By Jason

This story is completely fictional. Any similarities to any persons or events, past or present are purely coincidental. This story may contain scenes which involve sexual situations between young males. If this type of material is offensive to you, or it is not legal for you to be reading this type of material, please do not read any further. This story is copyright © 2006 by Jason. Please do not copy this story for distribution or post on any online server without the author's permission. Please send all your comments to:, or You can also visit my site at: Thanks and enjoy the story.

Chapter 7

Silence. It's that one moment where so many things can occur. In this case however; nothing happened. The door remained open, Mr. Hayes remained standing within it, and Vivian and her partner still stood before Mr. Hayes waiting for a response. The silence didn't last, as is usually the case.

"Yeah? What about him? What's the little shit gotten into now?" Paul's father asked loudly.

"Sir, may we take this inside? I don't think you wish to let the whole neighborhood hear about this," Vivian stated, looking around and noticing a few of Paul's father's neighbors now watching the scene as it unfolded. Mr. Hayes must have noticed the neighbors as well, and even in the drunken condition he was obviously in, stepped aside to allow Vivian and Jerry in.

While Vivian and Jerry were led by Paul's father into the house, they were able to take a quick peek at the general condition of the inside of the home. Calling it a pig sty would be an insult to pigs. In the living room, which was just to the right of the entrance way, was a small television which sat upon a cardboard box which had obviously seen better days. Dirty laundry was strewn about the room, as were the multitude of beer cans and wine bottles. Across from the television was a three-seater couch, which surprisingly enough, actually looked to be in fairly good condition. The lazy-boy chair that was beside the couch on the other hand, was kept together by multiple strips of duct tape. On the coffee table in front of the couch was an ash tray which was in desperate need of emptying. Newspapers were simply discarded on top of the coffee table as well, most of the flyers that were contained within, now making up a very disorganized mess.

Paul's father led them into the kitchen which was just past the living room and went to the fridge pulling out a bottle of beer, opening it, and taking a long gulping drink from it. The kitchen itself was any sane person's worst nightmare. A chef would literally faint from the site alone, not taking into consideration the rotting smell emanating from the sink where a massive pile of dirty dishes and pots and pans sat. The kitchen table, surprisingly, was devoid of anything on it except for another overflowing ashtray. After taking his drink, Paul's father looked at the two officers standing in the kitchen.

"Well? Out with it! That little shit is always making trouble so spit it out," Paul's father demanded.

"Very well Mr. Hayes," Vivian spoke up. "We'll do this your way. Mr. Hayes, a complaint has been made against your son by a student from his school. We need to know where your son is."

"Yeah well, I don't know nothin' about what he's been up to. Couldn't care less as it is. Besides, he never tells me where he's going or where he's been. I don't expect him to start anytime soon either. So you just go do what ever it is you have to do and leave me alone. You want him? Fine. Go find him. Best of luck to you." With that last comment, Paul's father started to make his way to the living room past Vivian and Jerry. Jerry wasn't about to let things slide that easily.

"Listen here mister," Jerry said, grabbing a hold of Paul's father's arm.

"Don't you freakin' touch me you damn faggot," Paul's father demanded, jerking his arm loose from Jerry's grasp. "You want him, go get him! But I want you two outta my house. Now!"

"Very well Mr. Hayes, we will be going. However, you can be certain that we will be back with your son. And then we'll sit down and have a nice chat," Jerry said, his voice taking on a sarcastic tone which both Jerry and Vivian were certain was not lost on Paul's father, despite his drunken condition.

"Whatever," Paul's father replied, and with that he sat down on the couch in the living room, grabbed the remote for the television which was on the coffee table and turned it on. Vivian and Jerry left, both looking at each other, knowing that another visit to Mr. Hayes was something that they looked forward to, Vivian especiall, as a wicked grin began to form on her face.

* * *

I don't know how long I was asleep for, but when I woke up, I noticed that Jon was still beside me, asleep and snoring softly. My arm was still draped over his chest, and my head was still tucked comfortably in the crook of his arm. I felt so comfortable and at peace with him beside me. I couldn't believe that after all that I had told him, his mother, and my parents, that they still loved me, that they still wanted to be in my life. I was as happy then, as I hadn't been before. I knew at that moment, that no matter what, Jon would always be by my side. I also knew that I couldn't help but feel the same towards him, that if anything ever happened to him, I would always be there for him. I smiled and raised my head, then gently placed a kiss on his cheek. "I love you Jon," I whispered into his ear.

A smile appeared on his face, and his body shifted so that he was on his side, facing me. I continued to stare at him as I began to softly rub his arm. His eyes opened, revealing the love he felt for me. His smile remained, as he reached over with his arm and started to rubbing the side of my ribs with his hand. I'm really ticklish, and his hand rubbing against my ribs began to tickle. I wasn't going to move however. Anytime Jon touched me was magical, and I just lay there, motionless, enjoying the feeling of Jon gently touching me. Tears began to well up in my eyes as I continued to look at him. He stopped rubbing my side, and brought his hand up to my cheek, softly caressing it.

"I love you Jay," he whispered to me. The dam burst and the tears escaped from my eyes. The love I felt for him and from him was so strong. "Shhhhh, I'm here Jay. I'm not going to leave you," he said to me, pulling me close to him, letting me bury my face against his shoulder. He kept holding me as I wept, telling me everything would be okay, and how he would always be there for me.

Eventually the tears stopped. I looked up at him, my face wet from the tears which had escaped. "Thank you Jon," I told him. "You mean so much to me. I love you so much. How, though? How can you still love me knowing what happened? I feel so ashamed. I should have been able to do something to stop him, but I didn't. I'm just a little coward. I don't deserve you."

"Hey!" Jon admonished. "Let's hear none of that! Listen to me baby. I love you, and I always will. You're not a coward. You hear me? You are one of the strongest people I know. You know Paul's nothing but a rotten, low down jerk. He's the coward baby. He's the one who had to get his jollies by hurting you. And on top of that, you had the courage to tell me, your family, my mother, and Vivian about what happened to you. I could never think of you as being weak baby. I only wish I could have been there with you so this wouldn't have happened. Maybe if I was it wouldn't have, and this weekend could have been really special."

Now it was my turn to comfort him. I had been hurting so much, that I hadn't been able to think about how this might have affected Jon. "Oh God baby, please don't think like that. It's not your fault. You've told me and so has everyone else that it wasn't my fault. I'm trying to accept that, though it's hard. You need to hear it too. It's not your fault. We can't be together twenty-four hours a day baby. We each have things we need to do, and sometimes those things require that we be apart. As much as I can't stand to be away from you, I'm not so naive that I think it's possible to be near each other constantly. Also, this weekend is special Jon. I'm with you. Here and now. I love you so much Jon."

We came together at that moment. The love we felt overwhelming both our senses. Our two bodies responding to the other's touch as our hands caressed and touched every inch of each other. Our lips soon met, beginning a kiss which served to prove our love for each other. I could feel his hard cock rubbing against the side of my leg, the gentle rocking motion which we had begun making it throb as it moved back and forth along my skin. My own cock was throbbing as well, pressed between our bodies.

I could feel his lips part, inviting my tongue to explore the warm confines of his mouth, which I eagerly accepted. My tongue inched passed his lips and teeth and met his tongue. Our tongues touching this way made me harder than I've ever been before and I caressed his tongue with mine, sliding them together much in the same way as our bodies were. I was lost in my love for Jon, my body responding of its own accord. I had no control over it, and at that moment I don't think I wanted to stop, even if I could.

The passion which we both felt, bottled up for so long, now was finally let loose. I could feel myself getting closer to climax, the throbbing in Jon's member telling me he was close also. All I could feel was the need for release, to let out all the love I had for Jon. We kissed, our bodies rocking back and forth against each other with an ever increasing urgency, moans of pleasure escaping from our mouths.

Then, all of a sudden, Jon moved his lips away from mine, his mouth wide open and moaning loudly as his body began to shake, a powerful orgasm coursing through his body as he came hard between us, his cum shooting between our bodies. I couldn't hold back anymore, moaning out loud as I came with him, releasing shot after shot of cum from my cock until I was finally and utterly spent, leaving me collapsed against him, and gasping for air.

Our bodies still pressed tightly together, I kissed Jon again, a gentle loving kiss on his lips this time. When it was over, I rested my head against his chest. "I love you Jon," I told him.

He kissed the top of my head. "I love you too Jay," he replied.

* * *

Paul Hayes was not having a good day. It was day two of his suspension, and he was bored. Needing something to do, he had gone to the local variety store where he encountered several little boys who were about nine years of age. They had just come out of the store with a couple bags of goodies which they promptly began to tear into as most little kids do. Seeing an opportunity to get a free snack, he approached them and snatched the bags away from them, pushing two of them to the ground while laughing at them. One of the boys, ran into the store and emerged a short time later with an older, and much larger teen boy who was about sixteen or seventeen years of age. Upon seeing Paul standing there with the bag of candy he promptly placed a well sized fist into Paul's face, knocking him to the ground. The older teen then took the bags back from Paul and handed them to the younger boys.

The two young boys who Paul had pushed down were now standing behind the older teen. Their tear streaked faces staring at him with tiny little smirks as if to tell him that he had picked on the wrong kids.

"I know you. You're that Paul character. The big bad bully. Always picking on the kids in the neighborhood aren't ya? Well listen good bud! If I ever hear of you within a hundred feet of my brothers I'm going to put you in the hospital, but good! We understandin' one 'nother?" The older teen sneered.

Paul knew he couldn't do a thing against this older teen so he simply got up and took off like a shot. Once he had put what he considered to be a safe distance between him and the older teen, he stopped running, standing there bent forward with his hands on his knees to try and catch his breath.

It was all that Jason's fault! Paul told himself. He smiled then, despite the pain of the bruise that was forming under his left eye, thinking about the payback that that he had already begun on Thursday. It was so much fun to really do to him what he wanted and he couldn't wait for another opportunity. Maybe next time, he would get from Jason what he really wanted. The little faggot liked cock did he, Paul thought, I'll just have to give him what he loves, whether he wants it or not.

His mood beginning to lighten as he thought of what he would do the next time he ran into Jason. Making his way back to his home he looked into the driveway and saw his father's car parked there.

"Shit!" he muttered to himself, his good mood vanishing instantly. "Asshole's home." He didn't really want to go home when his father was there, but he had to get changed after that teen had knocked him down, and to look at his face to see how big the bruise was. Though from what he could feel, it had to be a large one. Hoping against all odds that he could sneak into the house without his father knowing, Paul made his way around the back of the house to the window where his room was.

He never locked his window, for situations just like this. It wasn't a good idea to be home alone when his father was home. The quieter he was, the better the chance that his father wouldn't be aware of him entering the house. Locating the wood box that he had long ago hid behind the leafy bush below his window, he placed it where he could stand on it to easily get the window open and to climb inside.

"Paul Mathew Hayes!" a booming voice bellowed just as Paul was about to climb through the window. Slipping off the box and falling to the ground Paul turned to see his father standing there, angrier than he had ever seen him before. "Answer me boy! What in the hell've you gotten yourself into you little shit?" he demanded as he reached down to lift Paul up from the ground, and by the collar of Paul's shirt dragged him into the house through the back door and into the living room.

"Dad, I don't know what you mean?" Paul tried, as his father let him go on the floor by the coffee table. He pulled himself up into a sitting position, but didn't dare stand up.

"Don't you be thinkin' of talking back to me you God damn little prick!" Paul's father yelled as he aimed a kick into Paul's stomach with enough force to knock all the breath out of him. But he didn't pull his foot away, instead Paul's father kept pressing his foot against Paul's stomach making it almost impossible for him to breathe at all. "I'll tell you what you've been up to. You've been causing some more shit at school haven't you? Yeah, I know. I had a friendly visit from two pigs today. Looking for you!" he spat, finally releasing his foot from Paul's stomach.

Paul put a hand to his stomach and gasped for air. The lack of air had made him dizzy and he slumped over onto his side, still holding his stomach.

"Well? Got nothin' to say 'bout yourself boy?" Paul's father asked with a sneer.

"I didn't do nothin' Dad! I swear!." Paul managed to gasp out.

"Bullshit!" Paul's father screamed at him. The pigs were here and said someone had filed a complaint against you! Now what'd you do you little shit? You're gonna tell me or I'm going to beat it out of you till you do." To emphasize this Paul's father aimed another kick, this time hitting the side of Paul's leg causing him to scream in pain as he curled into a little ball, whimpering. "You're nothin' but a little sissy boy! Ain't ya? Gonna teach you to stay outta trouble!" With that, Paul's father grabbed Paul by the collar of his shirt and dragged him up the stairs. He then pushed Paul towards his bedroom and onto his bed where he landed on his stomach, his legs hanging over the edge. "Gonna tan your hide good boy!" Paul's father told him.

Paul looked at his father in fear, he knew what this meant.

* * *

Jon and I made our way down stairs. Jon's mother and my parents were sitting in the living room watching the television. I couldn't tell you what it was about as I didn't follow adult programming. I really couldn't understand my parent's fascination with something called the news. I'm sure that if I watched it I would fall asleep. Something I also noticed when Jon and I came down the stairs was that the clocks in the house showed it was early morning. Jon and I slept the whole night away, except for the time Jon and I shared earlier when we woke up. I was still feeling the effects of it. It was what could only be described as heavenly.

Looking over at Jon as we made our way into the living room I could see the same look on his face. He was positively glowing. I held his hand as we sat down in the only empty couch in the living room. How ironic, I thought, that the empty couch was in fact a love seat.

No one said anything for a while, or at least I didn't hear anyone talking. All my attention was on Jon as I sat there holding his hand and leaning up against his side with my other arm hugging him close to me. Jon's mother was the first to speak.

"Well Karen, looks like our two love birds are awake and still attached at the hip," Jon's mother said, her warm smile lighting up her face.

"You're right Sarah. You think we'll need to call the fire department to pull those two apart?" my mother responded.

"Oh would you two knock it off?" my father snickered softly. "Why don't you just tell them what you've had cooking in the kitchen for the past half hour and I bet they'll..." He never got to finish the sentence as Jon and I raced towards the kitchen, the sounds of laughter following us from the living room. The laughter continued as my parent's and Jon's mother came into the kitchen.

I was sitting at the table with Jon when they came in and my mother leaned over me and wrapped her arms around me giving me a kiss on the top of my head. "Good morning Jason. I'm so glad to see you up and feeling better this morning," she said to me. When she released me my father put his hand on my shoulder.

"How are you feeling this morning son? We heard some noise upstairs this morning," he asked.

Both Jon and I blushed at hearing that our activities earlier were heard by my parents which caused another round of laughter.

"Aw, come on," my father said, noticing the discomfort that Jon and I were feeling. "We know that you two love each other, and that things are most likely going to happen. But Jason, are you ready for that kind of activity? After what happened it would only be a normal thing if you were uncomfortable with it."

Jon and I looked at each other. "Dad...." I started.

"No Jason, I don't need to hear about it. If you are comfortable being together like that I'm happy for you. Just remember to both treat each other with respect and to not do anything to pressure each other into doing something that one of you doesn't want to," my father interrupted, holding up his hand to stop me from saying anything else.

"Mr. Finn. I would never do anything to hurt Jason, or make him do something he didn't like. I love him. Everything that happened... happened because we both wanted it, and because it was so beautiful," Jon said.

"Yeah Dad, I mean, it just happened. We didn't have sex, though, if that's what you are thinking. I don't know if I'm ready for that yet," I told my father.

"Well it's good to see that you two are taking your time and getting to know each other before rushing into something," my mother spoke up.

"Alight, alright! Enough of this talk, who's up for breakfast?" Jon's mother asked. The conversation forgotten instantly, both Jon and I looked up at her and smiled. "Well then, get your butts off those chairs and get some plates and help yourself to the waffles. Jon, show Jason where everything is."

After getting everything we needed, Jon and I sat back down at the table, both of us with enough waffles to feed an army on our plates. Or at least that's what my parents said it looked like. Honestly, I only took four waffles and put some butter on each one topping each with some home-made strawberry jam which was very good. It was then that I forgot that I hadn't eaten anything since the previous night. No wonder I was so hungry. I guess Jon didn't get much to eat that night either as he was stuffing his stomach just as fast as I was. Our parents just sat there and watched us eat. By the looks on their faces you would have sworn they'd never seen someone eat before.

"Well, I take it you boys were hungry," Jon's mother said when we had finished. Both of us had about six waffles each, and that's not including the jam and the orange juice that we had with them.

"Yeah Ms. Fisher," I said, covering up my mouth to contain a small burp. "I forgot I didn't have much to eat last night because of, know." I finished, looking at Jon and taking a hold of his hand.

"Oh, that's right. I'm sorry Jason. I'll see if I can scrounge something good for lunch today. Why don't we make it a picnic?" Jon's mother suggested.

My parents enthusiastically agreed to the picnic and Jon and I decided that it would be a good way to get out and get our minds off of things, which was probably what Jon's mother had in mind the whole time.

"You boys run up stairs and take a shower. We'll leave in a couple hours. I know just the spot to have the picnic too," Jon's mother said, already taking things out of the fridge with my mother along side her.

I did feel a little grimy, especially after what Jon and I did in his bedroom earlier. Getting up from the table, I gathered my dishes and placed them in the sink the same as Jon did then the two of us, holding hands, went back up the stairs and headed for his bed room. Inside, Jon closed his door and gathered me into his arms. We stood there embracing each other for who knows how long. It always felt good to be in his arms and this time was no different. I felt so safe and loved whenever we hugged like this.

Moving my head a little I looked at him as he did me, those wonderful eyes letting me peer deep inside him; showing me the love he had for me. I couldn't help myself as I pressed my lips against his, kissing him as we stood there holding each other and rubbing our hands up and down each other's backs.

The kiss seemed to go on forever, only the lack of oxygen forcing us to stop. Still holding one another I looked again into his eyes. "I love you Jon," I said to him.

"I love you too Jay," he answered back, finally releasing me. "Though as much as I would love to keep doing this we really do need to shower. I stink!" he said with a wry smile.

"You?" I exclaimed. "What about me? I bet I still have that gross hospital smell all over me."

"Well, you do have that sterile air about you. Honestly, I think if you go to the hospital one more time you'll never get the smell out." Jon said chuckling as he ducked to avoid the pillow I grabbed from his bed and threw at him.

"Oh is that so?" I asked him. Making a lunge for him, he easily managed to side-step away from my arms and ran past me to jump onto his bed. He wasn't so lucky getting to the other side though, as I managed to turn quickly enough and grab his foot causing him to fall flat on his stomach onto the bed. Quickly getting onto the bed and straddling his butt before he could get up, I proceeded to tickle the side of his ribs. It had the desired affect as he screamed out loud with laughter as he wiggled to try to get away from my fingers. Jon is stronger than me and he had no trouble turning over onto his side, forcing me to fall over onto his bed.

"Tickle me, will you? I'll show you!" he said, laughing as he quickly got on top of me, pinning my legs down as he straddled my waist and returning the favor, mercilessly attacked my ribs making me laugh so hard until tears were running down the side of my face.

"Jon, stop! I'm going to pee the bed!" I told him between fits of laughter.

"Well we can't have that," he said, still tickling me. "Do you admit defeat then?" he asked mischievously.

"Yes! Yes! I give!" I said, upon which he stopped allowing me to try to catch my breath. He then leaned forward until our lips met and gave me a soft, loving kiss.

"I love you Jay," he said again.

"I love you too Jon."

We lay there for several more minutes before we both decided that we needed to get up. However, we were so exhausted from all the horsing around that we hardly had the energy. That is until we heard a knock on Jon's door.

"Everything alright in there? May I come in?" my father's voice asked through the closed door.

"Yeah, Dad. We were just playing around," I yelled out to him.

My father opened the door and stepped inside. Looking at the condition we were in, as well as the condition of the bed itself he couldn't help but chuckle softly. "Well you boys had better hurry and get your showers done and get dressed. Those two down there have almost packed away enough for this picnic to last several days." We all laughed at my father's comment, Jon finally getting up off me and helping me off the bed.

"Okay Dad. We'll be down soon," I told my father.

My father left then, closing the door behind him as he did and Jon and I looked at each other.

"You know," he said. "We'd get done quicker if we took a shower at the same time," his eyes hinting at something mischievous as he said this.

"Sounds like a plan babe," I responded. So too, did my cock.

"We'll get undressed in here. May I?" he asked, his hands already grabbing the bottom of my shirt to lift it off of me.

"You sure it's okay babe?" I asked him. "What if someone comes up the stairs?"

"My mom has seen me naked lots of times. We're not anal about nudity. Besides, if they did see, I'd love to see the look on their faces as we walk into the bathroom," he snickered. I have to admit, the thought of seeing my parents' reaction did bring a smile to my face and I nodded my head to Jon. He promptly began to lift my shirt off me, and I raised my arms so it could slide all the way off of me. Throwing my shirt onto the bed, he knelt down in front of me, hooked his fingers onto my pants, and pulled them down. It was a little difficult for him, as I was still very hard, and as my cock escaped from the elastic waist of the pants, it sprang up and hit me in the stomach before resting at an angle away from my body, pointing right at Jon's face.

He looked up at me with questioning eyes and I simply smiled down at him causing him to smile back at me. Looking back at my cock he brought his face closer to it and stuck out his tongue, touching the head, and causing my cock to jump and a moan to escape my lips from the pleasure. He didn't put it in his mouth, but he licked the head for a bit before touching it with his hands, gently rubbing it back and forth. The feeling was unbelievable. It was the first time anyone had ever touched my cock in this way, and I moaned even louder as the intense feelings of pleasure swept over me. I felt like I would cum at any moment, and I told Jon so. Instead of stopping though, he opened his mouth and put the head of my cock inside, closing his lips around it and sucking gently on it while his tongue licked that sensitive spot just at the base of the head.

Even though I had cum earlier in the day, the feelings Jon was giving me were too much for my teenage body to handle and I told him I was going to cum. He didn't release my cock, but proceeded to suck even harder and move his tongue even faster until I couldn't hold it back any more and released shot after shot of cum into his willing mouth, yelling out loud in pleasure and pain over the intensity of my orgasm. He drank it greedily, not missing a single drop, and when no more was to be had, he sucked on the head to drain my cock of anything still inside. Eventually my cock became too sensitive and I had to push him away.

I stood there breathing heavily, recovering from my orgasmic high, my eyes closed, I didn't notice when he stood up until he planted a kiss on my lips. Opening my mouth I allowed his tongue to snake its way inside my mouth, and I could taste some of my cum that was still in his mouth. It made me kiss him even harder and wrap my arms around him before I pushed him away from me, and began to take of his shirt. I didn't take it slow and easy, but rather quickly and with a look of intense desire in my eyes. Jon certainly didn't complain, and was smiling as I knelt down in front of him, unbuttoned his jeans, unzipped his fly, and pulled them down to his ankle.

Jon wasn't wearing any underwear, just like me, so his hard, uncut cock was staring me right in the face. I looked up at Jon and saw that his eyes were closed in anticipation of the feelings that he had already given me. It was the first time I had ever had my mouth on someone's cock, but when I opened my mouth and felt his cock slide into it, I knew right then that I loved it.

Pulling back on the skin of his cock, I felt his foreskin slide down past the head, my tongue now in contact with the most sensitive part of his cock. Jon was moaning, and I could feel his cock throb as mine had and my tongue rubbed it back and forth.

"Oh my God Jay!" he gasped. "This feels so good! Please don't stop. I'm going to cum!"

Upon hearing this, I redoubled my efforts and slid his cock in and out of my mouth, my tongue rubbing the underside of the head of his cock while my hand was pumping his shaft. His moaning got louder and longer and he kept repeating, "Don't stop," over and over again, until I felt his cock jerk in my mouth, a long loud moan escaping from his lips as he orgasmed and shot his cum into my sucking mouth. I could feel the first shot as it hit me in the back of the throat, almost making me gag, until I swallowed it, this was immediately followed by another, less powerful shot and it rested on my tongue letting me savor his sweet, salty taste. Two more shots came out before his cock produced no more. I swallowed everything he shot after rolling it about the inside of my mouth. I then sucked on the head of his cock, coaxing any remaining cum to enter my willing mouth.

Finally it was too much for Jon to handle and he pushed me away from his cock, slick saliva trailing from my open mouth to his cock. I thought he was going to collapse, so I stood up and pulled him close to me, feeling his breath as it washed over my shoulder. I could feel his heart beat in his chest, racing fast and hard. When I felt he could stand alright on his own I pulled him from me and looked into his face. The widest, most content smile was plastered on his face.

"Thank you my love," he whispered to me. "That was amazing!"

"No more than how amazing it felt for me Jon. It was the best!" I whispered back.

Quickly taking off our socks, we headed for the bathroom which was at the end of the hall. There we were, two naked teenagers, in love, and glowing from the aftermath of our first blowjobs making our way to the bathroom, arms wrapped over each other's shoulders. We didn't hear anyone come up the stairs until a voice spoke up behind us.

"Now that has got to be the cutest thing I have ever seen!" Jon's mother said, obviously staring at our backsides as we made our way to the bathroom. Blushing madly, we quickened our pace and scooted into the bathroom, closing the door behind us. "Don't you boys take too long in that shower, we're leaving soon!" she called after us.

Despite the feelings we shared, we didn't do anything in the shower except wash each other down. I paid special attention to Jon's now flaccid cock and balls, which he did for me when I had finished soaping him up, the two of us finally rinsing off together.

Getting out of the shower, we bee-lined it to Jon's bedroom where we put on clean clothes, the clothes we had taken off early we picked up and placed in the hamper in the hallway. All washed up and changed, we headed down stairs. Thankfully no one mentioned a thing about us being naked earlier, for which we were both thankful.

"Alright you two, it's time to get going. Get your shoes on and lets head on out," my father said, already opening the front door to Jon's house, picking up a cooler, and heading out to the car.

"Honey," my mother said as Jon and I were getting our shoes on. "You ride with Dad and with Jon. I'll ride with Jon's mother. There's not enough room in our car for all five of us."

"Okay Mom." I replied, tying up my shoes and following my father out to the car with Jon right beside me.

Jon and I got into my father's car. My dad was already inside, having packed away all the food and dishes for the picnic in the trunk. The car really did have a lot of room for storage, but was really cramped for space as far as seating was concerned. Jon's mother had decided that she wanted to go to Bronte Creek Provincial Park. This suited my parents just fine as they had often taken me to the same park during the winter months for some tobogganing and skating. The park really was beautiful in the winter and I looked forward to going there someday with Jon.

As we pulled into one of the parking lots, we began to unpack all the food and dishes and walk over to an empty open pavilion. If you've never been to Bronte Creek Provincial Park, it is a recreation and conservation park owned by the Province and operated by the Ministry of Natural Resources in Oakville, Ontario. The park has a lot of wide open fields which feature a number of pavilions which really look like a small cottage, but without any walls. Under the roof of each pavilion sit several picnic tables. There are also some tables located outside of the pavilions, but for those who want to stay out of the elements they can enjoy the shelter that the pavilion provides while still being able to enjoy the outside air.

We selected a pavilion which was located next to a large patch of trees and bushes. Not too far away we could hear the creek water as it made its way past us. My parents picked this spot all the time when we came here as it provided adequate shade to enjoy the tables outside the pavilion. When I was younger, I also liked to go to the creek where I tried to catch frogs or minnows. Mostly I just got smelly and wet from all the creek water that ended up all over my clothes. My parents usually had a stern talk with me about it, but I knew that they thought it was funny, and they knew that I knew, so I never got into any trouble over it.

Now that I was much older, I didn't have as much fascination with the creek, except to look at the beauty of it all. The park was kept in as natural a state as was possible and visitors were discouraged from doing any damage to the park. The fines levied against violators isn't cheap for breaking those rules.

Opening the coolers, my parents and Jon's mother began separating and opening everything. Despite only a couple hours ago having eaten breakfast, I found myself very hungry, and looking at Jon I could see that had his mother and my mother not made as much as they did, there wouldn't have been anything left over for them to eat.

The picnic lasted for about an hour, with our stomachs obviously bulging from all the food we ate. All that we ate, I think, lasted only half that time before we couldn't eat another bite. That was until Jon's mother pulled out another cooler that contained desert. Of course Jon and I managed to find room for that as well, although I honestly don't know how we did it.

I slowly got up from the table, and told my parents that I needed to walk off all that I had eaten. Jon, of course, wanted to join me. I was really happy to have him there with me. Usually I had to go off on my own, and I was usually content to do so, but now I was glad for his company.

Jon and I, holding hands, made our way through the brush, and stopped beside the creek. Surrounded by the trees and the bushes, with only the sounds of the wind and the birds singing, I sat with Jon on a rock, leaning into him as I watched the water rush by. It was so peaceful here, with nothing to come between our love for each other. We just held one another on that rock, watching the water.

It was while I was sitting there that I noticed something a short distance from where we were sitting. It was resting partially in the water and looked like it was covered in some type of fabric. I sat up and pointed it out to Jon and when he saw it as well, we stood up and carefully made our way towards whatever it was. I'm actually surprised that I could see it as it blended really well with the surrounding brush. As we got closer I could see that it was quite large and it began to take on a shape.

I stopped suddenly as I recognized the shape to be that of a person. I couldn't see much of whoever it was as their back was towards us, curled up into a tight fetal position. Jon and I rushed towards the person. Trying to get a better look at the face of the person I saw that it was a boy, of about our age. He was breathing still, but only just. Looking closer I stepped back in shock as I realized who it was. It didn't take long for Jon to recognize him either, and stood with me, holding me as we looked down at the one person we didn't expect to see.

There on the ground, his body beaten, bruised, bleeding, and unconscious was my tormentor, Paul Hayes.

A lot going on in this chapter folks. Some of you might object to the sexual activities that occurred between Jason and Jon so soon after Jason had been raped. I felt, however, that the time was right to have the characters at least be somewhat sexual towards one another. To those of you who don't think a person who has been raped would so soon seek a sexual partner, all I can say is that everyone is different in how they handle these types of situations. As for Paul Hayes, anyone think that he got what he deserved? Keep sending me those comments. You can reach me at: or