My Bodyguard Chapter 17
A very special thanks to Ed for editing this chapter.
This story is not true.
This is a story of love, trust, hope, and commitment. It is not a sex story. However, this story deals with love between two teenagers. If you are offended by stories involving love between two teenage boys, please do not read this story. There will be some sex scenes in this story; however, sex is not the main theme. If you are under age 18 or 21 or it is illegal to read this story where you live, don't read it.
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I woke up the next morning with the phone ringing. Mark answered it.
"Hello."
"Good morning, Mom."
"Sure."
"Okay."
"Have fun."
"I won't go back to sleep. I am up."
"Goodbye."
"What time is it?" I asked.
"7 o'clock, that was Mom, and she said that we should order room service for breakfast. Dad is going to pick us up out front at 9 o'clock. Mom is not going with us today. She said that she had enough of Dad last night."
"Okay, I am going to jump in the shower. Why don't you order some breakfast?"
"Sounds good."
I jumped in the shower and about five minutes later Mark joined me. One nice thing about taking a shower in a hotel is we did not run out of hot water. We spent about 30 minutes washing and loving each other, and not necessarily in that order. We got dressed and our breakfast arrived. It was good. We went down to the lobby about 8:50 and went outside. It was cold, I would say about 25 degrees, and the wind was strong.
Mark's dad pulled up in a pickup truck that was about as old as my Van. It had a construction company sign on the door. We climbed in and Mr. Adams said, "Good morning."
"What do you have planned for us today, Dad?" Mark asked.
"It is funny. I have been in this town 8 years and have not ever gone sightseeing. I thought that we could go to the Museum of Science and Industry this morning, and then go to the top of the Sears Tower to the sky deck. How does that sound, guys?"
"That sounds like fun, Dad." Mark answered.
We got on Lake Shore Drive and drove south to the Museum of Science and Industry. It was very crowded but we had a good time. They had a coal mine that we went through and a WWII German submarine. There were many other things of interest for us to see. We spent about 6 hours there but could have spent another whole day there.
Mr. Adams decided to have a late lunch/early dinner and we went to a pizza place near downtown. I got my first taste of deep dish Chicago-style pizza. It was very good. After we ate, Mr. Adams spoke up.
"Boys, I had a long talk with Grace yesterday. You see, I always thought that homosexuals were guys that really wanted to be girls. I thought that they wanted to wear girls' clothes and take girl hormones, giving them breasts. And then have a sex change operation and become girls. I could not understand how you boys could be homosexuals and not act like the gays I had seen on TV. Your mother explained to me that everybody's sexuality is different. That you can't put a label on people in general; just because a few act a certain way doesn't mean that everyone acts that way. Mike, you seem like a fine young man and if Mark is in love with you, then I love you too. And Mark, if Mike makes you happy, then I am happy for you."
"I am most definitely in love with Mike, Dad, and it is not about sex. It is about love, trust, hope, and commitment. First, we are best friends. Second, we are together 24 hours a day. Third, I am committed to protecting Mike until he finishes high school. Fourth, I trust Mike not to hurt me. And, last but not least, I hope that we can spend the rest of our lives together."
"I feel the same way about Mark. Wherever he decides to go to college, I plan on going to the same school. If Mark's going to be a doctor, then I will stay in school until I get a PHD also. If they change the law and two men can marry each other, I will marry him. We have talked about adopting kids and everything. We are never going to let anything or anyone come between us."
"What about sex, Mark? With you being a deputy, is it not illegal for you to have sex?"
"Well, you seem to be putting me on the spot, Dad. Let me put you on the spot. Have you ever been involved in a circle jerk with your friends when you were our age?"
"Yes, I guess I was."
"Have you ever jerked off someone else?"
"Yes, I guess I have done that too. It is normal for boys to experiment."
"What about oral sex?"
"NO, I never did that."
"Well, we haven't done that yet either. Sam said that, under state law, only anal sex is against the law. Oral sex is considered mutual masturbation. As long as both parties agree, and don't do it in public, it's not against the law. Mike and I spend most of our time making out. We get so excited that it never takes much time to get relief. Sex is by no means the most important part of our relationship. I am happy just to go to sleep in Mike's arms. Do you understand what I am saying, Dad?"
"Of course I do. I have been in love too. I just don't quite understand how you could be in love with another boy."
"Dad, do you love me?"
"Of course I do, Mark."
"Then I guess you love a boy. The only difference is that we are not sexually attracted to each other. Dad, in health class they taught us that, at some point, everyone is attracted to someone of their own sex. Dad, have you ever been attracted to another guy?"
"Once or twice perhaps, but I put it out of my mind. I would not choose to be that way."
"My attraction to other guys is not a choice. I have never been attracted to girls and they hound me all the time. Perhaps someday some girl will attract me but I doubt it. And if one did, I would put it out of my mind because I am in love with Mike. When I look at a picture of a nude girl, Dad, it does nothing for me. That doesn't mean that I don't have the capacity to love girls. Just not in a sexual way. Does that make sense to you, Dad?"
"I must say that I do feel better about the whole thing after talking to you boys. Not only are you big and strong but you are smart too. Your mother told me about the same thing last night but I understand better, hearing it from you. And I love and accept you for who you are and not what you are."
"As far as you going to college, Mark, I have saved up $15,000 in a trust in your name for college. I hope to have about $20,000 by the time you start. I know that is not enough but it might help. She said that will keep me out of trouble for now but I had better come up with some more later."
"Dad, you did think of me all these years. Perhaps my dream of becoming a doctor will come true. I love you so much."
I was so proud of Mark and the way he handled his father. Just six weeks ago, he was asking me how I knew that I was gay. And now he almost had his father admitting that he was somewhat bisexual. For the first time I saw just how much Mark had grown.
We left the pizza place and went up the Sears Tower. It was a clear day and we could see Lake Michigan and the whole city. We watched the sun go down together from on top of one of the world's tallest buildings.
After we left the Sears Tower, we went back to the hotel. We sat in the lobby and got to know each other better. I talked about my family. Mark told his dad about Ron and his boxing and about the six guys he arrested. He told him about this guy in a car crash and how he saved his life. Before we knew it, Mark's dad had to go. He told Mark to keep in touch and they hugged and said good-bye.
We went back up to our room and knocked on Mrs. Adams' door.
"Hi, boys, did you have a good day?"
"Yes, Mom, we went the Museum of Science and Industry. Then we had some deep-dish pizza. It was very good. Then we went up the Sears Tower and got to see the city. After coming back to the hotel we had a good talk in the lobby. Dad seems to be accepting us. He wants us to keep in touch."
"I am glad to hear that. I went to the Field Museum. It has lots of old things, like dinosaur bones and mummies and stuff like that. I had a good time. Do you boys want to go to dinner?"
"Sure, what do you have in mind?"
"I was thinking Chinese. Chinatown is not far from here and we don't need to dress up or anything. There are several really good Chinese restaurants there."
"That sounds great. What do you think, Mike?"
"That does sound good. Let's go."
It was already about 8:00 o'clock and we were hungry again. We went down to the lobby and someone brought Mark's truck to the front of the building. It took us about 15 minutes to get to Chinatown and we parked the truck. About a block away we found a great restaurant and went inside. The food was really great. During dinner we told Mrs. Adams about Mark's talk with his dad. She seemed really glad that we were able to explain things to him. She also said she really did not want to see him again. She was quite bitter that he had never bothered to contact her.
When we left the restaurant, Mark noticed that two Asian guys were following us.
He stopped and turned and said, "If you are looking for trouble, you just found it."
"No trouble, just your money," one guy said, pulling a knife.
"You two little guys and that knife don't scare me," Mark said with force in his voice.
"Is that so? Well, look behind you."
Mark glanced over his shoulder and saw two more with baseball bats. Mark pulled out his gun, took off the safety, pulled back the hammer, and handed me the gun.
"If they move, shoot them. Shoot the guy with the knife first," Mark said and he turned his attention to the other two.
They both lunged at me at the same time. I shot the guy with the knife in the shoulder and he fell to the ground. I did not have time to shoot the other one, so I hit him as hard in the throat as I could with the gun (something that I learned from Ron). He also fell to the ground, grasping his throat. I turned around and Mark had the other two lying on the ground, bloody and beaten, and was putting handcuffs on them. He then asked if we were OK. Both his mom and I said yes. He took his gun back and put on the safety. He then put it away. He first handcuffed the guy I shot and checked on the guy I hit in the throat.
"You hit him a little too hard, Mike. He is not breathing. He has a broken larynx."
Mark picked up the knife and cut into the guy's throat. Then he took out an ink pen from his pocket and took out the ink cartridge and jammed it into the guy's throat. He started breathing again through the tube.
"He'll live. Mom, do you have a hanky in your purse?"
"Yes, here you go."
Mark handed me the hanky and told me to hold it on the wound of the guy I shot and apply pressure.
"How many pairs of handcuffs do you carry, Mark?"
"It is good to be prepared."
About this time, Chicago's finest showed up. Mark pulled out his badge and identified himself as a deputy sheriff. Mark explained to them what happened. They were very happy. They said that they had been looking for these guys for quite some time. They were guilty of many armed robberies. The ambulance arrived and the EMTs were impressed with Mark's first aid. They said that the guy I hit in the throat would have died if Mark had not acted.
Apparently, while I was busy, Mark had punched out the other two before they even could try to swing their bats.
I guess in a town like this news travels fast because before we knew it, TV and newspaper reporters were shining lights on us and pointing cameras and microphones at us and asking us all kind of questions. Mark told me not to tell them anything too personal, like where we live or our complete names.
After they finished, the police escorted us down to the local police station. It was not far away. We made statements and they said we might have to come back if it goes to trial. The police captain walked in and shook our hands. "There is a phone call for you guys." We went into his office. Mark took the call.
"Hello."
"Mayor Daley."
"Yes, sir."
"Thank you, sir."
"Ok, sir." And he handed the phone to me.
"You must be Mike," Mayor Daley said.
"Yes sir, that is me."
"I just caught the 11:00 o'clock news andd I want to say you were very brave. I want to give you boys a citation. Give me your phone number and I will call you and let you know when I want you to come receive your citation."
"Okay, Mr. Mayor, sir, it is 987-654-4321."
"It will be several weeks before I call and the City of Chicago will pay to fly you into town and for your hotel and food while you are here. Where are you staying tonight?"
"We are staying at the Drake."
"Nice hotel. I will call the City Manager in the morning and take care of your bill. It is the least that I can do. I have been on the police for six months to get these guys. Not only did you get them into custody but you also saved one of their lives. If either one of you ever needs something from me, just let me know. Okay?"
"Yes, sir, and thank you, Mr. Mayor, sir.
"Be sure to pick up a paper tomorrow. I am going to call them and make sure that you are front page. Well, it is getting late. I will let you boys get back to your hotel. Enjoy your stay in Chicago."
"We will be leaving in the morning. We had a great time here. I am looking forward to returning."
"I am just sorry that you had to see the darker side of the city. There are many good people in this city, such as you. Have a safe ride home and I will talk to you soon. Good-bye."
"Good-bye."
It was almost midnight when we got back to the hotel. We said goodnight to Mrs. Adams, and the phone had this red light blinking. I didn't know what it meant so I called the front desk. They said that I had a message. It was Mark's dad and he wanted us to call him. Mark called him. Apparently he had seen us on the news and was concerned. Mark told him everything, including the call from the Mayor. He was real excited when he heard that we would be coming back to Chicago. I thought about calling my parents but it was after one o'clock in the morning. I had not called them since we had arrived but I decided to wait until tomorrow.
Mark and I were really keyed up and didn't feel like going to bed. So we talked some.
"I can't believe that I almost killed two people today."
"If you hadn't acted the way you did, you might have been killed. Or even my mom. I could not imagine either one of you dead. You acted in self-defense. This time you were able to help me. I am so proud of you, Mike. I love you so much."
"When I saw those two coming at me, I just acted. I did not even think. It all happened so fast."
"That is the way it was for me too. All the years of training, I don't even think about it. I just did it. That is why it is important to know how to defend yourself. If the guys had guns, it would have been different. They had us outmanned but we had them outgunned. I could not have handled it by myself. I need you, Mike."
"I just don't feel like a hero."
"How would you feel if my mom or I had died?"
"Terrible."
"You saved our lives tonight, Mike. And more important, you saved your own life tonight. I don't think I could stand even the thought of you not around. I am sure that I would survive but I would no longer be alive inside."
"I guess you do have a point there. Come here and kiss me." We started making out and the next thing I know we were undressing. We went into the shower and took about an hour. We cleaned each other several times with lots of soap and friction. You have got to squeeze really hard to manage friction with a soapy hand. It was lots of fun. Finally we made our way to bed. It was almost 2:30 and we fell asleep in each other's arms.