This story is a fictional representation of events which to the best of the authors knowledge have never taken place in real life. Any resemblance to real life people or events is purely coincidental so don't try to sue me you'll lose! lol This story may contain explicit sexual content dealing with homosexual activity between two or more males; by reading you certify that you are over the age of majority in your country, not offended by such material, and that it is not illegal to view such material in your current location. The author accepts no responsibility for damages caused by reading or opening this document.
Now with that outta the way... lol
Okay it's been awhile since I wrote anything for Nifty so I'm a bit nervous about posting lol but I started writing this story a year ago and just never got around to finishing it in time for Christmas. This year I've finished the first and 3rd chapters already so I'm putting the story up as a sorta holiday gift to all the people who have written me nice emails and stuff over the past few years. Anyway enough of that, here's Chapter One.
The snow crunched under my feet as the crisp winter air blew some of the snow on the ground to form drifts. It was a positively gorgeous December morning, and as I walked towards the shed to get the snow blower, my heart soared with excitement over the approaching Christmas celebrations. There would be the town Christmas dance, the school Christmas dance, the regular festivities in town, and there would, of course, be Christmas dinner! Christmas was the one time of year that I traded in my lonely, aching 16-year-old heart to relish in the joy of it all; the one time of year that everything bad seemed to be blanketed by the glistening snow and I intended to enjoy this as much or more than the 15 before. It had always been a time of happiness and small miracles for me, but the miracle I would be given this Christmas was one that even I would have doubted.
Clearing out the driveway was my job and had been for the last couple of years. I didn't mind since my mom and Vince had bought a big snow blower. All I really had to do was stand behind it and make sure it didn't run anyone over, and then put it back in the shed afterwards. Of course, the job always started with taking the snow blower out of the large shed that branched off of the driveway. Little did I know as I trudged through the shin-deep snow, that today I wouldn't be doing my chore in the morning. It would have to wait until later in the day.
I reached the shed door watching my steamy breath as it left my mouth and swirled upwards. Taking the handle into my gloved hand, I pushed down on the knob that would pop the latch on the inside of the shed upwards and open the door. I stepped inside and flicked the light on as I walked deeper into the shed. My eyes adjusted quickly to the change in light levels and I was a little more than surprised at what, or who I found sleeping in a pile of old blankets in the shed next to the snow blower. "Oh my God," I said as I dashed over to the body. I pulled the blankets back to find he was wearing only a t-shirt and pair of light track pants, but I could see from the light rise and fall of his rib cage that he was still alive, but he must have been nearly frozen. Even inside the shed, the air was cold. On closer examination, I saw the bruise under his left eye, a cracked lip, and a few other bruises could be seen on his collarbones and neck. There was dried blood on his lip where it had been split open and he looked a real mess.
I smoothed his bangs out of his face, gauging his age to be around the same as mine and wondered what had happened when he sat up straight, his eyes wide in seeming disbelief. "Where am I?" he asked me with a frightened look in his eyes.
"Umm... you're in my shed," I said slowly. "Are you feeling okay? You don't look so sharp."
"Uh," he groaned. "My face hurts."
"It looks sore," I said running my hand gently down the side of his face.
He winced and sat up. "I better get going," he said.
"Going where?" I asked. "What happened?"
"I had a fight with my dad, and now I'm kicked out. I'm headed for the big city cause I gotta find work and a place to stay." He folded his hands and slouched weakly.
"There's a lot of snow outside dude, and you're not dressed too warmly," I said wiggling his t-shirt sleeve between my thumb and forefinger. "You can probably stay here," I said. "I'd have to ask my mom, of course, but I mean it's not like we don't have enough room. As for work, just help me with the farm and we won't have to hire help next spring."
"I don't want to be any trouble," he said looking at my lips.
"It's no trouble," I said. "I know you can at the very least get a change of clothes and a warm meal into you, and my mom's not about to put a person out into the snow on their way to the big city. Come on," I said helping him to his feet. "Let's get you inside and warmed up."
The door slammed itself shut loudly behind us as I stepped into the house. "Hey mom," I called making my way through the house to the kitchen. The boy followed a few paces behind and hung back at the entrance to the kitchen. "Mom," I said as she turned around looking at me, and then our guest.
Her face switched quickly to a look of concern and she hurried past me over to him and immediately began making a huge fuss over him. She sat him at the kitchen table, got a wet washcloth, and began gently dabbing his lip. "You poor dear," she said in the same tone she used with her pride and joy - the dog. "Were you in a fight?"
"Uh.. yeah, I had a fight with my dad, or I guess he had a fight with me. I just sorta tried to run."
"Heavens," mom said with a frown.
"I found him sleeping in the shed," I added. "He was wrapped up in those old horse blankets."
"Horse blankets?!" Mom said looking back to him. She pulled the blanket he had wrapped around himself off and said "Have you got anywhere to stay?"
"No ma'am," he said simply looking over at me.
"Well you'll have to stay with us then," mom concluded.
"I don't want to be any trouble ma'am," he replied quickly.
"What's your name dear?"
"Tyler," he answered. "Tyler Birch."
"Well Tyler, you're not any trouble, and you're welcome to stay as long as you need to. Randy would probably enjoy having another male in the house since he's outnumbered by his sister and I right now," mom said with her little grin winking at me. "Do you want some ice for your face?"
"No thank you ma'am. Heh, I think it got enough ice on it last night with the snow and all," Tyler smiled a brilliant smile up at my mom.
"We need to get you out of those damp clothes. You look like you're about the same size as Randy so we should get you into the shower and you can wear something of Randal's," mom said ushering us toward the hallway that led to my room and the my bathroom.
"Mooom," I groaned at her use of `Randal'.
Tyler looked hurt. "My clothes'll be fine you don't hafta lend-"
"-No I didn't mean it like that," I said quickly. "I just hate when she calls me Randal."
"Oh," he said then gave a little smile.
We reached my room and I opened my closet exposing the preppy clothes that hung neatly organized by color. Tyler covered his mouth with his hand covering his amused smile. "What's so funny?" I said a little offended.
"No, it's just preppy and farm boy don't really go together in a person's head," he said laughing.
It was infectious and I couldn't help but join in when the giggle-bug bit me. "Well pick what you like and I'll show how to pump the water in the bathroom," I responded rolling my eyes at his gleeful laughter. He was actually kinda cute I thought to myself when he turned and started fishing through my clothes. He had that "boy next door" kind of look. His hair was brown and curly and was cut short on the sides, tapering as you followed it downward. On the top it was left to grow longer accentuating its curliness. He had a strong looking neck, like a swimmer, and had a slight cleft in his chin. His lips were pink and sort of full like the guy on those "West Coast" posters that the girls went nuts over, but his most striking feature had to be his eyes. They were a weird sort of cross between blue and green, and when they caught the light they were positively stunning. "This kid probably gets more ass than I toilet seat," I thought and smiled a little wider despite my efforts not to.
"What?" he asked noticing. "You laughing at the outfit?"
"No," I said. "They're my clothes, so unless I dress like a clown..."
"Then what's so amusing?"
"Nothin'... it's just you've only been here for maybe fifteen minutes and I already feel comfortable around you," I said. Tyler smiled. "Well lemme show you how to work the bathroom and how to use the outhouse."
Tyler laughed again and followed.
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Tyler emerged from the bathroom twenty minutes later and found me in the den watching TV. My sister was up now and she immediately started drooling over our new house guest.
"Enjoy your shower?" I asked.
"Yeah," he replied sitting down next to me unsure of what to do next.
"Want another one?" I said with a smirk nodding towards my sister who stood in the room's doorway. She scowled at me and left in a huff.
"She's a cutie but a little young for my taste," he said smiling looking down at his left foot he had pulled up onto his right knee.
"Gotta get on there before the grass does," I said and burst into a fit of laughter.
"Ewww!" Tyler snickered. "That's gross!"
The rest of the day passed rather uneventfully. I cleared out the driveway so mom could leave and Tyler joined me salting the walkway that led from the front door down to the driveway; we spent the rest of the day together joking and talking. I didn't bring up things about his home because I figured since mom had gone out with my sister, we could avoid the awkward subject until later, unless Tyler brought it up himself. I told him about my school, and what it was like living on a farm. Then I told him about how cool it would be to have him around for a bit since I always got outvoted since my mom's x-boyfriend had left. My dad had died when I was young and it left my mom with a farm to run and two kids to raise. She had hired Vince years before and their relationship had slowly developed to the point where they were actually planning marriage, but Vince's mother had taken ill and he had to go back home to California to take care of her. He still visited a few times a year but the rest of the time I was outnumbered.
"So you don't get what?" Tyler asked.
I stared at him blankly for a moment waiting for him to continue but he sat staring blankly right back awaiting my answer. "What do you mean?"
"Well you say you're outnumbered for all the votes," he said. "What do you want that you get outvoted on?"
"Oh," I said looking at our video collection. "Movies," I stated simply. "Stuff like that... Anytime it's something dealing with what movies to watch when it's a Blockbuster night, or what TV show we should watch."
"I get it," Tyler said nodding his head. "So my vote will carry enough weight to overturn your mom and sister?"
"No, yours'll count for one vote. Mine'll be the two," I said with a wink and a smile.
"Heh.. works for me!"
There's chapter one, hope you enjoyed it! All comments & suggestions are gratefully received. Send emails to firstname.lastname@example.org. Chapter Two should be ready in a couple days :-)