This is a work of pure fiction, but based on the author's feelings, beliefs, and in some cases, experience. Come to think of it -- it might not be very pure either! There may be graphic sexual encounters at times between men, so if this offends you, you are invited to retreat. If you are too young or it is otherwise illegal for you to be reading this kind if story, shame on you for reading it - - please stop here. If not, - - ENJOY!
Cast of characters:
Ben Hastings -- That's me!
Bill "Bubba" Hastings -- My Dad
Veronica Hastings -- My Mom.
Reyna -- My Best Friend
Ranj Kumar-- My New friend
Jared -- A football whore.
From Chapter 5:
"He was beating off, Ranj! Maybe stupid, but four to one? One of them on him would have been too much! And - - you know exactly who they are! No! You tell them BEFORE Bakersfield, or you won't see me there, nor my dad. He knows what you did to me."
"What? You told your dad?!!"
"And you won't be seeing me after that either."
"You told your dad?" He repeated.
"What did you expect?"
"You TOLD your DAD." He said, sounding defeated.
"Before Bakersfield." I said and I left.
Two hours ago, I didn't ever want to see him again. Now I'm AFRAID I'll never see him again. Not like that. Not like I want!
Chapter 6:
I laid it on the line. I was sooooo proud of myself! NOT! I felt like shit! The memory of the hurt in his eyes makes me cry. Am I being too hard?
"Mr. Hastings, you've missed two Chem labs in a row."
"Is that a problem, Sir?" I asked. I had missed the first one to be WITH Ranj, and the second one so I would NOT have to be with him.
"Typically, you're not supposed to miss more than one in a row, without it affecting your grade. But I notice that you've been tutoring Mr. Kumar. I am going to let you slide this time, because -- frankly -- I am a fan of the football team. But Mr. Kumar seems to be foundering a bit again. I'm sure that part of it is because you are not in the lab. Will you be here this afternoon?"
"I -- uh -- yes! And you can count on me to help Ranj -- er -- Mr. Kumar."
"I'll look forward to seeing you both."
I was dreading going to lab, but I knew about the 2 absence rule. I didn't want to see him until and unless he made his decision. Well -- I guess what I really mean is -- unless he makes the "right" decision.
I know that I'm being prideful. But sometimes don't you have to be? Am I letting my pride go to my head? I don't want to lose him!
We were both in the lab this afternoon. He watched me, and imitated what I did, but we didn't talk. And if he isn't talking, what does that mean -- to me?
"Dad," I said with a fair amount of trepidation, "Can we talk?" Talking to my dad about my gay boyfriend problems seemed like the furthest thing that I would ever have done two weeks ago. And it still makes me hella nervous!
"What is it, Son?"
"I didn't tell you everything that happened the other night when Ranj kicked me out -- and you were partially right. I didn't try to kiss him, but he wouldn't have turned down any advance -- if his friends had not been there."
Dad's eyes almost popped out, and then I explained about the first time Ranj attacked me and the circumstances of the second time at Ranj's house. "Am I being too proud -- or something, Dad? Should I let him pretend we're just friends -- or less?"
"This is a hard one, Ben. You know that I would never have wanted my son to be gay! I love you -- more than maybe you understand. And I'm sorry if I have given you any other impression. I just wanted you to be a normal. You're not."
"Dad!! I am as normal as - "
"You're not! Dammit, even if the damned gay mafia is right - - and 10% of men are gay -- 10% is not normal. 90% is normal. Even over 50% is normal! 10% is not!"
This is not going where I wanted it to go!
"But, Ben, that's completely beside the point. You asked me a question. I will answer it. I want you to be a man! That has nothing to do with whether or not you are attracted to boys or girls. And from what I can see -- you ARE a man! I don't see any reason for you to expect Ranj to be any thing less than a man. If he's gay, then Dammit, let him own up to it -- as you have!"
"Well, I don't tell everyone." I said.
"It's none of their goddammed business. But some have a need to know -- or you -- or Ranj -- have a need FOR them to know. You are completely in the right here. He needs to be a man."
"Being in the right doesn't make me feel any better."
"Nope. Son, get used to it. It goes right along with the fact that life is not fair! But a MAN does what he has to do to live with it."
"Yeah. Thanks, Dad. Growing up sometimes sucks!"
"You got that right. But -- then -- you people like that sometimes -- right? Hahahahaha!"
I laughed. "You're a jerk, Dad. Thanks!" He tousled my hair like he did when I was a little boy.
Dad and I went to the home game Saturday night. After the game we went home. But Ranj knew we were there. He was awesome! He caught two scoring passes, and several long passes that eventually led to touchdowns. My dad screamed like a banshee. I am sure that Ranj heard him. After the game, before going to the locker room, Ranj ran to the fence dividing the field from the stands, grinning.
"You were fantastic, Son!" Said Dad. "See you next week!" Both of them were beaming.
I felt invisible.
I was just getting ready to crawl in bed with Jared -- yes, he's still with us -- when my phone rang. I asked Jared to pick it up.
"Hello? This is Jared. Just a minute."
He handed me the phone. I had not said anything more to him about me and Ranj, nor did he and I ever do anything more than hold each other at night. "Hello?"
"Who the fuck is sleeping with you now?"
"Ranj! I - "
"Who IS it?" He demanded.
"A friend."
"A boyfriend?"
"Ranj, what do you want?"
"You! At least I thought I did. I was calling to ask you to come over."
"Are your parents there?" I asked.
"Hell no, but what difference does that make? You obviously have company!"
I was not in the mood for this crap.
"Ranj, he's not a boyfriend, and he's not even company. He lives here."
"Oh!" he said, unrepentant. "So -- can you come over?" He was still demanding, even though he put it into a question.
"Not when you are demanding me to! Are you drunk?"
"A little. Ben, please come over!" this time he was pleading. From demanding to pleading within less than a minute. He IS drunk.
"I'll call you back."
"You have to make excuses to your boyfriend?"
"Stop it, Ranj! I'll call you back."
And I hung up. I hurried, knowing that, being drunk, it would seem an eternity to him. I asked Dad what he thought.
"Nope! I wouldn't!"
"Dad, I'm afraid I'll lose him."
"You really like Ranj, don't you." It wasn't a question.
"You do too, don't you?" I said back to him.
"Yeah, I do. If I was going to choose which queer you'd be with -- that'd be him!" Said dad, smiling. Benny, do you think it's safe?"
"Safe? Dad! He's not gonna hurt me! Not that way. What WOULD hurt is if I lost him and thought I could have done something to - "
"Yeah, I got that!" he said. Then he said, "So - - GO! What're you standing around for?"
Dang! I wish I'd known my dad better, earlier!
I called Ranj back. "Ranj? I'm coming. Please don't drink any more! Lie down and take a nap!"
"Oh? Oh! Okay. I love you!"
"Me too -- see yah!"
I got dressed. "Where you goin'?" Said Jared.
"To my boyfriends house."
"Whatever you say!" He said, clearly letting me know that I was Ranj's bitch.
When I got there, everything was dark. It wasn't that late. The television in the next condo was on.
I knocked. No answer. I knocked again. I heard footsteps, then the repaired chain being unfastened. He peeked out through the cracked door. "Omigod!" He whimpered. He flung the door open too wide. It hit the door stop. "Come in!"
I stepped in. "What's wrong, Ranj?" I said. Then I saw his face. "WHAT HAPPENED??!!" I said. His face was all bruised up and cut in several places.
Ranj slammed the door and re-locked and chained it. "I got in a fight."
"Oh jeez!" I said. "What -- I mean -- What did the other guy look like? Who was it?"
"It was Bull. I couldn't get near him. He - " At that, Ranj collapsed on the floor. "Ohhhh!" he moaned, holding his sides.
I did the only thing I could think of -- I called - - my dad. "Can he ride in the car?" Dad asked.
"Probably. I think he has a rib or two that are broken."
"What happened?"
"I dunno yet. A fight with the team captain, Bull."
"Bring him here first, unless he's in dire pain."
"I can't tell the cops, Sir. We need Bull at the game Saturday!"
"I see. Do you know where he lives?"
"Yeah -- I got a key to his house. He lives with three other of the jocks."
"OOooo!" Said Dad. "Wait a minute." Dad dialed a number. "James? This is Bubba -- yeah, Hastings. Can you help us out?"
James is one of Dad's old high school football buddies -- and a cop. Dad explained the situation to him -- leaving out that part about Ranj and me being gay. James is at least half again as big as Bull, but mostly because he's 6'-7" tall. But he also weighs at least 300 pounds, and carries it very well!
We went to the hospital, where we gave them a weak excuse -- they're used to it -- and since Ranj is not underaged -- dad learned his true age this night -- they just accepted it. They wrapped his ribs and chest in tape, and we met James, dressed in his uniform, at the nearby McDonalds.
"YOU wait in the car, Ranj!" Dad commanded, as we pulled up to the jock's apartment -- which by the way WAS behind the overflow parking at Cerritos. He gave us the key and told me where Bull's room was. When we got in there, he was asleep already -- and there was a girl in his bed.
In one movement, we pulled back the sheet and cover, James jumped on Bull and covered his mouth, and my dad gently pulled the girl away from him, placing his hand over HER mouth. Only -- the girl - - had a dick! It had to be Bambi -- or whatever the hell was that cross-dresser's name.
My dad jumped back as if he had touched poison ivy. She/he started to scream -- like a girl. Dad grabbed him/her and again stopped the sound, then gagged him with an already used handkerchief.
"Now shut up and sit, - slut or -- whatever you are! You make me sick!"
I turned my attention to James and Bull. Bull looked terrified. James said, "I am a friend of your team mate, Ranj Kumar."
"That fag!?" said Bull. James gave him the back of his huge hand.
"Shut up, fucker! Who are you calling a fag, Anyway!!?? What the fuck IS that THING you had in your bed? Oh my god, Bubba! He has cum stains all over his face! You Fag!"
"I'm not the fag!" Said Bull. He got another hard slam across his face from the back of James's hand. This time, I saw Bull's tooth come through his lip. I almost threw up. "Shut the fuck up and just listen, Fag! I already saw what you and your buddies did to Ranj."
"They had nothing to do with - " said Bull, now clearly terrorized.
"What do I have to do to shut you up?!" James grabbed what was obviously a used cum rag and stuffed it in Bulls mouth. "Eww!" Said James. "You're a sick fucker!" As we all watched Bull chew on the rag to get it more comfortable in his mouth. The cummy rag was turning read form blood from Bull's lip, just pierced by his tooth.
I willed my stomach to behave.
"Now, you listen real good, Fag!" Said James. I hated that he was using that word, but in the case of Bull, he deserved it! "The only reason that Ranj would not press charges was that he said you are needed in the game next Saturday night, and didn't want you locked up. Do you care about playing in that game?"
Bull tried to say something, then pointed at his gag.
"You can just nod your head, Fag! Do you want to play?" He nodded yes. "Then you will stop bothering Ranj -- or any of his friends! And you will also not allow any of your friends to do anything to anyone! Is that clear?" Again Bull nodded.
"Because if any of your friends touches a hair on anyone's head before the next game -- you're gonna be MY bitch! And I don't make love to my bitches -- as you obviously do! I got a 8 ½ inch rod that's as thick as my wrist!" He made a fist and showed Bull his wrist. "and I'll protect it real good before jamming it up your nasty fag ass! You understand that?" Another nod.
"Good. Now -- none of this happened -- unless I get any drift of any more of your bullying. GOD, I hate a bully fag! If you want to make me happy -- just do something to provoke me!"
We left the room. Surprisingly, none of the others of his friends ever came out of their rooms. They were probably used to hearing a ruckus. Dad led the fem-boy in front of him. When we got to the car, we let Bull's bitch go. He was afraid we were taking him to jail, so he was happy to run as fast as he could go. "You can keep my snot rag!" Dad said.
"I can't believe that!" Said Dad.
"Yeah, if a guy wants to be gay -- let him be a man about it at least!" Said James.
"No one WANTS to be gay, James." Dad said.
"Huh?"
"If you were gay - "
"Don't even go there, Bubba! I'm not!"
"But if you WERE! Do you think it's what you'd WANT? Or would you rather be attracted to girls?"
"I dunno. I have no point if reference. What's up, Bill?"
"My son is gay, James."
"I know that! Or rather I figured it." He said looking at me.
"So is the kid -- Ranj there in the back seat." Ranj looked fearfully at me. I gave him a more reassuring look than I felt. "James -- they don't want to be gay. They just are!"
"Oh. Well, I never gave it a thought. But why does that scum that we threatened -- think he has to terrorize others when he obviously is gay too?"
"WHAT??!!" Said Ranj. He couldn't help it.
"He had a boy -- a cross dresser -- in his bed with him, Ranj." I said. "He also had obvious dried cum all over his face."
"That fucking ass hole!" Ranj bristled,
"See who your trying to hide from?" Said Dad.
"Oh, Mr. Hastings! Oh, Ben! I'm so sorry!" Dad was at this time pulling up to Ranj's gate.
"Shall we take you all the way in?" Dad asked.
"No, I can make it." He grimaced as he got out.
Then Dad said, "I think maybe you better go with him to make sure, Ben."
I grinned and so did Ranj, though it was obvious he was in a bit of pain.
When we got into the house, Ranj was in such pain, that he eased himself down in the closest sofa he could find. I very gingerly placed myself astride and around him so none of my weight was on him.
"What're you gonna do next weekend? I said. You can't play like this!"
"Hah!" He said, then, "Ohhh!" from the pain. "I'm gonna do it or pass out!"
"You guys are crazy!"
"Us guys?" He said. "Are you seeing double? There's only one of me here."
"Bull! He wants to play so bad that he is gonna remain quiet and be a good boy. All for the want -- or need -- or something -- to win this stupid game!"
"It's a pivotal game, Ben. You don't understand. But -- what the hell went on in there -- with bull?"
I told him as much as I could remember.
"Omigod! Bull has a bitch?' Omigod! I thought that's what that cop said, but I also thought that I must have misunderstood! That scumbag! And he and his friends beat up your friend? He's gonna pay for that! Who is your friend anyway -- the one they beat the crap outa?"
"It's Ja -- well, I don't -- I told him I wouldn't tell. He's the one who is living with us for awhile. The one you got all jealous about earlier tonight -- when you were drunk. Please don't ever do that again!"
"Ben, I didn't know what else to do. I wanted you so bad! So I found a bottle of gin that my parents had. I drank most of what was left."
"Oh, Ranj!"
"I won't ever do that again! I hated it! I still am!"
"You may be hurting even more if it wasn't for that."
"Oh, I was hurting plenty when he first broke my ribs. When he realized I was that hurt, he ran. Stupid fucking big coward!"
I carefully laid myself beside him and kissed his cheek. He took a deep breath and kissed me on the lips. He was too hurt to lift himself on top of me and I was too heavy -- as skinny as I was -- to be on top of him, so we lay there, side-by-side, kissing.
He said he wanted to suck me -- really bad. I got myself in position and let him do all the sucking. I didn't want to risk moving wrong and hurting him. I came pretty softly and he swallowed it all appreciatively.
"Mmm! Oh, Ben! Can you do me?"
"Just try to stop me!" I said.
I went to work, first kissing his lips and worked my way down gradually, kissing and sucking on every thing on his body. I grazed his skin around the tape, and he moaned. "That hurts, but -- oh! It hurts so good!" He exclaimed.
I sucked his titties for at least 15 minutes. They kept getting hard and then soft, over and over. And he was moaning and crying out -- a good cry -- over and over.
I worked my way down to his groin and sucked on one ball at a time. He is so hairy, it was like two balls of hair in my mouth -- not all that good to me, but he loved it and after all, this was all about him!
By the time I got to his dick, it didn't take much bobbing before he started to moan. His moans became screams, as he cried out in excruciating pain and his body convulsed every time he shot another glob of Cum.
I stopped and pulled off, thinking I didn't want to be hurting him. He grabbed it with his hand and jacked and and sprayed cum all over my face, as he continued to cry out -- in pain. When he was finished, and panting on the couch, he cried and cried. I felt terrible.
"Oh my sweet Ranj! What have I done? I'm so sorry!"
"Are you out of your mind? He said. That was one of the most fantastic orgasms I ever had."
"But weren't you in pain?"
"Ohhh yeah! It was absolutely invigorating!" He said, and he winced from another stabbing pain.
"Can you make it to the bed?" I said.
He grimaced big time and he sat up. "Yeah, but -- come here and let me clean up that face of yours. I cummed all over it, didn't I? Hee hee!"
He licked all over my face, even in pain as he did it. He kissed my lips and I tasted the strong flavor of my own cum. It was like ambrosia! After that experience, I didn't ask again if he could play football next week!
Notes: Some guys revel in pain, whether on the gridiron or in the bedroom! Comments always welcome, to Steve at stevethomas535@hotmail.com. Thanks and love, Steve