Date: Sun, 14 Aug 2016 16:24:17 -0500
From: David Achterhof <bigdizzy21@gmail.com>
Subject: Coming Out of my Shell Chapter 4

Chapter 4


           Carl and I packed a bag, but I didn't know what to wear for
tonight.  I wanted something that would get Marcus' attention but I didn't
have anything. Carl told me to bring my black jeans and boots and we would
get me a hot looking shirt and jacket at the mall. Marcus came back to the
apartment about twenty minutes later and we loaded up Carl's SUV and left
for Dallas. We joked and talked the whole way there until we got to the
hotel. After we checked in and we freshened up, we left for the galleria.

       We walked around the mall just looking until we came to a store
called Buckle. I was immediately drawn to this black button down shirt with
fake leather sleeves. I knew I would look hot in it and hopefully get
Marcus' attention. I found one in my size and went to try it on. I looked
at myself in the mirror and I did look hot! I sent a picture to Carl and
told him not to show Marcus. I put my phone down and took off the shirt,
put my other one on, and heard my phone buzz.  It was a message from Carl:
"Damn cuz, looking hot!" I just rolled my eyes and laughed. I went back out
and found a matching leather jacket. I hurried to the register to pay so
Marcus wouldn't see what I purchased yet. I went to find them after I was
done and told them I was going to the bookstore next door. They said okay
and would come and get me when they were done, I went next door and I was
in heaven. Losing myself in a good book on a comfy couch is a great
afternoon to me. I was browsing and had a few books in my hand, so I
decided to buy a tote in which I could carry them all. I ended up with six
books and two erotic books. I proceeded to sit on a bench outside the store
and waited for my cousin and Marcus to finish.

         I was reading one of my books when two guys came up to me and
started harassing me, calling me a fag and other awful things. The things
they were saying stung but I wasn't going to let them see me cry. I wasn't
going to give them that satisfaction. I tried to get up and leave but they
just pushed me down and continued in on me. I had my hand inside my pocket,
clutching my baton. I may not be the best fighter but I can hold my
own. Just as I pulled my hand out of my pocket, I heard Marcus say, "Get
the hell away from him." They both turned in time to see Marcus coming at
them, grabbing them and slamming them hard against the wall. Carl was right
there with him. Then I heard in the most threatening tone: "If you ever
touch him again you both will regret the day you were born." Was this
really happening?  Was Marcus defending me like a boyfriend?

      "What? The fag can't take care of himself?" one said being very
cocky.

      "You ever talk about him like that and so help me I will snap your
neck."  Marcus growled at them. I knew this had to end this fast or Marcus
would be going to jail.

      "Aww! you're the little fag's boyfriend".

      Marcus punched him so hard in the gut the guy almost vomited.

      "Maybe I am.  So what?  Either way, I won't let you touch him."

      I swear if words could kill, those guys would be dead. I couldn't
believe Marcus was defending me like this. I never knew he cared this much
about me. I mean, I just met the man yesterday. Security arrived and we
told them what happened and the guys were escorted away. The guys walked
over to me and Marcus pulled me into a hug. I felt so safe and protected in
his arms.

      "Are you okay?" he asked.

      "Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks for the help," I said, gazing into his
beautiful eyes.

      "Hey, I helped too!" I heard Carl say.

      I chuckled and went over to hug him and said in a really bad Scarlett
O'Hara impression, "Why thank you, mah brave warriuh, for coming to mah
Aide."

      Marcus burst out laughing. Carl smacked me upside the head and said,
"Alright smartass! See if I come to your rescue again!" with a smile on his
face.

      We walked around the mall some more, not really buying anything
else. I did notice as we were walking that Marcus was really close to me
like he was ready to protect me at a moment's notice. We purchased a few
more things then headed back to the hotel. On our way, we stopped at a
Chinese take-out and bought a load of take-out since we all loved Chinese
food.

      We returned to our room, chowed down and we opted to enjoy a nap for
a couple of hours before we went to the club. It had been a long day and we
did not want to be too tired for the evening and some dancing.
      Marcus and I crashed on the same bed. I loved feeling him next to
me. Just having him there was relaxing and I felt safe. I woke up about two
hours later with my head on Marcus' chest and his arm wrapped around
me. God, it felt so good to be in his arms. I closed my eyes again and just
lay there listening to his steady heartbeat until I heard the alarm on
Carl's phone. He turned it off and looked over at Marcus and me.

      "Well, don't you two look comfy?"

      I looked up at Marcus and he just smiled at me. Carl went to the
bathroom first and showered. Then Marcus went in and did his thing, except
he came out in nothing but his extremely tight boxer briefs. I couldn't
take my eyes off of him. He was so hot and his bulge was huge.

      "See something you like?" I heard from behind me.

      I turned and glared at Carl who was grinning like the Cheshire cat. I
flipped him off and grabbed my clothes and went into the bathroom,
showered, shaved, then started getting dressed. I had to admit I looked
really good. I hoped it would get Marcus' attention tonight.

      I walked back into the room and said, "So, how do I look?"

      Both guys turned. Carl let out a wolf whistle. Marcus, on the other
hand, was speechless. He was trying to pick his jaw up off the floor.

      "Damn, Davis, you look hot!!" Marcus said, causing me to blush.

      We left the hotel and headed for a club called Station 4. When we
arrived there Marcus surprised me by grabbing my hand and held it as we
walked to the door. It was nice I loved the feeling of his hand in mine, I
looked over at him and he had a big smile on his face, which in turn made
me smile.

      We went inside and the music was jumping. Carl went to get us some
drinks and Marcus and I went to find a table. We found one, started talking
and he was flirting with me big time. I was a little nervous because I
didn't really know what to do. Then, I also noticed that there were some
people who were looking at me as though I didn't belong with him. I started
to feel self-conscious feeling like I wasn't good enough for Marcus.

      Carl came back with waters. "Well, don't you two look cozy," he said
with a big smile.

      "What can I say Carl? Your cousin looks hot tonight." I blushed
instantly and I kind of looked down a little. Carl didn't notice it but
Marcus definitely did. He lifted my chin looked straight into my eyes and
said, "What's wrong babe?"

       I had a warm fuzzy feeling when he called me babe. I tried to look
down again but Marcus wouldn't let me. "I am just thinking too much. I see
people looking at us and I feel like I can read their thoughts and it is
just making me upset is all". I looked down feeling like a big baby. I felt
Marcus grab my hand.

      "I will show them how hot I think you are" in the lowest, most sexy
voice I have ever heard him talk. I almost creamed my pants listening to
that. He pulled me on to the dance floor when a slow song started. He
wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in close to him. I laid my head on
his shoulder and we danced. I loved every minute of it. Before long, I felt
like we were the only ones on the floor. At that moment, I looked into
Marcus' eyes as he leaned forward and kissed me. At first gentle, I then
felt his tongue licking my lips, so I opened my mouth and drew his tongue
into my mouth. It was the best kiss I ever had in my life. There was so
much passion in this kiss that I realized right then and there how much I
wanted this man in my life. We broke apart and he said, "Do you feel better
now?"

      I smiled. "Yeah, I was just being stupid".

      "Babe, don't talk about yourself like that. When I look at you I see
a smart, handsome guy with a heart the size of Texas,"

      "Thank you, Marcus. That is a very sweet thing to say. Nobody has
ever said anything like that to me before since I look like this."

      Marcus smiled that sexy million-dollar smile of his. "Babe, you look
so fucking hot tonight, okay?" He took a breath. "And yeah, you have a
little extra weight on you but you know what that says to me? There is more
of you to love".

      I giggled at the last part. "You realize that was cheesy don't you".

      He had a mock pout on his face. "I am not cheesy, babe. I take
offense to that". He was so adorable like this.

      "I'm sorry. What is my punishment for being naughty?" I said
smiling. He pulled me into a big wet kiss. "Wow! If that's punishment, I
need to be bad more often!" He just shook his head and smacked my ass.

      The rest of the night was great. I danced with Marcus several times
and I danced with Carl many times as well, although every time I was
dancing with Carl, some skinny bitch would go over and flirt with Marcus
and I would get jealous. However, I was really proud of how Marcus just
ignored them or told them to get lost and continued to stare at me. There
was one guy who just wasn't getting the hint that Marcus wasn't
interested. I knew his type: he thought he was hot shit, had never been
turned down before, and couldn't keep his legs closed to any man.

      I started toward Marcus, Carl right behind me. I straddled Marcus'
lap and stuck my tongue down his throat. "Hey baby, miss me?" I asked. The
guy was still there glaring at me. "Do we have a problem because I should
be the one who is pissed at you for being all over my boyfriend?" He just
glared at me and left. We left the club about an hour later.

      As we were walking to our car, I noticed that guy was following us
with some friends in tow. I leaned into Marcus and told him we were being
followed. We stopped and kissed and he looked out the side of his eye at
them. I said to Marcus, "If anything happens, don't worry about me. I can
hold my own in a fight."

      He nodded his head and we faced them. "What the fuck do you want?" I
asked harshly. "You don't deserve him. He is too hot for an ugly fat slob
like you." I saw Marcus and Carl tense immediately. "Well, I do have him
and you don't, so just leave us the fuck alone, bitch". He sneered at me
for some reason and I felt a presence behind me. I whipped around fast and
with all my body weight put into it I punched the dude in the face, sending
him flying into the wall and going down on the ground face-first. Marcus
jumped two of the guys. The other one went after Carl and the bitchy leader
came after me. He tried to get me on the ground by spearing me, but I
firmly planted my feet, picked him up and slammed him into the ground. I
backed up from him. Marcus had already knocked out one of the guys he was
fighting. Carl was holding his own as well. I heard the bitchy one say, "Is
that all you got, you fat fuck?"

      I turned to him and he was up on his knees with blood on his face
from a cut on his lip. He pulled a knife. I tensed up. I couldn't believe
this guy was this serious. I pulled my baton from my pocket and flicked my
wrist and extended it. This guy was an idiot and did not know how to hold a
knife. He came at me, swung and missed. I back-handed him across the
face. Of course, this just made him angrier, which was a good thing: the
angrier, the more mistakes.  He came at me again and I thought he was going
to punch but he swung up with his hand slicing up my arm. Good thing I took
off my jacket and rolled my sleeves up, but my arm was in a lot of pain. I
had to end this quickly.

      He got a cocky smirk on his face. "Aww? Does your arm hurt? I'm soo
sorry."

       I just glared at him. I wasn't going to let him win. He came at me
again.  I grabbed his knife hand and swung my baton, catching him across
the stomach. Still holding his hand, I swung again, getting him across the
face causing him go down. He tried to swing again, but, as he was on the
ground, I stepped back and kicked him in the elbow hard. He dropped the
knife and was rolling around on the ground screaming in agony. By this time
the cops had arrived.



      After the paramedics looked at my arm and said I would need stitches,
I was freaking because I my parents were going to be so pissed about
this. I don't know how I was going to keep this from them. I went to the
hospital and got the stitches. A police officer came to get my statement. I
told him exactly what happened. Marcus and Carl gave the same statement. He
left and we were still waiting for the doctor to come and look at my
arm. Carl and Marcus both were looking really down blaming themselves for
what happened to me.

     "Guys, look at me." They both looked up and I saw tears in their
eyes. "Don't blame yourselves for what happened to me, okay? I had a great
time tonight, honest. I have never felt more alive than tonight."

      Marcus still looked down. "Davis, I'm sorry you are in here. This was
all my fault," he said crying as he walked away.

      "Marcus, get back here right now!" I said with a little anger in my
voice.

      He stopped immediately and turned around looking at me and walked
back over like a scolded child I took his hand. "Listen to me and listen
well. I don't regret anything that happened tonight. Yes, I would have
preferred this evening to end without the fight, but it was the best night
of my entire life. Marcus, you made me feel hot and desirable - something I
thought I would never be to any man."

      He looked at me. "I'm sorry Davis I just really like you and I wanted
this night to be perfect for us."

      I smiled at him. "It was great, Marcus. I know it's going to be a
little rough, but I really want to go out with you".

      Marcus started to tear up. "Davis, I would love to go out with
you. When Carl first showed me your picture, I was instantly attracted to
you and I couldn't wait to meet you. I want to be your boyfriend, really."

      "Marcus, I want the same thing. Yeah, I know I'm still in high
school, but I will do anything to make this work, and it won't be long
either. I do only have three months until being graduated."

      He leaned in and kissed me. I saw out of the corner of my eye Carl
beaming like a proud cousin. The doctor came in and stitched me up.

      We went back to the hotel, Marcus holding my hand all the way to our
room. "So, Davis, what are you doing over spring break?" Marcus asked me.

      "Ummm? I don't know. Why do you ask?"

      Marcus smiled at me. "Well, Carl, I and our friends are going to
Florida and I was wondering if I could convince my boyfriend to go with
me?" he said with a big smile.

      "Gee! I don't know. I heard he can be kind of stubborn, but I hear
begging works wonders on him." We all laughed.

      Marcus played along. He got down on his knees, grabbed my hand and
said, "Will you do me the honor of joining me and my friends in Florida for
a week of fun in the sun? I will even wear a speedo so you'll have a little
eye candy when I come out of the water."

      Oh, the thoughts that went through my head. "Well, I guess I could go
if it means that much to you," I said smiling at him. He jumped up and
grabbed me and kissed me.

      Carl was laughing at our antics. "You guys are something else," he
said and went to get ready for bed. After he was done, I went in and got
ready and I took a picture of me in my underwear, sent it to Marcus and
left the bathroom. I saw him and grinned at him. He went in and I felt my
phone vibrate and I knew it was from him. I opened the message ad my eyes
almost popped out of my head. It was a picture of him in nothing but his
underwear. His dick was semi-hard and looked so fucking hot. He came out a
few minutes later looking at me with an evil smirk.

      Carl noticed our antics. "Okay, what are you two up to?" he asked.

      "Nothing, dude. Just teasing my baby, a little," Marcus said as he
crawled into bed behind me. I snuggled into his body; he was so warm and
his hard muscles felt great against my back. He kissed me good night as we
fell asleep with me in his great muscled arms.



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