Love on Trial
Chapter 14
Jason and Chris were waiting for me to arrive sixth period. They had saved a seat for
me between them. Mrs. Mason had a stunned look on her face when she saw me sit
down beside Jason. She nodded appreciatively at me, but said nothing.

“Hey Asswipe,” said Jason when I sat down.

“Asswipe?” Chris asked. He had never heard Jason use his pet name for me.

“Yeah,” grinned Jason. “He uses his hand to wipe his butt.” Chris almost fell out of his
desk laughing. I elbowed Jason in his side, causing him to let out a grunt.

We stopped when the guy behind us said angrily, “You guys act like fags.”

Jason started to rise. He had his fists balled up, prepared to fight. I grabbed his arm
and pleaded with him to sit down. “Come on, Jason,” I begged. “It’s not worth it.” He
looked at me and slowly sat back down.

When Mrs. Mason began the lesson, it distracted everyone from what had just
happened. A few students nearby were hoping to see a fight. When we were assigned
seat work, the guy behind us seemed to be having problems; so I invited him to join
us. He hesitated before finally moving his seat up and working with us. Later, he
apologized for the remark he had made at the beginning of the period.

When the bell rang, Mrs. Mason asked Jason, Chris and me to remain behind. She
pulled up a chair and sat down with us.

“I take it everything is better?” she asked.

“Yes, Ma’am,” Jason and I answered in unison. “We’re still friends,” Jason said. He
looked over at me and smiled.

“That is wonderful,” she replied. “I just knew it would work out. You guys have been
hooked at the hips for as long as I can remember.” She laughed when we playfully
searched our hips looking for the hooks.

“Are students still giving you a difficult time?” She looked at me worriedly.

“Not too much,” I responded. “It’s getting better. Only the Shays brothers seem to
be a problem.”

“Word around the school is the football team is keeping an eye on you,” she said.

“Yeah,” I replied. “They’ve already saved my ass a couple of times.” She gave me a
stern look. “Oops, sorry.”

“Yes, well,” she smiled, “we can’t have anything happening to your ass.”

I thought Chris was going to fall out of his chair because he was laughing so hard.  
“I told you he was an asswipe,” joked Jason. We laughed even harder.

“Well, enough of this,” commented Mrs. Mason as she attempted to regain her
composure. “Seriously, Taylor. If you need anything, come see me.”

We talked a few more minutes and then left. Chris seemed a little nervous. After
making up with Jason during the afternoon, I had almost forgotten that he was going
to go home with me.

“You ready?” I asked.

“I have to go to my locker first,” he replied.

“Where are you guys going?” Jason sounded disappointed that he had not been
invited.

“I invited Chris to come home with me,” I said. He looked disappointed. “Maybe you
can come over after dinner.”

A smile appeared on his face. “Yeah,” he responded. “That would work. I’ll see you
guys later.” I watched him walk quickly down the hall. It appeared that he wanted to
start skipping. A huge smile broke out on my face. I looked over and saw Chris
watching me.

“Ready?” I asked. He nodded and we walked to his locker to get his books. I tried to
get him to talk, but he was suddenly very quiet. I was beginning to think that he
probably wouldn’t open up to me once we got home.

We had to take the bus since my car was still being repaired. We stopped at a local
fast food place to grab a bite to eat. He seemed a little too nervous to go straight
home. We ordered our food and took a booth in the back where we could be alone.

He sat quietly nibbling on his hamburger. I kept looking at him and making funny
faces, but he’d just roll his eyes at me. No matter what I did, I couldn’t get him out of
the somber mood he was in.

“You’re awfully quiet,” I finally said.

“Sorry. I’m not very good company” he apologized. He didn’t even look up at me
when he spoke.

“I like being with you,” I replied. He looked up and met my eyes.

“But I bet you’d rather be with Jason,” he said, looking down at his hamburger.

“My whole world doesn’t revolve around Jason,” I replied. “I said I liked being here
with you.” I picked up a French fry and threw it at him. He looked up and grinned.
Then he pulled a piece of his hamburger off and tossed it at me. We both started
laughing.

“They’re going to kick us out of here if we don’t stop,” I said as I tossed another
French fry at him.

“Truce, then,” he laughed, throwing another piece of his sandwich at me.

“Ok, truce.” I acted like I was going to throw another fry, but instead shoved it in my
mouth. He seemed to relax a little more after our playful exchange. We sat and talked
about school mostly. I decided to wait until we got home to confront him about his
father.

After a short walk to my home, we went to my bedroom. He walked in and
immediately started looking around. He stopped at a picture of me and Jason on the
wall. It was taken at our eighth grade graduation. We were dressed in suits and
looked like miniature business men.

“I remember this,” Chris laughed. “You were so cute that day.” Suddenly, realizing
what he said, his face began to turn red.

“Thanks,” I replied. “If I remember right, you looked pretty good too in your navy
blue suit.”

“You remember?” he replied astonishingly.

“Not really,” I laughed. “Just a wild guess. Almost everyone had on a blue suit that
day.” He walked over and playfully punched me in my arm.

“Ouch,” I cried. “That hurt.” I faked like I was in great pain. He looked at me and bent
over laughing.

“Wimp,” he laughed.

“Wimp?” I shouted. “I’ll show you who’s a wimp.” I took a leap and grabbed him
around the waist, pulling him over to the bed. He let out a grunt when I fell on top of
him.

He struggled to get up, but I had his hands pinned down. He started wiggling to get
away. I could feel my cock begin to harden. I’m not sure, but it seemed like his did
too.

“Let me up, please!” He begged, rolling around even more. I could feel his hard cock
rubbing up against mine. I pushed with more force.

“Say uncle,” I laughed, while grinding deeper into him. We were both fully erect.

“Your grandma,” he shouted, pushing upward. I looked down at his face and could
still smell the hamburger on his breath. His chest was heaving with excitement.

“Say...” I suddenly wanted to kiss him. “It...” I moved my mouth closer to his.
“Say...” He closed his eyes and I could feel him trembling. “Uncle...” Our lips touched,
lightly at first, then the kiss became more passionate.

He kept thrusting upward, grinding his cock into mine. I was moaning softly into his
mouth. After about a minute, we pulled away and sat up.

“Uncle,” he said, looking at me with dazed eyes.

“Yeah, Uncle,” I replied. He smiled, got up and paced nervously around the room.  
I began to think that perhaps I had made a mistake by kissing him.

He suddenly blurted out, “He caught me two years ago kissing another boy.” I looked
at him as his eyes glistened with tears. He was fighting hard not to cry.

“I had a friend over, and we were swimming in the pool,” he continued. “One thing led
to another; and just like now, we started kissing.” I sat and listened as he told me his
sad story. I didn’t want to interrupt by saying something wrong.

“I didn’t know he came home early.” His expression was so sorrowful that I wasn’t
sure he could go on. “He saw us and came out on the patio and started screaming.
He told us to get out of the water. He looked at my swimming trunks and saw that I
was hard.” Finally, the tears began to fall down the side of his cheeks.

“He’s hated me ever since,” he cried. “He has never allowed me to have any friends
after that.” I reached over and pulled him into me while he sobbed softly.

“I’m sorry,” I said as I held him tightly. After a minute, I asked him what had been on
my mind all day. “Does he hit you a lot?” His body stiffened when I asked him, but
soon he relaxed.

“No, not really,” he replied. “Only if he thinks I’m becoming gay again.”

“What do you mean, becoming gay again?”

“You know,” he said. “If I act like a girl or something. Sometimes he’ll see me looking
at a boy and then hit me when we get home.”

“What made him hit you the other day?”

“He heard me talking on the phone to Jason about you.” He looked up sadly at me.
“He heard me tell him I like you.”

“Damn, Chris.” I muttered angrily. “You’ve got to tell someone. It’s not right what
he’s doing.”

“He’s never really hurt me, you know.” He was trying to allay my fears that his father
would some day harm him. “He just kinda shoves me or slaps me. He has never hit
me hard.”

“That doesn’t matter, Chris!” I shouted angrily. “He can’t punish you just because
you’re gay.”

“He knows he can’t change that,” he responded. “He just doesn’t want me to act gay
around him again. He says it makes him sick to his stomach.”

“What does your mother say about it?”

“She doesn’t know,” he said. “He told me never to tell her.”

I just looked at him trying to understand what was going on in his life. On the
surface, he seemed to have everything- good looks, intelligence, nice home and loving
parents. But inside, he was living a life of hell. He had a father who refused to accept
his son for who he was. He wouldn’t let him have friends for fear he might like one of
them. Inside, he was a very lonely boy.

I reached out and pulled him into me once again. Soon our tenderness turned into
playfulness. I guess we were trying to ease some of the tension that had built up
while he told me the sad story of his life.

We began wrestling once again, trying to gain dominance over the other. I finally was
able to pull him over on his back. We were both dangled precariously over the side of
my small, twin-size bed.

“So you kissed another boy, huh?” I grinned, looking down into his smiling face.

“Yeah, so what? What you going to do about it?”

“This.” I leaned in and our lips met again. I forced my tongue into his mouth and he
sucked gently on it. Once again, we both became erect. When I reached down and
started to rub his cock, he moaned into my mouth.

Suddenly, my bedroom door opened. He pushed me off, and I landed flat on my ass
on the floor. I looked up and saw my father standing in the doorway.

“Sorry, guys,” he said embarrassedly. “I should have knocked first.” He quickly closed
the door.

“Oh, man.” I buried my head in my hands and started laughing hysterically. “I can’t
believe my dad caught us kissing.” I knew I was blushing brightly.

“You think it’s funny?” Chris asked in shock. I looked up and saw his worried face and
started laughing harder.

“Well, it was funny.” I laughed loudly. “You threw me off the bed on my ass. Oh, man,
he’s never gonna let me live that one down.”

“He’s not going to be mad?” He asked incredulously.

“Mad?” I doubled over with laughter. “He’s probably downstairs now laughing his ass
off. First boy I kiss, and he has to catch me.” A smile began to form on Chris’s lips.
Soon, he too was laughing.

After a few minutes, I got off the floor and sat down beside Chris. I looked deeply
into his eyes. “Will you talk to him?”

“Who?”

“My dad.”

“I don’t know. I’m too embarrassed.”

“Please!” I leaned into him. “Please?” I asked softly. “Please.” Our lips met and we
kissed.

“All right.”

“Good. Come on.” After giving him a final kiss, I grabbed his hand and led him
downstairs. My mother and father were in the kitchen laughing loudly. We both
walked in with very red faces. I forgot I was still holding his hand until my mother
looked down.

“How’s your butt, Son?” My father howled with laughter. I looked over at Chris. I
don’t think I had ever seen anyone as red as he was at that minute. His cheeks were
burning brightly.

My mother, sensing his embarrassment, walked over and hugged him. She whispered
something in his ear, which only made him blush even brighter.

“You guys need to grow up and act like adults,” I said mockingly. They laughed harder.

All through dinner, my father would look at me and laugh. I knew he had the image of
Chris tossing me off the bed onto the floor etched into his mind forever. I could live
to be a hundred, and he’ll never let me forget that.

We were putting dishes into the dishwasher when I looked over at Chris and nodded.
He hesitated a minute before nodding back. My father came into the kitchen.

“Dad, can we talk to you in the den for a minute?” He put his dishes away and looked
at us. Seeing the serious expressions on our faces, he put his hands on our backs
and led us down the hall to his office.

“Do you mind if I talk to him alone, Taylor?” Chris asked me pleadingly.

“Sure.” I was hurt because he didn’t want me to be there; however, I was glad he
was going to tell my father what was happening at home.

I paced around the living room while they talked behind the closed door. My mother
kept asking what was going on, but I told her it was something personal. She
accepted that, and she didn’t ask me anything more.

After about a half hour, they emerged from the den. Chris’s face was wet with tears,
and my father looked like a man bent on murder. He informed us that he was taking
Chris home and that he’d be back shortly. I pulled Chris into the kitchen and gave him
a quick kiss.

It was a little after seven when they left. I had no idea when my father would return.
By the look on his face, I knew he wasn’t just going to drop him off and return. He
would have let me go along if he was going to do that. I knew my father was going to
confront Mr. Brewster. I was glad that they had been good friends for years, because
I knew my father wouldn’t hurt him. Or at least I hoped he wouldn’t.

My mother forced me to go to my room and do some homework. She got tired of
watching me stand at the window and pull back the curtains every two minutes to see
if my father had returned.

I was writing an essay for literature when I heard a light rap on the door. “Come in!”
I yelled out. I was surprised when the door opened and Jason stepped in. It was the
first time we had been alone since the incident at Chris’s house. I could tell it was as
awkward for him as it was for me.

“Hey,” I said, trying to force a smile.

“Hey, asswipe.” He grinned and then walked over and sat down on my bed. He
noticed that my bed was a mess. I had forgotten to make it after Chris and I had
finished wrestling. My bed is usually meticulously made. It could easily pass an
inspection by a drill sergeant.

“What have you been doing on this bed?” he asked innocently. He grinned when he
saw me begin to blush.

“Where’s Chris?” he smirked. He knew by my reaction that something had happened
before he arrived.

“Dad took him home.” I informed him. He looked at me, expecting me to say more;
but I didn’t. I figured it would be best to let Chris decide if he wanted him to know
what was happening.

“What are you doing?” He got up, walked over and looked over my shoulder. “You still
working on that lit assignment? I finished mine days ago.”

“Yeah, well I’ve been kind of preoccupied.” As soon as I said it, I regretted it. One
thing I didn’t want to do was remind Jason of what had happened. We were just
beginning to rebuild our friendship, and I didn’t want to jeopardize that.

“Come here.” He grabbed my arm and led me over to the bed. He sat down and
patted the bed, indicating he wanted me to sit beside him.

“Taylor, we got to talk about it,” he said seriously. “If we don’t it will always be there,
preventing us from being real friends again.”

“All right.” I hung my head. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for it to happen.”

“I know that, Taylor,” he said. “I’m not talking about that. I’m talking about us.”

I lifted my head and looked questioningly into his face. I had no idea where this
conversation was leading.

“You’re gay, and I’m cool with that,” he began. “But I’m not. I can never be what you
want me to be. I can be your friend, but I can’t be your boyfriend.”

“I know,” I replied. “I’ve always known that. It was just difficult for me to realize.”

“So you don’t love me anymore?” he pretended to cry. “I’m crushed.”

“Shut up, dickhead,” I laughed. “You’ll always be number one in my book.”

“Good,” he let out a sigh of relief. “I better be.” He reached out and pulled me into a
hug. I relaxed in his arms. It felt good to have my best friend holding me.

“Okay, enough.” He pushed me back and laughed. “This is getting just a little
toooooo gay.”

He looked down and began straightening out my bedspread. Suddenly, he looked at
me and grinned.

“You never did tell me how this bed got so messed up.” My face began to burn a
scarlet red. “And where did you say Chris was again?” He started rolling on the bed
laughing at my embarrassment.

After laughing a minute, Jason sat up and gave me a serious look. “He really likes
you, Taylor. He’s always talking about you.”

“Is that what you were talking about in Mrs. Mason’s class?” I asked.

“Yeah,” Jason grinned evilly. “I don’t know why, but he thinks you’re hot.”

“Well, I am.” I laughed, striking a sexy pose. Jason started rolling on the bed laughing
again.

“You’re such an asswipe,” he howled.

I looked at him and asked, “So it wouldn’t bother you if I see Chris?”

“Why would it bother me?” he asked. “You got your life to live, and I got mine. I really
am happy for you.” I could tell by the expression on his face he was being truthful. He
was all right with me being gay.

He suddenly became quiet. I could tell he had something else to say, but he was too
afraid to bring it up.

“What is it?” I asked. “I know that look. Spill it.” I watched as his cheeks began to
turn red.

“Well, um,” he stammered. “All right. I’m just going to ask it.”

“What?” He really had me puzzled. I’d never seen him this nervous before.

“Would you get mad if I asked Cynthia out?” I was completely by surprised. I’d never
imagined he liked Cynthia. They had been great friends, but Cynthia was not the kind
of girl Jason would want to date.

“Are you serious?” I almost shouted. “You know her father is a preacher? Right?”

“Yeah, I know,” he responded. “When we were talking today... I don’t know... I just
started thinking differently about her. I can’t explain it. It’s like I really like her.”

I just sat and stared at him. I had never imagined him and Cynthia being together.
But the more I thought about it, the more I liked the idea. There weren’t two better
people in the world. They would be perfect together.

Jason kept studying me for my reaction. Soon a smile emerged on my face. When my
smile widened, I saw his eyes begin to twinkle.

“So you’re all right with it?” he asked hopefully.

“Yeah,” I said. “I’m more than all right with it.” We leaned in and gave each other a
quick hug. He sat back and smiled.

“Maybe we can double date,” he grinned. “That would be so cool.”

“Yeah,” I laughed. “It would be.”

Jason and I talked for a few more minutes. It was getting late, and he had to go
home. We made plans to ask Chris and Cynthia out to the movies on Saturday. We
were both acting like two teen girls going out on our first dates.

After he left, I returned to working on my lit assignment. It was due the following
day, and I still had a lot to write. About an hour later, I heard my father downstairs.
With Jason coming by, I had almost forgotten that he had taken Chris home.

I bounded down the stairs and hurried to the living room. I stopped suddenly when I
got to the door. Chris was sitting beside my mother. She had her arm around him,
and it appeared that he was crying. In front of him were his book bag- and some
luggage.


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