Date: Mon, 16 Nov 2020 01:22:23 +0000 (UTC)
From: acgib1943@protonmail.com
Subject: Change of Plans - 9

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Recap: On my way home, I checked my phone. Four texts from Denny. I deleted
them. Screw him. I did not need to deal with his crap.
	I opened the door. My mom met me.
	"Did you hear what happened to that friend of yours?"
	"Who?"
	That boy you talked about last week, Denny."
	"What about him?" Like I cared.
	It was on the news. A kid was assaulted after school on his way
home. He is in the hospital, in critical condition. They think he might
die. My friend at the diner saw the attack and called 911. She knew the boy
and recognized him as Denny.
	I felt dizzy, the room spun, and then blackness.


	Denny had such a slight build and light features that he had been
bullied for years. No one wanted to be his friend so they would not be
bullied like he was. Then some jerks heard he might be gay, what had
started as a plan to teach the gay kid a lesson went too far. The attack
started in the alley next to the diner. Except when Denny fought back the
others freaked and grabbed pieces of wood and started slamming him with
boards. The attack spilled into the street in front of the diner as Denny
tried to escape. The jerks kept hitting him until mom's friend came out
screaming. The jerks took off. Denny lay on the sidewalk beaten, bloody,
and unconscious.
	I felt like a total ass. He needed a friend and I had not tried to
understand him. I felt he had dumped me, so I shut him out. I told mom I
had to see him. She said she learned he was in the ICU and only family were
allowed to see him.
	I did not go to school the rest of the week. Micah and Shawn
brought me my homework every day and stayed to comfort me. I thanked them
from my bed where I lay clutching my pillow, now soaked with my tears,
drool, and snot. If Denny died, well, I did not know what I would do. Join
him?
	I think the guys recognized the depths of my depression. They sat
on my bed stroking me telling me I mattered, that they needed me. My mom
knew I needed them, so she allowed them to come over anytime. One of them
stayed every night on the air mattress next to my bed leaving in the
morning.
	Friday morning, mom came into my room.
	"Phone call, Mac."
	I turned to the wall. I wanted to talk to no one.
	"It's Denny's dad."
	I flipped over grabbing the phone while hauling in a deep breath.
	"Hello."
	"Is this McKenzie?"
	"Uh huh."
	"This is Denny's dad. Denny is in the ICU. He regained
consciousness around four this morning. He's asking, no he's crying for
you."
	"I'm on my way."
	"No son. I will come to get you. Put your mom on."
	I handed mom the phone and started to dress. I heard her give him
our address.
	"You need to shower before you go to the hospital. You have not
showered all week. You stink. You need to smell nice for your boyfriend."
	I was in the shower when I realized what she said. "My boyfriend."
	I finished, dried, and walked to my bedroom with the towel around
my waist. Mom sat at my desk. Before I said anything, she spoke up.
	"I know all about you and Denny. You cried and bawled asking for
him as you dreamed. You said you loved him and asked God to save him. Micah
and Shawn heard you, too. They confirmed you loved him. They would not tell
me any details other than you were boyfriends and had had a
fight. McKenzie. I love you. You are our son. Your dad feels the same
way. We want you to be happy. We have prayed for your boyfriend, Denny.
	Denny's dad picked me up and we drove to the hospital in silence.
	Denny had been moved to a regular room. He was no longer was in the
ICU. I stood at the door to his room, afraid to go in.
	"Go ahead son. He needs to see you," Denny's dad said, his hand
resting on my shoulder.
	I couldn't. I did not know his dad, but I turned and clasped him,
crying.
	He held me like a father holds his son as he stroked my hair.
	"McKenzie. Denny almost died. When he woke he cried for you. He
cried for his boyfriend. He needs you. He needs you to heal him
emotionally. His mom and I are okay with his feelings for you. We do not
care that he is gay. He is our son. We love him. If he wants you to love,
we are okay with that."
	He led me into the hall. "Look at me. Do you love my son?"
	"I do, so much. I'm not sure how he feels about me. We had an
argument last Sunday. I had bad thoughts about him after we argued. I'd
rather not say what caused it. I am not sure myself.
	He looked at me. "He's bandaged all over and does not look well. Go
to him. Comfort him. He cannot see you. Just let him know you are here."
	I walked into the room and choked. His head and eyes were
bandaged. His arms were in casts. I could not see his body as it was
covered with a blanket. I stood at the foot of his bed. Hoses snaked from
him. A beeping sound came from a machine behind his shoulder.
	"Is someone there? Who's there," he asked? I struggled to hear his
whispered voice.
	I almost turned and ran. Overcoming my desire to leave, I walked to
the bed's side and touched his shoulder.
	"It's McKenzie," I whispered.
	"Thank-you," he breathed.
	I pulled a chair to the bed, sat, and rested my hand on the blanket
where it covered his leg. I did not know what to tell him. I felt my eyes
mist. He said nothing. How long we stayed like this, I do not know. At some
point I must have rested my head on the bed next to his leg, keeping my
hand on his thigh as comfort and to let him know I was here.
	"McKenzie?"
	"Yeah?"
	"Forgive me."
	I rubbed him lightly. "I do. I'm not leaving. When you get better,
I want to talk, about what happened."
	"I will," he said.
	I had to leave when the nurse came in to check him. When I
returned, I saw a bag hanging from the bed with a reddish fluid in it.
	"What's that," I asked the nurse?
	"That's his urine bag. He has some blood in his urine. When that
clears, we might be able to send him home."
	I continued to sit with my hand on his leg.  He said nothing. We
breathed together.  My brain felt empty. I did not think. Just existed. I
felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked at his dad. He motioned me to follow
him. Denny had fallen asleep, so I followed his dad. We walked to the floor
lounge choosing seats across from each other.
	"Denny is in a bad way. His attackers, who are in jail, beat him so
severely the doctors thought he might not live. It was close for a couple
days. His condition is still guarded. Asking for you was the first thing he
spoke when he woke. Do you feel comfortable telling me about your
friendship?"
	I needed to be careful how much I revealed. I did not want to tell
his dad all we had done.
	"Denny and I had a good weekend. We hung out at my house with
friends from school. Denny came over Friday. We had a good time on
Saturday, played games, watched TV, and hung out doing the usual things
teens will do. Sunday, two of the guys left. Four of us were to stay until
Monday. Then Denny told me he did not want to hang around. He wanted to
go. He gave no reason. Nothing bad happened between us. Monday, at school
he ignored me. I got pissed and ignored him. After school I went over to
Micah's with Shawn. We left Denny."
	I sobbed, "Oh god, we left him. If we had let him come with us,
this would not have happened." I lost it. I put my head in my hands and
bawled.
	Denny's dad put his hand on my shoulder, resting it there.
	"McKenzie. Denny needs you now. He needs your strength. No matter
what happened, you need to be strong for your boyfriend."
	I stopped sobbing. "You know he's my boyfriend. You are not mad?"
	"I know and I am not mad at either of you. I love my two boys. Yes,
you are now my second son."
	I lifted my head and looked at him.
	"Are you ready to hear about his injuries," he asked?
	I swallowed, nodding.
	"It's bad. I'll give you the worst of it. His spleen had to be
removed. He may have lost his sight. Internal organs are severely
damaged. His kidneys were damaged as was his bladder. He has broken arms
and ribs. Extreme damage occurred to his testicles, the doctors had to
remove one. The other may not be viable. Time will tell. Last thing. There
was slight anal tearing. That could not have happened during the attack. Do
you know how that might have happened?"
	 I nodded not looking at him.
	"Okay. No details. Was this consensual?"
	"Yes. We both wanted it." I could not meet his eyes. I knew my face
was flaming.
	"I have to let the doctors know. You understand."
	I nodded. I did understand. What we had done was now known. I did
not need to give his dad any details. He knew what we had done, well almost
everything.
	I stood. "Can I go back to his room?'
	He stood and hugged me. I saw his eyes glisten. He kissed my cheek
and straightened my hair.
	Days passed. My parents convinced me that I had to go to school for
my lessons and to get Denny's work. Denny would need me when he went
home. I brought the work to Denny's room. All the guys, even Sam and Jimmy
came. We read to him, covering the assignments. He did not want to do any
of it. We called him names and told him that just because he was injured
was no reason to screw off. At first, he told us to fuck off, but we gave
him no slack. He realized we would not let up and did this because we loved
him. He did the work as best as he could. We wrote what he told us to
write. I still did not know why he had ghosted me that Sunday and right now
I did not care.
	Two weeks after the attack, Denny went home. The tubes and bags
were removed. I was given instruction on how to care for him as I would be
staying at his house. His eyes were still bandaged. The doctors gave him a
fifty percent chance of regaining partial sight. I was nervous when I was
shown how to treat his ball sack and what to watch for. He needed help
going to the toilet both ways. He was adamant that he did not want his
parents helping with this, especially his mom. He was okay with me and the
guys doing this. None of us were grossed out having to wipe his butt after
he pooped or holding his dick while he sat and peed. He would only let me
change the dressings on his sack.
	Once we got him home his parents let him have their room since it
had an attached bath making it easier to care for him. The guys and I
washed him with cloths as no way could he take a shower much less a
bath. The school was good about allowing each of us to miss one day a week
to care for Denny. I came over and stayed all night sleeping on a roll away
bed his parents rented.
	Time passed. His teen attackers were sentenced to prison because
they were tried as adults. They would serve a minimum of three years and a
maximum of seven. For what they did to Denny, they should get life. I just
hoped that I heard happened to teens in adult prison happened to them
	Denny insisted I attend his checkups and be in the exam room. When
he needed his groin examined, he told his parents that only I could be with
him. I would report what the doctor said. The doctors were certain losing
one ball would not affect his fertility or the ability to produce an
erection. I checked the internet and learned they were right. A male needed
only one ball to produce sperm. Denny could be a father. I tucked the
information about boners away for later. I would test it out. When he was
fully healed, of course. The eye doctor removed the bandages. At first
Denny's vision was blurry. In two days, his sight was almost back to
normal. His bones were healing, but the casts needed to stay on for a few
more weeks. His legs were okay so he was cleared to return to school. He
would start with morning classes, then return home. At the end of the first
week, he would go full day. If one of us did not have a class with him, we
would escort him. We carried our own backpack as well as his. One of us had
to take him to the bathroom and care for his needs. The school gave us keys
to the teacher's bathrooms for privacy. We grew to care for him emotionally
as well as physically. At his house, one of us would strip and get with him
in the shower and wash him after covering his casts. None of us got turned
on from doing this. What we did was patient care, not sexual.
	Four weeks had passed since the attack. Denny and I were alone. He
was sitting at the kitchen table and I was feeding him the spaghetti his
mom made for supper. The way his arms were casted made taking care of basic
functions impossible for him. He took a break from eating to look at me. We
stared at each other for the longest time.
	"Why are you so good to me, Mac? He had switched from using
McKenzie to just Mac. I liked his nickname for me. Before I responded, he
continued.
	"I treated you like shit that Sunday. I wouldn't blame you if you
abandoned me." Before I could speak, he continued. "That Friday, when we
did sex stuff, I was so turned on. I wanted to do more and never stop. Then
on Saturday when all of us fooled around, Mac, I felt I was going to lose
my mind. Watching the guys and what they did and us doing it with them made
me wild with lust Then in bed sharing that experience with Micah and Shawn,
Mac, I never imagined myself doing that stuff. I had looked at dirty
magazines before. They were pictures so I knew kinda what went on. All of
us doing that stuff, at first, was so wild. I enjoyed it, so much. Then on
Sunday when Jimmy and Sam said they would be going, that what we did was
too gay. That they were not gay. I snapped. I did not want to be gay When
you told me you loved me, I lost it."
	He stopped, still looking at me. "That's my story."
	"How do you feel now?"
	"Different. You and the guys have done stuff no teen boy does for
another teen boy. If you guys had not been there, my parents would have to
do all that. Very embarrassing. You guys have showed me what love and care
is all about. I am totally lost in where my feelings lie. I know one thing,
I really, really love you. I am sorry I left without a word that Sunday."
	"Yes, you hurt my heart, very much. I left school one day and
walked to the river. I figured it would serve you right if I jumped in and
died. Then I remembered the others. I would not do that to them. I headed
back to school and they met me, and we walked back together."
	"I saw you that day. I tried to text you to meet after school so I
could explain, and apologize, and we could start over. I was on my way to
your house when I got attacked."
	I could not easily take Denny's hand. Instead, I put my hand on his
thigh resting it there and stared at his eyes.
	"In a tiny voice, he asked, "Can we start over?"
	I nodded. "How about we start with a kiss?"
	His shining eyes said all that was needed. I leaned over his parted
lips, putting my tongue between them. His tongue met mine and we explored
each other. My hand moved higher on his thigh and I felt the tent in his
pants. I moved away from that.
	"No, Mac," he moaned. Please, hold me there."
	"Are you certain?"
	"Please," his voice was a moan. "I was wrong. You are my
everything. Do me. I'm sorry I can't do you, but once these casts are off,
I'll make it up to you.
	I lowered his sleep pants and boxers and looked at him. His cock
jutted hard and straight up.
	"Losing a ball did not affect your boner," I smirked.
	"Jack me, Mac. I need to see if I can produce sperm."
	"He could. It was watery, but he produced more that the last time
we did this. It tasted so sweet; I had a hard time sharing his sperm with
him.



READER: Where do I go from here? How do you see the lives of the boys
developing. I want to keep the activity only between teens, no adults.
Also, even though anal sex has been done, it is not all that common for
boys in their early teens according to my research on Nifty writing
guideline sites. Would bringing other friends in be okay. Should the six
friends continue in their relations? Continuing the story beyond high
school I believe would make it too long. Anyway. Let me know at
acgib1943@protonmail.com