy and
gave him a huge grin, gave a small grab at his own crotch, winked ... and
closed the door behind himself. It wasn't until that moment that Billy
realized that a certain fragrance still permeated the room slightly, even
above the antiseptic smell of the hospital atmosphere.  He thought to
himself, as he sunk deep into the recliner ... "God ... I hope that guy can
keep his mouth shut!"

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End of Chapter Six