Date: Sat, 31 Aug 2019 20:51:37 -0500
From: Keith Yates <keith.96@att.net>
Subject: Brent's Struggle 04

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Chapter 4

"That was great," Cody whispers into Brent's ear.

"You were awesome," Brent says with his arms and legs still around the sexy
man. His hands are sliding up and down Cody's sweaty back.

Cody moves lifting himself off of Brent and allowing Brent to lower his
legs. He then kisses Brent's inviting lips.

Once the kiss breaks Cody separates their sticky bodies. "You shot quite a
load there stud," Cody says smiling at his young lover.

"Um sorry about the mess," Brent says looking down at his sticky body.

Cody rolls off the bed and stands up. He holds out a hand to Brent. "Come
on let's clean up."

Brent takes the offered hand and allows Cody to pull him into the bathroom.

After turning on the shower he pulls the naked teen to him. He kisses those
sweet lips again and holds Brent tight. "This has been awesome." Cody's
arms hold Brent tight to his naked body. The sweat and cum on their chest
mixing together as they stand there holding each other.

"I agree," Brent says. He feels the strong hands sliding down and gripping
his well fucked ass. He can also feel Cody's copious load leaking from his
hole and oozing down his legs. Cody's strong hands squeeze Brent's smooth
ass cheeks. His fingers dance up and down Brent's smooth crack. He parts
those cheeks and feeling the cum oozing from Brent's hole Cody teases that
anal opening while kissing Brent's lips.

Brent's cock jumps as Cody's finger enters his hole. He feels the man
teasing his hole and with each probing inch of Cody's finger his cock jumps
growing harder and harder.

"You are quite the stud," Cody says as his hand lubricated with the cum
leaking from Brent's ass wraps around Brent's teenage boner. "This is
telling me you are ready for another round." Pressing his lips to Brent's,
Cody kisses the blonde teenager.

Cody sticks a hand into the shower spray and judging it the right
temperature he pulls Brent into the shower with him. "Let's get cleaned
up."

Cody lathers up Brent's golden hair with the shampoo. With his soapy hands
on either side of Brent's face, He leans in and kisses Brent softly on the
lips. "You are just too damn cute." He then soaps up Brent's chest and
stomach to clean the sticky mess of boy cum from it. He smiles at Brent as
he tweaks one of Brent's pink nipples.

"Hey," Brent cries.

Cody's soapy fingers are sliding further down until they are in Brent's
blonde bush. He finds Brent's teenage cock and his slippery fingers
encircle the teen. "Damn bud," Cody says as he strokes Brent. "After
shooting that huge load, you are already up for round two."

Brent feels his face blushing. "I, um, can't help it. No one could be
anything but hard with your sexy naked body in the shower with them.

"Oh," Cody sighs. "You are sweet."

Brent takes his turn at lathering up Cody's shaggy mop of dark chocolate
hair. Then his soapy hands explore the hard muscles of Cody's arms, chest
and hard belly. He loves the feeling of that tan skin under his fingers. He
slides his hand down to Cody's trim bush and he finds Cody's cock growing
towards full erection. "Looks like I'm not the only one rock hard."

"It aint quite rock hard yet," Cody says as Brent slowly massages his cock.

"Yes," Brent says smiling. "But soon it will be."

Cody pushes Brent back against the tile wall of the shower. He drops down
to kiss the tip of Brent's teenage cock. He takes the boy into his mouth
and slowly begins sucking on Brent. His lips surround the shaft as his
tongue swirls around the teenage cock head.

"Ohohohoh," Brent moans as Cody uses his experienced mouth to drive Brent
crazy.

The warm water is cascading down their naked bodies as Cody slides his
mouth up and down Brent's cock. His fingers massage Brent's teenage orbs as
his lips are gliding up and down the teenage erection. Brent tangles his
fingers in Cody's wet mob of brown hair and holds him as his hips move on
their own. He pushes his cock to meet Cody's hungry mouth. He feels himself
slipping down into Cody's throat. Then he feels Cody's finger tease his
hole. Cody easily slides his wet finger into Brent and the boy moans
louder. The finger quickly finds that spot that Cody's cock was tapping
earlier and Brent arches his back. His body tenses up as his cock begins
erupting. Brent's teenage juice is shooting jets of his load right into
Cody's mouth.

Cody feels the cock grow in his mouth. He smiles inside as the first jet
hits his throat and the blonde cries out in pleasure. Cody rubs Brent's
prostate and feels the cock respond pouring forth more of Brent's white
milk.

Brent's back is against the cool surface of the tile wall. His legs are
week after emptying his seed into Cody's mouth. He looks down at the sexy
man still kneeling on the shower floor with Brent's softening cock in his
mouth.

Cody looks up at Brent and lets the softening cock slip from between his
lips. He smiles at the blonde as he gets to his feet. He presses his wet
naked body to Brent's and then his lips to Brent's. Brent parts his lips
and is rewarded with a tongue coated in teenage spunk.

They tongue battle as the water washes the remaining soap and cum down the
drain.

"You taste as sweet as you look," Cody says as he is holding Brent tight.

"I can't believe this," Brent moans. His arms are around the older guy. His
face is against Cody's wet shoulder. "I can't believe this is actually
happening." Brent's hands caress Cody's back and slide down the sexy man's
strong back to grip his hard ass. Brent's fingers are traveling up and down
Cody's wet crack. It feels so right standing there in the shower being held
by this man. It feels so right to Brent to be held and kissed while the
water is cascading over their naked bodies.

Cody turns off the water and grabs towels and the two quickly dry each
other. Cody then pulls Brent back to his bed. He holds the teenager and
runs fingers thru the blonde's wet hair.

"I got to get back to the hotel," Brent says. "My parents are going to be
looking for me."

"Sure," Cody says. "In a minute I'll drive you back."

The loud sound of Cody's phone pulls him from sleep. He grabs it. "This had
better be important."

Brent does not know where he is. He hears a voice and the voice is getting
louder. He opens his eyes and realizes he isn't in his room or the hotel
room. It all slowly comes back to Brent. He now remembers the drive to
Cody's place, the hot sex and then the hot shower. He smiles. Then he
realizes Cody is starting to shout.

"What?" Brent asks looking at the man next to him.

Cody snaps the phone closed. "What the fuck have you done?"

"What?" Brent asks confused.

"You are 15," Cody says. "You are only 15?"

"Um, yeah," Brent answers still confused.

Cody is gritting his teeth. "I can't believe this. I can't fucking believe
this. I'm going to be so fucked."

"Um, what's wrong?" Brent asks.

"That was my friend Tyler, the desk clerk from your hotel," Cody says. "He
just called to tell me that the whole fucking place is up in arms because a
guest is fucking missing. A fucking 15 year old." Cody's eyes drill into
Brent furious at having been manipulated by the teenager.

"Oh shit," Brent says realizing how fucked up things are getting.

"You're fucking form said you were 18," Cody said. "You wrote 18 on the
form." His voice and eyes accuse Brent of the deception.

"I, I," Brent stammers.

"You should have told me," Cody says again. "I wouldn't have brought you
back here."

"I thought you knew," Brent said.

"How the fuck would I know," Cody said. "Your fucking form said 18."

"I, I didn't fill it out," Brent says. "I never even saw the form."

Cody sees the truth in Brent's eyes. He sees it and attempts to calm
down. "You didn't fill it out?"

"No," Brent answers. "I didn't think my parents were going to pay for the
lessons." Brent is talking fast now. He is worried things with Cody had
gone from fantastic to shit. "I was sitting on the beach when my Mom told
me that I was going to have the lesson the next day. I didn't fill out a
form. I honestly had no idea you did not know how old I was. I didn't ever
think about it. You were so cool and we were clicking like buds. It never
entered my mind. I'm sorry Cody."

"I got to get you back," Cody says as he begins looking for clothes. "If
they find you here...I'll fucking end up in prison for, for fucking child
molestation or something."

"I won't tell anyone what happened," Brent says also scrambling for
clothes.

Cody is pulling on shorts and grabbing a shirt as Brent apologizes over and
over again. Brent shrugs into his own shirt and pulls on his shorts. He
grabs his shoes and quickly slips into them.

"Cody," Brent says standing dressed "I am sorry."

Cody takes a deep breath and lets it out. "It is a fucked up situation. I
should have asked. I just assumed the form was correct. I never fucking do
this. I never get involved with a guest. I never do this with a student."

"I won't tell," Brent says.

Cody grabs his keys. "We got to get you back to the hotel. Before someone
shows up here."

Brent steps closer to Cody an sliding his arms around the older guy says,
"I had a real blast with you tonight. I, um, am glad we did everything we
did."

"We have got to go," Cody says pushing Brent back. "I'm sorry that things
ended up like this." Cody started to say more but instead says. "Let's get
you back."

"Sure," Brent says.

The two hurry out of the apartment and to Cody's van. The night is cool as
they slide into the van. "I'm going to drop you off a couple blocks from
the hotel," Cody tells Brent. "Say you fell asleep on the beach or got lost
or something."

"Sure," Brent agrees. "I'm sorry Cody." Brent reaches over and puts his
hand on Cody's leg. He can feel the soft hairs of the guy's tan leg against
his palm.

Cody glances at Brent. He picks up Brent's hand and puts it on the arm
rest. "You are going to have to be convincing," Cody says.

"Sure," Brent says a little hurt.

"I really have never done this sort of thing with a student before," Cody
says as he glances at Brent and then back at the road. "I really fucked
this up."

"I don't think you did," Brent says. "I have no regrets...well except for
not telling you my age. I never even thought about it."

Cody pulls into an ally a couple blocks from the hotel. "You should be able
to walk it from here."

"Sure," Brent says and begins to lean over. But Cody puts up a hand and
stops him. Brent looks into Cody's eyes. "Cody?"

"We can't Brent," he says. "I can't. You understand that right."

"Um, sure but," Brent begins.

"You need to get going," Cody says. "I'm going to end up in a shit storm if
we are found together."

"I'll see you before we leave," Brent says.

"Maybe," Cody says. "But for now...you had better go."

"Cody," Brent says looking at Cody in the dark van. "I am sorry."

"I know," Cody answers softly.

Brent slips from the van. He heads to the end of the ally and pauses. He
looks back but he can't see Cody in the van. He can only see the dark shape
of it there in the shadows. Part of him would love to just run back and
take off with Cody. Part of him would like to run away from everything. He
was hurt by how Cody had pushed him away. "Is this how you felt?" he
wondered. "Is this how I made Devyn feel? No it would have been worse for
Devyn. I was worse to him than Cody was to me. He felt the tears burning
his eyes. "I am sorry. I keep screwing up everyone's life. I have now
messed up Cody's, I messed up Devyn's, hell I even screwed up with Tracy."

He turns the corner and stops. Flashing lights are in the hotel drop off
lane. At least 3 or 4 cop cars. He takes a deep breath before hurrying
towards the door. There is no chance he can get by them. He is spotted
almost at once. Cops surround him. "Yeah, I'm Brent," he mutters. "What's
going on?"

"Brent!" Linda cries when she makes it to her son. "Oh thank god you are
alright."

"Where the hell have you been?" Richard barks.

"Let's give the boy some room," the cop in charge says to them all. They
are pushed into one of the hotel conference rooms. "Now son," the cop
begins. "Just tell us what happened."

"Nothing," Brent begins. "I went for a walk on the beach after dinner. I
walked further than I thought and sat for a while to rest. I, um, guess I
dozed off. When I woke up it was dark. I started back but, um, well got
confused. I ended up getting a little lost."

"Is that so," the cop says writing in his note book.

"Yeah," Brent answers. "I, um, am sorry. I didn't mean for all of this to
happen."

"I am sure you didn't," the officer says.

Brent has to repeat his story a couple more times. The sun is up by the
time he is finished with the questions.

"I am so glad you are alright," Linda says hugging her son. "We were so
worried.

Richard closes the door of the hotel suite studying his son. "We were
worried about you," he begins. "When you went on this walk, were you
alone?"

"What?" Brent says surprised.

"Or were you with someone?" Richard asks glaring at his son. "Maybe someone
like that surfer bum.

"No," Brent says.

"It just seems like if you had dozed off on the beach," Richard continues
"that you would have sand on you. I don't see any sand."

"I brushed it off," Brent answers but looks away from his father.

"I'm also wondering why your shirt is wrong side out?" Richard asks.

"I, um, took it off on the beach," Brent supplies.

"Just what kind of fool do you think I am," Richard snaps stepping closer
to Brent. "What kind of idiot do you think we are?" His voice gets louder
as he steps closer to Brent.

"Richard calm down," Linda says.

"Calm down," Richard explodes. "I won't calm down. We worried that
something terrible had happened to our son. We called the police. We called
the hotel management and he was off...he was off doing god only knows what
with that man. Did you do the same sort of disgusting acts with him that
you did with that Roberts kid?"

"I didn't," Brent begins but Richard is not listening.

"I won't have this," Richard continues. "I won't have my son doing that
short of, of perversion."

"Dad," Brent tries again.

"Go to your room," Richard snaps. "Get out of my sight."

Brent's shoulders drop and he looks at the floor as he moves to the
bedroom. "I," he starts but a word from his Dad silences him.

"If I had proof I would have that child molester arrested and tossed in
jail. He belongs locked up so he can't corrupt another innocent boy."

"Cody didn't do anything wrong," Brent says from his bedroom doorway.

Richard again is not listening as he paces back and forth.

"Richard," Linda begins. "You need to calm down. It is our last day. We can
go have breakfast and..."

"Calm down," he bellows at her. "Do you have any idea what kind of
unnatural acts your son has been doing? Do you have any idea what filth
that kid has been hanging out with while we were worried sick?"

"Brent is fine," Linda says. "We leave tomorrow. We can put this all behind
us. Brent will..."

"Military school," Richard barks. "He is going as soon as we get home. He
needs to be made into a man. He will be a man. He will be..."

Brent buries his head under the pillow. He tries to drown out the argument
between his mom and Dad.

The last day of the vacation is completely miserable for Brent. His Dad is
not talking to him and is gone most of the time. His Mom is quiet but won't
let Brent out of her sight. Brent longs to slip away and find Cody. He
wants to try and patch things up with Cody. He waits until his parents are
asleep and then he creeps out of the hotel suite. He makes his way thru the
nearly silent hallways to the front desk.

"Can I help you?" The desk clerk asks.

"Um, are you, um, Tyler," Brent asks.

"Yes," he answers. "Can I help you?"

"Um, you are friends with Cody right?" Brent asks.

"Are you the kid that got lost last night?" Tyler inquires.

"Yes," Brent answers.

"You fucked things up for Cody," Tyler says. "He got fired. He's going to
be lucky if any of the hotels will hire him."

"Shit," Brent mutters. "I am sorry."

"You need to just go," Tyler tells him. "Just go home and leave Cody
alone."

"I want to see him," Brent begins. "I want to tell him."

"No," Tyler said. "Go home and forget him. He is going to forget you."

"I really want to talk to him," brent says his blue eye pleading with
Tyler. "He isn't answering my calls."

"Of course he isn't," Tyler says glaring at the tean. "He is smarter than
to answer a call from you. You have done enough."

"Would you," Brent begins. "Um, please just give him this." Brent takes the
gift that he had picked up for Cody. He hands it to Tyler. "Please," brent
said pleading when Tyler hesitates to take it.

Reluctantly Tyler takes the package from Brent. "I'll give it to him."

"Thanks," Brent said. "I really am sorry. I didn't mean for shit to happen
like this."

"Just go home and forget about him," Tyler says.

Brent turns and heads to the elevator. He knows that he will never forget
Cody. He will not forget Cody any more than he would forget Devyn. If there
are two images that he will carry with him for all time it is their two
warm and accepting faces.

He tries to quietly slip into the suite but discovers his Dad sitting there
on the sofa. "Where have you been?"

"I, um, went for a walk," Brent answers.

"You have been doing that a lot," Richard says. "I hope when we get home
you are done with walking. At military school you will be too tired to
walk. Their physical training will put some muscle on your scrawny frame
and make sure you are too tired to go for a walk." His voice shows his
disgust for Brent's "walk".

"Good night," Brent says and closes his room door.

Brent soon finds himself on an airplane flying home. Neither of his parents
is talking to him. The flight is long and miserable. Part of him wishes he
had done things differently. He wishes he had never gone back to the
hotel. He wants to just be with Cody. "But he is pissed," Brent thinks as
he looks out the window. "I fucked up again. I am a worthless shit. I did
not mean for any of that stuff to happen to Cody."

For Brent the drive from the airport to home took forever. The silence in
the car was thick. It felt like it was alive. He still felt as though he
would throw-up at any moment.

As they drove down the street to his house, Brent found his eyes looking at
Devyn's house. He still wanted to go over there and talk to Devyn. He
wanted to try and patch things up. He wanted it but he knew he could not
have it. He could not have that anymore than he could fix things with
Cody. He knew his life was screwed up and he had no idea how he could make
anything better.

He followed his parents inside. He started up the stairs. "I do not know
what we are going to do with you," Richard said.

"Dad," Brent said coming back down the few steps. "I am sorry. I didn't
mean for any of that to happen."

"You said Devyn forced you into it," Richard said. "Are you saying this man
forced you as well?"

"Nothing happened with Cody," Brent lied. Brent was determined not to get
Cody into any trouble.

"You cannot allow yourself to be manipulated like this. It is wrong and
disgusting," Richard said. "What kind of man do you think you are going to
make if you allow this sort of unnatural things to happen?"

"Nothing happened," Brent lied. "We were just friends. He just, um,
listened. We talked."

"Don't lie to me," Richard sneered. "I saw you. I saw you hugging him. I
saw you letting him touch you. It sickens me. You sicken me."

"Go on to your room," Linda said cutting off Richard. "We will figure this
out."

Brent looked down at the floor as he climbed the stairs. He could still
hear his parent's voices as he reached the landing.

"You are too easy on him," Richard told his wife. "That is probably why he
is how he is."

"Oh do not blame this on me," Linda said. ""You have been just as much an
influence on him as I have."

"So what do we do?" Richard asked.

"Maybe we should just let him be," Linda said.

"NO!" Richard almost shouted. "He cannot be like that. I will not let him
be like that. We need to get him help. We need to find someone to make him
better."

Brent closed the door to his bedroom blocking out his parents voices. He
threw himself down on his bed. He could not believe life was this hard. He
had met two great guys. Two guys that also like him and he had hurt both of
them. He pulled out the picture of Devyn and studied the face that he
already had memorized. "I fucked up," he told the image. "I'm sorry I am so
messed up." Tears cascaded down Brent's cheeks as he studied the picture of
the brown haired boy.

"Morning," Brent said softly to his Mom as he entered the kitchen.

"Hi honey," she said back.

"Um, is Dad here?" Brent asked.

"He went to play a few rounds of golf," Linda said.

"Is he, am I going to military school?" Brent asked.

"No honey," Linda said. "School starts in a couple of weeks. We made an
appointment for you to see Dr. Wilson tomorrow. I think getting back into a
regular routine will help the situation."

Brent felt a weight being lifted off of his shoulders. He had been so
stressed about being sent away to some sort of testosterone driven foe
military school. He had never been that physical. He would play sports and
watch them but it wasn't something he found all consuming like some of the
high school jocks. He and Devyn had been alike in that. They had spent more
time checking out the guys than really watching the game. Crap he needed to
stop thinking like that. It was that kind of thinking that keeps getting
him into trouble.

"Thanks Mom," he says and leans down to kiss her cheek. "I'm sure that not
sending me away was more due to you than anything. I, um, sorry about, um,
well if it caused a fight between you and Dad."

Linda looked at her son. She studied his sweet face. His eyes were a little
red. He looked tired. She wondered if he had gotten any sleep last
night. He still looked too thin. He did have a nice vacation sun kissed
looked to him. "You're Dad and I will be alright. You will see everything
will work out."

"Thanks," he said.

"Now let me fix you something to eat," she said and set about fixing
breakfast.

Brent had hoped that seeing Dr. Wilson would help the situation. He thought
maybe the doctor would be able to reassure his Dad. The tension between
Richard and Linda and Brent and Richard was thick. His Mom seemed tense but
the discomfort was not as bad with her as it was with his dad.

Dr. Wilson studied Brent as he talked. She had been asking him questions
trying to get the boy to open up to her but was finding him unwilling to
talk about his feelings and events.

"You understand your father's concern, don't you?" she asked after another
failed attempt to make him talk about the vacation. Oh she had heard all
about the hike with his Mom and the tour of Perl Harbor. She had listened
to him talk about the beach, surfing and the fun they had shopping. She did
not hear a word about the boy his father had told her about. Brent not
talking about this boy told her more than if he had told her about their
surfing lessons. She did not hear anything about the time he was asleep on
the beach causing such a panic with his parents.

"Um, I guess," Brent said shrugging his shoulders.

"He loves you and wants you to be both physically and emotionally healthy."

"Um, sure," Brent said looking at his feet.

"So tell me about the boy," she said. "Tell me what happened."

"Nothing," Brent said. "Dad misunderstood. He hugged me and that is all."

Glancing at her notes she said, "He had his hands all over you, on your
back and even your butt."

"He's a surfing instructor," Brent said. "He is use to touching
students. We, um, were just saying goodbye. We spent a lot of time together
for the time we were there. He was cool."

"Hmm," she said writing more notes. "So you felt nothing when he was
touching you?"

Brent had felt very good standing there in Cody's embrace. He had felt warm
all over. He had also definitely felt a sexual arousal at having Cody
touching his butt. It had felt natural to return the hug. It had even felt
more right to kiss those inviting lips. "Just, um, like friends you know,"
Brent said.

Brent was watching as she crossed and uncrossed her legs. Her legs were
very shapely and the skirt she was wearing was kind of short. He tried to
keep his eyes off her legs. He did not want to be accused of trying to look
up her skirt.

"Just friends," she said. The tone making it clear that she did not believe
him. "That is how things started out with you and Devyn. You were just
friends. Then he manipulated you into those horrifying acts." When Brent
did not say anything she continued. "You allowed him to use you and it
sounds like that is the path you were on with this man. This man should be
in jail for touching an underage boy."

Brent felt his stomach flip. He could not let them arrest Cody. Cody had
not done anything wrong. Cody had listened to him. Cody had cared about
him. "Nothing happened with him," Brent said. "It was a simple hug. He, um,
he's a bit of a jock and that is a jock thing a slap on the butt." Brent
was trying to come up with any reason to protect Cody. He did not want his
friend to get into any more trouble than he already was. He sure hoped Cody
was doing alright. He wanted to call him but he had not gotten up the nerve
for that yet. He was afraid Cody wouldn't answer or that he would answer
and tell Brent that he hated him.

"Even if nothing happened," Dr. Wilson began. "It is still wrong. It is
still inappropriate. You know better. We have talked about how horrible
those kinds of thoughts are. We have talked about what that will do to you
and your life. You should have felt very uncomfortable at having this man
invade your personal space. You should have been mortified at having been
touch in a private place like that by another man."

Brent looked at the floor. He studied the pattern in the area rug that
covered the floor in the small sitting area of her office. He studied the
lines and listened to her lecture him. He listened to how sick he was if he
allowed sexual acts with men to enter his thoughts or even worse if he
actually performed and participated in them. Brent always thought
psychologists sat and listened to you talk out your problems. He had not
expected to be lectured for 90 minutes of his 2 hour appointment.

"You understand the destruction those sorts of feelings can cause," she
said. "You understand that it will rip apart your family. I know you do not
want that to happen." Leaning forward she placed her hand on Brent's
knee. She looked into his eyes. "I only want you to become a healthy young
man."

Brent looked up from her hand on his knee. He could see her cleavage. He
quickly pulled his eyes to her face. "I um know," he said softly.

"I think we will need to resume our weekly appointments," she said. "I
think if things do not improve we might half to move it to a twice weekly
appointment. I am also going to prescribe a medication that will help with
your urges to perform inappropriate human interactions. It should help get
you back on the moral track."

The silent's in the car was thick as they rode home. His parents did not
talk to him or to each other. Brent watched out the window as they drove
thru the streets. They stopped at the pharmacy to pick up his new
medications. "I just want to die," Brent thought as he threw himself down
in his room.

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