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Authors Note: most of my past stories are based in the US, ok apart from Impossible which starts in the US and ends on an alien planet. But I am English so this story is based in England, and therefore English terms are used for instance Faggot replaced by Puff and so on Wanking instead of jacking off.
Bad days...Good days
Story by
David Spowart
My name is Martin, I am 19yrs old and from England, I live in a village just outside Sheffield in a county called Yorkshire. My Mum died when I was young of Cancer. I cannot remember her as I was only three when she passed.
I attend Sheffield University but still live at home. My problem being my dad, don't get me wrong I love him but he can be violent, especially if he's had one to many. I was the victim on more than one occasion so I am aware of what he is capable of.
I was sixteen and home from school and sick. My friend came over to spend some time with me and yeah we were at the experimenting stage you know mutual handjobs that sort of stuff. But one day that all changed when we were in my room and he asked "Marty can I suck it" and to say shocked would not cover the feeling going through me at that point. "Peter I can't believe you just asked me that" I said to him with shock very apparent on my face.
"I'm just curious that's all, and you are my bestfriend so better you than some dick head" he responded.
"So can I" he asked again, and I did not know what to say, "You don't have to suck mine" he added. I mean yeah I am sixteen at that point and a blowjob would be great but wouldn't that make him Gay, I myself was in a state of confusion, I mean I found girls attractive but so did guys.
"Ok but nobody gets to know, okay" I added "Duh" he responded, and slid down my bed, my trousers were already passed my knees as was his. I was hard and proud even at sixteen I had a decent six inches when hard. Now almost nine inches by the way, but I digress.
Peter leaned over and began to lick on my cock; he licked the piss slit that was covered in a decent coating of pre-cum. "Fuck Pete that feel's great" I told him, and he smiled at me. His eyes were fixed on mine as he took a couple of inches of my cock into his mouth savouring the taste of me. My eyes rolled into the back of my head. My first blowjob was an experience I would never forget for three reasons. One it was the first one...Duh. Second it was my bestfriend preforming it.
And Third.
"What the fuck" my dad yelled as he came into my room, he finished work early. "You fucking Puff get off him now" he screamed at him, I was in a state of panic for me as well as Peter. My dad grabbed him by the head slamming him into the wall, blood was pouring from a cut to the side of his face. I was cowering in the corner of my room. "Listen to me you little puff, if I ever hear anything about this I will personally let everyone know you suck cock" my dad yelled into his ear, tears were falling down his face.
"Now get the fuck out of my house. And never fucking go near him again... fucking understand!" he yelled as he threw him down the flight of stairs. I heard the door slam, and then footsteps coming back up to my room.
"You fucking dirty little bastard, no fucking son of mine is going to be a puff" he yelled at me, I at this point was a shattered wreck. He approached me his face was red with rage the anger was pouring from him. "No fucking son of mine is going to be a cocksucking puff, you understand me" he screamed at the top of his voice. He grabbed me by the hair and flung me across the room, I smashed against my wardrobe breaking the door. "Dad please stop!" I begged, "No fucking son of mine" he continued yelling.
He continued yelling when he kicked me in the stomach. "I never want to fucking hear of this shit again understand this boy!" he screamed as he punched me in the face. The barrage was relentless he attacked me for several minutes before leaving and slammed the door behind him.
I lay there unable to move, the pain searing through my body. I couldn't move. Some hours later he came back I had never moved from that spot where I fell. "Please dad no more" I cried out and failing to roll into a ball to save me from serious injury. He just sat on my bed looking at me. "Please tell me you are not a puff Martin" he asked in a calm rational voice.
"No dad I am not gay, peter just wanted to try it...he was curious" I whimpered out as it hurt so bad to talk. "Are you curious Martin" he asked, and despite the fact I hadn't worked that shit out in my head yet I knew which answer would not hurt me. "No dad not in the slightest" I replied. "So he was the one initiating the whole thing" he enquired. "Yes dad I swear, I mean I wanted to have it done to me, but would have preferred a girl, but I am sixteen and I thought a mouth is a mouth and he wanted to" I moaned out in pain trying to sit up.
"You are never to have anything to do with him ever again, understand me when I say this, if I see you near him, this is a cake walk ...I will not have a gay son...I will do fucking time in prison for murder rather than admit that, get my meaning boy" he yelled before leaving my room.
I managed then to get to the bathroom and look at the damage my father inflicted on me, my left eye was almost closed, my nose was bloody, my side was swollen and red, a bruise would be there that's for sure, my stomach was sore, and a bruise would be there also.
That was a bad day.
That happened almost three years ago, so yeah my dad can be a violent man, even to this day he said it was for my own good, and he beat the queer out of me. Well that is where he is wrong. I am nineteen and still in the closet at home, but most of my University friends know I am gay, I am careful about how I act even with my friends, just so I don't slip up. The university is eighteen miles from home but some of dad's friends might see me. So yeah I don't take risks. I know if he ever found out he would indeed follow through on his threat and kill me.
Six months after my beating by my dad, Peter and his family moved away, my dad can be intimidating as can some of his rougher friends, and threats and intimidation Peter Ross and his family moved away. I never heard from him again...that is until now.
I am sitting in the cafeteria with Megan drinking coffee, when I spotted him sitting by himself reading a book. He didn't notice me. I don't think he would recognise me. My hair was dyed Cobalt blue and I wore contacts instead of glasses.
He looked good, I never realised that until now, but yeah he looked amazing actually. I remembered the beating my dad gave him and all the shit he and his friends put the Ross's through. It was bad. Bricks thrown through their windows on a regular basis, my dad even arranged for their dog to be killed, and my dad was and probably is a bastard. He beat me regular, not to the extent of that time but still he hit and sometimes forgot to stop until I was out cold.
University was my saviour. I wanted to go to Newcastle, but this was better than nothing. I needed sometime to figure out a few things, I left home around 8am each morning and got back home at 9pm at night, I only really saw my dad at weekends now.
But there he was sitting by himself reading a god damned book. Megan was talking away and I nodding in the appropriate places not really taking any notice, my eyes were fixed on Peter Ross.
"Earth to Martin, Earth to Martin" Megan said, looking at me and the direction I was looking. "What, sorry" I blurted out and she slightly giggled. "Go talk to him" she said, "Who" I asked, "The boy who has you distracted" she replied. "Don't know what you are talking about" I responded drinking my coffee again stealing a gaze at Peter across the room.
Megan knew all about me and I told her last year what my dad was like. I told her of my first venture into sex and how my bestfriend and I got caught and how my dad reacted. That was a tequila night in her dorm room, and I spilled all of my life's woes to her. She has since then been my voice of all things sane.
"Martin talk to me, what is up with you" she asked, "He looks cute and you never know he might be gay" she added.
"Megan I know him" I informed her. "Well what's the problem?" she asked, "It's Peter" I replied, "Peter who...oh...Peter, Peter" she responded.
"You know what my dad put him and his family through so no I will just leave him alone, he doesn't need my dad fucking with his life again" I bemoaned.
I looked over to him again but this time he looked up, he spotted me but went straight back to reading his book. My heart skipped several beats at that point and my cock twitched just a bit. "Martin your dad is miles away, you don't know where his family live, so he cannot hurt them if he doesn't know, can he" she blurted out.
"Megan my dad almost killed me, next time he might just succeed" I replied. "He really is that bad?" She asked. "He had there pet dog killed, just to prove a point" I said in a low voice.
We soon finished our drinks and headed to our next lecture, I passed by Peter's table he never looked up, his head was buried in a Dan Brown novel; I walked out and never looked back.
At four pm we were done for the day, I did my usual thing I ate with some of my friends that were residents in halls and didn't have far to travel and hit the student bars that were many in Sheffield but I was driving so said my good byes and headed for the Car park.
I was soon sitting in my little red Ford Fiesta getting ready to drive home. A knock on the driver's side of the car startled me, I opened the window and Peter was standing there just as it started to rain.
"Peter get in you'll get soaked" I yelled at him. He walked around and opened the door and climbed in and said nothing, we sat for almost five minutes before he spoke.
"I saw you" he started, "I saw you last week, pulling into the carpark" he went on, "that's how I know your car" he added.
"How have you been" I asked, "Down,... my dad found out what happened with us, he was told at work" Peter said in a sad tone. "Your fucking dad, man he fucked us over" he said angrily. "I know I am sorry, he has fucked up a lot of people" I added. "He's a sadistic bastard" he added, and I couldn't argue with him, my dad was all that and more.
"He beat you didn't he" he asked, and I told him what he did to me and how things have been since. "So why haven't you moved out" he asked. "He won't let me" I replied, "He's too controlling" he replied, and again I could not argue with his words, my dad liked to control things he could control, and I being one of them.
"My dad died of a heart attack, last year" Peter blurted out and he sobbed, "Mum is coping, and they were divorcing at the time anyway" he went on. "Dad couldn't accept the fact I liked boys and not girls" he added. "Mum just left and took me with her" he finished.
"Did your dad hit you" I asked, "No never, he didn't like the fact I am gay, but he never laid a finger on me" he replied, and annoyed I could even think that of his dad, but my experience of dad's have been limited to mine, and mine well...he hit.
"I am sorry, I didn't mean to offend you" I replied. "You not pissed like your old man is about gay guys then?" he asked and I smiled. "Peter I am nothing anywhere near like my old man" I responded.
"So that girl you were with today" he asked, "Megan, yeah what about her" I asked. "She your girlfriend" he enquired. "Yes and no" I answered "What does that mean for fuck sake" he bemoaned. "She is my girlfriend but not in the sense you mean" I responded. And I smiled at him with his confused look that even in three years had not changed.
"So where are you living now" I asked, "Leeds" he replied, "Have you been there long" I continued to ask. "Since your dad hounded us out of Sheffield" He replied.
"Are you in a dorm?" I asked, and he nodded, "Do you want to talk here or do you want to go back to my dorm and talk, I have tequila" he added.
"Yeah we can go back to yours, but no Alcohol, I am driving remember" I said as we climbed out of the car, he looked good, and I mean good.
Ten minutes later we were sitting in his single roomed dorm, and he got me a coke, and he had a beer.
"So you dating anyone" I asked, "In Leeds I was seeing someone, but we ended it before I came here" he replied, "Peter it is not exactly long distance" I responded.
"No it was going stale anyway" he replied taking another drink of his beer. I could feel some tension in the air and decided to make my excuses and leave.
"Peter it's been great an all, but it's almost nine and I am driving so thank you for the drink, and I will see you around" I said as I stood up.
"Marty don't brush me off, we have been friends to long, or is it latent homophobia showing. The apple hasn't hell far from the tree" he ended with that part almost being spat out.
"Peter you don't know shit, so leave it" I replied.
He grabbed me and pushed me against the door, "Come on admit it, you are a homophobic arsehole like your old man" he demanded, "I grabbed his wrist spun him around and yelled into his ear" No I am fucking not, and don't ever try that shit on me again, nobody hits me again got it"
I let go of his wrist and he turned around and yelled back at me. "Get the fuck out, get the fuck out of my room, you are just like him, fucking gay bashing arsehole" he berated me and tears falling freely down his face, and this vision hurt me.
"Peter for fuck sake listen to yourself, I am not a gay bashing anything, you grabbed me remember, I just defended myself, and I never hit you" I yelled as I began to move and grabbed my coat.
"You fucking hate that I am gay just admit it" he asked, not shouting.
"Oh fuck it" I yelled and grabbed the back of his head and planted my lips on his. He resisted at first but soon relented and his lips parted and my tongue commenced exploring his lips and his mouth. A moan escaped his mouth, followed by another.
I released him and I sat on his bed. "Marty?" he asked. "Yeah" I replied. "Care to explain what just happened and don't worry your old man isn't going to walk in this time" he slightly laughed out, and that brought a smile to my face.
"Peter, I am like you, I mean I am gay" I replied, and Peter walked over and pulled me into a hug. "Fuck, your old man" he whispered out, "I take it since you are still alive that bastard doesn't know" he asked, and I laughed out.
"No I can never tell him and he can never find out, not until I can get out from under him" I bemoaned. "He said he would rather do time for murder than have a gay son, and believe me Peter he meant everything he said" I said to him and a positive meaning that what I was telling him was in fact, fact.
"Marty I don't know how you can live like that, I mean you are pretending to be someone you are not" he responded, "Peter I am not the first gay guy to hide, I am hiding to stay alive, I fear for my life if he ever suspected anything like that of me. I take Megan back sometimes just to throw him off the scent." I added.
"It's something I have to do for now anyway" I went on.
Peter wrapped a reassuring arm around me, and he felt good, I felt comfortable with him, but I knew I couldn't let my dad hurt him again and the only way that would happen is for me to stay well away from him.
"Peter I cannot see you again, if he found out, I don't know what he would do to you, I know what he would do to me" I responded.
"Fuck that, Marty I am a big boy now, so don't fret over me okay" he replied, and I looked up into his bright blue eyes and I leaned in as did he and we kissed again and again.
I pulled away from him when I noticed the time on the clock hanging on the wall. "Shit it's almost ten" I moaned out. "Peter I have to go" I said grabbing my coat and opening the door. "I will see you tomorrow yeah?" he asked. "Peter I want to believe me, but you are my friend and I can't stand the thought of you getting hurt because of me" I started to explain. "Marty, I want to see you ok, and not just as a friend" he interrupted.
"Peter, fuck!....... My dad would kill both of us if he ever found out" I whispered out, but with concern in my voice.
"Marty, I have had some feelings for you ...well since forever, really...and I would like to see if we can be...you know" he told me.
"Peter...I want to...its ...just...fuck!!!" I sat back down holding my head in my hands. "Marty do you like me...and I mean like , like" he asked, and I looked up into his eyes and just nodded.
"Well we will work something out" he replied. "Peter I really do have to go" I added, I stood and he pulled me back into a kiss and pressed his forehead into mine and whispered. "Marty I have just found you again, I am not losing you again...okay"
"Okay" I responded
To Be continued...eventually
Hope you liked this little premise of a story, I will build on their story and the consequences of their budding relationship regarding Martins Dad.
Let me know what you think of this start as encouragement keeps me writing. Also try some of my other stories found here on nifty.
"That's impossible ...isn't It"
"Well that was Unexpected" both serials and both found in Gay college and get updated weekly
"One Extreme to another"
"I can't be can I?"
Also found in gay college, both single chapter stories. For now anyway
"Strange dates indeed" found in Gay beginnings, 2 parts so far