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Levi
A new story by Danny
author of such stories as...
Part II
I'd heard of and even tried masturbating a handful of times (sorry for the pun! Oh who am I kidding, I'm not sorry at all! Even Phil thought that shit was funny!) but I was never able to get myself to the point where I'd have an orgasm or ejaculate. So needless to say, with my dick still in Phil's mouth, I didn't know what had happened. Once the orgasm was over something in me changed. It was as though I'd been in a dark room; doing equally dark things, and then someone had flipped on the lights revealing everything. The shame and fear I felt was all consuming!
Still holding tightly to his hair and seeing my dick was still firmly lodged in his mouth I shoved his head back. However I'd failed to realize that he had his hands on my backside so when I tried to push him away he simply pulled me closer and buried his face in my groin. He was like a hungry little piglet, unwilling to give up its mother's teat.
His sucking began to tickle, A LOT, and I struggled to push him away. He resisted and fought to keep his lips vacuumed firmly on my dick. I pulled hard on his hair which seemed to do the trick because his lips left my dick as he complained.
"OUCH LEVI!"
There was no thought or intent to harm, I swear, I only remember feeling the pain as my knee collided with his boney chin and then watching his eyes squeeze shut as he fell backward. As soon as his hands left my butt I turned and ran from the shower area and into the cluttered basement. I stopped a foot or so outside of the shower area as I remembered that I was as naked as the day I was born and all of my clothes were in the washing machine; all except...
"MY UNDERWEAR!" I shouted with alarm.
I turned to run back and retrieve my boxer briefs only I hadn't counted on the fact that Phil would be getting back up so quickly. I spun around only to run right into Phil; or more accurately, the top of his head collided with my groin. The force of my momentum drove him backward again while at the same time propelling me over him, causing me to crash down on top of his twisted physique. Our naked bodies still wet, I slid off him and struck my chin on the hard concrete floor.
He lay holding the back of his head near his neck while rolling around and moaning with pain.
It took me several minutes before I was able to move again, however having my balls head-butted and busting my chin had taken the need to run away out of me. As I was holding my balls with one hand I pushed myself up and back so that I was leaning against the cool concrete basement wall while watching him wriggle around.
"SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!" he finally cussed, "I think you broke my fucking neck!"
He sounded like he may be crying.
"Well my nuts are not doing any better thank you very much!"
"Oh please! I've been nutted three times today and you don't hear me complaining!"
Obviously he wasn't as hurt as he wanted me to think.
"Fuck that really hurt!" he cussed again while he rolled himself up onto his knees, his back to me and slowly rotated his head and neck this way and that.
It cracked a couple times and he groaned when it did but afterward he seemed alright.
"Why'd you head-butt me?" I whimpered, still hurting even though it had been several minutes since it happened.
"Shit Levi! It's not like I did it on purpose! Besides, why'd you fucking kick me and run away?"
I attempted to readjust my nut sack only to groan from the pain while at the same time attempting to say, "I didn't KICK YOU! SHIT! Damn that hurts! I kneed you."
He was still rubbing and squeezing his neck as though he was making sure his head hadn't come unscrewed.
"I bet I'm a good inch shorter now!" he complained with a chuckle while turning to face me.
When he laughed, it seemed to hurt, but then he saw my chin and apparently, there was quite a bit of blood. His face went deathly gray.
"HOLY SHIT LEVI!"
"What?" I asked, not realizing I had blood running down my neck and chest.
"Y-Y-YOUR CHIN!" he pointed.
That's when I looked down and saw all the blood running down my front. To say that I freaked out would have been an understatement.
I kept repeating over and over, "OH SHIT! OH FUCK! OH SHIT! OH FUCK!"
Forgetting his own injuries, he stood, pulled the towel off the nail and then knelt before me as he pressed it to my chin.
"Now just hold still!" he said as I began to cry.
I know, I'm thirteen years old, but I'm sorry! All that blood scared the hell out of me! I honestly thought there was something seriously wrong with me. In retrospect, I had merely busted my chin open which only needed a few stitches to repair. However, up to that point in my life, I'd never had more than a skinned knee or elbow from riding my skateboard. There was the one time when dad was teaching me to ride a bike that I wrecked and cut my ankle, but it hardly bled at all but this looked like one of those TV crime dramas and I was the poor victim. I had even begun to imagine the police showing up and seeing my lifeless, naked body lying on the cold, concrete basement floor.
Several minutes later, he'd succeeded in calming me down and got me to stop crying even though I was still huffing and whimpering a little.
He pulled the towel away and I watched his face for any clue to how bad it really was. His eyes opened a little wider which alarmed me greatly.
"Let's get you under the water and wash off some of the blood so I can see how bad it really is." He said in a slightly worried sounding voice.
We didn't stand, but knelt under the water together. The warm water did wash away the blood, but it also ignited the pain in my chin, causing it to begin to throb almost instantly.
"IT HURTS!" I cried as my tears flowed invisibly down my cheeks, hidden by the water falling on my face.
"Here," He said as he reached out and turned the handle for the hot water down and turned the cold up, "That should help."
And it did. I didn't even care that the water quickly went really, really cold because it almost completely stopped the throbbing.
"OH FUCK!" He said.
"WHAT?" I cried with fear.
"You chipped a tooth too!"
"I DID?" I asked while instinctively reaching up to feel.
"Stay under the water while I go get a couple towels," he ordered as he quickly raced away.
He was gone for several minutes; long enough for me to get very, very cold while kneeling under the flowing water. When he finally returned he was wearing a gray t-shirt and black sweat pants but was still barefooted. And he wasn't alone.
"DAD?!" I cried out at seeing my father rush into the basement shower area.
I was instantly ashamed for what Phil and I had done only minutes before and feared that my Dad would know with just one look at me that I'd let Phil suck my dick.
Dad came rushing over to me while seeming very concerned.
"Let me look." He ordered and was trying to get me to move the towel.
Twenty seconds later in came mom and despite my chin I dropped the towel I had been holding up to my face and covered my nudity with it.
"MOM! Don't look!" I pleaded with chattering teeth.
As Dad pulled me out from under the icy water, Phil quickly handed me another towel. With trembling hands I wrapped it around myself to hide my nudity from my mom.
"Sorry Levi, but I thought it best to call your mom." He confessed.
Since Phil lives just on the opposite side of the block from us and down a few houses, it was easy for mom and Dad to cut across the back alley to get to Phil's place. All the fenced in yards have gates to the back alley, ours included. However, seeing dad, who was supposed to be on his way to New York... well that surprised the hell out of me.
"Dad why are you..." I started to ask but stopped when he placed a clean towel over my chin and mouth.
I guess I was still bleeding quite a bit.
"What happened?" mom asked with extreme urgency in her voice.
"I fell in a pile of dog poop." Phil began and I noticed he'd said poop and not shit, "And I got hurt when I fell so Levi helped me home and got poop all over him too so he was showering down here and slipped because this floor gets so slippery when it gets wet and soapy."
He was talking fast and without breathing. It made him seem so incredibly guilty.
Dad glanced to Mom, "This looks pretty bad. We'd better get him to Urgent Care. He's probably going to need stitches."
"My clothes are in the washer." I said through the towel which Dad was still holding tightly to my chin and mouth.
Neither of them understood me however Phil had.
"I didn't want Levi to get in trouble so I put our clothes in the washer." Phil announced.
I saw mom's face twist with concern as she sniffed the air. Only then did I realize how heavy the basement air was with the smell of bleach.
"You didn't use bleach did you?" She asked.
Phil nodded and I noticed how small and childlike he seemed to be acting. It was nothing like he normally acted when at school. He even seemed smaller.
"Where's the washer?" Mom asked as she pulled Phil away.
"Come on! We'll get you fixed up in no time." Dad said to me as he lifted me up and carried me as though I were an infant again.
Oddly, when I was horizontal in his arms, my chin again began to really hurt a lot.
"OH NO!" Mom sang out.
Dad and I heard mom's cry as he quickly carried me in her direction.
"How much did you use?" She asked Phil.
There were soap bubbles coming out from under the washing machine and out from where the lid was still closed.
Phil told her how much soap and bleach we'd put in and I saw dad grin. No kidding, dad grinned but he quickly hid it so that mom wouldn't catch him.
Oh God, if mom had seen him smile right then? It wouldn't have been good. Before the divorce, the two of them used to scream at each other so loud that they could be heard over a block away. I know this because I'd witnessed it a number of times.
Mom had shutoff the machine, opened the lid and pulled out what used to be my white school shirt; it was a horrible muddy gray-blue.
"Let's not worry about those just now." Dad told mom.
He looked around as if he were lost then asked, "How the hell do we get back upstairs?"
"This way!" Phil said as he led the three of us through the maze of plastic totes and out of the basement.
Dad carried me all the way upstairs and out through the garage's regular door which was now open. I was very cold from standing under the cold water, but once outside with nothing more than a towel wrapped around my lower half, I felt the skin of my sack tighten and my balls drawl up inside of me looking for warmth.
Something strange happened. I honestly cannot recall the period between when Dad carried me out of Phil's garage until I was at the Urgent Care clinic with some big nosed, red-headed lady stitching up my chin. As far as my brain is concerned, there is no record of about an hour or so. I even asked mom and dad if I had passed out, but they said I was awake and talking to them all the way to the Urgent Care clinic and I was even talking to the doctor and nurses. Dad told me I was probably in shock from all the excitement.
I ended up with seven stitches in my chin and as for my tooth? Well that remained to be looked at. Mom had made an appointment with the dentist on the following Monday. So I guess that's one good thing that had come out of all this, I was going to get to miss one day of school.
Shortly before we were due to leave the Urgent Care clinic, Phil and both of his parents arrived at the Urgent Care clinic to check on me. Until I saw him, I hadn't given Phil any more thought and I didn't know that he'd come to the Urgent Care clinic with us. He'd just been out in the waiting room, waiting on his parents to arrive.
Actually, Phil seemed more concerned than anyone as to my condition. Even more so than my own mother and that's saying something.
"Alright there, Levi?" Phil's dad asked.
I was sporting a rather large gauze bandage which covered most of my chin so it looked kind of bad.
"Never better!" I mumbled as most of my mouth and chin had been shot full of numbing medicine.
"What's the big idea trying to break my basement floor with your chin?" he joked and gave my foot a shake, "The way Phil told it, we thought you were a lot worse off."
After pleasant greetings and apologies were made, Phil's mom handed my mom one of those reusable cloth shopping bags.
"It's just some of Phil's clothes that he's outgrown this year."
Up until that very second, I had forgotten that I was naked under the blanket that the Urgent Care clinic had covered me with.
"Oh that is so sweet!" Mom said and hugged her.
"And please send us the bill for his school uniform." Phil's father said to my parents.
Poor Phil! The look on his face, when the subject of our school uniforms came up was ghastly. Oh man, I felt so bad for him. Actually, to this day, I cannot help but wonder how his parents already knew about our uniforms.
A couple weeks later, I found out that Phil got in a lot of trouble because we'd ruined the washer as the soap had gotten down inside the workings of it. I hadn't put two and two together until I heard about it the following Monday, Phil had showed up at school with a black eye. No one asked him about it because it wasn't the first time that had happened. At first, I assumed I was the one to give him the black eye with my knee but now I know better.
"Ah there's no need for that! They both were trying to do the right thing after all." Dad said and I wondered how in the world he knew all that. Then I realized during the period which I couldn't remember, I must have told him and mom exactly what we'd done. I still didn't know yet that Phil had been in the car too and must have tried to explain everything to my parents.
I guess my next dreadful thought appeared on my face because Mom then asked, "Are you hurting baby?"
The dreadful thought hit me. During that period which I couldn't recall, had I told them what Phil and I had been really doing right before I got hurt?
God help me, I started to freak out all over again and no matter how hard I fought against it, the tears began to flow. Amazingly, it wasn't my mom, or my dad, or Phil's parents who calmed me down. It was Phil.
I don't know how he knew, but somehow he read the look on my face and knew what I was thinking. He'd been standing beside me and when mom went to get the nurse Phil leaned down and whispered.
"It's ok! No one knows anything! I made sure!"
That's all he said and by the time the nurse came in, I was almost back to normal.
It was that same red-headed nurse and she spoke to me as if I were a small child. Granted I was acting like one but still, it was embarrassing the way she talked to me.
"This is a big scary place isn't it? Oh but you will be going home very soon and then you can have all the ice cream and Popsicles you can eat! Doesn't that sound exciting?"
I wanted to punch her in the face! And when she was gone again, Phil leaned over and whispered into my ear, "I think she has the HOTS for you. Maybe you can get her to kiss your booboo too."
I couldn't help but to laugh.
Phil left with his parents and about ten minutes later, the red-head told my parents that I could go home as well. Dad helped me get dressed because I didn't want mom to see me naked. So mom went and pulled the car around while Dad helped me get ready.
As he was sliding up my legs the underwear Phil's mother had brought for me I asked, "Why are you not on your way to New York?"
"I needed some papers from the Attic and happened to be there when your friend called."
"Oh!" I said when he gave the elastic of the underwear a snap.
I remember wondering if he could tell just by looking at my Dick that Phil had been sucking on it. I also wondered if Phil still sometimes wore Superman briefs like the ones dad had just put on me.
I didn't see Phil all weekend, but he called to make sure I was alright. My other friends had heard about my chin and had called as well. I was essentially fine, but mom still insisted that I take it easy all weekend. I spent both Saturday and Sunday lying on the couch watching movies on Netflix. I also had quite a few popsicles despite it being November.
Come Monday morning, Mom took me to the dentist who fixed my tooth in less than an hour. Seriously, if you look at my teeth, you cannot tell which one was chipped at all. I didn't know that was possible!
And here I thought I was going to get an extra day off from school but no! Mom took me to school and even walked me in to the front office where she explained what had happened and why I had a big bandage on my chin. She embarrassed me by giving me a kiss on the cheek before sending me off to my classes.
With a hall pass in hand I walked to my second period class after a quick stop at my locker. As I opened the door to the classroom, I saw my friend Moe first. Now remember when I said Moe was a class clown? Well here's a perfect example.
He shot me the biggest smile as I walked in. Then stood up and began to clap loudly while announcing, "Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you Scar Face!"
Our teacher wasn't amused.
"Sit down Lachance!" she barked.
Having a big ass bandage on your face is like the best mojo! Every single one of my teachers, even the male ones, were extra nice to me all day. And the girls in my school? Man, they were all over me! It was GREAT! I got asked to the upcoming school dance by five different girls! I'll have to remember to get hurt more often; or maybe I will just wear a fake bandage whenever I want to get some sympathy.
At lunch, when I saw Phil for the first time, he was wearing a pair of big sunglasses to hide his black eye and was sitting with Heather and Abby. Moe and I came out of the lunch line and joined them. Up to this point I was honestly dreading seeing Phil, but I shouldn't have. As soon as I sat down, the five of us were just like we always are; joking, laughing and having fun.
It wasn't until the next day that I realized that Phil was being a bit different toward me. It wasn't that he was being unfriendly or not talking to me. Actually he was just not looking at me and he never seemed to want to be alone with me. For example, take what happened after lunch on Tuesday.
Phil had just returned from the bathroom. Moe, Phil and I were having lunch together while Heather and Abby were off eating with the Winter Bash dance committee. The three of us were having a perfectly normal conversation about this brother and sister duo on UsTube.com who are our age and who are becoming famous for their video remakes of popular songs.
Then Moe abruptly sprang up and announced, "Need to drain the python!"
Phil then declared, "Uh! Yeah! Uh! I-I need to get another milk."
So I sat there guarding our food trays. I didn't think too much about it until I saw Phil loitering over by the refrigerated milk chest. He was standing there holding the milk and looking as though he were waiting for someone. As soon as Moe returned to the table, Phil came back too.
This same sort of stuff went on for two weeks. Then on the Friday of the second week, Moe had to stay after for Drama Club and Abby and Heather had to stay after school for the dance committee. Having been avoided by Phil for two weeks I didn't even bother to look for him and headed home alone.
I was about a block from school when out from behind a big tree jumped Phil and scared the shit out of me!
"HOLY SHIT PHIL! You nearly gave me a fucking heart attack!" I cussed and swung my Math book at him.
I missed him by a mile because I wasn't actually trying to hit him.
He laughed as he danced a few feet away from me, turned and shook his backside at me mockingly. I couldn't help but laugh too.
"I'm serious!" I said while still clutching at my chest, "I think I might have actually had a heart attack just then!"
"You'd have to have a heart, to have an attack." He said.
It wasn't what he said, but how he said it; almost spiteful; like I was the one that had been avoiding him all week; like I'd been the one to have sucked his dick and not the other way around.
"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked.
He shrugged, "Nut'n." and as if attempting to change the topic he quickly asked, "Want to come over and play WoW until my parents get home?"
My first thought was, "What? Now that no one else is around you don't mind being alone with me?"
Then my second thought was, "OH HELL NO! I don't EVER want to be alone with you again!"
My third thought was, "Why aren't you chasing some pretty girl like you normally do?"
And finally, my last thought was, "Oh great! Why'd he have to suggest WoW? Now I'll never be able to play World of Warcraft again without thinking about him sucking my dick!"
However, what I said was, "Nah! Going to head home and rest my chin."
It was a lame excuse and he saw right through it. I hadn't even been wearing a bandage over it that second week and early the follow week I was going to be getting my stitches out. I sort of liked having my stitches show because it made it look like I had a few chin whiskers. Actually, it was Abby who pointed that out earlier in the week. One would have had to have been half blind to think they were chin hairs, but when you are thirteen, the imagination is a very powerful thing.
"So, what you doing this weekend?"
"Supposed to be my weekend with Dad." I answered while continuing to walk home.
Phil picked up on the tone of my voice and asked, "Old man cancel on you again?"
Shaking my head I told him, "No, but I'd bet a year's allowance that he will." And before Phil could comment on what I'd just said I asked, "How about you? Any cool plans?"
His entire countenance seemed to crumble in on itself as he said, "Dad's having another work party at the house Saturday night. Mom's doing all the cooking and stuff but after the last time..."
His voice trailed off there at the end.
I thought back to last spring when his parents were hosting another one of his father's work parties. They have them three or four times a year so that Phil's father can wine and dine his favorite clients. I don't know the whole story; only that Phil had been banished to his room upstairs for the night and wasn't supposed to be seen or heard. Apparently at some point Phil had ventured downstairs and was later discovered in the bathroom with one of the guests. It wasn't until years later, that I learned the guest Phil had been in the bathroom with was a 45-year-old man and Phil had been sucking him like he had done to me.
Amazingly, after that incident Phil's dad, who sells commercial real estate, got a ton of new business. I guess people felt sorry for his son being used like that. The truth of it all was kept from us kids but apparently it was common knowledge among all of our parents who'd been at the party or knew someone that had been.
Of course, Phil's friends (me included) knew something was up when he didn't show up to school for a couple weeks. We eventually drug the truth out of him... or what he wanted us to believe was the truth. Phil had told us that he'd been caught fucking the wife of one of his father's clients in the downstairs half-bathroom. This, of course, then started to spread through school, only adding to Phil's already larger than life ladies-man reputation. I mean, a then 13-year-old guy having sex with an older woman? Who wouldn't want that kind of a rep?
"Anyway," Phil continued, "Soon as my parents get home, Dad's taking me to my grandmothers."
I've met Phil's grandmother once and once was enough. Imagine if the Wicked Witch from The Wizard of Oz was to have a love child with Lord Voldemort. That would pretty much describe Phil's grandmother. She is just an ugly, evil, mean woman who hates everyone and everything except her rose garden. Though I have never actually witnessed it happening, I have heard tell that she's thrown stones and bricks and even empty flower pots at people and kids who dared to pluck one of her precious roses. I'm told she wasn't like that before Phil's grandfather passed away some ten years ago. I guess she took his death badly and thus became cold and hard.
When Phil told me he was being shipped off to his grandmother's for the weekend... well my heart went out to him.
We walked toward home, talking about nothing in particular. I imagine we were both thinking about that afternoon two weeks ago in his basement and were now trying to keep from having an awkward silence between us.
Two blocks from home, he suggested, "Since you don't feel up to coming to my house, maybe I can come over to yours?"
Having let my guard down momentarily while thinking about how bad his weekend was going to suck, I'd failed to see that I'd left an opening for him to invite himself over. I couldn't think up an excuse fast enough to be convincing, so I surrendered.
Knowing my mom would be there, with a shrug of my shoulders, I said, "I guess."
"MOM I'M HOME!" I called as I opened the front door, "AND I BROUGHT HOME A STRAY ANIMAL TOO!"
We both heard mom from the kitchen in the back of the house, "YOU BEST NOT HAVE!"
She appeared around the corner looking upset, but when she saw Phil she smiled as she teased him, "Oh and it's mangy too!"
My mom likes all my friends, but for some reason she seems to like Phil more than the others.
I laughed and Phil said to her, "Hi Mrs. Lorret."
"Phillip! How many times do I have to remind you? It's Mrs. Franklin now!" she said with a fake sternness in her voice.
When mom and dad got divorced, Mom went back to her maiden name. I still have my father's last name, although during the heat of the divorce, she wanted to have my last name legally changed from Lorret to Franklin but in the end she relented. I suppose my threat to kill myself if she made me change it might have swayed her to give up that battle.
"What are you boys up to this afternoon?" Mom asked us both.
"We were thinking of trying to rob a liquor store and use the money to buy drugs and hookers!" Phil joked.
Mom played along with his little joke, "Oh that sounds like fun! Just be sure to wear clean underpants."
I dropped my math book on the small table by the front door and kicked off my shoes there. Phil followed my example.
"You boys want a snack before you go on your crime spree?"
"Sure!" Phil said, "Can we have it in Levi's room?"
"Actually we're going into the family room to play Wii." I said quickly.
There was no way I was going to be alone in my room with Phil! Besides that, NO ONE ever goes in my room except me. Not even my mom will step foot in it. She leaves my clean clothes in a pile outside my bedroom door for me to put away. When I have dirty clothes, I am the one to drop them down the laundry chute.
Why did I feel that way? Well that's simple! My room is my room and I don't want anyone else in there. Not to mention I'd simply die if my friends ever saw the posters I have on my bedroom walls and ceiling.
Our snack was Peanut butter on apple wedges and strawberry milk to wash them down. We were engrossed in a game when the phone rang. I already knew who it was and what he was going to say so I didn't even try to go answer it.
A moment later mom called out, "LEVI! PHONE! IT'S YOUR DADDY!"
I looked at Phil who smiled and teasingly asked, "Daddy?"
"Shut up!" I laughed and punched him in the leg.
Phil put the game on pause as I picked up the phone which sits atop our television in the family room.
"Hi Dad" I said disappointedly into the phone.
I heard mom hang up the other phone.
"Hey there champ! How's the chin?"
"Fine!" I said as I prepared myself for yet another excuse not to get to spend the weekend with him.
"You should be getting those stitches out any day shouldn't you?" he asked.
"Next week." I answered.
Mom appeared in the entryway to the family room. She leaned against the wall and smiled like she knew something I didn't.
"I received the email with the picture you took after your dental visit. Can't even tell which tooth you broke." Dad commented.
"Yeah." Was all I said to that.
"So Levi, remember that big project I've been working on for work?" Dad asked me and I slumped against the back of the sofa as I waited for the bomb to drop.
Dad paused for a moment. At the time it seemed like forever but in reality he was probably just taking a breath.
"Well it is officially done and I have the next two weeks off."
"Really?" I asked with no small amount of surprise and for a glimmering instant I started to get excited but then...
"Yep! And I'm going to take a couple days and head up to Hollister. I feel like I need to get away for a while."
"There it was! He was going out of state again!" I thought to myself as that glimmer of excitement went out like throwing water on a fire.
"Aaaaannnd..." he really drug that `and' out for effect, "You and your mother are coming too!"
I swear I didn't hear that last line.
No longer leaning on the back of the sofa, I was standing there holding the phone with both hands as I asked, "What?"
"You and your mother are coming to Hollister with me!"
I looked to mom in disbelief, but she simply beamed across the room at me. Since the divorce, I can count on one hand the number of times mom and dad have spent more than ten minutes in each other's presence and all but one of those ended up in a fight. That one time they didn't end up in a fight was when I was at Urgent Care with a busted open chin.
"You're not messing with me are you Dad?" I asked into the phone.
I was looking at Phil while talking to my dad.
"Would I do that?" Dad asked.
"YES!" I shouted, blasting his ear drum.
I could hear Dad laughing loudly.
Addressing Phil I said, "My dad is taking mom and me to Hollister this weekend!"
I expected Phil to be excited for me and although he said, "That's awesome!" his face gave away how disappointed he was.
Here he had to go spend the weekend with his Wicked Granny while I was going Skiing with my parents.
God help me, I don't know what I was thinking when I asked the following, "Dad?"
"Yeah?"
"Would it be okay if I brought a friend?"
I was watching Phil's eyes as I had asked dad and I got the reaction I had expected. Phil's eyes opened wide and his mouth stretched into the biggest grin I'd ever seen on him.
I looked to mom who was nodding her head in agreement.
Dad was quiet for a fraction of a second before he answered, "Well I think that is a fantastic idea Levi! I'm assuming you mean Phil? Why don't you call him and see if he wants to come?"
"I don't have to. He's right here." I said.
Phil was standing, rubbing his hands together excitedly.
"Well, you best check with your moth..." Dad started to say.
"She's right here too and is nodding her head yes."
Dad laughed again.
"Tell you what. Let me call his parents. I'll let them know we want to take him with us. I'm sure they will jump at the chance to have a weekend to themselves." Dad said.
"Actually, his parents are having another party for his dad's clients this weekend. Phil was supposed to go stay with his grandma."
I swear I heard dad shutter when I told him about that.
"Good lord! Not with that old bitch!" Dad exclaimed and I was surprised he'd used the B-word while talking to me.
"Let me call them right now and I'll call back in just a bit. In the meantime, why don't you help your mother get things ready?"
As I hung up the phone I gave a window shattering shriek of excitement. I couldn't help it. I was just so excited to be going to Hollister.
Oddly, not once did I even think about the other weekend and what had happened between Phil and me. It wouldn't be until later that I would realize what I had put into motion by inviting him along.
After an insanely long twelve minutes, Dad finally called back to give us the good news. Phil's parents were more than grateful that we were taking him with us.
"I'll be there to pick you and your mother up in about two hours. I just need to make one stop first. Now let me talk to your mother for a minute."
I handed the phone to mom as Phil and I stood there excitedly listening. Mom placed her hand over the phone and said, "Why don't you go over to Phil's and help him pack."
Then addressing Phil directly she said, "Make sure to bring lots of warm clothes, long underwear and don't forget your coat."
Phil almost never wears a coat. Even when it is freezing outside, he will still only wear his school sweater-vest or blazer.
We ran to the front door, pulled on our shoes and were about to leave when I stopped and said, "Wait here! I'm going to go grab a jacket out of my room."
However Phil didn't stay and I didn't realize he'd followed me to my room until it was too late.
I'd flung open my bedroom door, then my closet door and had just come out of my closet when I saw Phil standing in the middle of my room looking up at the ceiling.
Time came to a complete stop. It was as if someone had been watching the movie of my life and pressed the pause button at that very instant. With one foot still inside the closet, my gray windbreaker jacket midway through the air as I had been flinging it over one shoulder, I saw Phil standing there. His mouth was agape with surprise, and his eyes wide with unbelieving wonder. Was there a gleam in his eye? Or was that just my imagination?
Suddenly time began to move again but only for Phil. I was still completely frozen in time, unable to move, to blink, and to even breathe.
I watched as Phil's eyes tracked across my bedroom ceiling covered in posters. Then his eyes came to my favorite poster of all. It hung on the wall above my bed. The corners of his mouth curled up making him seem like some sort of evil maniac.
There it was... my secret was out. Phil now knew what I feared anyone learning about me. I had no doubt that by lunchtime Monday, the entire school would know and my life would be ruined.
TO BE CONTINUED...
If you are enjoying LEVI then please let me know. You can email me at m12@thedoghousemail.com
I cannot thank Paul S. Stevens enough for his help with edit this chapter. As well as offering his wisdom. 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 III coming soon!