Date: Mon, 6 Jul 2020 18:34:56 +0200
From: Ryan White <liciousryan@gmail.com>
Subject: Part of Me Chapter 3

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Ryan

PART OF ME
CHAPTER THREE

Oh God yeah...

David saw Jill laying on her bed, in front of him as naked as the day she
was born.

How he suddenly remembered and jerked off several times to her finally
allowing him to fuck her without wearing protection.

How it felt like sheer velvet envelope his seventeen year old potent
teenage dick...how it had glided and disappeared into her wet, pink
vulva...only to reappear hard and stiff as steel and had slammed back into
her warm goodness once more.

Funny that Jill wasn't making any noises...usually his girlfriend of two
years would be screaming the roof off like she was being stabbed by a knife
numerous times as he fucked her...

David looked down at his beautiful girlf...what the fuck?

Suddenly, Jill wasn't underneath him no more. To be perfectly honest, it
wasn't even a girl any longer.

It was Brandon.

David tried to speak at this metamorphosis but for some reason he couldn't
get any words out. He was out of breath. He was no longer fucking a
pussy...he was fucking an ass. Brandon's hole, to be exact.

Funny that it felt even better going commando inside the beautiful boy's
used and abused hole than it did inside his girlfriend of two years...it
was plunging into melted butter.

He leaned down, he saw how Brandon's eyes were tightly closed and his head
was bobbing around in circles, out of the sheer satisfaction that he was
getting from David's rock hard cock. The organ was by now, bright red and
seemed even bigger than his normal 7 inches, for some unexplained reason.

He didn't really care.

David was getting close.

He could feel his full boy balls slapping rhythmically against the walls of
Brandon's tight behind. God...he never thought fucking a boy was gonna feel
this good...Brandon finally opened his eyes, brownish gray, just like
David's himself.

"Kiss me...kiss me!" came the demand from the other boy.

David hesitated for just a second...he remembered how good it had felt at
Jill's birthday party where them lot had played Spin the Bottle, and where
of course the universe had decided that the bottle that Brandon spun,
should land on no one else, but David.

The kiss afterwards, everyone watching and cheering on...powerful,
majestically, David shuddered as he remembered every fucking detail of
those few seconds their lips found and enjoyed each other.

"Kiss me..."

David leaned down, still pumping his hips non stop against Brandon's
backside, drilling his seven inch hard teenager cock even further up inside
the sexy lad's guts.

He carefully took Brandon's face between both of his hands. He looked down
and still...and this was including Jill...he finally realised that he had
never seen a more good looking human being in his life.

At that moment, Brandon was his man.

Brandon was his person.

He needed Brandon in his life.

It was like...he was a part of him.

The moment their lips touched, David felt his balls unload inside Brandon's
muscled, yet, tight behind.

His glimmering cum shots seemed to be never-ending! Globs and globs of
white spermy goodness flooded the boys ass, and David kept on pumping his
balls and drilling his dick into Brandon, desperate not to lose the damning
intimacy he had felt with him.

Suddenly...as he was still kissing Brandon whole heartedly...it seemed like
Brandon was starting to vanish away from sight...

As David frowned, when he was forced to release the now, see-through
Brandon, it was like the latter boy was...no jokes...being FUSED with him.

Right into his own body! Brandon's spirt was quite frankly, drawn right
into David's himself.

They were one person.

United.

**

"AHHHH!" David yelled out loud as his eyes flew open and he solemnly bumped
his head against the headboard of the bed. And hard at that.

What a fucking way to wake up!

Grimacing in pain, he gingerly reached out and caressed his head, where a
slight bump was fast beginning to spawn.

That wasn't all that he had to be worried about...he heard footsteps
rapidly ascending the stairs towards his bedroom...what was that cold
feeling between his...holy fuck!

His boxers was wet!

"No, no, no, no..." he groaned silently and tried to lay as still and as
normal as possible inside his bed as the bedroom door was thrown open...

**

"David?

"Dad! I was just..."

"Screaming, that's what you were doing! Everything alright, son? You
feeling okay?" Kyle Connelly asked, worryingly, as he neared David and
placed his palm on David's forehead.

"I'm totes fine. No need to worry..." David said with a shaking voice, his
eyes flickering towards his crotch, desperate as hell that his father
didn't somehow discover he had on boxers full of sperm, which was by now,
as sperm tends to do, turning watery and was running down his powerful,
strong legs.

And fast!

"You were totally out of it last night when I bought home. Damn, David, why
did you drink that much? You know how we worry about you! Especially when
you consider what had happened to..."

"Oh for heaven's sake, Dad! Jonathan this, and Jonathan that! All my life
I've heard of my twin brother who had been kidnapped and never been found!
I'm so sick of living in someone else's shadow! Please! Just...I'm also
here, you know? I'm ACTUALLY here! And I'm alive! Can you just remember
that for once?"

David's outburst came directly from his soul, what he had been hiding
inside his heart for years. Until now, he had managed to supress it, but it
all got too much at times, especially since he was on the verge of
graduating the following year.

He had felt sorry for his missing twin brother of seventeen years, but
geez...what exactly was HE supposed to do? Stop living? Stop breathing?

**

Kyle Connelly was silent for a few seconds, before he walked back towards
David's bedroom door in defeat. Before he left, he turned around, looking
his son dead in the eye.

"You can say what you want to, to me. I was the one who was watching
Jonathan when he was taken. Swear and spit on me all you like. But you
don't say a word of this to your mother. She doesn't deserve it. I
do. Okay?"

David angrily wiped his tears that was starting to roll down his cheeks.

"Then STOP comparing me to a fucking memory!" he shouted, his voice as
hoarse as it ever had been.

"Grounded for a week, young man." Kyle said with no emotion in his eyes.

"What the f..."

"...and if you complete that sentence, it will be two weeks. Get ready for
school. Now!" Kyle said before slamming the bedroom door shut.

**

"Have you got your backpack? Lunch money?"

Brandon rolled his eyes.

He loved his father dearly but sometimes he felt like the man was literally
smothering him to death.

He wasn't ungrateful in the least, I mean there was hundreds of thousands
of dead beat father's out there. He just...Brandon wanted some space every
now and again. He was seventeen for crying out loud. He could remember his
backpack and his lunch money without being reminded of it!

"All set, Dad. Do you need the car today to make deliveries? Or can I drive
it to school?"

"Lucky for you, my clients are coming to pick their bakeries up from here
today. Take the car and be safe!"

"Always! Love you!" Brandon said as he opened the door and walked to his
dad's car in the bright Summer sunshine.

As usual, he glanced over to the house across the road to see if there was
any sign perhaps, of David.

The last time they had seen each other...it was like something out of a
nightmare.

After they were forced to kiss during the Spin the Bottle game, a kiss
which made Brandon question everything he believed in...from seeing David
fuck his girlfriend Jill, face to face inside her bedroom...their faces and
eyes locking intimately...David creaming Jill's pussy with his cum whilst
he never took his eyes of Brandon...

"How the fuck am I gonna face him today..." Brandon wondered out loud as he
placed his memory stick containing his all time favourite songs into the
drive and turning it on full blast.

The guy wasn't even gay!

He had seen that, literally, first hand!

But still...you don't kiss a guy in that way, and just...forget about it.

Brandon had promised himself long ago that the next guy he was gonna get
involved with, was gonna be THE ONE.

He very much doubted if that guy was gonna be David. He needed to step
back. He needed to forget David Connelly.

Touching his lips as he changed lanes...feeling that powerful,
manly...masculine lips on his own ...tasting David's tongue and feeling his
callused hands caressing his face...

David Connelly was the perfect guy. In every way.

Only if he wasn't...well, David Connelly.

"My head hurts ..." Brandon mumbled as he pulled into the school gates.

**

Brandon was washing his hands inside the school toilet during recess after
having eaten a particularly crap piece of cafeteria pizza. The sheer amount
of oil on that thing was so intense, he felt like a damn frying pan.

He had been scrubbing his hands for several minutes now and yet, still he
couldn't get rid of the rank oil smell.

The bathroom door opened behind him as he continued to try and get the
filth off his fingers, when he heard a voice he swore he never wanted to
hear, ever again...

"Right, me and you, we need to talk."

Closing the taps, Brandon turned around and saw David closing up the door
of the toilets as well as locking it.

Just more than a mere shudder went through him...what exactly was David
gonna do? He looked pretty pissed form he was standing...

David walked back towards Brandon, but stopped as he was halfway there.

He looked and gave the boy the once over...his floppy black hair, very much
like his own...his beautiful brown eyes...his wet hands now dripping
droplets of water as if in slow motion on the tiled floor.

"What happened the other night... "

Brandon was way too quick.

"I shouldn't have...I mean, I should have gotten out of there the moment I
saw what was going on. But your dad was looking for you so I just..."

"...stood there and watched me and Jill have sex?" David finished his
sentence for him.

Brandon wiped his wet hands on a piece of toilet paper he found inside one
of the stalls before returning to face David.

"Well...you're half right. I mean...I wasn't exactly watching Jill. If you
know what I mean," he said with a slight nervous smirk on his handsome
face.

David balled his hands up into fists. He sighed.

Can this kid just...just...stop smiling?

He didn't wanna admit that his heart and chest was warming up every time he
saw that blasted smile of Brandon...and every damn time, he wanted
more. Much more.

"You really are a faggot, aren't you?" he sneered. He had to. He couldn't
be nice to him. If he had to be...no!

He was straight! He fancied Jill! No one else! And certainly not a fellow
dude! Get a fucking grip!

Brandon crossed his arms and nervously looked over at the locked bathroom
door.

Screw this.

"Yeah I am a faggot. And you know what? I think you're one of the sexiest
boys I have ever seen. Like, ever. Dude, I'm telling you...Romeo Beckham
himself ain't got nothing on you. You're so fucking hot."

Brandon stood there with his devious little smile and saw the utter
discomfort and definite awkwardness in the eyes of the boy standing
opposite him. His toes curled from the satisfaction.

David was as meek as mouse.

Over to you, you smug bastard.

**

David didn't quite know how to respond to that.

It was a pure compliment. He knew that Brandon was telling the truth, at
least from his side, because he knew what his faciL features was.

But hearing all that coming from a bro? Nasty...should have been nasty as
hell ...but in coming from Brandon...it wasn't.

It was again Brandon who took the initiative.

"When we kissed at Jill's parry...I actually got hard. Oh yeah, man. My
cock was on fucking red alert because I was kissing the hottest boy in the
entire school. It was like magic..."

"Brandon, my god. Stop saying that shit! I don't wanna hear it! I have a
girlfriend! You of all people should know, you SAW me fucking her!"

David was as red as blood inside his face.

All this coming from a beautiful and gentle soul such as Brandon was making
his brain turn to mush. He should do the right thing and just punch
Brandon's lights out and get the hell outta there!

So why was he literally...melted to where he was standing?

Why wasn't he getting the fuck away from him?

**

Brandon, however, was far from finished. He was enjoying his little game
too much. This, was possibly the only time he could ever be truthful and
honest with David how he felt.

Why the latter boy was still even there was a sheer mystery.

He stood before David and gently reached out his hand. Touching David's
arm, elicited a hiss from the boy.

"What are you doing...?" came the whisper as David's eyes was as wide as
saucers.

"I'm touching you. It's not a crime," Brandon said, smiling as he did so.

"Don't! Get your hands off me!" David pleaded, very unconvincingly.

Brandon's finger tips glided over David's bicep...exploring all the way to
his nipple and upper chest.

The boy closed his eyes in sheer wonder...as much as he was enjoying this
little game, it was also a dream come true. He was finally touching the boy
he had been crushing on ever since the met. David...and his stunningly
built body...

**

"Brandon...bro, I have nothing against gay people. I promise you. But I'm
not gay. I never was and I never will be. So please, bro. I don't wanna
hurt you. Please, stop this..." David said, his emotions destroying his
words.

Brandon was...so beautiful. So...so innocent. He felt like he wanted to
protect the boy with everything he had inside him! He was DONE with
wondering why he felt like he did...he JUST DID!

In turn, Brandon was stunned by the realism in David's voice. Had he gone
too far? His fingers, so close to David's cheek, by now...was gently
removed from the boy's body in slow reprieve. He swallowed hard.

"I...was just messing with you. I'm sorry," Brandon said as he kept his
head down, not daring to look at David.

At least...at least he now had the assurances that this, whatever it had
been, was over before it began. Better that way, then perhaps catching
feelings for him and then being told to fuck off.

Beside him, David's teenage heart was breaking.

What WAS it about this guy...he had NEVER been attracted to a boy in his
life! Why...why was he so drawn to him? Why did he just wanna...hold him in
his arms until everything was okay again?

"Uhm...yeah. Cool beans. I guess I'll be off then," David whispered, his
voice full of pent up stress and emotion, before he slowly started to walk
to the still locked, bathroom door.

"I meant what I said though..." came the whisper, back from Brandon, who
was still facing downwards.

David stopped dead in his tracks.

"Say what?" he asked, loud and clear.

Still no sign of Brandon facing him. Still no sign of any eye contact. Of
him seeing those beautiful brown eyes one more time...

"I said, I meant what I said. You're the sexiest guy I have...ever seen..."
Brandon replied, the last two words a mere whisper, yet again.

**

It was like a stream had burst inside David. As hard as he tried, his heart
wasn't damn well made of stone.

He walked over to towards Brandon, and turned his shoulder around so that
the boy was finally facing him.

Brandon, despite all his previous acts of bravado, was scared, his eyes
were swimming in unshed tears. His lips were quivering.

I did that. I've done this...David thought.

It's my job...to make things right. I can't stop myself...I actually WANT
to do this...

"Wha...what are you doing?" Brandon squeaked as he saw David's face and
lips coming closer.

"I don't know..." David replied before planting his lips onto Brandon's
good and proper.

What started out as a game to tease David was now a sheer grasping reality
for Brandon. At first, his lips didn't dare respond, scared as hell that
this was all an act, never mind that David was trying his best to kiss him.

Finally, finally, when he was sure that David wasn't kidding, especially
after feeling David's fingers grip his shoulders violently, he pushed the
latter boy back onto the bathroom wall. With an animalistic passion, he
drove his tongue into David's mouth, seeking that tasty teenage tongue.

A grumbling roar escaped David's throat as he held Brandon even more tight,
the kiss deepening by the second.

He caressed the boy every fucking where he could reach to touch him. His
hands was all over Brandon's strong back muscles, gripping and caressing
wherever he could the beautiful dude.

He released the passionate kiss with a primal growl, and he buried his face
inside the crook of Brandon's neck, licking, tasting and kissing every inch
he could possibly muster.

Brandon grabbed the back of David's head, running his fingers through his
floppy black hair, holding his partner's head close to his neck, as it was
made love to.

He pulled David's face towards his one more precious time, before kissing
the handsome boy for what seemed like the millionth snog, gripping the
sides of his face in pure sexual splendour.

David gasped into Brandon's mouth.

He was losing his breath. He released the boy and fell on tip of him, with
Brandon managing just, in keeping him upright with everything he had.

Both boys pressed their foreheads together, United as one, before David
once more encircled Brandon's waist, pulling him to him.

Both out of breath, both clearly exhausted, both utterly terrified at the
same time of just what this had meant, David tiredly, placed his head onto
Brandon's shoulder, and simply held him in his arms.

Brandon, in turn, buried his own face in David's neck, now his turn do so,
as the two boys held each other, gripped each other's skin and limbs,
hanging on to the other for dear life as if one would break into pieces if
either had let go.

**

"David...?" Brandon said softly, his lips barely moving against David's
neck.

"Hmmm?" his buddy responded, still also not letting Brandon go from him.

"We have to get to class..."

"I know."

Silence.

David kept gently rubbing Brandon's back, amazed...stunned of what he was
actually doing. Not to mention how right it felt.

Brandon kept nuzzling David's neck.

"We have to go..." Brandon said as he finally removed him from David, his
eyes searching for and finding those of his buddy.

"I guess..." David said, his eyes bloodshot and red, his chest heaving with
emotion.

Both boys seemed to be out of conversation. Like they suddenly, now that
reality had struck, they had nothing to say to the other.

"I'll unlock the door, and I'll go. Wait like, a minute or so and then you
follow me out. That okay?" David asked, his eyes still on Brandon's wet
lips.

"Whatever you say..." came the reply.

As if inside a dream, Brandon slowly closed the gap between the two...and
took hold of David's left hand.

"I'll never, ever forget this as long as I live. You don't know what it
meant to me..." he whispered, slowly caressing David's knuckles in circles
with his thumb.

David stared in amazement at his bro...still not believing what he had made
him do. Scratch that...what he so desperately made him WANT to do.

Without thinking, he maneuvered his left hand that Brandon was holding on
to, before their fingers locked evenly into a full on handheld mode.

He squeezed Brandon's hand with his own, as if to make a gesture of some
sorts.

"I'll see ya. Yeah?" He softly said.

"Awesome..." Brandon replied.

Once more, their lips were drawn to each other like magnets, before another
solo kiss, was all it took, to reaffirm what happened, was very, very real.

**

Brandon's father was busy baking up a storm inside his kitchen when he
heard the doorbell ring.

He quickly checked on his tartlets and croissants that was busy rising
inside the oven, before washing his hands and running slowly towards the
door.

Must be one of his several clients coming to pick up their orders. He never
said no to business.

"Oh...afternoon, Mam! Can I be of service?" he asked as he saw a woman
before him that he had never seen before.

"Hi there! I'm Jackie Connelly. From across the road? Your son and my son
are, well, sort of friends."

"Oh, so YOUR son must be the boy that my son has his eye in! Poor kid talks
about him all the time!"

Now, the man had meant well, that wasn't the issue.

What WAS an issue, was that, saying that particular sentence, was the start
of a full on friendship between the two parents.

As the man happily invited Jackie in for coffee and freshly baked biscuits,
neither had the faintest idea that the man, seventeen years ago, actually
stole Jackie's baby boy, Jonathan.

Jackie, in turn, had no idea just how close she was to her baby that had so
mysteriously disappeared. The one she had refused to believe, was dead,
even when all evidence pointed to it.

As they bonded all afternoon over stories and tales of their two boys,
neither realised just how connected they actually were.

It would have been funny, if it wasn't so tragic.

Jackie would never know the baby pictures, the toddler pictures, of the boy
riding his first bike, having his first tooth loss, having his first day at
kindergarten, school, and eventually coming out to his father as gay, was
in fact, her son, the presumed missing Jonathan Connelly.

How could she? She didn't have reason to suspect anything. After all, the
man was as nice and as down to earth as they came.

**

It was after school, and David knew he was supposed to wait for Jill and
walk home with her like he always have done for two years since they
started dating.

Only for some reason ...like he didn't know...he wasn't quite in the mood
for it.

As the day wore on, he tried and look at other boys, the way he looked at
Brandon. And there was absolutely nothing.  Zero attraction to any of
them. He could appreciate when a boy had good looks, but that where it
ended.

What the fuck made Brandon so damn special?

He had answered his own question, David realised.

Brandon...was special.

Everything when he said his name, his eyes lit up. When he saw him, his
heart had a warm feeling inside his chest. When he thought of him, he
seemed to smile without even noticing it.

As he walked home, he was so confused. Now more than ever.

He wasn't gay. If only Brandon was a girl...but the truth was it wasn't
that simple. Jill...my god...she'll never forgive him if she knew what had
happened inside the school bathroom today...

He was so head over heels in thought, he didn't notice a car pulling up
next to him.

"Want a ride?" Brandon shouted, over the music that was booming inside the
car.

David hesitated...for like two seconds.

"Heck yeah!" he shouted back before he rushed to the passengers side and
got in.

"Nickelback? What the fuck, dude? I love them!" David shouted as he turned
up the volume ever higher.

"Thought I was the only geek who still liked their music!" Brandon shouted
back, his eyes sparkling at his new friend.

"Guess again! Drive on, nerd!" David laughed and patted Brandon's shoulder
as the latter gladly obeyed.

The car took off.

Happiness shone from the inside.

**

"You wanna do something at the weekend? I mean...not just me and you I
mean, Sean, Mikey, their girlfriends...and Jill, of course," Brandon asked,
as they entered David's home.

If only the boy knew...he was entering his real, biological, family home
for the very first time...

"Yeah, I'm always up for anything. I'll talk to them tonight and hear what
they say. Mom! I'm home!" David shouted, signalling Brandon in the
direction of the kitchen.

Instead of Jackie, they found Kyle busy making lunch for his son and his
buddy.

"Hey son. School okay?" Kyle asked as he reached over and hugged David.

"Don't ask. Oh, yeah, Dad, this is Brandon. He's a friend from school."

"Hey...I know you! You were at Jill's party the other night, weren't you?"
Kyle stated, finishing up the chicken mayonnaise sandwiches he had made for
them, David having told Jackie he was bringing a friend over after school.

"Yeah I guess, how are you, Mr Connelly?" Brandon asked, smilingly as he
held out his hand towards Kyle. For some reason, even more now, he really
wanted David's parents to like him.

Kyle wiped his hands on a dishcloth neatly, and took hold of Brandon's
hand.

Electricity shot through both of them as their hands touched.

Brandon, flustered, seemed to think it was only on his end but as he looked
the handsome Kyle Connelly in the eyes he knew, he KNEW, the older man had
felt it too.

Kyle was stunned, to say the least. And yet, he still hadn't let go of his
son's friend's hand.

"Well, eat up! I have some calls to make up in my office if you need me,
okay?" he said before taking one last look at Brandon.

God...this kid was handsome. Not just good looking...but handsome. So,
incredibly beautiful...

Kyle, focus! You're not in high school anymore!

**

After the two boys finished ravishing the sandwiches as well as a glass of
Coke each, they walked upstairs towards David's room.

Inside, Brandon cheekily, took a look outside the window, as he could
clesrly see his own bedroom window from across the street.

Better not tell David that I creamed that same window when jacking off
looking at him, he thought with a smile.

"What's so funny?" David asked and Brandon almost swallowed his tongue.

"Nothing. So...what do we do now?" he asked, sitting down on David's bed.

David sat down next to him. He didn't quite know still, what to make from
all of this.

"You know when you said...I was sexy and all that?" he hesitated, seemingly
scared of his own voice.

"Go on," Brandon gently nudged.

David wiped his forehead of sweat that was quickly pooling. He was nervous
as hell. He wasn't used to being this close to another dude.

Not at all.

"I...well, I just wanna say...you're...well, you're exactly not Shrek
yourself, are you?"

The smile on Brandon's lips got wider and wider. His eyes shone. He seemed
so, so incredibly happy.

"Come here..." he said, softly.

David turned towards Brandon and held both of his hands inside his
own. Carefully, he reached up and held Brandon's chin and in position.

"I'm not gay..." he whispered, as if in a trance.

"I didn't say you were..." Brandon replied.

Two lips ... unknowingly...two TWIN lips, once more touched that of the
other as the boys rolled down onto the bed in sheer lust and passion.

They kissed over and over, slobbered damn right over each other's faces,
scared that the other might disappear, if they didn't.

Muscles and biceps, stomachs and pectorals were caressed, appreciated and
stroked, both boys rock fucking hard inside their school trousers.

"We can't...wait, stop! We can't, my dad is right downstairs," David hissed
as he kissed Brandon one more time for food measure.

Brandon sneaked his arms around David's neck and kissed him back. The two
held each other's gaze, before one more kiss sealed the deal.

"I gotta go home anyway. My dad always worry when I'm late..." Brandon
rolled his eyes, before leaning in and kissing David's temple.

As both boys stood up from the bed, it was more than evident, inside their
trousers, how much they had enjoyed themselves.

"God...is that a snake in there?" David asked Brandon out loud, blushing
immediately as he did.

"Funny, I was thinking the same about you..." Brandon smirked.

Both boys knew, that whatever this was, and where ever it might have ended
up, that this was the start of something incredibly beautiful.

Potent. Pure. Innocent. Teenage lust.

Or was it?

**

The Connelly family was having dinner than evening when the subject of
their new neighbours came up.

"I met Brandon's father today. Such a nice, kind hearted man! I even placed
an order for some chocolate cake for tomorrow. He's a world class baker!"
Jackie said excitedly as she finished her meal and took a sip of her wine.

"The boy was here today as well. Seems like he and David are becoming good
friends," Kyle agreed, still not completely understanding just why his
body...his lower half in particular, had such a reaction when he shook
Brandon's hand.

"Uhm...hello? I'm like, right here!" David mumbled with a mouth full of
cottage pie.

"You know who Brandon reminds me of, Kyle? Your brother, Chris! His father
was showing me his childhood pictures when I was there, and I swesr, he's
the sheer spitting image of Chris," Jackie said as she started to clear the
dinner table.

"Really? Bet he doesn't have the classic Connelly birthmark that all of us
men in the family have!" Kyle laughed and finished his own glass of wine.

"What? You mean you also have a birth mark at the back of your knee?
Thought it was just me?" David asked, in amazement.

"Sure do, and no! Looky here," Kyle smirked as he got out of his chair, and
pulled up his trousers high enough, so that his knee was exposed. Right at
the back, where the knee met the rest of the leg, was a small, brown
splatter of marks, almost resembling a rain cloud.

"Fuck about..!" David whispered.

"David! Language!" Jackie scolded him as she took the dishes inside the
kitchen.

"Don't worry about your mom too much. Remember your granddad was a
priest. Anyway, I have one, you have one, and your Uncle Chris has
one. Even my own dad had one. And I'm sure Jonathan...well...I'm sure he
had...has...one as well," Kyle said sadly, as he covered his leg back up
and walked out of the room.

David could have sworn he was wiping his eyes.

**

Brandon had just stepped out of the shower, as he walked into his room bare
ass naked as the day he was born.

Out of habit and sheer curiosity, he peeked through his window to see if
perhaps, David was in his room. No such luck though, everything was dark in
there.

Brandon put on his boxers and sat down on the bed to put his socks on. He
had a smile on his face the whole time.

In fact, he hasn't been able to stop smiling since he had gotten back from
David's.

David.

Just saying his name, made Brandon feel all kinds of warm and fuzzy.

He was looking for trouble. He knew it.

David was straight and he had a girlfriend. Not just any girl ...only the
most popular girl in school!

No...even it was only for one night, he was gonna forget that Jill even
existed.

Only for tonight, even in his dreams, David was gonna be his, and his
alone.

A guy could dream, couldn't he?

As Brandon had both his socks on he straightened out his legs, and once
more, like had done several times during his seventeen years on this earth,
he caught sight of the cloud shaped mark inside his leg, just underneath
his knee.

He climbed into bed, once more, not getting David out of his mind.

Be careful, Brandon, he thought.

You said the next time you're gonna let a guy in to your life, he was gonna
be THE ONE.

Well? Was David, the one?

Brandon closed his eyes, and switched off his bed light.

He hadn't been trying to sleep for ten seconds, when his phoned beeped.

Fuck! A WhatsApp message from David!

"Night you. See ya tomorrow ;) "

What was happening? Why do this? Didn't David know or realise what gestures
like this was gonna do to him?

Brandon's fingers shook as they typed a reply.

"Can't wait."

Satisfied that he did the right thing not going overboard, he switched his
phone off, turned around inside his bed, and closed his eyes once more.

**

The man...who Brandon believed was his father all these years, lighted up a
cigarette before puffing out the smoke.

He was thinking. He needed a plan of action.

The first time he rescued a poor baby from their parents, it was
Patrick. When he was eighteen, he left for university and was now a
lawyer. He still adored Patrick, but they didn't see each other as often as
they could.

Before Patrick turned eighteen, he knew he had to get a suitable
replacement, and that's exactly what had what happened, in the form of
Brandon.

In a few months, however, Brandon would be eighteen himself.

Then he'll be all alone yet again, history repeating itself, because the
boy desperately wanted to become a salesman. Retail and all that. It had
been his passion, selling and marketing, ever since he was a little
boy. And for that, he needed tertiary education.

Taking another puff off his cigarette, the man knew, there was only one
solution.

He had to replace Brandon, just like he had replaced Patrick, seventeen
years before.

Another kid. Another baby.

Taken away from parents who didn't deserve him. As with Patrick and
Brandon, it had to be a boy. HAD to be.

He stood up and cast his glaze on the street, dark and mysterious before
him.

"Daddy is coming, baby boy. Soon. Then we'll be together...for ever..."

**



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