Date: Thu, 01 Jun 2000 10:26:59 EDT From: William Watts Subject: A Tragic Love - chapter 9 Legal Notice: The following story contains descriptions of graphic sexual acts. The story is a work of fiction and has no basis in reality. Don't read this story if: **You're not 18 or over, **If it is illegal to read this type of material where you live, **Or if you don't want to read about gay/bi people in love or having sex. The author retains copyright to this story. Placing this story on a website or reproducing this story for distribution without the author's permission is a violation of that copyright. Legal action will be taken against violators. If you have enjoyed reading this story, you will find other stories by me at http://www.teenboyauthors.org/thewolf/, in the 'Other Stories' section. E-mail responses to the stories, story suggestions or other 'constructive' comments or advice may be sent to: bwstories44@hotmail.com. * * * * * * * * A Tragic Love - by BW (Young-Friends). Copyright 2000 by bwstories44 Chapter 9 - Two different sides of life: the agony and the ecstasy. January 2000 I lie on my bed, my mind wandering over that fantastic February night and every wonderful second of it. We were so in love and we shared some of the most intimate moments we have had so far. David's father had not been too happy when we ran into him the next afternoon but I shook it off as a bad day at the office. David said later that his father started making little comments about finding friends closer to home and he told David that we came from two different worlds and we would never be long- term friends. We were beginning to wonder if his dad had, somehow, found out about our sexual encounters. David concluded that, if he had, he would have most likely ordered David to stop seeing me, so we dismissed the idea. David and I were already planning to spend the week of spring break together. My mom was happy that I had such a special friend, if only she knew how special, and she agreed to the arrangement. This time, grandpa grudgingly told my mom that he'd do my chores. I was really glad that she asked him this time and not me. All signs of winter were starting to fade away and the warm spring weather was starting to become the norm. Every morning, I could hear the birds begin to sing their welcome to the spring renewal of life and I could smell of the signs of the blossoming of new plant life. The time had come and we were attending our last day of classes before the weeklong recess. David told me that he wouldn't be back from an outing with his dad (no, not that kind of outing) until late Sunday and I was to come over Monday morning, late morning so he could sleep in. I was kind of wishing that the poets and authors were right, that in the spring a young boy's fancy turns to thoughts of love (and, hopefully, sex). If I was truly lucky, David would be already infected. Well, I know they were right, at least about me. Monday morning I set my alarm so I wouldn't oversleep. I never set my alarm when I'm on vacation. Oh, well. I guess that I'm hopeless. Anyway, I got out of bed, prepared myself and packed my backpack, looking forward to five days alone with my soul mate. I arrived at David's house but I didn't see him around. I rang the doorbell and one of the domestics let me in, she knew who I was from my previous visits. I bounded up the stairs, quietly opened his door and saw him sleeping peacefully on his bed. I ran toward the bed, threw my body in the air and landed on my target. David jolted upward as I made impact. "Wake up, sleepyhead. Time to rise and shine." "You scared the shit out of me you asshole. Fine way to treat the one you love. You almost gave me a heart attack." "Sorry, I just couldn't resist the temptation." "Apology accepted though I'm not sure why. Let me get dressed and we'll go get something to eat." "I prefer you without your clothes." "I bet you do but the help doesn't get much work done when I run around nude." "So, you've done that before." "No, you asshole. I just concluded that they would be hopelessly distracted once they saw this perfect male specimen." "Think again, buddy, and, hey, that's the second time in a few minutes that you've called me an asshole. Are you hinting that you want me to leave or you don't love me any more?" "Neither. I was just was lashing out because of the extremely rude way I was awakened. Come on, I've got to eat to get enough strength to fool with you." "Multi-course breakfast coming up. Follow me to your table, sir." I ate, too, even though I had already eaten at home. I guess my boy metabolism was in overdrive in anticipation of the day's menu of events. We finished breakfast slightly before lunchtime and we returned to David's room. David shut the door and made his first request. "Billy, I'm very horny and I want you to ride my dick like you were busting broncos. What do you think?" "I don't have to think. I'm ready, willing and, I hope to prove to you, able." We started to undress each other, fumbling with the buttons, belts and zippers, trying to fulfill David's needs. We started the foreplay; kissing, licking, groping - all the usual stuff. David rolled over and reached into his nightstand and extracted the bottle of baby oil I gave him for Christmas. I lubed up his granite pole and he started to oil up my love tunnel. He worked various combinations of fingers into my chute until I informed him I was ready. David laid on the bed, pushing his penis forward so it was standing up straight. I squatted over him, lowering my pucker hole until it touched the head of his cock. I dropped onto it, swallowing the head quickly, and then I slid down his shaft until my testicles were resting in his patch of pubic hair. He smiled blissfully, in anticipation of what was to come, and I started to ride my boy like I was a rodeo star. I was launching skyward and then crashing back into his lap, delirious from the sensations that his penis caused as it constantly stroked my prostrate. We were in the throws of passion when the door to his room opened and we realized, too late, that the door was never locked. "David. Have you seen my.." It was David's dad and he froze when he saw what we were doing. "You fucking little faggot. What are you doing to my son?" I jumped off of David and landed on the far side of his bed, away from his father. I was trying to apologize to him as I reached for my clothes. I found my pants and shirt but I knew that my sneakers were on the other side of the bed. There was no way I was going to worry about my briefs and my socks. I looked up and saw David's father charging me, approaching around the foot of the bed. I leapt in the air and bounded over the still immobile form of my lover and I landed on the floor on the other side of the bed. I grabbed my sneakers, flew out the door, bounded down the back stairs and bolted out of the house. I ran off of the deck and onto the lawn, heading toward the tree house. When I turned around, there was no one following me and I decided that David's father must have either given up or he was talking to David. Damn, was I glad that I wasn't in my lover's place? I dressed quickly and put on my shoes. I was just finishing tying the laces when I saw David's father striding out onto the deck. He looked around, saw me under the tree and came off the deck the same side that I had. As he moved in my direction, I ran to the other side of the yard, past the pool, through the barbecue/bar area and out the gate by the garage. I ran out front, jumped on my bike and headed for home. When I was at the end of the first block, I heard a car start behind me. I looked back and saw David's father backing his car into the street. Shit, he wasn't going to give up. I started cutting down side streets, turning left here and right there, trying to lose his father in a maze of streets. I had turned several times, as I approached the less desirable side of town, and I neared the road that would take me to my grandfather's house. Thank god that David's father didn't know exactly where I lived. I was making my final turn before I reached the home stretch when I heard the wailing of a siren and saw the flashing lights of a police car approaching rapidly from behind me. Damn! He must have called the police from his cell phone while he was driving his car. I pedaled up my road, with the cop car pulling up even with me, and the officer inside the vehicle was telling me to give up. "Pull it over, son. You can't outrun a car." I kept going. There was no way I was going to let him lock me up. "Listen kid. Stop right now before you force me to take more serious action. I pedaled harder, ignoring his advice. "Have it your way, kid," he yelled as he swerved car in front of my bike and slammed on the brakes. I tried to avoid crashing into his fender but the front tire of the bike grazed the front bumper of the car and the collision threw me into the ditch. When I looked up, the policeman was standing over me, reaching to help me up. I tried to move away but he grabbed my shirt. I swiveled around, unexpectedly, and knocked his arm away, causing him to lose his grip on my garment. I heard him utter a few expletives as I raced up the bank. I was just about to reach the top of the little knoll when something entangled my legs and caused me to come crashing forward. I later found out that the officer had tackled me. It was my luck that he was a former high school football player. He slid his body forward, putting his weight on the back on my legs. He grabbed my left arm, twisted it behind my back, and I felt the cold steel of the handcuffs slide around my wrist. With my left arm secure, he reached for my right arm and performed the same operation. Now, there wasn't a whole hell of a lot that I could do. He pulled me into a standing position and dragged me down the embankment, toward his car. Just before he pushed me into the back seat, he addressed me. "You're in a whole heap of shit now, son." What a masterful way to state the obvious. As the officer was loading my bike into the trunk, I saw Mr. Michaels drive up behind us. He glared at me through the back window, pointed to the bike and said something to the policeman, then, got back in his car and drove away. The cop got back in his car and, the next thing I knew, I was standing in front of the desk sergeant, who was filling out some forms. I was placed in a cell, away from all other prisoners (probably because of my age), and I sat alone shaking, wondering what would happen to me next. I was overwhelmed by this massive sinking feeling in the pit of my gut that told me that my life, as I knew it, was over and I would probably never see David again. I sat there becoming more and more depressed when the main door opened and in walked my mother, my grandfather and some guy in a suit. I couldn't look my mother or grandfather in the eye, as they introduced the other man as my attorney, Mr. Shay. I couldn't believe this, me in need of a lawyer. Who'd have thought that I would have ended up in a mess like this? Mr. Shay started to explain the situation and he let all of us know what would happen next. "The boy's a juvenile, so this will be handled in family court. We will have to go before the judge, he will order an investigation, some people will come to visit and talk with you and then the judge will make a ruling. Even though it looks bleak, you're in the best possible position by having this dealt with in family court and not in criminal court." "What's the boy charged with?" That was my grandfather asking the question. "From what I've seen, he's being charge with petty larceny and resisting arrest." "What'd you steal, Billy?" My grandfather asked, looking me directly in the eye. "Nothing, honest." "Mr. Shay. What did they say the boy stole?" "The report mentioned something about a bicycle but I won't know for sure until I get my copy of the complaint form." "I didn't steal the bike. My friend, David, gave it to me." "Well, if we can verify that, we can get rid of that charge. They'll probably release Billy into your custody while we wait to go to court but he'll probably end up here for the night. They still have to finish filling out the charges, get complaints signed, forward copies to the D.A.'s office and me and, then, find a judge to hear the preliminary. Court will most likely be out for the day before all of that is done. Just hold in there, Billy, and I'll see you tomorrow morning. Mr. & Mrs. Maynard, if you'll come with me I have some things to go over with you and some paperwork that needs to be signed." "My name's Ross. Maynard was the last name of my daughter's worthless husband," my grandfather snapped back at my lawyer. "Sorry, my mistake. Mrs. Maynard and Mr. Ross, will you please follow me? I watched them leave and I heard the dull thud of the lock closing behind them, telling me that I was completely alone in this place. I felt great when the lawyer told me that we could get the theft charged dropped but my heart sank when he told me that I'd probably have to spend the night. I looked at my surroundings. The cell must have been about ten feet long and ten feet wide. It had a stainless steel cot, with a thin mattress, sheet and blanket and some ratty old pillow. There was a stainless steel sink, a stainless steel toilet (with no toilet seat) and a stainless steel table with a stool, both of which were bolted down to the cement floor. Yeah, this looked like it was going to be a whole lot of fun. About an hour later, I heard the door being opened again and one of the guards came in carrying a tray of food and a carton of milk. It looks like it is dinnertime. There was some unknown meat, a few French fries and a scoop of corn on the tray. There was also a small piece of cake, which reminded me of the birthday cake that David and I had shared on our special night. The guard came back a half an hour later and collected the tray and spoon I ate with. He said lights out would be at nine and breakfast would be served at six. I haven't gone to bed by nine since I was eight and I don't remember ever getting up by six. I walked over and lie down on the cot, staring at the ceiling and going over the events of the day in my head. My dream week, which I had looked forward to with such expectation, had just crashed and burned. Now, I was spending my vacation behind bars. I must have drifted off to sleep, constantly replaying the nightmare that had only just begun. * * * * * * * * If you have enjoyed reading this story, you will find other stories by me at http://www.teenboyauthors.org/thewolf/, in the 'Other Stories' section. E-mails may be sent to: bwstories44@hotmail.com.