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Brent's Struggle Chapter 15

Brent kissed the warm lips. His hands glided over the smooth teenage skin of his friend. Looking up into those warm brown eyes he said, "You know I love you."

"I love you too," he said, then he passionately kisses Brent's lips.

Their naked bodies are tangled together on the bed. Brent holding the boy on top of him. His hands caress the soft skin of his back down to the firm round mounds of the boy's hairless butt.

"You ready?" he asked.

"I am," Bret said. Brent was more than ready to give himself to this boy. He wanted to experience every part of a physical relationship with him. They had been prevented from having this for so long.

His lips find Brent's and they kiss again. Brent can feel their teenage erections pressing against each other. His lips leave Brent's and move to Brent's neck and then down over Brent's chest.

"Oh," Brent moans as the lips kiss his smooth chest. The boy's wet tongue slides across Brent's pectoral muscle and it circles around Brent's pink Areola. He begins to lightly suck and tease Brent's nipple with his tongue, then his teeth lightly graze the nub. Brent moans louder in pleasure. He can feel his teenage cock throbbing with desire.

"You like that huh," he says looking up at Brent.

"I like everything you do," Brent said, looking down into the brown eyes Brent lightly caresses the soft Brown hair. Brent watches as the boy kisses his way down over the smooth skin of Brent's chest. They move over his flat belly and down to his erect teenage cock that is protruding from the blonde pubes.

He kisses the head of Brent's teenage erection and then moves to Brent's smooth balls. He kisses each of Brent's teenage orbs before giving them a tongue bath.

"Oh yes," Brent moans spreading his legs and letting the boy lick and suck on his nuts.

His wet tongue washes over each of Brent's hairless balls. He sucks one of them into his mouth and can feel the blonde squirming on the bed. He lets Brent's nut slip from his mouth and begins exploring behind the two smooth and now wet balls. His tongue swiping over Brent's perineum. His tongue once again passes over Brent's balls and then up the underside of the erect cock. He can taste Brent's precum as he reaches the cut head.

Brent moans with the pleasure of the tongue on his cock. As it is swiping across the sensitive head, he is clutching the bedsheets in pleasure. Brent can feel it sliding thru his piss slit slurping up the precum. He feels the lips enclosing his sensitive head and sliding down over it. "Oh, my gawd!" Brent cries in pleasure.

The boy's wet mouth is sliding up and down Brent's erect cock. Brent's blonde pubic hair tickles the boy's nose as he swallows Brent down to the base. His mouth slides further down the erect cock. He feels the blonde pubes tickle his nose as he swallows Brent down to the base. His own cock is dripping and throbbing as he begins bobbing up and down on Brent. His lips stroking the blonde and his throat massaging the sensitive head.

Brent can feel the boy's juice dripping onto his bare leg. He can feel his climax coming fast. "I won't last much longer," Brent said looking down at the brown-haired boy bobbing up and down on Brent's erect cock.

The cock pops from the boy's mouth. Smiling he is looking up at Brent. "then I guess you are ready," he said.

"Definitely," Brent said.

Brent was watching as the boy's tongue gives his cock another swipe and then the boy moved to his knees between Brent's legs. He then lifted Brent's legs up and pushed them back towards Brent's chest. He looked down at Brent's exposed hairless hole. His tongue flicked across his lips and then he moved so his cock head was kissing Brent's pucker. His Brown eyes were looking into Brent's blue eyes. "You sure?"

"Definitely," Brent said. Taking hold of his legs, Brent pulled them back giving the boy more access to him.

Taking hold of his cock he rubs it against Brent's tight pucker. He pressed the head against that sphincter muscle and then pressed harder and harder until the head was popping inside Brent. He heard the blonde gasp as the cock penetrated him. "You alright?" he asked.

"Yeah," Brent said his eyes closed. He could feel the boy's cock head inside his hole. He waited and felt the boy pushing more of it into him. It hurt but it also felt good as it was sliding deeper and deeper inside. The boy was pulling back and then thrusting forward. With each thrust a bit more of his cock would go into Brent's tight channel. Eventually Brent felt the dark brown curls of the boy's pubic patch against his smooth skin.

Leaning forward the boy kissed Brent's lips. "I'm all the way in," he whispered into Brent's ear. "Are you alright?"

"It hurts a little," Brent said honestly, "but it also feels good."

"Good," he said. "I like it inside you." He then began to move. His hips thrusting his cock in and out of Brent. The heat of their two bodies building as the boy's thrusting grew harder and faster. His smooth balls were slapping against Brent's smooth skin. His body pumping his cock in and out of Brent's hot boy hole.

"Oh yes," Brent moaned. "It feels good."

Leaning over Brent with his arms supporting his weight the boy's hips were thrusting faster. His body thrusting harder into Brent. His teenage body glistening with sweat in the afternoon sunlight coming in the window.

"Oh, oh," Brent panted with each thrust of the boy's cock into his ass. His hand slid up the arms and felt the teenager's solid muscles. Reaching between them, Brent took his own cock in hand and began masturbating. He knew he was not going to last long. His body was on a sexual overload.

"Oh Brent," he panted, "I'm going to cum."

"Do it," Brent encouraged.

The boy's body went taught. He slammed his cock in deeper and harder than before. He cried out in pleasure as the jets of cum began firing from his cock into the depths of Brent's ass.

Feeling the boy's cum shooting into him, sent Brent over the edge of the cliff. He began Cumming. His hot white boy milk shooting up onto his pail chest and stomach. He cried out with the pleasure of his orgasm.

The two boys rode their waves of pleasure. They were both enjoying the climax that they had given to the other. "You are awesome," he said dropping down on Brent. His sweaty chest sticking to Brent's chest that was covered in Brent's load.

"No that is you," Brent said.

His lips found Brent's and they kissed long and deep. "You are the best," he said.

"No that is you," Brent said.

His softening cock slipped from Brent as he was rolling off the blonde boy. "come on," he said tugging on Brent. "come on."

"No," Brent said. "I want to stay here. I want to stay with you."

"No, you have to go," he said. "It is time."

"No," Brent said. "I like it here."

"You can't stay any longer," he said.

"But I love you," Brent said.

"It is time Brent," he said. "It is time for you to go back. Go now."

"No," Brent said again.

Brent could not stop him. He pulled Brent from the bed. He pulled him to the door. "It is time," he said. "time to go live again." He pushed Brent thru the door.

#

"Honey," Linda said seeing movement on the bed for the first time in weeks.

Brent's eyes slowly opened. He looked up into his mother's concerned face.

"Oh honey," she said caressing his forehead with her cool hand. "You are waking up."

"Where," Brent began but the word was barely a croak.

"Don't try and talk honey," Linda said. "just rest." She was feverishly pressing the button for the nurse.

Brent was poked and prodded. He had blood drawn. He had lights shined into his eyes. "We should do a brain scan," one doctor said. The tests and the questions from the doctors seem to go on and on. Brent felt like a lab rat by the time they were done with him and he was left alone in his room with his Mom.

"What do you remember?" Linda asked.

"I, um, I don't know," Brent said. He could not believe how week he was. "How long was I asleep?"

"Two months," Linda said.

Brent could not believe it. He had been out of it for two months. "Where am I?"

"You are in a long-term care facility," Linda explained. "Dr. Wilson has been checking on you almost daily. She has been wonderful thru all of this."

"I don't remember anything," Brent said. He was starting to panic that he could not remember how he had ended up in the hospital.

"Your Dad is going to be so excited," Linda was saying. "Just wait for me to call him. He's going to be rushing right over."

#

"Please have a seat," Dr. Wilson told Richard and Linda. "We have examined Brent and he has some memory loss. It is too early to tell but it could be temporary," she paused and added, "but it could also be permanent."

"Oh no," Linda said, clutching Richard's hand.

"Any events I ask him about the accident, he doesn't remember," Dr. Wilson said.

"Then he won't be able to testify against the pervert that was trying to rape him," Richard said.

"He doesn't remember Alex," Dr. Wilson said. "He's feeling very scared and vulnerable right now."

"of course, he is," Linda said. "When can we take him home?"

"Does he remember the other boy?" Richard asked. "That damn Roberts kid?"

"No," Dr. Wilson said. "He does not seem to have any memories of his past sexual disorder. I did not push deeply on those events. I think it might be better for his recovery if he does not remember any of those boys. We might be able to better treat his disorder."

"When can we take him home," Linda asked again.

"I wanted to talk to you about that," Dr. Wilson said. "I have a residential facility that can help Brent recover from his injury and we can treat him for his disorder. I think right now we have the best chance of correcting that issue."

"How long would he be in there?" Linda asked.

"That is hard to say," Dr. Wilson said. "It all depends on how Brent responds to treatment and how quickly he recovers from his head injury."

Linda was against leaving Brent in the facility but she did want her son to be happy and healthy. In the end with the pressure from Richard and the therapies that Dr. Wilson said would help Brent Linda gave in to them.

#

"It is for the best," Linda was telling Brent a couple days after the meeting with Richard and Dr. Wilson. She was folding a few clothes and putting them in a suitcase for Brent. He was being moved from the hospital to Dr. Wilson's residential therapy facility. "Dr. Wilson showed us your room. It will be like living in a dorm room in college. You just won't have a roommate."

"Mom," Brent said, "I don't really think this is necessary. I really just want to go home."

"It will only be for a couple of weeks," Linda said. "it will help you deal with what happened to you. Dr. Wilson is confident with some medication and therapy you will be as good as new in no time."

Brent knew there was no reason to argue the point. He had already lost the battle. His father had decided that Brent was broken. Brent just could not remember what he had done that was so wrong. He thought everything was going well but then he might not be remembering things correctly. Events seemed to be mixed up in his head.

#

Brent was walking down the hallway of the treatment facility with his mom. He wanted to bolt from this place. It felt sterile and cold. Everything was painted in shades of gray. There was no color except for a few paintings on the wall.

"you are too skinny," Linda said. "Once I get you back home, I'll fix your favorite foods."

Brent had not had much of an appetite after waking up. He had lost weight while being asleep. He always felt tired and his skin was pale. He sometimes wondered if all he needed was some sunlight. When he thought about the beach, he remembers something about a friend on the beach but he cannot bring the memory into clear focus. The harder he would try the more fragmented the memory would become.

"I'll bring you some of your stuff when I come back for a visit," Linda said, helping Brent unpack his few clothes.

"Thanks Mom," he said. He was sitting on the single bed. Just the walk to this room had made him tired.

"You will get your strength back," Linda said. "It is just going to take time."

"Mom," Brent said when his Mom was still hovering around. "I am just going to rest. You should go. You have a long drive and it is getting late."

"I don't mind staying a while," she said.

"I'm just going to sleep," Brent said. "I'll be fine."

"Alright," she said and leaning down kissed his forehead. "Call me if you need anything. You do know the number, right?"

"Yes," Brent said. It was odd that he could remember the number and other important information but not events or people.

"I'll bring you some stuff from home," she said.

"Thanks Mom," he said.

It did not take Brent long to drift off after Linda left. He wanted to return to a dream he had a few days ago when he was first waking up. He could not quite remember it but the feeling of how good it was had lingered with him. He knew that something important was in that dream. He just needed to remember it.

#

At the contact of a cool hand on his forehead, Brent was wondering if his Mom had come back. He opened his eyes, "Oh, um Dr. Wilson," he said surprised.

"Sorry to wake you," she said, her hand lightly caressing his cheek. "I know you are still getting back your strength."

"I'm alright," he said, pushing himself up in the bed.

"I want to go over your schedule," she said. "You are going to be busy but don't worry I have worked in rest periods for you until you are recovered."

Brent listened to her telling him about the daily group therapy sessions, the individual therapy sessions with her, the physical therapy, the tutoring to help him with school and routine medical checkups.

"I know it sounds like a lot," she said but it is for the best outcome of your full recovery."

"Thanks," was all Brent could think to say.

"We will get you better," she said. "I think starting with this clean slate will be good for you. We will be able to correct those issues you have had in the past."

"Sure," Brent said. He did not know why but this doctor gave him the creeps. She touched him to often and made him feel dirty somehow.

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