Date: Wed, 29 Jul 2020 16:50:10 +0200 From: Ryan White Subject: Part of Me Chapter Six HOLA PEEPS!! Man, you guys are the coolest. Thank for all the feedback on the story. This chapter, I reveal EVERYTHING behind the kidnapping, and Williams's mind-set. Look out for a shock at the end lol. Stay safe, Ryan PART OF ME CHAPTER SIX Kyle Connelly stepped out of the shower in all his handsome, sexy ass nudity and glory. Man, a cold shower was just what he needed at this time in the morning. It was summer and every day felt like your body was sweating heaps. And it wasn't like he was, you know, getting any. Even so, Kyle smirked, but also knew that he was now being unfair towards his wife, Jackie...but lately she didn't wanna have sex anymore. Something about how they were too old to have any more kids, and Kyle having told her long ago that he is refusing to have a vasectomy. Just imagine...orgasms all the time and no sperm for the rest of your life! Get the fuck outta here. He loved Jackie dearly but that wasn't something he was prepared to do. Not even for her. He walked past his son, David's room, and saw that the boy was still very much asleep, as teenage boys and girls tended to do on weekends. He wrapped the towel around his slender, muscular, thirty-seven year old waist and started on the filter coffee, his eight pack abs a more than welcome greeting to the kitchen walls. Such a waste. As he was about to switch on the kettle, he heard a phone ringing somewhere in the direction of the living room. Knowing it not to be his, and with Jackie's phone in their room with her, it could only be David's. He was doing homework here until late the previous evening...and pretty ass sure, Kyle found it where David had left it, lodged halfway inside of the sofa. By the time he had gotten there, the phone had stopped ringing, but Kyle thought he'd take it to David anyway. Whoever called him, well, it might be important. He was a teenager after all. His finger accidently allowed the phone to slip out of his hands and in the dire need to catch hold of it before it hit the cold hard tiles and shatter into a million pieces, he managed to catch it, however, somehow, he also managed to unlock the screen. His son's locked screen was that of a car he had so longed to have. Which was no surprise. What WAS a surprise, however, his was main screen saver. His wallpaper, if you would. Kyle half smiled in sheer confusion as he stared at the screen. It was a photo of David and that handsome fella, Brandon, from across the road. The boy David was inseparable with these days. And all of a sudden, Kyle knew exactly why. There is no way, no how, two people, any two people regardless of gender, could have looked at each other like David and Brandon did inside that photo... and not be in love. Memories came flashing back to Kyle, still only dressed in his towel, naked as the day he conceived David underneath, as he sat down on the sofa, the phone still in his hand. Memories of his first crush, a boy called Seth, in his third year of high school. Back in those days, being gay or even having feelings for another boy was deemed taboo, it was deemed unholy, and even satanic. You were strongly encouraged to seek help, if the need came to have feelings for someone of the same gender. Now things were different. Not easy, by any means, but very different. Being gay was no longer coming with a certain stigma. If only things were that different when he himself was David's age...he made the decision to marry Jackie though and it wasn't one he made lightly. He really loved her. And without her, he wouldn't have had David ...and of course Jonathan. Yeah...Jonathan. Wow. He would never forgive himself for allowing their baby boy to be taken. He still after seventeen years, couldn't remember what exactly had happened. His mind must have blocked it out, he wasn't sure. He knew he changed Jonathan's diaper, and then...he heard a voice, a movement, and suddenly, he woke up at the bus station, with baby Jonathan no where in sight. Kyle sighed, and looked at the photo on David's phone yet again. My god. Brandon...he was...so, so incredibly beautiful. He gently reached out and with a slight smile on his face, he caressed the screen where Brandon's face was shown... Well, if his suspicions was correct and David had feelings for this boy, he god damn wouldn't blame him. Brandon was stunning. There was something very, very relatable about him, and the way he felt part of their family, the other night when he came over to dinner, further solidified that statement. He heard a groaning, classic teenage noise coming out of David's room and quickly replaced the phone where he had found it. Kyle tightened the towel around his waist and rubbed his fingers over his abdomen...his cock was stiffening...he took a deep breath and WILLED it to go down. Brandon Williams was trouble with a capital T. Jailbait, some would say. Stay away, Kyle. Run a fucking mile. ** Across the road, there was a other boy who was keeping busy admiring someone he cared about a whole lot as well. He actually told David the previous night that he was in love with him. But fortunately, not before David had said it first. Fair enough, he stormed away in utter humiliation after the words came over his lips, but he knew it was true, otherwise David would have never reacted the way he did. If he was David, realising that he had feelings for another BOY for the very first time, he'd be freaking out as well. Brandon's cock was hard as it had ever been. His father had already left to buy his weekly food supplies, so he was all alone inside his home. He tried to phone David earlier to tell him to come over whilst his dad was gone, but no one answered. He sighed happily. Never did he ever, ever thought he would fall in love with the insensitive jerk he met the first day at school. Time changes people. David certainly could attest to that. Brandon felt the love inside the other boy's eyes for him, every time they were together, and even before he admitted it last night. But still, there was a somewhat niggling feeling inside the pit of his stomach that simply refused to go away. And the little, irritating fact that David was straight. He might have fallen in love with him, Brandon, but he would never feel the same way about any other boy. That, he knew. And then or course, there was the small matter of Jill. David's girlfriend. The one who he promised he would leave for him. Miss Most Popular in School. Brandon sighed and encircled his cock with his right hand. He groaned inwardly as he felt the stiff, hard flesh beneath his fingers. "David..." he hissed underneath his breath as the image of the tall, handsome stud he was so in love with came flying straight (no pun intended) into his mind's eye. He manipulated his dick so that it was on the point of being as hard as it could get. His fingers felt like velvet was covering his seventeen year old fuck stick, which was just begging to shoot its sperm, typically belonging to a kid his age. He saw David without a shirt on. Man, those six rock hard blocks covering his stomach was something else. He was like a machine. That night when he had sucked off David and tasted his yummy cum was also brought into the jerking off equation. That dude's dick had been so hard it could have sliced a watermelon. He remembered fondly how it tasted, the hard, warm texture under his tongue and fingers. His palm coating David's cock with his own pre cum juices. David arching his back, hissing in pure power enjoyment until he simply couldn't take it anymore. Brandon remembered how powerful those shots were inside his desperate, thirsty gullet. It tasted like nothing he had ever experienced before. His hand was like a blur onto his own cock by now. He loved David. With all his heart. If he had his way he'd spent the rest of his life with him. "David...hmmm...David..." he moaned as his cock began jetting out several wild charges of potent white honey. His cum was thick, probably because of all the bananas he ate, and it seemed to be literally everywhere. On his naked chest, on his arms, his lower abdomen and his legs. With a glowing smile on his face, David never leaving his mind, he smeared his own sperm into his body, pretending it was David's that had just come straight from his big balls. He reached out his hand and licked up some of the residue on his palm...his dick gave another excited jig, but for now, he was all cummed out. Brandon placed his hand on his chest, the very same hand he had just licked his own cum from. He could feel his heart pounding due to his orgasm. "David...David..." he whimpered. He loved him. It was now out of his hands. He was powerless to stop his feelings. Little did he know, he was in love with his own twin brother ... ** David found his phone where he had left it the previous evening and saw that he had a missed call from Brandon, and what seemed like six text messages from Jill. He also knew that his mother had by now gone to the shops as usual on Sundays, when she did the family shopping for the week. He was surprised to see his dad outside gardening, usually he went along with her. He stepped out and noticed his dad was shirtless and in shorts. Before he had met Brandan, David never as much as thought a guy was good looking. He heard girls chatting and gawping about who they found hot and attractive and he tried to figure out where the connection came from, yet he was stumped every time. Even now, even when you weren't actually supposed to check it your own dad, he could appreciate the effort and the body that his father had, at aged thirty-seven. Those eight pack abs shone with sweat as it was almost a hundred degrees out already. And yet, whilst he commended that his father had a kicking bod, it didn't do anything for him. Neither would it have done, even if Kyle Connelly wasn't his dad. So what the fuck WAS it about Brandon Williams that got him harder and more horny than he had ever had been? Last night, he told Brandon he loved him. It was literally the last thing he had meant to say. Both of them were kissing at the back of the house and it felt like the right thing to say, at the time. He meant it. He know he did. And even though he KNEW and accepted that he had to dump Jill and that he was more than ready to actually call Brandon his boyfriend, he was worried what would happen along the way. What if he meets a hot, spanking sexy blonde girl at school or at a party, or even just at the mall? And he felt more need to fuck her, that to fuck Brandon for example? Brandon was such a gentle, kind soul. The complete opposite of every single girl he had ever dated. That's what made him so unbelievably vulnerable and so fucking sexy. He knew he loved Brandon. They saw each other the previous evening and yet, Brandon was the first person he thought of when he opened his eyes this morning. That had to fucking mean something. David watched as Kyle flexed his muscles and turned out the bad flowerbeds to make way for new ones he was getting in the week. He needed another man's perspective. He knew his parents weren't homophobic. Not in the slightest. But this was usually when talking and discussing OTHER people's kids who were gay. It was a complete different story when it was your own that being confused over what they felt. Here goes nothing ...he trusted his dad and be hoped their bond was strong enough. He had to talk to someone, and at the moment, he couldn't think of anyone better. ** Marvin Williams took a well deserved coffee break as he had just finished making his deliveries and getting stock for the week. The waitress kindly smiled as she placed his sweet and sour pancakes in front of him, along with a steaming cup of freshly brewed Mocha Java. As he ate the scrumptious meal, his eyes fell onto a young couple and their baby boy, who was seated near him. For some unexplained reason, the little boy was refusing to stop crying. The parents were at their wits end, so much so that the father politely apologised to the rest of the diners and hissed to his wife/girlfriend that perhaps they should go. Marvin gently wiped his mouth and stood up. "Good morning. May I be of some assistance?" he asked, his friendly smile not quite reaching his eyes. That baby...that poor baby boy...could he sense that he was with parents who didn't deserve him? Just like Patrick and Brandon did as infants? Was this...was this, to be his new little boy? Could he steal him from his parents? If you could call them that! Ha! Real parents knew how to calm their kids down. They didn't have to bring the poor creature into a damn coffee shop on a Sunday when the place was packed! Even more reason to relieve the poor baby boy from his misery. Brandon was off to university soon and he desperately needed to replace him. In lieu of Marvin Williams's question, the woman stood up in defiance however, and took hold of the stroller. "I'm his mother. He already has a father. We'll manage! Come on, Honey. Let's go!" she snapped and pushed the baby away from the patrons and eventually, out of the coffee shop. Marvin returned to his table and took a sip of his coffee. It was still warm, like true coffee should be. That baby was off limits. If the mother had allowed him to help, he would have stolen the child, because then she wouldn't have been worthy. Since she cares for her son so much, he knew the baby was in good hands. He'd search for other options. Casting his mind back to the first baby he took thirty-six years ago...he had always seen the woman on the streets. She whored herself out at whoever wanted her. Every car, every truck, was another means to make money. Eventually, as he passed her on his way home one day, he saw she had a young baby boy with her. Ghastly woman probably didn't even know which one of her clients fathered her child. At nights, he saw her stash the child away inside a homeless bunker and she always, ALWAYS, returned to collect him once her job was done. He knew...he knew...he had to stop her. Paying her for her services one night was all it took. Waiting until they were dine. Driving off from the hotel where they were booked in for the "event", and leaving her there all alone, driving off to where he knew she stashed her baby boy every night until she could come back for him. The little boy was so beautiful. He even seemed to smile as Marvin held him in his arms. He looked at the child, and immediately said his new name... "Patrick." After Patrick left for uni, he had to get a replacement. He never thought he'd strike it so lucky by simply going to the park on that fateful Sunday. He saw how the man and woman were joking around, with the man not having the slightest idea how to change the boy's diper. They had twins with them. The one boy stayed with the mither. The other, was carried by his father to the park toilets, to change him. Curiously, he walked towards the toilets himself and when he got there, the poor sod was literally in his knees, as he gave ORAL SEX to another man inside. Holy mother of God. The father sucked his friend's penis with everything he had in him. After he was done, he reached up to embrace him. Marvin closed his eyes...Could this be true? He was supposed to change his son's diaper! These two men...were KISSING. The man was literally cheating on his beautiful wife. With his baby boy left still unchanged on the basin. Fuck this. He had seen enough. He had to save that precious baby. They had another one, his twin, to soften the blow. Marvin waited until one of the men left the toilet, and he went inside. Thank God, the father and the baby was still inside. He casually walked over to the basin and opened the tap, the water running and spilling across his hands. "Can I be of some assistance?" he asked. The young father, handsome, fucking handsome, in fact, looked up at Marvin and made a cardinal mistake... "Yes, with pleasure. My wife thinks I know how to do this. I really should, I read all the books. Why does it have to be so damn hard?" he laughed. Marvin faked his best smile and proceeded to help the baby get changed into his new diper. The father smiled and held his boy lovingly in his arms, kissing him on his head and cuddling him. The month old infant squealed as he did so. Time for action. "Say mate, you wouldn't mind returning the favour, would you? It's just that car won't start. If you would be so kind?" The man kissed his son once more, before having a look at his watch. "I really should be getting back to the wife...know what, you helped me out, so yeah, I'll quickly take a look." The rest was history. And easy. Once the father had let his guard down he quickly stuffed his handkerchief full of chloroform, and grabbed him from behind. He was a strong, young man. And he put up a severe struggle once he realised he had been conned, and what was going on. Didn't help. Quickly, without anyone seeing him, he stuffed the father on the back seat of the car, and he placed the small infant baby in the carrier on the passenger seat. Halfway gone, he dumped the father at an abandoned bus station. With some luck, it would look like a kidnapping gone wrong. As it started to storm of rain, he brought his new baby home. And he knew, the boy had to be stripped of whatever his birth name was, and he was renamed Brandon. Marvin finished his pancakes and drank the last of his delicious coffee, before ordering another. Kids grew up. He himself, was pushing seventy. The next baby would be called Daniel. He had to be. Patrick. Brandon. Daniel. Names representing his three own little boys whom was so tragically killed along with his wife many years ago. He had gotten them back, in some form. Patrick, as well as Brandon. Now only Daniel, remained. ** "Do you think that perhaps ...you feel more than friendship for Brandon?" Kyle asked as he and David were having the discussion. David didn't know he had seen his screen saver of the two of them, and how lovingly they had stared at each other. He was almost willing his son to say it, without giving the game away. David swallowed, hard and looked up at his father, on the verge of tears. You think seventeen year old boys like to act so tough, so independent. Like they didn't need their parents at that age anymore. David nodded, and suddenly refused to meet his father's eyes. He was ashamed. Not of Brandon, never! He was quite literally shitting himself at how Kyle would take it. If his dad disowned him, like so many others parents did...Please, God... Kyle Connelly reached over and placed his hand behind his son's neck and lovingly squeezed it. "Do you love him?" Another slow, gentle, nod. No eye contact, yet again. "Does he feel the same?" Another nod, but this time, Kyle could feel his son's shoulder just ever so slightly beginning to tremble. "What about Jill? You still love he as well?" "I dunno! It doesn't feel the same anymore! I dunno what to do!" came the first desperate words out of David's mouth in quite a few minutes. Kyle closed his eyes and prayed for guidance. "So you're gay. So you're not. So what?" THAT made a teary eyed David look up at his dad. "Wait, hold on...you don't care?" he asked, in sheer disbelief. Kyle squeezed David's neck once more in reassurance. "Look, don't tell your mom. But when I was your age, I was in love with a boy too. Don't look at me like that! I'm serious! Nothing happened of course, and I married your mom, but still...there is nothing wrong with liking, or loving Brandon! He's an awesome kid! I can see why you do. Tell you what, go and invite him and his dad for a barbeque this afternoon. Go on. I'm serious!" David stood up, and wiped away a few years that had spilled over his beautiful blue eyes. "Thanks, Dad," he whispered, before running out of the house as fast as he could. Kyle smiled. No doubt where he was going! ** "You sure he actually said he was...okay?" Brandon asked, as both boys were firing up the grill for that afternoon's planned BBQ. Brandon's dad texted him earlier to say he was going to be a little late, and David's mom Jackie, had bumped into an old friend at the shops, and was still going to be a while. "I can't believe he didn't kick me out of the house or something...I'm still in shock! But yeah, that's why he said to invite y'all over. So we can, celebrate." Brandon stood close to David, and gently took hold of his hand. "I love you," he whispered, so only David can hear. He felt his hand being squeezed in return. "Love you too, buddy boy," came the same whisper, in David's usual cheeky chappy way. Entering the house to help marinate the meat and do some sandwiches, Brandon excused himself by asking where the Connelly's bathroom was. As he finished, he walked back into the living room, only to have his elbow bump against the chest of drawers that was situated near the entrance. A photo frame was bundled from it and landed hard onto the floor, the glass shattering in various pieces of shards across the living-room floor. "Shit! Shit! Mr Connelly, I'm so sorry, wait, lemme clean it up!" Brandon was so nervous right then, especially having trashed one of the Connelly's belongings and all in front of this handsome man beside him...as much as he loved David, he felt a tremble in his trousers and inside his chest every single damn time he was close to Kyle. The latter quickly bent down and stopped Brandon from possibly cutting himself, but it was too late. A sharp hiss from the beautiful boy as the glass sliced his skin...it nearly drove Kyle insane. "Stay right here. David! Watch the grill! We'll be out in a minute!" "Okay, the sandwiches is ready!" came the reply. Brandon sat on the floor, his chest aching. Why was he so attracted to David's dad? This was nuts! Kyle Connelly returned with some cotton wool, a small bottle of Savlon and a band aid. He carefully took hold of Brandon's hand, as if it was the most precious object he had ever touched. He dabbed the cotton wool inside the orange antiseptic liquid and started to clean the small wound. "This...I mean it really wasn't necessary. You can hardly see it and it was all my own fault..." Brandon said, ever so softly. Kyle was deathly quiet, as he cleaned the washed wound with a tissue, and solemnly placed the band aid around the finger. He smiled as he finished. "When David used to smash himself to pieces playing outside, I always used to do this with him. He used to ask me...uhm...sorry, you don't need to hear our family stories..." Kyle felt an hand on his arm. It was Brandon's. His eyes were begging him. "Tell me," he whispered. Brandon felt like he had no control over his body at that moment. Kyle swallowed, and looked Brandon right inside his deep blue eyes, so very much like David's... "I used to kiss his hurt better. He loved it. Like...like this..." Brandon gasped...as he felt Kyle Connelly's lips on his skin...on his finger.. It still counted. Both pairs of eyes looked deeply into that of the other. Coming ever closer... It was like time was standing still... ** The doorbell rang. Twice. Both Brandon and Kyle were snapped out if their demeanour. Brandon struggled for air at what they were about to do...God! He would have! He knew it! He would have fucking kissed David's father! Kyle held his face inside both of his hands and turned around to open the door but David came running through the backdoor. "It's Jill! I saw her parking in the street! What do I tell her? What do I do? I have to break up with her!" he hissed towards both his dad and his boyfriend. Kyle managed to finally snap out of it, as he placed his hand on David's shoulder. "Tell her the truth. That's all you can do. I'll watch the grill," he said before glancing quickly over to Brandon. The boy couldn't take his eyes off him either. ** "Jill. Hey. Uhm, I've been meaning to call you back..." "Never mind that now. I need to talk to you. In private!" Jill said as she saw Brandon on the living room floor. Probably better I do this without an audience, David thought to himself, and closed the front door, walking with Jill to her car. Jill stopped, and turned around. "We have a problem. A fucking huge one. " "Jill, I wanna say something first ..." "David! I'm pregnant!" ** THANKS FOR READING!! Marvin Williams wants a baby as a replacement for Brandon. And now, Jill is pregnant with David's kid. Need I say more? LOL!! DID YOU ENJOY IT, THOUGH?? Lemme know what should happen next! liciousryan@gmail.com