This is a fictional story. It is based on the few experiences and many fantasies of the author. If you are really into graphic sex, it may not satisfy your purpose for coming here. If you like to hear of real love and real teen angst, with a little sex thrown in, you are in the right place. There may be some amount of graphic sex between males. If this is objectionable to you, or you are legally too young to be here, you are cordially invited to press your back button.
Characters: Robert E. Lee Balser
Gunther Hasslebom
Christopher Allen Gary
Dennis Andrew Miggs
From Chapter 2:
I had just asked Denny to move in to my house. He put me off, which really hurt my pride, but then - - -
Finally, he said, "Uh -- could I uh -- well -- could I think about it for a little while?"
Well, at least it wasn't a direct "No". I was crestfallen. "Next weekend", I started again, "is when Jake, Colin and the kids are coming to the Smith's. Do you still want to go with me? It's okay if you need some space."
Okay with whom? Not me! Well, I couldn't tell him that!
"NOOoooo! Rob, please don't -- I mean -- I don't want you to -- (SiGH!) Rob, of COURSE I want to go with you. NOTHING has changed. I just want to think about your -- your -- invitation. That's all. I still I - I still love you! I'm still committed to you."
"So -- we're on for next weekend?" I asked again.
Denny came to me, and he put his arms around my neck, lifting his face up to mine and he kissed me deeply. I pulled him in closer and felt the warmth of his body from me face to my feet. He was on his tiptoes, and I grabbed his butt, and pulled him off his feet and up to me. He lay his head on my shoulder and said, "Does that answer at least your last question?"
It did. He was not only going -- he still loves me. I guess I just freaked him out a little.
Chapter 3
I went up to Denny's dorm room with him. He knocked, just in case he might be interrupting anything important. "Come in!" was the answer.
We walked in and Tad was standing near the door. I could hear that Randy was peeing behind the bathroom door. Tad was in his boxers.
"Hey!" Tad said. Tad stands almost eye to eye with Denny, but is built more powerfully. Denny is better looking, though. Randy came out of the bathroom and stopped dead still when he saw us. I guess he didn't hear us come in. He was at naked and was at first jiggling his penis up and down. He looked horrified when he saw us! We all roared! He turned red, but started to laugh too.
"Well, either I better get something on -- or you guys have to strip down!" he said as he went to his drawer to pull out some skivvies.
"NOOOooooo!" Tad exclaimed! "I liked the second idea better!" We all laughed, but he didn't look like he was joking.
"You have to excuse Tad," Randy said, "he's 18 and a real horn dog!"
"Randy's not kidding!" Denny said. "But, as a matter of fact, I seem to remember that you are not all that opposed to group action, Randy!"
Randy blushed. "I -- I've only done it that one time."
"Yeah!" Tad said. "And look me in the eye and tell me that you didn't like doing both Denny and me at once!"
"Wha -- aat?" I said, looking from one face to another. Denny was looking chagrinned and embarrassed. I felt bad, because it brought the whole party to a dead stop. After all, I had no right acting like I had some say in what went on in Denny's life before we decided to be a couple.
"Ummm -- maybe an explanation is in order here." Randy said.
"Not necessary", I said looking apologetically at my sweetie pie.
"But I want to explain, Rob." Denny said.
I really didn't care. I knew he was more experienced than I. But it sounded like it was important to him.
"We just -- well -- I mean -- we just experimented a bit while we were -- I mean last year while we were -- I mean we still ARE roommates and all, but -- shit, I'm just digging deeper aren't I?" Denny was turning deep red.
"You're doing fine," I said. "And you are very cute!"
"I just didn't want you to think it was more than once. It wasn't."
"It was so hot!" Tad added.
" -- and I never want to do it again!" Denny said.
"Awww!" Tad cried, "You mean no four-sies for us tonight?"
"Yeah!" Denny quipped, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "You two on that bed, and Rob and I on this one!"
"OKAY!!!" Cried Tad. Randy was clearly amused by the whole thing.
"I was joking, Tad!"
"I knew that!" he said, sounding hurt. Then he added, "I wasn't, though!"
"I'm sorry Rob!" Denny said.
"About what?" I asked.
"I know this must be so childish and even maybe disgusting to you!" He looked at me, his eyes begging for forgiveness.
"Actually, I've done it -- and it is pretty hot!" I said. Three mouths and six eyes popped open! "I've done group wanks with the guys -- even done it while two of them were doing each other!"
"KEWL!" said Tad.
By that time, Randy was smiling, but poor Denny's mouth was still hanging open!
"I'm not against sex, Denny. I wouldn't do any more than a TWO-some, but it is hot when others are -- doing it -- what can I say."
"You mean," Denny said, "You would be willing to - - "
"Do no more than we have done," I said, "but when other guys are doing it -- it is pretty hot!"
"You surprise me with something new every day!" He said.
"I could say the same." I continued, "I had no idea you are so Victorian!"
"I -- uh -- I -- well, fuck me!" he was laughing and shaking his head. "Okay, let's do it!"
"YESSSSS!" Tad screeched! As he bent over and made a victory fist. Randy was by this time grinning ear to ear. Denny had an "I dare you" look on his face.
"Okay!" I said. "But another time. I have to get home and to bed now -- too late for this old man!"
Tad's and Randy's faces dropped! Denny actually looked relieved. I grabbed Denny's hand. "See you guys later, huh?"
"Definitely, Dewd!" Tad crooned! I think I scored some points with Tad!
I pulled Denny out with me. He walked me to my car. "So -- so -- you -- you -- really would consider that?" He said.
"Consider what?" I said in mock innocence.
"Don't screw with me! Any more than you already have! You've done this before -- really?
"Lots of times. Does that bother you? And besides that -- I've many more times than that, timed my wank to finish at the same time as Chris and Craig, in the other room. The walls are super insulated, but they made a lot of noise."
"Hmmm. They don't seem the type!"
"What type?"
"They're both so quiet -- and cool!"
"You don't know them yet!" I answered. "And Seth and Luke too! I've just never done anything with anybody else while they were doing it. Only with myself. I wouldn't mind trying it."
I made to get in my car. He grabbed me in a very warm, close hug. "Aren't you worried someone may see us?"
"Naw. They know! Unless it bothers you!" he said.
"No, but I don't want anything to happen to you." I warned.
"Nobody bothers me!" And he gave me a peck on the lips. Then he looked down lower on my anatomy. I got in the Vette and started it up. VROOM! "Heh! Looks like you are looking forward to our foursome!" he hollered, just as it was revving down. You could have heard him at the stadium.
"Shhhh!"
"Don't worry" he said.
"I do worry, though."
"Byeee!"
I drove off wishing he had given me his answer -- and that the answer was yes! When I got home, I was walking in from the garage. My cell phone rang. "Hello?"
"Rob?" I didn't recognize the voice.
This is Rob. How did you-"
"This is Randy. Denny's been hurt! Bad!"
"Oh no! Attacked?"
"Yeah! How -- how did you know?"
"SHIT!" I didn't normally cuss, but I was so upset that I didn't insist he come with me after -
"Can you come back?"
"I'm on my way. Get him to the hospital!"
"He won't go!" Well, at least he was cognizant enough to fight it.
"Just stay with him. I'll be there in 15 minutes!"
Shit! Shit! SHIT! I felt so strongly that he was in danger! Why did I leave him?! Why?!!! Wow, that's the first time I ever laid rubber in my car. Please God, let him be alright! PLEASE!
When I got there, nothing looked out of place. I went in the dorm outer door. "Your pretty fag boy isn't so pretty any more!" A voice behind me slurred. "We made sure of that!" I turned and two guys were coming at me. I don't know if I could have taken them both if they weren't drunk. But I hit the first one in the gut and he couldn't breath at first, but when he did he threw up big time.
Then the other saw blood in his friend's vomit and he attacked me with renewed energy. I bruised my hand on his jaw. I heard a cracking sound. He was down. I ran to the guys' room. The door was open and several of their neighbors were there. They were hovering over my Denny. His face was a mess. The smell was horrible. He had thrown up, and also lost control of his bowels. Tad was saying, "Denny, you HAVE to go the hospital!
"NO! NO!" he cried, "I can't!" I don't want Rob to find out -- I just - " he then passed out. I don't think he ever saw me. I bent down close enough to make sure he was breathing. He was.
"Any bones broken?" I asked anyone. "Where did it happen?"
"Don't know" said one. "I think outside" said another.
"Damn it! How did he get here?" I demanded, exasperated.
"He walked this far." Randy said. "He only collapsed after he got into the room."
"Okay, then he is at least ambulatory. Hold his head and neck secure!" I ordered as I took him into the bathroom. I felt like, if he got himself this far, that I could at least clean him up before taking him to the hospital. I took him in to the shower and turned it on. I ran the water over his head, which seemed to have gotten the worst of it. I cried as the water washed off the blood and already his skin started to turn greenish blue. I could see that his nose was broken, so with the help of Randy and Tad, we got his clothing off and rinsed the rest of him off, then wrapped him in a blanket.
"Grab some clothes for him and lets go!" I said
He opened his eyes and said, "Oh, hi, Rob. I didn't expect you to come back!" and he smiled. He was in shock. He couldn't feel the pain yet. I held him while Randy drove Denny's car to the Hospital. When I carried him in, the nurses cleared the way. It was obvious that this was the worst case they had at the moment. I laid him down on a gurney and they wheeled him away. I followed, telling Randy to give his info at the emergency desk.
The doctor said, "How long ago did this happen?"
"Maybe 45 minutes ago." I answered.
"Why wasn't he brought here sooner?"
"They tried, but he refused. It wasn't until I got there, and he passed out that I insisted we bring him."
"Well, I'm probably going to have to wait on the nose now. Too late to set it. And I don't want to risk any more trauma or infection that close to the brain." He seemed to be almost asking permission.
"Whatever it takes, Doc. I just want him -- to -- be -- okay!"
Each time Seth was in the hospital, I was devastated. When he tried to commit suicide, I wondered what there was that I could have done. Then recently when he had the stroke, caused from the earlier fall, I again was in so much turmoil!
Now this. I feel worse about this than anything. I could have saved him from this. I had a bad feeling when I left him. I started to quietly cry.
"This your brother?" The doc asked.
"No my -- my -- best friend."
"He'll be okay. His nose will never be straight again, but after it heals and we are sure -- what's his name?"
"Denny."
"When we're sure Denny is strong, we'll have to go back and break his nose and reset it."
My tears increased. I looked up at the doc through very wet and red eyes. "Thanks, Doc!"
Randy had called Denny's parents. They were here by the time he was in a room. The doc wanted to keep him overnight for observation.
"Who did this and why?!" Mr. Miggs demanded. As far as I knew, Denny's dad did not know he was gay. His mom knew, and maybe his dad guessed it, but I didn't feel it was my place to tell them -- him! No one gave any explanation until finally Randy spoke up.
I held my breath.
"There are these jerks that are in our dorm, and - "
"I guess I better call Ray again!" I found out that Ray was a District Attorney who helped out Randy before I knew the guys.
"Uh," Randy sputtered, "I -- I don't think -- uh -- well, - uh -- do you think Ray has any jurisdiction here?"
"No, but I'm sure he knows someone!" Mr. Miggs said.
"I -- uh -- think maybe you ought to -- uh -- talk to Denny first. He -- ah -- maybe he will not -- I mean -- " Randy was really sweating this.
"What are you trying to say, Son?" Mr. Miggs had helped "save" Randy from his own violent dad.
I decided to put in a word. "Uh -- well, maybe Denny -- well -- it could be -- possibly -- that he, um - "
"Do you boys know something that you aren't telling me?"
"It's just that." I hedged, "Maybe he provoked this guy -- or something."
"What? Not Denny! He's just not the kind of boy that would ever do that!" Mr. Miggs said.
Mrs. Miggs was bending over Denny, crying. "Dear -- Don't!" she said.
"What? Why?"
"Denny just opened his eyes for a moment. He must have heard you yelling." She gave Mr. Miggs a withering look. "He said -- `Dad -- please don't.' He didn't finish what he was trying to say before he went back to sleep."
"Well, I INTEND to get to the bottom of this!"
"Denny is an adult now, Dear. He has to make some of these decisions himself." She shot a concerned look at me. I was sure that she knew and was trying to protect Denny -- and maybe me!
"I STILL am the one paying for his education!" Mr. Miggs said. "So I feel like he still can answer to me!"
Mrs. Miggs got his attention and looked scathingly at him, then sympathetically at all of us.
"Sorry boys -- er -- men! I'll wait and speak to Denny when he wakes up." Mr. Miggs said.
"That may not be until tomorrow morning, Sir." The doctor came back in. "I gave him a pretty heavy sedative, once I knew it was safe and he was out of danger. He should be allowed to sleep for awhile."
"Um," I started, "If you want, I will bring him home tomorrow, assuming he checks out then. My schedule is pretty flexible."
Mr, Miggs looked like he was getting ready to respond, when Mrs. Miggs said, "That would be wonderful dear. Let me know and you can have lunch -- or dinner with us -- whenever you bring him."
I saw both Randy and Tad relax once she said that. "I'll call you and let you know." I said.
"There shouldn't be a problem," the doc said, " barring any unforeseen complications, he can check out before 10:00 in the morning."
"I'll be here at nine!" I said.
"I'll come home for lunch." Mr. Miggs said.
"Maybe you can go in early and get a long lunch, Dear. We better go so you can get a good night's rest. You boys watch over my Dennis, now. Good bye!"
"Bye, Mr. and Mrs. Miggs." I said. "Drive carefully!"
As soon as they were out the door, I felt something graze my hand. I looked down and Denny had touched me. He was looking at me.
"Hi." I said.
"Thanks for covering for me." He said weakly. "I don't know what I am going to tell them tomorrow."
"You mean you heard all that?"
"Yeah. I just didn't feel strong enough for a confrontation right now."
"No SHIT!" Randy said. "Listen, we need to get back to the dorm -- studies and all. But --- maybe we should go tomorrow too."
"I'll call and tell Denny's mom." I said. They left.
"Visiting hours are over in five minutes, sir." The nurse said.
"Is there any chance that I could sleep in the chair there?" I asked.
"Well, that's not the usual way we - "
The doctor was outside. He popped his head in. "Nurse, get the boy a rollaway!"
"Yes, Doctor!" She seemed perturbed. But she returned pushing a rolling lounge chair that made out flat into a bed. I held Denny's hand until he went to sleep. I lightly kissed his cheek -- he smiled. I then lay down and stared at the ceiling most of the night. Denny started moaning once. The night nurse came in and woke him up to give him a sleeping pill.
"Rob." It came as if floating from outer space or something. "Rob." I shook my head and woke up.
"Rob?" It was Denny. I bolted up and to his side.
"You're awake! How are you? How do you feel?"
He smiled weakly. "I hurt in places I didn't even knew were places! Oooch!" He gingerly felt his nose. "OW! Get me a mirror, Robbie." I always hated being called Robbie. But somehow when Denny said it, it had a sweet ring to it. And truthfully, it did make me feel a little younger. "Can I call you Robbie?"
"You can call me anything you want, Baby Boy!" A tear ran down my face. "Heh! There was a guy -- a roommate a couple years ago - Gunther -- Gunt -- He called me that. I hated it!"
"I'm sorry!" he said weakly.
"Nooo! It's fine. I kind of like it when you say it. I don't see a mirror anywhere in here, except in the bathroom." He started to get up. "No, Don't get up. It isn't worth the trip. It's bandaged so you can't see it anyway!"
"I gotta go pee!"
"Oh! Need some help?"
"Probably not -- but any thing from you is welcome." I carefully grabbed both hands. He grimaced as he sat up and then got to his feet. I held his hand and pulled him to the bathroom door. I pushed him gently in front of the toilet and then backed out and closed the door. "Ah -- uh! Ow!"
I was there in less than a second! "What is it Sweetie?" I was shocked that that term came out of my mouth. Sweetie? Whew!
"My -- I -- I can't -- it hurts to - " He was trying to reach his fly with his hand.
"Did they hurt your arms, Denny?" I asked.
"I don't think there is anything that they didn't hurt!"
I put my left hand around him from the back, pulling myself close up behind, and holding his chest, and holding his gown up. With the other hand I got opened his fly and held it while he tried to relax enough to let the pee flow. He couldn't. I then kissed his neck, and breathed on it through my nose.
"Uh -- uh -- ih - SIGH!" The pee started to flow! It was almost finished as he tried to crane his neck enough to meet my lips. All he accomplished was to pee all over the floor. "Oops!" he said and we both giggled. He turned back toward the toilet and I shook him off and then dropped the gown. It was of course open in the back. I couldn't resist tickling his butt! He giggled again.
It was only 7:30, but he was not going back to sleep. I called his roommates and then Mrs. Miggs. She said we all were welcome and thanked me for calling.
"Did you hear the whole conversation last night, Sweet -- er Denny?"
"You can call me Sweetie. I like it -- maybe only when we're alone? Anyway, I think I heard it all. I'm gonna tell him."
"Today?" I asked.
"Yeah."
"We'll all be there."
"That will make it easier."
"For you!" I said, before I thought about it.
"Oh! Don't you want me too?"
"No -- it's okay."
"I think that's why Randy and Tad are coming -- to give me support."
"I guess."
We were almost finished eating lunch. "Dad, what happened yesterday -- it was kind of my fault."
"I wondered when you were going to get around to telling us. What did you do to -- provoke them?"
"I -- uh -- hugged Rob."
I knew Mr. Miggs was no stranger to hugging. "So -- that brought on a beating like that?"
"Well -- maybe it was the way I hugged him. Maybe it was the kiss." Denny said.
"Yeah, well, who knows how someone will react to -- what? What kiss!? You what??!! You kissed Rob?!!?? Whatever for?" He looked at Denny, then at me for an explanation.
"Dad -- I -- I -- I'm gay."
"Wha -- NO! There must be some mistake. They THOUGHT you were gay!! Right?"
"No Dad. I am gay."
Mr. Miggs looked at me, then every other person around the table. "This can't be! Tell him! Tell him, Rob. He's mistaken!" He looked back to Denny. "YOU'RE NOT GAY, SON!!" He looked at me again. "ROB? A little help here! Tell him!"
"Dad -- I'm gay. And Rob? Rob's my -- my -- partner."
Mr. Miggs looked at the table and the floor for about 30 seconds. It seemed like an hour. Then he looked up at me. "Get out! Get out of this house! GET OUT OF MY HOME!!" I started to comply, but Denny grabbed me.
"Don't -- don't go -- yet."
"You -- you -- YOU!" Mr. Miggs rattled on, looking at Denny. You're no son of mine! As soon as you are well enough to get out, YOU are leaving too! At least I have your brothers! And Randy, here! He's more of a son than you are!"
Randy spoke up. "I'm gay, too, sir."
Dad looked from face to face like his world was comng to an end. When he got to Tad, he said, "Me too."
"Okay! All of you! Just get out! NOW!"
I could not be physically forced out if I didn't want to, but it WAS his home. I had to comply. Randy and Tad were almost to the door, Randy's face was full of tears. Tad just looked totally bewildered. I started to leave. Denny grabbed my hand. I tried to pull free and he yelled out. "OW! Ah -- oh - - - God, that hurt!"
"I'm so sorry!"
"Just go!" Mr. Miggs repeated.
"NO! He has to help me get my stuff." Denny said.
"What?" his dad said.
"I'm moving in with him."
"What? Not while I'm paying for your education! When did you decide this?" he demanded.
"I didn't.' Denny said, evenly. He grimaced as he stepped wrong. "You decided it for me!" Denny looked at me and smiled ever so slightly, and looking chagrinned. He started for his room. I followed. I closed the door. He slowly, painfully sat down on his bed.
"Rob, I could go back to school. He's only paying for my dorm, and a little tuition. My scholarship takes care of most of it. What I'm saying is -- I could go back there. Get a job -- as soon as I feel better -- in a week or so, I think. But -- I want to go with you."
He looked up at me, tears in his eyes. I swallowed hard. "You can stay as long as you need to -- Sweetie!"
"I mean -- I want to -- STAY with you!"
"You can decide that later. You're in too much of an emotional state right now."
"Maybe. But I know my mind. Telling my parents was the main reason I was holding back. I didn't realize this until a few minutes ago. I want to be with you. I want YOU!"
"Well, as long as you stay with me, you will concentrate on your studies!" I said emphatically. "No job to dilute your studies!"
He painfully got up and slowly limped over to me. He threw himself on to me, grimaced, then moaned.
"Take it easy, boy!" I warned.
"That did hurt! But - - it was worth it. You feel sooo good!"
I looked down at his bandaged face. I wanted to cry, thinking that his nose was going to have to be broken and reset. He did not know this yet. "I love you, Sweetie!" I said.
"Oh my god! I love you too, Robbie!" He put his face gingerly on my chest and hugged me as close as he dared.
Notes: Just when things are looking up - - - Comments are welcome. To Steve at s4d@hotmail.com. Please put "rob" in the subject box. Thanks and love! Steve