Date: Fri, 21 Sep 2007 15:27:17 -0400
From: ronyx <ronyx@woh.rr.com>
Subject: No More Rainbows  Chapter 15

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No More Rainbows        Chapter 15



"Are you ready?" I nodded my head. Dr. Lucas was going to remove the
bandages from around my eyes. I had mentally been preparing myself for
the possibility that I might not be able to see; but now that the time
had arrived, I was scared shitless.

I felt Brent reach for my left hand and hold it. My mother gripped my
right. After several days of being only aware of touch, I had become
familiar with who was with me. My father was off to my right, standing
behind my mother. He had been speaking words of encouragement.

"It's going to be alright, Son," I heard him say several times as the
doctor continued to remove the gauze from my face. Dr. Bowman had arrived
just minutes earlier, and he had spent a few moments alone with me.

"If your eyesight is still damaged," he had said, "then I will take
you immediately into the operating room. It is not uncommon to have to do
surgery a second time."

"Will I be able to see?" I asked nervously.

"We will know soon enough," he had said as he walked away and returned
minutes later with Dr. Lucas and my family. Soon enough had finally
arrived.

"Now close your eyes tightly," warned Dr. Lucas. "The light might be
painful at first."

I felt the gauze being released from my face. Brent and my mother
squeezed my hand tightly. My heart started pounding when I realized that
I could see light through my tightly shut eyelids.

"Can you sense light?" Dr. Bowman asked. I nodded my head. I heard my
mother begin to cry. Brent squeezed my hand tighter.

"I don't want you to open your eyes yet." He was feeling around my
face. "Now, very slowly, I want you to open your left eye, but just
slightly." I did as he said, and light rushed into my eye. I turned and
could vaguely see Brent peering down at me. I squeezed his hand tightly,
as tears welled up in my eyes.

"Did you see light?" He asked hopefully. I nodded my head once again.

"Excellent," Dr. Bowman stated excitedly. "Now do the same with your
right eye." I opened it slightly, and again I could see light. This time
I could make out the image of my father standing to the right of the
bed."

"Dad," I cried. He reached out and grabbed my hand, placing his over my
mother's.

"I'm here, Son." He said softly. "Everything's going to be
alright." I nodded and closed my eyes again.

"Were you able to see your father?" Dr. Bowman asked. I nodded, as I
could feel tears running down my face.

"Excellent," he replied. "Now, close your eyes. I don't want you to
open them too suddenly." I could see the light from his small flashlight
moving from one eye to the next as he examined me. Over the next few
minutes, he slowly had me opening my eyes. My vision was slightly
blurred, but at least I was able to see. He assured me that my eyesight
would improve within a few days.

"You're a very lucky young man," he said. "I don't think you'll
have any permanent damage. The surgery seems to have gone well."

I couldn't keep my eyes open for too long, because they were still very
sensitive to light. After Dr. Bowman was satisfied, he closed the
curtains, and then turned off the overhead light.

"I want everyone to leave now," he insisted. "Artie needs his rest."

Everyone kissed me goodbye, leaving me alone in my room. I cried briefly,
relieved that I could see once again. I finally drifted off to a peaceful
sleep.

I was awakened later when the door opened. I squinted my eyes as the
light came rushing in. After a few seconds, I was able to focus on the
figure in the doorway.

"How are you feeling?" Detective Armstrong asked. I couldn't figure
out what he was doing in my room. He had just questioned me yesterday.

"I'm feeling much better," I replied.

"Yes," he said. "The doctor told me all about your eyesight returning.
That is wonderful news."

He stood at the head of my bed looking down at me. He then cleared his
throat before speaking again.

"We found Calvin Whitaker," he said.

"Did you arrest him?" I asked.

"Not exactly," he replied. Once again, I became uncomfortable under his
stare.

"We found him beaten up in an alley," he informed me. "He's
downstairs in surgery right now."

"I wish I could say I was sorry," I said sarcastically. After what he
had done to me, I was glad that someone had given him a taste of his own
medicine.

He pulled out a small pad and thumbed through it. "Do you know a Jared
England?"

I sat up quickly and squinted at him. He studied my reaction. "Yeah," I
said. "Why?"

"We just arrested him for felony assault on Calvin."

"That's impossible!" I shouted. "Jared wouldn't hurt anyone!"

"Just before he went into surgery, Calvin told me that Jared England is
the one who beat him up."

I lay back on my bed. It was hard to comprehend what Detective Armstrong
had just told me. Jared was such a great guy. I couldn't imagine him
hurting anyone. Then I remembered him telling me he would do anything to
keep Brent and me safe.

"Did you tell Jared that Calvin beat you up?" He stared down at me,
awaiting my answer.

"No," I replied. I felt reasonably sure I hadn't said anything to him,
but I wasn't sure. I had a vague recollection of him coming in my room
and whispering in my ear. I couldn't remember if he had actually done
it, or if I had dreamed it.

"Perhaps you told Brent, and he told Jared." He suggested.

"I don't remember telling anyone who did this- except you," I replied.
Again, I couldn't remember if I had mentioned it to Brent. I had been
heavily sedated for several days; so much of my memory was a blur.

"Right now then, I have to go with what I have." He said. "I'm taking
him to the station for questioning. If you remember anything more, let me
know. Your mother has my number." He patted me on my leg, and then he
left the room.

About fifteen minutes later, Brent entered the room, followed by his
parents and my mother.

"Did you hear what happened?" He asked excitedly. "The police just
arrested Jared for beating up Cal."

"Detective Armstrong told me," I said. "Is he going to be alright?" I
looked over at Mr. England. He had a worried look on his face.

"They arrested him in the lobby a few minutes ago," Mr. England
replied. "Your father immediately jumped in and told the officers he was
representing Jared. He went downtown to the station to be with him. .
Brent wanted to see you again before we left."

I felt relieved knowing that Dad was with Jared. If anyone could help
him, it was my father.

"Do you think he did it?" I looked questioningly into Brent's eyes. He
didn't even have to give me an answer. I could read it in his face.

"I think we should get downtown," said Mr. England quickly. Brent
leaned in and gave me a kiss on the forehead before heading out the door
with his parents.

"Did the police say anything when they arrested Jared?" I asked my
mother. She pulled up a chair and sat down beside my bed.

"Your father told Jared not to say anything," she replied. "He'll
sort this out. He's an extremely good attorney." I noticed a tone of
pride in her voice. I looked over at her and grinned.

"Don't even think it, Mister." She said quickly.

"What?" I replied playfully.

"Your father and I have a lot of things to discuss if he's coming back
home."

"If?" I asked hopefully. "You mean there's a possibility?"

"We'll just have to wait and see," she replied.

"Yes!" I shouted. I looked at her and started grinning. Soon, she let a
small smile curl on her lips. I could tell by her reaction that she was
beginning to forgive my father. I was really hoping that they could work
things out and that dad could return home.

The next few hours passed by exceptionally slow. My mother tried to talk
to me, but I couldn't stop thinking about Jared. I felt badly because I
was the one who had caused him to be in the situation he was in. If he
hadn't been trying to protect me, then he wouldn't be facing a serious
felony charge.

"It's going to be alright," she assured me. "Let your father handle
this. It's not going to do you any good worrying about it."

"What if he goes to jail because of me?" I said worriedly.

"I know you don't want to hear this," she responded, "but he should
have let the police handle it."

"I guess you're right," I said. "I just can't help feeling
responsible."

I drifted off to sleep for about an hour, before I was awakened by the
door opening and several people rushing in. Leading the way was Jared,
followed by Brent, my father and Brent's parents. Everyone had a smile
plastered on their faces.

"Jared!" I screamed. "Are you alright?"

"Never better, Little Brother." He leaned down and kissed me on my
forehead.

"I heard the good news," he smiled. "You can see again." Brent walked
up beside him and grinned down at me.

"Would someone tell me what is going on?" I shouted.

"Your Dad is great!" Brent exclaimed. "He got Jared off."

I looked at my father and he was blushing. Mr. England threw his arm
around his shoulder and smiled.

"What in the hell is everyone talking about?" I shouted loudly.

"Language, Young Man," admonished my mother. "Rudolph, what in the
hell is going on?" Everyone in the room broke out in laughter.

"When we got to the police station," began Mr. England, "they still
had Jared in custody. Your father was with him, and they let me sit in on
the questioning. Jared tried to explain to them that he had encountered
Calvin in an alley and was trying to get him to surrender to the
police."

"But Detective Armstrong said he assaulted Cal," I said. "He said you
beat the shit out of him." I looked up at Jared.

"I did," he admitted, "but it was self-defense."

"Self-defense?" I asked.

"Yeah," said Brent excitedly. "Cal pulled a knife on Jared.
Unfortunately for Cal, Jared has a brown belt in karate."

"Why didn't you tell the police that?" I asked.

"I did after talking to your father." He said. "Your father insisted
that the police to go back to the scene and look for the knife. They
found it about twenty feet away, where I had kicked it out of his hand."

"How come you beat him up so bad?" I asked. It seemed like after Jared
had kicked the knife away then the fight would be over.

"He came at me," Jared said. "I warned him I knew karate, but he
wanted to take me on anyway. That was his second mistake."

"His second mistake?" I asked.

"Yeah," he grinned. "His first mistake was messing with you."

"How bad did you hurt him?" I was curious if his injuries were anything
like mine.

"Not sure," he said. "I went easy on him. He can handle a guy like
you; but when he meets someone his size, then he's nothing but a punk."

"I'm really happy for you," I said. "I was worried about you."

"You had nothing to be worried about," he assured me. "Your dad was
great. He intimidated the hell out of the police. I have to be honest- I
was scared. But he took control and I was out in no time."

I looked over at my father and smiled. My eyes widened when I noticed
that he and my mother were holding hands.

**********

I was released from the hospital three days later. Dr. Lucas wanted to
make sure that there was no permanent damage done to me. It seemed as if
I was constantly being taken down for Xrays and cat scans.

I asked Beverly, one of the nurses I had come to know very well, if she
knew anything about Cal. She said that he had come in with a concussion,
a broken arm and some major bruising. The doctor had kept him overnight,
but he was released the next morning. She said he was still in a lot of
pain when Detective Armstrong took him out in handcuffs.

The doctor told me I would be released early Friday morning. My father
arrived around nine. I was disappointed because Brent hadn't come with
him; but then I remembered it was a school day. The doctor wanted me to
stay home one week before returning to school. My vision was still a
little blurry when I tried to read. Brent had already been bringing me my
class work while I was in the hospital, so he said it wouldn't be a
problem to do it one more week.

He told me that many students had been asking about me. Though many
students disapproved of Brent and my relationship, they disliked
brutality even more. He said many seemed genuinely concerned about me.

I laughed when he told me about Marcus Shivington winning the lottery at
school. It seems that many of the guys had bet on how long it would take
for someone to mess with Brent or me, and thus meet the wrath of Jared.
Marcus walked away with $265! The next time I see him, I'm going to tell
him that half the money should be Brent's and mine.

Tears welled up in my eyes when the nursing staff came in and gave me a
big teddy bear with gauze wrapped around its eyes. After a final
examination of my eyes, Dr. Armstrong told me I was free to go. I wanted
to walk downstairs, but I was told I would have to go down in a
wheelchair. I thought it was stupid, since nothing was wrong with my
legs.

On the way home, I questioned my father about returning home, but he
seemed to want to avoid the subject. I had been hopeful when I saw him
and my mother holding hands. They also seemed to be more comfortable
around each other when they had visited the past few days. Once, they
even left me alone while they went down to have lunch together.

"Is Mom at home?" I asked as we drove along in silence. I couldn't
figure out why he wasn't saying much. Usually, we would talk nonstop.

"She was when I left," he said.

"What do you mean, when you left?" I asked. I looked over at him, but
he was staring straight ahead.

"I had to stop by and get you some clothes," he reminded me.

"Oh, yeah." My heart sunk. For just a moment, I had hoped that he had
returned home.

I was glad when we pulled into the driveway. It felt good to finally be
home. I was looking forward to sleeping in my bed at night. At least I
could get a good night's sleep without a nurse coming into the room and
waking me up every hour. Once, a nurse even woke me up to give me a
sleeping pill. Was that really necessary?

"You go ahead, Son," my father said as I got out of the car. "I'll
get your things."

I walked up the front porch and opened the door. "SURPRISE!" A chorus
of shouting stunned me. People filled the living room. I stood and looked
around the room. Brent stepped from behind some people and walked over to
me.

"Surprise!" He said as he kissed me on the lips in front of everyone. I
stepped back and looked at him.

"This is all your doing, isn't it?" He blushed and looked down at the
floor.

"Are you mad?" He asked

"How can I be mad at you?" I quickly returned the kiss. Suddenly,
everyone in the room began to approach me and give me hugs. Linda and
Amber were the first to put their arms around me. I was surprised when
Bert and Ryan approached holding hands.

"Does this mean?" I asked.

"Yeah." Ryan grinned. "We got tired of sneaking around. Everyone's
cool with it. Those that aren't.."

"We'll kick their ass." Bert finished with a laugh.

"Hey, Little Brother!" Jared walked up and pulled me into a bear hug.
Beside him was Rachel Amos, head cheerleader. Rumor had it that head
cheerleader had more than one meaning.

I was surprised to see Dr. Ashe approach me. "How are you feeling,
Artie?"

"Are you on the clock?" I laughed. "If not, then I'm doing good."

"That's wonderful," she exclaimed. She reached out and gave me a huge
hug.

My mother and grandmother came out of the kitchen carrying an enormous
cake. It read, "Welcome Home." Tears formed in my eyes when everyone
started applauding.

"Speech!" Jared shouted from across the room.

I started to say something, but tears started streaming down my face.
Brent walked over, took my hand, and led me from the room. He took me
down the hall to my room. Once inside he closed the door and locked it.

"Welcome home." He said as he pulled me into him, kissing me
passionately. "I've missed you so much."

"Mmmm," I purred into his mouth. I reached down and started rubbing his
erect cock.

"Not now," he said as he pulled my hand away. "Tonight." He looked at
me and wiggled his eyebrows."

"You're spending the night?" I asked hopefully.

"Yes," he said. "Tomorrow is Saturday, so Dad said I could stay with
you tonight." Once again, he leaned in and kissed me.

After a minute, he pulled away and took my hand. "We better get back to
your party. Everyone will think we're doing something if we stay here
much longer."

"Let them think what they want," I said as I kissed him again.

"Later." Brent kissed his finger and then placed it to my lips.

"Later." I said as I followed him back into the living room.

The next few hours were very enjoyable. My mother had our neighbor, who
has a catering service, prepare food for us. We gorged ourselves on fried
chicken, mashed potatoes, green beans, salad and hot apple pie.

Jared acted as DJ. He went to my room and sifted through my CD collection
until he found music suitable for dancing. Dad and Mr. England moved the
living room furniture back, making a small dance floor.

I couldn't believe the fun I was having. It felt so good to be able to
dance openly with Brent. Amber and Linda, as well as Bert and Ryan,
seemed to be having an equally good time.

Jared turned down the lights, and then he played a slow song. Brent
walked over and took me in his arms as we danced slowly around the room.
Bert had his head on Ryan's shoulder. He had his eyes closed, but he
opened them and saw me looking at them. He gave me a quick wink, and then
closed his eyes and continued dancing in Ryan's arms.

I watched as Jared held Rachel in his arms, grinding his body seductively
into her. Once when he pulled away, I saw an enormous tent in his pants.
Rachel reached down and rubbed it, as he continued to sway against her.

Everyone started laughing when Randy danced with Dr. Ashe. She had
stooped over and was trying to teach him the fox trot. She kept yelping
out as he stepped on her feet several times.

Tears formed in my eyes when I turned and saw my mother and father
dancing together. My mother had her head on my father's chest as he was
quietly whispering something into her ear. She looked up and kissed him
on the lips. Brent, noticing the tears in my eyes, looked over at them.
He pulled me tighter, kissing me on my cheek.

"It looks like they've made up," he whispered.

"Yeah," I replied tearfully.

The party broke up around ten, when it began thundering outside. My
father turned on the Weather Channel, and it appeared a large storm was
heading our way. Everyone wanted to get home before it hit.

After saying goodnight to my mother and father, Brent and I walked
exhaustively to my room. Before entering my room, I peeked down the hall
and saw my father following my mother into their bedroom. A huge smile
formed on my face.

"What is it?" Brent asked, noticing my happy mood.

"Nothing," I replied. "Everything is perfect." I leaned in and kissed
him gently. "Just perfect."

I took his hand and led him to the center of the room. For days I had
thought of how I wanted to show Brent the love I was feeling for him. He
had stayed with me the entire week I was in the hospital, and he had
given me enormous support. I truly wanted to show him how much I cared
about him.

"Come here," I said seductively. He walked over and stood before me. I
leaned down and once again kissed him. He moaned into my mouth. He
started to shudder when I nibbled on his chin, before letting my tongue
run across his cheek, and then lick him on his neck.

"Oh God, Artie," he moaned. I lifted his arms and then removed his
shirt. Once again, I started licking him down his chest, finding first
his right nipple, and then his left. I sucked gently on each as he moaned
loudly.

"Shhhhh," I giggled. "Not only are Mom, Dad and Randy going to know
what we are doing, but so is the whole neighborhood."

"I can't help it," he whispered. "You're making me feel so good."

"I can make you feel better," I said seductively. I then led him over
to the bed and had him sit on the edge. I pulled off his shoes and socks,
and then rubbed his feet. He lay back on the bed and purred like a
kitten.

He jumped slightly, when I reached up and took the waistband of his
shorts and underwear, and slowly removed them. His cock was so hard, it
was difficult to pull his clothes over it. It jutted out, once it was
released from its confines.

After removing his pants, I opened his legs, and then began licking on
his thighs. He started giggling, telling me it tickled. He moaned when I
took his balls in my mouth and sucked gently on them. I then ran my
tongue up the length of his cock, and took the head into my mouth. He
hissed, and I could tell he was trying to hold back an orgasm.

He threw his head back on the bed when I engulfed his cock in my mouth. I
reveled in the hardness and texture. I had thought of this moment for a
month, and now I was finally getting my first taste of Brent. I was
determined that his first time would be something he would never forget.

I could tell by the muted sounds he was making that he was enjoying it
immensely. He took the pillow from the bed and covered his face with it,
trying to muffle the noises he was making. I continued to take his cock
deeper and deeper into my mouth. He was thrusting his body upward to meet
me.

Suddenly, he pulled the pillow from his face and moaned loudly, "I'm
going to cum, Artie." He tried to pull my mouth away, but I gently
removed his hand. I wanted to taste him. I wanted him to be a part of me.

Within seconds, I felt his cock expand, and then he began shooting his
warm cum into my mouth. Surprisingly, it didn't have much of a taste. I
was afraid it would be bitter, but it didn't have an unpleasant taste. I
swallowed quickly. I knew from watching him as we had jacked off many
time together, what to expect. He usually had two large spurts and then
several smaller ones. He continued to pump his cock into my mouth, as I
took his final small loads.

His body then became limp on the bed. I looked up and watched his chest
slowly heaving as he began to come down from the sexual high I had given
him. I slowly took his withering cock from my mouth, and then scooted up
beside him.

He leaned into me, and kissed me deeply. He explored my mouth with his
tongue, licking at the remnants of his orgasm. I moaned and thrust my
body into his.

"Give me a minute," he said, as he lay on his back. I looked down and
admired his naked, satisfied body lying beside me. His small cock was now
limp. I reached down and rubbed it, playing with the cum that still was
slightly leaking from the head.

"God, Artie," he said. "That was fantastic. Where did you learn to do
that?"

"I don't know," I giggled. "I've been thinking about it for a month.
Did it feel good?"

"It's something I'll never forget," he replied. I smiled knowingly to
myself. I guess I had accomplished my mission.

He sat up and smiled. "Your turn now."

"You don't have to, if you don't want to," I said.

"I want to," he replied. "But I'm not sure if I can be as good as
you."

He slowly stripped me, as I had him. I don't think my cock had ever been
so hard. I thought I was going to explode before he even touched me.

He leaned in and nibbled on my neck. I could tell he wanted to repeat the
movements I had done to him. Instead of sucking on my skin, he let his
tongue gently move across my body. I began to get goose bumps from the
intense feelings he was giving me.

I closed my eyes as he gently ran his tongue down my chest. When he got
to my pubes, he gently pulled on them with his lips. I moaned, and thrust
my body upward. Sensing that I couldn't hold out much longer, he took my
cock in his mouth and started to suck me.

"Damn, Brent." I moaned, "I can't hold it." I was surprised when he
sucked me deeply, just as my first shot entered his mouth. He started
gagging, and took my cock from his mouth. He gripped it tightly in his
hand and continued to stroke me until I subsided.

He then moved up beside me and buried his head in my shoulder. I put my
arms around him and held him tightly.

"Feel good?" He mumbled into my chest. I squeezed him tighter.

"You have no idea," I replied as I kissed him on his forehead. "I love
you."

"I love you, too." He lifted his head and our lips met. I kissed him
deeply, never wanting the moment to end.

Outside, we could hear the storm approaching. Lightning was filling the
room with light, followed by loud booms of thunder. I pulled the covers
over us, and held Brent. Occasionally, he'd jump when a loud clap of
thunder would hit. He nestled his naked body against mine, and soon both
of us were sound asleep.

********

"Boys," shouted my father from outside the door. "You'd better get
up." Brent stirred against me as I looked over at the alarm clock. It
was almost noon. The storm must have passed, but I could still hear a
gentle rain hitting against the window.

"Good Morning," I said as Brent slowly opened his eyes. I could feel
his erection pressing against my leg. I reached down and stroked it.
"Morning wood," I laughed.

"Morning pee," he announced as he jumped out of bed and ran naked
across the hall into the bathroom. I started getting dressed while he was
away. He returned a few minutes later, wiping his sleepy eyes.

He walked over and wrapped his arms around me, and then pulled my head
down into a kiss.

"Thank you for last night," he said. I could see tears starting to form
in his eyes. "It was wonderful."

"Yes it was," I said, before returning his kiss.

"Boys!" My mother shouted this time. "Lunch is ready."

"We'd better get dressed," I said. We finished dressing, and then
walked down the hall holding hands. My parents and Randy were sitting at
the table eating a grilled cheese sandwich.

We took our seats, and I watched my parents carefully as I ate. They kept
looking at each other and smiling. I didn't want to think about it, but
I was sure that they had made love just as Brent and I had last night.

"That was some storm last night," my father said. "Did it keep you
boys awake?"

"No, Sir," I said. I don't know why but I started to blush. My father
noticed my reaction, and he gave me a small wink. That only made me blush
even more.

After eating, Randy, Brent and I started cleaning up the dishes. My
mother disappeared into their bedroom, while my father walked out onto
the patio.

"Come here, Boys," my father shouted through the patio doors. We walked
out onto the patio. My father threw his arms around Brent and me and led
us out onto the lawn.

"Look!" He motioned for us to look up into the sky.

Before us was one of the most beautiful rainbows arching across a clear
blue sky.

THE END

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