The real Zack and Jay

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Lone Wolf

Zack and Jay​

Chapter 9​

Author: Lone Wolf​

Author’s note: I would like to dedicate this chapter to MLF , one of my readers. He has leukemia and will be starting chemotherapy soon. I hope you get better quickly, and I hope my story helps you through this tough time in your life.

Lone Wolf


I’m awakened by Shawn whining, not really crying yet, but getting there. I get up, grab my robe and take him down stairs to make a bottle. While sitting in the dimly lit living room I hear someone come down the stairs. I turn and see Jay coming towards us.

He says, “I missed you. Why didn’t you bring him back to bed and feed him there?”

“I didn’t want to disturb you.” I say. He sits down on the couch next to me and puts his arm around me. He places his head on my shoulder, and watches Shawn eat. I feel closer to him right this minute than I ever have, I can feel his love for both of us. Almost like it is permeating from every one of his pores. “I love you.” I tell him.

“I love you, too.” He whispers, turns and kisses me. I feel my cock grow just from his kiss. I spread my legs a little and my robe falls open. He looks down at my quickly growing cock and places his hand in my crotch. His touch is gentle and loving, but I feel a surge of energy pass from him to me and I become rock hard. While I finish feeding Shawn, he gets down on his knees between my feet and starts to suck my dick. I slide my ass out to the edge of the cushion so he has better access to my throbbing cock.

He repeatedly deep throats me, almost making me cum. I pull away from him and say, “You have to stop; we’re in the living room. I know my parents wouldn’t walk into our room when the door is closed without one of us telling them to come in. But somebody could walk in here at anytime. Let me take Shawn back to his room and we can finish in bed.”

Reluctantly, he gets up and sticks out his hand. I take it and he just about lifts me off the couch. He gives me a kiss and we head back up stairs. He goes into our room and I take Shawn back to his and quickly change his diaper and put him in his crib. When I get back to our room Jay is laying in bed naked. He is rock hard; and I can’t believe how much I want him. I crawl into bed and start sucking his cock. I blow him to just before he is about to cum and stop.

I move up the bed and kiss him. He sits up and gently pushes me back onto the bed. He moves around and starts sucking my cock again. As soon as his lips touch my dick I feel that same tingling in my cock as I do when he kisses me. He sucks and sucks my cock; it feels like he is trying to suck my prostate out of my dick. ‘God it feels so good. He is getting really good at giving head.’ I think to myself almost ready to blow my load in his mouth. Then he stops again. In my frustration of being so close and then deprived of the release for the second time I reach down and start jacking my cock.

He pushes my hand away, gets up on his knees by my side and pushes his cock towards my mouth. I take it in and suck as much of it down my throat as I can at this angle. After a few minutes he moans loudly. I pull off him and remind him, “Your parents are down stairs in the guest bedroom, and my parents are just down the hall. You have to be quiet.”

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it. This feels so good.” He says. I start sucking him off again and after a few more minutes he moans even louder. I shush him and turn a little in the bed so I can suck him better, and deep throat his cock. He yells, “I’m gonna cum.” I don’t even try to quiet him this time. I suck as hard and long as I can on his cock and with his first shot into my mouth he just about screams, “I’m cumming.” I take as much of his load into my mouth as I can. He just shoots so much; I can’t help but let it run out of my mouth and down my neck.

After a few minutes he recovers and moves back down to my cock. He sucks me all the way down his throat and a loud moan escapes me. I’m lost in the passion of the blow job. I forget where we are, and let out a very loud moan as he sucks me to orgasm. I yell, “Oh, my God!” as I fill his mouth with my cum. I feel jet after jet of cum leaving my cock and shooting into the back of his mouth. I hear him gag on the shear volume of cum I’m shooting. He has to pull off of me to swallow, but takes my cock right back in his warm mouth and holds me there while I finish. I moan loudly one last time as I come down from the high of the orgasm. He licks me clean and moves up to me and licks his cum from my face and neck into my mouth.

He finally has me cleaned up and kisses me. We lay in each others arms and kiss; recovering from the best blow jobs we have ever gotten. We fall asleep wrapped in each other’s arms.

I’m awoken in the morning by a knock on the door. I quickly grab the blankets and through them over us and say, “Come in.”

Mom comes into my room and says, “Zack, Jay we need to talk.”

I shake Jay awake and then say, “Mom what’s the matter?”

“I know you two are in love, but can you do me and your father a favor?” She asks.

“Anything; just name it.” I tell her.

“When you guys are making love; can you keep the noise down?” She says.

“You heard us?” Jay asks.

“I think the neighbors could hear you.” She says, smiling.

“Mom, we’re sorry. We will try to keep it down from now on. I know we got carried away last night, it’ll never happen again.” I tell her.

“Zack, there is nothing to be sorry for. Your father and I understand what it means to be in love and the want to show your love how you feel about them. That is a natural thing. And to be completely honest with you, it’s not the first time I’ve heard you having sex. I used to hear you and Josh all the time. I never told you, because I didn’t want you to become embarrassed. And try to hide the fact you guys were having sex and end up doing something, somewhere else, and getting caught and possibly in trouble. Like I said I know what it’s like. I just need you guys to keep it down while you’re here.” She lovingly tells us.

“We will try, Mom.” Jay says.

With tears in her eyes she moves towards him and gives him a kiss on the cheek, and says, “Thank you, Jay. You have no idea how you calling me Mom makes me feel. I love you guys.”

“We love you, too.” Jay and I say at the same time. She leaves and closes the door on her way out.

“You just made her day.” I tell Jay. “That was a really nice thing to say.”

“I’m in love with her son, we are married, and I love your parents almost as much as I love my own. She’s my mother-in-law; what else am I going to call her?” He asks.

Ignoring his question; I pull him to me and kiss him, sliding my tongue into his mouth. We make out for a while then get up and go take a shower together. After showering we head down stairs.

Dad is sitting at the kitchen table reading the morning paper and having a cup of coffee. He looks at us as we walk into the kitchen, “Somebody got lucky last night!” He says with a huge smile on his face. “And if I heard correctly it was more than one somebody.”

“Dad!” is all I can manage to say in my embarrassment.

“Zack there is nothing to be embarrassed about. What you guys did last night is natural. I think; unless you were doing something perverted.” He says with an evil grin on his face.

“Alright, I’m not having this conversation with my father; especially considering Jay and I are married.” I tell him, get up and give him a huge and kiss on the cheek. I know he is just picking on us.

“I’m sorry.” He says, and gives me and Jay both kisses and tells us he loves us before heading out for work.

After he leaves Jay says to me, “Well, this has been an interesting morning.” And he laughs. Then adds, “I’m sorry I got a little carried away last night.”

“Just don’t let it happen again while we are here.” I tell him sternly. “At school, you can make all the noise you want. I don’t care if our neighbors hear. If they hear enough of us making love, maybe we won’t have to listen to them argue. Maybe they’ll get the hint and start making love not war.”

“Hopefully!” He says. I hear Shawn crying and head up to get him as Jay’s parents come into the kitchen. I tell them good morning and run up the stairs to get Shawn. Mom is coming from his room as I walk down the hall. She hands him to me and goes back to her and Dad’s room to get ready for work. I take Shawn down stairs and feed him his breakfast cereal. He still isn’t used to eating off of a spoon yet, but he tries. I think he ends up wearing more of the cereal than he gets into his stomach. It’s actually funny watching him try to suck the cereal off the spoon.

Jay’s parents head back to the guest room to get dressed after they have eaten breakfast. When they are gone I ask Jay, “Did they hear us, too?”

“If they did, they didn’t say anything. And to be completely honest, I don’t think they would have said anything even if they did hear us.” He replies.

“Great!” is all I can say through my embarrassment. My parents have had years getting used to the idea that I am gay. Jay’s have only had nine months. Now in an unfamiliar place they probably hear their son making love to another guy; just what I need, his parents to hate me.

Mom comes into the kitchen and gets herself a cup of coffee and sits down next to me at the table. We chat while she eats a plate of eggs and bacon and a couple pieces of toast. She doesn’t mention us waking them up again, thank God. She then leaves for work, leaving us with Jay’s parents. We ask them what they want to do today, and they say; they don’t want to do anything except get to know me better. I tell them that would be great and to ask anything.

They ask a bunch of questions and I answer them the best I can. It is still hard sometimes to talk about myself. But I think I do a good job. Jay offers a little more information when he can to help out. But the day goes great, they never once mention that they had heard us last night, but I think they did. Two almost seventy year old people hear their twenty-one year old son getting a blow job from his almost nineteen year old husband. What a vacation they must be having.

We spend the whole day talking; around one I ask them what they would like to eat for their last night here. They say they really don’t care. So we leave Shawn with them and Jay and I run to the store to pick up some things so we can make them a special dinner. On the way I ask Jay what they would like, trying to plan out what we’ll need at the store. He says that they’ll eat just about anything, and they’ll probably love anything, as long as it’s hot. No help there. We walk around the store looking for something special to make them. I finally decide on New York strip steaks, coleslaw, a couple vegetables and home made French fries for Jay.

We head back home and I start making the coleslaw, cutting the cabbage into chunks and running it through the food processor. I peel a couple of carrots, shred them, and mix them into the cabbage. I make a homemade sauce from a recipe that used to be my grandmothers and pour it over the cabbage and carrots. Then put it into the fridge to marinate. I make a dry rub from ground black pepper, a few spices, and meat tenderizer and rub it into the steaks and put them into the fridge to soak in the flavor of the spices and pepper.

Around five thirty I start washing and cutting the potatoes for the french fries. Jay comes in and asks if I need any help. I tell him, “No, go spend time with your parents.” He gives me a kiss, thanks me, and heads back into the living room. I get the deep fryer out when I have all the potatoes washed and cut and start cooking them around quarter after six. When my parents get home Dad cooks the steaks on the grill and I heat up the vegetables. We all sit down and eat. Shawn sitting in his highchair, between Jay and me, is chewing on a teething biscuit. He is so damn cute smearing the gooey paste of the biscuit all over his face.

After dinner I take him upstairs and give him a bath. He just loves baths. Laying there kicking his feet and splashing water every where. He has remnants of the teething biscuit in his hair, smeared up to his elbows, and all over his little chest. I wash him up, and then take him into his room to get him ready for bed. We head back down stairs and spend the evening with Jay’s parents. It has been a very good day; I realize I too love his parents almost as much as I love my own. They are great people and have raised an even greater son.

The following day Jay and I take his parents to the airport. Mom takes the morning off from work to watch Shawn. We say our goodbyes at the security check point again, and head back home. When we get there Jay asks me, “So your birthday is tomorrow, what do you want to do?”

“Something I haven’t done since Josh died. I want to go horse back riding.” I tell him. “Josh and use to go all the time together. But when then he got busy with football and me with karate, we tried to go at least once a month. I still have a membership to the stable we went to. Is that all right with you?” I ask him.

“I’d love to. It’s been a long time since I was on a horse. But what are we going to do about Shawn?” He asks me.

“Mom and Dad usually don’t go into work on my birthday. So they can watch him. Hang on let me ask Mom.”

I go into the home office that her and Dad share and ask her, “Mom, do you have anything planned for tomorrow?”

“No, I was thinking about just having a nice dinner and cake here. Why?” She asks.

“Jay wanted to know what I wanted to do tomorrow, and I thought we might go horse back riding.” I tell her.

“That’s fine, your father and I can watch Shawn. You two go and spend the day together. We’ll have dinner ready when you get back.” She says. I thank her and head back into the kitchen to tell Jay. I call the stable and reserve two horses for us and set up a time to be there.

We spend the rest of the day hanging out with Shawn. He is sleeping a lot less now and is really starting to become more aware of his surroundings. He loves watching colorful toys that are moved around in front of him. He’ll reach out and try and grab them, but his hand-eye coordination still needs to develop a little more. He has grown so much; about three inches and gained about ten pounds since we got him. He is becoming more and more handsome every day. I love him so much.

The next morning I wake up to Jay sucking my cock. At first I’m not sure what is going on and try to push him away. But then realize what is happening and let him be. He really is becoming really good at it. It doesn’t take him long to make me cum. I am very careful not to make any loud noises this time. I don’t need a repeat of the other day.

When I’m finished he slides up the bed and lies next to me. He forces his arm under my neck and pulls me to him. He kisses me and says, “Happy Birthday. I love you.”

“I love you, too.” I tell him, and try to move down the bed so I can suck him off too.

But, he wraps his arms around me and holds me and says, “No. Today is all about you.” He holds me and I can feel his love radiate out of his body. Laying there, wrapped in his arms, I feel like I can’t be any happier then right now. We spend the next hour or so just holding each other, not talking, just being together in our love.

I hear my parents walk past the door on their way down stairs so we get up and get dressed. Jay goes and checks on Shawn as I go down stairs. Mom and Dad are already making breakfast when I get there. They tell me to sit down they have everything covered. Mom finally looks up from the stove and they say, “Happy Birthday, honey!” together.

I thank them. Jay comes into the kitchen carrying Shawn. He places him in his highchair and goes to make his cereal. I sit there and watch Jay try and feed him, I can’t help but laugh at the mess they are both making. I can tell Jay is getting upset, so I help him out. I show him how I feed him and it goes a lot better.

Mom and Dad have breakfast done and bring plates for all of us to the table. After eating Jay and I take Shawn upstairs to give him a bath. Of course Jay has to do it. He won’t let me do anything. He washes him up, dries him off, and gets him dressed. Finally I’ve had enough and say, “Why are you doing this?”

“Doing what?” He asks.

“Why won’t you let me help with him? He’s our son.” I tell him.

“Today is your birthday. I don’t want you to have to do anything. I want to do everything. You are the one that takes care of him the most. The least I can do, is give you your birthday off.” He tells me.

“Jay, I love taking care of him and you. I don’t feel obligated. I do it because I want to. I love both of you and want you guys to be happy.” I say.

“We are happy. Please let me take care of him this morning. When we get back from the stable you can do whatever you want. But this morning leave everything to me. Ok?” He says.

“Alright, but you just remember this on your next birthday.” I tell him. “You won’t be lifting a finger the whole day.” I pull them both into a hug and Jay gives me a kiss.

Later on we leave for the stable, Jay not letting me do anything around the house. He even tried doing some of our laundry. Thank God Mom was there to help him out. I really have to work with him on some things. His mom did everything for him growing up and he never had to learn how to take care of himself. I don’t know how he made it through the first two years of college on his own. I can’t believe he didn’t walk around with pink socks and underwear the way he tried doing the wash. He just threw whatever into the washing machine.

When we get to the stable, Beth the owner meets us in the parking lot. She gives me a hug and says how sorry she was after hearing about Josh. I thank her and introduce her to Jay and tell her that we are married and have a five month old son at home, explaining about Jay’s brother and sister-in-law dying and them giving Shawn to us to raise. She says, “Boy you have had a busy year. After going through what you did with Josh and then all of that. How did you make it through it in one piece?”

“With Jay’s help and love; and of course my parents have been really good about everything. I don’t know where we would be without them.” I tell her.

“Come on, I’ve got your horses ready. Are you planning on riding out onto the old path like you and Josh used to?” She asks.

“Yeah, it’s just so beautiful and quiet out there. I never understood why more people didn’t go out that way.” I tell her.

“Well, actually they still don’t. We keep it maintained, but most people just like staying close by. I think they are afraid of getting lost.” She says.

We walk around behind the barn and standing there, already saddled, are two huge pure white stallions. They look so beautiful. I ask her, “When did you get these guys?”

“About six months ago. Do you like them?” She asks.

“Yes, they are the most amazing looking horses I’ve ever seen. What kind are they?” I ask her.

“They are Lipizzan Stallions. When born they are jet black, then around three years of age turn snow white like this. They are usually bred for and used in circuses and other shows. They are very powerful jumpers and are trained for a long time before being used in shows. They almost dance around the arena. It is awe inspiring to watch.” She explains.

“I’d love to see that someday.” Jay says.

Me too.” I add. She asks Jay if he has ever ridden before and he tells her yes. But it has been a long time. She gives him a few pointers and then has him get on the horse and watches him for a few minutes. Then says that we should be alright, Jay seems to remember everything about horse back riding.

“How long do you think you guys will be out?” She asks.

“I don’t know. Is that old gazebo still out there by the edge of the meadow?” I ask her.

“Yes it is. Thinking about taking a break there?”

“Yeah; maybe sit and take in the view. I love that spot, you can see for miles down into the valley below. Josh and I used to sit out there for hours talking and looking out over the valley.” I tell her.

“Ok, I’ll see you guys when you get back.” She says and heads into the barn. I mount my horse and we head out onto the trails with Jay following me. We ride for a while then turn off on a trail that has been well maintained but you can tell it doesn’t get much use. After about an hour we come to the gazebo and dismount; tying the horses’ bridal reins to a post and taking a seat on one of the benches.

I look over at Jay and can sense something is wrong. I ask him, “What’s the matter?”

“Nothing.” He says in a tone I can tell that something is wrong.

“Jay, please tell me what is bothering you.”

After a few minutes he says, “Ok, it seems every time we do something together, you’ve already done it with Josh. You constantly bring him up, or talk about him, or are reminded about him. It just upsets me you can’t forget him.” He says almost crying.

“Jay, he was my first love. I will never forget him. And that is only made worse by the fact that he killed himself. I can’t and won’t forget him. I will always love him. But I can tell you, I love you more then I loved him. You and Shawn mean the world to me.”

“I’m sorry; I guess I’m just jealous of his memory. I know you love me, but I can’t stop thinking what if he hadn’t killed himself. Where would that leave us? What had you two planned on doing when he was at UCLA and you were at Harvard? Would we have had the opportunity that we did? Would we have become such good friends and then fallen in love? Would you have been able to break through the walls that I had built around my heart? Would you have been able to make me realize that I am gay?” He says now crying.

“Jay; do you believe we are soul mates, like I do?” I ask him compassionately.

“Yes, I do.” He says.

“If you truly believe we are soul mates, then you have to believe in fate and destiny; right?”

“Yeah, I guess so. Why?”

“Because; if we are soul mates, then Josh was destined to commit suicide. So I would be free to help you become the man you are now. I was destined to help you come out. Shawn and Sue were destined to die in that car accident. Shawn was destined to come to us and we were destined to get married and raise him as our son. Our lives were written a long time ago. Everything that has happened to us has happened for a reason. And that reason is fate.

“I’m sorry I talk about Josh all the time, but that is the only way I know how to remember him and keep him in my heart where he belongs.” I explain to him.

“I’m sorry.” He says after thinking about what I said for a few minutes.

“You have nothing to be sorry for. I am your first and only love; you can’t possibly know what it is like trying to replace someone in your heart. Especially when they were taken from you the way Josh was taken from me. Imagine how you would feel if you met a guy and loved him like you loved your brother. Do you think you could push your brother out of your heart to make room for him?”

“No. I would have to make room for him without loosing my love for my brother.” He says.

“See; it’s the same thing for me. Only the love I feel, we feel, is different,” I tell him.

“Ok, I see your point. I do love you.” he says finally looking at me.

“I know. I love you, too.” I tell him and put my arm around him and pull him into me.

He turns and kisses me on the cheek. He finally looks out over the meadow and down into the valley below. “This is a beautiful spot. I can see why you and Josh liked coming up here. I could sit here for hours and never get tired at looking at this. Have you done any paintings of this view?” He asks.

“One; I gave it to Josh. When he died, his parents tried giving it back, but I wouldn’t take it. They have it hanging over their fireplace in their family room. It’s the biggest painting I’ve ever done; four feet long and about two and a half feet tall.” I stand and move a little to the side and point down into the valley, “Do you see that huge tree down there?”

He stands to see where I’m pointing then says, “Yes.”

“That tree was the focal point of the painting, it is dead center and you can see about half the valley in it. I took the pictures for the painting from over at the top of the meadow looking down into the valley.” I tell him.

“God I wish I could paint like you can.” He says as he moves back to the bench and sits back down. I sit back down next to him and he places his arm around me and pulls me towards him. I rest my head on his chest and let myself melt into him. We sit there and hold each other for about an hour, not talking; just holding each other and basking in our love. It is probably the best birthday present he could have given me; his love and understanding.

We finally get up and as we are walking back to the horses he pulls me into a hug and kisses me on the lips; there’s that tingle again. He whispers into my ear, “I love you and will always love you.”

“I love you.” I whisper into his ear. We pull apart and get back on the horses. And head back to the trail and make our way back to the stable.

When we enter the barn yard Beth almost instantly appears and helps us remove the saddles and then asks us to take the horses into the barn so the grooms can brush them down and get them into their stalls. She heads over to another shed and gets one of the hands to clean and put the saddles away. We ask her how much we owe her and she says, “Nothing, Happy Birthday Zack.”

“I can’t believe you remembered!” I tell her.

“Actually, I knew it was towards the end of June, but I had to pull your file to get the exact date. When I saw today was your birthday; I decided I wasn’t going to charge you.” She says.

“Thanks; I knew there was a reason I liked coming here.” I tell her with a big grin on my face. She smiles and comes to me and gives me a hug.

When she releases me she says, “Now go on, get out of here before I change my mind and charge you double.” She lovingly tells us. We thank her again and head back home.

When we get there Mom and Dad have dinner just about done and Shawn is sitting in his highchair chewing on a teething biscuit. When he sees us he lets out a squeal and smiles at us. He holds out his hands to me asking me to pick him up. I remove him from his seat and hold him to me. He smears the whole front of my shirt with the gooey mess of the teething biscuit. I look down at him and it is like he trying to give me a hug, telling me he missed me; his head lying on my chest. He finally sees Jay standing next to us and reaches for him. Jay takes him and Shawn lays his head on Jay’s chest like he had done to me. He is a very loving baby, just like his two daddies.

After dinner we give Shawn a bath together, sharing the bond that is created during such a private time with a baby, washing him, drying him, and dressing him for bed. We take him back down stairs and Jay makes him a bottle. I feed him and Jay holds me as I hold Shawn. The three of us are surrounded in an envelope of love. After a while my parents give me my birthday present. I hand Shawn to Jay, and then I carefully remove the wrapping paper and open the box. Inside I find countless tubes of oil paints; a set of paint brushes that I know cost over two hundred dollars. I’ve actually been considering buying a set but couldn’t see spending that kind of money on paint brushes, but they are well worth every penny. They are hand made from horse hair. Also, they give me a double roll of canvas, and a brand new pallet.

With tears in my eyes I tell them thank you and give them a hug. Then Jay hands me a small box and I open it. It contains two gold chains with a half of a heart and a small key on each; one of the ‘who holds the key to your heart’ sets. I love them. They are not one of the cheap ones I can tell just by the quality of the work. He tells me he had them made and engraved. Mine says ‘To Zack, with all my love, Jay’. His says, ‘Zack, you hold the key to my heart’. I but mine on and then put his on him. I give him a passionate kiss and thank him.

This has been the best birthday of my life. Thanks to the man I love and my parents. I will never forget this day. Later in bed Jay says to me, “I want to make slow passionate love to you.” He slowly kisses me and then gradually makes his way down my neck to my chest. He kisses my entire chest, sucking and nibbling on each nipple. I love it so much when he does that, it just turns me on so much. I feel his hand slide down my chest and stomach until he comes to a stop just above my cock. I try to slide up into his hand but he pulls it away slightly. “Not say fast.” He says through his kisses. He slowly makes his way further down and kisses my abdomen, and licks at my belly button. Finally he is at the top of my pubic hair and slowly and deeply inhales my natural scent. He let’s out a deep moan of true ecstasy and finally touches my rock hard cock. He slowly licks around my cock head and then down my shaft. He works his way to my balls and sucks one into my mouth. He rolls it around with his tongue and sucks on it gently and lovingly.

He tries to take both into his mouth but they just won’t fit. He let’s the first pop from his mouth then sucks the other into his warm wet mouth. We rolls it around his mouth for a while then gradually licks his way up my cock were he deep throats me in one motion. I almost loose it right there. I want him so bad, “Fuck me, please.” I quietly moan. He keeps sucking me for a few minutes, then lifts my legs and rims me. His tongue licking and flicking at my asshole, he then fucks me with it. I reach down between my upturned legs and run my hands through his hair. He is driving me crazy with lust. I want to feel his huge cock in my ass. He continues driving his tongue deep into my nether regions driving me insane with lust.

“Fuck me, now.” I tell him as lovingly as I can through the lust and want to cum. He finally pulls his tongue from my wanting hole and kisses his way back up my horny body. When he reaches my mouth he kisses me as he slides his cock into my wet and hungry hole. I have o break the kiss as he fills me up. My head tips back as far is it will go and I inhale through clenched teeth. He feels so damn good in my ass. I moan softly in my passion. I hear him take a deep rapid breath as I tighten down my asshole clamping it on his cock. He lets it out slowly as he withdraws his cock from me and then slides it all the way back in. “Oh, my God.” I moan. “You feel so good in me.” I tell him.

“He slowly and passionately makes love to me; slowly and deliberately pulling all the way out of me before ramming his cock home. With each thrust hitting my prostate and accentuating the feeling and passion. I can hardly take it any long. I can feel my orgasm building in the pit of my stomach and can actually feel my balls pulling up into my groin as my cock stretches and hardens with the coming orgasm. I can feel Jay’s dick lengthen and swell with his. He makes one more deep hard thrust into me; and we both cum at the same time. Our breathing rapid and labored in each others ears as he collapses on top of me; his cock still in my ass, mine spurting cum all over both of our stomachs.

He recovers from his orgasm and slowly moves down me and licks my stomach and cock clean. He licks up every drop of my cum that he can find. He finally flops down on the bed next to me and I take charge of cleaning him up. I can’t believe how much of my cum he has all over his stomach I lick just about every square inch of his beautiful abs. My cum mixed with his sweat is almost intoxicating to me and before I know it I am hard again.

I lick my way down his lower abs to his cock and balls. I lick his remaining cum from his dick and then slowly move down to his balls. He spreads and lifts his legs giving me access to his huge balls and the area between them and his asshole. He pulls me over on top of him and starts sucking my cock again in a sixty-nine. I lift his legs higher so I can reach his asshole. I bury me head in his ass as I rim him, getting him ready for me to fuck him. The whole time he has been deep throating me and is quickly bringing me to another orgasm. I feel the constant flow of pre-cum leaking from my cock into his mouth. He keeps moaning around my cock and then purrs like a cat with my dick in his throat. It feels so wonderful, I almost cum right then.

I carefully get off him and move around the bed and place his legs on my shoulders and guide my cock to his awaiting hole. He takes a deep breath of ecstasy as I stretch him open and he accepts my cock. I fuck him for as long as I can, which isn’t very long considering the blowjob he was just giving me. I cum another river and collapse exhausted on top of him. After awhile, when I can finally move, I pull my spent and used cock from his hole and move down him to finish him off. I take his cock into my ass and deep throat him in one swift motion. He gently grabs a handful of my hair and holds onto it as I suck him to another orgasm. During the throws of passion as the orgasm over takes him he pulls hard on my hair. I have to pry his fingers open to get away from him.

Once the orgasm has passed he pulls me to him and hugs me, saying, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“It’s ok. I know. I love you.” I tell him.

“I love you, too.” He says and we fall asleep in each others arms.

 

[hardreader]

What a wonderful birthday. I want one just like that! Nicely told. Very hot!

 

[polarnyc]

“Because; if we are soul mates, then Josh was destined to commit suicide. So I would be free to help you become the man you are now. I was destined to help you come out. Shawn and Sue were destined to die in that car accident. Shawn was destined to come to us and we were destined to get married and raise him as our son. Our lives were written a long time ago. Everything that has happened to us has happened for a reason. And that reason is fate.

So romantic! Thank you for another yet wonderful chapter. I really made me wanna ride a horse to that beautiful spot myself and rest my head on Jay's chest for hours Oh and thanks for the cooking recipes too! I'm gonna try some!

 

[keigan86]

I love the new chapter as always and cant wait for the next!!!!!

 

[harry113]

Thanks lonewolf.
Beautiful birthday!!
More please
Harry

 

[kk-lonewolf-37]

What a wonderful birthday. I want one just like that! Nicely told. Very hot!

HR, Thanks. I would too. I think everyone would.

“Because; if we are soul mates, then Josh was destined to commit suicide. So I would be free to help you become the man you are now. I was destined to help you come out. Shawn and Sue were destined to die in that car accident. Shawn was destined to come to us and we were destined to get married and raise him as our son. Our lives were written a long time ago. Everything that has happened to us has happened for a reason. And that reason is fate.

So romantic! Thank you for another yet wonderful chapter. I really made me wanna ride a horse to that beautiful spot myself and rest my head on Jay's chest for hours Oh and thanks for the cooking recipes too! I'm gonna try some!

Polarnyc, I would love to ride out there too. Hope you enjoy the food.

Great chapter Lonewolf. I agree with HR, I wish I had that on my birthday and a birthday like that would be amazing. More please.

Matt, Thanks I just had to make it a special day.

I love the new chapter as always and cant wait for the next!!!!!

Keigan "MLF", Thank you and I hope you get better soon. Hope the chemo goes well once it starts.

Thanks lonewolf.
Beautiful birthday!!
More please
Harry

Harry, Thanks

I really appreciate everyone's comments. Keep them 'cummimg' and don't forget to rate the thread if you like my story.

Happy Fourth of July to everyone. Have a safe and happy holiday.

Lone Wolf

 

[kk-lonewolf-37]

Zack and Jay​

Chapter 10​

Author: Lone Wolf​

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Lone Wolf



In the morning I’m awoken by Jay getting out of bed. “What time is it?” I ask him still half asleep.

“It’s six o’clock.” He says.

“What the hell are you doing up at this time of day?” I ask him.

“Well, I haven’t been doing any workouts since quitting football and thought I would start training again. I don’t want to end up a fat old man.” He says with a smile.

“Jay, you will never be fat to me. And besides you haven’t gained any weight since you quit football. You look perfect to me.”

“Actually, I have gained about ten pounds. It must be your great cooking. I know you wouldn’t care if I gained a hundred, but it’s how I see myself that bothers me. I think I look fat. I can’t explain it, I know I’m not. It’s just how I see myself.” He says.

“Jay, how can a guy that looks like you have a self image problem?” I ask him.

“It’s because of my problem I look the way I do. When I was younger I thought I looked really fat. I talked to Shawn about it and then my parents. They sent me to a counselor and he helped me a lot. I will always have a problem with the way I think I look, but he helped. I think that’s how I started being interested in becoming a counselor. He helped me; I want to repay him by helping someone else. The one thing he told me that I remember to this day is that if I don’t like the way I look do something about it. So I started doing extra workouts on my own away from the rest of the team. It took about a year, but eventually, when I looked in the mirror I liked what I saw. Well I’ll be back in about an hour. I’m going for a run.” He says and leans over me and gives me a kiss.

“Hang on. Let me get dressed and I’ll come with you.” I tell him.

“Zack you don’t have to do that. It’s my problem; I have to work on it by myself.” He says with a frown on his face.

“Jay! Why do you have such a hard time letting me help you with or through your problems?” I ask him tenderly.

“Because I’m the psychology major, I’m the older one. I should be helping you with yours.” He says.

“Stop it. I love you and will do anything for you. Even if that means getting up at six and going for a run with you, working out with you in the basement. Anything!” I tell him.

“Ok, I’m sorry. You can come with me, but only if you want to. I won’t make you come, but if you want to I won’t stop you.” He tells me and leans over the bed and gives me another kiss. I get up, open a drawer of my dresser and grab a jock strap and put it on. “You really should start wear those more often, it really accentuates your positive features.” He says, checking out my ass. Then I open another and pull out a jogging outfit. And put it on. I love the feeling of the light silky material rubbing against my body. When I first started running to increase my endurance for karate at Mark’s request, I would get really horny while feeling the fabric slide on my skin.

I go into my parents’ room and wake Mom just to let her know we are going for a run so she can listen for Shawn if he wakes before we got back. We head down stairs and out into the cool morning air. We start out by doing a few warm up stretches, and then start jogging slowly at first. I let him set the pace, staying at his side the whole time. After about ten minutes he stops and goes through another series of more complex and longer stretches. He tells me that a lot of injuries that happen to runners is that they stretch before running when their muscles are cold, not realizing they are doing more damage then good.

After about another ten minutes we start. Again I let him set the pace. It’s a lot faster then I’m used to, but keep up with him for awhile. He asks me a question and when I don’t answer him he looks over at me and notices I’m having trouble keeping up. He slows a bit and lets me catch my breath. “Sorry for pushing you so hard. I didn’t even realize you were having so much trouble keeping up. I’ll take it easier on you for a few days. But I can tell it won’t take long and you will be able to keep up with me with no problems.”

“I’m sorry I’m slowing you down. You can run by yourself if you want. I didn’t think you would be running that fast. I thought you were just going for a short jog.” I tell him still trying to catch my breath.

“You don’t need to apologize. I have been doing this for almost eight years. I’m used to running by myself and just forgot that you haven’t been running that much or for that long. I’m sorry.” He says and slows and stops for a minute or two letting me catch my breath. Once I recover he leans into me and gives me a kiss. And we start again. After about another half hour I can feel a cramp growing in my side, I place my hand over it and push trying to relieve some of the pain.

Jay notices almost at once and tells me to just push through it we’re almost done. I’ve been concentrating so hard on my breathing and keeping up with him that I hadn’t even realized that we were only about five blocks from home. I keep pushing forward. God I don’t know how I ran the way I did last fall, I can’t even imagine how far I had run or how fast. I can’t believe I don’t even remember if I got a stitch in my side like I have now. How could I not recall it? From the way I looked and felt I know I must have had one.

About two blocks from home Jay slows more and we start our cool down; finishing up at the drive way at a fast walk. When we finally stop I immediately double over from the cramp in my side breathing heavily. Jay comes to me and tells me to stand up straight. I do as he asks and he places his hand on my side where the cramp is. His hand feels like molten steel on my skin and the heat eases the cramp away. I finally catch my breath and ask what he just did to me. “It’s a little technique my coach taught me. You take your hands and rub them together as hard and fast as you can, generating heat from the friction. It’s the same as using a heating pad for cramps; just you don’t need any electricity.” He says.

We head inside and find Mom and Dad up and making breakfast. We tell them we will be right back down and head upstairs and take a quick shower together. After getting dressed I go and check on Shawn and find him awake lying in his crib. “Good morning, little man.” I say to him as I walk up to him. He turns and looks at me and smiles. He holds his hands up to me and I reach down and pick him up. He snuggles into my chest like he is giving me a hug. “Did you miss me?” I ask him. He looks up at me and smiles as if he understands, but I know he doesn’t.

I head back down stairs and sit at the table with him. Dad hands me a bunch of papers and explains that Jay and I need to fill them out so Jay and Shawn can be put on my health insurance. He says that he and Mom will continue paying the premiums; we will just need to pay the co pays.

“Guys, we can afford to pay the premiums for it. You don’t have to pay them.” I tell them.

“It’s fine, it’s not that much more, and besides with us paying it we actually get a discount through the HMO because I own the company. And we will continue paying it for you until you’ve graduated and find a job.” Dad says.

We thank them and after breakfast we fill out the papers and have them ready for Dad when he leaves for work so he can turn them into the HMO and we can get our new cards. Later, Jay calls the Social Security helpline and has his name changed on his account. They tell him that they will need a copy of the marriage license when we get it. And he should have is new card a few weeks after that. Later he calls the DMV about changing his name on his driver’s license and they tell him they will need a copy of our marriage license and he will have to come in and fill out a few forms so he can have his name changed and get a Pennsylvania driver’s license.

“Jay; are you sure you want to change your license from Colorado to Pennsylvania?” I ask him.

“Yes, this is my home now. I can’t see us traveling all the way out to Colorado every break. So we might as well make our home here. Mom and Dad have already told me that their home is my home and I feel comfortable here. I want to do this; for you and them.” He says.

“How do you think your parents will take it?” I ask him.

“They will understand; I know them. They will just want me to be happy, and I am.” I say.

We spend the day together with Shawn. We take him to the park for a while and swing him in a baby swing, he loves it. He giggles and smiles the whole time. We head back home and lay him down for a nap. He falls asleep almost instantly.

The next day Jay wakes me at six again and says today is weight training. We head down to the basement and into the home gym. He walks me through his workout and tells me how many reps he does in each position and how much weight. I tell him I don’t think I can lift as much as him, but I should be able to handle the workout. By the time we are done after he pushes me to lift the most I can in each position I can hardly raise my arms. He says it will get easier as time goes by and the soreness means I’m doing it right. That evening he tells me it is time to do sit ups. He has me hold his feet as he does about a hundred and fifty sit ups. I manage to do about a hundred and feel like my abdominal muscles are on fire when I’m done.

Over the next few weeks we alternate running and weight training every other day. Taking a break from both on Sunday; allowing our bodies to recoup and are muscles to regenerate. It gets easier to keep up with him on our runs. And I find that over the few weeks I can do more reps in each position and it’s getting easier. I don’t feel as sore when we are done. I tell this to Jay and he says that he thinks I’m ready to add more weight during our workouts. I tell him I’m not sure but if he is, I agree.

I can already see a difference in my muscle tone and notice my clothes are fitting slightly different. They are tighter in some areas and loose in others. I can’t believe that only in a few weeks I can see a difference. When we are naked together Jay tells me he can see and feel the difference too. And he loves the changes I am showing. He tells me I’m getting hotter by the day and he is proud of me for sticking with it through the initial pain and soreness.

Towards the middle of July we go to the local county fair and walk around looking at the animals and exhibits. Letting Shawn pet a few at a small petting zoo set up for the kids. He seems scared at first but quickly warms up to the animals and by the time we are ready to move on he starts crying because he doesn’t want to leave the animals.

We come across a large tent with a sign outside that says fortune telling on it. Jay looks at me and asks if I want to go in. He explains that his mom is into such things and he would like us to get a reading together. I skeptically agree and we head in. It is dark inside and I can smell incense burning. After a minute or two my eyes adjust to the lack of light and see an old women sitting behind a table in a gypsy costume. She tells us to have a seat. I remove Shawn from his stroller and sit, holding him on my lab. Jay sits next to me.

She asks us a few general questions and then pulls out a deck of tarot cards. She shuffles them and has Jay cut them. She then turns to me and starts flipping cards. She explains what each card means as she flips it. When she is done she looks at us and says. Congratulations on your recent wedding. As I don’t believe in this sort of thing I think to myself, ‘She could have noticed our rings, that doesn’t mean anything.’

Then she says, “You have a wonderful, loving, and intelligent son. He will go far in life and become very successful in his choice of career.” ‘Ok that one is harder to explain, but she could just have guessed correctly that he is our son.’ I think to myself. Then she turns to Jay and says, “You will become a highly sought after counselor and help many people come to terms with who they are.” ‘There is no way she could know Jay is a psychology major and wants to become a counselor.’ I think. ‘This is getting really weird.’

She turns back to me and says, “You will become a world renowned photographer and painter. Your paintings will sell for a considerable amount at shows the world over.”

“Ok, enough of this. How do you know all of this about us?” I ask her.

“I am a psychic and have the gift. What I tell you will happen. I am never wrong. You all will become known all over the country and you the world over for what you can do with a camera and paintbrush.” She says looking directly into my eyes.

I feel something pass between us as she is looking into my eyes. Her head falls forward and she seems to slightly moan as her chin lies on her chest. After a few minutes she lifts her head and says to us, “You will have someone enter your lives soon and she will give you a gift of another son.” Her voice sounds different than it had before.

I look at Jay and he slowly looks at me and then back at her and asks, “You’re sure about that?” She nods her head. “How soon?” Jay asks.

“Within the next year and a half.” She says. Then she shakes her head as if trying to clear it. She looks at both of us and repeats, “I am never wrong.” Her voice back to normal.

Confused I stand and ask her how much we owe her. She says that there will be no charge today. Then she explains she was told by her spirit guides not to charge us for what she told us. We thank her and leave the tent. Instantly blinded by the sunlight, we stand outside and wait for our eyes to adjust to the bright sunlight. I put Shawn back into his stroller and look around for Mom and Dad. We find them a little ways away looking at craft items for sale.

Jay and I both explain to them what she had told us. I still feel skeptical, but can’t help believing what she said. There is no way she could have known about what Jay and I do, or that Shawn is our son. I don’t know what to believe. I never thought I would have a son, now she tells me I will have two. I am overwhelmed with emotions; confusion, love, and God only knows what else.

I spend the rest of the day thinking about what the psychic had told us. I ask Jay if he believes it and he tells me that he has to. There was so much she told us that was right on and there was no way she could have known it he tells me.

Jay and I spend the rest of the summer doing our workouts and runs together. By the middle of August I can see extreme changes in my muscle tone. I have to buy almost all new clothes because my old ones don’t fit anymore. They have become so tight in areas because of the added muscle; I’ve actually gained about fifteen pounds of pure muscle. When we are in bed together Jay can’t keep his hands off me body. I now have a very sculpted muscular body. Jay says I could easily compare to him, but I don’t think so. He is still much bigger in some areas than I am. But I definitely can see the difference. And love the changes. Mom and Dad have both exclaimed to me how good I look.

Our marriage license finally arrives in the mail and Jay fills out the forms for Social Security and sends a copy along with the forms to them. He gives them our school address for them to send him his new card to. He goes to the DMV and gets a Pennsylvania driver’s license and has them change his name. We have everything ready for the return to school. The only thing left to do is Jay has to have his name changed on his school records. He calls the school administration department and they tell him they will have everything ready when we get there. He will just have to stop in and show them our marriage license and sign a few papers. Everything else will be taken care off.

On Thursday night before we leave for school Mom and Dad take us out for dinner at a nice restaurant. We get a few looks as we sit down at the table. I can just imagine what they are thinking as we sit, Shawn sitting in a highchair between Jay and I. I look around and notice a lot of people staring at us, some pointing and whispering and laughing at us. Mom and Dad notice and Mom stands and looks around the place. The hostess asks Mom if everything is alright. Mom gives her an evil look and then shouts to the whole place, “Do you people have a problem with my son, son-in-law, and grandson?”

Some of the people turn away embarrassed and look back at their food. Others shake their heads and ignore her. Some that weren’t looking before are now staring at her. The manager comes over and asks, “Is everything alright here?”

Mom instinctively turns on him like a lioness protecting her cubs. “No everything is not alright.” She says to him. Then she adds to the dining room, “I am sick and tired of people staring at my son and his husband and their son every time we go some where. You people should be ashamed of yourselves for judging them when you don’t even know anything about them.”

I look around at everyone as she finishes and a couple of people drop money on the table and leave. A few, embarrassed, return to their meals. Some stand and applaud her. She finally sits and the hostess hands each of us menus and takes our drink orders. The manager apologizes and leaves us. A waitress comes up after a few minutes with our drinks and takes our orders. When our food arrives we eat and chat about nothing in general. I can tell Mom is still pissed. I want to thank her for what she did, but don’t want to cause another scene.

When we are finished the manager comes up to the table and says, “There will be no charge today. Your dinner is on the house. I want to apologize again for the way you were treated before. I am sorry.”

I stand and shake his hand and tell him, “It’s not your fault. You can’t help the way your customers feel about us. But thank you for kindness.” Jay stands and shakes his hand and thanks him too. As we are leaving a few of the other customers come up to us and also apologize for the way we were treated when we walked in. We thank them and leave. As we reach the door Mom looks back over her shoulder and notices two guys sitting at a table close by watching us, whispering, pointing, and laughing. She stops, turns and heads over to the table. She leans over them and says, “Do you have a problem?”

“Yeah we do. We hate fags.” One of them says.

Mom turns on him, grabs his shirt and pulls him to his feet. She is about six inches taller and after years of working out in the basement with Dad she is very strong. The next second I see Mom cock her arm and punch him square in the face. He stumbles back into his chair and looks dazed.

“Don’t ever let me hear you say that about my son again.” She screams at him and looks at the other guy. He holds his hands up in front of himself in surrender. She turns back to us and almost everyone in the restaurant is standing and applauding her. She raises her hand in acknowledgment and we walk out the door.

Once outside I pull her into a hug and say, “Mom you didn’t have to do that. But thank you.”

“I wasn’t going to sit in there and let those people treat you guys like that. I don’t care who they are. I won’t sit back and let people treat my son like he is a piece of trash just because he is gay.” She says calming down.

Dad moves to her and says, pulling her into a hug, “You were awesome. That was great. I can’t believe you punched him in the face.” Laughing they walk back to Mom’s car with their arms around each other. When we get home we spend the rest of the evening talking and relaxing in the living room with my parents until they head to bed.

After a while Jay and I head to bed too. We strip naked as usual and climb into bed. He lies next to me and holds me; running his hands up and down my abs. He slowly moves his hand up to my chest and draws a light line around each of my well formed pecks with his finger. They are actually starting to look more like Jay’s; bigger, rounder, and standing out more. He gradually moves to my left nipple and starts gently squeezing it and running it between his fingers. I let out a light sigh and I feel my cock grow.

He leans over me and licks and sucks on my nipple and then lightly bites it. It doesn’t hurt; it sends a bolt of electricity through my whole body that collects in the pit of my stomach and seems to intensify there. He slowly slides his hand back to my abs and outlines each defined ab muscle. His light touch is driving me crazy. He still has yet to touch my cock, but I am rock hard and leaking a large amount of pre-cum everywhere. I can almost feel an orgasm start to form in my nuts. He is driving me so crazy. He continues sucking on my nipple then slowly licks his way across my chest through the small patch of hair that is there to my other one. He licks and sucks on it gently getting it to stand more erect then it usually does. When he has it completely hard and standing straight up he bites it a little harder then the other and sends even more electricity flowing through my body.

He then moves back to the first one, and bites it again. Another wave of electricity flows through my body and my back arches completely off the bed. The weight of my body is supported by my shoulders and feet that is all that is touching the bed. My breathing is labored and shallow. I feel like I could cum at any minute. The feelings that he is giving me is like nothing he has ever done to me before. I want to cum so bad. He notices me reaching for my cock and he stops me. Telling me to relax he will make me cum.

He moves his hand up to my nipple and then takes the other into his mouth. At the same time, he bites the one in his mouth and pinches the one between his fingers. With the intense feeling of electricity flowing through my body, every muscle contracts and he puts me over the edge; I cum, the first shot shooting up over his shoulder and landing on his back. The next shot lands on my face and the next on my chest. After that I stop shooting, but a steady stream of cum flows from my cock. I can’t believe the amount. It feels like it will never stop. While Jay licks my cum from my face and chest; he reaches down and milks my cock, the flow just doesn’t seem to stop. I keep cumming and cumming.

Finally my body relaxes from the orgasm and the flow from my cock subsides. His hand and my whole crotch is covered in cum. He brings his hand to his mouth and licks some of my cum from it. He then moves his hand over to my mouth and lets it drip into my open waiting mouth. I love the taste of my cum, it tastes sweet. Jay’s tastes a little salty, but sweet at the same time, I like it too. He finally gives me his hand and I lick it clean. He moves back down me and licks every drop of my cum from my crotch and dick. Spending a lot of time making sure my pubic hair is clean; almost like a cat licking itself.

Once he is satisfied I’m clean he moves up and kisses me. Then asks me, “What happened?”

“That was totally awesome. When you bit down on my nipples it felt like electricity flowing through my body and collecting in my groin. Each time it got more intense, and then when you bit and pinch them at the same time, the feeling was so intense it made me cum. I thought my cock was going to blow right off of my body with the force of the ejaculation.” I tell him still panting a little from the orgasm.

“I want you to make love to me.” I tell him. He leans over and gets the bottle of lube from off the bedside table and lubes up his massive cock. He then puts more on his fingers and as I raise my legs he lubes my asshole; slides two fingers in to lube up my insides a little. He places the bottle back on the table and moves around and gets between my legs. He lines his huge cock up to my hole and slowly buries his dick in my ass.

He slowly makes love to me, driving his cock into my prostate, getting me hard again. He lies down on my chest and lightly kisses my neck and shoulder. I nibble on his earlobe and neck as he makes love to me. I find the spot on his neck that really turns him on and gently suck and bite it. He is moaning softly with each thrust into me. His breathing changes and I can tell he is getting close. He pulls away from me leans back so he can put his whole body into each thrust.

He drives his cock as deep into my ass as he can. I can feel his cock slamming into my prostrate each time he drives his cock into my hole. I can feel another orgasm building in me. He moans, “I’m gonna cum.” He pulls almost completely out of me before forcing his cock back in as hard and deep as he can and holds it there. I feel his big cock get even bigger and longer, I feel each spasm of his dick as he fills me with his cum. I think I can actually feel his cum as it shoots from his cock. That feeling puts me over the edge again and I drop another load all of my abs. This time only shooting twice before my cum starts flowing like a river. It doesn’t last as long this time, but it is still a large quantity. I can’t believe I’ve shoot two loads this big within minutes; and neither time did anyone touch my cock once.

“Holy fuck!” I finally manage to say as Jay dismounts and lies next to me. “That was fucking awesome. I love you.” I tell him.

“I love you, too.” He says as he lies next to me on his stomach and places his arm over my chest and falls asleep after a few minutes. I fall asleep a few minutes later and don’t wake up until about nine the next morning.

I immediately notice Jay is not in bed, I look around the room and he isn’t there. I get up and get dressed and head down stairs. I find him in the kitchen. “How come you didn’t wake me up?” I ask him.

“After last night, I figured you could use the extra sleep. So I let you sleep in and did my workout by myself.” He says.

“Jay, you should have woke me up. I really like spending the time with you.” I tell him. I walk over to him and give him a kiss and add, “But thanks for letting me sleep in.” I look around and realize my parents aren’t here. “Where are Mom and Dad? They know we are leaving today. They didn’t go to work did they?”

“No they said they needed to run an errand and would be back by ten. They took Shawn with them; I guess they wanted to spend a few hours with him before we leave.” He tells me. He makes me breakfast; a bowl of fresh fruit, a few slices of wheat toast, and a protein shake. He has had me drinking them since we started working out together. It is from a store bought mix and doesn’t taste that bad. He makes his from scratch and tastes awful. I tried it the first day and couldn’t stand the taste, so he bought me a couple different flavors of the ready made mix that you just add skim milk to.

My parents get back just before ten and are carrying a bag from a local cell phone store. I look at them funny and ask, “Did something happen to you cell phones?”

“No we signed up for a new family plan and got five phones with it. One for me, one for your Mom, One each for you and Jay, and the last one we’re sending to Jay’s parents so we all can stay in touch. The plan comes with unlimited any time minutes within the plan, so any one of us can call any of the other four phones and it won’t cost a cent. Even if you guys call Jay’s parents and talk for hours, it’s still free. It also comes with free text and voice mail. So we can all stay in better contact. We figured it would be better this way with Shawn and everything. If you have any questions you can call and not have to worry about using up your minutes on your old phones. Also, we got a discount because we turned in our old phones and said we will drop off yours and Jay’s tomorrow. They recycle them and send them to people in the military to call home and talk to family.” Dad explains to us.

I reach into my pocket and hand them my old phone and Jay does the same. He says he will call and cancel his plan right now. He walks over to the phone, picks it up and calls Sprint who his phone is through. When he is done he comes back and joins us as we check out the new phones. They are really cool, they slide open sideways and there is a small keypad used for typing. As I’m going through the features in it I notice it has access to the Internet built in, ‘that will come in handy’ I think to myself.

After awhile of checking out the phones Jay and I head upstairs to finish packing. After about an hour we have everything packed and taken down stairs. We get everything from the kitchen that’s there for Shawn; jars of food, cans of powdered formula, bottles, boxes of finger snacks and teething biscuits. We finally get everything loaded into my car and get Shawn’s car seat from Mom’s car and have it strapped in.

Mom and Dad come out into the driveway and hand Shawn to me after they both give him a kiss and hug. As I take him from Mom and turn to put him in the car he starts crying and holds his hands out to Mom. Mom takes a few steps over to him and says, “It’s alright Shawn, you guys need to go home now. I love you and I’ll see you soon.” She leans down and gives him another kiss and he stops crying. I’m really beginning to wonder what he actually understands. It’s almost like he understood what she said. But how could an almost eight month old baby understand what Mom just said to him?

I strap him into his car seat and turn back to my parents. Jay has just finished giving them both hugs and kisses and telling them goodbye and that he loves them. He walks over to the passenger side of the car and gets in. I give both of them a hug and kiss and tell them goodbye and thank them for everything they have done for us over the last three months. They say you’re welcome; they love me, and goodbye. I get into the driver’s seat and start the car. They look in the window and say goodbye one more time. We tell them goodbye again and I back my car out of the driveway. I notice them in the rearview mirror, at the end of the driveway with their arms wrapped around each other watching us drive away.

Around twelve thirty I start to feel hungry and know Shawn is probably starving. So I ask Jay if he wants to find a place to eat and feed Shawn. He says that he is starving and would like to take a break for a while. I exit the highway at the next town and we find an open diner and pull into the lot. We get out, I get Shawn from his car seat and we head inside. I waitress tells us we can sit anywhere and asks if we need a highchair. I tell her yes and thank you. We grab a table in the middle of the dining room and sit. She comes over with the highchair and I put Shawn in it. She hands us menus and then goes over the day’s lunch specials. We give her our drink orders and she says she will be right back with them and to take our order.

While looking at the menu I happen to look up at Jay and he has a disgusted look on his face. “What’s wrong?” I ask him.

“Everyone is staring at us.” He says quietly.

I nonchalantly look around the dining room and every single person in the diner is in fact staring. I get up and walk around the table to Jay and whisper in his ear, “If they want to stare, let’s give them a show.” He smiles up at me and I give him a very long passionate kiss.

As I walk back to me seat I say, “Show’s over, go back to your lunches.” Some of the people return to their meals. Others seem disgusted and ask for their checks.

One person in the far corner actually gets up and walks over to us and says, “Thank you for doing that. You are the first gay couple to come in here and not get up and leave because of these simple minded people. My name is Roger and my partner and I can not come in here together because of them.”

“It’s nice to meet you Roger, I’m Jay and this is my husband Zack, and our son Shawn. Why don’t you sit down and join us. Really give everyone something to talk about after we leave.”

“I’d love to, but my lunch break is just about over and I need to get back to work. Thanks again and it was nice meeting you all.” Roger says. We both shake his hand, before he leaves.

The waitress comes back with our drinks and takes our orders. While we are waiting for our meals I feed Shawn a jar of baby food. When he is done eating; I get a bottle out of the diaper bag and add the powdered formula to the water that is already in it. I shake it up and give it to him. As he is drinking it our meals arrive. While eating I casually look around the room and notice that not one person except Roger has left since we got here. I can tell that we are still being watch, just by the reactions I see as I slowly pan the room.

I quietly mention this to Jay and he nods his head saying I know I’ve been watching them watch us. When we finish our meal the waitress returns and asks if we would like anything else. We tell her no and she goes to print up the check. When she returns Jay takes it and digs in his pocket and pulls out a ten and a five and hands it back to her, telling her to keep the change. I pack up Shawn’s things and get a diaper and wipes out and ask the waitress if there is some place I can change him. She tells me there are changing tables in the restrooms and points to the corner.

I take Shawn and head over to the men’s room and change him. Just as I am finishing up a guy walks in and gives me a dirty look. I pick Shawn up and holding him close leave the small room. I return to the table and hand him to Jay, “Carry him out.”

“What’s wrong?” He asks.

“I just have a feeling. Grab the bag and head out first. I’ll be right behind you.” I tell him. As he gets up a notice a couple of the other male customers get up too. “Go now!” I tell Jay. They cross the room and try to block the exit. Jay stops a few feet in front of them.

“We don’t want any trouble. Please step aside and let us leave.” Jay says.

I turn around and notice a couple more guys coming up behind us. One of the guys in front of Jay asks, “Where’d you two fags get the baby? Kidnap it?”

“No! He is our son.” Jay says. The two guys are now standing about three feet behind me.

I turn back to Jay and whisper, “When I start, don’t move from where you are standing.” He nods his understanding. Then say to the guys behind us and at the door, “I am a black belt in Karate. We do not want any trouble, but if you don’t let us leave now. You will get some.” I hear the guy on my left behind us move towards us and I react. I draw back and spin while throwing the karate punch, he is a little taller than I had judged and the punch lands high on his chest where his collarbones come together at the base of his neck. He immediately drops to the floor in pain. The second guy moves and I jump, spin and kick at the same time connecting with the side of his head. He flies about tem feet before crashing down on a table, breaking it into kindling.

Jay still has not moved from his spot as I land and move in front of him. The guy on the right raises his hands and backs away. The other guy calls him a chicken shit and then starts towards us. I land a perfect punch on the side of his jaw and he is out cold before he even hits the floor. I instinctively turn panning the room for anyone else dumb enough to try anything. Everyone is watching us, but nobody else has moved from their seats.

I tell Jay, “Let’s go, you first.” He walks to the door and opens it holding it for me. I watch over my shoulder to make sure nobody is following us out. Nobody does. We head to the car. Jay quickly gets Shawn into his car seat and heads around to the other side and gets in. Once he is inside I get into the car and start the engine; constantly watching the door just incase someone comes out after us. I put the car in reverse, back out of the parking spot. Shift in first gear and quickly leave. I watch in the rearview mirror and notice after a while a couple cars exit the parking lot and turn the same way as we are heading. I quickly make it to the highway and think I loose them.

After about another hour of driving I notice that the lights on an Amber Alert sign are flashing up ahead. I mention it to Jay and he tries to read it but we are still to far away. A couple of minutes later we are close enough to read it. We missed the first part but read, “….wanted in the possible kidnapping of a baby boy.” Then the sign resets and restarts the message and we can now read the first part. “Be on the look out for a Black Ford Mustang Cobra Pennsylvania license plate Z MILLER last seen heading east. Two white males wanted….”

I look at Jay as he turns and looks at me. “I don’t fucking believe this. What the fuck do we do now?”

I happen to notice a minivan go by on the left and the woman in the passenger seat is talking on a cell phone and watching us. “Get your cell phone out and call 911. Try to explain what happened back at the diner and that Shawn is our son. I’ll call Mom and Dad and see what they think we should do.” He pulls his phone from his pocket and dials. I pull mine and hit the speed dial button for Mom’s phone.

She answers on the second ring, “Hi, Honey.” She says.

“Mom, please listen carefully. We stopped and ate at a small diner and four guys tried stopping us from leaving. I had to fight our way out. They thought we had kidnapped Shawn. We just passed an Amber Alert sign on the highway. They have an alert out for us. What are we supposed to do?” I ask her.

“Oh my God, Zack are you alright?”

“Yeah, we’re fine, just scared out of our minds. Jay is on the phone with the state police right now. Mom what do you think we should do?” I ask her again.

“Honey I have no…” She says, but I cut her off.

“Mom, there are a bunch of police cars coming up behind me with their lights on. Stay on the line I will leave my phone on so you can hear everything.”

“Zack, just don’t do anything stupid. Explain to them what happened and tell them Shawn is your son. They should be able to figure this out.” She says.

“Ok. I will.” I tell her. I can hear her explaining to Dad what’s going on. I carefully slip my phone back into my pocket and look into the rearview mirror again.

Jay hangs his phone up and says, “They didn’t believe me. They said to pull over or they will force us off the road.”

“Oh my fucking God. How did this happen?” I yell. I must have scared Shawn because he starts crying in the back seat.

I pull over and the car is immediately surrounded by four police cars. Two police officers get out of each one with their guns drawn. They quickly move around the car and have their guns pointing directly at Jay and me from every angle. One of them yells for me to turn off the car. I slowly comply and raise my hands. Jay does the same. They tell me to exit the vehicle. I carefully reach down and open the door and slowly get out, keeping my hands in plain view the entire time. Once I’m out of the car, I raise my hands in the air and move away as instructed. I notice the two cars that had left the diner go slowly by. Two of the guys I had fought where in the second one.

I back towards one of the officers and he comes up behind me another moves to the side so he can cover me while the first orders me to the ground. I comply without hesitation. Once on the ground I’m order to place my hands out away from my body. I do. The next thing I know there are four guys jumping on me and forcing my arms around behind me. They slap handcuffs on me hard; they are so tight I instantly feel the circulation being cut off to my hands.

Once I’m handcuffed Jay is ordered out of the car the same way. He goes through the same process as I did and is laying about eight feet from me looking at me scared shitless. I turn back towards the car as Shawn’s cries get loader. I notice a police officer removing him from the car and taking him to a patrol car and I ask, “Where are you taking our son?”

“Shut up fag, we’re asking the questions here.” The officer standing over me says as he kicks me in the thigh. Little does he know after years of taking karate and unarm self defense being kicked there has no effect on me. I’ve been kicked there so many times I no longer get charley horses when being kicked. I can barely hear Mom screaming into the phone in my pocket and pray that the police don’t hear her.

“So where did you two fags get the baby from?” The officer that just kicked me asks.

“I already told you he is our son. And I can prove it if you will let me up and go to the car.” I tell him.

“Not on your life. What you got a gun in there and want to get at it? Is that it?” He asks me.

“No. We do not have any weapons in the car. Our marriage license and the adoption papers for Shawn are in there.” I tell him.

“Probably all faked.” He says.

Two officers go and search the car. They come back with a stack of papers. I can tell they are our marriage license and Shawn’s adoption papers even from the ground. He hands them to the officer standing over me, but he says he doesn’t want to see anything. They are probably fakes. Load them into the car and we’ll take them to the station and book them for kidnapping, and resisting arrest.

“Resisting arrest? Who resisted?” I ask.

“Shut the fuck up.” He says as he kicks me again.

They forcibly help Jay and me up and put us into the back of one of the cars. They remove the keys from my car and lock it up. The officers get back into the cars they got out of and we take off down the highway, lights and sirens blaring. Sitting in the back seat I easily maneuver my arms down my back over my ass and pull my feet through, bring my hands in front of me. I pull my phone from my pocket and ask Mom, “Did you hear all that?”

“Yes I did. Find out where they are taking you. Your father has already called Judge Mitchell and he is heading that way. He is talking with our lawyers right now and we are heading towards you too. We just need to know where they are taking you.” She says.

“Where are you taking us?” I ask the officers.

“To the State Police Barracks in Scranton.” The officer driving says.

“I heard him.” Mom says. “We’ll be there as soon as we can.”

“Mom I love you.” I tell her.

“I love you too. We had better hang up so you don’t get into any more trouble. Zack don’t say anything until we get there. Ok?” She asks.

“We won’t Mom. Bye.” I say and end the call and put my phone back in my pocket. I quickly tell Jay what she said and he nods his head. We sit in silence for the rest of the short ride. When we get to the police barracks we are roughly dragged from the car and escorted inside. Once inside we are separated and put into different rooms. I hear Shawn screaming as someone walks by the closed door with him. My heart breaks at his wails.

After sitting in the room for about twenty minutes my phone rings. I pull it from my pocket and answer it. “Hello?”

“Zack thank God they didn’t take your phone. This is Judge Mitchell; I’m heading your way with a police escort. I should be there in about twenty minutes. Don’t say anything to anyone until I get there. And if you can help it, don’t give them your phone either. Is Jay with you?” He asks.

“No they separated us. But I told him Mom said not to say anything. They have all the papers they need to figure this out, but the officer in charge seems to think they are fakes.” I tell him.

“Ok. I’ll be there soon. Just hold in there.” He says and hangs up.

About twenty-five minutes later I hear him screaming at the top of his lungs to get the captain here and that he had better see Jay and me in two minutes or they all will be looking for new jobs tomorrow. About a minute later an officer comes into the room and drags me out by my arm. Judge Mitchell sees how the officer is mistreating me. He walks up to him with a pen and notepad in his hand and writes down the officer’s name and badge number. Seconds later Jay is brought out of a room from down the hall and the officer that has a hold of him shoves him toward Judge Mitchell. With his hands still cuffed behind him Jay easily looses his balance and starts to fall. Judge Mitchell drops the pen and pad and catches him; keeping him on his feet. After Jay regains his balance the judge picks up his pen and pad and writes down the second officer’s name and badge number too.

“Now their son.” He says.

Reluctantly one of the officers heads down to the far end of the hall and opens a door there. Another officer comes out carry Shawn, who is still crying. They walk down the hall to us and Judge Mitchell instructs them to remove our handcuffs.

“You don’t have the authority to come in here and tell us what to do.” Another officer says coming up behind him.

“Oh really?” He says turning around. The new officer immediately recognizes Judge Mitchell and apologies. Judge Mitchell writes down his badge number and name. The third officer finally removes our handcuffs and I take Shawn from the officer that was holding him and he instantly stops crying. “So which one of you morons kicked Zack back by the highway?” He asks them.

“That would be Lt Ford.” One of them says.

“Where is he?” Judge Mitchell asks.

“Follow me.” He says. We follow him down the hall. We turn a corner and walk to end of that hall and enter an office.

“What the fuck is going on? Why are they out of their interrogation rooms? And why does he have the baby?” Lt Ford asks.

Judge Mitchell not saying a word walks up to the Lt’s desk and writes down his name and badge number. Then he asks, “Who were the other four out there with you?”

“That’s none of your business.” Lt Ford spits.

“Do you know who I am?” He asks.

“Yes I do and I don’t care.” He says. Then to his officers he adds, “Take that baby from him and get them back to their rooms.”

“I would disregard that order if you want to be working tomorrow.” Judge Mitchell tells them. “Where are the papers you took from their car?”

“Right here; I was just trying to verify if they are real.” He says.

“I can attest to the fact that they are. I personally signed both of them. I married them and finalized the adoption myself.” Judge Mitchell tells him.

“I don’t fucking believe this.” Lt Ford says.

“Believe it. And just so you know; your captain should be here any minute. Along with Zack’s parents and an entire law firm. I will personally testify against all of you in court about the way you handled this situation and your mishandling and police brutality against both of these young men. I will not stop until all of you are removed from the force and held accountable for your actions. Especially you.” Judge Mitchell says.

About ten minutes later Mom and Dad are escorted into the office with four lawyers I have met on occasion. A few minutes later a very pissed off looking older man enters and I discover he is LT Ford’s captain. After an hour long heated discussion Jay, Shawn, and I are finally released and given back our papers and my car keys. We are told by the lawyers not to talk to any one about what happened; they will be in contact with us early next week. We thank them as they get into their SUV and leave. I walk over to Judge Mitchell and give him a hug and thank him. Jay, Mom, and Dad thank him and hug him also. He tells us he’ll call soon and let us know how he is making out with the charges he plans on filing on all the officers involved. And about finding out who made the false police report and have them charged.

We all climb into Dad’s truck, with me holding Shawn because we don’t have a car seat, and they take us back to my car. It is still sitting along side the highway. When we get there we carefully get out of the truck and standing along side the road Jay and I thank my parents. “Are you guys going to be alright driving the rest of the way tonight?” Dad asks?

“Yeah we’ll be fine. We’ve got each other.” Jay says.

“Ok. Please call us when you get there so we know you’re there safely.” Mom says.

“We will Mom. Thanks again. We love you.” I tell them.

“We love you guys too.” They say together. I get Shawn back in his car seat and we get into my car. They get back into Dad’s truck and we take off together. They follow us until the next exit and get off. So they can head the other direction and go back home. We finally arrive at school about ten o’clock. It only took a little over ten and a half hours to make it here. Exhaust we leave everything in the car, only taking what we will need tonight and head inside. Jay pulls his phone from his pockets and calls Mom and Dad while I make Shawn a bottle and get him ready for bed.

I sit on the couch with him and hold him to me. Jay comes and sits next to us and pulls me to him. I place my head on his chest and loose it. I start crying uncontrollably. He holds me tight and lets me cry, after a few minutes I notice he is crying to. Shawn is finished with his bottle so we head to bed; all three of us sleeping in our bed. I don’t want Shawn out of my sight. I eventually cry myself to sleep with Shawn lying between us and Jay holding me as close as he can.

 

[HenryMichigan]

Thank you for another beautiful chapter. I have been enjoying reading about Zack & Jay from the beginning. I love reading novels about gay romance and this is truly a good one. You are a gifted writer with insight to the gay culture. Keep up the good work. Waiting for the next installment

 

[coastieboy00]

Chapter 11 cannot come soon enough! Great work!

 

[harry113]

Excellent writing, Thank you
Please continue
Harry

 

[keigan86]

Thanks for another great chapter LoneWolf. First let me say GO MOM she is fucking awsome. Second when are those poor boys and all gay men and women ever gona get a break. I hope judge Mitchell throws them under the (badword) jail.

 

[hardreader]

There is new excitement in every chapter. What a twist! What a turn! You never let us down. And the sex is great, too! Thanks.

 

[polarnyc]

Lone Wolf,

You DID it once again! A great combination of action, suspense, passionate love, smart speech, and awesome confrontation. By the way this story can't be compared to any other stories on JUB because it is very UNIQUE!

 

[kk-lonewolf-37]

I most certainly hope that there are more chapters coming. This story is just as exciting as "Watching Brad"; I cried, I laughed, and made love to myself! Great story, keep up the good writing.

1big14me, Thank you for reading. I haven't read "Watching Brad" so I will take your word on that. As long as it though, I will take what you said as a compliment.

Great chapter. Sad part at the end but hopefully things get better for Zach and Jay. More please.

Matt, Thanks. And yes the ending was very sad. I won't give anything away, so you'll just have to keep reading and see for yourself if things get better.

Thanks for another great chapter LoneWolf. First let me say GO MOM she is fucking awsome. Second when are those poor boys and all gay men and women ever gona get a break. I hope judge Mitchell throws them under the (badword) jail.

Keigan, Your welcome. And yes don't mess with Mom, she'll tear you apart. You'll have to read the next chapter to find out what happens to them all.

There is new excitement in every chapter. What a twist! What a turn! You never let us down. And the sex is great, too! Thanks.

HR, That coming from an author with your talent means a lot to me. Thank you. I hope I don't let you down with the next chapter.

You DID it once again! A great combination of action, suspense, passionate love, smart speech, and awesome confrontation. By the way this story can't be compared to any other stories on JUB because it is very UNIQUE!

polarnyc, Thank you. What can I say; I try to throw a little of everything into each chapter. The more content, the better response.


I was really worried how this chapter would be received. For the first time since I started writing "Zack and Jay" I was questioning myself. I was overwhelmed with the responses I got. By Monday night after posting I received close to 100 emails about this chapter alone. Only one thought it was farfetched, but said he liked it. I spent most of the day Monday online answering each one. I must thank every single one of you that emailed me, you keep me going. If you truly like my story and you can't bring yourself to leave a comment please rate the thread. I know there are a lot more people reading then commenting. That is the only way I will know you like it if you don't comment.

Thanks again for reading,

Lone Wolf

 

[kk-lonewolf-37]

4,326 views in just over 5 weeks. That just blows my mind. Again if you can't leave a comment you can always email me at kk.lonewolf.37@gmail.com Thanks for reading. And hope to hear from everyone soon. And don't forget to rate the post.

Lone Wolf

Zack and Jay​

Chapter 11​

Author: Lone Wolf​

I have bad dreams all night and don’t sleep well. In my dreams I see different outcomes of yesterday flash in my minds eye. In a couple of them Jay ends up getting shot and dies in front of my eyes. In a few I manage to fight all the police and we run. In one we end up loosing Shawn for ever. During one of the fight dreams I feel a slap across my face, instinctively I bring my fist up trying to protect myself and feel it come into contact with something hard. I hear Jay yell out in pain.

I’m instantly wide a wake and notice from the early morning light coming in the window that Jay is holding the side of his face. I realize that I just hit him and move towards him. “I’m sorry; I was having a bad dream.” I say to him almost in tears.

He moves his hand away and moves to me holding me. “I know. You’ve been thrashing about most of the night. I put Shawn in his crib around midnight so you wouldn’t hurt him. This one was so bad I was trying to wake you up; you were fighting me so hard I slapped you. That’s when you hit me.” He says.

“Jay I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean it. Did I hurt you?” I ask him.

“It hurts, but I’ll be fine.” He says pulling me into him and holding me. I start crying again and he holds me tighter. Once I’ve cried all the tears I can, I pull away from him and look at the side of his face, there is a red mark and a small bump, but it doesn’t look that bad.

I happen to notice a very dark and ugly ring around my right wrist and look at the other one. Both wrists are extremely sore and black and blue. Well more black then blue. “Oh my God, look what those assholes did to me yesterday.” I tell him holding my hands up for him to see.

“Holy shit Zack. They look horrible. Do they hurt?” He asks concerned.

“They’re sore, but they don’t hurt.” I tell him. He gets up and starts to get dressed. And tells me to get up and get dressed too, and asks were my camera is. I tell him it’s still out in the car. “Why?” I ask.

“Because I’m taking pictures of your wrists and we’re going to send them to Judge Mitchell and your parent’s lawyers to use against those assholes.” I get up and as I’m getting on a clean pair of boxer briefs I notice another huge bruise on my thigh were Lt Ford had kicked me. I hear Jay come back in from outside and go out into the living room in just my underwear. He looks at me and notices the huge bruise instantly. “Oh my God.” He says with tears in his eyes. “Those fuckers are going to pay for what they did to us.” He says.

He takes a bunch of pictures of each wrist and my leg. Making sure to take pictures of each wrist from the top and the bottom and taking a couple of me from a distance so they can see exactly where all the bruises are located. After a short chat on the phone with my parents to get the necessary email addresses. He sends the pictures to Judge Mitchell, my parents, and the law firm that represents both of their companies.

“Why did you send them to my parents?” I ask him.

“Because, Mom wanted to see for herself how bad they were. And if we have to send them to anyone else, it’s better if they have them and if we are busy with school, they can send them.” He explains to me.

We sit on the couch and turn on the TV. The Saturday morning news is just coming on and the second story they cover is about us. They don’t mention our names but they explain about the supposed kidnapping that had occurred yesterday in PA, about the fight at the diner that we supposedly started. They also tell about the Amber Alert that had been sent out all over the country and that two suspects had been questioned and released. Also, that charges are pending against us for resisting arrest. And the story ends there.

“That’s it?” Jay asks. “How about that we were removed from your car by gun point along side the road? That we were held for over an hour as kidnappers? How about the fact that the baby we supposedly kidnapped is our son? And we started the fight at the diner? How about telling the whole story? What the fuck.” He screams at the TV.

“Jay, I’ve got an idea, but we will need to talk to Judge Mitchell and Mom and Dad’s lawyers first.” I tell him.

“What?” He asks.

“We use the news in our favor.” I tell him.

“What do you mean?” He asks.

“We find a national news program that will take our story and tell everyone. Let the whole country know what happened, not the half truths and lies the police are telling them.” I explain to him.

“I like that idea. We can even show them your bruises so there will be no question about the police going to far. And all police cars have dashboard cameras, we can get the tapes of the two behind us and they will see we didn’t resist arrest.” He says.

As Judge Mitchell was the last to call my phone, I get up and grab it off the counter and hit *69. After the third ring he answers and sounds very tired.

“Judge Mitchell, it’s Zack. I’m sorry to call so early, but Jay and I were up early and it’s already all over the news. They didn’t say our names, but we think it’s just a matter of time before they find out who we are.” I tell him.

“It’s on the news already?” He asks me.

“Yeah, we were watching the local Saturday morning news and there was a two minute segment on us.” I explain to him.

“Shit! Zack I’m sorry I was hoping to stop this entirely. I didn’t want you guys to have to go through this. I think we need to take your story to the public. Get the whole story out there before they start spinning more lies about you.” He tells me.

“Actually that’s why I was calling. To see what you thought about us going public. Jay was really pissed this morning, because I woke up with black bruises around my wrists and a huge one on my right thigh were that asshole Lt kicked me. Then when we saw the news he really freaked out.” I tell him.

“Take pictures of the bruises, I want to see them.” He says.

“We already did. Jay got your email address from Mom and Dad. He has already sent them to you.” I tell him.

“Hang on, let me check my email.” After about a minute he asks, “Oh my God Zack, are you all right?”

“Yeah, a little sore, but I’ll be fine. It looks worse then it really is.” I tell him.

“Let me make a few calls, and I’ll call you back in about an hour. I’ll talk to your parents’ law firm and see what they think about us going public. And Zack when we do this I’ll be by your side the whole time. If anyone from the press wants to make contact with you they will have to come through me. With your and Jay’s permission, I’ll make all the arrangements. You guys have gone through enough.” He says.

“Thank you for doing this for us. And thanks again for last night.” I tell him.

“Zack you know I love you like a son and I’ll do anything for you. I’ll talk to you soon.” He says.

“John, I love you too.” I tell him.

“Do you realize that is the first time you have ever called me by my first name?” He asks.

“Well, after what you did last night, you are more than Judge Mitchell to me. From now on, I will consider you my second father.” I tell him.

“Zack thank you. That means the world to me.” He says, I can tell he is crying. “I’ll call you back in about an hour.”

“Ok, talk to you soon.” I tell him.

I explain to Jay what he said and what he is doing. Jay agrees that it would be best for the press to go through him. That way we don’t get overwhelmed with calls, and he can pick the best people for us to talk to. “He really cares about you, doesn’t he?” Jay asks me.

“Yeah, he just told me I feel like a son to him. He has known my parents since I was a baby. He has watched me grow up, and has been there on all of the special occasions. Just about every birthday, Christmas, everything; he even went to Josh’s funeral with us after only meeting him once. He said he wanted to be there for me. I love him almost as much as my own father.” I tell him.

“Come here!” Jay says.

I move over to him on the couch and he pulls me into a hug and holds me. I slowly slide down his side and lay my head on his leg. I curl up on the couch in a ball next to him. He starts playing with my hair and I fall back to sleep. A little while later, I am awoken by him talking on the phone. I sit up and lean in to hear who he is talking to and what they are saying.

“Hang on, let me put you on speaker, Zack just woke up.” Jay says into the phone. He starts pushing buttons and after a few seconds he says, “Ok. Judge Mitchell, go ahead. He can hear you now.”

“Zack, I was just telling Jay, that I talked to your parents’ lawyers and they agree after what was on the news you guys need to go public with your story. They feel it will be best to do it soon. That way we can head off any more lies they may be thinking of making up about you guys. They have already got a court order requesting copies of the tapes from the dashboard cameras and they should have them tomorrow or early Monday. I’m going to make a few more phone calls to contacts I have made in the business and see how soon I can set something up. You guys may have to miss a day or two of school for this, but hopefully I can set something up in the evening so it won’t be a problem.” He explains to us.

“Missing a day or two of school won’t be a problem. But I do agree an evening program maybe better. More people are likely to see them then a morning program.” Jay says.

“Well actually I was thinking about having you guys do ABC’s World News with Charlie Gibson, then Good Morning America the following morning. That way we can get the evening and morning watchers, cover all the bases at once.” He says.

“I like that idea.” I tell him.

“I’ll call back when I have any more news.” John says.

“Ok, Thanks.” Jay says, and hangs up the phone.

Feeling better then I have in the last 18 hours I lean into Jay and give him a very passionate kiss. “I love you.” I say as I pull away from him. “And I am sorry for hitting you.”

“It’s alright, I know you didn’t do it on purpose, you were asleep. What exactly were you dreaming about anyways?” He asks.

I tell him all about the dreams I can remember, trying to sugar coat the ones were he ends up getting shot. But he manages to pull every detail of them out of me I can remember. He is actually getting really good at being a counselor. Almost forcing me to tell him the stuff I didn’t want to.

“You were that scared?” He asks me.

“I was more scared for you and Shawn than myself, but yeah. And then when we were in the police station and that officer walked by with Shawn, the way he was carrying on broke my heart. I want so bad to repay them for putting him through that.” I tell him.

“Well you just may get that chance, if Judge Mitchell can set something up for us.” He says.

I hear Shawn start screaming and run to him. He is almost hysterical when I pick him up. I hold him to my chest and walk back out to Jay and sit on the couch and try to settle him down. I tell him it’s alright, he’s alright. Jay talks to him as I hold him and when he hears both of our voices he calms down. He looks up at me with tears still streaming down his little face and then looks over at Jay. Within seconds he stops crying and snuggles into my chest, hugging me. Then he holds out his hands to Jay and as Jay takes him, he does the same to him. I can’t believe how smart and loving he is already. He knew he was alright just by hearing Jay’s and my voices.

“I’m going to the store. We don’t have anything here to eat and I’m starving.” Jay says.

“Hang on. I’ll get him changed and we can all go. You guys aren’t going to be out of my sight all weekend. And hopefully Monday morning I’ll have calmed down enough to let you go to class by yourself, and be able to drop Shawn off at daycare.” I tell him.

“Ok. On our way out we can stop at the Admin Building and I can sign the necessary paperwork to get my name changed on my records.” He says.

I quickly change Shawn and make him a bottle, and we head out to the car. As soon as Shawn realizes I’m going to put him into his car seat he freaks out. I tell him, “You’re alright; nothing bad is going to happen again. I promise.” He stops crying and allows me to buckle him in as Jay gets into the passenger seat.

Shawn looks at me and says, “Dada.” I’m instantly crying again; tears of joy this time.

Jay turns to me and asks, “Did he just call you Dada?”

“Yeah, he did. He said his first word.” I hand him his bottle and he smiles at me and starts drinking it. I climb into the car and close the door. “I can’t believe how smart he is. When I talk to him it’s almost like he understands me. Even yesterday when Mom talked to him when we were getting ready to leave, he seemed to understand her too. But he is too young; he can’t understand us yet.” I say.

“Well the psychic did say he would be very intelligent. Maybe he is starting early.” Jay says.

“Yeah, maybe.” I say. I start the car and drive the short distance to the Admin Building. Jay runs inside and signs the necessary paperwork and comes back out after a few minutes with both of our schedules. He hands me mine and I look it over. I have a few free periods throughout the week and notice I still have every Monday first period open. With Jay taking the extra classes he has just as full a schedule this semester as I do. We will not be seeing much of each other during school hours. But we do have one free period together every Wednesday afternoon.

After checking out our schedules we head off campus to the grocery store and do our grocery shopping for the week. After a couple of hours we get everything we should need and head back home. We take our purchases into the apartment and put them away and I make us a nice brunch. As we are finishing up eating, my phone rings. I answer it and Judge Mitchell is on the phone, I put it on speaker phone for Jay to listen.

“Good news, I’ve managed to get us a slot on Tuesday’s World News and then Wednesday’s Good Morning America. I told them most of the story, but they said they didn’t want the whole thing. The producers want the hosts’ real reactions to it when you tell them what happened. I also forwarded copies of the pictures to them.” John says.

“You did what?” I say.

“I forwarded copies of the pictures of you to them. Why, did I do something wrong?” He asks.

“Well, I was in my underwear in them. I really don’t want the entire nation seeing me in my underwear.” I say.

“Zack, stop it, you have a great body and have nothing to worry about. God I wish I was a little younger.” He jokes.

“Ok, watch it.” Jay says.

“I’m sorry now I’ve offended both of you.” He says.

“We’re not offended, I was only kidding, just like I know you were only picking on Zack.” Jay says to him. Then to me he says, “See, I told you, you are hot.”

“Zack, you are and have nothing to worry about.” John says. We continue talking for a while and then he tells us we have to be in New York City Tuesday by noon. And we should be able to be back at school by Wednesday afternoon. He will meet us at the hotel we will be staying at, and ABC will be picking up the tab.

When we are done I call Dean Rogers and explain everything to him about what happened and that we will be missing class Tuesday and Wednesday. He says that that won’t be a problem and he will let my professors know.

A little while later there is a knock on the door, when I open it Chris and Gary are standing there. I hug them both and invite them in. Gary almost immediately notices the bruises around my wrists and turns on Jay, “What the fuck happened to him?” He says; I can feel the anger in his voice.

“Gary, Jay didn’t do this to me. Calm down and we’ll explain everything.” I tell him. After about an hour of telling them what happened; Gary apologizes to Jay and they hug. There are no hard feelings between them, thank God.

About that time Shawn wakes from his nap and Jay goes and gets him. When he returns to the living room with him, Gary and Chris can’t believe how big he has gotten. Chris wants to hold him, so he hands Shawn to him. As soon as he lets go he starts screaming again. I tell him he is alright, but he won’t stop. He keeps screaming and every once in awhile I here him cry, “Dada!” My heart breaks again and I take him. He instantly stops crying and hugs me. I sit next to Jay on the couch and we continue catching up with Gary and Chris. We tell them about our honeymoon and about what we did over the summer. Jay tells them about our reading the psychic gave us at the fair and they are amazed at how accurate she was.

After a while of talking, Shawn leans towards Jay with his arms out and says, Dada to him. I look over at Jay and he has tears flowing down his cheeks. “Now you know how I felt this morning.” I tell him. “It’s a great feeling isn’t it?”

“Yeah, it is. I can’t explain how it makes me feel; proud, happy, overjoyed, the list just goes on and on.” He says, wiping his face.

Around dinner time I ask Gary and Chris if they are staying and Gary says, “We thought we had a standing invitation for dinner here every Saturday.”

“You do, I just wasn’t sure. You’ve been here all day.” I say. I try one more time to get Shawn to go to them and he finally does. He doesn’t cry this time, but he does look up at me as I hand him to Chris and he says, Dada; almost questioning me. “You’re alright little man, they won’t hurt you. I promise.” He turns back to Chris and smiles at him. Jay and I head into the kitchen to make dinner.

When it is ready we all sit at the kitchen table, eat, and enjoy each other’s company. Shortly after finishing and helping clean up Gary and Chris leave for their dorm room. They are actually roommates this year. After what happened last year, the school thought it best for them to remain together.

Sunday goes great; we spend the whole day together talking, watching movies on cable. We don’t dare watch the news, afraid of what might be said about us. Jay does a lot for Shawn; changing him, feeding him, playing with him. Late in the afternoon, I finally ask him, “Friday scared you too, didn’t it?”

“Yeah, I thought we were loosing everything.” He says. “I know you have been taking care of him the most since he came to us. But that is going to change. I am going to do my share. We should split the responsibility of him 50/50.”

“Jay, I’ve already told you that I don’t mind taking care of both of you. I love you guys; I’ll do anything for you. But, I can see how you feel and if you want to take on more of the responsibility I won’t stand in your way.” I tell him. I take Shawn from him, have him turn on the couch and lean back against the arm. I then lay between his legs and lean back against him. We lay there together playing with Shawn until dinner time. After the stress of the last two days it’s nice just being able to spend a day together without any interruptions as a family.

Monday goes well. No assignments yet, all of my professors spend the time going over what will be covered this semester. Tuesday we are up early and head to NYC. Not used to driving into such a large city it takes a little longer to get there than we had expected, but arrive just as Judge Mitchell is pulling up in front of the hotel. He notices us and walks over to the car after giving his keys to the parking attendant.

“Any trouble getting here?” He asks.

“Nope, everything went fine.” Jay says as he shuts the car off. We get out and the bellhop with Judge Mitchell’s luggage comes up to us with his cart. He takes our things from the trunk as Jay hands a parking attendant my keys. He hands him a ticket and we head into the hotel. We register and are escorted upstairs to a huge suite. There is a bedroom for Jay and me, one for Shawn and one for Judge Mitchell. There is also a huge living room and a small kitchenette.

We notice a huge fruit basket on a table right inside the door and Jay reads the card. It says “Welcome to New York City. Hope your stay is enjoyable. ABC”

“Well I guess they aren’t sparing any expense.” Judge Mitchell says. We go over our story for a while. John tells us what we can and can’t talk about because of the pending charges. He also informs us that all eight of the PA Sate Police Troopers have been suspended pending the investigation. And charges will be brought against them as soon as the District Attorney’s Office is done with the paperwork. He tells us that they have received copies of the tapes from the dashboard cameras and are reviewing them now. They have located three of the four guys from the diner. That was probably the easiest thing so far. They were picked up at a local emergency room the next day seeking medical treatment for their injuries.

I apparently had broken both collar bones of the guy I had punched in the chest. I had broken the jaw of the one that I had punched in the face. And given the one I had kicked in the head a mild concussion. John and Jay both say they got what they deserved. And that I should not feel sorry for them, because of the look I had on my face when John explained their injuries.

Then he asks about a civil suit. Jay and I answer at the same time, “No.”

He looks at us funny. Then he asks, “Why?”

“Because in a civil lawsuit we sue the State Police, the only ones that will suffer are the taxpayers of Pennsylvania. And if we sue the troopers themselves, they’re probably going to loose their jobs. So their families will suffer more than them. Lt Ford will probably get a prison term from what he did, causing a lawsuit against him to make his family suffer even more. We won’t do that to them.” Jay says.

“You both agree on this?” He asks to me.

“Yes, we’ve already talked about it. And Jay said it’s up to me, because I was the one that was hurt. But he did agree with me after I explained why I wouldn’t sue them.” I tell John.

“Fair enough; I’ll let your parents’ law firm know the civil lawsuit is out.” He says. “Well they want us there around five o’clock so we have time to get ready. We better head over there now.” He says looking at his watch.

We head back down stairs and the guy at the front desk stops us. “Sirs, I just tried calling your room, your limousine is out front, waiting on you.” He says.

“Limo?” Jay and I say at the same time.

“What can I say?” Judge Mitchell says. “I guess they really want to hear your story.”

We walk out the glass front doors and notice a very long black limo idling at the curb. The drive is standing at the back door waiting to let us in. As we walk up to him he asks, “Judge Mitchell and the Millers I presume?”

“Yes.” John tells him.

He shows us into the car, and closes the door. There is a car seat inside already for Shawn. Jay buckles him in. The driver walks around to the driver seat and gets in, checks that we are ready and pulls away from the curb. After about a ten minute ride we arrive at the ABC studios and are met at the front desk by one of the World New producers. She introduces herself and takes us to a room so they can put microphones on us. A makeup artist and hair stylist come in and get us ready for the show. I refuse the makeup, I tell them there is no way I will go on TV wearing it. They try telling me that everyone wears makeup on TV even the guys, but I won’t budge.

After a while we are escorted out to the studio were the news is done. Charlie Gibson is talking about forest fires in California with the unusually dry summer they are having. Then they cut to a commercial. We are taken to chairs that have been set up for us and are introduced to Charlie just before they come back from the commercial. For some reason they want Jay to hold Shawn through the interview.

When they are back from the commercial, Charlie explains about the Amber Alert that was posted Friday. He then turns to Judge Mitchell and introduces him to the viewers. He asks him a couple questions and Judge Mitchell explains that the Amber Alert was sent out after a group of people at a diner in Eastern Pennsylvania had made a false police report about two gay men that they believed had kidnapped a baby. Charlie then introduces Jay and me and asks us, “You are the two men that the Amber Alert was sent out about?”

“Yes.” Jay answers a little nervous.

“How did you find out about the Amber Alert?” Charlie asks.

“We were heading back to school from home and after stopping at the diner for lunch and to feed our son. We were attacked trying to leave. Zack is a black belt in karate and had to fight our way out. He protected our son and me from the four guys that were attacking us and not letting us leave. After getting out of there, we made our way back to the highway. After a while we saw the lights on the Amber Alert sign flashing, and discovered it was about us.” Jay explains to him.

“Were do you go to school?” Charlie asks me.

“Harvard.” I say.

“Harvard?” He says with a big grin on his face. “What are you studying?” He asks.

“I’m studying painting and photography. Jay is studying psychology. He wants to be a counselor after graduation.” I tell him.

“Good for you two.” He says. Then asks, “Why do you think the people at the diner thought you had kidnapped your son?”

“Because we are gay; they had stared at us the whole time we were there. Only one person left the diner while we ate. Even the ones that were obviously done with their meals when we got there didn’t leave. Then when we were getting ready to leave; four guys got up. Two blocked the door and two came up behind us. They asked us, ‘Where’d you two fags get the baby? Kidnap it?’” Jay explains to him.

“Did you tell them he was your son?” He asks.

“Yes we did. But they didn’t believe us. We told them we didn’t want any trouble and asked for them to let us leave. They refused. Then one of the ones behind us made a move for us and Zack reacted with karate and fought our way out.” Jay explains.

He continues asking us each questions and we answer him, explaining what happened. Some of the questions Judge Mitchell won’t let us answer because of the pending court cases against the four guys and eight police officers. He asks about the bruises and I show him my wrists and they show the pictures that Judge Mitchell had forwarded to them. Fortunately they don’t use the ones that you can tell I am in my underwear. When we are done Charlie’s eyes have tears in them. Just before ending the segment he looks directly into the camera, “I can’t believe that something like this can still happen in The United States. This Country should be ashamed of itself that two young gay men can’t go into a diner have a quiet meal and feed their son; without being harassed in this way. And then to compound the problem they get treated like that by the Pennsylvania State Police. I find that appalling.” He says as a tear runs down his cheek. They cut to commercial and Charlie asks us to wait until after the show he wants to talk to us some more.

We tell him we will wait and are shown back to the room we were taken to earlier. A little while later Charlie comes in and asks us if he could take us out to dinner. Saying he wants to get to know us better. We all gratefully accept his offer. We follow him back out to our limo and he tells the driver where to go. We have a great time talking over the fabulous meal. When the check comes Charlie and Judge Mitchell reach for it at the same time. Charlie gets to it first and says, “I invited you, I am paying.”

He sets the check down next to him as he digs in his pocket for his wallet and a glance at it. It is for four hundred dollars and some change. I just about fall out of my seat when I see it. I have no idea how much each of our meals cost because there was no prices on the menu. He told us to order what ever we wanted. I don’t think I could survive long in this city. It seems very expensive.

After giving the waiter his credit card he looks at Jay and me and says, “Guys I brought you out to dinner tonight because I personally want to take this opportunity to apologize for the way you were treated. I know I had nothing to do with it, but I just wanted to say I am sorry. And this was the least I could do.”

“Mr. Gibson…” I start.

“Call me Charlie.” He says.

“Ok. Charlie you didn’t have to bring us out to dinner to say that. But thank you. We had a great time.” I tell him.

The waiter brings his credit card back and he signs the receipt and we leave the restaurant. We all get back into the limo and it takes us back to the hotel, and then takes Charlie home. Shawn is just about asleep when we get up stairs so Jay puts him to bed. John, Jay and I talk for a while and head to bed; we have an early day tomorrow.

In the morning I wake to Shawn’s screams. I run from our room to his without grabbing my robe. I pick him up from his crib and hold him to me. As I am calming him down, John walks in and immediately turns his back on me. “What?” I ask him.

“I heard Shawn scream and thought something was wrong. I came to check on him.” John says.

“John, how come you’re not looking at me?” I ask him.

“Zack, do you realize you don’t have any clothes on?” He says.

“Oh shit. I heard him cry and didn’t even think of it. John I’m sorry.” I say to him.

“It’s alright. And Zack, you are really hot.” He says as he leaves the room.

I wait a few minutes giving him time to get back to his room before heading back to ours with Shawn. When I get there Jay is up and getting dressed. He looks at me and says, “You went to get him like that?”

“I heard him scream and I didn’t even think about where we are. John heard him too, and came in to check on him to make sure he was alright.” I say.

Laughing Jay says, “And?”

Embarrassed I say, “He said I’m hot, again.”

Jay comes to me and pulls me into a hug, “You are. And I love you.” He gives me a kiss and takes Shawn and heads out of the room. I get dressed and head out to the living room. Jay is in the kitchen area getting Shawn’s breakfast ready and John is sitting in one of the chairs reading the morning paper.

He looks up at me when I walk in and says, “I’m sorry I embarrassed you. But Zack you have a great body. You really need to stop being so self conscious. You have nothing to be embarrassed about, shit I wish I looked half as good as you two do. You both have great bodies.”

“Thanks. It’s just that I think of you like a father, and hearing you say you think I’m hot is really hard for me. I know I’m hot. I just don’t want to hear it from you. Ok?”

“Ok, I’ll never say it again.” He says. Jay feeds Shawn and as we are just finishing up getting ready, the phone rings. John answers it and when he is done he tells us the limo is down stairs waiting on us. So we head down and are taken to the Good Morning America studies. We again go through hair and makeup and then are escorted out to a waiting area.

Just before Robin is to interview us we are shown to an area just off the main studio where they interview guests. We take our seats and then Robin comes over and introduces herself to us, and tells us that she will be back in a few minutes to start the interview. After a short news segment she comes back and takes the empty seat across from us. When they come back from commercial she starts explaining about us and gives a few details about what happened. Then she starts asking questions, she asks each of us a question before moving to the next person. After about ten minutes we have told her and the viewers everything that John will allow us to say. They have shown the pictures of my bruises, even the ones of me in my underwear. I feel a little embarrassed but not as much as I thought I would have been.

When we finish she is noticeably crying and thanks us for sharing our story. When they go to commercial she gets up and gives Jay and me hugs saying how sorry she is for what happened. She plays with Shawn for a few minutes then has to go for the next segment. Just before the end of the show Diane and Robin talk for a minute about us. Diane is noticeably shaken by our story and she apologizes to us on the air.

The limo takes us back to our hotel and we back up the few things we had brought with us and return to school. As soon as we get back, the phone calls start. Friends and family call to say they saw us on TV and are sorry for what happened. Many people stop by just to see how we are doing and wish us well. At midnight I turn off the phone just so we can get some peace and quiet.

Lying in bed together I give Jay a very long and passionate kiss. I slide my hand from the side of his face down his bare chest and abs to his cock. He is already hard when I get there. I stroke his dick and fondle his balls for a few minutes, then slowly kiss my way down his chest and stomach. I lick his cock for a few minutes then suck his balls. He moans with every breath he takes. I try to suck both of them into my mouth but can’t they are just too big. I slowly roll one in my mouth with my tongue, then the other. Then move back to his cock. I lick and suck his head, lapping up his pre-cum. I deep throat him a few times then he asks me to fuck him.

I lift his legs and rim him for awhile loosening him up and getting him nice and wet to except my cock. After about ten minutes he reaches down and grabs my shoulder and pulls me up to him. We kiss for a few minutes before I slide my cock into his hole. He gasps as I hit his prostrate and throws his head back in passion. I make slow love to him for about thirty minutes, edging myself for as long as I can. When I feel my orgasm building and don’t want to stop it this time. I draw all the way out of him and drive my cock into his ass as hard as I can, holding it there. The orgasm steals through my body and I shoot deep into him. I am so caught up in my orgasm I don’t even realize that Jay is jacking himself off. Something hits me in the face and brings me back to reality. I look down and see cum flying everywhere. By the time he is finished he is covered in his own cum. Without removing my cock from him I lean down and lick as much of his cum up as I can. When I’m done I lean down to him and give him a kiss. Afterwards he licks his cum from my face and I withdraw my spent dick from his hole and collapse on the bed next to him.

He rolls onto his side and places his head on my chest and I hold him. We say our I love yous and fall asleep in each others arms.

The following morning Jay is up and getting dressed when I roll over and realize he is not in bed. I sit up and ask him what he is doing, it’s only five thirty.

“I was getting ready to head over to the school gym to work out.” He says.

“What about me?” I ask him.

“Somebody has to stay with Shawn.” He says.

“Why can’t we take him with us? We can take his stroller and he can sit in it while we work out. And I was thinking about us getting one of those strollers that you can run with. That way we can continue our runs together too.” I tell him.

He agrees and says that sounds like a good idea. I get up and get dressed as Jay goes and gets Shawn ready to go. I pack a bag for the gym for both of us and we head over there. Shawn sits in his stroller and watches us intently as we move from machine to machine doing our workout. When we are done we head back home and while Jay is taking a shower I get breakfast ready. We eat and Jay feeds Shawn as I take a shower. I find it hard to believe how much more he is doing for Shawn. It’s like he is a different person towards him since what happened almost a week ago. I think he really thought we would loose him or each other that day. He is even showing more love for me and doing more for me then before.

We leave for class, Jay leaving a few minutes before me so he has time to drop Shawn off at day care. He takes my car; there is no way of getting a car seat into his. I take my motorcycle. My classes go smoothly; I find that I didn’t miss that much, I can easily get caught up. We meet up for lunch at the commons and have a nice chat with a few people that had seen us on TV. They express their sympathy for what happened. It seems every time we are together in public someone recognizes us and has to come up to talk. We don’t get any negative feedback for what we did. Everyone seems to understand why we told our story on national TV with out having to explain.

Over the next few weeks everything slowly returns to normal. Shawn no longer wakes up screaming and starts going to some people that want to hold him. John keeps us informed about what is happening in the cases against the guys at the diner and the police officers. He tells us on one call that the fourth guy from the diner turned himself in fearing he would get caught and have further charges brought against him.

We buy a running stroller for Shawn so we can keep up our training routine. He loves sitting in it as we run. He laughs and giggles the whole time, watching the bright colors fly by. We are considering getting a puppy for him to grow up with. He loves animals so much. There is a couple that we pass on our runs that have a dog and Shawn plays with him when we stop for a short chat on our runs. I have always wanted a rottweiler so Jay tells me if that is the kind of dog I want we can get one.

We find a few breeders in our area that have puppies for sale and check them out in the evenings. Some are not reputable; their dogs are housed in small cages and don’t have much room to move around. Their cages are filthy and the dogs look sick. The last one we check out is awesome. All of her dogs are kept in large kennels with inside and outside housing. They are well cared for and clean. We look at the puppies she has ready and choose one. He is beautiful; the perfect example of a rott. We buy him for five hundred dollars. He is worth every penny; both of his parents are champions at shows. Jay immediately falls in love with him.

After leaving the kennel we head to a pet store and get everything we will need for him; food dishes, food, toys, a leash, and a collar. We get home and he becomes an instant member of the family. Jay lays Shawn on the floor and he starts crawling after the dog; ‘chasing’ him all over the apartment. After a few days Shawn starts saying doggy; his second word. Jay comes up with a name for him, King. It fits him so well, the way he struts around the place you would think he is a king in his castle.

The dates for the trials are finally set; just before Thanksgiving. We will have to leave school early again this year. We must be there for the trials to testify. We inform the school and Dean Rogers makes all the arrangements for us. He informs our professors and has them prepare a list of our assignments that we will miss. And their student assistants will prepare transcripts of classes for us again. Sometimes I can’t believe how helpful he is towards us. I think he shows me favoritism over the other students.

At the beginning of November we take Shawn to the doctors for his nine month check up. He is growing perfectly, nothing unusual is found during the physical. After the doctor is done checking him out; he informs us Shawn will be getting three shot. This is the hard part for us. Standing there holding him while someone sticks a needle into him. Listening to him scream and knowing in some way we are to blame for his pain. A few minutes after the shots are given he calms down and starts giggling and playing with the nurse. He almost instantly forgets about the pain she had just caused him.

We leave for home the next day and prepare for the trials. Taking King with us; Jay doesn’t want to leave him in a kennel for that long. He has fallen in love with the dog. They are just about inseparable. King follows him everywhere. Jay even has got him used to sleeping at the foot of our bed. I don’t understand that after the way he carried on about Shawn sleeping with us. But I don’t say anything to him. King has become his dog in the few weeks we have had him.

John tells us that the four guys at the diner have agreed to have one combined trial; instead of having four separate ones. Theirs’ is first and the quickest. The first day one of the guys’ lawyers stands and tells the Judge his client would like to change his plea from not guilty to ‘no contest’ and is willing to testify against the others for a reduced sentence. Then two of the other lawyers inform the Judge that their clients have reached plea bargain agreements with the District Attorney. The Judge looks over the plea bargains and accepts them.

Then asks the last if he would like to change his plea or accept a plea bargain. His lawyer informs the Court no, he wants to take his chances at trial. As the jury had been selected the week before the Judge asks the bailiff to show the jury in. As the jury enters the room and takes their seats the Judge instructs the courtroom what he expects to happen during the trial. This is more for the TV cameras in the courtroom, he doesn’t seem too happy to have so many of them there, but after Jay and I told our story on national TV it has gotten a lot of recognition.

As the trial begins the two lawyers say their opening remarks. After that the District Attorney calls Jay to the stand and then me. We both answer their questions; the guys lawyer tries to make it sound like we started the fight, but can’t. I explain how his client had made the first move, and I reacted to him, protecting my family. A few more witnesses are called that were in the diner, their account of what happened compares to Jay’s and mine. I can’t believe that someone that was in that place is actually sticking up for us.

The District Attorney rests and now it’s the defenses turn. He calls a couple of witnesses and they make up a completely different account of what happened. When the District Attorney cross examines the last one his story falls apart and the Judge reminds him about the penalty for perjury. He finally tells the truth and the defense rests. After both lawyers say their closing remarks, the Judge instructs the jury on the charges and what should happen during deliberation.

It only takes about two hours for the jury to reach a verdict. We all file back into the courtroom and the judge calls everyone to order and then calls in the jury. The defendant is instructed to rise. The judge gives the courtroom instruction that if there is an outburst during the reading of the verdict he will clear the room. The jury foreman stands and as the judge reads off each charge the foreman answers guilty. He is found guilty on all charges against him, to include charges committed during the commitment of a hate crime. The judge remands him into custody and sets a date for sentencing. He is taken away in hand cuffs.

My Mom and Dad hug both Jay and I. We all thank the District Attorney and Judge Mitchell for everything and Mom and Dad take us out to celebrate. We have a great meal together. A bunch of people come up to us and tell us they are proud of us for what we did. It seems there are more people that support gay couples out there then I previously thought. Most people accept us for who we are as people, and don’t seem to mind what we are.

Over the next few days we spend a lot of time with Judge Mitchell and the District Attorney that is handling the case against the State Police Officers. He goes over everything that could happen and goes through mock trials, asking us questions and reviewing our answers. He double and triple checks everything. He doesn’t want any surprises in court.

The day before the trial is to begin Judge Mitchell calls us and informs us that all but Lt Ford have either changed pleas, pleading guilty to lesser charges, or have taken plea bargains. Only Lt Ford refuses to admit he did anything wrong. Then next day the trial begins.

It starts out about the same way. Jay and I testify. The next to be called is Lt Ford’s supervisor Captain Jackson. He testifies that when the Amber Alert came in he was just going off duty and told Lt Ford that he had dealt with calls like that coming from the town in question and they all turned out to be hoaxes. The town seems to have something against gays and to handle the situation carefully. He knows how the lieutenant feels about gays, but leaves him to handle the case. He hopes that they won’t get any reports about our whereabouts until after we leave Pennsylvania. Unfortunately that doesn’t happen and he finds out later that night what Lt Ford did to us.

He tells the court that after we were released. Lt Ford became outraged that we were let go and went off on him, his superior. He was immediately removed from duty without pay. And after the trial more disciplinary actions will take place pending the outcome of the trial. Four of the other officers are called to testify and they all say they were just following orders. But add they are sorry for what happened and never once thought we were kidnappers.

The District Attorney rests after two days of testimony. The defense takes over and their only witness is Lt Ford himself. After about two hours of his testimony the District Attorney asks him a couple questions and says nothing further your honor. The defense rests. Again the judge instructs the jury on the charges and then releases them to deliberate.

After one hour the verdict is back. The District Attorney says that that is a good sign as we head back into the court room. The judge orders everyone to take their seats and brings the room to order. The jury is brought back in and then the judge tells Lt Ford to stand for the reading. The charges are read out loud and the jury foreman answers guilty to each to include a couple charges of committing hate crimes. He is taken into custody and remanded to jail to await sentencing. The judge thanks the jury for their service and releases them.

Again we hug my parents along with John and we all go back to my parent’s house to eat this time. Mom and Dad make a great dinner for us and John. We eat and talk late into the night. No one seems to want this day to end. At around one am John finally leaves and heads home. We turn in for the night, falling asleep in each others’ arms. King sleeps at the foot of our bed.

 

[hungbuzz]

Lonewolf this is a magnificant story. every chapter is a masterpiece and i cant wait to read the next one



Mikko

 

[keigan86]

Lonewolf I just finished reading chapter 11 and it was great. It actually took me two hours to read it because I kept crying so much while reading it. You have a way of touching our hearts and I thank you for that. Keep up the great work.

 

[coastieboy00]

I look forward to every new chapter you put out Lonewolf. Please keep up the great work.

 

[polarnyc]

Great chapter Lone Wolf. The court scene was so detailed that I felt like I was there myself! I love dogs so thank you for adding the cute little King!