A Different Road
Chapter 11
When will this damn roller coaster stop and let me off?  It’s been another day of ups
and downs. I’d just had tremendous sex with Adrian, and then had to sit several
hours later and watch my best friend self destruct. I was still struggling with an
unanswerable question- if Brett was in love with Cindy, then why was he so
bothered by me being with Adrian?

It seems that he was really affected by seeing me and Adrian kissing in the boys’
room. He had been kissing Cindy behind my back for the past few months, but I
couldn’t do the same thing?  Sure it was with a guy, but he knew I was gay. And
besides, he never kissed me; except that one time for only a few minutes.

I had no idea why his mother had been so angry with me. Brett was her son. If he
was having problems, then it was her duty to help him, not mine. She knew we
weren’t talking anymore. I guess she just assumed she could come waltzing into my
bedroom and patch things up with a few words.

She wasn’t in the room when Brett told me he didn’t want me anymore. She wasn’t
there when I fell in love with him and gave him my body willingly for five years. She
couldn’t feel the pain in my heart when I thought I couldn’t live without him. She
wasn’t there when I stood on that cliff and opened my arms because I felt I couldn’t
go on anymore.

“You all right?” Adrian asked, bringing me out of my deep thoughts.

“Yeah,” I replied. I had almost forgotten he was in the car with me. He took my hand
and squeezed it.

I pulled up in front of his house and turned out the lights. The house was dark
inside except for the porch lights. I looked at my watch; it was after midnight.

“You won’t get in trouble will you?” I asked worriedly. I knew his father would not
approve of him being out so late.

“They’re in bed,” he responded nervously. “I hope they won’t know what time I came
in.”

“Will I see you tomorrow?” I asked hopefully. I wanted us to spend the day together.

“I’ll call you in the morning,” he responded. He then leaned in and we kissed
goodnight. It wasn’t a long kiss, but it would get me by until I saw him again.

“Night, Corey.” He looked into my eyes. It was as if he were searching for something.
I knew he wanted to tell me he loved me, but I think he was waiting for me to say it
first. I didn’t think it would be fair to say it, when I wasn’t really sure if my heart yet
believed it.

“Night Adrian.” His smile faded as he got out of the car. He turned and waved
goodbye from the porch. I waited until he was safely inside before I pulled off.

I drove home, but I still wasn’t tired. I walked around to the backyard and sat on the
edge of the pool. I took off my shoes and socks, rolled up my pants legs and kicked
gently at the water. It was relaxing to hear the water hitting the side of the pool.

After a few minutes, the patio door opened and my father pattered over to the side
of the pool in just his boxers. He sat down beside me.

“It’s a nice night out,” he said quietly.

“Yeah, it is,” I replied.

We sat quietly for several minutes. I knew he was waiting for me to say something.

“How can you tell if you’re really in love?” I asked. He started laughing.

“Wow,” he responded. “You go straight to the top.” I looked over as he chuckled.

“No, seriously,” I said.

“I can’t answer that for you, Corey,” he said thoughtfully. “Only your heart can do
that.”

“But I thought I loved Brett.” I looked over for an answer. “Now Adrian comes into
my life and I think I’m falling for him. I’m really confused. I don’t know what to do.”

He scooted over to me and wrapped his arm around me.

“What does your heart tell you?” he asked.

“That’s just it,” I sighed. “I love both of them. Now I feel I have to choose and I
know I’m going to hurt one of them.”

“I think you’ve already made a decision.” He looked into my eyes. “You just don’t
how to tell Brett.”

“How did you get so wise?” I asked.

“Good gene pool,” he laughed. “Just hope you inherited it.” With that, he pushed me
into the water. I jumped up and grabbed his leg, pulling him in. We laughed and
played around in the pool for a long time. We eventually ended up skinny dipping. It
seemed weird at first, swimming naked with my father; but we were really having a
good time. He had a remarkable build and a huge cock. I thought my mother was
crazy for walking away from a man that any other woman would love to have.

We walked naked into the kitchen and my father tossed me a beer. We sat at the
counter talking about that night’s football game. He got extremely upset when I told
him how Brett’s mom had treated me.

When I finally went to bed, it was around 2:00. I was exhausted. I fell into bed and
went immediately to sleep. Instead of dreaming about Brett, I dreamt of Adrian.

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“Where are we?” I looked around and it seemed like we were deep into a forest.
I could barely see light coming from the canopy of the tree tops.

“I’m not sure,” replied Adrian. “Aren’t you scared?”

“No.” I took his hand. “I’m with you.” He looked over and smiled.

“Look.” We stopped suddenly and looked at the fork in the road. There were two
paths heading in opposite directions. One was heading east, and the other west.

On the path that headed east, I could barely make out a figure standing in the
shadows. He had his head down and he looked forlorn. There was a river forming
from the tears falling from his face. He slowly raised his head and I could tell it was
Brett. I stood looking at the sad figure until Adrian grabbed my hand.

“You ready?” He asked. I took one last look at the sad figure and nodded my head.

“Then let’s go.” Adrian grabbed my hand and we headed down the path heading
west. As we walked, the sun began to shine through the trees.

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I was awakened by the phone ringing in the kitchen. I looked at the clock. It was   
4:35. Who could be calling at this time in the morning? It stopped and then began
ringing again several minutes later. I heard my father answer it from his bedroom.
Several minutes later, he knocked on my door and opened it.

“Get up, Corey,” he ordered. “We have to go.”  

“What’s wrong?” I sat up and saw the worried look on his face.

“We have to go to the hospital,” he replied. “Adrian’s been hurt.”

I fell onto the bed and wrapped myself in the covers. I was trying hard not to
scream. It was the second time in a few days that he had been taken to the hospital.
My father came over, wrapped his arms around me and tried to calm me down.

“The phone call was from Cornelius,” he said. “Reverend Baker beat Adrian last night
after you took him home.” I began to tremble uncontrollably. Why did such bad
things have to happen to good people? Adrian never hurt anyone.

“Is he all right?” I was afraid to hear the answer.

“I don’t know,” my father told me. “He had just gotten off the phone with Adrian‘s
mother. It seems that Reverend Baker was arrested and taken to jail.”

“Good,” I spat. “I hope he rots there.” I got up and began dressing. I had to get to
Adrian. I knew he needed me, and I had to be strong for him.

My father drove me to the hospital. He thought I was too emotional to be driving. He
was probably right. When we got to the emergency room, Cornelius, John, Charlie,
Julie and Adrian’s mother were sitting in the waiting area. Charlie jumped up and
came running to me. She threw herself on me and began weeping.

“God, Corey,” she cried. “I’m so glad you’re here.”

“Is Adrian alright?” I asked impatiently.

“We don’t know anything yet,” she continued crying. “From what my aunt said, he
was hurt pretty bad.” Adrian’s mother sitting off by herself in a corner. It was
apparent that no one wanted to talk to her.

We walked back over to where everyone else was. They rose and hugged me and my
father. I sat down beside Charlie and Julie. Julie grabbed Charlie’s hand and
squeezed it tightly. I took her other hand and held it.

We sat for about twenty minutes until a young woman wearing a doctor’s jacket
came out and asked for the Baker family. We rose and walked over to her. She
explained that Adrian had suffered a severe concussion when his father had hit him
with a fireplace poker. I thought I was going to get sick. My legs weakened and my
father reached out, grabbed me and held me up.

Adrian’s mother was crying softly as the doctor continued to explain that he would
be all right. He’d probably suffer from severe headaches for a while; but other than
that, he had been lucky that the damage hadn’t been worse. It seems that his father
only hit him once because the first blow knocked him out. Fortunately, he had not
continued hitting him.

We learned later that Adrian’s mother had called the police and insisted that they
arrest her husband. She had traveled in the ambulance and held her son’s hand on
the way to the hospital.

It began when Reverend Baker looked out the window when I dropped Adrian off at
home. He apparently had seen us kissing in the car. When Adrian entered the house,
he confronted him and called him a queer. He then went into a tirade about the sins
of homosexuality. He grabbed a fireplace poker and swung it at Adrian. Adrian was
unable to get out of the way in time and took a blow to the side of the head. He fell
to the floor motionless. Mrs. Baker entered the room and rushed to his side. She
then called 911. She had also asked for the police to come as well. After explaining
the situation to police, Reverend Baker was placed under arrest and taken to jail.

“May I see my son?” She asked the doctor.

“Of course,” she replied. “But only two of you may see him now, and only for a
minute. He needs his rest.”

Adrian’s mother walked over and took my hand. “Come with me.” She continued to
hold my hand as we followed the doctor to the examining room. When she pulled
back the curtain, Adrian was lying with his eyes closed. The side of his face was
bandaged. He had IV’s running into his arm and an oxygen tube in his nose. Mrs.
Baker almost collapsed when she saw him. I grabbed her and held her upright as she
trembled.

We walked slowly over to the side of the bed. Mrs. Baker grabbed Adrian’s hand,
and he slowly opened his eyes. Tears began to run down his cheeks when he saw his
mother.

“I’m sorry, Mother,” he cried softly. She leaned over and kissed him on his forehead.

“Shhh,” she said. “It’s going to be all right.” She put her hand on his forehead. She
looked over at me and motioned for me to come over.

“Look who’s here,” she informed Adrian. He looked over at me and started crying
again.

“Corey,” he cried. His mother replaced her hand with mine and then stepped back.  
I squeezed it tightly as I leaned in and gave him a kiss.

“I love you, Adrian,” I whispered in his ear.

“I know.” He gave me a slight grin. “I love you too.”

He closed his eyes and returned to sleep. I gave him another kiss and then we
walked out and back to the waiting room. Everyone stood, waiting anxiously for us.

They gathered around Mrs. Baker and me as we explained to them Adrian’s
condition. We assured them that he would be all right. When we were through, Mrs.
Baker started to walk away and sit by herself. I grabbed her hand and asked her to
join me on the couch. She refused, but I insisted. She smiled warmly as she took
the seat beside me.

Charlie sat down beside me and Julie sat on the arm, holding Charlie’s hand. After
several awkward moments, they began to talk. Adrian’s mother apologized to Charlie
for neglecting her niece. She explained how her husband had insisted that she not
talk to her. She knew she should not have listened to him, but she confessed that
she had been afraid of his violent temper.

I got up and sat beside my father while Charlie and her aunt made up for lost time.
She even seemed to be comfortable with Julie holding Charlie’s hand.

I fell asleep on my father’s shoulder. I must have slept for about an hour. I woke up
when Charlie came over and plopped down in my lap. She opened my eyelids with
her fingers. I was looking into her grinning face.

“Hey handsome,” she said. “We’re going to go get something to eat.”

“I’d like to stay here,” I said. “Just bring me back something.” She frowned, got off
my lap and walked over to Julie. I was left alone in the waiting room.

I kept looking at the door going into the emergency area. I cautiously walked over
and acted like I was going to get a drink from the water fountain. No one seemed to
be paying any attention. I quickly opened the door and hurried to the room where
Adrian was.

When I entered, he was still quietly sleeping. I pulled up the chair beside his bed,
took his hand and held it while he slept. Every once in a while he would squeeze it
gently as if he knew it were me. I just sat and watched his beautiful face. Once, he
opened his eyes and looked at me. He squeezed my hand tightly and smiled before
drifting back off to sleep.

An elderly nurse came in several times to check his vitals. She didn’t seem upset that
I was holding Adrian’s hand. On her third visit, she told me that her grandson was
gay. She hoped that if he were ever injured, his boyfriend would be allowed to hold
his hand. Tears formed in our eyes as she walked over and gave me a kiss on the
forehead.

Adrian was admitted to the hospital and placed in a private room so they could
monitor him and make sure that there was no brain damage. Since it was a Sunday,
I didn’t have to worry about going to school. I was able to spend the day with him.

His mother also never left his side. Charlie, Julie, Cornelius and John came to visit,
but they didn’t stay long. It gave me a good time to get to know Adrian’s mother.

Like most proud mothers, she told me funny stories about Adrian growing up. He
would tell her to be quiet, but it only made the stories funnier. She then explained
how his father had started to suspect that Adrian was gay after he took her sleeping
pills.

She felt guilty that she didn’t intervene, but she again explained how she was afraid
of her husband. He had a violent temper. She thought it was best to go along with
him, rather than upset him and perhaps trigger his anger.

She told us that she knew that he had been having several extramarital affairs. He
even bragged to her about his other children. She threatened to divorce him several
times, but he told her he would kill her if she tried.

She was going Monday to see an attorney and file for divorce. She was also going to
have a restraining order taken out against him so he couldn’t go anywhere near her
or Adrian. Adrian was to be released Monday morning, and she asked if I would be
able to stay with him while she kept her appointments. I readily agreed.

His mother brought Adrian home around 9:00. I had gone home and was to come
over around 10:00. She greeted me warmly at the door when I arrived. She pulled
me into a hug and whispered, “Thank you.”

“I’ve never seen him so happy,” she said tearfully. “I didn’t think I’d ever see him
smile again.”

She led me into the living room and we sat down for a few minutes. She explained to
me the trouble that had existed between Adrian and his father. She had felt so
helpless for the past few years knowing that Adrian was sinking deeper and deeper
into depression. We both wiped away tears when she told me how she thought that
I had saved his life. He seemed to have come alive after meeting me. I was unaware
of any of this.

“He’s in his room.” She pointed down a hallway as she put on a light jacket and
started to leave. “I won’t be home for several hours.” She gave me a quick kiss
before leaving.

I walked down the hall and peeked into Adrian’s bedroom. He was lying asleep on the
bed in just his boxers. I stood and watched his naked body for a few minutes. I
almost hated to disturb his peaceful sleep.

I went across the hall to the bathroom and took off my clothes. I then crept back to
his room and carefully climbed in beside him. He stirred, and then his eyes widened
as he realized I naked beside him. He reached out and rubbed my chest as my cock
began to harden. He looked down and watched it expand.

“I like being woke like this.” He kissed me softly.

“Mmmm,” I purred. I reached down and pulled his hard cock out through the opening
in his shorts and started to stroke him.

“You feel all right?” I asked worriedly.

“I do now.” He started to giggle, looking down at my hand slowing stroking him. He
lifted up and pulled off his shorts and lay before me naked.

I lay him on his back and then carefully crawled on top of him. I leaned in and gave
him a passionate kiss.

“I love you, Adrian.” I began to kiss him again before he could respond. He was
squirming under me, and I could feel his hard cock between my legs rubbing gently
at my ass.

“Oh God, Corey,” he moaned. “I never thought it would be like this.”

“Just a minute,” I said. “I’m going to make it even better.” I got off the bed and
hurried across the hall into the bathroom. I found a jar of Vaseline and returned to
bed. He looked at me questioningly.

“What are you going to do?” he asked as he watched me scoop some Vaseline out
of the jar and rub it on his cock. He hissed when I stroked it on.

“I want you to make love to me,” I replied as I reached around and rubbed some on
my ass. He leaned in and started kissing me passionately. I slowly sat back, lined his
cock to the opening of my ass and pushed down. I could feel him slowly entering me.

“I love you, Corey,” he moaned lustfully as he penetrated me deeper. He again
started kissing me. Brett had fucked me hundreds of times, but I don’t think I had
ever felt the love that I was now experiencing. At this moment, I knew the difference
between having sex and making love. With Adrian I was making love.

When he had completely entered me, I sat up and began to move up and down on
his cock. We were staring into each other’s eyes. I wanted to see the happiness that
they contained for me. A tear began to fall from his eye, and I leaned in and licked it
away. He looked back up at me and smiled.

We didn’t say anything. We just stared at one another as we continued to make
love. He reached down and took my hard cock in his hand and began to slowly
stroke me. He was enjoying watching my face and the immense pleasure he was
giving me.

I felt myself ready to cum. I had been trying to hold back, but I could no longer.
With a loud moan, I sat down on his cock and erupted onto this chest. He closed his
eyes as he began to cum inside my ass.

“Oh God, Corey!” he yelled as he erupted deeply inside me. “I love you.” He
continued to fuck me until his cock began to soften. I rose up and he pulled his cock
out. I immediately missed him being inside me.

I fell on top of him as he grabbed the side of my face and kissed me again.

“I love you, Corey Singer.” He smiled into my eyes.

“I love you, Adrian Baker.” We kissed again.

We drifted off to sleep for a while. I awoke later and realized it was time to give
Adrian his medication. Afterwards, I helped him take a bath. Of course, it turned into
a double bath, because I joined him. He had me stand while he sucked my cock. I
pulled out and came on his chest. I then applied a large amount of shampoo in my
hand and jacked him off while we kissed. He moaned in my mouth when he came
again.

We were cuddled on the couch when his mother returned home around 3:00. She
smiled when she walked in and saw us sitting with our arms around each other. She
walked over and kissed us both on the foreheads.

She told us about her meeting with the divorce attorney and the court appearance
for a restraining order. Adrian’s father had been released that morning, but no one
had seen him. I shuddered thinking that he could have come in the house when
Adrian and I were making love.

Suddenly, I looked at the clock and noticed the time. It was 3:45. Football practice
was at four o’clock sharp. I explained to Adrian that I had to go. He understood that
I had promised the coach that I would return to practice.

I kissed him again before heading to the door. I began to feel anxious when I
realized I’d have to face Brett at practice.


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