INTRODUCTION & DISCLAIMER - This is an entry in a 750-word story contest and written for humour. It contains male homosexual activity. All characters are aged 18 and over, with similarity to real persons living or dead coincidental & unintentional.
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Once upon a time there was a young man named Terry. He was 18 and a square who spent his evenings at home studying instead of going out and having fun. While other guys and girls were enjoying themselves at the drive in, cinema or diner listening to rock and roll music, Terry was at home buried in his homework.
Terry who had red hair, fair skin and blue eyes was a handsome enough young man, but he had never been on a date, mainly because the girls at school thought he was boring. But this was only part of the reason. Terry harbored a terrible secret. He was a homosexual, but because it was 1960 he could never admit it to anyone. It was worse than being a communist. If people knew Terry was a queer, they would think he would go driving around town all day trying to tempt kids away from playgrounds with candy. Maybe even the police would come and arrest him and take him to jail. This could never do at all.
One of the popular girls in Terry's year was having an 18th birthday party this Saturday, and all the kids in the class were going except for Terry. He had to study. It was a fine night in Los Angeles where Terry lived with his parents, and they were going out for the evening too, a dance at the country club.
Terry, who wore a beige shirt and trousers that accentuated his uptight, square personality watched a TV news program about the upcoming Kennedy vs. Nixon presidential election, then went upstairs to his bedroom and began studying calculus, thinking how much better it was not being at the silly party for the popular kids.
Finishing his calculus, Terry picked up his chemistry books but was having trouble solving an equation when he heard noises downstairs. Thinking that the cat was playing around, Terry went downstairs to find the cat sound asleep.
Puzzled but not alarmed, Terry turned to go back upstairs then stopped in shock and fear. Framed in the kitchen door was the six foot six form of a man, a menacing looking scowling man with a huge moustache and dressed as a cowboy, a large cowboy hat upon his head, boots and a neckerchief.
The terrified Terry took to his feet and burst out the back door into the yard and the cowboy chased him. Terry thought he might be able to get over the fence, go to the neighbors and call the police but the cowboy was too fast.
The cowboy made his rope into a lasso and captured Terry, then hog-tied him as the teenager called out for help, but nobody was around to hear him.
