The boys are hit with another dangerous situation, the outcome of which resolves some issues in their lives. They exchange gifts with each other, the most precious gifts they have.
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You're Not Better Than Me
Chapter Eleven
The next few weeks were the same routine. Eric and Bart would pass Pete in the hall occasionally but wouldn't acknowledge each other. Eric didn't want to try and force anything so he would sometimes give a casual nod of this head but Pete just kept on walking in the other direction. If Eric and Bart encounter Pete's three friends, if you want to call them that, the three would act they were busy with something and turn away from the boys. The boys liked that just fine. If Pete passed the three, they would all snarl at each other but keep on moving, sort of like dogs staking out their territory.
Things hadn't improved much at home. Pete would still stay in his room whenever he was home, not talking with anyone. A few times he came down for food and his mother was in the kitchen cleaning up after supper. He would fix a plate and walk back upstairs, only returning his mother's words with a nod.
This went on for several weeks. Finally Pete's mother stopped him on his way to the kitchen and herded him into the living room where his father was waiting. She had him sit in the chair across from the couch as she began to speak.
"Pete, we know something has been bothering you since you came home. Something happened to you in jail and we want to help you get through it together."
"Nothing happened and there is nothing to work through. Just leave me alone," he shouted as he stood up to leave the room.
His father grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him back into the chair.
"You're going to sit there until we talk this through, understand?" he said forcibly.
"It's none of your business. It's none of anyone's business. I can handle it on my own!" Pete yelled out.
"It's quite obvious you can't handle it on your own. You've been walking around here like a zombie, ignoring us and even worse, the way you have been treating Eric."
"Eric brought it on himself. He better get used to it because that's the way life is going to be between us from now on."
"Pete, we think we know what happened and until you deal with it it's going to eat you alive with guilt and shame. What happened isn't your fault."
"You don't know anything so just shut up!" a tear forming in the corner of his eye.
Pete's father had all he could do to restrain himself from slapping Pete across the mouth. But he knew that would only make matters worse.
"We got a call from the warden and he told us there was a good possibility that you had been sexually assaulted while you were there."
"He's got no right saying that! Nothing like that happened!"
"You can't keep this to yourself. You need to get it out in the open," his mother told him.
"What the hell would you know about it? How would you feel if it happened to you? Huh?"
Pete broke down and began to bawl, his whole body shaking. His face was awash with tears and his nose began to run profusely. His mother got up off the couch and went over and held him tight. She looked at her husband and he slowly shook his head up and down. When Pete's crying had slowed down, his mother put her hand on his chin and turned his face to hers.
"I want to share something with you that I've never told another living soul except you father. When I was in high school I told my mother I was going to sleep over my friends house but instead we were sneaking out to a party. All the cool kids from school were there and I was really excited to be a part of it. My friend got us some punch that naturally was spiked with booze. I never drank alcohol before and after one glass I was feeling a little tipsy. There was a college boy there who took a liking to me. I was at a cool party, had my first drink and now a college boy like me. I was on cloud nine. The noise was so loud that he took me outside so we could talk. We started kissing and he was getting carried away so I told him to stop. He didn't stop until he had taken my virginity. I was raped."
"Mom! I don't want to hear this!" Pete objected.
"Like it or not, you're going to. I was so ashamed I became physically ill and threw up in the garden next to the house. My friend came and got me and took me to her house. She thought I was sick from the booze. I couldn't tell her what had happened. When I went to school on Monday, I felt that all the kids in the hallway knew what happened to me. It was like I was wearing a large red letter R on my chest. I became so introverted I barely spoke to anyone the rest of the school year. After graduation I got a job as a cashier at the market working for Mr Conrad's father. I became so bitter that I looked at every man who came through my line at the store as an evil person. All men were rapist and predators in my mind."
Pete wiped some of the tears from his cheeks, staring intently at his mother as she continued.
"There was one woman who shopped every week and was always short of money. She had two young children at home and her husband was overseas with the Army. I always tried to do what I could for her to make her money stretch but she would often have to put some items back if her total was more than she had. Your father, who I didn't know but viewed with contempt as I did all men at that time, was behind her one day when her total was more than her money. He saw how embarrassed she was so he took a twenty dollar bill out of his wallet and dropped it on the floor behind her. He saw me watch him so he held his finger up to his lips for me to be quiet."
'Excuse me, ma'am but I think you dropped some money' he told her, pointing down to the bill on the floor.
'That's not mine' she said.
'I saw it fall out of your purse when you opened it' he continued.
"He bent down and picked up the money and put it in her hand. She looked at me and I smiled and nodded my head. She understood what he was doing, helping her without making it look like charity."
'Now put those items back in her bag if you would please' he said to me.
"I realized that all men are not scum bags. This guy might be a good one. Your father came back every week and did the same thing, picking up the money that she 'dropped' so she could afford to feed her family. I started talking to him when it was his turn to cash out and told him about her situation. He had no idea her husband was in the military. He found out where she lived and drove past her house. The lawn hadn't been mowed in a long time and the yard needed a lot of attention. The next day he came into the store and asked if he could talk to me privately. I was leery but it was the middle of the day in a crowded store so I went to one side to talk."
"You trusted him?"
"Not completely but seeing what he has been doing for the young mother I felt he deserved the benefit of the doubt. He told me about her yard and wanted to help but he didn't want to have his offer to help misconstrued as hitting on a lonely mother. He asked me if I would accompany him to her house with him so she and I could visit while he worked on the yard. That set off red flags. I would have to get in the car with him and I was not about to do that. He went on to explain that he would talk to her about his offer the next time he saw her in the store and that I would be along to chaperone. I would go with her or by myself and we would all meet at her house. He must have sensed that I was concerned about riding with him. He was such a gentleman about the whole thing."
"So did you go?"
"Yes. She and I became friends while your father played handyman, fixing anything he could so the visits could continue as long as possible. I'm not sure if he was more interested in helping her or spending time with me. When her husband came home, he and your father became friends as well. With no more excuses for me to visit their house with him, your father finally came forward and asked me on a date. We dated for months and started to get romantic."
"Stop right there, Mom, I don't want to hear anymore. Please!"
"To continue," she said as Pete lowered his head, "The memories of the rape came flooding back. Your father couldn't understand why I suddenly became so distant and cold towards him. He apologized for what ever it was that he had done. I had to get it all out and tell him what had happened to me. He was amazing. He wanted to hug me but felt he should ask before he put his arms around me. He was so gentle and patient with me. I eventually got over my trauma and now live a happy normal life. You can do the same if you face up to what happened. We will be here to support you and help you deal with it."
"I had no idea," Pete said, looking from his mother to his father and back again.
"The first thing you have to do is make peace with your brother. I know it can be hard enough to accept his lifestyle but what happened compounds your distaste. But your brother loves you and I expect you to work to return his love and respect."
"I'm not sure I can do that, not now. Not yet."
"It took me a long time so just take your time and do your best."
Pete hugged his parents and headed back up to his room. He had lost his appetite and would get something later. He passed his brother's door and stopped. He couldn't bring himself to knock. He didn't know what he would say. He dropped his head and continued on to his room.
Bart's Mother called and spoke with Pete's mother. Eric had told he in general what was going on with Pete. She wanted to offer the services of her psychiatrist to help Pete work through this. Pete's mother thanked her and they set up an appointment but weren't going to tell Pete about it. They knew he would back out. The appointment was a week away on the Wednesday when the boys had a half day of school.
Back at the jail, the boy who raped Pete was turning eighteen and had to be released from the juvenile facility. Being the predator that he was, he decided to go on a rampage the night before he was to be released and raped four other boys. The next day he was set free before anyone came forward. Once they did, a warrant was put out for his arrest. Three of the rapes had occurred after midnight so he was legally an adult. He was facing some serious time if convicted. He felt confident that he could beat the charges by claiming the boys lied because they were jealous that he was getting out. The only one that could testify against him that could convict him was Pete. He was going to visit Pete and then flee town.
Eric knew about the appointment Pete had so when the half day came around, he and Bart were going to stop at Eric's house so he could change his clothes before going to the store. They pulled up cautiously in front of the house and saw that his mother's car was not in the driveway. That meant she and Pete had left. Bart and Eric went opened the front door and heard a crash in the kitchen. They both ran to see what was happening. Pete was lying on the floor with the rapist on top of him, holding a knife in one hand and his other hand on Pete's throat.
"You're the only one who's testimony can convict me so I'm going to shut you up for good," he threatened.
He was about to bring the knife down into Pete's chest when Pete reached up and grabbed his arm stopping him temporarily. Slowly the rapist was overpowering Pete.
"You ain't going to stop me pretty boy. You couldn't before and you can't this time."
Eric immediately knew who this guy was now. He lunched at him and landed on his back, knocking him forward and forcing the knife into the fleshy side of Pete's arm. Pete screamed out in pain.
"You little fucker, I'll kill you too," he yelled as he tried to get up with Eric on his back.
Eric had his hands around his neck and was trying to choke him but he wasn't strong enough. He moved his hand up and grabbed his face, putting his fingers into the guy's eyes. He screamed out in pain and renewed his threat to kill both of them. Bart was still standing in the doorway and sprung into action, getting behind the rapist as he kneeled over Pete, his legs spread to each side of Pete's body. With all the force he could garner, he kicked the guys right between his legs and made a direct hit to his balls. The guy groaned and fell to the side, holding his crotch. The knife had penetrated Pete's arm and stuck into the floor, pinning Pete in place. Eric jumped up off him, the guy's eyes watering from Eric finger jab so badly he couldn't focus. He lashed out to grab Eric but he jumped to the side and turned to kick him as hard as he could in the ribs. That caused the guy to turn and leave his balls unprotected. Naturally Bart took advantage and kicked him again like he was kicking the winning goal for his boarding school soccer game. The guy rolled face down and passed out from the pain. Pete was still screaming in pain with his arm stuck fast.
"Pull the knife out! Pull it out!" he screamed.
His mother had been delayed getting out of work but walked in the door to see Pete on the floor with a knife stuck in his arm and Eric with his hand on the handle. She thought Eric has stabbed his brother and was totally confused by the guy passed out on the floor.
"ERIC, get away from your brother!" she screamed.
"No, Mom, not until he pulls the knife out," Pete said through clenched teeth fighting the pain.
"Eric, get off him!" she hollered again.
With one quick yank, Eric pulled the knife out and threw it to the side. Eric's mother grabbed a towel and wrapped the wound to slow the bleeding. Bart was on the phone calling the sheriff's office for help. He had no sooner hung up than the sheriff came busting through the front door with this gun drawn.
"Very efficient police work, sheriff, I just hung up the phone," Bart said in his best monotone voice.
"I was looking for this guy and had a hunch he might be looking for Pete. My hunch was right but it looks like the two of you had everything under control," he said shaking his head and smiling as he hand cuffed the guy on the floor.
Pete looked at Eric and Bart.
"You two are a couple of bad ass homos," he said with a grin.
"There are definitely a pair of bad asses, I can attest to that," the sheriff said.
"Just stop! All of you. Can someone please tell me what the hell is going on here?" Pete's mother demanded to know.
Pete filled her in one all the details while she looked in awe at them.
"Eric, you and Bart did all of this?"
"No one screws with my brother and gets away with it," Eric said stoically.
"And no one screws with my boyfriend and his brother," Bart added
"If you don't mind, I'll take the trash out. Get him some medical attention and call me when you can come down and make a formal statement," the sheriff said as he dragged the rapist out of the house.
"The statement should read, 'They came, they kicked ass, they conquered'," Pete said with a laugh.
"To be more accurate, we kicked balls, not ass," Bart corrected him.
Pete's mother helped him up and got his to the hospital to take care of his wounds. As they were leaving the house, Pete stopped and looked at Eric.
"I'm not totally sure how I feel about this whole arrangement but I know you're my brother and I love you no matter what. As for you, Bart, I guess the only thing I can say is thank you. Thank you very much for looking after Eric and me."
Bart accepted Pete's handshake and just nodded his head. When Pete and his mother left, Bart cleared his throat and spoke to Eric.
"I can see that you have a definite propensity for danger. I am going to have to sharpen my skills if I am to continue to keep your company. I may have to actually take some marital arts training."
"How about we try to just lay low and go the movies, go out to eat, got to the Botanical Garden, you know, normal stuff that guys our age would do. Oh yeah, and sex, lots of sex."
"I think that is a plan I could gladly agree on implementing."
Eric left with his parents and Pete to go to the hospital before Bart's driver got there. He promised to lock up when he left. Pete was treated for his injuries and released from the hospital. They stopped for supper on the way home so Eric mother wouldn't have to try and cook in the disheveled, blood stained kitchen.
She went into the kitchen when they got home and yelled for everyone to come look. The kitchen was spotless, no blood anywhere and everything put back where it belonged. The only remaining evidence of anything happening was the cut in the kitchen floor where the knife had penetrated Pete's arm. She looked at Eric.
"This had to be Bart's doing. I have to call him right now and thank him."
Eric felt a warmth wash over him knowing that Pete was now accepting of the relationship between he and Bart. And all it took was a near death experience. His mother called Bart and his Mother answered. She told her what had happened and how Bart had cleaned up the mess while they were at the hospital with Pete.
"When he came in the house with blood on his clothes I immediately panicked. But then he explained what happened. Is Pete ok?"
"Yes, he is fine. The knife didn't hit anything important thankfully. Could you put Bart on the phone? I want to thank him personally."
She thanked Bart and was about to hang up when she told Pete that Bart wanted to talk to him.
"I just want to check on the extent of your injuries and your prognosis from a full recovery," Bart said to Pete.
"Hey Bart, thanks for the concern. It was no big deal, I just cut myself shaving," Pete joked. "Yeah, yeah, you're right. I should be more careful shaving my underarms."
"Remember Peter, in the future when an assailant falls on top of you, roll to your side and keep your arms tight to your body."
"Good advice but I hope I'll never have to use it."
Pete handed the phone to Eric and he and Bart chatted briefly before hanging up. Everyone was exhausted.
"Mr. Fancy Pants really is a pretty cool guy, Eric," Pete said, "You two are like real Ninja Warriors."
"Yup, that's my boyfriend," Eric bragged.
"And that's my little brother," Pete added.
The next morning Eric's parents picked up Bart and they all went down to the sheriff's office to make their statements. Eric's parents met briefly with the sheriff before Eric and Bart filled out their papers, signed them and turned them over to the sheriff. Pete was nervous that what happened to him in jail would become public.
"Do I have to put down why he came looking for me?" Pete asked the sheriff.
"Your parents told me what happened to you in jail. If you want to press charges I can have that added to the long list he already has against him."
"No, I rather that stay between us and not be made public."
"Then that's the way it will be. The guy was a dangerous fugitive looking to get some money to get out of town. He had the bad luck of picking your house to break into when you were home. The three of you subdued him and waited for me to take him into custody. He will face charges of assault with a knife, but I don't think he'll mention anything else. He doesn't need any more charges against him. As it is, he'll be put away for a long, long time."
"Thank you, sheriff."
Pete filled out his statement just as the sheriff had explained it to him. They were getting ready to go when the sheriff spoke to the parents.
"Do you have any more boys at home?" he asked.
"No, just these two, and of course Bart," his father answered.
"Good. Any more of them and I'd be out of a job. They're doing a better job at fighting crime in our town than I am."
"You've got no worries there, sheriff, we're going back to school and back to a quiet life, living on the down low," Eric assured him.
Everyone had a good laugh as the boys shook the sheriff's hand and left. The boys said it was early enough that they wanted to go to school late. They wanted things to get back to normal as soon as possible.
Eric's father went in the front door with them to explain to principal Philips why they were late. Mr Philips came out of his office to greet them.
"Well, here are our little crime fighters now. I thought you might be out on the trail of another dangerous felon," he laughed.
"No more of than. The most excitement we want now is to get an 'A' on a math test," Eric said.
As they headed to their lockers, the boys couldn't help but wonder how Mr. Philips found out about yesterday so quickly. They assumed it was small town gossip. Before Eric's father could leave, Mr. Philips invited him into his office to show him the morning newspaper. The headline at the top of the page read, 'Local boys capture dangerous felon and hold him until the sheriff could arrive.'
"These boys are heroes again, and this time Pete was in the mix. You must be very proud of them."
"We are but we just wish they would stop putting themselves in harm's way."
It was almost lunchtime so the boys headed right to the cafeteria. It was almost empty when they walked in.
"Do you think this time will be like the last time?" Bart asked.
"If Mt. Philips knows about us I'm sure the rest of the school knows. We'll be in for it again."
"In for what?" Pete asked.
"You'll see," Eric warned him.
As the students filed in to the cafeteria, a round of cheers and applause rose up.
"Way to go, guys," "You did it again," " Bad guys beware" cheers ran out.
"Holy shit!" Pete exclaimed. "What do we do?"
"Smile and take it in stride," Eric advised.
One of the students shouted out, "Eric and Bart used to be the Dynamic Duo. Now Pete had joined them. We'll have to start calling them the Three Amigos."
Bart looked at Eric with a wrinkled brow and asked.
"Who are the Three Amigos?"
"It was a movie, a tongue in cheek take on the Three Musketeers."
"I've never heard of it."
"I'll have to dig up the movie for you. It was hilarious."
"I think I would prefer to be referred to as Zeus, Poseidon and Hades," Bart said loud enough for the kids around him to hear.
"Who the hell are they?" one kid asked.
The leader of the three bullies was standing close enough to hear the question.
"They were three brothers in Greek mythology. Zeus was the God of Land, Poseidon was the God of the Sea and Hades was the God of the Underworld," he spoke up to everyone's amazement.
You could have heard a pin drop as the room went dead quiet with everyone looking at him. His face turned red as his anger rose up.
"I ain't fucking stupid, you know!" he yelled and then turned to walk away.
As he walked past, Bart put his hand on the boy's shoulder and said, "Well done."
The boy just shrugged off the hand and the compliment and stormed off with his two henchmen.
Fifteen more seconds of absolute quiet before the whole room broke into laughter.
"How about we stick with the Three Amigos," Eric suggested.
"And do they have specific names?" Bart asked.
"It doesn't matter. It will be forgotten by next Monday," Eric declared.
Three girls brought the boys their lunch trays to them, bowed and walked backwards away from them.
"God damn, I've been here since my freshman year and I've never seen anything like this before. You guys are fucking celebrities." Pete said as he began to eat.
"You are part of this now, whether you like it or not. Being around Eric draws you in like this," Bart explained.
"That's what I'm worried about. I don't want to be labeled as gay by the other kids in school." Pete worried.
"Oh yes, about that, we are not out in school. Everyone just assumes we are really tight friends because of all the shit we have been through." Bart explained.
"This is high school and the attention span is very limited. Like I said, it doesn't last long," Eric told his brother.
"Yes, we will be just ordinary students come Monday. Until our next great adventure," Bart teased.
"No more! Remember?"
"Maybe the three of us should get together tonight and talk," Pete suggested,.
"I'd like that," Eric agreed.
"I was also be amenable to having that conversation," Bart added.
Pete just looked at Bart, shook his head and he and Eric laughed. Bart had no idea what was humorous.
Bart and Eric were walking away from their lockers when they encountered the ringleader of the three bullies.
"Hey guys."
"Hi," Bart replied.
"Look, I want to apologize for the threatening you guys in front of school the other day. I didn't realize how close we came to getting our asses kicked but good."
"All in the past," Bart assured him.
"Well maybe but you guys are the meanest mother-fuckers in school, hell, in town. I know the guy you beat up and turned over to the cops. Even the guards on the inside don't fuck with him."
"When we stick together, we are unstoppable," Eric boasted.
"Yes, that is quite so. However, we never go looking for an encounter but rather will not turn one away if it comes our way," Bart added.
"So, no hard feelings?"
"None what so ever, Bart assured him again.
"Great. My name is Ed, by the way. And I'm sorry about accusing you guys of being fags. Taking him down showed me you're both straight as a fucking arrow."
"People of many backgrounds have many different skills. Like you knowing the names of the Greek gods. No one expected that from you."
"Yeah, I did feel kidda smart right then."
"But do us one big favor if you would," Bart asked.
"Sure anything. You want someone beat up?"
"No, nothing like that. Just in the future when you are referring to someone who you think might be of a different lifestyle than yours, do not use slurs. Call them homosexuals or gays, but refrain from using the other vernacular that you are so familiar with if you would be so kind."
Ed looked at Bart with his brow all wrinkled, not totally understanding what he meant.
"No more name calling!" Eric clarified.
"Oh, that, sure."
Just then, Pete caught up with the boys. He saw Ed with them and was anticipating trouble, curling up his fists as he came closer..
"Hey Pete, I was just talking with your boys here. Everything is cool between us and I hope we're good. Sorry about the other day."
Pete didn't know what to say, He relaxed his fists and put his hand out when Ed extended his to shake.
"I'd love to keep jawing, but I got to go meet my buds. Later, guys," Ed said as he turned and ran off.
"What the fuck did you guys . . ., nope I'm not going to ask. I've known him for three years now and he has been nothing but a bully and an asshole. I don't know what you guys said or did to him, but it worked," Pete said, shaking his head in disbelief.
"Just the old Worthington charm at work. Nothing special," Bart said matter of factly.
"The Bart Bullshit, you mean," Eric laughed.
"Like I said, I don't care what it was, I'm just happy it happened," Pete laughed.
Life was getting back to normal at home for Eric and Pete. Pete's anger was quickly disappearing now that his rapist was arrested and headed for jail for a long time. He was becoming more accepting of Eric's and Bart's relationship since the fight. They were not the stereotypical limp wristed fairies he assumed they would be. They were two normal, or mostly normal, teenagers who would take on anyone who threatened any one of them. Eric still wanted to give Pete some space so he was going to continue to sleep at Bart's house on Friday nights and sleep at home on Saturday night.
As Friday night rolled around, Eric and Bart made plans to spend the night together at Bart's house.
"We have some unfinished business to attend to if you remember correctly," Bart reminded Eric.
"Yes, you are right. We have to repot some of the plants that have grown too big so they can continue to expand their roots," Eric teased.
"That is what we will be doing on Saturday. I have other plans for this evening."
They both smirked, knowing full well what those plans were.
As they entered Bart's house his mother called out to them.
"Eric, I need your help. I wanted to surprise the two of you but I messed things up horribly," she apologized.
"Sure, whatever you need," Eric replied, having no idea what she wanted of him.
"I was going to have pizza for supper tonight. I haven't had pizza since I was a little girl back in Oregon. My Dad would order it for supper on Friday night as a special celebration for getting through another week. Times were not the greatest for us back then. I called our favorite restaurant to place an order and they told me they do not do pizza. I searched on line and found a pizza shop but when they asked me what I wanted, I just told them a pizza. They asked me all kinds of confusing questions and I hung up in a panic. Would you please order some pizza for us for supper."
"No," came Eric's abrupt answer, shocking both Bart and his Mother. "What I will do is have you call my favorite pizzeria, put the phone on speaker and I will walk you through the process."
Bart's Mother gave Eric a hug and told him her favorite toppings. Together they ordered the pizza and sat to wait for the delivery boy. When the doorbell rang, they opened it to find Ed standing there with a pizza box in his hand. Ed looked at Bart with a blank look on his face.
"Oh, hi Bart. I have a delivery for you I think."
Bart's Mother came to the door behind the boys.
"Wonderful! It is here and still hot. How much do I owe you?" she asked.
"It was paid for on the credit card you gave when you ordered."
"Very well. Let me get you a tip," she said as she opened her purse.
"That's ain't necessary, ma'am. I get paid to deliver these."
She looked out in the driveway and saw his car.
"That is your car, is it not?" she asked.
"Yes, ma'am. It ain't much but it gets me around."
"Well, here take this to pay for your expenses," and handed him a fifty dollar bill.
"Holy hell! Oh, excuse my language. But I could never accept this. Mostly I get a few dollars and I'm happy with that."
"Then I am going to set a new normal. Now give me my pizza," she laughed.
"Bart, what the hell? I can't do this. I'll get fired for taking this much money. I have to turn in my tips and we split them at the en of the night." Ed protested.
Bart reached into his pocket and took out two dollars and handed them to Ed.
"Then here is your traditional tip to be turned over to your boss. Put the other money in you back pocket and do not insult my Mother by refusing it. Okay?"
"Damn, I didn't mean no offense to her. I hope she is not pissed."
"She will not be if you accept her generosity and deal with it however you must."
Ed reached in the door and gave Bart a hug.
"No homo stuff, I mean no gay shit, just thanks."
Ed's face got red then he turned and ran back to his car, jumping in the air and giving out a yell before he got in and drove away. The boys went in the kitchen and enjoyed the best pizza they had ever eaten while listening to stories of Bart's Mother childhood in Oregon.
After they ate and cleaned up the kitchen, the boys went upstairs to bed. They had business to attend to, or should I say pleasure to enjoy.
Bart closed the door and embraced Eric, kissing him with a dozen little kisses before opening his mouth and trying to swallow Eric's tongue in one quick move. Eric responded by trying to do the same. As their tongues were fighting for supremacy in each other's mouths, their hands were busy at work removing as much clothing as possible while they was still in a tight embrace. They finally broke the kiss and stared into each other's eyes.
"We make quite a pair, don't we. A straight guy and a gay guy teaming up to fight for 'Truth, Justice and the American Way' ", Eric laughed.
"So now were Superman?"
"I didn't think you'd catch the reference."
"I am not totally deficient in my knowledge of American culture."
"Sorry, no offense."
"But you are wrong. It is not a straight guy and a gay guy, it is two gay guys, one of which will just not admit he is gay."
"You call it the way you see it and I'll call it the way I see it."
"Okay, if you must. Then I do not suppose a straight guy would be interested in finish getting undressed and get in bed with me to make love?"
"You suppose wrong," Eric said as he yanked off the rest of his clothes and ran to jump in the bed. Bart joined him almost as quick.
"Now, where were we?" Eric asked.
"We were over there, but now we are here and I like this much better," Bart said as he embraced Eric and stared making out again.
They groped each other as they kissed, grasping each other's cocks and stroking them slowly and firmly. Eric moved down Bart's body, kissing his nipples, then on to his belly button, making Bart giggle. Finally he got to the prize, a stiff and leaking boner. He licked it clean then slid it in his mouth. He worked back and forth on it, feeling Bart get more and more aroused. Eric pulled off and looked back at Bart.
"Anytime you're ready," he smirked.
"You finished what you started. I have something else in mind for your joy toy."
Eric had an idea what Bart was talking about. He went back to sucking on Bart until he stiffened up and shot a load of cum down Eric's throat. Eric licked every drop of cum off of Bart's cock as it softened. Eric moved up to lay next to Bart and give him a salty kiss.
"And what do you have in mind for me?" Eric asked.
"Last weekend you gave me your virginity. Now it is time for me to surrender myself to you."
"Are you sure you're ready?
"Every night this week when I go to bed I think about having you inside me. I go to sleep with my cock as hard as a nail and my ass puckering and twitching in anticipation. Yes, I am ready. Are you?"
"It will complete the bond we have. I'm ready."
They kissed and Eric turned Bart on his back. He started to raise his legs but Bart stopped him.
"I want to be on my stomach with you on top of me. I want to full weight of your body pressing into me so we can become one as much as humanly possible."
Bart rolled over on this stomach while Eric got the lube. He spread some on his cock, smearing it all over. Then he put a dab on his finger and rubbed it on Bart's hole, sliding his finger in gently.
"Oh yes, I am so ready for you," Bart moaned.
Eric smiled and continued to work his finger in and out and around and around to loosen up the sphincter.
"Okay, now it is time for the real thing," Bart said softly, his face in the pillow.
Eric moved over the top of Bart, slowly lowering his weight on Bart.
"Am I too heavy?"
"This is perfect."
Eric lifted his hips so he could reach under him and position his cock against his target. He moved up and down Bart's crack finally settling up against the tight hole. He applied a little pressure and felt the tip start to go in.
"Let me know if I hurt you too much," Eric said.
"I will let you know if you are going to slow, which of course you are."
Eric pushed with more force and went deeper inside, Bart letting out a quick yelp. Bart reached back with his hands on either side of him and grabbed Eric's thighs so he couldn't back out.
"There is no retreating now. Damn the pain and full speed ahead," Bart bravely told Eric.
Eric obeyed and pushed deeper, hitting the next barrier. He stopped to let Bart get used to the intrusion but Bart would hear none of this. He humped his hips up and forced Eric's cock all the way in, the head residing just into Bart's bowels. Both boys froze to give Bart time to adjust. Slowly Bart lowered his hips back on the bed, pulling Eric with him.
"This is so much better than the fantasies I have been having all week. I see what you meant now about the pain turning to pleasure. I hope as we continued to enjoy this in the future that my rectum will still be as tight and restrictive."
"By the time I get through with you, you hole will be as sloppy as a two dollar hooker on a Sunday morning," Eric joked.
"I have given you my virginity but I am not going to give you two dollars so make the best of it."
It was so typical of these boys to be making jokes at such an intimate time. But the levity soon gave way to passion as Eric began pumping Bart's ass. Bart was pushing back in rhythm to Eric's thrusts, making him go as deep as possible each time. Eric would hit Bart's sweet spot but just having cum a few minutes before, there was no gas left in the tank. But that did not take away from the awesome feelings he was experiencing. Eric was grunting and Bart was moaning, the room full of the odor of sweat and sex, not caring if Bart's Mother heard them or not. Eric was nearing his orgasm when he put his arms under Bart's armpits and pulled him as tight as he could, almost pushing out a bump in Bart's stomach with the head of his cock he was so deep. Eric's body shuddered, he let out a whimper and unloaded his cum deep inside Bart, eight strong bursts to paint Bart's colon.
The two boys lay still, breathing heavy and enjoying the after orgasm euphoria. Bart clenched his ass tight as Eric pulled out so as not to loose any cum. Eric flipped on his back next to Bart and looked over at him.
"If you has asked me yesterday if it was possible to love you more, I would have said no. Now I definitely love you as much as I possibly could love anyone," Eric told him.
"I know I will love you more tomorrow and the next day and the day after that. Whether we are making love, eating pizza or sitting together in the quiet solitude of our flowers."
The two boys cuddled together and fell asleep. Bart's Mother woke them to breakfast he next morning. The boys ate plate after plate of eggs and home fires and bacon.
"You boys certainly worked up and appetite last night," she grinned, making the boys blush.
"We are just getting ready for a busy day tending to the flowers, Mother," Bart tried to cover.
"Then let us get at it."
At the end of a long Saturday working in the solarium, she gave Eric a ride home. Sunday Eric went to church with the family and then back home for lunch. Pete seemed to be getting back to normal and enjoying time with the family.
Eric was right about the kids at school. Monday morning there was no more commotion about the boy's adventure last week. Ed and his crew saw the boys coming in the front door. Ed stopped to talk to Bart.
"Hey Bart, I want to thank you again for the big tip the other night. Totally too much but I really appreciate it."
"Whoa, Ed got a big tip from Bart? Did he give you a blow job or did he let you fuck him?" one of his crew asked, turning to the others and laughing.
Ed reached and grabbed him by the shirt and lifted him six inches off the ground before slamming him into the lockers.
"I delivered pizza to his house and his Mother was very generous and gave me a large tip. I told you Bart and Eric aren't gay so get that through your thick skulls!"
Ed slammed him against the locker one more time for good measure then dropped him to the floor.
"Why do I hang around with such morons?" Ed asked himself.
He gave Bart a fist bump and walked off shaking his head.
The rest of the week was uneventful, maybe even boring, which was fine with the boys. Pete was renewing friendships with some of his class mates and Eric and Bart were going about their business quietly and keeping a low profile.
Bart had a dentist appointment on Thursday so he and Eric couldn't go to the Botanical Garden. Eric asked for the day off from work on Friday so they could go then. Neither one wanted to miss their weekly visit. They got there just as the curator was about to lock up.
"Oh boys, I wasn't expecting you today. You usually come on Thursday. I have to take my mother to see her doctor so I was going to close early. I don't have many visitors on Friday afternoon so I didn't think anyone would mind," she told them.
Bart explained the conflict on Thursday and how disappointed they would be if they couldn't stay for a least a little while.
"I don't want to be late with my mother. But I'll tell you what. I know how much this place means to you. I think I can trust you if I let you stay until five o'clock and just lock the door when you leave. I'll come back around seven and set the alarm for the night. How does that sound?"
Oh, thank you. You can certainly trust us to be good stewards and leave the facility in the same condition as it is now," Bart assured her.
"Okay, but when I leave, lock the door and pull the front shades so anyone showing up will know it's closed."
"We will. Again, thank you and we will not abuse the trust you have in us."
She went out the door and Bart closed and locked it. He went to the front windows and closed the shades to signify the garden was closed to visitors. The boys looked around and smiled at each other.
"How about if we just stay in here forever and never unlock the door?" Eric asked in jest.
"I am afraid we would get hungry and Miracle Grow would not suit our digestive system."
"Maybe not but we could rub Miracle Grow on our cocks and what happens," Eric continued.
"I am not a greedy person and am quite happy with what you have. Are you disappointed in mine?" Bart asked seriously.
"I'm just goofing around, don't get so touchy," Eric tried to calm Bart's ego. "Let's walk around and enjoy our visit."
"Yes, let us do that."
The boys had walked down towards the back of the building. Bart turned and looked around.
"This place is beginning to feel more and more like home," Bart said wistfully.
"Yes, I really feel comfortable here."
"Then home rules apply," Bart announced.
"Home rules?" Eric asked.
"Yes, home rules. We are alone and no one else is here," Bart said as he started too undress. "Remember?"
"Are you fucking nuts? Suppose someone find us here naked?" Eric panicked.
"She is gone and the door is locked and the curtains closed. She told us to lock up when we left so she has no intention of coming back here. It is just you and I. Naked!" Bart giggled.
In no time at all, Bart was totally naked, standing in front of Eric with his hands on his hips.
"Well, I am waiting," Bart said.
Eric looked around and slowly started to remove his clothes. He got down to his underwear, looked around again and stopped.
"Are you sure this is a good idea?"
"I think it is a wonderful idea. Now hurry and get your underwear off. We are wasting precious time."
Eric pulled his underwear off, letting his boner spring free.
"There, does not that feel better? Come, let us walk around and enjoy the scenery, both plants and flesh," Bart instructed Eric.
Bart put his arm around Eric's shoulder and guided him down the row of flowers. Bart stopped in front of the orchid plants.
"Hello Mr Orchid. You look lovely today," Bart said to the plant. "Do you think my friend Eric looks lovely as well? You can see that his turgor pressure has his stamen just as rigid as yours."
"My what pressure has my what rigid?" Eric asked.
"Turgor pressure is what helps plant cells maintain their rigidity and structure, just like your cock right now."
"Ok, but what the hell is a stamen?"
"It is the male reproductive part of a plant, again not unlike the pole sticking out from your groin."
Bart reached down and gave Eric's cock a few tugs then leaned in and kissed him.
"I like it better when you're playing with my parts rather than the plants," Eric joked, kissing Bart and reaching for his cock.
The two boys stood in the mist of the flowers, holding each other's naked bodies close while making out passionately. The gentle stroking of each other's cock got more intense as the kissing continued.
"If we keep this up we're going to make a mess on the floor," Eric warned.
"And that would be a bad thing?"
"I can think of a better place for our cum than on the floor."
"I am sure you can," Bart replied as he put his mouth back on Eric's and stroked him harder and faster.
Eric followed suit and went back to jerking off Bart with the intent of making him cum. Both boys achieved their goal and shot copious amount of cum all over the floor, some landing on their legs.
"We better clean up our mess," Eric said as he stood back and looked down at the puddle.
"I will get some rags from the back room."
Bart went and got some rags and returned. He got own on his hands and knees to clean up their cum. Eric looked down at Bart as he knelt down, steadying himself with one hand while wiping with the other. Watching the muscles in Bart's back and his smooth ass brought Eric's cock back to life. Bart finished and sat up, resting back on his thighs.
"There, a job well done," Bart complimented himself. "I see I have another task to attend to," looking at Eric's cock at eye level with him.
He reached for Eric's cock and brought it to his mouth, taking it in swiftly and deeply. He swirled his tongue around and tasted the residual cum from his last orgasm. He grabbed Eric's ass cheeks and held him tight, squeezing them as he sucked. He was hoping Eric would last for a while, having just shoot a load. But being naked and so exposed in a public place had Eric so horned up that he was quicker than either one of them expected. Bart moaned as he swallowed the salty warm nectar from Eric's stamen. Eric grabbed Bart's head and just held him in place until he had stopped pulsing.
"That was better than wasting it I think," Bart said as he pulled off.
"Fuck yeah!"
Having their sexual appetite sated for the time being they continued to walk around looking at the flowers. Bart noticed several of them looked like they could use some water. Eric offered to go to the sink and fill a watering can and bring it back. Bart pulled off a few wilted leaves while waiting for Eric. Eric returned and poured some water into the pots while Bart instructed him how much for each plant. Bart went back to pick up the cum rag he had cleaned the floor with and followed Eric to return the watering can. Eric bent down to put the watering can back under the bench where he found it and the sight of his ass aroused Bart's cock. He moved in close to Eric and wrapped his arms around Eric's waist. Eric turned his head and smiled at Bart.
"And just what do you think you are doing?" he asked with a smirk.
"I think you also need some fluids," rubbing his cock against Eric's ass crack spreading his leaking cum around his hole.
"I can't argue with that," Eric purred.
Bart squeezed some more precum from his cock and placed it against Eric's pucker. He pushed forward as Eric pushed back making entry a quick and relatively painless move. Eric braced himself against the bench as Bart began to thrust in and out, pushing forcefully into Eric. Bart suddenly stopped moving and stood absolutely still.
"Did you cum?" Eric asked.
"No, I am just enjoying the aroma."
"The aroma?"
"Yes, the mixing of the fragrance of the flowers with the odor of sex and the sweat from your body. If I could capture this smell and bottle it I could sell it and every boy who enjoyed would be as aroused as I am right now."
"You'd sell me to other guys?
"Not you, just the essence of your masculinity. I would never share you with anyone. This is all mine," as he began to pump Eric's ass again.
Once again, the orgasm came sooner than desired. Bart thrust several times as heard as he could and then stayed still while his cock twitched and pulsed, shooting his seed into Eric. He withdrew and used the cum rag to catch the dribbles as he cock limped out.
"I wasn't sure this was such a good idea, but you were right. House rules should always be followed."
Just then they heard someone yell hello from the front of the building. It was the voice of the curator.
"Boys, are you here?"
Panic set in as they boys scurried to get dressed. Bart hollered back to her just as they were finishing dressing.
"Yes, we are back here putting away the watering can. We watered some of the flowers and spilled some water. We will be right there."
They walked up to the front and saw her standing by the door.
"I'm getting absent minded in my old age. The appointment was for next week. Do you boys want to stay a little longer?"
"No, we have enjoyed what we came for so we will be going now. Thank you for letting us spend some alone time here," Bart told her.
Eric tried to stifle a laugh at Bart's comment.
The boys stood outside waiting for their ride. Eric wiggled his hips a few times.
"Bart, I think there is something wrong with me."
"What seems to be the matter?"
"My whole body is working backwards."
"What ever do you mean?"
"You know how we jerk off and cum comes out of our cocks?"
"Yes, I know that very well. So what is the matter?"
"My body is working backwards. I have cum oozing out of my ass instead of my cock!" Eric laughed.
"That is not your cum, it is mine. But you are welcome to keep it even if it is in your underwear," Bart laughed back at him.
Bart gave Eric his handkerchief to slip in his ass crack to soak up the weeping fluids. Their ride showed up and took them to Bart's house for their Friday night sleep over. After their escapades in the Botanical Garden, Friday night was more cuddling than sex play..
The boy's lives settled back to a normal routine. Eric and Bart would get together during the week as time would allow and Eric would sleep over at Bart's house on Friday night, spending Saturday helping Bart and his mother in the solarium. Pete had gotten used to Eric's love affair with Bart, made some new friends at school and had even gotten to know Ed a little better.
Life was good for the boys.
Thank you for staying Eric and Bart on their journey through life. I have been enjoying being with the boys and hope you have as well.
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Jonathan Perkins