Date: Wed, 13 Feb 2019 01:00:42 +0530
From: tyr yut <2muchfun212@gmail.com>
Subject: And it happened chapter 3

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This story is fiction and all characters are a figment of my imagination.

English is not my native tongue so pardon the grammatical errors if you
find any. Also this involves some love making between an adult and youth so
if you are not into it, you should stop reading further.

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I took him in my arms and passionately started kissing him, his lips, his
cheeks. I could hear him moan. It went on for full 5 minutes and I really
needed to take my load off, it started to hurt badly now.

"I don't know Sam, but when you are around me, I get aroused. I couldn't
help this time" I said after that sudden burst of passion. I kept staring
into the deep of his chocolate brown eyes, a moment I badly wanted to
freeze and just stay like that for eternity. He began to speak -"Mr. peter,
do you love me?". My heartbeat rose to peak, my body perspiring and the
testosterone rush was all too much. "I don't know Sam, I don't", I turned
my face away from him. It was strangely ironic, as I, a teacher, who is
used to giving answers to questions, was now faced with such a simple
question that I had no answer for. I then felt his hand touch mine, they
were soft and warm. He gently took my hand and squeezed it a bit, I was
both nervous and startled. Then I too very naturally held his hand and
began kissing him. He didn't turn away or say anything, but his hands were
touching mine and he held them tighter each time I kissed him.


I felt as if I needed him, I couldn't let go off him. "Mr. Peter..." he began
saying something. I put my fingers on his mouth, and said that when he is
here, he can just call me peter, provided it stayed a secret between us. I
sat there like that for a couple more minutes holding his hand, and then I
glanced at clock and it was 12 at noon. I put Sam down from my lap and went
to bathroom as I needed some time to comprehend things. I washed my face
and looked myself in the mirror. I couldn't look myself. The entire episode
was looping itself endlessly in my head. Then it struck me, the question
Sam asked, do I really love him, a boy, 15 years younger than me?. Then I
started questioning that I had seen Sam around for quite some time, why is
it that now I have these feelings for him?, is it just lust that is
covering me? I put my head down and began to cry, how was I going to face
things now? Can I really face myself like this and what about Sam, how do I
explain him? I kept washing my face to hide tears that kept rolling my
face. I saw Sam enter the bathroom. "Are you okay Peter?" he asked. I
didn't wish to be seen vulnerable, but my shaky voice gave me away. "Were
you crying?" he asked. "Crying, why would I?" I replied in a consolidated
voice, but his next question broke me. "I knew you were, I can see you
still have tears in your eyes", he grabbed my hand and took me to my
bedroom and sat near me. I was utterly limp, what might be running through
his head?, what was he going to say to me, when he returns home and tells
this incident to his parents I am doomed, is that it to my life, will
everything be finished and taken away from me in one fell swoop, just like
that?, I admit what I did was all in hormone rage, but I cannot deny that I
loved every part of it, even if I were not hard, I doubt I would have acted
differently. And then he said, "Peter, I think you love me, like really
love me" he said. "I.. I.." I was gathering courage to say something, but
no words came to my mind. I looked at him and questioned myself, do I
really love this boy?, and even if I do, is it really okay? What about him,
I haven't even asked him anything about it, neither did he tell me
anything, how does he feel? "Sam, I think I do have feelings for you, but I
can't tell for sure whether I love you", I gave him a round answer.


"Peter, you know I don't have father." I was shocked, he continued "... It
was my birthday and I had invited my friends for a sleepover. I wanted my
friends to be surprised when they saw my birthday party, but my father
insisted that I was still too young and that they should have just have a
normal party with cakes and crackers along with a card game to end the day.
I became stubborn and he eventually yielded. He said okay, they will have a
party as per my liking as it was my day, the day I came to this world. I
blushed and he pat on my head and I smiled back at him and then he told me
to get ready as they will be off soon. I was really glad, most kids have to
force parents to make them buy things, but one frown from me was all he
needed that he gave in. I was really lucky and looking forward to my grand
birthday. Both of us sat in his car and were off on our way. I still
remember I was singing this rhyme he used to sing to me as we sat in his
car and he was really happy and I was too. It was a fine day breeze was
cool and comforting and we could see sun peeping through the canopies. As
we drove, he began singing the same rhyme together with me and then looked
at me and patted my head and said that he was really glad to spend time
together with me and that I was a precious gift to him. He was very happy
and I was too, just the two of us enjoying each other's company and
spending some quality time together. Then I saw there was this truck piled
up with steel rods ahead of us, most of them protruding out just like that.
Most of the cars just bypassed it by taking over. We were too about to take
over then when we saw a speeding car right behind us, my dad thought to let
him take over first and they can do so later. I am sure that was what he
thought, he always kept feelings of others higher than his own, he was just
that kind of man. Then all of a sudden, the truck in front of us came to
halt without warning. I think my dad knew we wouldn't stop in time as he
came in front of me and shielded me from rods. I saw rods pierce his body
as they cracked our wind shield, I felt his blood dripping on me, but he
remained still and looked at me and smiled and said " I am glad that it
didn't hurt you, I can't let you be hurt, not today " as he passed out. I
began to cry and screamed for help. A car quickly came by our side and the
man inside it tried to lift my dad, we kept him still not touching anything
as it would lead to instant blood loss. By the time we reached hospital, he
was taken to the ICU, after a couple minutes a doctor came out and said
that he had died due to multiple organ failure. It felt as if my entire
world was split, I was crying inconsolably and I don't know when but
apparently the trauma hit me so hard that I went unconscious. I woke up in
the evening and began crying again, I still remember all that, I couldn't
help but just cry."


As he was telling all this, I was crying like no tomorrow, I was thinking
how tough it must have been for him, and how brave he is that he could tell
such an incident to me without faltering. I didn't even realize that he was
holding my hand and I his'. It was comforting him. He continued, " I
realized that had I not been stubborn he would have never gone with me and
he would still be here, right besides me and that I need him by my side. It
was here that I decided to forget my birthday. It was no longer the day I
was born, but a day that shattered my peaceful world and shattered me with
it. I hated every second of that day that took my father away. If anyone
were to die, it was me not him. Over the years, I completely erased my
memory of this day through sheer will power. It was decided that I can't go
to the funeral as I was still recovering. My father's relatives were all
that were a part of it, they asked me whether I had something to say to
write on his epitaph. I just requested one thing, not to put his death date
on his tombstone. They obliged. One of my father's relatives asked about
whether I would want to live with him. I refused, I can't leave my home,
not like that, it had too many memories that I just can't. There was
initial struggle between us when my aunt Mary decided to live with me, she
had vowed that she was forever going to be single. There was one other
reason that I refused to let them put the date, that, I completely wished to
erase the date of my birthday from my memory. I don't even know now what
date it is now, it is just the year that I remember and that is all I need
to remember for now. It has been 4 years since the incident, but at times I
really miss him. Whenever I see the empty park space in our house, I would
remember how me and him used to wash his car together and how he would
splash water on me and I on him till we were both drenched and then we
laughed about it. I still remember him singing rhyme he used to, to make me
go to sleep and I miss how he always patted my head when he was
happy and and.." he busted, he began crying with sobs. I tried to make
myself strong and said "Sam, I know it must have been tough for you,
tougher than anyone can imagine, but remember that your dad sacrificed
himself for you, I am sure that he died without regret as he knew his son
was strong to pave his own way in life. I am sure he is still watching you
happily from somewhere" as I pointed to his chest, he wrapped himself to my
chest and cried and I too with him. With each sob I could feel how he must
be holding himself responsible for this all these years. I couldn't stop
crying as we both just snuggled into each other and wandered off to some
place away from this world.


To be continued...

Next chapter: After such a heavy chapter I decided that readers
would want something to lighten things up, so next chapter would be
lighter than this.

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