Connor Pt 17 edits
All the T's and C's apply.
I awoke the next morning and the first thing I checked was my phone, still no text from Logan. I got up and quickly hopped in the shower. I got dressed and headed over to his house. His parent's cars were both there and I figured he must have been gone all night. I knocked on the door.
His dad answered the door, "Hello, Connor."
"Hello Mr. Bowers, is Logan able to hang out?" I asked. He did not really look like he wanted to even let me into his house.
"He is busy today and the next couple of days so please do not come over and bother him," he said and just slammed the door in my face.
I was a little shocked and taken a back a little with the rudeness from his dad. Now I really did wonder what happened the other day. Did he get in trouble? Did his parents figure out anything about us? What is going on and is he ok, were just a few of the questions running through my head. I slowly walked back to my house and into my back yard.
I went to the fence and there was something taped to it. It was a note. My heart lifted a little because I figured it was from Logan. I ripped it off the fence and sat down on the grass next to the fence. I got the feeling that it was going to be bad news. All it said was to meet him here tonight at midnight. My mind really started to race. I do not know if I could really wait till then.
Time slowed down to a crawl for the entire day. I did not really know what to do with myself. I tried to occupy my time but it did not work. I cleaned my room, watched TV, went for a swim and that was just in the first two hours. I still had at least half a day left before night time even came. Tyler walked past the window that looked onto the backyard. He noticed me just floating in the pool and came out to see what was up.
I was leaning on the side of the pool when he came up to me. I looked up at him and he looked back at me. "What's up?" he asked.
I just pointed to the letter that was at the edge of the grass. I floated on my back just letting my mind wonder what might be the message that Logan is going to tell me. Tyler picked up the note and read it. He came back and took off his shoes and socks. He sat down on the pool side and let his feet dangle inside the pool.
"That sucks; well you should come with Scott and me to the movies. At least it will kill time and somewhat take your mind off what might happen tonight," Tyler said with a warm smile across his face.
"Sure," I said back with a weak smile across mine. I pulled myself out of the pool and dried off. I put my shirt back on and my sandals. I did not really feel like changing so I just went like that. Tyler wrapped his arms around my shoulder and tussle my hair to get me out of my head.
"Do not worry, everything is going to be fine," he told me as we entered his car.
As we drove off I looked at the Bowers front windows to see if Logan was looking outside. I really just wanted to see if he was ok, that is what I really wanted to know. Everything else was more of a distant question for the moment.
See I really do not know much about his dad. His mom seemed cool but always had a smile on her face and as I learned someone with a smile always on their face usually has hidden intentions. Now his dad seemed to be the strict one of the family. Always running the show and telling them what to do behind the scenes. I just do not know how he would react if he found out about us. Would he be like Tyler's dad and kick him out or worse and beat him up to an inch of his life.
A couple of tears rolled down my cheek from the thought of his dad beating him up. Tyler noticed as we drove to pick up Scott for the movies. I felt Tyler's hand rub my back for a second as we pulled up to Scott's house.
Scott came bouncing out of his house and noticed that there was someone else in the car. Tyler got out of the car and walked over to Scott. "Hey, sweetie," Tyler spoke.
"Thought it was just going to be the two of us," Scott said with some disappointment in his voice.
"I know but he needs a friend right now. He got a letter from Logan saying they need to talk at midnight and he was completely looking like a lost puppy dog. I hope you're not mad at me," Tyler said giving him the puppy dog eyes.
"Yeah but you owe me," Scott said. "Is he going to be alright?"
"I think so, he just needs a distraction. I figured we can distract him for a little while so he would not be mopping around the house. I will totally make it up to your later, sex," Tyler said while smacking Scott's ass.
Scott smiled and both of them walked back to the car. "Hey," I said to Scott. "Hope you do not mind me tagging along."
"Not at all," he said with a big smile on his face. "What are we going to see?"
"Not sure. Let's just play it by year," Tyler said as we took off towards the theater.
A couple of minutes later we are in the parking lot to the theater. We get out of the car and walk towards the entrance. They were joking and having a good time while I was just lost in my own head still thinking about everything that might go down tonight. Scott noticed this time and just punches me lightly on the arm. "Snap out of it, everything is going to be fine," he told me. "Now onto more important matters, which movie do you want to watch?"
I looked up and see the list of movies, "Hmm..." I said looking over the list of movies. "How about the Kingsman, I have heard it was supposed to be good."
"That sounds like a great choice," Tyler said. "Three tickets for the Kingsman." The guy in the box office took the money and handed Tyler the tickets. We walk inside and headed towards the theater. Since Tyler got the movie tickets, so I got the snacks. We took our seats and Scott and Tyler were already holding hands before the movie even started.
I smiled those two have become so close so fast. It was cool to see that Tyler was happy or at least from what I could see. The movie started and Scott snuggled up to Tyler to watch the movie. It was a good movie, a lot of comedy and action. It was well worth it. The movie ended a couple of hours later and we grabbed some food for dinner. Tyler and Scott dropped me off at home.
Before they drove off, "If you need us later tonight, our phones will be on to talk or anything," Tyler said. Scott just shook his head to agree with Tyler.
"Thanks guys. I will call if I need you but I think it will be fine," I told them. They took off and I looked over at Logan's house. The light in his bedroom was on and I was just hoping the night will go by quickly so I can find out what has been on my mind all day. I walked in and my dad was home but in his room. He must be going to bed.
I knocked on his door and he opened it up. "Hey son, how are things going?" he asked through opening.
"Ok, Logan had to tell me something later tonight. So if you here someone in the backyard it is just me," I told him.
"Ok, just be careful," he told me. "If you need anything, just knock on my door." He shut his door and I walked to my bedroom. I turned on the light and looked through my window. His blinds were closed but I could make out his silhouette. I smiled then another silhouette walked through his door. Just then both figures left the room quickly and the light went out.
My smile left my face and I decided to take a nap before midnight came around. I set my alarm for fifteen minutes before midnight. I was able to fall asleep but soon there was tapping on my window. I looked outside but no one was there. Then another tap came but I noticed it was a rock that tapped my window. I looked over at the time and it was about 11:44 p.m. I grabbed my phone but I was too late to turn off the alarm.
It rang and I swiped the screen to turn it off. I put it in my swimming trunks that I had still had on. I walked outside and walked towards the fence. There was another note on the fence, it read meet me towards the corner of the fence and we can talk.
I walked to the back corner of the fence. I took a sit and I could hear his breathing. "Are you ok?" was the first question I asked him.
In a low voice he responded, "No."
I stood up and was looking over the fence. He was sitting there hugging his knees. I jumped the fence and was now standing in front of him. The moon light finally broke through and it shined upon us. I saw that his eye was swollen and black. I dropped to my knees and quickly embraced him. The tears completely started flowing. I knew he was holding them back and he could not do that anymore. A couple of sobs he finally looked up at me.
This must have been what I looked like when he found me in the locker room. "Who did this to you?" I asked.
"My...my..." was the only words to come out of his mouth.
"Your dad," I asked back.
He just nodded his head and looked back down at the ground. "What happened? Tell me everything."
A few moments passed by and all you could here was the wind blowing about around us. The moonlight dimmed but was still enough to see each other. "They found my photos and the flyer from the club."
My mouth dropped. "My mom found them first and that is why she dragged me last night into the car to talk to me. She was still trying to understand it all day yesterday but she knew that she needed to confront me. She did not do it in front of my dad but she was in tears. That was last night," he told me.
"Then today you came by and I wanted to tell you everything at that time but my dad got to the door. Since my mom was crying, my dad knew something was up. He came into my room and started yelling and accusing me of making my mom cry. Then calling me a sinner for what I am. He start blaming Tyler and you and the swim team for making me this way," he told me. "That was not the worse part of it."
"There was something worse than him calling you a sinner," I said shocked and wondering how worse it got.
"For some odd reason, I looked over at my photos. I was thinking about us and the happy times, just trying to get away from the verbal out lash of my father. He noticed my eyes and these were the photos that I had taken a few days ago while you were sleeping," he paused.
"You took pictures of me while I was sleeping, were they good?" I asked with some curiousness running through my head.
"I could not help it, you looked so cute in the boxers that I gave you that day," he smiled for the first time I have been out here. "He quickly grabbed them and flipped through them. He found those pictures because I did not file them in my special drawer. Then he yelled at me, did he turn you gay? You will never see him again. We are going to get counseling for you. No son of mine will be gay."
"Ok, fine. That still does not explain how you got the bruise on your eye," I asked and started feeling the rage build up inside me.
"I could not let him come between the two of us. I Love you and want to be with you always. I grabbed the pictures out of his hand and yelled at him NO!! He did not turn me gay, neither did the swim team or Tyler or anyone. I am gay and that is it. You can either accept it or not. He did not and swung at me. His fist hit me square in the eye. It sent me flying down to the ground. That is when my mother came in and saw what just happened. He looked at her and said clean up your Faggot Son."
A couple of tears of rage rolled down my cheek for him. I got up and did not know what was in me. I wanted to just go up to his dad and knock his dad out. I started walking towards the back door to his house. I felt my shirt being tugged on not by one hand but by two hands. Both his hands were holding onto my shirt and he was using all his strength to hold me back from doing what I wanted to and knew needed to be done.
I stopped and turned around. His heels were dug into the ground and his head was looking down at the ground. I lifted his chin to look at me. I just nodded and knew he did not want me to make anything worse than it was already. "Please do not do anything rash. I know how you feel, it was just like how you got beat up in the locker rooms and I wanted to do the same thing," he said then fell to his knees.
"Ok, I will not do anything right now but if he hurts you or me then I will have to step in," I said and took a step towards him. I was shocked that I had that in me because that is normally not me. I am shy and avoid conflict most of time. It must have been the fact that someone I loved was in trouble and I found the courage deep within me. "What do we do now, he will not let me see you and the midnight rendezvous though are hot and mysteries, they will get weary."
"I know and I hate not being with you," he told me as I think he got some courage of his own. "I do not think he will hit me again but I do not want to take the chance. I am going to run away and I wanted to say goodbye. I love you and thanks for the first love. I will never forget you," He said and then started walking away from the house.
Now it was my turn to grab his collar and stop him dead in his tracks. "You're not going to run away. You still have a loving family that cares about you. Right here," I said and opened my arms. He walked into my arms and I enclosed them behind him. "Come on, let's go over to my house and let them worry about you for a little while."
We hopped the fence back over to my place and we walked hand and hand to the back door. We went inside and I quickly drew him a bath. I stripped him of all his clothes and helped him slowly go into the bath. I knelt down next to him and just splash a little water over his chest. A couple more tears streamed down his face. I leaned in and kissed those tears away.
I got up to go talk to my dad when Logan grabbed my wrist. I knew he wanted me to stay with him. I sat back on the tile floor. I reached in and took the wash cloth and soap to wash his body. I gently started washing his upper body. It started to get a rise out of my crotch and my board shorts did not hide it. I wanted to make Logan feel good and relax.
The washcloth reached his face and I finally got a good enough looked at his now bruised eye. IT was black and blue. I touch it ever so lightly and he winched from the pain. His face backed away from my touch. His hand moved mine from his face and placed it back on his abs. I looked down at the tile because I did not want to see the hurt and pain that I caused him.
He lifted my chin up and kissed my lips for the first time this night. "This is not your fault. My dad is just near minded and cannot accept me for who I am. Do not blame yourself one bit," he said to me then kissed me again to show that he meant it.
"Ok, let's continue getting you all washed up and i'll go talk to my dad," I told him back and kissed him as well.
While we kissed, his hand guided me underneath the water and it found that his member was semi-hard from all the attention that he was getting. This felt different through, there was sadder emotions running through us then love right now. The washcloth glided over his cock and balls and it twitched from my touch. Logan tilted his head back and either he moaned or sobbed came from his mouth. His head came back and I saw the most pleasurable expression on his face. His eyes were looking up at the ceiling and I knew he was waiting to see what the next thing I was going to do.
He did not wait long as I dove my head into the swallow water and took his cock into my mouth. I do not know what came over me but it just felt right to do that. My mouth found the tip of his head and it went to work. My tongue was already circling his head then his back arched up so it pushed his hips and my head out of the water. His cock went fully into mouth and down my throat. I just let it happened and my cock was now bursting at seems of my shorts that I had on.
His hands found my trapped member and ripped the front of my board shorts to free it. It came out and was aching to be touched. With the emotions floating around and I did not know if I would be able to last any longer. His cock came out of my mouth as he lowered his body back into the tub. I looked up into his eyes and then both of his hands grabbed my shirt and pulled me onto him. My clothes now getting wet, our cocks rubbing together and our lips locked and never letting go. I felt his lips pour all his emotion into that kiss and then I felt my cock erupt at the same time his did.
I fell completely into the bath water and rested my body on top of his. My clothes clinging to my body and almost see thru since it was a white shirt I was now wearing with the board shorts loosely covering my butt. I listened to his heart beat for a few seconds and then looked up. His eyes were shut and I felt his breathing lift me up and down in the water. He was completely worn out from all that happened today. I got out of the tub and took off my soaked clothes.
I dried off and picked Logan out of the bathtub. I dried him off the best I could and carried him into my bedroom. I placed sleeping beauty on my bed and grabbed the closest pair of underwear I could find. They were a pair of my old briefs. I slipped them over his body and they barely contained his now soft cock. I pulled them up over his tight ass and that too was making them a tight fit. I put on a pair of of boxers this time and walked back to the bathroom. I grabbed our clothes and took them to the laundry room. I started the load and then walked past my dad's door.
I noticed a light blue glow coming from underneath. It must have been the TV. I gently tapped on his door. "Come in," he said.
I slightly opened the door and put my head through the crack. "Just to let you know Logan is spending the night and maybe a couple more. I will tell you the full story tomorrow morning over breakfast. Good night dad and thank you for being so awesome," I said to him.
"Good night, son. See you in the morning," he said back to me then looked back at the TV.
I closed his door then walked back to my room. Logan was now rolled onto his side and curled up into a ball. I just slipped in my bed behind him and pulled him close into my chest. His hand intertwined with my and we both fell asleep.
Sorry for the more serious topic of this chapter. It had to be said and I hope no one has gone through that. If you have, I am always hear to listen, hit me up at joshmisses@yahoo.com, connor_dematei@hush.com and my blog site samuelstories.wordpress.com.