Date: Sun, 2 May 2004 07:42:41 -0700 (PDT)
From: David S <john_mateo418@yahoo.com>
Subject: john and mateo chapter 14  college

Hey guys in response to your e-mails I'm changing the introduction to my
chapters. No longer will I apologize for the grammatical and spelling
errors. I don't have an editor, so I proof read all of this by myself.
As I've said before this story will move rather slow. All the e-mails
are great. Thank you all for taking the time to write. As I've stated
many times, your e-mails are what keep me going. All comments are
welcome. The addy is john_mateo418@yahoo.com (underscore between
john_mateo) Please write and tell me if you like my story. I hope to hear
from you.

The usual disclaimer don't read this if you're too young or it's
against the law where you live. This story is about gay men.

Thanks guys and now on with the story of John and Mateo



XIV





The sound of clashing metal against metal rang out as the weights moved
up and down against gravity. Their cry went unanswered as the lonely form
moved around the room. He was alone, lately it seemed like he was always
alone. His chiseled body was covered with sweat, causing it to appear
glass-like. He felt numb as his muscles strained against the heavy
weight. What was he doing here all alone? "Coach said never to workout
alone." He knew the reason why he was here, he had to get away. Get away
from them. He heard his coach's voice screaming in his ears. "Push into
the pain!"

He was there last night. The hypnotic music still echoed in his mind. He
saw everything. He saw the hugs, the kiss, the way they looked at each
other. The love they shared. His mind playing the scene over and over in
his mind. `Push into the pain'

His body ached as he continued to push it. His muscles felt as if they
were on fire, being torn from the very limbs they supported. The pain in
his heart far outweighed the pain he felt in his muscles. Anger cheered
him on as he continued to mindlessly workout. He didn't heed the
warnings from his own body to stop. His body screamed to stop, begging
him to put an end this madness. `Push into the pain'

Questions flooded his mind. "Why? What's wrong with me? Why can't I be
happy? Why can't I find love? Why doesn't anyone love me?" His own
demons repeated the questions, accusing him, "What's wrong with YOU?
Why aren't YOU happy? Why can't YOU find love? Why doesn't anyone love
YOU? His own thoughts mocked him. Would he ever find love? Did he even
know what love was? Was he even capable of love?

`Push into the pain'

Tears began to fall from his eyes. He thought back to when he was messing
around with a boy from school. They were caught by his dad. They didn't
hear him come in early after work to find them in his bedroom, naked. He
could still feel the slaps across his face and the punches to the
stomach. He remembered the words his father called him as he struck him
over and over again. "Faggot! Cocksucker!" He took the punishment while
his buddy ran for his life. He laid in a puddle of blood. His father
almost killed him. Later in the hospital a social worker from child
services came and interviewed him. He knew they suspected child abuse. He
lied to protect his father. He told them he fell down a flight of stairs.
His father's voice still haunted his thoughts. The tears continued to
flow down his cheeks. Nobody would even noticed them if they saw him. All
they would see was his sweat covered face. They wouldn't be able to feel
his pain. They wouldn't be able to see his wounded heart. They would
never understand him. He wore his mask. So well, that many times even he
believed the deception.

Finally his body had too much. He screamed out as he released the
weights. They came crashing down, to rest in their cradle. He sat up. His
chest heaving in and out as his body craved oxygen. He hung his head as
his body finally rested.

As he sat there, he remember that day when he spied on John Clark in the
shower. He remember the smooth body of the blond boy as he washed. He
could see every inch of him. He watched as John stoked his cock. He
wanted - no, he craved that cock.

He enjoyed spying on guys as they took their shower. He did it in high
school so he continued in college. Their were so many hot guys. He had
seen many jerk off in the shower as John had. He would always join them
as they stroked. But he wanted John.

His body reacted to the all the memories flooding his thoughts. He felt
that familiar stirring in his jockstrap. He unconsciously rubbed the
front of his work-out shorts.

"What's wrong with me." he surprised himself. The words echoed off the
walls of the college gym. He hadn't realized he spoken the words which
haunted his thoughts. He quickly scanned the room for any unknown
visitors that might have slipped into the room unannounced. There was no
one. He couldn't be gay. He didn't want to be gay. "What's wrong with
me?" again he said under his breath.

He finally stood on his legs. Like the rest of his body his legs were
strong and smooth. When he was on the swim team in high school he got in
the habit of shaving his legs and trimming his pubes. He was used to the
remarks from the other guys in the locker room. He would only laughed as
he accused them of looking at his body. He'd call them homos, and they
all would laugh. He moved his strong body down to the floor-mat,
stretching his body. He opened his legs as he leaned forward. He was
proud of his body. His ability to flex gave him an advantage in sports.
As he stretched his hands moved along the muscles of his legs, feeling
the hard muscles under the tight skin. His mind swirled with thoughts of
a naked John. His smaller body. His bright blue eyes. His blond bush, his
smooth ass. He imagined his hands moving over that body. Touching every
inch. Feeling the warm skin under his hands. Tasting that body...

His thoughts were interrupted as the door opened. He blushed trying to
will away his erection. He quickly closed his legs and continued his cool
down. In attempt to hide his face he lowered his upper body down over his
legs.

"There you are. I wondered where you were. Why didn't you tell me you
were going to workout I would have joined you."

"I guess I just felt like being alone." He hoped that his friend
couldn't tell he was lying.

His friend sensed something wasn't right. He watched as he continued to
stretch.

"I went to your dorm room earlier. I couldn't find you and nobody knew
where you were. Where did you go?"

"Who are you? My mother? Get off my back dude." He stood up, his
erection now gone. He eyed his friend, meeting his stare and then quickly
looking away. He moved his arms above his head in one more move to
stretch his body. He looked at his friend. He knew that he was just
worried about him. "I'm OK dude. Really. He smiled trying to convince
his friend that he was alright. "I just have some stuff on my mind
that's all." He walked over to his friend and slapped him on his
shoulder. "I didn't know you cared so much." He feigned a sorrowful
look.

His friend saw what he was doing and joined in the fun. "Well, next time
you do this, no dessert for you mister." They both started to laughed as
they began to wrestle. Soon both young men were out of breath.

"Do you want to catch a movie?"

"Sure, let me take a shower and I'll meet you in the dorm lobby in
about 30 minutes."

The two friends left the gym and headed back to their dorms.





* * *



Saturday morning found everyone at breakfast. Rafael and Anita had a
plane to catch at 1pm so this was a send off for the Latin couple. They
didn't want to leave as they were enjoying their visit with the boys and
with John's parents but Rafael had some appointments to keep and his
mother needed to return to her work as well. Everyone was still on a
natural high from last night's performance. After the concert Mamma Anna
insisted that everyone come to the restaurant for coffee and dessert. She
served her house special tiramisu. They talked and laughed until the
early hours of the morning. They also had the opportunity to get
acquainted with Chris, Jacob's date. Jacob seemed really happy. John was
very happy to see that he'd found a new friends and possibly a new
boyfriend. Jacob invited John, Mateo, PT and Gino to his place the
following Saturday for a BBQ. The two couples were looking forward to the
get together.

After breakfast Mateo went with his parents back to the hotel to help
them with any last minute packing. He then would drive them to the
airport and send them off to Mexico. He was sorry to see them go.

"Mama Y Papa, can't you stay a little longer?" he tried his best to
convince his parents. "No Mijo, we can't. Your father has meetings on
Monday and he needs to do some work before that. We want to stay too but
we can't." His face dropped at the realization that they wouldn't be
staying. "OK, I understand." His face lit up as he continued, "Did you
enjoy yourselves last night?" Rafael spoke, "Oh yes, Mijo we did. John
is a very talented young man. He will definitely go far if is continues
on the path that he is on. We are very proud of him and of you."
Mateo's heart filled with pride at the mention on John by his father. He
was so happy that his parents accepted John as his partner. "Gracias,
papa, that means a lot coming from you." Rafael put his hand on Mateo's
shoulder, "Mijo, remember that your mother and I are very proud of you
and that we love you. Nothing will ever change that." Mateo smiled, "I
know papa, and I love you both as well."

* * *

As Mateo returned to the hotel with his parents, John did the same thing
with his. His parents were actually going to drive to Washington DC to
visit his Uncle Jack, his dad's brother. With it only being a two hour
drive it made sense to visit while they were in the area.

So by 1pm John's parents were on the road to DC and John was on his way
to do a few errands. His first stop was to the tux shop to return the
tuxedos. He walked in to find Tyson helping another guy with his tux. He
smiled as his eyes met Tyson's baby blues. He stood at the counter and
waited patiently as he finished up with his customer. Tyson finally
walked over and smiled at John, "Hey John, sorry about the wait. How are
you?" Tyson's boyish smile was contagious and John couldn't help but
smiling himself. "Hey Ty, I'm cool bro, just here to return these
tuxedos." John pointed to the tuxedos he had hung on the bar near the
cash register. "Um, it's my tux and Mateo's tux." he was uncertain
how Tyson would react about him returning Mateo's tux. Tyson smiled,
"Cool, let me just check them out, make sure everything is here and then
I'll send you on your way." John returned the smile and nodded his
head. "Cool" While he checked the tuxedos Tyson began to chat with
John, "So how did the concert go last night? Mateo said you played the
piano?" John grinned, "yup I had a concert last night. Everything went
well. It was a blast." Tyson flashed a smile, "That's so cool, I wish
I could have been there, but I had a date with my girlfriend Katherine,
it was her birthday."

John spoke, "Well, maybe next time." Once again Tyson smiled, "I'd
like that John. I really would." He finished he inspection of the
tuxedos and gave John the receipts for the returned items. As he was
leaving the shop John stopped and he turned around, "Say Tyson" John
paused, "Next Saturday we're getting together for a BBQ at my friends
place. Would you like to come? You can bring your girlfriend." John
could imagine the cogs turning in Tyson's head as he was thinking.
"That sounds cool John, we don't have any plans and I'm off that
weekend. So yeah, sounds like fun." John grinned, hesitating he spoke,
"Oh yeah I need to tell you something." Tyson looked at him giving him
his total attention. "Um...geez I don't know how to say this." Ty
quickly smiled and spoke, "It's cool if your gay John, I have an older
brother that's gay. It's no biggie." John just about fell on the
floor. "Wow I didn't know I was that obvious. What gave me away?"
Tyson snickered, "Nothing really, I guess I put two and two together."
I kinda figured you were Mateo's boyfriend when you were returning his
tux. Like I said, it's no big deal." John relaxed as he saw the honesty
in Tyson's eyes. "Thanks bro, I knew you were a cool guy. I didn't
want you to show up and be surprised when you found out you were having a
BBQ with a bunch of gay dudes." Tyson laughed, "It wouldn't have been
the first time. As long as nobody tried to hit on my I'm fine." John
chuckled, "Nah all the guys there have boyfriends already so I think
you'll be pretty safe."

John and Tyson exchanged telephone numbers and then John left, promising
to call Tyson later with details about the BBQ.













* * *

The spring semester finally started and things were beginning to fall
back into place. John became a little celebrity often being stopped on
his way to class by someone who attended the concert. He felt good that
he was able to share his talent with others around him and bring a little
joy into their lives. Both he and Mateo were carrying a full schedule
with 12 units each. They had one class together. English Lit. John
enjoyed the class but Mateo was having a little problem with all the
reading required for the class. John was there to help him along with
encouragement and the occasional "nag". John also joined the orchestra
as last semesters pianist graduated. Professor Graham had welcomed him
literally with open arms. It felt good to be needed.

Friday night found the two young lovers at Dominick's for Pizza. They
met PT and Gino there. Although Gino was working, he made sure that he
had some time to talk and eat pizza with his friends.

At 11pm PT decided to leave. He needed to catch up on some reading for
his Biology class. He excused himself and left the restaurant. John and
Mateo continued to talk and enjoy their sodas. At 11:15 Mateo's cell
phone rang, "Hello? Oh no, where are you at? OK I'll be right there,
give me ten minutes." He hung up his phone and looked at John. "That
was PT, his bus broke down. He wants me to come take a look." John
raised his eyebrows, "What's wrong with it?" Mateo shrugged his
shoulders, "Not sure, he said he couldn't get it started. I shouldn't
be that long. Do you want to come with me or do you want me to drive you
home?" John smiled, "Nah, that's OK I`ll pass. I'll walk back, it's
not too far." Mateo stood up, he leaned over the table and kissed John,
"OK baby, I'll see you later. Warm up the bed for me." John snickered,
"You bet. I'll see you later." Mateo turned and walked out the door.



* * *



He walked along the empty streets. Once again he was alone. He didn't
know why he was out so late. After the movie his friend wanted to hang
out but he didn't. He turned down the invitation. Rather than spend time
with his friend he found himself walking along this lonely road. His
thoughts turned once again to John. What was it about him that caused him
to feel this way? He pulled out a flask from his back pocket, the amber
liquid burned as it moved down his throat. He continued to drink while
playing back that day in his mind. The first time he had seen John his
breath was taken away. He was determined to get to know him. He had
looked so innocent and pure. He staggered, feeling the affects of the
liquor on his empty stomach. "That damn Mateo." He muttered under his
breath. "I should be with him not you." He continued to walk. He passed
by Dominick's restaurant. He looked into the restaurant window seeing
John by himself. He was talking to Gino. His body reacted to the sight of
seeing John. He felt the tightness in his pants as he became aroused. He
needed to talk to John. To tell him about his feelings. He needed to
think. He moved on passed the restaurant, drinking from his flask. He
finally stopped. He rested his body against a building. He moved into an
alley. He pulled out a joint from his shirt pocket. He fired it up as he
tried to pull his thoughts together.



* * *



John had stayed for a few more minutes talking to Gino. He really didn't
want to keep him from his work. Mamma and Pappa had left to go home about
9pm and Gino was there to close up the place. Knowing that he had work to
do, John excused himself and began his walk back to the dorms.



* * *



He heard footsteps approaching. Was somebody following him? He looked
around the corner of the building. He saw John coming his way. He was
humming a tune. He needed to talk to him. He needed to tell him how he
felt. What was he going to do? He took another drink form his flask.
"Why can't YOU find love? Why can't YOU find love? Why can't YOU find
love?" The questions screamed in his mind. He need to act now.

* * *

As John was passing a building he felt someone grab him. He tried to yell
out but the wind was knocked from his lungs as he hit the pavement. His
face came into contact with the asphalt and he felt the warm blood start
to run from his nose down his face. He felt a heavy body sitting on his
legs. He tried to turn to look but the hand on the back of his head
prevented him from doing so. His heart filled with fear, "What do you
want?" he pleaded with his attacker, "Take anything you want, just
please don't hurt me." His attacker didn't say a word. John could
feeling the hot breath on his neck. The sour smell of liquor along with
blood filled his nostrils. He felt his body being picked up. He felt like
a toy in the hands of his attackers strong arms. He was placed against
the cold brick of the building. He looked up into his attackers face. He
was shocked. John was about to speak when he felt the fist of his
attacker smash into his nose. He heard the crunch of cartilage breaking.
The pain was intense. He felt like he was going to pass out. He looked
into the eyes of his attacker. He saw the rage of an animal. The inhuman
nature of a beast ready to devour his prey. He doubled over in pain as
his attacker punched him in the stomach. He couldn't breath. He felt
like he was going to die. He fell to his knees. Pain exploded in his side
as he felt the attacker kick his side. His attacker pushed John onto his
back. John felt the hands on his belt buckle. His pants were being pulled
down. "No, please don't" He managed to say between painful breaths of
air. His shoes were taken off. His pants and boxers followed. He felt the
cold hands on his legs. Running up and down his thighs. He began to cry
as he felt the hands on his soft cock. "Please don't. Leave me alone."
His cries went unanswered as his attacker leaned forward over his face.
"Shut up bitch! Stop the fucking crying you faggot whore. I'm going to
teach you what happens to faggots like you." Before he could speak again
John felt another blow to his face. John was barely hanging on to
consciousness.

* * *

Time seemed to slow down. What was he doing? Why was he hurting John? The
image of his father invaded his thoughts. He was doing the same thing to
John. WHY? He couldn't stop hitting him. His fist came into contact with
John's face again and again. His hands were covered in blood. He lifted
John's legs onto his shoulders. He unzipped his pants. He had dreamt
about this moment so many times.

* * *

John tried to block the punches that were being thrown at his face. His
attempts to fend off his attacker were in vain. He felt his eyes swell
shut. The taste of blood filled his mouth. He laid still, all his energy
was gone. His body began to shut down. He pictured his beautiful Mateo.
The image of his beautiful man calmed his mind as he felt his legs move.
His legs rested on the shoulders of this animal. He screamed as he felt
the invasion. The hard member of the attacker entered his ass. He tried
in vain to move but his body would not respond. "Move John! Don't just
lay here and take it!" His mind screamed but his body wouldn`t take any
action. "Ahhh, nooo!" The pain brought tears to his eyes as he felt the
abuse on his hole.

"Please don't do this." He pleaded in vain. The pain invaded his
entire body. He couldn't hear anything. He couldn't talk, or scream. He
felt lost as the blackness overtook him.

* * *

He continued his attack on John. He couldn't tell if he was conscious of
not. He hadn't moved for a few seconds. He looked down on the small form
underneath him. He felt the warmth of John's ass. He wanted this so much
but now that he had it, he didn't want it. He looked at John's swollen
face. He looked at the beautiful face that he had bashed with his fists.
Blood was everywhere. He withdrew from John. He heard a small whimper
from John as he zipped up his pants. Finally realizing what he had done,
his body began to shake, "What have I done?" he said as tears began to
streak down his face. His picked up the limp form of John and cradle him
in his arms. "What have I done?" He repeated the question. The dark
night surrounded them. His body began to shake with sobs as he cried into
John's neck.

A few moments later he walked out from the alley alone. No one saw him
covered in blood. His body still shook from the affects of his attack on
John. He walked to the corner and saw a public phone.

"911 operator 1952 what is your emergency?"

"He needs an ambulance."

"Sir, who needs an ambulance?"

"He's been attacked. He's laying in the alleyway at 5th and Main."

"Sir, may I get your name?"

"Hurry I don't think he's conscious. He needs help."

"Sir, an ambulance has been dispatched to that location. May I get your
name please?"

He hung up the phone. He looked at the alley before turning away. The
tears once again fell from his eyes. "What's wrong with me?" He once
again walked alone into the night to face his demons.

* * *

The sound of sirens and flashing of lights caught Gino's attention as he
was wiping down some tables near the door. He walked to the glass door
and looked out just as the ambulance and paramedic unit were pulling up
to the corner. He called back over his shoulder to anyone within earshot,
"Hey! I'll be right back there's something going on at the corner."
In the back of the restaurant he heard a reply of "OK". He felt the
chill of the cold night in his bones as he neared the activity on the
corner. Someone was laying on the ground. He couldn't see much from
where he was standing. He overheard the EMT as he spoke to his
dispatcher, "We have a white male approximately 17 years old. Multiple
abrasions on his face, abdomen and legs. Possible rape victim..." The
words seemed to echo off into the sky as Gino moved closer. "Possible
rape? White male? Who could it be?" His heart seemed to stop as one of
the EMT workers moved away from the face of the poor soul laying on the
cold ground. He couldn't believe what he was seeing, "JOHN! OH GOD, NO,
JOHN!" he screamed. He rushed to his friends side only to be held back
by two huge arms. "Let me go! He's my friend!" He sobbed, "Oh god,
John." He now could see clearly the body of John as he laid in a pool of
blood. His hair was caked red with blood and his naked body was cover
with welts and bruises. He looked like as animal had attacked him. A deep
voice spoke, "Settle down. Calm yourself. Do you know the victim?" Gino
couldn't speak, he nodded his head. He looked to see the same EMT that
had called his dispatcher looking into his eyes. He sat Gino down on the
curb and put a blanket around his shoulders. "Who's your friend?" He
asked in a gentle voice. "His name is John, John Clark. He was on his
way back to the dorm. It's only like a fifteen minute walk." Gino
glanced over to see the others working on his friend. He was strapped to
a gurney with an IV in his arm. He looked so pale. "We're going to give
your friend the best treatment possible. We're going to take him to St
Peter's hospital. Do you have a way of contacting any family members?"
Gino nodded his head, "I'll make some calls." The EMT stood up. "You
going to be OK?" Gino nodded his head "Yeah." He looked at John as he
was wheeled into the back of the ambulance. "Who did this?" The EMT
looked to Gino, "Hey, they're going to find out who did this OK? The
police will be here and they'll check things out. I'm sure they'll
want to talk to you, do you live near here?"

"My grandparents own that restaurant over there." He pointed to
Dominick's. "I'll be over there. I need to make some calls." The EMT
wrote down the phone number and address to the hospital and gave it to
Gino. He watched as his friend was taken away.


Well that's number 14, I hope you all enjoyed it. A little drama in the
lives of our two young lovers. Let me know what you think. Always open
to new ideas. Take care all, David