Short and Simple Part 1

Chapter 246

Short and Simple

Part 1

 

Mr. Tate turned down a dirt road and we continued in silence, except my mind was reeling; questioning if Mom and Dad would really consider selling me and my brothers. Something said no, but it really made you think, mostly because of our argument in regards to Shawn. Would Mom and Dad really sell us so they could have Shawn home without the worry of us interfering with them? Man, I wanted to scream and speak my mind, Dad facial expression was so unclear. It didn’t help knowing that if my father or even my mother was offered that kind of money even now they would take it no questions asked. It wasn’t if they hadn’t sold me before and would have gotten away with it if it wasn’t for my grandmother.

Terry seemed more melancholy as we got closer to what looked like an old abandon farmhouse about two miles or so away from the main road as we stopped in front of a large metal gate and crossing guarding that was locked. Mr. Tate calmly got out of the car and unlocked it and opened the gate telling Dad to get into the driver seat and pull the car into the farm. Mr. Tate waited for everyone to come through the gate before relocking it and getting back into the car. We drove up behind the house and finding two more cars and large white van where Antonio was carrying in supplies with some of our crew.

You could smell the damp air and the wood smoke from the chimney. On the outside of the farm really wasn’t much to look at. It was patterned like one those houses you would see on the Walton’s TV show; two stories with large framed little houses sitting on the roof looking out towards the road. 

The white paint had faded the look to it and some of it was just either peeling or not there at all. The screen door was in need of repair and so did the back porch leading into the house itself where the main kitchen was. The front of the house had large half porch were large dirty white wicker chairs and swing hung off its hinges. Nothing about the house said some lived here or was to make it look that nobody lived here.

Even the glass had muted dirty look with dark ugly curtains preventing anyone from looking inside. Not that they could with the gate locked with a sign on it that said private property and no trespassing. With bullet holes in it, indicating that people doing so would be shot on sight.

Mr. Tate gave a smug smile as Dad tested the steps hearing them groan the moment he put his full weight on them. Dad said. “You got to be kidding me, I could think of far better places for these two boys to get acquainted.”

Mom agreed. Mr. Tate smiled even more, “It’s more what you are not seeing Mr. Carrion. The house may not be much too look at, but does have all the modern convinces, like indoor plumbing and electricity, it even has its own backup generator one in the basement and one in the barn; where I have a small filming studio, with the latest toys at my fingertips in film making.

“This used to be my parent's farm growing up, I purchased it soon after my father died and converted to a small studio where I can be alone and work without distractions, which is perfect for our needs. Now let’s go inside where it is nice and toasty, must I remind you we don’t have a lot of time, to be wasting. We will be spending the night here, instead of some sleazy cheap hotel. After all, we can’t afford to have everyone knowing where you are and your son Nate are at the moment. Considering he and you aren’t really allowed out this far. If anyone asks you are spending the night at my estate in Heber.

“That way no one would think differently once Nate has had a chance to visit with his mother, and Terry and he can get acquainted without any distractions, allowing us to work on the premiere of Tangled Hearts. Remember it was you that insisted to come in the first place. Not that I blame you… I would have done so myself not trusting me, after last time I had “borrowed” your son. Yet I am a man of my word I am bound by your contract that prevents me from harming your son in any way or borrowing him without your permission.

“A contact in which binds me by a blood oath that if that happens, I forfeit the use of the boy and his brothers and his friends and so on. I forfeit my very life and everything that belongs to me to you. I do not take that contract lightly and have no intentions of breaking it, which you recall I called you first informing you I had borrowed your son and why. I even gave you the location to where we would be, but instead, you insisted on coming.

“I could have made sure Nate saw his mother; everything would have been seen too. Again I understand that you do not trust me, and if the shoe was on the other foot I wouldn’t trust me either. Now its a*s cold out here and I prefer to get started. So if you would please for the love God stop complaining.”

Mr. Tate opened the door and said ladies first, letting Mom inside first before us while Dad and we boys grabbed our backpacks and Mom and Dads overnight bag. Antonio gave me a high five said. “Your boy’s room is up the stairs on the right the last one down the hall.” I didn’t question if Terry was sharing the room with me, or the bed for that matter finding only one large king size poster bed. A simple closet and a small bathroom with shower, and tub, the tub wasn’t as big as mine at home, but at least it was a Jacuzzi tub built for four and clean. With two sinks and large glass mirror with a brand new toothbrush, bubble bath, and soap, and several clean white soft plush towels.

The basics you would find in most bathrooms, except for the fact everything was still in its packages. The only odd things you would not find in most bathrooms were a fake penis and several tubes of lube and condoms sitting by the edge of the tub; and several Playboy magazines, both girls and boys to whatever you preferred. Plus a large screen TV in the corner with a stack of sex tapes, again both sexes in mind and a cheap boom box with more tapes stacked along its side lacking the romantic feel completely.

The other thing out of place in the bathroom and the bedroom was the low lighting and cameras that were fixed and angled towards the bed and the tub; which were controlled by remote control. It was obvious that this was modified for a sex room. Yet it was too small for the large cameras like Mr. Tate and his filming crew used at the summer cottage.

Terry said swallowing hard a few times. “I am guessing that Mr. Tate wants to film us like two gay lovers. Like those tapes I had watched on the plane and at his house in Heber;” sitting on the bed, taking off his backpack and laying to the side as his eyes roamed the colorless room. That was made up with bad tasting striped wallpaper that had been popular in the nineteen 60s known as drug-induced era.

Which included a red lava lamp on the nightstand and some dime-store picture that looked like it was a paint by numbers of some sailboat on the high seas. The room had no character to it, you didn’t know if it was a boy’s room or girl’s room. Mom hated rooms like this because it said cheap sleazy hotel. Even the bed-covering was that standoff bright orange turned musty brown, I questioned if it had clean sheets underneath, or if the pillows were mildew with age.

I said the obvious thing. Taking a seat next to him, noticing he was taller then me spite his ages look that reminded me so much of Jared. “Yes, but I wouldn’t call myself a gay lover, I prefer open-minded or well rounded.  I for one prefer girls over boys, and prefer accepting the fact there is nothing wrong with having a good penis or nice tumble in the bed with either one of each or whatever I am in the mood for.

“I, however, don’t know your preference, other than the fact we are both boys in a very bad situation. Knowing if we don’t do what Mr. Tate says we are both dead, our families are dead as well as many of my friends. That’s it’s my job to make sure none of that happens. By teaching you everything I know or at least the highlights to get you started. As well as your bother and whoever else Mr. Tate tells me to teach about sex either with a boy or girl or both. And do it quickly and unforced. It would be easier if you were born a nudist’s or grown up as one believing in the same principles that I do.

“I know what you are thinking, your thinking nudist don’t exist here or are in foreign countries where the law of loudness behavior doesn’t exist. Yet I promise you that it does here as much as anywhere else. It’s just hidden in secret where the world outside these walls doesn’t exist. Which is one of the best things I can teach you first? You should also know I have wrestled with the same problems you are going to be facing, like is it ok to kiss another boy, and have sex with them. And will you catch some diseases from it like STDs or aids; the answer is simple but complex.

“Yes and no, or maybe. Meaning yes you can and the reason why is because it is the sharing of bodily fluids, but it can only get you sick if you don’t keep yourself clean, like bathing often, and taking a strong regiment of vitamins and antibiotics to build up your immune system. I which I do… plus see a doctor every three months to make sure I stay healthy. It’s in the contract that Dad and Mr. Stringum makes us sign before we even consider doing so. We even carry a card stating that we have done and do all thee above.” I took my card out of my wallet and handed to him explaining it in greater detail before he handed it back to me.

Normally we would have exchanged cards, but he wasn’t a member of my club as it was. Yet I had no doubt that he would be, being as it is in the contract that Dad and them make us all sign before we really get acquainted, Dad and Stringum were breaking their own rules letting me and Terry get acquainted in this way. Kissing was one thing and full body massage and simple tasting; before we get to oral stimulation and the other in which neither have a choice to do it or putting our lives at risk.

Once I put my card away I said setting my glasses on the nightstand closes to me. “Kissing is a little less complicated to explain, then sharing a penis. The best way I can do it is by making you understand that people have been kissing since the beginning of time. True most have been kissing boys kissing girls and seeing your Mom and Dad kiss long before you try it yourself. I am not talking about a simple kiss on the cheek or a quick peck on the lips between your family members or sharing a spoon or a cup or a bottle or can of soda. I am talking full blown mouth too mouth trading breath, for breath tongue in each others mouth, trading each other germs. I know what you are thinking yew grosses.”

I smiled seeing his face taking the words right out of his mouth. I continued on by saying. “Kissing is the expression of love and comfort between two people, an expression of friends and friendships before it becomes sexually driven by two people or more. Ask yourself this question. Is kissing different between and boy and a girl, the answer is yes, but it can also be no… because there is a certain connection between them. Which I can’t explain except by showing you, and without having a girl here to show the difference you just going to have to take my word for it now.

“The other question I want you to think about is, if you can kiss lots of girls, girls can kiss lots of boys, without getting sick from all those germs. Can a boy kiss a boy or a girl kiss a girl in the same way? The answer is yes, it’s the same in that respect that kissing me and me kissing you will not hurt you, in fact, it will be most enjoyable once you get comfortable with the idea and you relax letting yourself get comfortable about being kissed in that way by a boy, then when you kiss a girl you will notice the awkwardness won’t be there because you know how to do it, and the girl will be more inclined to do more than just kissing. Which we will start with first, being as it the best way to start. Then we will move on to the other things we will be doing. Yet I need to explain a few things regarding simple words we use.”

I quickly explained them finding him shocked and very uncomfortable discussing the basics about sex and how our bodies work. The same things my grandmother had taught me when I was having my first hard-on and why as well as how completely normal it was. We skipped the religious aspects of it because no one can really agree on the matter, and if they did they would be either for it against or become hypocrites.

We still haven’t kissed. Other than the fact we laid back on the bed, side beside on the bed talking regarding our ever-changing bodies. I could hear movement down the hall as people were discussing rooms and plans that really didn’t concern us, and no one checked in on us even though the door was open.

I smiled when I overheard Dad telling Mom to leave me and Terry alone, that we would figure it out on our own in our own time. Hearing Mr. Tate grumble that we were just laying there talking and most of all still fully dressed. Dad said. “I told you, Mr. Tate we do things in our own time, we don’t force anyone to do anything they are not prepared to do. If they are talking that is the best thing they could be doing; must I remind you that you wanted the boys to get acquainted the old fashion way, friend’s first… lovers second. Without threats, without any distractions, and that includes you. Now if you don’t mind we are going sit down and plan our advents.”

Antonio entered the room and gave us a nod, and closed the door asking us how pizza sounded, getting two thumbs up. The noise stopped the moment the door closed hearing Mr. Tate over the loudspeaker. “Testing… one two three, boy’s can you hear me?”

I said. “Yes, we can hear you, just fine.”

Mr. Tate said. “Good, I am testing the cameras and the lightning if would be so kind to let me know when you boys are ready to begin.”

Terry broke out laughing. I couldn’t resist and laughed with him. Mr. Tate grumbled. “Oh God please make them hurry up.”

Stringum said. “Mr. Tate they won’t do anything with you breathing down their necks. Boys take your time, just not too much time, it’s little after 3 now and we must be at the hospital by 6. So if you could give Mr. Tate a little something he would be most graces.”

Terry said. “Like what? You want us to get naked and have sex like to gay lovers? For your information, I have never even had sex with a girl or even kissed one. Being as I am have only recently turned 14.  Girls are my biggest nightmare if you must know. And the only boys I have been naked with are when I showered with are boys in my gym class, and I have only bathed with my brother in the tub when we were toddlers.

“So forgive me I haven’t stripped naked and let Nate take me in the a*s like those men on those tapes you made me watch. You promised me that I wouldn’t be forced into it before I was ready. We have all night and tomorrow so don’t tell me to hurry up. I will be ready when I am good damn and ready to do it. So kindly leave us alone.”

Mr. Tate was about to say something but was cut off before he could. I watched the main two cameras in the room move so it could see us clearly, and noticed the little red light blinking indicating it was on. The ones on the bedposts were dead for now, but wouldn’t be once we have gotten past the kissing stage. I found the mics and unplugged them so Mr. Tate couldn't hear us talking. Knowing it would annoy him. Getting him to scream at me over the speaker to please plug them back in.

I flipped him off said. “When we want you in our room we will tell you.”

Terry grabbed his stomach and started to laugh out of control. He quickly said. “Well, that should starch his shorts.”

I agreed said. “Ok now, where were we? Oh yes, you were going to asks regarding the kind of things we are going to be doing. The answer is simple really were going to do everything you would do with a girl, minus the part where you get to explore a girl's sweet spot. Time again isn’t on our side. I prefer to do that part of the lesson in the tub so we can start with a clean body. We only have two hours, not enough time to do that the way I intend to do that.

“So I am going to assume that you are clean enough for a simple tasting, which includes a full body massage. No sex or taking you in the a*s as you put it; just a simple tasting for now as we learn what our bodies feel like and taste like. Then we will shower and get ready for dinner with my mother. I will remind you not to mention anything about Mr. Tate’s filming smut films. Just say you are in the play at school with me known as Tangled Hearts. And we were going over our lines together and came with me to help with our Halloween fundraiser.

“We don’t need her asking more questions than necessary, she’s fine with me kissing boys and stimulating each other. In fact, if she wasn’t in the hospital and we were at my mother house with the door closed. She would ask if she could participate, the same with my adoptive parents and brothers and sisters as well as my friends…”

I knew if I didn’t shut up we would be laying here doing nothing other then stare at each other wondering who was going to make the first move. That had already been decided not in words but in action that it was going to have to be me. God help me I was about to rape another boy. I was already questioning in regards to Shawn because some of the aspects I really liked and kissing happened to be one of them. You can learn so much from a simple kiss. Boy or girl, it didn’t matter.