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Levi
A new story by Danny
author of such stories as...
Part III
Without my knowledge, the evening my parents had brought me home from urgent care after having my busted chin stitched up, they had put me to bed and then spent much of that evening and night talking... amongst other things. The following morning, when I had awaken, I had no idea that dad was still in the house and asleep in what used to be his and mom's bedroom. Apparently they had a night of mad, passionate sex of which I was completely oblivious too as I'd been given some incredibly powerful pain medications. I had slept that first night for a solid 13-1/2 hours! Apparently, after I was up and while I was lying on the sofa in the family room watching Adventure Time, mom had helped smuggle dad out the front door.
I guess after I had gone to bed Sunday, dad had come back over to the house. That Monday morning while mom took me to the dentist to get my tooth repaired, dad got up, showered and then left the house. Over the next two weeks, the two of them continued talking, reminiscing and apparently having multiple secret sexual rendezvous both when I wasn't home and also while I was there and completely clueless to their actions.
For two weeks, Dad wooed mom like he had back in their college days and those two weeks seemed to be just what mom needed to forgive him for everything.
How do I know about all this? Well to answer that, I need to fast forward about eight weeks to when there was a big fire in the school kitchen and the school was closed at 11AM. Everyone was sent home early. Just like it was a normal day I had walked home from school with my friends while playing, laughing and being stupid just like always. Phil came home with me, which had become the norm for him since becoming my super top-secret boyfriend. We walked into my house not expecting anyone to be home.
"What's that noise?" Phil asked.
It sounded like someone was upstairs robbing us. We heard something break just then and having watched entirely too much TV and seen one too many movies, we automatically became two police detectives. I grabbed a heavy metal candle holder and Phil picked up a glass vase. We headed toward the sound of the intruders which we discovered were in my mom's bedroom, probably rifling through her jewelry box.
Throwing open the bedroom door and Phil shouting, "DON'T MOVE! WE'RE ARMED!" we found ourselves looking on probably the most disturbing scene I will ever witness in my entire life!
My mother was sitting atop her dresser; completely nude, save for one shoe, while my father, who was also nude, was fucking her brains out mercilessly.
The four of us stood motionless for about eight seconds before out of Phil's mouth came, "Way to go Mr. Lorret!"
For the next five hours, a man hunt ensued. Having, completely freaked out at the sight of my parents fucking like rabbits, and then hearing Phil cheer my father on, I turned and bashed my poor super top secret boyfriend in the head with the metal candle stick. I then fled from my mother's bedroom. I fled the house screaming and continuously ran without stopping until my legs could carry me no further. I was over eight miles away from the house before I collapsed against a large tree, wishing I could claw my eyes out of my skull.
As I said, it took them five hours to find me and the only reason they found me was because a guy who works for my father and who knew me from last summer's work sponsored father-son softball game, had recognized me. Realizing from my hysterical state of mind that I was in distress, he detained me and called my father, who then came and picked me up.
Though my dad tried to talk to me about it at the time, I wouldn't talk or listen. I just climbed into the back seat of his car and stared out the car window.
I'll also add here that, fortunately poor Phil wasn't hurt too badly when I hit him. Actually, he blocked most of the blow with his arm. Of course he uses it against me every chance he gets just to make me feel really bad for hurting him or to get me to do something I wouldn't want to do.
But I have jumped so far ahead here. I am sure you are extremely curious as to what happened at Hollister between Phil and me and why I referred to him as my top secret boyfriend now.
I suppose I need to go all the way back to when Phil had come into my bedroom without my knowledge and saw all the posters on my walls and ceiling of Justin Bieber; including the poster on the wall above my bed, which I had printed out myself. I'd found it on Tumblr. It had been taken by the paparazzi without Justin even knowing about it. It was a picture of him standing on a hotel balcony wearing only a pair of light gray boxer-briefs. (Now you know why I like wearing boxer-briefs.) From the look of Justin, it must have been early morning because he had very messy hair and looked like he was still partially asleep. By the way, this was a picture of him since he'd cut his famous hair off and had begun to fill out in all the right places... if you know what I mean.
That wasn't the worst part of it. Phil had seen that I had outlined the bulge directly over the front of Justin's briefs and had drawn a large red heart around it.
Pretty incriminating huh?
In a complete state of shock and horror at having Phil find out my deepest, darkest secret, I stood like a stone statue, unable to move, or speak, or even breathe.
I watched as Phil's head turned ever so slowly toward me until we were looking each other in the eye. The smile on his face literally went from ear to ear. Hell I could have counted every tooth in his mouth if I had wanted too.
While still smiling so knowingly at me, he spoke, "Don't wear that gray jacket! It makes you look like you're six years old. You should wear the black one with the white stripe."
Still unable to move or speak, I just stood there like some stupid lawn gnome.
Phil then stepped toward me, took the gray jacket from my hand, and pushed me out of the way as he dove into my closet.
"Jesus you have a lot of clothes!" he said from inside the closet.
He came back out a moment later holding my black warm-up jacket which has a white strip that goes from the back, up over the left shoulder and down the front.
He tossed it to me saying, "Here put this on and let's go get my stuff. I can't wait to go skiing!"
The jacket hit me about mid chest and fell to the floor at my feet.
Phil, still smiling just as much, took two steps toward me, leaned down, picked up the jacket and then began to lace my right arm into the right sleeve without saying so much as a single word to me. He did the same to my left arm, and then zipped the jacket up to about level with my nipples. During this whole thing he kept his eyes locked on mine while smiling that same smile.
"You should probably comb your hair too." He said a half-second before he thoroughly messed up my hair.
Remember me saying how I have this thing with my hair? Yeah, well the act of him messing it up snapped me out of my stupor completely.
"PHIL NOOOOOO!" I whined as I tried to get him to stop.
He put me in a headlock, being careful to avoid my chin and proceeded to give me an extremely violent series of noogies and then, quick as a jackrabbit, he spun me around, grabbed my underwear and yanked them hard, giving me the worst wedgie ever. The bad thing was, he held it for a good long time, effectively burying my underwear so deep in my crack it would take a surgeon with a steady had to get back out.
"Who's the greatest guy on the planet?" he asked.
"OH PHIL MY BUTT! LET GO! LET GO! LET GO!"
"Say it!"
"PHIL IS THE GREATEST GUY ON THE PLANET!" I cried.
He gave me a push and I fell, face first, onto my unmade bed. I was about to come back up when he slapped my backside with his bare hand so hard that I swear it felt like he'd used a baseball bat. Maybe the fact that my underwear was in my crack and not protecting my tender bottom is part of the reason why it hurt so much.
When I flipped over to defend myself, Phil was already running out of my bedroom.
"Bet you can't catch me before I reach Abby's house and tell her about your room!" he sang out.
"OH MY GOD, NOT ABBY!" I thought.
If Phil told Abby, forget Monday, my secret would be common knowledge across town within twenty minutes.
And then the chase was on! I didn't even bother to take the time to pick my underwear from out of my ass-crack.
I briefly remember hearing mom shout after us, "NO RUNNING IN THE HOUSE!" but we didn't slow down.
Phil ran out the front door while shouting back to my mom, "Sorry!"
"But mom, he messed up my hair!"
"Well in that case..." mom joked.
With her implied permission, I continued running out the door and after Phil.
Being taller and having much longer legs, Phil was able to get a pretty substantial lead on me. However I am small and able to duck under and jump through smaller openings. While Phil took the long way around our block, I had cut between two houses, jumped a fence, ducked through a hedge and managed to come out on the other side of the block just ahead of him.
He laughed and literally leapt over me. Any other time I would have been positively amazed by such an incredible jump but I was too busy being worried that he was going to blab my secret to Abby. However, had I also not been panicking so much, I would have realized that one, he'd run in the opposite direction of Abby's and two, I already knew Abby wouldn't be home yet.
Phil hit the ground and didn't slow after hurdling over me. With a fraction of a seconds pause, I continued to chase him all the way to his house.
Rounding the garage, and slamming the gate closed while running into the back yard, I was just in time to see Phil duck into the garage and close the door behind him.
I stopped at the door panting and looking through the glass to see him mocking me and making faces. Then he pointed behind me.
As I looked over my shoulder, I saw Hiccup coming from the farthest point in the back yard and he was running at full speed.
"PHIL, LET ME IN! PLEASE!" I begged and pounded on the glass of the door.
Phil shook his head `no' and smiled manically.
"PHIL, PLEASE! HE'LL RAPE ME!" I cried.
At the very last instant, before Hiccup reached me and would have tackled me with his puppy enthusiasm, Phil swung the door open and yanked me into the garage.
"Do you realize I just saved your ass?" Phil said to me.
I punched him hard in the gut.
"You're a jerk!" I said.
"Yeah, it takes one to know one!"
"Oh that is so third grade!" I said, still panting and worked up.
As I tried to pick the wedgie out of my ass, I looked at Hiccup who appeared so sad.
"Stupid dog!"
"Now you know how I felt when you wouldn't get him off me." Phil said while tapping the glass.
"It was funny when it was you." I laughed.
"By the way," he started to say, smiling again, "your hair is still messy." And he messed it up even more than it had been before.
"PHIL!" I shouted.
He put me in another headlock and kept me in it while he walked me into the house, through the kitchen, down the hallway, past the half-bath, up the stairs and into his bedroom where he finally let go of my head and shoved me face first onto his bed.
I had been complaining the entire trip up to his room but it did no good. Phil wouldn't let go of my head for anything.
"You are an ass!" I said as I flipped over and sprang to my feet.
Phil had been ready for me. Stepping on one of my shoes, he then shoved me backward, causing me to fall back on the bed again. He then pounced on me, sitting on my chest and trapping my arms under his legs.
"GET OFF YOU TEN TON COW!"
I bucked and kicked and cussed but he wouldn't let me up.
"Not until you say I am the gr..." he started to say.
I cut him off, "Phil is the greatest guy on the whole planet!" I dispassionately barked. "NOW GET THE FUCK OFF!"
Phil laughed.
"Now say, I am a little gay boy who is in love with Justin Bieber!"
I stopped fighting and looked up with fire in my eyes.
"Say it or I won't let you up!"
"GET THE FUCK OFF ME NOW MOTHER FUCKER!"
"Not until you say, I'm a little gay boy who loves Justin Bieber!"
"FINE! You're a little gay boy who..." I didn't get to finish because he had lifted his backside and then slammed it back down, forcing the air out of my lungs.
"OOOOHHHHH!!!!" I groaned.
"Say it right!" he laughed and started flicking the end of my nose.
"I'm not saying that, so get off or you'll be sorry!"
"Oh please! Like you could do anything right now!"
That was all I needed to hear. Phil had failed to take into account just how close his groin was to my mouth. All I had to do was lift my head off the bed, open wide and CHOMP!
Phil did not scream, or cry out or anything like that. Instead he simply froze and moaned my name like a long exhaled death rattle.
"LLLLEEEEEVVVVVVVIIIiiiiiiiiiiiii"
Despite my chin, I had a firm toothy hold on Phil's junk and was giving it all I had.
Tears began to stream down Phil's face as his hands found my own face and tried to get me to release my hold.
"FUCK LEVI STOP!" he finally cried out.
When I did release him, he fell forward. That gave me the chance to slide down and out from under him.
"Serves you right!" I said as I turned and looked down at him writhing in pain on the bed.
I don't know what the hell got into me at that moment but before I knew it, I had leaped on top of him and began to pretend I was humping his ass.
"LEVI STOP! OH GOD, MY BALLS! STOP!" Phil cried.
"THAT'S IT! I LIKE IT WHEN YOU TALK DIRTY!" I shouted over his cries and I thrust even harder, making the headboard bang violently against the wall.
That's when things took a turn.
"If you are going to rape me, at least let me take my uniform off first! Dad will murder me if I ruin another one."
I sprang off him and the bed.
He rolled over still clutching his balls, "I can't believe you bit my dick and balls!"
"I warned you to let me up!" I said, still worked up and on the defensive.
He stretched out a hand and said, "Help me up! I hurt too much."
Reluctantly, I extended a hand and took his. As I helped to pull him up off the bed I was fully expecting him to attack me again but he didn't.
Instead he laughed and said, "Come on, let's get my stuff and get back to your house before your dad gets there."
Dazed, confused, scared, excited and trying to hide the fact that I had an erection... I tried to regain my composure. Oh God, I was so confused!
We stuffed all his things into a suitcase he borrowed from his mom and we ended up packing enough clothes for over a week. It was overkill, but I guess it's better to be safe than sorry, right?
Knowing that Phil doesn't like to wear underwear when he doesn't have to, I made a point of stuffing every single pair I could find into his suit case. They were all boxers which surprised me and kind of excited me too. I was also a little disappointed not to find any more super hero style briefs. I guess I own his last pair now.
Nothing else was said about my bedroom or what happened after. I wanted to ask if he was going to tell anyone, but at the same time I was hoping he didn't remember what he'd seen. I know I was being naďve but at thirteen I didn't know how else to deal with it.
Dad arrived about the same time Phil and I returned to the house. We helped him load the car and then we headed to Hollister which was a four and a half hour drive.
Thankfully, dad stopped at the Choked Chicken aka KFC so that we wouldn't starve to death before we got to Hollister.
Phil and I spent the entire trip in the back seat swapping music between our cell phones as well as listening to each other's music. Mom and dad didn't even seem to care or pay any attention to us when we'd begin singing a song out loud.
Hollister is like the coolest ski resort ever! It is impossible to get a car up to the resort so you have to give your car and luggage to an attendant, and then take an overhead cable tram all the way up the mountain. I've ridden the tram several times before, but it was Phil's first time and he loved it. He must have taken a hundred pictures with his phone. I think Phil was getting on the other peoples nerves a bit as he kept moving around to take pictures from every side of the tram possible. Mom and dad didn't seem to care in the least and paid Phil no attention at all.
When we got to the top and walked off the tram, we were instantly transported inside the ski resort. It was like walking into another world.
Right then, four extremely attractive girls of about 15 or 16 walked by, eyed Phil and me and giggled girlishly.
Phil, being over dramatic, turned and hugged my dad as he said, "THANK YOU SOOOO MUCH FOR BRINGING ME HERE!!!"
Mom and dad both laughed. I was embarrassed because the girls had seen Phil do it.
In the past when I'd come to Hollister, it was always just mom, dad and me. We always got a room with a bedroom for mom and dad to share and I always crashed on the sofa. This time however, Dad had splurged and got us a two bedroom suite. The suite included a balcony with an awesome view. It also had two bedrooms which were on opposite sides of the suite, separated by a very large common area. In the center of the common area was a bright red metal gas fireplace, which mom said was very 70's; whatever that means. It had concrete logs which looked very real once the fire was switched on using a remote control. We'd never had a suite with a fireplace before.
Some of the things you'll never find anywhere at Hollister are radios, televisions, computers or gaming systems. People come to Hollister to get away from all that stuff so they can concentrate on the skiing. Whether inside or on the slopes, cell phones are permitted but they have to be kept on silent for the duration of your visit and headphones are strictly forbidden for safety reasons. Apparently, a couple years back, someone was skiing while wearing ear buds and couldn't hear when someone was skiing out of control up behind them. I guess that person got hurt or killed or something. So headphones are a big no-no!
When Phil and I walked into our room, our luggage had already somehow magically appeared. How they knew which bag to put in which room is still a mystery to me. Phil and I went to the room that would be ours for the weekend and found a single queen size bed which we were going to be sharing. On the bed were both our suitcases.
Phil and I were still in our school uniforms because we'd forgotten to change. Surprisingly, my parents hadn't suggested it either. Phil took his stuff to our own private bathroom and changed in there, with the excuse that he needed to take a dump anyways. Once he was in the bathroom with the door closed, I stripped out of my uniform as fast as I could and was slipping on a black turtle neck sweater when Phil came walking back out wearing just his school pants. I didn't realize this at first since my head was lost inside the sweater I was pulling on. However, when my head popped through the turtle neck, there was Phil, standing there smiling and looking at my nearly nude body.
"What are you looking at?" I asked defensively.
"God, you are so white!" He said as he picked up a pair of boxers and walked back into the bathroom.
Once the door to the bathroom closed again I realized that in my rush to take off my uniform, I'd mistakenly also removed my underwear. I know, you are wondering how I could have managed to not notice, well I don't know, I just didn't!
I realized for the second time in two weeks that Phil had seen my junk. I was astounded that he hadn't tried to suck me off this time. That got my brain to thinking and I started to wonder if maybe what happened in his basement wasn't completely his doing, but somehow mine. Maybe I'd somehow been sending off clues or pheromones or something that got him to do what he did. Maybe he hadn't wanted to do it at all. Maybe he had just gotten caught up in my trap and...
I began to have a mini-panic attack right there in the Hollister room and probably would have gone into a full blown freak-out had I not heard the water in the bathroom come on, which snapped me out of it.
Since it was so late when we arrived at Hollister, there wasn't time to get in any skiing that night. Instead, dad and mom suggested we go down for a late dinner. They went off to their room to get ready while Phil and I sat by the metal fireplace. For a lack of anything better to do, we played with the remote control to the fire for the entertainment.
We ended up having to wait more than twenty minutes for them. In hindsight, they were probably having a quicky while we were just in the other room.... GROSS!
The restaurant at Hollister's never closes and serves their full menu all day and night. So if at two in the morning you want steak, you can have steak, or if at three in the afternoon you want waffles, well that's not a problem either.
Phil and I shared an order of chili-cheese fries while mom and dad went for a more traditional turkey dinner with all the trimmings seeing that Thanksgiving was just around the corner.
For desert, Phil and I each had our own banana splits, which were awesome! In hindsight, ice cream covered in sugar laced toppings might not have been the best choice so late in the evening.
After dinner, mom and dad, realizing that we were super hyper, suggested we take advantage of the moonlight inner tube riding. After dusk, the area usually designated for beginners and little kids is transformed. All the trees are illuminated with white Christmas style lights and everyone takes to inner tubes to ride down the hills. It is a blast that goes on until midnight at which time there is a `no noise' rule.
By 11:30 that night, Phil and I had burned off our sugar rush and were both ready to head inside to warm up and get some rest for tomorrow's skiing.
Normally, from about midnight until around two or three in the morning, you can find people sitting around the five fireplaces drinking hot chocolate or apple cider.
I suggested this to Phil but he said he was tired and wanted to head up to bed. He said I could stay down there if I wanted, so I did. It was a big mistake on my part!
Hollister, being basically a family owned and run ski resort, is usually very good about being family and child safe. Pretty much everyone that comes to Hollister comes regularly and thus everyone knows everyone else and all adults tend to look out for all the kids most of the time. However, with that being said, new people and families visit all the time. That's one of the cool things about Hollister; you get to make new friends.
So there I was sitting on the hearth of one of the big fireplaces trying to warm myself while blowing on a cup of hot milk and honey. There were two groups of couples talking to themselves near me. One of them had a young girl, sound asleep and stretched out across their laps.
From across the large room, this guy who looked to be about twenty caught my eye. He was sitting with his foot propped up on a stool and I could see he had one of those soft casts which strap on using Velcro closers. It is not uncommon to see such injuries at Hollister as it is quite easy to get hurt skiing, especially if you think you are better than you are and try to take on one of the more advanced paths. He was holding a guitar, but not playing it; at least not right at that moment.
A younger guy, about my age, walked up to the guy with the guitar and sat down on the stool beside the man's injured leg. There was some talking between them and then the man began to play his guitar but was strumming so softly that I couldn't even hear him despite the fact that I was only about forty feet from him. It was clear that he was playing quietly to obey the `no noise' rule as it was so late. The two appeared to be quietly singing together and it seemed whatever it was, it was fairly funny. The third or fourth time I made eye contact with the man, he waved me over with a smile.
Not really thinking, I stood and walked over to them with my cup of still hot milk and honey.
As I walked over, I heard the young guy telling the older one, "He was pant less, passed out and lying on the pig."
They both laughed a little too loudly this time, given the late hour and the whole `no noise' rule.
"Hello there! I'm Felix and this here is my nephew René."
"I'm Levi. Nice guitar."
"Thank you! Do you play?" Felix asked.
"Nah, piano." I answered.
"Oh you play the piano? René here also tickles the ivories."
René then asked, "How long have you been playing?"
He sounded much younger than he looked.
"Since I was seven. So..." I had to mentally count the years, "About five years or so."
"I just started this year." René confessed and then added, "Anyone ever tell you that you look kind of like Justin Beiber? I mean if you had brown instead of black hair, you'd pass as his double."
Boy did René say the right thing!
"Really?" I gushed while giving my hair a flip exactly the way Justin always did when he had his long bangs.
"You get that skiing?" Felix asked as he gestured to my chin.
Shaking my head I answered, "Nah, just fell on some concrete a couple weeks back." and then added with some honest enthusiasm, "I'm getting the stitches out next week!"
"Would you like to join us?" Felix asked while motioning to the sofa cushion beside him.
"I was just singing a song my father used to sing." Felix said.
I walked around Felix and René and took the offered seat while still blowing on my hot drink.
"What's that?" René asked.
"Hot milk and honey," I answered.
"OOOH that's one of my favorite late night drinks." Felix said to me as he patted my leg.
"Sing it again." René demanded of his uncle.
"Alright, but only because you asked so nicely." Felix agreed as he began gently strumming his guitar.
I sipped at my drink as he began to sing.
It was all I could do to hold my cup without spilling while laughing all the way through the song. It was such a funny song and kind of naughty too. About halfway through the song I had to set my drink down or risk spilling it.
"That was so funny!" I exclaimed.
René hushed me while laughing, "Ssshhh!"
"Oh yeah!" I grimaced apologetically.
"Can you sing the one you did at the barbeque?" René asked.
"Oooh I don't know. Levi might not like that one so much."
"Ah yeah he will! It is so funny! Pleeeeeeasssse?" René begged.
Felix looked over at me and placed a hand on my knee. Giving it a squeeze he said, "If you don't like it, don't be afraid to tell me to stop. Alright?"
Eager to hear another risqué song I nodded my head. And with that, he started softly strumming but kept breaking up and chuckling each time he would start to sing.
While still strumming he said laughingly to René, "I don't think I can do it."
René, who was about to fall off the stool from laughing so hard, told him, "Uncle Felix, you've got to!"
"I'll tell you what; you know the words. I'll play and you sing it." Felix suggested.
René blushed and looked around the room. I looked around too and noticed that, aside from one couple all the way across the room, who were obviously more interested in each other's tonsils, we were basically alone. There was a lady over at the office desk area but she wasn't even looking our way. She seemed to be engrossed in a book.
Laughing, Felix said to René, "Come on! You sing!"
Blushing profusely, René agreed and started to sing even softer than his uncle had been. After the first verse, René seemed to lose his inhibitions and began to act out the words. It was so funny and at the same time it felt so bad to be taking part as I was.
Laughing I said, "I have heard that one before on UsTube."
Felix leaned over as if sharing a secret with me. He placed a hand on my thigh while softly whispering, "Stephen Lynch wrote and sang it in his comedy act."
Playing along with the whole whispering and secretive way of talking I whispered back, "Oh yeah! That's the guy. He's funny."
"Do you know any funny songs?" René asked me.
I shook my head and said, "Not songs like those. All I know are regular songs."
"Like what?" Felix asked as he squeezed my thigh.
"Well," I thought, "I know every one of Justin Bieber's songs. And Selena Gomez's too. Oh and three Hanna Montana songs."
"Oh really?" Felix said giving my thigh a really tight squeeze, "Do you know this one?"
He moved his hand from my leg and back to the neck of his guitar as he started singing Selena's hit song 'Naturally'.
However, he sang it differently. Every time he got to the "It comes naturally" parts of the song, he sang it "He cums naturally".
It was really funny and after the first verse I started singing along and was singing it the same way, with "He cums naturally" and by the third verse, I was the only one singing and yet I didn't stop. I sang the whole song soft and yet fervently.
When I was done, Felix put an arm around me and hugged me tightly to his side, "Wow Levi you have got a great voice! If it wasn't so late, I would love to hear you sing without having to whisper or hold back the power in your voice."
"Yeah Levi that was really good!" René added.
Leaving his arm around me, Felix handed his guitar to René who then carried it over and placed it inside the case which until then I hadn't even noticed was lying across one of the other sofas. René then came over and sat down real close to me.
"Uncle Felix has his own band and when I get older, he said I could join."
"Let me see your fingers." Felix said with more than a casual interest. He reached across with his right hand and took a hold of mine.
He held my hand up so that the glow of the fire could be seen between my fingers.
"You've got slender fingers. Great for piano playing." He commented.
René picked up my left hand and held it up the same way, but then held his right hand up beside mine. His hand was slightly smaller and his fingers a bit pudgier.
"How old are you Levi?" Felix asked.
"Thirteen," I answered quickly.
"Oh well that explains a lot." Felix said.
"What do you mean?" I asked curiously.
"Well your fingers and hands, they look like the hands of a thirteen year old. René on the other hand being fifteen has the hands and body of a twelve year old."
"Oh" I said while studying our hands together.
"I bet with fingers like these, you can really stroke the piano keys." Felix said as he traced my fingers one by one.
I hadn't noticed that as he did this, René had lowered my left hand to his lap and directly over his expanding cock and balls.
"You can tell a lot about a musician by their hands." Felix said.
Then I felt my left leg being caressed in slow, long strokes. Glancing down I saw my hand was on Rene's crotch and both of René's hands were on my left leg; one near my knee, the other rubbing up and down my thigh. On the up stroke his fingers would drift ever so close to my crotch. I glanced up at him while at the same time casually moving my left hand away from his lap. He wasn't making eye contact, but was instead, faking interest in my right hand, which was still held out in front of us and being traced by his uncle's finger.
A small alarm was ringing in the back of my head telling me something was wrong, however, at the same time, I was somehow unwilling to heed to the alarms warning.
René reached out and touched my pinky with his index finger, then lowered his hand back down. When he did, he allowed his hand to come to rest, not on my leg, but on my crotch.
My heart began to beat a little faster as Felix traced down my fingers and my hand and began to explain how lose and yet powerful my wrist seemed and that only piano players had wrists like mine.
Then René did something that left no doubt as to what was happening. The hand, which had been on my crotch, began to rhythmically squeeze it. My cock of course loved this attention and quickly became painfully engorged.
I looked down at his hand which was massaging my groin though my pants, then glanced over to his pants and saw an obvious tent in the front as well as a dark spot which I now know was caused by precum.
Felix's hand moved further up my arm, tracing around my nonexistent bicep muscle before continuing to my shoulder. He then did a bold move. He lowered my arm and rested my hand over the top of the sizeable bulge within his black sweat pants. The material was thin, almost nonexistent as I could feel pretty much everything he had to offer.
I tried to swallow but couldn't, and yet, more alarming was the fact that I left my hands right where they were.
When Felix placed his man sized hand over mine and began to massage himself using my hand, I thought my heart was going to burst right through my chest.
René, following his uncles' example, moved my other hand back to his crotch.
I do not remember feeling him do so, but apparently while my mind was reveling in the feel of Felix's cock, René had opened the front of his pants. I suddenly felt warmth in my left hand which pulled my attention back to him.
Looking down I saw that I was now holding René's cock. No pants or underwear anymore. I was actually holding his ridged cock in my hands. Compared to Felix and Phil, and me for that matter, it wasn't very impressive, but it was still a rock hard cock and I was holding it.
Wrapping his hand around mine, he began to move my hand up and down his cock. When René removed his hand from mine, I continued the action. I don't know why, I just did. He then returned his hand and attention to my crotch, only instead of squeezing and massaging me, he started fingering my fly in an attempt to get at my zipper. He must have been having trouble concentrating because he fumbled with it for a while before reaching for my belt and unbuckling it. He then succeeded to get my zipper down.
"Let me get that for you." Felix said to René.
If no one had spoken, I probably would have continued in my excited state and who knows how far it would have gone. But he did speak, and just like that, the trance was broken.
"I-I b-better be going." I stammered as I attempted to stand.
Felix, unwilling to give me up, placed a hand on my chest and held me in place, "It's alright Levi. We're just three guys enjoying a fire together. No need to rush off."
"I really should..." I started to say but stopped when I felt the zipper of my pants being tugged down.
I tried to stand again and again Felix held me down, this time using the arm that was around the back of me. His left hand pressed against my chest while his right hand dropped to my pants.
"Sssshhhh! Just relax and enjoy yourself." He said. It wasn't so much what he said; it was how he said it. It was like, if I didn't cooperate, I might... well I don't want to even think about what might have happened.
I began to shake as my eyes filled with tears.
"He's wearing long underwear." René complained while trying to get his hand inside the open fly of my pants.
I was no longer holding onto René's cock, nor was I massaging Felix through his sweatpants.
"Please I just want to go to bed." I whimpered as I tried to cover my open pants with my hands to keep them from gaining access into my long underwear.
"You know, that is a good idea. Why don't the three of us move to our room?" Felix suggested to René.
"No, I can't. I really need to go. My parents will be looking for me." I said while making another attempt to get up.
"Now, now, Levi. I am sure they are sound asleep right now. And besides, if you went in now, you'd probably wake them up. How upset would they be with you if they found out you were up this late and were trying to sneak in without them knowing?"
I looked down as I contemplated what he said.
"Yeah, so come with us and we'll have a nice sleepover. Tomorrow, you can get up and go skiing at dawn. When your parents come looking for you, then you just tell them that you woke up early and wanted to go skiing before it got too crowded."
Felix lowered his injured leg and stood up on it like it wasn't hurt at all. I knew right then that there was nothing wrong with his leg. When he got up, he forced me to stand at the same time and René followed suit keeping a firm hold on me as well.
We walked toward the back staircase and were about to begin ascending when René stopped and said, "Your guitar!"
He let go of my arm and Felix loosened his hold on me as he turned to watch René fetch the guitar. When I felt his grip loosen I took that chance to break free. I ran past the staff person reading her book. She simply looked at me, displeased that I was running, and then returned to her reading.
I didn't look back at all but ran as fast as I have ever run in my life. I didn't stop until I was on the second floor, standing before the door to our suite. It was only then that I looked and saw that no one was chasing me.
Turning the handle, I momentary panicked. What if it was locked? Fortunately it wasn't. I slipped in, closed the door and locked it. Quietly tip toeing in; I made my way to the bedroom on the right which Phil and I were to be sharing. I was being extra careful not to bump into anything in the dark and thus make noise.
Back in my room, I stood by the bed. Phil was lying face down and spread eagle in the middle of the bed. He was only wearing one sock and his boxer shorts. As I began to undress, I hadn't realized that my belt had already been unbuckled. At that point, I sort of fell apart.
Not wanting to wake Phil, I crept to the bathroom, closed the door and began to cry as I fell against the wall and slid down, pulling two towels off the rod and down to the floor in the process.
There was a soft tapping on the door followed my Phil's voice, "Levi, you alright?"
"Go away!" was all I could say.
He didn't go away, but opened the bathroom door and came in. He saw I was balling my eyes out and shaking uncontrollably.
"What's the matter?" he asked as he knelt beside me.
I couldn't will myself to speak. I was only able to shake my head.
He didn't ask any more questions but lowered himself to the floor and put his arm around me, pulling me close to him. I don't know how long I sat there balling my eyes out before I cried myself to sleep. Throughout the night, Phil never left my side.
In the morning, when he heard mom knocking on the bedroom door, he called out, "We're up, and Levi's about to get in the tub."
I'd been sound sleep and was jolted awake by his shouts.
"Sorry!" he said softly, "I figured you wouldn't want your parents to come in and see you like this."
"Th-th-thanks!" I said as I tried to wake up, only to realize where we were and why.
He saw it in my eyes instantly and said, "Please don't start crying again," as he saw my eyes well up, "I promise, whatever happened..."
I stopped him in midsentence and then told him everything. It wasn't a thing of wanting to tell him, I simply couldn't keep it in and he happen to be the one that was there when it all came spilling out of me.
Though he implored me not too, I still cried through much of it. When I was done, he was burning mad. I mean, he looked like he was going to murder someone. I was so emotionally spent that I didn't even resist when he told me to stand up so he could undress me.
As he was pulling down my pants, he discovered that at some point, I had pissed myself. I was horrified and yet he didn't make fun of me or anything. He simply said, "I'll take care of these for you. Your mom and dad don't need to know if you don't want them too."
I shook my head and he took that to mean I didn't want them to find out.
Once he got me stripped naked, he had me get in the shower and wash off while he went to find me something to wear.
I didn't wash, but stood under the warm water, letting it fall over me for quite a while. Eventually he returned and told me that he told mom and dad that we stayed up too late talking and were still real tired. He got them to allow us to come down later to eat.
"Really?" I asked with surprise.
"To be honest, I think they kind of liked the idea of having breakfast alone." Phil confessed.
"Okay." I agreed questioningly.
I mean, it was weird that the two of them were being so civil to one another after such an ugly divorce and even weirder that they were now on vacation together. But hey, stranger things have happened, right?
"Are you going to wash?" Phil asked through the clear shower curtain.
I was standing there, not moving and allowing the water to wash away how horrible I felt. Phil let out a sigh and pulled off his boxer shorts and his one sock. Completely naked, he stepped into the shower with me, and without saying a single word, he began to wash my whole body. It wasn't like the time in his basement at all. Neither of us got a boner and he didn't suck on my dick. He only washed me all over, including my dick and balls, but only to get the pee off me. When we got out of the shower, he grabbed one of the two towels from the floor and used it to dry me off before he wrapped it around my waist. He then used the second towel to dry his own body off before wrapping it about his waist.
There was a complementary hairbrush on the bathroom sink that he used to comb his own hair and then mine.
"You have got the best hair! I wish mine was soft and wavy like yours." Phil said to me.
If you will remember, I normally spend twenty to thirty or more minutes in the bathroom just combing my hair in the mornings. The fact that I let Phil comb it for me and then left the bathroom after only like a minute of combing... well that should tell you how messed up my head still was.
Phil was treating me better than a blood brother. I'd never experienced what it felt like to have a brother before. Aside from when dad helped me get dressed a couple weeks ago at the Urgent Care Clinic, I haven't had someone help me the way Phil was helping me in a very long time. It felt amazingly good.
We were about to leave the bathroom when I hesitated. Phil turned and looked both concerned and puzzled.
Looking down at the toilet I said, "Need to use it."
His only response was a smile and a simple, "Oh" as he left, closing the door behind him.
Alone and naked sitting on the toilet, I began to relive the events of last night's encounter. I didn't even realize I'd begun to cry again. I guess I took too long because Phil came back in and caught me crying. He was already dressed from the waist down, but was still shirtless. Despite the stink I'd made, he leaned down and hugged me. I put my arms around him and hugged him tight as I cried.
Once I'd got my tears out, Phil loosened his tight grip and pulled away, just enough to be able to look in my face.
"I promise you, I'm going to make this better!"
I didn't understand how or to what extent he meant at the time. Had I known, I... well I don't know if I would have tried to stop him or not.
So there I was, naked, covered in tears and snot and sitting on the toilet with a dirty bottom.
Phil took the wet rag from the shower and washed my face for me again. He then swept the hair from my eyes with his fingers.
"You going to clean your bottom?" he asked and we both laughed.
I sniffled and smirked, "You mean you're not going to do it for me?"
I tried hard not to, but I couldn't help but to laugh at the look he was giving me.
Phil stood over me as I used the toilet paper to clean my backside.
"Why do you use so much?" He asked.
"Hey! If you aren't going to help, you aren't allowed to suggest how I do it."
When I felt I'd gotten myself sufficiently clean I stood up. Phil then proceeded to use the same washcloth, which was pretty cold now, and made sure that my crack was completely clean. When the cold cloth had been used on my face earlier, it felt good, on my backside, it made me shiver.
"There you go." He said.
He then reached around me, flushed the toilet and took my hand as he lead me out of the bathroom, leaving my towel behind on the floor.
Standing beside the bed, Phil went to my suitcase and returned with a pair of socks. He had me sit on the bed as he slipped them on me.
As he was doing this, I kept staring at him. At first, I was thinking about what happened in his basement. Then I started thinking about how he didn't freak out or make fun of me when he saw all the posters in my room.
As he was pulling on my socks, He realized I was staring at him.
"What?" He asked with a smile.
I think I smiled back.
He went back to my bag and a second later he returned with the pair of Superman briefs that his mother had brought to the Urgent Care Clinic for me to wear.
"Hey I used to have a pair just like these." He commented.
I have never had a stuttering problem... well until that very moment.
"Th-th-they w-w-w-were y-y-yours."
"Really?" He said with a just the corners of his mouth curling up ever so slightly.
Holding them out like a precious treasure before him, he walked over and tried to hand them to me. It was at that second I did something that not very long ago, I would have considered inconceivable.
I reached out, took hold of both of his elbows and pulled him down to me. He did not resist as our faces came closer and closer. Then as we briefly looked into each other's eyes, I kissed him, right on the lips.
It wasn't like you see in the movies or porn videos online. It was fast and unromantic and was over before he even knew I'd kissed him.
I must have shocked him because he just stood there for a good ten seconds. Then he smiled, oh so sweetly, leaned in again and this time kissed me good and proper. Afterward, without a single word being spoken, he completely dressed me without any help from me. Every so often, we'd make eye contact and we'd both smile at each other.
Once I was fully dressed, Phil then finished getting himself dressed. As he was lacing on his last boot, he gave me one more big smile and asked, "Want to go get something to eat now?"
Suddenly I got scared and upset all over again. I hadn't considered the fact that sooner or later I was going to have to leave the suite.
"What if Felix and René are out there?" I asked, my voice breaking several times, giving away how scared I really was.
Phil's face turned aggressive, "I hope they are. I want you to point them out to me."
He finished tying his shoe and stood firmly in front of me as he said, "Besides, they won't dare come near you when I'm with you. And I'm not going to leave your side for even a single second again."
Phil sounded so grown up and seemed to be ten feet tall as he spoke.
Reaching out, he took my hand. I gave it willingly, expecting him to walk me out but instead he pulled me into a very tight hug and said, "I never should have left you last night."
TO BE CONTINUED...
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Once again I must thank Paul S. Stevens for his help with proofing this chapter. Thank you Paul!!!!
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~ Credits ~
"Put Your Clothes Back On"
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Rodney Carrington and Barry Martin
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"If I Were Gay"
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"Naturally"
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