Date: Sat, 28 Jul 2012 08:34:45 +0100
From: David Spowart <davidspowart3@hotmail.com>
Subject: that was unexpected chapter 23

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Written by David S
Edited by Russ J
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Well That Was Unexpected

By Dave S

Chapter 23

I looked across the square, watching as my friends approached, walking
along the long wide path leaving the main campus library, when I heard the
sound of sirens coming down the drive. I looked, as did everybody else, but
turned back to watch my friends approach me. But they had vanished and all
I could see was my tree; the area around me had changed. In that split
second I was back in the warehouse, tied to a frame, and Ben Kips was
yelling things at me, "You fucking think they would stop me from fucking
killing you, Faggot?!!" he said, maniacally. And, as he started to strike
me, the area had changed again; I was back by my tree, but holding Cal in
my arms, with a knife stuck firmly in his chest and Ben Kips standing over
us, laughing, and me crying for help.

"Help. Please, help me!" I yelled out. "Nooooooooooooooooooo!" I screamed
out.

"Josh...Josh...wake up, baby," I heard.

"Baby, wake up...Josh!" I heard Cal shout.

"Wha...What's up...Cal?" I asked, with tears falling from Cal's eyes.

"You were screaming out...baby...you were shouting for help," he cried,
holding on to me." You wouldn't wake up," he cried out. I was soaking in
sweat. My nightmares were getting more intense. I was shaking and Cal was
holding me. I feel safe when I am being held by him, but I knew I would
have to get help with this sooner rather than later.

"I'm sorry, babe, I didn't mean to wake you...sorry," I said whilst he held
me. "I love you, you idiot. It will never be a bother," he said, kissing
the side of my face. "You wanna tell me about it?" he asked, and I nodded,
and he watched me as I sat up, wiping his own tears from his face.

"It's always the same thing. Ben Kips, and you with a stab wound. And you
are lying in my arms. Cal, I cannot lose you, I just can't!" I cried
out. Cal lightly stroked my hand with his thumb, and pulled me tightly into
his chest. His scent calmed me down, slowly, as it always did. His arms
wrapped around me made me feel safe.

"He's in jail, love, he cannot hurt me; he cannot hurt us," said Cal in a
calm, rational voice. "It is just a bad dream, love," he said, and I knew
he was right. But the fear was real; the pain of the moment for me seemed
all so real.

"Yeah, I know, babe...I know," I said in a small voice, barely above a
whisper. He held me close and his warmth soothed me to the extent I felt
safe, as I always did when Cal held me in his strong arms. His scent, apart
from being the trigger for my normal boners, also soothed me, and after
about an hour I drifted back into an uneasy sleep.

8:35am

I woke and a slight panic hit me as I was alone in my bed, but I could
smell fresh coffee brewing and the sweet smell of cinnamon drifting from
downstairs. I rose from my bed with the morning wood pointing towards the
bathroom. I had to piss in the shower, as I was so hard it now pointed to
the light on the ceiling. I knew it would hurt to bend my cock to piss off
my morning flow; I turned on the shower, stood inside, and let the flow
go. I stood under the shower for only a couple of minutes when I felt two
hands reach around my waist.

"Morning, love," Cal said, kissing my shoulder. "How do you feel this
morning?" he continued. "Better," I lied. But it was not a complete lie, as
I always felt better when he was with me.

"I made you breakfast," he said, nibbling on my neck, and I could feel his
engorged cock pressing into my back. "Hot or cold?" I asked. "Sorry?" he
asked, with a confused expression. "Breakfast. Hot or cold?" I
repeated. "Oh. Cold croissants and cinnamon rolls, but hot coffee," he
responded.

"Good. Nothing that won't keep," I said with a shit-faced grin on my face,
as I turned around facing my lover, the water beating down on our
bodies. "I love you, Calumn Kenner. Have I told you lately?" I said,
looking into his deep blue eyes, as the water cascaded down his jet-black
locks on my man, my sex-on-legs. "Yes, you tell me every day. And may I
just say, why wouldn't you love me? I was born to be yours, and you were
born to be mine," he said, kissing the tip of my nose.

"Josh, I want you...I need to feel you now. I have never loved or been
loved the way I feel for you. And marrying you is the single most important
thing that I will ever commit to, and I will be faithful to you always. Now
fuck me!" he smiled, and I laughed out. "Hmm. Subtle, very subtle. I feel
the same, babe. I never want to be alone. I want you with me every day. I
need to sleep with you every day. I want you to be the last thing I see at
night and the first thing I see when I wake. When we are married, my bed
will always be where you lay...now turn the fuck around," I sniggered, and
he duly complied.

I grabbed the bar of soap and washed and lubricated his ass. After the
previous night's exploits he opened up at the slightest touch, like my
fingers had a remote control that at my touch would open my lover to me. I
pressed in two, then three fingers, which had my lover breathing hard and
fast. I nibbled on his shoulder as I pressed him against the wall of the
shower. The glass bricks that separated the shower from the rest of the
bathroom were his only support.

"Please, Joshua...please," he huskily moaned out. "What, babe?" I asked,
again teasing him, as I already knew what he demanded. "Joshua,
please...don't tease me...fuck me. Fuck me now. Fuck me hard!" he yelled
out, and I laughed out, as again, he was begging me to satisfy his wanting
lust.

"Babe, all you had to do was ask," I teased him with a small laugh. "Josh,
you ass. Fuck your lover. Fuck your lover now," he demanded. I bit down on
his shoulder, but not hard enough to cause any discomfort, as I pushed
forward hard, bottoming out in his ass very quickly as I waited for him to
adjust.

"Oooohhhhhhhhh, fuckkkkkkkkk," he moaned out, pressing his face hard
against the brick wall that was holding him up. "Oh loveeeeeeeeeeeeeee,
God," he moaned louder, as I started to pull almost all the way out, and
rammed straight back into him. I liked when he fucked me this way, so I am
damn fucking sure he was getting what he needed.

"Ohhhh yeahhhhhh, fuck!" he cried out. "I F U C K I N G L O V E..." he
stopped and moaned out as a wave of pleasure ripped through him. "Y O U,"
he finished, and soon he was covering the brick tiles in his cum. The
shower water was slowly washing it away, as I was going through my own
intense orgasm as his ass muscles clamped down on my cock. I filled my
lover's ass with my essence, and we just held on to each other as we came
down from our orgasmic high. "Babe...Babe," I couldn't get my
breath. "Yeah, I know," he replied.

We stepped out of the shower and Cal softly dried my body from the first
shower I had since my attack and re-applied the couple of dressings he
deemed still necessary. Most of the welts on my body had all but faded, as
did a lot of the bruising. My hair was growing at a rapid pace, and since
the dressing on my scalp was no longer necessary, my confidence started to
return. That was evident when I suggested going for a run.

"No way, love," Cal responded. "Look babe, you have still got some healing
to do. You don't need more ways to hurt, trust me!" Cal continued, and I
just looked at him. I am sick of just sitting around and watching life pass
me by. I want to get back to normality; I needed to get back to me. "How
about a walk? Problem with that?" I asked, and watched for a reaction. "No,
not at all," he replied. "Just give the rest time," he said, kissing me
softly. "Just a while, okay?" he said softly, and I had to admit he was
probably right, but I wasn't actually going to tell him that; well, it's a
guy thing. "Thank you," I said.

I rang Dale so he could send Lucas home if he was sick of him. "Sup, Dude?"
Dale asked. "You can send Luc back if you haven't killed him yet," I
laughed out. "He's still asleep, dude," he replied. "If you need him back I
will gladly throw ice water over him. It won't be a problem, trust me,"
Dale said with a wicked giggle. "No, just send him back when he becomes a
pain," I said. "Josh, he is you, just a little smaller, and well...not
gay...at least I don't think he is. Well, I got you wrong, didn't I?" he
was pissing himself laughing over the phone at his last statement. "Dick
wad," I replied to that. "Sorry, dude, couldn't resist that. What're you
and Cal up to anyway? Hang on...don't think I wanna know," he eventually
finished. "Going for a walk...he won't let me run yet," I complained. "He's
right though. You know that, don't you?" Dale replied. "Yeah, I know he
is. Just don't let him know I know he's right," I responded. Dale again
laughed at that. "Yeah, guy thing, right," he said to me, and then we said
our usual `see you later's.'

"You ready, love?" Cal asked, wrapping his arm around my waist as I flipped
my phone closed. "Yeah," I said, and kissed his cheek. We stepped outside
and felt a cold breeze hit us. I knew winter was only just around the
corner. For October, it had been unusually mild, but not today.

"What are you doing for Thanksgiving anyway?" I asked, walking down towards
the park. "Wow, where did that come from?" Cal asked. "Just felt the chill
and realized it is only a few weeks away is all," I replied. "Well, Grandpa
and Grandma usually stay in Florida `til March, so nothing planned,
really," Cal said with touch of sorrow. Just as I was about to say
something, Cal's cell went off.

"Hello, Grandpa!" Cal said.

"Hello, Calumn. You okay, child?" his Grandpa said.

"Yes, Grandpa, I am fine. How's Grandma?"

"Oh, you know how she is. Nothing bothers her. You know that," and Cal
giggled at that.

"Look, Cal, what I am calling for is your father's will gets read out next
week and you have to be there for it," his grandpa informed him.

"Why do I have to be there?" Cal asked.

"Because you are a beneficiary," he responded.

"I doubt that very much, Grandpa," he said with a touch of scorn.

"Trust me, child, your mother is in for a shock when it's read out. Trust
me," his grandpa said with a smirk in his voice.

"Okay, where is it at, Grandpa?" Cal asked, looking at me and smiling.

"It's in Chicago, child, a week today," he informed him.

"Okay, Grandpa. I will make it. Can you text me the address or e-mail me
it, and I will get it when I return to college on Sunday? And, Grandpa, can
I bring Josh?" he asked.

"Sure, child, I would like to meet him," he went on.

"You are going to be there, Grandpa?" Cal asked.

"Yes, child, just to make sure everything is above board. My lawyer, Marty
Lieberman, will be present also as your representative, as I think your
mother will be a bit shocked when the will is read," his grandpa responded.

"Okay, Grandpa, I will see you on Wednesday night, okay?" Cal concluded,
and then flipped his phone shut and filled Josh in on the conversation he
just had with his grandpa.

"Wow, your dad left you something?" I asked. "Did your grandpa say what?" I
asked. "No, but I think he knows what, and he knows Mom will not be happy
about it. He's having me represented by Uncle Marty," he said.

"Uncle Marty?" I asked. "I thought your dad was an only child," I went
on. "No, he isn't my real uncle. It's just what he was introduced to me as
when Grandpa was made my guardian, and it just stuck," he replied. "You
will come with me, won't you, love?" he asked, staring into my eyes. "Babe,
I go where you go," I responded, as we walked around the park.

As we started to walk around for the fourth time, I spotted Tom holding
hands with someone I had never seen him with, Lacy Coleman. She was a
good-looking girl but had one fatal flaw: her father was none other than
Reverend John Coleman. He preached fire and brimstone, and I know exactly
what he thinks of the likes of me. That's the reason Todd's family no
longer attend his church, for when Jack, Todd's cousin, came out, he was
banished from that church and every Layton and my parents stood up and
walked out. For that I couldn't have been prouder.

So for that exact reason, we eventually joined the same church that the
Jacksons went to, St. Martin's. It is an Episcopalian church, and their
stance on gay lifestyles is better than the Catholic or Anglican Church by
a fair distance.

"I can't believe Tom is seeing Lacy," I whispered, and explained to Cal
about the good reverend.

"Hi Tom, Lacy," I said, looking at Tom, and he looked a bit
embarrassed. "Oh, hi guys," Tom responded. "Yeah, hi, Joshua," Lacy
replied. "Who is your friend? I haven't seen him before," she asked. "He's
his friend from college," Tom said quickly, and I looked at him with a
scornful look on my face. "Tom, what gives with that dude?!" I spat
out. "Why, what's he said wrong?" Lacy asked, staring at Tom. "Lacy, this
is Calumn Kenner, but prefers Cal, and, yes, he is a friend from college,
and..." She cut me off.

"He's your Boyfriend, right?" she said. Again, people keep doing this to
me. I want to reveal something and somebody ends up telling me what I was
going to tell them. First, Todd told me he knew I was gay, and that shocked
me; then Lucas told me he knew; and now, Lacy Coleman, the daughter of the
Reverend `All-Gays-Should-Burn' fucking Coleman, is telling me she worked
out that Cal was my boyfriend.

"Well, erm yeah, he is. But how did you know that?" I asked, and looked on,
searching for a response from her. Tom looked rather shocked along with me.

"Well, Josh..." she fucking giggled out at me, and I was getting angrier by
the second.  "Well, Josh, you holding hands is a bit of a giveaway," she
laughed out. I looked down, and indeed we were holding hands, and I didn't
even realize we were.

I looked at Cal and he looked at me and we both just cracked up. Tom looked
at us like we were mad or going insane. "Sorry, Lacy, do you hate me now?"
I asked. "Joshua, I am not my dad. Besides, I don't live with him anymore,"
she informed us. "I live with my mom now," she went on. "Dad is, well, a
bit...out there...you know," she went on. I just nodded and said, "Just a
bit." I laughed out.

"So you and Tom...how long?" I asked. "Oh, what...well, about two years,
give or take," she replied, with Tom nodding and smiling. "Wow, and you
never said anything to me about it," I said, looking over at Tom. "Josh,
you are one to talk," he said. I knew his exact meaning. "Yeah, back at
you," I replied.

"You okay now, Joshua? Tom told me what happened," she asked, looking up at
me. "I will be, I replied. I am pleased your dad doesn't know though. He
would probably send the assholes a `try better next time' card," I spat
out, but not at Lacy, just at the situation. "Yeah, he would have," she
replied. "But, as I said, Joshua, my mother and I are not my father, okay?"
I nodded, leaned over, and hugged her. "Thank you, Lacy," I whispered into
her ear.

"You up for going for a coffee, guys?" I asked, and they nodded. I called
Todd and Dale so we could meet up at Jitneys for a drink. I also rang Liam,
as he is trying to re-connect and I was willing to let him try. We arrived
first, and one of the jocks from the night I blacked out was sitting in one
of the booths. He just slightly nodded at me, and then looked back at the
girl he was with, smiling. I was just relieved that he didn't say anything,
but then remembered that I had Bruce Lee on my arm and that brought a smile
to my face.

"What's with the smile?" Cal asked, and I just replied, "Oh nothing, I just
remembered something, that's all." Fucking Bruce Lee, I laughed to myself,
and soon after we had our drinks the rest of my friends came and joined
us. Liam said hello to his friend in the far booth before joining us, and
we just talked about anything and everything just as we had always did. It
was nice, it was great, it was...perfect.

"So when are you all heading back to college?" Tom asked us. "Sunday
afternoon," replied Todd. "I wish I had better grades and was going with
you all. Aaron's going with you, isn't he?" continued Tom. "Yeah, after the
Christmas break. So is Kyle," I replied. "Sounds like a blast," Tom went
on. "Hmm, let's think about that for a second, Tom," I started. "Okay, I
have been assaulted, then kidnapped and tortured. Todd crashed his truck
and was almost killed. Dale's having a whale of a time. Me, Todd, not so
much," I concluded. "Yeah, but you met Cal, didn't you?" and I had to smile
at that one. "Yes, I did," looking into Cal's eyes. "Yes, I sure did," I
finished.

"So, Tom, you doing Lacy then?" asked Mark, who just arrived with
Lucas. "Wow, that brain takes some waking up, doesn't it, Bro," whipped
Dale. "Jeeze, what have I said now?" Mark sounded bemused. "Dude, think
before you speak," Dale went on. "She's the preacher's daughter, so, no, he
isn't," Dale concluded. "Actually, we are," responded Tom. "HA!" came from
Mark. "Not so fucking dumb after all," he went on. "Guy's, we are getting
married," Lacy announced, showing her ring that before now was worn around
her neck. Tom looked like the proverbial cat that got the cream. "Oh wow,
the reverend will be pissing fire on Sunday," announced Liam.

"Oh, I cannot wait to see his face," he went on. "He doesn't know yet. He's
not invited," Lacy commented. "He treats my mom and Tom like lepers, so,
sorry, he isn't getting to know from us," she spat out. There was
definitely more to this than meets the eye. "Does Brian know?" asked
Liam. "No, not yet. He's in Nebraska with Simon. I will let my brother know
when he's back."

"What's he doing in Nebraska?" asked Dale, and Todd gave Lacy a strange
look, like they were sharing a secret, but were about to impart some of
that to us. "Simon's grandmother works in an orphanage and he went out to
help. "Yeah okay, but why is Brian with him?" asked Liam. "And why so many
secrets?" he went on. "He's out there because he is defying Dad," Lacy
informed him. "He stuck by Simon and that infuriated Dad," she went
on. "Dad demanded that he had nothing more to do with those people, as he
put it," she continued.

"Why, why would he stop him?" Liam looked on, wondering what could have
pissed off the reverend so much he wanted his son to stay away from his
best friend. "Simon being gay was always a bad thing for a start," she
replied. "Oh, Simon's gay...and Brian?" Dale asked, and Lacy just burst out
in hysterics.

"No, Brian is not gay. He just won't abandon his friends is all," she said
while still giggling.

"Friends, you said friends. Who else?" Dale asked.

"Jack," she replied. "Jack...Todd's Jack?" Liam asked, looking at Todd. He
knew that Jack had been excommunicated from Reverend Coleman's church but
had no idea it was because of him and Simon.

"So, Jack and Simon?" Liam asked. "So where is Jack while Brian is
rebelling?" he went on. "Jack is with Simon, helping out, but they are back
for Thanksgiving," she concluded.

The rest of the afternoon went on with small talk and the subject of my
kidnapping was broached on several occasions. I answered them as best I
could, not allowing myself to get depressed about it, and then we decided
we better head back home, as Lucas had said dinner would be on the table by
five o'clock, and it was now near four-thirty. We said our goodbyes and
headed off home.

"Plenty of drama in this town, love," Cal said, kissing my cheek. "You can
say that again, babe," I responded, kissing him back.

"What do you wanna do tomorrow? It's our last day before we head back," I
said, holding him outside my home. "Two weeks went very quick, babe, but we
have to go back to the real world. So, what do you wanna do?"

"Anything, as long as it's with you, anything," he said, with his head
buried in the crook of my neck.

"I love you, Cal," I said, kissing the side of his face. "I love you,
Joshua," he responded in kind. "Let's get in. It's getting colder," I
said. We went inside and were greeted by my mom and dad. "Hey, boys, have a
good day?" Mom asked. "Yeah, thanks Mrs M...sorry, Mom," said an
embarrassed Cal. "Yeah, it was good, nice meeting some more of Josh's
friends," he went on, smiling at me.

We ate our meal perfectly prepared by Mom, and we just talked about college
stuff and the events we had to attend next week, like my visit to the D.A's
office, and Cal's visit back to Chicago for his father's will reading. I am
looking forward to meeting his grandpa, but not so much the woman who
abandoned him. I'll have my first appointment with Dr Benet, my
psychotherapist. God, I hope she can help me, as I need to get back to
being me, and I think Cal needs me to be me. It will be a tough week, but
we will cope. We have to. We just have to rely on each other for support,
that's all.

10:32pm

I looked over at Cal and smiled, and then I stood up, stretched, fake
yawned and looked at my parents.

"Okay Mom, we will see you in the morning. Night, Dad," I said, hugging
both my parents, as I wanted, needed, some `me time' with Cal. "Okay son,
Cal, see you both in the morning," Dad responded, with a subtle tone in his
voice, a knowing tone. We climbed the staircase to my floor and into my
room.

The smile that crossed Cal's face was priceless when I said, "Cal, babe, I
think I am ready to be fucked, babe. And, babe, I love you!"



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