Naked Surfer

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The following story deals with explicit gay sex between men. If this type of material offends you, or you are under the age allowed by the state or region you reside in or you live in an area where this type of material is not legal, you must please leave and not go any further.

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The Naked Surfer Chapter 6 by John Josept

"Damn is it morning already?" Daniel thought to himself as he felt the sun beating down on him from the window next to the bed. Daniel was still wrapped up in Chase's arms when the clock radio went off and the cool sounds for soft jazz could be heard.

"Hmmm, damn is it morning already?" Chase said, trying desperately not to open his eyes. Daniel kissed Chase on the top of his head.

"Yeah, sleepyhead, its time to get up."

"Ok, Ok," Chase said sleepily, as his hand found its way to Daniel morning erection. "I can always count on that cock of yours to be hard the first thing in the morning," Chase slowly started to masturbate Daniel's dick. Daniel could feel Chase's hard rod up against his thigh.

"That was incredible last night, Chase," Daniel said turning toward his lover, "I can still feel you inside me."

"Yeah, it really was amazing babe. I never felt anything like that before, but how is your butt feeling, I mean your ass was pretty sore."

"Well, it does hurt a little, but I am sure I will get over it real quick. I loved you inside me, Chase, I felt so much a part of you."

The two lovers held each other and kissed passionately and licked their tongues inside their mouths. They slowly got on their knees on the bed and held each other close, their naked bodies pressed tight against each other. They kissed again with their mouths open wide. Chase's tongue licked Daniel's tongue then licked his lips. As they embraced, Daniel started to beat his own dick but Chase took it from his hand and started to beat it for him. Daniel in turn, did the same to Chase. They held their lips and bodies together for a while, licked some more and stroked their cocks as they did.

They let go of their dicks and leaned back on their legs and started to stroke themselves.

"Fuck babe, you look so hot. I love looking at your body," Chase said to his lover.

"You excite me, Chase," Daniel said, as he masturbated himself.

Daniel felt himself getting close; he stopped, because he wanted to wait for Chase.

Chase got himself all worked up into a sexual frenzy. "God Daniel, I want to cum all over your body and in your mouth and on your face," Chase said as he got close to cumming.

"Lay down Daniel, quick," Chase instructed. His breathing was heavy as he was about ready to reach the point of no return.

No sooner did Daniel lie on his back, when Chase straddled his chest and beat his hard cock over Daniel's face. Daniel grabbed hold of his own dick and started to jack it faster and faster.

"Open up your mouth Daniel, I am going to cum."

Daniel open his mouth wide as Chase's spunk shot passed his lips. He swallowed what he could in that position. Chase then took his dick and buried it deep in Daniel's mouth. Daniel close is lips around his lover's manhood and Chase began to fuck his mouth cumming more and more down Daniel's throat. Chase tried to balance himself by leaning on the headboard while keeping his legs around Daniel chest. In the middle of all this Daniel started to shoot his load up in the air and down his shaft and all over his hand. Chase just kept pumping Daniel's mouth.

"Oh god, fuck," Chase moaned over and over until his flow of sperm finally subsided.

Chase leaned his head up against the wall behind the headboard. Daniel didn't want to let go of his lovers now softened penis.

Chase pulled his cock out of Daniel's mouth and collapsed next to him, and continued to try and regain his strength.

Daniel lifted his cum covered hand from his cock and was about to lick it clean when Chase grabbed hold of the hand and started, very seductively, to lap up the spunk with his tongue.

Daniel smiled and pulled Chase into him and kissed his lips that still had the taste of his cum on them.

Daniel looked into Chase's smiling eyes and said, "I love you, Chase."

Chase smiled at his lover and leaned in and kissed Daniel on the lips, and said the words that were forbidden to him just hours ago, "I love you too Daniel," Chase said.

They lay there for a while then realized the time.

"Damn, it's getting late," Chase said, "how about you take your shower and get that cum off you, while I get breakfast going."

"Ok, good idea," Daniel said. They got out of bed and kissed, then Daniel went into the bathroom and Chase went to the kitchen to make breakfast.

After Daniel showered, he met Chase in the kitchen just as he was finishing breakfast. They sat down at the table facing each other to eat.

Chase stared at Daniel. The thought of not knowing when he would see his lover again was working on his nerves and making him very depressed. His dad was due back today and he had to stay at that house for a few days. He didn't know why he had to stay he just knew his dad relied on him. Chase's stomach started to turn and his mood was changing rapidly and he became very edgy. He desperately tried to get it under control, but he just knew something bad was going to happen.

"You know I had a strange dream last night," Chase said, trying to smile and get himself out of the feeling of anxiety. "I dreamt that Chelsea came over and told us she was going to show our 'shit' at her gallery and we were going to be famous. Pretty crazy dream huh?"

"Babe, that was no dream, that really happened," Daniel said going along with Chase, knowing full well he was pulling his chain again.

"All that really happened? Damn can you believe it Daniel? All our wishes are about to come true."

"Well, we will see if it really does happen," Daniel said, looking down at his plate of food, his insecurities were telling him, something would stop it.

"Aren't you the gloomy shit all of a sudden? What the hell brought that on?" Chase said, a little bit annoyed with Daniel.

"Chase, I am not the type of person that good things happen to," Daniel replied.

"Why are you always so goddamn negative, Daniel?!" Chase said getting more and more pissed off at his lover and he really didn't know why.

"Sorry, Chase, you know me," Daniel said trying to make amends.

"Well, get fucking over it, Daniel!" Chase yelled angrily. He stood up and took his chair and slammed it hard, against the table. This took Daniel by surprise. Chase didn't realize he was taking his anger out on Daniel. He just knew with his changing mood, he had to get out of the house right away. Chase felt like breaking something but thought better of it. He went into the bathroom, put on his wet suit and headed toward the door.

"I won't be here tonight. I don't know when I will see you again. My fucking old man comes back today, and I have to be there." Chase then walked out the back door to get his board.

"Chase, wait, I'm sorry," Daniel pleaded, but Chase wouldn't listen.

"Go to hell, Daniel," he said as he grabbed his board and headed down the Strand to meet with his buds.

Daniel felt bad that he got Chase so upset. He knew it had nothing to do with what he said; it was because his father was coming back. Daniel decided he would call Chase later and apologize to him, anyway.

Daniel went to the bedroom and got dressed and headed off to work, knowing he had to some how make things right between him and Chase.

He got to the office on time and the day went by slowly. He tried to call Chase several times but Chase did not answer his cel phone. He didn't want to call Chase at his dad's house in case his dad was already there. Daniel decided to call again later.

Five o'clock finally crept around and Daniel cleared his desk and left. He went straight to the gym because he wanted to work off his frustrations. As he drove up to the gym, Daniel tried to call Chase again, but to no avail. He did leave another message on his voice mail though.

Daniel couldn't concentrate on his workout and after a half hour decided to leave and head on home to see if Chase left any messages. "Perhaps," he thought to himself, "Chase is there waiting for me."

Daniel hurried to the locker room to change. He wasn't going to shower; he could do that at home. As he got to his locker, the nuisance Andy, naked as usual, came up close to him and whispered, "Hey good looking, how about we shower together?" Daniel was in no mood for his advances.

"Look Andy, I have no time for you right now. I am in a hurry and I need to get out of here."

"Hmmm, come to my place and I will relax you. I suck a mean dick."

That's all that Daniel needed, his patience ran thin. "One more time, Andy," Daniel said loud enough for most everyone in the locker room to hear, "I don't want to go to your place for a drink or anything else you might have in mind, so fuck off!"

Andy's face turned red. Daniel was not sure if it was from anger or from embarrassment. Everyone in the locker room was now staring at them. Daniel didn't care. He didn't ever bother to change; he just grabbed his things and headed out the locker room in his gym shorts, pushing Andy aside as he did.

"You bastard," Andy muttered under his breath as Daniel passed him by.

Andy turned to look at the others who were still staring at him, "Well, what are you all looking at," he yelled as everyone continued on to what they were doing.

When Daniel got home there was no message on his answering machine. Daniel picked up his phone and tried to call Chase again. All he got was his voice mail and he left yet another message that said he was sorry and asking Chase to call.

"I knew I would do something to fuck this up," Daniel said out loud.

Charlie was sitting on the floor with his back leaning against the wall in Chase's room at his dad's house. Chase was lying on his bed with his hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling, not saying anything.

"Well, you going to call him back? That's the millionth time he's called you," Charlie asked, while tossing Chase's old football in the air and catching it.

Chase didn't reply he just laid there quietly.

"I still don't know why you got so pissed off at him."

"I don't know either, Charlie, I should be the one to apologize to him. Damn," Chase exclaimed sitting up on the bed, "I made a fucking asshole out of myself. He didn't do anything except be Daniel and I jumped all over his ass." Chase laid back down on the bed.

"Well, from what I see his ass is pretty fine, would be fun to jump on it," Charlie said trying to lighten the mood.

"I love him, Charlie." Chase said, ignoring Charlie's ill attempt to make him smile. "I knew I would do something to fuck this up."

"Shit don't tell me that, tell it to Daniel," Charlie said, feeling a bit jealous. His feelings for Chase were still the same but he resigned himself to the situation. He still was Chase's best friend and he knew that wasn't going to change.

All of a sudden, the bedroom door swung open and hit the bookcase behind it. There stood Joe Bell, Chase's father, in a full state of drunkenness.

Joe wasn't a really big man and not especially in good shape mostly because of his drinking. His beer gut drooped over his sagging pants. His dark blond hair was showing signs of gray. His face had a weathered, painful look to it. At one time he was a handsome man, but the years of drinking and bitterness, took its toll on him. He had the same blue eyes that Chase had. If you look very close through the pain, the premature wrinkles and the bags under his eyes, you could see the resemblance Chase had to his father. Looks were all they had in common.

"I'm going to the store to get more beer. While I'm gone, get my fucking dinner ready," Joe slurred.

"You shouldn't drive, your drunk," Chase said.

"Don't tell me what the fuck I should do, you worthless piece of shit. Now get off that fucking bed and get my dinner," Joe said, his words were running together. He had been home only two hours and wasted no time to start to drink. Joe wouldn't admit it, but he depended on Chase for his day-to-day needs, like food.

"And you," Joe said as he turned to Charlie, "get your fucking ass out of my house."

"He's visiting me. Charlie fucking stays," Chase said in defiance.

"Get the fuck out of here," Joe yelled at Charlie.

"Look, Chase I better go, I will come to pick you up in about an hour ok," Charlie said, afraid of what Joe might do, not to him, but to Chase. He knew that Joe had beaten Chase pretty badly in the past and he didn't want anything to happen to him.

"Ok, Charlie," Chase said as he got off the bed.

Chase walked Charlie to the front door. "Don't let him hit you Chase, fight him back, you could take him easy. Punch him in the gut, its all beer anyway." Charlie and Chase smiled. "At least protect yourself, I don't want anything to happen to that cute face of yours," Charlie smiled again, as he touched Chase's cheek with the back of his hand.

"Ok, I will protect myself, Charlie," Chase said, as Charlie walked out the door. Chase didn't know why he wouldn't fight back. Deep down Chase loved his dad, although that love had never been returned or appreciated.

Joe staggered toward the back door. "Where's my fucking keys to the truck,"

"Joe, you're drunk you shouldn't drive." Chase hadn't called his father 'dad' to his face, in years. He always called him by his first name.

"I told you boy, don't fucking tell me what to do."

"Fine, go kill yourself on the road. I don't give a shit. Your keys are where they always are," Chase said.

Chase had hoped the repair job that Marty did on the truck would go unnoticed by his dad, but then he figured Joe was so drunk he wouldn't notice it even if it weren't repaired.

Joe found his keys and swung the back door open and headed to the garage. Chase heard the truck start, the garage door open and the truck drive away.

Chase started his dad's dinner, then went back to his room and laid on the bed again. His cel phone rang and he looked at the Caller ID number. It was Daniel calling again. Chase almost answered, but decided not to just yet. He still was too embarrassed and he knew he hurt Daniel and didn't want to face that right now. He figured he would call his partner later and apologize or maybe walk on down there so he could hold Daniel in his arms for a while.

Chase lay there thinking about the night before when he was making love to Daniel and how it felt to be inside him. Chase's dick started to get hard, but fatigue overcame him.

Chase drifted off into a dream that he and Daniel were walking naked, hand in hand, through a large California poppy field. They stopped and kissed. Daniel laid down on the grass surrounded by the Orange colored flowers. Chase stood there looking down at his lover, admiring his muscular body. Daniel's leg spread open inviting Chase to enter him.

"Come to me, Chase," Daniel said, his voice echoed all around him. "I want you inside me."

Chase knelt down in between his lover's legs. Both their manhood were hard and pointed in front of them. Daniel's legs spread open even wider where Chase could see his rosebud just waiting for Chase to cross the threshold.

Chase took his hardened rod and guided it into Daniel. In his dream, there was no resistance and no pain for Daniel either. He just slid into his lover and began to pump. They kissed like they usually do with their tongue buried deep in each other's mouths.

"Fuck me, Chase" Daniel's voice slowly echoed. Chase did as he was told, and pumped in and out of Daniel's sweet rosebud. He was completely lost in his lover' eyes, but Chase made the mistake of looking up over his lover head. Off in a distance he saw someone running toward them across the field. Someone waving his hands and yelling out something that Chase couldn't make out. As the figure got closer, Chase's beautiful dream of making love to Daniel, turned into a nightmare. It was Joe that invaded his dream and who was screaming with something in his hand, "What the fuck! Did you think you could get away with this?"

What Chase had thought was a dream, was in reality his father standing over him by his bed with a piece of paper in his fist screaming at the top of his voice, and woke Chase, "What the fuck! Did you think you could get away with this?"

Joe was beside himself; his eyes were filled with fire and rage. Chase had seen that look before and knew he was in for something very bad.

"What are you talking about?" Chase asked trying to come out of his sleep.

"The fucking truck, where the hell did you get $500.00 to get it fixed." Then Chase recognized the piece of paper that Joe had in his hand. It was the bill from Marty's Body Shop.

"Shit," Chase said to himself, "I left the bill in the truck, what a fucking idiot." Chase realized that in his haste to put the vehicle in the garage, and put the whole truck accident behind him, he had left the bill on the seat.

Chase turned white as Joe grabbed the front of his shirt and picked him up out of the bed and slammed him into the wall. Joe was surprisingly strong for a man so out of shape. Three more times Joe slammed his son into that wall making sure Chase hit his head each time. Insults and profanity poured from Joe's mouth. Chase cringed in pain.

"Joe, stop, please don't do this," Chase pleaded, he knew all too well what was coming next. Joe was like a mad man.

"Did you think I wouldn't find out about this? You fucking wrecked my truck! Are you that dumb to think I wouldn't notice this, you fucking worthless piece of shit?" Joe took the back of his hand, reached way down, swung up and slapped Chase as hard as he could across the face sending him flying to the floor.

Chase was dazed, and tried to get up. His hand went to a stinging sensation on his face. It was wet. He looked at his hand and it was red with his blood.

"Oh Shit no," Chase said, looking at the blood. Joe was yelling something but Chase couldn't make it out.

"I said, get up, you piece of worthless shit," Joe screamed as he reached down, and grabbed Chase's shirt again, but this time it tore, but not before Joe slammed Chase against the door, hitting Chase's head again.

"Don't ignore me when I am talking to you, shithead," Joe yelled banging Chase's head against the door again.

"Joe, stop please," Chase whispered. Chase clinched his fist he wanted to hit Joe. "Hit him Chase," a voice in his head kept saying. "I can't," Chase replied to the voice, "he's my father."

Chase felt another slap in the face, or was it a punch, he couldn't tell, and then another slap or punch to his mouth. Chase knew he was bleeding bad and tried to head out the bedroom door, but Joe grabbed him by the collar. Chase was able to maneuver himself out of his torn shirt exposing his bare torso and leaving Joe holding the tattered garment. This pissed Joe off even more. Chase headed for the door again, but this time Joe grabbed him by his hair and pulled him back into the room and threw him on the floor.

"Ahhhhh," Chase scream, as he grabbed his head.

"You ain't going no where, asshole. I ain't finished with you yet!" Joe screamed, "I'll teach you to steal my fucking truck!"

Chase got up off the floor just in time to see Joe's tightly clinched fist heading toward his face, he felt the intense pain in his eye as he once again fell on all fours, to the floor. Chase saw blood on the carpet; it was his blood and a lot of it. Chase turned his head and saw Joe's foot swinging toward his groin. Chase moved his body out of the way but Joe's foot caught him in the stomach, and knocked the wind out of him. Chase remembered the last thing Charlie said to him, 'Don't let him hit you Chase, fight him back or at least protect yourself.'

He looked up and saw Joe heading for him, again, his foot swung toward Chase's head. This time Chase got out of the way completely. Joe lost his balance and Chase grabbed Joe's foot and with a burst of energy he didn't know he had, flipped his father to the floor.

He looked over at his dad who was lying on his back with his arms and legs spread out. Joe was confused, the alcohol had clouded his mind, he couldn't figure out just what happened and didn't move. Chase knew this was his chance to get out of there, but he was too weak and dazed from the pounding to this head and body, to move very fast. He crawled to the front door. He heard his father yelling for him. Chase opened the door and stumbled out and fell on the front lawn. He tried to yell for help but the words couldn't come out of his mouth loud enough for anyone to hear.

Chase lay on the lawn for a few seconds; blood dripped from his mouth and the cut above his eye onto the grass. A hand touched his arm and Chase jumped, started to swing blindly due to the blood in his eyes, and yelled "NO MORE!"

"Chase its me, Charlie!"

"Charlie, oh god, get me out of here," Chase said, his voice was very weak, now.

"God, Chase, what the fuck did he do to you, you need to go the hospital."

"No, take me to Daniel, please I need Daniel."

Charlie helped Chase up and practically carried him to his car just as Joe was running out of the house, yelling for Chase.

"Come back here, you fucking piece of worthless shit," Joe yelled for everyone to hear.

And everyone did hear. All the neighbors came running out of their houses, as Charlie sped away with Joe running down the street yelling.

"Chase you really are bleeding bad this time." Charlie had seen the aftermath of Chase's beatings before, but nothing like this. He reached to the back seat of the car and got an old shirt.

"Here put this in your face, you're bleeding all over. You need a doctor Chase; you need to go to the emergency room. God, I should never have left alone with him, Chase, I'm sorry."

"Charlie, I want Daniel, please Charlie, take me to Daniel," is all Chase would say.

Daniel was lying on his bed, trying to hold back tears. He wanted to drive over to Chase's dad's house to confront him and get things straightened out, but his insecurities told him not to, that this was the end of him and Chase and that he would never see his lover again.

Daniel heard a car pull up in front of his house and seconds later, a loud knock on his door. Daniel jumped out of bed and headed to see who it was. He wasn't ready for what was on the other side of that door as he opened it.

There stood Charlie, holding Chase's weakened and battered body. Blood covered Chase's face and his bare chest, and all over Charlie's shirt and arms.

"Oh my God, Chase, what happened?" Daniel yelled.

Daniel couldn't breath, his heart started to race, he felt he was going into an panic attack, but Daniel realized Chase was in desperate need of his help, so he put all his fears, panic and insecurities aside on his own to help the man he loved.

"His fucking old man beat the shit out of him again," Charlie said.

Daniel grabbed Chase's other arm. "Bring him into the bathroom."

"Daniel, I am sorry baby, I love you, don't hate me," Chase said in his delirium.

"I love you too, Chase, but right now we have to take care of you."

They sat Chase on the closed lid of the toilet seat. Daniel got a clean washcloth and wet it in hot water and started to clean Chase's bloody face.

"God, Chase you need a doctor," Daniel said.

"I was telling him that but he said no doctors, he just kept saying 'take me to Daniel, I need Daniel'" Charlie added, his voice started to crack.

Daniel glanced at Charlie and noticed the look on his face. He was staring at Chase and his eyes were welling up.

"You ok, Charlie?" Daniel said.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Charlie said, his voice cracked again.

Charlie was surprised to see the concern in Daniel, who he had considered his rival.

"No fucking doctors, get me Shelby, she will know what to do," Chase said, his voice sounded weak and shaky. His upper lip had started to swell.

"Who's Shelby?" Daniel asked.

"Devin's old lady, she's a nurse," Charlie said.

"See if you can get her over here, Charlie," Daniel said.

"Yeah, where's your phone?"

Daniel pointed to the phone, sending Charlie off to call Shelby.

Daniel turned his attention back to Chase, gently cleaning this face from the cut above his eye.

"My head hurts, Daniel. He kept pounding my head into the wall," Chase said. Daniel could tell he was really in pain.

"That bastard, how could he do this to you?"

Daniel was afraid Chase was going to loose consciousness and tried his best to keep Chase talking. He could have a concussion.

"This eye is really bad Chase, it's going to be swollen by tomorrow; you really need stitches."

"No fucking doctors," Chase insisted, "They'll call the police." For some reason, Chase still felt he had to protect his father.

Daniel saw that Chase was getting worked up about this and he just dropped it and waited for him to calm down a bit.

"I'm sorry, Daniel, about this morning, I didn't mean it, I swear."

"I know, Chase."

Daniel continued to clean his lover's wounds, wondering why a father would do this to his son.

"Did you really keep saying you wanted to be with me?" Daniel asked, as he started to clean the blood off his lover's chest and shoulders.

"Yeah, I can't be without you. I love you Daniel," Chase said, his eyes kept drifting closed.

"Stay with me, Chase," Daniel said, "don't fall asleep, just yet."

"Shelby and Devin are coming right over," Charlie said as he entered the bathroom.

"God, Chase, why did that fucker beat you like this," Charlie said.

Chase tried to laugh but it hurt too much, "I left Marty's bill on the seat of the truck and he found it."

"Oh Shit, Chase," Charlie said.

"Joe's right, I am such a fucking worthless piece of shit."

"No, Chase, you were just freaked out about your father and you made a mistake, so stop calling yourself names," Daniel said as he got more and more upset over what Joe Bell did to his son.

"See I told you, my fucking old man would beat the shit out of me didn't I, Daniel, remember? The day I ran into you with that fucking truck, I told you he would do this," Chase was starting to get agitated.

"Calm down, Chase, everything is going to be all right from now on."

"Oh that's easy for you to say you don't have to go back to that fucking house, I do."

"You're not going back there ever again," Daniel said calmly. For the first time Daniel was not acting like the victim, he was going to protect the man he loved.

"Oh yeah, where the fuck am I going then?"

"You're moving in here with me, as of now."

"I can't move in here."

"Why, not, you know it's going to happen sooner or later, so it will be sooner, like right now."

"I cant, I don't have money, I cant support myself."

"We will make it with both our incomes, we will be fine."

"Daniel, I can't let you do that.

"This is not open to discussion, Chase," Daniel said firmly, "you are not going back into that house with that fucking maniac. You are moving here and that's final." Daniel's insecurities were nowhere to be found at this moment. His determination was fueled by his anger for what had just happened to the young man he loved, this wonderful boy who was just beaten by his own father.

"Ok Daniel, if you really want me," Chase agreed, knowing what Daniel said was right.

"I wouldn't have said it if I didn't mean it Chase."

"Listen to the man, Chase, you need to get out of that house," Charlie added. Daniel looked up at Charlie and smiled.

Just then a knock on the door and Charlie went and met Shelby and Devin and led them into the bathroom.

"Damn, Chase, this looks bad," Shelby said, as she entered the bathroom with her little black bag, "Ok, I need room, everyone out while I take care of Chase."

Charlie, Devin, and a reluctant Daniel, left the bathroom and went into the living room.

"Hi, I'm Devin," he said to Daniel, "This is some shit ain't it?"

"Yeah, thanks for coming."

"This has happened way too often. His dad should be put away somewhere. Why the hell Chase doesn't just kick his ass, is beyond me," Devin said.

"Well, Daniel here, talked Chase into moving in with him, so he wont have to go back to that fucker's house, again," Charlie said.

"Great, Daniel, glad he's going to move in here. I am sure we will be seeing a lot of you then," Devin replied.

"Yeah, I am sure we will." Daniel said, getting a bit embarrassed at the attention he was getting, so he tried to change the subject.

"Charlie let me get you something clean to wear," Daniel said, looking at his blood stained Tee Shirt. Daniel went into this bedroom and got a clean shirt and handed it to Charlie.

"Thanks man," Charlie said as he took off the blood stained shirt, "I guess I could throw this away."

"You have blood all over your chest and arm, Charlie, come into the kitchen and I will clean you up."

Daniel and Charlie went to the kitchen sink where Daniel took a kitchen towel and wet it in hot water and started to clean his chest. Daniel noticed for the first time that Charlie had great body.

"Thank you Charlie, for being there for Chase."

"Yeah, I always try to be there for him," Charlie said.

Daniel put his arms around a stunned Charlie, "I hate to think what would have happened if you weren't."

"You're an ok, guy, Daniel," Charlie said hugging Daniel tighter.

"Thanks," Daniel said, breaking away for the hug. He then finished drying Charlie's body and Charlie put on the clean Tee shirt.

They went back into the living room with Devin.

"Chase talks about you all the time, Daniel. Glad we finally meet."

"Same here Devin, Chase talks about you all the time too."

"Well they are all lies," Devin said in an attempt to be funny. Daniel smiled.

"Seriously, though, Chase and I go back a ways,"

Just then, Shelby came out of the bathroom with Chase. She had put a butterfly stitch over his eye and cleaned and bandaged his other cuts and bruises.

"It looks worse than it actually is," Shelby said, "His cute nose isn't broken, thank god. Right now he needs rest. I gave him a sleeping pill. His eye will be swollen for a while and will look worse before it gets better. His lip probably will too."

Chase sat down on the couch, his face looked battle scared and puffed-up. His head was hanging down.

"I'm sorry guys for all this trouble," Chase said sadly.

"Hey, don't worry about it, bud," Devin said, as he sat down next to Chase and put his arm around him, "where here for you when you need us. We always will be."

"He needs rest right now," Shelby said to Daniel, "Oh, hi Daniel sorry, I'm Shelby, Chase said he will be staying here tonight."

"Chase is not going back into that house with that crazy lunatic, he's moving in here with me."

"Good, he should have moved out of that house a long time ago," Shelby said.

"Ok, let's all get the hell out of here and let Chase rest." Devin insisted.

Charlie went up to Chase and knelt down in front of him and whispered were only he and Chase could hear, "You have a good man there, Chase, let him take care of you."

"I know, and Charlie, thanks for helping me," Chase said as he tried to hold back tears.

Charlie put his arms around Chase and whispered in his ear, "I love you Chase."

Chase whispered back, "I love you too."

"Daniel," Charlie said, as he stood up, "if you need any help just give me a call."

"Same for us," Devin said.

"I will and thank you all so much."

Charlie, Devin and Shelby got their things and headed for the door. They said their goodbyes to Chase one more time.

"Thanks all of you, really," Chase said.

"Nice meeting you Daniel, glad Chase has someone to take care of our boy for us," Shelby said, as they all left the house and got into their cars and drove away.

Daniel went to Chase, sat down on the couch next to him and wrapped his arms around him.

"You have great friends," Daniel said.

"Yeah, I know, they are always there for me."

There was silence for a minute.

"You must hate me," Chase said.

"Why would I hate you Chase, I could never hate you. I love you too much to hate. Come on let's go to bed."

Daniel started to get up, but Chase just sat there, "Oh, Daniel, why does my father hate me so much, why?" Chase couldn't hold back the tears anymore. He just sobbed in the arms of the man he loved. Daniel just kept saying to him that everything would be ok from now on.

When Chase calmed down a bit, Daniel helped him up off the couch. Chase winced in pain as he limped into the bedroom. Daniel removed Chase's clothes and laid him down on the bed. Daniel undressed and laid down next to his embattled lover.

"Daniel, make love to me? I need to feel something other than pain. I need to feel your love."

Daniel didn't say anything; he just threw the blanket off of Chase's naked body revealing his soft cock.

Daniel sat himself in between Chase's legs and ran his hands over Chase's body. When his hands got to Chase's stomach, Chase jumped with a sharp pain.

"Sorry, are you ok?"

"Yeah, I forgot about the kick in the stomach. It was almost my balls."

"That fucking bastard," Daniel said, "Are you sure you want me to continue this, babe?" Daniel said referring to their lovemaking.

"Yeah Please."

"I will be gentle and more careful."

"I know Daniel, you are good to me."

Daniel's cock started to rise, as his hands got closer to Chase's soft dick. He wondered if Chase would be able to get an erection with all the pain he is going through. Daniel was going to stop but he decided to continue for a little while longer.

Daniel ran his hand through Chase's bush, leaned down, and put his soft dick in his mouth. Daniel felt movement and started his up and down motion, stretching the soft dick in hopes it would harden to its fullest. He didn't have to wait long.

Chase let out a gasp as he realized his lover had aroused him and for a short time would make him forget his pain. He knew he could count on Daniel to get him through this. Chase moaned as he felt Daniel warm mouth on his engorged member.

"Fuck, babe,...damn," Chase said, his swollen lip made it difficult to understand what he was saying. His breathing getting more and more labored. Still he wondered if he would be able to cum.

Daniel kept his mouth on Chase's cock, moving up and down, determined to taste his hot jizz and to satisfy the man he loved.

Daniel's hands began to roam all over Chase's body, avoiding that spot on his stomach as much as possible. His hands stopped at Chase's nipples where he flicked them with his finger. Chase gasped again.

With Chase's dick in his mouth, Daniel looked up to Chase just as Chase was looking down at him with his one good eye. The site was all Chase's needed; he was close to cumming and didn't want to stop it.

"Fuck, Daniel,...cumming," Chase whispered just as his first wave entered Daniel's mouth. The sweet juices of Chase's cock slid down Daniel's throat. Daniel loved the taste and never could get enough. Chase finally stopped cumming and Daniel release his member from his mouth.

He moved up to his lover, pulled the covers over their bodies and cuddled closer to Chase as he heard Chase's rhythmic breathing of deep sleep. The pills Shelby gave him had taken affect.

To Be Continued