First of all, I want to say a thank you to all those who sent comments Comments and story suggestions are always helpful. And for those who would send flames, go ahead; I keep a bucket of water standing by just for that reason. I want to thank virtualinsanity78 for getting me to write again and believing in me to help me. And thanks to David for the fine editing that he is doing for this poor blind guy lol.
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Wheeler's POV
I can feel the pain in my side, and my head hurts like never before. Where am I, and why is it so dark? I can hear voices, but they sound so far away. I try to open my eyes, but I can't see anything. What is going on?
I can hear voices in the distance, and now I feel someone here. I have to know. My mind forms the words, "Who's there?" but no sound comes out of my mouth. I manage to open my left eye a crack, and I can see some woman sitting there. I ask "Mom, is that you?" There's this ringing in my ears, and I can't hear her, but the Touch of her hand calms me. My vision clears, and there in my sight stands my Aunt Carol.
For the rest of the time in the hospital, they kept me pretty drugged up. I remember Uncle John telling me that I was going to be moving in with him and Aunt Carol. I asked about my parents and was told that they were no longer involved in my life. There had been a lot of legal things done, and he and Aunt Carol were now my legal guardians.
After a few days, Uncle John came in alone and told me the whole story of how the next-door neighbors found me on the street in front of the house and had called the cops. When they asked my parents what happened they said they didn't know but that I was not welcome in their house anymore. The neighbors had Uncle John's phone number, and the cops, with the social worker on the line, called him in Michigan. He and Aunt Carol flew down on the next flight out. Now I knew why I had always thought of them as my favorites.
The few things that my uncle could get from my house were the things I had bought with my own money. The rest, my dad threw out and then took them to the dump to make sure I could not get them. Now I too have been tossed out and moved 250 miles north to a small town in Michigan where there is no one I know. I feel so lost. I have healed and am doing much better physically, but mentally... I'm not doing so well.
At night, I wake up in a cold sweat and with violent dreams of being beaten. I wake up screaming every night. That's why when I moved in with John and Carol, I insisted on moving into the garage dormer. At least out there I didn't think I'd be waking them up. Little did I know that, on several occasions, they'd heard me anyway.
Monday is going to be the first day of school for me. The other students went back last week. God, do I dread going in there not knowing a sole person in this town.
I woke up early not knowing what to do. The first thing I noticed was that it was raining. What a start to a new day already in the dumper! When Uncle John pulled up to the school, I asked him if I could just go in by myself. After all, I had already met with the school administration when I enrolled last week. He hesitated but said he thought it was a good idea. I could see the fear in his eyes, but I told him that I would be fine. Uncle John smiled a little smile and said, "Go on and make some friends."
I took off running for the main doors and was just hitting them as a bell was going off. I made my way to the office and was told to wait there for a walker (whatever that is!) when the door swung open, and I was knocked into a chair. When I looked up, I was looking into the eyes of an angel. He was cute, and I was blushing. Inside, my sac began to twitch, and I knew right away that I really liked this boy! After exchanging names, we both began laughing out loud. I had to make sure that he knew I was interested in him, so I said; "I hope we get to meet again under better circumstances." Then I smiled and winked. God, did I just do that?
After meeting my walker -- what a nerd he is! -- I was really wishing it would have been Lloyd assigned to walk me around. But before I knew it, school was over for the day. I had looked for Lloyd everywhere but didn't see him again all the rest of the day. Just the touch of his hand had been enough to cause my cock to arise. Wonder if he's gay like me.
Waking up as usual with a massive morning wood, I had the urge to relieve the pressure. Then I noticed the clock, and it told my biggest fan that he'd have to wait till later. I got dressed and headed out to school.
Walking down Maple Street, I stopped to tie my shoe. Guess I was in a hurry to get to school to see if I could find Lloyd. The next thing I heard was his sweet voice saying, "Hi, Wheeler. What are you doing here?"
I flashed a smile and said, "I was born on this planet." God that was stupid. He'll think I'm a smart ass and then not like me.
I told him that I had moved in with my aunt and uncle, and then he said, "What about your parents? They toss you out?"
Instantly, I felt deeply hurt and ashamed of who I was... and also very pained that my parents were once more slipping into my thoughts.
As irrational as it was, I lashed out at Lloyd, "Don't ever mention them to me again!" and I quickly turned the corner and ran as fast as I could. I didn't know where I was running to, but I had to run.
It was three blocks before I stopped and decided that I couldn't go to school with the looks of crying on my face. So I headed home, ran in the door and tried to calm down. I needed someone to talk to. I called Aunt Carol and told her what happened and that I was afraid I had lost a friend by my actions even before I made one. She told me to stop and relax -- that there was more to this than I knew and that she would talk to me more about it tonight when she got home. She said she would call the school and explain things to the principal. He already knew about the difficulties I had already been through. I decided to just lie back down and try to sleep.
No, dad! Stop! I'm sorry! Please!!!
I woke up screaming, soaked with sweat and shaking violently. I got up, saw that it was 3 o'clock in the afternoon already, and could hear that there was someone mowing grass nearby. I looked out the dormer window.
Oh my God! There's Lloyd mowing the grass. Wonder if he knows I'm here. How can he make money mowing grass as crooked as that. He's not even wearing a shirt. God, his body is so hot!
I looked down in my shorts, and once again my old friend wanted attention. This time, with the sights in the yard, I absolutely couldn't refuse, and with him begging and bobbing, I just had to relieve the built-up pressure. I slowly lowered my shorts. I like the jockey boxes I wear. Wonder what kind Lloyd wears?
As I stood by the window, I knew he couldn't see me, but he was mowing so I could see his crotch, and when he turned, I could also see that nice ass of his. As my cock became harder, I was slowly sliding my hand up and down its full six and three-quarter inches. Pre-cum starting to ooze out of the small opening in the end. God, how that made it slide so easily!
I stood by that window and had many thoughts of what Lloyd would look like naked and what I would love to be doing to him... and what I hoped he would like doing to me as well. As he moved back and forth across the yard, my fist was moving faster and faster up and down my rod. I closed my eyes and became lost in the bliss that only a major orgasm can bring. I called out his name. I knew he could never hear me with the mower running, but inside I wished he could and would look my way. If so, he would have seen the six ropes of cum shooting out of my cock and landing in a pool on the floor.
As my stroking slowed, I caught some of the globs of cum on my fingers and brought them to my nose and smelled the sweet smell of my own scent... wondering if his smelled the same. Then I tasted my cum and wondered if his tasted the same as mine.
Eventually, I went to the bathroom and got some tissue and wiped up my mess and looked out the window. Lloyd was gone. But the smell in the room lingered. How long had I been staring at him? I looked over to the clock. An hour had gone by. My God, that's the longest I've ever lasted. No wonder it was a major explosion.
I needed a shower and had to open a window and get some fresh air in here. Aunt Carol would be home soon, and I had to know what she meant by `I would be surprised.'
I was in the kitchen when I heard her car in the drive. I couldn't wait anymore and ran out to her, firing questions left and right.
"Hold on, Wheeler," she said. "Hold on! Let me get inside, and we can sit and talk."
We went into the house, into the living room, and sat on the couch.
She began, "Now Wheeler, let me tell you what I know, and then if you have any questions afterwards, you can ask me if I left anything out. OK?"
"OK," I answered... eager for her to go on.
"First off... Lloyd is very upset that he unintentionally hurt you, and he is very worried about you being mad at him. I also know that he is gay -- just like you. He came out to his parents last year. I work with his mother, and at first she had a hard time with it. But now, she fully supports her son and loves him very much. He didn't know about your problems, and he didn't mean anything by what he said."
"My God," I screamed. "He's gay... like me? Oh man, this is so cool! But what if he doesn't like me? What if I'm not his type?"
"Wheeler, calm down please, and stop shouting! I'm right here," she laughed.
"I'm sorry, Aunt Carol."
She began again, "Joan -- that's Lloyd's mother -- thinks that it's nice that you and Lloyd share the same interest, and even if the two of you don't end up... how do they say it?... `hooked up' together, that at least the two of you can have someone to talk to and relate to."
After another twenty minutes of talking, Aunt Carol said she had to start dinner, and I said that I needed time to take out the trash as well. She Laughed. I understood her meaning right away: life must go on.
After dinner, I decided to go for a walk around the new neighborhood. I had asked Aunt Carol where Lloyd's house was, and it turns out it was only like a block away from ours. As I walked around the corner, I could see someone sitting on the front porch, and as I got closer, I could see that it was Lloyd.
I stopped dead in my tracks... just as he looked up and saw me. He jumped to his feet, and I turned to walk the other way.
He yelled, "Wheeler... wait!"
I stopped again but didn't turn around.
He came running over and said, "Look... I'm really sorry. If only I'd known, I would never have..."
I stopped him, saying, "How could you have known anything? I'm the one who should be saying `I'm sorry' to you for saying what I did and then running away."
He looked at me with the saddest eyes and said, "No, dork! I want to say I'm sorry."
I looked at him and said, "Look, dork... it was my fault!"
We both broke into laughter, and then he did something I was not expecting. He grabbed me in a hug and said in my ear, "Don't you ever run from me again."
I instantly knew that I would never do it again. He was holding me so tight I could feel his cock rising to rub my leg and thigh.
"Lets go somewhere and talk."
"OK," I said. "I think we need to."
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