Horizons (21 page)

“You’re next,” Clark moaned, spreading Jody’s ass cheeks apart and sliding his tongue past the tight ring. Jody began quivering as Clark darted in and around the soft crevices.

“God, Kit… don’t stop.”

“You like this, Jo-Jo? And this?” Clark’s breathing escalated, as he bathed Jody’s perineum with slow deliberate strokes.

Jody was starting to buck, losing all concentration.

“Let me fuck you,” Clark said, pulling away and getting on his knees. He had Jody in front of him, on all fours. “Jo, please, can we do it like this? You know, bare, without condoms? I’m clean. I get tested every six months. Please, Jo?”

By now, Jody’s brain had ceased to function. He was reeling from the pleasure of having Clark’s tongue up his asshole. He rested his head on his hands and prayed that Clark would fuck him, condom or not. “Yes,” he decided, “but lube up.”

He waited impatiently while Clark fumbled with the tube of slick. Within seconds, Jody began to beg. “Just do it, Kit! Hurry!” He opened up and Clark pushed, a little tentative at first but growing more confident with each stroke. Clark began rocking faster and faster while Jody braced against the headboard. He was seconds away from blowing but wanted to fuck a tight fist while he was doing it. “Touch me,” Jody ordered, reaching around for Clark’s hand.

Clark groped for Jody’s cock and began jacking him, synchronizing his thrusts with each pump of his fist, and Jody finally lost it, spewing ropes of cum all over the sheets. Clark bit Jody’s shoulder the moment he felt him convulsing, and he slammed balls deep and released in a warm pulsing stream. Somewhere in the back of Jody’s sated brain he acknowledged that making love without the protection of the condom was another huge step forward in their relationship.

Clark collapsed on Jody’s back. “That was fucking awesome.”

“Earth-shattering,” Jody seconded. They shuffled around, repositioning themselves until they lay spooned in the wet, sticky mess.

“I love you, Kit,” Jody whispered, feeling Clark’s breath against his neck.

“Love you, Jo.”

I
WOKE
up with a massive headache. It felt like the entire Cal band was marching up and down in my brain. I groaned and reached over to grab Jody, but there was no one there. I opened my eyes gingerly, expecting the sunlight to stab at them and make me cringe. Fortunately, the blinds were still drawn, but Jody was gone.

“Jo?”

No response. I sat up in bed, a little disoriented. I had no idea how many beers we’d consumed or how we ended up in bed. The last thing I remember was fucking Jody ’til we screamed. That stood out very clearly in my brain.

I looked around and saw a note propped up on the pillow beside me. I grabbed it as I made my way out of bed and into the bathroom to take a leak. I started to read while I was pissing, and I stopped, stepping back in shock and almost missing the toilet.

“No!”

I ran into the room and searched frantically for my phone, all the while picking up clothes and struggling to get them on while holding the phone up against my ear. Finally he picked up.

“Don’t be angry,” he said quietly.

“Jo, please, don’t do this.”

“I’ve got to go there to try and talk to her, Kit. She needs to know how much I love you. How much we love each other.”

“Jody, please. Turn the car around; come back here.”

“Too late, babe. I’m halfway there.”

“Fuck!”

I disconnected, grabbed my shoes, and raced out of the house.

J
ODY
pulled up to the house that he’d seen only once. It was a quiet Saturday morning on a relatively mild January day. He was apprehensive, but he kept telling himself that this was the twenty-first century and people were more tolerant. He’d just have to convince Clark’s parents that he only had their son’s best interests at heart. If he could show them how much they loved each other, he was sure that they would understand and the threats would stop.

He rang the doorbell and waited a few moments. Mrs. Stevens opened the door, and upon seeing Jody, moved to shut it, but he blocked it with his foot. “Please let me in,” he asked politely.

“What are you doing here?”

“I’d like to talk to you.”

“You need to leave,” she whispered frantically.

“Who is it, Mary?”

He heard Jim Stevens calling from inside the house, and sure enough, he was standing beside his wife in no time.

“Doc! What a surprise!”

“Mr. Stevens. May I come in?”

“Of course. Is Clark with you?”

“No, it’s just me.”

“What are you doing in Folsom? Surely not making a house call?” Jim said, trying to make a joke.

“No.” Jody smiled his reply. Mary watched in silent apprehension.

“Please, come in. You want some coffee?” Jim asked.

“That would be great.”

They moved into the kitchen and sat at the table. The coffee was poured, the cream and sugar dispensed, and Mary sat down with them.

“So, what can I do for you, Doc?”

“I’ve come to try and tell you what’s going on.”

“Is everything okay with Clark? I know he passed the English class, so that’s all good.”

“Yes, he did great.”

“Thanks to you,” Jim said easily. “He’d have never made it on his own.”

“I think you underestimate your son, sir. No disrespect intended.”

“None taken, Doc, but I know Clark. He’s not good in school.”

“Clark is very intelligent; he just needed the right tools. He should have been put on medication years ago.”

“I don’t see that it’s any of your business.” Jim frowned.

“I disagree. As his physician, it is my business.”

“Look, you’re not his regular doctor. You helped him out in the emergency room and with the English. That’s all. You know nothing about Clark, or what we’ve had to deal with all these years.”

“Mr. Stevens, I’ve dealt with ADD before. There are numerous ways of helping him, none of which you’ve done.”

“Don’t be telling me how I should raise my kid!”

“He’s not a kid anymore. He’s an adult with ADD. He needs to go on meds.”

“Bullshit! What gives you the right to tell me and my wife what to do?”

“I’m in love with your son. I want what’s best for him.”

“Excuse me?” Jim looked at Jody in horror, with the realization of what he’d just said finally sinking in. “You’re a fucking queer?”

Mary reached out and touched him on the arm. “Jim.”

“Did you know?” he asked, turning on her suddenly. “Did you know he was a fruit?”

“Yes.”

“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me?”

“I just found out.”

“Who else knows? Does Clark know?”

Jody shut his eyes, took a deep breath, and plunged. “Clark and I are lovers.”

Jim stood, reached across the table, and grabbed Jody by the collar. He pulled him across the narrow expanse, knocking over cups and saucers, and spat in his face. “How dare you say that in my presence?”

Just then the door opened, and Clark walked in. He looked completely distraught.

“Dad!”

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Let go of him!”

“Do you know what he just said? He said he was fucking you!”

Clark looked at Jody in alarm and then back at his father. “You must have misunderstood.”

“There’s no misunderstanding here, boy! Are you or are you not having a relationship with this homo?”

“Dad, please. Let him go.”

Jim released Jody with a rough push, sending him sprawling backward. Clark caught him and held on with both hands.

“Don’t touch him!” Mary shouted.

Clark shook his head and wrapped his arms around Jody. “We need to talk,” he said quietly to his stunned parents.

T
HEY
were looking at both of us like we were bugs. My father couldn’t have been more disgusted if I’d walked in with lipstick and high heels.

“You have got to be joking,” he said.

“No. I’m gay.”

“The fuck you are!”

“I am, Dad.”

“You’re not gay! It’s him.” He pointed his accusatory finger at Jody and stood, poised for a fight. The blood had rushed to his face, and I could see that he was using what little self-control he had, but his voice rose alarmingly as he continued his accusations. “This person beside you has turned you. You were normal until you met him!”

“This person has a name,” I replied, doing my best not to lose my temper as well. It was the most difficult thing in the world for me to do. I would have preferred to take Jody in hand and walk out of this room, except nothing would have been resolved.

“Dr. Williams is a deviant, and you need to steer clear of him! If anyone finds out about this, it’s all over.”

“You mean anyone in football, right?”

“Of course! What else are you good for?”

“Right,” I said, with as much dignity as I could muster, while blinking away the tears. My father was an expert at pushing the buttons that made me sick to my stomach.

Jody took my hand, offering me what little solace he could. I squeezed back and turned to my parents. “I know this is coming as a shock. I didn’t plan to tell you this way, but it’s out in the open now, so you may as well deal with it.”

“There’s nothing to deal with. You’ll stop seeing him,” my father said firmly.

“No, I won’t.”

“You’d better, or I’ll fuck him up bad. We know how to deal with fudge-packers in prison. All it’ll take is one phone call.”

“Are you threatening him?” I was incredulous again. This was the second time in forty-eight hours that a parent of mine had threatened Jody.

“I’m not threatening! I’m telling you, point blank! Stop seeing him, or I’ll stop it for you!”

“I need to speak with Jody in private,” I said, standing up and pulling Jody alongside of me. “Come on, Jo.”

We made our way out of the house. I walked toward his car, and we stood there looking at each other in silence. Finally he said, “I’m sorry. I should have never come out here.”

“It’s okay. This was bound to happen sooner or later.”

“Kit, I love you. All I wanted was to make this easier for you.”

“Jo. I’m not sure you can ever make this easier. You see what I’m dealing with.”

“I do. I love you, Kit. I don’t know what else to say.”

“Would you do me a favor and go? Let me speak with them alone, just the three of us. Maybe I can get through to them, try and make them understand.”

“I’ll do whatever you want.”

I kissed him on the lips and watched as he got into the car. “I’ll be waiting for you,” he said, unable to disguise the worry in his voice.

“I’ll get there as soon as I can.”

“Okay. Love you.”

“Love you too,” I said, giving him another peck on the lips through the open window.

He drove off, his license plate reminding me that I needed to stand firm. To be proud of who and what I was. I walked back to the house and opened the kitchen door, only to be yanked by the shirt and slammed against the wall by my father.

“You fucking stupid son of a bitch!”

“Dad.”

“Jim!” my mother screamed. “Please,” she started to cry, pulling at his arm and trying to move him away from me.

“Let go of me, Mary!” he yelled at her, shoving her off him.

“I saw you!” he threw out, the saliva flying out of his mouth, hitting me in the face. “I saw you fucking kissing him!”

I started to shake, the rage coursing through me like an electrical current. My hands balled into fists, the nails digging into my skin. I itched to hit him; I wanted to tackle him up against the wall and hurt him the way he hurt me. It took every ounce of willpower not to.

“Let go of me,” I said in a controlled whisper. “Let go of me before I do something dumb.”

“Dumb? You’ve already done that.” He stepped back and shook his head. “Do you honestly think that you’re going to get away with this?”

“Dad, I’m not trying to get away with anything. I just want to live my life.”

He screamed. “Your life does not include being a homosexual. There’s no room for that kind of sickness in this family or in football! Do you understand?” By then his entire body shook, and he looked like he was about to have a stroke.

Just as I was about to turn away, the door opened and Zach and Jason walked in. “What’s all the yelling about?” Jason asked. “Hey, bro.”

“Hey.”

“What’s going on?” Zach asked Dad.

“Your brother has turned into a fruit.”

“What?” Jason and Zach both looked at me in shock.

“It’s true,” Dad said. “His boyfriend just left here.”

“What boyfriend?” Jason asked, clueless.

Zach chuckled. “I always knew you were fucked up.”

“Shut up, Zach!”

“Who is it?”

“That guy who was over for Thanksgiving.”

“No!” they said in unison.

“Yeah, turns out he’s a big cocksucker.”

“Does he give as good a blow job as Nikki?” Zach asked.

I hit him, square in the face. I had to. My hand shot out and connected with his nose, and I heard the crunch, saw the blood, and watched as everyone scrambled to pull me away.

“Fucker!” he screamed. “I’ll get you back.”