THE ATTACK
I was having a great night. Our team had just won our game against our biggest rival, and we went out to a local bar to celebrate! I had a great time drinking and getting rowdy with my teammates. After we finished at the bar me, Stefan, Antonio, and Deiter all went out to a gay bar to continue the party. We continued to have a great time there. I even had a few guys hit on me. Unfortunately for them I had to turn them down, since I did have a boyfriend (God I never got tired of saying that!). I started talking to this one guy a bit, and he asked me if I wanted to buy some pot. I asked the other guys and they all were up for it and they were. I didn't think this night could get any better!
I went outside the bar and into the allyway with the stranger. He reached into his pocket and suddenly I felt a crushing blow to the back of my head. I fell to the pavement in pain. I turned around and saw two huge guys had joined the original guy.
"So you're a queer huh?", one of the big guys asked before hitting my head with the bottom of his foot.
"You know what happens to fags right?", the original guy asked as he kicked me against my chest. I could hear and feel one of my ribs crack. They continued to beat me with their feet a few more times before the big guys grabbed me by my arms and pulled me up, pressing me hard against the brick wall.
"Do you wanna die queer?", the original guy asked me. I wriggled around trying to break free, but they were both too strong for me to escape from alone, and I had been weakened from the beating.
He began to punch me in the face. I could feel my eyes swell from pain, and blood run out of my nose and mouth. He then punched me in the stomach and chest hard, knocking the wind out of me and cracking another rib. I collapsed over and spat out blood. I wanted to scream for help but I was too weak, and also scared over what might happen to me if I did.
The leader of the gang reached into his pocket and pulled out a switchblade.
"Oh God, I'm going to die", I thought to myself. I pictured myself lying in a ditch with my throat slit. I also thought of Lars, what would happen with him and how I never got to tell him that I loved him.
"You brought this on yourself", the main guy said as he stabbed me in the stomach. I let out a cry of pain as I felt the blood begin to pour out of the wound. Suddenly I saw Stefan run up behind him and punch him in the back of the head. Deiter and Antonio were not far behind. The two big guys let go of me and took off. I collapsed to the ground I saw Deiter begin to chase after them. Antonio immediatly came to my aid, while Stefan began beating the other guy.
"Hang on Steve. Don't go", he said as tears began to well up in his eyes. He lifted me up and held me in his arms as he put pressure on my stab wound to stop the bleeding. I saw Deiter come running back with his cellphone in hand. I hoped he was calling for help. Stefan continued to hold the man up against the wall, demanding information about the other two guys. I felt exhausted from the trauma that I endured and began to close my eyes.
"No Steve! No!", I heard Antonio shout. Before I blacked out I saw Deiter appear above me, still on the phone. Him breaking into tears was the last thing I remembered.
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I awoke in a hospital bed, wearing nothing but a pair of scrub pants. I noticed I had on a cast across my ribs, and a cast on my nose as well. I looked down and saw that my stab wound had been stiched up. I couldn't see very well, but my eyes surprisingly didn't hurt too bad. Turning to my side, I saw Deiter at my bedside. He saw that I was awake and he smiled as he reached over to hug me, being careful of my cast. We both burst into tears.
"I really thought we'd lost you for a bit there", he said.
"You could've easily", I said.
"You're so tough and strong though", he said with a laugh over the tears. He got up and walked outside the room.
"He's awake you guys!", I heard him shout. Footsteps approached the room and suddenly Stefan and Antonio appeared in the doorway and ran towards me. They both hugged me.
"I'm so sorry Steve", Stefan said. He looked like he was about to cry.
"How are you feeling?", Antonio asked.
"Not bad considering. You got strong painkillers in your country", I said with a chuckle. They all laughted at that.
"You've been out for about 6 hours. They sedated you so they could stitch you up and whatnot", Deiter said.
"Lars!?", I asked with conviction.
"I called him as soon as we got to the hospital. He was going to catch the first train out here.", Deiter responded.
"How did he take it?", I asked, having a feeling that I knew the answer already.
"Well, he was very upset and crying. I really think he loves you Steve.", Deiter said.
After we talked a bit more I said that I was feeling tired and wanted to rest a bit. The three of them left the room and I heard Stefan begin to cry again.
"We fucking promised him that nothing like that would happen here. What is he going to think now? Will he be scared to open up like he was before?", he said.
"We promised him that nothing like that would happen within our team. We have opened him up so much, and last night we saved his life. Right now we have to be there for him.", Antonio said.
"I should've gone outside with him. This never would've happened then. I hope Hanz and the others kill those fuckers!", Deiter said. That was the last thing I heard before falling asleep.
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I was out for I don't know how long when I felt someone grab my hand. Suddenly I heard Lars' voice. He was crying.
"I love you Steve. I'm sorry that I didn't tell you that sooner but I was scared of ruining things. You're the best thing to happen to me in a long time", he said. I then moved my hand around a bit, which cause him to look up at me. The smile that I loved spread across his face. He got up and wrapped me in arms and kissed me. We both began to cry.
"It's okay baby. I'm here. I'm here now", he said in between kisses. He then sat back down, still staring at me and smiling.
"It's great to see you. I love you too Lars. I've wanted to tell you that for a while too, but I've been scared. Last night when I thought I was going to die, you were what I thoght about. I worried about what would happen to you, and I thought about how you would never know that I loved you", I said as tears streamed down my face.
"Last night I really realized how far I've come. I thought about killing myself a few times back in college. I even planned it out on occasion. Last night though I was genuinly afraid of losing everything I've worked for, especially you", I told him.
"Nobody has ever looked at me that way you do. Nobody has ever touched my face, or held me in their arms the way you do. I love you Lars", I added as we both began to cry again. He leaned over to me and we hugged and kissed again.
"No more tears Steve", he said. We then talked about happier things, mainly our winning game the other night. After about an hour Lars asked if I'd contacted my parents. I asked him if he could do that for me. He stepped out into the hall and talked with them for about a half hour.
"They're catching the next plane out here and will probably arrive tomorrow", he said. "And I have a surprise for you", he said. A smile of anticipation formed on my face.
"I talked it over with my coach, and I'll be staying here with you until you get better", he said.
I didn't know what to say. I pictured us living together several times.
"That's great Lars!", I said. He leaned down and kissed me again, and I felt his other hand touch my crotch. He stopped kissing me and I stared into his eyes. With his other hand he began to tease my nipple.
"Only if you want to", he said.
"Yes, I want you to", I said, and he pulled my pants down a little bit and moved his mouth towards my cock.
The second his mouth touched my dick I felt instant relief from all the pain I was feeling. He moved up and down, rubbing it with his tougne at the same time. I began to moan with pleasure, but I knew I had to keep it down because of the setting! Suddenly I heard the doctor coming towards my room. Lars quickly pulled my pants up but the erection was so obviously poking through! He turned to me and smiled his devilish grin that I loved.
"Lars will be my at home doctor! I should hope my recovery will take longer then expected", I thought to myself.
