My Bodyguard Chapter 8
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 after having a weird dream. It was 6 o'clock Friday morning. Still a little early, but I thought I'd get up and add my dream to my journal. I fired up my computer and opened up my journal. I keep my journal in the ZIP file with the password. That way, nosy eyes can't see it. I thought I would share with you what's in my journal about that dream. Dad tells me often dreams are where we work out our real-life problems.
'I found myself on a desert island. Mark was by my side. I looked around and I saw a bunch of kids from school. Mark and I were sitting on the sand, holding hands. This old guy came and sat down with us. I immediately recognized him as Rudy from the TV show Survivor. He started talking. "Guys, here's the deal, if we are to survive we need to make an alliance. No one can know about this alliance. I do not intend to lose again. This is not a TV show, this is real-life. If the three of us stick together and cover each other's back, we cannot go wrong. Remember, trust nobody, nobody, nobody."' Then I woke up.
I thought it was kind of a weird dream. But with all that's going on in my life right now, I'm really not surprised that I had a dream like this. I closed my journal and shut down my computer. I walked in the bathroom and took a leak. Then I splashed some water on my face and dried off with a towel. I walked out of the bathroom and ran into Mark.
"You're up, cool, want to go for a run with me?
"Mark, I'm not much of a runner. So as long as we don't go too far, I'll run with you."
"Cool, why don't you get some sweats on. I'll wait."
We ran about a mile, then came back by the house. I stopped and so did Mark.
"Mark, I think that I have had enough for today. I am a little sore from the weight lifting also."
"That's cool, Mike, I am going to run some more. See you in a few minutes."
I went inside and headed toward the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and stripped off my sweats. I turned on the shower and, when the water temperature was right, I climbed in. I washed myself good. Little Mikey was in need of attention. I decided to wait. I got out of the shower and dried myself off. I came out of the bathroom and saw Mark coming up the stairs.
"Did you leave me some hot water?" he asked.
"Sure did," I replied.
I went in my room and got dressed. Then I made my way downstairs.
"Morning, Mike, how are you doing today, honey?" Mom asked.
"Fine, Mark and I did some running together," I replied. "What's for breakfast?"
"I've got bacon and eggs and orange juice. Is Mark on his way yet?" she asked?
"He's in the shower, should be down in a minute."
Mom handed me a plate and I started eating. Mark showed up about 10 minutes later. After we finished, we grabbed our book bags and headed off to school. I love Fridays. I knew nothing could bug me on Friday. We jumped in my van today. I told Mark about my dream. He thought it was weird.
We got to school and went inside. Things were still tense but not as bad as yesterday. Several kids said hi to us as we walked down the hall. Then we went to our first class and the teacher started the lesson. I noticed several of the girls smiling and giggling, looking at Mark. What did I feel? I felt angry. I guessed this must be jealousy. I don't remember ever being jealous before. I don't like it. He's mine. I wish they'd stop looking him. He seemed to just be sitting there, ignoring them. I think I am really starting to like this guy.
At lunch Mark and I sat together. I guess Al's visit yesterday had broken the ice. Within five minutes there were a bunch of kids sitting at our table. All were talking at once, trying to ask all kinds of questions. Mark and I were polite but did not go into too much detail. I have never been popular but it seemed that now a bunch of kids wanted to be my friend. I guess standing up to the bad guys can be good sometimes. Not joining the crowd might gain more friends than by joining them. Life is ironic sometimes.
The afternoon went quietly but I did notice some more girls making goo goo eyes at my man. My man? Perhaps I am falling in love with him.
We left school for the week at 3 and headed home. We came in the house and Mom was sitting in the living room.
"How did your day go today, guys?" Mom asked.
"Great," we both replied at the same time.
"So what is your plan?" Mom asked.
"I talked to my mom yesterday and she said she is working tonight and all day Sunday. I thought we would go down there tonight and come back on Sunday morning. I don't plan to go home every weekend. Mom makes her best money in tips on weekends. Friday night is busy and Sunday is busy. She was able to get Saturday off this week to spend some time with us. But it is important that she works on Saturday too. Besides, I want to get to know Mike's father too and he is only home on weekends."
"That sounds great, Mark. When are you guys leaving?" Mom asked.
"In about 20 minutes," Mark replied. "We want to get there before dark."
"Well, be careful. A hundred miles is a long drive. I am glad you're coming back Sunday, though. I'm going to miss you guys."
"Bye, Mom, I love you, see you Sunday."
"Bye, guys, and keep safe. Call me when you get there and if you have any problems."
We went upstairs and I packed some clothes. Mark grabbed his laptop. He already had clothes at home. We jumped in his truck and off to the grocery store we went. We pulled into the back of the store and got out. We went into Dad's office.
"Well, guys, you ready to leave town?" Dad asked.
"Yes, we are, Dad. However, we will be back Sunday morning."
"I am glad to hear that. Would you boys like some groceries to take with you?"
"Well, actually, Mr. S., we really don't need that much. You see, my mom eats at the diner most of the time. She is working tonight and Sunday. That is why we are going to return Sunday morning. We only need enough groceries for tonight and tomorrow. But thanks for your gracious offer."
"Great, get whatever you want and go to the checkout line. The cashier will ring it up to my account. That way, it will be deleted from my inventory. Have a good weekend and I will see you guys on Sunday."
"I love you, Dad. Have a good weekend."
"I love you guys too, and have fun."
We gathered up enough food to last for a couple days. Mark insisted on getting some healthy food and not just junk food. After we went to the checkout line we made our way back to the truck. Then we headed down the road.
My small town is located in the thumb area of Michigan. Mark lives down south of Flint. So we need to drive east to I-75 and then south past Flint and then east again to Mark's small town called Linden. Linden is a small town of about 5000 people, surrounded by lakes. Mark pulled over and got some gas. He then asked if I would drive. He explained he has not really driven that much and would rather that I drive some. I had to move the seat way up in order to reach the pedals. Poor Mark looked almost crunched up with the seat that far forward.
"What do you want to do tonight?" Mark asked.
"How about we rent a movie?"
"That sounds great. What do you want to watch? It is up to you, Mike."
"I want to see this movie called 'Beautiful Thing'. They don't have it in any video stores in our town."
"I have a membership at Blockbuster Video. We should be able to find it there. What is the movie about, Mike?"
"I have not seen it but I have read about it on the Internet. It is a love story."
"What are you telling me, Mike, is it some kind of chick flick?"
"I would not say that. It is an English flick about a couple of teenage boys like ourselves. Beyond that I don't know what the movie's about. But I have heard it is real good."
"Cool, we'll stop in Flint and see if we can find it."
"Mark, I have a confession to make. When we were in school today and those girls were making goo goo eyes at you, I got jealous."
"Geez, Mike, that is sweet and don't worry, I'm not interested in any of them."
I smiled and reached for his hand. He graciously held my hand. He continued to hold my hand and we talked about school. I told him about all the different kids in our school. I also told them about the different teachers. We had a great conversation and soon we were in Flint. We stopped at Blockbuster Video and picked up 'Beautiful Thing'. I was happy to find it. Mark then suggested we go out to eat. He said it could be kind of like our first date. You know, dinner and a movie. Anyhow, he told me we could go to this restaurant called Fuddruckers. It is a burger joint that has really good burgers. (Author's note: Fuddruckers is a San Antonio based franchise. The first time I saw one I was in Texas about 15 years ago. I was with my dad. When I saw the sign I started laughing loudly. He asked me what was so funny, then I told him the name of that restaurant. I had in my mind replaced the F with a B and the two D's with T's and the R with a F. Needless to say, I thought it was quite funny.)
The burgers were great and we headed off to Mark's house. We got there and it was about 6:00. I grabbed my stuff and Mark and I went in his house. It was not a large house but it was very neat and clean. Mark took me into his room. He had an oversize (long) King size bed.
"Now, Mike, we can either share my bed or we can set up an old army cot in here. I don't bite and the bed would be a lot more comfortable than that old cot and a sleeping bag."
"To tell you the truth, Mark, I wish you could sleep with me in my room at home too," I said, quite embarrassed.
He ruffled my hair and smiled at me. I smiled back.
We went in his living room and put the movie in the VCR. It was a great movie. The only problem was it was in a foreign language, namely English. It had a lot of slang and was hard to follow. I almost felt it needed to be closed captioned. After the movie, Mark's mom Grace Adams came home. She greeted me warmly.
"Mark, how are you? I missed you," she said, holding out her arms and getting a hug and kiss from Mark. "Come here, Mike," and she hugged and kissed me too. "Nice to meet you, Mike. Mark has told me much about you."
"He has told me much about you too, Mrs. Adams."
"And so polite too. I hope you enjoy coming here with Mark. Mark really needs a friend and you seem like a fine young man. Well, boys, I'm really tired and going to bed. Don't burn the place down. Goodnight, boys, I will see you tomorrow."
"Goodnight, Mom."
"Goodnight, Mrs. Adams."
We went into Mark's room and he asked what I wanted to do next. I suggested we surf the web. We set up his laptop and dialed into our ISP. I showed him a bunch of free gay teen porn sites. In no time at all we were both horny as a couple of jackrabbits.
"Mark, I don't know about you but I am horny as hell."
"I am too, Mike. I think I am about to split a seam in the front of my pants."
"I usually take care of that once or twice a day."
"Me too, but to tell you the truth, Mike, I have never done it in front of someone else before."
"Well if you feel more comfortable, you can lay on the bed and I could stay here in this chair and read a sexy story and we can each take care of ourselves."
"That sounds great, Mike."
So Mark got a bottle of baby oil from out of his dresser and handed it to me. I opened up a story that was really sexy that I had read before. I undid my belt and zipper and pulled down my pants to my knees. Then I pulled down my shorts to my thighs. (Author's note; I am not going to get into this whole boxer/brief thing in this story. If you want to visualize my characters in boxers, great, or in briefs, great. It is up to you.) I poured a generous amount of baby oil on my hand and little Mikey and turned around, handing the bottle to Mark, already lying on his bed. He had also given me a towel to clean up with and had one himself.
I started reading the story 'Growing up Sexual' and I could hear Mark unzipping and shifting in his bed. Within a minute I could barely touch myself and not go off. I wanted it to last as long as I could. I think he did too. I read several chapters before I could not take it any longer. I told Mark I was about to cum and he said he was ready too. It was a powerful orgasm and I could tell from the sounds Mark was making he was enjoying himself too. I cleaned myself up and pulled my shorts back on. I shut down his computer, stood up, and kicked off my shoes and pants. Then I took off my shirt. I turned around and looked at Mark and he had done the same.
"I don't know about you, Mark, but I am ready to go to sleep."
"Me too," he replied.
He crawled underneath the sheets and I turned off the lights. I crawled into bed beside him.
"Mark, could you hold me?"
"Sure, I love to hold you."
I snuggled up close to him and he spooned me and wrapped his strong arms around me. Next thing I knew, I fell asleep.