The Life and Times of Jeffrey Gordon - Part 6
written by SonicBlu

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     I sat in my den with the television tuned to 
the news while I waited for the time to pass
by when I needed to meet with my lawyer and Randy 
for dinner. I thought about the things Randy 
told me almost constantly. Some of the things he 
said were too much for me to accept all at once. 
My heart seemed to beat quicker at the thought of 
hearing him say that he was waiting for me the 
entire time when he knew I was a heterosexual fox.

     I looked up at the clock and it had just 
chimed five o'clock. Dinner wasn't due
until at least six, so I had a whole hour to 
kill before I had to get ready for tonight's dinner with
Ron. I could have sworn I heard a car pulling 
up outside, so I turned off the television with the
remote and rose from my couch. I was still wearing 
my robe after I changed out of my casual
wear and didn't plan on getting into my better 
clothes until after I had an evening shower. I was
about to enter into my foyer when I heard a 
knock at the door. 
"That's odd, Ron arrived here a bit too early." 
I thought to myself. I thought of the only other being it 
could possibly be when I opened the door. My suspicion 
was confirmed in less than a heartbeat when I saw
Randy's gentle muzzle smiling softly at me.
"Hi, Randy. What are you doing here?"
"Well, I wanted to spring this as a surprise 
to you later on, but I couldn't wait to see you.
Besides, nothing is going on at home and I'd 
rather be here."
"I see, but we still have at least an hour to 
kill before we have to leave."
"I know that, and I'm sorry for making you 
feel nervous. You're not upset, are you?"
"No, of course not!" I said. "Please, come inside."
"Thought you'd never ask." Randy said with a 
light giggle and entered through the door. He
looked back at me as I closed the front door, 
and when my gaze met his, I could see a certain
expression in his eyes that gave me a subliminal 
message that Randy saw me as something more than a
best friend. I sighed softly and escorted Randy 
into my den.
"So, are you ready to go yet?"
"Naah. Not right now, anyway. I still have to 
call Jennifer to see if she'll watch Brandon tonight."
"To hell with it, Jeffrey. Bring him along too."
"Are you sure? I mean, he wanted to talk to me 
about something personal, and I don't know if
Brandon would be the right company."
"Oh, it'll be appropriate all right. It's not 
like we're going to strip each other nude and have our
ways with one another. It's a dinner, Jeffrey."
"I know that, but the conversation is what I'm 
getting at. I have a very strong idea what it's
regarding, and I don't know how Brandon will 
handle all that gay talk."
"You said yourself he needed to learn about how 
to accept gay beings instead of bashing them, right?" 
I nodded my reply silently, still shaken up about 
how Brandon will handle his own father exploring the 
gay lifestyle.
"You did tell him, right?"
"No. Every time I went to pick up the phone to 
call him about it, I held back. I just can't find the
right words to say."
"Oh, Jeffrey. This isn't good. He will have to 
know sooner or later, and as I always say, never put
off later what needs to be taken care of right 
away. Sometimes, you just have to be a grown fox
and face up to yourself. Once you do that, you 
can stand up to anything."
"Easier said than done." I said and slumped 
down onto my easy chair. Randy slowly approached
me from behind and began placing his paws upon 
my shoulders.
"It'll work out. If it doesn't, you try to fix 
it so that it will. That's one aspect of what life is 
about, Jeffrey. If it was any easier, 'life' would be 
called something else." Randy said as he started
kneading at my shoulders with his paws. I could 
barely feel his claws scritching into my
shoulders, but being a tiger, Randy couldn't 
do much about it.
"Jeez, Jeffrey, you're really tense. When was 
the last time you did anything relaxing?"
"About seven years ago."
"Oh? What were you doing that made you relaxed?"
"Back then, I didn't have a reason to be tensed 
up. Back then, I was actually happily married with
a beautiful baby fox."
"But this is now. You know Sandra won't be coming 
back to you. Would you like me to help you
relax?" I felt a sudden, strange feeling in my 
chest. It felt like my heart was tingling, but at the
same time, I also felt an uneasy rush of 
nervousness. I couldn't even find the words to tell Randy
how I felt. 
"Come on. Lie down over here. I'll help you 
feel better. Would you like that?"
"W...what are you going to do?" I asked, 
expecting his reply to be something sexual, which I
wasn't sure how to feel about that just yet.
"Well, for starters, your muscles sure need 
immediate attention. Lie down." he instructed. I
shrugged and proceeded to lie on my stomach. 
Randy knelt down beside me and began to lightly
rub my back up and down with his large paws, 
using very little pressure, and sending tingles
through my spine.
"Just relax. There's nothing to be tense 
about now." Randy whispered. His voice seemed to be
filled with magic as his paws slowly went 
to work on my back. Little by little, he began to apply
more and more pressure in his rubs. He 
grasped my shoulders in his paws and began kneading
them again. I closed my eyes and tried 
to enjoy the release of tension Randy provided.
"If you want me to stop, I'll understand." 
Randy whispered. 
"No. Not at all. I'm starting to feel a bit 
better." I had my back turned to him, but I could tell he
was smiling a wide grin as his rubbing 
continued. He worked his way down my back and around
my tailbase, then working back up again, 
his rubbing increasing in pressure each time he ran his
paws up my back.
"Jeffrey, I would like to ask a favor of 
you. Would you mind if you removed your robe? It's just
for the massage, I swear." My body began 
to quiver in nervousness as the thought of getting
naked before another male filled my mind.
"I...I don't know, Randy. I...I mean, 
Brandon is just upstairs, he can walk in on us. I don't
want him to catch me in the nude, if you 
know what I mean."
"I understand. It's just an upper-body 
massage, after all."
"In that case, I will at least let my 
torso free." I said and slipped the robe down around my 
shoulders and stopping at the waist, covering my 
entire lower half. I lowered myself back down onto the
couch and Randy's paws returned to my 
now bare back. 

     I must have felt my foxhood begin 
to become aroused as Randy's paws continued
working their magic on my furry back. 
The upper-body massage seemed to last for hours, but at
this point, I felt so relaxed, that I 
didn't care if Brandon did walk in on me and saw Randy 
rubbing me. It has been a long time since I've 
ever felt this much relaxed, and I didn't know how long
it would last. Looking up at the clock, 
I noticed that only forty-five minutes went by. I rose from
the couch, still covering my lower half 
with my robe, and sat next to Randy. He placed his arm
around my shoulders and pulled me softly 
into a one-armed embrace. I leaned my head onto his
shoulder as his paw lightly stroked my 
arm and shoulder.
"How do you feel now?" Randy asked as 
he looked deep into my eyes, giving off that same smile
that always put me at ease.
"It felt wonderful. I never knew you 
gave massages."
"Just something I do when there's a need 
for one to be given."
"It was really great. I liked it."
"That's not all I'm good at giving." Randy 
muttered as his smile increased.
"Umm....yeah, well, I don't think I'm quite 
ready for anything like that just yet. I mean, I'm still
trying to adapt to the possibilities and all."
"Whoa, wait a minute, what are you talking 
about? You think I'm referring to something sexual?
Come on, Jeffrey, I'm being serious. What 
I meant was that I'm also good..." Randy stopped
himself as he looked down at my paws. He 
reached over and took mine into his and then returned
his deep gaze into my eyes.
"I'm also good at giving my heart away to 
the right being. I've never been in love before, but I
have always had a crush on someone. By saving 
my heart for that right being, I wanted to make
sure that the heart I gave was true. That's 
why I left myself completely celibate from other guys,
even if they felt attracted to me. Someone 
else needs me even more. I...I wish to give you my
heart, Jeffrey." Randy finished and then 
I felt his paws start to quiver. I could sense from his
body language that he was just as nervous 
about this as I was.
"I really don't know what to say, Randy, 
except that...well, I guess I come to realize what I
needed all this time. Something that my 
own son couldn't give me. Something no lawyer or legal
battle could ever win me. I got to thinking 
that through all my hard times, where everyone else
seemed to be against me, you were always 
there with words of advice, care, and concern. I know
now what it is that gives me happiness. 
It's you, Randy." I said. I didn't even know what it was I
was saying then, but I guess that's what 
happens when I let my heart do all the talking. 
"I was there, Jeffrey, because I care a 
lot about you. Every night, I've been trying to see through
every night alone, wondering what will 
happen to you. I lost hours and hours of sleep worrying
that you weren't getting what you truly 
needed in life, and I was more than willing to give to you
what you needed. Now that I have told 
you my feelings, Jeffrey, there's something else I feel I
have to say, and if I don't, I know I'll 
only end up losing more sleep." Randy took my paws
gently into his and gazed with deep 
admiration into my eyes.
"I love you, Jeffrey. I love you more 
than I've ever felt with anybody before in my life. 
I want to give you my heart and my partnership in 
family, for I have already considered you a part of
mine." Randy, now with his head on my 
shoulder, began softly weeping, making the fur on my
shoulder moist.
"Oh, Randy. I never knew I was that much important to 
you. I want to be a part of that love and I
know what I need now. I need you too. I love you 
more than I ever thought I could possibly love
another, and I would be happy to join you." Randy 
raised his head up to look into my eyes with
tears that ran swiftly down his cheek and 
encircled around his muzzle. I placed my paws softly
around his head, and with that, I mustered 
up all the courage I could possibly congregate into my
heart. I leaned forward and placed a soft, 
gentle kiss on Randy's mouth. He pulled away slowly,
yet keeping his muzzle close to mine, and 
gazed once again into my eyes. I could feel both of our
heartbeats rising in tempo as we both gave 
a soft smile onto each other. Randy leaned in closer
and covered my mouth with his in a long-lasting 
kiss. I opened my mouth slightly to exhale a
gentle breath, and before I knew it, his tongue 
slunk its way into my mouth and lashed gently
around my own tongue. I gave off a gentle murr 
as we held the kiss, for my heart was like a
volcano of emotion, and spewing out with an 
everlasting amount of love that ran rampant
through my veins. I was so lost in his world 
of love and care, that I didn't even hear the door
to Brandon's room opening, nor did we hear 
the sound of his fox paws walking down the stairs. We 
were still kissing when Brandon appeared in 
my den. I didn't know how
long he was standing there, but his shocked 
scream broke the tender silence between us.
"Dad! What are you doing?" I sprang back a 
bit to find Brandon standing alone in the entrance to
my den and saw the face of absolute horror 
within my son. His entire body stood motionless, and
not even his tail was waggling like it always did.
"Brandon, you scared me." I said, not knowing 
what else to say.
"You are unbelievable! You lied to me!" he 
shouted and raced upstairs to his room. 
"Damn, I did it again." Randy said while 
lowering his head.
"Oh, no you don't. You're not putting the 
blame on yourself again. It was my fault this time, and
I should have told him about this since I 
started getting these feelings. I had plenty of time to do
that yesterday, but I didn't."
"What are you going to do now? You know how 
Brandon feels about homosexuality."
"He's only ten. Sooner or later, he'll learn 
about understanding the differences of others."
"Yeah, but you're talking into the future. 
This is now. What are you going to do now?"
"Well, I really don't know. I know talking 
to him won't help."
"It always worked before, why shouldn't it 
work now?"
"Trust me, Randy. I know my son. I've spent 
an entire year and then some with this legal battle.
It's worn me into the ground countless times. 
I needed to break away from all that."
"So you're saying that you want to be free, 
is that it?"
"Not entirely. I want his happiness more 
than anything in the world, and if he won't be happy
with the fact that you and I are now together, 
he's only going to be living a miserable life like I
have been. All his life, I've taught him that 
sometimes in life, he has to make sacrifices in order
to make things right. I must now do the same."
"Then we'll go up and talk to him."
"We?"
"Yes, Jeffrey. We. I'm with you on this, 
and forming a relationship together also means forming
a family. You are my family too, Jeffrey. 
I also feel Brandon is a part as well. It's the least I can
do, not as a surrogate father, but as a 
friend." I lowered my head and heaved a soft sigh. Without
removing my eyes from the hard wood floor, 
I nodded.
"Alright. We'll both go up and talk to him." 
I said as I covered my bare torso back up with the
robe.. 

     My nerves were shot while Randy and I 
walked up the stairs, which I had never gotten
used to this feeling. I placed my ear to 
the door and could barely hear the sound of Brandon's
sniffling. I knocked on his door, but 
this time, I didn't get a response. Not even a "go away!"
"Brandon, please open the door. Randy and 
I have to talk to you." I waited for a few seconds for
a reply, but never received one. I looked 
over at Randy and he silently gave me a nod as if to say
"Go ahead, try again." I knocked again and 
heard the sound of Brandon sniffling again. I
shrugged and opened the door slowly, only 
to find Brandon pacing back and forth from his bed to
his dresser. He had his suitcases laying 
atop his bed and was hurriedly stuffing both of them with
his clothes and belongings.
"Brandon, can we come in?" I asked, but 
still got no response from him.
"Brandon, please. I understand how you 
feel, but it's important that you know what's going on,
and for me to do that, I need for you to 
listen to what I have to say. Please, Brandon?" 
"I can hear you, you know." Brandon said 
as his back was turned towards us the entire time.
"Come on, Brandon. Sit down. We need to 
talk about this."
"No."
"Please Son?" I said as I lowered myself 
onto the edge of Brandon's bed.
"I'm no son of yours, you liar."
"Brandon Lindsay Gordon, sit down now!" I 
said. Usually, when I put my foot paw down, things
fall into place. Brandon turned to face me 
with the same shocked look on his face that he gave
me when he first caught me and Randy in the act.
"Dad, why are you so upset with me like that 
and I was the one that caught you with Randy,
kissing and hugging. He almost had you naked, 
Dad, and I'm supposed to be calm?"
"Randy was giving me a massage, that's why 
you saw my robe the way it was, and no, Brandon,
you need to be calm so I can explain myself. 
I deserve at least that much, don't I?" Brandon
lowered his head and scratched behind his 
ear before giving a gentle nod.
"Good boy. Have a seat." I said and made 
some room by moving the suitcases aside. Brandon
slowly crept up onto the bed and faced 
forward, trying not to look at Randy, whom was still
standing in the doorway.
"I know what I told you before, son, and I 
thought you were starting to understand the
homosexual lifestyles of others. You remember 
what I told you about that?"
"Of course I remember, but you seemed to 
forget that in the same talk, you told me you were not
gay. Now you are?"
"Brandon, I didn't know it then, but some 
things in life become clearer after discovering it. I was
hiding myself, Brandon. I was hiding my 
sorrows, my fears, and my feelings into this case
against your mother taking you away from 
me. I wanted you to stay with me because I knew I
could always take care of you the way you 
need it."
"I did need it, Dad, but I still don't 
understand how one day you're not gay, 
and the next day you are."
"It's not easy for your dad to accept." 
Randy said as he stepped into Brandon's room slowly.
"Randy, he lied to me."
"No, Brandon. He just didn't know what 
he was feeling and assumed he wasn't gay."
"Then why didn't he at least tell me 
that, Randy?"
"Brandon, I didn't tell you that then 
because I thought I was still straight. This is a tremendous
switch for me to have to take. I've 
still not fully accepted it yet. Do 
you understand?" Brandon slowly shook his head.
"Maybe you don't now, but when you grow 
older, you'll grow experienced in life, and you'll
look back at this conversation and will 
be able to understand."
"Dad, I don't think any less of you 
because you're gay. You taught me to be more understanding
and respect other people's feelings."
"Then, what's this about?" I asked, 
running my paw over Brandon's suitcase.
"I was scared, Dad. I thought you lied 
to me and I don't know how to take it that my dad is
turning gay."
"Looks like that'll be something we both 
have to grow into, isn't it, Son?"
"I guess so."
"Brandon, your father still loves you 
very much. He always told me how happy you've made
him, and he's always come to me asking 
for advice to help you for the better. I know why you
love him so much." Randy said as he sat 
on the bed next to Brandon.
"Why?" Brandon asked as he looked up at 
Randy. A single tear ran down his cheek as he raised
his head up.
"Well, when I was your age, I never had 
a father that would cook meals, take his son out to a ball
game, have an evening out at the movie 
theater, or even doctor my wounds when I got hurt.
When I needed the care of a father 
figure, he was never there. My father was the one that 
wanted me to move out the very day after I 
graduated. I never had that when I was your age. You 
should be very lucky to have a father like 
this."
"I am, but sometimes, it's not perfect."
"Brandon, every relationship has its 
good points and its bad points. Let me tell you something
that I often tell my clients. Bad things 
happen in the world, but for all the good reasons to come
from them. Do you understand?"
"No, not really."
"Well, here. Let me give you an example. 
When you say it's not perfect, that means that there are
no mistakes to be made, and therefore, 
nothing can be learned from a growing experience like a
relationship, be it between father and 
son, or in a grown-up type of relationship. Mistakes are
made so that we learn how to make things 
better the next time it were to happen. If we didn't
have mistakes to tell us what not to do, 
we wouldn't learn what's right."
"So someone would have to make mistakes 
in order to make things better."
"That's right. Sometimes, when your 
father makes mistakes, it's not intentional, 
but if he doesn't hear from you whether or not it's a 
mistake, you can't learn from one another how to 
make things better. The fact that he's done all 
he did for you was a lot more than what my father ever did.
He's worked with you through the years 
and has really watched out for you. He's trying to
protect you. He really is." Brandon looked back up 
at me, but all I could do was silently nod.
"Brandon, I know I should have told you before 
about this, but I didn't know how to really tell
you just yet. I should have just come out with 
it in the first place. I was trying to hide behind
everything and hope that it wouldn't show up, 
but one thing I've learned from this is that it's
always best to stand tall and face up with 
the facts. By hiding things the way I did, it doesn't
make it any better than lying to you. I 
really am sorry for this, Brandon. Do you forgive me?" I
asked, hoping that I still at least had a 
son that doesn't see me any less than he ever has before.
"I forgive you, Dad. I'm just sorry for 
what I said earlier."
"It's how we learn, Son. Right, Randy?" 
I smiled and ran my paw swiftly through his orange
head fur.
"You got that right, now are we going to 
let this happen again?" he asked while looking at
Brandon with a playful grin, and then at me.
"No, Randy." Brandon said in an innocent tone.
"No, Randy." I said, repeating Brandon's 
words in the same manner.
"Good, because if it does, I get out the 
tickle reinforcements." Randy said and held his paws out,
his claws slightly extended.
"No, no, please! Anything but that!" 
Brandon screamed and started to back away, but Randy's
paws were faster, and proceeded to tickle 
Brandon's ribs, which was the most vulnerable spot for
tickling. I couldn't help but to join in
the tickling fun and scritched at Brandon's tummy with my
own claws.
"No! Stoooop! I give up! Please stop!" 
Brandon said through his display of hysterics.
"Say Uncle!" Randy beckoned.
"U...Uncle, Uncle!" Brandon managed to 
scream, and we both let up, allowing Brandon to raise
himself to a seated position once again.
"Dad?" 
"Yes, Son."
"I know that you and Randy are going 
to be together now, but what does that make me?"
"You're still Brandon, right?" I asked. 
"That's not what I meant. I mean, what 
does it make me in this situation?"
"Well, you have your own choices to 
make about how you feel inside. You still have a lot to
learn before you accept your own preferences."
"I know, Dad, but what about Randy? 
Is he my father too?"
"No, Brandon. Not unless you want to 
see me that way. I'll just be happy if we can still stay
friends." Randy said and gave Brandon 
a playful jab to his shoulder.
"I sure would hate it if he saw me as 
a mother, though. I think I'd look terrible in a pink and
white dress." Randy said with a chuckle.
"Brandon, I have one thing to ask you 
now." I said as I looked at the still-opened 
suitcases lying on the bed. "Will you still 
want to live with me, or would you like to 
live with your mother?" Brandon looked at his 
suitcases and had forgotten why he got them 
out in the first place, but the smile quickly 
ran away from his face. 
"What do you mean, Dad? Don't you want me 
around anymore?"
"Of course I do, Son, but I want what's best 
for you. If you're still wanting to move on with your
life, I'll give you a choice of where to 
live. I just want you to be happy."
"Well...mom is good now, but she still 
drinks and it scares me sometimes. She doesn't ever do
the things you've done. Every time we 
talk, it's always to find out something for her. She 
didn't seem to think about me as much as you 
do. I want to stay with you, Dad. Nobody else has taught
me anything the way you have. Nobody 
else takes me to baseball practice."
"I was hoping you would say that." I 
said and gave my son a tight hug. Randy joined me and put
one arm around me and his other arm 
around Brandon, and the three of us stayed in one of the
greatest hugs I have ever been in all 
my life.
"You know something else, Dad?"
"What, Brandon?" I whispered.
"Mom doesn't even know who Gerald Wolfe 
is." Brandon said with a giggle and I didn't think it
would be at all possible for anyone to 
not have heard of the name Gerald Wolfe before, after his
accomplishments as a legend in the wide 
world of Baseball history. I shook my head and
laughed, not just for the fact that a 
being on this planet didn't know Gerald Wolfe from an
employee of a Ferguson's Burger, but for 
the way Brandon said it in a time like this. He never
ceased to amaze me how he could go from 
enraged and upset to understanding and listening to
what someone had to say. I had the 
greatest son anyone could ever have, and as I looked
over at my newfound love of my life, I also 
realized that I had the greatest companion 
I thought I would never find.

     We had a very successful dinner that 
night, and Brandon was more than happy to attend
with the three of us. Even though Brandon 
was bored out of his mind listening to our
professional conversations about law school, 
friendships of Ron's that Brandon would never see,
or sports cars, we all had a nice time 
together nonetheless. 

     A week later, I ended up losing my job 
and I had the dangers of losing my house and car
breathing down my neck, but I took some old 
advice and stood tall. My days as a timid fox were
long past over, and instead of watching 
everything happen, we ended up moving in with Randy,
and the very next day I moved in, he managed 
to find me a position working in his office as a
counselor in training. I must admit that I 
didn't know half of what Randy does, there are some
things that I knew just from experience 
that I had lived so far, and I started making a really 
good living. 

     Sandra still comes around every other 
weekend. When she found out about my
homosexuality, she wasn't at all thrilled, 
but she took it well. She still didn't like the way
Brandon had to live with a gay couple, but 
Brandon was the one that told her of her bad points
this time. I realized that the advices I 
gave to my son were really sinking in, and he's no longer
afraid to speak up about his feelings. 

     As for Randy and I, well, let's just 
say that I don't think I could ever be any happier with
him than I am now. I've learned how to find 
happiness, and I never thought in all my life that it
would ever come from another male, but as 
a wise tiger once said to me, and I quote: "When it
comes to true love, it matters not about a 
being's gender or anatomies, but the heart and soul
from within is far more precious than anything 
in the world. Sometimes, it can't be found in the
opposite sex, but if you do find it, you know 
you've got something special when your heart tells
you about it." Having accepted my sexuality, 
I admitted to myself of who I am inside, and I am
quite happy for what I have become. Perhaps 
there may be some magic in admitting such things
to one's own self, and it made perfect sense 
to me. The more you admit to yourself of who or
what you are inside, the better you'll feel 
about yourself, and the more life will have a true
meaning and existence. I will have to remember 
that for tomorrow's session with Christopher.
He's my newest client, and a very timid type 
of otter at that. I feel somewhat differently from him
than with the rest of my clients that come to 
see me. He's not sure how to handle his own
lifestyle, and just hearing that is music to 
my ears, for whenever anyone came to my office
uttering those very words, I've always made 
sure that they are not alone in the world, and they
need all the help they can get in the world. 
I thought about tomorrow's activities for the moment,
and then coming out of my trance-like state, 
I picked up the phone and called home to the
greatest boyfriend anybody could ever ask for.
"Randy, it's Jeffrey. I'll be home in a moment."
"Great. I'll see you in a few, then. I love you, hon."
"I love you too, hon." I sighed softly as I hung 
the phone back onto the cradle. From the time I
first told those very three words to Randy, I 
seemed to be walking with a lot more spring in my
step and a smile on my muzzle. I swished my 
tail in happiness as I thought of the gentle tiger I
would see as the first thing my eyes lay upon 
when I arrived home.
"Life goes on." I said as I drove away from my 
office. "But nobody said life was easy." Jeez, how
true that is.

The End