Date: Mon, 9 May 2005 20:24:15 -0700 (PDT)
From: John Josept <wildgate1@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Naked Surfer/Chapter 6

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I dedicate this and everything I do to my partner, who goes through hell
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The Naked Surfer
Chapter 6
by John Josept

	"Damn is it morning already?" Daniel thought to himself as he felt
the sun beating down on him from the window next to the bed. Daniel was
still wrapped up in Chase's arms when the clock radio went off and the cool
sounds for soft jazz could be heard.

	"Hmmm, damn is it morning already?" Chase said, trying desperately
not to open his eyes. Daniel kissed Chase on the top of his head.

	"Yeah, sleepyhead, its time to get up."

	"Ok, Ok," Chase said sleepily, as his hand found its way to Daniel
morning erection. "I can always count on that cock of yours to be hard the
first thing in the morning," Chase slowly started to masturbate Daniel's
dick. Daniel could feel Chase's hard rod up against his thigh.

	"That was incredible last night, Chase," Daniel said turning toward
his lover, "I can still feel you inside me."

	"Yeah, it really was amazing babe. I never felt anything like that
before, but how is your butt feeling, I mean your ass was pretty sore."

	"Well, it does hurt a little, but I am sure I will get over it real
quick. I loved you inside me, Chase, I felt so much a part of you."

	The two lovers held each other and kissed passionately and licked
their tongues inside their mouths. They slowly got on their knees on the
bed and held each other close, their naked bodies pressed tight against
each other. They kissed again with their mouths open wide. Chase's tongue
licked Daniel's tongue then licked his lips. As they embraced, Daniel
started to beat his own dick but Chase took it from his hand and started to
beat it for him. Daniel in turn, did the same to Chase. They held their
lips and bodies together for a while, licked some more and stroked their
cocks as they did.

	They let go of their dicks and leaned back on their legs and
started to stroke themselves.

	"Fuck babe, you look so hot. I love looking at your body," Chase
said to his lover.

	"You excite me, Chase," Daniel said, as he masturbated himself.

	Daniel felt himself getting close; he stopped, because he wanted to
wait for Chase.

	Chase got himself all worked up into a sexual frenzy. "God Daniel,
I want to cum all over your body and in your mouth and on your face," Chase
said as he got close to cumming.

	"Lay down Daniel, quick," Chase instructed. His breathing was heavy
as he was about ready to reach the point of no return.

	No sooner did Daniel lie on his back, when Chase straddled his
chest and beat his hard cock over Daniel's face. Daniel grabbed hold of his
own dick and started to jack it faster and faster.

	"Open up your mouth Daniel, I am going to cum."

	Daniel open his mouth wide as Chase's spunk shot passed his
lips. He swallowed what he could in that position. Chase then took his dick
and buried it deep in Daniel's mouth. Daniel close is lips around his
lover's manhood and Chase began to fuck his mouth cumming more and more
down Daniel's throat. Chase tried to balance himself by leaning on the
headboard while keeping his legs around Daniel chest. In the middle of all
this Daniel started to shoot his load up in the air and down his shaft and
all over his hand. Chase just kept pumping Daniel's mouth.

	"Oh god, fuck," Chase moaned over and over until his flow of sperm
finally subsided.

	Chase leaned his head up against the wall behind the
headboard. Daniel didn't want to let go of his lovers now softened penis.

	Chase pulled his cock out of Daniel's mouth and collapsed next to
him, and continued to try and regain his strength.

	Daniel lifted his cum covered hand from his cock and was about to
lick it clean when Chase grabbed hold of the hand and started, very
seductively, to lap up the spunk with his tongue.

	Daniel smiled and pulled Chase into him and kissed his lips that
still had the taste of his cum on them.

	Daniel looked into Chase's smiling eyes and said, "I love you,
Chase."

	Chase smiled at his lover and leaned in and kissed Daniel on the
lips, and said the words that were forbidden to him just hours ago, "I love
you too Daniel," Chase said.

	They lay there for a while then realized the time.

	"Damn, it's getting late," Chase said, "how about you take your
shower and get that cum off you, while I get breakfast going."

	"Ok, good idea," Daniel said. They got out of bed and kissed, then
Daniel went into the bathroom and Chase went to the kitchen to make
breakfast.

	After Daniel showered, he met Chase in the kitchen just as he was
finishing breakfast. They sat down at the table facing each other to eat.

	Chase stared at Daniel. The thought of not knowing when he would
see his lover again was working on his nerves and making him very
depressed. His dad was due back today and he had to stay at that house for
a few days. He didn't know why he had to stay he just knew his dad relied
on him. Chase's stomach started to turn and his mood was changing rapidly
and he became very edgy. He desperately tried to get it under control, but
he just knew something bad was going to happen.

	"You know I had a strange dream last night," Chase said, trying to
smile and get himself out of the feeling of anxiety. "I dreamt that Chelsea
came over and told us she was going to show our 'shit' at her gallery and
we were going to be famous. Pretty crazy dream huh?"

	"Babe, that was no dream, that really happened," Daniel said going
along with Chase, knowing full well he was pulling his chain again.

	"All that really happened? Damn can you believe it Daniel? All our
wishes are about to come true."

	"Well, we will see if it really does happen," Daniel said, looking
down at his plate of food, his insecurities were telling him, something
would stop it.

	"Aren't you the gloomy shit all of a sudden? What the hell brought
that on?" Chase said, a little bit annoyed with Daniel.

	"Chase, I am not the type of person that good things happen to,"
Daniel replied.

	"Why are you always so goddamn negative, Daniel?!" Chase said
getting more and more pissed off at his lover and he really didn't know
why.

	"Sorry, Chase, you know me," Daniel said trying to make amends.

	"Well, get fucking over it, Daniel!" Chase yelled angrily. He stood
up and took his chair and slammed it hard, against the table. This took
Daniel by surprise. Chase didn't realize he was taking his anger out on
Daniel. He just knew with his changing mood, he had to get out of the house
right away. Chase felt like breaking something but thought better of it. He
went into the bathroom, put on his wet suit and headed toward the door.

	"I won't be here tonight. I don't know when I will see you
again. My fucking old man comes back today, and I have to be there." Chase
then walked out the back door to get his board.

	"Chase, wait, I'm sorry," Daniel pleaded, but Chase wouldn't
listen.

	"Go to hell, Daniel," he said as he grabbed his board and headed
down the Strand to meet with his buds.

	Daniel felt bad that he got Chase so upset. He knew it had nothing
to do with what he said; it was because his father was coming back. Daniel
decided he would call Chase later and apologize to him, anyway.

	Daniel went to the bedroom and got dressed and headed off to work,
knowing he had to some how make things right between him and Chase.

	He got to the office on time and the day went by slowly. He tried
to call Chase several times but Chase did not answer his cel phone. He
didn't want to call Chase at his dad's house in case his dad was already
there. Daniel decided to call again later.

	Five o'clock finally crept around and Daniel cleared his desk and
left. He went straight to the gym because he wanted to work off his
frustrations. As he drove up to the gym, Daniel tried to call Chase again,
but to no avail. He did leave another message on his voice mail though.

	Daniel couldn't concentrate on his workout and after a half hour
decided to leave and head on home to see if Chase left any
messages. "Perhaps," he thought to himself, "Chase is there waiting for
me."

	Daniel hurried to the locker room to change. He wasn't going to
shower; he could do that at home. As he got to his locker, the nuisance
Andy, naked as usual, came up close to him and whispered, "Hey good
looking, how about we shower together?" Daniel was in no mood for his
advances.

	"Look Andy, I have no time for you right now. I am in a hurry and I
need to get out of here."

	"Hmmm, come to my place and I will relax you. I suck a mean dick."

	That's all that Daniel needed, his patience ran thin. "One more
time, Andy," Daniel said loud enough for most everyone in the locker room
to hear, "I don't want to go to your place for a drink or anything else you
might have in mind, so fuck off!"

	Andy's face turned red. Daniel was not sure if it was from anger or
from embarrassment. Everyone in the locker room was now staring at
them. Daniel didn't care. He didn't ever bother to change; he just grabbed
his things and headed out the locker room in his gym shorts, pushing Andy
aside as he did.

	"You bastard," Andy muttered under his breath as Daniel passed him
by.

	Andy turned to look at the others who were still staring at him,
"Well, what are you all looking at," he yelled as everyone continued on to
what they were doing.

	When Daniel got home there was no message on his answering
machine. Daniel picked up his phone and tried to call Chase again. All he
got was his voice mail and he left yet another message that said he was
sorry and asking Chase to call.

	"I knew I would do something to fuck this up," Daniel said out
loud.




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	Charlie was sitting on the floor with his back leaning against the
wall in Chase's room at his dad's house. Chase was lying on his bed with
his hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling, not saying anything.

	"Well, you going to call him back? That's the millionth time he's
called you," Charlie asked, while tossing Chase's old football in the air
and catching it.

	 Chase didn't reply he just laid there quietly.

	"I still don't know why you got so pissed off at him."

	"I don't know either, Charlie, I should be the one to apologize to
him. Damn," Chase exclaimed sitting up on the bed, "I made a fucking
asshole out of myself. He didn't do anything except be Daniel and I jumped
all over his ass." Chase laid back down on the bed.

	"Well, from what I see his ass is pretty fine, would be fun to jump
on it," Charlie said trying to lighten the mood.

	"I love him, Charlie." Chase said, ignoring Charlie's ill attempt
to make him smile. "I knew I would do something to fuck this up."

	"Shit don't tell me that, tell it to Daniel," Charlie said, feeling
a bit jealous. His feelings for Chase were still the same but he resigned
himself to the situation. He still was Chase's best friend and he knew that
wasn't going to change.

	All of a sudden, the bedroom door swung open and hit the bookcase
behind it. There stood Joe Bell, Chase's father, in a full state of
drunkenness.

	Joe wasn't a really big man and not especially in good shape mostly
because of his drinking. His beer gut drooped over his sagging pants. His
dark blond hair was showing signs of gray. His face had a weathered,
painful look to it. At one time he was a handsome man, but the years of
drinking and bitterness, took its toll on him. He had the same blue eyes
that Chase had. If you look very close through the pain, the premature
wrinkles and the bags under his eyes, you could see the resemblance Chase
had to his father. Looks were all they had in common.

	"I'm going to the store to get more beer. While I'm gone, get my
fucking dinner ready," Joe slurred.

	"You shouldn't drive, your drunk," Chase said.

	"Don't tell me what the fuck I should do, you worthless piece of
shit. Now get off that fucking bed and get my dinner," Joe said, his words
were running together. He had been home only two hours and wasted no time
to start to drink. Joe wouldn't admit it, but he depended on Chase for his
day-to-day needs, like food.

	"And you," Joe said as he turned to Charlie, "get your fucking ass
out of my house."

	"He's visiting me. Charlie fucking stays," Chase said in defiance.

	"Get the fuck out of here," Joe yelled at Charlie.

	"Look, Chase I better go, I will come to pick you up in about an
hour ok," Charlie said, afraid of what Joe might do, not to him, but to
Chase. He knew that Joe had beaten Chase pretty badly in the past and he
didn't want anything to happen to him.

	"Ok, Charlie," Chase said as he got off the bed.

	Chase walked Charlie to the front door. "Don't let him hit you
Chase, fight him back, you could take him easy. Punch him in the gut, its
all beer anyway." Charlie and Chase smiled. "At least protect yourself, I
don't want anything to happen to that cute face of yours," Charlie smiled
again, as he touched Chase's cheek with the back of his hand.

	"Ok, I will protect myself, Charlie," Chase said, as Charlie walked
out the door. Chase didn't know why he wouldn't fight back. Deep down Chase
loved his dad, although that love had never been returned or appreciated.

	Joe staggered toward the back door. "Where's my fucking keys to the
truck,"

	"Joe, you're drunk you shouldn't drive." Chase hadn't called his
father 'dad' to his face, in years. He always called him by his first name.

	"I told you boy, don't fucking tell me what to do."

	"Fine, go kill yourself on the road. I don't give a shit. Your keys
are where they always are," Chase said.

	Chase had hoped the repair job that Marty did on the truck would go
unnoticed by his dad, but then he figured Joe was so drunk he wouldn't
notice it even if it weren't repaired.

	Joe found his keys and swung the back door open and headed to the
garage. Chase heard the truck start, the garage door open and the truck
drive away.

	Chase started his dad's dinner, then went back to his room and laid
on the bed again. His cel phone rang and he looked at the Caller ID
number. It was Daniel calling again. Chase almost answered, but decided not
to just yet. He still was too embarrassed and he knew he hurt Daniel and
didn't want to face that right now. He figured he would call his partner
later and apologize or maybe walk on down there so he could hold Daniel in
his arms for a while.

	Chase lay there thinking about the night before when he was making
love to Daniel and how it felt to be inside him. Chase's dick started to
get hard, but fatigue overcame him.

	Chase drifted off into a dream that he and Daniel were walking
naked, hand in hand, through a large California poppy field. They stopped
and kissed. Daniel laid down on the grass surrounded by the Orange colored
flowers. Chase stood there looking down at his lover, admiring his muscular
body. Daniel's leg spread open inviting Chase to enter him.

	"Come to me, Chase," Daniel said, his voice echoed all around
him. "I want you inside me."

	Chase knelt down in between his lover's legs. Both their manhood
were hard and pointed in front of them. Daniel's legs spread open even
wider where Chase could see his rosebud just waiting for Chase to cross the
threshold.

	Chase took his hardened rod and guided it into Daniel. In his
dream, there was no resistance and no pain for Daniel either. He just slid
into his lover and began to pump. They kissed like they usually do with
their tongue buried deep in each other's mouths.

	"Fuck me, Chase" Daniel's voice slowly echoed. Chase did as he was
told, and pumped in and out of Daniel's sweet rosebud. He was completely
lost in his lover' eyes, but Chase made the mistake of looking up over his
lover head. Off in a distance he saw someone running toward them across the
field. Someone waving his hands and yelling out something that Chase
couldn't make out. As the figure got closer, Chase's beautiful dream of
making love to Daniel, turned into a nightmare. It was Joe that invaded his
dream and who was screaming with something in his hand, "What the fuck! Did
you think you could get away with this?"

	What Chase had thought was a dream, was in reality his father
standing over him by his bed with a piece of paper in his fist screaming at
the top of his voice, and woke Chase, "What the fuck! Did you think you
could get away with this?"

	Joe was beside himself; his eyes were filled with fire and
rage. Chase had seen that look before and knew he was in for something very
bad.

	"What are you talking about?" Chase asked trying to come out of his
sleep.

	"The fucking truck, where the hell did you get $500.00 to get it
fixed." Then Chase recognized the piece of paper that Joe had in his
hand. It was the bill from Marty's Body Shop.

	"Shit," Chase said to himself, "I left the bill in the truck, what
a fucking idiot." Chase realized that in his haste to put the vehicle in
the garage, and put the whole truck accident behind him, he had left the
bill on the seat.

	Chase turned white as Joe grabbed the front of his shirt and picked
him up out of the bed and slammed him into the wall. Joe was surprisingly
strong for a man so out of shape. Three more times Joe slammed his son into
that wall making sure Chase hit his head each time. Insults and profanity
poured from Joe's mouth. Chase cringed in pain.

	"Joe, stop, please don't do this," Chase pleaded, he knew all too
well what was coming next. Joe was like a mad man.

	"Did you think I wouldn't find out about this? You fucking wrecked
my truck! Are you that dumb to think I wouldn't notice this, you fucking
worthless piece of shit?" Joe took the back of his hand, reached way down,
swung up and slapped Chase as hard as he could across the face sending him
flying to the floor.

	Chase was dazed, and tried to get up. His hand went to a stinging
sensation on his face. It was wet. He looked at his hand and it was red
with his blood.

	"Oh Shit no," Chase said, looking at the blood. Joe was yelling
something but Chase couldn't make it out.

	"I said, get up, you piece of worthless shit," Joe screamed as he
reached down, and grabbed Chase's shirt again, but this time it tore, but
not before Joe slammed Chase against the door, hitting Chase's head again.

	"Don't ignore me when I am talking to you, shithead," Joe yelled
banging Chase's head against the door again.

	"Joe, stop please," Chase whispered. Chase clinched his fist he
wanted to hit Joe. "Hit him Chase," a voice in his head kept saying. "I
can't," Chase replied to the voice, "he's my father."

	Chase felt another slap in the face, or was it a punch, he couldn't
tell, and then another slap or punch to his mouth. Chase knew he was
bleeding bad and tried to head out the bedroom door, but Joe grabbed him by
the collar. Chase was able to maneuver himself out of his torn shirt
exposing his bare torso and leaving Joe holding the tattered garment. This
pissed Joe off even more. Chase headed for the door again, but this time
Joe grabbed him by his hair and pulled him back into the room and threw him
on the floor.

	"Ahhhhh," Chase scream, as he grabbed his head.

	"You ain't going no where, asshole. I ain't finished with you yet!"
Joe screamed, "I'll teach you to steal my fucking truck!"

	Chase got up off the floor just in time to see Joe's tightly
clinched fist heading toward his face, he felt the intense pain in his eye
as he once again fell on all fours, to the floor. Chase saw blood on the
carpet; it was his blood and a lot of it. Chase turned his head and saw
Joe's foot swinging toward his groin. Chase moved his body out of the way
but Joe's foot caught him in the stomach, and knocked the wind out of
him. Chase remembered the last thing Charlie said to him, 'Don't let him
hit you Chase, fight him back or at least protect yourself.'

	He looked up and saw Joe heading for him, again, his foot swung
toward Chase's head. This time Chase got out of the way completely. Joe
lost his balance and Chase grabbed Joe's foot and with a burst of energy he
didn't know he had, flipped his father to the floor.

	He looked over at his dad who was lying on his back with his arms
and legs spread out. Joe was confused, the alcohol had clouded his mind, he
couldn't figure out just what happened and didn't move. Chase knew this was
his chance to get out of there, but he was too weak and dazed from the
pounding to this head and body, to move very fast. He crawled to the front
door. He heard his father yelling for him. Chase opened the door and
stumbled out and fell on the front lawn. He tried to yell for help but the
words couldn't come out of his mouth loud enough for anyone to hear.

	Chase lay on the lawn for a few seconds; blood dripped from his
mouth and the cut above his eye onto the grass. A hand touched his arm and
Chase jumped, started to swing blindly due to the blood in his eyes, and
yelled "NO MORE!"

	"Chase its me, Charlie!"

	"Charlie, oh god, get me out of here," Chase said, his voice was
very weak, now.

	"God, Chase, what the fuck did he do to you, you need to go the
hospital."

	"No, take me to Daniel, please I need Daniel."

	Charlie helped Chase up and practically carried him to his car just
as Joe was running out of the house, yelling for Chase.

	"Come back here, you fucking piece of worthless shit," Joe yelled
for everyone to hear.

	And everyone did hear. All the neighbors came running out of their
houses, as Charlie sped away with Joe running down the street yelling.

	"Chase you really are bleeding bad this time." Charlie had seen the
aftermath of Chase's beatings before, but nothing like this. He reached to
the back seat of the car and got an old shirt.

	"Here put this in your face, you're bleeding all over. You need a
doctor Chase; you need to go to the emergency room. God, I should never
have left alone with him, Chase, I'm sorry."

	"Charlie, I want Daniel, please Charlie, take me to Daniel," is all
Chase would say.

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	Daniel was lying on his bed, trying to hold back tears. He wanted
to drive over to Chase's dad's house to confront him and get things
straightened out, but his insecurities told him not to, that this was the
end of him and Chase and that he would never see his lover again.

	Daniel heard a car pull up in front of his house and seconds later,
a loud knock on his door. Daniel jumped out of bed and headed to see who it
was. He wasn't ready for what was on the other side of that door as he
opened it.

	There stood Charlie, holding Chase's weakened and battered
body. Blood covered Chase's face and his bare chest, and all over Charlie's
shirt and arms.

	"Oh my God, Chase, what happened?" Daniel yelled.

	Daniel couldn't breath, his heart started to race, he felt he was
going into an panic attack, but Daniel realized Chase was in desperate need
of his help, so he put all his fears, panic and insecurities aside on his
own to help the man he loved.

	"His fucking old man beat the shit out of him again," Charlie said.

	Daniel grabbed Chase's other arm. "Bring him into the bathroom."

	"Daniel, I am sorry baby, I love you, don't hate me," Chase said in
his delirium.

	"I love you too, Chase, but right now we have to take care of you."

	They sat Chase on the closed lid of the toilet seat. Daniel got a
clean washcloth and wet it in hot water and started to clean Chase's bloody
face.

	"God, Chase you need a doctor," Daniel said.

	"I was telling him that but he said no doctors, he just kept saying
'take me to Daniel, I need Daniel'" Charlie added, his voice started to
crack.

	Daniel glanced at Charlie and noticed the look on his face. He was
staring at Chase and his eyes were welling up.

	"You ok, Charlie?" Daniel said.

	"Yeah, I'm fine," Charlie said, his voice cracked again.

	Charlie was surprised to see the concern in Daniel, who he had
considered his rival.

	"No fucking doctors, get me Shelby, she will know what to do,"
Chase said, his voice sounded weak and shaky. His upper lip had started to
swell.

	"Who's Shelby?" Daniel asked.

	"Devin's old lady, she's a nurse," Charlie said.

	"See if you can get her over here, Charlie," Daniel said.

	"Yeah, where's your phone?"

	Daniel pointed to the phone, sending Charlie off to call Shelby.

	Daniel turned his attention back to Chase, gently cleaning this
face from the cut above his eye.

	"My head hurts, Daniel. He kept pounding my head into the wall,"
Chase said. Daniel could tell he was really in pain.

	"That bastard, how could he do this to you?"

	Daniel was afraid Chase was going to loose consciousness and tried
his best to keep Chase talking. He could have a concussion.

	"This eye is really bad Chase, it's going to be swollen by
tomorrow; you really need stitches."

	"No fucking doctors," Chase insisted, "They'll call the police."
For some reason, Chase still felt he had to protect his father.

	Daniel saw that Chase was getting worked up about this and he just
dropped it and waited for him to calm down a bit.

	"I'm sorry, Daniel, about this morning, I didn't mean it, I swear."

	"I know, Chase."

	Daniel continued to clean his lover's wounds, wondering why a
father would do this to his son.

	"Did you really keep saying you wanted to be with me?" Daniel
asked, as he started to clean the blood off his lover's chest and
shoulders.

	"Yeah, I can't be without you. I love you Daniel," Chase said, his
eyes kept drifting closed.

	"Stay with me, Chase," Daniel said, "don't fall asleep, just yet."

	"Shelby and Devin are coming right over," Charlie said as he
entered the bathroom.

	"God, Chase, why did that fucker beat you like this," Charlie said.

	Chase tried to laugh but it hurt too much, "I left Marty's bill on
the seat of the truck and he found it."

	"Oh Shit, Chase," Charlie said.

	"Joe's right, I am such a fucking worthless piece of shit."

	"No, Chase, you were just freaked out about your father and you
made a mistake, so stop calling yourself names," Daniel said as he got more
and more upset over what Joe Bell did to his son.

	"See I told you, my fucking old man would beat the shit out of me
didn't I, Daniel, remember? The day I ran into you with that fucking truck,
I told you he would do this," Chase was starting to get agitated.

	"Calm down, Chase, everything is going to be all right from now
on."

	"Oh that's easy for you to say you don't have to go back to that
fucking house, I do."

	"You're not going back there ever again," Daniel said calmly. For
the first time Daniel was not acting like the victim, he was going to
protect the man he loved.

	"Oh yeah, where the fuck am I going then?"

	"You're moving in here with me, as of now."

	"I can't move in here."

	"Why, not, you know it's going to happen sooner or later, so it
will be sooner, like right now."

	"I cant, I don't have money, I cant support myself."

	"We will make it with both our incomes, we will be fine."

	"Daniel, I can't let you do that.

	"This is not open to discussion, Chase," Daniel said firmly, "you
are not going back into that house with that fucking maniac. You are moving
here and that's final." Daniel's insecurities were nowhere to be found at
this moment. His determination was fueled by his anger for what had just
happened to the young man he loved, this wonderful boy who was just beaten
by his own father.

	"Ok Daniel, if you really want me," Chase agreed, knowing what
Daniel said was right.

	"I wouldn't have said it if I didn't mean it Chase."

	"Listen to the man, Chase, you need to get out of that house,"
Charlie added. Daniel looked up at Charlie and smiled.

	Just then a knock on the door and Charlie went and met Shelby and
Devin and led them into the bathroom.

	"Damn, Chase, this looks bad," Shelby said, as she entered the
bathroom with her little black bag, "Ok, I need room, everyone out while I
take care of Chase."

	Charlie, Devin, and a reluctant Daniel, left the bathroom and went
into the living room.

	"Hi, I'm Devin," he said to Daniel, "This is some shit ain't it?"

	"Yeah, thanks for coming."

	"This has happened way too often. His dad should be put away
somewhere. Why the hell Chase doesn't just kick his ass, is beyond me,"
Devin said.

	"Well, Daniel here, talked Chase into moving in with him, so he
wont have to go back to that fucker's house, again," Charlie said.

	"Great, Daniel, glad he's going to move in here. I am sure we will
be seeing a lot of you then," Devin replied.

	"Yeah, I am sure we will." Daniel said, getting a bit embarrassed
at the attention he was getting, so he tried to change the subject.

	"Charlie let me get you something clean to wear," Daniel said,
looking at his blood stained Tee Shirt. Daniel went into this bedroom and
got a clean shirt and handed it to Charlie.

	"Thanks man," Charlie said as he took off the blood stained shirt,
"I guess I could throw this away."

	"You have blood all over your chest and arm, Charlie, come into the
kitchen and I will clean you up."

	Daniel and Charlie went to the kitchen sink where Daniel took a
kitchen towel and wet it in hot water and started to clean his
chest. Daniel noticed for the first time that Charlie had great body.

	"Thank you Charlie, for being there for Chase."

	"Yeah, I always try to be there for him," Charlie said.

	Daniel put his arms around a stunned Charlie, "I hate to think what
would have happened if you weren't."

	"You're an ok, guy, Daniel," Charlie said hugging Daniel tighter.

	"Thanks," Daniel said, breaking away for the hug. He then finished
drying Charlie's body and Charlie put on the clean Tee shirt.

	They went back into the living room with Devin.

	"Chase talks about you all the time, Daniel. Glad we finally meet."

	"Same here Devin, Chase talks about you all the time too."

	"Well they are all lies," Devin said in an attempt to be
funny. Daniel smiled.

	"Seriously, though, Chase and I go back a ways,"

	Just then, Shelby came out of the bathroom with Chase. She had put
a butterfly stitch over his eye and cleaned and bandaged his other cuts and
bruises.

	"It looks worse than it actually is," Shelby said, "His cute nose
isn't broken, thank god. Right now he needs rest. I gave him a sleeping
pill. His eye will be swollen for a while and will look worse before it
gets better. His lip probably will too."

	Chase sat down on the couch, his face looked battle scared and
puffed-up. His head was hanging down.

	"I'm sorry guys for all this trouble," Chase said sadly.

	"Hey, don't worry about it, bud," Devin said, as he sat down next
to Chase and put his arm around him, "where here for you when you need
us. We always will be."

	"He needs rest right now," Shelby said to Daniel, "Oh, hi Daniel
sorry, I'm Shelby, Chase said he will be staying here tonight."

	"Chase is not going back into that house with that crazy lunatic,
he's moving in here with me."

	"Good, he should have moved out of that house a long time ago,"
Shelby said.

	"Ok, let's all get the hell out of here and let Chase rest." Devin
insisted.

	Charlie went up to Chase and knelt down in front of him and
whispered were only he and Chase could hear, "You have a good man there,
Chase, let him take care of you."

	"I know, and Charlie, thanks for helping me," Chase said as he
tried to hold back tears.

	Charlie put his arms around Chase and whispered in his ear, "I love
you Chase."

	Chase whispered back, "I love you too."

	"Daniel," Charlie said, as he stood up, "if you need any help just
give me a call."

	"Same for us," Devin said.

	"I will and thank you all so much."

	Charlie, Devin and Shelby got their things and headed for the
door. They said their goodbyes to Chase one more time.

	"Thanks all of you, really," Chase said.

	"Nice meeting you Daniel, glad Chase has someone to take care of
our boy for us," Shelby said, as they all left the house and got into their
cars and drove away.

	Daniel went to Chase, sat down on the couch next to him and wrapped
his arms around him.

	"You have great friends," Daniel said.

	"Yeah, I know, they are always there for me."

	There was silence for a minute.

	"You must hate me," Chase said.

	"Why would I hate you Chase, I could never hate you. I love you too
much to hate. Come on let's go to bed."

	Daniel started to get up, but Chase just sat there, "Oh, Daniel,
why does my father hate me so much, why?" Chase couldn't hold back the
tears anymore. He just sobbed in the arms of the man he loved. Daniel just
kept saying to him that everything would be ok from now on.

	When Chase calmed down a bit, Daniel helped him up off the
couch. Chase winced in pain as he limped into the bedroom. Daniel removed
Chase's clothes and laid him down on the bed. Daniel undressed and laid
down next to his embattled lover.

	"Daniel, make love to me? I need to feel something other than
pain. I need to feel your love."

	Daniel didn't say anything; he just threw the blanket off of
Chase's naked body revealing his soft cock.

	Daniel sat himself in between Chase's legs and ran his hands over
Chase's body. When his hands got to Chase's stomach, Chase jumped with a
sharp pain.

	"Sorry, are you ok?"

	"Yeah, I forgot about the kick in the stomach. It was almost my
balls."

	"That fucking bastard," Daniel said, "Are you sure you want me to
continue this, babe?" Daniel said referring to their lovemaking.

	"Yeah Please."

	"I will be gentle and more careful."

	"I know Daniel, you are good to me."

	 Daniel's cock started to rise, as his hands got closer to Chase's
soft dick. He wondered if Chase would be able to get an erection with all
the pain he is going through. Daniel was going to stop but he decided to
continue for a little while longer.

	Daniel ran his hand through Chase's bush, leaned down, and put his
soft dick in his mouth. Daniel felt movement and started his up and down
motion, stretching the soft dick in hopes it would harden to its
fullest. He didn't have to wait long.

	Chase let out a gasp as he realized his lover had aroused him and
for a short time would make him forget his pain. He knew he could count on
Daniel to get him through this. Chase moaned as he felt Daniel warm mouth
on his engorged member.

	"Fuck, babe,...damn," Chase said, his swollen lip made it difficult
to understand what he was saying. His breathing getting more and more
labored. Still he wondered if he would be able to cum.

	Daniel kept his mouth on Chase's cock, moving up and down,
determined to taste his hot jizz and to satisfy the man he loved.

	Daniel's hands began to roam all over Chase's body, avoiding that
spot on his stomach as much as possible.  His hands stopped at Chase's
nipples where he flicked them with his finger. Chase gasped again.

	With Chase's dick in his mouth, Daniel looked up to Chase just as
Chase was looking down at him with his one good eye. The site was all
Chase's needed; he was close to cumming and didn't want to stop it.

	"Fuck, Daniel,...cumming," Chase whispered just as his first wave
entered Daniel's mouth. The sweet juices of Chase's cock slid down Daniel's
throat. Daniel loved the taste and never could get enough. Chase finally
stopped cumming and Daniel release his member from his mouth.

	He moved up to his lover, pulled the covers over their bodies and
cuddled closer to Chase as he heard Chase's rhythmic breathing of deep
sleep. The pills Shelby gave him had taken affect.

To Be Continued