Date: Sat, 06 Mar 2004 14:12:24 +0100
From: Adrie van Dijk <ganymedes62@hotmail.com>
Subject: Lashes of Love Chapter 8

The following story is in part fictional. It describes the relationship
between a man and a teenage boy. Sex will only play a minor part in the
story.

The story is copyrighted, but free distribution in any form is allowed, as
long as no changes are made.

All the usual disclaimers apply.

Under normal circumstances I would have used the name Ganymedes in writing
this story. It is a name I have used for longer than I care to
remember. However, I haven't used it here as I did not want to be confused
with Ganymede, who I am not! I have added this comment because some people
have asked me about a possible connection, there is none.

Lashes of love

Chapter 8. Revelations.

I had never been so scared in my life. I had just admitted to a 15 year old
boy that I loved him, what was I thinking?

When I looked up into his face I saw tears forming in his eyes. The next
thing I knew he had his arms around me, his face buried against my shoulder
and he was crying. I closed my arms around him and we just sat there for a
while, I had started to cry too.

"I'm sorry Nafut, I'm sorry," I managed to stammer. Then I felt Nafut shake
his head a few times and in a voice that sounded unreal to me, he said:
"No, *I* am sorry, I love you too."

"What?" For some reason his words hadn't registered in my mind.

"I love you too," he said again, this time tightening his grip around me.

It was some time later that we broke our embrace, but I gripped his hands
and held on to them, stroking them with my thumbs. We looked at each other
briefly before he cast down his eyes.

"I need to tell you what has happened, but please, promise me you won't be
angry!"

"I could never get angry with you. I love you too much for that!."

I put my right arm around him and pulled him close to me, gently stroking
his left shoulder and arm with my left hand. Then he began telling me his
story.

"Last vacation, when I was in Turkey, there were these two older boys from
my village. And I found them one day when they were, well, when they were
jacking off. And they caught me and they saw, you know, they saw I was
hard.  Then they started saying I was a dirty faggot and that they'd tell
everyone if I didn't do as they told me. I was scared and one of them then
made me, you know, he made me suck him. And the other one, he did it to
me. You know, from behind. It hurt so much the first time, Willem, it
really hurt."

I pulled him closer to me. Both our faces were wet with tears. I pulled his
head on my shoulder and kissed the top.

"I'm sorry Nafut, I'm sorry for what those bastards did to you. But you
said the first time?"

"Yes, the first time it hurt, but two days later they told me to come to
the barn again. They told me they would tell my father about me if I didn't
and I was scared, so I went. And then, then they did it again, both of them
this time.  And it began to feel good. I didn't want it to feel good
Willem, honestly, but it did. And than, the time after that, it didn't hurt
much at all. And I thought about you, and how you had held me when I
left. You remember that Willem? I thought about that and I didn't care
about them anymore. And then, when Backir did it again, I didn't think of
him, I thought about all the fun you and I have had and it just happened. I
didn't mean it to happen, but it did, I came while he was doing it. I just
couldn't help it, and they became so angry. They said I was a dirty faggot
and that they should castrate me or kill me. Then they hit me, they hit me
in my stomach and they kicked me in my crotch and my balls hurt, and I
thought they would kill me for sure. After that I didn't go to meet them
any more, I was scared they would kill me, but they didn't tell my father
anything."

I almost couldn't believe what I was hearing. These guys had hurt my sweet
boy. Hearing him tell about it the way he did, made the hurt almost
palpable.

"They're the ones that should be castrated," I blurted. "I'm sorry they
hurt you, I'm so sorry."

"Don't be sorry, it's not your fault. When I came back, I wanted to tell
you, but I was scared. I was scared you wouldn't like me any more if I told
you. And then Ron came, and I thought you and him, you know. And then
Zoltan called me over and he told me that he is Backir's uncle and that
Backir had told him about me."

"Who's Zoltan?"

"Oh, he's the guy that runs the street soccer team, you know, he lives on
number 12. But well, he told me to come over and to join the soccer team.
And he said I had to come to his house before practice and when I did he
told me to, you know, to take his dick in my mouth. I didn't want to, but
he said he would tell all my friends about me if I didn't. And he does it
every time and he said that he won't fuck me because I like it and I don't
deserve to enjoy myself.  And he's always saying weird stuff and
threatening to tell about me. I'm scared Willem, I'm scared he's going to
tell all my friends and they'll hate me."

"O Nafut, don't worry, you'll never have to go to him again. He'll never
make you do anything you don't want to again, I'm going to make sure of
that. And he won't tell your friends either, I'm going to make sure of that
too. You were hurt so much, and I'm so sorry about that. I should have seen
it, but I didn't. I love you so much it hurts me too."

He had started to look at me while I talked and when I had said my piece he
just leaned in and kissed me. He kissed me the only way he probably knew
how, with mouth closed, but there was an incredible love and passion in it
just the same. Then we hugged again.

"Will you have sex with me, Willem?"

"No, I won't, I can only make love to you, that's something completely
different. But I don't think now is the time for that."

He looked at me with his penetrating dark eyes and the puzzled expression
showed itself again on his face.

"Look Nafut, I love you very much, please never doubt that. But making love
is something very special to me, and I want it to be special for you too.
That's why I would like you to think about a few things before we go ahead
with that.  Do you understand?"

He nodded his head, but there wasn't much conviction in it.

"You just told me you were afraid, afraid your father might find out
things, afraid your friends might. What do you think would happen if they
found out about you and me? Would you be able to tell your parents or your
friends that I didn't force you to do anything, that you love me too?"

The expression on his face turned serious and I knew he now understood.

"I don't know," he said quietly.

"That's ok. It's normal to be afraid and I understand that it's very
difficult for you. That is why I want you to think about it. We have all
the time in the world, so there's no need to rush into things. Now let's go
and look for some of that music you wanted."

We hugged again and kissed, then went into the side room. While we were
searching for Nafut's songs my mind was working overtime again. I needed to
find a solution that would ensure Nafut never getting bothered again by
Zoltan and that he would keep his mouth shut. The answer came quickly. I
would have to make a few phone calls after Nafut had left.

During the search I felt Nafut look at me a few times until I finally asked
him if there was anything wrong.

"No, nothing's wrong. I just wondered; would you mind if I sat on your lap
for a while?"

He still had it, he could still make me smile and I did.

"You can sit on my lap anytime so hop on."

He did and I held him as close to me as I could until it was time for him
to go home again.