Connor

Connor Pt 3

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The door to the locker room opened and three guys walked in. I was down to my briefs when I saw all three turn the corner to my row of lockers. It was Brent the quarterback of the football team and two of his friends. I did not really pay them any attention but I should have.

"Hey, it's the new kid" Brent said which finally got my attention. They must have only been a few feet away from me now.

You know that gut feeling that most of the time we ignore, this time I was listening to it full force. It told me to run. I was just in my briefs and started dashing down the other end of the row. Unlucky for me was that it led right into the showers. I had no traction when I stepped into the showers. It was still wet from everyone that took a shower after gym class. I took a dive and slid right into the far wall of the shower.

"Ouch," I said as I slammed into the wall.

Within moments all three of them were right above me. By now you must been thinking why did I take off running? When Brent called to me, I was thinking about Logan and what he wanted to tell me. My mind went off to last night of him and his perfect ass and cock. My briefs started to tent up and I was standing there with a hard on. It looked bad for me.

My cock did not go down after I was running away, it just got harder. Now that all three of them were around me, Brent spoke, "Look at this, guys."

He lifted me up and now I was back on my feet. "We got ourselves a little faggot that still wears briefs. Ha ha ha," he pointed and laughed. His friends joined in on the laughing.

I tried to cover up but it did not work. One of the guys grabbed my hands and held them behind my back. I tried to get away but they were strong. The other guy had one of my socks in his hand. I knew what was next. He stuffed it into my mouth so I would not scream and that no one would hear me if I did. The one that stuffed my mouth left and played as watch dog. I could see him out of my now teary eyes.

I just stopped trying to fight these two off of me. I felt Brent reach down and rip my briefs off. My now hard cock for the word to see, hanging in the wind. "He is enjoying this, see I told you he was a faggot," he said and then grabbed my face. He held it in place and looked me deep in the eyes. He then spat on me and let go.

Then his fist made contact with my stomach. I heaved and fell forward. I was about to fall over when I was pulled back up by the one holding my hands. Another punch and then another to my midsection. I crouched each time I was punched. Then he pulled back and hit me square in the face. I spit some blood in his direction but I did not see if hit him or anything near him.

"Hurry up guys, I think I hear someone coming," The other guy down the row yelled at them.

"Yeah, let that little faggot have it. Show him we do not want him here," the one behind me said.

"That's right we do not want your kind here," Brent said to me. He signaled for the person behind me to let me go. I felt my hands being let go of and I fell on my hands and knees. Just as I landed I felt his size ten boot kick me in the stomach. It sent me sliding across the shower floor a foot or two. Then he walked up to me and kicked me again. This time I had enough strength to grab hold of his foot but it still did not stop him.

The foot I was holding blocked them from kicking my stomach but the next one was right square in the middle of my ribs. I let go of his foot and was grasping for air. I was grabbing at my chest but I felt my world start to go black. I kept telling myself, hang in there your stronger than them. I heard the one in the row yell, "Someone's coming we got to get out of here."

Brent kicked me one last time and then I saw him start running out the door. The other two followed and I was just laying there waiting for the next person to come find me in this unwanted, disregarded state. I heard footsteps and then a voice, "Connor."

I tried talking but it was more a gasp for air again. I looked over to where he would be coming out from. Soon I saw his feet enter the shower room. He then came running over to where I was lying.

"Connor, talk to me. Are you ok?" he was yelling at me.

Again I tried to talk but nothing came out. I tried to smile to show some sign that I was ok but it did not work.

"Hold on," he quickly ran to his locker and grabbed some clothes to cover me up. He came up and pulled my briefs off my body and then replaced them with a spare pair of his boxers he keept in his locker. If I was not in much pain, I would have boned up right then and there.

"Hi," I managed to say and I was still breathing in short gasps.

"What the fuck happened? Who did this to you?" he asked. He took a deep breath to calm himself down. "Why did they do this?"

I was able to put my finger up to signal I needed a moment. He sat down next to me and helped me sit up against the wall. My breathing started to get back to normal. "Some people just were picking on the new kid in town," I finally said to him "Ouch."

"Are you ok?" he asked and he seemed to calm down as well. "Why did they tear your briefs off?"

"I will be fine; I have been through this before back in Texas. Back there it was worst, I should be glad they did not do what they did to me back there," I told him but ignored the question about my briefs being ripped.

"I am glad to hear you are doing ok. Did you see who did this to you, we can report them to the principal and have them do something about it," he said and that is when I felt something on my hand. I do not know if he placed it there or it just fell but it made me smile. "I need to tell you something but I think that can wait. Let's clean you up and you can keep those boxers, I got plenty." He smiled at me and got off the ground. He put his hand out to lift me up from where I was sitting.

I took his hand once more and we slowly walked to my locker. He noticed some of my clothes on the ground and I think he was putting two and two together. I feared that it would not be long before he figured out what really happened and why. I was still not ready to tell anyone but I was more afraid of losing him. I did something that I knew I would regret. I just pinned him against the locker and with the last ounce of strength, I kissed him on the lips.

It only lasted a couple of seconds but I was in heaven. All my pain went away and I was in the moment that I wanted it to be. He pushed me off but it was not hard enough to send me flying into the other locker. I took a sit on the bench in the middle of the row. I put my head in my hands because everything started to spin. I did not know what I had done, maybe it was to get away from the pain or I could not hold it back any more.

I started to cry then felt a hand on my back. "I do not know what to say right now," he said to me.

"I...I...just cannot hide it anymore," I blurted out.

?"What can you not hide anymore?" he asked me.

"I'm..." I was about to say when we heard the doors to the locker room open up again. We heard some wheels rolling slowly past the first row. We quickly grabbed our stuff and we left through the back entrance. We walked in silence about halfway down to our house when he asked me, "Are you gay?"

I could not answer him. I fell back into the shy old self, that I wanted to leave behind in Texas. He grabbed my hand and we went into one of the small empty lots that were hidden from the view of the street we were walking down. He lifted my chin up from the ground that I was looking down upon. It was the first time I looked at him since he found me naked in the showers.

"I need to tell you something, it was not really what I wanted to tell you earlier but I think I am falling for you," he told me. "Ever since I jumped the fence and lost my swimsuit and saw your eyes over the barrier that was now my fears. I knew that you were going to be someone special in my life. I did not know how you felt but I think I do now. It is ok if you want to leave and never speak to me again."

It took me a minute to register what he just told me. The boy that I fell in love with that same day just confessed to me that he had fallen for me. I needed to get the courage to tell him the same. "I'm falling in love with you as well. I wanted to tell you so bad but it just came out with a kiss. Sorry for just springing that on you but I just could not do it any other way."

"I take it you're not out to anyone," he said to me.

"Right and even though I was just beat up because the quarterback thought I was weird for wearing briefs he started calling me a faggot," I said and started to cry. Logan quickly grabbed into a hug and I was now crying on his shoulder.

"It's going to be ok," he whispered into my ear. How about we go grab something to eat and talk about this? It is really new to me as well."

I wipe away my tears and just shook my head. He noticed that my legs were shaking. Logan knew what needed to happen and quickly bent down. I knew what he wanted to do, so I just climbed on. He lifted me up and we made a dash to his house. Along the way I just kissed his neck. It sent a shiver down his spine. Right before we go to his house, he put me down and looked at me, "I just wanted to let you know you're the most beautiful person I have ever seen. Also I am not out to anyone so we can just keep this to ourselves till we are ready to come out to everyone. That does not make it any less real or change how I feel about you."

Just before we turned the block corner, he kissed me deeply and passionately. I kissed him back it felt like the world had stopped for the second time today. We walked down the block and he looked into his driveway. "Awesome, my mom is home," he said.

I looked at him funny. "Why do we need to talk to you mom?" I said to him.

"My mom is a nurse and she can give you the once over before you go home. Also make sure nothing is broken or needs to be treated. Plus it looks like your dad is not home to take care of you at the moment," he told me.

"That makes sense, plus it gets me a chance to talk to your mom," I said with sneaky grin on my face.

"Wait, what?" he said with the confused look on his face. "Oh you think she is going to tell you some embarrassing stories. Well I don't have any."

"Something tells me differently," I said as we went walking towards his front door.

He opened the door and yelled, "Mom, are you home?"

"Yes, I am in the kitchen," she yelled back. We walked into the kitchen. "How can I..." She stopped midsentence when she say my face. It must have been pretty bruised up since Brent hit me in the face. She came over and quickly started examine me. "Honey, go get some washcloths and an ice pack from the bathroom and the fridge."

Logan took off and his mom asked, "Do you want to go into the bedroom so we can look at some of the other bruises?" Before I could say anything, she took my hand and walked me down the hallway into the bathroom to wash off any blood that might be on me. "Please take off your shirt."

I did as I was instructed and then Logan came running in. I became a little shy some of my blood dried up and it was like war paint across my body. I was black and blue all over. One spot on my chest and a few places on my abdomens, she took the washcloth and started wiping down my body. "Logan can you give us some privacy, I want to make sure there is nothing else wrong," she told her son.

Logan left the bathroom and closed the door. "Now that he is gone, can you please take off your pants?" she asked me.

I unbutton my pants and let them hit the floor. I forgot that I was wearing a pair of boxers from her son's collection. I hoped she would not notice who these boxers belonged too. Yet then again I was wearing Logan's boxers which got me aroused. She looked up at me and smiled. "Well at least we know that still works."

I turned a couple shades of red but we both laughed. She finished up her examination of me and my injuries. "I think you will do just fine and recover in a couple of days. Here put this ice pack on your face and go lay down in Logan's bed. Would you like to stay for dinner?" she offered.

"Sure, if that is ok with you guys, my dad is working late tonight," I told her.

"Ok, get dressed and put this ice pack on. I will send Logan in a sec to show you his room and a place to rest," she told me. She left the room and I got dressed. I was sitting on the toilet when there was a knock on the door.

"Can I come in?" Logan asked quietly.

"Sure, I am all dressed," I said back with a smile.

"Let me escort you to my room," he said in a fake British accent.

"Why sure," I said back and followed him across the hallway. He opened his door to your average teenager's bedroom. He had a couple of music band posters on his wall, a TV in the corner and computer in the other. Right underneath the window was his queen sized bed. I looked down and say a couple of photos on the bed; I picked one up and notice it was of me.

"Oh yeah, I like photography and I was taking some shots of you. Hope you do not mind," he told me and cleaned the rest of them off his bed.

I smiled and felt flattered. "No I do not mind at all. I think you work is pretty good," I told him then lay down in his bed. It felt like I belonged there.

He stood above the bed and looked down. He smiled and lay down next to me. I leaned over and placed a kiss on his lips. He kissed me back this time. My hands started roaming around his back and up his shirt. His hands followed suit and soon we melted into each other's arms.

We broke the kiss to come up for air and we just smiled and looked into each other's eyes. I was happy for the first time in a long time. I knew he was too because his member was poking me in my upper thigh. It was trying to escape from the confines of his boxers and gym shorts which I just noticed he changed into. I wanted so bad to reach down and start working on his tool but I knew his mom was in the other room and if she caught us, I did not know what might happen.

I did the next best thing, just cuddle with him. Must of fell asleep because I felt him shaking my shoulder. "Connor, Connor, wake up," he said softly.

"Huh, what's going?" I asked while looking around.

"It is nighttime, you slept through dinner and it is almost eleven at night. I would love for you to sleep in my bed but I think you going home is the best for now," he told me. I slowly go up and before I left I heard him say to his mom, "I am going to walk Connor home to make sure he gets there."

"Ok sweetie, just come home right after." she said back to him.

We walked out his front door and the quick minute over to my house. My dad's car was still not in the driveway. I hope everything is alright. "Here you go my prince," Logan said to me. He did a quick look around and kissed me for a good ten seconds. I was in heaven as I watched him walk back to his house. I unlocked the door and went inside.

I crashed out and woke up the next morning. I walked by my dad's room and he was in there passed out. He must have come in late. I walked in a pulled the blanket over him and took my time getting ready for school. I really did not want to go but I knew I had too. Just as I was about to open the door to leave there was a knock on the door.

I opened the door and my knight in shining armor was standing there. He was in a pair of boarder shorts and a tank top. I was in a pair of shorts and a really graphic tee. He smiled at me and I knew we had something special but I did not know how long this bliss would last. Also when someone might find out about us and use it towards their advantage but I really did not care about that right now.

"Your chariot awaits," he said and bowed down. His car was parked on the street and he went running to open the door for me. I smiled at his chivalry and got in his car. We got to school and went to our first class. The school day went on and I heard some rumors flying about me and how I got my bruises. I did not let them get to me because that is all they were.

About lunch time, I finally saw my attacker, Brent. He did not take his eyes off me during the whole lunch period. He was with his football jock friends and I was eating with my secret boyfriend and his friends. I started to get worried that he might attack me again and Logan picked up on my vibe. Logan looked over and it just hit him like a ton of bricks. Logan's mind put two and two together. Brent was the one that hit his lover.

I looked over at Logan and then just walked off. Logan followed but did not get a chance to say anything to me since the bell rang. My heart sank a little but I knew I needed to be strong. I went to the last two classes and at gym Logan wanted to talk in private but Tyler was hanging around us the entire class. We changed and I was in my own little world when Logan grabbed my shoulder.

"Hey, are you ok?" Logan asked as we walked to his car.

"Sure, why do you ask?" I said back trying to put on my best smile which failed. We got to his car and he opened the door for me. He got in on the other side.

"It was Brent and his lackey's wasn't it?" he said to me as we pulled out of the parking lot.

?I did not even need to answer; my eyes gave me away before any words could. I was crying in my seat just reliving what they did to me. Logan stopped the car and quickly grabbed me into a tight hug. His shoulder was now my pillow and my eyes would not stop leaking. I could hear him whisper, "Everything is going to be alright, we can take care of Brent and his lackeys later."

I looked up through my bloodshot eyes from the tears, "Really, you will defend me."

"Of course, I will always be there for you, even if this does not work out. That is my promise to you," he said to me.

I just hugged him and looked out the window. I noticed we were not at my house but at the local mall. I had a curious look on my face asking why we are here. Before I said anything, "We are here to update your wardrobe. I do think the cowboy look is super sexy but I noticed that you could use a little more city touch."

"Ok, is all I could muster out before we got out of his car. We walked into the mall and hit up a few stores. We hit Urban Outfitter; we already had a couple of outfits from some of the other stores but he said this is the place to get something special to wear underneath all those outfits.

"Sorry did not tell you about the chain of command. Usually people that wear briefs get picked on," Logan told me as ee walked straight to the rack with all this pairs of underwear; he quickly found the boxer briefs. He grab a few that I thought were hot but I could never see myself in. He then took hold of my hand and we went into the changing room.

"Hurry up, help me take off your clothes," he said as he was already down on his knees. His hands were pulling down my shorts and I was starting to tent up in my briefs. Before I could even say anything those were also around my ankles. I stepped out of them and he tossed them in the corner. He slowly pulled up a pair of American Flag boxer briefs. He did not pull them over my now rock hard cock. He was in a trance and realized how big I was down there.

I was at least eight and half inches last time I measured but that is another story. His mouth slowly inched towards the head that was now leaking pre-cum. We both knew what was going too happened next. I wish I could type that he started the fun but we got interrupted by a knock on the changing room door. It was one of the sales clerks. "Do you guys need any help?" the girl asked us.

?"Nope, we are just trying on some clothes real fast," Logan said and pulled the boxer briefs completely over my now deflating member. Whatever trance Logan and I were in vanished in a flash, he grabbed my shorts and pulled them up as well. We left my old briefs in the changing room just because we wanted to get out of the store. We opened the door and went straight to the cashier, paid for the four pairs of underwear.

We were done shopping and we took off towards home. I was happy that I got to spend the day with Logan and that I almost got a blowjob from him. I wanted to pick up where we left off but I think the moment had passed for our first time but I had a good feeling that it will not be long before it happens again. We finally got back to my house and both our parents were in the front yard talking. Just as we pulled up all three of them looked over at us, which was not a good sign.

Hey guys, just to let you know we have made a Email address for Connor and it is connor_demattei@hushmail.com

You can always hit me up at joshmisses@yahoo.com if you like as well. We will answer any questions you have or comments.

Thanks to all the fans out there,

Chase and Samuel