Chapter 532 – The Truth Comes Out and Tim Makes a Life Changing Decision
Well, it was obvious that Harvey was extremely upset about something, but for what we couldn’t imagine. He took several gulps of beer, then wiped his mouth before he spoke again, but not before I lit into him some.
“Listen, Harvey, Wes and I will listen to what you have to say, but if you’re here to demean Tim and call him hateful names, we’re done with you. Just remember why you got in trouble to begin with. Doesn’t seem like you’ve learned you lesson, so maybe we don’t even want to listen to you if you’re going to talk like that,” I sternly replied. He seemed to calm down some after he saw he got pushback.
“Okay, I’m sorry for the slur. Sometimes I don’t know how else to put things, and it just comes out. I apologize, as I know you don’t like the word faggot. Listen, you guys. I need help, and you need to get your boy under control and out of my life completely,” he stated, getting upset again as he replied.
“What the hell is going on with you two Harvey? Tim tells us you’re doing great, and you come in here and act like you want to kill him,” I replied.
“Oh, sometimes I think I’d like to kill him. Josh, Tim is abusing me terribly, mentally and physically. It needs to stop, and you need to get him out of my life and now. I can’t take it anymore. I don’t care if they take away my co-captain title for the Lacrosse team, kick me off the team completely or, hell, even kick me out of school. I can’t take anymore of Tim. I’m not gay, I’ll never be gay, and this has to stop and stop now!” he practically hollered. Wes and I were aghast at how upset he was, even for Harvey.
“Wait, what do you mean Tim is abusing you mentally and physically? How is that?” I had to ask, completely confused now. Harvey practically downed the rest of his beer before he answered. He took a deep breath.
“I’m so ashamed of myself for letting this happen, but I went along with whatever I had to do to ‘try to reform’,” he said, putting up his fingers like quotation marks. Wes and I were still confused. He took another deep breath. “Listen, Tim told me he moved back to help me because he really cared about me. I was moved by the fact he was really my friend, and did care about my wellbeing. Well, was I ever wrong. As we got reacquainted, and more comfortable with each other, he was great, even more friendly than he had ever been, before he knew he was gay. We hung out in our briefs like we always did. As I got more comfortable, we were friends like before, I was stupid enough to tease him like I used to, like wagging my weenie at him and telling him stupid stuff, like ‘you know you want this, don’t you’. Well, that was the wrong fucking thing to do. Straight guys should never tease gay guys with their members. At first, he just kind of laughed it off, like in the old days, then I did it one time too close to him and he grabbed my cock and went down on me. Fuck, one of the best blow jobs I’ve ever had. I had probably the most intense orgasm of my life, I’m not ashamed to admit. Took my breath away and made me see stars. That fucker swallowed my load. Can’t ever get a girl to swallow. Tim was damned sweet to swallow my load. Anyway, that’s not the point. Okay, so it felt good and I enjoyed it. I admit it, it was great. But, then it became a habit of his when we’d get back from Lacrosse practice, once in our briefs, I got a blow job. Okay, I admit, it was kind of nice at first. Then he wanted me to fuck him. Hell, remembering we tried that once before, and it ended up a disaster, I was skeptical. But then, I gave in, and shit if it wasn’t hot, kind of like fucking Jack, only Tim wanted it missionary style after the first time I fucked him. That was a little weird having to look at the dude with my dick up his ass. It was still kind of okay at first. I was getting my rocks off, and he was getting what he needed. Then he wanted me to kiss him when I fucked him. So, I gave him a couple of pecks on the lips here and there, and he was good with it. Then he wanted more passionate kissing with some tongue. I told him no fucking way was that going to ever happen, and to forget about anything like that. He backed off and seemed okay with it, but then demanded I fuck him more often. Guys, Tim gives me a blow job after practice almost every day, and wants me to fuck his ass every night. I mean this stuff happened gradually and then it became almost every day. It got old real quick. It was kind of neat at first, and took the edge off, then I started losing my need to breed the ladies. I finally told him enough was enough, and we needed to quit having sex together. He told me if I didn’t continue to fuck him, and let him blow me, he’d ruin me with the team, get me kicked out as co-captain and possibly off the team. There’s where the mental abuse clicked in. Fuck that shit, guys. Okay, so I kept doing it, but I absolutely refused to on the weekends and on Wednesday nights when I had a chance to take care of the ladies. Obviously, I’m not there now for my after practice blow job,” he said, somewhat exasperated, trying to get all this off his chest.
“I can’t believe you did that, Harvey? You didn’t have to do any of what you did,” I assured him, puzzled that he even let something like that happen.
“I didn’t’ want to, Josh, but he threatened me and, at the time, Lacrosse and my captain position was everything to me. I couldn’t risk losing it. Tim would have made one hell of a fuss to Wes about it, and the two would have caused me to lose everything that meant something to me. I couldn’t take that chance,” he confessed. Wes and I were dumbfounded by what Harvey just told us.
“You didn’t have to do any of that, as Wes wouldn’t have let Tim’s threats, if they were threats, happen. He just wouldn’t,” I argued.
“Harvey, I’d never put up with any of that from Tim. We would have stopped that right away. You didn’t have to do what you did. I can’t believe you actually went along with it to begin with. What you did, did nothing but encourage him. He fell in love with you, not that he hadn’t before then. You lured him in, probably thinking you had him wrapped around your little finger, and could get him to excuse any and all your bad behavior in exchange for getting blowjobs and fucking the kid, which you seemed to enjoy anyway. You’re trying to tell us Tim used you for sex, when all he wanted was your love, thinking he could change you, which we all know, that will never happen. You used him to your advantage in the meantime, until this whole arrangement came to a halt, or has it?” Wes asked.
“It is tonight, as I don’t give a shit where the chips fall. He’s pissed at me anyway for the way I talked to him last night, leaving with two girls, who I might add, I fucked the shit out of last night, and they were grateful for it,” Harvey confessed. I was almost in shock.
“So what are we supposed to do about your own stupidity for starting this shit in the first place. Sounds like a private matter between you and Tim, if you ask me. You two lovers need to work out your own little spats,” I replied, very seriously.
“I don’t like your attitude, Josh. I’m not fucking gay. I’m not, and never will be. You need to get your boy under control. You fag…, I mean gay guys stick together. You need to reel him in, and get him the hell out of my life now, and that means tonight, or I’m going to blow the whistle on him and embarrass him to no end. I want him out of my room and, frankly, out of my life, not for a week, not until after Spring Break, but permanently. If I have to quit Lacrosse, I sure as hell will before he sucks my cock ever again or I fuck his shitty ass. That’s just disgusting. I’ve suffered mental anguish over all this traumatic behavior, and I’m concerned I’ll never be the same. As far as I’m concerned, I’ve been abused, molested, hell probably even raped,” Harvey threatened. Wes and I looked at one another.
“Sounds like both of you are equally guilty. He promoted the idea, and you went along with it, admittedly enjoying it. He wasn’t right doing what he did, but you weren’t right to encourage it, hoping to use him to help you and then pleasure yourself at the same time. I think the guilt goes both ways, Harvey,” I told him. Wes totally agreed.
“Fuck you guys! I’ve been abused. Do I need to press charges against him?” Harvey asked, getting more and more upset.
“I don’t think that would work out too well for you, Harvey, when you encouraged his behavior. Josh and I would be key witnesses to the fact you said you enjoyed it, and went along with it. Don’t think that will help you out too much with molestation charges. And as for your mental health, well we could debate that all day long before and after your affair with Tim,” Wes informed him. Harvey looked pissed.
“Fuck it then. What are you going to do to end this shit, as I’m not gay and I’m not doing any more gay shit ever again. That’s done and over with. I’m afraid of what I’ll do to Tim if I have to see him tonight. I’m that upset. I don’t know if I can control myself. So, if you care about the kid any at all, and think you need to help him, you better find a way to get him out of my room and out of my life. I’ve had it. I swear, I’ll tell the world about his abuse,” Harvey swore.
“Have you ever tried talking to Tim about this, telling him you felt abused? I mean Tim is a sensitive guy. I have to believe, if he thought he was creating mental anguish for having sex with you, he probably would have ended it whenever you told him you were uncomfortable having sex with him,” I suggested. Harvey shook his head, and threw up his hands.
“Josh, I’ve told him over and over, that shit sucked, and I didn’t like it anymore. I didn’t get any sympathy or concern from him for what it was doing to me. None at all. All I got were threats that I better like it because I had to do it, or he was going to ruin me with Lacrosse. That’s how sympathetic he was,” Harvey replied, still visually and verbally worked up.
“We don’t need either one of you in a hostile environment. It’s not fair to ether one of you. Both of you let this get way out of control. Shame on Tim for doing what he did, but shame on you for encouraging it. Wes and I will get him out of your room, but the rest you have to deal with,” I told him. He finally looked relieved.
“Thank you, finally. For a couple of Fag…., I mean gay guys, you guys are at least reasonable,” Harvey replied.
“Who are you calling a gay guy anyway, Harvey?” Wes asked, somewhat upset. Harvey looked at Wes.
“Uh, I just assumed since you hung out with Josh and his breed you were gay also,” Harvey replied. Wes looked at Harvey and shook his head.
“Oh, and should I assume since you’re an asshole, anyone that hangs out with you is an asshole too?” Wes asked somewhat angry. Harvey looked stunned.
“Probably, but I really don’t have any close friends that I can think of. I thought you were at one time, but then you went gay on me, so that kind of ended that,” Harvey replied. Wes shook his head.
“For the record, I’m not gay, nor am I prejudice about anyone, except for assholes, which I definitely know you are one. I happen to totally respect and admire Josh and his team of professional individuals that do great things for others, something you could never think of doing. You could do yourself a huge favor and be more like Josh and his crew, become a contributor to society instead of a detractor. Why go through life being an asshole with everyone hating you, Harvey?” Wes asked him.
“Gees, Wes, that kind of makes me feel bad,” Harvey replied, feeling a little hurt.
“It should, as it was meant to, Harvey. You need to work hard to become a decent person instead of an asshole. We thought Tim was helping you in that area, but I guess that didn’t work out. We’re going to help him, because deep down inside he’s a decent caring guy, unlike an uncaring narcissistic asshole like you. Just be flattered that for a few brief weeks, you actually had another human being in this world care about you and even love you enough to share his body with you to prove how much he loved you. Don’t forget that, because to us, it’s very doubtful you’ll ever experience someone that loves you like Tim did ever again,” Wes told him.
“Bravo, Wes. No one could have said it any better than what you just said. Remember that, Harvey, as you need to remember and learn from what Wes told you. Otherwise, you’re going to live a miserable life,” I added. I thought Harvey was going to cry.
“Gees, I thought you guys would be more sympathetic than that,” Harvey exclaimed.
“Kind of hard to show any kind of sympathy to a guy like you, Harvey. And that’s the honest truth, told to you by someone that cares about you as a frat brother, but can’t stand the way you treat other people. That’s the honest to God’s truth,” I told him. Harvey put his head down in his hands.
“Okay, I get it. I’m an asshole. But what are you going to do about Tim, as I’m not going back to my room with him there? I swear I’d have to kill him if I see him,” Harvey asked.
“Wes, you want to go get Tim, then bring him over here so we can talk to him?” I asked.
“Sure, I’ll go get him. We need to get him out of harm’s way anyway,” Wes replied. “Harvey, park your ass here for another half-hour until I grab Tim, and bring him over here,” Wes said, then got up to get his coat and take off.
“We’ll put him back in his old room tonight, and send someone for his things later,” I told Wes, as he was about to go out the door.
“I could use another beer,” Harvey said, making me want to smack him silly.
“Go get one. I’m not waiting on your sorry ass,” I told him.
“Josh, don’t hate me, please. I did really care about Tim at one time. I thought we were tight bros before he started hanging out with you guys. I think you guys turned him against me, if you want to know the truth. You took him away from me. We were doing fine until you came into the picture,” he stated. I really did want to hit him now.
“Harvey, you created tremendous mental stress for Tim during the time he roomed with you, and he couldn’t stand it. He was happier than hell to get away from you. Then he found himself and really started to blossom, becoming a very caring friend and person. You made him feel guilty for leaving you, and being the caring person he was, felt bad about it, lingering a little longer to try to wean the two of you away from one another. He was adamant about leaving you when you tried to have sex with him, showing no emotion or caring whatsoever. To you, it was just screwing an asshole. To Tim, it was making love to someone he desperately wanted to find a reason to love. I guess he saw an opportunity in moving back to your room to help you find a more compassionate Harvey, one that he could deeply care about like he longed to do. No one can make someone love them that doesn’t want to. That’s where Tim made a huge error in judgement. This is all new to him, on many fronts. He just got a little excited, thinking he had an opportunity to change you for the better, and, in return, you love him for doing so. He should have known you’ll never change, and could never possibly love him like he needs you to. It just doesn’t work. You proved that, and now we have to pick up Tim’s pieces, and put him back together again. I can’t condone what he did, but had you been a more compassionate caring friend, I think you could have convinced him, deeply caring for him as your close friend, there could never be a sexual relationship between the two of you. Instead, you took advantage of him, which wasn’t right either. This whole thing is a mess. I just hope Tim is salvageable, and we can bring him back around to a happy person again,” I shared with him, trying hard to make him understand the unfortunate circumstances that brought us to where we were.
“What about my happiness, Josh?” Harvey asked, concerned that we were only concerned about Tim. I shook my head.
“I wish I could care about your happiness, Harvey, but for some reason I just can’t at the moment. Maybe in time, if you show signs of changing, but why try to change someone that has proven over and over, he can’t change. That would be like wasting my time,” I told him.
“Fuck, that sucks, Josh. You’re supposed to be my brother and support me was much as you support Tim,” Harvey replied. I looked at him and shook my head.
“Harvey, it hurts me not to care, believe me. But I really don’t. Not now anyway,” I replied. Harvey got up and stormed out of the office, much to my satisfaction. I got a text from Wes, he was on his way back with Tim, who was in a terrible foul mood. I grabbed three beers from the bar in preparation for the three of us meeting in a few minutes. I put them on our small conference table in the office. Wes and Tim soon appeared.
“So what the fuck is so important that you had to have Wes drag me over here to meet with you?” Tim asked, very confrontational.
“For your own good, Tim, as you’re about to find yourself in a whole lot of trouble if you don’t listen up and be honest with us,” I told him. “I, and several others happen to really care about you, whether you care about us anymore or not, and I don’t want to see you get in trouble like I think you might. You need to level with us as to what the hell you’re doing to Harvey. And, wait, before you do, I want you to know that Harvey has made all kinds of accusations against you, that you’ve abused him mentally and physically, and wants to press charges against you. You need to level with us, if you have any chance in hell of us helping you out here,” I told him, laying out the facts. Tim turned bright red, almost losing his breath, as he slumped into a chair at the conference table. He put his head down in his hands. He took a moment, then finally looked up, not quite knowing what to say. “Tim, you can’t blackmail the guy into having sex with you. You just can’t. That’s mental and physical abuse. You can get in a lot of trouble for doing something like that. Harvey has had the shits of whatever game you’ve been playing and he’s prepared to go to the authorities to do anything to get you to stop. You can’t do things like that,” I added. Tim started to cry. Neither Wes or I tried to comfort him. He was finally able to collect himself enough to speak.
“I did something horribly wrong out of love, I guess,” he finally admitted, then stopped.
“Good start. Go on, get it all out so we can see what we need to do to fix this,” I told him. “You know we love you, and want to protect you, but you need to tell us everything so we can help you,” I reiterated. He looked at me with red swollen eyes.
“What did he tell you?” Tim asked.
“Better yet, what did you do these last few weeks that have him a complete nervous wreck, and willing to do anything to keep you out of his life?” I asked. Tim sunk his head back in his hands again and started weeping.
“Josh, all I did was love him. I really tried to love him. I thought we were making great progress, and he was actually coming around, sometimes fun to be around and much more respective of other people. I tried to change him. I worked hard to change him, then he rebelled with this hateful attitude, calling me all kinds of hate names. He hates me now. I can tell, he really hates me now. I can’t change him. I just can’t anymore. So why does he hate me enough to press charges against me?” Tim asked, extremely concerned, between sobs.
“Have you been forcing him to have sex with you, Tim?” I asked, point blank. Tim gave me a far-off stare, as if to say, that wasn’t a fair question. “You need to tell us the truth if we’re going to be able to defend you, as Harvey leveled some pretty nasty charges against you,” I informed him. He shook his head with tears in his eyes.
“Josh, all I tried to do was love him. He actually loved me back for a time there, then he seemed to turn on me. I got desperate, trying to turn him around again. It was for his own good,” Tim replied, breaking up emotionally. Wes and I were still shocked, hearing what Harvey told us was true.
“Tim, remember us saying that none of us had to do anything we were uncomfortable doing? That’s the way we treat all others. You can’t blackmail Harvey into having sex with you if he’s not comfortable having sex with you. Clearly, he’s not, based on the accusations he made about you forcing him to. That was wrong on all counts, Tim. You know that. It’s just not you, or any one of us to do something like that. Yet, it seemed to happen,” I explained. Tim looked at me, no knowing what to say. “I figured out you had a thing for him some time ago. He’s straight, Tim. Nothing is ever going to change that. I was in hopes he’d recognize you were in love with him and explain to you, that even though you physically couldn’t be together, you could still be great friends. Apparently, that didn’t seem to happen. Harvey’s not lacking fault here, as he seemed to encourage your advances to his benefit, both from securing his position on the Lacrosse team and enjoying the pleasure of having sex with you, until he couldn’t take it anymore, and it started driving him crazy. He’s not without fault, which Wes and I pointed out to him. I think he understands he has blood on his hands in this whole thing. The main thing is, he doesn’t want anything to do with you anymore and doesn’t ever want to see you again. He’s prepared to leave the Lacrosse team if necessary to avoid having to see or deal with you again,” I explained. Tim teared up again.
“I don’t understand why he’d do something like that. The team needs him, Josh. He can’t do that. Does he hate me that much?” Tim asked.
“Tim, I think it’s more he can’t deal with the guilt he feels for what he did with you. To someone like you and Josh, who have the biggest hearts ever, you can’t see that. For a narcissist, who only thinks about himself, he’s betrayed himself, Tim. Harvey feels guilty he allowed himself to care about you physically and feels ashamed. He can’t deal with the fact he committed gay acts, as he’s heterosexual, and would never do such a thing. He just couldn’t,” I explained.
“But he did, Josh. He did it willingly too. He seemed to like it. We were getting closer all the time. He even kissed me when he fucked me. I thought he was really coming around and starting to care about me. I admit, when he tried to back off, I didn’t think he really wanted to, so I kind of forced him into having sex with me then, but I wasn’t serious about anything I told him, to trick him into continuing. That seemed to really piss him off then. Now I guess he’s totally pissed,” Tim admitted.
“He feels guilty that he allowed himself to love you. Just know in your heart, you reached someone that had no chance of being reached. You won overall, Tim. You know that, even though he can’t ever admit it, as that’s admitting he turned in his man card, which he’d never be willing to do. To tell you the truth, I am a little concerned about him, and how that brief experience of loving a friend so intimately might affect him long term. It kills me to think I actually care about him as a friend, as no one deserves a traumatic experience that might scar them for life. Needless to say, Wes and I know it’s best you move out immediately, and don’t have any further contact with him until he settles down and can pull himself together. You both need to return to who you were before any of this happened,” I told him. Tim looked exhausted.
“What’s that supposed to mean? Where am I going to go to keep out of his way?” Tim asked.
“You need to move back in here with us, Tim. You can have your old room back with Blake, if you want. I’m sure he’ll understand and want to help you. He’s a great guy, and has been worried sick about your wellbeing. Blake and the rest of us are there for you,” I explained. Tim sighed, and looked restless.
“I don’t know how to face any of our guys anymore, Josh, especially Blake. I can’t room with him again. I just can’t,” Tim replied. I was running out of options.
“Can you room with Dylan then, as he has an extra bed in his room?” I asked. Tim again looked lost.
“Maybe, I guess. I’m not having sex with him, so he can’t be bothering me for that. I don’t want to have sex with anyone anymore. I’m done with sharing my most intimate feelings with anyone,” Tim replied.
“Tim, you don’t mean that. But, take your time. When you feel like sharing again, we’re here for you, and if not, so be it,” I offered. Tim still looked lost. “Stay here tonight, and I’ll send a Zach and Brady over to get your things,” I offered. Tim looked like he could care less.
“I guess I’m done with Lacrosse, Wes. No sense in prolonging the agony for Harvey,” Tim announced.
“Harvey agreed to leave the team if necessary. I think you ought to let him suffer some of this sacrifice in all of this, and let him leave,” Wes replied. Tim shook his head ‘no’.
“Harvey’s more valuable to the team than I am, so he needs to stay. You need to lead, though. You should be captain and not co-captain,” Tim seemed to insist.
“You know how I feel about that, Tim. I don’t want any more responsibility than I already have between the frat and the team,” Wes told him.
“I don’t care. If I have to leave, then you need to take control. We both know we don’t have a chance with Harvey as captain. If I’m leaving for the best interest of the team, you need to lead the team. I insist. If Harvey has any objections, then throw him off the team, as he’s proven he has no leadership ability. We all know he sucks at that,” Tim told him. Wes smiled, but knew Tim was right. “So, am I in any other kind of trouble now?” Tim asked, concerned about Harvey’s charges of abuse.
“I think we have Harvey convinced he’s just as guilty as anyone. I think if the two of you keep your distances from one another, you’ll be good. The main thing is you’ll be here with us again, in the company of guys that really do care about you, and Harvey will be by himself once again, all alone. That will have to weigh on him some, realizing he lost the best friend he ever had, because he couldn’t define the boundaries of a relationship the way it should have been defined. If he wants to put any heat on you, Tim, he’ll have it coming back at him from all of us. I don’t think he wants that,” I assured him.
“Believe me when I say, I’ll keep his ass in line or else,” Wes added. Tim half smiled, then started to cry again. “What now, Tim. Josh and I just told you, everything is going to be okay,” Wes added.
“I feel so guilty for what happened. How could I let my feelings get away from me and create such hate and discontent?” he asked rhetorically. “I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. Now I have the two of you involved in my shitty situation, and am even more embarrassed. Then what about the other guys? They’ll make fun of me for thinking I could convert a straight guy. I feel like shit, guys. I’m so embarrassed,” Tim replied.
“Don’t feel bad. That’s why you have a whole cadre of friends that are here to support you and each other, Tim. You’re good with us, and don’t let anyone tell you differently,” I assured him.
“Right now, I just want to disappear, never to be heard from again,” Tim said. At this point, I got up and hugged him.
“Tim, you’re still very important to all of us and to our organization. We have great things to do together now and especially in the future. You are part of our future. There will be many more guys in your life to love, so don’t fret any, as love will come. Concentrate on the future and the growth we need your help with achieving,” I told him.
Poor Tim seemed lost at the moment, but I was hoping a good night’s sleep and some friendly company would help cheer him up. Zach and Brady went over to the frat house, and brought back all Tim’s stuff in my old pickup, then brought it up to Dylan’s room for him. Tim was just stoic, showing no signs of energy or emotion at the moment. I felt terrible for him. He felt guilty and lost, all at the same time. I was a little concerned about him. Dylan tried to tease him some to get him going again, but with no luck. Right now, he just needed some alone time, time to think and readjust. Even Blake gave him a hug, telling him he was there for him. He’d never leave him, and was his brother for life. Tim didn’t resist Blake’s support, but showed no signs of joy for the offer either. Wes told him he was there for him also, if he needed him. I began to think this was going to be a long road to recovery from his huge letdown. I asked Tim if he wanted to join us for dinner, but he said he’d grab something in the apartment kitchen, as he’d rather be alone. I told Dylan to keep an eye on him to make sure he wasn’t too depressed that he might do something stupid. Dylan said he wouldn’t let anything happen to him for sure.
Wes decided to stay and join Blake, Jake and I with Kyle for dinner, anxiously awaiting to hear how his day went, and if he and Hal made any progress with the University. He seemed somewhat excited when he made it in. Kyle seemed anxious to share his story.
“So, spill. How did it go?” I asked. Kyle smiled, eager to share his good news.
“So, Hal and I met with Mr. Goodwin who is the director of the University’s facilities department. Mr. G said he was glad we had a plan, as the president was getting all kinds of heat from the board of regents, wanting some sort of plan to rescue the project. We asked him several questions as to what their budget was, as we’d try to improve upon it if we could. Mr. G said he could understand if we wanted to up the price after what happened to me, as that was about the most bizarre situation he had ever witnessed in his entire career,” Kyle informed us. “Anyway, from what he shared with us, Weinstein and Seward way overpriced what they were doing, saying they had over a million and a half dollars in the property, which now we know they didn’t have a cent invested at the time, but if they took into consideration the bank was owed $500,000, then they were clearing another one-million. Not a bad sum for doing absolutely nothing. Get this, Weinstein and Seward convinced them they had the property all locked up, and would convey title to the University on that Saturday. The paperwork was already reviewed by the University attorneys and presented to the president for his signature. All that had to be done was for the bank to finish up the paperwork that Saturday. They were going to have a signing ceremony right after the news conference. Mr. G said they were all completely shocked when Baxter read the judges decree of trespassing. He joked that the University president, the old fart, as he called him, almost pissed his pants. Then he said he came close. Oh, and he wanted documented proof that I still owned the property before we’d ever have one more meeting. He said, he wasn’t taking any chances. I guess I could see why,” Kyle stated.
“So it looks like you guys can possibly move forward?” I asked.
“Josh, I don’t see why not. Hal and I are going to review the building plans with Todd and Chad to investigate the construction costs. Mr. G gave us those today. Just from a square footage estimate for building costs for a building like that, I’d say W&S Construction was taking the University for a bundle. We’ll know for sure after Todd and Chad have a chance to cost it out. I did tell them we could save them considerable dollars on the land cost, as it wouldn’t be what W&S was charging. Mr. G seemed happy to hear that. We also told him, based on our quick and dirty review of the building plans, we thought we could save them considerable money there also, but we’d have to cost it out to see for sure. All in all, Mr. Goodwin seemed extremely happy. He’s going to get his project done after all, and for a significantly reduced cost. He said, as far as he was concerned, W&S were out of business with the University for a long time to come. That was music to my ears,” Kyle said, proudly.
“Guess what? Don’t know if you heard or not, but Hastings resigned today from the bank, at the board’s request, and Weinstein and Seward resigned as board members, also at the board’s request. Not a good day for the bad guys,” I chided. Kyle couldn’t believe it, saying he hadn’t heard that yet, but was tickled shitless to hear that great news. Kyle spent the rest of our dinner explaining the processes he had to go through to get to the starting point of building the new science center, but based on their discussions with Mr. G, it sounded like there wouldn’t be much, if any, delay in getting the building up and running from the original planning that took place with W&S. That made Kyle all the more excited. He could hardly contain himself.
“Looks like you just went from being broke to having a small fortune, Kyle,” I told him, patting him on the back. “Between what you’ll make on your land, the reasonable profits made on building the new science building, and whatever you get our of your damage suit from W&S, you’ll be sitting pretty, going high speed from rags to riches,” I chided. Kyle shook his head.
“All because of you, Josh. That’s all your doing. Had it not been for you and your team, I’d be penniless and out on the street. You saved my sorry ass, and loved me in the process. That’s something I can never forget and always be grateful for. I love you guys so much. I’m going to roll that capital back into Hals and my combined company, so we have plenty of working capital to work with and really grow our company. I see some great things in our future working with you guys, helping you grow and develop wherever you want to grow,” Kyle pledged. I had to give him a sideways hug at the table, making him smile all the more.
After dinner, we headed upstairs. Normally, Dylan would go with Kyle, Blake, Jake and me to Rod’s to work on the house, but we all seemed worn out and decided to forgo an evening of construction with our straight friends, who were still licking their wounds created by drunk women. I was sure they were the ones that needed to be swinging hammers tonight and not us.
Dylan was in his boxers playing video games in the living room, when Kyle, Wes, Blake, Jake and I came up from dinner. We stripped down to our briefs to get comfortable, as I asked Dylan how our boy was. “He’s in the bedroom sulking. I asked him if he wanted me to fuck him, but he said he didn’t care to ever get fucked again. I told him to give it a day, and then tell me if he felt the same way,” Dylan chided. I chuckled, knowing Dylan was just trying to make Tim smile. I asked Dylan if he’d checked on him. Dylan said he didn’t hear any screams so he assumed he was still okay. I shook my head, then got up to go check on him.
“Hey, I was just in there. I’m kidding. I find a reason to go to the room every 15 minutes to make sure he didn’t hang himself or take any poison. He was alive and well 10 minutes ago, at least. I don’t want to be too big a pest,” Dylan remarked.
Ethan and Dustin were just coming through the door to study, stripping off their clothes to their briefs in the living room, and setting up their laptops on the kitchen island. I had almost forgotten they were coming. Jake said he had some work to do and would work in the bedroom. Blake said he’d join Dustin and Ethan at the kitchen island to catch up on some reading since we weren’t working at Rod’s tonight. I asked Wes if he wanted to go with me to talk to Tim. Wes said, while he wasn’t excited about the thought, he guessed we should see if we could cheer him up some. Kyle said he’d hang out with Dylan until we got back, hoping Dylan could teach him some moves on his video games. I told him to watch out for Dylan’s moves with his other assets. Kyle got a kick out of that. Dylan just smiled and shook his head, telling Kyle, he could certainly educate him in the finer aspects of male sex, should he ever care to learn. Kyle told Dylan, he was almost afraid of what might happen there, not thinking he could handle it. Dylan just smiled from ear to ear, then handed him a game controller, telling Kyle he was about to get his ass whooped.
Wes and I knocked on Dylan’s room door, then let ourself in. Tim was laying on the bed in his briefs watching a little TV. He glanced up at us and sighed, as if he was dreading another round of upcoming questioning. “Hey, you doing okay, Tim?” I asked. He sat up a little on the bed, still looking depressed.
“Oh, I’ll live. I feel like shit and totally fucked up, but other than that, I’m here. Wes, I’m resigning from the Lacrosse team, so you need to tell coach, as I’m not going to practice next week. I know we’re done for this week, but I’m not going back. I’m done with all that. Harvey needs to be on the team, and we both can’t, so I’m resigning,” Tim announced to Wes.
“Okay, I understand, Tim. We’ll miss you, but if that makes you happy, then you need to do it,” Wes replied. Neither one of us tried to talk him out of it, knowing how painful it could be for Tim to have to deal with Harvey for anything anymore.
“Josh, I know you don’t want to hear this, but I want to quit school,” he said, getting emotional, and tearing up some. I sat down on the bed beside him and put my arm around him.
“Tim, you don’t need to do that. You’re a sophomore, hell almost a junior. You don’t want to quit now. We need you to have a degree to help us with the company when we graduate. Hell, it’s something we all agreed to do in order to fulfill the obligations of our stock ownership. You don’t want to quit now, Tim,” I argued, sympathetically.
“I’m such an idiot. I’ve embarrassed myself to no end. You warned me I might end up like this, and you were right. I fucked up terribly. I don’t know what I was thinking when I thought I could change Harvey for the better. It was stupid, just pure ignorance, is all it was,” Tim confessed. I side hugged him.
“You had an irresistible crush on a guy that had no hope to ever care about you the way you cared about him. Still, you opened your heart to him. He did say, at the beginning of your sexual relationship, that he felt close to you. Obviously, he cared about you deeply as a friend, but not someone to love the way you needed to be loved. I’d say, considering it was Harvey, you definitely made some progress. You probably touched him in ways you had no idea you did, Tim. I’m sure Harvey is as depressed as you are right now also. He just lost the only friend he had in this world. He couldn’t handle the sex between the two of you, but he loved you as his friend, I’m sure,” I said, trying to convince him. He listened, but I wasn’t sure if he believed me.
“Nice try, Josh, but you and I both know I’m permanently marked as a fool. No matter how much you guys say you care about me, and I know you do, honestly, I’ll always be the branded guy that made a fool of himself. I can’t hardly face Blake anymore. I know he says he’s there for me. You all do, but I know you all are thinking what an idiot I was for what happened. It won’t take a day for everyone in our brotherhood to know and feel sorry for me. I can’t live with that. I need a change, a very bold and big change,” Tim replied.
“What kind of change, Tim? Did you have anything in mind?” I asked, both Wes and I curious to know what he was thinking.
“I’d like to go to Ft. Lauderdale and live with Dad for the next few months, maybe. I need to get away from here and from the hurt I feel right now. Staying here will just make it worse. I’ve got to get away, and start new somewhere. You’re right, I need to graduate to fulfill my obligation to you and the company. You were kind enough to accept me into your business, and most of all, into your heart. I let myself down enough, and desperately don’t need to let you down, Josh. I’ll find another school and finish out my education, then start up again with you guys possibly, or just fade away somewhere,” Tim explained. I sighed.
“I understand about getting away from the hurt and embarrassment you feel, but don’t forget that you’ll hurt us by leaving. We care about you also, and don’t want you to leave us, Tim. What if we try to work out something a little different that might help you stay involved with us and, at the same time, help you get over everything else?” I asked.
“What would that be?” he asked, perking up some.
“What if you go to Ft. Lauderdale, enroll in the school Jason and Erin go to, while working with them at the two bars we own down there?” I asked. All of sudden I began to see life flow back into the boy. He really perked up.
“You’d do that for me?” he asked, somewhat excited. I smiled.
“Why not? I’m sure Erin and Jason would love you as much as we do, and you’d be a big help to them down there. Actually, you’d be a tremendous help. That allows you to continue your education, and fulfill the requirements of your stock ownership, should you decide to stay involved with the company and all of us that love you, Tim,” I replied, almost surprising myself, it sounded so good. Tim hugged me excitedly, then kissed me over and over. “That’s my guy,” I told him, patting him on the back as I hugged him tightly, while Wes looked on smiling, seemingly relieved we’d found a solution to Tim’s depression. “You have to promise me one thing, though, Tim,” I challenged him. He looked at me seriously. “You can’t fall in love with any reprobates or narcissists, only decent, loving guys that will deeply care about you,” I told him, making him smile.
“I should be so lucky,” he replied. “I couldn’t think of anything better. So, we’re good? This will work for all of us?” he asked. I smiled.
“I guess it will have to, although we’ll miss you terribly. I know Erin and Jason will love you just as much as we possibly could. You couldn’t find two more loving guys than them. Plus, they need the help, so they’d be glad to have you. I have to talk to Erin tomorrow anyway, so we’ll see what they can put together for you, school wise, and have you pick up there, where you left off here. You may lose some credits, transferring mid semester, but hopefully not much. You’ll just have to see what you can work out,” I replied.
“I can work on registration during Spring Break, and go right to work for Jason and Erin,” Tim said, somewhat excitedly. “Josh, this is great. I can’t tell you how much better I feel,” Tim added.
“Well, I’m sorry to see you go, Tim. You are a good friend and a good Lacrosse teammate. I’ll miss you, and the team will miss you,” Wes told him. Tim got up and hugged Wes for his thoughtful statement. “You know, I’m really starting to get into these hugs with all you guys. Don’t get your hopes up, as I still like girls, but it’s getting close to a tossup as far as caring for bro friends. I’m keeping my mancard, but I love the hugging and the closeness all of us share,” Wes commented, getting another tight hug from Tim.
“I’ll miss you too, Wes. You were my ally for a long time on the team and a great friend and frat brother. You, I’ll miss. Sorry I never got to experience with you what Leo does. I think that might have been nice,’ Tim commented.
“Hey, you’re not gone yet. There’s still time, if you’re so inclined,” Wes joked. Tim hugged him again.
“Can I tell Blake what I’m doing?” Tim asked me. I told him to knock himself out. He got up, then went to the kitchen to ask Blake to come into the room. Blake was just happy to see Tim excited for once. He blurted it right out. Blake looked concerned. “What’s wrong? I thought you’d be happy for me,” Tim told him.
“I was just really getting to know you, Tim. The more we were together, the more I cared about you. I lost you somewhere, and have always wondered if part of that was my fault. I was hoping over time, we’d become close again, and more fully know one another,” Blake told him. Tim hugged Blake.
“I liked you from the moment I met you at Dad’s. It was fate we met and got to know one another. And, as a result of our friendship, you found a whole new life that excited you. I have to admit, I was a little jealous of you, the way you just fell in love with all of us and the company. Then you ripped up your roots in Columbus, and moved out here to start all over again. That was fate also. Josh needed you. I could see that after you jumped right in and went to work. At least I did my part, introducing you to these great guys and them falling in love with you. I’d like to think I had a part in that,” Tim told him.
“Tim, I couldn’t love you anymore for what you did for me. That, I will never forget. You made my life wonderful as a result of our friendship. Plus, we have two dads to share, so we’re practically brothers in another sense than we are in this organization. You’ll always be my brother, a very special one at that. Besides, I’ll get to see you at holidays. And don’t go throwing any boyfriends in my face when I come to visit my dad, as you and I are sleeping together,” Blake warned Tim, jokingly. Tim hugged Blake again.
“I could sleep with you tonight, I guess, and let Dylan get his room back,” Tim suggested. Blake grabbed and hugged him, practically in tears, he was so happy to have Tim back with all of us again. Blake asked Tim what he was waiting for. The two took off to Blake’s bedroom and shut the door.
“Well, that went well,” I chided to Wes. Wes shook his head at me.
“You never cease to amaze me, Josh. You have a way with guys that no one else has. It’s because you genuinely care about all of us. That just doesn’t exist in that many places anymore. You are one of a kind, but one I want to always admire and respect for what you do and who you love,” Wes said, then hugged me. I enjoyed his hugs also.
“We could join Blake and Tim, I guess, and become even closer,” I chided. Wes laughed, but said not to tempt him, making me laugh.
We rejoined the guys at the kitchen island. I told Dylan he could have his room back as the coast was clear. “Finally,” he said. “So, what did you do with our masochistic brother?” Dylan asked.
I grabbed Jake from our bedroom, then Wes and I filled everyone in on what Tim wanted to do, and how we could arrange for it to happen. Ethan and Dustin had a million questions on why Tim wanted to leave us to go to Ft. Lauderdale. I explained the situation with Harvey was unbearable, and Tim was terribly embarrassed about not being able to change Harvey, and make him a better person. The tension between the two had become unbearable, and Tim felt the need to get away from Harvey and everything around us that reminded him of his unpleasantness. Wes, Jake and Kyle smiled, as I explained Tim’s situation to Ethan, Dylan and Dustin, knowing I cleaned up the explanation considerably.
“The dumb fuck fell in love with the asshole, and the asshole couldn’t love him back. Classic story,” Dylan said, shaking his head.
“Possibly something like that,” I partially admitted. “Still, he’s worn out, and just can’t cope with Harvey or anything that reminds him of Harvey. He’s decided he needs a change of scenery and a new start, kind of like a new start Blake had here with us,” I tried to explain.
“Gay dudes can’t make straight dudes love them. It doesn’t work. No offense, Wes, but you might love us in your heart, but it ain’t going to happen physically, to be meaningful anyway. Just not in the cards,” Dylan chided.
“Don’t be too sure of that, Dylan. You just never know. You may have caused my dick to stand up and take notice at times. I’m not so sure what you said is true,” Wes chided. Dylan broke out in smiles.
“Dude, you ever decide you want a piece of my ass, buddy, you’re on big time. I can make that dick of yours the happiest cock with the most intense orgasm you’ll ever have. That I can promise,” Dylan assured Wes, making Wes crack up.
“I’ll definitely keep that in mind, Dylan,” Wes replied.
“Why does Tim have to leave us, Josh? Can’t your psycho doctor friend fix his mind?” Dylan asked. I had to chuckle.
“You mean Dr. Wayne, the psychiatrist working with Cam and myself to fix Cam?” I asked him.
“Yeh, that one. The one that’s hot for his age, and has the hot banker boyfriend. Those boys have some nice asses, asses I wouldn’t mind tapping, given the chance,” Dylan replied. Again, he broke me up.
“He could definitely work with Tim, no doubt. But, if Tim wants a fresh start, and is in the company of Erin and Jason, who will definitely love him like we love him, I think he’ll be just fine. Plus, he’ll still be with Stoney Enterprises and a part of our brotherhood. I know Erin and Jason will love him as much as we love him. He’ll have our support through Jason and Erin. I trust those guys with everything I have,” I assured him. Dylan seemed to think that might work, but admitted he’d miss Tim, although not the way he’d been acting recently. Dylan couldn’t believe the way Tim ditched Blake for Harvey, who Dylan could never stand.
“I’d love to rip Harvey’s dick off, and stuff it up his ass, telling him he just fucked himself,” Dylan remarked, making us all smile.
“I doubt we’ll see much of Harvey after this,” I suggested. “I think Harvey will miss Tim, and wish he’d treated him better so he’d have at least one friend in this world,” I replied. Dylan said the possibilities of Harvey having friends was almost non-existent. All of us had to agree.
Dylan said, as much as he liked hanging out with us, he needed to get some shuteye, as he had to work tomorrow, then tomorrow night was game night, which required all of us to work our asses off tending bar. He was right about that.
“Oh, Tim is sleeping in Blake’s room tonight, and probably until he leaves us at the end of next week. And, you’re getting a roommate for tomorrow night, Erin’s brother Butch. Butch is straighter than straight, so if that’s too much for you to handle, I guess you could sleep with Jake and me. Erin hasn’t come out to his parents yet, so Butch has to think we’re all straight. From my brief experiences with him, he thinks he’s a ladies’ man, and a little on the arrogant side, a complete opposite from his sweet brother. Just do your best to tolerate him. We’ll make him wait tables during game night, then get rid of him around noon on Saturday, way before Gay Night starts. Can you help us out there?” I asked Dylan.
“Well, if he bends over in front of me and has a hot ass, I’m not sure if I can contain myself,” Dylan replied, making me cringe. Then he laughed, making the rest of us laugh. Ethan offered to let him bunk with them at the house, but I wasn’t sure if that was such a good idea, thinking I’d lose control of what he might be exposed to. Ethan happened to agree. I told them all we had to do our best to try to keep Erin’s secret, but I had instructed Erin, he had a duty to tell his parents and soon. Dylan said it was crazy to represent yourself to the ones you loved as someone you weren’t. I had to love him for that. Dylan hugged us all, before heading to bed. He told Wes, any time he was inclined, his ass was available to him. Wes always got a kick out of Dylan. Who didn’t?
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