Hope that you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. We all need hero's and It's my hope that you find Dixon a suitable one. Of course, Toran is a hero as well, and so are both boy's parents.
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The next few days at school were a little strange. Toran and I were together almost constantly, providing a unified front. People basically gave us wide berth but eventually began talking to us. It started mostly with the girls and them saying how cool it was that we were boyfriends and all. With the boys it was the macho thing, where did I learn that shit and would I teach them. I said maybe. Friday came and I was asked to spend the night at Toran's house. It was a little uncomfortable at first, the parents not knowing what to say exactly and his younger brother and sister all but staring at both him and me. Finally we all had a talk. Toran's parents said that they had spent some time with my mother trying to get a handle on having a gay son first and foremost, and the sexual aspect secondarily. I knew all that because mom and I talked about it afterwards. Of course they expressed their concerns about the hygienic part of our relationship which translated to; they were worried about their son getting fucked up the ass and the pain involved there, although that isn't exactly how they said it of course. My had mother reassured them, explaining about tops and bottoms and versatility not to mention the fact that sex wasn't the only part of a gay relationship any more than it was for straights and that no matter who did what she knew me to be a gently boy with their son's safety and welfare a primary concern. She told them that I had come out to her three years before, we had the "big talk" about sex and since she couldn't prevent me from having sex, at least she could provide some general education. As a result she had told them, "Let's face it, pregnancy is the biggest concern parents have about teens having sex and we need not worry about that. Dixon is very careful, very considerate, very knowledgeable, but mostly, he talks to me. Frankly, I trust his judgment and I have had no reason not to. She encouraged them to do the same with both Toran and me, difficult though it would be at first. Anything less, and children run off, or hide, and I don't think that is what you want for your son." So, they relayed that to us, and asked that we not be overly demonstrative in front of the younger children, or when in public with the family. "It's going to take Time boys," Toran's father had said, "for all of us so we ask that you bear with us." In trying to accommodate their son, they had allowed Toran to move into the guest room downstairs, which had its own bathroom. I was sure that my mother had something to do with that. It was decided that the rest of family, adults included would not intrude into Toran's room unless invited and that Toran would be totally responsible for his own laundry from now on. We closed the door and turned his stereo on to a soft rock station and kept it low. We stood in the middle of the room, holding each other, just being together for the first Time in a week. It was so hard keeping my hands off of him at school but we both vowed that we would not be overly demonstrative there either. We didn't want to rock the boat, well, at least not too much more than we already rocked it. I reached down and pulled his shirt up enough to get my hands under it, to rub my hands on his warm bare skin. I rubbed in a slow circular motion, kind of like "wax on wax off" from his neck to his pants line. I stopped, pulled his shirt all the way off, did the same to my own and held him again, reveling in the warmth of his body. Then I stopped and undid my pants and let them fall and before stepping out of them did the same for him. We stepped out of them together, kicked them off to the side of the room and held each other again. I started a slow dance, moving gently to the music, Toran following my lead. A hand drifted down to his bubble butt and rubbed softly there before moving in under his boxers to the warmth of his flesh, kneading him tenderly. We continued to circle, we kissed, not with fervent passion but more like lovers who know each other well, not that we did of course. I knew Toran was uncomfortable having sex in his parents' house with them upstairs knowing we were downstairs doing it. I remember the first Time I did it at my house and it was weird. I needed to go easy with him and even if we didn't have sex, at least I was with him. He finally stopped us from moving and reached down to pull my cock out of my briefs then though better of it and dropped to his knees and pulled them down to the floor, my big cock poking out at him like a dangerous weapon. He gripped it, stroked it a few times, them put his mouth to the fat head and licked the precum off before putting it into his mouth. I moaned at the touch of Toran's tongue running over the slit while his hand continued to slowly stroke me, his other hand on my ass and pulling me to him. He swallowed about four inches of my dick, tried for a little more but it was too much and he began to choke. He went on though, bobbing in and out while I held onto his head, feeling the softness of his flaxen hair. After a few minutes I pulled away from him and encouraged him to stand. "My turn baby," I said, as I tugged at his boxers and allowed his rock hard teenage cock to spring out into the air. I led him to the bed and pushed him down on it, his legs draped over the side. I knelt between his smooth thighs and gazed for a second before I started to play. I lifted his soft hairless bag and tickled under it with one finger, going backwards until the beginning of his tender ass cheeks stopped me. Toran squirmed with delight, low moans escaping his mouth. I put my head in and licked at his sac, nudging his balls around with my tongue then moving to that sensitive crease of his leg and pubic bone. I licked there, moved up onto his hip and licked there. All of these spots were very sensitive on me and I was finding that they were for Toran as well. I lifted his legs, pushed them backwards and licked down from his nuts toward his hole. He smelled fresh there and I knew that, like me, he had showered shortly before I got there. I directed him to move farther onto the bed and after he did, I lifted the legs and pushed way back, rolling him up a little bit and giving better access to his tight little bud of muscle. I put my tongue and licked all around the area and over the muscle itself before trying to force my tongue inside of him. Toran was going crazy from the feelings that were pouring through his body. I stopped and went to my backpack, got my bottle of lube and slathered my finger as I walked back to the bed. I made Toran lay on the bed in regular head to foot position, and put his legs up. I got between them and slipped my finger into his butt up to the first knuckle. He gasped at the intrusion. I let him drop one leg and I lay down by him, my finger still inside of him, and licked at his cock before taking it into my mouth. I sucked it almost to the root and at the same Time slid my finger all the way inside his ass. If he was going crazy before, now he was out of control. I slowly finger fucked him while I suckled his boy cock, reveling as always in the texture of a boys dick, the feel of the skin against my lips, the head hitting the back of my throat. Fuck I loved this so much. My finger continued to move inside of him and I found his prostate and rubbed across it. Toran moaned loudly and I kept it up, kept rubbing the prostate and sucking his dick. His moans came faster along with his breath. "Oh god Dixon oh god Dixon oh shit oh fuck." He moaned and I felt both his prostate and his cock swell. "AAAAAGGGGHGHHHHHHH" he moaned and thrust his hips in the air as he dumped his seed inside of my willing and wanting mouth. I loved Toran's sperms. There was something different about it; his cum tasted better to me than any other boy I had eaten. I swallowed it all greedily, not wanting to lose a drop. There was something romantic about having his genes in my belly. I loved it. His cock finally ran out of steam and the feelings subsided as he dropped his slender little ass back to the bed, panting like a dog on a hot summer day. I slowly removed my finger from his ass and he grunted as it popped out. "Oh man Dixon that was hot, I never knew that could feel like that, what was it in my ass, that spot you kept hitting on that felt so, so good." I explained the prostate gland to him, what it did and how sensitive it was, although he already knew that. I reached down and grabbed a small hand towel from the floor beside the bed and wiped my finger then gently wiped Toran's hole. Like most boys, Toran had a cum rag but since he didn't need to worry about snoopy parents it was out and convenient for us. I lay back down on my side and Toran rolled onto his as well and we lay together, gently rubbing shoulders, heads, faces, just looking at each other. "I think I'm falling in love you Toran," I whispered. "I have this tingly feeling in my belly whenever I think about you and when I'm with you it's like, I dunno, I can't explain it. Perfect I guess." I kissed his lips. "I'm glad we're out Toran, I'm glad everyone knows. It'll be so much easier on us." Toran agreed but added that if it hadn't been for what I did at school we wouldn't be and because of that, he felt that virtually all of the other boys would be afraid to pitch us shit, and that was kind of not a way to be. I agreed with him but added, "Some will be afraid but maybe it will force them to get to see that we're real people just like they are. Their fear forces them to sort of set their prejudice aside, at least publicly." "Enough talk mister," Toran said with a smile. He kissed me then, our tongues meeting, licking at each other both inside and outside of our mouths. My boy then moved downward, stopping to suckle at first one nipple, then the other. His hand had already found my semi-hard cock and was stroking life back into it as he licked and sucked on my chest. He eventually found his way down to my thick cock head and lapped up the precum that was flowing out of it before taking it all into his mouth. He sucked on my cock, gently squeezing on my smooth balls before moving down and licking and sucking on them as well. Toran did what I did to him, licking in the leg crease, on the front of my pelvic bone, driving me nuts with feelings, before finding his way back up to my cock head. "I want to eat your sperms Dixon," he said, "but my mouth gets sore before you squirt." I told him I would jack off until just when I was ready to cum and he could take over, and began stroking on my boy toy lovingly. Toran was laying at an angle to me so I reached over him with my other hand and played with his cock and balls while I jacked off. It didn't take long, never does when I do it myself. "I'm almost there baby," I whispered and Toran took over, stuffing my cock into his mouth and stroking it vigorously. "Oh god Toran that feels so good, oh god baby, here it cums, get ready, oooooooooooohhhhhhhhhh fuuuuuccckk," I moaned as my fresh hot sperm shot into Toran's warm mouth. He kept stroking and I kept squirting and he couldn't swallow it fast enough and had to take his mouth away. I could understand though, I do make a lot of cum. He didn't stop jacking me though, keeping up with it till there was no more coming out. "Fuck Dixon," he said as me moved back along side of me, "you make so much cum I can't get it all. But it was sure fun what I did get," he added with a smile and he laid his head on my chest and rubbed softly on my belly. "I love your body so much Dixon." There was a long pause then he rolled to his belly and looked into my eyes, "I think I love you too Dixon. Something's going on anyhow and it sure feels good" and we kissed, long, deep, passionately. After we pulled away, Toran said he needed a shower so we went into the bathroom. It had a large tub so I asked him if he felt like soaking in a hot bath with me, which he readily agreed to. Once the water was run I climbed in then Toran got in and sat between my legs. We both laid back a little, and there we sat, my arms wrapped around him, holding my baby boy in the hot water. We stayed that way, not talking, until the water began to cool then drained the tub and showered off. The soak tired us both so we cuddled up in bed, kissed and hugged awhile and fell asleep in each other's arms. Oh man how I love that. The next morning at the breakfast table, Toran's dad was reading the paper, Toran and I were both drinking orange juice and waiting while his mother fixed bacon and eggs. As she poured his dad more coffee she said to Toran that she thought she heard the tub run the night before, thinking it strange since he hadn't taken a bath in years. "Ya mom," Toran said, "we decided to soak in a hot bath before going to sleep. It was kinda nice and relaxing." She seemed to consider that a moment then said to Toran's father rather whimsically, "You know John, we haven't done that in years," and turned back to cooking I swear to God, Toran's orange juice squirted clear across the table, I choked on mine, and Toran's father's head came from behind the paper long enough to give him a "See what you started now" look, before going back into hiding behind the sports page. The next month was uneventful, aside from the sex that Toran and I got to engage in. We spent every weekend together, alternating between the two houses, and had broached the subject with my mother about spending some weeknights together as well. She said it would depend on what my report card looked like. School was going ok, if not just plain good. Most of the student body had gotten accustomed to me as the new student and to "us" as a gay couple. Toran's friends remained his friends to a one and got to know me, accepting me on my own merit. Every once in awhile one of the boys would use the word fag within our hearing, then apologize, embarrassed by the use of what was a common term these days. Once I had made a teasing comment to one of our friends, like a put down, and in typical boy fashion and without thinking, he retorted with "Suck my dick," and before he could utter a word of apology Toran huggled to me and said to the boy, "No way, you go get your own boyfriend." The incident was a testimony to how many of the students were accepting of us. In gym class the coach had me lead stretching and warm up exercises a few Times a week and virtually all of the boys became comfortable with me in the required shower afterwards. I already had the nicest cock and the tightest body so I didn't really need to look at them, but they all looked at me. It even got to a point where some of them were comfortable with sexual bantering. "Nice ass Adams" and the boy in question would wiggle his butt at the rest of us. "Whoa there Johnson, you getting a little woody" and even if the boy being teased was getting a little hard, it was all in fun. A few of the boys would even ask me on the side about gay sex. "Doesn't it hurt" or "isn't it weird kissing a guy" or "I jacked off with another boy when I was younger, does than mean anything." I suddenly became the sex guru and tried to handle it all as best I could, and think I did ok. As I had predicted, a few kids came out to Toran and I, thanking us for being out, and even though some of them weren't ready to come out, others were and did. Of course it wasn't all roses. The bullyboys were still around and although they didn't have the balls to say or do anything to anyone in the school, their looks pretty well said it all. There were some other boys, homophobic of course, who aligned with them but no one did anything other than give us nasty looks. In the event that any of them were considering any kind of action, a different event at the end of the month reminded everyone what I was capable of. I entered an open martial arts competition in the state capitol city, signing up in the junior division for sparring, weapons and forms. Toran's family and my mom all went as well as some friends from school. On Monday, the front page of our local paper blared out "Local boy wins martial arts competition." It went on to tell about me and that I had taken first in sparring and forms, second in weapons and had some pictures of me standing with my trophies. The word had gotten around school a little bit that day, but Tuesday was fuckin crazy. Everybody, teachers and students alike were congratulating me and I barely got a moment's quiet. Toran did well with all of the attention paid to me, and I made sure cause I asked him. A week later, on a Saturday, was my fifteenth birthday. We had a party at my house, Toran's family and some friends of our was all. It was a lot of fun and ended early so Toran, mom and I watched "A Beautiful Thing" and ate popcorn. Toran and I were cuddled up at one of the sofa, he having gotten comfortable being romantic around my mom. It was Toran's first Time seeing the film and he cried at the end, happy tears of course. After the movie we kissed mom g'nite and went upstairs. We showered, playing as usual and working ourselves, if not into a frenzy, at least into a heightened state of sexual arousal. Laying on the bed a few minutes later, we were kissing and hugging, fondling and stroking and Toran said, "Are you ready for your last present from me baby?" He gave my hard cock a couple of squeezes and said softly, "I want you to put this inside of me Dixon. I'm ready to go there with you." We had talked about fucking, had stuck fingers inside of each other but just hadn't gotten around to actual intercourse. I could have had Toran fuck me at any Time but I didn't want to push anything with him, I wanted him to get to those places on his own. "Are you sure baby boy," I whispered back to him, "You don't have to do that you know." He smiled and nodded then said, "I know, but I want to, and really I need to and right now is the Time for me." I didn't speak, but took him fully in my arms and kissed him, on the lips, his neck, I kissed and blew in his ear. Moving downward, I stopped and suckled his nipples, one at a Time, which I knew he loved. I continued downward until the head of his rock hard boy cock poked me in the cheek and still I moved farther south stopping at his light brown pubic bush. I kissed him there, nuzzling his hairs with my lips and moved outward onto the face of his hip and kissed and licked there. Toran's breathing had quickened considerably as I moved down his slim firm body. I turned my body sideways and licked down along the crease of his inner leg, nosing his soft smooth balls out of the way with my nose then turning my head, I licked on the delicious hairless bag in front of me. Keeping my face stuffed into his crotch, I got to my knees so that I could continue my journey southward into his ass crack and then his tight puckered little hole. Spreading his legs, I did just that and because it was difficult to really get in there, I encouraged him to roll toward me so that he was almost on his belly, but not quite, and had me sort of scissored between his legs. Now his crack was facing me, only inches away. I fucking loved this view of him, his balls hanging down, the tender underneath of them exposed, and his ass, his wonderfully delightful boy butt waiting to be opened like an oyster and eaten like the delicacy that it was. I stuck my tongue out and flicked it at the space of smooth skin between his ass hole and his bag. Toran moaned loudly and began "Oh god-ing" and "Oh fuck-ing" and Oh man-ing" as I licked up and down, washing that smooth area. I licked up into the crack but had not opened it yet, choosing to wait and continuing to lick and suckle him. Finally I placed my hands on each cheek of his bubble butt and gently opened them, exposing his muscle, and put my lips to it as if to kiss it. And then I licked. I licked all around it, across it, tried to get my tongue inside of him. Toran's litany of noise grew louder and still I licked and slurped onward. I needed my baby boy to be hotter than he had ever been before. Stuffing my big hard cock into him was going to hurt and I wanted the pain to be as minimal as possible and I knew that the hotter a boy was, the easier it was to take. God knows I was hot, oh man. I was doing one of my favorite things, licking and slurping his ass and balls and if my cock got stroked right now I would blast in seconds. "Oh fuck Dixon, oh god, that feels so good, oh god Dixon, put your finger in me, finger fuck me Dixon oh man." I told him to hand me the lube and he did so I got my finger slathered up and slipped it inside of him and fingered him while I kept on licking at his nuts. I slipped two fingers in, a first for him, and he gasped as his hole was stretched wider. It didn't seem to hurt him at all, only made him hotter. Soon he was ready, and he told me so. "Put it in me Dixon, put your cock in me, I'm ready for you to fuck me, oh god Dixon please do it now." I moved quickly from between his legs, my finger staying inside of him and moving across his prostate. With one hand I popped the top on the lube and poured some on my cock then smeared it up and down the length of my shaft. I slipped the finger out of Toran's hole and immediately put my cock head there and pushed. The head slipped in past the muscle easily but Toran cried out a little and I stopped and waited for him to adjust. It took a good minute. "Ok," he finally whispered, "go inside me Dixon." I watched, like always, mesmerized as inch after inch of my big teenage cock disappeared inside his body until my hairs touched his pale skin. I drew back out slowly about half way then moved back inside of him, picking up speed after the first few Time, and finally coming almost all the way out before driving back inside his ass. "Oh god, oh god Dixon," he moaned and I knew that I needed to stop. I wanted to make love to Toran and see his face as I slid in and out of him. "I'm gonna come out of you baby boy," I said huskily and before he could respond I was out. He rolled over automatically to see what was going on and I positioned myself between his legs and pushed them up and back. No words were needed, he knew what I was doing. I put my fat cock head back against his hole and slipped back inside, Toran groaning as I did so. I leaned forward and put my hands on the bed by his head, his arms draped over my forearms. He was rolled back, his ass upright, allowing me to drive down into him and I did. His eyes were half closed and glazed over, lust and hormones pouring through his body and I began moving inside of him, drawing out and pushing back inside, burying all seven inches of rock hard cock into him. As I looked into his eyes, I knew then that I loved him, with all my heart, and knew that I would do anything for him. I leaned down and kissed his soft lips as I fucked him, his grunts and groans escaping around our lips. I also knew that I was going to cum soon and told him to lube his hand and jack his cock so that maybe we could cum together. He did as I asked and reached between us with a lubed hand and began stroking. "Oh fuck Dixon, I'm almost there, I'm gonna cum Dixon." "Me too baby boy, me too." "Oh god Dixon fuck me hard, fuck me hard." "I love you Toran, I love you so much." "Oh god oh god ohgod ohgod ohgodohgod" "Oh fuck oh shit" "AAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH" we both yelled out together, his sperm gushing out all over his front and my sperm filling his bowels as my balls unloaded what felt like a quart of quality fresh hot boy cum. I strained up onto my toes, pushing with all my might to give him every little piece of me that I could and grinding my ass back and forth causing both of us to continue to cry out in exquisite bliss for the next twenty seconds or so. In Time, both of our bodies began to relax as the convulsion of our climaxes died away. I allowed my self to lie on Toran, although I supported most of my weight. Toran told me to relax all of my weight on him so I did, slowly, until he was supporting all of me. "That feels good Dixon, having you on me like that. You aren't all that heavy really. I like having you on me, makes me feel kind of secure like, or something." He rubbed my back and kissed on me a little bit and we both kind of groaned as my cock softened and squished out of him. "That was so awesome a feeling Dixon, you making love to me like that. It hurt at first but then it got to feeling really good and when we came, oh man, I think it may have been the best cum I have ever had. I want to try going inside you sometime too Dixon but I think I will like this better, being a bottom, specially for you." I didn't tell you I had a copy of The Joy Of Gay Sex and Toran and I had been reading it in bed together so he was learning the terms and the things that gay boys do. And loving it I might add. Funny thing though, he still hadn't rimmed me, just wasn't ready for it I guess. We got up and went into the shower and washed, tenderly I might add. Much as he liked me fucking him, his bottom was sore. Then we went downstairs for some more ice cream and cake. Mom was up watching TV as we went through and I thought I caught her wink at Toran out of the corner of my eye but paid it no mind. Later, in the living room while we were eating I got the impression that something was going on between the two of them that I was left out of. I couldn't imagine what. Later back in my room I told Toran what I was feeling and he smiled at me. "I hope you don't get mad Dixon, but I kind of talked to your mom a little bit about wanting you to go inside me and that I was nervous about it and all. She helped me with it by talking to me so that is why I was ready to do it tonight, cause it's your birthday." He smiled at me and kissed me and hell no, I wasn't mad at him. I didn't think I could ever be mad at Toran, I loved him so much. I couldn't figure out though, when he had the Time to talk with her. "Easy," he said, "when you are outside working out and doing your forms." Of course, how stupid of me. I worked out every day, doing stretches, forms and weapons work. Sometimes Toran worked out with me, sometimes he watched me, and other times he was in the house and I thought, in my room. That he was talking to my mom about sex, specifically about fucking, was a pretty good indication that he felt comfortable with her. After the debacle at school, I started teaching Toran some self-defense stuff. Like I said in the very beginning, he was a little bit girl-ish, so physical kinds of things weren't of much interest to him. He did manage to get to get into it though and worked out with me most of the Time. His confidence was building, as was his overall strength and abilities. Along with Fall came the Halloween dance that Toran and I planned on attending as a couple. I decided to go as a wild assed punker type guy, he considered going as a girl but figured that was a little too predictable. He settled on being an old man, complete with a long walking stick. My mom had done a stint as a make up artist while working her way through school so helped us with stuff. I found a brilliant wild red wig, some old leather jacket and gnarly pants. I didn't have any heavy boots so settled for some Doc Martin low tops. Around my waist as a belt, was a manrikigusari, a Japanese fighting chain. About thirty eight inches long, each end was a steel handle about four inches long. It was odd enough looking that it worked perfect for my costume. It also came in handy as a self defense weapon before the night was out. The dance and party went great, although neither Toran nor I won any prizes, but we socialized and danced together, even with a few girls, although not the slow dances. Those were for us. It was further testimony to our acceptance that during one fast dance seven or eight other boys joined Toran and I as a group, just like the girls were wont to do with each other from Time to Time. The dance got over at ten thirty so afterwards a bunch of us walked down to the local burger place and hung out, those of us without driver's licenses waiting for parents to pick us up. We were staying at Toran's that night so his dad was gonna get us about eleven. We were outside the place, about fifteen of us in our group, talking and joking and eating then my name was called, and not pleasantly. I turned to see Brian and the Twins, along with two other guys I had never seen before. I found out later they were cousins of Brian's that he had brought over for the "occasion", that being, the ass kicking of one Dixon Bennett. Since three of them had bottles in their hands, I assumed they had been drinking. That had it's advantage's, their speed and coordination would be hampered, not to mention their judgment which was also a disadvantage since that was why they were here and picking a fight, in public, with a ton of witnesses. I whispered to Toran asking if he felt confident enough to use the cane, since I had been giving him some lessons in how to use a staff and other stick like things to defend himself with. He nodded that he did. I got up and moved toward the parking lot where the bullyboys were coming from, wanting to stay away from bystanders who would just get in my way. "I don't want to fight with you Stevenson," I said, "go home." "Go fuck yourself faggot, I ain't leavin till you pay for my hand." One of the bigger boys who was with us piped up, "Pretty chicken shit aren't you Brian, five guys against one." One of the twins responded with, "Well Bobby boy, since you feel like siding with a fag, you'll be next, after his fag boyfriend that it." I was watching their action, same as before only with the two new guys on each side of Brian and slightly behind. One of them had a hand behind his back and I knew he had a weapon of some kind, a club, maybe a knife, even a gun was possible but not real likely. The twin on my left side reversed his bottle and broke it against a metal pole holding the neck and pointing the broken end as a weapon. The crown of people gasped collectively because now the game turned deadly. These boys meant to hurt me, and probably Toran, badly and I knew there was nothing short of the police that would stop them and the likelihood of that happening soon was shitty to none. The chain at my waist was slip knotted with the handles on my right and my hand sought it out. I circled toward my left, the twin on the right side moving toward where Toran was. I needed to get them bunched up, preferable kind of lined up behind each other. That way, I could pick them off one at a Time as they tripped over each other. I had extensive training in multiple attackers and the scenario was one I had to test in for all higher belt levels. I started to run left, the twin with the broken bottle fell for it and lunged, the hand with the broken bottle extended. I slipped the chain, keeping one handled end in my hand and whipped it out and down, the other handled end caught the wrist and started to wrap around it. I pulled, jerking the twin off balance and tearing the shit out of his wrist at the same time and pulling the chain back to me and in a figure eight swing, I brought it back around and caught the guy on the back of the head before he hit the ground. It happened in the blink of an eye, and the battle was on, but they were down by one. I didn't see it happen but I guess the other twin went for Toran who had the cane handle in his right hand, the other end loosely gripped in his left. As the boy was almost on him, Toran shot the cane through his left fist and using the fist as a guide, jammed the steel tipped end into the twin's throat. I had taught Toran that jabs were often more effective than strikes with a stick so worked him on that point. In any case, the boys' hands went to his throat and Bobby, the boy who had spoken up, grabbed the twin by his greasy hair and jerked him off balance, throwing him head first into the side of a large steel garbage bin. He directed two boys to keep on eye on the fallen bullyboy and commandeered two more to wade into the fray with him, their next target the newcomer closest to them. Brian and the remaining guy came for me and as I had suspected the guy had a weapon, a knife, which was now held at his side. He was right handed, which suited me perfectly. "Knife," I yelled at the top of my lungs. "Guy's got a knife." My three friends had mobbed their guy and had him on the ground, showing no mercy at all. Brian and his buddy has spread a little, three feet or so between them, coming in at a crouch, arms wide and knife boy now moving his knife hand back and forth slowly like a cobra. I dropped to one knee and whipped the chain in a swing. It was timed perfectly, as well it should have been since I had used it in competition often enough. The handle caught Brian solidly on the side of his kneecap with a crack so loud that I sounded like a break. He went down. And now it was me and knife boy. I stood up to my full height and began swinging the chain in a lazy figure eight and walked toward him. He continued to circle, swinging the knife. "Put the knife down," I said, "and all you'll get is a prison sentence. Keep the knife, you get hurt, and you get a prison sentence." He opted for the big deal of the day and charged me. I simply side stepped him and he went past me, while I pivoted on one foot and spun, whipping the chain out to it's full length, and the handle caught him on the opposite side of his face, coming from behind him and cracking the cheekbone and his nose. He managed to turn and come back, blood beginning to pour down the front of his face. I tossed the chain out of the way, deciding to deal with him unarmed. That seemed to give him a false sense of confidence, which I had intended. He came close enough to swing sideways at me and as I stepped just out of range, I brought my foot up underneath it, kicking the wrist and causing him to lose the knife. He elected to swing at me and I slap blocked the hand away and slammed his face with a back fist. He wasn't finished and tried another swing but he was slowing down. I caught the fist and the wrist and forcing the hand open bent it backwards while ducking in under him, twisting the arm and wrist back around until I heard the wrist bone snap. He screamed as he went down. I walked over to where Brian was writhing on the ground holding his knee. "Are you gonna give this up now Brian or are you gonna keep trying for me?" "Fuck you faggot," he said through gritted teeth. Two Johnstown police cars and a Sheriff's car came screaming down the street from the other direction, lights flashing sirens blasting and everyone turned their attention to the noise. I noticed that Brian's left hand, recently freed from the cast, was the top hand holding his injured knee. So I slammed my foot into, re-breaking it for him and probly causing more damage to his knee. Of course with the sirens and all, nobody heard his scream. I got to my knees and bent to his ear and said, "Last Time mother fucker. Next Time I will kill you" and I slammed my palm into the side of his nose breaking it. The sirens were still making all kinds of racket so no one heard that scream either. My uncle had told me a story once about rattlesnakes and how you don't take chances with em cause they'll kill you. He said that people like Brian and his friends were just like rattlers, you didn't take a chance with em, and while you couldn't always kill them like a snake, you had to make it clear to them that they were inferior to you. I sincerely hoped that this time the message was clear. If not, the next time someone would die. I got up, picked up my chain and re-wrapped it at my waist as I walked over to where Toran and our friends were gathering at the police and sheriff's cars and hugged Toran to me asking if he was all right. He hugged me back fiercely. "I was so worried about you Dixon oh man I was scared. But I did what you taught me; that was pretty cool huh?" Toran's father had pulled in right behind the police and came running up to us and wrapped his arms around us both. "Are you boy's okay, what happened here?" I started to tell him and the police came over and asked the same questions and in that order. I gave them all a brief run down and of course they were aware of the problem from the first attack at school. I made sure they knew about the broken bottle as well as the knife so one of the officers went immediately over and found both items and put them in evidence bags. An ambulance had been called as well and attendants were just now getting around to checking out my attackers and relaying the injury information to the police who didn't think to ask me how in the hell I had managed to dismantle three boys larger than myself who had weapons. Of course they knew I was a martial artist so must have figured I was a Bruce Lee or something. Anyway, I didn't volunteer the fact that I also was carrying and using a weapon. I guessed that if they found out they would ask me, and if they didn't, oh well. I didn't want them to take the chain as it was over a hundred years old. My friends who took care of the other guys came over and we talked about the whole affair and how they had beat the living shit out of the one guy. Apparently he had some brass knuckles on but hadn't had a chance to use em and the boys had broken the hand they were on so they would have to be removed at the hospital, the point being that the police would charge him with a weapons violation amongst other things. After about an hour, we were allowed to go and Toran's dad took us to their house. His mother fawned over both of us and made me call my mom who wanted me to come home. I told her that I really needed to be with Toran since it was both of us that were attacked and she relented, allowing me to stay. Toran's father, while not a proponent of violence, was grateful for my abilities and the fact that I had been teaching his son how to defend himself. He as much as said that we were likely to encounter adversity all of our lives because of our orientation so he felt better knowing that we could handle ourselves better than most. As a result of this experience, Toran would not balk at training with me as much as he had before and eventually turned into a pretty good martial artist himself. Toran and I were exhausted, it was after midnight now and for the first Time in our short relationship, we showered and went to bed with barely a kiss and falling instantly asleep in each other's arms. We even managed to get through the shower without raising a bone. I'm sure we both could have passed a plethysmograph test. The phone rang off the hook all day Sunday and of course school was a frenzy on Monday. The paper on Monday night said that the charges against Brian and his friends included aggravated assault, assault with a deadly weapon, assault with intent to kill, conspiracy to commit grievous bodily harm, various weapons charges and there was some probation violations and drinking charges as well. On top of all that it was classified as a hate crime and it was likely that all of them would get time in prison. The police asked me about my using a weapon, I showed them the chain but they didn't press the issue. Among the injuries were some broken hands and wrist, a broken knee cap, cracked cheek bone, broken noses, bruised larynx, broken ribs and a huge knot on the back of one twins head, possible fractured skull on the other one from the garbage bin. Good guys eight, bullyboys zip. Report cards came out and both Toran and I both made honor roll so we were allowed to spend some week nights at each other's homes. In fact, Toran's parents decided to take a weeks vacation and left us to watch his younger brother and sister who both had accepted me as part of the family. Once Toran had lost his anal virginity, we fucked almost every time we slept together and he finally rimmed and fucked me, all in one night. It had been one of those lazy Saturdays where we just hung out doin nothing much. In the shower before bed, he washed me very carefully and thoroughly. In bed, we ended up doing a sixty nine, me on top and straddling his face. He had been sucking on my cock and my balls were hanging there so he had been licking on the back side of them. I felt him pull on my hips, indicating he wanted me lower, so I dropped a little bit. When his tongue first hit my asshole it was like an electric shock. It was a tentative lick, exploring me softly. Once he discovered it was okay, he licked with a little more purpose and then he must have gotten into it because I felt his face buried in my ass and his tongue was licking and slurping like a dog who hadn't eaten in day. I could hear him moaning with pleasure and what he was doing and it was so intense that I just stopped doing anything to him. Finally I had to stop him. "God Toran, I want you to fuck me baby, I want your cock in me so bad." I whimpered. I was so hot and it had been so long since I had a cock inside me. We moved and Toran got the lube and prepared us both. I stayed on my belly, chest and head to the bed partially on my knees with my ass in the air. Time slipped his finger into me a couple Times and finger fucked me, running across my sensitive prostate for the first Time. I rolled onto my back and pulled my legs back, opening my asshole to him. He positioned himself, put his cock head to my anal muscle and pushed inward until his head passed though. "Don't stop baby," I moaned, "push it all the way in; stuff all of your hard cock into me." Toran pushed on until every inch of his delicious cock was stuffed up inside me. As I looked down all I could see was his brown pubic hairs against my skin. "Ooooohhhhhhh god" I moaned. "Oh man baby boy, fuck me, move your cock inside of me baby," and Toran began to move, pulling almost all the way out before stuffing it back inside. God he felt so good. He was kneeling, almost straight up so I put my feet flat on his chest like I had him do to me sometimes. He got the idea and lubed his hand then reached between us and grabbed onto my thick hard cock. As he fucked me it forced my dick in and out of his fist. It didn't take long before both us were blasting sperms out onto my chest and into my asshole, both of us moaning loudly. Afterwards, laying in post-coital bliss, Toran allowed as how he liked rimming my asshole and much to my delight said he would do it more often. He also liked fucking me but as he predicted some months before, he really liked being a bottom and although he would fuck me from time to time, cuz I really liked that too, mostly our roles were set. Christmas we spent with my family, having gone back home to visit for the first time since we moved. My family all knew I was gay and so accepted Toran with open arms. Because he had other youngsters in his family, Easter was spent with his family. We traveled to the capitol city for the holiday and although his other relatives had heard all about his being gay it was still a little strange for them to actually see us together. Things got a little dicey when an older cousin started being a little snippy at us but the kids father told him to stow it and when the kid kept it up his father told me, in front of him, to feel free to slap the shit outta the kid if I needed to, reminding the kid that he wasn't as big and bad as he thought he was. That settled that. Toran and I dressed in Tuxes and attended the big Spring dance and were voted cutest couple. There were a few other gay couples there as well, more of our peers electing to come out since ours was a safe school. We didn't start a club, didn't need to and that was way cool. I entered the state open martial arts competition and took first in all three categories. It was my last as a junior, the next year I was an adult black belt competitor. Toran actually entered junior novice weapons and placed third using a staff. The bully boys trial went off on schedule and everyone got Time. The twins got eighteen months, knife boy got ten to fifteen years, the other boy got three to five and Brian, the instigator only got two to five. Go figure. At the sentencing Brian tried a fake show of remorse but it failed. He just didn't have it in him. The tale goes on of course. Toran and I are still together and will graduate from high school in a month. We practically live together, our parents relenting and allowing us to alternate, staying at week at a time at each other's homes. Everyone in town knows it, no one seems to care and if they do, they keep it to themselves. We plan on going to college. Toran is considering Medical school with a plan to go into research. I'm gonna follow mom's footsteps I think, going into psychology. Our almost three years together has been mostly trouble free amazingly enough so what the hell, as soon as school is out, we plan on having a commitment ceremony. Everyone is invited.