Date: Sun, 01 Jun 2003 23:36:59 +1000 From: David Weick Subject: The Rescuee Chapter 4 (M/Y/Y) anal, oral The Rescuee Chapter 4 By Venturis Disclaimer: If this type of material is illegal in your state or you are too young, then don't read it! This story is about the burgeoning love between an adult male and a youth. The story is set in Queensland Australia, and most Australian slang terms used are explained. I apologise if any readers were a little confused as to where the story is set. *** PLEASE NOTE *** The legal age of consent in Australia where this is set is 16, so what my characters are doing is not illegal. This has only happened recently, bringing the legal age to be the same for straights as for gays. All I can say is about bloody time! This may not be the case in whatever part of the world you are in, as different countries have different laws. Please be sure to check the age of consent BEFORE you get down and dirty! Comments to venturis682@hotmail.com *********************** *** From Tristian's point of view *** ******************** As I walked home with Josh I found myself hanging off his every word, I had dreamed for so long that he would be the one who would take my virginity from me, it had become almost an obsession! Now that he had, I was falling more and more in love with him, with every step together we took, with every word he spoke to me I felt myself move closer and closer emotionally to him. He was the one man in the whole world I wanted, he was the one man I truly loved! Josh said something, I'm not even sure what, but it jolted me back to reality, Chris! Could I love Chris as much as I loved Josh? Did I even want to? Was it even possible to love two people together? I knew I would have a sleepless night pondering over that question alone, but I also knew deep in my heart that I would do anything to spend my life with Josh! Even learn to love Chris! *************************************** *** From Josh's point of view *** ********************** I ended up having a shit of a night at work, a couple of arrogant tourists expected six star service from what was essentially a three star restaurant. They abused me several times and I ended up losing my cool with them totally and 'accidentally' spilt coffee on the so- called 'lady'! But shit, she deserved it! Then we had trouble in the main bar with a couple of drunken locals causing trouble, they soon found out that I was not a person to piss off! I had to bash a little sense into them, and then I threw them out after barring them for a month. Even the boss could see I was not really in a good mood, the problem of Chris and Tristian was always at the back of my mind while I worked. I was worried partly because Chris had not come down to dinner, partly because Tristian thought he loved me too and partly because Chris did not seem interested in a threesome! Was I taking too much for granted? I knew we had some tough times ahead, and being preoccupied with this all night, just seemed to bring down my normal jovial self to something almost demonic. The other staff even noticed it, and I noticed wryly that they made a point of staying out of my way. This was no way to be when dealing with people, who knows what damage I was doing to the bosses business, I just wished I could go home and try to sort out some of the feelings that were rampant in our love triangle as I now thought of it. Shit what a mess! Finally about 1:00 am the boss said I could knock off, and I gladly made my way home. As I walked home I let the cool fresh mountain air fill my lungs, taking in deep breaths, allowing my bad mood to subside and hopefully disappear. The house was dark as I got home, and the door unlocked. I entered and was met by my Chihuahua's Buddy and Biddy. The rest of the house was as quiet as a mouse, I looked in the bedroom and Chris was lying on the bed, face down asleep. I moved closer to him and sat beside him, gently stroking his soft cheeks. I noticed tear tracks down the side of his face, he had been crying, my heart gave a jump, had I lost the one true love in my life? He stirred a little in his sleep, moving his head into my hand. I bent down and kissed him on the forehead and he mumbled something in his sleep. I started to get up to get undressed and have a shower, when he started to mumble louder in his sleep. 'No Josh, please don't leave me!' his head started to thrash a little on the pillow, his arms flung wide, narrowly missing me. 'NO, DON'T LEAVE ME, COME BACK, I LOVE YOU!' he suddenly screamed. I knew then that he was in the grip of a nightmare! 'NO JOSH, COME BACK, come back, please come back!' the last emotional outburst almost a whisper. I was moved immediately to tears. The poor boy thought I was leaving him, God what had I done? ******************** *** From Tristian's point of view *** ******************** After I left Josh I made my way home, arriving a little late, my parents were already home and wanted to know where I had been. When I said I had been at Josh's and Chris's, my father freaked! 'I don't want you anywhere near that fuckin poof!' he screamed, 'You hear me? Or his little faggot friend! You stay away from them!' 'You can't pick my friends you fuckin homophobic old bastard!' I yelled back at him, from there it just degenerated into a screaming match. He backhanded me and then I ran to my room and locked the door behind me and fell crying to my bed. Great sobs of pain escaped from me, I could not believe how bad my dad was, and how my mum had just agreed with everything he said! I had stopped short of telling them I was gay, I knew that would invoke a thrashing that would at the very least put me into hospital, at the most leave me dead! I had been on the receiving end of his outbursts all too often, and I knew not to provoke him when he was like that. I cried myself to sleep, my only solace was the knowledge that I loved Josh with all my heart, and I hoped he loved me too. My last conscious thought was that I had to get out of this house, soon, or either my dad or I would do something horrible to the other! I woke about 1:15 am, the house was quiet, I cracked the door open a little, there where no lights on, and I could hear my father snoring in his room. Now was my chance! I quickly threw some stuff into a pack and snuck out the door, quietly making my way to the front door I opened it and stole outside, closing the door softly behind me. I had a quick look around, no-one was about at that time of day, so I headed off to where I knew I would be loved. I made the short walk to Josh's house in just under five minutes, I was in luck, the lights where still on! I hoped that Josh would help me. I knocked on the door and heard Josh's dogs bark, I hoped I was doing the right thing! ****************** *** From Josh's point of view *** ****************** I sat back down next to Chris, unsure of what to do. Finally I decided that the best option was to wake him and talk to him, but just as I was about to shake him, he awoke with a start. He looked at me through bleary eyes, tears were running down his cheeks, I could see the pain he was in. 'Josh! You're still here!' he exclaimed sleepily. 'Yes mate, where else would I be?' 'I was afraid you'd left me!' I drew him into my arms and held him tight, at least I knew that was what he wanted most right then. 'Shush, its allright I'm not going anywhere! I'm here for you now.' I cradled him for awhile, he held onto me for dear life, making it a little hard for me to breathe. Finally I looked into his eyes and asked. 'So what brought all this on? Why did you think I was leaving you?' 'I saw how you and Tristian where joking and enjoying each other's company and I thought he was trying to steal you away from me.' He sobbed. My heartstrings broke then, tears running down my face, I was appalled with myself for being so damn thoughtless! 'Oh Chris, yes I like Tristian, maybe I could even love him, I think maybe I do, I've known him a long time, and admired him all that time, but I have room in my heart for both of you. You are my life now. Tristian is always welcome, but if you don't want him around, we'll ask him to leave us alone, and find someone else.' 'No I don't want that, but I don't know if I can love you both, but maybe I can try?' 'I'll leave that up to you Chris, I won't force you into something you don't want. Tell you what, Tristian will be around in the morning, what say we all talk then?' 'OK, I love you Josh, more than life itself!' 'I love you too Chris, and I love Tristian, but if I must choose, I'll choose you! Now, do you mind if I go have a shower?' I went and got some clean clothes ready for a shower, just as I was heading down the hall, I heard the dogs bark, then a soft knock on the door, followed by a slightly louder rap. I wondered who it was at that time of night and went to answer the door, there stood Tristian, and his eyes blackened and tear stained, a pack in his hands. 'Tristian, what are you doing here? At this time of night?' 'I've run away from home, my dad beat me again, and called you and Chris poofs. We had a big argument, again, I've just had enough of him. Can I stay here?' he asked. 'I guess so, come in.' I ushered him in and shut the door. Chris had heard voices and joined us in the living room. 'Tristian? What happened?' Chris asked. Tristian repeated his story, I knew I wouldn't get my shower just yet, so I sat both boys down and we all just talked and talked. I explained to Tristian the dilemma that Chris had with him and me. Tristian was shocked and the two boys talked out their differences, finally hugging each other closely. I hugged both boys, I was happy to see at least that problem sorted out! Then we tackled the next problem, Tristian and his mean old dad! I was at a bit of a loss as to what to do there. I would need to talk to James, my lawyer and see what I could do, perhaps I could take Tristian in as well, and when I put the idea forward both boys seemed enthusiastic about it. Finally, just as the sun was coming up, I called it a night. I was beat, the boys were yawning more and more, so I suggested we go to bed and at least try to get some sleep! We all stripped naked and crawled between the covers, I took the middle of the bed, Tristian on my right and Chris my left. I kissed both boys and drew them close to me, holding them tightly. The boys must both have found a new lease on life, for the next thing I knew, Tristian had turned around into a 69 position and Chris was gently forcing his rock hard six-inch cock into my hole! I did the only thing I could, took Tristian's cock into my mouth and relaxed my sphincter so Chris could have his fun! I licked all around Tristian's cock, tasting the head, the sweet precum as it dripped from the end of his hard cock, the musky taste of teenage meat. Yumm! I groaned in pure pleasure as Chris gently drove himself deeper and deeper into my very being, Tristian started to fuck my face, so I reacted to that by slowly fucking his face, being careful not to distract Chris from his action. Tristian moaned around my throbbing hard on, the vibrations from his voice sending thrills along my spine. I moaned around the mouthful of hot boycock in my mouth, I knew the vibrations gave him a thrill as well, as he moaned again. We both moaned as we sucked harder and harder, Chris's actions became more urgent, I felt Tristian tense up, then as I tasted the sweetness of Tristian's hot load, I felt the heat of Chris's cum as he shot deep inside me. It was too much for me, I came heavily into Tristian's mouth, the boy swallowing hard, struggling to keep the hot fluid from escaping, somehow he managed to keep it all in. He withdrew from my cock, turned and drew Chris to his mouth, they kissed, sharing the remnants of my load. We all lay back once more in each other's arms, I kissed both boys, I looked at Chris, and said teasingly, 'See, I told you I could love you both, but you wouldn't believe me!' 'Yes, and you seemed to have proven that, but we all have a long way to go. I'm sorry Tristian for thinking you wanted Josh for yourself. Can you forgive me?' 'I forgive you Chris, on one condition! We stop fighting over Josh and just love him and each other!' Chris grinned a big approval, leant over and the two boys kissed again. Not wanting to be left out I forced my mouth between the two locked lips, turning it into a three-way kiss. We broke and I told the two boys to get some sleep. I lay on my back with a boy in each arm, their heads resting on my shoulders. As I started to drift off, I thought about the day's events, what a rollercoaster! At least the problem of a jealous teen seemed to be fixed, but only time would tell for sure. ************* An insistent knocking on the front door awakened me a little later, the dogs raced out of their bed and started yapping, and then I heard the unmistakable loud voice of Tristian's dad! 'Josh you bastard, get up, I want to talk to you!' Chris and Tristian had woken by now, I handed Chris the bedside phone and told him to call the police, then told Tristian to stay where he was. I got out of bed, pulled on a pair of shorts and went to answer the door. I was a little apprehensive, I knew this would not end well! I opened the door, there stood Tristian's dad, he was red in the face from being so irate, the veins sticking out of his neck, and he was shaking with rage. 'Have you got my son here you fuckin pervert!' He screamed at me. 'He's sixteen, that's legal in this country Stan, he can do what he likes, but yes he is here!' I remarked. 'I want him back home now! I won't have him associating with your kind!' 'Fuck off Stan, what do you want to do, fuckin beat him up again? You're nothing but a child abuser, a weak cunt who gets his jollies from bashing women and kids! Tristian can stay here as long as he likes, and you'll have to get past me first to get him!' 'Yea, fuck off dad, I've had enough of you and you're beatings, and you're homophobia, I love Josh, and I love Chris and I'm staying here!' Tristian screamed from behind me. The veins in Stan's neck stood out more, I saw his right shoulder drop and knew what was coming next! He swung what should have been a giant haymaker at me, but I was ready and ducked. Both my dogs saw what was happening to their master and flew in and grabbed an ankle each, their sharp teeth penetrating the skin on his ankles. He let out a yelp of pain and as he was distracted I let fly with a left hook that sent him flying backwards down the stairs. He landed on his feet and immediately turned and ran back up the stairs, ready to kill me and whoever else was in the house. He got in a lucky shot that collected me on the side of the face, and I felt the bone crunch as he connected with my jaw. That was enough to make me really wild! I sent two quick lefts and a right into his face, followed by a left into his ample gut. As he bent over in pain I brought my knee up and connected with his crotch, he screamed in pain. Just then Tristian pushed me out of the way and then he drove his father with the biggest, hardest right cross I have ever seen! It was so hard he knocked his father clean out! Stan lay on the landing, out cold, I turned and stopped Tristian from hitting the unconscious man again, holding him close as his rage subsided. All the pent up rage from years of abuse (which I found out about later) had been in that one punch, I felt sure that if I had not been there to stop Tristian, he would have killed his abusive father. Tristian was shaking that much I had trouble calming him down, but eventually between Chris and I we got him seated at the table. That was when Chris, the darling boy, told me he had captured the whole episode on the video camera! I went to kiss him thank you, and that was I finally realised that my jaw was broken! A shot of pain raced through my jaw as my lips touched his, I pulled back and screamed in pain. Both boys raced to my side, asking what was wrong, concern and worry in their voices. I realised I could hardly talk, so I just pointed to my jaw. Tristian raced to the phone and rang the emergency number 000 and called for an ambulance. He just got off the phone when the dogs barked again, the cops had arrived! The sergeant viewed the video and asked a few questions, that's when we found out that Stan had been beating Tristian since he was six! The constable who was with the sergeant threw a bucket of cold water on Stan to wake him, then he was cuffed and charged with numerous assault charges, including child abuse, and led away. The ambulance arrived and checked me over, he seemed to think it was just dislocated, I hoped he was right, as I didn't really want to have my jaw wired for six weeks! Either way I was off to spend some time in hospital. At the same time he checked Tristian's hand, it was obviously broken, it looked like we would both get a ride in the ambulance! As I was barely able to talk, I asked the sergeant, by writing it down, if he could ring my mate Bill to come look after Chris and bring him down to the hospital for me. He agreed and just as Tristian and I were being loaded into the back of the ambulance Bill turned up, concern all over his face. I mumbled some instructions as best I could, then laid back and let the painkillers do their work. ****************** >From Chris's point of view ****************** I was appalled at what Tristian's dad had done to my new dad, his jaw was all bruised and looked broken, he was in a lot of pain. Thank God I'd had the presence of mind to video the whole episode, that evidence alone would get Tristian's dad into a lot of trouble. I was also appalled at how badly Tristian's dad had treated him for so long. My heart cried as he related the story of his miserable existence to the policeman, tears streamed down my face, and Tristian's. After the policeman had taken our statements I hugged Tristian close to me, letting him know I understood. After all, I had been through the same thing. I was worried for Josh though, what would happen to Tristian and I if he had to spend a lot of time in hospital? How would we live? Where would we live? That question was soon answered though with the arrival of my dad's friend Bill. The ambulance man said he would need to take Tristian to hospital as well, as his hand was broken, suddenly I felt really alone again, it seemed that every time my world came together, it all came crashing back down. I knew deep down I was being over emotional, but hell, I was only sixteen, and a lot had happened over the last few weeks, not all of it good. I was becoming an emotional wreck again. Bill had a few quiet words with dad, (I now thought of Josh as dad, not Josh.) Bill came over to me and told me that he would look after me for awhile, then he told me to get some clothes together as he would take me into town so I could be nearby until we knew what was happening with Josh and Tristian. Bill was a really nice man, I decided I liked him a lot, but not in the same way as I liked dad and Tristian! Them I loved! I packed a few things for myself, as well as some stuff for dad and Tristian, and then Bill took me back to his place for some breakfast. Bill's wife cooked up a treat and when I was full, Bill loaded the gear into his Nissan Patrol and we headed off to the hospital to see dad and Tristian. *************** >From Tristian's point of view. *************** Man I was so bloody wild! My stinking, hateful father who had who caused me so much pain was now inflicting pain on the one man I truly loved! And what's more I knew that if Josh couldn't hold him he would whip both Chris and me as well! I watched in horror as he slammed his fist into the side of Josh's face and cringed as I heard the bone crunch. Only a year ago he had done that to my hand, it had taken a long time to come good, my left hand still gave me a few problems from misshapen fingers as the bastard would not even take me to the doctor to get it fixed. I could feel the years of rage and abuse build up within me, this had to stop, now! I pushed Josh aside and drove my fist into my fathers face with all the hate and anger from ten years of abuse. I hit him so hard I think I broke a bone in my hand, but I didn't care, I wanted him out of my life forever, and I was ready to stop the abuse right then! Luckily Josh stepped in and pulled me back, or I would have kept going! I was shaking so much with rage, my mind in turmoil as I looked at the unconscious figure lying on the front porch. Eventually Josh and Chris calmed me down, how I loved them both! Honestly, if it were not for them I would have taken all my rage out on the bastard who was my father! Slowly I became aware of my surroundings again, there were two new faces, and it dawned on me that the police had arrived, then as they asked me about what had happened, the floodgates opened. I told the policeman all about the years of abuse not just from my dad, but from my mum as well. I told them how I had loved Josh from a distance for nearly two whole years, how I wanted him to be my dad instead of the low cunt I had as a father. I laid out my life story, I could see the tears in Chris's face as he sat and listened, hell even the policeman was shaking with rage at the story of my miserable existence. He assured me that it would be all right, then he left to check on something with Josh. Chris held me tight, both of us crying into each other's arms, supporting each other, showing our love. I think it was then I realised just how much I really loved Chris, as much or maybe more than Josh! We parted as the ambulance man came to check my hand, he said it was broken and he would take me to hospital with Josh, Chris could meet us there. I let the ambulance man lead me to the back of the ambulance, Josh was laying on the stretcher, he tried to smile at me, but I could see the pain in his eyes as he did. I reached out my good hand and held his tightly and smiled back at him. Dimly I was aware of my dad yelling obscenities from the back of the police car where he was cuffed. I just ignored the cunt, both my lovers were in pain. One in physical pain, one in emotional pain. And I could nothing about either at that time. I sat on the spare seat next to Josh in the ambulance, and then the door closed and we were on our way to hospital. What a prick of a way to start the day! *************** >From Chris's point of view. *************** As Bill drove towards town, I could feel the pain building in me again. I sat beside him and listened as he tried his best to cheer me up, but it was not working, I was worried for my dad and for Tristian. I was also worried for myself, but I didn't really want to admit that. Suddenly as we reached about the halfway point, the tears started to flow, I felt the great wracks of emotional pain flood over me, I held my hands to my eyes and cried and cried, not even aware that Bill had pulled over! I felt his strong hands on my shoulders, he reached down and undid the seat belt, and held me close to him, letting me shed my fears. 'Why does this shit always happen to me?' I bawled. 'Why, why?' 'It's life's little way of testing you Chris,' crooned Bill. 'It'll be allright, you'll see!' He must have held me for nearly twenty minutes as I slowly pulled myself together, until finally we were able to continue the journey. We reached the hospital, how I hated that place, yet in a strange way loved it too. It was where I had seduced Josh for the first time, I loved it for that, but hated it too, because I had spent so much time there. So much time in pain from my real dad! (What brought that memory flooding back? I had not even thought of the bastard since Josh had rescued me from him!) We went in to the emergency room and asked about Tristian and Josh, they were both with the doctor, and we were asked to wait. We sat and waited, I felt the emotions building again, and Bill must have seen it in me because he drew me close to him, reassuring me that it would all turn out OK. How I hoped he was right! *************************** That's it for this chapter guys, hope you liked it! Sorry about all the violence in this one, but it is necessary for the story to continue. Following chapters will have less rough stuff and more of the loving stuff! Thanks go to Jerry and James for keeping me motivated. Ta dudes! I'd love to hear what you think of the story, so feel free to Email me with comments and suggestions! Email address is venturis@hotmail.com