With Love We Can be Human By James
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I was grabbed and taken out of the van with my hands still cuffed behind my back. I looked up as we walked and I saw a building that was made of dark-grey stone and with few windows. I turned to Steve and I felt my insides turning to ice. The building looked like a prison and it also had barbed wire on the top of it.
"What is this place?" I asked.
"It's going to be your new home for a long time," he said smiling.
They pushed me along and I could hardly keep my balance. The doors opened and when I was pushed in, I saw before me a long hallway with smoky-blue lights that extended for what seemed like miles. It was dark and I was growing more and more scared.
"Where am I!" I yelled and began shaking as I was hit on the shoulders and told to keep walking.
"Where are you?" a woman said as she came up to us from behind a desk that was beside the first closed door on my right that we were getting closer to. "You're in Hell now. I hope you enjoy your stay, since you'll be here for a long time. I'm sure that Steve and Greg let you know that on the way here?"
"Please, just let me go home!" I yelled and began crying.
The slap sounded like a pistol shot in the expansive hall and my face burned immediately.
"You're not going back home, not for a long time!" the woman screamed just inches from my face. "You're here and that's what your parents have decided and we're here to see that they get what they want which is a well-behaved child, the perfect child. We're going to make you in to that child and there's nothing we won't do short of murder to make that happen. By the way, I'm Martha one of the resident supervisors. You'll be going to your room now and in 20 minutes, you'll be meeting all the other residents in the front room for our group session."
Once in my room which was a small room, almost a closet, I looked around. It was lit with one bulb in the center of the ceiling and it was a bulb that gave off a dim amber type amount of light and it gave the room a dark and oppressive feel, such as a prison like one written about in an Edgar Allen Poe story. The room had a thin matrass and it was a narrow bed and it was pushed with the long side against the wall and beside the outside of the bed was a small stand and that along with a small chair was all that seemed like could fit in the room.
I saw that there was no private bathroom in the room and when I looked outside my room, I saw that across from it was a communal restroom which looked big enough to hold the toilets along with a couple of showers. I went back in my closet of a room and instantly thought of the room Raskolnikov lived in in the novel Crime and Punishment. Only for me, I hadn't killed an old woman in attempt to make myself believe that one murder would benefit the common good of humanity. Suddenly, I heard my door open and Martha came in.
"Stand up and stand straight," she ordered. "If you stand out of this position at any point, you'll be punished. Do you understand."
"I understand," I said looking at her.
I then felt another slap across my face.
"Did I give you permission to speak!" she screamed getting inches from my face once again.
"I'''I'''I'''I thought you wanted me to answer you!" I said and began crying.
"Stop that crying you spineless little shit!" she screamed. "When I want you to speak, I'll then say "Speak" right after I ask a question! Is that clear! Speak!"
"Y'''Y'''Y'''Yes mam!" I said looking directly at her.
"You'll stop that stuttering right now as well!" she yelled. "Do you understand me! Speak!"
"I'''I'''I'''I can't help it," I said feeling close to tears again. "I've always had this."
"You're going to learn to help it," she said in a low and hateful tone. "Only weak-willed shits like you stutter, not real men and we're going to make a real man out of you!"
"I'm not faking it," I said beginning to cry once again. "I've always had this problem."
"I didn't say you could speak did I!" she screamed in my face again. "For that, you'll go to the gathering room where the other students are and you'll stand in front of them. Do you understand me! Answer me now!"
"Y''''Y'''Y'''Yes," I said. Another slap and I tasted blood in my mouth.
"I said to speak only when I say the word!" she screamed louder. "That was a test, a test which you failed and failed horribly! Now come with me!"
She grabbed my arm and her fingernails dug in painfully as we walked out of my closet and to a large room which was brightly lit with the typical utilitarian florescent lights and when I looked around, I saw several rows of chairs on which several boys and girls sat. They looked up at me and I felt like a small animal that several were sizing up for an attack and I felt my bladder weaken and I feared that I'd piss myself right there.
"This is the new kid Torey," Martha said. "He failed my tests, so you guys get to teach him what happens when someone fails my tests."
They all took turns screaming at me and they got literally in my face and began screaming stream after stream of cuss words at me along with many hateful things about how I'd never amount to anything and that I was a fagot and an aids-infected piece of trash. At that point, I thought in my head that Martha was right, this was Hell!
After the last kid screamed at me, I felt my bladder finally let go and I was wetting myself right there. They all saw it and were laughing. I began crying and Martha turned to me.
"You'll have to wear that for the rest of the day you know," she said. "That'll teach you to piss yourself like a damn baby. Since you've acted up and you haven't even been here for almost two hours, you'll be going to the "observation room" which is at the end of the hall straight ahead once you leave this room and are back in the hallway. You'll go in there and I'll be able to see you from a window in the center of the door and you'll lay down on the floor on your stomach for the rest of the afternoon. Your legs will be spread apart and your arms will be flat down at your sides. You will keep your face down on the floor and if you move, I'll make you suffer. Do you understand? Speak!"
"Yes mam," I replied.
Once in the small confinement room, I was on my stomach. The hard concrete was horrible and it was even more unpleasant since I could feel my wet boxers and pants against my skin from where I had pissed myself earlier. The hard floor dug painfully in to my chin and I tried moving it a little to ease up, then I heard a latch click open in the center of the door.
"You've moved your head," Martha said. "You were going to be here only for the afternoon, but you'll be staying in here for the rest of the evening. You'll actually spend the night in there. Do you understand me. Speak!"
"Y'''Y'''Yes mam," I replied.
"Move your head so that your face is on the floor right now," she ordered.
I did as she said and the latch slid shut. Later, when I dared to turn slightly to look, I would see that there was no door covering the slot and the latch was actually the window which was able to be opened for verbal communication. I began crying and tried to hold still so she wouldn't see. I just hoped that my stay here wouldn't be for too long.
After a few minutes, the door opened and I figured it was Martha. Suddenly, I felt pain explode in my head and my chin was bleeding. The fucking Bitch had hit me in the back of the head!
"I just wanted to make sure you were paying attention fagot," she said.
A couple of minutes went by, then she slammed me in the back of the head again. My chin bled faster and I hoped that she wouldn't do it again.
Chapter 3
Torey
I awoke from my memories and it was dusk out now. I got up and closed my drapes, then turned on the light. The warm illumination lighting up the room calmed me and once I sat down on the bed, I thought back to my lunch with Brandon and his friends. That made me smile and finally, the fear brought on by my dream was gone and I was relaxed now.
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Brandon
Once back home after lunch, the house was empty so I got started on cleaning up the kitchen. As I finished up with scrubbing down the sink, I heard the door open and I looked up to see Zack coming in. He smiled when he saw me and we shared a hug once the door was closed and locked.
"I'm glad to see you," I said.
"Same here bro," he replied.
"So do you have anything you have to do in the next few minutes after I get finished with the sink?" I asked.
"No," he answered.
"I just wanted to talk for a few minutes," I responded. "It's not about anything bad, it's something that might actually turn in to something if things go well."
"Sounds good," he said giving a smile that said that he figured that it was about a boy.
Once the sink was scrubbed and my hands washed, I sat on Zack's bed with him beside me. He then got up to put on some music, then sat back down beside me.
"So what's going on?" he asked.
"Well, I met someone when I was out with Dana and Austyn today," I began.
So then I told him about Torey and he smiled, then his face assumed a kind, but serious look.
"Since you were brought up right by mom and dad, I won't lecture you," he said. "Just be careful and don't get hurt."
"Thanks," I responded. "I know what you're saying to me and I'll take your advice like always. I really appreciate you looking out for me."
"It's no problem at all," he said as we shared a hug.
After we finished talking, I went back to my room to relax before mom and dad got home for the night. I read for a bit and at certain points, would pause and think about Torey. I wished he was there with me and was finding that I missed him deeply. I hoped that mom and dad would agree to have him over on Monday like he and I talked about earlier that day.
Once my dad and mom got home and settled in, we had our Mexican food. Dad made it like he said he would and it was amazing as always. After dinner was finished though, I went with my mom and dad in to the living room and talked to them about Torey. They listened and though I didn't go in to the hopes of us being more than friends, I told them about how I was hoping he could come over on Monday. They agreed and then my mom looked at me for a moment.
"You haven't said it yet," she began. "I know what you're thinking and if he's like you and if you guys become more than friends, I just want to say for you not to get hurt."
"Just remember what your mom and I always talked to you about when it comes to guys and dating," my dad added.
"Thanks," I answered. "I'll remember and when Zack and I talked earlier this afternoon, he said basically the same thing you guys are right now."
"He's right," my dad responded.
"Definitely," my mom interjected.
"And I'll definitely listen to him as well," I said.
After our discussion, I went and got showered then read for a bit longer. After finishing, I went to bed. It had been a long, but wonderful day.
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Torey
I was feeling relaxed and happy as I got in to bed after my shower. Michael sat with me and we talked about my day, then I told him how happy I was that I met Brandon and his friends. Then Michael and I talked about me being careful and I promised that I would. He hugged me, then he was off to bed and after I turned out my light, I turned on my stomach and was asleep in what seemed like seconds.
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Brandon
Sunday was a day for church and reflection on who we believed "The Lord" to be. I mentioned earlier about my dad not falling in line with strict church ideas and it wasn't just because of his unapologetic stand for homosexuality and related support of human rights for us, but also his idea of what and who he believed God to be.
For my father and soon for myself, the question wasn't if God existed or not, but if we all were contemplative or totally indifferent to the transcendent in life. For my father, the transcendent was the parts of life, such as love, tragedy and other dark and sad and at other times terrifying moments in life for which there were no words much less well-thought out means to quantify these moments. My dad taught this idea to Zack and I in simple ways at first, then as the idea caught on with us, we would question him further about it and when he saw that we were mature enough, he went in to deeper discussion. This helped me wonderfully, especially when I realized that I was gay and it helped me with knowing how I would be gay and accepting of that and also being someone who believed in a concept of God. All that being said, I was thinking about that as I walked through the doors of the church and took my place in between my mom and Zack and waited for my father to come up to the pulpit. Once he came up to the mic, he began.
"I wanted to start this morning's sermon off by talking about utopian ideas," he began. "Utopian ideas are the ones we believe can make things better usually with emphasis on keeping bad things from ever happening again.
We believed that when we went in to Iraq to find the so-called weapons of mass destruction, that we'd be ridding the country of weapons of mass destruction then after we were seen as the liars we were in that idea, we changed the story and said that the people needed to be liberated from an evil doer, to take a word from George W. Busch. We failed to realize the reality that evil can't be fought and destroyed through evil. We thought that the War on Terror would destroy all evil off the globe and that victory was just one more bomb, gunshot or missile away. We lost touch with the reality of the fact that just because we have within ourselves the dark side of human nature which drives us to do harm, doesn't give us the right to do harm.
In utopian schemes, we believe that we can make a better world and those who join us are good. Those who speak realistically or who disagree with our ideas are either made to think like us, or are pushed out of the group, possibly even killed for their dissent. Terror and abuse, either emotionally, physically or sexually are the Bastard children of utopian thinking. Unfortunately, we live in a society who's norm it is to feed off of these kind of ideas. We've had utopian ideas take shape in the form of enslaving our people, Jim Crow, The Cold War, The Christian Right and their attempts to block abortion rights and most if not all civil rights for people who are GLBT and we've also had the criminal wars of egression in Afghanistan and Iraq within the phrase "The War on Terror" which has caused more damage both to our people and to the people over there and for a horrible idea that won't go away.
Unfortunately for us now, there's a new threat from people within fundamentalist Christian circles that is causing harm to our children. This is what some of us opposing this movement call "The Troubled Teen Industry" and it looks as bad as any of the other utopian ideas which have formed in our society over the years. Within The Troubled Teen Industry, exist, various boarding schools, wilderness programs and other behavior modification schools who claim that they can help your kids be better, or to be the "Perfect Child". These schools and camps can run over almost $5000.00 a month and most parents almost bankrupt themselves to keep paying the programs. At these places, kids are often forced to run, exercise beyond what they can tolerate, forced to act out rape done to them in their past between them and another classmate with the classmate doing the verbal actions of the abuser as well as being deprived of food and various other horrors.
Getting the child to one of these places is more disturbing. Most parents get what's called a "Teen Escort Service" to drive their child from their house to the school or camp. They drive them directly to the school, or if the school is far enough away, the escorts drive them to the airport and ride with the child on the plain to the school or camp. When the parents pay the escorts to come and get their kid, they're told to pay $1,600.00 or over $2000.00 to get them to come and get the child. Once the payment is agreed to, the escorts tell the parent to not tell the child they're coming since they like the element of surprise and they usually can get the child to come with them after a few minutes once the child sees that there's no way out. The escorts drive to the child's house and they make sure to get there in the early-morning hours usually between 2:00 A.M. or 4:00 A.M. while the child is still asleep. This makes the child easier to break down so that they can get them out of the house, in to the van and to the school.
This can be as traumatizing if not more so, than the experience at the school itself and kids who survived their ordeals at these places say that they didn't know what was happening when the men would take them away. Some thought that the house was being burglarized until the men told the child who they were and what was going to happen. When kids are taken to the transport vans, they're usually restrained. This also dials up the fear and terror for them.
Deaths have also occurred at these places. One notable case was the case of Aaron Bacon who was sent to a place called "North Star Expeditions" back in the 1990s when his parents were trying to get him off drugs. Despite his drug use and activities with gangs, he had deep empathy for others and cared deeply for people around him, both friends and family. While at North Star, he was forced to run in weather conditions that were cold and weren't fit for most people, especially a 16-year-old child such as him! He survived for 30 days with only a cooked scorpion and a can of peaches for nourishment. When he complained about pain in his stomach, weakness and problems with defecating and not even feeling it until it was too late, his complaints were dismissed as him faking so he could get out of the program. Finally on the 30TH day he died. A paramedic checked him out a few days before his death and said he was well enough to continue on the hike. Aside from that negligible medical visit, no one helped him at all. Kids laughed at him along with the three adults. They called him gay most of the time and told him to quit faking. Another thing to take note of, is the fact that the three adults who were watching over the kids and over Aaron were in only their early twenties.
Once Aaron was autopsied and his parents were able to look at him, his mother said that the incision they did to perform the autopsy was the best looking part of him. Other kids at the camp said that he looked like a concentration camp victim in his last couple of days of life. When the autopsy results came in, it was determined that he died of a severe infection in his abdomen from an abscess that must have happened on one of the hikes. Had he received treatment, he would have probably survived. All of this horror and death and for what! So a group of utopian Bastards could have a child who was perfect and well-behaved! I would argue that what these sons of Bitches are really saying, is that they don't want children getting in the way! So they do this to our children, but more importantly, we allow it to happen! We allow ourselves to be easily manipulated to accept this horror of The Troubled Teen Industry" and we just assume that what the mainstream media say about one or two deaths at these places are true, that these are isolated incidents in otherwise wonderful and loving places. We have the worsed attitude as a society when it comes to children. We assume that they're born evil and with beatings and slaps across the face, that they'll straighten up!
We reduce boys, more so when they get in to their teens as horny walking talking erections who can't pay attention to anything but sex! We reduce teen girls down to walking talking constantly lubricated vaginas and we dismiss their desires to have a boyfriend as them just being loose out-of-control sluts and amoral little whores!
We tell boys and girls alike that if they don't straighten up and be good virtuous kids, then they can just wait and see what we have in store for them! We trash their minds and kill them in the name of this idea of a society with children who are only well-behaved, then who grow up in to these same adults! We kill them spiritually with every hateful word, with every slap and with every kick in their legs or wherever we decide to land the blow, then we kill them physically!
I dare all of you, each and every single one of you in this congregation this morning to lift your hand in support of this ideology and this industry if you agree with it! Lift your hand in support, if you really support it! You all, every one of you try and tell me that you understand this ideology and this hate!"
No one spoke, no one even moved. I was sitting there with my eyes glued to my father. He wasn't screaming and shouting like the preachers on TV, but he was loud and I knew that unlike the TV idiots, my dad's anger was real. I continued to sit and wait, finally, he spoke once again.
"That's what I thought!" he went on. "I knew none of you when confronted with this industry for what it really is would have the heart or morals to condone it!
In the news, some people who are horrified by these places speak of regulating them with better oversight, as if these places went too far and that if they had better rules, then deaths such as the one of Aaron Bacon wouldn't happen! I call that as the bullshit that it is! This would be like going over to Iraq and trying to sit down the leaders of Isis and telling them that if they wouldn't cut peoples' heads off and if they wouldn't take girls as sex slaves then they'd be a worth-while and maybe even beneficial organization! There's nothing when you cut through their ideology that makes them redeemable for any reason! The same goes for The Troubled Teen Industry, to talk of regulations implies that The Troubled Teen Industry is doing good, aside from a couple of bad people and the same goes for Isis if we tried to talk of regulations for them! Whether it be The Troubled Teen Industry or Isis, the people within these organizations are criminals and criminals only! For all of their high and noble ideals, they're just criminals and nihilistic Bastards who destroy life! They are just abusers, torturers and above all, murderers who deserve to be isolated from their society by way of prison!
The Bible clearly warns of worshiping false idols! It says that you shall not worship false idols and that you must not serve other Gods! They weren't talking about making sure not to worship other religions or other Gods of said religions; they were talking about worshiping power, money, greed and other things in life that cheapen or even destroy life! These people who run The Troubled Teen Industry are blinded by their idolatry and love of power and the same goes for Isis and other terrorist groups! The terrorists as well as The Troubled Teen Industry have worshiped for years now, the golden calf and we are in need more than can be said in words, for a Moses to come down among them and smash it to dust and end this horror!
It's up to us to speak out! Most of you, maybe even all of you in this room today might not have known about The Troubled Teen Industry before, or at least not in the way I described it right now, but now you do! It's understandable that you might be shocked for a few minutes or a couple of days at the horrors of which I've made you aware, but going forward, you can't from here on out say that you didn't know should you ever meet a child who was a victim of these prisons! To do this, is to ignore all that I said and to turn your back on children and to have no regard for them as our brothers and sisters in this world and to also forgo this work is to not obey the commandment of The Lord to love everyone among us!
Dostoyevsky once said that the world is like an ocean and if we touch it in one place, then it ripples in another! I believe this with all of my soul! If you believe this also, then how are you going to go forward after we're finished here today? Are you going to believe the lies and bullshit from The Mainstream Media about this industry of thugs and criminals, or are you going to actively fight against these murderers and this industry wherever and whenever you learn of them harming our children? That's my question and I hope your answer will be one that makes the lives of children and of us all ripple in a loving and life-affirming way. In the name of Jesus I conclude this sermon, amen!"
We all said amen and everyone, myself included were wiping our eyes. What my dad said was terrifying, but at the same time, his passion moved us all in that room. After I put my tissues in my pocket and made sure my tears were finished, I looked up as my dad came from the pulpit. He blessed everyone, then we concluded the service.
Once back home, we got to work on Sunday dinner. I helped with chopping vegetables and Zack helped with getting the steaks seasoned and my dad helped with getting the potatoes ready since we were having baked potatoes along with the mixed vegetables and steak. My mom would cook the meat and the rest, but we wanted and were expected to help so we did.
After I finished with my task, I sat down at the table and my mom turned from her own task.
"Before you and Zack got up this morning to get ready for church," she started. "Your dad and I talked."
"If you want to call Torey and see if he wants to come over from 12:00 P.M. to 7:00 P.M. tomorrow, than we'd be happy to have him," my dad added.
"We picked that time, since we could have him over so he could also eat with us for dinner if he wants and if Michael is okay with it," my mom interjected.
"Yeah!" I said happily. "I'll check with him and get it set up if he's able to do that time! Thanks!"
"You're welcome," they both said.
I went to my room after making sure they were fine without me for a moment and I felt my face tight with the huge smile that was stuck there. I then saw my brother at the door and I looked up.
"His boyfriend's coming over tomorrow!" he said in an almost girlish and overly-excited voice.
"Shut up," I said laughing. "He's not my boyfriend, at least not yet. Seriously though, I don't have really anything but my feelings to know whether or not he's gay like me."
Zack laughed and backed away then looked at me.
"I just couldn't resist giving you shit," he said smiling. "Seriously though, I hope you guys can be good friends and if he is bi or actually gay then I definitely hope that you guys can be happy together."
"Thanks, so do I," I replied.
He left to go back to his room and I made the call. I waited, then the phone picked up.
"Hello?" his lovely voice sounded in my ear.
"Torey?" I began. "It's Brandon from Yesterday."
"Brandon!" he said happily. "How's it going!"
"I'm fine," I replied. "What about you? How was your night last night and your day today?"
"I had a good night last night and my day went well today," he answered.
After talking a few more minutes about what he was doing today, I told him about what my parents had said.
"I'll put the phone down and let Michael know what's going on," he said. "I'll be right back and will let you know what he tells me."
I waited for a minute or two, then he was back.
"He's fine with it!" he said and I could picture in my mind's eye, the smile he had on his face.
"Cool!" I said and tried not to shout in to the phone.
We talked for a few more minutes, then he let me know that it was time for them to eat. I said that I'd see him tomorrow and after closing my phone, I put it on the bedside table and went to let my parents know that Torey and I talked and that Michael gave him permission to come and visit me the next day.
After talking with them, it was time to eat. I sat down and my father lead us in prayer, then we began eating. It was wonderful as always and we talked as we ate. As we had dinner that night, I remember feeling so safe and so loved as I sat there with my brother, mom and dad.
As the dinner went on though, I began thinking about my dad's sermon that morning and all of its meanings. I couldn't rid my mind of the thought that while I was here enjoying my family and our dinner, that somewhere out there, a boy or girl my own age was being beaten or tortured in some similar form in a troubled-teen center, or if not at the center, then they were on their way to one of those places and the fact that while I was here among family and safety, they were alone, restrained and scared. I tried to ignore that thought and concentrate on dinner as well as the conversation we were all enjoying. Finally though, the thought left and we finished dinner and I helped with cleaning up, then I got showered and after saying good night to Zack and my parents, I went to my room for the night to read.
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Torey
After I finished dinner, I went back to my room and I showered. I took a quick one and after getting in to my boxers and t-shirt, I lay on my bed reading. I missed Brandon and wished he was with me. No one had ever really been as nice to me in my life as he had been as well as his friends. Michael was good to me as well and I knew that I would always love Michael, but as a father figure and he had been kind to me as well, but it was wonderful and made me feel loved that finally, a person my own age for the first time in my life was actually treating me not only like a person who mattered, but like someone he truly cared about.
After I finished reading, I turned on my side and was still in my thoughts, then I heard knocking on my door.
I asked who it was and it was Michael. I told him he could come in, as the door was unlocked and he came in.
"Do you mind if I sit down with you?" he asked.
"No," I replied. "I don't mind."
He sat on the foot of my bed and I moved my feet away so he had room. He looked at me and I waited to see if he was going to say anything at that moment.
"So are you excited about going over to see Brandon tomorrow?" he asked.
"Yeah," I said smiling. "I'm really excited about that."
"I'm excited for you," he responded. "This is part of what we want to see and what I like to see when one of the kids gets to this point where they're getting out in the world and making friends for the first time or making friends again,". I wanted to remind you though, to not forget to call me if you get scared and if they can't calm you down. I know we've talked about that throughout the day, but I wanted to say that again."
"I remember," I replied. "I won't forget."
"Good," he said.
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Michael
I sat there after we stopped talking and just watched him for a moment. He lay there with his arms folded against his chest on his side and his feet slightly back behind him. I figured he might be cold and I moved to let him get the covers. He put them over himself and then I sat back down and looked at him again.
"I'm really proud of you Torey," I said and leaned over to hug him.
"Thanks," he said and smiled.
"You're coming a long way," I went on. "Actually though, you have come a long way so far and I'm really happy for you. I hope you continue to do well and that things keep getting better and better for you."
"Thanks," he said. "So do I."
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Torey
After Michael and I separated from our hug, I said good night to him and he did the same. He got up off the bed after giving me another hug, and walked towards the door. He looked at me for a moment, then went out, closing the door softly behind him.
Now in the darkness, I began thinking of Brandon again. I thought about how cute he was and how sexy his smile was. I began getting hard and I knew I had to take care of things. I hadn't in a couple of days and I was feeling the effects of it, so I moved the blankets and sheet down to the foot of the bed and got up. I locked the door to my bedroom and walked back over to the bed. I removed my shirt and boxers and now I was naked in the darkness with the cool air caressing my skin and making me shiver and tingle, some of it was felt in my nipples which were hardening quickly, but the rest was all over my body and traveling in to my balls and cock which were throbbing and stiff as iron now.
Laying on my bed now, I spread my legs and began playing a little more with my nipples. I gently pinched them, rubbed around them in quick circles, then lightly pulled on them. My nipples had always seemed to be hard-wired to my cock and my cock was twitching and leaking badly now. I then began using my hands and allowed them to roam up and down my stomach stimulating every single sensitive spot and I was imagining Brandon doing that to me. I moaned softly and then began brushing my fingers up and down both sides and then I took my cock in my left hand and rubbed it softly and smeared the sweet precum all over the head.
"Damn, that's great!" I said softly and my breathing got heavier.
I used my right hand to caress and lightly brush against my balls which only strengthened the feelings running through and overwhelming my body. The image of Brandon over top of me doing that got stronger and I was getting closer to the edge.
"Oh yeah Brandon!" I yelled. "Yeah, that's so good!"
After another moment of quick and frantic stroking up and down, I felt it coming at me! My body stiffened up tightly and my ass involuntarily thrust up in the air as I came more forcefully than I had ever known!
"OOoooooohhhhhhh fucking hell!" I screamed as my cum slammed out of my cock and all over my stomach, chest, arm and face!
I was a mess and then I fell back on the bed drained and exhausted, but also satisfied. I then cleaned up and deciding to forgo the boxers, I got naked under the covers and fell quickly asleep.
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Brandon
In my bed now, I lay there naked and after stimulating every sensitive spot on my chest, especially my nipples then the spots on my stomach and sides, I began stroking slowly, then more quickly.
All the while I had been pleasuring myself, I had been picturing Torey doing that to me, all of it. I was on fire now and I felt myself getting closer and closer to the edge. Then one thought I had in the beginning came back to me, which was that I had thought about if Torey was doing the same in his own bed. Little did I know until he told me much later that as I was jacking my cock, he was doing the same right at that moment!
After I pictured Torey going down on my cock with his body draped over my stomach, I felt my orgasm hit like a series of fireworks! I turned my head to the side and pressed my mouth hard in to my pillow and let out a loud scream as my cum shot out of my cock and landed all over my hand, my stomach, chest and on my arm attached to the hand that was stroking and bringing me so much pleasure!
"Fuck yeah Torey!" I said through gritted teeth as I pictured him taking all of my load down his throat!
Ever since I learned to jack off and learned about guys doing various sexual things with one another, I was always turned on badly by the thought of having a guy suck my cock and then take every drop of my load and me fucking his mouth as I came and then holding his head in place! I loved that and if Torey and I ended up together, I couldn't wait to do that with him, if he wanted me to that is.
After a few minutes of laying there coming down from my orgasmic high, I took my boxers and cleaned up. Once all the cum was wiped up, I put my boxers in the hamper and got naked in to bed and pulled up the covers and was asleep in minutes thinking of my sweet Torey all of that evening as I slept.
Author's Notes
In Chapter four, Brandon and Torey get together and have their Monday together. In that chapter, they'll get to know one another a little more and will get closer as friends. So everyone keep an eye out for that and I'll see you guys in Chapter four.