Date: Sat, 14 Dec 2002 22:34:00 -0500 From: Jeff Wilson Subject: W.A.R. Part 2 Chapter 6 Well, here we are again... Warning: Naked boys doing what boys will do in this chapter, mainly trying to decapitate each other for fun. This is actually one of my favorites so far. I know the author's not supposed to tell the readers that, but it is. I hope you like it! W.A.R. Part Two: Cold Winter Chapter 6: Wrestling by Jeff Wilson When I woke up in the morning, I didn't feel right. There was something different. Something was... strange. There was snow falling outside. I could see that from my bed looking out to the window. Then I rolled over and ran right into Brett, who slept right through our collision. I got out of bed, rubbing the spot on my head where I'd bumped into him. Then I looked down at him sleeping on my bed. He was sleeping on his belly, with his head resting on my pillow. He didn't have a shirt on, so you could see the curves of his back, the peaks and valleys made by his shoulder blades and his spine. His hair was starting to cover his ears. I hate when he lets his hair grow too long. I like it short, like mine. I went to the window to look outside, expecting to see a light dusting of snow. Boy was I in for a surprise! We had to have had eight inches of snow on the ground, and more was falling! It was fantastic! I love snow! It was even the kind I like, the wet snowball building kind! I'd have a big snowman in the front yard before too long! I found my shirt from last night in the corner of my room. It was stuck to the floor by my blood. I pulled it off the floor and there was a nasty-looking blood stain on the floor where it landed. It was rather disgusting. I guess it wasn't completely dry when I threw it there. I move my laundry hamper over the spot so my mom wouldn't see it. I'd be sure to clean it up before the Christmas Eve Party. I looked at the time: 9:30. Cool. If I remembered correctly, mom was on duty at the hospital today, and dad was working at Mr. Miller's house. A few years ago, they'd have sent me over to grandma's on a day when they were both out. But now I'm old enough to even have Brett come over when they're gone. I pulled out a shirt from my dresser and put on some sweat pants then went to the bathroom. I slipped the shirt on as I went out to the living room. There, I found a note taped to the television. It said: Boys, We were very glad to see you seem to have put your fight behind you. I am going to work, I'll be home at 3:30 or so. Your father is working at Mr. Miller's today. He will be home when he's finished connecting the fuse box. So I might be home before he is! There is pizza in the freezer. Don't wreck the house! Love, Mom I turned on the television and found the weather station. They said we'd be getting four to six more inches during the day. If only this would have happened when we were supposed to have school! We could have had a day off. I relaxed on the couch for a while watching nothing in particular. Pretty soon, I heard the toilet flush. Then Brett came out to the living room and sat down beside me on the couch. He was wearing his boxers and his socks and nothing else. He had to have known what he was doing to me. Everything about him looked good. Any tanning that the summer had done was long gone. But he wasn't pasty white like I usually was. He was just a nice shade of peach. His eyes were still kind of sleepy, and he rubbed them a few times. Then he looked over at me. My green eyes locked with his blue ones. "Don't stare at me." He said. "Oh, was I staring?" I asked innocently. "Yes, quit it. It makes me uncomfortable. " "Okay then, you leave me no choice... Prepare to die!!!" I stood up and ran behind the couch. Then I started slapping him on the head like a drum. He jumped up, and then jumped over the couch at me. I moved and he fell right onto the floor. Before he could get up, I grabbed a leg and started to viciously attack his knee with kicks. If you looked just right down at him, you could see up his shorts. But before I got to see anything, he swung himself around and flipped me down to the floor. "Ouch!!" I said. "What? What? Are you okay?" Brett said concerned... sucker. I reached up and poked him right in the eye with my thumb. "Ow!! What the hell did you do that for!?!?" But I was on my feet and hooked his arm behind him and held him in a painful hold. But he spun out of it and reversed it on me. I reversed it again and before he knew what happened I gave a tug on his boxers and his shorts were around his ankles. "Hey!! No fair!!" He yelled as he yanked his shorts back up. As he did it I grabbed his head in a head lock. But he saw an opening and yanked down my pants. But I didn't let him go. So I had his head pressed up against my hip and there was nothing for him to look at but my wiener. "How's the view down there?" I joked. "Oh, the view's okay, but the smell is terrible!" He reversed my head lock and flipped me so that I was on my belly on the floor. Then he grabbed both of my legs and tried to pull them up to my head. All this while I was stark naked from the waist down. I flipped around and he ended up on his back. I grabbed hold of his boxers, and yanked them off and threw them across the room. But then he yanked my shirt up over my head while he ran to get his shorts. I threw the shirt off and grabbed him before he got to the shorts. He flipped me over and I crashed down to the floor. I landed hard on my hip, but I didn't give up. I grabbed his ankle and held on. He hopped around on one foot, trying to get to his shorts, but then he spun around and clotheslined me on the floor. He hooked his arm around my head and held me up in a sleeper. "So, you give up?" He asked while giving my neck an extra crank. "Give up? When I have you right where I want you?" I said. "Okay then, how about the loser has to do whatever the winner wants?" He whispered into my ear. "Okay." I said my mind racing. Was this leading to something good or what? He let me out of the sleeper. Then we stood up to start over again. Usually, I'd have been embarrassed by my thing sticking right out, up to it's full five and one-eights inches. But Brett's was hard too, so I didn't care. We'd seen each other's things before anyway. We slowly circled, looking for an opening. At least that's what we were supposed to be doing. I was too busy admiring Brett's various body parts. I couldn't help but soak in his beauty. I know that sounds weird, but I couldn't help it. I hadn't been able to just stare at another naked boy in a long time. I wanted to remember as much as I could. I was getting that feeling that I used to get when I'd touch him. It was a kind of tingly feeling that felt really nice. I'd get it whenever we'd touch. It didn't have to be much, just touching his skin was enough to do it to me. But this time I was feeling it all over. It seemed to come from inside my belly. It must have distracted me because before I knew it Brett charged and flipped me onto my back. I struggled to get him off of me, but he grabbed my arms and held them over my head and then sat on my chest. I swung my legs around but he was too heavy. I was beaten. I lay there for a few seconds, then I realized what was happening. Brett's naked body was pressed against my naked body. I could feel his balls and wiener pressed against my chest. I could feel him breathing heavily, and I could feel his sweat mixing with mine. I could feel the strength in his arms, strength which hadn't been there the last time we wrestled. I looked up at him. He looked down at me. I looked at his belly button, that symbol that he was his mother's son. I moved up to his chest. It was smooth and not quite muscular yet. It was just ribs and then skin over top. I moved up to his neck. There was a spot right between his collar bones that I'd never really noticed before. Kind of like a valley between to mountains. I moved up to his chin. It was smooth except for maybe one or two little hairs that were trying to grow. Then I moved up to his check. Specifically, his right cheek, where there was a small one inch scar from a bike riding accident when he was ten. Then finally I looked up to his deep blue eyes. All of this took about two seconds, but I never wanted it to end. "Well... I guess I won." He said breathing deeply. "Yeah." I said, still trying to catch my breath. "What are you going to give me?" He asked. "I guess I'll have to do whatever you say..." I said, and at that moment I'd have done anything. "Okay..." He thought for a second. What was so hard. Just ask, Brett! Just ask and you'll have it! "You have to fix whatever I want for breakfast." He said. "What?" I said as he jumped to his feet and grabbed his boxers. I watched as he walked naked into the kitchen. I missed the heat from his body as soon as he stood up. What just happened? I was kind of disappointed. He had the perfect opportunity. I'd have done anything, and he wants me to make breakfast? I have even... Ah forget it! I slipped on my sweats and went to the kitchen. I was surprised when I walked into the kitchen. There was his bare behind again, sticking out from behind the refrigerator door. He was bent over looking inside for something to have for breakfast. I might as well have not put on my pants. There was no hiding what was under them. I was at full power down there and a wet spot was forming. Brett peeked over the door of the refrigerator at me. "So... what do you want to eat?" I asked, my eyes fixed on his beautiful back end. "I don't know..." He replied, his eyes fixed on the predicament in my pants. "Why don't you point that thing someplace else." He laughed and went back to looking in the refrigerator. He unintentionally wiggled his butt at me as he continued his search. I couldn't take it anymore! The urges I felt. The things I wanted to do to him. The thoughts I was thinking. The overwhelming sensation of warmth from touching him. I was on overload, and I felt like I was going to squirt in my pants without doing anything! "I have to go to the bathroom. Pick something easy. I'll be right back." I was naked again before I even made it into the bathroom. I closed the door, squeezed the hand lotion on my wiener and started rubbing it furiously. It only took me about ten seconds and I was squirting my white stuff. It didn't really feel good this time. It just felt like a relief. It was more of a duty than something fun. I aimed my wiener and shot my white stuff into my right hand. There sure was a lot of it this time! I looked at the semen collected in my hand. I felt an urge... An urge I've felt more and more every time I jack off. I put my hand up to my mouth. I stuck out my tongue and put my hand closer, and closer. I felt my tongue touch the slimy mess in my hand. Then I stopped. I couldn't do it. I couldn't eat my own stuff. I washed my hands off and watched my stuff go down the drain. I didn't bother to put my shorts back on. I just planned to walk to my room and get dressed for the day. But when I opened the door, I bumped right into Brett, who was still naked. We stood there, both naked as the day we were born, not sure how to act. The feeling I'd felt before was gone. I just felt awkward this time. "Oh! I'm sorry dude!" He was looking at my face kind of oddly. Then his gaze dropped lower again, down to my thing which was starting to grow again. I was feeling uncomfortable with him staring at me like that. "I was just coming to check on you." His eyes quickly came back up to my face. "I think we can just have cereal. I'm gonna use the bathroom now." He smiled at me. I smiled back. "Okay, I'm going to change for the day." I said. Brett went in to the bathroom and I headed for my room. I went to the mirror to see how my lip was doing, and I was in for a surprise! There was Billy Roberts, staring back at me with white stuff on his chin. Oh my God! Brett had to have seen it! What must he have thought. I'll bet he thought I ate it! I was going to, but I didn't! I hadn't even felt it there! I quickly wiped it off. Then I got dressed for the day. As I headed back to the kitchen, I paused by the bathroom door. I was about to knock but I stopped when I heard an odd sound. It sounded like a light slapping sound. I also thought I heard Brett moan. It didn't take me long to figure out what he was doing in there. The slapping sound became faster paced and the moaning got a little louder. Then the slapping stopped and I heard a long low groan. I knocked on the door to be a dick. "You coming or what?" He replied, "I'm coming! I'm coming!" I started laughing hysterically. I could hear him laughing in there, too. I walked out to the kitchen and got the cereal ready for us. Brett walked in a few minutes later, fully dressed for the day. "How'd you know what I was doing in there?" He asked. "Same way you knew what I was doing. Except you don't have any visual evidence on you." I said. There was no use trying to pretend like I hadn't done what I did. Luckily, Brett didn't seem to care. We got our cereal and ate together. He sat across the table from me and I couldn't help but look at how sweet he looked as he chewed his food. It was another one of those things I was noticing about him that I hadn't before. We spent most of the time fooling around and being silly. But after he finished he got serious and was looking at me kind of strangely across the table. "What is it?" I asked. "Does it still hurt?" "Does what still hurt? Oh! My mouth! Yeah it still hurts! You got me good." "I am so sorry about that Billy. I feel terrible about it." He said, sadly. "I know you feel bad. Look, it's alright. I forgive you, okay? I didn't mean it last night when I said I wouldn't forgive you." "It's not that..." He wasn't looking at me anymore. He was kind of playing with his spoon and staring at it. "It's just... I... Do you... I mean... Ah! This is hard..." He looked at me again. "If you didn't know who your dad was, do you think you'd still act like him?" "Do I act like him now?" "Yeah! Can't you tell?" "No I don't!" I said sternly. "Yes you do! You talk the same way. You're both real straightforward. You don't hide what you're feeling. If you get mad you just say whatever's on your mind. You're both really nice. You both like the same kind of music. You both look after people, even if they don't realize it. You both do things for other people and don't expect anything back. You even have the same laugh." "I don't do the evil chuckle!" "Oh yes you do! You just don't notice. Oh, you both have green eyes too." "His eyes are hazel! What are you getting at?" "Well... It's just... I'm... I'm scared, alright? I'm really scared. What if I turn out just like my father?" "That's impossible!" I said. I still was thinking about what he said... Do I really do those things? "No it isn't! I've got his genes Billy! Half of my DNA is his! What if I got all the bad genes?" "It doesn't work that way! Look, if I act like my dad, it's because he's always around me, not because of my chromosomes! If I didn't see him everyday, I wouldn't act like him." "Then why did I hit you? Why did I get into that argument with Mrs. Smith? Why am I angry all the time, even though I don't want to be? Why doesn't my mom look at me the way she used to anymore? Why is she starting to treat me different? You ever notice I don't look like her? Gee, I wonder who I look like? I mean, she probably sees me and sees the guy who attacked her." "That's bull, you're just under a lot of stress! And you're a teenager! My mom always says we're supposed to be wacky, even when we don't want to be! Remember when I was miserable back when grandma was sick!" "Yeah, well at least you didn't kick a second grader in the leg!" "What?" I was really confused now... "That little Tommy Doman called me a name so I kicked him right in the leg. He's seven years old and I kicked him! What kind of monster am I turning into!?!" Tears were starting to form in his eyes. "And then there's you... The one person who I lo... I mean... my best friend. And I punched you in the face. And don't say you made me do it. I was trying to hurt you before you said what you said. That just made me react. And Mrs. Smith... I wanted to hurt her feelings when I said that on the bus. Why? I don't know." "Have you told your mom how you're feeling? She really helped me." "You sound like your dad again. Yeah that's good; "Hi mom, I've noticed that you seem to be behaving differently around me. Is it because I am beginning to look more and more like the person who raped you? Maybe you wish you hadn't of had me in the first place." That's going to be really good!" "Well she must know somebody..." "Yeah, who could hear all about my problems and then go right to her and tell her about it. No thanks. Look, I know that it helped you. But really, you're the exception. Billy, you just don't understand, okay? No one can help me. All this has done has fuck up my life for four months. It's something I have to sort out on my own." "No it's not! Listen to me. You don't have to do anything alone! Can't you see that? I want to help you. My dad wants to help you. Your mom wants to help you. You've tried to handle it alone for this long and look what it's done to you! You're miserable. You hit me. You hurt people... People that care about you. You need help! And you can't get it from us then we've failed you!" We both sat there, looking across the table at each other. I was waiting to see how he'd reply. He didn't. He just sat there and started looking at his spoon again. I could see tears forming in his eyes. "Look at me, Brett." I demanded. He looked up from his spoon. "Don't you see that I want to make you feel better? Let me help you! Just tell me what to do. And don't say to leave you alone because that's not going to happen." "Okay, I need you to help me talk to my mom." He said, as a tear finally escaped down his cheek. "Oh..." I said, kind of surprised. But then I felt a feeling of determination. "Well, let's go." That takes care of Chapter Six. For those who ask for longer chapters, this is about as big as I'll probably get. Do you get the feeling Billy was actually trying to hurt Brett for a while there? Surely our little William wouldn't try to get revenge for his busted lip, would he? I actually did have a friend poke me in the eye once. It hurts like hell! Okay, Chapter Seven: Old Wounds, is next. In it, we will actually meet Brett's mom! She'll actually speak for the first time in our story. Who knows what she'll have to say? Speaking of that... What do you have to say? You know I like the email! Send it my way at: vicioussquirrel@hotmail.com I found out that somebody shot my squirrel that I based my address on. I was pretty bummed about it. Then an email friend sent me a nice picture of a new squirrel, so I felt better! See you later!