Date: Sun, 3 Jan 2010 10:34:22 -0800 (PST) From: Wyatt Young Subject: Those Days Chapter Two Copyright 2010- Wyatt Young Those Days Please if anyone has comments or input on this story and the ongoing story line please feel free to email me wyatt_04_04@yahoo.com. I look forward to hearing from you. Chapter two This story involves sexual acts between two males. If you find this offensive please do not read any further Previously... "What did you say to me faggot?" Bryce asked in a harsh tone. Every since seventh grade had started he had started calling me that. He was convinced that I was gay, and well I was not. He said that in the locker rooms during PE that I had been looking at him and stroking my cock in the showers. "I'm going to teach you not to talk back to me cock sucker and show you who is on the top of the totem pole here at this school." He said as he got on his knees and punched me in the face. I lay there helpless knowing that if I didn't muster up enough strength to get up off that ground that he would probably end up killing me I could feel his cock getting harder and harder as it touched my lips. Maybe he was the one that was gay and was scared so he always picked on me. Why else would he be getting so hard from having his penis touched by another guy's lips? "Suck it! Open your mouth and take it like the fag you are!" He held the knife to my throat and his green eyes looked deep into my brown eyes. I could see all the rage that was built up inside of him. I looked around. I had to stop him. I couldn't let him do this. I saw a two by four lying on the ground that was in a neatly stacked pile that they were using in the hallway. I picked one up and walked over to Bryce. I hit him in the back of the head so hard with the two by four that my hands hurt from it. He fell forward and landed on Mitch's lifeless body. I of course had just lied. No one had been able to get in touch with his mother. She had been called never returned the calls. They had even gone by there and she was never there and the house was a mess. I just knew that if I said no one could get in touch with his mom that they by law had to call DHS and report it to them. I didn't want that. I didn't want it for anyone. Where am I? I hurt so bad last thing I remember the bell rang for lunch and everything is so fuzzy after that." "I'm so glad you are awake," Chance told me. He caught me by surprise. Before I knew it he leaned over from where he was sitting next to me and brought his lips against mine. It felt so good. I had never been kissed by anyone before. I could feel my body tingling. It felt good even with the bad pain that I felt at the same time. Chance stared down at me for a couple seconds, and then got up and ran out of the room. Mitch's viewpoint... After Chance had kissed me and ran out of the room, I didn't know what to think. I had been lying here in this bed for who knows how long and the first person I see when I wake up kisses me and runs out of the room. I just didn't know what to think. I had never kissed anyone. Especially another guy. It was all too much for me. I just didn't know what to think. I had thoroughly enjoyed the kiss. It made me all tingly inside. I needed to find out what happened and why I was stuck in this stupid hospital bed and why I hurt so bad. I reached over and pressed the button on the side of my bed that had a picture of a nurse on it. About a minute later a nurse came. She was very young looking. Short spiky, light brown hair and had on a blue scrub pants and a cookie monster scrub on. She looked at me with a big smile on her face. "You're awake." She commented as she continued smiling at me. "I'm Liz and I have been your nurse for the past week." "The past week!" I exclaimed. "What happened to me? I remember the bell for lunch ring and I don't remember anything after that." "You were attacked sweetie. Some guy beat you up pretty badly and sexually assaulted you. If it wouldn't have been for your friend Chance you would be dead. He found you and got your attacker off of you. He has come by here every day after school and sat with you until he fell asleep." "Why would anyone do that for me?" "Sounds like a true friend if you ask me," she said. "I will let the doctor know that you are conscious and see what kind of orders he has for you. In the mean time try to relax you still have to heal." "My body hurts all over. I feel like I was run over by a truck." "You have a few broken ribs, a broken nose, jaw and leg. You are going to have to take it easy for awhile." "Will you tell my friend Chance to come back in here if he is still here?" I asked the nurse. "Sure." She replied as she turned around and walked out the door. Chance's viewpoint. I stood in the bathroom in front of the mirror splashing water on my face. My thoughts were racing a million miles an hour. The image of me kissing Mitch kept running through my head. "Why did you just kiss that guy?" I kept asking myself. "You're not gay. You have a girlfriend that you love very much." That was true. Ashley and I had been together since the beginning of that school year. We had kissed and it had enjoyed it. I was not gay. "You just kissed him like he was your brother," I told myself. I looked into the mirror. I looked pretty crappy. I splashed some more water on my face. "What kind of person kisses their brother like that?" I told myself. I was so confused. Why had I done? Why did I kiss him? This was going to ruin our friendship. I just felt so close to him and I didn't know why. What did Mitch think about me kissing him? Did freak him out? Did I ruin our friendship? I stood there staring in the mirror and decided that it was time to face it. I had to go back in there and explain what had happened. I walked over to the bathroom door opened it and stepped out into the hallway. I saw his nurse Liz standing behind her computer cart typing something. I walked over there and stood for a moment before I said anything. "Is he ok?" I finally asked. "Yes." She replied. "He said that if I see you out here to tell you that he wanted to talk to you. "Sure." "Are you okay?" She asked me. "You seem a little upset like something is bothering you. And the way you ran out of that room. You have been coming to see him every free chance you get and I have gotten to know you a little and can tell something is wrong. You want to talk about it." "I can't. I told her. I don't want anyone to know." "I'm a very good listener and very understanding. Let me finish this up and I'll take a break and we can sit down and talk." "Ok." I said seeing how she didn't give me a choice. She clicked on a couple of boxes on the computer. I could see at the top of the page that it had Mitch's name. I couldn't see exactly what she was clicking on because of a glare. She finally finished and exited out of the program that she was in. "Follow me." She said. She led me down a hallway and into a room that said staff only. This was the break room not very well furnished a small microwave, a small refridge and a table in the middle with four chairs. It looked like it used to be a hospital room at one point. She sat down at the table and I sat next to her. "Did you know that I remember your sister from high school?" She said. "I graduated two years ago then got my associates in nursing. I can tell you are a lot different than your sister. You seem a lot more caring and accepting of people than your sister was. She made fun of me most of my senior year and her junior year." "Why?" I asked curiously. "She would call me all sorts of names. She was the only one that did it. I think I know why you are so upset and it has to do with your family. Doesn't it?" I didn't say a word I sat there looking at my feet. I felt so bad at what my sister had done making fun of her. I was the exact opposite. I don't make fun of anyone and try to treat everyone the way I would want to be treated. I get along with most everyone in my class. I wouldn't exactly consider myself popular. I played on the football team and quit recently after Mitch's incident. I just hated how a lot of them thought they were better than everyone else and they were not. "My family is kinda religious. Very Hippocratic. The bible says love one another and they judge everyone. My mom and sister that is." "You care for Mitch more than normal friends do?" She asked looking straight at me. "I don't know. He is so different from most of my friends. We have never hung out outside of class but I can have a real conversation with him unlike my other friends all we ever talk about is sports and video games. I was so scared that he was going to die before we ever got the chance to really be friends." "It's ok to like him more than just a friend. That's why your sister would make fun of me because I am a lesbian and was out in high school. She made my life a living hell" "I'm sorry." I apologized still looking down at the floor. "I am so confused. I don't know what to do. "The only thing you can do Chance is follow your heart." She grabbed my hand and squeezed it. "Sometimes society is not going to be accepting of people like us that's what makes us even stronger and love even harder. Ginnifer's parents don't talk to her. She's twenty and they haven't spoke to her since she was seventeen. They threw her out." She looked at her watch. "I have to get back to work. Think about what I said and follow your heart." I listened to what she said. I honestly didn't know what to do. I got up from the table and headed back to Mitch's room. Mitch's viewpoint... "Come in," I said responding to the knocking on the door. The door opened and Chance came in. The ends of his dark brown hair were all wet and his face was red and drenched in sweat. "Are you ok?" I asked. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just had to get some air." He walked over to the chair next to my bed and sat down in it. "Have you heard from your mom at all?" "Can I trust you?" I asked him. I knew that Chance was someone I could trust. He had been coming to visit me regularly since I had been in the hospital. "Yeah you can." He replied. I noticed he was looking at the floor. I could tell something was bothering. "I don't live with my mom. She left" He raised his head up and looked at me. "Say what." "My mom and sister left a few months ago and I have been living by myself in the house since they left. I've been managing to get by." "They just left you?" He asked. "Yeah. If I can just make it till I am able to get a workers permit and get a job then things will be fin for me." "No you won't. You will come live with me and my mom." I tried to raise up in bed, but couldn't because of all the pain that I was feeling in my body. "I can't impose like that I don't even know your mom." "It'll be fine." He looked back down at the floor. "Are you ok?" I asked. "I'm sorry." He said. "I don't want us to not be friends. I'm sorry for kissing you I just don't know what came over me. "It's fine." I told him. "It happens. Lets just forget about it and move on." FOUR YEARS LATER... Mitch... The past four years had flown by. A whole lot had changed about me. I had become much more out going and had made several new friends. I even traded my thick pair of glasses in for a pair of contacts. I had grown a few inches I was five foot seven now and had packed on a few pounds and weighed in at 130. I had gotten my brown hair cut into a nice hip style and everyone seemed to like it. I was in Anatomy and Physiology class and my mind kept drifting off thinking about things. The first semester was nearing the half mark and we'd be graduating in about six months and everyone would go their separate ways and head off to college. Just the thought of this was eating me on the inside. I had for the first time in my life felt safe and secure. I had friends and a family that loved me. I didn't want to have to start over. "Mr. Mitchium, are you going to answer me or are you just gona sit there in lala land?" I heard Ms. Johnson ask. My wondering mind came back to the present. "Huh?" "I asked you if a mother has blue eyes and the dad has blue eyes what are the chances of the kid having blue eyes." "That's a given, the kid will have blue eyes because it is a dominate trait and if both his parents have blue eyes then he will too." "Are you sure?" She asked Miss Johnson was a bitch. This was her first year and she was fresh out of college and had graduated from our high school four years earlier and was trying to be tough. She was rubbing some people the wrong way. Mrs. Hines the old teacher was forced to retire after suffering a stroke during the summer. She was a great teacher and was willing to come in early and stay late to help you if you needed it. The classroom didn't have desk but tables with two chairs at each one of them. I sat in the back of the classroom next to Chance. He looked at me then with a big grin on his face and placed his leg on my thigh. He started slowly moving his had higher up my thigh. I started to feel warm all over. I could also fill the bulge in my pants getting bigger as he kept rubbing my thigh. He stopped rubbing and looked at me. "Does that make you nervous?" I gulped. "Um no. I trust you more than anyone." "Sure you do?" He joked. That was the weirdest feeling. I felt so warm inside and I didn't know why. I didn't know why my dick had erected when he touched my thigh. It felt good and I only remember feeling that good once and that was when I was in the hospital four years earlier and he kissed me. The bell rang signaling that class was over. I was glad. I stood up holding my books down low so no one knew that my dick was rock hard. "We are probably going to be changing up lab partners so everyone will get to work together!" Ms. Johnson said loudly as everyone started racing out of the room. "Great. That's just effing great." I thought. "Chance and I had always been lab partners in every science class since the eight grade and now this bitch was going to change that all up. I held that though and raced to the bathroom. I set my books down on the bathroom counter then walked over to the stalls and looked under them to make sure a I was in there alone. When I saw that I was, I walked over to the back stall opened the door and went in, sure to lock it behind me. I pulled my red polo shirt off and hung it from the hook on the stall door. Then I unbuttoned my pants and pushed them down to the floor. My hard member flung out. I turned around and stood toward the toilet with my dick in my hand. It was still rock hard and I knew I had to take care of it to get the way that I was feeling out of my head. I rubbed my thumb over the head of my cock which was already oozing precum. I started stroking it all the while the pictures of Chance coming into my head rubbing my leg while we were in class. Right when I felt my cock throbbing in my hand from the stimulation and my balls began to pull up inside me and the cum starting to flow out of the opening of my head I heard the bathroom door open. It startled me and I stopped right as I was about to cum. I hoped the person would use the bathroom and then leave so I could finish what I came in there to start. "Mitch, you in here?" It was Chance. He had followed me into the bathroom. I heard him walk toward the stall that I was in. "I just wanted to tell you that I won't be home right after school today. I am going over to Ashley's today after school to spend a little time with her." Ashley was his girlfriend they had started dating over the summer. One thing that I noticed about Chance was that he always had to have a girlfriend. He would get out of a relationship with one and then a few weeks later be with someone else. He never was the one that broke up with them; it always seemed that they dumped him after a few months. I still didn't know why they dumped him. He was so sweet and one of the nicest people at school. Never making fun of anyone and getting along with everyone. "Um ok." I muttered, trying to make my voice sound normal even though it was sounding all shaky like I had been outside running. "See ya then." "You ok in there?" He asked me. "Um yeah, my stomach just hurts from lunch." I lied. "I'll be out in a minute." I told him. I grabbed my cock and started stroking it again. I was on the edge of ecstasy. I felt the cum feel up inside me. I let out a soft moan. "You ok in there?" Chance asked as he slid his head under the stall to see what was going in there. I didn't know that he was in there or how long he had been in there. I turned around just as I felt the first shot of cum shot out of my cock. It hit the door of the stall then ran down it and landed on Chance's forehead. His facial expression changed, he clinched his teeth together raised up so fast that he hit his head on the bathroom stall. The entire bathroom stall shook because he hit his head so hard on it. He maneuvered back around and darted away from the stall. Chance's viewpoint... Why do we do some of the things that we do sometimes? Sometimes it seems like humans react without thinking. I had been doing a lot of this here lately. After Mitch hurried out of class and to the bathroom, I decided to follow him. It was weird how he just rain out of there like that. We usually talk on our way to our lockers. I stood outside of the door waiting for what seemed like forever. Finally after several minutes I opened the door and walked inside the bathroom. "Mitch, you in here?" I saw that all of the stall doors were closed with an exception of the very last one. I walked over to it. "I just wanted to tell you that I am going to Ashley's after school so I won't be straight home." "Uh huh. That's fine," he mumbled. "See ya then." He quit talking then I heard a soft moan, followed by a long sigh. I got on my knees by the stall door. "Are you ok in here?" I asked as I slid my head under the door. I saw that he had his pants to the ground. His shirt was off and hanging on the stall door. He had his dick in his hands. He turned around as I had startled him. I looked up at him and that's when it happened. The white goo squirted out of the head of his cock and hit the door. It ran down the door and landed on my forehead. I jumped up to get out of the stall with him. My head slammed into the bottom of the door. I could feel the entire stall shake and feel the not began to form on the back of my head. I ran over to the mirror and looked into it. My baby blue eyes looking back at me. The puddle of cum had almost matted in my dark brown hair and slowly running down the rest of my face. I turned on the water, grabbed a towel and began to wipe my face clean of his fluid. I kept asking myself why I was not mad. He had just blew his load on my forehead. I had just seen my best friend in the bathroom stall jacking off. Maybe it was the fact that I had never jacked off myself. In seventeen years of life I had never done it. Never had a drop of that white goo come out of me. I thought about seeing him there with his dick in his hands turning around and shooting his load all over me. I could feel my cock growing hard. I turned the water off and raced out of the bathroom. Mitch's viewpoint... I pulled my pants up, not bothering to wipe up any of my cum, grabbed my shirt and threw it on. I unlocked the door and pushed it open hoping that Chance was still out there. He wasn't I was alone in the bathroom by myself once again. I walked over to myself in the mirror. If there would have been anyone in the bathroom with me, they would have been able to see the disappointment on my face. "I love you Chance Stevens. I always have." I muttered aloud To Be Continued.. Copyright 2010- Wyatt Young Those Days Please if anyone has comments or input on this story and the ongoing story line please feel free to email me wyatt_04_04@yahoo.com. I look forward to hearing from you.