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Mark Stevens
Dear Readers,
Cole is such a flirt, a tease, and yet, he seems to be really kind hearted. Because his character is always entertaining to be around, I wanted to get to know him a little better. As a result, the next few chapters will tell us what Cole's life was like before moving into the Community. I hope you enjoy the interlude. As always, I love hearing back from you guys.
Chapter One Hundred nineteen
School had been in session for two weeks, and for the most part, things were settling down for Cole. He missed his friends, Tommy and Bobby, but he was able to connect with them on his new laptop. Thanks to his dad's employee, Guy, Cole had Internet in his bedroom. One day the two of them had been alone in the garage. Gordon was off somewhere running errands. He approached Guy with his problem about getting Internet, and after assuring the man he would pay for everything, Guy agreed to help Cole out. He had ordered service, and on the day it was to be installed, Cole pretended to be sick. Having never done that before, Gordon had no problem believing his son. Several days had passed since he had the Internet, and so far, his father didn't have a clue. For years now, Cole had spent a lot of his free time inside his bedroom, so Gordon hadn't noticed that his son was spending even more time in his room.
Fall turned to winter, and winter slid over into January. Snow covered the ground for two weeks, but Cole was hardly aware of it. School occupied week days, and afternoons after school and Saturday mornings he worked at his dad's shop.
February arrived, and Cole's life was about to change forever. For several years he had always made the practice of keeping the door to his bedroom locked when he was in the room. Now that he had a laptop, he made sure the door was locked every time he entered the room. He locked the door even if he was only in his bedroom for a moment. That also included the door from his bathroom that opened into the other bedroom. His safety habit worked for several weeks. He would come home each evening and eat supper across the table from his dad. He always finished before Gordon did, and regularly as clockwork he'd put his plate in the dishwasher and tell his dad he had homework to do.
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Cole walked inside the house Friday evening, happy thoughts running through his head. Next week was Spring Break, and even though he would be working days at his father's shop, he knew he would still have plenty of free time to look at porn on his laptop. He had discovered the first site the day the Internet was installed. In the months that followed, he had discovered a lot more. The pictures and movies on those places provided plenty of material for him to jack off to. Two or three times a week he also managed to video chat with the twins. He had chatted with a few guys online, but for whatever reason he never offered or accepted any invitation to meet up somewhere. He was content to watch porn and chat with Bobby and Tommy.
He hurried to his room, locked the door and pulled his coat off. He tossed it to the floor and headed for the closet. He pulled his laptop out from under the blankets and sat it on his desk. He turned it on and watched the screen as it powered up. Once that was done, he opened up one of his favorite sites and reached for his cell. He sent a text to both twins asking if they were going to be available later on to chat.
Cole knew that his body was hairier than any of the guys he saw in his gym class, and the fact made him search for hairy guys. Ever since his body began growing hair, Cole had felt embarrassed. Discovering these different sites, he no longer felt like a freak. Not only wasn't he a freak, but he discovered looking at a hairy guy really turned him on. The boys in gym class had teased him unmercifully in the locker room, calling him a hair freak and many other rude names.
He brought up his favorite porn site and watched two men on his computer screen walk into a room. They began kissing and moaning. Both men wore a tank top and cutoff shorts. It wasn't long until they both were naked and rubbing their hairy bodies against each other. One guy was covered in a carpet of thick black hair. The other man had a wide growth of red hair all over his body. As Cole watched the movement on the screen, one hand went down to his cock. It was hard and aching for relief, ready for some action.
Cole slowly unzipped his jeans and brought his dick out into the open. Pre cum was already covering the tip. As the action picked up on the screen, Cole began jacking his dick. Normally he loved being naked when he watched these movies, but he knew his dad would soon be calling him for supper. He would get naked later. He was already so horny that he could picture himself staying up all night long, naked, in front of his laptop, jacking and shooting off one load after another.
Cole moaned and stroked harder as he watched the black haired guy slide his dick through the circle of red hair and make it disappear inside the other guy's ass.
"Fuck," he whispered and felt his orgasm quickly approaching.
He was suddenly pulled out of his fantasy, and he thought his heart would explode.
"What the fuck is going on here?"
Gordon was standing in the doorway of Cole's bathroom, and he quickly lunged into the room. "What the hell?" His actions had been quick, and full of shock and surprise, Cole watched his dad pick up the laptop. "What's this?"
Cole pushed his quickly softening cock back inside his jeans, and watched Gordon snatch up the laptop. Cole couldn't help but see the look of disgust that appeared on his dad's face. Without thinking, he stood up.
"You like watching this sick shit?" Gordon slammed the lid closed and picked the computer up. The action forced the power cord to pull out and land on the floor. "Where did this thing come from?"
It took Cole a few seconds to find his voice. Then, "I bought it."
Disbelief showed on Gordon's face. "No way. How the hell could you afford a computer?"
"From the money you paid me." Cole felt his breathing returning to normal, and his heart stop racing. He actually felt a little relieved that his dad knew about his computer.
His relief quickly disappeared when his dad stepped around the desk and slammed the laptop to the floor. "You sick fuck!" Gordon stepped over the smashed computer and stood in front of Cole. "You goddamned fucking queer! Get out of my house!"
Cole stepped back, but not before his father could make a fist and knock him to the floor. Before he could get back up, his dad landed a second punch to his son's face. For the first time in his life Cole felt afraid of his dad. He stood up and picked his coat up from the floor.
"Get out!" Gordon roared.
Cole unlocked his bedroom door and hurried out of the house. He ran down the steps and walked, with no idea what to do or where to go, down the street. He found himself walking in the direction of the mall, although hooking up with a guy in the popular restroom was not even in his thoughts. He felt both of his eyes beginning to swell, caused by Gordon's fist.
When he reached the mall, Cole walked inside and went over to a group of chairs sitting in the middle of the isle. They were all empty, and he sat down in one of them. "God, what a mess," he thought. He had nothing but his coat with him. He had been in such a hurry to get away from his dad that he had forgotten to pick up his wallet. He had no money, and in spite of his situation, he was hungry. He had left his phone behind as well.
"Are you alright, son?"
Lost in thought, Cole suddenly discovered a security guard standing in front of him. Damn! He should have known better than coming to the mall.
"I'm okay," he answered.
"Are you sure about that?"
"Yeah." Cole touched one of his eyes and forced a smile. "I ran hard into a door."
The guard studied the boy's face closely. "Both eyes?"
Cole managed a better smile. "I'm just clumsy. Not the first time I've ran into something."
The guard finally walked away, but Cole could see the look of doubt on the man's face. "Take care, son."
Cole remained where he was and tried to form some sort of plan in his mind. When he heard the announcement warning that the mall would be closing in fifteen minutes, he got to his feet. He winced when he felt pain traveling down his body. He hurt all over, especially his head. He couldn't remember the last time he had a headache, but he certainly had one now. He suddenly felt nauseous and sat back down in the chair. He sat there for a few minutes, but when he saw the same security guard walking toward him, he forced himself to get to his feet. He slowly made his way to the exit and stepped out into the night air. It was totally dark now, and the weather had cooled down considerably. He pulled his coat tighter to him and headed in the opposite direction from his home. He didn't know what he was going to do, but he felt sure he'd never see the inside of his home ever again.
Cole continued walking through the cold dark night, lost in thought and suddenly realized he had reached the main part of the city. Most of the stores were closed, but a few still had their lights on. He wanted to go inside one just so he could feel the warmth, but he was afraid he'd get more questions about his face. He would have to keep walking until he could decide what to do.
He suddenly felt the presence of another person, and he turned and discovered a guy walking beside him.
"Hey," the stranger greeted.
"Hey." Cole didn't recognize the guy.
"Headed someplace in particular?"
"Just out for a walk," Cole answered.
"Kind of cold for a walk."
"Doesn't seem to be bothering you," Cole shot back.
The stranger laughed. "You're right. I just felt like a walk. What's your story?"
"My story?"
"Yeah, why are you out walking this time of night. Especially down here. Nothing much going on."
Cole shrugged his shoulders. "Just walking. No particular reason." Knowing he wasn't telling the truth made the words sound hollow to him.
"Guess we can walk together. Problem with that?"
"It's a free country," Cole said and walked a little faster.
A few blocks later the stranger said, "You look familiar. Do I know you?"
Cole shook his head. "I don't think so."
"I know I've seen you. I just can't remember where. My name's Bill."
Ever since Cole had discovered the mall restroom and what all took place there, he hadn't given very many people his real name. His friends, Bobby and Tommy knew, as did his friend, Jim. Other than those three, he told no other guy. He said, "Sam. My name's Sam."
"Glad to meet you, Sam. Are you sure you don't know me?"
"I'm pretty sure I don't."
When came to an alley that ran between two buildings, Bill suddenly took hold of Cole's shoulder and pushed him roughly into the alley. The buildings blocked out all of the lighted street lamps, making it difficult for Cole to see Bill.
"What are you doing?" Cole asked.
"I know where I've seen you. I know you hang out in that mall restroom. I've seen you go in there dozens of times."
Suddenly feeling alarmed, Cole said, "I don't think so."
"Don't lie, motherfucker. I know what I've seen. And I know what I want now. Your ass. I'm going to fuck your hole until it's so sore you can't sit down."
"No, you're not," Cole said, trying to keep the fear out of his voice.
Bill punched Cole in the stomach. "Oh, it's fucking gonna happen. My cock's hard, and your ass is gonna take care of the problem."
Cole opened his mouth to scream, but Bill placed a hand across it. "Scream, and I'll put a knife in your back." He stood close to Cole and pressed what felt like a sharp blade against the boy's back. "It's fuck or die, sucker," Bill hissed.
The more Cole tried to fight the guy off, the harder Bill punched him. He continued pushing Cole's body until they were far enough down the alley they couldn't be seen from the street.
"Pull your pants down," Bill ordered pushing the sharp object into Cole's back. "Now!"
Cole gave his jeans a tug, but they refused to slide down. He couldn't seem to make them move.
"Get `em down, goddamn it," Bill ordered. He pressed the sharp object harder against Cole's back.
Cole felt the cold night wind against his ass when he finally got his pants down. He shivered when he felt the guy's hard cockhead pressed against him.
"Fuck, you're hairy," Bill said and shoved his cock all the way inside.
The attack was brutal, and Cole saw stars. For a time he thought he might pass out."
"Fuck, your ass is tight," Bill groaned as he plunged his dick back and forth between Cole's protesting ass muscles. "I'm amazed, because I know how much of a slut you are." Bill spoke the words between each fuck thrust. "So tight. Don't think I'll last long – the first time."
Cole was experiencing the worst pain of his life. His only thought was for this to be over. His entire body felt like it was consumed by fire as Bill continued to fuck him. The thrusts were so brutally painful that Cole forced his brain to go numb. He was hardly aware of the guy's dick shooting off inside his ass.
Bill pulled his cum-coated cock out and pushed it between Cole's furry ass crack. Cole shivered and tried to wipe this awful scene out of his mind, but he couldn't do it. He wondered how long it would take until Bill was ready for round two.
In a few minutes Bill answered Cole's question. "You're no goddamned good," he said zipping his jeans up. "Thanks for the snack, asshole."
"There is a God," Cole was thinking as he reached for his pants and pulled them up.
"Thanks, slut, but I need to move on. Enjoy the rest of your evening, Sam."
A deep pain went across Cole's shoulders, and he fell to the ground, his pants still unsnapped. Several moments passed before he could move. His body, racked with pain, finally allowed Cole to stand to his feet. At first he couldn't remember where he was. When he realized he was still in the alley, he took a painful step toward the street. He was almost at the end of the alley when everything went black, and he slipped into a peaceful oblivion.