“Are you ready?” I nodded my head. Dr. Lucas was going to remove the bandages from around my eyes. I had mentally been preparing myself for the possibility that I might not be able to see; but now that the time had arrived, I was scared shitless.
I felt Brent reach for my left hand and hold it. My mother gripped my right. After several days of being only aware of touch, I had become familiar with who was with me. My father was off to my right, standing behind my mother. He had been speaking words of encouragement.
“It’s going to be all right, Son,” I heard him say several times as the doctor continued to remove the gauze from my face. Dr. Bowman had arrived just minutes earlier, and he had spent a few moments alone with me.
“If your eyesight is still damaged,” he informed, “then I will take you immediately into the operating room. It is not uncommon to have to do surgery a second time.”
“Will I be able to see?” I asked nervously.
“We will know soon enough,” he replied as he walked away and returned minutes later with Dr. Lucas and my family. Soon enough had finally arrived.
“Now close your eyes tightly,” warned Dr. Lucas. “The light might be painful at first.”
I felt the gauze being removed from my face. Brent and my mother squeezed my hand tightly. My heart started pounding when I realized that I could see light through my tightly shut eyelids.
“Can you sense light?” Dr. Bowman asked. I nodded my head. I heard my mother begin to cry. Brent squeezed my hand tighter.
“I don’t want you to open your eyes yet.” He was feeling around my face. “Now, very slowly, I want you to open your left eye, but just slightly.” I did as he said, and light rushed into my eye. I turned and could vaguely see Brent peering down at me. I squeezed his hand tightly, as tears welled up in my eyes.
“Did you see light?” he asked hopefully. I nodded my head once again.
“Excellent,” Dr. Bowman remarked excitedly. “Now do the same with your right eye.” I opened it slightly, and again I could see light. This time I could make out the image of my father standing to the right of the bed.”
“Dad,” I cried. He reached out, grabbed my hand and placed his over my mother’s hand.
“I’m here, Son,” he said softly. “Everything’s going to be all right.” I nodded and closed my eyes again.
“Were you able to see your father?” Dr. Bowman asked. I nodded, as I could feel tears running down my face.
“Excellent,” he replied. “Now, close your eyes. I don’t want you to open them too suddenly.” I could see the light from his small flashlight moving from one eye to the next as he examined me. Over the next few minutes, he slowly had me opening my eyes. My vision was slightly blurred, but at least I was able to see. He assured me that my eyesight would improve within a few days.
“You’re a very lucky young man,” he said. “I don’t think you’ll have any permanent damage. The surgery seems to have gone well.”
I couldn’t keep my eyes open for too long, because they were still very sensitive to light. After Dr. Bowman was satisfied, he closed the curtains, and then turned off the overhead light.
“I want everyone to leave now,” he insisted. “Artie needs his rest.”
Everyone kissed me goodbye, leaving me alone in my room. I cried briefly, relieved that I could see once again. I finally drifted off to a peaceful sleep.
I awoke later when the door opened. I squinted my eyes as the light came rushing in. After a few seconds, I was able to focus on the figure in the doorway.
“How are you feeling?” Detective Armstrong asked. I couldn’t figure out what he was doing in my room. He had just questioned me yesterday.
“I’m feeling much better,” I replied.
“Yes,” he said. “The doctor told me all about your eyesight returning. That is wonderful news.”
He stood at the head of my bed looking down at me. He then cleared his throat before speaking again.
“We found Calvin Whitaker,” he informed me.
“Did you arrest him?” I asked.
“Not exactly,” he replied. Once again, I became uncomfortable under his stare.
“We found him beaten up in an alley,” he said. “He’s downstairs in surgery right now.”
“I wish I could say I was sorry,” I remarked sarcastically. After what he had done to me, I was glad that someone had given him a taste of his own medicine.
He pulled out a small pad and thumbed through it. “Do you know a Jared England?”
I sat up quickly and squinted at him. He studied my reaction. “Yeah,” I said. “Why?”
“We just arrested him for felony assault on Calvin.”
“That’s impossible!” I shouted. “Jared wouldn’t hurt anyone!”
“Just before he went into surgery, Calvin told me that Jared England is the one who beat him up.”
I lay back on my bed. It was hard to comprehend what Detective Armstrong had just told me. Jared is such a great guy. I couldn’t imagine him hurting anyone. Then I remembered him telling me he would do anything to keep Brent and me safe.
“Did you tell Jared that Calvin beat you up?” He stared down at me, awaiting my answer.
“No,” I replied. I felt reasonably sure I hadn’t said anything to him, but I wasn’t sure. I had a vague recollection of him coming in my room and whispering in my ear. I couldn’t remember if he had actually done it, or if I had dreamed it.
“Perhaps you told Brent, and he told Jared,” he suggested.
“I don’t remember telling anyone who did this, except you,” I replied. Again, I couldn’t remember if I had mentioned it to Brent. I had been heavily sedated for several days; so much of my memory was a blur.
“Right now then, I have to go with what I have,” he said. “I’m taking him to the station for questioning. If you remember anything more, let me know. Your mother has my number.” He patted me on my leg, and then he left the room.
About fifteen minutes later, Brent entered the room, followed by his parents and my mother.
“Did you hear what happened?” he asked excitedly. “The police just arrested Jared for beating up Cal.”
“Detective Armstrong told me,” I said. “Is he going to be all right?” I looked over at Mr. England. He had a worried look on his face.
“They arrested him in the lobby a few minutes ago,” Mr. England replied. “Your father immediately jumped in and told the officers he was representing Jared. He went downtown to the station to be with him. . Brent wanted to see you again before we left.”
I felt relieved knowing that Dad was with Jared. If anyone could help him, it was my father.
“Do you think he did it?” I looked questioningly into Brent’s eyes. He didn’t even have to give me an answer. I could read it in his face.
“I think we should get downtown,” said Mr. England quickly. Brent leaned in and gave me a kiss on the forehead before heading out the door with his parents.
“Did the police say anything when they arrested Jared?” I asked my mother. She pulled up a chair and sat down beside my bed.
“Your father told Jared not to say anything,” she replied. “He’ll sort this out. He’s an extremely good attorney.” I noticed a tone of pride in her voice. I looked over at her and grinned.
“Don’t even think it, Mister,” she said quickly.
“What?” I replied playfully.
“Your father and I have a lot of things to discuss if he’s coming back home.”
“If?” I asked hopefully. “You mean there’s a possibility?”
“We’ll just have to wait and see,” she replied.
“Yes!” I shouted. I looked at her and started grinning. Soon, she let a small smile curl on her lips. I could tell by her reaction that she was beginning to forgive my father. I was really hoping that they could work things out and that dad could return home.
The next few hours passed by exceptionally slow. My mother tried to talk to me, but I couldn’t stop thinking about Jared. I felt badly because I was the one who had caused him to be in the situation he was in. If he hadn’t been trying to protect me, then he wouldn’t be facing a serious felony charge.
“It’s going to be all right,” she assured me. “Let your father handle this. It’s not going to do you any good worrying about it.”
“What if he goes to jail because of me?” I asked worriedly.
“I know you don’t want to hear this,” she responded, “but he should have let the police handle it.”
“I guess you’re right,” I said. “I just can’t help feeling responsible.”
I drifted off to sleep for about an hour, before the door opening and several people rushing in awakened me. Leading the way was Jared, followed by Brent, my father and Brent’s parents. Everyone had a smile plastered on his or her faces.
“Jared!” I screamed. “Are you all right?”
“Never better, Little Brother.” He leaned down and kissed me on my forehead.
“I heard the good news,” he smiled. “You can see again.” Brent walked up beside him and grinned down at me.
“Would someone tell me what is going on?” I shouted.
“Your Dad is great!” Brent exclaimed. “He got Jared off.”
I looked at my father and he was blushing. Mr. England threw his arm around his shoulder and smiled.
I shouted loudly, “What in the hell is everyone talking about?”
“Language, Young Man,” admonished my mother. “Rudolph, what in the hell is going on?” Everyone in the room broke out in laughter.
“When we got to the police station,” began Mr. England, “they still had Jared in custody. Your father was with him, and they let me sit in on the questioning. Jared tried to explain to them that he had encountered Calvin in an alley and was trying to get him to surrender to the police.”
“But Detective Armstrong said he assaulted Cal,” I said. “He said you beat the shit out of him.” I looked up at Jared.
“I did,” he admitted, “but it was self-defense.”
“Self-defense?” I asked.
“Yeah,” said Brent excitedly. “Cal pulled a knife on Jared. Unfortunately for Cal, Jared has a brown belt in karate.”
“Why didn’t you tell the police that?” I asked.
“I did after talking to your father,” he said. “Your father insisted that the police to go back to the scene and look for the knife. They found it about twenty feet away, where I had kicked it out of his hand.”
“How come you beat him up so bad?” I asked. It seemed like after Jared had kicked the knife away then the fight would be over.
“He came at me,” Jared said. “I warned him I knew karate, but he wanted to take me on anyway. That was his second mistake.”
“His second mistake?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he grinned. “His first mistake was messing with you.”
“How bad did you hurt him?” I was curious if his injuries were anything like mine.
“Not sure,” he said. “I went easy on him. He can handle a guy like you; but when he meets someone his size, then he’s nothing but a punk.”
“I’m really happy for you,” I said. “I was worried about you.”
“You had nothing to be worried about,” he assured me. “Your dad was great. He intimidated the hell out of the police. I have to be honest- I was scared. But he took control and I was out in no time.”
I looked over at my father and smiled. My eyes widened when I noticed that he and my mother were holding hands.
I was released from the hospital three days later. Dr. Lucas wanted to make sure that there was no permanent damage done to me. It seemed as if I was constantly being taken down for Xrays and cat scans.
I asked Beverly, one of the nurses I had come to know very well, if she knew anything about Cal. She said that he had come in with a concussion, a broken arm and some major bruising. The doctor had kept him overnight, but he was released the next morning. She said he was still in a lot of pain when Detective Armstrong took him out in handcuffs.
The doctor told me I would be released early Friday morning. My father arrived around nine. I was disappointed because Brent hadn’t come with him; but then I remembered it was a school day. The doctor wanted me to stay home one week before returning to school. My vision was still a little blurry when I tried to read. Brent had already been bringing me my class work while I was in the hospital, so he said it wouldn’t be a problem to do it one more week.
He told me that many students had been asking about me. Though many students disapproved of Brent and my relationship, they disliked brutality even more. He said many seemed genuinely concerned about me.
I laughed when he told me about Marcus Shivington winning the lottery at school. It seems that many of the guys had bet on how long it would take for someone to mess with Brent or me, and thus meet the wrath of Jared. Marcus walked away with $265! The next time I see him, I’m going to tell him that half the money should be Brent’s and mine.
Tears welled up in my eyes when the nursing staff came in and gave me a big teddy bear with gauze wrapped around its eyes. After a final examination of my eyes, Dr. Armstrong told me I was free to go. I wanted to walk downstairs, but I was told I would have to go down in a wheelchair. I thought it was stupid, since nothing was wrong with my legs.
On the way home, I questioned my father about returning home, but he seemed to want to avoid the subject. I had been hopeful when I saw him and my mother holding hands. They also seemed to be more comfortable around each other when they had visited the past few days. Once, they even left me alone while they went down to have lunch together.
“Is Mom at home?” I asked as we drove along in silence. I couldn’t figure out why he wasn’t saying much. Usually, we would talk nonstop.
“She was when I left,” he said.
“What do you mean, when you left?” I asked. I looked over at him, but he was staring straight ahead.
“I had to stop by and get you some clothes,” he reminded me.
“Oh, yeah.” My heart sunk. For just a moment, I had hoped that he had returned home.
I was glad when we pulled into the driveway. It felt good to finally be home. I was looking forward to sleeping in my bed at night. At least I could get a good night’s sleep without a nurse coming into the room and waking me up every hour. Once, a nurse even woke me up to give me a sleeping pill. Was that really necessary?
“You go ahead, Son,” my father said as I got out of the car. “I’ll get your things.”
I walked up the front porch and opened the door. “SURPRISE!” A chorus of shouting stunned me. People filled the living room. I stood and looked around the room. Brent stepped from behind some people and walked over to me.
“Surprise!” he said as he kissed me on the lips in front of everyone. I stepped back and looked at him.
“This is all your doing, isn’t it?” He blushed and looked down at the floor.
“Are you mad?” he asked
“How can I be mad at you?” I quickly returned the kiss. Suddenly, everyone in the room began to approach me and give me hugs. Linda and Amber were the first to put their arms around me. I was surprised when Bert and Ryan approached holding hands.
I asked, “Does this mean?”
“Yeah.” Ryan grinned. “We got tired of sneaking around. Everyone’s cool with it. Those that aren’t...”
“We’ll kick their ass.” Bert finished with a laugh.
“Hey, Little Brother!” Jared walked up and pulled me into a bear hug. Beside him was Rachel Amos, head cheerleader. Rumor had it that head cheerleader had more than one meaning.
I was surprised to see Dr. Ashe approach me. “How are you feeling, Artie?”
“Are you on the clock?” I laughed. “If not, then I’m doing good.”
“That’s wonderful,” she exclaimed. She reached out and gave me a huge hug.
My mother and grandmother came out of the kitchen carrying an enormous cake. It read, “Welcome Home.” Tears formed in my eyes when everyone started applauding.
“Speech!” Jared shouted from across the room.
I started to say something, but tears started streaming down my face. Brent walked over, took my hand, and led me from the room. He took me down the hall to my room. Once inside he closed the door and locked it.
“Welcome home,” he said as he pulled me into him and kissed me passionately. “I’ve missed you so much.”
“Mmmm,” I purred into his mouth. I reached down and started rubbing his erect cock.
“Not now,” he said as he pulled my hand away. “Tonight.” He looked at me and wiggled his eyebrows.”
“You’re spending the night?” I asked hopefully.
“Yes,” he said. “Tomorrow is Saturday, so Dad said I could stay with you tonight.” Once again, he leaned in and kissed me.
After a minute, he pulled away and took my hand. “We better get back to your party. Everyone will think we’re doing something if we stay here much longer.”
“Let them think what they want,” I said as I kissed him again.
“Later.” Brent kissed his finger and then placed it to my lips.
“Later,” I said as I followed him back into the living room.
The next few hours were very enjoyable. My mother had our neighbor, who has a catering service, prepare food for us. We gorged ourselves on fried chicken, mashed potatoes, green beans, salad and hot apple pie.
Jared acted as DJ. He went to my room and sifted through my CD collection until he found music suitable for dancing. Dad and Mr. England moved the living room furniture back, making a small dance floor.
I couldn’t believe the fun I was having. It felt so good to be able to dance openly with Brent. Amber and Linda, as well as Bert and Ryan, seemed to be having an equally good time.
Jared turned down the lights, and then he played a slow song. Brent walked over and took me in his arms as we danced slowly around the room. Bert had his head on Ryan’s shoulder. He had his eyes closed, but he opened them and saw me looking at them. He gave me a quick wink, and then closed his eyes and continued dancing in Ryan’s arms.
I watched as Jared held Rachel in his arms, grinding his body seductively into her. Once when he pulled away, I saw an enormous tent in his pants. Rachel reached down and rubbed it, as he continued to sway against her.
Everyone started laughing when Randy danced with Dr. Ashe. She had stooped over and was trying to teach him the fox trot. She kept yelping out as he stepped on her feet several times.
Tears formed in my eyes when I turned and saw my mother and father dancing together. My mother had her head on my father’s chest as he was quietly whispering something into her ear. She looked up and kissed him on the lips. Brent, noticing the tears in my eyes, looked over at them. He pulled me tighter, kissing me on my cheek.
“It looks like they’ve made up,” he whispered.
“Yeah,” I replied tearfully.
The party broke up around ten, when it began thundering outside. My father turned on the Weather Channel, and it appeared a large storm was heading our way. Everyone wanted to get home before it hit.
After saying goodnight to my mother and father, Brent and I walked exhaustively to my room. Before entering my room, I peeked down the hall and saw my father following my mother into their bedroom. A huge smile formed on my face.
“What is it?” Brent asked, noticing my happy mood.
“Nothing,” I replied. “Everything is perfect.” I leaned in and kissed him gently. “Just perfect.”
I took his hand and led him to the center of the room. For days I had thought of how I wanted to show Brent the love I was feeling for him. He had stayed with me the entire week I was in the hospital, and he had given me enormous support. I truly wanted to show him how much I cared about him.
“Come here,” I said seductively. He walked over and stood before me. I leaned down and once again kissed him. He moaned into my mouth. He started to shudder when I nibbled on his chin, before letting my tongue run across his cheek, and then lick him on his neck.
“Oh God, Artie,” he moaned. I lifted his arms and then removed his shirt. Once again, I started licking him down his chest, finding first his right nipple, and then his left. I sucked gently on each as he moaned loudly.
“Shhhhh,” I giggled. “Not only are Mom, Dad and Randy going to know what we are doing, but so is the whole neighborhood.”
“I can’t help it,” he whispered. “You’re making me feel so good.”
“I can make you feel better,” I remarked seductively. I then led him over to the bed and had him sit on the edge. I pulled off his shoes and socks, and then rubbed his feet. He lay back on the bed and purred like a kitten.
He jumped slightly, when I reached up and took the waistband of his shorts and underwear, and slowly removed them. His cock was so hard; it was difficult to pull his clothes over it. It jutted out, once it was released from its confines.
After removing his pants, I opened his legs, and then began licking on his thighs. He started giggling, telling me it tickled. He moaned when I took his balls in my mouth and sucked gently on them. I then ran my tongue up the length of his cock, and took the head into my mouth. He hissed, and I could tell he was trying to hold back an orgasm.
He threw his head back on the bed when I engulfed his cock in my mouth. I reveled in the hardness and texture. I had thought of this moment for a month, and now I was finally getting my first taste of Brent. I was determined that his first time would be something he would never forget.
I could tell by the muted sounds he was making that he was enjoying it immensely. He took the pillow from the bed and covered his face with it, trying to muffle the noises he was making. I continued to take his cock deeper and deeper into my mouth. He was thrusting his body upward to meet me.
Suddenly, he pulled the pillow from his face and moaned loudly, “I’m going to cum, Artie.” He tried to pull my mouth away, but I gently removed his hand. I wanted to taste him. I wanted him to be a part of me.
Within seconds, I felt his cock expand, and then he began shooting his warm cum into my mouth. Surprisingly, it didn’t have much of a taste. I was afraid it would be bitter, but it didn’t have an unpleasant taste. I swallowed quickly. I knew from watching him as we had jacked off many time together, what to expect. He usually had two large spurts and then several smaller ones. He continued to pump his cock into my mouth, as I took his final small loads.
His body then became limp on the bed. I looked up and watched his chest slowly heaving as he began to come down from the sexual high I had given him. I slowly took his withering cock from my mouth, and then scooted up beside him.
He leaned into me, and kissed me deeply. He explored my mouth with his tongue, licking at the remnants of his orgasm. I moaned and thrust my body into his.
“Give me a minute,” he mumbled as he lay on his back. I looked down and admired his naked, satisfied body lying beside me. His small cock was now limp. I reached down and rubbed it, playing with the cum that still was slightly leaking from the head.
“God, Artie,” he said. “That was fantastic. Where did you learn to do that?”
“I don’t know,” I giggled. “I’ve been thinking about it for a month. Did it feel good?”
“It’s something I’ll never forget,” he replied. I smiled knowingly to myself. I guess I had accomplished my mission.
He sat up and smiled. “Your turn now.”
“You don’t have to, if you don’t want to,” I said.
“I want to,” he replied. “But I’m not sure if I can be as good as you.”
He slowly stripped me, as I had him. I don’t think my cock had ever been so hard. I thought I was going to explode before he even touched me.
He leaned in and nibbled on my neck. I could tell he wanted to repeat the movements I had done to him. Instead of sucking on my skin, he let his tongue gently move across my body. I began to get goose bumps from the intense feelings he was giving me.
I closed my eyes as he gently ran his tongue down my chest. When he got to my pubes, he gently pulled on them with his lips. I moaned, and thrust my body upward. Sensing that I couldn’t hold out much longer, he took my cock in his mouth and started to suck me.
“Damn, Brent.” I moaned, “I can’t hold it.” I was surprised when he sucked me deeply, just as my first shot entered his mouth. He started gagging, and took my cock from his mouth. He gripped it tightly in his hand and continued to stroke me until I subsided.
He then moved up beside me and buried his head in my shoulder. I put my arms around him and held him tightly.
“Feel good?” He mumbled into my chest as I squeezed him tighter.
“You have no idea,” I replied as I kissed him on his forehead. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.” He lifted his head and our lips met. I kissed him deeply, never wanting the moment to end.
Outside, we could hear the storm approaching. Lightning was filling the room with light, followed by loud booms of thunder. I pulled the covers over us, and held Brent. Occasionally, he would jump when a loud clap of thunder would hit. He nestled his naked body against mine, and soon both of us were sound asleep.
“Boys!” shouted my father from outside the door. “You’d better get up.” Brent stirred against me as I looked over at the alarm clock. It was almost noon. The storm must have passed, but I could still hear a gentle rain hitting against the window.
“Good Morning,” I said as Brent slowly opened his eyes. I could feel his erection pressing against my leg. I reached down and stroked it. “Morning wood,” I laughed.
“Morning pee,” he announced as he jumped out of bed and ran naked across the hall into the bathroom. I started getting dressed while he was away. He returned a few minutes later, wiping his sleepy eyes.
He walked over and wrapped his arms around me, and then pulled my head down into a kiss.
“Thank you for last night,” he said. I could see tears starting to form in his eyes. “It was wonderful.”
“Yes it was,” I replied before returning his kiss.
“Boys!” My mother shouted this time. “Lunch is ready.”
“We’d better get dressed,” I said. We finished dressing, and then walked down the hall holding hands. My parents and Randy were sitting at the table eating a grilled cheese sandwich.
We took our seats, and I watched my parents carefully as I ate. They kept looking at each other and smiling. I didn’t want to think about it, but I was sure that they had made love just as Brent and I had last night.
“That was some storm last night,” my father said. “Did it keep you boys awake?”
“No, Sir,” I replied. I don’t know why but I started to blush. My father noticed my reaction, and he gave me a small wink. That only made me blush even more.
After eating, Randy, Brent and I started cleaning up the dishes. My mother disappeared into their bedroom, while my father walked out onto the patio.
“Come here, Boys,” my father shouted through the patio doors. We walked out onto the patio. My father threw his arms around Brent and me and led us out onto the lawn.
“Look!” He motioned for us to look up into the sky.
Before us was one of the most beautiful rainbows arching across a clear blue sky.
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