Uncaged

By Wes Leigh featuring the contributions of Rob the Scribe

 

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Chapter Eight

 

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