Date: Sun, 11 May 2003 09:09:35 -0400 From: Jeff Wilson Subject: W.A.R. Part 3, Chapter 11 (Revised) Well, congratulations go out the Gerry from Massachusetts for finding the mistake in Chapter Nine. He remembered that I called Billy's mom "Sarah" instead of her real name, Paula. Good job Gerry! So he already knows what will be happening here in Chapter Eleven. Warning: Adult situations galore in this one! W.A.R. Part Three - Self-Destructive Tendencies Chapter Eleven: Saturday Afternoon by Jeff Wilson When I walked out of the woods I wasn't paying much attention. My mind was still on Dustin and what he had been doing. That was why I didn't realize that I had walked right in front of Brett on the riding lawn mower. He was mowing Mrs. Fox's yard. "Hey!" He shouted. "Watch where you're going!" "Sorry!" I yelled back. He only had a little bit of yard left to cut, so he told me to go into his house. I walked there and went inside while Brett finished his work. He was being real nice helping Mrs. Fox cut her grass since Mr. Fox wasn't around anymore. I decided to get him some iced tea to drink when he came back inside. After about fifteen minutes, I heard the door open. A hot, sweaty, grass covered Brett walked inside. "Hey hey!" He said. "You're not grounded anymore!" "Nope. I'm a free man." I replied. "Are you going to go to Emily's party later?" He asked. "Yeah. You going?" I asked. "You better believe it! It's too fucking hot today." He said smiling. He drank the iced tea I poured for him in about two gulps. Then he sat down on a kitchen chair. He looked a little tired. "I'm glad you came over. My mom didn't know that you weren't grounded anymore. Plus, we figured you were going to help your dad today. You scared me when you popped out of the woods like that. I almost ran you over." "I noticed." I laughed. "I almost got re-grounded though. We had another fight." "Oh no, you and your mom again?" Bret asked. "No, me and dad." I answered. "Ouch... Not smart, Billy." "You're telling me. He slapped me." I said. "He WHAT?!?" Brett asked, shocked. "He smacked me right across the face." I said, angrily. "Why did he do that?" Brett asked. "Because he's an asshole." I said. "Wow... Billy... I don't know what to say, dude. Your dad's never hit you before. I wonder what set him off like that. That's really weird." I didn't tell Brett that I had actually called dad an asshole. For some reason, I kept that information hidden. I'm not sure why I didn't just tell Brett everything. "Well, I'm going to take a shower. Why don't you go up to my room and play video games while you wait." He suggested. "Okay." I said. We walked up to his room. Brett turned on the tv for me then headed to the bathroom. I started up a racing game and began playing. It was nice to be at his house again. It had been two very long weeks. I heard the water running as I pulled ahead for the lead in the game. After finishing the race, I heard the water stop. I started a new race and was winning again when Brett walked back in wearing just a towel. I glanced over at him, then realized just how close to nudity he was and I had to take a longer look. "You crashed..." Brett said, laughing at me. "Huh?" I asked. Then I looked back to the tv and saw that my car had hit the wall. "It's all your fault." I said. Brett jumped on his bed and laid down. His towel fell in just the right spot, covering his bits and pieces. I returned to the video game, trying to catch up to the computer cars. I started to feel a tickle on my ear. I wiggled away, but the tickle continued. I flipped my hand to stop it and discovered the source of my discomfort; Brett was playing with my ear with his foot. I grabbed his foot but then the other one got my left ear. When I let go of the first foot to grab the second foot, he got me again with the first foot. My car crashed again. And I leaped up off the floor and jumped on top of him on the bed. It quickly became a wrestling match in which Brett skillfully flipped himself around and had my arms pinned above my head and he was sitting on my chest in no time. The towel had been lost in the battle, and Brett's naked body rested against me. We sat there for a few seconds then both started giggling. The race on the game ended. "You made me lose." I laughed. "I know." He said. "That was even easier than last time." "Well," I said. "I guess I owe you something now, don't I?" Brett laughed a little nervously. "You don't owe me anything." "Oh, but I want too." I admitted. "I've always wanted to." Brett leaned down and kissed me softly on the mouth. Then he sat back up. He reached down, grabbed my shirt, and pulled it over my head. He threw it off the bed then leaned down and kissed me again. It lasted a little longer this time. Then he leaned back up. He moved himself off my chest and down to my legs. He unbuckled my belt and unzipped my shorts. Then he pushed them down. I kicked my shoes off and then the shorts. Brett slipped his fingers under the elastic of my underwear on either side and slowly started pulling them off. My wiener was there to greet Brett at its full five and a half inches. Brett moved back up to my chest and kissed me again. He slipped his arms under me and held me close. For a while, he just lay there, holding me. It felt so good. I had missed his touch. Our dicks were squeezed between us, rubbing together slowly as we held each other. My body filled with the warm feeling I had missed without him. I felt so right inside again. I had missed Brett so much while I was grounded. Just being with him was intoxicating. Kissing him felt like our very souls were touching each other. But then, just as it was starting to get good, just as I was just about to start going for his dick, I stopped. I saw something in my mind that made me go cold. I saw Dustin, shooting his white stuff on Mike again. It turned me off like a light switch. "I can't." I said flatly. "Can't what?" Brett asked. "Sex... I can't do it Brett. I... I just can't." "Sex? Who said anything about sex? It's okay, Billy. I don't think I'm ready for that either..." "No you don't understand. I wanted to do it with you today... I was going to go all the way. I really was. I mean, like, humping and stuff. But I saw something today. And I can't do it now. Not after that." "What did you see?" He asked. "I can't tell you. I think it's a secret. But it could hurt people if they knew about it." "What, did you see Dustin fucking his sister or something." He asked jokingly. "It wasn't his sister." I said. And just like that, I realized that I did it again. I gave Brett too much information and he figured it out. "Oh... He's not doing it with that new guy that moved in next to him is he?" My eyes got really big. "Ummm... No. He's not." I said. But it was too late, Brett had seen right through me. "He is! That son of a bitch!" "Brett, you can't tell anybody! Seriously. You can't. If you told your mom and she had Mike arrested it would kill Dustin. He'd be humiliated. It'd kill him! He's had enough trouble in his life. Just forget it, okay?" I begged. "Billy, you know that I don't like Dustin, but I would never do something that mean to him. I mean, if Dustin's found somebody that makes him happy, why shouldn't he be able to enjoy it. Sometimes you just find the right person and connect. Like you and me." "Please, just be careful though. You have to keep it a secret." "Chill, dude. I haven't told anyone about us, have I? I won't tell. Now where were we?" Brett spun himself around on me and positioned himself so that his dick was in my face and mine was in his. "Go on, suck me. Just watch the braces." He said. Then he lifted my dick up and slurped it into his mouth. I adjusted his dick to my mouth and he slowly entered in to my mouth. I was careful not to let my braces touch his sensitive soft skin. We started sucking each other with great care. It wasn't a race to see who could make the other come first. It was just a time of such extreme intimacy. I felt like our bodies were merging together. We were becoming one. I loved him so much that I wanted to make him feel like he'd never felt before. I wanted his dick inside me. My tongue played with his penis. His tongue danced around the head of mine. Our lips carefully kissed each other's most private parts. I was amazed at how something could be both hard and yet so soft at the same time in my mouth. My hands freely explored the warm smooth skin of Brett's thighs and backside. I felt his sweat drip and mix with mine. I could feel every breath he took. I held him in a hug around his waist and felt him humping my mouth so slowly. He ran his fingers through my pubes and wrapped an arm around my leg. His balls rested on my nose a few times. He ran his fingers gently across my asshole. I felt the warm feeling spreading through my whole body. Then, Brett thrust a little harder and I felt his dick stiffen and spasm. Suddenly, my mouth began to fill up with his white stuff. I faced a moment of truth. I could do one of two things, spit or swallow. I swallowed. I couldn't bear to spit out his stuff. After that, I felt my own semen begin to pulse through my penis and into Brett's waiting mouth. He swallowed most of it, but some dribbled out of his mouth, back down my dick. He spun himself around again and I found myself face to face with him. He leaned in to kiss me, but I stopped him. "You don't expect me to kiss you now, do you?" I asked. "Why not?" He asked. "Because, I know where that mouth has been." I said laughing. He laughed, leaned in and kissed me anyway. My mouth opened and our tongues danced together. I could taste my stuff in his mouth. We rolled around and I ended up on top. Our kissing continued for quite a while, becoming more intense with each passing minute. We moaned a little and pressed our hips together. This caused our dicks to jostle and rub together. In no time we were back to full strength. I reached between us and started jerking him off with my left hand. Then I released the kiss and moved down his body. I hungrily sucked his dick into my mouth again. This time I had free reign over his privates. I enjoyed running my tongue all over his five and three quarters inches of hot meat. I never imagined how good it would feel to have the boy I loved more than anything in the world, so willing to let me do this to him. I moved down to his balls. They were so loose. I licked one of his nuts and then the other. Brett whispered, "Oh my god, Billy... Don't even think about stopping." I carefully sucked one of his precious testicles into my mouth while I slowly stroked his stiffening joystick. I looked up to Brett's face, and found his eyes had closed and on his face was a look of pure happiness. I pushed his legs up so that his knees were bent and his butt was lifted just a little bit. I released his ball and moved in underneath them, sucking on the smooth skin between his balls and anus. "Ahhhhh!" Brett made a sound that I had never heard from him before. Then he squirted again. Darn! I missed it. All of his stuff was in puddles on his belly. "Jeez, Billy... I... Wow... You're amazing! You're like some kind of... wow..." "So I guess we're even now, huh?" I said slyly. "Dude, we are so far from even it's not even funny. I couldn't see straight you were so good. I can't keep up with that." I laughed and crawled back up next to him. I laid my head on his chest and rested there for a while. I just enjoyed the sound of his breathing for a while. He was so awesome, and he was mine. All mine. I loved him so much I felt like it was glowing right out of me. We rested comfortably for quite a while there. "So, you want to go swimming now?" He asked. "I guess so..." I said. I didn't really want to leave. Everything felt absolutely right. For the first time in a long time, everything just felt perfect. But we slowly pulled ourselves apart and got dressed to go to Emily's house. We walked through the town quite slowly, just enjoying the day. The weather couldn't have been more perfect. The sun was shining and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. We walked the mile or so to Emily's house. Mrs. Barnhart met us when we knocked on the door. "Oh! Hello Billy! Brett... It's nice to see you. I'm sure Emily will be glad you made it. Everyone is out in the pool already. Why don't you get changed and head on out. Brett went to the upstairs bathroom and I went to the downstairs bathroom to change. I walked into the kitchen and waited for Brett. Mrs. Barnhart talked to me for a while. She and my mom had been friends since high school, and they still did things together. So I was quite familiar with their house. Eventually, Brett came downstairs and we went outside to the pool. Emily's pool was an in-ground pool and was surrounded by hedges. You couldn't see inside from the outside. We walked into the pool area and I was surprised by the number of people who were there. There had to be twenty kids. Emily came up to us. "Well it's about time you boys got here! What were you doing?" "We had to walk." I said. "Well, get in and have fun." Emily said as she dove into the water. Bobby Rush and Joey were there, so we had fun horsing around with them. I noticed that Sarah Taylor was there too. Every once in a while, I'd notice her looking at me. But when I'd look back she'd turn away as if disgusted. Hmph. Girls. Who needs them? The day was going great. The weather was just beginning to turn cool. We had hot dogs and hamburgers made by Emily's dad. It was so great that they were doing all this for us. My mom had that Christmas party and drove me and dad crazy for a week. But the Barnhart's had been doing these for three weekends in a row. Eventually, I was tired of swimming and was just a little sunburned. Plus, my allergy medicine was beginning to wear off and I was starting to get a little bit of a headache. I decided to go inside to rest for a minute. Brett followed me in. I decided that I had swam enough and decided to change into my clothes. Brett did too, and so did a few others. I was in Emily's kitchen talking with her and Joey and Bobby while Brett was in the bathroom changing. The doorbell rang, I didn't think anything about it. Somebody was probably coming to pick up their kid. I was surprised when Mrs. Barnhart and Mrs. Smith came into the kitchen. Mrs. Barnhart said, "Kids, I want you to go talk outside for a minute please. Everyone go, except for you Billy." The kids all did as they were told. I was really confused, even a little scared. This was weird. When everyone had gone, Mrs. Smith and Mrs. Barnhart looked at each other oddly. Then Mrs. Smith began to talk. "Well Billy... I guess there's no easy way to ask you this..." Oh no! She was going to ask about what I saw today! She was going to ask if I knew anything about Dustin and Mike! I had to think of a story and fast. She continued. "Billy... It's your dad." Everything suddenly got very cold. That was not what I expected at all. "What about my dad?" I asked. Mrs. Barnhart put her hand on my shoulder. "Billy, he's in the hospital. Mr. Nicholson found him unconscious at his house a few hours ago." "Aw man... He must have had a sugar attack again. Mr. Nicholson should have just given him Mt. Dew. He would have come right out of it." I said. This had happened a couple times before. In fact, the police once called because they thought he was drunk. Mom told them he was diabetic and they took him to the hospital. After that, he always wore those medical tags. "Billy... He didn't have a diabetic attack." Mrs. Smith said. "They think he had a stroke." "What?" I asked. Suddenly it got very hard to hear. Mrs. Smith and Mrs. Barhart seemed very far away. No. It can't be. It couldn't be. Not... Not that. Not my dad. Everything in the room got blurry. I didn't want to cry, but the tears started coming anyway. It couldn't be a stroke. It just couldn't. "Billy, I'm going to take you to the hospital. Your mom's already there." Mrs. Smith said from about a mile away. Everything felt like it was going really slow. Mrs. Barnhart hugged me and I really started crying. It can't be. It just can't. Brett walked into the kitchen and stopped. "Oh my god! What's happened?" Mrs. Smith told him to come along with us and she'd explain on the way. I looked at the door and there were the guys they'd told to go away. Emily came back inside and hugged me. I didn't care that I was crying. I slowly walked out to Mrs. Smith's car. Dustin was sitting in the back seat. Brett got in the back seat, too. I sat in the front, kind of numb. Mrs. Smith thanked Mrs. Barnhart for her help. The clock in the car said six o'clock. ************************************************** Okay, I broke one of my own rules and wrote a cliffhanger. But let me assure you that Billy's dad will not die in the next chapter. This was something that I planned all the way from the beginning of the story. George has no one to blame but himself for his poor choices concerning his health. But his bad choices will affect many people. For one thing, Billy was supposed to go with him in the morning. And think back to the last thing Billy said to him. Billy's been on edge lately already. Will this be enough to push him right over? Comments? Questions? Quibbles? Whatever! Let me know! Email me! One more chapter to go in Part Three. Anything can happen there. I'll see you next time.