2023年8月6日发(作者：焦尊生)

蓝瘦香菇是什么意思-

好在不像其他那些直接把孩子和学费扔给学校就能逃避责任的父母们，这些孩子的家长们是对孩子们给予真正的爱与关怀。

在陪伴着这些天使般的孩子的过程中，里德很轻松就适应了自己的新生活。不久后，班上女孩英俊的哥哥汉克走进了里德的生活。

里德能感受到游骑兵汉克心中的悲伤，这使得里德想拥抱安慰眼前这个男人。随着他们奇怪的友谊逐渐升温，里德幻想他可以拥有这名叫做汉克的大兵。同时里德也怀疑着坚强的大兵汉克是否会爱上另外一个男人。

“我们之间，真的有可能吗？”

文章为英文原版，讲述汉克与里德的生活与故事。

原作者为Sam E. Kraemer。

这一章为里德视角。

Reed

The day had been pretty great.  Mrs. Stallings was back from wherever she’d been for her leave of absence, and she seemed to give me a wide berth, for whatever reason.  I stopped by Andrew Cousins’ office during lunch period to see him reading the paper.

I knocked before he motioned for me to step inside.  I closed the door so Mrs. McSweeney didn’t hear us, just to be safe.  “You still okay for this afternoon?  I thought we could go to Marquardt's on West Front?” I suggested.

“Oh, I love that place.  They have great wings and pickle chips.  What time?” Andrew asked.

“I thought we could try to beat the crowd.  How about four?” I asked.

“Sounds great,” he responded.

“Oh, I invited Hank.  Is that okay?” I asked, hoping he wasn’t offended by me inviting my boyfriend, but I knew Hank wanted to get to k***************, so I went out on that limb.

“First Sergeant Schatz?  That’s great, Dr. Bayless,” he stated as he glanced at the door and nodded.

I took it to mean he didn’t feel safe speaking freely at school, so I nodded and left his office, making my way to the cafeteria.  I checked on my kids to see they were all okay, so I went to sit down next to Michele Erney, the librarian.  She was unlucky enough to draw cafeteria duty that day, and I could see she was looking around with worry on her face.

“Madame, what’s going on?” I asked as I took a seat next to her with an apple I’d brought from home.

She turned to me and smiled.  “You might not realize it, but you’re fortunate to thrive in the cloistered world in which you live with those lovely students in your class.  There’s trouble brewing here at Carver Middle School because Josh Griffon broke up with Kristen Love.  He’s on the basketball and track teams, and she’s on the cheerleading squad.  They’re our version of the Prom King and Queen, but there’s trouble in paradise,” Michele told me as she pointed out the players.

I chuckled.  “Oh, okay.  They’re in eighth grade, right?  What oh what could be the reason for the break-up?” I asked sarcastically.

She turned to me with a smirk before she pointed to the lunch table where my kids were laughing and eating together.  “Right there,” she stated.

I followed her finger to see her pointing at Jewel Schatz and Daphne Doyle.  Daphne was one of my eighth graders.  She was an intelligent girl, but she was on the spectrum and had lots of issues about acclimating to the social aspects of the school. 

Her parents had her in OC which was helping, but she still froze when I called on her in class.  When she was upset, she would take her chair and sit in the corner in the back of the classroom, rocking back and forth.  How Daphne could be involved in a love triangle with eighth graders in the other classes was a mystery. 

Her parents were planning to send her to a private school in St. Louis instead of trying to mainstream her because they were very concerned about Daphne’s socialization.  They were worried she’d be taken advantage of because she’d developed into a lovely young woman who some would say was the personification of ‘jailbait.’ 

Unfortunately for Daphne, her physical maturity was ahead of her emotional maturity.  In our class, she was safe because sexuality was the last thing on the minds of my students.  However, I couldn’t vouch for the rest of the male population at Carver Middle School. 

“Michele, Daphne Doyle has a lot of potential to become more social when she attends the special school her parents are sending her to next year, but she’s nowhere near ready for the interest of a boy.  I’d bet her mother and father would have a fit if they found out, and I’d feel obliged to tell them,” I told her, remembering Cody and Jenny Doyle from the home visit I’d had with them at the beginning of the year. 

The Doyle’s were kind people who loved their daughter very much.  In my opinion, however, they were restricting her advancement by keeping her sequestered from many of the activities at the school.  It wasn’t my place to tell the parents how to raise their children.  I was there to offer advice and guidance if it was welcome.  If it wasn’t, then I kept my mouth closed.  We were teams, my kids, their parents, and me.  If we didn’t work together, we weren’t doing justice to the students’ needs.

Michele finished her salad and turned to me as she sipped her bottle of water.  “You’re as blind as some of these parents, Reed.  Daphne Doyle isn’t the one Josh Griffon is showing attention.  He’s become good friends with Jewel Schatz. 

“From what I’ve overheard from the cheer squad, he got to know her during the spring concert rehearsals, and they’re both interested in science-fiction.  They seem to have bonded over some television show, and he says he really likes her.  He’s supposed to ask her to the spring dance, and Kristen has decided she’s going to kick her ass at the first opportunity she can get her alone. 

“I know Jewel is a remarkable young woman, but I’m pretty sure she’s not ready for the advances of a boy because she’s only thirteen.  I’m guessing she’s not prepared for a confrontation with an older girl who has a wounded ego and would resort to violence because she’s been publicly embarrassed by a boy. 

“It won’t matter to the rest of the students that Jewel did nothing to encourage him, which I doubt she did because I don’t believe her to be that savvy regarding infatuation-based relationships of the middle school persuasion.

“I don’t believe this to be a similar case, but I can harken back to a handsome football player asking me to attend the homecoming dance in high school.  Much later, I found out there was a contest among the jocks at my school regarding who could be the first to fuck the midget pardon my language. 

“Apparently, they’d made bets regarding who would be the lucky man to be my first, and I found out from my older brother’s girlfriend there was a prize for a picture of the two of us naked together.  There was also a side betting pool regarding whether I could, or I couldn’t take a normal-sized penis into my body.  A photo was required to collect the money.

“Kids and lots of adults want to hurt those they don’t understand.  I’m not sure how you handle it, but I thought you should know about it,” she explained as she hopped up from the table and cleared her debris just as the bell rang. 

I was shocked by what Michele told me, but I wasn’t so naïve to think it was a fictional story.  Every day at school, I saw how cruel “normal” kids could be to others who were different…namely, the students in my class…and it made me irrationally angry, but I’d learned to control my temper a long time ago. 

My taking them to task would only cause my kids to be picked on worse, so I made gentle corrections to their behavior because I didn’t want to let them think they could get away with bullying fellow students without facing the consequences.  For the most part, it worked.

I watched as Jewel gathered her and Sasha’s trash before they went to the counter to sort it.  Me?  I was stuck at the table trying to figure out how I was going to keep Hank from killing a fourteen-year-old boy and going to prison forever. 

I pulled into the parking lot of Marquardt’s, seeing Hank’s truck and Andrew’s Chevy SUV parked in the adjacent lot.  They’d arrived ahead of me because I talked to Jewel, trying to head off a massacre of apocalyptic proportions at the middle school.

After the last bell rang to dismiss the carpool kids, Sasha hurried out as Jewel packed up her things.  I walked over to her desk and offered her a casual grin.  “Hey, do you know Josh Griffon?”

Jewel smiled and gave me a giggle I didn’t really want to hear.  “I do.  He’s nice.  We’re friends on Facebook.  We started talking when we were doing the Spring Concert rehearsals,” she told me.

‘Talking’ was code for showing interest, and friends on Facebook meant they were corresponding.  For the life of me, I couldn’t understand why the star of the middle school would be interested in Jewel.  I knew her to be a wonderfully warm and loving young woman, but boys that age weren’t known for getting to know a girl and appreciating someone with Jewel’s stellar qualities.  To be blunt, the inside of her, the loving and intelligent heart and mind, didn’t match the outward appearance. 

She definitely wasn’t ugly, but she had the facial structure of a child with Down’s, and I had no faith a boy…a jock…of fourteen would appreciate her.  I needed to figure out the kid’s angle with this business because I wasn’t going to let anything happen to her. 

I hurried into the bar, finding Hank and Andrew Cousins sitting at a high-top table, both laughing.  They had a pitcher between them, and apparently, they were getting along well which made me happy.  I just knew they’d hit it off.

“So, after I got out of the brig for busting the fucker in the mouth, he started hitting on me.  I told him if he didn’t back the fuck off, I’d shoot him, but he kinda started to grow on me.  We dated for six months before he decided he didn’t want to be tied down, and I decided I wanted to go to college.  Since then, I’ve been living the single life,” I heard Andrew telling Hank.

I slid onto a high chair, grinning at both of them.  Hank turned to me and kissed my cheek.  When he pulled away, he poured me a glass of beer.  “We ordered some wings and nachos.  What took so long?” he asked as he placed a hand on my left knee under the tall table while I took a sip of the cold beer presented to me, remembering my earlier discussion.

“Hi, um, Josh, can I speak with you,” I asked as I stood at the kid’s locker when I saw his practice breaking up through my classroom windows.  There was no way in hell I was going to let that opportunistic little prick take advantage of Jewel Schatz.

He stopped grabbing things from his locker and turned to me with a smile.  “Sure, Mr. Reed,” he told me as he closed the door and pointed toward the hallway leading to my classroom.  I was surprised he knew who I was because most of the kids at school didn’t give a crap about me or the kids in my class.

I followed him as he nodded to some of his teammates who walked by us.  We stopped in the hallway outside my door because I had to be careful.  I was a gay man working at a public school, and the least little bit of impropriety would get me in trouble, though I wasn’t sure who knew of my orientation at present.

“Josh, I’m curious about how well you know Jewel Schatz,” I cut to the chase.

The kid smiled and leaned against the wall, looking at me as if I was the enemy.  “I know her from when we were doing the concert.  She’s a more-than-decent piano player, and I’ve been learning to play guitar.  We jammed a few times before we had practice for the spring concert,” he told me.

I didn’t know when those ‘jam sessions’ took place because I thought I kept a close eye on my kids, but he didn’t seem to be threatening as he explained their interaction to me.  Of course, that had me even more worried.

“She has Down’s.  She’s bright, but she has a…” I began, trying to explain it to him.

“Don’t.  I know Jewel’s a little different, okay?  I get it, but being different doesn’t make her deficient, okay?  She’s like brilliant, and she’s interesting.  She doesn’t care if I make baskets during games, and she laughs at all my lame jokes.  She doesn’t treat me special because I’m the school jock, and I don’t treat her special because she’s in your class.  Isn’t it okay if I wanna be friends with her?” he asked with enough sincerity to make me believe he was honest. It left me speechless.

I thought about it for a moment, and I knew he was right, but he had some hard truths to learn as well.  “Okay, that’s fine, but what about your friends on the team?  How will they react when they learn you’re talking to Jewel?  They have a lot of colorful names they call the kids in my class, and if you associate with any of them, your friends will start treating you differently.  Are you ready for that?” I asked him.

I saw the young man puff up a bit before he smiled.  “I’m gonna say I’m progressive, Mr. Reed.  I lived in London with my mom until two years ago when I moved to this shit town to live with my dad and his husband.  We all get along fine, but I learned people have a lot of differences, and I also learned you don’t judge them unless you want them to judge you back.  Anything else?” he asked as he stared at me.

I took a deep breath and let it go.  “Are you considering asking Jewel to the end of year dance?”

Josh looked around for a second before he looked at me.  “I’d like to, Mr. Reed, but she already said she wouldn’t go because the other kids would give me a hard time about it.  She’s so dang sweet,” he whispered.

I knew he was right so I sent him off without another word.  I thought about whether I should tell Hank about the discussion, but he had enough on his plate at the moment.  I decided not to do anything for a while.  If need be, I could speak to Maureen, first.  Jewel deserved a chance at having a date when the time was right, but she was only in seventh grade.  That was young for any girl, in my old-fashioned opinion. 

“That’s a lonely life,” I heard from Hank as I sat next to him, thinking about the conversation I’d had with Josh at school.

I turned to the man I loved and smiled.  “It takes time, you know.  We don’t all find the love of our life around the first corner.”

I then looked at Andrew Cousins.  “Off the record, where was Stallings and where’s Horn?”

He grinned and chuckled, showing off a fantastic smile before he leaned forward.  “Stallings was suspended by the School Board for her part in trying to make it out that you’d molested a student, and Horn’s been put on administrative leave without pay. 

“After I went to Superintendent Barker and explained what happened, he deemed it was time for him to step in.  He likes you a lot, Reed.  He told me his son is friends with someone named Gretchen Nicholas from Chicago, and she speaks very highly of you which was why he was eager to hire you away from Lyon,” Andrew explained.

I felt Hank’s supportive squeeze to my thigh, so I placed my left hand on his leg, pressing into it in thanks.  “Gretchen is my editor atAcademia magazine.  I do freelance work for them sometimes,” I explained.  I hadn’t heard from her since my last article was published in January, so I made a mental note to contact her when I had time.

“Ah, I think I’ve read some of them, but I didn’t put it together until just now.  That’s great.  So, how’d you guys meet?” Andrew asked as he waggled his index finger between us.  Based on his easy acceptance of our behavior and the half-assed story I’d heard when I walked up, I was pretty sure he was at least bi, or maybe gay, but like me, he wasn’t going to advertise it.  That was perfectly fine.  Washington wasn’t exactly a town to be ‘out’ in.  As long as the people we loved knew about us, that was all that mattered.

I turned to Hank and winked, nodding my head to hear his impressions regarding the first time we set eyes on each other.  I laughed and protested at times, especially when he said, “He couldn’t keep his eyes off me.  He was playing for the church choir at the Christmas Eve service, and he kept eyein’ my crotch, Drew.”

I laughed at that one.  It wasn’t that far from the truth, but not on Christmas Eve.  “Now hold up.  It was a candlelight service, and I was at the front of the church at the piano,” I protested, feeling a squeeze to my thigh under the table.  I then gave my side of the story, and by six that evening, we had become fast friends with Andrew Cousins. 

I genuinely liked the man, and in the back of my mind, I made a note to have him over for dinner sometime soon.  I thought about my friends and former colleagues in St. Louis who might be good for him, but nobody came to mind immediately.  I’d keep my eyes open because he definitely deserved someone special.

A short time later, Hank and I said our goodbyes to Drew.  I followed Hank to my house and parked in the garage.  He parked behind me and opened my door for me before he closed the garage door.  We walked out through the breezeway seeing Cosmo spinning around at seeing us.

“You left him out here?” I asked.  The floor was cheap tile, and there were exercise equipment and a television in the room, along with a plastic chair and table I liked to sit at sometimes when it was warm.  It wasn’t a big deal, but I was surprised to see Cosmo out there.  The television was on, and the music was playing, which was also okay.

I turned to Hank and saw a sheepish smile.  “I just thought with the fresh air coming through, he might like it, and the floor is easy to clean if he had an accident.  This way, he wouldn’t fuck up your wood floors inside, and I could hopefully clean it up before you got home.  I called today and made an appointment to get his nails clipped, so you don’t lose your security deposit,” he offered as he snapped his fingers for the dog to sit, which it did without hesitation.

I leaned forward and kissed his cheek.  “Thank you for being so thoughtful.  If the weather’s nice, we can put his bed and water out here during the day so he can get some fresh air.  If it’s rainy or stormy, he might want to be inside where it’s not so open and scary?” I offered.

Hank pulled me into his arms.  “That’s why I love you, Doc.  You’re always looking out for the rest of us, and I fucking appreciate it.  How about we leave him out for a little while longer, and I go inside and show you how much I appreciate it?  I’d like the opportunity to give you what I got last night.  I might not be as good, but I’m a Ranger…we never give the fuck up,” he joked.

I took his hand without hesitation and led him into the house, leaving the door open for Cosmo in the event he wanted to come inside.  The sun was still out, so maybe the dog might like to stay there with the music for a little while? 

I led Hank to my bedroom and closed the door.  I damn well didn’t want a cold nose in my crotch like I’d seen Hank get earlier that morning.  I reached up to unbutton the collared, yellow, knit shirt he’d worn, noticing how the color brought out his beautiful green eyes.

I quickly undressed him, the*******f.  I went to the dresser and opened the drawer, retrieving the co***********ube I’d purchased after I met Hank in hopes of something happening.  He laughed when he went to the bedside table and produced the same items, placing them on the nightstand.

“Looks like we both had the same fantastic idea,” Hank teased as he took my hard cock in hand, gently pulling it a little.  I nearly expired.

I caught my breath and pushed him toward the bed.  “Since you still have issues with your ribs, how about I bottom from the top?” I asked, seeing a slow grin begin to make itself known.

“You’ll get no argument from me, baby,” he told me before he flopped back on the bed and pulled me down with him.  Thankfully, I landed on his right side.  He kissed me slowly at first…closed lips and soft nips.  His tongue traced the outline of my mouth before he pushed it forth a little, seeking entrance.  I let him in alright.  I would always let him in.

We touched, kissed, licked, and worshipped each other’s bodies.  We finally turned down the covers on my bed and rested on the cold sheets.  I was cradled on Hank’s right side, and we were still joined at the mouth.  I felt his left ha******************i****************e him, so I sat up and did as he wished.  “Now, I’ll do the work, and if it hurts you tell me.  We’ll figure out another way to get off while you’re still healing,” I whispered, not wanting to break the heated silence in the room.

Hank sighed heavily.  “Those are the most amazing fucking words I’ve ever heard.  Show me the way, baby.”

I grabbed the lube and squirted some on my hand to loose*******f as I straddled his thighs.  I leaned down to take his hard cock in my mouth before he pulled me up further, pulling my hand away from my hole.  “Let me do the work on this, and you can take over when you’re ready to go,” he whispered as he gently worked his fingers inside me, one at a time, stretching me to accommodate his ample cock. 

It had been too long since I’d been sexually satisfied…blowjobs in a bathroom at a club in St. Louis didn’t really count…and I was more than eager, more than ready for Hank.  After I sheathed his cock and lubed him up as his hand continued to work my hole, I leaned forward on my knees to kiss him.  I was so close to the edge of losing it, I couldn’t let him continue.

“I hope I can keep it together long enough for you to at least get inside me.  I haven’t been this turned on in a long time, sweets,” I whispered against the Ranger’s soft lips. 

Everything about Hank Schatz pushed the buttons inside me…some of which I didn’t even know I had.  He was so fucking sexy in his camo gear earlier, I couldn’t get the image from that morning out of my head. 

“I’m all yours, Dr. Bayless,” he teased as he used his right hand to hold his cock steady for me.  I moved to the tip of his erection, pushing back on the throbbing rod to accept him into my body.  He brushed the lube around with the swollen head for a minute before I sunk down on the shaft, holding my breath a little.  It had been quite a while since I’d fucked anyone…or been fucked by anyone, and the familiar burn was actually welcome, but Hank was sporting more girth than previous partners, so I took my time sliding down to the root.

I rested my elbows alongside his shoulders, looking into those sparkling, green eyes.  “You okay?” I whispered, not wanting to break the sexy vibe we had in the room.  The music from the breezeway filtered through the house and the sun was setting, forming pink and orange shadows over my bedroom walls where I had Hank Schatz u*************.  It was a casting director’s paradise…well if he was filming a porno about two gay guys fucking for the first time.

Once I settled all the way down that thick cock, I looked to see Hank’s sexy grin.  “You ready to ride the Bull?” he teased with a smirk, using his Ranger name as a taunt.

Oh, I rode Bull.  I showed him a few moves I was pretty sure his former sex partners didn’t know.  When I spun around without removing him from my body, he gasped when he saw his cock thrusting in and out of me, but Hank surprised me when he pulled me back to rest on his chest as he continued to stroke up into me. 

He grabbed my aching cock and began stroking it, and I was entirely overcome with pleasure.  “Fuck, baby, that feels better than anything I think I’ve ever felt in my life.  Come for me, Reed,” he whispered into my right ear as he nipped at it.

As if on command, I let go, erupting over his hand and my stomach as he continued to thrust up into me.  “Ahhhh!” I heard him gasp as I felt his hard cock pulse inside me, releasing inside the condom.

I couldn’t move, though I was sure I was causing him pain on his left side.  I struggled to try to sit up when he grabbed me around the waist.  “Relax, baby.  You’re fine,” he whispered.  I did for a few minutes, just feeling him with me, his love seeping into my body and soul.  It was incredible to feel his right arm resting on my pelvis to hold me close.  He kissed my head which rested on his shoulder, and I knew we’d figure things out together, somehow.

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