Date: Thu, 05 Apr 2007 23:09:04 -0400
From: JAMES HEADY <vector18@msn.com>
Subject: A Deep Love Chapter 3

A Deep Love
By
James

Disclaimer

I'm back with another chapter.  The same rules still apply as last time.  If
it's illegal for you to read this in your area, or you're offended by this
type of material, then find something else to read.  Also, this story
contains sexual and romantic situations between teen aged mails.

Should there be any mention of real places or things or people, just know
that no copy-write infringements are intended, and that I'm using the names
of real people places or things because it might be types of music groups
that Michael and Josh like, or it might be restaurants they might go to.
Such names of real places and people is just to aid in the continued
development of the story.

Chapter 3

That Friday was the most beautiful day I had ever seen.  It was a sunny day
with no clouds in the sky and Josh would be spending the night with me that
night.  Patrick was getting his life straightened out; my mom had began
looking in to adopting him in to our home.  I wanted this too and it was the
first thing my mom and I talked about over dinner Monday night.  We also had
Josh over that Monday night and he and my mom were really getting along
really well.  Anyway, Josh, Bengy, Ashley, and I talked about Josh's visual
impairment like we discussed, but we decided to concentrate on another
issue.  We wanted to start talking about different forms of abuse.  Seeing
what Patrick had been through made us all sick and we wanted to make a
change.

I realize I'm getting off topic, now back to Friday.

Josh met me at my locker, because he had to stop by the guidance office for
a gift that he said he needed to pick up.  He didn't say who it was for; he
just said that it was for someone.

"You have that gift?" I asked.

"Yeah," Josh replied.

"May I ask who it's for?"

"The only thing I'll tell you, is that it's for someone who is very special
to me.  Now let's go back to your house."

We went back to my house and I unlocked the door.  We went in and I sat my
laptop on the kitchen table.  After that, I went in the living room with
Josh following behind.  We sat down on the couch and he put his bag and his
shoes under the coffee table.

"I told you that my dad will be over with clothes and shower stuff didn't
I?" Josh asked me once he was seated beside me.

"Yeah, you told me yesterday," I said.

"Okay.  I sometimes forget things especially when I'm tired."

"Yeah, me too."

We sat there for a few minutes in a comfortable silence when the phone rang.
  I went and answered it.

"Hello?" I said.

"Michael, it's your mom."

"Hey mom.  What's going on?"

"I just wanted to remind you that I'll be working until 10:00 PM tonight so
I put some money on the table for you and Josh if you guys want to order
something out."

"Okay.  Thank you mom."

"You're welcome."

My mom worked at a hospital as a medical transcriptionist and it was a job
that she enjoyed a grate deal.  I also had an interest in the medical field,
and I had a profound interest in becoming a doctor when I finished high
school.

After my mom and I finished up on the phone, I went back to sit beside Josh
and I told him what my mom said about having to work late and I told him
about the money on the table.

"I actually had an idea," Josh said.

"What's that?" I asked him.

"Well, may I buy you dinner tonight?  I have some money with me that my dad
gave me for just that purpose.  It's up to you."

"I'd love that," I said.  "Yes, you can buy me dinner."

Josh smiled and leaned close to me.  He wrapped his arms around me and held
me close to him.  He smelled so good.  His cologne was Tommy Hill-figure and
it was my favorite cologne to smell on other guys.

As Josh sat there holding Michael close to him with Michael's head in the
hollow of his neck, he buried his nose in Michael's hair and breathed in
deeply.

"Oh, his hair smells so good and his skin is so smooth."

Josh's cock began leaking as he thought this in his head.  He rubbed
Michael's arm with his right hand that was holding Michael.  His left hand
was on Michael's right thigh rubbing gently.

I sat there in Josh's arms with my cock leaking heavily and I was breathing
a bit heavily too.  I wanted Josh so bad and I hoped he felt the same way
about me.

Soon though, Josh released me from his arms, but he didn't move away from
me.  He leaned against me and I took him in my arms as he just did me and
put my nose close to his hair just like he did with me.  His hair smelled so
wonderful and I sat there thinking about how he had his left hand on my thie
and the way he was rubbing so gently.  He wasn't so close to my cock, but he
would move towards it just close enough to make it jump in anticipation then
he'd move it back towards my knee.  I then let him go and we sat there our
faces just inches apart.  Josh put his hands on my shoulders and looked as
though he were looking in to my eyes.  His eyes were focused in the
direction of my face and I put my hands on the sides of his face and moved
his head so his eyes were on mine.

"Thank you for the adjustment," he said softly.

"You're welcome," I said.

"Michael, did anyone ever tell you how beautiful you are?"

"No," I said as I blushed hard.

"I kind of sense that you're blushing."

"Yeah, I am."

"I'm sure you look really cute when you do that."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."  He sat there for a moment then began talking again.
"Michael, you know that gift I picked up from Guidance this afternoon?"

"Yeah," I said.

He moved away from me and stood up.  He walked to where his bag was laying
under the table and he opened it.  He removed something from it and walked
back to the couch.  He sat down again and moved closer to me.  I could see
clearly in his hands a gift bag and an envelope.

"Michael, this is for you.  This is a letter I typed on my laptop and then
printed out last night.  I'll give it to you first."

"Okay," I said.  "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

He held out the envelope and I took it and opened it.  Inside, was a folded
piece of paper.  I removed it and opened it up.  I then began reading and it
was so sweet and so loving that I could hardly hold back tears.

---

Dear Michael,
I'll try to put this in to words as best as I can.  When we met on Monday, I
was nervous at first because I didn't know if you and other students would
be mean to me and make fun of me because of my visual impairment, but those
fears were quickly dispelled when you first spoke to me and walked to class
and when you talked to me the rest of that day.  I knew then, that you were
the one for me.

I remember that night after Bengy and Ashley left when you and I sat on your
bed talking.  We talked about what things we both look for in a guy.  You
looked for the romantic and gentle sides of a guy and so do I as I remember
us agreeing on.  We both agreed on how we also look for passion in a guy and
how we like in a guy, the ability for him to make us laugh.  When we had
that conversation, I knew then for sure that I was falling for you and fast.

That night, I couldn't stop thinking about you and I also remember you
describing your physical appearance to me before my dad came and picked me
up.  You're so beautiful and your personality is exactly what I like in a
guy.  You make me feel so warm inside every time we're together and not to
get completely sexual for a moment, but you make me leak so good and well, I
think you get it.

Your friend:
Josh

I finished reading his letter and then I put it back in it's envelope and
sat it beside me on the right empty seat of the couch.  I then turned to
Josh and looked at him.  He must have sensed that I was watching him because
he turned his head and looked at me.  He then put his hands on my shoulders
and leaned close to me.

"Michael," he began.  "I think you understand what that letter was saying."

"I do," I said.

"Michael, will you be my boyfriend?"

"Yes," I said as tears began falling from my eyes.  "I'll be your boyfriend.
  Will you be mine?"

"Yes," he replied.  "I want that so bad."

We wrapped our arms around each other and hugged tightly.  Josh then let me
go and stood up.  He motioned for me to stand and I did.  He moved me to
where I was standing in front of him face-to-face with him.  He then wrapped
his arms around me and moved his face towards mine.  His lips felt so good
against mine when he pressed them to mine.  I kissed back as though my life
depended on it and Josh tightened his hold on me; not hard, but enough so
that I knew he needed this as much as I did.

Our kiss became more hot and I began pressing against Josh's hardness. He
pushed back and we moved against each other for what seemed like forever,
but was only a couple of minutes.  I then broke the kiss for a moment.

"I really enjoy this," I began.  "Only thing is that I don't want a mess in
my pants."

I smiled so Josh would know that I was mainly joking.

"It's alright," Josh said.  I understand.  I am getting thirsty though."

"I'll get us something to drink.  I have cokes and we have orange juice.  We
also have milk, both white and chocolate."

"I'll just bet we have milk," Josh said looking at me with a evil grin on
his face.

I laughed, then I put my arms around him again.  We squeezed each other for
a moment, then we released one another so we could both get some air.

"So what would you like?" I asked the beautiful boy in front of me.

"I think I'll take a Coke."

"Okay."

"You want a Coke too?" Josh asked me.

"Sure."

"I can get them if you want to sit here and relax."

"Thank you," I said.  "I'd love that."

Josh went towards the doorway of the kitchen and then he entered the large
room.  He listened to hear any humming from the refridge.  He heard it from
straight ahead and he walked towards the noise.  He got close enough so that
he guessed that he was right in front of the refridge door.  He reached out
and his hand moved against the handle of the door.  He pulled it opened and
felt around until he found the bottles.  He forgot until now that Michael
told him the day before that they bought soda in bottles rather than cans.
Once he found the bottles of Coke, he selected two of them and grabbed them
out of the refridge.  Closing the door, Josh was about ready to close the
door when He was startled by knocking from the front door.

"I can get it if you want," Josh called out to Michael.

"Okay," Michael replied.

Josh walked towards the kitchen table and sat the Cokes down on the tables
smooth wooden surface.  He then walked towards the door where the knocking
was still going on.

"Who is it?" he called out.

"Josh, is that you?" a voice asked.  "It's your father."

"Hold on," Josh said and opened the door.  "Hey dad.  How's things going?"

"They're good, and you?"

"Michael and I are fine."

Good."

I walked in to the kitchen where Josh and his father stood beside each
other.  I was surprised to see how much Josh resembled his father.

"Hi," the man said.  "You must be Michael.  I'm Chad Andrews.  I'm Josh's
father."

I walked up to him and took his out-stretched hand in mine.  We shook hands,
then released them.

"I'm glad to finally get a chance to meet you," I said to Mr. Andrews.

"I'm glad to meet you too Michael," he replied.  "I've heard a lot about
you.  You've been all Josh has talked about these past few days when he's
not over here with you.  Also, I'd be happy if you called me Chad."

"Okay Chad," I said.  "You're a really nice man, and I see where Josh gets
his nice personality from."

"Thank you.  You're really nice too.  Although I'd love to stay, I do have
to get back to the house; there's an old desktop computer I'm trying to fix
up for a friend."

"Okay.  Well, it's been good to meet you," I said shaking his hand again.

"It sure has been.  Also, if your mom says it's alright, could you come over
to our house tomorrow afternoon?"

"I'd love to," I said.  "How does that sound Josh?"

"I was going to ask you that at some point," Josh said smiling.

"Okay.  Well, just talk to your mom and we'll go from there," Chad said then
hugged his son.  He then turned towards me and I allowed him to hug me too.
This man was someone who I could really enjoy having in my life.  Already, I
thought of him as a second father.  We let go of each other and Chad backed
towards the door.  He opened it and stepped out on to the porch.  I stood
there and watched as he walked down the steps and towards his car.  He
unlocked the door of the car and got in.  After starting it up, he waved as
he pulled away.

I closed the door to the house again and turned to face Josh.  He stood
there holding in his left hand the over-night bag that had his essentials in
it.

"You can put your bag in my room," I said to Josh.

"Thank you.  I'll do that now."

Josh moved towards the hallway and once he disappeared in to my room, I went
back in to the living room to sit down for a few minutes.  I sat down on the
couch then spotting the gift bag beside the couch, I picked it up to get the
rest of what was inside.  There was a small box and I opened it to find a
golden ring and on the under-side of the band, there was inscribed the
words:  "To M, all my love, J.".  I smiled and slipped the ring on my left
finger.  I was going to make sure I returned the favor.  I then sat back and
closed my eyes.  I needed to think about what had happened just a moment
ago, and over the past few minutes with the kissing and the confession of
our love to one another and meeting Chad.

I never really told my mom, and I never really told myself until that
afternoon, but I really missed having someone who was or could be like a
father figure.  I sat on the couch and I thought about that and what else
that afternoon and evening would bring.

Josh sat his stuff on Michael's bed.  He had with him, his laptop which had
a program on it that made it speak the keys that he typed and it would read
stuff off the screen to him in a synthesized voice, he had a change of
clothes, and he had some other more personal items.  Mainly, he had some
non-latex condoms, a bottle of lube and a towel for cleaning up.  He didn't
bring these last few items with the pre-planned intention of getting Michael
in to bed automatically, but just in case they did things that involved
going below the waste.  He was the type to be prepared.  He was nervous
about telling his dad that he packed the last couple of items, but his dad
was happy that he packed them.

Once everything was deposited on the bed, Josh turned around and went out of
the room and back in to the living room.  He moved to where the couch was
and he moved to its front.  He reclaimed his seat next to Michael who was
sitting there with his head back on the couch.

I felt Josh take me in his arms and pull me close to him.  He lifted my head
and kissed me long on the lips and I was discovering that the kissing was
what I mainly got excited from.  He went to move a way, but I gently put my
hand on the back of his neck and held it there.  He got the message and our
kiss got more deep and Josh then pushed against my lips with his tongue.
Instinctively, I knew what he wanted.  I opened my mouth and allowed him
access and our tongues met for the first time.  It was complete heaven and I
found it difficult to stop.  Our tongues moved against one another slowly
then with more intensity, and I felt my cock began to get a little bit
harder.  I knew that we had to stop, and I knew Josh had the same
understanding, because he slowly stopped kissing me as I did him.  We sat
there with our faces just inches away from each other.

"That was amazing," I said.  "You're such a good kisser."

"Yeah," Josh responded.  "that felt like nothing I've ever felt before, and
I have to say that you kiss really wonderfully too."

I moved away from him and stood.  I reached my hand down to him and took his
hand.  I pulled slightly and he got the message.  He stood up and I moved in
front of him.  I took him in my arms and we wrapped our arms around each
other and held one another close and rubbed each other's backs up and down.

Time seemed to stand still for us and I rested my forehead against Josh's
shoulder taking in his cent as well as the cent of his cologne.  He took his
hand and put it on my head and moved it gently up to where I was looking at
him.  He brought his lips to mine and kissed me slowly and gently as if
trying to communicate his love to me through that kiss.  He then began
giving me the same type of kisses on my cheeks and my forehead, then he gave
me one more kiss on my lips.  I repeated all of what he had done and I
wanted to communicate the same feelings of love to him as he had done with
me.  I ended with kissing him on the lips in the same manner as he had done
with me.

"I hope it isn't too soon to say this," I said beginning to get tears that
stood in my eyes.  "Josh Andrews; I love you so much."

"I love you too Michael Williams," Josh said emotionally.  We hugged and
allowed our tears of joy to fall.

After we cried, I got some paper towels and we wiped our eyes.

"Well, are you hungry now?" Josh asked smiling.

"Yeah," I replied.  "You want to go eat now?"

"Yeah.  Sounds good to me."

"Oh, and thank you for the gift.  I have your ring on right now."

I held my left hand up and let him feel the ring on my finger.

"I'm glad you like it baby."

Josh grabbed his guiding cane from where it sat on the kitchen table and we
locked the door to the house and went off to a restaurant down the road.
Josh decided to let me pick the place and I had told him about the
restaurant a couple of days ago that we were on our way to.

We got there and were seated shortly there after.  When a man came to take
our orders, I felt a touch of uneasiness over-take my mind.  I think what
troubled me the most, was the man's eyes.  I looked in to his eyes and I
didn't like what I saw.  His eyes looked like the eyes of one who could
stand over someone and torture them on the rack and get pleasure in every
moment of it.  He must have seen something in my eyes because the look in
his eyes got harder.  In short, I felt that he was Bad News and when he next
spoke, I knew my uneasiness was correct.

"I think I know who you are.  You guys may have saved Patrick Fouler, but I
wished I could have killed that bastard when I had the chance."

"Who the hell are you?" I asked getting pissed.

"I run the camp that that faggot was sent too.  Oh, and I'd watch it if I
were you.  I'm talking to you, you blind freak.  Don't think I don't know
what that stick is used for.  Also, I know you're a fucking faggot.  Oh, and
watch out, I mean, eat carefully tonight. You might not feel so well
afterward."

I was about to get up and cause the guy some serious pain, but Josh saved me
the trouble, but I didn't know what he was doing at the time.  He stood up
and I was shocked to see his face was read.  It looked as read as one
getting ready to have a stroke.

"Oh, Oh god!" he yelled grabbing the left side of his chest.  "Oh, my heart!
  I think I'm having a heart attack!"

I jumped up and out of the booth.  I went to go for him, and so did the man
who had threatened him, but then Josh lunged at the man.  The force knocked
the man to the ground and Josh landed several hard blows to the man's eyes.
The man got in a punch to somewhere on Josh's head, but I couldn't see where
yet.  Josh then punched the man in his left eye and the man got a sick look
on his face.

"Now bastard," Josh said in a low deep tone.  "I think you might want to get
the hell away from here.  If you are the owner of that Torture Chamber as
you say you are, then I should probably just smash your fucking head on this
hard marble floor.  I won't do it however.  Unlike you, I'm not one to play
God.  Now get the hell away from us.  Oh, and I have a warning for you just
in case you try anything like this again, and especially if you try to hurt
Michael; the guy who's with me right now.  You ready to hear?"

"Go ahead," the man said.

"If you ever try anything like what you did with me tonight, I'll come after
you and jamb your bible so far up your ass that you'll have to use your
appendix to turn the pages, and if you ever try to hurt Michael, Patrick or
anyone else close to us, I'll use you as a fucking wrecking ball through one
of these plate glass windows.  Do you understand me?"

"Loud and clear."

"Good.  Now get up and get the hell out of here."

Josh got up off the man and the man stumbled to his feet.  He then ran out
the door and then a woman walked up to our table.  She was dressed in the
same clothes he was wearing, but unlike him, she had a name-tag on the left
side of her shirt.

"Is everything alright over here?" she asked.

"Yeah," I said.

"I apologize for Larry's unacceptable behavior.  He's never acted this way
before."

"Is he actually the owner of that camp?" I asked.

"Yeah, but it's only opened in the summer," the woman said.  I looked at her
name-tag and it read Rose.  "That's the most ridiculous place I've ever
heard of if you ask me.  Trying to make someone straight. Give me a brake."

"So you're not a fan?" Josh asked.

"Hell no.  I have two daughters who are both gay and when I read about that
place in a Christian newspaper, I almost wanted to throw my cell phone
through the glass coffee table I have.  My daughters and I are both
Christians, but we don't get fanatical about it.  I just believe that people
are who they're meant to be."

"Well, that's good," I said.

"Now is there anything I can get for you guys, or do you guys even still
have an appetite?"

"I think we can hold something down," I said.  "What do you think Josh?"

"Yeah," he replied.  "Let's get something to eat."

We reclaimed our seats and Rose went to get us menus.  She then took our
drink orders and I sat there watching Josh more closely than I had in the
passed few days since we had met that first day.  I had wondered if he could
defend himself against someone who wanted to fight him and my concerns were
put to rest that night.

"So would you have actually shoved a bible up that guy's ass?" I asked Josh
trying to hold back laughter.

"Well, not that," he said.  "Although if he ever tried to hurt you, or if
anyone tries to hurt you, they might want to run for a long time, because
I'll make anyone pay who tries to hurt you."

"And my thoughts about you too exactly," I said and smiled.

Patrick sat in his room at Kelley and John's house.  When he had been at
school for the rest of that week with Michael and Josh, he had his schedule
changed to be in the same classes with Josh and Michael, so as a result, he
was in with Bengy as well.  He liked Bengy from the first time he had met
him, but Bengy seemed distant all the rest of that week and today, he seemed
almost hostel.  Patrick wondered what was going on, and he was worried.  He
remembered his own almost hostel attitude towards others until he told his
new friends about the abuse he had suffered at the hands of his parents.  As
he continued to sit there on his bed with the TV going in the background,
the explanation that seemed to fit Bengy's behavior of late seemed to be
that he might be dealing with some abuse of his own.  Patrick hoped that
this was not the case, but again, as he wade all of the evidence in his
mind, abuse seemed to be the only explanation that fit.

Dinner went really well after Larry left the restaurant.  I had just
finished my last bite of food and Josh was close to being finished with his
own plate.  As we sat there over dinner that night, I felt my love for Josh
growing even stronger.  I loved everything about him.  His laugh, his smile,
his eyes, his touch and his kiss and his way with being so sweet and kind to
me.  All of that was making it hard to not take his hand.  I would have, but
with the episode we had when we arrived there, I felt it best not to until
we were back at home.

I looked across the table at Josh and saw that his plate was now empty of
food.  He was sitting there leaned against the booth with his right hand
above his right eye.

"You okay Josh?" I asked.  "Is that where Larry hit you?"

"Yeah," Josh replied.  "It hurts a little, but it's not swollen or anything.
  I'd tell you if it was."

"Okay."

"You want dessert?" he asked me.

"No," I said.  "Did you?"

He moved to the exit of the booth and got up out of it.  He came over to
where I was sitting and put a hand on my shoulder.  He bent down close to my
head and I guided his head to where my ear was.

"All I want to do is take you home and make you feel feelings of pleasure
you never knew existed before."

He whispered all of this and My cock was getting hard quickly.  Josh must
have thought this, because he got money out and put it on the table where
Rose would see it.  He got more money out for a tip and left it there.  He
then grabbed his guiding cane and I held out my hand.  He took it and then I
got up.  We then quickly left the restaurant and walked quickly as we could
back to the house.

After we were in the house and the door once again locked, Josh took my hand
that still held the house keys in it. He took them from me and went over and
put them on the kitchen table.  He then made his way quickly back over to me
and he wrapped his arms around me tightly.  He brought his mouth to mine and
began kissing me with more passion than I ever thought someone could be
capable of.  I kissed him back with as much passion and our tongues were
soon moving against each other and so were our cocks.  At that moment, all
thought left me and I wanted to just submerge myself in the feelings I was
experiencing.  I had never been close to anyone like that before and it was
the best thing I was feeling.  I began moaning softly and I was so close to
exploding and I didn't want to just yet.  I then broke the kiss and looked
in to Josh's eyes.

"Josh," I said now out of breath.  "I want you to make me feel so good
tonight.  I want you to go slow like we've talked about, but I want you to
make me feel good with that passion you have when you kiss me.  I need you
so badly tonight."

"Okay Michael," he said just as out of breath as was I.  "Let's get a shower
first.  I want to take a shower with you if you feel comfortable with that."

"I do.  I want to be as close to you as we can be."

"Okay.  Come on, let's go in your room and get ready."

We got in my room and I closed and locked the door.  My room has a bathroom
within it that's beside my closet.  It also had a shower stall within it and
that's where I wanted to be with Josh.  We stood facing each other and Josh
began helping me off with my shirt.  He was so gentle and once my shirt was
off, I helped him off with his own. He looked even more beautiful shirtless
and I had a sudden need for him against me, his warm flesh against my own.
I think he had the same need because he moved closer to me and we wrapped
our arms around each other.  He pressed his chest against mine and his skin
was as warm as I figured it would be.  We rubbed against each other feeling
the warmth of one another.

We then separated so we could remove our pants.  There were no shoes to
worry about, because we had removed them at the door.  Once our pants and
socks were off, we only had on our briefs and Josh's were a dark blue that
looked so amazing on him.  I could see the outline of his cock and I could
also see wetness on the front of his briefs and I knew he was so hot at that
moment.  As for my own briefs, I had on light gray briefs and they had the
same wetness on the front of them as well.

We got close to one another again and we wrapped our arms around one another
and We pressed against each other letting our cocks be against each other.
Our stomachs and chests were pressed together and it felt so wonderful to
feel Josh's warmth.

"Wait till we get our briefs off," Josh said as if reading my mind.  "I
mean, if you want to be even closer to each other."

"Yes," I said softly.

He put his thumbs in the waste band of my briefs and slowly pulled them
down.  I did the same to him and his cock was even more beautiful than I
thought another guy's cock could be.  He had a cock that was about eight
inches hard, and it stuck straight out and he had two large balls that hung
down that were covered in thick black hair that looked so good.  Above his
cock, he had a thick patch of hair that surrounded it beautifully.

He then put my briefs on the floor beside the bed and I did the same with
his.  We moved back to each other and held each other again.  I brought my
lips to his this time and we moved up against each other and I could feel
the heat of our cocks as they pressed together.  It felt better than
anything I ever could have imagined and I let out a moan that was louder
than what I thought.  I then moaned a little more and began rubbing Josh's
back up and down.

Josh was completely engulfed in the pleasure that was moving through his
body as Michael's cock pressed against his own.  He and Michael were now
kissing as though they couldn't get enough and they felt the wetness of
pre-cum as they continued to rub their cocks together.  Eventually though,
Josh slowed and so did Michael and they broke the kiss to come up for air.

I could hear the blood rushing in my ears and I was sweating lightly.  Even
when I would get myself more worked up to begin masturbating, I had never
been as hot and turned on as I was at that moment.  I moved against Josh and
kissed him gently on the lips.

"Oh Josh, I want you so bad.  You're making me feel so good right now and I
want you to make me feel so grate.  I want you to go slow when you do things
to me tonight.  I don't mean just slow as in our comfort levels, but just
slow when you kiss and touch me.  I want it to last as long as it can."

"I'll do anything for you my love," he said.  "Anything at all."

He then took my hand and I helped point him in the direction of the
bathroom.

"There's a bathroom in my room," I explained to him.

He nodded his head and we walked in to the bathroom.  I guided him towards
the shower stall and we went in.  I closed the door to the stall and I
started the water.  It was cold at first, then it warmed up to a pleasant
temperature.  I showed Josh where the soap and shampoo was located.

"May I wash you Michael?" he asked nervously.

"Yes," I replied.  "I'd love that."

He moved me so that I was under the water and he ran his hands through my
hair.  He then got it nice and wet and moved me so that I wasn't under the
water directly.  He then put some of the shampoo in his hand and rubbed both
hands together.  He brought his hands up to my head and began lathering my
hair.  It felt so good with his hands massaging my scalp and then he rinsed
out the shampoo.

"You thought that felt good, wait until my hands are washing your body."

We hugged each other pressing together our straining cocks.  He moved
against me a couple of times and he began moaning softly.  He sounded so
cute when he vocalized his passion.  He then stopped and got out the soap.
He then lathered up my arms, chest, and back.  He then gently took my cock
in his hands touching it gently at first then he stroked it a couple of
times very slowly.  I knew he would do good if he decided to masturbate me.
He then lathered my cock and balls going very slowly and then he got to my
back side. He hesitated at first.

"It's alright," I said.  I want your hands touching me everywhere.  You're
so gentle, yet so passionate.  I want you to make me feel so happy tonight."

He then lathered up both cheeks and then gently cleaned my rosebud. He then
got down to my legs and my feet gently cleaning them and I then went to work
on him, cleaning every part of him as he had done for me.

After our shower, we went back in my room and dried each other off.  Once
that was done, we then laid down in each other's arms and began kissing each
other with intense passion.  We then started rubbing together our hard
throbbing cocks but then Josh stopped and broke the kiss.

"Oh, I need you so bad," he said almost in a whisper.  "I don't know if I
can hold back much longer, and actually, I want to come so badly with you
Michael.  I trust you completely and I don't want to be doing with anyone
else what I'm doing with you right now baby."

"I feel the same way about you too Josh," I replied.

He kissed me again and I knew it was time.

"Josh," I began as my balls began to tighten and tingle wildly.  "Make love
to me."

He gently rolled me on to my back and he got on top of me and we started
moving against each other slowly, but very intensely.  I rubbed his back up
and down and was then touching him everywhere.  We began moaning out loud
and I felt the familiar feeling that you get when the feelings get so good
that you know you can't stop even if you wanted too.  I moved my face to
Josh's and we locked our lips together and then began passionately kissing
each other as I felt my cum began to move up the length of my cock.  I then
felt myself coming harder than I ever had before and Josh was coming and his
cum was landing between us in hot thick spurts that I thought would never
stop.  I felt like I'd never stop coming either then after a couple of more
spurts, I was empty and so was Josh.  He eased himself down on me and we
kissed slowly and gently.  Soon though, we both broke the kiss so we could
get air.

"Wow," I said.

"That's right," Josh replied.  "Wow's right.  I've never felt like that
before."

"Neither have I."

"I love you Michael."

"I love you too Josh."

We kissed once again and then we turned on our sides and fell asleep in each
others arms as the sun began to set.

Hot, late, summer air blew in a quiet breeze, but Bengy didn't even notice
it.  He walked along in the woods behind his house trying to think.  He had
only stopped crying a few minutes ago, but the pain and fear of his
realization were still fresh in his mind.  He knew he was gay; there was no
since in trying to deny this fact.  He had been going out with Ashley for
the past three months and for her, he felt only friendship.  It was that
week that he was beginning to realize that he was, or could possibly be gay.
  Today, he knew for sure, the way only a person with good intuition can
figure out something of that magnitude.

Bengy's parents weren't civil rights attorneys as he had told Michael and
Ashley.  What they were, were two homophobic, drug-addicted bigots who hated
Bengy.  They would hide it well, but for the past four weeks, Bengy's father
had been beating him badly and he did it on areas of his body where no one
could see his bruises.  His mother was verbally abusive and she never gave
him praise for anything he did that was good.  The verbal abuse had been
going on for pretty much all of Bengy's life and his father would help in
these acts of abuse by telling Bengy that he was a sissy, a retarded idiot
who would never amount to anything and that he needed to grow up and start
acting like a man and not a baby.

Bengy was the type who at 15 years old liked to paint stuff and he liked to
read a lot too.  His parents didn't think that was what a real man should
do.  Bengy also liked to watch stuff from criminal Documentary shows to
sitcoms to cartoons.  For music, he liked anything from rock, to Jazz, to
Classical.  His parents were pissed that he didn't like the usual Country
music that they listened to.  Bengy also listened to different rock groups
that came from Mexico and Argentina.  These are groups like Maldita
Vecindad, Mana, Café Tacuba, Los Caifanes, and Los Enanitos Verdes.  His
parents especially had no tolerance for this part.  They believed that
Americans should listen to American music, and his father got a kick out of
telling Bengy that he didn't raise him to listen to a bunch of fucking
Wetback spicks.

As Bengy continued to walk along, he felt a murderous rage over-come his
thin frame and he felt his cheeks flush red with rage.  That's when he
figured out a plan.  He was going to go back to the house and confront his
parents and he wasn't going to let them hurt him anymore.

"You guys will be the ones to be begging for mercy this time," Bengy thought
in his mind.  He thought especially of his mother and how she treated him
and the things she said to him.  "You Mother, will especially be sorry you
ever hurt me.  You'll definitely be sorry, you bitch."

Bengy walked quickly back to the house and an event from that morning kept
playing in his mind and fueled his rage like gas added to a small flame.

That morning, he accidentally spilled his father's coffee on his newspaper.
In a fit of rage, Bengy's father kicked him hard in the back of his kidneys.
  Bengy lay there afterwards trying to hold back tears of pain and rage.

"Now you little bastard!" his mother yelled.  "You'll get a rag and clean up
that fucking mess.  You'll do it now you fucking sorry scrap of DNA.  Did I
ever tell you how much I hate you.  God I've always hated you.  Why couldn't
you've turned out to be a precious girl!  Well, it doesn't matter.  You'll
be out of this house in a few years anyway."

His father leaned over him then and looked at him with the most hateful look
on his face that Bengy had ever seen.

"If you ever disrespect me again," Bengy's father began.  "I'll cause you
more pain and suffering than you've ever thought possible.  I'll make you
suffer in ways you never knew existed and when I'm done physically hurting
your body, you're going to beg me to kill you.  I'll make you scream so long
and so loud, that you'll rupture your fucking voice box."

Bengy looked in to his father's eyes as he finished this last statement and
was horrified by what he saw.  There was no light, no life, just pure and
unadulterated evil.  A kind of evil that seemed so dark and deadly, that it
seemed more toxic and monstrous than bad.  Bad was not what this evil could
be described as by any means.

Bengy hadn't seen Michael, Josh, or even Ashley all day that day.  He made
it that way.  He sat far away from them today in every class and he sat in a
different area of the lunch room.  For Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday of
that week, Bengy had been distant and he wanted it that way.  He didn't want
his friends finding out about his real life.

The rage grew within Bengy as he neared the door to his parents house.  He
checked to see if it was unlocked and when the knob turned all the way, he
slammed the door opened and he looked to the right of the doorway to see if
the shot gun his father kept was there; it was.  He picked it up and checked
to see if it was loaded and it was.  He got it in to the appropriate
position it needed to be in before firing and he pumped it's slider.

"I hope that was loud enough for you to hear you homophobic bastard," Bengy
thought in his mind.

Mr. Martin, Bengy's father heard the slide of the shot gun being pumped
back.  He knew that it was Bengy because his wife never used it much less
touched it.  He got up out of his recliner and ran in to the kitchen.

"Stop!" Bengy yelled and aimed the gun.  "Move again and I'll kill you, you
son of a bitch!"

"You bastard," Mr. Martin began.  "I'll make you pay."

"Shut up!" Bengy screamed to the top of his lungs.  Raise your fucking
hands!  Do it now!"

Mr. Martin just stood there.  He then fixed his eyes on Bengy's eyes and
gave him a cold look that dared him to shoot.

"You can't do it," Mr. Martin said laughing.  "You can't even do it.  Look
at you.  You're shaking like a fucking leaf.  This only proves what your mom
and I've been saying all-a-long.  You're a weak sissy."

"I said shut up!"

"Put the gun down," Mr. Martin said smiling.

"Go fuck yourself!" Bengy yelled. Then Bengy had an idea.  "You know I met
someone.  This person gets me so hot father.  They put out better than
Ashley ever could."

"Well," you are a man," Mr. Martin said beginning to smile.

"Yeah," Bengy said.  "Oh man does this person make me explode.  And you know
what, he's the best lover I've ever had.  Aww, what's wrong?  Is little
daddy mad that his son's a faggot.  Aww, I'm so sorry you're hurting."

"You think this is fucking funny!  I'll kill you for this.  You're a faggot
just as I thought!"

"I can't believe you!" Mrs. Martin said walking from the hallway in to the
kitchen.  "You really are a faggot."

"Shut up you fucking asshole!" Bengy screamed at Mrs. Martin.  "You're the
one I should kill first.  And you," he said swinging the gun to aim it back
to his father.  "I want you to live the longest after I've pulled this
fucking trigger.  I want you to feel the pain of your wounds and I want you
to feel every moment of weakness as your life's blood slips away.  Then I
want you to feel the pain and torment as your poisonous toxic soul burns in
Hell for all eternity!"

Bengy stood there for a moment then moved the gun back to his mother.

"I'll just kill you out-right.  You don't deserve an easy death, but I'll
give it to you only because you didn't use me as a punching bag.  Your
bastard of a husband did that for you."

Suddenly, Bengy got a clear thought of Michael's face.  He Thought he could
almost feel Michael's hand on his shoulder.  He even thought he could hear
Michael calmly and quietly telling Bengy to put the gun down and that
everything would be alright.  So Bengy put down the gun and stood there.

"You fucking faggot!" Mr. Martin yelled.  He then ran at his son knocking
him violently to the ground and beating him with even more force than he
ever had.

"No!" Bengy yelled.  "I didn't mean any of it!  "Nooo!  Stop!  I'll be
good!"

"You're right you'll be good," Mr. Martin said then slammed his hand down on
Bengy's right eye.  Pain exploded in Bengy's eye and he felt instantly weak.
  Then as if possessed by a demon, Mr. Martin grabbed Bengy and lifted him
up and threw him across the room as though he were a small item.  Bengy
landed on his back and Mr. Martin ran towards him.  He flipped him over and
with a hard punch to his lower back, he punched him several times until
there was a snapping sound.  Mr. Martin then stood and looked down at Bengy.

"Get out of this house," he said to him in a low cold tone of voice.

Bengy just lay there for a moment trying not to pass out, than he moved
himself so he was facing the doorway of the house.  He dragged himself
towards it and out in to the hot summer evening.

The thing that Bengy was beginning to notice with grate horror was that he
couldn't feel his legs.  He tried to move them and there was no response.
He dragged himself a little further until he reached the opening of a
driveway that lead up to a house.

He dragged himself up to the door of the house and slammed his head against
the door a few times.  The pain was so bad that Bengy screamed loudly with
each throb.

He waited for someone to answer, but no one did.  He then felt in his right
pants pocket for his phone and found it.  The movement from his upper body
was causing intense pain in his lower back.  He was able to dial 911 and
once a dispatcher answered, he told her everything that had happened.

The ambulance was there with in five minutes and Bengy was carefully loaded
on to a flat board and his neck immobilized.  He was more scared than ever.

"A'''A'''Am I going to be alright?" he asked the woman checking his blood
pressure.

"We're going to do all we can to help you," the woman said.  "My name is
Hella and I'm a nurse at Sanggger University Hospital.  We're going there
now."

"I can't feel my legs.  Are they paralyzed?"

"We'll have to run some tests to check and see."

Bengy was loaded in to the ambulance and the back doors closed and locked.
The vehicle then drove off.

Author note.

I know there was more violence in this section, but I hope you guys also
like the loving parts as well.  Physical abuse can be damaging in it's own
ways.  Most people whom have been through physical abuse have a grate deal
of trouble with physical contact.  I have a friend who has this problem.  He
has a lot of trouble with people in his personal space.  He'll shake hands,
but that's about it.

Anyway, there will be some involvement within the rest of this story with
the place that Patrick was sent to, to fix his homosexuality.  In other
words, characters from this place in addition to Larry, the guy who
threatened Michael and Josh will play a role in this story, and that's all
I'll say.

Next, the rock groups I mentioned in this chapter that Bengy likes; the ones
like Maldita Vecindad, Mana, Los Caifanes and Los Enanitos Verdes really do
exist.  Maldita Vecindad--Bad Neighborhood has been around since the late
1980's.  Their songs are in Spanish, but the lyrics deal with anything from
social injustices to love.  Mana has been around since the mid 1980's and
they have a popularity status that's equal to the popularity of U2.  Mana
also does songs about social issues and love.  This is the same for Los
Caifanes and Los Enanitos Verdes--The Little Green Men.

I don't know a huge amount of Spanish, but I've learned about these groups
from some of the reviews of these groups CDs on Amazon.com.

Anyway, This chapter will go out today.  It was supposed to go out yesterday
which was Wednesday, but things came up.  Also, I wanted to respond to one
of the readers.  I'm glad you gave me that correction for the word penance.
I tried to E-mail you, but your address appears not to be excepting
in-coming E-mail for some reason.

Now as for things with the guy I'm with, we're still working on getting
things situated for me to come down there to be with him.  As I probably
said in the last author note, he really is amazing and I feel lucky that we
were able to find our way to each other.

So you all keep sending your comments, and I'll see you guys in the next
chapter.