A Delicate Situation
When I left the restaurant, three large black Suburbans were lined up in front. Several
people were milling about to see what was happening. One woman remarked, “It’s
Dorian,“ when we exited, and several people took my picture with their cell phones.
The secret service agents pointed toward the middle SUV, as another opened the
door for me to enter.
My mother sat with her arms folded and glared at me. “Get in, Dorian,” she ordered.
The agent slammed the door when I sat down beside her. “What did you do to your
I said sarcastically, “Hello, Mother.”
She looked over angrily and shouted, “What is wrong with you? Are you trying to
sabotage your father’s election?”
“No, Ma’am,” I replied nervously. I had witnessed my father’s rage on several
occasions, but I’d never seen my mother so angry.
“You got arrested!” she screamed. “It’s all over the news. Everywhere your father or I
go, we’re being bombarded with questions.” She glared angrily at me and asked,
“Why, Dorian? Why?”
“I’m sorry...” I started to explain, but she interrupted me.
“Sorry!” she screamed. “You’re sorry?” She glared angrily at me. “You were just
supposed to come to school and attend classes. Leo told you what to do.”
She screamed, “No buts! We’re in the middle of an election! We don’t need this.” I
wanted to melt into the seat from her glare. “Arrested? Your father and I can’t even
begin to explain your actions.”
My mother tapped driver’s shoulder and demanded, “Take us to the dorm.”
I asked worriedly, “Why are we going there?”
“Because you’re packing,” she replied angrily, “and coming home.”
“No!” I shouted. “You can’t make me leave!”
She hissed, “Watch me.”
Just then, the SUV stopped for a light. I opened the door and sprang from the
vehicle. As I tore down an alley, I turned to see if any secret service agents were
following me, but they weren’t. However, I could hear my mother shouting out my
name as I ran away.
I stood inside an alcove to a closed shop for several minutes to see if my mother’s
caravan would look for me. When I was sure they’d left the area, I took my phone
from my pocket to call Wes. I was going to ask him if his mother would come get me.
However, when I tried to use it, I received a message that my phone service had been
“Shit!” I muttered as I placed the phone back into my pocket.
Fortunately, I wasn’t too far from my dorm. It took me fifteen minutes to arrive.
When I did, I noticed the three Suburbans parked in front. Two secret service agents
were standing guard at the lobby door. A few minutes later, two more agents left the
dorm carrying large boxes. It appeared they were removing my belongings from the
room. They put the boxes in the back of the SUV, returned to the dorm and
reemerged minutes later carrying out my laptop computer and a few other items.
“Bitch!” I muttered as I watched the caravan pull slowly from the parking lot. I was
too afraid to approach the dorm because it might be under surveillance in the event I
I cautiously snuck around to the back of the dorm where my room was located. When
I came to my window, I peeked in. I saw Seth, Sydney, Jade and Amanda sitting in
the living room talking. Sydney and Amanda seemed very upset as they wiped tears
from their eyes with tissue.
Seth sprang from his chair when I lightly tapped on the window. Soon, the others
were peering out. “What are you doing out here?” Seth asked softly as he opened the
I asked, “Is the room being watched?” I examined the window to see if I could crawl
through it, but I couldn’t. Since it was a ground floor room, extra security measures
had been taken to prevent someone from entering it.
“I don’t think so,” he replied. “Are you all right?”
“Yeah,” I replied.
“What happened?” asked Sydney. “They came a few minutes ago and took
“I know,” I said. “I was watching.” I examined the window again. “I need to come
Jade looked out and said, “Wait there. I’ll be right back.” She left the room, and I
continued to talk to the others. I told them how I had run away after my mother said
she was pulling me out of school.
Suddenly, I saw Jade approaching. She was carrying a duffle bag. “Here,” she said as
she placed the bag on the ground, reached in and pulled out a woman’s sweater. “Put
this on.” I pulled it over my head, and then watched as she reached into the bag,
pulled out a blond wig and handed it to me.
“I’m not wearing this!” I shrieked.
“We’ve got to get you inside,” she insisted. “This is the only way.” She thrust the wig
at me and said, “Now put it on.” My face reddened when Seth and Sydney started
laughing from inside.
Sydney asked, “Who’s wig is that?”
“Marlo Gillespie,” replied Jade. “I told you she wore a wig.” She straightened it on my
head, stood back and looked at me. “Not too bad,” she remarked. “I don’t think
anyone will know you’re a boy.” She then grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the
“Wait!” I cried. “Maybe we should walk a few blocks away, and then come down the
sidewalk in case someone is watching. It won’t be so suspicious as coming around the
“Good idea,” she replied as we headed behind a nearby dorm. As we walked, I told her
what had happened.
“You’re all over the news!” she said excitedly. “The media is really running with your
“Have they showed my father?”
“Yes,” she replied as she frowned and said, “He said you suffering from a bout of
I stopped and shrieked, “What?”
“Someone interviewed your father on Fox, and he said you’ve been suffering from
severe depression since you were little. He said they make you act irrationally
sometimes,” she replied. “and that you are going to get medical treatment.”
“What!” I couldn’t believe he had come up with such a stupid story to explain why I
had participated in the march. He must have sent my mother to come get me, and
then he would tell reporters I had been removed from school to get medical help.
“There’s nothing wrong with me!” I insisted. “I’m not suffering from depression.”
“I know you're not," replied Jade.
I reached up and felt my wig. “Do I look okay?” She stepped back and laughed
As we approached the dorm, Jade reached out and pulled me toward her. “Pretend
like you’re drunk, and I’ll act like I’m helping you to your room.” I started to stagger,
and Jade acted like she was helping me walk. “Damn,” she giggled. “This reminds me
of high school.” She continued to help me walk until we got to my hallway. We then
rushed to the door. Seth was already waiting for us.
“Took you long enough,” he said as he quickly closed the door. “We thought you’d
been caught.” Jade explained the steps we had taken to get back to the room.
“What am I going to do?” I moaned as I took off the wig and tossed it on the floor.
“This is turning into a mess.” I looked over at the television and saw Governor Caswell
being interview on CNN. I went over and turned the volume up.
It was a videotape from an earlier interview he had done. He had just been asked him
if my arrest would have any effect on the campaign. Other than speaking briefly to me
at the convention, I’d never actually heard him speak. He appeared intelligent and
“I don’t see how Dorian’s involvement in a campus march can have any effect on the
campaign,” he replied to the question. “As you know, I believe that everyone in
America has a right to voice his or her concerns with the issues that affect them. I
admire Dorian for standing up strongly for the principles he believes in.”
Seth looked over and muttered, “Holy Shit. He’s supporting you.”
“Shhh,” hissed Sydney as she listened to the interview.
He was then asked, “But doesn’t your support of Dorian’s involvement in a gay rights
march conflict with the radical views of your running mate, Senator Gale?”
It was obvious that Caswell was searching for an appropriate answer. I’m sure that his
answer would affect the relationship he had with my father. “Well,” he replied as he
sat back and took a deep breath. “Our party is inclusive. We don’t expect everyone to
agree on every issue...”
He was quickly interrupted. “But Senator Gale is a staunch advocate of the anti-gay
rights movement of your party. How can you justify his extreme viewpoint?”
“Damn right,” muttered Jade. “Let me hear you support that homophobic prick.” She
looked over and said, “Sorry, Dorian. I keep forgetting he’s your father.”
“That’s okay,” I assured her. “He is a homophobic prick.”
“Senator Gale is evolving,” he replied. “Sometimes it takes a while to change a view
that one has held so long.”
“So are you telling me,” the interviewer asked, “that the Senator accepts his son’s
involvement in the gay rights protest at his school?”
I grabbed the remote and turned the volume up on the television. I was interested in
hearing Caswell’s answer to the question. “He supports his participation in the gay
rights organization that sponsored a peaceful assembly to disseminate literature.”
“But he opposes his participation in the march?”
Caswell frowned and said, “It wasn’t an authorized march.”
“So you believe that the campus police were right in arresting Dorian and the others?”
“I didn’t say that,” quipped Caswell.
“So what are you saying?” The interviewer continued to probe for a response, “Do
you believe that Dr. Avery, President of the university, was justified in ordering the
protestors to be pepper sprayed and arrested.” He turned toward a monitor. “I want
you to watch a video clip.”
A clip of the protest flashed on the screen. It looked like it had been taken by
someone’s cell phone. It showed Joseph and the rest of us standing in front of the
campus police as we were warned to discontinue the march. It showed the police chief
look to his right, and then he ordered his officers to pepper spray and arrest us.
There was mayhem on the tape as we were forcefully pushed to the ground and
handcuffed. The final clip showed me being taken away and placed in a van as I
gasped for air.
The interviewer leaned forward and asked Caswell, “So I ask you again, do you believe
the action of the campus police were justified?”
Caswell leaned back in his chair, folded his arms and said, “No. This is the United
States of America. We are not a third world country living under a dictatorship. One of
the fundamental rights we have is the right to peacefully protest when we feel our
rights have been violated.”
“So you feel Dorian’s arrest was unjustified?”
Caswell looked over at the monitor which was showing the violent attack on me and
the others. “The video speaks for itself,” he replied. “This was an unprovoked attack
on innocent students.”
The interview concluded and a roundtable panel began talking about the protest
march, and if the arrests were justifiable. Seth took the control and turned off the
“Wow!” I said. “Governor Caswell is on our side.”
“He has to be,” responded Jade. “He needs votes, and right now most of America is
pissed at what happened to you.”
“Where is Wes?” I asked.
Jade informed me, “He’s in his dorm. His mother dropped him off there before she
brought me here.” I asked to borrow her phone. When she asked me why I didn’t use
mine, I told her that my father had cut my phone off. “Fucker,” she spat as she
handed me her phone.
I went into Seth’s bedroom and closed the door before calling Wes. He had given me
his number earlier at the restaurant, so I could now contact him. His phone rang three
times before he answered it. “Hello?” he mumbled into the phone.
“Wes?” With everything that had happened during the evening, I forgot how late it
must have been. I looked at Seth’s alarm clock. It was almost two-thirty. “I’m sorry,”
I apologized, “I didn’t realize it was this late.”
I started to hang up, but he shouted out, “Wait! Don’t hang up.” He asked me if I
was all right, and he wanted to know what happened when I left with my mother. He
got upset when I told her that she wanted me to leave school, and how she had
removed everything from my room.
“You can’t leave!” His voice was filled with emotion. It sounded like he was trying hard
not to cry.”
“I’m not,” I assured him. “I’ll find a way to stay.”
He asked, “What are you going to do?”
“I don’t know,” I replied. “Right now I need to find a place to stay. I‘m sure my mother
will return here to look for me.” I added quickly, “And I need to get some clean
“Come stay with me,” he said.
“I can’t,” I insisted. “What about your roommate?”
“I don’t have one,” he replied. He then explained how his roommate had requested a
room change after the first week of school because of personality conflicts. Anger
surged through me because I had made the same request, but was denied. Wes’s
roommate must have been straight. “So?” he asked, “Wanna be roomies?”
“It may be too dangerous,” I responded. “My father is bound to find out where I am.”
“If he does, I’ll tell him to go fuck himself,” laughed Wes.
I replied seriously, “You may have to tell him that as he’s surrounded by secret service
“Oh, right,” he laughed. “I forgot about that.” He then asked, “Where are you now?”
“In my dorm room,” I replied.
He said, “Wait there,” and then hung up the phone.
Jade and Sydney left because they were exhausted. Sydney looked over at Jade and
joked about rooming with an ex-con. Seth made the comment that he had to do the
same. He became upset when I told him I was leaving soon.
“Why do you have to leave?” After explaining that my mother would probably return
to look for me, he reluctantly agreed that I should find another place to stay. He
grinned when I told him Wes was coming to get me.
“How convenient,” he smiled.
“It’s not like that,” I insisted. “It will be for just a few days.” We talked about what
might happen in the near future. Our biggest fear would be that my father would pull
me out of school. However, after listening to Governor Caswell’s interview earlier, it
might be more difficult now since I seemed to have his support.
Seth answered the door when someone lightly knocked. I hid in the bathroom in case
it was the secret service searching for me. When I heard Wes’s voice in the living
room, I opened the door and stepped out. Wes rushed over and held me tightly.
After assuring him I was all right, we had to come up with a plan to get me out of the
dorm in case it was under surveillance by the secret service or campus police. I
shouted, “No!” when Seth picked up the wig and dangled it in front of me.
“It got you in,” he stated, “ now it will get you out.” Wes laughed uproariously when
Seth told him about Jade bringing me to the room as if I were drunk. I suggested that
it might be too late to leave. There would no students out so late, and we would
surely arouse suspicion. I told them it would be better to wait until morning when
students would be leaving the building to attend classes.
Wes looked around the room and asked where he would sleep. “You can sleep with
me,” suggested Seth. “I’ve got a queen-size bed, or,” he wiggled his eyebrows, “The
sofa folds out into a bed.” He wiggled his eyebrows again. “You can sleep out here
Wes started laughing. “Okay,” he said jokingly. “I can sleep with you or Dorian?” Seth
nodded his head as Wes looked at me. “That’s a no-brainer. I think I’ll sleep with
Seth laughed and said, “I thought that would be your choice.” He stretched, yawned
and looked at the clock on the wall. “It’s late, and I have a morning class. I’m going to
bed.” Before closing his door, he turned and grinned, “Keep the noise down out here.”
I felt awkward as I turned the sofa into a bed. It was late, and we were both
extremely tired after such an eventful night. I was sure we’d both fall quickly asleep,
Until I turned and Wes was standing naked before me. “I hope you don’t mind,” he
said nervously as he covered his genitals with his hands. “I can’t sleep with any
clothes on. If you’d like, I’ll put my underwear back on.”
“N..no,” I stammered. I couldn’t remove my eyes from his naked body. The lights in
the room were off, but a faint outside light entered the window and cast a soft glow
on his body. He wasn’t extremely muscular, but his body, nevertheless, was well-
defined. His chest had a soft patch of fur, and his legs were muscular and covered
with the same soft hair as that on his chest. I could feel my cock hardening inside my
He asked, “Are you sure?” He removed his hands from in front of himself and stood
completely exposed to me. “It won’t be a problem.”
“It...it’s okay,” I managed to stammer nervously as I gazed at his soft, uncut cock.
I looked up at his smiling face.
I nodded when he asked again, “Are you sure?” He then pulled back the sheet on the
bed and climbed in. He raised himself up on his elbow and asked, “You gonna join me?”
I stood panicked in front of him. I’d never slept with another man, let alone a naked
man. “Dorian?” I looked up into his face. He started to rise from bed. “I’ll put my
clothes back on.”
“No!” I shouted. I then realized Seth might have heard me. “No,” I whispered more
softly. “I’m okay. I’ve just never done this before.”
“What?” laughed Wes. “Sleep?”
“No,” I replied. “Of course, I’ve slept. I’ve just never slept...you know...naked before.”
“Then don’t,” he said. “Sleep however you normally do. I’ve slept naked all my life.
I just can’t sleep with anything on my body.”
“Okay,” I responded as I pulled my shirt over my body. Wes was intently watching me
as I undressed. I felt ashamed because I didn’t look anything like him or Seth. Wes
continued to stare as I toed off my shoes, removed my socks and pulled down my
pants. I was now standing before him in my white undies. My cock was straining
against the material. I had gotten used to Seth seeing me with an erection, but I was
embarrassed to be standing almost naked in front of Wes.
I pulled back the sheet and climbed in beside Wes. When I was comfortable, he
scooted nearer to me and put his arm across my chest. “I know you’ve never been
with a man before,” he said. “And I’m not going to do anything you don’t want me to
do.” He kissed me gently on my neck. “I just want to hold you for a little while, okay?”
My heart was pounding inside my chest. I was sure Wes could feel it as he rested his
arm gently against it. “Okay,” I managed to gasp out.
We lay there for several minutes, and I thought he had fallen asleep. However,
suddenly he raised up and stared into my eyes. “Dorian?”
“I love you.”
I didn’t resist when he leaned over and began to kiss me passionately. I could feel his
hard cock pressing into my side. He lowered his elbow so it gently brushed against my
hard cock. When he pressed his tongue against my lips, and I opened my mouth for
his tongue to enter. He pulled me over on top of him, and I lay on his chest with our
erections pressing against each other.
I didn’t resist when he pulled at my underwear to remove them. I lifted my body as he
pulled them from my body. I slowly began to hump him as we continued to kiss. I
raised my body again when he snaked his hand under me and gripped my cock and
began to slowly stroke it.
“Oh, God,” I moaned. I was afraid that at any moment I was going to erupt into his
He stopped kissing me, and he looked into my eyes. He then began to pull me onto
my back. “May I?” he asked as he continued to stroke me.
“Yes,” I replied, and he started kissing my chest gently.
Two hours later, I was resting comfortably in Wes’s arms. We were spooned
together, and his soft cock was resting against the crack of my ass. “That was
wonderful,” he whispered in my ear.
He kissed me when I turned my head toward his. “I can’t even begin to express how I
feel right now,” I replied. “I feel so...so...”
Wes whispered in my ear, “Loved?”
“Yes, loved,” I replied as I turned to kiss him. Before our lips met, I said, “I love you.”
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