Date: Wed, 26 Nov 2003 05:24:42 GMT From: tim.0310@juno.com Subject: Allen Part 5 Hello everyone. This is still my first attempt at writing this type of story, and your e-mail is still greatly appreciated. Please note though, I will be out of town for Thanksgiving. I will be back on Saturday so please understand if I do not respond to my e-mail as promptly as I normally do. Also I hope everyone out there has a very happy Thanksgiving. This story is still protected by copyright laws. (but then, you already knew that, didn't you?) Please do not copy for distribution or post to other sites without the author's permission. And finally, this story is totally fictional dudes and dudettes. Any similarities to any persons or events are 100% coincidental. Okay, maybe 99.99% but that's as low as I'll go. This story also depicts sexual situations between young males. (Oh my! He didn't say may.) If this type of story offends you, then what exactly do you do for fun? Just kidding. It has come to the author's attention that his story is being read by both male and female readers and we have arrived at the part I have been promising. As a solution, when we get to the juicy parts it will be preceded by a line of asterisks like this,*********. Then I will write the entire scene and follow it with another line of asterisks like this*********. That way if you do not want to read that scene, just skip over the part between asterisks. Enough instructions, now here we go! Allen - by tim Part 5 "Rusty!" yelled Emily, from the hallway. "Time to get up and get ready for school honey." "Huh, uh, uh" moaned Rusty, still half asleep. "Yeah, time to get up and get ready for school honey." mimicked Allen from the other bed. "What!" exclaimed Rusty as he suddenly sat upright in bed. He looked over and started to blush as he realized he had momentarily forgot he had a new roommate. "Don't you worry pal," said Rusty "I'll remember all these little remarks." "Ohh, I'm not afraid of you." replied Allen. "Besides, I know you like me too much to hurt me." Then Allen pointed at his friends morning wood, which was tenting the bed covers. "Or is it just time to pee?" Allen said as he laughed as hard as he could in his condition. An extremely embarrassed Rusty jumped out of bed and ran for the bathroom yelling, "Just you wait, my friend." Rusty wasn't mad at Allen, that was just the way they kidded each other all the time. When he returned from taking care of business, Rusty began dressing for school and said to Allen, "If you want breakfast this morning you better get up and get downstairs. Mom only cooks breakfast once a day." As soon as Allen had dressed both boys went downstairs for breakfast. They joined Mike at the table. "Morning mom, dad." said Rusty, in a non-enthusiastic voice. "Morning Mr. And Mrs. Cooper." said Allen, in a somewhat brighter tone. "Morning boys." said Mike, as he set down his paper. "You better hurry Rusty you don't want to be late for school, do you?" While munching a mouthful of cereal Rusty contemplated answering, Gee yeah dad! Can I? He finally decided on answering "Okay dad." Mike then turned his attention to Allen and said, "And Allen, I need to talk to you before I go to work this morning." "Okay." Allen said somberly, as he realized the seriousness in Mike's tone. As soon as Rusty left for school, Allen joined Mike in the living room. "I just wanted to ask you if you would talk to a police investigator when I come home this afternoon?" asked Mike. "You don't have to worry, he's a friend of mine. He'll treat you really good." "A policeman!" exclaimed a worried Allen. "Why?" "He'll just want you to file a complaint against Calvin." said Mike in gentle, reassuring tone. "That way we can have him picked up, and charged with assault." "Noooo!" moaned a now panicked Allen. "You don't understand Mr. Cooper! I don't want Calvin to go to jail!" "But son" Mike said "this is for his own good. He's not going to go to a real jail. They will put him someplace where they can help him learn to control his violent temper." "Noooo!" cried out a now sobbing Allen. "I've heard about those places. They're just as bad as jail. Some are even worse." "Come on now Allen" pleaded Mike "be reasonable. We're only trying to do what is best." Now Allen was getting very upset as he exclaimed "NO! You're not being fair. Someplace like you want to send Calvin would destroy him. I know he hurt me, I don't need to be reminded of that! But I don't want to hurt him back. I know that wasn't really Calvin that attacked me. That was someone inside him that I've never seen before. I know the real Calvin is sorry about what he did, and he'll beg me to forgive him someday, but not if I destroy who he really is." "Please give it some thought when you calm down some, okay Allen?" asked Mike. "I've already thought about it and the answer is NO!" exclaimed Allen. "You can't force me to file a complaint against him, and if you try to force me to testify in court I'll tell everyone I slipped on a bar of soap in the bathtub!" "Oh my," gasped Mike, "you still have feelings for him, don't you?" "I don't know if I do or not." said Allen. "But I know I don't want to hurt him. Now please, don't bring this up again." Mike got up and shook his head as he left the room. He knew if Allen didn't want to co-operate there wasn't much they could do. It would be a waste of time to even pick Calvin up. Rusty got to school in time to say hello to some of his friends before classes started. He wasn't too worried about anything yet, his first class with Calvin wasn't until second period English. On his way to his locker before first period History though, he just caught a glimpse of Calvin going around a corner. "That bastard was actually smiling!" Rusty screamed silently to himself. Now Rusty was pissed, and he was going to be pissed at least until second period. Calvin was sitting on his desk before his second period English class when he saw a very pissed off Rusty walk through the door. Calvin casually asked, "Wassup Rusty?" Rusty walked around by Calvin's desk and screamed "Don't you dare wassup me you miserable little bastard!" By now the entire class had their attention focused on the two boys. "Whoa, Russ!" said Calvin. "Chill out dude. You're gonna have yourself a stroke or something." Long past having any sense of control left, Rusty screamed "Don't tell me to chill out you back-stabbing, slime-sucking, two-toed, piece of shit, son of a bitch!" With that remark the entire class burst out in cheers and applause and Rusty was glaring at Calvin with a look so deadly, it could have killed an elephant. "Ohh, I know what this is about." Calvin remarked, casually. "This is about that thing with Allen." "ARRRGH!!!" screamed Rusty with a growl that would have stopped a lion in it's tracks. And with that, he began to lunge at Calvin with all his force. Just as Mr. Knudson, the teacher, was entering the class one of Rusty's friends grabbed Rusty and held him back. "Wait Russ." whispered Chris, the friend who had held him back. "Save it for after school. He ain't going nowhere. Rusty glared back at Calvin while he and Chris scrambled to their seats. "What in the name of Mary is going on in here!" bellowed Mr. Knudson. "From outside the door it sounded like a riot!" Not one student made a peep. "Oh, okay then." said the teacher. "I guess everyone has suddenly been infected with a strange form of laryngitis. That's it then! Pop quiz time!" The entire class let out a groan then glared at Calvin. It was one of the longest and most uncomfortable English classes ever for Calvin. He had already decided on a target for his little plan and was happy that Ricky was not in this classroom now. At the end of class all the students began filing out except Chris, who instead went around by Calvin's desk. "Rusty told me to tell you, after school, around the east side of the building." said Chris. He then filed out of the room with the rest of the class. "Oh great." moaned Calvin to himself. "This is all I need today." The rest of the day was going a little better for Calvin. It seemed that quite a few kids had already heard about the excitement in second period English though, as occassionally groups would stop whispering suddenly when Calvin passed nearby. Finally Calvin walked into his fifth period Algebra class and scanned the room. Sure enough, same as usual, in one corner sat Ricky Mackenzie with almost no one sittng too close. Calvin casually strode down the aisle towards Ricky's lonely corner. It's not that Ricky was a bad person, he tried to be as genuinely nice as he could be to everyone. The problem is Ricky was a known homosexual and no one wanted to risk being seen too close to him, until today. Ricky gulped as he saw Calvin come down the aisle towards him. Had he finally been caught staring at Calvin with that silly look of admiration on his face. He tried to be as discrete as possible, but for some reason he just couldn't help himself. Also, there was a rumor floating around today that Calvin might somehow be involved in Allen's absence from school. Ricky was visibly shaking as Calvin came up and sat right next to him. " Oh no!" thought Ricky to himself, "What do I do now?" "Hey there dude" said Calvin. "Whatcha look so nervous for? I ain't gonna hurt you, I promise." "W-w-what do you want?" stammered Ricky. "I just wanted to get to know you a little better dude." replied Calvin, smoothly. "You look so lonely, sitting over here by yourself all the time. Wouldn't you like a little company?" "Oh my god!" Ricky thought to himself. "Are my wildest fantasies getting ready to come true?" Ricky was suddenly brought out of his thoughts. "Ricky?" said Calvin. "What do you say dude? Is there a chance we could get together sometime soon and hang out?" Ricky couldn't believe this as he heard himself saying, "Yeah, I guess. My parents will be out late tonight at their Bridge club thing." "Great!" was the eager reply from Calvin. "Give me your number and I'll call you around 5:00, okay dude? Who knows maybe we can even have a little fun!" "OH- MY- GOD!!!" thought Ricky, as he almost shot off in his pants. Ricky thought this was way too good to be true, but he was going to have some fun while it lasted. Calvin could really care less what the other kids thought about him sitting so close to Ricky, and talking to him. If they had a problem with it, let them come up and say something if they have the guts. Calvin and Ricky continued talking until the teacher showed up for class about halfway through, which was not unusual from time to time for this teacher. The rest of the day went well for Calvin. He did have one more class with Rusty, but Rusty refused to even acknowledge his exsistence. He also saw Ricky in the hallway between the last two periods. Poor fool looked completely oblivious to the entire world. Calvin felt kind of bad that he was going to use the poor little guy like this, but something had to be done and this was the best he could come up with. Now the day was almost over and the only thing left to deal with was this unpleasantness with Rusty. He decided though that Rusty may feel he has a right to be pissed off, seeing how him and Allen are best friends. He decided whatever happens, he's not going to lose his temper and hit Rusty, that wouldn't be good for him to do at all. Rusty was also thinking about after school. He was kind of glad for the intervention this morning, after all getting expelled for fighting might have severely bad side-effects. He knew he had to control his rage because he could never take Calvin in a head to head fistfight. But he was determined to make sure Calvin knew that on this day, his list of friends had been seriously depleted. After school had ended Rusty went to where he was to meet Calvin. " Okay," said Rusty softly, "where is Mr. Calvin Myshitdontstink Wilson?" "Rusty," said Calvin cautiously, as he came up to the other boy. "Let's talk about this like adults. I mean, you haven't even heard my side of the story yet." "Okay" Rusty said, "so much for self control." With that Rusty charged Calvin with every bit of energy he could muster. The collision knocked the unprepared Calvin back about ten feet on his butt. Calvin got up cautiously and dusted himself off. "O-kay." said Calvin. "You get one for free and that was it. The next time it's gonna cost you." "That's okay" sneered Rusty, "I just wanted to knock the great Calvin Wilson on his ass one time so he would know what it feels like!" "You don't think I know what it feels like to get knocked on my ass pal!" screamed Calvin. "That shows exactly how much you know about me! What do you think about an eight year old child who goes crying to his daddy because he misses his mommy only to have his daddy say, get the hell away from me you little prick, POW! The child gets knocked down so hard that he hurts for a month. Go ahead and call me a son of a bitch Rusty, it doesn't hurt. You know why? Cause my mom left us on my eighth birthday to run off with some sleazy con-artist. Yeah that's right Mr. Know-it-all, she left one sleazebag to run off with another sleazbag and didn't even take time to say good-bye to her eight year old boy. Did you know that until I started getting good at boxing I got hit every night my old man came home drunk, which was almost every night? But my older brother never got hit though, because he was out with my old man almost every night getting drunk." At this point Calvin was using every bit of his willpower to keep from crying. "Do you know what my dad would do to me if thought I was gay?" continued Calvin. "He would slit my throat in my sleep, and that's no exaggeration pal! That's why I can't be that way. Not in a million years buddy. God, why did Allen have to do that? I would give anything to take Friday back and just never show up at his house at all. Why did he have to pick me? And now you think I hate Allen. That is so far from the truth. Anyone who can afford to be gay would be lucky to have him, but that can never be me. Why couldn't you have been polishing his knob for him? That way he wouldn't have give a damn about me. I can't even believe I would be worth that much to anyone, much less another boy. You don't have to worry about me darkening your life anymore though. If you guys want nothing else to do with me, that's fine!" With that Calvin ran off as fast as he possibly could. Rusty just stood there open-mouthed in complete shock. Then finally he shook his head and said "Wow! Now I feel like shit, don't I?" Calvin ran almost all the way home. He did have to stop about a block from his house and make sure no one could detect that he had been crying, just in case. When he got to his driveway though he could see his dad's car was gone. Calvin looked up to the sky and said "Thank you God for at least one small miracle." He then went in to his bedroom, fell down across his bed and thought to himself, "this day just keeps getting better and better!" Then Calvin began smiling for the first time since school got out. Calvin knew he had at least one more chance to save this day. So Calvin got up and nervously began getting ready. What Calvin didn't know was, this was one last chance to save his life. "Hello sweety." said Emily, as Rusty came into the house. "How was school today?" "Same ol' boring routine." said Rusty as he quickly made his way toward his bedroom. "Oh-Oh!" thought Allen. "Something's not quite right." Allen thought he might want to give Rusty a little time to relax before he goes to find out though. Rusty fell down across his bed and wondered, how could god let so many people get so screwed up. He then began sobbing softly as he thought back on the days events. It was now 5:00 and Ricky was nervously waiting for the phone to ring. He kept saying over and over to himself "Please let this be real, please let this be real." Suddenly his thoughts were interrupted by the phone and his heart jumped up into his throat. He very shakily picked up the phone and croaked out "Hello?" "Hey Ricky." replied a cheerful sounding Calvin. "Dude, you sound like you were expecting the boogey man or something." That voice suddenly put Ricky at ease because he now knew it was real. "I was just a little nervous," said Ricky "But I'm okay now." "Good, glad to hear that buddy." said Calvin. "Are we still on for tonight dude?" "Oh yeah!" said Ricky eagerly. "The rents are gone and won't be back until late." "All right!" cheered Calvin. "I'll be over in about fifteen minutes, okay? Hey dude, don't do anything until I get there, just in case!" "Okay man, I won't." said Ricky excitedly. Ricky just couldn't believe this. The hottest looking boy he had ever seen was on his way over to be with him! He was so excited he almost dropped the phone as he was hanging it back up. Then, he began pacing the floor back and forth. Fortunately the fifteen minutes passed quickly, or he would have worn an unexplainable path in his parents carpet. When the doorbell rang though, Ricky almost passed out. As he made his way to the door, he felt as though he were moving in slow motion. No one has ever affected Ricky this way before. Ricky slowly opened the door and standing there before him, with the most beautiful smile he had ever seen, was: THE SWAMP MONSTER FROM PLANET Z No, just kidding folks. It was Calvin. "Hey dude." said Calvin in a cute, boyish tone. "How ya doin'?" Ricky swallowed hard and said " Great! I'm so glad you could make it over today." Calvin replied "I wouldn't have missed this opportunity for anything. What do you say we sit down on the couch for a moment?" "Sure!" exclaimed Ricky, with the largest grin ever found on a 15 year old boy. So Calvin and Ricky went over to the couch. First Ricky sat down rather nervously, then Calvin sat down with his leg right up against Ricky's and threw his arm around Ricky's shoulder. "There," said Calvin "are we comfy?" A barely coherent Ricky said "Ohh yeahh!" even though he was sure Calvin was trying to make him shoot before they even did anything. Then Calvin threw his left arm across, resting it on Ricky's stomach and asked "I wonder how come we never got together like this before?" Ricky wondered, how should I tell him it's because I was always afraid to the point of cardiac arrest to approach him. He finally settled on "I don't know, I've been watching you for ages." Oh god!, Ricky thought to himself. That's going to sound creepy. "I know," lied Calvin. "I've been watching you for a while now too." Then Ricky got a little brave, and brought his hand over to lay on Calvin's thigh. Once there, he began rubbing up and down on Calvin's thigh and breathed into Calvin's ear "I hope I can make you happy. How does this feel?" "That's perfect." said Calvin. "I know you'll make me very happy." After a few moments Calvin added, "Would you like to do something even more fun?" At that moment Ricky died, then came back to life, then died, then came back to life again and replied "S-sure. You want to go to my.........bedroom?" "To be honest with you," said Calvin "that's exactly why I came over." The boys then went to Ricky's bedroom, although Ricky was not sure he was going to make it that far. Once inside the bedroom, Calvin said "I would love for you to get down on your knees in front of me." (Okay, so he's not Valentino.) *********************************************************************************************** Ricky was immediately drawn to the floor, on his knees. Once there Calvin unbuckled his belt, then gently pushed his pants and shorts down to the floor. Suddenly Ricky was face to face with the most beautiful 7 and 1/2 inches of flesh he had ever seen in his life. "Oh Calvin" moaned Ricky, "I have to have you now!" With that, Ricky covered the head of Calvin's dick with his lips, at first just content with swirling his tongue around the sweet tasting head. Then Ricky began slowly going up and down on the shaft. He knew that he could not hold out, and would be cumming before he could finish Calvin, but he didn't care. This was all Ricky wanted, and he knew he would be content. On the other hand Calvin was now in a state of horror. Much to his amazement, he loved the feel of his dick inside Ricky's warm, sweet mouth. He knew he should pull out and run, but once Ricky started going up and down the shaft, Calvin lost the physical ability to move. All he could do was moan over and over, "Oh Ricky, Oh Ricky." Ricky now picked up the pace a bit. He took Calvin's moans as moans of encouragement. Ricky never felt anything as hot and sweet in his mouth as he was feeling now. He wanted nothing more than to bring Calvin to climax and taste his nectar running down his throat. And that moment was rapidly approaching. Calvin's moans had changed to Oh, Oh, Oh, and then to Oh God, Oh God, Oh God. Then Ricky felt and tasted what he had dreamed of forever when Calvin's cum blasted the back of his throat. Ricky knew he had to catch every drop. At the same time Ricky was blasting his sperm all over the floor without even touching his dick. And then Calvin's senses returned to him. *********************************************************************************************** As Calvin recovered from his climax and realized how he truly felt about what happened, he screamed "OH GOD! What have I done?" Calvin quickly pulled up his pants and ran from the room and the house, crying profusely. Ricky went running after his new friend shouting "Calvin! Wait! What's wrong?" But when Ricky got to the front door Calvin had already disappeared. Calvin ran, and ran, and ran, trying to escape from the feelings that were trying to destroy him. After running for about an hour, he realized he could not do that, so he began walking. Calvin did not even know where he was going but at that point he did not care. His crying continued as he walked in a daze several hours. Then Calvin found himself walking in a park where he decided to sit and cry, and also to decide if his life was even worth continuing. Tom DeBarry was a boxing coach at a local gym. He loved to go out every evening between 10 and 11:00 to a local park and walk. This helped him clear his mind and wake up refreshed and ready for the next day. Sometimes he really needed to be ready for the next day because amongst the boxers he coached was someone he thought was special. Someone who could go all the way if his father didn't destroy him first, or if he didn't destroy himself. Tom always needed to be ready to deal with this boy. As Tom approached a bench under a tree he heard the most agonized wailing he had ever heard in his life. As he got closer he could see a form. The form started to look like......"no, it couldn't be!" he thought. He walked up to the boy, who sounded like he was being tormented, and said "Calvin?" "C-c-coach" said Calvin, unable to stop crying. "Coach, please go away. I don't want anyone to see me now." Tom walked closer and said "I can't go away son. I'm looking at someone I care about greatly, who looks like he's at the end of his line." "Please coach!" begged Calvin, "Go away and let me put an end to this!" Tom went to the bench and sat close to Calvin, then said "No son. I cannot walk away from someone I care about as much as you. Please son, I'm begging you. Let me in, and let me help." Calvin threw his arms around the coach and buried his head in Tom's shoulder. He then wailed "No one can help me coach! I can't take anymore!" At that point his crying became hysterical and uncontrollable. Tom gently patted Calvin's back and in a comforting voice said "You don't have to take it anymore Calvin. I'm not going to let that bastard who calls himself your father anywhere near you any more." "You don't even know why he hates me coach!" cried Calvin. "Yes I do son." responded Tom. "He hates you beacause you're better that him. He hates you because you can actually do something with the gifts you have. And he hates you because......Calvin, are you gay?" Calvin bawled like he hadn't since he was a baby. Then his body went limp and heaved with sobs. And then Tom picked up his strong, almost invinceable champion and carried him to his car like a sleeping child. Okay folks, time to stop for now. The abuse Calvin suffered was based loosely on a close friend of mine. Unlike Calvin though, my friend did not get the help he needed and ended up killing his abusive father. I hope to be able to get part 6 out by the end of the weekend or early next week. I promise you the story will begin to lighten up a bit ...tim