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Levi

A new story by Danny

author of such stories as...

Simon's Journal

Goodbye Normal Jeans

Alvin Ever After

 

Part XII

  

Several months after we setup the nursery, Phil and I were working in the shed behind his house attempting to repair a remote control helicopter we'd crashed for like the gazillionth time.

"What if we used this tape to hold the blade together?" I asked while holding up a roll of blue-masking tape.

Phil quickly remarked, "We can't do that; it will make it unbalanced when we start the motor."

"No, I mean just to hold it until the glue dries." I countered.

"Oh yeah! That's a good idea. I'm glad I thought of it." He said seriously and I punched him in the arm for it.

Sounding like the Arnold Schwarzenegger, he reacted with, "LEVI LORRET, MUST BE DESTROYED!"

"You're stupid!" I laughed.

He quickly came back with, "Yeah but cute! You have to admit, I'm cute!"

"Better to be pretty than smart any day!" I said and got a dirty look for my effort.

"Here, use these," he thrust a pair of gardening sheers at me like he was going to stab me with them, "and cut two pieces of tape about four inches long."

I did and handed him the first one, "You call that four inches?"

"Yeah!" I said back.

"If that's four inches then my dick is a foot and a half long!" he joked.

Once again I said the dumbest thing ever when I replied, "Yeah I wish!"

Phil laughed, "Levi! Sometimes you are almost too gay!"

"Am not!" I faked like he had hurt my feelings.

"Aaaaaah did I hurt my little gay boys feelings?" he teased.

I poked him in the ribs with the sharp end of the gardening sheers.

"HEY!" he complained and I laughed.

"Okay, give me another piece, only this time, FOUR INCHES!"

"Okay, but I'll need your dick to measure it." I teased.

"Oh, now it's on!" he mumbled as he abandoned the helicopter repair and attacked me.

Before I even knew he was going to attack me, I found myself lying on the dirty shed floor while Phil sat upon my crotch and was tickling the life out of me. I have no idea where the shears went but I'm just glad they didn't end up lodged in one of our body parts!

"SSSTTOOOOOOPPPPP!" I cried as I fought against his torturous fingers.

"Who's the greatest boyfriend on the planet?" he asked.

Laughing I squealed out a loud, "I AM!"

Phil laughed too, "NOOOOOOOOOO! GUESS AGAIN!"

"SSSTTTTTTOOOOOOPPPP PPPPLLLLEEEAAAAASSSSEEEE!"

His jean covered ass was rubbing back and forth across my cargo covered dick, causing it to grow despite the hellish torture of his fingers as they danced across my ribcage.

"Just say Phil is the greatest boyfriend on the planet and I'll let you up."

"All RIGHT! PHIL IS not THE GREATEST BOYFRIEND ON THE PLANET!" I tried to downplay the `not' but he heard it and sank his fingers into my arm pits.

"NOOOOOOOO!" I howled and screamed for mercy and though I hadn't spoken the magic words, he stopped his torture anyway. However he didn't let me up; instead he leaned down and kissed me. As we kissed, he managed to work one of his hands down the front of my pants and was squeezing my dick and balls rather roughly.

With his hand in my pants, he began to thrust his crotch as if he were fucking me. I guess tickling me nearly to death had got him super-hot. We were in the middle of our kissing and dry-humping and probably seconds away from getting naked when we both heard a loud bang like someone threw a brick against the side of the shed. Immediately following that frightful sound was a cry out in pain from his dog Hiccup. We both barely had time to react to the bang the Hiccup when we heard an even louder bang that sounded almost like a small explosion. It sounded very much like a cannon being fired, followed by the crashing sound of glass breaking and falling to the ground.

We both scrambled to our feet; our hearts beating fast and furious within our chests as we ran out of the shed to see where the sounds came from. I saw Hiccup at the furthest point in the yard cowering headfirst in his doghouse, with his backside sticking out and his tail completely tucked under him. Something had apparently scared him to make him run and hide like that. Phil was the first to notice a spot on the side of the shed that looked like blood and I was the first to spot the rear garage door. The glass from it was now lying on the ground, both inside and out in thousands of tiny pieces.

Neither one of us knew what happened. Later, when questioned by his mother, we told her the truth. We said that we'd been in the shed fixing the helicopter when we heard a bang and then the glass breaking. His mother supposed that since the big garage door had been open, the wind must have blown it shut and broken the glass. And that was what Phil and I both believed for the longest time.

At the time, Phil and I thought nothing of it, but in retrospect we NEVER should have taken our sex out of my bedroom! In a moment of heated lust, we set in motion a series of events that would end in tragedy. It would be years before I would learn the truth of our decision that day but the horror of it came much sooner than the understanding.

When, years later, I learned the truth about how his father had seen us in the shed that day, I became physically ill. The idea that his father saw us and as a result built up such a hate for his own son that he did what he did? Well? I had a hard time accepting that.

 

Life went on with very few bumps or problems for the next few months. The only two noteworthy things is the fact that Phil's father, when he was around, was completely ignoring Phil, which seemed to put Phil in a good mood most of the time. Also when his father was around, Phil reported that his parents always fought. I didn't need Phil to tell me about the fights because I could hear them from my bedroom even with my bedroom window closed. Phil seemed happier than I had ever known him to be during those months. The only other noteworthy thing that took place was the birth of my new baby brother, Jonathon Clark Lorret (JC for short).

Then the horrible day came when Moe and I were sitting in History class, taking a pop-quiz when our Principle walked in looking quite grim. Without looking toward us student, he walked right up to our teacher, whispered something to her and then our teacher placed a hand to her mouth as she gasped with shock. Our Principle then turned toward our class and in a froggy voice asked for Moe and myself to please come with him.

Moe and I shared a worried look, and in that look, we both knew what the other was thinking. We thought we were in some kind of serious trouble, but we didn't have a clue what it could be.

Moe's eyes seemed to ask, "What did we do?"

And I am sure mine where asking the same question.

We stood, gathered our things, zipped our backpacks closed and walked solemnly toward our Principle like two condemned men walking to the gallows.

"I'M INNOCENT! I'M INNOCENT!" a voice in my head kept screaming.

Moe and I didn't as much as look away from our shoes as we marched from our classroom, through the school halls and into the office of the school.

We had been scared shitless that we were in major trouble right up until we walked into the school office and saw Heather, Abby and all of our parents standing around hugging each other and crying. Oddly absent were Phil and his parents. Everyone was crying or looked like they had recently been crying including my own parents. I think the look of my father's red swollen eyes as tears rolled down his face was the most terrifying thing I have ever seen in my life!

Forgetting for the moment that my relationship with Phil was super top secret, I lost it when I was told why Phil wasn't there and why Abby, Heather, Moe and I had been brought to the office.

We were told that Phil's father had beat Phil, only this time, he went too far.

 

The funeral was small and only consisted of about fifteen people, including the Priest and two altar boys. Those of us who were friends with Phil and his mother attended the service.

Two days after the funeral, Phil's mother asked me and my parents over to the house to help her go through Phil's things and box them up. Mom and dad were not yet home and though it was very hard for me to go into that house after what had happened, I went after school by myself. It was one of the most difficult things I have ever had to do in my life. Although the police tape had been removed, in my mind, I could still see it stretched across the front yard and wrapped around their two big Cherry trees.

I didn't have to knock; his mother had seen me coming and opened the door. Her eyes were red and swollen from so much crying.

Upon walking into Phil's unoccupied bedroom, I instantly could smell him. His scent was in the air, and on his sheets and pillow. My heart ached at knowing what had started out in that room only days before.

I was sitting on Phil's bed with Mrs. Becker. She was softly crying as she placed some of Phil's belongings in a box. My eyes drifted from her to across the room. That's when I spotted something sitting on the small desk beside Phil's smashed computer. It looked odd at first until I stood up and walked over to it. I remembered it instantly.

Shortly after our trip to Hollister, Phil had surprised me after school one day with a wood and glass display box he had made in shop class. He told me that he had made it especially for me, however I was told that I had to keep it at his house. I didn't understand at first why he was so being so cagey until he reached into his pants pocket and pulled something out. As he pulled out his hand, I thought it was empty, then his fingers began to pulse and I remembered back to when we were at Hollister. Phil had plucked my beating heart from my chest and placed it in his pants pocket for safe keeping. I stood there at school, looking him in the eyes as he opened the glass and wood box he had made and watched as he placed my heart within it.

"Now it is safe and sound." He said with a proud smile that stretched from ear-to-ear.

As I stood there a gasp at such a wonderful gesture, he then turned the box and showed me a small brass plate that was screwed to the edge of the wooden base. It read, The presious is mine'.

As the memory played out on the screen of my mind, I nearly broke down in tears and most certainly would have if Mrs. Becker had not spoken right then.

"He never told me why that was so important; but it had been his most cherished treasure." Mrs. Becker told me as she smiled and wiped away her tears.

Since she now knew my secret, I felt safe is sharing with her why the glass and wood box was so significant. She smiled through her tears as she placed her hands to her heart like it was crying too.

"Oh that is so sweet!" she gasped.

For some odd reason I chuckled as I held up the box and gazed through the glass and commented thusly, "Kind of morbid when you think about it though."

 

There was a minute or two where we both wallowed in our overwhelming emotions before she stood up, adjusted her blouse and announced dramatically, "This place isn't going to get packed up sitting around crying! We need to get the boxes filled and down to the garage before the moving truck arrives." She slid a half-empty box toward me, "I want to have the new place shipshape before Phillip gets out of the hospital."

I swallowed the lump that had been lodged in my throat and then offered, "I bet if I called Abby, Moe and Heather, they'd come over and help too."

"Oh, I'd never turn away free help! Tell them I'll buy them all pizza as payment!"

I snorted with laughter and wiped the tears from my eyes as I said, "If you are buying us pizza, then it isn't free help."

She playfully grabbed my ears and shook my head before kissing my cheek. Then she swatted my hip and said, "Alright smarty pants! Call your posy!"

"My posy?" I chuckled as I pulled my cell phone from my back pants pocket and called Moe first.

No teenager can resist pizza, even if it is earned with hard work! Sure enough my friends were more than happy to help Phil's mother out.

That afternoon, the four of us packed up Phil and his mother's belongings and lugged the boxes down to the garage. Mrs. Becker had instructed us to take everything that had been Phil's father's and toss it into the drained, in ground pool in their back yard. None of us had any clue what she planned to do, but none of us stopped her when we saw her dump gasoline on it and set it ablaze.

"The planet is a better place with that bastard dead!" Mrs. Becker cussed, "I'm just sorry that it was that Police officer who got to shoot him instead of me!"

A cold chill ran though my vains at hearing her say those words.

"I bet Phil would have enjoyed this." Abby said as she filmed the bonfire using her cell phone.

While leaning on me and giving me half a hug, Heather asked, "Are you going to put that up on Ustube, Abbs?"

"You better believe it!" She said, "Phil is going to love this!"

The odd thing was, as big and smelly as that fire got, the fire department never showed up. I guess no one called. I'd like to think that even if someone did call, the fire department knew the reason for the fire and decided that they would just let it burn.

As we watched the fire burn I moved closer and felt the heat as it warmed my front and face. Amazingly my friends and Mrs. Becker didn't stop me as I approached the end of the pool and stood for a moment before I spat into the flames.

 

My other friends had gone home once the biggest stuff was packed up, and when my parents finally got home, they both came over and we followed Mrs. Becker to the new place she had rented for her and Phil.

Mrs. Becker and my mom had found a sweet apartment across town for the two of them. Yeah, I knew it was going to be hard on Phil and me since we'd be going to different schools and wouldn't be able to be together except on weekends, but between him and me, I knew we'd make it work somehow... and we did!

 

The following day was a Saturday and my dad had gone over to install some extra handicap bars in their new apartment bathroom while mom drove me to the hospital to visit Phil. He's supposed to be getting out in a day or two and I really wanted to see him again before that happened. However, after nearly getting caught by our moms the last time, I had determined ahead of time that there was no way I was going to be giving Phil another blowjob while he's in that place!

The last time I visited, Phil had been complaining about how horny he was and how he couldn't do anything about it with two broken arms and a broken leg. Actually he'd been complaining about it every time I came to visit, but on the last visit he finally talked me into sucking him off, right there in the hospital. Normally that wouldn't have bothered me in the least bit, but seeing how Phil isn't able to get out of bed on his own, they have kept him in diapers. By the way, none of our friends know about that. Phil swore me to secrecy on threat of never fucking me again should I ever tell anyone that he had to wear and use diapers.

Anyway, the idea of sucking his dick when it had been peed on was a total turn off for me. But on my last visit, he'd just recently been changed and said he was clean down there. I gave in and pulled the curtain around his bed so we could have some privacy from his roommate who was usually out of it anyway. I had started by reaching under the covers and into his diaper to stoke his cock, but he insisted that he needed to be sucked by me.

He finally got me to do it by telling me that he knew half a dozen girls who he could call and who would come and do it for him without hesitation. He had played on my jealousy and it worked. I gave in as I ducked under the blanket and sheet, pulled the front of his diaper down and slurped his dick into my mouth.

From under the covers I heard, "Oh son of a bitch, yes Levi!" which made me only want to pleasure him more.

I was going to town on him when we both heard my mother talking and not very far away. I only just got my head out from under the covers when both our moms came into the room. Mrs. Becker pulled back the curtain and asked if everything was alright.

"Yep! Just talking!" Phil lied and not very convincingly.

I think mom knew something was up, mostly because my hair was tousled and we were both blushing bright red.

On the last visit, when we were alone, Phil once again begged me to suck his cock for him but I admittedly told him I wasn't going to do it.

He got upset and growled angrily, "You're a lousy boyfriend!"

"Yep!" I agreed with a sneer, "I am the worst!"

Ignoring me entirely, he shamelessly begged, "PLEASE LEVI! I AM DYING HERE!"

Suddenly, I remembered something from our stay at Hollister.

"Remember when we were skiing and how you made me wait ages before you let me cum? That was the most painful day of my life! My dick hurt so bad being hard that long! But when I finally got to cum, it was sooooo good!"

Phil got a look in his eyes like he knew what I was about to say and he knew he wasn't going to like it.

"Just think how good it will feel when you are in your new bedroom and we are all alone!"

"You are evil!" he growled.

"Yeah, the evilest!" I agreed and playfully blew a kiss at him.

"Stop agreeing with me!" he snapped with exasperation in him voice.

"You're right, I shouldn't agree with you." I said which made him laugh and groan at the same time.

"OH SHIT! Don't make me laugh Levi!" he moaned as his bruised ribs pained him.

"Sorry!" I said meekly, "I forgot you can't laugh!"

"I can laugh; I just can't laugh that hard." He chuckled.

We got to visit for about another ten minutes before a nurse came in and gave him some drugs via his IV. Soon, he was fighting to stay awake. Of course I tortured him by patting his crotch each time he'd start to doze off. Basically, I was keeping him in a perpetual state of erection.

"You are so going to get it when my arms are better." He warned.

"Bitch, please! You think I am scared of you?" I joked and he tried to laugh as the drugs began to take him to loopy-land.

I gave his cock a squeeze through the blanket and his diaper but it did no good. He was out.

I got up, gave him a kiss on the lips and said, "See you tomorrow," and left his hospital room.

As I was leaving, I saw that his roommate was awake and had witnessed the kiss and probably even my sex play. There was a look of revulsion on his face. I walked over to his bedside. He had a tube that went up his nose. I spoke soft but threateningly, "Got something to say? Go ahead... I dare you!"

His eyes opened wide with fear as he shook his head `no'.

"Maybe you should mind your own business over here and not stick your nose in other people's private conversations." I hissed.

He nodded as his eyes filled with tears.

Feeling like I got my point across, I turned and walked out of the room. Before Phil's father had nearly killed Phil, I never would have been so bold. But now, I feel like I could kill anyone who ever tries to hurt him again, whether they are an adult or some sick kid in a hospital bed. I simply don't care. No one is going to hurt Phil again. Not if I can help it.

 

Amazingly, the day Phil came home from the hospital, he was able to get from his bed to the toilet on his own. However, he needed help with his sweatpants and removing his diaper. He also needed help getting cleaned up after he took a dump. Both my mother and his mother were there, but they had no idea that Phil had gotten out of bed, let alone made his way to the toilet with only a little bit of help from me. While Phil was doing his business, I sat on the side of the tub and talked with him until he was done.

When his mother went to check on him in his room and found him not there, she was angry at first and when she found him in the bathroom she got furious. But her anger didn't last long at all once she realized he was in my care.

To protect his dignity, I'd laid a towel over his lap. The towel had temporarily kept the odors contained, but soon they found their way past the towel and into his mothers' nose.

"Oh Philip!" his mother gagged and nearly vomited.

She had to race from the bathroom or she probably would have gotten sick.

Upon her return, Phil was standing on one leg and holding the handicap bar while I wiped his ass. Neither she nor my own mother could believe that it didn't bother me at all to clean his shitty crack.

 

The very next day when I wasn't there to help out, she did puke and it went all over Phil. That's when she realized she couldn't take care of him adequately enough. Seeing how she had the money, she hired a full time nurse.

Phil was not happy at all and neither was I because that nurse was a serious bitch! When she wasn't tending to Phil's needs, she sat in a chair in the room reading a book and wouldn't leave us alone for anything. She even bathed Phil, which he hated and complained about constantly.

 

I still remember the day when Phil got his casts off. He wanted me to be there when they came off his arms but I didn't know why until his arms were cast free. Then, right there in the hospital, in front of the doctor, his mom and a nurse, he carefully wrapped his arms around me and hugged me. As hugs go, it was weak, but it was still the best hug ever!

The best part of getting his arm casts removed was that he no longer needed the nurse, as he was able to clean his own ass and bathe himself but more importantly, we had privacy again.

Unfortunately, he had to wear that leg cast for three more weeks before he graduated to a soft cast that Velcro's into place. He also had to wear braces on his arms for a couple months until the bones were stronger.

He told me that he tried to masturbate, but it hurt too much, so the poor guy had to wait for me to come over and blow him. I put a lot of miles on my bike during his recuperation.

 

 

 

To Be Continued!

 

 

If you are enjoying LEVI then please let me know. You can email me at m12@thedoghousemail.com

 

Once again I must thank Paul S. Stevens for his help with proofing this chapter. Thank you Paul!!!!

 

And be sure to check out my other books...

 

Simon's Journal – Ever read someone's secret diary? Well here is your chance to read the private journal of a young boy named Simon David Leonard. Simon is just a mild American boy...that is until someone threatens his friends or family, then watch out! He has a secret problem which to him feels all consuming. When he decided to go in search for others who share the same secret problem, he sets off a series of events that will change his life, and the lives of those he encounters, forever. As you lose yourself within the pages of his four volume journal, you will laugh, cry, scream, and cheer your way through adventures that will take you halfway around the world and back again.

(http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/simons-journal/)

  

Goodbye Normal Jeans – Meet Nevada, the middle child of a country families seven children. Nevada, prematurely born, lives the life of a simple country boy. His biggest concerns in life are dealing with his physical inadequacies related to his early birth, and making sure the pigs don't get loose. All of that changes when it is discovered that Nevada is exceptionally intelligent and is awarded a scholarship to a prestigious school for gifted young minds. There he must learn new ways of coping with his bodies limitations while trying to cope with life back on the farm.

(http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/goodbye-normal-jeans/)

 

Alvin Ever After – A four part novel series chronicling the life changing events of a young California surfer boy named Alvin who has been uprooted and transplanted clear across the country to Maine?

In the first novel you will journey with Alvin and his parents as they travel east, encountering many adventures and people along their way.

The second novel tells of Alvin's new life in Maine as he and his parents struggle to make a new life for themselves.

The third novel tells the tale of a terrible tragedy which rocks Alvin and his family at its core. Friends and loved ones will flock to Alvin and his family's side as everyone struggles to come to grips.

The final novel in the series, which is coming very soon to Nifty, will see Alvin making a life changing decision and sets out on a new adventure across the country as he attempts to return to California again.

(http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/alvin-ever-after/)

 

I have a blog which I update with information about how work on my stories is coming along. It's a good way to find out what I've been up to and what stories I am working on. You can find it at www.talkhard.5u.com

 

And be sure to keep a watchful eye out for

Levi

Part XIII

Coming soon!