It Takes a Village
Sunday morning, Josh woke up feeling sick. He wasn’t ill in the sense of a virus or bacterial infection, it was the feeling of dread that caused his stomach to be queasy, and his head to ache. He knew his boyfriend, Matt, would be by his side. Elijah had offered his support as well, but Elijah needed to leave in time to stop at Jeremy and Carl’s before continuing to his own campus. Josh wanted to wait until later in the evening to talk to his parents. He was considering postponing it until another time, but knew he had to do this sooner or later and it seemed like there would never be a right time. As much as he feared this moment, he knew he had to go through with it. He was concerned about whether his father would try to revoke his tuition, or worse, kick him out. Josh wasn’t raised to shy away from difficult situations. He was always a bit of a follower, but that was because his father was always leading him. This time, he had to take the lead. He had to do this, today!
Carl and I woke up almost simultaneously, with our foreheads touching. We looked into each other’s eyes and smiled. I said, “Good morning, Carl.” Carl replied, “Good morning, Jeremy. I guess we need to get up and pack for the trip home.” I said, “Yeah, I’m going to miss being pampered by your mom.” Carl laughed and said, “Yeah, me too. Dad’s probably glad we’re leaving so the attention will be back on him.” I laughed and said, “Yeah, but sometimes attention brings scrutiny, and a larger to-do list.” Carl laughed and said, “True.” As we crawled out of bed, Karla yelled up, “Breakfast in twenty minutes!”
We almost ran to the bathroom to brush our teeth and then climbed into the shower. We washed each other and then Carl turned around and arched his back and said, “Fuck me, Jeremy.” I wasn’t expecting that and said, “Carl, your dad might hear us!” Carl glanced back at me and said, “I don’t give a fuck. We may not have much alone time in our future, and I want to treasure our time together. Cover my mouth if I start getting loud, but I need you in me right now.” Just then we heard the doorknob trying to turn and then a tap at the door before we heard Bob, Carl’s dad, ask, “That you in there Carl?” Carl replied, “Yep, going to grab a shower quick before breakfast, dad.” Bob said, “Ok. I’ll use the bathroom downstairs then.” We heard the footsteps of him walking away and I said, “Good thing I wasn’t already fucking you.” Carl grinned back at me and said, “Yeah, but now we don’t have to worry much about dad hearing us. Now get that big cock of yours inside me.” I smiled and soaped up my cock and then began fingering Carl’s tight hole. It wasn’t long before he said, “I’m ready for your cock.” He reached back and pushed my hand back, removing my fingers from his hole, and then grabbed my hard cock and slowly impaled himself on it. Once his buns were pressed tightly against me, he began fucking himself on my cock. I reached up and began rubbing his shoulders as he continued moving back and forth on my stiff pole. Carl said, “Fuck, I’ve missed this cock inside me. I wish we had more time so I could fuck that sweet ass of yours.” I smiled and said, “I’m sure you’ll have another opportunity.” I then began plunging forward as Carl pushed back. I was hoping the sound of buns slapping into crotch couldn’t be heard downstairs, but I wasn’t about to stop now. Carl’s moans were starting to get louder, so I put my hand over his mouth. It apparently turned Carl on even more as he began shoving back harder and I had to quicken my own pace to keep up with his. Then I felt his anal muscles clamp around my cock as Carl let out a groan into my hand. I reached around and took his cock in my other hand and felt it pulsing as he shot wad after wad of cum against the shower wall. I stifled a grunt of my own as I began emptying my seed deeply inside Carl. I leaned on Carl’s back and felt his chest rumbling as he laughed contentedly. I pulled out of him and we finished our shower. As we dried off, Bob yelled up the steps, “You must look like prunes by now if you’re still in the shower! Mom said breakfast is ready in five minutes! Get a move on!” Carl and I both laughed as we wrapped towels around our waists and scurried to his room to get dressed.
We made it downstairs just as Kayla was pulling some kind of egg casserole out of the oven. It smelled delicious. I said, “It smells like cinnamon and pecan in here.” Kayla said, “You have an incredible sense of smell, Jeremy. The casserole does have cinnamon and pecans in it as well as oatmeal.” Besides the casserole, there was bacon, toast, sausage links, fresh strawberries, pineapple and blueberries, orange and apple juice as well as milk. Bob grinned and said, “Too bad you boys are headed home today. Your mom doesn’t make me breakfasts like this.” Kayla replied defensively, “It’s Thanksgiving weekend and Carl isn’t home very often anymore. I make this casserole every now and then, but you’re always in a rush to get to work. I have to push you to eat something every morning instead of just a cup of coffee.” Carl and I smiled at each other and then Carl said, “You’ll have to give Jeremy the recipe for this mom.” Kayla looked at Carl and asked, “Why Jeremy? Don’t you cook?” Carl said, “Yeah, I can cook. You taught me a lot, but I can’t hold a candle to Jeremy and Chuck when it comes to cooking, and Chris, another friend of ours. Those three are chefs.” I blushed and said, “You’re overinflating my ego, Carl. I’m no chef.” Carl replied, “You sell yourself short Jer, you’re an excellent cook.” It was the first time I had heard Carl call me Jer and I smiled.
After breakfast, we loaded up the car and I texted Chris and Elijah that we were on our way home. Elijah responded that he was leaving in a few minutes. He sent a text with Josh’s pic and crossed fingers indicating he was hoping things would go well with his coming out.
Tim woke up slowly, thinking about the pleasure Chris had given him the night before. It brought a smile to him as he slowly emerged from his slumber. Then he realized that Chris wasn’t there in the bed. He wondered what Chris was doing as he rolled onto his back and recalled Chris’ fingers sliding inside him and massaging a spot he’d never experienced before. He couldn’t wait for a cock to be there, inside him, Chris’ cock. Then it slowly entered his mind that it was Sunday, his day of reckoning with the guys who live here. His smile faded as he imagined what it would be like. Facing the two people whose home he had invaded. True, he hadn’t damaged or stolen anything, but just the invasion of privacy was something he realized would have made him feel uncomfortable if it had happened in his own home. Then he thought about the fact that it was no longer his home. He slipped out of bed and slowly walked out of Jeremy’s bedroom to find Chris on his laptop. Chris glanced over at him and said, “Good morning, Tim. I hoped you slept well.” Tim smiled and said, “I did. I guess I’m ready to face the music now. Thanks for what you did for me last night.” Chris said, “I’m sorry I can’t go further with you, Tim, but I don’t know if what I did with you last night was even legal. You’re a minor and I’m an adult. I can’t continue doing things with you until I talk with someone.” Tim asked, “Is that why you’re on your laptop? Chris smiled and said, “Yes. I found someone who recommended a social worker, Ms. Elkin. She’s from down south, but she’s been working with a foundation called The Village. They help gay teens get a foothold on their life and guide them through the difficult things and allow them to become productive and successful members of society. The teens often give back to the foundation and its members who supported them once they’re on their own and stable. I’d like us to talk to them about your situation if you want. They can help guide us through some of the legal things and maybe talk to you about the things you’ve gone through. I haven’t had your experience and can console you as a friend, but maybe a counselor might be someone better to talk to about your situation. Tim suddenly looked worried, “I don’t want to get my parents in trouble, especially my mom.” Chris said, “You said it was your dad that kicked you out, right?” Tim said, “Yes, but I don’t want to get either of them in trouble.” Chris said, “We’ll talk about it more later. Let’s make sure everything is cleaned up. I saved you some breakfast. Why don’t you eat while I strip the bed and wash the sheets and pillow cases.
Three hours later, the bedding was washed, dried and back on the bed. The house was spotless, and Tim was waiting nervously on a chair in the living room. Chris smiled and said, “Tim, you look like you’re awaiting your execution.” Tim smiled weakly and said, “That’s pretty much how I feel. My stomach is doing flipflops.” Chris said, “Calm down, Tim. It will be ok.”
Just then, the front door opened, and Jeremy and Carl walked in. Tim said, “Shit!”, under his breath. Chris got up and walked over to give Carl a hug and give Jeremy a kiss.
My (Jeremy’s) perspective
Carl and I walked into the house and Chris walked over and hugged Carl and then kissed me. I said, “It’s good to be home and better to be welcomed home like this.” Carl was looking around the house and asked, “So, is the kid who broke in here?” I said, “Carl, calm down.” Chris looked at me like he was concerned with Carl’s tone, and whispered, “He’s in the living room. Please be calm. Tim’s scared shitless.” I nodded and asked Carl, “Would you get us a drink? I’ll go in first and meet Tim.” Carl nodded and as Carl headed to the kitchen, Chris and I walked into the living room. The first thing I noticed was this young, ghost-white face looking at me as if terrified. I felt bad and walked over with my hand held out, “Hi Tim. I’m Jeremy.” He slowly took my hand. I was surprised when he returned the handshake firmly. As our hands separated, Tim began saying, “I’m sorry for sneaking into your house. I hoped to be out before you got back and would never know I had been here. You must feel like I violated your personal property. I can’t take it back, but I would if I could. Please know that I’m so sorry. I..” I put my hand up and said, “Stop. We need to wait for Carl but from what I heard you were in a difficult position. That doesn’t make it right, but it is a factor that I’m going to consider.” Just then, Carl walked into the room with a tray of drinks. Chris grabbed a coke and a ginger ale and let Tim choose which one he wanted. He took the coke knowing Chris liked ginger ale. The other two were rum and cokes for Carl and me. After setting our drinks down, Carl stepped over in front of Tim and said, “I guess you’re the kid who invaded our house.” Tim stammered, “I’m sorry. I didn’t damage anything. I just wanted to sleep someplace warm! I’m very sorry.” Tim looked about to cry. I was about to say something to Carl, but stopped when Carl smiled, stuck out his hand, and said, I’m Carl, and your apology is accepted. I just wanted to make sure you were sincere in your apology. I believe you, so you’re either being honest or you’re the best liar I’ve ever come across.” Tim stood, and shook Carl’s hand, but it was obvious he was still a little shaken, “I don’t lie. I meant every word I said.” Tim glanced over at me, then Chris and then Elijah and saw we were all trying to hold back our laughter. He then smiled, and said, “Oh, that was meant to be funny. I’m sorry, I don’t feel well. May I sit back down?” I said, “Please do, Tim. Relax, we just want to talk and get to know you. Chris thinks you’re a good guy and I think he’s a good judge of character.” Tim sat down and then Carl joined Elijah and I on the sofa. I began, “So, you had a disagreement with your dad, and he kicked you out because of it.” I saw Tim look over at Chris and then back toward us. I said, “Tim, you don’t have to tell us the details. Tim took a deep breath, let it out slowly, and said, “I think you deserve to know. After all, I invaded the privacy of your home, so you should know how I became homeless.” Tim then told us the story of how his father walked in on them as he was just starting to return the blowjob experiment with his friend. Then he told us about his week sleeping in the park and watching us play football. He saw us walking past the park on our way home from The Flying None and heard us talking about going home for the holidays. He followed us home. Tim then concluded, “So now you know how I ended up here. I want to apologize again for entering your home uninvited.”
I glanced at Carl and Elijah. Both had looks of sadness and anger on their faces. I was sure I had the same look on my face. I was angry that Tim’s father could be so hateful instead of being a loving dad. I’m sure Carl and Elijah were thinking the same thing. I smiled at Chris and said, “Thank you for helping Tim out, Chris.” I then looked over at Tim and said, “You’re welcome here whenever you need a place to sleep, Tim. I’ll try to help Chris and his parents do what they can for you.” Carl then said, “The same goes for me, Tim. I understand you’re going back to school tomorrow.” Tim said, “I’m hoping to graduate, but I’m not sure how this is all going to work now that I’m not living at home.” Carl said, “For now, I think it would be best if you didn’t tell anyone about your situation, including your friends, until we figure this all out. What do you have to wear to school?” Tim said, “I wasn’t able to take much with me. I have a spare pair of jeans and a couple shirts along with my coat and the hoodie that I was using for a pillow.” Chris said, “I hope you don’t mind. I used your washer to wash his clothes. They were a muddy mess.” I said, “Of course we don’t mind.” Carl said, “Tim, why don’t you come with me for a ride?” Tim looked at Chris who nodded his approval. As Chris was putting on his coat, Carl said to us, “We’ll be back in about an hour or so.” He then gave me a wink, put on his jacket and left.
After Carl and Tim had gone, Elijah asked, “What was that about? Where is Carl taking Tim?” I smiled and said, “I’m not sure where Carl is taking Tim, but I’m pretty sure of the why. He let us know when they’d be back so that we were done before then.” Elijah asked, “Done with what?” Elijah saw the grin on Chris and me and then said, “Ohhhhh.” We made a beeline to my room and began undressing each other. Elijah saw Chris grinning at him and wasn’t sure why, “What?” Chris said, “You can be pretty slow on the uptake sometimes for a guy who has a quick wit.” Feeling like he was being dissed by Chris, Elijah asked, “So, what’s that supposed to mean.” Chris grinned and said, “You’re an enigma, a hard puzzle to figure out.” Elijah smiled and said, “I’ll take that as a compliment.” I just smiled.
We climbed onto the bed and sucked each other’s cocks, switching around after several minutes. We stopped before we were getting close because I knew they both wanted to get fucked, but Elijah was open to be the middle of a chain-fuck, so that’s what we did. Elijah was getting good at fucking himself on my cock as he fucked Chris’s hot ass. The sounds of Elijah slamming his firm butt back into me and then slamming his crotch forward against Chris’ firm buns was resounding around my bedroom, and soon I was ready to cum. I pulled out of Elijah and moved around in front of Chris’ kneeling body. Elijah leaned across Chris’ back so his head was beside Chris’. Soon, ropes of my cum were painting both of their faces in creamy white splashes. Just as I was dribbling out the last of my seed, Chris cried out, “I’m about to cum!” I quickly slid under him and soon was getting my own facial from Chris. As he finished cumming, I took his cock in my mouth to drain any last drops from him. Elijah then announced he was about to cum and pulled out of Chris. Chris immediately flipped around and laid next to me as Elijah moved up to our heads. His cum jetted from his cock, spattering both our faces in his creamy seed. He wiped his drooling cock across Chris’ cheek as he smiled down at us. Chris had a mixture of my cum and Elijah’s and I had a mixture of Chris and Elijah’s cum. Elijah then leaned down and began licking our faces clean. Soon, all three of us were licking each other’s faces and kissing. We then laid back and Chris seemed to get a serious look on his face. I asked, “Is something bothering you, Chris?” Chris said, “I sucked Tim’s cock.” Elijah said, “Wait, what?” Chris added, “He sucked mine also.” Elijah said, “Congratulations, Chris.” Chris said, “He’s only seventeen.” I said, “You aren’t that much older, so I think that’s ok, legally, but we can verify that later. I’m not sure it was a good idea though.” Chris said, “I’m sorry. It just kind of happened. I woke up and he was on my cock. I told him to stop but he kept bugging me to let him finish. I guess I let my little head do the thinking and didn’t stop him when he put his mouth back on my cock. Afterward we talked and he said he and his friend had only agreed to suck each other for a couple minutes and neither of them had cum, so I showed him what a blowjob was really like. I’m an idiot. I’m sorry.” I said, “You don’t owe us an apology, but Tim is in a fragile state right now. That’s the problem as I see it. So, you only did oral with him?” Chris nodded, “Yeah, but he wants to experience more, and with me. I told him it couldn’t happen before he turned eighteen, which is at the end of December. I have to tell you, he did hump my butt in the shower, twice.” I asked, “No penetration though?” Chris said, “No, but he did cum between my butt cheeks both times. He even licked it off.” Elijah laughed, “I can’t blame him. I’ve had my cock between both of your hard buns and it’s heaven, and by both, I mean yours and Jer’s. The kid must have almost had an out of body experience with that, haha.” I couldn’t help but laugh and Chris turned bright red. Then I suggested, “Let’s get a quick shower before Carl and Tim get back.”
We had just gotten dressed after our shower and were in the living room on the sofa when Carl and Tim returned. Tim was carrying a shopping bag and a huge grin, “Carl bought me some new clothes to wear tomorrow for school!” Carl grinned and said, “It’s only two pair of jeans, some shirts, socks and underwear. He needed more than what he has now.” I smiled at Carl, proud of what he did for Tim. Tim said, “I really appreciate it, Carl. It will be nice having something other than white Hanes or Fruit of The Loom briefs.” Elijah laughed and said, “I can’t remember the last time I wore tighty-whities.” Chris laughed and asked, "When you did, were they your own?” Tim looked confused but didn’t ask for an explanation. The rest of us laughed, knowing the context of Chris’ remark, since I had explained it to Carl after he saw the two pair I had in separate baggies. After a minute, Tim suddenly grew a big smile on his face. I asked, “What’s the big grin for, Tim?” He said, “Oh, nothing.” By the look he gave Chris, I knew he must have gotten Chris’ barb. Chris must have let him in on the history of Elijah and underwear.
A ringtone sounded on Chris’ phone and as he picked it up, he said, “That’s my mom calling.” Chris picked it up and went into my bedroom to talk to his mom. When he returned, he said to Tim, “We need to go to my house. Mom talked to a social worker, Mrs. Elkin. She’s from North Carolina, but wants to talk to us about your situation.” Tim suddenly looked frightened, “I’m not going to get thrown into some system, am I?” I could see tears forming in his eyes as he looked pleadingly at Chris. I didn’t know anything about this Mrs. Elkin, but had to ask, “Why is a social worker from North Carolina getting involved in Tim’s case here in Pennsylvania?” Carl said, “Yeah, what’s up with that?” Chris held his hands up, “Hold on. Let me explain; I called Mrs. Elkins after finding out about some of the work she’s done for gay teens and about this organization called The Village. Tim, this isn’t about you being turned over to social services. After looking into Mrs. Elkins’ and her association with this Village organization, I thought talking to her and getting her thoughts would be a good idea for a start.” Elijah asked, “The Village as in The Village People?” Carl and I both laughed. Chris and Tim looked confused. Carl eventually asked Elijah, “How do you even know about The Village People?” Elijah said, “A couple of kids at school did a skit on the song, YMCA, one day in the auditorium.” I laughed and said, “I remember that. The whole place was rolling in laughter.” Carl then asked, “So, Mrs. Elkins is only going to be giving advice from a nonprofessional position?” Chris replied, “That was my intent when I left her the message, but mom and dad want to sit in. If it’s ok with you, Tim, I’d like these guys to sit in as well. Mom and dad already said they would be fine with it. They’d like to meet you and Jer anyway.” Elijah said, “I can’t. I have to get back to campus for classes tomorrow. Let me know how it goes though, ok?” Chris said, “Sure.”
As Elijah was preparing to leave, he went over and shook Tim’s hand, “Nice meeting you, Tim. I hope everything works out for you. I hope to see you next time I’m down here.” Tim said, “Thanks. It was nice meeting you, also, Elijah. Hope to see you soon.” Carl said, “Don’t worry, you will. He’s like a fixture around here.” The rest of us laughed and then Elijah gave Carl a hug goodbye, giving his ass a squeeze, playfully. Carl grinned as he pushed him away. Next, Tim got an eyeful and a red face as Elijah, Chris and I embraced and kissed, saying goodbye to Elijah. Tim saw the throuple in action for the first time.
Once Elijah left, the rest of us made our way over to the Summers’ place. Tim was obviously nervous. The house was beautiful, set back a quarter mile from the road. It had been refurbished from an old farmhouse. It wasn’t large but the old wraparound porch had been redone to its original look and drew your attention immediately with its polished wooden planks and railings. The wooden shutters matched the porch. It was a stone building and had been repointed to perfection. I looked at Chris and he smiled proudly. Carl said, “Nice place, Chris.” Tim said, “The inside is just as nice.” Chris said, “Thanks, Tim.” Tim replied, "Just being honest.” As we entered the house, I saw Tim wasn’t exaggerating. It was beautiful, and obviously they made sure it was well insulated. These old stone houses are known to be drafty, but not this one. The foyer opened to a formal living room with a dining room off to the side. A modern kitchen was on the opposite side of the dining room. Tim said, “Mrs. Summers is a sick cook.” A woman’s voice surprised us, “I beg your pardon!” Chris grinned and said, “Sick means great in that context, mom. This is Jeremy and Carl.” Mrs. Summers said, "Call me Amanda, and yes, Chris, I’ve heard you use the term enough to have taken that as a complement. I just like to keep people guessing.” She smiled after saying that. I liked her already, “Nice to meet you, Mrs., uh, I mean Amanda.” Carl added, “Yes, pleasure to meet you. Chris didn’t mention where he got his good looks. Obviously, they’re from you.” Mrs. Summers said, “I appreciate the flattery, Carl, but don’t expect to charm me with it. Cameron’s the only one that works with. Instead, impress me with your character.” Yep, I like this woman, no nonsense. Chris then said, “Mom, Tim’s a little nervous about talking to Mrs. Elkins. I told him it’s only for ideas.” Mrs. Summers smiled at Tim and said, “Tim, when I talked to her on the phone earlier, she was genuinely concerned about your predicament, and she’d like to talk to you and has some suggestions for how you can move forward. She’s not getting involved professionally nor is she planning on talking to local social services as there has been no reported physical abuse.” “Mom!”, Chris interrupted. Mrs. Summers said, “I’m sorry, Chris, but she had to ask, and I told her that Tim hadn’t said anything about there being any physical abuse. If we’re going to help Tim, we have to be honest with the people we’re trying to get help from.” Chris replied, “I understand that, mom. You just caught me off guard.” Mrs. Summers gave her son a knowing look; she knew her son was just trying to shield Tim. It made her proud of him. Then she said, “Let’s go into the family room and give Mrs. Elkins a call, shall we?”
We entered the large family room and sitting in a recliner was an older version of Chris. Mr. Summers stood up as we entered. Chris said, “Dad, this is Jeremy and Carl.” Mr. Summers said, "Nice to finally meet you boys. Chris talks about you all the time. Call me Cameron or dad would be fine as well.” Carl said, “Nice to meet you, sir.” I said, “It’s good to finally meet you, Cameron. I see now where Chris got his looks.” Mrs. Summers gave me a side eye, but then she grinned. She saw me smiling, and glancing at Carl and realized I was busting on him from earlier. Mr. Summers then said, “Why don’t you boys have a seat and Chris can start a call with Mrs. Elkins.” Chris gave me a look that I knew, and I nodded. He took a seat next to Tim on the sofa. Carl and I sat down on the love seat next to it. Mrs. Summers brought over a laptop and asked Tim, “Do you mind if we use Zoom and facetime the call? I think she’ll get a better picture if she can see everyone.” Tim looked nervous and asked, “She isn’t going to record it, is she?” Mr. Summers said, “No. She promised not to.” Tim then said, “I guess that would be ok then.”
Once Chris established the Zoom connection with Mrs. Elkins, he said, “It’s nice to meet you in virtual person, Mrs. Elkins” Mrs. Elkins smiled and said, “It’s a pleasure to meet you and your parents, Mr. Summers. It’s always an honor to meet a young person who is willing to help someone else in need as you have, Chris. I’m sure your parents are very proud of what you are doing.” Chris interrupted, “Trying to do, Mrs. Elkins, but thank you. Let me introduce you to everyone. This is my mom, Mrs. Summers.” Amanda said, “Please, call me Amanda.” “My father, uh, Cameron.” Mr. Summers smiled, “Thank you for giving us your time, Mrs. Elkins.” Over here is Jeremy and Carl. They’re the owners of the house I, uh, found Tim in. They want to help Tim as well.” Mrs. Elkins replied, “Oh, my. You’re willing to help even after Tim entered your house without permission. You both must truly have kind hearts.” Carl and I both said, “Thanks. It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. Elkins.” “Finally, Mrs. Elkins, this is Tim.” Tim looked like he wanted to run from the house.” Mrs. Elkins said, “I’m glad to finally meet you, Tim. Don’t worry about what I said about being in Carl and Jeremy’s house without permission. It is just a fact. I’m passing no judgement on what you felt you needed to do to survive.” Tim’s facial expression changed notably, “Thank you for that, Mrs. Elkins. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Chris went over the basic facts and then Tim filled Mrs. Elkins in on some of the specifics. He didn’t specify what the ‘argument’ with his father was about, but Mrs. Elkins knew enough to have a good hunch.
Mrs. Elkins said, “Tim, I’m going to ask the others to leave for a few minutes because I have a few personal questions to ask you that the others don’t’ need to hear. Sorry folks. It will only be a few minutes.” Mrs. Summers said, “That’s no problem at all Mrs. Elkins. We fully understand.” As everyone else got up to leave, Tim asked, “Is it ok for Chris to stay. I don’t mind answering your questions with him present.” Mrs. Elkins smiled and said, “That’s fine, especially if it makes you more comfortable, Tim.” Once everyone had left the room and Mr. Summers closed the door behind him, Mrs. Summers asked Tim, “So, that must have been quite some argument you and your father had. May I ask what it was about?” Tim looked over to Chris questioningly and Chris nodded to let him know to tell her the truth. Tim began, “Well, it wasn’t really an argument, Mrs. Elkins. My father walked in on me and a friend. You see, my friend and I were sitting on my bed playing video games and he asked me if I ever had a blowjob before. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said it like that.” Mrs. Elkins grinned and said, “Don’t worry about it. I’ve heard a lot worse in this field of work. Please continue without worrying about the gender of the person you’re telling this to.” Tim smiled sheepishly as he continued, “Well, when I told him I hadn’t, he asked if I wanted to try it. I told him no, but he said he would do me first if I would do him. We agreed to two minutes each and after he did me, it was my turn. Just when I put my mouth over his dick, my dad walked in and saw us. After my friend ran out, my dad pulled my backpack out of my closet and told me to pack it and leave his house.” Mrs. Elkins said, “Thank you for being honest with me, Tim. So, Tim, how would you describe yourself as far as your sexual orientation?” Tim asked, “Are you asking me if I’m gay?” Mrs. Elkins said, “I’m asking you how you feel about yourself, whether it’s straight, gay, bisexual, transexual or whatever.” Tim nodded and considered his answer, glanced at Chris and then said, “I think I’m gay.” Mrs. Elkins then said, “I understand you’ll be eighteen in a month, and you want to finish high school.” Tim said, “Yes ma’am. I’d like to finish at the school I’m in now if I can.” Mrs. Elkins nodded, “Of course, and I don’t see why you can’t. Chris, you can call the others back in now. That’s all the personal questions I had, but I’m going to recommend a Mr. Seth Westin-Hall. He’s a counselor at a private non-profit called The Village. He may want to set you up with a local counselor afterward if you so choose, but I think it would be very good for you to talk to him. He’s helped many gay teens get their life together. I’d also like to get your permission to have you talk to his husband, Zach Westin-Hall. He’s a lawyer and his law firm can give you some legal advice as to what you can and cannot do moving forward.” Tim said, “I don’t want to get my parents in trouble!” Mrs. Elkins said, “That will be your choice, Tim. At least as far as what they’ll recommend. From what I see, Tim, you seem to have a village of your own supporting you. Most don’t have that, so I think you’re a step ahead of most. Chris, you can let the others back in now.”
After everyone returned, Mrs. Elkins said, “I’d like to thank everyone for supporting Tim. He seems like he deserves that support. I’m recommending that he talk with Mr. Seth Westin-Hall. He’s a therapist who I think might be helpful for Tim. I’d also like to recommend, Zach Westin-Hall. He works for a law firm that has dealt with these situations before. With your permission, I’ll speak with them have them contact you.” Mrs. Summers asked, “Are they brothers or father and son? I mean they both have the same last name.” Mrs. Elkins smiled and said, “Not exactly.” Before anyone could say anything else, Chris said, “Mom, that’s not important. I think we should support Tim and agree to what Mrs. Elkins is proposing.” Mr. Summers smiled and said, “I think Chris has a point. I agree.” Mrs. Summers smiled and said, “Thank you Mrs. Elkins. I guess I agree with my husband. What do you think, Tim?” Tim smiled and said, “I don’t know that I need a psychologist, but I’m willing to talk to anyone who can help me finish school and maybe go to college.” I put my two cents in, “I think as long as it helps Tim, it’s a good idea.” Carl said, “I think it can’t hurt. I’m willing to contribute any way I can.” I grinned and said, “Like buying him a set of clothes for school tomorrow?” Mrs. Elkins said, “Now that’s what a village does. Thank you, Carl. So, with your permission, Tim, I’ll call the Westin-Halls tonight and have them contact you.” Tim said, “Thanks, Mrs. Elkins, and yes, please have them call, but you’ll have to give them the Summers number as my dad took my phone.” Chris said, “Here’s my number. I’m usually with Tim, so that way they can talk to him immediately.” Chris sent Mrs. Elkins his cell number and after Mrs. Elkins confirmed receiving it, she said, “Now Tim, for now I would recommend that you not mention your situation to anyone at the school, including your friends. I’m not speaking as a professional on that point. I just feel that the less they know about this, the less they’ll mess things up for you trying to help. I believe once you’re eighteen, you’ll have a lot more control over your situation. Do you have a place to stay? If not, I can try to expedite the call with Seth. He may have some resources in the area.” I chimed in, “He could stay with us.” Mrs. Summers said, “Or, he could stay with us. Which is closer to your school, Tim?” Tim said, “This is closer to my school, but it’s not close to any bus stops.” Mr. Summers said, “We’ll figure it out. Either way, you’ll have a place to stay, food to eat, and as Mrs. Elkins put it, a village to help you.” Mrs. Elkins said, “I think we’ve got things covered. I’ll get hold of Seth and he’ll call you later tonight or tomorrow after you’re done from school.” Mr. Summers said, “We really appreciate the help, Mrs. Elkins, and we look forward to hearing from Seth and Zach. Thank you very much for your time.” Mrs. Elkins replied, “It was my pleasure. I’m happy to be of assistance and I’m happy that Tim has found support in his time of need. I think with some recommendations from the Westin-Halls, Tim will be in good hands. I’ll be in touch to see how things are working out. Goodbye for now.” Mrs. Elkins logged off and everyone in the family room was smiling. Mrs. Summers said, “I love her southern accent. I also think she’s right as far as not telling anyone right now about your situation, Tim.
After discussing it, they determined it was best if Tim stayed at the Summers’ house. He could sleep in the guest room. Mrs. Summers would drop him off a couple blocks from the school so it would look like he walked there as he’d always done before. Carl and I had dinner at the Summers and then headed home to prepare for work and classes the next day. Chris helped Tim settle into his room and let him know how lucky he was to sleep in a queen-size bed.
Meanwhile, at the Sanders’ place, Josh and Matt had just finished eating dinner with Josh’ parents. Matt said, “Thank you Mrs. Sanders. That was fantastic.” Mrs. Sanders said, "Thank you, Matt.” Josh said, “Mom, dad, I have something to tell you.” Matt squeezed his hand under the table. Brock (Mr. Sanders) asked, “Does this have something to do with the accident, Josh?” Josh glanced at his dad and then his mother before saying, “No, it has nothing to do with the accident. I’m gay.”
Mrs. Elkins is a character from The Village by Li’l Guy, another author and great writer on this site. Please take some time to read a chapter or so of his work as I’m sure you’ll get hooked into reading more. He graciously has allowed me to use the Mrs. Elkins character as well as others for this segment on Tim Houston.
End of Chapter 52
