Uncaged
By Wes
Leigh featuring the contributions of Rob the Scribe
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Mickey saw the way RJ kept looking at the youth leader guy. RJ
wasn't hiding it at all; his eyes gave away the adoration, the hero worship,
the longing he felt. And that worried Mickey.
He could understand why a gay boy would like Roderyk. The
man was handsome with his dark, curly hair and pale blue eyes, and his body was
amazingly fit. Mickey would love to look like Roderyk someday, with his thick
thighs, his washboard stomach, and his bulging biceps. RJ probably felt the
same way, but Mickey suspected that RJ felt something more for the muscular man
playing with them in the lake.
Mickey suspicions were spot on; RJ had never felt this way
before. Every time Roderyk touched him, electric tingles shot through RJ's
body. When Roderyk lifted RJ in the air and threw him sideways to land with a
splash in the water, RJ's heart pounded from more than the excitement of being
tossed around. Roderyk was so strong and powerful. If he could throw RJ so
easily, how much more incredible would it feel to have those arms holding him
secure, hugging him, letting him know he was safe?
And then there was the other feeling RJ was experiencing. His
shorts didn't do a very good job hiding his boner, so he kept the lower half of
his body under the water as much as possible. He didn't want anyone to know
that touching Roderyk made him so hard he was afraid his cock would break if
anyone touched it. If only Roderyk would touch it! RJ sank down in the water
and slid his own hand to his groin. His cock was throbbing now. He rubbed the
outside of his pants and was shocked when his cock pulsed and shot cum out
inside his shorts. He panted, trying to catch his breath. No one had noticed,
and thankfully, the water of the lake would wash away the evidence. He waited
until his heart stopped pounding, then worked his way back into the
free-for-all around Roderyk for his turn at being thrown through the air by the
man who had just made him jizz in his pants.
Roderyk saw RJ moving slowly through the water. Of all the
boys playing in the water that afternoon, RJ was the hardest for him to
understand. Maybe it was the way RJ didn't so much grab his arm as caress it
and hold onto it. Perhaps it was the look in RJ's eyes as he tried desperately
to catch Roderyk's attention. Those eyes. They haunted Roderyk, making his
stomach churn and his heart ache, because they reminded of other eyes from long
ago. Eyes he'd tried to forget.
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The swimming was over for now. Most of the kids had gone
home. Mickey and RJ sat on towels at the kitchen table, eating cookies and
chatting with Auntie. Roderyk was in his bedroom, drying off his naked body,
reading an entry in his old journal that he'd brought with him from Germany.
Dear
Diary,
I
know I haven't used you in the last few years. But now something has happened
that I want to immortalize in you forever:
Friday,
25.07.2003
The
doorbell rang. I was in my room doing homework.
The
formula in front of my eyes just didn't make sense. I
already suspected that I would do badly in math this year. Algebra just wasn't
my thing. Not only that, it was difficult for me to understand the material. I often
lacked the concentration to follow the teacher. There was just so much else on
my mind, new things going on with me.
Even
at that moment, my thoughts were not really on the task. I was thinking about
my fifteenth birthday next week. It wasn't so much the gifts I was looking
forward to. I had persuaded my mom not to organize a celebration with all our
relatives again. Instead, they gave me a visit to the cinema with a person of
my choice. She had smiled when I asked her to. Surely my mom believed that I
wanted to invite a girlfriend she didn't know about. But to be honest, I wasn't
particularly interested in girls.
Of
course, I knew that I was supposed to be after girls like all the other boys of
my age, but I wasn't like that. However, there was someone who interested me.
It was Tymon. A boy who had only moved to my class a few weeks ago. He hated
his name and asked us to call him Tym instead. Basically, he was the reason why
I was so often unfocused. I often caught myself looking at him in class for
half an eternity. In those moments, I didn't perceive anything else around me.
I
wanted Tym to go to the cinema with me for my birthday. Only this morning I had
asked him and he had said yes. Of course, I was very happy about it. But it was
also kind of strange for me. All these feelings I felt towards Tym went beyond
mere friendship. That much was clear to me. But what was it then? Was I in love
with Tym? I just couldn't tell. Never before had I been in love. My feelings
even scared me a bit. Still, I couldn't deny it. I wanted to be with him, but I
didn't know how he felt about me. I wondered what the chances were that he also
liked me. Liked me the way I liked him. Frankly, it was depressing. I came to
the conclusion that the possibility was not exactly great.
I was
shaken out of my thoughts when the doorbell rang a second time. Only now did I
remember that my mom was out with my big brother, so I got up and went into the
entryway to open the door. I was curious to see who might be coming by. After
all, it was already after nine.
When
I opened the apartment door and looked down the stairs, my heart jumped. It was
Tym. He looked a little lost as he stood in front of me and asked if he could
come in. I was still a bit surprised about his late appearance, but I was glad
he was here. I told him he could go to my room while I got us a coke from the
kitchen.
Now I
was really glad my mom and brother were out. My mom was not very tolerant of
evening visits, but I didn't have to worry about that, I thought, as I walked
into my room. Tym was bending over my homework. He seemed lost in thought,
because he didn't even notice me, so I had the opportunity to look him over
carefully. He was wearing black jeans that fit snugly and accentuated his butt.
Over that, he wore a baggy hoodie. Probably to hide the small belly underneath.
I didn't think that was a bad thing. Quite the opposite. It gave him a sweet,
boyish touch. Tym's short, black hair, contrary to his usual habit, he hadn't gelled
that night, so it lay flat on his head. That was also quite a good look for
him, I thought.
When too
much time had passed, I tore myself away. I would have liked to look at him
like this longer, but I didn't want to be caught. So I
went to him and put my hand lightly on his back. Tym winced at the touch.
Immediately I was afraid of having done something wrong and took my hand away.
It was a pity. The brief moment, when I could feel his warmth through the
fabric, was incredible. To loosen up the situation, I put a glass of Coke in
his hand and told Tym to plop down on my bed. I sat down on the chair next to
my desk. For a while, we sat there, silently drinking Coke. Finally, I asked
what was going on. Immediately I noticed that he was struggling to find the
words he wanted to say. He seemed incredibly insecure and somehow sad too. It
wasn't like him at all.
I
couldn't stand it anymore. I just felt sorry for how he sat there straining to
speak, so I told him to just tell me directly what was going on. He did. He had
come to decline my invitation. I was completely finished at that moment and had
to be careful not to have tears in my eyes. The only thing I got out was a
simple, "Why?" I just couldn't understand it. Why had he personally
come here to tell me that? He could have called or told me at school.
I
needed to know more. I pressed him for an explanation. What came next was
whispered. I had to make an effort to understand him properly.
It
must have cost Tym an infinite amount of strength to tell me the truth. I will
probably always remember those words: "I can't come along because I fell
in love with you. I'm afraid it hurts too much. I can't be around you anymore."
Now I
was speechless. How could I answer? I was still trying to figure out my own
feelings.
Tym
must have misinterpreted my silence. He got up without another word and tried to
leave with a tear running down his cheek.
This
was the moment when I didn't have to think anymore. My heart broke at the
thought of letting him go like that. Before he could leave the room, I jumped
up and grabbed his hand. When he turned to me, I could see that his eyes were
filled with tears. Without thinking about it, I took Tym as tightly as I could
in my arms.
My
right hand gently stroked his hair. Tym's body nestled against mine. It was
this hug, this feeling of closeness, that showed me what I really wanted.
When
we finally pulled apart, Tym looked at me. He was literally beaming.
Nevertheless, he still seemed to be unsettled. He didn't have to be. Not
anymore. I took him by the hands and pulled him back to me. Our faces
approached each other. Words were no longer necessary. We only had to look into
each other's eyes to know. The distance between us decreased noticeably. I knew
what was going to follow and everything in me was looking forward to it. Just
before our lips met, I closed my eyes. It was the first time I kissed someone
like that. The most beautiful feeling of my life so far. Our lips played around
each other and caressed each other. I could feel Tym open his mouth slightly,
inviting me to explore it with my tongue.
At first I was a bit unsure. After all, I had no experience doing
this. Still, I did. The feeling that spread in me was beautiful. I don't know
how long we stood there and kissed. I pulled him in the direction of my bed and
fell backwards onto it, pulling Tym down to lie on top of me. Tym rolled off me
to the side. I thought he wanted to leave, but then he kissed me again. This
time it was even more passionate. I felt his hand slide under my tee-shirt. He
gently stroked my stomach and came to rest on my chest. From that moment on,
there was no turning back. I was already aroused but now I wanted to feel him
completely. My hand ran under his hoodie and explored the soft warm skin
underneath.
Tym
was also busy with his hands under my shirt. For a brief moment I wondered if
it was going too far, but I just couldn't help it and pulled the hoodie over
his head with a jerk. Oh God, Tym was beautiful. Without waiting, I tore off my
own shirt and pressed my chest against his. The feeling of bare skin on bare
skin drove me crazy. Tym seemed to feel the same way. Our kisses became more
and more intense. Our hands glided over our bodies. Tym's fingers wandered to
my pants. With a few quick tugs, he opened my pants and pulled them down. I hurried
to do the same with him. The bump in his boxers was easy to recognize. I was no
different. Again we kissed, but I was not satisfied
yet. I wanted more. My hand felt Tym's cock. Already at the first touch he
groaned. That only turned me on even more.
I
could clearly feel how my own underpants had become very wet with anticipation.
While I was fondling Tym with one hand, I pulled off the last piece of fabric
with the other. Now he lay completely naked next to me. I relished the view.
Tym apparently wanted something to look at too. With a quick movement, he yanked
my boxers off. My plump cock hit him as it plopped back against my stomach. Tym
sat up and pulled me up to him. We sat across from each other, with our legs
intertwined, for the moment just sitting opposite each other and looking at
each other. It was sexy seeing each other naked with stiff cocks, but we
couldn't wait any longer. Our hands quickly resumed their play. Tym was damn
hard and I thought it was wonderful to let my hand slide over it. He, too,
seemed to enjoy it.
He
breathed faster and faster and moaned loudly. But he didn't let me miss out
either. As he massaged my cock, I realized I had never been as incredibly horny
as I was in that moment. I was about to come, so I warned Tym. That only seemed
to motivate him even more. He started stroking and kneading my balls. I moaned
loudly one last time and squirted a full load on Tym's stomach. That also
brought him over the threshold. He twitched like mad and one hand clawed at my
shoulder. His orgasm must have been as powerful as the one he'd given me.
Completely
exhausted, we lay down next to each other and cuddled up against each other.
For me, it was indescribably beautiful how our glued bodies nestled against
each other.
At
that moment I was simply happy. Tym loved me and I loved him. Yes, this meant I
was gay. I knew that very well now. But what could have been more beautiful at
that moment?
Roderyk closed the journal and put it away. How different
his life would have been if he and Tym could have stayed together. Why did
Tym's dad have to take that job in faraway Berlin, taking Tym away and leaving
them both heartbroken.
Roderyk finished drying off his body and slipped on clean
shorts and a tee-shirt. Now he knew why the look in RJ's eyes had upset him so
much. It was the same look he'd seen once before, when Tym looked at him.
Oh, RJ, his heart cried out, don't do this! Don't fall in
love with me!
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Auntie gave Roderyk the keys to the old pickup and asked,
"You think you can find your way back after you take these two rascals home?"
Roderyk held up his cell phone. "GPS," he replied, grinning.
"GP what?" Auntie asked, then waved her hand. "Never mind. You young'un's and your new-fangled technology. Don't drive
too fast, my boy. Wouldn't be good if you got pulled over for speedin', especially since you ain't
got a license to drive here yet."
Roderyk hesitated. "Maybe you should take the boys home,
Auntie."
"Nah. It'll be fine, dear. I need to get started cooking
supper. Just take your time and don't roll through any stop signs. They love to
get you for that! Caught me a few times, they have, but not every time!" She
laughed and turned to walk back into the house, leaving Roderyk staring after
her, slightly dismayed.
RJ tugged his arm. "Can I sit in the middle and help you
shift gears?"
Startled, Roderyk stopped picturing himself being taken to
jail for rolling through a stop sign and looked down at RJ's eager face. "Ummm, sure. I don't see why not," he replied, causing the
boy to grin even wider.
"Sweet!" RJ exclaimed, running to climb into the pickup with
Mickey right behind him.
Roderyk walked around the truck and climbed behind the
wheel. The old truck wasn't much different from one he'd driven at work back in
Bamberg, so he didn't expect any problems driving it.
RJ straddled the gear shift, placing both hands on the knob
at the top of the long metal bar jutting up from the floorboard.
`This should be interesting,' Roderyk thought to himself,
realizing for the first time that his hand would be perilously close to RJ's
crotch when he shifted the truck into fourth gear.
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Mickey watched out of the side of his eye as Roderyk drove
them home. The man's hand was on top of the shifting knob several times,
resting on top of RJ's hands as he showed RJ how to shift. Although Roderyk
never actually touched RJ's groin, his hand was sure darn close at times, and
it wouldn't have taken much for him to brush against RJ's boner, which was
obvious to Mickey.
Why was RJ hard? Sure, Mickey knew his friend was gay. But
this Roderyk guy was way too old. It was creepy, popping a boner for an old
guy. Well, not old, Mickey had to admit. But he was a lot older than the two of
them, and it made Mickey nervous to see the way RJ kept looking at Roderyk,
excited and happy to be sitting next to him, having their hands touch.
Mickey looked away, embarrassed. He suspected something more
was going on. All these stories RJ began writing, stories about letting
everyone know he was gay ... he started writing them just a week or so ago, and
that's when his friend met this Roderyk guy. Mickey hoped there wasn't more to
it, but he'd heard all about creepy guys who liked
boys, and this Roderyk dude might be one of those guys. Mickey hoped not, but
he was beginning to worry that it was true.
He glanced back over at RJ. RJ sure seemed happy at the
moment. Almost like he was in love.
Crap! Mickey didn't know what to do, but he had to do
something.
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Mickey pulled the plate out of the microwave and set it on
the table. RJ grabbed one of the Hot Pocket pizza treats, then dropped it back,
shouting, "Ouch! It's hot!"
"Of course, it is, doofus. It has to cool off a minute."
RJ laughed. "I'm hungry now!"
"Eat some chips," Mickey said, pushing the bag of Doritos
across the table.
RJ reached inside and pulled out a handful of chips. He stared
off into space, smiling as he munched.
Mickey wanted to say something. Wanted to ask questions. But
he didn't want to hear the answers he was afraid RJ would give him. He took a
deep breath, thought about what he wanted to say, then changed his mind and
said, "There's a new Avengers movie coming out next week."
RJ jumped slightly. "Huh?"
Mickey frowned. "Didn't you hear what I said?"
"Sorry. I was thinking about something."
"What were you thinking about?"
RJ blushed. "Just stuff."
Mickey didn't want to ask, but he had to know. "I thought I
was your friend, RJ."
RJ glanced at Mickey, puzzled. "You are my friend. My best
friend."
"Then why are you keeping secrets from me?"
"Huh? I'm not keeping any secrets from you." RJ was honestly
baffled by Mickey's question.
"Fine. Whatever. Here ... these are probably cool enough to
eat now." He shoved the plate at RJ. At every one of those boring school
assemblies, when the experts on stranger danger came to talk to them, even
though the kids giggled throughout the lecture, Mickey remembered one thing
they said over and over. If you see something, say something.
If this Roderyk guy was fucking with RJ, Mickey had to stop
it, somehow. But who could he tell?
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Erin Masters thanked Mickey for coming to her and telling
her what he'd seen. It was all beginning to make sense now. The signs had been
there all along. The hints in the stories RJ was
writing. The boldness the boy had shown by coming out at school.
Erin sighed and read through RJ's essay one more time. Angelus.
That was an interesting choice of names for the supernatural creature that
saved the gay boy from the monsters threatening him. Angelus ... an angel?
Erin shook her head. More like a demon.
The end of UNCAGED, Chapter Eight