Date: Sat, 26 Feb 2000 16:26:37 PST From: Zachery o Subject: Pat and me/ (young friends) Same as always: Under 18 or no consent to read sex between minors, then you shouldn't be here. Just coverin' my hind end. Maybe you need to move or ask mom and dad... Yea right! No squad cars, school buses or Kaypro computers were dented in any way during the making of this chapter, but no comment on the underwear in the corner: we all do it so don't deny it! Theses stories are Copyright 1998-2OOO. No reproduction other than Nifty archives is permitted. This chapter is written on a Xerox 8/16 based CP/M-DOS box, it still works! Comments? Send them to macos75@hotmail.com flames don't matter in the /bin/trash. Pat and Me - Part 15: Changes This chapter is different from the others, it involves sex with my girl Steph and very little with Patrick. I feel the need to spill this one out, and without this chapter my story isn't complete. Read on if you wish or you can wait for part-16. I'm also cramming over nine months of time into this one, so you will have to read it to the end to get the full picture. Seven AM drew in and it was time to get our asses in gear for school. Homecoming was today and the big party and game was tonight, a major event at our school. We had one of the best football teams around and teachers that liked a party atmosphere. Well, most of them anyway. I rolled my ass out of bed and was followed by Patrick, who had shed most of his boyfat over the summer and was looking great now. Me? I still had some pudge left on me. Not much, just a little in my arms and chest. We did the height thing. Although we were full-grown, it was something of a habit we still maintained. I measured Pat first -- six feet even -- then stepped up to the doorframe: six feet half inch. We jumped on the scale and didn't care for the numbers, really. Grabbing a ruler we measured the other's dick. Pat in at five and three-quarters at the top to tip. Me at six even. Showered and clean and -- gave up in total frustration with our hair -- we set out for a long school day. "I do anything for my sweet-sixteen," Billy Idol sang out, as we cruised to school somewhere around seventy-five. "So Zach: you gonna hang out for the game tonight or you wanna go home and have some fun?" Pat broke the silence. "Don't know, man, you wanna hang out? Gus is playin' tonight. We gotta cheer him on." "Oh shit, that's right! We get to watch him pound some serious ass? Yea, lets hang out." We arrived at school and took our assigned parking spot, the one right in front of those worthless fuckhead Jaspers. Being the demon I am, I held the brakes gently and mashed the fuel to the floor in a strong and smoky brakestand, both wheels spinning from the Lincoln-Locker in back. Tires were free for me and what the hell, diesel cars don't burn 'em. Jaspers looked at me, thumbing their noses down from the comfort and insecurity of their dad's Jaguar XJ-16. What a coupla' pricks. We made it inside just before the warning bell rang, to grab our books and head to class. Whoever gave me advanced trig for a first hour class had no idea what it's like to do the numbers game while sleeping. "Ok. Who can extract the... " Mister Carter, what a dork! My eyes began to drift downward, in an attempt to grab a few moments of sleep, when Carter "invited" me to the board for a little problem solving. I looked at the formula and my angles, as I swiped the chalk from his hand and pounded the thing out in long form. Carter stood there with his mouth half hanging open. He looked like a total fool. "Well, Zachery, I must say... " I looked down at him. "Don't waste my time, Carter. You can do better than that!" I was a little pissed, to say the least. My classes after Carter blew by like a fart in the breeze. Lunch was somewhat different, with the rival football team coming into the commons, trying to start a fight. Three arrested by the school cop. It looked like we were going to pound their asses bad tonight. I finished up with my welding project just as the final bell rang, giving us freedom until the parades started. I headed home and changed. Pat stayed behind and helped coach the team. Well, he pumped them up, anyway. This homecoming for us was going to be different. Patrick and Jessica were planning tonight as an official date, as were Steph and me. I traded cars with mom and made it back to school, where I found Steph, and we messed around the school for a while, until the real event started. I was horny as hell and nothing I could really do about it, until we got home. My cock was like a clock: as the second hand made its way up, my dick also went to the top, and this was noticed by Steph. "Chill out, big-guy, and save it for later. Ya never know: I might need it." She gently kissed my lips. Halftime, and the score was looking great! Saints were leading the other dickwads by ten points. Gus was taking no prisoners, as he pummeled them to no end. I went inside to take a quick piss, when I was met by Jaspers and a couple of their buddies. Whoever called them friends were worth even less together. I put them out of mind, until one of the buds started trash talking. "So, 'Zachy,' is that your girlfriend out there? Hmmm? Or did you decide to bring the family pet to the game like a mascot?" I looked around and noticed I was a little outnumbered. "Fuck you, Scott! You don't even have a girl. Did little David put you up to this?" I was starting to sense a fight. "Fuck me? No man we can't do that, cuz I'm not gay, but I know you would just love to kiss my ass." "Shit, Scott, I wouldn't let him man he might give you AIDS." David opened his piehole. "Dudes, fuck off. Okay? I'm not gay. That's been proven. And second, no one's gonna stoop to your level, so just go away before your dad has to bail you out again." I quickly sized up the situation. David would go down in one hit. Scott would be a little harder, standing slightly taller, and the other would be a real hard one to can. I decided a fight wouldn't be such a good idea, but Scott had other plans, as I began to walk away. "Where ya going, fagboy? You're not leavin' 'till we tell you to." Scott grabbed my letter jacket. In a flash, I had buried my foot in David's crotch; at the same time, my fist in Scott's mouth. The other dude was all over me in a heartbeat, until I felt him getting peeled off by Patrick, who headlocked him from behind and grabbed his balls like a ViseGrip. David was bunched over on the floor as Scott threw another punch, just as I ducked down, making him graze the wall. I bumrushed him into the lockers and held his throat with my forearm. "Okay, fuckfaces! Tell ya what. I can prove to you I'm not gay. Got it? You, on the other hand, can't even prove you're smart enough to figure it out. We are going to forget this happened, now, and if it's brought up, I'm putting a price tag on your heads. Got it?" A meager nod from Scott. For the past few weeks, they had been taunting us and spreading lies. Well, maybe it's true Pat and me are gay. But they had no hard proof, so to them it was all rumors. I went back outside to find Steph, who was busy talking with some of the other girls about all that female stuff. I tried to put it out of mind, when I heard her little plan for me that was about to happen in a few minutes. "Oh, yea! I wanna do it tonight!" The others erupted in laughter. She didn't notice me, as I came up from behind and gently put my hands on her shoulders. "Oh, shit, Zachery! Ohhh, I'm gonna get you for this!!" She smiled her threat. "Is that so? How are you gonna get me back? Sounds like we got a common plan tonight." "Well, like DUHH! I mean, I only told you earlier." I smiled at her and offered my hand. She accepted and we went to the parking lot, after the game began, for a little romp in the back of mom's Cadillac. Skin on leather had a feeling of its own, and this time, I was going to get some skin on that backseat that has never been touched like that before. We stopped off at the gate that led around to the second parking lot. It was a dirt lot that was surrounded with trees. You had to look hard to find cars at night inside: a perfect cover for what we had in mind. As we got to the car, I looked around and saw my friend Terry's blazer off to the other corner. The CB antenna was moving about on its own. Hmmm... Looks like he's getting some for himself. We quietly got in the car and closed the door behind us. Wham! Non-stop kissing, hugging, as Steph was charged up for a good fuck. My cock was bursting out of my pants, as she ran her hand across the front, pulling the buttons, one by one. I could feel myself leaking at the end, as the song "Urges," by Thomas Dolby, played out inside my head: "Urges, urges, I get these urges I'm not supposed to talk about," as my cock met her warm entry. Slowly, I could feel my tip sliding inside the hot muffin. My balls were still confined to my pants, as we only opened up enough to make our connections. In and out, slowly, my cock slid inside her. Groans, from deep within her, filled my ear. Somehow sex, this time together, felt strange inside of me. No longer did I feel a connection inside: instead, it felt mechanical. Yea, it was sex, but somehow it didn't feel like the love was behind it. I put it out of mind as a teenage thing and continued to pump her tight hole. My mind had the picture of Patrick on the end of me, not Steph. As hard as I tried to change this in my head, the pictures I had become so used to kept coming back, as my cock flooded her between the legs with enough sperm to populate the planet. As I began to slow down, thinking the job was over, she demanded more and more. My cock stayed inflated and we continued to screw like monkeys, in the back seat of mom's car. No protection for me, and I assumed she had something inside, knowing she liked ta fuck on a moment's notice. I continued to pump my juices deep inside her, until they ran out on the seat, leaving a slight trail behind. I caught a glimpse of something moving off in the distance. A lighter-colored form moved about the trees and retreated back towards the light of the football field. Horns were blaring, as the band played the victory tune, and as my horn pumped the last of my sperm inside Steph. My dick began to deflate. "Was it good, sweetheart?" I asked, as I stole a kiss. "Oh, Zachery! That was great! But we got a prob: I didn't have my cap in." My heart sank. "Oh, shit no! Tell me you're kidding!" Fuck! This was all I needed: I'm a dead boy walking now. "Zachery? Please just drive me to my dad's house, please? I just need some time alone." I sensed she was telling me the truth and this was not a joke. We decided to go find the others and see if Pat was going to get a ride, or if he wanted to ride with us. Jessica was going to drive him home, and Steph went to the girls' room, while I waited outside. David Jasper looked at me with a look of despair. He leaned over to his little freshman friend -- and whispered in his ear -- who, in turn, smiled and made that fuck sign with his hands: the finger between his others shaped in a V... It was Jasper -- or his friend -- who was out by the car and spotted us. This will make for a good rumor on Monday! Steph returned, and we drove in silence to her dad's place. Once in the driveway, she planted a kiss on my cheek and went inside. I felt sick, inside, and needed to talk to mom now. "Mom? You got a minute?" I asked, outside her bedroom door. "Sure, Hon, come in." I went inside and fell apart. Mom hugged me, as I cried my eyes out. All these emotions came crashing down inside me, as the thought of getting Steph pregnant cascaded about my brain. "Oh, dear! Zachery, what has happened? Please tell me," mom pleaded. "Mom I did something bad, real bad. But it was good. Just turned bad." I went on, explaining everything. "Well, dear, only two things can happen: she can get her period and everything will be fine -- just hope you learned a lesson -- or she can take it on and become pregnant. Only time will tell." Weeks pass us by. Mom takes Steph's medical case at work. I get a call from the 'Dreaded Woman.' "Zachery! Just how do you expect me to believe this was all her fault? Tell me, son?!" I was getting drilled over the phone by Steph's mother. All hell was breaking loose, as she gave me the news: Steph was, indeed, pregnant with my baby and I was made out to be the bad guy. "Misses Ol... " Cut off again. "You raped her, didn't you?! You are a dirty little snod that should be castrated. Just wait 'till I get my hands on you... you little...!" "OK! Now you listen to me, damn it, and remember who has the pull around here! No, I didn't rape Steph! It was a mutual thing we agreed on that night. However, I didn't expect it to really happen! I will support the child, however. My mom has already told you abortion is NOT in the cards!" She tried to interrupt me. "No! You listen to me, now, and shut up!" I said. "I will keep my word, but if you keep threatening me, I will sue the hell out of you! Got it?" I'd made my stand and she was quiet. "My mom will be in touch with you in a few days." I slammed the phone down. Hell was about to break loose. Mom filled me in on all of the legal angles of this: what could happen to me, the baby, Steph -- and even her. We decided the best angle was to wait and see what happened. Months began to pass me by, as I lost myself in school and homework. The prospect of being a father at sixteen began to sink in, as it sapped my energy from me. Sex was out of the question for a while. The thought made me sick inside for some reason. I jerked off a few times, and made it with Patrick, yet this was only to release and keep the sheets clean. I also began to get close to Christopher, who was now forming his opinions on life. My baby brother was also teaching me how to be a dad in many ways. Reality was sinking in for me: I was going to be a dad and nothing I could do about it. In a way, I wanted a child. But not this soon. I wasn't quite ready, but now I didn't have a choice. June fourteen, 1987: The Final Day Steph's mom had kicked her out for good, and she had resigned herself to living with her alcoholic father at the trailer court, outside of town. However, last night she'd had to leave, because the pain was getting too intense. Mom was on vacation from the hospital, yet she invited Steph to stay at our house to watch her closely: something out of the norm for a doctor, yet mom's nature. Evening had set in, as I watched the lazy sun slip behind the horizon, leaving the crickets to sing about the night. I settled into my chair, by habit now, and began to work at my computer. Having been through a false labor, her pains had numbed me to the point of not noticing them. It wasn't that I didn't care -- and Steph and I were still getting along great -- just the false alarms were so numerous that I'd put them out of mind. "Oh, My GOOOODDDD! ZACHERY! COME, PLEASE! ZACHERY!!!" She screamed. I raced over to the bathroom, to find that Steph was going into labor. I yelled for mom, who was already at the door, and she was ready for action. "Should we get her to the hospital, mom?" "Not yet. She's still a ways off. I need you to help me, though." Mom started giving me instructions. Steph had actually gone into labor several hours before; yet, now, the real force was starting to come on. I got a place made in my room, where she could prop herself up and be somewhat comforted. The pains kept coming, as we started with the breathing exercises. It was after midnight, as the first signs came around. Patrick was home, now, and was helping us. "Mom, don't we need to get her to the hospital? I mean what if something happens?" I pleaded. "If we take her to the hospital now, you might never get to see your son. We have to do this here. I'm a doctor -- you know that -- and I can handle this without them around." Mom was frustrated. "Push, Steph! Push!" It was after three in the morning. "OHHHhhhh! mygod, AOOOOHHHH!" The pain made her wince. Tears streaked her face. I kissed her cheek. "Oh dear! Here it comes: Push, Steph, and keep breathing. PUSH!!!" A head began to appear. Mom pulled the little form out of Steph, right in my room. It was a little boy! I passed out and fell backwards on the floor. Pat woke me up moments later, and mom passed the little baby to me. Big and rather heavy, he cried from being outside his mother. As he found my arms, he began to settle down slightly, yet his arms still flailed about in protest. Steph looked me in the eye, with the look of despair. I leaned down to kiss her, and she pulled away. Something was wrong. I passed the infant to Steph, who held him without emotion, or even concern. She was upset about getting pregnant and she was really upset about having this baby. Mom began the ritual of cleaning things up, and the sun was starting to light up the sky outside my window. A slight blue covered the stars. "Steph? Have you thought of a name for him?" Mom asked. "It's not my baby. Zachery can name him." "What do you mean 'it's not your baby?' You're his mother. You just gave birth! How can you... " Steph cut mom off: "I'm sorry, but I didn't want the baby before, and I don't want him now! Just -- please -- I need a few minutes alone, Okay?" We all got up to leave, so she could have some time. Mom began to take his vitals, and just as I was starting to go back to my room, mom stopped me. "Zachery. Look at me. And please be honest: can you take care of him? I mean, can you be a father? I can help you out, but can you really be a father?" Mom was serious. Steph was showing the signs of rejection. "Mom, I can't promise to be perfect. But I can sure as hell try." I looked down. At my son. "Listen, I'm not asking you to be a perfect dad. We all make mistakes, but can you at least be a dad to him? Otherwise, I have to follow the law and start the adoption process." "No way, mom. He can't go for adoption. I will do my best." "Then you tell him that. And I will talk to Steph about it: if she doesn't want to be a mother... just remember she can take him away, unless she gives up her rights on paper." I looked down at my little boy. His eyes met mine and focused on me. Something inside said this was my only chance: I decided to take it and made my promise to him. "I promise you, I will never leave you. I promise to be your dad." I looked down at the birth certificate: the times, the information... and I noticed he had my last name, yet no first name. I took the pen and officially named him: Justin. Justin Brandon. Mom came back in, noticed the line was filled in, and smiled. "I knew you could do it." She hugged me. I went to my room, to find Steph was in my bed starting to recover. A thousand thoughts were going through my head... what if... Those thoughts. "I'm sorry, Zachery. I'm so sorry, but I'm not ready to be a mother. I just can't." She broke down in tears. I tried to hold her, but she pushed me away: something was seriously wrong. "I'm sorry, I can't love you anymore. We have to split up, Zach. I know you're gay, but I didn't want to accept it. We have a child out of wedlock and I'm forever condemned now... " She began to ramble on about her mother and all. A car pulled up outside of the house, and I heard fast footsteps on the entryway, coming to the door. Pat answered, and I heard the sounds of a crazy woman in the hall: her mother, come to kill me. "Where is my daughter?! Where is she? I demand to know RIGHT NOW!!" I went to see mom, who handed me my son and went down for damage control. Back inside my room, I could hear mom and the Wicked Bitch arguing. Steph broke down in tears, once again, as I tried to cover my newborn's ears from the poison that was spilling from that mouth. The hatred of that woman was filling the house, and she began to come up the stairs, mom yelling behind her. The door flew open and she went nuts. "Steph, I want you in the car NOW! Zachery, I want a word with you ALONE. And if I don't get that, I'm going to press rape charges against you, you dirty little... " "Okay, shut the hell up, Bitch! Don't come into my house spewing that trash from your lips! Mom! Take Justin, while I have a word with her. And get ready to call the cops." "How DARE you talk to me like that, young man! How dare you?!" Mom left the room and I closed the door. "Okay. Now you're on MY turf. And you're going to do exactly as I say, or I will be pressing a lot more than rape charges on your daughter! Charges like threatened assault, entry without permission. Oh yeah, I know the laws. AND I know the cops. We're gonna make a level playing field, now. And forget the church stuff around here: it won't work. Now sit your ass down and shut your mouth!" Her face twisted, knowing I had control, yet she still poured out the insults. "Do you talk to your mother like this young man? You will be judged... " I cut her off. "I'm going to lay it on you straight, here and now. Take it any way you like. What happened that night last fall has come full circle: Steph gave birth to my son, so get that part right. Second: she doesn't want the son and I do. So put that feather in your hat. Third: don't you ever come into my house like this -- ever again -- or I will have a restraining order against you. Got it?" I laid down the law, as best my seventeen-year-old mind could do. Not only was I doing my school homework, I was also doing my homework in parental rights, and I knew that I could get her out of the picture for good, if she didn't want to be the rightful mother. Mom came into my room and informed the Wicked One that Steph was to be checked into the hospital. However, she was going to assume responsibility for Justin and keep him away from the claws of the social services vultures. Steph's mom took this as an invitation to get away from me, and took her to the hospital. In the two-hour conversation, I had gotten it into her mind that I wanted to be the father and that I wasn't looking for anything from her or Steph, if she didn't want to be the legal mother. I was exhausted and started to black out from having been awake for almost thirty hours. As I began to sink into my bed, mom came in with my new son. The reality of his birth had not set in yet, as she placed him in my arms with a proud smile. She sat next to us, stroking her fingers through my hair. Not a word was said, yet I knew what she was saying to me. I looked down at Justin, whose eyes looked back and then closed for some sleep. A wave of relief came across me, as I shivered slightly. Mom left us and I was soon out like a light, my newborn son in my arms. This child was my making and something kicked in deep inside me: Protect him, Love him and Be There for him. You are his Dad. Don't let him down. I pushed the power button in my head and was out like a light. I woke to find my son sleeping on my chest, where it was warm, the covers just below his head. It was late afternoon, as mom was still sitting in the chair next to us and spoke up. "Steph's mother has taken the authority and signed away her parental rights. To you. However, this has to be approved by the court. I'm going to make sure it's approved, so I hope you're really ready to be his father, Zachery." "Mom: there is no one who is going to take him away from me without a bloody fight. No one!" "Good. We will meet with the county next week and get this settled. She is very upset and isn't talking much, but she is sure she doesn't want to be the mother." Mom filled me in on the legal stuff: seems she went to the hospital to pull some strings. Little Christopher had also clawed his way into my bed and sat next to me, looking at the tiny form that was a little younger than he was. A slight smile covered his face, as the prospect of a new playmate crossed his young but strong mind. I got up on instinct, and began the task of preparing some food for my son, yet I had no idea what to really feed him. Mom sent Pat on a shopping spree and down in the kitchen was enough natural baby formula to last a long time. Closing This Chapter Last night, I grew up inside yet I was still a kid myself. June 15, 1987 was the birthday of my son, who I still have today, twelve years later. His smiles have brought me joys that cannot be put into words. His love has touched my heart in ways I can never explain. And his soul can never be matched. Justin Brandon, you are my life and I love you with all my heart. -Daddy Chapter-16 in the works, Pat and me are back in the saddle and stronger than ever, little Christopher is teaching his new nephew the tricks of dinnertime and life for us is great! Thanks to Soaringtoad and his wisdom of mind, without his help and encouragement chapter-14 would still be scribbles on paper, Hats off Derak for a good tossle!