WARNING:

This is a story of friendship, commitment, love and trust. It is not a sex story. However, this story deals with love between two male teenagers. If you are offended by stories involving love between two teenage boys, please do not read this story. There may be some sex scenes in this story; however, sex is not the main theme. If you are under age 18 or 21 or it is illegal to read this story where you live, don't read it. Reproducing this story for distribution without the owner's permission is a violation of that copyright.

West Fargo

Just A Story - Chapter 13

PE is my last class of the day. It was one of the few Charlie and I didn't share, which didn't bother me too much because I've already seen him naked. I had run a little late because Charlie had gone somewhere, Milano, with his Mom at lunchtime. I missed him already. It was going to be a boring weekend for me. He asked if I could go, but mom said no.

I had just pulled on my jeans when I heard, "Downsley, how about goin' down on this?"

It was Alister Moore as real asshole.

"Fuck off, Moore!" I said turning around to face him. He was completely naked holding his cock and four other punks where with him.

"Hey! Take it easy, Downsley, I know you like to suck cock cuz, your boyfriend, who you kissed in public, told me you gave him great head after he bought you a really expensive bike the other day." He had a sickly grin on his face.

I was shocked how could Charlie have done that! "I-I don't know what you're talking about. I'm not gay asshole. So-so, get the fuck outta my way!"

"No way, fagot! You're gonna suck my cock and my friends or we'll just butt fuck you!" he laughed then his face went serious "I hate queer boys, like you and I'd just as soon see you dead, fagot. Now you're servicing us or we're taking you down!"

"Get out of my way!" I said as I tried to get past him to the door. Bad move because he hit me right in the gut knocking the breath out of me and then an uppercut sent me flailing backwards on to the cement floor. The next thing I knew they were all on me; a sock stuffed in my mouth and a towel wrapped around my mouth to hold the sock in. It was somebody's dirty sock. I wanted to vomit! I was trying to get free, but I was powerless. I felt two of them pull my jeans down. Alister was on top of me and I could feel his cock pushing against my anus.

I vaguely remember seeing a big boot in front of my face. It looked like it was going to smash my face and reactively I buried my face. I heard a scream as Alister’s body connect with the boot and he fell of me. Whoever else had been holding me down, let go.

Just before I passed out I heard this deep voice say, "If I catch any of you assholes within a hundred yards of this guy; if I hear of even the slightest trouble you give him or his friends, me and my big brother are gonna simply take you out, naugh we won't kill ya, we'll simply make ya parpalegics, unable to shit, piss, talk or fuck!"

A cold washcloth was being wiped across my face. I sat up quickly, too quickly! Oh! My head hurt, my face hurt, but luckily I guess you could say my butt didn't hurt. I was trying to focus on the body next to me.

"You okay?" He asked. "Sorry that's sort of a stupid question. I'm Tom Westerson."

He was taller than me, brown hair, brown eyes. I looked down my jeans and underwear had been pulled back up, but not fastened. I zipped up the fly. How could Charlie have told Alister? Why? We'd talked, he knew I wasn't ready to come out and to tell him about our personal life!

"You wanna talk about what happened?" asked Tom in a quite voice.

I just shook my head no.

"I, uh, my brother got raped. Sort of similar to what happened here. He almost committed suicide...so I sorta know how you feel...if I can be of any help...I'm here for you. K?"

"Please don't tell anybody I'm gay," I managed to whisper.

I walked slowly out to my car with Tom walking silently beside me. By the time I got to the car the tears were flowing. He looked sad and concerned. As I started to get in my car I felt his hand rest on my shoulder. I flinched and he immediately pulled it back.

“You’re in no condition to drive. I’ll drive.” I was not in any condition to argue so I handed him the keys and went around to the passenger’s side and got in.

I muttered directions to my house and we drove on in silence for a few minutes.

“Thanks…thanks for coming to my rescue…you said your brother was raped…”

“Yes, gang raped. Some guys found out that he was gay made him suck them off then took turns sodomizing him. He told me his ass was bleeding; he didn’t say anything to anybody because he was so ashamed. He got really depressed, just come home go to his room. My parents just figured it was a stage he was going through, but I knew something was wrong.”

“One day when I was at school I just got this feeling I had to go home, so I cut out and when I got home I found him in the bathroom crying, he’d just taken a bottle of sleeping pills. I grabbed a bottle of syrup of ipecac and poured it down his throat. Luckily, not much of the sleeping pills got into his system.”

“Afterwards, we talked, he told me the whole story, we cried a lot and I came out to him at that time. Today, I overheard two of those guys talking about getting a bj. Normally, I wouldn’t have paid attention, but then I heard ‘from some little fagot’ and I had a bad feeling something bad was going to happen. I’m sorry I didn’t get there quicker.”

“S’ok,” I muttered.

“If you’re not out, how did they find out?” he asked.

Did the floodgates open! “Charlie! Charlie fucking told him!” I managed to say through all the sobbing.

“Your boyfriend?”

“Yes. I hate him! How could he have told him…told him about personal things we did! How could he! I never want to see him again!” I was really sobbing hard, almost hysterically.

Tom pulled over to the side of the road. I felt his arm go around me and he pulled me into a hug. I cried long and hard. I cried till I was totally exhausted. Finally, I ran out of tears and I looked up at him. He smiled and gave me a squeeze, then kissed me on the forehead. I half smiled then kissed him back on the lips, gently.

“I’d like to go farther, but I think that would be taking advantage of you. I think that was the nicest kiss I’ve had for a long time. Your boyfriend is rich right?”

“That’s an understatement! I just can’t understand how he could…” I started tearing up again.

“Well, I can’t say my experience with rich guys has been has been that good. I mean it’s nice that they buy you the most expense gifts in the world, but when they get tired of you they treat you like a ten-cent whore!” He sighed deeply like there was something else.

“What?” I asked. He just shook his head. “No, there was something you were going to say. What was it?”

“I knew you were gay…I…I’ve been secretly watching you for a while…I’m sorry. I-I hate your boyfriend! I hate what he did to you! I heard him telling Alister about you…I wanted to tell you, but I knew you were in love with him and didn’t even know me, so why would you believe me!” As he spoke tears ran down his cheeks. I’ve loved you since the first day I saw you…I should have done something! I shouldn’t have allowed you to get hurt like you did today! I love you so much it really hurts!“

I was totally shocked by what he’d said. It was so out of character for the Charlie I knew, but was it? I mean what did I really know about Charlie other than he’d been mentally abused. Was this all part of that? I was so confused; my heart was aching. I wanted to tell him he was a liar, but he had just rescued me from Alister! He had heard Charlie’s conversation! Why did Charlie have to go to Milano, Italy? Was this his rich boy way of dumping me by outting me to some bigot! Tom loves me?

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