A Love Story

Usual rules guys, the story is copyright and homoerotic so no copying for profit or reading if you are not of legal age or it is illegal in your country. Otherwise, enjoy

I hope you all enjoyed parts 1 & 2. Quite a contrast in content. More loving than hurting in this third part so I hope you romantics enjoy it. Part 4 is a bit slushy as well. For you cp and SM guys parts 5 & 6 should keep you happy. I will be happy for you to email me with your comments at chris-johns@hotmail.com

A Love Story Pt.3-Chris & Sean Cont'd.

We sat opposite each other in the lounge just eating, drinking and looking at each other. It was late afternoon and I felt like it was a week later. Emotionally I was drained. I was sat opposite a man/boy who just oozed love for me and all I could think about was this monster who would be coming back to haunt him and hurt him in a few days.

"Can you stay the night Sean?" It came out of the blue and jolted Sean back to the present.

He looked deep into my eyes and said, "Do you really want me to?"

I looked bemused, "Of course I do, what sort of silly question is that?" I said it with more force than I meant to and saw the tears immediately spring into his eyes.

I shot across the floor and gathered him into my arms.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," I pleaded kissing his face all over. "I'm sorry. What is it?"

"I didn't think you would want me around after we had sex."

I was dumbfounded. I started to get angry.

"Do you think what we have just spent six hours doing was just a quick wham, bam thank you ma'm for me? Have you any idea how completely emotionally drained I am because of the feelings I have for you. I have never been in love in my life so I am no expert on the feeling, but I know as sure as I can be that I am almost suicidally in love with you. I can't believe that out of last night's nightmare has come the most beautiful, gentle, sexy man in the world. I want to be with you for ever and at the moment I want to cry because I can't think of any way that can happen."

I don't cry easily but voicing that thought and the knowledge of Kember I just dissolved, sobbing like a baby, out of emotional pain this time instead of the physical pain that Sean had witnessed last night.

He didn't know what to do. So he just grabbed me and did to me what I had done to him. Hugs and kisses to take away my pain.

"Oh lover of course I can stay." Then he started to cry as well. There was so much emotional pain between us. I prayed for the day that the only tears we shed would be ones of happiness.

After more hugs and kisses and time for us to calm down he looked at me and smiled. I melted instantly and with the same silly smile said "We're a couple of idiots aren't we." Then we got hysterical.

Oh God, being with this man overwhelmed me. I could not leave him to Kember whatever happened.

I don't think we slept for more than a few minutes at a time all night. We kept waking up and touching each other. Sometimes we would just go 69ers, sometimes I would shag him quickly making sure that he orgasmed as well, or he would do the same to me. If neither of us got a hard on we would just cuddle up into each others arms again and kiss each other to sleep.

It was dawn when I finally gave up trying to get any more sleep. Sean was sleeping the sleep of the dead. Poor baby he had taken my ever-demanding cock at least six times in the last 20 hours, besides taking numerous mouthfuls of my cum. Would I ever get enough of him?

In the kitchen I squeezed fresh orange juice made up the mix for scrambled eggs, got the toaster loaded, coffee on, table laid. Then I thought. Will he eat the same sort of breakfast as me? Maybe he ate fruit for breakfast or other local produce. I realised how little I knew about this lover and freaked.

I sensed more than heard him, I turned round just right to get a beautiful deep, all consuming morning kiss. I was naked so my instant erection showed how I felt about that. He stood back and laughed, it was wonderful. I wanted to shout from the rooftop, I'm in love with the most fantastic guy in the world.

Reality had to kick in today, much as I wanted to repeat yesterday, I realised we had to talk.

He enjoyed English style breakfast and that was great. When we had cleared up I insisted that we shower but separately. Sean looked so hurt, but I laughed him back to good humour by telling him that I could not be close to him naked without wanting to make love to him and we needed to talk.

He came out of the bathroom all wholesome and fresh and my arms ached to hold him. I gave him a pair of my beach shorts to wear and dived into the shower myself.

We sat on the terrace with a jug of iced cordial and I asked Sean a string of questions almost like an interrogation.

"I'm sorry Baby that this is going to sound like the third degree but I need to know everything about you. But I can't tell you why until the end."

He was 18, just, youngest of three brothers. Mum and Dad loving and caring. Brothers great even when they found out he was gay, (unusual in a West Indian family), reasonably well educated but not good enough for a university place. Loved boats and working with his hands. Lots of other things that just went to make up his character.

"What about the blackmail incident Sean?"

He closed up on me. Nothing, nada, not a sound from him.

"Please Baby tell me, it's so important that I know because I want us to have a future together without any skeletons."

His eyes told me a lot of what his head was thinking. He was in agony.

"I can't. I love you, you make me come alive like nobody ever has before. If I tell you what I did you will feel disgust and hatred because I will have made our love dirty."

This all said in a tiny voice that oozed self-loathing. I was shocked at his depth of emotion.

"I don't believe that, I don't believe it is possible for you to do anything that would stop me loving you. Please Sean. We have to beat Kember together, you won't do it alone and he will ruin your life, our lives."

Making it our lives brought him up short.

"You really mean you love me and want to spend more time with me than just this holiday?"

"Jeez, some people take a lot of convincing that they are loved. Of course I do you idiot. Why do you think I am doing this instead of taking you upstairs and shagging you senseless?"

He laughed a little laugh and shook his head. The tears started rolling down his cheeks but when I got up to go to him he shook his head and said, "No, stay there."

I could see in his eyes that he had come to a decision and that look made me shiver.

"I will tell you because I love you too, and when you throw me out after this I will still have yesterday."

The agony in his eyes was terrifying to see. I was weeping inside while trying not to let it show. I had to avert my eyes because I was going to lose it big time if I kept looking at him dieing in front of me.

"It was one summer when I was twelve. I had reached puberty and was really horny, I had been wanking for ages. Girls found me attractive and one day one of my elder brother's girlfriends seduced me. That was when I realised I was gay, I hated the feel of a girl, I hated what they were missing between their legs, I knew I wanted a man. You know what the Caribbean is like for gay guys so I had no outlet for my problem or anyone I could talk to about it.

I was up in the hills above our house sometime after the girl thing and bumped into a little boy who lived in our village. He was only nine. We started to play together. When we were rough and tumbling in the grass I pinned him down and started to tickle him with a long piece of grass. I slid it up his shorts to the top of his thigh, on the inside of the leg where it is very sensitive. He laughed and said he liked that, it was kind of exciting. I was excited to, so much so that I had a hard on. I was only wearing thin shorts so my playmate could see it. He asked me what it was and I told him it was the same thing he had between his legs. He shook his head to negate that so I told him if he let me take his shorts down, I would make his willy the same as mine. He nodded and I did. I pulled his shirt off as well so that he was naked."

Sean looked up at me and I could feel the heat of his agony pulsing across the terrace. He was crying quite hard, gulping for breath as he continued to talk.

"He was only nine but to me he looked beautiful. I took my shirt and shorts off as well and started to play with his little prick. Of course, it got hard and that made me even hornier. I squatted between his legs and started fingering his arse as well. I was so turned on that eventually I stuffed my prick up his arse. I didn't know about stretching him first or using lubricant so I hurt him quite a lot. After I had orgasmed, I pulled out of him but it was ages before he stopped crying. I told him if he let me do that again I would give him money, and that it wouldn't hurt next time, not that I really knew. I just wanted his man pussy again. I did have him again frequently until one day he was not around and his parents said he had killed himself. I know I was to blame, he knew what we were doing was wrong and I was to blame for this little boys death.

I was fourteen when Kember got me alone one day and told me he knew my secret. It turned out he had seen me fucking the kid and just stored it up until he was ready to use it. For the last four years he has been abusing me, and I deserve it. He is right to keep beating me and keep fucking me and make me do disgusting things like eat all our cum the other night, just to show me how disgusting and worthless I am."

He was sobbing uncontrollably now and obviously in the depths of despair. I was crying to and wanted to hold him but he just pushed me away. He stood up shakily looked at me through tear filled eyes and said,

"I will just get my things and then I will leave Chris. I am sorry I let you dirty yourself on such a vile creature."

I was speechless, and frozen to the spot. How could any one loathe them self as much as this boy did. He walked passed me into the villa and up the stairs. It took me a minute to unfreeze, but I did it in time to stop him. When he came back downstairs I blocked his way and said,

"Do you want to fight me Sean?"

He looked desolate, his eyes were lifeless. He wouldn't look at me but he said,

"No, but you can thrash me before I leave if you want to. I deserve it."

I was stunned, this was his mind set after four years of abuse from Kember, punishment, abuse, degradation. I could kill Kember with my bare hands, but it was a way for me to keep him here as my brain went into overdrive.

If I strip him and then tie him up, hopefully I can convince him he is not a bad person.

"What a good idea, you're a worthless piece of shit, you disgust me. I am going to thrash you within an inch of your life before I let you out of this house."

I would not, could not look at him, my heart was breaking for him and my eyes would show it.

"Get back upstairs and strip. When you are naked, lay on the floor on your stomach. Don't touch anything, you'll contaminate it."

I ran into the workshop and found some dinghy mooring line that was quite thick so even if he struggled he would not hurt any of that beautiful skin.

When I reached my bedroom, he was already lying on the floor.

"Put your arms out in front of you," I commanded. As soon as he did, I tied his wrists tightly. "Stand up," which he did immediately, like an automaton.

I pulled him with me as I walked to the bed, pulled the top sheet off and the pillows and told him to lay down on it. He looked at me and then fell on the bed on his stomach.

"On your back, you worthless piece of dog meat. It was your cock that did the damage, it is your cock that needs punishing."

I tied the wrist rope to the head of the bed and each of his ankles I tied to a leg at the bottom of the bed. I checked that he could not possibly get away before I let myself relax.

His tears were over and mine were just starting to run silently down my cheeks.

Sean looked at me in surprise.

I sat down heavily on the side of the bed and looked into those gentle eyes, so full of self-disgust and agony and questions.

"I have no idea if I was strong enough to stop you leaving when you had made your decision to go. This was my brilliant way of stopping you. I tried to smile at him but it was obviously a failure and he just looked even more bemused.

"I told you, there is nothing you can do or have done that would make me stop loving you. I meant it. What you did at twelve years old, confused, alone, unable to talk to anyone about such a massive problem is to huge for me to even begin to comprehend.

My Dad loves me, my grandfather is gay and he loves me to, I have always been able to talk to either of them about my sexuality and how it all fits together for us gay guys. I know Gramps would be as amazed as me that you have turned out to be such a beautiful person after your experiences. I love you Baby, I don't care how your mind puts this all together as long as you know. I am not disgusted by what you did, at 12 years old for Christ's sake. You are beautiful on the inside as well as on the outside. Until I am sure you believe that and are not going to run out on me I am not releasing you from those bonds."

I don't know how I got all that out, I was breaking up inside watching this boy tear himself apart. I had given him a brief look at love and he had decided it was too good for him. How was I going to convince him, how was I going to stop him killing me? The more I looked at him the more I loved him. I could not afford to fail.

"Sean, look at me Baby." He looked, but the eyes were still dead.

I was lost, this was simply too huge for me to even begin to know how to solve.

I took the weak way out. I dissolved in tears, snuggled up to Sean and cried all over his chest like my heart was breaking. I tried so hard to stop and be rational but it wasn't working. Great gulps of air just fuelled my crying. I don't know how long it was before I eventually stopped but when I looked up Sean was still dry eyed and showing no emotion at all. Why did I make him open that terrible wound in his emotions? We could have worked it through some other way couldn't we?

"Please Sean, please baby, talk to me. Please forgive me for reopening that terrible wound. I love you so much, you are killing me."

Nothing, he was almost catatonic, I was worried, not just for our love, but for his sanity. How could he have built this thing into such a monster? I already knew the answer, Kember, he had taken four years to do it but he had destroyed this beautiful boy as sure as if he had shot him dead. I was out of my depth. I needed the cavalry. Ha, ha, I had it.

I picked up the phone at the side of the bed and speed dialled Gramps, it was early afternoon in England. Please be home Gramps, I have never needed you so much in my life. The phone rang, and rang, and rang. Then it was picked up.

"Gramps, I need you," I wailed.

"Calm down boy, tell me slowly."

As briefly as I could I told him the story, it still took nearly twenty minutes.

"Where is your beautiful boy now?" Gramps said.

"I have him tied up on my bed. I daren't let him go Gramps. I don't think I could stop him leaving and I don't know where he lives."

"You can't keep him tied up forever boy, what do you think you should do?"

Trust Gramps, make your own decisions and take control of your life. I was doing just that but I needed help.

"I am going to keep him tied up until I can get some reaction from him and then re-evaluate the situation. I am going to call your Attorney out here and lay it all out for her. Ask her advice and hope that we can lay the dust on this one before that evil shit Kember gets back on the island. Whatever happens Gramps I am not going to give up on this boy. I love him so much you wouldn't believe it possible in 24 hours."

"Yes I would son and I am on my way by the first flight. Hang in there the cavalry is coming."

I put the phone down and I was crying so hard it hurt. Dear sweet Gramps, what would I do or be without him?

I looked at Sean touched his cheek, kissed his lips very gently and said.

"We are going to come through this Baby. I am not going to lose you.

Next, I `phoned Esther.

"Hi, I know we have only met once when I was with my Gramps. I am Christopher Johns, yes the same as Gramps. I can't leave my Dad's villa now but I desperately need to talk to you. Gramps says it is ok and you can call him in England now, but he is on his way here to help me."

Esther was great, she said she could be here in half an hour. Wow, I had two divisions of cavalry already.

I looked again at Sean after those two conversations and saw a question mark in his eyes. I laughed and said,

"Yes Baby, we are going to get you whole again. I do love you, you are not disgusting, you are a wonderful person and I am never going to let you forget it. I know I will shrivel up and die without you so I am being selfish getting you sorted."

How could I love this being so much after only a day? Why was I shrivelling up at the thought of losing him? He wasn't that great was he? He wasn't that good looking, was he? Had sex really been that good or was I just so incredibly horny I could have fucked a donkey and been in love?

Shallow thinking bastard. I knew, however I tried to temporise it, that I was deliriously, desperately in love with Sean and wanted him with me forever.

When the doorbell rang, I covered him with a sheet.

"I'm sorry Darling, I can't let you loose yet."

I kissed his cheek gently and touched it as I stood up to leave.

"I'll be back as soon as I can. I love you, please believe me." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I let Esther in and thanked her for coming so quickly.

We sat down in the lounge and I told her the whole story, finishing with the fact that I had Sean tied up in my bedroom.

"Can I see him?" she said.

"Oh God, I don't know, I don't want to freak him out more than he is already."

"Ok, I will get onto this straight away, I know someone that will probably have most of the answers before close of business today."

"Oh Esther, thank you. I am so worried about him." Nodding towards the stairs. "Please call me the second you have any thing." Then she was gone.

I rushed back upstairs.

My baby didn't look as if he had moved.

"Sean, if I let you loose will you stay here, not try to run off, not try to leave me?"

He moved his head very slightly to look in my eyes.

"How." Was all he said.

"How what Baby?"

"How can you love me? I'm disgusting."

I started to cry again, I was being such a crybaby, this had to stop.

"I love you because you are just the most beautiful person, inside and out, that I have ever met in my life. I am not going to lose you. I could live another thousand years and never find anyone like you. I am going to have back the boy that I made love to all day yesterday. This is totally selfish but you are mine and I am going to keep you with me whatever sacrifice I have to make."

"I don't understand, what I did was vile, it cost another boy his life. Retelling the story to you makes me realise how vile I am."

"You are not disgusting, what you did was not vile. If you had known more about gay sex I know you would have made it beautiful for him as well as yourself. You were only a baby yourself. It is only Kember's evil that has made you think so little of yourself."

"It's no good Chris, just let me go, forget me, I am not worth a second thought from you."

I untied his legs and loosened the rope at the head of the bed.

"That should be more comfortable for you, but I am not releasing you completely. When do you have to back at work?"

He looked bemused at my change of tack.

"Oh! In two days time. The same day you fly back to England."

What's your last name?"

"What is this? It's Lawrence but why are you asking all these questions. Just let me go."

"Nope, where do you live?"

"I'm not telling you anything more."

I picked up the `phone and called Esther.

"I have a little more information. His name is Sean Lawrence and he has two elder brothers. He lives with his mum and dad in a village where a boy of nine killed himself six years ago. Sean thinks the reason for the suicide was his sexual activity. His brothers know he is gay and I guess his parents do too."

When I hung up Sean looked stunned that I was giving so many details to someone else.

"I have to help you Baby but I am out of my depth, so I am enlisting outside help."

He looked shocked and said very softly and sadly.

"How could you give away my secret like that?"

"Because I love you and I am going to do anything and everything I have to to make you realise it, and realise that you will tear me apart inside if you leave me."

I said quite forcefully. "Now will you give me your word you will not try to leave so that I can release you?"

He let out a big sigh and said, "I suppose so."

I released his wrists and gave him a pair of my beach shorts to put on. I picked up his clothes and folded them onto the dresser.

"Please come down stairs and we can talk some more on the terrace. I want to tell you my plan to make everything right for you."

He lifted one eyebrow at me and said with great sadness in his voice, "That can never happen."

"You'll see," I said with more hope than conviction.

Sean waited for me to sit down before picking a sun-lounger as far away from me as possible. I felt so much hurt after our closeness of only a few hours ago.

"Would you like some cordial?"

He shrugged and said, "I suppose so."

No interest, no reaction just dumb acquiescence.

I poured him a glass putting it on the table by his seat and curled up by the side of him on the deck.

"Sean, do you love me.?"

He looked at me, shrugged his shoulders and with a great sigh said, "What's the point."

"Never mind what's the point, do you love me?"

He looked down at me and gently stroking the top of my head said, "Of course I do, but Kember will never let me have any happiness with you and what I did was so vile that I don't deserve it either."

I sighed, a break through. Now I would get deeper into his guilt complex.

"After the first time with your little lover did you ever hurt him again?"

"Why are you asking?"

"I want to know."

"No, I learnt about lubrication and used plenty of spit after the first time."

"Did your little friend enjoy being shagged?"

"Yes, I would never have forced him again even if I was horny"

"In that case, what was vile about what you were doing?"

"It must have been vile for him because he killed himself."

"But you said he enjoyed it."

"Yes, I don't know, it was a long time ago."

"Precisely, if you had been 18 and fucked him that would have been vile and disgusting, but you were only a baby yourself and both of you got pleasure out of what you did. It would have been wrong if you had been older Sean, but it sounds to me like it was a little piece of wonderland for both of you then."

"No, no, no, Kember made me realise how awful what I did was."

"Kember made you think it was awful so that he could have a hold over you to further his sadistic streak. No one deserves to be abused the way you have been whatever they have done. He has systematically destroyed your feeling of worth so that he could rape you, abuse you and demean you without fear of being apprehended. We have to stop him when he gets back on the island."

"How, why, I am never going to be free of him."

"Yes you are because this selfish bastard at your feet doesn't want to live with a little bit of a lover. I want all of you, and to get that Kember has to become history."

We talked, drank, and ate a little food as the day wore on. No telephone calls, no interruptions. I was beginning to get worried. Could I keep this man with me another night? Would he unwind a bit more and let me help him? Did he really care for me, or was I just another easy lay?

Oh no, that last thought was not worthy of me. I know what we had yesterday was good, better than good, it was heaven.

It was almost sunset when the doorbell rang. I jumped half out of my skin it was so unexpected, I looked at my watch as I ran to the door. 1830, who would be calling at this hour.

I opened it and saw Esther and a distinguished looking man about 35 to 40.

"Come in Esther. What's happened?"

"Chris, this is Andre, he is a police superintendent."

I started back in shock.

"It's ok Chris we are here to help Sean, is he still here?"

I nodded, "Come through we are on the terrace."

I shook hands with Andre and apologised for my reaction.

When we were all introduced and seated, Sean looking really apprehensive, Esther took Sean's hand in hers and said to him.

"James Taylor's suicide six years ago had absolutely nothing to do with you or the relationship you were in. Even if the police had known what you were doing at the time no prosecution would have taken place. You are not guilty of anything except little boy sex experimentation. An hour ago I had a talk with your parents."

The cry of anguish from Sean was one of complete despair.

"Oh no, oh no, how could you?"

He looked at me with so much hatred in his eyes I had to run to the house shaking uncontrollably.

Andre came after me and led me back.

"You both need to hear this."

I could not look at Sean, that look again would destroy me.

Esther was now cuddling Sean hard as she continued.

"Your parents were desolate Sean that you had been unable to talk to them about your guilt. They have nothing but love for you and they are not angry or anything like that. You can go home any time you like and get a hug from your mother."

Andre took up the running then.

"Sean, we would like you to help us nail this Kember person. What he has been doing to you for the last four years is definitely criminal .We would be happier and more certain of a conviction if we could actually witness his actions as well as have your sworn testament. Will you help us?"

I looked up to see Sean's reaction. He was looking at Andre and said.

"Yes, I will help you, can we talk about it in private somewhere."

Andre said they could go to the Police HQ or his home, whatever Sean felt comfortable with.

"I just need to get dressed, can we go now Sir, I would like to leave."

They all got up to go, Esther and Andre shook hands with me and Esther told me it would be ok.

Sean would not look at me or say anything to me. He went to get dressed and was back in no time.

"Are you coming back tonight Sean? You know I want you to."

Nothing, he walked out of the door first and stayed ahead of the other two to keep away from me.

They drove away without a backward glance.

I walked back into the house and just simply passed out. When I came back to life I looked at my watch, it was nearly four am. I had been out for nearly nine hours. Brain overload.

I didn't know what to do. I was sure I had lost Sean. The look in his eyes was pure hatred when he heard his secret was out to his parents.

Oh Gramps, please hurry. I can't lose this man, I've only just found him and I love him so much.

I don't remember what I did after that silent plea.

The shaking wouldn't stop, "Go away" I moaned, but it continued, "Go away, and leave me alone."

"Alright, but yesterday you wanted me hear."

I opened my eyes to see a very concerned old man stooped over me.

"Oh, Gramps."

I flung myself into his arms and wailed, "I've lost him Gramps, he's gone, what am I going to do? I love him so much"

Part 4 in a few days, hope you enjoyed this part.