Date: Sun, 14 Sep 2003 16:55:58 -0400 From: Jeff Wilson Subject: W.A.R. Part Four - Chapter 13 W.A.R. Part Four - Rehabilitation Chapter Thirteen -- Welcome Home by Jeff Wilson "Hey Billy! What's wrong?" Dustin asked. He must have noticed that I was acting different than usual. It's hard to act normal after your heart's been ripped out. "Nothing's wrong, Dustin. I've just got a lot of stuff on my mind." I said. "Stuff?" Dustin said. "Stuff like what?" "Oh, nevermind!" I said. "Billy! Tell me what's wrong with you!" Dustin insisted. "Fine! Brett hates my guts now because I'm friends with you again! There! You happy?" "Billy, you don't have to be upset about that. Forget about Brett. I love you. I've always loved you. And I want to show you how much I love you." Dustin kissed me. I thought about making him stop, but I couldn't. He reached down and started to massage my privates. I couldn't help it, I started to kiss him back. Dustin managed to pull down my pants and underwear. He leaned down to my dick. "Trust me, you don't need Brett," he said before taking my dick into his mouth. It felt so good. I lost any thought of making him stop. I wanted him to do it. I loved the feeling of his mouth on my dick. I loved the feeling of my white stuff flowing out of me, into his mouth. I rolled over, and felt it smear against my belly. I felt... wet... and cold... and... That's when I woke up. "Whoa..." I said as I jerked from the dream to being wide awake. I sat up and felt the cold slimy wetness on my belly. Perfect. Just perfect... I had to get up and clean myself off. I slipped my legs out of bed and stood up. I had made a mess on my sheets as well. I don't know which is more embarrassing, this or piss. I walked to the bathroom and washed myself off. I wasn't worried about going to the bathroom naked. I'd done it so often since I had started sleeping without clothes on that it didn't bother me anymore. I had never been caught, and I figured I never would. Mom was a sound sleeper. My dad would be coming home in the evening. I was really happy about that. It was hard to believe that he'd been gone for a month. He was working very hard to get himself back to one hundred percent. Mom told me that he'd never truly be back to normal again, but I didn't want to believe that. I just knew that he was going to be okay. Mom brought home an exercise bike and some other exercise equipment. Dad wasn't going to let a stroke stop him. In fact, he'd probably end up stronger than ever. I finished cleaning myself off and walked back to my room. What a strange dream I had had. I wanted to try to remember it, but it was already slipping into nothingness. I hate when I have a dream and then can't remember what it was about. All I knew was that it had Dustin in it, and that I ended up making a mess in my bed. Everything else was fading away. I slipped back to sleep, hoping to dream again. But instead, I just woke up and it was morning, instantly. I didn't have to go to volleyball that day. Miss Winston told me to enjoy the day and my dad. Mom had planned for a few friends to come over. She would have invited the whole town if dad hadn't insisted that he "didn't want the whole damn neighborhood in my house when I haven't even been in it in a month." So there wouldn't be a bunch of people hanging around that I would have to entertain. Mom told me that I could invite Brett if I wanted. She probably wondered why I got pissed off when she said that. I hadn't meant to get into an argument with her, but I did. I wish I could find the person who invented caller-id and beat them over the head with a phone. I knew that was why nobody ever answered the phone when I called Brett's house. And when I tried to call from Joey's house Brett hung up on me. Really, how mature was that? Sure I called him a bastard and insulted his mom, but that's no reason to be rude. I did learn something interesting at Joey's though. He was still as girl crazy as ever, but mostly, he wanted to talk about how he went out with Angela Johnson and how he had sex with her. That was all he wanted to talk about. "You've got to do it, Billy! It's awesome!" He'd say. "I knew she was an easy fuck when I went out with her. I just lay down on my back and she was on top of me. Fuck, I came in like twenty seconds. And that was with a condom on. She just took it off and blew me until I was hard again. Then she put me back in her again. I fucked her for like five minutes." I wanted to care. I really did. I figured Joey would have sex before me. I don't think I'll ever have sex with a girl. I just don't want to do it. Joey was telling me all about how he'd set me up with somebody if I wanted to do it. But I talked my way out of it. "Come on, Billy. Shit. What are you, some kind of fag or something?" He asked after I'd turned down his offer of hooking me up with Angela. "No. It's just... She's your girlfriend. I wouldn't want to..." "Girlfriend?" Joey laughed. "Shit, Billy. She's a hoe. She'd fuck you. Hell, she'd fuck anybody. She'd probably fuck us both at the same time." "No thanks." I said. "Fuck Billy! You are such a fucking queer." "No I'm not! Shut up! I just don't want to do it like that. That's all well and good for you. But I want my first time to be special. I don't want to have sex with just anybody." "Shit, you're not gay. You're a fucking prude." Joey said condescendingly. Part of my wanted to tell him that I wasn't nearly as innocent as he thought I was, but the smart part of me knew to keep my mouth shut and let him think what he wanted. That was Wednesday. Just two days ago. But they were two of the longest days of my life. No matter what I did, no matter who I hung out with, it didn't make the pain go away. It didn't make up for the fact that my heart was ripped out. The realization sank in slowly. Monday night slipped away into Tuesday with no word from Brett. Tuesday melted into Wednesday... Wednesday into Thursday, into today... I kept waiting and waiting. But Brett never called and never answered if I called him. I wished that Miss Winston hadn't given me the day off. At least I would have had something to do while my soul was slowly dying. I thought about going to Mike's. But after what I tried to do on Monday, I didn't want to even talk to him. I had humiliated myself more than I had ever thought possible. Finally, at about noon, I decided to take a walk. I walked down to the park by the river. I figured I could sit on that little bench by the river and just think for a while. But as I approached the bench, I saw that someone was already sitting there. It was a person with brown hair. Could it be? Could it possibly be him? I walked toward the bench. It had to be him, it just had to be! Just as I was getting close enough to see for sure who it was, the person turned around. "Oh! Hi there kiddo!" "Oh... Hi Mike..." I said dejectedly. "Try not to sound so excited. Come here, sit down," he said, motioning to the space next to him on the bench. I slowly walked toward him and sat down on the bench. "Wow, what a view!" You ever been here before?" Mike asked. "Yeah. My grandma used to bring me here when I was little. I come here sometimes when I need to think." "Oh, so this is your stump, huh?" "What?" I asked, confused. "You know. Dustin has his stump, you have your park bench." He threw a piece of bread to a nearby duck. "Oh... I guess. I don't come here to cry though. Well, except for one time." "Dustin's dad came to visit me the other day." Mike said. "Really? What did he say?" I asked. "He wanted to see what was so interesting that kept his boy at my house so much. I showed him the computer games I let him play. I figure if he thinks that Dustin just comes over to play video games, he won't think anything suspicious is going on." "Yeah, you wouldn't want him to think that you were fucking him, would you now?" I said. "What do you mean by that?" Mike asked. "Nothing! I'm just saying, that's all. You wouldn't want him to think that when he comes over that anything illegal happens. Even though it does." "I told you, it was..." "It was a mistake." I interrupted. "Well I'm sure Dustin would love to hear that. "Sorry Dustin, I didn't mean to fuck you. It just happened."" Mike looked at me, angrily at first. Then his face changed from anger to something else that I couldn't understand. Then he said, "I know why you're acting like this. You still haven't made up with Brad, have you?" "It's Brett," I corrected. "And no, I haven't made up with him yet and it's all your fault." "My fault?" Mike asked. "Yeah. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have rushed to be friends with Dustin. I would have just let things happen and Brett would have had more time to adjust." "So you don't think your little friend is being an unreasonable little prick for making you chose between him and Dustin?" "Fuck you, Mike!" I shouted angrily. "It's true isn't it? That's the problem, right? Billy, I'm not trying to hurt your relationship with Brett. I'm just trying to help Dustin. If he thinks that's a bad thing, well, I say that's too damn bad." "Okay, so he doesn't like Dustin. That doesn't make him a bad person. I'm not saying that he's a saint. But he's my best friend. I know he can act a little jealous sometimes, but so can I. So can Dustin, for that matter." I said. "So he's not a miserable little prick then?" Mike asked. "No." I said. "And he didn't call you a "no good queer" and threaten to kill you?" "No." I said, ashamed that I'd lied. "Then what are you doing down here with me? Why aren't you walking right to his house and making up with him?" "Because... Because he said... Err... I mean... Well..." "Because you acted like a jerk and you're embarrassed about it. You're scared and you think he's not going to forgive you." Mike said. "No! I mean... Not really. I just... I'm concerned." "Concerned? Billy, go make up with that boy. Don't abandon Dustin. Stand up for yourself. If Brett is truly your best friend, then he'll respect your right to be friends with whoever you want. Tell him you are glad that he wants to look out for you, but you want to make your own decisions." "What if he tells me he doesn't want to be my friend anymore?" "Well, at least you will have tried." Mike said. I decided to take Mike's advice and go to Brett's house. He offered to drive me to Brett's, but I decided to walk. It would give me more time to think, or to change my mind. It seemed like an incredibly long walk. It was all uphill, for one thing. I was trying to remember what Mike had said. But at the same time, I was reliving what I had said to Brett the last time I'd seen him, especially what I'd called him. The more I thought about that, the less I remembered what Mike had said to do. I passed Mrs. Fox's house and there stood Brett's house. A house that I had felt right at home in just a few weeks ago. It seemed huge now. It was never this overwhelming from the front. It looked like what it was: the home of a doctor. It made my house look like junk, that's for sure. The grass was freshly cut and it looked like there was a new coat of white paint on the walls. Brett never was one to act like somebody with lots of money, but from the looks of things, he sure had it. I walked up to the front door and knocked. My heart was pounding so hard that I felt like it was going to burst right out. That would have been an interesting scene. Brett would have opened his door to find me lying there on the ground with a big hole in my chest. There was no answer. I knocked again. Still no answer. So either he wasn't home, or he knew it was me and didn't want to answer. I didn't feel like walking home, so I just sat down on the front step. I wasn't going to stay there long. Just long enough to get enough energy to walk home. As I was about to head home, I heard the door open behind me. "I was wondering how long you were going to stick around." Brett said coldly. "You're here!" I said excitedly. "Yeah." Brett replied. "Can I talk to you for a minute?" I asked. "Can't you take a fucking hint? You blew it, okay? It's over. You and me are through. All I did was look out for you and you turned your back on me. So you can go be friends with Dustin all you want. And when he decides to hurt you, well don't come crying to me." "I'm sorry, Brett!" "Sorry? Why? All you did was tell the selfish little bastard to mind his own fucking business. Why should you be sorry about that? No, no! I insist! You were right about me! I'm just a spoiled little brat who has nothing better to do than try to ruin your life. Oh, and my mom is a terrible parent! I guess that's what happens when your dad's a fucking criminal, huh?" "Brett, please listen to me." "NO! Why should I listen to you? Why should I listen to somebody who hates my lousy stinking guts? Huh? You have an answer for that?" "I don't hate you! You know that I don't! You know how I get when I'm mad, Brett." "I do. It seems to me that you tend to say what you really think when you get mad. I think you're more honest when you're angry. I think you say exactly what's on your mind, and the more it hurts, the more you use it." "I don't want you to hate me, Brett! Please! You know that I love you. What I said that day, it was so stupid. I've been kicking myself everyday since then. I've been miserable." "You've been miserable? Why? You've had your good buddy Dustin to keep you company." "Don't you get it? I don't love Dustin. He's just a friend. He's a good friend, but he's not you. I love you." "Billy, if that's true, then why are you so willing to put him between us?" "I'm not! You're the one doing that. I'm not saying that I didn't mean everything I said. Some of it was true. You are over-reacting about Dustin. Brett, if you knew what I know about what's happening to Dustin, you'd understand why I have to stay friends with him. I can't just abandon him. But that doesn't mean that I don't love you." "Okay, if I would understand why you have to be friends with Dustin if I knew what's happening to him, then why don't you tell me?" "I don't think I can tell you." I said. "Tell me." Brett said sternly. "Alright... I saw Mike when I went to visit my dad down in Morgantown. He told me about why he and Dustin were fucking that day. Then he told me that he thinks Dustin's dad might have been fucking Amanda, and then when she got too fat he switched to Dustin." Brett stared at me with a confused expression on his face. "That doesn't make sense Billy. Sure, Mr. Smith's an asshole, but even he wouldn't do something that sick. Besides, if Mike's having sex with Dustin, then what's to say he's not just lying to keep you from telling on him?" "I've thought of that too, but I think he's being honest. I don't think he's having sex with Dustin just to do it. I think he really cares about him." "So your friendship with Dustin... Are you supposed to be some kind of spy or something? You're not going to throw yourself into trouble with his dad are you?" "No. I'm just being his friend. I'm not trying to do anything special. I wanted to be his friend anyway. It's just that you and him don't get along and it blew up." "Well I guess that was kind of my fault. I don't like him and I don't even know why. I still think he's kind of a jerk. I don't trust him very much. And he did kick you, after all." "Well if what Mike says is true, then that kind of explains why, doesn't it?" "I guess. So what happens to us now?" Brett asked. "I don't know, but I know that I don't want to go another day without you with me." "Well, I'm sorry if you thought I was being selfish. Maybe I was, I guess. You're hard to share. The last thing I wanted you to think was that I thought of you as my property or something. I know that you can make friends with whoever you want, but it doesn't mean I have to agree with you." "And I'm really really sorry that I got mad at you and called you what I did. It was stupid." I said. "Yeah. But you know, it's not really the word that bothers me. It's the fact that you used it because you wanted to hurt me. You do that without even thinking. You find the meanest thing to say and then use it. It hurts, you know." "I'm sorry, Brett. I really am. Can I make it up to you somehow?" "Sure, come on inside. Maybe we can find a way to make up." He said with a smile. I followed Brett into the house, relieved that he wasn't mad anymore about what happened. He knew that he was wrong for getting jealous about Dustin. I knew I was wrong to go too far getting angry with him. It's funny... I had come to his house not knowing what was going to happen. I was scared, really. I wasn't scared of Brett, or of his mom. But I was scared of what might happen. What if he had told me to go away? What if he had said he would never forgive me? I didn't want to think about what my life would be like without him. The days that had passed without him seemed to last for months. I wanted to make sure he knew just how much he meant to me. Brett walked up to his room and I followed. He closed the door behind us. "I hated being mad at you." He said. "It felt like my guts were being ripped out." "I know what you mean." I replied. "I wish we could never fight again, but I know we will sometimes. I promise that I won't be an ass about it and hang up on you like I did. We really should have talked about it sooner. Once we started talking things just fixed themselves." "I guess it's because neither one of us really wanted to be mad anymore." I said. "I was mad at you. I thought, "You want to be friends with Dustin, then go right ahead." But the more I thought about it, the stupider it seemed. Like you can't be friends with him and me both. It doesn't mean I'm inviting him over to play or anything, but I can deal with you and him being friends." "That's cool. So, what do you want to do to make up?" I asked. "Hmmm... Can you think of anything?" Brett said mischievously. "Oh, I have a few ideas." I replied. Brett came to me and kissed me softly on the lips. "I've missed that," he said. He leaned in and did it again. I hugged him tightly, feeling his body pressed against me again. He slipped his hands into my shirt and rubbed my back gently. Before too long, the shirts were gone. I loved feeling his bare chest against mine. I had to have more though, so I started to unbutton his shorts. Brett stopped me. "Wait. I know that you love me. I don't need you to do anything to prove that to me. I'll love you no matter what. We don't have to do anything today if you don't want to. Just having you back with me is enough." "I know." I said. Then I gave the button of his shorts a tug. They slipped down his legs, leaving him in his boxers and socks. I slipped my hands into his boxers and felt his soft backside. He kissed me again while working on my shorts. Brett didn't waste any time pulling both my shorts and underwear a yank. His hands quickly found my growing dick. I slowly worked his boxers off and Brett squeezed both of our dicks together in his hands while continuing to kiss me. After standing for a while, kissing and just holding each other close, we lay down together on the bed. I lay down on my back and Brett rested on top of me. I don't think I could ever get tired of feeling his tongue exploring my mouth, while I did the same to him. His hips grinded ever so slowly into me, pressing his dick against mine. He slid down to my side and sucked on my nipple while slowly stoking me. I groaned as his tongue traced its way toward my privates. He stopped short though, and worked his way back up to my other nipple. Our legs intertwined as he rubbed his body against me. I felt my body tingle as we touched. "Brett, I love you." I said breathlessly and he worked on my belly button. "I want to do it, Brett. I want you to do it." "What, you mean this?" He asked as he licked carefully around the tip of my dick. "No, I mean I want to do "it" with you. I want you to have sex with me." I said. Brett stopped sucking and looked up at me, which looked so incredibly cute with my dick still in his mouth. He let me slip out and asked, "Are you sure?" "I want to do it Brett. I want you inside me. I've never wanted you more than I do now." "Okay," he said. He rolled over and found his lotion under his bed. Then he rolled back to me. He opened the bottle and spread some of the lotion on his fingers. "I better do this first before, like the stories all say." He pushed my legs up and started rubbing his fingers on my hole. It felt really weird at first. I had never really messed around down there. He carefully slipped one of his fingers inside me. He worked it in and out for a little bit. Then he slipped in another finger, then a third. It hurt a little bit, but he was so gentle that it didn't hurt for long. The hardest thing was keeping my legs up in the air. "You ready?" He asked. "I think... Just make sure you use a lot of that stuff." I said. "You want to put it on?" He asked. That seemed like a fun idea, so I squeezed some of the lotion on his dick and then rubbed it all over his dick. "Okay, so how do you want to do this?" He asked. "I want to watch you. I want to see your face while you do it." I said. I was starting to get a nervous about it now. His dick seemed a lot bigger, now that I knew where he was going to put it. He wasn't much more than six inches, but he was pretty thick. "Okay, this is it." He whispered. He got on his knees on the bed and pushed my legs up high. I rested my feet on his shoulders. Brett positioned his dick under me. I could only see down to about his belly button, but I knew what was going on below that. I felt the tip of his dick press against my butt. "This is our last chance to stop. After this, there's no changing our minds." Brett said hoarsely. "I don't want you to stop." I said, feeling like I was going to be sick. I was shaking a little bit. Brett pressed his hips forward a little bit. I felt the pressure against my butt hole. It started to hurt a little bit, but I was determined to go through with this. The pressure got stronger and stronger and then suddenly stopped. Brett was inside me. "Ouch!" I yelped. I felt a sharp pain jolt right through my back. Brett started to pull back out. "No, no! Leave it in! I just need to get used to it." I said. Brett stopped pulling out and just kept still. "I can't believe we're doing this." Brett said, staring down where we were connected. He rubbed his finger on my over-stretched hole around his dick where he was slowly starting to slide deeper and deeper into me. I stopped him a few more times before he finally had his whole penis inside me. "How does it feel?" I asked. "Neat." Brett replied. "It's soft inside you. It's like I'm putting my dick in warm milk. It feels really good. I'm probably gonna squirt real fast. I can't believe we're actually doing this." "I think you can fuck me now. It doesn't hurt anymore. It might feel better if you start." Brett didn't pull out, he just pushed himself against me. Then he did it again. I relaxed my legs a bit and Brett held them with his arms. Brett stayed on his knees, but leaned into me. It caused my legs to lift up toward my chest. I rested them against his sides and just enjoyed feeling him inside me. Brett kept his eyes fixed on his dick sliding into and out of me, and I kept my eyes on him. I loved watching him enjoying my body. My dick started to feel like it was going to squirt, and my insides felt like Brett was sending wave after wave of pleasure into me. Brett's thrusting got a little stronger and his breathing was getting more and more rapid. He pressed himself deep into me, closed his eyes and grunted softly a few times. I knew that he was squirting his white stuff deep into me. I quickly jerked my own dick a few times and shot my own white stuff all over my chest. Brett rested on top of me, my semen mixing with our sweat and gluing us together. Brett's dick slowly slipped out of me. "Wow..." Brett sighed. "That was definitely worth waiting for." "So you liked it?" I asked. Brett chuckled. "It was fucking awesome. Literally. What about you?" "It hurt a bit a first. But it was worth it. It doesn't even seem real. We've had sex now." "Yep." Brett said between kisses on my neck. "We're like, not virgins now. You came inside me. If I was a girl, I'd be getting pregnant. I can't get over how you made me feel." "Me too. So what happens now?" he asked. "What do you mean?" Brett rolled off of me and propped his head up on his arm, resting on his side. "I mean, now that we've done it, what happens next?" "I don't know. I guess life just goes on like usual. Except you and me are even closer than ever. And you've got to come to my house to see my dad." "That's right! He's coming home today isn't he? Let's get cleaned up and get over there." We showered together quickly and Brett left a note for his mom. Then we walked over to my house. It was getting late in the evening and some of the friends my mom invited arrived. At around 8:00 my mom and dad arrived. Dad was using a cane, and he looked worn out, but he was very happy to be home. We had some cake and ice cream and celebrated dad's homecoming. He told the story of how he was working on Mr. Nicholson's new room when he felt sick and eventually collapsed. He told everyone about the work that he had to do every day at the rehab center. Eventually, everyone went home. Brett decided to walk back to his house. I would have walked back with him, but Brett told me to stay with my dad. I figured that was probably a good idea. So with everyone gone, it was just my mom, my dad and me. "Whew. Am I glad that's over with." Dad said as he sank into his chair. "Ah! I missed this chair. So, what have you been up to while I was gone, boy?" "Oh, a little bit of everything I guess." I replied as I rested on the couch. I felt a little zap of pain in my backside when I sat down to remind me of just what I'd been up to while he was gone. "Well, I'm going to bed." Mom said as she walked in from the kitchen. "Just a second, I'll join you." Dad replied. He worked himself up out of his chair and slowly walked toward the hallway using his cane. "Don't forget to turn out the lights, boy," he said as mom helped him to their room. I got up from the couch and sat down in his chair. I found the remote control for the television and flipped through the channels. I stopped when I saw Clint Eastwood. It was "Josey Wales." I relaxed and watched the movie for a while. I was exhausted after an extremely busy day. Dad was home. Brett and I were back together. And we had sex. All in one day. I never made it to the end of the movie. I drifted off to sleep in my dad's chair, dreaming of Brett and Dustin and the Old West. The End of Part Four +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Okay. That's all I've got. This was a fun chapter to put together. But it was hard. There were a lot of things to pull together. Now it's time to bring a close this portion of the story and to reflect a bit. The adults have played a major role in the story. We still are not entirely sure about the motivations of Dustin's dad and Mike. Dr. Reilly was very important through part four. I wonder how she'll handle Billy's insults of chapter 12. Brett may have forgiven Billy, but how will she deal with it? And of course, George is back now. But what struggles await him now? He is definitely not back to normal, mentally or physically. We'll see more of this in the next part. Dustin was more of a focus in this part. You may have noticed a little bit of self-destructive behavior here and there. If Mike is right about him, then he is in a lot of danger. But if Mike is wrong, then what are Mike's motivations? Then there are Dustin's relationships with Billy and Brett. Dustin definitely stirred things up throughout this part. Billy and Brett... Well... I guess they had a happy ending! No longer can I joke about having the longest nifty story with no sex in it. So as Brett asked, where do they go from here? It should be interesting. Now for me. I'm making no promises. I don't know when I'll come back to this story. I have a few ideas in my head for other stories and other directions. Plus I have no motivation to continue this story right now. Email dried up, so I am wondering if people are reading anymore. It may be getting daunting to tackle the story from the beginning to this point now that we've passed forty chapters. Also, I think the end of this part was very satisfying. I'm not saying I'll never continue WAR, but I am going to put it on the shelf for a while. I do have some ideas floating around in my head about it, but I basically planned solidly only up to this point. I think you can tell from the few paragraphs above that there are ideas about the characters. But like I said, I just don't feel like dealing wih them right now. I've been at this for a year and I need to try something different now. Anyway, that's just a few thoughts about what's on my mind. Now that we've come to this point in the story, I wonder if you could be so kind as to let me know what you have thought about the story? I'd love to hear your thoughts now that we've come to (at least for a few months) the end. Was it worth your time? Let me know what's you thought about WAR. I'd really appreciate your thoughts. vicioussquirrel@hotmail.com Thank you to everyone who has written to me over the last year. I really really do appreciate all of the kindness that you have all shown to me. Your encouragement and comments have really meant a lot to me. Your support has been a huge part of this story. I can't thank you enough. Jeff