Date: Thu, 16 Nov 2000 16:55:55 -0500
From: Bill Porter <wep363@netzero.net>
Subject: My Bodyguard Chaper 11

My Bodyguard Chapter 11

A very special thanks to Ed for editing this chapter.

This story is not true.

This is a story of love, trust, hope, and commitment. It is not a sex story.
However, this story deals with love between two teenagers. If you are
offended by stories involving love between two teenage boys, please do not
read this story. There will be some sex scenes in this story; however, sex
is not the main theme. If you are under age 18 or 21 or it is illegal to
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I woke up the next morning with Mark reaching over to turn off the alarm
clock.  He got out of bed and put on his sweats.

"Do you want to go running with me today?" he asked.

"No, I think I will sleep some more."

"OK, bud, I'll see you in about 30 minutes."

He came over and kissed me on the forehead.

"What was that for?' I asked.

"Because I love you and for being my friend."

"Come here," I said.

I opened up my arms, drew him into a hug, and softly and carefully kissed
him on the lips.  It was our first kiss and although it was just a quick
peck I think that my heart rate increased about 25 percent.

"I love you so much.  I think that I am the happiest I have ever been."

"Me too," Mark stated.

"I am awake now so I might as well go running with you."

"Great, I will meet you downstairs."

I went to my room and changed into my sweats.  When I got downstairs Mark
was stretching, sitting on the floor, grabbing his shoe, stretching his
hamstring.  He got up and strapped on his gun.

"What is that for?" I asked.

"I thought it might be a good idea in case someone tries to jump us while
we are running.  I think I need to start to wear it everywhere we go."

"Good thinking, better safe than sorry."

"Exactly."

Today I made it two miles before I ran out of steam.  Mark decided to stop
too.  We walked in the house and Mom was not up yet.

"How about we save some time and water and jump in the shower together?" I
stated.

I guess I took him by surprise because he got this nervous look on his face.

"I guess that would be okay but all I want to do is shower," he responded.

"I can wash your back for you if you like."

"Don't get me wrong, Mike.  I would love to take a shower with you but I
am afraid something might happen that I am not ready for.  Sometimes the
little head tells the big head what to do.  How about a compromise for
now?  We take a shower one at a time and I will let you wash my back."

"That sounds wise, Mark."

So we went into the bathroom and stripped our sweats and Mark jumped in the
shower.  I brushed my teeth and took a leak.  Mark asked me to wash his
back and I did.  Then he rinsed off and stepped out.  I jumped in and soaped
up.  He did his thing while I washed up.  Then he washed my back.  He
wrapped his towel around his waist and I got out of the shower.  I dried
off and we both went to our rooms.  Surprisingly, neither of us got hard.

After getting dressed we went downstairs and had some cereal and OJ.  Mark
sure looks great in his uniform!  We jumped in my Van today and drove to
school.

"Mike, I want you to follow my lead today.  Our relationship needs to be
strictly business.  No staring, no giggling, no inside jokes.  Do you think
that you can do that?"

"I will do my best."

"Good, if there is trouble we need to be ready for it and not distracted by
each other.  Let's see what kind of actors we can be."

He smiled at me and reached over and squeezed my hand.  We pulled into the
school parking lot and I parked my Van.  We locked the doors and went in
the school.  I looked at Mark and he had this look on his face that was all
business.  He was searching everyone in the hall, looking for any sign of
threat.  I followed suit.

The morning went smoothly.  The other students seemed to be starting to get
back to normal.  I could sense that not everyone liked the fact that I was
there but no one said anything for fear of Mark escorting them to the
principal's office.  At lunch we were left alone.  We ate in silence.  The
afternoon was a repeat of the morning.  We left school and went home.

I walked into my room when we got home and my jaw hit the floor.  My twin
bed had been replaced with an oversize (Long) king size bed!  I went
downstairs to find Mom.  She was in the kitchen.

"Hi, Mike, I see you are home.  How was school?"

"It was fine.  Mom, why is there a new bed in my room?"

"Well, Mike, your father got up and looked in on you.  He found you and
Mark sleeping together this morning and he thought perhaps if you two are
going to sleep together, that you might need more room.  I called Mrs.
Adams this morning and she said that you two slept together this weekend."

"I was having problems falling asleep last night and I had slept so well
at Mark's over the weekend I thought..."

"It's okay, Mike.  Your dad said that it was hard to tell there were two
of you in the bed, you were so close together.  It is a great feeling
waking up with someone in your arms.  Your dad said that Sam and he were
going to talk to you boys tonight.  Don't worry, you are not in trouble
yet."

Mark came walking into the room, wearing his sweats.

"What is going on?" he asked.

"I have a new king size bed in my room!" I answered.  "Dad looked in on
us this morning before he went into work."

"Ooh."

"He said that Sam and he are going to have a talk with us tonight."

"Ooh.  I think that I am going to go beat up my punching bag for a while.
Want to come with me, Mike?"

"Sure."

"See you a little later, Mrs. S."

"Have fun, boys."

We went to the basement and Mark had me try to hold his punching bag while
he punched it.  I went flying several times.  After about 15 minutes, Mom
called down that someone was there to see me.  I went upstairs and walked
into the living room and found Doug.  He did not look very happy.  I took
him into my dad's study.

"Mike, I have something that I need to say that is not going to be easy for
me.  I don't know how much good it will do but I think that it is important
that you know how I feel."

"First, I am sorry for snooping on your computer.  That is your private
business and I had no right to do it.  I am also sorry that I snapped at
you at school where others could hear me.  I never even thought about what
could happen if others found out about you.  I need to explain to you why I
acted the way I did."

"Doug, I am really not mad at you for snooping on my computer or your
reaction to that information.  I should have trusted you enough to tell you.
However, I am upset that you don't want to be my friend any more.  I am the
same person that you have been friends with the last 12 years.  I have not
changed.  I love you, Doug, and not in a sexual way.  I love as a brother,
as a bud.  I can't stand the thought of you hating me.  Of seeing you and
not sharing my life with you."

"That is what I need to talk to you about, Mike.  I could not understand
why I had such rage inside me so this weekend I talked to my dad about it.
I told him everything.  My dad asked me a bunch of questions.  I have slept
over at your house and you have slept at mine.  We have gone camping
together many times.  He asked if you ever tried anything or if we ever did
anything together.  I told him no.  He asked if I ever thought about it and
I said no.  I am not that way, Mike.  Then he reminded me of all the times
you have been there for me.  Like the time I broke my leg and you brought
my homework home and helped me every day.  Then he told me this story."

(Author's Note: This is a true story.  It took place in 1978, on board the
USS Kitty Hawk.)

My dad said, "You know, I was in the Navy in the late 70s.  This was before
AIDS, and the word homophobic did not exist.  At least I never heard of it.
In the Navy or the military in general, they teach you the buddy system.
You make a friend to watch out for and they watch out for you.  These are
the closest relationships you could ever have.  One night my buddy was busy
so I went out with a couple of other guys.  We went and drank some cheap
beer and then went to this park in downtown Coronado, the town our ship was
stationed at.  One of the guys left and went somewhere, I don't remember
where, which left me and someone we will call 'E' alone.  'E' started
hitting on me.  He said that he was married and had kids but he had found
anal sex with other guys to be enjoyable.  He also said that he did not
know what was wrong with him but he found himself attracted to other men.
I told him that I was not into that and he dropped the subject.  Several
weeks later 'E' made friends with someone we will call 'A'.  Over the next
several months these two were inseparable.  They were always together.  One
night my best bud Art woke me up at 1:00 a.m. and said I needed to get up.
I asked why and he said that there was something I needed to see.  I knew
better than to argue with him so I put on my pants and went into the lounge
area of our compartment.  I asked my bud, 'OK. what is it that you want me
to see?'  'Just wait,' he said.  About two minutes later 'E' and 'A' came
walking through the door.  They were yelling at each other.  'A' was
calling 'E' a 'fucking faggot' and 'E' said, 'what are you going to do
about it?' and 'A' threw a punch at 'E'.  Now both of these guys were big,
well over 6 feet, but in about two minutes 'E' beat the crap out of 'A'.
'A' had a black eye and a bloody lip and nose.  We quickly separated them
into different rooms so they did not get caught for fighting.  I ended up
in a room with 'E'.  I spent the next two hours talking him down.  I did
not tell him what to do.  He knew that I knew what happened but we did not
talk about that either.  We talked about why 'A' reacted the way he did.
You see, I told him that 'A' thought that there must be something wrong
with him because he made friends with 'E'.  I went to bed about 3:00 a.m.
and got back up at 5:30 to go to work.  As soon as I got up, I ran into 'E'
and I asked him the one question I had not brought up a few hours earlier.
'Did you apologize to 'A' yet?'  He answered yes, that he had started early
today.  The two did become friends again but they were never as close as
they were."

"Dad said that the reason I had such rage is because deep down inside I
love you.  As a brother.  I have tried for the last week to hate you, Mike,
but I just can't.  I want you as my friend but I want you to be straight
too.  I don't want to be made fun of for being your friend.  Am I being
selfish?"

"No, Doug, I don't think you are selfish, I think you are scared.  You are
scared of many different things."

"That is what my dad said too."

"It is up to you, Doug.  My heart is in your hand.  I won't blame you if
you never talk to me in public again, but know that you will be breaking
my heart."

"What I came over here to tell you is, scared or not, I want to be your
friend, Mike.  I think it is important for both of us because my heart is
breaking too.  But I don't think that we will be as close as we used to be."

"Can we shake on it?" I asked.

I reached my hand out and he grasped my hand.  I pulled him into a hug and
he started crying on my shoulder.  During our embrace, Dad poked his head
in and I winked at him.  He smiled at me and winked back and left us alone.

After Doug calmed down, we said goodbye and he went home.  I felt much
better.

During dinner I told Mom, Dad, and Mark what happened with Doug.  They all
hoped that it would all work out.

A little later that night, Sam came over.  Mark and I and Dad and Sam went
into Dad's study.  Sam started speaking.

"The DA and the lawyer of the 6 boys have worked out a plea agreement.  The
five charged with assaulting Mark are getting a two-year probated sentence.
We never like to see 17- and 18-year-old boys go to prison and we do
everything that we can to avoid that.  If they violate their probation,
they will go to six months of boot camp.  Any other violations and they
will go to prison.  Ed is going to get 6 months boot camp and 4 years
probation.  His probation will be spent in the military.  If he messes up
anywhere along the way, he is looking at 4 years hard time.  If the boys
make it through their probations without any problems, their records will
be cleared."

"That seems fair," I responded.

"I think so too," said Mark.

"Also, I got a call from Greg today and it seems that you two can't keep
from sleeping in the same bed.  I also talked to your mother today, Mark.
To be quite frank, I don't care what you guys do, as long as I don't know
about it.  There had better not be any public displays of affection,
especially around the twins.  Those two kind of have their own thing going
on and they don't need any ideas from you.  They don't know I know.  Also,
you two are not to have any anal sex.  It is against the law and if it
happens, we will ship both of you two off to separate private schools!
There is no law about touching another guy's cock or balls with the
permission of the owner.  Or even sticking a finger up someone's butt.  If
there were such a law, I would have to arrest every doctor in the county.
Oral sex is a gray area.  Just ask Bill Clinton.  I am not going to tell
you what to do about oral sex.  It is up to you.  We have someone watching
you 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, so don't for one moment think that you
can get one over on us!  AM I MAKING MYSELF PERFECTLY CLEAR?"

"Yes, sir," Mark and I both responded.

"Good! Greg?"

"Ok, guys I don't care if you hold hands or hug or even a quick kiss but if
you want to make out, you better be in your room.  I bought you a new bed
so you can have a place of your own.  Keep it there and there will be no
problems.  Also, if we have company, there is to be no display of
affection.  Especially around your sister, Mike.  You still need to talk to
her.  How did it go at school today?"

"Fine, Dad, we were too busy doing school stuff, and being careful not to
stare at each other."

"Good, keep it that way," Sam responded.

After that, Sam left and Mark and I went upstairs.  We did our homework and
then it was time to go to sleep.  We stripped down to our shorts and got
into bed.  Mark leaned over me and gave me a quick goodnight kiss.  I
wanted more.  I leaned over him and gave him the most passionate kiss of my
life.  I pushed my tongue against his lips and he responded by parting his
lips and pressing his tongue forward.  Our arms went around each other and
our dicks got hard.  He rolled me over and he pulled my shorts off.  Then
he pulled his own shorts off.  He kissed me again with increasing
intensity.  Then he started dry-humping me.  I wrapped my arms around him
and in no time I was seeing stars.  The next I knew, we both exploded.  We
cleaned up and we again embraced.  I gave Mark a quick peck on the lips
and closed my eyes and fell asleep.