All Queers Must Die

by Gerald Lopez

  “I bet it’s a great place for some evening trysts,” Bart said, then felt Gabriel’s fingers intertwine with his and give him a squeeze.

  “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you.”

  They walked onto the trail, and heard someone walking their way. A tall, thin man wearing only a towel emerged from a twisting path in front of them. He opened his towel exposing his nude body, then retied the towel to cover back up as he walked to Gabriel and Bart.

  “Good evening,” the man said, stopping.

  “Good evening,” Gabriel and Bart said, almost in unison.

  “Nice evening out, and the waters perfect for a swim,” the man said. “Would you two fellas like some company?”

  “Not tonight, thank you,” Gabriel said. “But, I will say the view tonight isn’t bad either.”

  “Thanks,” the man said, then continued on his way out.

  Once they’d turned the corner, and were out of the man’s sight, Gabriel and Bart looked at one another and laughed. “That was kind of you to comment on the view,” Bart said. “I think the man appreciated it.”

  “His dangle was so long, I almost felt like saluting him, or at least his cock,” Gabriel said, then laughed. “And he called us ‘fellas’, like you’ve been calling us Cinderfellas. Only he didn’t say the ‘Cinder’ part.

  Gabriel and Bart both laughed again, and were still at it as they ran hand in hand onto the sandy beach, tossed off their sandals, and continued to the edge of the water.

  “It’s chilly,” Bart said.

  “It’s not that bad,” He rubbed Bart’s shoulders, then they walked away from the water and sat down on the sand. “Are you in the mood for a swim?”

  “Are you nuts?”

  “Maybe a little,” Gabriel said. “But what fun is it to be sane all the time?” He stood, removed his jockstrap, belt, cord, and wrist wallet, then finally let the sheet drop from his shoulders.

  Looking up from where he sat, Bart noticed what he thought were scars on Gabriel’s back. But, it was hard to be sure in the dim moonlight.

  “C’mon, go in with me,” Gabriel said. “Don’t be a chicken.”

  Bart stood, removed his costume, and once he was nude reached for Gabriel’s hand. The two of them ran into the water, where they swam around and splashed one another for a few minutes before Gabriel went up to Bart. He wrapped his arms around him and kissed him on the lips before getting out of the water. Bart followed behind Gabriel, then ran up to the pile of costumes they’d left on the sand and picked up the one he’d been wearing.

  “C’mon, Gabriel, give me a hand with this. Grab the other end.”

  Gabriel did so, and together they spread the sheet out on the sand and lay down on it side by side. Bart faced upward and looked at the moon, while Gabriel lay on his stomach. Now, there was no doubt that it was scars Bart had seen on Gabriel’s back. He turned and let his fingers trace gently along them.

  “Do they make me ugly?” Gabriel said.

  “No,” Bart said. “They’re just scars on the otherwise perfect body of a handsome man.”

  “You’ve been looking, huh,” Gabriel said.

  “Not purposely so, but we are naked on the beach.” He silently looked at Gabriel’s body. It was fit, and his ass was round and tan like the rest of him. “Did they hurt a lot when you got them? The scars, I mean. They look sort of old.”

  “They are old. The scars are from when I was young and my father wanted to drill a point into my head, or just show me that he was in charge over me. I tried to be good in order to avoid being whipped or spanked with the belt, but my father believed in preemptive strikes.”

  “Your father’s an evil bastard, if you don’t mind me saying so.”

  Gabriel chuckled. “I don’t mind you saying so. It’s true, he is an evil bastard… well, maybe technically not a bastard. My grandparents were married to one another before he was born.”

  “Do technicalities like that really matter?” Bart said.

  Gabriel turned and faced Bart. “If I told you that the cost of my help was the full use of your body for whatever I want, would you say yes?”

  Bart was taken by surprise and didn’t know what to say. He grew even more nervous as Gabriel looked him in the eyes. His stare was so intense it scared him.

  “If you want my help, get on all fours and face straight ahead. Now!”

  Bart stared back at Gabriel, then slowly turned his body and got up on all fours as he was told to do. Gabriel stood and walked behind Bart.

  Staring straight ahead, Bart felt Gabriel’s hands spread his ass cheeks apart. He closed his eyes tightly in preparation for what was to come. That’s when it came to him. This was a test. All of tonight had been a test and he just had to be strong and stand fast in order to pass. He felt a slap on his ass, followed by a gentle kiss on one ass cheek before he was pushed over onto his side.

  When he was on his back again, Gabriel lay down next to him so closely that their shoulders rested against each other.

  “You love him that much,” Gabriel said.

  “Yes,” Bart said.

  “Behind the nervousness, I could see the love in your eyes,” He clasped hands with Bart. “I could see that all your actions here have been driven by love.”

  “How can you be so sure of that, maybe I’ve changed since last we met?” Bart said.

  “Oh, there’s no doubt of that,” Gabriel said. “But in my life, I’ve seen and felt love… and seen and felt hate. I can count the number of people in my life who’ve truly loved me on one hand. On the other hand, I’ve stopped counting the number of times I’ve seen hate manifested.”

  “That’s a sad statement, but I have no doubt that it’s true,” Bart said.

  “You don’t doubt me, because we are one—you and I. We are the same to the point we are reflections of one another.”

  “But reflections show things the opposite of what they are in reality,” Bart said.

  “That’s true in a way,” Gabriel said. “I have dark hair, you have light; I’m a dark tan, while you are more golden; and I have brown eyes, while you have blue. But our eyes are the same. They are filled with a deep and true love. That is why we are the same.” He rolled over onto his stomach.

  A moment later, Bart got on his side and slowly rubbed Gabriel’s back with his hand. “We are one and the same—our actions driven by absolute love. James is very lucky to have someone who truly loves him.”

  “No, he’s unlucky, because it’s me. I come with a lot of baggage.”

  “How long have you two known one another?”

  “We met at the island resort which James runs for my Aunt Lisa. It was a few years ago, when my father sent me to visit an associate of his who was staying at the resort.”

  “Why am I scared to ask what happened?” Bart said.

  “Because you already know my family well. I was sent to that resort as a gift for the man, who my father wanted to do business with… I was just a commodity to trade, and my father liked to trade. Anyway, when I found out the truth of why I was there, I tried to get away. James caught my father’s associate and his men trying to rough me up and stopped them.”

  “That was brave of him,” Bart said.

  “Yes, and it was only my Uncle Marcus’s involvement that kept James from being done away with for getting involved. To this day, I’m not sure what my uncle had on my father, but it was enough to keep James safe. I was even allowed to stay at the resort for a few weeks to mend my wounds.”

  “Is that when you and James hit it off romantically?” Bart said, straddling Gabriel’s back in order to massage his shoulders.

  Gabriel moaned. “That feels good.”

  “We don’t have to worry about cops out here, do we?” Bart said.

  “It’s a bit late to ask that,” Gabriel said. “But lucky for us, the answer’s no. The cops are paid to look the other way when it comes to what happens in this area. There are some wealthy and well connected gays in town, who make sur
e this area is kept free of police harassment.”

  “That’s good to know,” Bart said. “So… about you and James?”

  “We got closer, but he was afraid to take things further,” Gabriel said. “James is a very brave man, and his fear was never for himself, but always for me. One day, if I’m ever really free of my family, things will be different. That’s if nobody else comes into his life by then.”

  Bart slapped Gabriel’s ass. “Shame on you for saying that.” He could feel Gabriel’s whole body grow tense, and instantly regretted having slapped his ass. “I’m sorry, Gabriel, I didn’t mean anything by it.” He stood up.

  “Sit back down, please; it’s not your fault,” Gabriel said.

  Bart lay down next to Gabriel.

  “The massage felt good, would you mind continuing,” Gabriel said.

  Bart sat up and started to massage Gabriel’s back again, but the muscles had grown tense.

  “I’m not used to being touched so gently,” Gabriel said. “It feels nice… very nice.”

  “Your father should’ve left you with the Haymonds,” Bart said. “I can tell they really loved you. Why didn’t you fight to stay with them?”

  “My mother’s family was still back home. My grandmother would write and tell me never to go back there again. Then my aunt wrote me one day and sent me pictures of my oldest cousin after my father had shot him in the back of the head. My other cousins and my grandmother would’ve been next on the firing line, so I had to go back. I knew I’d be punished when I went back, but I had to try and save them if I could.”

  “That was a heavy burden for such young shoulders to carry.” Bart reached down and hugged Gabriel, and Gabriel reached for his hand once more. “My life has been easy compared to the horror story of your life, Gabriel.”

  “The horrible thing is that it’s just a typical day in my country for so many people. My father has managed to hold onto power for a long time now. But instead of using his power to change things, he’s an absolute tyrant. My mother was a young nun he had dragged out of the convent because he wanted to be assured a virgin bride—and she just happened to catch his eye. It didn’t matter that she’d dedicated her life to God since the church there was in my father’s back pocket. That’s just one more thing that hasn’t changed.”

  “Shhh,” Bart said. “Rest, and let your body relax for a while.” He continued to massage Gabriel’s back… moved to his arms, then down to his feet. The foot massage elicited some giggles, so much so that Bart lightly bit Gabriel’s toe.

  “Ow,” Gabriel said.

  “Don’t be a baby,” Bart said. Then he lifted Gabriel’s foot and sucked up and down on the toe he’d just bitten, causing Gabriel to moan in pleasure. He moved to the legs and had started to massage Gabriel’s ass when Gabriel’s body tensed up.

  Gabriel clenched his ass tightly and started to rise up, but Bart very softly pushed him back down, and hugged him using his entire body.

  “This is… difficult for me,” Gabriel said.

  “It’s Ok,” Bart said. “I swear to you, it’ll be OK. I’m just going to massage you—nothing else. We’re one man, remember. You said so yourself. I wouldn’t hurt myself, so I would never hurt you.”

  Gabriel laughed. “We sound like two crazy men.”

  “No we don’t,” Bart said quickly, in an almost defensive way. “And so what if we do. We’re the only ones out here, unless there are people making out in the bushes.”

  “It is a possibility,” Gabriel said, and laughed nervously.

  “They’ll be too busy making out to worry about us. Relax, and let me get back to what I was doing.”

  Bart felt Gabriel relax a bit, so he massaged his lower back. He bent over, kissed Gabriel’s ass lightly, and felt Gabriel’s body shiver. Despite his body’s resistance, Bart began to massage Gabriel’s left ass cheek.

  “You’re wasting your time trying to seduce me,” Gabriel said. “I don’t know why I’m here. First, my father sent me to Miami, then here. He even let me pick the men I brought with me, which is unusual. I know you’d do anything to find out what happened on that evening—the one that ended with a bad accident and a trip to an out of state hospital. But while I know it happened… I don’t have the answers you’re seeking.”

  “I believe you. And I’m not trying to seduce you right now.” He massaged both of Gabriel’s ass cheeks, pushing them up and spreading them slightly, all the while meeting extreme resistance. “Why do you think your father sent you here, if you had to guess?”

  “My father never tells me his business,” Gabriel said. “But I was sent to Miami to establish his presence there—nothing more. Maybe he’s trying to send a signal to people here.”

  “Why?” Bart said. “Does he have a business presence here? Is he trying to establish himself here?

  “I honestly don’t know.” He let out a gasp.

  “I’m sorry, did I hurt you?”

  “The hurt occurred years ago, and my body never forgets the pain.”

  Gabriel grew silent, except for some muffled sounds from him as Bart continued the massage. The vibrations in Gabriel’s body allowed Bart to figure out that he was crying.

  “Let it out, Gabriel. It’s OK, it’s just us.”

  “My… my punishment when I went home after the court battles. My punishment was to be sodomized in the courtyard of my father’s house surrounded by his soldiers.”

  Bart’s heart started racing, but he forced himself to remain calm and continue massaging Gabriel as he spoke.

  “He—my father, tried to force my Uncle Marcus to do the deed. Father said the soldiers were too far beneath me and too common to do the deed, so my uncle would have to do it. Uncle Marcus refused to do it, and begged my father to reconsider the punishment. My uncle was sent to the surgeon for his disobedience. He paid a high price for trying to protect me. Uncle Orion was the next one ordered to step up to the plate. He decided the price for refusing was too high.”

  So that solves several mysteries, Bart thought. Now I know who Marcus was protecting and how his problem came about. Plus, I also know who Gabriel was asked to forgive and why.

  “Gabriel, I’m sorry… so sorry all that happened to you.”

  Gabriel sat up and turned around to face Bart.

  “I’d forgotten about that. In all these years, I’d forgotten that… and you’ve made me remember.”

  “Remember what?” Bart said.

  “When Uncle Orion talked to me that day years ago, he asked my forgiveness. Begged me for it, in fact. I remember he spit in my ass to try and make things easier on me, and my father yelled at him… saying he wasn’t there to make love to me, and to get on with it.” He turned and hugged Bart tightly, then spoke in his ear without letting go of him. “It hurt so much. So much that I can still feel it sometimes. With almost every thrust, he begged me to forgive him. I think he even cried at one point.”

  “That’s what he asked of you today, wasn’t it? He wanted your forgiveness.”

  “Yes,” Gabriel said.

  “Then give it to him.”

  Gabriel pushed himself away from Bart and looked at him in shock and disbelief. “What? How can you tell me that after what I’ve just told you happened?”

  “For your sake, forgive him. The man is dying. If you don’t forgive him, you’ll always be tied to him somehow. Forgiving him helps you to break free of him, and of what happened.”

  “He told me he was dying and I didn’t care. How do I forgive him?”

  Bart held Gabriel’s chin up, so he’d have to look him in the eye, then spoke in a tone that was deadly serious. “For you, and for any future you hope to have with James, you go and tell Mr. Orion that you forgive him. And you mean it.”

  Gabriel got his chin free of Bart and looked down at the ground. “I didn’t tell you all of it,” he said.

  Chapter 36

  Let Freedom Ring

  “WHAT ELSE is there?” Bart said. “Tell me.”

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bsp; “I came,” Gabriel said, then looked up into Bart’s eyes. “Near the end of being raped… I actually got hard, and my father ordered one of the soldiers to jack me off. Don’t you understand? I actually came in the soldier’s hand. What kind of sicko does that make me?”

  “I don’t think that makes you sick.”

  “What my godfather Orion did to me hurt, but what you don’t understand is that at some point after the pain and the humiliation… when he hit my prostate… a sensation like I’d never felt before grabbed hold of me. At that point, I got hard. A short time later, I came. Why?” He practically yelled in pure agony. “Why did I do that? Am I as sick as they are because of that?”

  “No,” Bart said, holding Gabriel tightly. “You survived—it doesn’t mean you enjoyed the ordeal of it. It was probably impossible not to cum when he hit your prostate. I’ve read that Nazi doctors during World War II stimulated the prostates of Jewish prisoners in order to collect semen for their medical studies. No matter how harsh the Nazi methods were for stimulating the prostate, their prisoners couldn’t help but cum.”

  “I had to be taken to the hospital after it was all over,” Gabriel said.

  “This has been a crazy journey for us tonight,” Bart said. “But I know one thing that you’ve got to do now—while you have the chance.”

  “What’s that?” Gabriel said.

  “You’ve got to forgive yourself, and your godfather. And it starts by saying it out loud.”

  “You sound like a man seeking forgiveness himself,” Gabriel said.

  “Maybe I am seeking forgiveness,” Bart said. “For things done, and things yet to come.”

  “Then let’s do this together,” Gabriel said. “Agree?”

  “Agree,” Bart said. He stood, then gave Gabriel a hand up.

  “What do we do?” Gabriel said.

  “We’re alone on the beach,” Bart said. “Let’s just yell to the universe that we forgive ourselves… and really mean it.” Gabriel nodded his head in agreement and held Bart’s hand tightly. “Ok, then on three. One… two…three.”