Tim's Last Orgasm 34: Revelations and Last Minute Changes

It didn’t take long, only a few days, once Jared’s excellent attorney got on the case, to complete the formal adoption process that would make Tim the official and undisputed father of little Timmy. The attorney had proposed having Larry post huge bonds and other guarantees that he would not try to overturn the adoption some time later, but Tim had simply stated “That won’t be necessary. The object here is to make this as painless as possible for Larry.”
“But surely you understand that he can try to take the boy away from you some time in the future,” the attorney argued.
“‘THE BOY’ has a name,” Tim returned angrily. “You’ll have to take my word for it that such a thing will not happen in Timmy’s case.”

Jared tried to calm Tim, saying that the well meaning attorney was only trying to be thorough. “I understand,” the attorney assured them. “You are a new father, and a very young one at that and you are super sensitive about things like referring to your son as some sort of object. I apologize, Tim. I should not have been so insensitive.”

After their little altercation, Tim and his friend’s attorney got along famously. By the time Larry was scheduled to fly out Saturday afternoon the paperwork had all been done, they had been to court and had the adoption decree issued, and Timmy’s name was officially changed to Chandler. “Don’t be a stranger,” Tim said as Larry was about to pass through the security gates at the airport. Larry had requested that only Tim and Timmy see him off because he was pretty sure there would be tears, and he was embarrassed in advance.
“You can depend on it,” Larry answered as he gave Timmy one last hug. The little boy giggled and hugged Larry back. “There’s no way in the world I can walk outta this little guy’s life and never return. He’s all I’ve got left in Chicago... him and his family. I’ll be back.”
“You don’t think you can patch things up with your parents?” Tim asked.
“Not a chance,” Larry said bitterly. “They rejected my son and called him a little bastard. I’m not really angry, I just don’t want that sort of people in my life.”

Tim stood holding his son in the parking lot as they watched the big plane lift off and roar out of sight, bound for California. Larry had promised to try his best to get home during the summer, little knowing that he would not make it. He did return, and often, but it would be over a year before they would see him again. “C’mon, Timmy,” Tim whispered. “Grandma will be worried.”

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The rivalry between Lincoln High and Midwestern grew more intense as the season wore on. There wasn’t another team in the City Conference that presented even a slight threat, but when the two teams played each other it was always a toss-up who would win. Still as the competition heated up, Terry and Nate continued their practice of giving each other a giant bear hug following every game. They became well known for their tradition, having been written up in various newspapers several times. There was the obvious speculation that they were lovers, which they both denied vehemently saying they each had their own lover. It seemed that there were a lot of people who simply could not fathom how two young athletes could compete so vigorously during a game, then become inseparable friends as soon as the game was over. They finished the regular season with Midwestern in first place, Lincoln in second.

Tim and Nate had discovered what all new parents find out sooner or later: parenthood and sexual activity can be mutually exclusive. Tim had taken his new role as father very seriously and had spent most of his free time with Timmy. His mother had continued to keep him during the day when Tim was at school or working at the computer store, but all other times it seemed that Tim and his son could not be ripped apart with wild horses and 18-wheelers. But tonight, Saturday night, Virginia had put her foot down. She had ordered Tim out of the house, demanded that he take Nate out for a nice meal and then to the teen center, instructing them both that she didn’t want to see either one of them until some time Sunday. Then to complete the picture, they had found a note when they arrived at the Seymore home saying that Valerie was at the Chandlers and wouldn’t be home until Sunday night. Two very sharp minds had not taken long to figure out what to do in an empty house with lots of time.

“You were kinda hard on my brother tonight,” Tim said as he crawled in bed with Nate.
“Whadda ya mean,” Nate challenged. “They won, didn’t they?”
“Yeah, by 3 points,” Tim replied. “I saw you cause him to foul at least twice.”
“So what? He did the same to me, an’ he’s better at it than I am.”
“I dunno about that,” Tim speculated. “You’re getting pretty good at drawing fouls yourself.”
“So, you’re the new basketball critic, are you?”
“I should be, with all the games I’ve watched this winter.”

“You’re just there to watch all us hot guys run around in our shorts.” Nate said with an evil grin.
“You know it,” Tim admitted. “One in particular.”
“Anyone I know?” Nate asked.
“Yeah, you probably know him,” Tim grinned. “But not as well as I do.”
“‘Zat so!” Nate questioned. “What do you know that I don’t?”
“Well, for example, I happen to know when I run my hand up his gorgeous leg like this, and squeeze his cute balls, like this...”
“Yeouch!” Nate yelped. “That smarts!”
“Uh-huh,” Tim replied. “That’s what I know, that I can make this real hunk yelp any time I want to. I know something else too, and I bet you don’t.” Tim kept squeezing playfully as he smirked at his lover.

“That’s startin’ to really hurt,” Nate complained good-naturedly. “Keep it up and I might have to apply some quick discipline.”
“Promises, promises,” Tim said with a grin as he squeezed a little harder.
“So what is it that you know that makes you feel so frisky tonight?” Nate asked as he tried in vain to wrestle his lover’s iron grip from his balls.
“Why don’t you guess?” Tim suggested, giving an extra hard squeeze as he did.
“You squeeze my nuts much harder and any guesses I make will be with a soprano voice,” Nate cautioned. He retaliated by grabbing Tim’s balls and squeezing them hard. C’mon, Tim, what is it?” he pleaded.
“You gotta guess,” Tim teased.
“I have no idea. C’mon, you frisky queer, let go my nuts and tell me what’s such a big secret.”

“Ok, ok, I’ll tell you,” Tim sighed with mock disgust. “You’re not gonna believe it anyway.”
“Just tell me,” Nate begged as he really came on to Tim’s balls. Tim grunted, but he refused to release his own grip.
“Well, it’s like this,” he said. Beads of sweat were appearing on both their foreheads now, but neither would give in as they squeezed harder and harder. “I’ve been noticing for quite a while now, every time I sqeeze your nuts, it makes you cum.”
“You’re so full of it,” Nate scolded. “That was your big secret?”
“Watch and see,” Tim promised. “Before we sleep tonight you’re gonna be shooting.”

To Nate’s total surprise, Tim was right. Before they were even close to finishing their lovemaking, Nate had gone rigid and felt the delicious wave of orgasm course through his body, and had it not been for Tim’s... well, let’s just say a certain part of Tim’s anatomy that is usually used to receive food, there would have been a real mess in Nate’s bed.

“How did you figure that out?” Nate asked as they snuggled together and prepared for sleep.
“I dunno, I guess it’s been on my mind a lot lately,” Tim replied. “I just kinda started thinking back to all the times you came and all the times you didn’t, and I asked myself what was the difference. That’s when I realized what it was. So it turns out you’re a little masochist,” he added with a grin, knowing very well the remark would earn him a punch in the ribs. He grunted loudly when Nate followed through.

“Tim!” Nate exclaimed as he sat up in bed. “If it works for me, maybe... I mean...”
“I was kinda hoping the same thing,” Tim interrupted. “But you gave them a pretty good squeeze tonight and nothing happened.”
“Yeah, I guess I did at that,” Nate agreed. “I’m sorry, Tim. I thought maybe you had discovered a breakthrough.”
“It’s ok,” Tim said. “I’m kinda getting used to it now. I’ll probably have a wet dream tonight. Believe it or not I’m starting to feel them coming on. If there was only some way of preventing those wet dreams, maybe the pressure would build up enough that... but that’s only more fantasy. Just kiss me and let’s go to sleep.”

Tim did have a wet dream about an hour later. By sheer will Nate was awake when it happened, but Tim never stirred from the deep sleep he was in. “I was hoping I could tell you it was a real teeth rattling orgasm,” Nate told him in the morning. “But, well, it just wasn’t, Tim. Your body shivered just a little and then you were squirting. It was kinda a non-event. I’m sorry, Tim.”
“It’s ok, Nate, really,” Tim replied. “C’mon, let’s get dressed and go check on our son. I kinda miss him.” In truth it wasn’t ok at all, but Tim had resolved to accept whatever came or didn’t cum, and he certainly didn’t want to burden his lover with problems he could do nothing about anyway. In the meantime there was a tiny boy a few blocks away that Neither Tim nor Nate could be away from for very long without feeling guilty, so they hurried to get washed and dressed, then they headed for the Chandler home.

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“Are you sure about this?” Dr. Smith asked as he had one final interview with James. “I thought you had decided firmly that you wanted a little stump.” James was lying on a stretcher, naked, having one last conversation with Dr. Smith before going into the OR with the large observation gallery filled with students at the university.
“I’m sure, doctor,” James said. “I’ll go through with this surgery because I know you’ve got a bunch of students waiting, but as soon as basketball season is over I’m coming to Cancun to have the complete job.”
“Don’t worry about the observers,” Dr. Smith told him. “That’s part of being medical students. They have to learn that the patient comes first, and especially in a case like this it’ll be a good object lesson for them. The patient has the right to change his mind up to the second he goes to sleep, and I’m not going to do two procedures on you just so they can see a show. You just let me know when you’re ready and I’ll set it up. In the meantime enjoy your penis as long as you have it.”

Before James could say any more, the doctor was gone. He had two other procedures to do for the students, both involving sex changes, so the day was not a total loss for him. James sheepishly got dressed and went out to the waiting room where Jared was waiting, thinking that his lover would be under anaesthetic by now. “What happened?” he asked with surprise when James approached.
“I changed my mind,” James announced. “I’m gonna wait for the end of the season, then get a full penectomy.”
“But... you said...” Jared sputtered.
“I know what I said,” James said firmly. “I changed my mind, Jared. I wanna be like you and the others. And if the frustration gets too much, I’ll just go get the rest off.”

James did not go to Cancun in March, much to Jared’s relief, because the Midwestern High basketball team was in the State championships along with Lincoln High. James would not miss this opportunity, and his resolve was only increased by the news that Coach Masterson would be there. James and Jason didn’t know what their status would be once the former coach returned, but they were determined to see the current season to an end if they possibly could. “No problem here,” Masterson declared when they voiced their concerns before the first game. “I still have a lot of physiotherapy to do, and I think I’m going to stay in California anyway. But I had to come back to see my boys when I heard how well they’d done. I’m just here as a part of Midwestern’s cheering section.”

“You’re leaving for good?” Terry questioned after Masterson’s reunion in the dressing room.
“I’m not needed here,” the coach said. “You guys have really done well under Jason and James here, and there’s no way I’m gonna break that rhythm. I just dropped by to let you all know how proud I am of you, and to let you know I’m still behind you wherever you all go. This is one hell of a team, both on and off the court.”

James didn’t regret postponing his surgery the second time. He and Jason led their team to the State championships, followed closely by Lincoln. Terry and Nate, together with two very needy seniors from Midwestern were all offered full scholarships, which Terry announced he was going to decline. “You can’t do that,” James told him.
“But I don’t need it,” Terry countered. “If I take a scholarship, that’ll be one less for kids who can’t afford to go to college, and that’s just not fair.”
“If you don’t take the scholarship there’s a good chance you won’t get to play at all,” James explained. “I know that’s not very fair, but that’s the way the system works. And I for one think it’d be a dirty shame if you don’t play.”
“Since you put it that way I guess I have no choice,” Terry said. So he and Nate put their heads together to figure out how they could end up at the same school.

Meanwhile Jared’s mind had not been idle. He had been trying to solve the problem of the very lopsided sex drive between himself and James, and he finally came up with what he thought could be the solution. “I’m gonna take HRT, he announced one evening on the way home from a movie.
“HRT?” James questioned. “You mean hormone replacement?”
“Uh-huh,” Jared replied excitedly. “I’ve already been discussing it with a doctor who is willing to give me the shots, and even teach me how to self inject.”
“But Jared, you’ve always told me how much you like your small immature body. If you start taking testosterone...”

“The doctor is gonna put me on a very small dose,” Jared explained. “He told me that there might be some increase in body hair, my muscles might harden up a little, but that should be about all. I’ve gotta do this, James. I’ve gotta try everything possible before you go cutting things off.”
“That’s fine if you want to, but the penectomy is going to happen,” James stated determinedly. “I’ve already made up my mind. So as soon as the term is over I’m going to Cancun. Hopefully I’ll be back and healed in time to work with the inner city kids again this summer.”
“You love those kids, don’t you James?”
“I love ALL kids,” James confirmed. “They didn’t choose to live in the city, in the slums amid all those drugs and lowlifes and crime. There are some really great kids there, and anything I can do to make the lives of those slum kids a little better, I’m gonna do it.”

Having secured his lover’s approval for his plan, Jared wasted no time getting to the doctor for his first shot. To his dismay, James had a basketball game the afternoon of his appointment so he had to go alone. He hadn’t told anyone else about his plan, but Don had somehow figured out something was up. “Are you ok?” he asked as Jared was getting ready to go to the doctor.
“I’m fine,” Jared said nervously. “What makes you think something’s wrong?”
“Well, for starters you’re about as nervous as I’ve ever seen you. Then this morning while you were out your broker called and wanted to know when he could talk to you. I checked your appointment book and saw that you had a doctor’s appointment this afternoon. I hope you’re not having complications from your surgery.”

“My surgery?” Jared said with a gasp. “What on earth are you talking about?”
“Come on, Jared,” Don said with a knowing smirk. “How stupid do you think I am? You had a penectomy.”
“You know about that?” Jared asked as panic gripped his entire body.
“Of course I know,” Don replied with a grin. “I make it a point to know where you are and what you’re doing. I care about you, Jared, whether you want me to or not.”
“So I suppose that means my father knows about it too?”
“No, Jared, he doesn’t know. I thought about telling him, but it would accomplish nothing except possibly get you into a lot of trouble. Your relationship with your father is improving and I don’t want to mess that up. And besides, it’s not as if he asked me or anything.”

“Thanks,” Jared said, sighing with relief. “But I’ve gotta ask, is there a price for your silence?”
“As a matter of fact there is,” Don replied with a sly grin. “I think it only fair that you do something for me in return.” Jared braced himself for the worst. “I already told you I care about you,” Don went on. “So in return for my silence, I want to know why you’re going to the doctor, and why you’ve chosen not to go to the same doctor you’ve always had.”

Thinking that he had little choice, Jared told all. Don sat and listened, astonished that Jared would do such a thing as take hormones after he had spent the first 18 years of his life being very adamant that he didn’t ever want to be a sexual being. “I thought you were making a mistake when you went for that surgery,” he observed. “I would have stopped you if I’d been able to think of a way.”
“This is only a temporary solution,” Jared pointed out. “We have something different in mind for the long term.”
“More surgery?” Don asked, assuming that James was planning on becoming a nullified eunuch as well. Jared just nodded, not bothering to tell him that James was planning to keep his nuts.

James didn’t go to Cancun after the Midwestern basketball season was over. He only had one week off before the inner city league began to play, and he didn’t want to take the chance of someone else getting the job. Jared was somewhat disappointed, but he didn’t say anything. His hormone shots had had very little effect on his libido, but his doctor had assured him that it would take time, but that it was better to take small doses until they determined exactly how much change it would make. Meanwhile Jared and James’ sex life just seemed to get worse.

The whole thing was brought to a head in mid July. James was refereeing a game between the Spartans and the Tigers at one of the many city gyms in downtown Chicago. Terry was playing for the Spartans and had been driven to the game by Laura, who went on to the college campus where she was taking a summer course. Jared had gone to Europe with his father for a week to conclude a business deal that could mean millions of dollars for him. He had asked his father to go with him for help and reinforcement, and of course his dad was delighted at the chance to do something with his son.

After the game, James was approached by a social worker who had been watching the game. “You are really good with those kids,” she exclaimed. “You made some pretty tough calls during that game, and they accepted your authority better than I’ve ever seen. You should go into social work.”
“I’m not that great,” James replied. “I’ve worked with those kids for three years now, and I guess they know I don’t take any foolishness.”
“That’s what I mean,” the young lady said. “You seem to be able to be stern with them and they accept it. That’s very unusual for some of these kids.”
“I enjoy working with them,” James said self consciously. “Some of them don’t have a whole lot of options in life, so if I can brighten their lives and give their ego a little boost by refereeing a game I love anyway, it seems like a small price to pay.”
“Perhaps you’d like to discuss it at dinner tonight?” the girl suggested. “I consider myself quite a good cook, but I never get to cook for anyone.”

Terry was standing in the parking lot waiting for Laura when he saw James and Linda emerge. They were very engrossed in conversation and didn’t see him. Terry felt rather uncomfortable having seen what he did, so he backed behind a tree in case James noticed him. When Laura arrived ten minutes later, she found Terry in a rather bitchy mood, but he refused to admit there was anything wrong.

If James had been a little more experienced in the ways of the heart, he might have suspected that Linda had far more in mind than eating dinner and discussing social work and inner city kids. When she poured them each a glass of wine, then sat very close to James on her couch as they waited for dinner to cook, she lost no time getting very close to her unsuspecting victim. James had not had sex of any kind for two weeks, and his physical desires were pretty difficult to conceal as Linda explored.

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“We’ve finished three days early,” Bruce Wallace exclaimed as they sat in a nice restaurant in Amsterdam.
“Yeah, thanks to you, Father,” Jared replied with admiration. “That was a really brilliant idea you came up with, and I don’t see how it can fail.”
“I just made some suggestions,” Bruce pointed out. “You’re the one who did all the negotiating. I’m really impressed, son.”
“Thanks,” Jared said self-consciously. “But don’t get the wrong idea, Dad. I’m still going into medicine. I’m gonna do the best I can with Grandfather’s money, but as soon as I can find the right person, I’m gonna hire a business manager.”

“So what would you like to do now?” Bruce asked. “We’ve got three more days here. We can tour around Europe, or just stay here, or go home ahead of schedule.”
“I’d rather just go home,” Jared answered. “I’ve got lots to do there, and...”
“And you’re missing James, right?” Bruce suggested.
“Maybe a little,” Jared answered. “But honestly, I do have lots to do.”
“Fine, I’ll call the airlines after we eat. But what about tonight? I have a friend I’d like to go see and I hate to have you just sit in your room alone. I have a phone number that you’re welcome to use if you like. I know you’re a healthy young man and you have certain... needs. If you’d like to give them a call, it’ll be our little secret.”
“A brothel?” Jared said with surprise. It was at that precise moment that his hormone injections decided to kick in. For the very first time since his surgery, Jared felt a stirring in his groin, the distinct sensation of a phantom erection. It felt so real he unconsciously slipped his hand to his lap to see if his penis had somehow grown back during the day.

“Don’t look so surprised,” his father remarked. “I hope you’re mature enough now to realize that I haven’t lived my entire life as a monk. I wouldn’t think of doing this in America, but it’s different here. Most of the prostitutes are well cared for and tested regularly. They’re careful and in some cases even regulated. It’s pretty well accepted in many cultures, you know. It’s a customary way to relieve some pressure in a variety of situations where the traditional marriage bed is not available..”
“So I take it that’s where you’re going tonight?” Jared asked, not sure he wanted to hear the answer.
“I’m not going to answer that question,” Bruce countered. “I’m also not going to ask you if you’re going to make the call. I’ll just leave the number and you can make your own decision.”

“Have you forgotten that I’m gay?” Jared asked.
“No, I haven’t forgotten,” his dad replied. “There are males and females available, so you can have your pick. Actually some gay men choose a girl just to see what it’s like, and some straight men will go with a young man sometimes. There’s no rule, you know.”

Jared felt his face flush. He also felt his raging phantom erection intensify. It’s difficult to say what he would have felt had he known that his father was in fact on his way to a rendezvous with a very pretty 19 year old boy with whom he’d had sex several times in the past two years. As it was, the thought had never entered Jared’s mind, even after his father had accepted his sexuality much more gracefully than Jared would ever have dared hope. “Keep the number,” Jared said as he passed the slip of paper back across the table without looking at it. “I appreciate it, Father, but I’m simply not interested.” He was lying, but he didn’t want to take the chance of spending the entire evening alone with that phone number. The way he was feeling at that moment he wasn’t at all sure he wouldn’t be tempted to use it.

All the way back across the Atlantic Jared’s urges nagged at him, rebuked him for not having taken advantage of the opportunity to give it a try. But with those urges and frustrations came an excitement he had never known before. When he finally got James into bed, which he planned to do right after dinner, he would attack him like never before. James would be so pleased! They could have a sex life after all!

“Where’s James?” Jared inquired as soon as he was in the door. It was a little after 6 PM and the staff, having been forewarned that their employers would be home early, had prepared a sumptuous meal.
“I have no idea,” Don replied reluctantly. “We’ve hardly seen him at all since you left. He has been leaving very early in the morning and coming home rather late, if at all.”
“If at all?” Jared questioned.
“That’s perhaps not fair,” Don corrected himself. “He stayed out night before last all night, but that’s the only time.”

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Terry had finally expressed his concerns to Laura after three days during which he was so grumpy and snappy he was absolutely no pleasure to have around. “But that doesn’t mean anything,” Laura argued. “If she’s a graduate student studying Social Work, she could just be taking advantage of James’ free time to do research or something.”
“She’s doing research all right,” Terry retorted. “You didn’t see them, Laura. I can just imagine some of her findings.”
“So what’re you gonna do?” Laura asked.
“I have no idea,” Terry answered. “Jared is too nice a guy to get treated that way, if I’m right. But if I’m wrong and say something when Jared gets back I’ll be starting a whole mess of trouble for nothing.”
“Have you thought of talking to James about it?” she suggested.
“Yeah, I’ve thought about it,” he answered. “Trouble is I got no proof. If he denies it, then I’m screwed. I can’t very well say anything to Jared if James has already denied everything.”
“Then perhaps you should just say nothing,” she observed.

As it turned out Terry didn’t have to say anything; the facts came out all by themselves, without anyone saying anything. James arrived home at 2 AM to find Jared in bed, wide awake, reading. “You’re home early,” James said the obvious after he had closed the bedroom door. “That could mean good news because you finished early, or bad because negotiations fell through.”
“I thought it was good news when I got home at 6,” Jared said with a slight edge in his voice. “Now I’m not so sure. Where on earth have you been, James?”
“I saw no point in coming home early with no one here,” he replied. “There’s this graduate student who’s been watching some of our games and wanted to talk to me about some of the kids. She seems really interested in those kids.”
“SHE? And she kept you out all night?” Jared accused.
“Yes and no,” James replied nervously. “I mighta known Don would tell you about that.”
“He’s a bit of a mother hen,” Jared explained. “He worries about us, you know. So where were you all night?”

James explained that he had gone to Linda’s apartment and that she had opened a bottle of wine. Not being used to drinking very much, he had soon realized that he’d had too much to drink to drive safely, so he had crashed on Linda’s couch. “Nothing went on, Jared,” he pleaded. “I just crashed on her couch, and that’s all.”
“I can believe that,” Jared said, his ruthless, business mind taking over. “But that was three days ago. What happened then?”

James told Jared that he and Linda had gone to a movie, had gone dancing, and had talked endlessly about underprivileged kids and how they could help them. All of what he said was absolutely true. He failed to mention tonight and what had taken place before he arrived home. “That all makes perfect sense,” Jared said. “I’m sorry I kinda gave you the third degree, but I was curious.”
“Not a problem,” James said as he undressed. “You’re home now, so let’s just forget it, ok?”
“Not just yet,” Jared said with an impish grin. “I’ve got a little surprise for you.”

James was no sooner in bed, clad in his boxers, when Jared attacked him. “The flight home was excruciating,” he panted. “I couldn’t wait to get you naked, James!” James gasped with surprise as Jared’s hands were all over him, not missing a square inch of his beautiful hard body.

“What in the world...” James questioned.
“I want you, James!” Jared exclaimed. “I want you so bad!”
“Jared, I’m kinda tired tonight,” James protested. “What’s come over you anyway?”
“I think the hormones finally kicked in,” Jared said as he dove under the sheets. James shuddered as Jared’s hands found that part of him that was far less anxious than Jared would have preferred. But the lack of an immediate erection wasn’t what got his attention. What immediately stopped him dead as his face approached its target was the odor that was very evident under the covers. Jared found his nostrils being invaded by the unmistakable smell of semen.

“You’ve already had an orgasm!” Jared accused as his head popped up from under the sheets. “You fucked that gal Linda, didn’t you?”
“No, Jared,” James defended. “Honest, I didn’t...”
“Then how’s come I can smell your cum just from sticking my head under the covers?” Jared demanded.
“I didn’t, Jared! I didn’t!”

Jared was sitting up in bed now, a very serious look on his face. His phantom erection, which had been driving him almost insane for over 36 hours, was gone in a flash. And with his erection his desire, all thoughts of sex, had fled. “Ok, so you didn’t,” he said evenly. “Then perhaps you’d like to share with me exactly what you DID?”
“Jared, you gotta believe me,” James pleaded in a panic. “Nothing happened.”
“My nose tells me something else,” Jared said in that same even, menacing tone. “So why don’t you tell me how come if nothing happened that your crotch smells like a whorehouse.”

“I swear to you I didn’t know,” James defended. “From the very first moment I met her I didn’t know all Linda wanted was into my pants. That first night we went back to her apartment and... well, we had a glass of wine, and then we talked a while, and then we had dinner. After dinner we had another glass of wine and... and she kissed me, Jared. Dammit, man, I was so freakin’ horny! I would have stuck my dick in a knothole to get off that night, and she was all over me, and it felt good! But I told her no, that there was someone else. She was kinda disappointed but she accepted it and backed off. So I came home. We didn’t do anything, Jared.”
“So why are you acting so guilty?” Jared asked. “That was five nights ago. What happened after that?”

James explained that the first evening with Linda had left him totally confused. He had come home and beat off furiously, all the time telling himself it was Jared he wanted, Jared he missed, Jared that really turned him on. But Linda was a real live, vibrant, sensual person who wanted him desperately even after he’d told her he was gay. “I’ve never experienced anything like that, Jared,” James exclaimed. “She wanted me! She was lusting after me! And her perfume, and the things she was doing to me...”
“So what happened then?” Jared asked coldly. “Obviously you went back to her.”
“She came to me,” James said desperately. “She was waiting for me the next day after the game. I dunno what came over me, but... well... I went with her again.”
“And again and again,” Jared filled in for him. “So I guess if I’m hearing you correctly, it’s a good thing you didn’t have your dick cut off because it seems to me there’s a good chance you’re not gay at all.”

“I don’t know about gay or straight any more,” James whined as he began to cry. “I’m sorry if I hurt you, Jared, but I’m not gonna lie. Yes, she turned me on and I wanted her. But I didn’t go into the situation with anything in mind except having dinner with her and discussing those kids. I just... I never realized...”
“Until it was too late?” Jared suggested.
“I told you, nothing happened,” James repeated.
“The smell in your crotch would indicate otherwise,” Jared reminded him.

“I came in my pants,” James admitted. “She was handling me and fondling and feeling me through my pants. She was all over me, kissing and nuzzling and all the time her hands were roaming all over the place, and I finally knew I was gonna cum, so I got outta there. I don’t think she even knows I came, Jared. I felt it coming on and I got the fuck outta there. Jared, I swear I would never do anything like that to you. Never!”
“So what now?” Jared said, that same cold, even voice cutting through James like a knife through hot butter.

James said he really didn’t know what Jared meant, to which Jared sat even straighter in the bed. “It seems to me that you’ve just been tempted beyond what any mortal could be expected to stand,” Jared said. “I can understand all that except for one thing. You told me you were gay, James. But the one who had brought you so close, who had drawn you away from your eunuch lover, was a girl. So where does that leave me, James?”
“It leaves you where you always were,” James answered. “It leaves you where I hope you’ll always be, as my lover. So maybe I’m not gay. Maybe I’m Bi. I don’t know, Jared. I’m confused about so many things, but I’m not even a little confused about loving you, and I’m gonna prove it. My cock has got me in trouble for the last time. Whether you’re gonna forgive me or not, I’m calling Dr. Smith in the morning. As soon as he can fit me in I’m heading for Cancun.”

“You can’t do that,” Jared said, his voice softening just a little. “You don’t have to cut your cock off to prove anything. I just wanted to know where I stand...”
“Maybe I don’t have to cut my cock off for you, but I DO have to cut it off for me,” James interrupted. “I didn’t cheat on you, Jared, I swear! But I know there’ll be other times. Once you get into serious medical training I know I might have to go a week, maybe longer without seeing you, and sometimes the pull is just so strong! I won’t take the chance any more, Jared. It’s coming off.”

“You don’t have to do that,” Jared said after a few moments’ thought. In his mind, Jared remembered the scene in Amsterdam and how badly he had wanted to take up his father on his offer. He wasn’t at all sure, if he’d been alone, that he wouldn’t have gone ahead. The thoughts of the possibilities still haunted him, and he knew he had no right to condemn his lover for what he himself might very well have done under the same circumstances.
“I have to, Jared,” James said softly. “What happened this week... I don’t want it ever to happen again, or even come close.”

“Look, James, I’m sorry,” Jared said. “Lemme tell you what happened in Amsterdam.” Jared then told James what he had vowed not that long ago that he would never tell anyone. He told it all, not holding back anything. “So you see,” he finished, “you’re not the only guilty party. I’m sorry, James.”
“That’s precisely the point,” James said as his grin broadened. “You were faced with the possibility but you didn’t act on it. I just sat there and came very close to letting it happen. That’s why I’m calling Dr. Smith in the morning.”
“James, I didn’t mean...”
“I’m gonna do it, Jared,” James said as he snuggled into bed and finally got his hug. “In the meantime let’s see what those hormones have done for you.”

After they were finished, both somewhat exhausted, they just lay together getting ready for sleep. “Why don’t you put it off for a little while?” Jared suggested. “I just got my sexuality and I don’t want to lose it right away.”
“I’ll wait,” James agreed. “We’ll see how it goes for a few weeks.”

The few weeks became a few months as Jared adjusted to his new sexuality, both he and James much happier with their new relationship. To both their delight there were very few physical changes in Jared’s youthful body. His muscle tone did improve, his facial and pubic hair became a little more course, but he still had very little body hair, his face and stature still looked more like a teen of 15 or 16 than a young man of almost 20.

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Before Timmy’s second birthday, Tim and Nate had a major disagreement over the little boy. Tim had been very careful to avoid having Nate’s name on anything legal regarding Timmy, and Nate had agreed with that approach simply because they both thought it would be easier for a single parent to adopt a baby boy than it would be for a gay couple. But as time went on, the happy pair began looking for a house so they could move in together after Tim’s graduation. Once again Tim was adamant that one of them should buy the house alone, with nothing but a gentleman’s agreement that it was really THEIR house. “I don’t understand why you feel so strongly about it,” Nate protested.
“Because we’re not gonna do the ‘two dad’s’ thing with Timmy,” Tim replied.
“I see,” Nate said sulkily. “I’m good enough to share your bed, good enough to be your lover and help raise your little boy, but I’m not good enough to be his father.”
“It’s not that,” Tim said patiently. “Think about it, Nate. Think about when you were in elementary school. You’ve already told me how frustrating it was for you when other kids talked about your dad and you had to admit you didn’t have one. Think about Timmy when he’s 8 or 10, trying to explain to a classroom of other kids why he has two dad’s and no mom. I just don’t want to expose him to all that prejudice when he’s still too young to understand it himself.”

“So you’re not gonna tell him about us?” Nate questioned.
“I’ll tell him, when I know he can understand it and handle it,” Tim replied. “But until then any house we buy will have enough bedrooms that you and I will still have our own room. It doesn’t mean we won’t ever sleep together, I could never stand that. But it’ll just make life easier for Timmy when he has friends over. One room will be his dad’s, the other his Uncle Nate’s.”
“Kinda looks like you’re ashamed of me,” Nate pouted.
“I’m not ashamed of you at all,” Tim sighed. “Actually I’m very proud of you. But I just don’t want Timmy to have to deal with all that before he’s ready.”

The battle raged on for several weeks until finally Nate’s mom intervened. “You two are tearing yourselves apart over something that doesn’t really matter anyway,” Valerie lectured.
“Fine for you to say,” Nate countered. “You’re not the one being pushed to one side for the sake of appearances.”
“Nobody’s pushing anyone yet,” Valerie told her son. “The fact is that you’re not ready to move out on your own anyway. You’re still students, and even after Tim graduates you’re gonna be needing a lot of help with Timmy, and if you’re in your own house it’ll just complicate things more. I think you should forget a house for now and just leave things the way they are. Get college out of the way, and then you’ll know a lot more about where you stand and how you want to handle things. But for the record, Nate, I think Tim has some very good points. You’re very much a part of Timmy’s life and you always will be, but why cause him unnecessary hassles as he grows up?”

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Terry was still only 16 when he graduated High School. He and Nate had full scholarship offers from several colleges, some of which had excellent basketball teams. They both chose the same school that Tim and Laura were attending so they could stay home, but they were sadly disappointed. “You’re going to have to live on campus if you’re gonna play on my team,” Coach Stogner decreed. “We’ll be doing early morning practices and training and working our whole schedule around campus life, and aside from your academic activities you belong to me! That’s one of the conditions of the scholarship, and I don’t see what’s the big deal anyway. It’s all paid for, so you’re actually saving money by living on campus.”
“The big deal is we have families we’re not ready to leave yet,” Terry answered. “I’m only 16 and Nate’s barely 18. I’m not even a legal adult yet.”
“You’ve gotta cut those strings sometime,” the coach countered. “So adult or not, you’re gonna have to grow up and make your decision. Either you do it my way or you don’t do it at all.”

Terry and Nate had been very excited about the possibility of playing on the same team, but now they weren’t sure they wanted to play at all. In the end they decided they would try it for one year. Tim felt devastated at their decision, but he said nothing. He was losing both his little brother and his lover, and even though they were only moving across town, he knew he would see them only on the weekends in the off season, and not even that often during the season.

Terry and Nate managed to get a room together, but that turned out to be not as good an idea as they had originally thought. The first time they appeared in the team shower room a lot of assumptions were made, and those assumptions were reinforced by the knowledge that they were roommates. The entire team already knew that the two newcomers were very good friends, but no one had a clue that either of them was without a penis. As they walked together towards the showers, towels slung over their shoulders, the general chatter and kibitzing came to an immediate stop. The only sound that could be heard was the sound of the running water.

“Geez, they both got no cock,” Nate heard someone whisper. He looked at Terry, who was looking back at him in shock. Both had forgotten what a novelty they would be in the showers, and what a shock it must have been for their teammates. “I... I’m sorry, guys,” Nate stammered. “We shoulda warned you but I guess we forgot.”
“You forgot you had no cock?” one of the senior players echoed. “They forgot they had no dick!” he said again, more emphatically. There was some tittering, then outright raucous laughter as the comment registered among the astounded members of the team. “I think if I had lost my prick I’d remember it,” someone else offered.

More laughter.

“I’d probably have a lot of trouble remembering anything else,” another boy called.

Still more laughter.

“How the hell are they gonna play basketball when they don’t even have a dick?” someone else called. Nate stole another look at Terry. The look on his face was one of devastation. He looked for all the world as if he would burst into tears at any moment, but Nate had sorely underestimated his friend. As usual in difficult situations, Terry’s mind was working overtime, sorting out the data that was available and coming up with an appropriate response.

Suddenly Terry turned to look Nate square in the eye. “That explains it,” he said loudly enough to be heard through the entire shower room.
“Explains what?” Terry asked blankly as the laughter died down.
“That’s why this team is so bad,” Terry went on as he turned to face their tormentors. “They play with their cocks when they’re trying to play basketball. They prob’ly don’t even know that dribbling has nothing to do with their boners! Boy have we got some work to do!”

“You’re going to show us how to play basketball?” a 20 year old Junior challenged. “Who the fuck do you think you are anyway? And how old are you? Ya look about 14, like you’re too young to use your cock even if you did have one.”
“Who I think I am is Terry Chandler, and I’m a better basketball player than you’ll ever be,” Terry replied. Nate had to stifle a giggle because the Junior towered over Terry, who had to bend his head backward to look the boy in the eye. “As for my age,” Terry continued, “I don’t know what difference it makes, but since you seem to think it’s important I just turned 17. So whadda ya think, Nate? Wasn’t it your understanding that we were drafted to play basketball? Or did I miss something? Maybe these guys just come here to look at each others’ cocks in the shower. Maybe they’re so lousy at basketball they’d rather just admire each other’s bodies.”

“Ok, guys, we’ve had our fun,” another boy, 20 or 21 years old, said as he approached the newcomers. “It kills me to admit it, but Chandler here is right. I’ve seen these guys play and I’m here to tell ya they can back up any claims they make. Welcome to the team, you guys. My name’s Mark Turnbull and I’m the Team Captain.”

There was a little more heckling over the next few weeks, but on the whole their teammates accepted Nate and Terry, especially after they’d had a few practices together. Both boys were asked frequently what had happened and how they were living without their penises. It soon became obvious that almost the entire team thought they were lovers, which they both vehemently denied. As to whether or not they were gay, neither would confirm or deny the rumors, but rather let everyone on and off the team find out for him- or herself.

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By the time Timmy turned 4, Tim and Laura, Jared and James had all graduated. Mr. Nelson had passed away in his sleep one night and left his share of the store to Tim, so the business was entirely in the family now. Tim was looking for a good site to open a second store while Jared and Laura continued in graduate school working on their medical degrees while James worked on a Master’s degree in Education. Terry and Nate were in their senior year now, still living on campus and working hard both with their studies and playing ball, and there was every indication that they would be going to the National Championships this year. They had won it all last year, and two years in a row would absolutely clinch a pro ball draft for both of them, should they choose to accept such an offer.

And that’s when Tim’s entire world came crashing down around his ankles. It began on Monday afternoon, just a little over a month after Timmy’s fourth birthday. Terry and Nate were out of town playing in a tournament. Tim was checking out a new mall in hopes that he had finally found the right location for his new store. Encouraged by what he’d seen, he headed home to tell his dad about it. When he pulled into the Chandler driveway, he had a foreboding feeling that all was not right. Jared’s Corvette was there, but it was sitting rather crooked in the drive with both doors hanging open. Not stopping to close the doors, Tim ran into the house, a chill already coursing down his spine. “Tim,” he mother cried as she met him at the door. She said no more because she had burst into tears. “Daddy!” Timmy cried happily as he jumped into his father’s arms. Timmy always jumped into Tim’s arms like that when he got home, but tonight was somehow different. Tonight Timmy wasn’t simply showing his joy at seeing his father; tonight the little boy was looking for comfort, security, reassurance that his world was not going to evaporate.

“It’s your father,” Virginia managed to say, “Jared and James are with him. James thinks he’s had a heart attack.”
“Dad?” Tim questioned incredulously. “But Dad’s... he’s...”
“He’s unconscious,” Virginia wailed. “Jared and James are working on him and the ambulance is on its way.”

As is usually the case in such circumstances, things began to happen pretty fast. The ambulance arrived and spirited their patient away, along with Virginia and Jared. Tim was still in shock, but he had a little boy looking at him with questioning eyes, so once again he learned a lesson about parenthood: he had to put his own feelings, his concern, his shock to one side so that he could reassure his son. He got on the phone and called the store to tell Valerie. “I’ll get the staff to close up right away,” she told him. “I’m on my way to take care of Timmy so you can go to the hospital.”

By the time Tim got to the hospital, Barry was in bed in Intensive Care. “The doctor is still doing tests,” Jared told him.
“He’s gonna be all right isn’t he?” Tim questioned.
“I dunno,” Jared answered. “It was a bad one.”
“But I don’t understand,” Tim protested. “He never had a problem with his heart.”
“He didn’t know,” Virginia said as she came into the waiting room. “He hasn’t been to the doctor for years.”

Twelve hours later they had Barry stabilized and he was conscious. “We’ve got to operate,” the doctor told them just as Terry and Nate came running in. “He’s got a defective valve and probably has had it all his life. But we can’t go in to fix it until he gains some strength.”
“So he’s gonna be ok, right?” Terry told more than asked.
“It’s too soon to say,” the doctor answered. “For the next few days anything can happen. But if he has another attack, I just don’t know...”
“Can we see him?” Tim asked.
“For a few minutes,” the doctor said. “I have to warn you though, he’s very weak.”

Two brothers, suddenly feeling like two small boys, tiptoed into the tiny room to see their father. They felt very much like they’d felt the many times when they had been caught in some sort of little boy mischief and were going to their father’s room for their punishment. There were machines and instruments, gadgets and hoses everywhere; but the thing that grabbed the two brothers’ attention more than anything else was the incredible change in their father’s face. He was gaunt and drawn, his complexion had changed from his normal robust skin color to a deathly gray, and he looked as if he hadn’t eaten for at least a week. “Terry, what’re you doing here?” he said weakly when he saw his sons.
“Dad, I had to come. You had a heart attack!”
“Ok, son, you’ve come and now you can see that I’m fine. Now I want you to get back to that tournament and kick some ass. You’ve got another game tomorrow, right?”
“Yeah, Dad, the last one.”
“It’s gonna be on TV, isn’t it?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Then I’ll be with you. I want to see what you and Nate can do. It’ll be Nate’s last game before you and he go to Florida, right Tim?”

“Dad, we won’t be going to Florida,” Tim answered. “What kind of a vacation would we have with you lying here in the hospital?”
“You’re gonna have a great vacation,” Barry replied. “And besides, the way I understand it this trip isn’t about you and Nate, it’s about taking a very anxious little boy to see Mickey Mouse. You might as well get started right now righting the wrongs I did when you kids were little.”
“Wrongs?” Tim questioned. “What wrongs, Dad?”

To their astonishment, their father started to cry. “I watch you boys with Timmy,” he sobbed, “and I realize how incredibly bad I was as a father. And believe me, I’m the one who missed out. I look at the total happiness on all your faces and I realize that every second’s energy you put into that baby comes back with interest. Now it’s too late for me. But with whatever time I’ve got left I’m gonna make sure you don’t make the same mistake I made. I want you to take that little boy to Florida, Tim.”

“Dad, you’re talking crazy,” Tim said desperately. “You’ve been a super father! Yeah, you were really busy when we were little but the way I see it you really didn’t have a choice. But it’s not too late, Dad. You’re not gonna die. You can’t die!”
“Maybe I am and maybe I’m not,” Barry replied. “But that’s not what I meant, son. What I meant was that you’re no longer little boys, and I’ve missed it. You’ve both grown into fine young men while I wasn’t looking. I had two great kids and I missed it.”
“You haven’t missed Timmy,” Tim countered. “We’re kinda counting on you to be the grandfather Terry and I never had.”
“It’s a deal,” Barry said as he held out a weak and shaking hand. “Now you boys have a job to do. Terry, get your tail back to Detroit and kick some butt. And Tim, you take that little boy to see Mickey, just like you promised. They’re doing all that can be done here and I’ll feel better if you two are out taking care of business.”

Terry and Nate did go back and finish the tournament. As usual they played as a unit, if anything better than usual. Two days later they were back in Chicago with a week off. Nate hardly had time to get a good meal before he and Tim boarded a plane with Timmy for six days in Florida. They had an incredible time with Timmy at the theme parks during the day, then playing with each other in bed at night after Timmy was asleep. When it was finally time to leave they found themselves wishing they had another week. They had called home every day, but there was basically no change in Barry’s condition. They were met at the Chicago airport by Jared, James and Terry, and they didn’t like the somber expressions that greeted them.

“How’s Dad?” Tim asked before even saying hello.
“He’s about the same,” Terry said. “Doctor says he’s getting stronger slow but sure.”
“So why the long faces?” Tim asked.
“We got a problem,” James said gravely. “Terry has managed to keep it from your dad, but... well Tim, you’re being sued by Christine Tyson.”
“Sued? For what?” Tim asked blankly. “And who the hell’s Christine Tyson?”
“She says she’s Timmy’s mother,” Jared replied. “She’s suing for custody of Timmy.”
“She can’t do that!” Tim practically screamed. “Besides, where the hell did she come from anyway?”
“Not here, Tim,” Jared said calmly. “I’ve got my attorney already working on it. He’s calling in a man by the name of Oliver Greene. Oliver should be at my house by the time we get there.”

Oliver Greene flipped through the papers in front of him, hardly noticing when the five arrived from the airport. Finally satisfied that he understood the case as well as he could from reading documents, he raised his head and looked directly at Tim. “You’re the adoptive father?” he said as his eyes bored into Tim’s skull.
“Yes, sir,” Tim said. He was still trying to decide whether he liked the man or not.
“You’re gay, is that correct?”
“Mr. Greene, I don’t see how that’s relevant,” Tim protested.
“It’s relevant because that’s why the mother is suing,” Oliver said with a sigh. “And please call me Ollie. When I ask you a question I want an honest answer, not an argument. We’ll all get lots of chance to argue when we get in that courtroom. So, do you have a lover?” Tim glanced at Nate out of the corner of his eye and saw his straighten in his chair. He knew Nate was very intent now, waiting for his answer.
“Yes,” Tim said. “My lover is Nate here.” Tim thought he saw a slight smile break on Nate’s face.
“I see,” said Ollie. “And do you two live together?”
“No sir, we don’t,” Tim replied. “Nate lives with his mother and I live with my parents and my brother.” Ollie showed no reaction, but continued to ask questions about Tim and Nate, their relationship with each other and with Timmy.

Even though he already knew most of the details, Ollie asked Tim to repeat the entire history, from Timmy’s conception to the present, and how he came to be Tim’s legally adopted son. As he was talking, Virginia and Valerie arrived and joined them in Jared’s spacious living room. When Tim had finished his story, Ollie sat deep in thought for several minutes, not showing any visible signs of emotion or what he was thinking. Just as they all thought Ollie had gone into some kind of a trance, or perhaps had let his mind wander or even fallen asleep, he rose from his seat and walked over to Timmy, who was wandering around looking at the various ornaments and decorations in the luxurious room.

“So this is Timmy,” he said, his demeanor changing completely, his tone much more gentle and fatherly. “Hi, Timmy, my name is Ollie.”
“Aw-ly?” Timmy repeated. When Ollie reached to pick him up Timmy cowered slightly and looked at his father questioningly. Tim nodded and Timmy smiled, then allowed himself to be picked up.

“I saw Mickey Mouse,” Timmy told Ollie with a wide grin. “You know Mickey Mouse?”
“Yes, I know Mickey Mouse,” Ollie replied. “You saw him?”
“Uh-huh. Me an’ Daddy an’ UncaNate. We went to Flor-da. We saw Minnie and Tigger an’ Pooh Bear too.”
“Did you! My, that’s a big trip for a little boy.”
“We went on a air-plane,” Timmy said proudly. “Daddy let me sit by the window.”

“He’s certainly one well behaved little boy,” Ollie commented as he sat down again with Timmy on his lap. “Does he always check with you before he allows himself to be touched?”
“Not always,” Tim admitted. “He’s so friendly we thought we had to train him to be a little more cautious.”
“We?” Ollie questioned.

“Timmy has more guardians than most royalty,” Tim explained. “My mom and dad are very active with his care, but Nate, my brother Terry, my Uncle Jason, Jared and James here are all very involved with him as well. One of our goals is to keep him out of daycare of any kind, so we all pitch in so there’s never a time when someone who loves him is very far away.”
“You keep him home all the time?” Ollie asked.
“No, sir,” Tim replied. “Timmy goes to nursery school three mornings a week, but that’s more to teach him social skills than for babysitting. He was getting bored at home, wanting more challenges. He’s already learned to count and he’s learning to read.”

Ollie put the little boy down and went back into his quiet mode as he shuffled some papers, made some notes, while Timmy continued his investigation of the huge room. Tim watched with pride as his son checked out everything in the room, moving about like a bee flitting from flower to flower, but not touching anything. He made a mental note to thank his mother for her excellent training.

“Ok, here’s the deal,” Ollie said when he again broke the silence. “The positive things are that Timmy seems happy and well adjusted. He is obviously in a home where everyone loves him. He is confident and well disciplined, and obviously very intelligent. His... errr... extended family has obviously done an outstanding job with him. The fact that his mother’s name is not on his birth certificate is significant, and we can get some mileage out of the fact that she never knew him or cared for him.”
“So there shouldn’t be a problem, right?” Tim asked as he relaxed.
“Don’t be too fast to draw that conclusion,” Ollie said. “What I just reviewed is the good news.”
“And the bad news?” Virginia asked.

Again Ollie went silent. He seemed to be studying all the faces in the room as if assessing what he could tell them and what he couldn’t. “First and foremost you have to know that the judge we are going up against has a history of homophobia. He is one of those people who firmly believes that homosexuals should be kept away from society, and especially little boys.”
“That’s ridiculous,” Virginia exclaimed. “Tim and Nate would never...”
“I know that,” Ollie assured her. “But Judge Esterbrooks has shown over and over that he believes gays have no right to parent a child. He also favors a child’s biological mother very strongly no matter what the situation. This Christine Tyson is the biological mother, without doubt?” he asked Tim.
“Yes, sir, she is,” Tim replied.
“How do you know that for sure?” Ollie asked.
“I was there when he was born,” Tim replied. “I’m assuming that the woman is who she says she is, but I’ll know for sure when I see her.”
“Then the judge’s first reaction will be to favor the mother,” Ollie said wearily. “Our job is to convince him that’s a bad choice, and it’ll be an uphill battle. Since she’s been living out of the country we really have no way to comment one way or the other about her home life.”

James sat and listened while the attorney questioned every aspect of Tim’s association with Christine and Timmy. He listened even more intently as Ollie began to explain all the things that the judge will think of Tim and Nate, all the nasty things that sometimes happen to boys. “Whatever we say or do, Esterbrooks is going to think the worst of you,” he warned. James thought of his own situation with Jared and how it would affect his plans, which he had shared with no one. He had at least three inner city kids in mind whose home life was either abysmal or non existent. He wanted desperately to provide a home for those kids, but now he realized that there was something he had to do first. He was particularly influenced when he heard the attorney make the comment, “The problem is, Tim, we need proof that you will never rape that boy, and there’s just no way you can prove that you won’t do something in the future.” James knew instantly that his friends did indeed have the necessary proof, and he knew what he had to do, and the sooner the better.

Next: XXXV Final Decisions, Outcomes, and New Lives (Finale)