Chapter 05: Tim
Chapter 5: Tim
Saturday night, I was ready to go when Cal arrived. I hurried out to his car and we pulled out of the driveway and headed to the party.
When we arrived at the house, I was surprised to find that most of the people there were a little older than us, college age maybe, and they were almost all guys. We went inside and I followed Cal around while he looked for the host. Cal introduced me to Danny, a 19 year-old guy going to the local community college. Danny eyed me up and down and I was more than a little uncomfortable.
Cal got a couple of bottles of beers for us and we mingled around for a while and made small talk with the guys. At one point, we got split up for a little bit and I wandered for a few minutes looking for him. I even got hit on by a college guy, but when I told him I was 14 he backed off. I finally found Cal in the back yard talking with a couple of guys.
After a while longer, Cal whispered in my ear, "Let's go somewhere a little more private."
We got in the truck and he drove a couple blocks down the street to a park. He parked in the corner away from the tennis courts where it was a little darker.
He undid his seatbelt, and I did the same. I figured it would be more of the same with him, but he had other ideas. He pushed me onto my back and climbed on top of me as he kissed me. His breath smelled heavily of beer, but then he started grinding his crotch into mine and I closed my eyes and moaned. He unbuckled and unzipped his jeans and pulled out his hard dick. I reached between our bodies and gripped it and slowly slid my hand up and down.
When he reached for my jeans and began unbuttoning them, I drew in a sharp breath. Oh, god, I couldn't believe he was going to touch me this time. He ran his fingers up and down my shaft and I moaned and bucked my hips up.
"Oh, god," I moaned.
Cal put his fingers into my mouth and I sucked on them. He licked my jawline and then nibbled my ear.
"I'm gonna fuck you tonight," he whispered.
My body tensed up as Cal removed the fingers from my mouth and put them between my legs. I gasped and grabbed at his wrist.
"Cal, no, I don't want to do that."
"Come, on, let me fuck you. I'll make it real good for you."
Cal then pushed his finger into me.
"Oh! Cal, no, stop! Ow!" I pushed against Cal's chest and he grabbed my right arm and pinned it against the car door.
"Cal, you're hurting me..." I begged as I struggled underneath him.
Cal straddled my leg and tugged at my jeans. I was able to jerk my knee up and my thigh hit his nuts hard.
"Ah! God damn it!" he cried out and jerked backwards.
I pushed back and pulled my jeans up.
"Jesus, you're worse than a girl. Fuckin' cocktease."
He put the truck in gear and squealed out of the parking lot. I was relieved that he was going to take me home. Instead, he returned to the party and got out of the truck. He walked around to my side and opened the door.
I got out and he slammed the door behind me and stormed into the house without a word. I walked inside to find him to tell him to take me home. I was sidetracked by a big black dude. He started flirting with me and rubbing my back. When I told him I was 14, he threw his hands up and backed away with an apology. I finally spotted Cal. He had his arm around a blond haired twink and they were headed outside. I pushed my way outside to see them pull away in Cal's truck.
I couldn't believe that he just left me like that. What an asshole. What the heck was I supposed to do now? I pulled out my cell phone to check the time. It was after 11:00. I decided the only thing I could do was to call Jeff to pick me up. I made the call and told him where I was and begged for him to come get me.
I sat down on the curb at the front of the house and waited. I pulled my knees up to my chest and wrapped my arms around them and laid my chin on my knee. I couldn't believe how this night turned out. The guy I was on a 'date' with practically tried to rape me, then left with another guy, and I had to call my brother to come get me. I sat there and felt sorry for myself. It worked like a dream because before I knew it, I was crying.
I saw a car coming and I stood up. As it got closer, I saw it was a black, beat-up Ford Ranger. It pulled up in front of me and Hank leaned over and pushed open the door.
"Get in, Tim."
Shit. I guess today could get worse. I got in the truck and shut the door and put on my seat belt.
"Where's Jeff?"
"He's been drinking. I thought I should come get you instead. Do you want to talk about what happened?" Hank asked.
I stared out the passenger window unable to look at him. "No," I answered.
We drove in silence for the 30 minutes it took to get home. Hank parked in front of the house and shut off the truck. He unhooked his seat belt. I unhooked mine and reached for the door, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me back.
"So, what happened, Tim? Where's Cal?"
I sighed. I finally looked at him. He was looking at me with his eyes filled with pity and I felt humiliated.
"Um... we kind of had a fight and he... left with someone else."
"You're fucking kidding me. What a douchebag."
I shrugged.
"What did you fight about?"
"He wanted to... he tried to... I said 'no' and kicked him off me."
I took a deep breath and then started crying again. Hank scooted over and wrapped his arms around me and pulled me to his chest. I started crying harder because I was so embarrassed.
After crying for a moment, I finally pulled myself together. I realized then that my head was lying against Hank's chest. I took in a deep breath. God, he smelled good. It was a mixture of cologne and sweat and what I guess was Hank's musky scent.
I lifted my head and looked up. Our faces were so close and our lips where almost touching. I looked into his eyes and he looked into my eyes. He moved his face ever so closer to mine and our lips brushed against each others. I closed my eyes and moved in and we gently kissed. I whimpered and pressed my lips against his and we shared another more sensual kiss.
Hank grabbed my shoulders and pushed me back. My eyes flew open and the expression on his face was like a knife to the heart.
"Tim, stop. I have a girlfriend, I can't--"
"Oh, my god." I cried. "I'm so sorry! I'm sorry!"
I ignored Hank's calling my name as I threw open the truck door, jumped out and slammed it behind me and ran full speed into the house and ran up to my room. I laid down on the bed and curled up on my side and began sobbing.
I just knew Hank was going to tell his girlfriend and it would get back to Jeff.
A heard a knock on the door and I tried to stifle my sobs. The door opened and I turned around and faced the wall. I felt Dad sit down on the bed and put his hand on my shoulder.
"Tim?" he asked quietly. "What's wrong, kiddo?"
I shook my head 'no' because I couldn't bring myself to speak. My body shook as I tried to control my crying. Dad laid down behind me and held onto me and tried to comfort me and the floodgates opened and I leaned back into him and cried and sobbed.
"It's okay, Tim," he whispered. "Whatever it is, it'll be okay. Shh...."
I was surprised, disturbed, joyful and comforted at the same time. My Dad, the big burly construction worker, was holding me and comforting me in his arms as I cried, just like he did when I was a little boy. My crying slowed and I laid there letting him hold me.
"There... That's my boy. Go to sleep, kiddo."
As I fell asleep I felt a kiss on my temple and heard his whisper, "Daddy loves you."
***
I woke up the next morning on top of the blankets still dressed in last night's clothes. I got up and quietly made my way to the bathroom. I took a quick shower and brushed my teeth and went back to my room to get dressed. I heard a car pull into the driveway and I walked over to my window to peek out and saw it was Hank's pickup truck.
I panicked and jumped away from the window. I couldn't face him ever again after last night. I heard Jeff's door shut across the hall and he bounded down the stairs. I moved towards the window and slowly opened it up so I could hear them, making sure I stood where they couldn't see me.
"Dude! What the fuck!" Jeff said as he walked up to Hank, who was leaning against his truck having a smoke. And looking sexy as hell, I might add.
"I just got off the phone with Heather," Jeff continued. "What happened?"
"I just dumped Carrie."
Oh my god! Any feelings of guilt I had for eavesdropping disappeared right then and I was fully committed.
"Why?" Jeff asked.
"Heather didn't tell you?"
"No. She said that you wouldn't tell Carrie. You just said 'she knew why'. She said you never came back to the party last night after you left to get Tim and then you showed up at her house this morning and dumped her."
"Jeff. I did go back to the party last night after I dropped Tim off. I was getting sick of Carrie's shit anyway and was thinking about dumping her, but when I got back to the party, it was already decided for me."
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"I saw her, Jeff. I went upstairs and saw her. She was fucking Andy Baker. She was cheating on me. I never cheated on her, even though I had the chance. I don't know if was a one time thing or what, but it doesn't matter. We're through."
What a whore!
"Fuck. Sorry, dude. I didn't know," Jeff said.
"Yeah, well... I'm glad to be rid of her."
Jeff lit up a cigarette and the two of them leaned against the truck and quietly smoked.
I backed away from the window and sat on the floor.
Before I could really digest what was happening, Mom was calling me. "Tim!"
"Coming!"
I walked downstairs and found her in the kitchen mixing potato salad.
"I'm grilling some chicken breasts to take for my lunch tonight and for your father when he comes home from work. Do you want one for lunch?"
"Yes, please."
"Go see if Jeff wants one, and ask Hank if he'd like to stay for lunch."
Oh, god, no.
I took a deep breath and walked out the front door. I glanced at Hank. He watched me as he took a drag on his cigarette and I turned my eyes to Jeff.
"Mom is grilling chicken and wants to know if you want some. And Hank can stay for lunch if he wants."
I cut my eyes to Hank. He was still watching me. He flicked his cigarette butt onto the driveway and stomped it out.
"I'm meeting Heather for lunch," Jeff said, and looked at Hank. "You can come with us, or stay here if you want. Or you can do your own thing. Whatever."
"Nah, I'll just stay here," Hank said.
They followed me back inside. My heart was beating so fast I thought my chest was going to explode. I walked to the cabinet and grabbed a glass and filled it with water from the fridge door. I took a big drink to calm my nerves.
"Sorry, Mom, but I'm meeting Heather for lunch," Jeff said.
"I'd like to stay, if that's okay, Mrs. Matthews," Hank said with a smile.
"Of course, Hank. I'm sure Tim would love your company."
I choked and coughed on my water.
Jeff patted my back and laughed. "Easy there, killer. See you guys later."
Jeff grabbed his keys and wallet off the counter and ran out the door. While Mom went out to the deck, I got three plates from the cupboard and some silverware and set three places at the kitchen table. I got a glass of ice water for Mom and offered Hank a glass of Coke like I was having.
She returned with a plate full of grilled barbeque chicken breasts. It smelled really good. She took two aside and packed them into a Tupperware container and put them into her lunch bag and put it into the fridge. She put the plate down on the table and we all sat down. Hank sat across from me in Jeff's seat.
"Okay, there should be plenty, but save some for your father. I just made the potato salad, so it's still warm."
"That's okay, Mrs. Matthews," Hank said. "I like it when it's warm."
I thought our family was the only one who ate warm potato salad.
"Good, we like it warm or cold," she said.
"Mom makes the best potato salad," I said with a smile.
We helped ourselves to the chicken and potato salad and quietly ate.
"This is delicious Mrs. Matthews," Hank said. "Thanks for inviting me."
"You're welcome any time, Hank. Even if Jeff's not here."
He looked at me and grinned. I couldn't help but smile. I rolled my eyes and mouthed 'brown noser' and he tried to stifle a laugh.
After lunch, Hank thanked Mom again. I rinsed the dishes and put them in the dishwasher and covered the potato salad and chicken with plastic wrap and put them in the fridge for Dad to have later.
Mom yawned and said, "I'm going to go and take a nap before I head in to work. Be good, honey."
She kissed me on the cheek as and disappeared up the stairs as I blushed at her PDA in front of Hank.
"Does your Dad always work on Sundays?" Hank asked.
"Not always, but a lot time he does. He usually goes into his office to catch up on paperwork and stuff."
Hank nodded.
"Tim, can I talk to you for a minute... in private?"