Date: Wed, 13 Oct 2004 21:13:30 -0500 From: James Clark Subject: Out of a Dream: Chapter 7- Gay Basher Bashing I'm finally getting a chance to sit down and do some actual writing, so here it is! Enjoy! Out of a Dream by: James Clark Disclaimer: If it is illegal for you to read this, or if material of this sort offends you, leave now. The author, James Clark, reserves all aplicable rights to this story. It is lawful only for Nifty.org to display this as a public work. All others will be prosecuted to the full extent of the law. PLAGIARISM IS ILLEGAL! THIS MEANS YOU GET IN TROUBLE IF YOU DO IT! If you should want to post this story elsewhere, or want a hard copy of it, then you must e-mail me and I will mail you written permission to do so, should I deem it worthy to do so. Thank you and enjoy the story! Author's Note- This chapter will be written from Wyatt's point of view. Chapter 7- Gay Basher Bashing I didn't want to hurt James, but I didn't want to see Nick get hurt, either. James got so mad at me for pushing him, I didn't know what I should do, so I just ran back to the bathroom in the back of the park. I go into the bathroom and lean against the wall. How am I ever going to explain what I did to James? I mean, he jumped a guy that was half a foot taller than him just to keep me from being hurt. He'll understand, though, won't he? I heard footsteps coming into the bathroom. Fucking hell, it's Nick! "You little faggot! What are you doing, waiting for somebody to fuck you? Well, if you're going to be a fag, you better start acting like one!", Nick screams at me. Then, he comes at me and punches me right in the nose. If you've ever been hit in the nose, then you know its really disorienting. I fall down to the floor and I feel Nick drag down my pants and flip me over to my stomach. I hear his belt buckle and his zipper being fumbled at. Suddenly, I realize what he's going to do. I start to kick and fight, but it's no use. Nick outweighs me by a lot, and now he's straddling my butt. He spits on his hand and rubs it onto his dick. Then, he puts it between my cheeks and shoves it all the way into my anus. I can't tell if he tore anything back there, and all I can see through the pain is stars. I scream as loud as I can because of the eight-inch rock hard cylinder lodged in my anus. Just when Nick starts humping, I hear James yell my name as he runs into the bathroom. He freezes at what he sees. Then, he pulls Nick off of me by the hair, grabs his balls and tightens the grip. "Listen, you son of a bitch, I will KILL you, do you not get that?! I warned you, and if you ever pull some shit like this again, I will put you six feet under, do you understand me?!", he says. Nick just grimaces at James, but James tightens the vise-like grip on his nuts. "I said, do you understand me?". Tears spring into Nick's eyes at the fresh pain, and he manages to sputter out a "Yes". James punches him in the face, hard enough to knock Nick out and send him tumbling out of the bathroom door. "Are you okay?", James asks me, his expression changed from that of an enraged lion to a more tender face. "I don't know", I say, getting up from the floor and pulling up my pants. "Let me see. You're not bleeding, are you?", James says, coming towards me in the most doctor-like fashion imaginable. If my ass wasn't hurting so bad, I might've laughed at him. "NO!", I exclaim, answering him on both of his statements. "I'm not letting you see anything, till after we're married. If you want the milk, you have to buy the cow." "Dumbass", he says, but with a grin. "Get dressed. We have to go tell Heather that you're allright". We head out of the door, and we look at Nick on the way out. "What should we do with him, Wyatt?" "Hmm... let me think". I bend down and pull off his shoes, pants, shirt, and underwear. Then, I go into the bathroom and throw them into the unflushed urinals. "Wear that, bitch", I say to the unconscious Nick. "You know, you're evil. That's why I love you", James says with a smirk. We go back to the park and see Heather leaning against the fence, smoking a Newport. "Well, are ya'll alright? Took you long enough to find him, James", Heather says. "Yeah, we just had to take care of some business", James said in reply. That's another thing about him that I love, he knows when to shut his mouth. Heather knows when not to ask questions, too. "Well, if you want a good laugh, go look around the entrance to the boys' bathroom", I say. "Okay, I guess I'll meet you back at the band hall. James, you gonna be able to give me a ride home?" "Yeah, we'll wait for you. See you later". James and I head back to the band hall, and we sit in front of the now darkened and locked doors. "Listen, James. Thanks for caring so much about me", I say. "I love you Wyatt. I can't just let you get hurt". I lean in toward James with my eyes closing, and slowly our lips touch. His lips caress mine, and I slide my tongue into his mouth. We share the best kiss ever. "Ahem... you gonna let off each other any time soon?" "Ahh damn it, just when I'm gettin' somewhere, you have to show up and ruin it, Heather", I say. Then, James pushes me backward and positions himself over me, looking into my eyes. "You're eyes are clear again. That makes me feel so much better", James says to me, as he plants kisses all over my neck. "Oh, stop. We need to get going, anyway", I say, even though I hate to break up the moment. "Ok, my car's parked right over there. Let's go". We head into James' car, and after he drops Heather off, he pulls off to the side of the road. "Wyatt, don't ever feel bad about the fact that we love each other. Don't let anyone do that to you. Promise?" "Yes, now kiss me before we get to my house". He drops me off at my house, and to my surprise my mom and dad are standind out on the porch, looking very serious... Well, that's it for now, e-mail me if you want. If you truly enjoy my story, let me know. It helps to keep me writing. niftywriterjc@hotmail.com