Davids Story

Authors note:

This is my first attempt at writing a story like this, so please keep that in mind while reading the pages to follow. My grammar is poor by most standards, and i really don't care either. I'm not writing this to impress you with my grammar and syntax. I am writing this however to give you a window into my life and the people I have shared my life with.

Now the legal stuff:

1. you are supposed to be 18 to read this.

2. if it is illegal where you are too read this type of story, it is entirely your responsibility to stop right now.

3. This story is not all gratuitus sex but there is sex involving consenting males under the age of 18. Mainly because this story involves the details of my life and I have had my share of sex when I was a teen.

4. If this type of reading material offends you, do not continue! That being said i hav no way of knowing who will read this so enjoy if you will at your own risk

5. Of course this is my story and My intelectual property, but feel free to read copy and distribute it as long as you keep the disclaimer and give credit where and when it is due.

David's Story

By

b-boy1

Chapter 9

We stumbled out of bed around three. Brad and I took our usual shower together. We left Aaron some hot water thiis time. I went down to make us a lunch before they went home. I made a salad with grilled chicken. Brad and Aaron came down and ate. It was all pretty casual. We were still tired, so the conversation was slow at best. After lunch, Aaron's dad called. He had to go home. Brad stayed for a while to help me clean up. Brad wanted to check out his new computers. I said. "I've got some really cool games. We can load them later on."

Brad said "I'm going to need some help hooking up the computer the rents gave me. You're better at that stuff than I am."

I said, "I've got some homework to finish up. I need to have it ready before monday, and I don't want to work on it tomorrow. I'll come over after I finish it."

Brad said, "The rents want to do the dinner thing anyway. I'll call you when we get back." Brad kissed me.

I said "I still have to give you your private gift." I smiled and winked at him. We kissed again, and he left.

I went up to my room and got to work on my assignment. I had to write an essay for english class. I also had to get through 3 chapters of history. I got through my history, hoping to get some kind of inspiration for my essay. I amnaged to get it done. I wrote an essay about poverty in america. It was intended to be a social comentary. It turned into a rant about materialistic idealism, and how it affects social progress. I was probably going to get some crap for it, but the assignment was to write about a social issue, I pointed out a few good examples in everyday life. I wrote five pages. That should be more than acceptable. I printed it out and put it in a folder with a floppy. I put all my books away and went down to watch some tv.

Brad called me around 6:30. I went over to help him hook his computer up. It was harder than I thought. Brad wanted to network his pc into the system. That took a while to do. I finally finished up at 10:00. It took so long because Brad kept rubbing my crotch through my pants. I'd get distracted and have to do something over. We would stop to kiss, and lose track of time.

When I finished, I took Brad in my arms and kissed him passionately. We made our way over to his bed and laid down. We made out for the better part of an hour. We were just having fun kissing and holding each other. I'm sure we would have done more, but the lack of sleep the night before, made us too tired to do anything but make out. Brad fell asleep in my arms that night. I stayed up for a while watching him. He always looked peaceful when he slept. I drifted off soon after.

I had another dream that night. I was walking down a street. I didn't recognise it. It was downtown somewhere. I could hear someone walking behind me. I would turn to look, but nobody was there. I kept walking, and the footsteps started again. I continued walking, thinking I would find a store or something to go into. Everything was closed, and the streets were deserted. I walked quicker trying to get away from whoever was following me. I looked ove rmy shoulder to see a shadow of a figure gaining on me. I tried to pick up my pace, as the person kept following me. I knew I was capable of defending myself, but I was terrified. I started to run. I would look over my shoulder as the shadowy figure chased after me. There was no body to it. It was a dark shadow chasing me. I ran as fast as I could trying to get away. I turned down a street, and found it to be a dead end. The shadow walked toward me as I backed down the street. I kept looking around trying to find a way out. I felt my back touch the brick wall at the end of the street. I tried to call out, but no sound came out. I tried again with the same result. The shadowy figure produced a knife, and waved it in front of me. I tried to run past the figure, but it was too quick for me. It came up to me quickly and grabbed me. I pulled away just in time to see the knife comming toward my chest.

"Aggggh" I woke up screaming. I was sweating and it felt like my heart was going to jump out of my chest. I was breathing heavy, and had trouble catching my breath. Brad was awake like a shot and next to me. He was trying to say something. There was concern in his eyes. I finall came back to my senses enough to hear him He said, "Dave.. David.. are you ok babe?......Talk to me" Brad's dad burst through the door to find us sitting on the bed. He came over to me and tried to find out what happened. I just sat there. Finally foud my voice "I-I'm s-s-sorry. It hasn't happened s-since th-th-the m-mu-mugging" I burried my head in my hands and cried. My dad was the only other person who knew about the hightmares. I heard brad tell his father to go back to bed. The door closed, and Brad held me while I cried. I finally managed to stop after a few minutes. I was so embarassed. I didn't want anybody to know. Brad ran his fingers through my hair and told me it was ok. He said "Why didn't you tell me this was happening?"

I said, "It's not exactly the kind of thing I wanted anybody to know. The fact that you have dreams that wake you up screaming doesn't exactly make for pleasant conversation."

Brad said, "You scared the hell out of me. Ididn't know what was going on." I got up and said "I think I should go home. I don't want you to see me like this. You probably think I'm a freak already."

Brad grabbed my arm and said "You're not going home tonight. You're going to stay here till I know you're ok. Besides, what would you do at home, other than stay up all night? And another thing, if you EVER call your self a freak again, I'll kick your ass."

I said " I would have probably made myself a mikshake and sat out by the pool. That's what I do when I can't sleep."

Brad said "Well then, lets go. I'll leave a note for the rents. I'll tell them we were up, and decided to be conciderate."

I didn't want to keep him up, but it was nice to have someone to talk to. We got over to my house and I made some shakes. Brad went out and turned on the pool lights. I joined him a few minutes later. We sat together near the pool. Bra put his arm around me and kissed me. I relaxed a little more, and leand in to kiss him back. We wound up making love right there next to the pool. I didn't think I'd be up to it, but who could resist one of Brad's breathtaking kisses. Our passion was slow and gentle. We found parts of our bodies that we never knew could feel so good. Brad ran his tongue down my chest and sucked on my nipples. He traced the lines of my six-pack, and licked my navel. I arched my back as he too my hard cock in his mouth. I moaned loudly as he burried his nose in my pubic hair. Brad would come back off of me till just the head was in his mouth, before plunging back down. I felt him masaging my hole. Brad slipped a finger in and slowly worked it around my tight ass. It was soon replaced by a second. Brad kept sucking me while he slowly finger fucked me. Brad looked up at me and said "Can I?" I pulled him up to kiss me and wrapped my legs around his waist. Brad was so gentle as the head of his dick pushed against the entrance. We kept kissing as the head entered me. It felt a little painful at first. Brad is really thick at the head. I relaxed and let him enter me. Brad kept a slow rythm as he made love to me. It seemed like hours. I never wanted it to end. I felt warm all over. Brad would leaned down and kissed em hard. I felt his body stiffen up, and he shot his load deep inside of me. I could feel his dick as it pulsed with each shot. We kissed until his soft dick slid out of me. Brad laid on top of me as I hugged him. I said, "I never knew how good that could feel. I have wanted to do that for the longest time." Brad kissed me again and moved back down to my dick. He sucked me again, and came up to straddle my hips.

He said "My turn." He smiled and pointed my dick at his waiting hole. I masaged his chest and abs as he lowered himself onto me. He was so tight. I watched as he got my head in. There was a brief look of pain. He relaxed and replaced it witha look of absolute pleasure. Brad continued to lower himself down until I was firmly planted in him. I stroked him as he rode me. I tried to hold off as his ass gripped my dick. Brad was hard as a rock. I leaned in and took the head of his dick in my mouth as he rode me. It felt so fucking good. Brad tensed up and said "Oh god, I'm cumming." He shot into my mouth, and I kept it in my mouth to savor it. He sent me over the edge and I grabbed his hips and made a lung to burry my tool inside of him. I kissed him as my balls emptied into him. We shared his cum as we kissed. Brad colapsed on top of me after I stopped cumming. We laid there spent, trying to catch our breath. We kissed gently as we laid there.

The sun was just starting to come up. We drifted off on each others arms. I woke up a little while later to hear a car in the driveway. I thought "Oh shit. This is the maid's day to be here." I woke Brad up and we just finished dressing as she walked in the door. We were giggling like madmen when we saw her. I went into the kitchen to make some coffee. Brad wasn't too far behind me. I got him hooked on coffee. He never drank it before I met him. We had a fruit salad, and pastries for breakfast. I started to clean up the dishes, and Angie, the maid came up and took them out of my hands. She said, "That's my job. Now go have fun. I have to steam clean the carpets today." I smiled and mumbled soething like 'sucks to be you', and walked out the door.

We walked over to Aaron's house to see what he was up to. His mom said he went to the store with his dad. With that plan sot, we went over to Brad's house. Brad and I played doom for an hour, then took a break. We went into the kitchen to get a drink. Brad and I went back to his room and played some more. We stole quick kisses when we knew his mom wasn't around. The phone rang, and Brad's mon answered it before he could get downstairs.

Mrs. Fisher obviously upset by whoever was on the other end. We walked down to see what was happening..... "What?" "Karen, calm down..." "Where are you?" "Is Aaron ok?"

Brad and I looked at each other. Brad looked really worried. "I'll get the boys. We'll be ther in 20 minutes." "Karen, don't be silly You're in no condition to drive. We'll pick you up." "OK" "Bye"

Mrs. fisher sat down at the kitchen table. She had tears streaming down her face. She looked up at us and said "You had better sit down boys."

Brad said "What's wrong mom? Why are you crying? Is Aaron hurt?" Brad went to his mother's side, and hugged her.

Mrs. fisher said, "Mr. Welsh and Aaron were attacked this morning. Mr. Welsh was seriously hurt, and Aaron saw it all happen. Mrs. Welsh is at the hospital with them now. Aaron is pretty shaken up, but he's not hurt."

I gasped in horror with the news. Mr. fisher was a really nice guy. I don't know why anybody would ever want to hurt him. We sat ther for a few minutes trying to absorb the news. Brad was pale, and his hands were shaking. We got up and went out to the car. I think we broke the spped limit more than once trying to get there. We finally got there and parked. The three of us ran in to the emergency department. I spotted Mrs. Welsh standing just inside the emergency department. I called out to her, and she came running out. Mrs. fisher hugged her as she sobbed onto her shoulder. The nursed ushered us back to a waiting room where Aaron was sitting. Aaron was covered in blood. He had a blank look on his face. He didn't even notice us there. Brad went to his side. I went and looked for a nurse. I found one at the station. I walked up and said "Nurse, Can you help me out for a minute?"

She said "What can I do for you young man?"

I said, "I'm here with the Welsh family. Aaron is sitting there with a blood soaked shirt. Do you think we can find him a clean scrub shirt?"

She said "We really don't do that kind of thing. I don't think I can help you." I was about to light into her, when a doctor walked up amd put a hand on my shoulder.

He gave the nurse a scornful look and motioned for me to follow him. He said "Your friend hasn't spoken since he came in. We tried to clean him up, but he wouldn't move." The doctor took me to a room with all kinds of linens. He have me a set of scrubs for Aaron to put on. He told me to try to get him to change. He said it wasn't too healty to stay in those clothes, mentally or physically.The doctor showed me a place where he could clean up. It was a room the doctors used to change. I thanked jim and went back to where everybody was. I spoke to Mrs. Welsh Beiefly. She was a wreck. I don't think she was capable of rational thought at the time. Brad said, "It was an old client of Mr. Welsh. I guess the guy went nuts and shot him. Aaron saw it all. He was in the passenger seat when the guy started shooting."

"Dear god..." was all I could manage to say.

Brad said "They took him up to surgery, They're not sure if he's gonna make it. Aaron won't speak. He just stares off into space. It's like he can't hear me. I'm really worried about him babe." Brad started to cry.

I said "Not now Brad. The Welsh's need to have somebody holding it together. Aaron is in shock. This is a common reaction for someone who has seen something like that. He will start to come a round when the events start to sink in. I got a change of clothed for Aaron. You need to help me get him changed."

I looked over to Mrs, Fisher and said, "We're going to go clean Aaron up. It's not heathy for him to be wearing those clothes. He's soaked in blood. I have a clean set of scubs, and a doctor told me to use their lounge. There is a shower in there if he needs it."

Mrs. fisher said, "Thank you David. I was about to ask someone the same thing. Will you boys be able to handle him ok?"

I said "I'm kinda numb right now. I'll deal with it later. Right now, my friend needs us. We'll take care of Aaron if you take care of Mrs. Welsh."

She nodded, and I went over to kneel by Aaron.

"Aaron....Aaron.." I turned his head to look at me. "Aaron buddy, we have to get you cleaned up. Come with us so we can get you cleaned up."

I took his hand and pulled him to stand. Aaron resisted at first, then stood. I put my arm arond him to support him if he fainted. I walked him down the hall toward the doctor's lounge. Aaron's movements were heavy, and labored. It was like he was just a body. There was no emotion, just a boy who wasn't there. It kind of scared me. Aaron always had a bounce in his step, and his eyes sparked with the wonder of a litte boy. The person I was leading down the hall was like a lifeless shell. I walked Aaron into the lounge, and sat him down near the bathroom. I told brad to lock the door, since it was obviously intnded for one doctor at a time to be there.

Brad said "He's going to need a shower. How do you want to do this? I looks like he's not going to do it himself."

I said "I guess I could strip down to my boxers, and get in with him. I'd feel kinda wierd about it, but I don't see any other way. Unless, you want to do it."

Brad said, "You already have a lot on you too, so you might as well do it."

I looked at myself, and I noticed that my shirt was stained with blood from holding him. We managed to get Aaron undressed. I stripped down to my boxers, and turned on the shower in the bathroom. I took Aaron into the shower and washed the Blood off of him. I wanted to throw up. The smell of it was horrible. It was all over him. He must have held his father while he waited for the ambulance. I started soaping him up. Normally, this might have been a turn on, but I was strictly business. I washed off myself, ang we got out. Brad dried Aaron while I dried off and dressed. I had to go without boxers, because mine were wet. I took Aarons things out of his pockets and put his clothes into a red 'biohazzard' bag. I put the stuff from his pockets in a hospital bag, and washed my hands. We dressed Aaron, and sat him down. He was easier to dress, except for his shoes. It reminded me of putting shoes on a little kid. I recombed his hair, and tied his shoes. I grabbed another scrub shirt to put on, becaus mine was stained.

There was a knock at the door, and Brad went to open it. It was the doctor who I talked with.

He said, "I see you got him cleaned up. Has he said anything?"

I said "I had to get in with him and clean him up. I think he is still in shock. He's not as stiff as before, but Still no emotion or speech."

He said, "What did you do with the clothes?"

I said, "I put them in a biohazzard bag and sealed it. We learned about blood born pathogens in eigth grade health class."

He said, "You seem to know what to do for a shock victim. Did you take first aid?"

I said, "I took a first aid couse when I was certified to be a lifeguard. My dad is also on the emergency response team at work. I picked up a couple thing from him. Right now, I'm just doing what any friend would do. I'm sure he really didn't like the sight of those clothes on him."

He said, "I just wanted to check on you guys. There is a doctor going off duty soon. I'm sure he's going to want to use the room.

I said, "Thank's doc. We'll get him back to his mom. Oh, I had to take a shirt, Mine got a little messed up when I brought him down here. I held up the shirt to show him.

He waved it off saying "I don't mind, I have about fifty in my dresser at home. We throw away hundreds of those every week. If you want, I can get rid of those clothes for you. The blood stains will never come out, and he doesn't need a reminder." I put my shirt in the bag, and gave it to him.

He said "There will be someone from psych comming down to talk to him. It's going to be rough for him. He's going to need his family, and some good friends at his side for a while. Right now, you guys are doing all that anybody can do for him. I'm an ER doctor, I take care of them when they come in all banged up. When the wounds are emotional, I let the guys upstairs handle it." He shook our hands and walked out.

Brad and I walked Aaron back to the waiting area. Mrs. welsh noticed that we cleaned Aaron up. She went over and hugged him to her. There was still no response from him. She looked up at us.

Shae said, "You boys are such good friends to be here like this for Aaron and me. Thank you."

Brad said, "I'm sure you and Aaron would be here if it was one of us. We only did what friends are supposed to do." Mrs. Fisher was beaming with pride for her son and me.

I tried to lighten the mood a little. I said can we get you ladies something? coffe...tea..soda..a really stiff drink?"

Mrs. Welsh chuckled a little and said "If it's not too much trouble, there's a coffee stand near the main entrance. Could you be a dear..." She started to open her purse, and I stopped her

I said "Please.. Your money is no good with me right now. Would you like anything Mrs. Fisher?"

She said "If they have a machine, I'll take a latte."

I said "OK. I'll bring you back something to eat too. I heard somewhere that it helps during stressful situations." I took brad with me to find this coffee place that was supposed to be near the front of the hospital. As we walked along, Brad had to go to the bathroom. We went into the men's room and did our business. After we washed our hands, Brad turned to me. He looked into my eyes, and hugged me. I thought he was going to squeeze the life out of me. He hung on for dear life. I held him till his death grip loosened. He pulled back and kissed me.

I said "What was that for?"

He said "For keeping it together. You stayed calm, and knew what to do. Aaron is my oldest friend. I don't think I could have gotten in and washed all that blood off him. I would have broke down crying. Aaron's dad is like a second father to me. I can barely keep from crying now."

I said, "I am far from calm. My stomache is doing flips inside. I wanted to throw up when I was washing him. I just kept on going. It had to be done. I just happened to be the logical choice. I already needed to clean up. When my grandparents died, I had to be the strong one. My dad was a mess. They were really close. I just waited to cry on my own. At least we can cry together." I hugged him, and we walked out.

We finally found the coffee place. It was a pretty basic setup. I bought a latte's and a bunch of pastries. I bought a fruit juice for Aaron, in the hope he would drink it. We mad it back to find Mrs. Welsh crying on Mrs. fisher's shoulder. She looked up at us, and we knew. It didn't need to be said. Tears started comming down Brad's face. I pulled him into me as he burst into tears. I later found out the two families were very close. Brad burried hif face in my chest as he sobbed. His wailing and sobbing was muffled by my chest. I sat him down, and just let him cry. I felt so helpless. There were no words to lessen his pain. The two women were holding Aaron, and I was holding my boyfriend. All I could do was sit there and hold him. It felt like I was being ripped apart inside. My best friends were in pain, and nothing I could do would make it go away. Brad stayed there with his head burried in my chest crying for over an hour. I stroked his hair and gently spoke to him. The chaplain came by to offer help. None of us were really religious, so it didn't help much. We didn't leave till almost 10:00 at night. Mrs. Fisher drove us all to her house. When we got there, She said, "I want you to stay here tonight. I don't think any of us should be alone."

We went inside, and sat in the living room. We really didn't speak much. At midnight, Brad and I took Aaron up to his room. I put the both of them to bed. I walked back downstairs to Mrs. Fisher in the Kitchen. I sat down at the table with her. She had just come back from putting Mrs. welsh in her room.

She looked at me and said, "How are you holing up kiddo?"

I said, "OK I guess. I didn't know him that well. That somehow makes it easier in that respect. Aaron and Brad are my best friends though. It tears me apart inside knowing there's nothing I can do to make it better. When they hurt, I hurt."

She said, "You really did a good thing when you got Aaron cleaned up. You really kept your when we were comming unglued." She pulled her chair closer to me. I started to feel the tears in my eyes. I didn't want to do this in front of anyone.

She said "I'm really proud to know those boys have you as a friend. You were really brave today."

That did it. I started crying. I said, "I wasn't brave, I was scared shitless. When I was washing the blood off of Aaron, all I wanted to do was throw up. I kept thinking, 'what if that was my dad?'......Oh god... there was so much blood....... He just stood there as it washed away. When we got back with the coffee, all you had to do was look at us. We knew. I just held Brad as he cried. I wanted to cry right along with him." I just lost it. All the pent up feeling came pouring out as I sobbed. Mrs. Fisher held me as I cried. I cried even harder, bucause I wished I had a mom to hold me when I cried. She just held me and let me cry it out. She finally managed to calm me down. She went to the sink, and wet a towell. She washed the ters off of my face and hugged me.

She said, "I know what it's like to lose a mother at a young age. My mother died when I was eleven. There were so many times whem I needed my mother, so I was happy to step in and be a mom for you. Your friendship means so much to those boys. They think the world of you, and you have made them closer because of it. You have made such a difference in my Bradly's life. He was so sad before. I can tell, your friendship is very special. I can tell he loves you very much."

I sat up in shock at that. I must have looked terrified.

She said, "A mother can tell these things. I'm not mad. We knew for a long time. We're just waiting for him to tell us."

I said, "Before I go off and say anything, what do you know?"

She said, "We know about Brad being gay. It wasn't hard to figure out. He's never had a girlfriend, and he is suddenly wanting to spend every waking minute with you. I see the way you look at each other." I blushed "I also saw you kiss this morning."

I said, "Um w-w-we're n-not r-ready t-to t-t-tell a-anyb-b-body y-yet. P-please d-dont t-t-tell m-my d-d-dad." I had tears in my eyes. She wiped my eyes and said, "I won't tell him, but you will have to some day. As far as Brad, his father will be back tomorrow afternoon. We will want to talk to you boys about it. I can only assume that Aaron knows?"

I said "Yes. We t-told him the day we agreed to see each other. He was mad Brad didn't tell him sooner."

She said "I'm not going to ask the other question, because it's none of my business. I just hope you are careful."

We decided to change the subject, and move on to a more comfortable topic. We were both too wound up to sleep, so we talked. I learned a lot about Brad and Aaron's families. I learned that Brad used to have a little brother. She got kind of quiet and told me it might be better if Brad told me about him when he was ready. We talked till 3:00. We were both getting tired, so I went up to Brad's room to sleep. I crawled in bed behind him. I kissed him lightly on the cheek and went to sleep.

Well, there's the chapter I had trouble writing. Mr. Welsh's passing was far more graphic, but I toned it down out of respect for his family. I only put it in because, it changed me as a person forever. It changed the way I look at death, and what it does to the people who are left behind.

The scene where Brad's mom tells me she knows, is pretty close to actuality. I didn't get a chance to put it into my journal for a few days. I was so scared, but I was relieved that she was accepting of us.

I don't know if I will write about Brad's little brother. I think that Might be a little too personal to include in this story.

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