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Dorming With Dalton
- Thread starter reed422
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Darvin,
Is that a date, as in "month day year", or a date, as in a J/O buddy?!
(Or BOTH, lol.)
Is that a date, as in "month day year", or a date, as in a J/O buddy?!
(Or BOTH, lol.)
ariesstar89
Porn Star
Reed, I've been lurking this story for awhile and thought I'd share how much I thoroughly enjoy it.
It's a rare occasion that a story pops up on JUB that grabs my attention and keeps me checkin on it everytime I log on. Your writing is so good and your ability to build a story around the sex, instead of just the hot and dirty, is fantastic.
Please keep it up and keep installing some chapters every now and then. I look forward and can't wait for your next chapter!
It's a rare occasion that a story pops up on JUB that grabs my attention and keeps me checkin on it everytime I log on. Your writing is so good and your ability to build a story around the sex, instead of just the hot and dirty, is fantastic.
Please keep it up and keep installing some chapters every now and then. I look forward and can't wait for your next chapter!
Woah, it's really been awhile since I even looked at this story and my apologies for that. Um, life did a complete 360 and has been a lot to handle so writing hasn't even crossed my mind whatsoever. I'm going to try and write through this period of time and see how that goes. If I like the end results, I'll keep writing but if it's forced you'll have to wait it out. The story isn't dead or done and I'm sorry it might have to take a break for awhile. Thanks.
I like how you think Don! Make it both! Any volunteers?
Sorry for the extremely long delay, I've just had a lot I had to deal with over the past couple of weeks. I'm going to be working on the story again, so it's not dead. Thanks for being patient.
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There’s nothing like waking up to the lovely sound of someone throwing up in your bathroom at eight in the morning. I sat up in bed as the toilet flushed, and I heard a low grunt from Dalton as he was most likely hugging the toilet. This is another reason why I don’t like drinking because the next day always sucks and you have to walk around like that. I got out of bed and decided to check in on him in case he needed help or something.
He wasn’t holding the toilet when I first entered the bathroom, but had his head above throwing up into it. I’m going to spare you what I saw but I’m going to tell you it wasn‘t a pretty site. I brushed my teeth while he was empting his stomach and opted to shave my face since there was stubble beginning to break through the skin. I also grabbed two fresh towels out of the linen closet leaving them both on the counter before I stripped naked and hopped in the shower.
The hot water felt nice on my body as I stepped under the shower head and let my body get wet. I ran my hands over the top of my head flicking back the short hairs as I closed my eyes. Like I’ve said before, showering has to be one of my favorite things to do. As I went to get the shampoo bottle, Dalton flushed the toilet one more time before finally standing up. The water temperature really didn’t change since the plumbing was done differently here than it normally is done in a house. I saw him strip off his clothes through the opaque shower door before he slid it open.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Going to take a shower with you?”
“Did you brush your teeth?”
“I’ll do it after,” I just stared at him. “Fine. I’ll brush my teeth first.”
He flung his right leg back over the tub as he closed the shower door and made his way to the sink. If he was going to kiss me, he was going to have clean teeth and fresh breath. Throw-up breath really isn’t my thing.
“Better?” He asked as he opened the door once more.
“Let me find out.” I leaned in closer smelling his breath before I gave him a peck on the lips. “Much better.”
I stepped back under shower head to rinse the shampoo out of my hair as I heard Dalton close the door and step behind me. He wrapped his strong arms around my small body pressing his chest and abs against my back. It felt nice to have someone this strong hold onto you, knowing they would do anything to protect you from harm. The sense of love and security I got from Dalton had to be the best part of our relationship. I also felt his dick pressed firmly against the top of my butt slowly growing up my back. I guess he was enjoying himself a little too much because he kept growing and growing until he reached his full length. He thrust his hips lightly rubbing the underside of his dick against my back as he was holding me. I couldn’t help but smirk and let out a small laugh.
“What’s so funny?”
“You’re humping my back, babe.”
“Really?” He opened his eyes. “Oh shit…sorry.”
“Don’t worry about it, I think it’s funny,” I broke away from him and turned around so we were facing each other. “Want me to take care of it?”
“Thanks, but I’m going to pass. I don’t think shooting a load would be good with a headache and a slight stomachache. I appreciate it though.” He smiled.
“Can you wash my back then?”
“Mhm, hand me the soap?” I got the bar of soap off the ledge built into the wall and placed it in his hand.
“Just don’t hump my back again” I stuck my tongue out causing him to smile again but much larger this time.
He turned me around so my back was facing him and so I was bent over a little. He put his left hand on my stomach holding me close to him as he started washing my shoulders. He worked the bar of soap over my skin intensely pressing firmer in certain spots giving me a small massage. Once he decided my back was cleaned enough he moved down to my ass. He ran the bar of soap over each of my cheeks lightly and removed his hand from my stomach getting a lather on both of his now free hands. Dalton dug his fingers into my ass massaging it roughly causing me to let out a small moan. He worked his way from the outside getting closer and closer to my crack before he finally hit it.
He had one finger between my cheeks running up and down passing over my hole lightly as he did this. Each time he hit it, I sucked in a small amount of air which made him chuckle. As he kept doing this, he would press harder and harder which made my dick grow bigger and bigger. I guess he noticed because he stopped teasing my ass as he pushed me under the water washing the soap off before he pulled me close to him once again. His left arm wrapped around my chest with his hand resting over my nipple as his right one found my now rock hard dick.
“You don’t have to do this Dalton.”
“I know…I want to though. I like making you feel good.”
“Thank you.” I looked up to him and smiled.
“Just don’t bust your nut right away.”
He squeezed the base right away which already caused my knees to feel weak as he held me in his arms. He brought his hand all the way to the tip, but when he reached it [delete comma] he would squeeze it and twist, resulting in an intense sensation running through my whole body. He kept doing this until he got a good rhythm going which consisted of a tighter grip and faster strokes. Dalton seriously knew how to work a dick and make its owner feel good since he had me moaning from a simple hand job. I felt his dick go hard again as it was pinned between my back and his rock hard abs. It began to rub back and forth between us as he kept increasing the rhythm on my dick. I cold tell he was trying to hid his moans under his breath as his dick unintentionally got attention because he was making random grunts into my ear.
He knew I was getting close and made his hand go faster up and down to get me to my orgasm soon. My balls drew close to my body and I had that tight feeling in my stomach right before you blow your load. Dalton was now thrusting his hips digging his dick into my back since he was close to his orgasm as well. Fine. One final stroke of his hand, and I couldn’t hold my load in any longer and screamed in ecstasy. The first stream of cum shot out hard and fast and actually hit the shower wall in front of me. The next felt just as powerful as the first, but it didn’t reach the wall and went down the drain. By the time I reached the forth stream, I heard Dalton make this low and powerful grunt as he shoved his hips into my back one last time signaling the climax of his orgasm. As the rest of my jizz went into the tub and down the drain, all of Daltons was stuck over his stomach and chest and my back. When we were both done, we just stood there gasping for air as no one said a word.
“I guess you have to wash my back again, huh?”
“Shut up,” We both broke into laughter.
“You’re really good at hand jobs, babe.”
“I’ve had a lot of practice with my own dick.”
“It shows,” I teased. “What happened to not wanting an orgasm?”
“It’s not my fault you caused friction between us!”
“Did you enjoy yourself at least?”
“Yeah, but my head’s pounding right now.”
“Why don’t we clean up in here so you can get some pills for your head.”
We took turns washing each other from head to toe before we stepped out of the shower. Dalton handed me a towel and took the other one and began drying himself off while I did the same. In no time we were both dry and in the bedroom in search of clothes. Again, Dalton had forgotten to bring clothes with him so I had to lend him a sweatshirt and a pair of shorts so he could get back to his room. He gave me a quick peck on the cheek, told me how appreciative he is of me and that he would be back after he got done with some sort of meeting.
It was a nice day out, not too hot but not so cold either as when you had to wear layer upon layer just to stay warm. The sun was peaking through the clouds as I looked out the window and the trees were blowing in the wind sending leaves down towards the ground. It was getting close to that time where the trees go bald, the weather continues to drop, and everything just looks gray and depressing. It didn’t bother me though since I liked the cold and snow was good every once in awhile. I threw a sweatshirt on as well and a pair of jeans and headed out the door towards the library.
One of the nice things about living on campus is that you can walk to everything. Sure, some buildings are all the way on the other side of the property but its still within walking distance. Another nice thing about it here is the trees along the side of the pathways. They kind of arched over towards the middle and became intertwined as one creating a tunnel of some sort. The leaves ranged from a variety of greens, to yellows and oranges to deep rich reds and even the dead brown ones. Fall had to be one of my favorite seasons of the year just because of the colors.
The library was also one of my favorite places on campus due to it’s architectural details and the quietness inside. The outside was built with solid stone that faded and weathered over time and had arched doors and windows. The overall appearance of it was very grandeur. When you step inside of this building, you’re greeted with marble floors and columns, rich dark wood built-ins and shelves and big comfy chairs. The university certainly didn’t skimp when it came to constructing the library.
I had no idea where the book I wanted would be so I went to the circular desk in the middle of the entrance and asked the woman sitting in the chair where it would be located. She kindly gave me instructions on where the book would be and even wrote it on a post-it note so I wouldn’t forget. She smiled at me when she was finished and I thanked her before I left. Usually you get stuck with a grumpy old lady at the front desk who doesn’t want to be bothered because she hates her job, but this one was different; she actually enjoyed what she did.
I only got lost twice in the library before I finally found the aisle the book I wanted was located. There was another guy in this aisle but all the way at the other ended scanning the shelves looking for a book. He too had a yellow post it in his hands. I started looking through all the books in search of the one I wanted while stealing glances at this guy. He was roughly the same height as me, maybe an inch taller, and was probably just about as skinny as myself. I really couldn’t see any muscles or the shape of his body due to his sweatshirt but he looked to be in shape. His hair was blonde with a touch of brown to it which made it more of a golden color. He kept it short like mine but left it down with no product in it so it rested on a little of his forehead. His skin was dark and probably the same complexion as mine which is a rare find because of the blonde hair. His eyes appeared to be brown but as I got closer they looked more hazel than brown. Overall, he was a really good looking guy.
“They make it too hard to find a book in this damn library,” he spoke up.
“I know right? I got lost twice just to find this row of books.”
“Someone actually showed me where this was, so I lucked out.” We were now standing next to each other. “My name’s Blake by the way.”
“Christian,” I shook his hand.
“What book are you looking for?”
“Cross” by James Patterson.”
“You like his writing style?”
“Yeah, I love it. He really knows how to keep a reader interested in a book.”
“Mhm, I know what you’re talking about.” He bent over to the bottom shelf and returned with a book in his hand. “I believe this is the one you’re looking for.”
“Yep, that’s the one.” I took it from his hand. “Thank you.”
“No problem,” He said reaching to the top shelf to grab another book. “If that’s all you need, mind helping me find the check out desk?”
We walked out of the aisle of books together in search of the front desk. We were close enough to one another that I was able to notice his scent. He wore cologne but not a lot of it where it’s overpowering to other people. It had more of a sweet soothing scent rather than a bold powerful one which I preferred on a guy.
We made basic small talk to one another during the walk to the desk. I found out that he’s a junior here, studying medicine, his dad’s a doctor and that he’s on the swim team here and has been for all three years so far.
“You must have a good body if you swim.”
“I guess you can say that,” He lifted his sweatshirt up reveling a set of six abs. “Nothing too special.”
“Nothing special? A six pack is pretty much the signal of a great body.”
“Thanks.” He blushed. “So are you and Dalton a thing?”
“Why do you ask that?” I snapped back at him.
“Well, I’ve seen you two around campus a lot and I figured since you’re gay and spending a good amount of time with him that you two could possibly be together.”
He seemed like a nice guy who wouldn’t go around telling everyone our business, but then again I had just met him. He could be a complete tool around his friends and think it’s funny to tell them Dalton, the star quarterback, was gay and dating a guy. I was already told by Dalton not to tell anyone until he’s ready to come out so I decided to listen to him and not say anything.
“The reason why I ask is because I’m pretty sure I’m…” He couldn’t finish the sentence.
“Gay?”
“I don’t think I’m completely gay. I mean, I still have intentions to do things with girls and eventually start a family but have thoughts of other guys at the same time. It’s just really confusing and I wanted a person to talk to about it, that’s all.”
“I was told not to tell anyone, but you seem like a nice guy and I want to trust you.”
“You can. I don’t spread gossip.”
“We started dating a couple of weeks ago.”
“How’d you know he was into guys and that you were too?”
“I don’t mean to cut you off but, if you’re free later why don’t you stop by my dorm.” I said as I wrote down what building and room I’m in on a piece of paper. “You can ask all the questions you want, and I know I’ll try my best to answer them. I can’t speak for Dalton, though.”
“Not to be mean but he doesn’t seem like a nice guy.”
“Yeah, I thought that too.” We both laughed. “Once you get to know him, you’ll see he’s an extremely caring guy who just has a lot going on internally. He’s just misunderstood by a lot of people.”
“I’ll take your word on it. And thanks. I really appreciate it.”
“It’s not a problem.”
We finally reached the front desk, checked our books out, said goodbye and went our separate ways. The fact that two people asked about Dalton being gay or my boyfriend started to make me wonder if a lot more people noticed these things too. It is his decision on when to come out, but if he keeps waiting I feel its going to spread around as a rumor before he gets the chance to tell people himself.
I decided to take the long way back to my dorm to enjoy the weather while it lasted. The clouds disappeared completely, revealing the crisp blue sky and the bright sun that I was longing to see. Add a soft cool breeze, the changing colors of the leaves, and the birds chirping in addition to the sky, it turned out to be a beautiful day out and I loved it. I’m not one for nature since I live in the city, but the simple things like the colors of the trees and the quietness of the campus made me extremely happy. Don’t get me wrong, I love living in the city due to the convenience of everything and the busy lifestyle, but the simple things up here were really making me like the suburbs more and more.
I got so lost in my head as I walked down the pathway embracing my surroundings that I didn’t notice a group of guys were walking behind me until they got right behind me. I thought that they were going to pass around me since I was walking too slow but they didn’t do that; they kept following me until we came up to a small vacant courtyard. I felt a pair of hands grab onto my shoulders causing me to come to an abrupt stop as the other two guys walked in front of me. When I thought it couldn’t get any worse, I saw the two guys faces and knew I was in for trouble.
The guy on the left was the same guy who gave me trouble at the party yesterday. He had this smirk on his face that sent a cold shiver throughout my entire body. The guy on the right was one of his friends he had with him yesterday, again looking like he didn’t want to be here. I didn’t see the guy who was holding my arms behind my back but I’m positive it was the his other friend. I tried breaking free from his grip, but it was to no avail; he was too strong.
Then the guy on the left stepped closer to me and I tried to back up, but found myself pressed against my captors solid body. He kept looking me in the eye with that same smirk, just standing in front of me, doing nothing. Before I could say anything, he had his arm pulled back and speeding forward towards my stomach. His powerful fist made contact with my sensitive stomach and caused me to double over in pain, but I couldn’t fall down. I was forced to stand up. Just as it started to fade, I felt him do it again with even more power. I groaned out in pain as the guy behind put pressure on my arms to force me to stay erect. The pain in my stomach began to spread throughout me as my body reacted to his punches. He punched me one more time in the gut, making sure he used all his strength, making me cry out in pain. It was a loud and deathly scream yet no one was around to hear it so it didn’t matter how loud I cried out. This time, I was allowed to fall to the ground as I fell to my knees with my forehead to the ground grabbing my stomach in agony.
I began to think it was over since nothing happened for another minute or so, but I knew it was too soon to be over. The main guy kicked me in the torso causing me to fall on to my back and grab at my chest. He proceeded to plop down on my chest and punch me across the face. I’ve gotten hit before in the stomach, chest, arm and pretty much everywhere else on my body, but my face was never touched. This sensation was new to me and caused a tear to form from my eye and drip down my cheek. He saw it and let out a laugh as he punched me in the face again, this time closer to my nose. The force he was exerting on my face wasn’t as bad as the pain in my stomach, but I felt him tear the skin on my cheek as blood slowly poured out. He sent one final punch to my nose which caused that to bleed too.
He got off of me and I instantly got into the fetal position trying to protect myself from further harm. The pain I was feeling was almost to the point of being unbearable and I just wanted them to leave. I actually started praying to God for them to leave me alone. Again, I was proved wrong when he walked back up to me and drove his foot into my side. This caused me to scream out in pain yet again but much, much louder. It was an ear piercing scream yet they still didn’t stop. The two other guys each took a kick at me, harder then the last, adding onto the pain I was experiencing. I felt as if I wanted to die right then and there.
“Where’s your boyfriend to protect you now, fag?” He said mockingly as he drove his foot into my side one more time.
I heard the three of them laugh as they started walking away in the opposite direction, leaving me in the middle of the pathway. The pain must have been too much for me to handle because I felt my eyes go heavy and everything eventually went black. When I reopened my eyes, I saw a figure kneeling beside me and I immediately went back into the fetal position out of fear. But as my vision cleared up, and I saw that it was Marc, my body relaxed. He looked like he was panicking yet trying to be calm to not worry me at the same time.
“Christian, can you hear me? Christian?”
“It…it hurts Marc.” I managed to spit out.
“You’re going to be fine, bud. They’re not going to hurt you.”
I hear footsteps approaching as they pounded into the pavement at a quick rate. As they got closer and closer and eventually stopped right next to me, again causing me to get into a ball for protection. I was waiting for more pain to come, or for Marc to start fighting him but it never happened. He just stood there panting as I had my eyes closed, scared until I heard his voice.
“What happened?” His voice was shaky.
“I don’t know. I was heading back to my room when I heard someone scream so I followed it here and found him on the floor covered in blood knocked out.”
“Where’d they go?” he demanded.
“They headed in the other direction. What do I do with him though?”
“Bring him to coach; he’ll take care of him.”
“Okay.” Marc said as he got his arms under my legs and my neck picking me up. “What are you going to do?”
“Don’t worry about me.” He kissed me on the forehead. “Just take him to coach and hurry.”
He ran off in the other direction as I attempted to scream out no, but couldn’t manage to form words. Marc started walking at a fast pace back towards the athletic building trying not to bounce me much. We were just passing the library when everything went black again.
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Chapter 12
There’s nothing like waking up to the lovely sound of someone throwing up in your bathroom at eight in the morning. I sat up in bed as the toilet flushed, and I heard a low grunt from Dalton as he was most likely hugging the toilet. This is another reason why I don’t like drinking because the next day always sucks and you have to walk around like that. I got out of bed and decided to check in on him in case he needed help or something.
He wasn’t holding the toilet when I first entered the bathroom, but had his head above throwing up into it. I’m going to spare you what I saw but I’m going to tell you it wasn‘t a pretty site. I brushed my teeth while he was empting his stomach and opted to shave my face since there was stubble beginning to break through the skin. I also grabbed two fresh towels out of the linen closet leaving them both on the counter before I stripped naked and hopped in the shower.
The hot water felt nice on my body as I stepped under the shower head and let my body get wet. I ran my hands over the top of my head flicking back the short hairs as I closed my eyes. Like I’ve said before, showering has to be one of my favorite things to do. As I went to get the shampoo bottle, Dalton flushed the toilet one more time before finally standing up. The water temperature really didn’t change since the plumbing was done differently here than it normally is done in a house. I saw him strip off his clothes through the opaque shower door before he slid it open.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Going to take a shower with you?”
“Did you brush your teeth?”
“I’ll do it after,” I just stared at him. “Fine. I’ll brush my teeth first.”
He flung his right leg back over the tub as he closed the shower door and made his way to the sink. If he was going to kiss me, he was going to have clean teeth and fresh breath. Throw-up breath really isn’t my thing.
“Better?” He asked as he opened the door once more.
“Let me find out.” I leaned in closer smelling his breath before I gave him a peck on the lips. “Much better.”
I stepped back under shower head to rinse the shampoo out of my hair as I heard Dalton close the door and step behind me. He wrapped his strong arms around my small body pressing his chest and abs against my back. It felt nice to have someone this strong hold onto you, knowing they would do anything to protect you from harm. The sense of love and security I got from Dalton had to be the best part of our relationship. I also felt his dick pressed firmly against the top of my butt slowly growing up my back. I guess he was enjoying himself a little too much because he kept growing and growing until he reached his full length. He thrust his hips lightly rubbing the underside of his dick against my back as he was holding me. I couldn’t help but smirk and let out a small laugh.
“What’s so funny?”
“You’re humping my back, babe.”
“Really?” He opened his eyes. “Oh shit…sorry.”
“Don’t worry about it, I think it’s funny,” I broke away from him and turned around so we were facing each other. “Want me to take care of it?”
“Thanks, but I’m going to pass. I don’t think shooting a load would be good with a headache and a slight stomachache. I appreciate it though.” He smiled.
“Can you wash my back then?”
“Mhm, hand me the soap?” I got the bar of soap off the ledge built into the wall and placed it in his hand.
“Just don’t hump my back again” I stuck my tongue out causing him to smile again but much larger this time.
He turned me around so my back was facing him and so I was bent over a little. He put his left hand on my stomach holding me close to him as he started washing my shoulders. He worked the bar of soap over my skin intensely pressing firmer in certain spots giving me a small massage. Once he decided my back was cleaned enough he moved down to my ass. He ran the bar of soap over each of my cheeks lightly and removed his hand from my stomach getting a lather on both of his now free hands. Dalton dug his fingers into my ass massaging it roughly causing me to let out a small moan. He worked his way from the outside getting closer and closer to my crack before he finally hit it.
He had one finger between my cheeks running up and down passing over my hole lightly as he did this. Each time he hit it, I sucked in a small amount of air which made him chuckle. As he kept doing this, he would press harder and harder which made my dick grow bigger and bigger. I guess he noticed because he stopped teasing my ass as he pushed me under the water washing the soap off before he pulled me close to him once again. His left arm wrapped around my chest with his hand resting over my nipple as his right one found my now rock hard dick.
“You don’t have to do this Dalton.”
“I know…I want to though. I like making you feel good.”
“Thank you.” I looked up to him and smiled.
“Just don’t bust your nut right away.”
He squeezed the base right away which already caused my knees to feel weak as he held me in his arms. He brought his hand all the way to the tip, but when he reached it [delete comma] he would squeeze it and twist, resulting in an intense sensation running through my whole body. He kept doing this until he got a good rhythm going which consisted of a tighter grip and faster strokes. Dalton seriously knew how to work a dick and make its owner feel good since he had me moaning from a simple hand job. I felt his dick go hard again as it was pinned between my back and his rock hard abs. It began to rub back and forth between us as he kept increasing the rhythm on my dick. I cold tell he was trying to hid his moans under his breath as his dick unintentionally got attention because he was making random grunts into my ear.
He knew I was getting close and made his hand go faster up and down to get me to my orgasm soon. My balls drew close to my body and I had that tight feeling in my stomach right before you blow your load. Dalton was now thrusting his hips digging his dick into my back since he was close to his orgasm as well. Fine. One final stroke of his hand, and I couldn’t hold my load in any longer and screamed in ecstasy. The first stream of cum shot out hard and fast and actually hit the shower wall in front of me. The next felt just as powerful as the first, but it didn’t reach the wall and went down the drain. By the time I reached the forth stream, I heard Dalton make this low and powerful grunt as he shoved his hips into my back one last time signaling the climax of his orgasm. As the rest of my jizz went into the tub and down the drain, all of Daltons was stuck over his stomach and chest and my back. When we were both done, we just stood there gasping for air as no one said a word.
“I guess you have to wash my back again, huh?”
“Shut up,” We both broke into laughter.
“You’re really good at hand jobs, babe.”
“I’ve had a lot of practice with my own dick.”
“It shows,” I teased. “What happened to not wanting an orgasm?”
“It’s not my fault you caused friction between us!”
“Did you enjoy yourself at least?”
“Yeah, but my head’s pounding right now.”
“Why don’t we clean up in here so you can get some pills for your head.”
We took turns washing each other from head to toe before we stepped out of the shower. Dalton handed me a towel and took the other one and began drying himself off while I did the same. In no time we were both dry and in the bedroom in search of clothes. Again, Dalton had forgotten to bring clothes with him so I had to lend him a sweatshirt and a pair of shorts so he could get back to his room. He gave me a quick peck on the cheek, told me how appreciative he is of me and that he would be back after he got done with some sort of meeting.
It was a nice day out, not too hot but not so cold either as when you had to wear layer upon layer just to stay warm. The sun was peaking through the clouds as I looked out the window and the trees were blowing in the wind sending leaves down towards the ground. It was getting close to that time where the trees go bald, the weather continues to drop, and everything just looks gray and depressing. It didn’t bother me though since I liked the cold and snow was good every once in awhile. I threw a sweatshirt on as well and a pair of jeans and headed out the door towards the library.
One of the nice things about living on campus is that you can walk to everything. Sure, some buildings are all the way on the other side of the property but its still within walking distance. Another nice thing about it here is the trees along the side of the pathways. They kind of arched over towards the middle and became intertwined as one creating a tunnel of some sort. The leaves ranged from a variety of greens, to yellows and oranges to deep rich reds and even the dead brown ones. Fall had to be one of my favorite seasons of the year just because of the colors.
The library was also one of my favorite places on campus due to it’s architectural details and the quietness inside. The outside was built with solid stone that faded and weathered over time and had arched doors and windows. The overall appearance of it was very grandeur. When you step inside of this building, you’re greeted with marble floors and columns, rich dark wood built-ins and shelves and big comfy chairs. The university certainly didn’t skimp when it came to constructing the library.
I had no idea where the book I wanted would be so I went to the circular desk in the middle of the entrance and asked the woman sitting in the chair where it would be located. She kindly gave me instructions on where the book would be and even wrote it on a post-it note so I wouldn’t forget. She smiled at me when she was finished and I thanked her before I left. Usually you get stuck with a grumpy old lady at the front desk who doesn’t want to be bothered because she hates her job, but this one was different; she actually enjoyed what she did.
I only got lost twice in the library before I finally found the aisle the book I wanted was located. There was another guy in this aisle but all the way at the other ended scanning the shelves looking for a book. He too had a yellow post it in his hands. I started looking through all the books in search of the one I wanted while stealing glances at this guy. He was roughly the same height as me, maybe an inch taller, and was probably just about as skinny as myself. I really couldn’t see any muscles or the shape of his body due to his sweatshirt but he looked to be in shape. His hair was blonde with a touch of brown to it which made it more of a golden color. He kept it short like mine but left it down with no product in it so it rested on a little of his forehead. His skin was dark and probably the same complexion as mine which is a rare find because of the blonde hair. His eyes appeared to be brown but as I got closer they looked more hazel than brown. Overall, he was a really good looking guy.
“They make it too hard to find a book in this damn library,” he spoke up.
“I know right? I got lost twice just to find this row of books.”
“Someone actually showed me where this was, so I lucked out.” We were now standing next to each other. “My name’s Blake by the way.”
“Christian,” I shook his hand.
“What book are you looking for?”
“Cross” by James Patterson.”
“You like his writing style?”
“Yeah, I love it. He really knows how to keep a reader interested in a book.”
“Mhm, I know what you’re talking about.” He bent over to the bottom shelf and returned with a book in his hand. “I believe this is the one you’re looking for.”
“Yep, that’s the one.” I took it from his hand. “Thank you.”
“No problem,” He said reaching to the top shelf to grab another book. “If that’s all you need, mind helping me find the check out desk?”
We walked out of the aisle of books together in search of the front desk. We were close enough to one another that I was able to notice his scent. He wore cologne but not a lot of it where it’s overpowering to other people. It had more of a sweet soothing scent rather than a bold powerful one which I preferred on a guy.
We made basic small talk to one another during the walk to the desk. I found out that he’s a junior here, studying medicine, his dad’s a doctor and that he’s on the swim team here and has been for all three years so far.
“You must have a good body if you swim.”
“I guess you can say that,” He lifted his sweatshirt up reveling a set of six abs. “Nothing too special.”
“Nothing special? A six pack is pretty much the signal of a great body.”
“Thanks.” He blushed. “So are you and Dalton a thing?”
“Why do you ask that?” I snapped back at him.
“Well, I’ve seen you two around campus a lot and I figured since you’re gay and spending a good amount of time with him that you two could possibly be together.”
He seemed like a nice guy who wouldn’t go around telling everyone our business, but then again I had just met him. He could be a complete tool around his friends and think it’s funny to tell them Dalton, the star quarterback, was gay and dating a guy. I was already told by Dalton not to tell anyone until he’s ready to come out so I decided to listen to him and not say anything.
“The reason why I ask is because I’m pretty sure I’m…” He couldn’t finish the sentence.
“Gay?”
“I don’t think I’m completely gay. I mean, I still have intentions to do things with girls and eventually start a family but have thoughts of other guys at the same time. It’s just really confusing and I wanted a person to talk to about it, that’s all.”
“I was told not to tell anyone, but you seem like a nice guy and I want to trust you.”
“You can. I don’t spread gossip.”
“We started dating a couple of weeks ago.”
“How’d you know he was into guys and that you were too?”
“I don’t mean to cut you off but, if you’re free later why don’t you stop by my dorm.” I said as I wrote down what building and room I’m in on a piece of paper. “You can ask all the questions you want, and I know I’ll try my best to answer them. I can’t speak for Dalton, though.”
“Not to be mean but he doesn’t seem like a nice guy.”
“Yeah, I thought that too.” We both laughed. “Once you get to know him, you’ll see he’s an extremely caring guy who just has a lot going on internally. He’s just misunderstood by a lot of people.”
“I’ll take your word on it. And thanks. I really appreciate it.”
“It’s not a problem.”
We finally reached the front desk, checked our books out, said goodbye and went our separate ways. The fact that two people asked about Dalton being gay or my boyfriend started to make me wonder if a lot more people noticed these things too. It is his decision on when to come out, but if he keeps waiting I feel its going to spread around as a rumor before he gets the chance to tell people himself.
I decided to take the long way back to my dorm to enjoy the weather while it lasted. The clouds disappeared completely, revealing the crisp blue sky and the bright sun that I was longing to see. Add a soft cool breeze, the changing colors of the leaves, and the birds chirping in addition to the sky, it turned out to be a beautiful day out and I loved it. I’m not one for nature since I live in the city, but the simple things like the colors of the trees and the quietness of the campus made me extremely happy. Don’t get me wrong, I love living in the city due to the convenience of everything and the busy lifestyle, but the simple things up here were really making me like the suburbs more and more.
I got so lost in my head as I walked down the pathway embracing my surroundings that I didn’t notice a group of guys were walking behind me until they got right behind me. I thought that they were going to pass around me since I was walking too slow but they didn’t do that; they kept following me until we came up to a small vacant courtyard. I felt a pair of hands grab onto my shoulders causing me to come to an abrupt stop as the other two guys walked in front of me. When I thought it couldn’t get any worse, I saw the two guys faces and knew I was in for trouble.
The guy on the left was the same guy who gave me trouble at the party yesterday. He had this smirk on his face that sent a cold shiver throughout my entire body. The guy on the right was one of his friends he had with him yesterday, again looking like he didn’t want to be here. I didn’t see the guy who was holding my arms behind my back but I’m positive it was the his other friend. I tried breaking free from his grip, but it was to no avail; he was too strong.
Then the guy on the left stepped closer to me and I tried to back up, but found myself pressed against my captors solid body. He kept looking me in the eye with that same smirk, just standing in front of me, doing nothing. Before I could say anything, he had his arm pulled back and speeding forward towards my stomach. His powerful fist made contact with my sensitive stomach and caused me to double over in pain, but I couldn’t fall down. I was forced to stand up. Just as it started to fade, I felt him do it again with even more power. I groaned out in pain as the guy behind put pressure on my arms to force me to stay erect. The pain in my stomach began to spread throughout me as my body reacted to his punches. He punched me one more time in the gut, making sure he used all his strength, making me cry out in pain. It was a loud and deathly scream yet no one was around to hear it so it didn’t matter how loud I cried out. This time, I was allowed to fall to the ground as I fell to my knees with my forehead to the ground grabbing my stomach in agony.
I began to think it was over since nothing happened for another minute or so, but I knew it was too soon to be over. The main guy kicked me in the torso causing me to fall on to my back and grab at my chest. He proceeded to plop down on my chest and punch me across the face. I’ve gotten hit before in the stomach, chest, arm and pretty much everywhere else on my body, but my face was never touched. This sensation was new to me and caused a tear to form from my eye and drip down my cheek. He saw it and let out a laugh as he punched me in the face again, this time closer to my nose. The force he was exerting on my face wasn’t as bad as the pain in my stomach, but I felt him tear the skin on my cheek as blood slowly poured out. He sent one final punch to my nose which caused that to bleed too.
He got off of me and I instantly got into the fetal position trying to protect myself from further harm. The pain I was feeling was almost to the point of being unbearable and I just wanted them to leave. I actually started praying to God for them to leave me alone. Again, I was proved wrong when he walked back up to me and drove his foot into my side. This caused me to scream out in pain yet again but much, much louder. It was an ear piercing scream yet they still didn’t stop. The two other guys each took a kick at me, harder then the last, adding onto the pain I was experiencing. I felt as if I wanted to die right then and there.
“Where’s your boyfriend to protect you now, fag?” He said mockingly as he drove his foot into my side one more time.
I heard the three of them laugh as they started walking away in the opposite direction, leaving me in the middle of the pathway. The pain must have been too much for me to handle because I felt my eyes go heavy and everything eventually went black. When I reopened my eyes, I saw a figure kneeling beside me and I immediately went back into the fetal position out of fear. But as my vision cleared up, and I saw that it was Marc, my body relaxed. He looked like he was panicking yet trying to be calm to not worry me at the same time.
“Christian, can you hear me? Christian?”
“It…it hurts Marc.” I managed to spit out.
“You’re going to be fine, bud. They’re not going to hurt you.”
I hear footsteps approaching as they pounded into the pavement at a quick rate. As they got closer and closer and eventually stopped right next to me, again causing me to get into a ball for protection. I was waiting for more pain to come, or for Marc to start fighting him but it never happened. He just stood there panting as I had my eyes closed, scared until I heard his voice.
“What happened?” His voice was shaky.
“I don’t know. I was heading back to my room when I heard someone scream so I followed it here and found him on the floor covered in blood knocked out.”
“Where’d they go?” he demanded.
“They headed in the other direction. What do I do with him though?”
“Bring him to coach; he’ll take care of him.”
“Okay.” Marc said as he got his arms under my legs and my neck picking me up. “What are you going to do?”
“Don’t worry about me.” He kissed me on the forehead. “Just take him to coach and hurry.”
He ran off in the other direction as I attempted to scream out no, but couldn’t manage to form words. Marc started walking at a fast pace back towards the athletic building trying not to bounce me much. We were just passing the library when everything went black again.
mgoettsch 1955
On the Prowl
Glad to see you are continuing this story. I thought you had given up.
Me too
I'm sorry I never posted before, but I used to read your story and I'm glad you're back. Hope everything's alright with you.- Joined
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So good to see you're back. I guess you finally decided how to handle the sex/no sex question in this chapter. 
Well, I enjoyed it and thought it fit fine into the telling. You do a really good job writing this.
Well, I enjoyed it and thought it fit fine into the telling. You do a really good job writing this.
Reed,
It's good to hear from you again.
What a powerful chapter.
Starts out "nice" enough, aside from one uber jock puking his guts out into the porcelain "god" lol.
The clean up scene was nice - very nice.
Christian was having such a good day, then, BAM.
I am afraid of what Dalton is going to do to the three punks.
Kill one, or close to it.
You continue to grab our attention - even if "real life" put your narrative past-time on hold for a bit.
Thanks for working on your story and sharing it with us.
It's good to hear from you again.
What a powerful chapter.
Starts out "nice" enough, aside from one uber jock puking his guts out into the porcelain "god" lol.
The clean up scene was nice - very nice.
Christian was having such a good day, then, BAM.
I am afraid of what Dalton is going to do to the three punks.
Kill one, or close to it.
You continue to grab our attention - even if "real life" put your narrative past-time on hold for a bit.
Thanks for working on your story and sharing it with us.
swdguy
On the Prowl
Well, that's one good story! when's the next chapter coming out?
TheFireGod
JUB Addict
Ahh the suspense!
I'll be waiting for the update, however long it takes.
I'll be waiting for the update, however long it takes.
I know I’ve been bad recently with updating, but here it is finally. I’ve been trying to get back in the swing where I can knock a chapter out every night, but it’s not as easy now. So sorry for the delay and sorry for the future delays. This chapter is also shorter because I didn’t know where to take it and felt it was better off ending than me forcing it. Again, my apologies.
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Chapter 13
Everything slowly began to come back as this older man with white hair slapped my face gently. His hands were cold as they made contact with my warm, blood-covered face, repeatedly trying to wake me up. It eventually worked as everything came back to me, and my vision returned back to normal where everything’s crisp and clear. I scanned the room to see if it looked familiar but it didn’t register in my mind. It had white stone walls with a dark blue carpet and a large window overlooking a locker room, most likely the boys locker room. As I looked to my left I saw Marc standing next to me as I was sitting on top of a desk that probably belonged to the older guy who was digging through a cabinet standing tall against the wall.
Marc looked relieved I was sitting up on my own and was actually responsive and collapsed into a chair beside the desk. He ran his hand through his hair once pushing it back before he brought it back and continued down his face as he exhaled loudly. I mouthed the words “Thank you” to him because my voice still hadn’t come back from my previous encounter. He faked a smile at me as he glanced over his body trying to hide the sight of him cringing. I hadn’t seen myself in a mirror. But as I looked down at my shirt, I saw blood and a good amount of it .
“We’re going to need to take your shirt off, kid.” The older guy said as he walked back with a first aid kit in his hand.
“I’ll help him.”
Marc got out of the seat and was now standing before me. He scanned my body over as I just looked at him trying to smile to let him know it wasn’t that bad. But from the looks on his face, it must have been worse then I thought. He directed me to try and lift my arms up over my head in order to remove my hoodie. As I slowly began to lift them pain began to pulsate throughout my body and worsened the higher they went. By the time I got my arms over my head I had my eyes shut tight and my teeth clenched fighting through the pain. He saw I was having trouble keeping them up and quickly removed my clothes so I could return my arms back to my side.
“Sorry, Christian. I know that must of hurt.” He said as he folded my sweatshirt and put it on the chair.
I made a drinking motion at him signaling, I wanted something cold so I could clear my throat and hopefully talk. He simply nodded and ran out of the office into the locker room and out the door to one of the corridors. I came to the conclusion that this older guy had to be the football coach since Marc and Dalton felt comfortable enough brining me to him. The football decorum around the room also helped with this assumption. He was digging through the big container pulling out rolls of gauze, a bottle peroxide, butterfly stitches and a roll of medical tape when Marc returned with a sports drink in his hand.
“I didn’t know what you liked to drink,” he started as he twisted the cap off and held it up to my mouth for me to drink, “so I got you this since it has electrolytes and all that shit that’s good for your body.”
“It’s fine.” The words were barely audible as I took more of the drink down. “Thank you.”
“It’s no problem.” He sat down beside me on the desk. “How are you feeling.”
“Aside from getting beat and being unconscious twice, pretty good.”
“Well you look like shit.”
“Owww,” we both burst out into laughter, “don’t make me laugh, it hurts too much to laugh.”
“Sorry, I’ll try not to.” He said still smiling. “Do you think he’ll be okay coach?”
“Well from just looking at him, I would say nothing is broken.” He moved closer to me. “I still want to examine his body to make sure everything’s intact and nothing is punctured or bleeding internally. I‘m going to just have a feel over your torso. ”
He started at the back of my head running his fingers gently through my hair, making sure there weren’t any openings. Then he made his way down my back scanning over the skin with both his hands and eyes for any sensitive areas, but none were found. When he was done with my back he moved onto my torso which was already a lovely shade of purple and yellow. More pressure was applied to my ribs which caused a wave of pain to surge throughout my body. Marc got hold of my hand as the coach was doing this so I could try and lessen the pain by squeezing it. I took advantage of this generous offer and grabbed his hand tightly over the next few minutes while my bruised skin was poked at with cold firm fingers. Marc just smiled as I crushed his hand and it made me feel at ease.
“Well,” the coach started “nothing appears to be broken nor does there seem to be any internal trauma.”
“So he pretty much just got beat up badly?”
“Well no, a few of his ribs are most likely bruised which are going to cause some discomfort over the next few days as they heal themselves. I recommend lots of icing and then heat as well as some Tylenol to make it more pleasant.”
“Thanks coach,” Marc started “We didn’t know where to take him and you were the first one to come to mind.”
“I’m glad you did, Marc, it was a very responsible thing to do.” He picked up the gauze and a tube of muscle relaxant. “I just want to put some of this cream on with a few layers of gauze to help the healing process. Can you put your left hand on Marc’s shoulder and your right one on mine, son?”
“Yeah…I think I can do that.” The pain once again returned as I stretched my arms up so he could wrap the gauze around my torso more easily. “Is that good?”
“Perfect.” He smiled as he squeezed the strong smelling white cream into his hand before he brought it to my side. The cream was cold as it made contact with warm skin as the coach slowly and gently rubbed it over the bruised area. The smell was awful as the vapors entered my nostrils and made their way up my nose slightly burning the sensitive area. It then began to get warm as he continued rubbing it into my skin and began to lessen the pain almost instantly. When the white cream was no longer visible, he placed the gauze on one side of my torso and wrapped it around the other, repeating himself until the bruised area was covered. It wasn’t tight until he put this medical wrap over, keeping the gauze in place. He finished up with a final cut to the wrap and proceeded to put the medical items back in the first aide kit. “That should help the healing process speed up a little. I want you to apply more of this cream later tonight and continue doing it twice a day until you feel little to no pain anymore.” He handed me the tube. “You’ve been a good patient, Christian.”
“Thank you so much. I really appreciate it.”
“It was no trouble at all.” He said putting his coat on and a winter cap since he was bald. “Keep my star quarterback happy, kid.”
The words didn’t click as they first came out of his mouth until he was halfway through the locker room. I highly doubt Dalton was the reason why his football coach knew about his love life yet he still knew. I’ve never seen the coach around campus before so he couldn’t have seen me and Dalton together and I’ve never been in here to cause suspicion. I wondered if Dalton knew his football coach found about his relationship with another man and I began to breathe heavy.
“Are you okay, Christian?”
“Does…does he know?”
“Know about what, kid?” I just looked at him. “Oh, you and Dalton. Yeah, he knows about that. It slipped when I brought you here to get help and he asked who you were. He doesn’t care though, Christian; he smiled and said that he’s actually glad Dalton has someone good in his life for once.”
“He…he really said that?” Marc nodded. “That’s such a weight off my shoulders.”
“How so?”
“All this time since Dalton started a relationship with me, I’ve been worried about ruining his football career. I’ve been beating myself thinking that he would get kicked off the team if someone were to find out about him dating another guy.”
“Do you think we actually care what his sexuality is?”
I shrugged my shoulders.
“Seriously, you feel it matters what his sexuality is?”
“Well, yeah, you guys change in the locker room together and tackle each other in practice. Wouldn’t it be awkward?”
“Dalton has you, Christian; he wouldn’t try anything with us. He wouldn’t try anything with us if he hadn’t met you regardless.”
“I guess you’re right”
“I know I’m right kid. The guy’s a brother to everyone on the team. We would never turn our backs on him, and we won’t turn our backs on you now. You’re going to be accepted by the football team too, kid. If Dalton cares about you, the whole team cares about you so you better get used to being surrounded by football players.”
“You know you don’t have to do that, right?”
“We don’t have to do anything, Christian. We could completely ignore you or give you hell but we choose not to. You’re pretty much one of us now, without the whole football part.” He gave me a reassuring smile.
“That means a lot to me. Really, it does.”
“You’re our Dalton’s boyfriend; there’s no question that we’re not going to care about you too.”
I jumped off the table and leaned into him signaling I wanted a hug. He gently wrapped his huge solid arms around me trying not to hurt me, but I didn’t care. I wrapped my arms around his body as tightly as I could and buried my face into his chest. His body was warm as I was pressed up against it and to my surprise, he actually felt like a giant teddy bear. Even though his body was hard as steel, he still felt soft and cuddly as we stood there embraced in a hug. He eventually let go of me, put his hands on my shoulders, looked me in the eye and smiled again. It felt nice to have someone whom you just met a few days ago care about you this much. I couldn’t help but smile back.
“What do you say we get your hoodie back on and clean up your face…it has dried blood all over it.”
“I must look so attractive right now.”
“Trust me babe, you still do.” This voice was much deeper and I instantly knew who it was. Dalton was leaning in the doorway with his arms crossed just looking at the both of us. “If you don’t mind Marc, I’d like to hug my boyfriend.”
I didn’t care how much pain I was in or how much pain I was going to be in. I started running towards him jumping into the air for him to catch me. He caught me in his strong arms and brought me close to his chest in an embracing and extremely emotional hug. I couldn’t help but cry as he held me there in his arms, overwhelmed with emotions. The thought that I wouldn’t of been able to see him again when I was going in and out of consciousness scared me and began to make me nervous, but all of these feelings were relinquished by this powerful hug.
The weirdest thing though, had to be the fact that I felt no pain as he had his arms wrapped tightly around my sensitive body. All I felt was the love we had for one another; no pain, no nothing, just affection. I could of just hugged him for hours and didn’t want to let go but he returned me back to the ground. We looked at each other for a few seconds as we stood there until I lunged forward again for another hug. This time I buried my face into Dalton’s chest as my arms locked around his torso. I could hear his heart beat as I had my face pressed against his large pectoral. If this wasn’t love, I don’t know what is.
“You have blood on your face, Christian.” He said as he looked down at me.
“So do you…and your shirt.”
“Well the blood on my face is from the cut under my eye. “ He said touching it gently. “One of the guys got a lucky shot on me and it split the skin open. The blood on my shirt and pants isn’t mine though.”
“Oh…that makes it all better…”
“Would you rather it be my blood or someone else’s?”
“Someone else’s” I said meekly. “What exactly did you do to them, Dalton? They’re not dead, are they?”
“No, babe, they’re not dead. Pretty close to it, but they’re still alive.” He walked me over to the sink where he started to clean my face. “I think they’ll be leaving you alone from now on.” When my face was cleared of the blood he lowered his head and pressed his lips against mine. The spark was still there. “How are you feeling though? Did coach look you over and everything?”
“Yes,“ he brought a towel up to his own face to get the blood off. “He put some muscle relaxant on my bruises then wrapped me up. We have to do this twice a day to help with the pain.”
“I’ll do it for you, don’t worry.” He threw the towel into the cart in the locker room and walked over to a locker and proceeded to open it. “I have a hoodie in here for you to wear since yours got ruined with blood. Let me get out of these clothes too so people don’t look at me like a murderer or something.”
He threw the hoodie at Marc so he could help me put it on without causing much pain. Dalton then took off his shirt that was once white but now stained with a deep red color scattered all over it. His body was covered with a thin layer of sweat that glistened as the overhead light hit his body. His muscles stayed firm as he took his pants off and bounced around trying to get them over his shoes. His body is simply a work of art with each of his muscles meticulously shaped to perfection. I couldn’t help but stare as he was standing before us in nothing but a small pair of trunks. He caught me staring at him but simply smiled at me and gently grabbed his package thrusting his hips towards me. He motioned that his pride and glory belonged to me and only me and he couldn’t be happier. It made me feel good about myself knowing someone like Dalton wasn’t ashamed to be with a guy like me.
“Marc,” Dalton started, still in nothing but his underwear. “I heard what you said before and I just want to tell you, I really love you like a brother.”
“I love you too, man. You know I think of you as a part of my family and I would do anything for you. It doesn’t matter that you like guys; you’re still the same cocky and obnoxious Dalton I met in ninth grade.”
“Come here.” Dalton opened his arms and started walking over.
“Can you put some pants on first?”
“Shut up and just hug me.”
Marc reluctantly gave in smiling as he wrapped his arms around Dalton and squeezed tightly. Dalton patted his back as they stood there rocking back and forth for a few minutes just embracing one another. It amazed me how two guys could have such a close bond with one another that not even the sexuality of one of them mattered. They acted like nothing had changed between them; something that you don’t see very often in our world today.
The two finally separated as each held out a closed fist and pressed them together. Dalton proceeded back to his locker and reached inside for a pair of gym shorts as well as an extra shirt he had stored there. He quickly threw them over his exposed body, tied his shoes again and locked his locker. He walked over to me grabbing my face in the process and gently pressed his lips against mine in a passionate kiss. He slipped his tongue in my mouth quickly allowing our tongues to dance with one another as we stood there embraced in our kiss. I could of kept at this for hours but he pulled away all too soon in my opinion.
“Again, thank you Marc for taking care of Christian for me.”
“You don’t have to keep thanking me; it’s fine,” he said as we made our way outside. “Just promise me you won’t let him get hurt again or that you won’t hurt him either.”
“You have my word, man,” he replied as he grabbed my hand as we walked down the pathway. “I’m never going to hurt you Christian. I love you.”
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Chapter 13
Everything slowly began to come back as this older man with white hair slapped my face gently. His hands were cold as they made contact with my warm, blood-covered face, repeatedly trying to wake me up. It eventually worked as everything came back to me, and my vision returned back to normal where everything’s crisp and clear. I scanned the room to see if it looked familiar but it didn’t register in my mind. It had white stone walls with a dark blue carpet and a large window overlooking a locker room, most likely the boys locker room. As I looked to my left I saw Marc standing next to me as I was sitting on top of a desk that probably belonged to the older guy who was digging through a cabinet standing tall against the wall.
Marc looked relieved I was sitting up on my own and was actually responsive and collapsed into a chair beside the desk. He ran his hand through his hair once pushing it back before he brought it back and continued down his face as he exhaled loudly. I mouthed the words “Thank you” to him because my voice still hadn’t come back from my previous encounter. He faked a smile at me as he glanced over his body trying to hide the sight of him cringing. I hadn’t seen myself in a mirror. But as I looked down at my shirt, I saw blood and a good amount of it .
“We’re going to need to take your shirt off, kid.” The older guy said as he walked back with a first aid kit in his hand.
“I’ll help him.”
Marc got out of the seat and was now standing before me. He scanned my body over as I just looked at him trying to smile to let him know it wasn’t that bad. But from the looks on his face, it must have been worse then I thought. He directed me to try and lift my arms up over my head in order to remove my hoodie. As I slowly began to lift them pain began to pulsate throughout my body and worsened the higher they went. By the time I got my arms over my head I had my eyes shut tight and my teeth clenched fighting through the pain. He saw I was having trouble keeping them up and quickly removed my clothes so I could return my arms back to my side.
“Sorry, Christian. I know that must of hurt.” He said as he folded my sweatshirt and put it on the chair.
I made a drinking motion at him signaling, I wanted something cold so I could clear my throat and hopefully talk. He simply nodded and ran out of the office into the locker room and out the door to one of the corridors. I came to the conclusion that this older guy had to be the football coach since Marc and Dalton felt comfortable enough brining me to him. The football decorum around the room also helped with this assumption. He was digging through the big container pulling out rolls of gauze, a bottle peroxide, butterfly stitches and a roll of medical tape when Marc returned with a sports drink in his hand.
“I didn’t know what you liked to drink,” he started as he twisted the cap off and held it up to my mouth for me to drink, “so I got you this since it has electrolytes and all that shit that’s good for your body.”
“It’s fine.” The words were barely audible as I took more of the drink down. “Thank you.”
“It’s no problem.” He sat down beside me on the desk. “How are you feeling.”
“Aside from getting beat and being unconscious twice, pretty good.”
“Well you look like shit.”
“Owww,” we both burst out into laughter, “don’t make me laugh, it hurts too much to laugh.”
“Sorry, I’ll try not to.” He said still smiling. “Do you think he’ll be okay coach?”
“Well from just looking at him, I would say nothing is broken.” He moved closer to me. “I still want to examine his body to make sure everything’s intact and nothing is punctured or bleeding internally. I‘m going to just have a feel over your torso. ”
He started at the back of my head running his fingers gently through my hair, making sure there weren’t any openings. Then he made his way down my back scanning over the skin with both his hands and eyes for any sensitive areas, but none were found. When he was done with my back he moved onto my torso which was already a lovely shade of purple and yellow. More pressure was applied to my ribs which caused a wave of pain to surge throughout my body. Marc got hold of my hand as the coach was doing this so I could try and lessen the pain by squeezing it. I took advantage of this generous offer and grabbed his hand tightly over the next few minutes while my bruised skin was poked at with cold firm fingers. Marc just smiled as I crushed his hand and it made me feel at ease.
“Well,” the coach started “nothing appears to be broken nor does there seem to be any internal trauma.”
“So he pretty much just got beat up badly?”
“Well no, a few of his ribs are most likely bruised which are going to cause some discomfort over the next few days as they heal themselves. I recommend lots of icing and then heat as well as some Tylenol to make it more pleasant.”
“Thanks coach,” Marc started “We didn’t know where to take him and you were the first one to come to mind.”
“I’m glad you did, Marc, it was a very responsible thing to do.” He picked up the gauze and a tube of muscle relaxant. “I just want to put some of this cream on with a few layers of gauze to help the healing process. Can you put your left hand on Marc’s shoulder and your right one on mine, son?”
“Yeah…I think I can do that.” The pain once again returned as I stretched my arms up so he could wrap the gauze around my torso more easily. “Is that good?”
“Perfect.” He smiled as he squeezed the strong smelling white cream into his hand before he brought it to my side. The cream was cold as it made contact with warm skin as the coach slowly and gently rubbed it over the bruised area. The smell was awful as the vapors entered my nostrils and made their way up my nose slightly burning the sensitive area. It then began to get warm as he continued rubbing it into my skin and began to lessen the pain almost instantly. When the white cream was no longer visible, he placed the gauze on one side of my torso and wrapped it around the other, repeating himself until the bruised area was covered. It wasn’t tight until he put this medical wrap over, keeping the gauze in place. He finished up with a final cut to the wrap and proceeded to put the medical items back in the first aide kit. “That should help the healing process speed up a little. I want you to apply more of this cream later tonight and continue doing it twice a day until you feel little to no pain anymore.” He handed me the tube. “You’ve been a good patient, Christian.”
“Thank you so much. I really appreciate it.”
“It was no trouble at all.” He said putting his coat on and a winter cap since he was bald. “Keep my star quarterback happy, kid.”
The words didn’t click as they first came out of his mouth until he was halfway through the locker room. I highly doubt Dalton was the reason why his football coach knew about his love life yet he still knew. I’ve never seen the coach around campus before so he couldn’t have seen me and Dalton together and I’ve never been in here to cause suspicion. I wondered if Dalton knew his football coach found about his relationship with another man and I began to breathe heavy.
“Are you okay, Christian?”
“Does…does he know?”
“Know about what, kid?” I just looked at him. “Oh, you and Dalton. Yeah, he knows about that. It slipped when I brought you here to get help and he asked who you were. He doesn’t care though, Christian; he smiled and said that he’s actually glad Dalton has someone good in his life for once.”
“He…he really said that?” Marc nodded. “That’s such a weight off my shoulders.”
“How so?”
“All this time since Dalton started a relationship with me, I’ve been worried about ruining his football career. I’ve been beating myself thinking that he would get kicked off the team if someone were to find out about him dating another guy.”
“Do you think we actually care what his sexuality is?”
I shrugged my shoulders.
“Seriously, you feel it matters what his sexuality is?”
“Well, yeah, you guys change in the locker room together and tackle each other in practice. Wouldn’t it be awkward?”
“Dalton has you, Christian; he wouldn’t try anything with us. He wouldn’t try anything with us if he hadn’t met you regardless.”
“I guess you’re right”
“I know I’m right kid. The guy’s a brother to everyone on the team. We would never turn our backs on him, and we won’t turn our backs on you now. You’re going to be accepted by the football team too, kid. If Dalton cares about you, the whole team cares about you so you better get used to being surrounded by football players.”
“You know you don’t have to do that, right?”
“We don’t have to do anything, Christian. We could completely ignore you or give you hell but we choose not to. You’re pretty much one of us now, without the whole football part.” He gave me a reassuring smile.
“That means a lot to me. Really, it does.”
“You’re our Dalton’s boyfriend; there’s no question that we’re not going to care about you too.”
I jumped off the table and leaned into him signaling I wanted a hug. He gently wrapped his huge solid arms around me trying not to hurt me, but I didn’t care. I wrapped my arms around his body as tightly as I could and buried my face into his chest. His body was warm as I was pressed up against it and to my surprise, he actually felt like a giant teddy bear. Even though his body was hard as steel, he still felt soft and cuddly as we stood there embraced in a hug. He eventually let go of me, put his hands on my shoulders, looked me in the eye and smiled again. It felt nice to have someone whom you just met a few days ago care about you this much. I couldn’t help but smile back.
“What do you say we get your hoodie back on and clean up your face…it has dried blood all over it.”
“I must look so attractive right now.”
“Trust me babe, you still do.” This voice was much deeper and I instantly knew who it was. Dalton was leaning in the doorway with his arms crossed just looking at the both of us. “If you don’t mind Marc, I’d like to hug my boyfriend.”
I didn’t care how much pain I was in or how much pain I was going to be in. I started running towards him jumping into the air for him to catch me. He caught me in his strong arms and brought me close to his chest in an embracing and extremely emotional hug. I couldn’t help but cry as he held me there in his arms, overwhelmed with emotions. The thought that I wouldn’t of been able to see him again when I was going in and out of consciousness scared me and began to make me nervous, but all of these feelings were relinquished by this powerful hug.
The weirdest thing though, had to be the fact that I felt no pain as he had his arms wrapped tightly around my sensitive body. All I felt was the love we had for one another; no pain, no nothing, just affection. I could of just hugged him for hours and didn’t want to let go but he returned me back to the ground. We looked at each other for a few seconds as we stood there until I lunged forward again for another hug. This time I buried my face into Dalton’s chest as my arms locked around his torso. I could hear his heart beat as I had my face pressed against his large pectoral. If this wasn’t love, I don’t know what is.
“You have blood on your face, Christian.” He said as he looked down at me.
“So do you…and your shirt.”
“Well the blood on my face is from the cut under my eye. “ He said touching it gently. “One of the guys got a lucky shot on me and it split the skin open. The blood on my shirt and pants isn’t mine though.”
“Oh…that makes it all better…”
“Would you rather it be my blood or someone else’s?”
“Someone else’s” I said meekly. “What exactly did you do to them, Dalton? They’re not dead, are they?”
“No, babe, they’re not dead. Pretty close to it, but they’re still alive.” He walked me over to the sink where he started to clean my face. “I think they’ll be leaving you alone from now on.” When my face was cleared of the blood he lowered his head and pressed his lips against mine. The spark was still there. “How are you feeling though? Did coach look you over and everything?”
“Yes,“ he brought a towel up to his own face to get the blood off. “He put some muscle relaxant on my bruises then wrapped me up. We have to do this twice a day to help with the pain.”
“I’ll do it for you, don’t worry.” He threw the towel into the cart in the locker room and walked over to a locker and proceeded to open it. “I have a hoodie in here for you to wear since yours got ruined with blood. Let me get out of these clothes too so people don’t look at me like a murderer or something.”
He threw the hoodie at Marc so he could help me put it on without causing much pain. Dalton then took off his shirt that was once white but now stained with a deep red color scattered all over it. His body was covered with a thin layer of sweat that glistened as the overhead light hit his body. His muscles stayed firm as he took his pants off and bounced around trying to get them over his shoes. His body is simply a work of art with each of his muscles meticulously shaped to perfection. I couldn’t help but stare as he was standing before us in nothing but a small pair of trunks. He caught me staring at him but simply smiled at me and gently grabbed his package thrusting his hips towards me. He motioned that his pride and glory belonged to me and only me and he couldn’t be happier. It made me feel good about myself knowing someone like Dalton wasn’t ashamed to be with a guy like me.
“Marc,” Dalton started, still in nothing but his underwear. “I heard what you said before and I just want to tell you, I really love you like a brother.”
“I love you too, man. You know I think of you as a part of my family and I would do anything for you. It doesn’t matter that you like guys; you’re still the same cocky and obnoxious Dalton I met in ninth grade.”
“Come here.” Dalton opened his arms and started walking over.
“Can you put some pants on first?”
“Shut up and just hug me.”
Marc reluctantly gave in smiling as he wrapped his arms around Dalton and squeezed tightly. Dalton patted his back as they stood there rocking back and forth for a few minutes just embracing one another. It amazed me how two guys could have such a close bond with one another that not even the sexuality of one of them mattered. They acted like nothing had changed between them; something that you don’t see very often in our world today.
The two finally separated as each held out a closed fist and pressed them together. Dalton proceeded back to his locker and reached inside for a pair of gym shorts as well as an extra shirt he had stored there. He quickly threw them over his exposed body, tied his shoes again and locked his locker. He walked over to me grabbing my face in the process and gently pressed his lips against mine in a passionate kiss. He slipped his tongue in my mouth quickly allowing our tongues to dance with one another as we stood there embraced in our kiss. I could of kept at this for hours but he pulled away all too soon in my opinion.
“Again, thank you Marc for taking care of Christian for me.”
“You don’t have to keep thanking me; it’s fine,” he said as we made our way outside. “Just promise me you won’t let him get hurt again or that you won’t hurt him either.”
“You have my word, man,” he replied as he grabbed my hand as we walked down the pathway. “I’m never going to hurt you Christian. I love you.”
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Mmmmmmm! So tender, so loving. Glad to read that everyone will be OK.
. Thanks for updating!
Reed,
It was a powerful chapter.
It's good to hear from you.
You don't owe us an apology. Real life trumps play time at JUB.
We'll keep.
It was a powerful chapter.
It's good to hear from you.
You don't owe us an apology. Real life trumps play time at JUB.
We'll keep.
