Date: Wed, 01 Oct 2008 15:53:03 -0400 From: kristiantrey@aol.com Subject: Finally, chapter 17 Finally Part 17. This story is a work of erotic gay fiction. If you are under-aged or offended or it's not legal for you to be reading this, then why are you? Questions, comments, suggestions to kristiantrey@aol.com. Authors note: Obviously, I wasn't around to hear and see parts of this and some of the following chapters, but I have written it more or less as it was told to me by my dad. "Dirk, I'm glad I caught you home without Danny being here." Scott told Danny's uncle. "Yeah, did you guys have fun at the beach?" Dirk answered. "This is killing me, knowing we have to move and that Danny and Chris will be apart," Right before our vacation over on the east coast, Dirk had called dad and had told him the bad news about being transferred out to California next month. He had talked to Cuff about it, but his nephew wanted to wait to tell Chris until after our weekend of fun in the sun. "Well, I might have an answer to all our troubles, dude." "That would be great. But I can't see how?" Dirk replied. "I'm stuck. I have to take that job transfer out west or lose my job. And you know finding a job here in Florida these days is impossible. I hate to split the boys up, and having Danny change schools for his upcoming senior year is going to screw him up even worse. But what fucking choice do we have?" "That's what I was going to tell you. Dirk, Danny can live with us and finish school here. And keep my son's heart from getting broken, too. If that would be ok with you?" "Yeah, that would be great! But it's not very realistic, Scott. I've been to your house. With you and Chris and now Rico, how can you have room for Danny? Even if they are sharing the same bed every night, the four of you are going to have a tough time living in your tiny house together." "I thought of that." Scott said. "With all the foreclosures in the area, I've found a much bigger house, right down the block. Four bedrooms, three baths and even a pool. Plenty of room for all of us and even you and your kids if you come back to visit." "That's great, but what are you going to do with your current place? Houses aren't exactly selling very well right now. I'm lucky I rent this place or I'd be screwed." Dirk told Scott. "Can you afford two mortgages? Even with Rico living with you?" "Don't have that problem, dude. I bought my house right before the prices skyrocketed. Used my army combat bonus pay, plus some of the cash my dad had left me when he died. So I own it free and clear." Scott answered. "I've got some guys from work who will rent it for a couple of years, then I figured I'd let Chris live there while he's in college. Danny too, of course, if their still together." "Damn, you're a great dad, planning ahead like that. I haven't even figured out how to pay for my own kid's college, not to mention Danny's. Though I think he'll be going to the new trade school while working full time, he's a good mechanic already. Just needs some more training." Danny, or Cuff as everyone calls him, works part time in a motorcycle repair shop. At 17, he was better than some of the older guys who worked there already. He knew he had a full-time job waiting for him as soon as he finished high school, just like he did every summer. The money he made, plus the infrequent checks from his absent father, supported him. Not that his uncle would let him starve or anything. But it kept some cash in his pocket and let him keep his motorcycle, the one thing his dad had left him before he took off and left his only kid with his brother Dirk. "I had nothing to do with that." Scott sighed. "His mom planned his financial future, putting aside the money my dad left him when he died. Plus the trust fund Chris got from his mother's parents. Chris has enough to go to any college he wants too, plus live comfortably for the rest of his life, if he's careful with his money, anyway." "If he goes away to school, what will you do with your house then?" "Oh, Chris isn't going far. Now that PHCC has a law enforcement program to train police officers, I think he'll be going there for at least 2 years, then maybe two more at USF in Tampa. Chris wants to be a cop, always dreamed and talked about it as a kid. Still does. He's been asking Rico all kinds of questions about being a deputy." "Ok. That all sounds great! We can ask the boys if they want Danny to stay here. But I think we both know the answer to that." Both talked about what they needed to do to make it cool with the school system and shit for Danny to stay with Scott and Rico and Chris. As they talked , both were surprised to hear Cuff's motorcycle drive up to the house. Both guys had figured that he would be sleeping over with Chris as usual. A few seconds later, a very upset, tearful Danny burst into the room. So upset he was shaking. He just looked at his uncle and then at Scott and burst into tears. "I told Chris we have to move. He hates me. Told me I'd broken his heart and that he never wants to see me again." Danny sobbed. "Even after I told him I'd be back next year, he just flipped out. Screaming and yelling and shit." "He did more than just yell, didn't he Danny?" His uncle asked. "That's some bruise on your chin." "He caught me good. Then I stopped him. Good thing I've been working out. But he was so angry and upset he didn't even know what he was doing or saying!" Danny moaned. "Fuck, I'm just so sick that I hurt him. Doesn't he know I don't want to leave, either?" As Cuff was crying to his uncle, Scott was on his cell, calling home. To try to tell Chris that they'd worked everything out and it would be all ok. But there was no answer. He was about to try his cell when he saw he had a new voice mail. "Daddy, please answer!" Chris, crying hysterically on the voice mail, said. "Daddy, I've done something so fucking stupid and I lost Danny forever! He's moving away and I told him I hate him. I just wish I was...dead, right now!" "Oh, shit!" Scott snapped. "Guys, listen to the message Chris left on my cell. Why the fuck did I shut it off?" Scott hit `repeat message' and Danny and Dirk listen to Chris' terrifying call. "No fucking answer on his cell, either, nor the house phone. Fuck, fuck, fuck." Scott swore. "I'd better get home right now and see if he's ok." "We're right behind you, Scott. Maybe you better let me drive you." Dirk said, seeing how upset his friend was. "Let's move it!" All the way back to our house, Danny cried, blaming himself. Scott was hurt, angry and so fucking scared. And he knew it was his fault that this had happened. If only he had talked to Dirk about Danny before Danny told Chris, this would never have happened. They got home to find the house locked and empty. No sign of Chris. "His cell's here, his wallet and keys, too." Scott said, checking out my bedroom. "Even his sneakers are still here." Danny added. "I don't think he's gone far, barefooted." "I checked the back yard and around the house, guys." Dirk had did a quick check around outside while Dad and Cuff were in the house. "No sign of him." "Fuck, what the hell do we do? Danny, sweetie, it's not your fault!" Scott pulled Cuff to him, held him close. "How upset was he, really. Enough to do something...stupid?" "Scott, I don't know. He was crying and yelling at me at the same time. Then he hit me." Cuff rubbed his aching jaw. That was no gentle punch. That was pure rage. He had seen that in Chris' blue eyes. "I'm just lucky I managed to stop him or he would have kept hitting me." "Danny, I'm sorry, your uncle and I were already working out a way to take of this shit. Damn, out fucking timing couldn't have been worse." "Guys, what really scared me was what happened after he calmed down a bit. What he said before he threw me out." Both men looked at him, waiting to hear but so afraid to know. "Chris said "I hit you! I'm just as bad as them. No wonder you don't love me. Nobody ever could, ever will, I'm just as sick as those bastards who...killed my childhood. Danny, just go and never come back! Before I hurt you like they hurt me!" Then he slammed the door in my face, locking me out. I didn't know what to do, so I came here." "What the fuck was he talking about?" Scott snarled. "Who did fucking what to him?" "I don't know, he never talks about when he was a kid." Danny shook, thinking something awful. "Hell, guys, he would never tell me how he lost his virginity or to who. Always got this lost, hurt look that stopped me from asking any more. He just seemed so scared. Do you think?" "I don't have a fucking idea!" Scott snapped. "But if I found out someone hurt my kid, I'll kill the bastard. But first we have to find Chris." "Should we drive around the neighborhood and look? He can't have gone far without his sneakers." Dirk asked. "It's dark and he could be anywhere. It's time I called in some reinforcements, I think." Scott grabbed his cell and called Rico's private number, direct to him in his police car. Rico was on his usual patrol route, not to far away from the house. "Scott, hey, lover, what's up?" Rico asked when he saw who was calling. "Rico, can you come home, right now? We have an emergency!" Scott was almost crying into the phone. "Chris is gone and ...just can you get here? I need you!" "Scott, what the fuck happened? I'll be there in like 5 minutes. I'm just over on Little Road." The three waited for Rico, all scared, worried and sick at the thought of what might have happened to Chris. Rico pulled up to the house, noticed Dirk's car and wondered. He was scared, never ever had he heard Scott sound that afraid or worried about his kid. Their kid now, really. Rico thought of Chris almost like he was his own son. Hell, he loved that cute young blond teen almost as much as he did Scott. The first thing Rico did was hug Scott tight. Seeing tears in his man's eyes shook him. They told him what had happened and then Scott replayed Chris' voice mail. After hearing that plus what Danny told him, he knew they were in big trouble. "How long has he been gone?" Rico asked. "About, what, two, three hours now." Cuff replied. "After he threw me out I drove around for awhile, then went home to talk to my uncle." "Shit. Ok, this is bad. He was barefoot?" Rico asked. They nodded yes. "He can't be far but who knows what he could have done. Jesus, Scott did you leave your gun here?" "What? No, of course not. Never go anywhere without it, it's in my truck." "Thank god for that." Just the thought of what his guy might have done--they were talking about fucking guns!--and Danny broke down and sobbed. If Chris hurt himself cause of him, he didn't know what he'd do. "Dispatch, Unit 51 calling in. I have a missing person report. A very trouble teen, maybe even suicidal." Rico's cold words, as he called the sheriff's department, shook Scott. "I am requesting an amber alert." Rico gave his HQ the info on Chris and what was going on. Within minutes, several cop cars were at the house. Some went door to door, asking the neighbors, asking for their help. Others began a yard by yard search. Knowing Chris was barefoot and scared and hurting they didn't think he had gone too far, either. "Rico, I've called in the canine unit, they'll be here in a few minutes, guys, find something that will help the dogs get his scent." Captain Bill said, the guy in charge of this search. "Don't worry, they'll find him." "Thanks Captain. I'm glad you're here." Rico told his boss. "Yeah, thanks. You guys really responded fast tonight." Scott agreed. "Hey, Rico's one of us. That makes you part of the 'family', too, Scott. And Chris and Danny, too." The search dogs arrived. Danny had the best idea of what to use for them to get Chris' scent. His favorite stuffed dog that he always slept with. He just wondered if it may smell like him, too. "Good idea, Cuff, he loves that thing more than anything." Scott smiled. "Besides you, I mean." The two dogs got the scent. Led the cops out the front door, paused for just a second at the driveway, then headed straight over to Tye's house. Right to the front door, then barked. The cops had already knocked on the door to try to talk to whoever was home. But no one had answered. This time they banged hard enough, with both dogs barking, that Tye woke from his drunken stupor. To find a shit-load of cops, plus Scott and Rico, at his door. He just knew he was fucked, big time. "Where is my son?" Scott snapped. "Chris, you in there?" "He's gone, Scott." "Gone, gone where?" "He came over a few hours ago. Upset, crying, shaking. I didn't know what to do. So I gave him a couple of beers to calm him down. Helped too." Tye admitted. "He was doing ok when a couple of friends of mine stopped by. They both took one look at your kid, and, well, they asked him if wanted to go with them to Tampa and have some fun, told him he looked like he needed something to cheer him up." Not exactly the truth, but he hoped to avoid getting into too much trouble. "Where did they take them?" Rico's cold, harsh voice snapped. "I don't know. Somewhere in Drew Park, near the airport. They wanted him to meet a buddy of theirs." Tye answered, scared shitless now, thinking about what he had done, what might have happened to Chris and what all these white cops were going to do to his black ass. "He was happy to go, said he needed to get away from this place for a fucking while." "If anything happens to Chris!" Scott snarled, his strong hands shoving Tye back against the wall. "You'll be one dead nigger!" Rico dragged Scott out of there before he went after Tye. The other cops questioned the scared black guy. The were polite to him, knowing they'd get more info if they treated him ok. Not that they wouldn't have beaten the truth out of him, if they had actually knew what Tye had really done. What Tye had done was open his door to find me standing there in tears. And not much else, I was just wearing the ratty old gym shorts I had changed into when we got back home, not even sneakers on my tanned feet. I had been so fucking upset after Danny left that, after I calmed down a bit, and left that message on daddy's cell phone, I had run out the front door after him. But he was on his motorcycle and driving off and didn't see me or just fucking ignored me. I didn't just run down the street yelling and crying, I didn't want to make that kind of scene. But stupid me locked himself out of the house, both shirtless and shoeless, and I was stuck outside in the summer heat and humidity and didn't know what to do. So I ran to Tye's place and banged on the door. He let me in, half asleep, half drunk as usual. And a little stoned. Ok, a lot stoned from the strong smell of weed in his place. I accepted his offer of a beer, then another. And in my misery, almost accepted a hit of his weed. Tye had lit up another joint after he had given me my first beer. I think he was trying to get horny or something, he had that look--the I got a cute blood kid with a hot mouth and a even hotter butt just waiting for me to take advantage of--look. I knew that look so fucking well. Then I remembered what I had told to Cuff about my childhood and started crying all over again. "Chris, stud, take a hit. Dude, it will calm you down." Tye told me. "I wish I could, Tye." I fucking almost gave in, damn me to hell. "But I have asthma and that smoke would just make me choke." "I got something to make you choke, baby." He said with a lusty grin. "About 10 inches of nigger dick." "Later, stud, ok?" His look said it wasn't ok. Hell, it said if I can't fuck you, what the hell am I even doing with you in my house? But just then the doorbell rang. It was two of his buddies from Tampa. Two big black studs, built like Rico or even bigger, came in. Both took one look at me and started drooling. And getting fucking horny and hard looking at the cute blond white boy sitting in Tye's living room. They followed him out back and had some kind of argument. I drank my third beer and was working on the forth. Shit, I'd skipped dinner and fucking had more cum than food today I think, so I was getting more than a little drunk when they got back. "Chris, baby, have something a little better to drink than that cheap beer. My friends brought me some good stuff." Stupid fucking me just took the full glass of what tasted like rum and coke and just drank it while they all smiled and said nice things to me. Ok, I'm not usually that stupid, dad has taught me enough to know to not take drinks from strangers except unopened bottles of beer. Though I sometimes wonder if that was to keep me safe or to keep me away from hard booze? What the fuck, it tasted good and it made me feel good and I was soon forgetting Cuff and daddy and all that shit and just enjoying Tye's two friends as they ran their big strong black hands over my chest and back and through my long blond hair. And my sweet teen butt, of course. I felt fingers pushing against my wet teen hole. Their touch felt nice on my burning skin. At least THEY liked me! "Chris, baby." Tye said. "My bros here want to know if you want to take a ride with them to Tampa and have some fun, sexy." Tye really didn't want to go along with his friends and their plan to get the blond kid stoned and take him to the city for some fun--but he owed them for his last batch of weed and they told him they could make a lot of quick cash with a cute kid like me. Plus he was so damned stoned he really didn't know what he was doing anymore than I did. Their final offer of a lot more weed for taking me for the night finally won him over. And they did say they would have me back in the morning. Tye wasn't thinking clearly, no shit, but he did what they said. He spiked my drink with something the two of them had and gave it to me. Then he watched as they felt the cute blond teen up. But he was too stoned to really give a shit about anything but getting more weed. "Sure, whatever you want." I was out of it. "Bye Tye." I giggled as I said that, it sounded funny. I walked between the two huge black guys, not a fucking care in the world. This hard booze was so fracking great! I didn't think of daddy or anything, jus climbed in the back of their van and sat on the dirty old mattress on the floor as they got in. The door slid shut with a metallic thump. One nigger drove, the other one got in back with me. He soon had this huge like 10 inch dick in my sucking mouth. I choked a little but I didn't give a fuck, really, I knew what they had meant by 'having some fun with me in Tampa' would involve--my throat, my white ass, their big nigger dicks. It meant big black dicks up my butt or down my throat. And I was fracking right! It didn't take long before my shorts were gone, I never did see those old things again, and I had a big nigger dick ramming into me. But that tasty drink had left me feeing no pain. Not even when he almost slammed my head into the back of the van from his powerful thrusts. I tasted used spunk as he had me lick his messy dick clean. He told me to lay there and wait. He and the driver switch places at some stop light and then the other black guy used me good. Not as big but plenty rough, not that I really felt anything. Go two damn loads from him, one almost choked me as is flooded down my sore throat, the other deep in my stretched butt hole. Guess he liked me? "Here, baby, have another drink, bet your thirsty after sucking my big black dick, right, boy?" "Sure, thanks." I smiled, the smile of a drunken, stoned fool. If only I knew what they planned or what was in that and so many other drinks I had over the next few days. But deep in my soul I didn't care. I had hurt and lost the one guy I would ever love. Anything, even this stoned, drunken state was better than being away from him. That part of me that remembered telling my daddy's voice mail that I just wanted to die knew that I had hurt him too. Life, death, daddy, Danny, Rico. I loved all three of them and had hurt and caused them all enough pain for a lifetime. I did just want to die, back in my darkest thoughts. Death would be better than facing them again. Facing daddy and his anger and disappointment. And keep from ever telling him about my past. I remember what I had told my Danny and I knew he had to have told dad by now. My death would be best for all of us. Or at least I thought that in my hurting, drunken, stoned state. Yes, I knew they were drugging me, I didn't care. How could I not know? Those two black guys dumped me naked at some guy's house and I stayed there I don't know how long--taking dicks, drinking booze, smoking weed. Watching them mix stuff in my drinks that I hadn't a clue what it was. And getting fucked, a lot! Dicks up both ends practically non stop for what seemed like weeks to my fucked up teen head. Got the crap beat out of me by two burly black studs after they screwed me hard. Was part of their `fun' with me, which I think cost them more? I felt the blows on my body, saw blood flow down my arm where one lovingly tried to write his name with his switchblade. Felt kicks to my body. Just fucking felt. Didn't know if that was better than being stoned out my pretty blond head. Didn't care, either. What was even weirder, after they beat the shit out of me and left me bloody and bruised and hurting, they both made sweet, passionate love to me. Kisses, hugs, licks all over my hurt young teen body. Hell, they even sucked me off! Weird, huh? About the only other thing that stood out to my stoned brain was another horrible session of shear fucking pain, right before they got rid of me. About three or four guys were playing with me and one brought in a baseball bat. I thought they were going to beat me with it, but instead, after they all filled me teen butt hole with their spunk, they shoved it in and fucked me with it, handle end first! I blacked out when that damn thing went in. then a second time when like 12 or 15 inches of hard cold steel bat was in me. Then a third time when I saw the bloody mess on the bat. That was the last thing that fucked me while I was there, good thing too, I was a fucking mess and still bleeding when I woke up in the back of some car heading someplace. I heard the two guys talking as they were driving, I think they were the two who had brought me here from Tye's house, and what they were saying was scaring the shit out of me. Talking about how I was 'hot' or something and all the damn cops were looking for me? That they had to get rid of me? It was still dark out as they pulled over to the side of the road. They got in back with me and grabbed me. Stoned or not, I was scared shitless. Course I hadn't eaten anything but nigger spunk since I was home and the only damn thing coming out of my butt was still some blood. One slammed his fist into my face to keep me quiet. The other pulled out a fucking needle and injected some shit into my hurting arm. "Boy, all your troubles will be over soon. This will make you feel better and put you to sleep." The driver said. "No, it shouldn't kill you, I think, just make you forget about us and where you have been." As they dragged my suddenly limp body out of the car and carried me to a bus stop bench, they talked to each other. I was already fading fast but heard one ask the other if 'the kid' could take what they had shot into me. The other didn't really know. I guess I might be getting my wish at long last, relief from my nightmare of a fucked up life. Even the dreams of THEM had finally stopped. As the sun rose and it became lighter around me, they drove away. I didn't feel much of anything anymore. I just lay there and hoped daddy and Rico and my Danny would understand. I love them all and now that I lost them, I just wish this stuff would hurry up and do it's work and make everything just go away once and for all. I drifted away. All the horror of my childhood going away. My fear of my step dad. My fear of what my beloved daddy would do if he knew. My pain that I had hurt my Danny so. As the sun rose in the hot morning sky, I surrendered at last. No more fighting it. Done. Finished. Close the page. On to whatever lay in wait for me in the next world. The end. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- As all this wonderful nightmare was tearing apart my tortured soul, not to mention my young teen body, my beloved daddy and my wonderful Danny and my Rico were home, scared to death, waiting, worrying, getting more frantic as the hours and then the days went by. For seven long days, they shared my hell. Not knowing if I was dead or alive, while I was so hurt, scared, drugged, feeling guilty and so plain tired of life that I had given up. But they never did. Never would. Never could. That is what love is finally all about!! Authors note: is this really the end for Chris? Since he/I am writing this, I think you all know the answer, so stay tuned for the next chapter of "Finally" cumming soon to the best gay erotic fiction website in the world!