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Blackness envelopes me!

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Mathew

“So tell us Matt, did TJ seduce you or were you a willing partner? Because I think that you' re a homo just like your boyfriend. Yeah that's right Matt, your boyfriend. You may have thought that we left you earlier, but we just hid behind the trees and watched as you kissed him and ran your hands all over his body. Isn't that right Bob,” Bill asks for confirmation and his brother nods. Where's your boyfriend now huh? I' ll tell you where he is, he's getting what he deserves from his old man. Yeah, I know his father, my dad does construction work with him and that's why my brother and I paid him a visit today while you and gay boy were busy doing your gay thing.Turner Wilson was fuming when he left the construction job and headed home to get TJ. What was it he said Bob when he left?”

“I'm gonna kill that fucking homo,” Bob says smirking.

“Why Bill, what did we ever do to you?”

“You're both homos breathing the same air that I breathe and you don't deserve to live,” he says, giving a nod of his head to his brother who moves towards me, ready to strike. Bob grabs me from behind and holds me as Bill lands the first hit square to my face, sending me falling to the ground and Bob begins to kick me. I'm in a fetal position shielding my head and face as their boots and fists strike my body repeatedly.

“I know that they mean to kill me, why else would they have taken me so deep into the woods,”

I'm thinking and praying that TJ's end is quick and that he doesn't suffer.

“Please stop … you'll get caught and rot in prison,” I tell them but to no avail.

“Ain't no one going to find out, much less find your body when we're done with you,” Bill shouts and he pulls out his hunting knife.

It's a large Bowie knife and he's twirling it around as he comes closer to me. My heart is pounding so loud and hard that I'm afraid that I'm going to have a heart attack before Bill can stab me.

“See this here knife homo, I'm going to cut your throat and then gut you just like I do a deer in hunting season,” he says with a huge grin on his face.

“Stop Police!” I hear and for a moment I think that I must be imagining it.

Several police officers and police dogs rush into the clearing and a police dog lunges and grabs Bill's hand that's holding the knife.

Bill falls to the ground screaming and struggling against the dog but the police grab Bob and Bill quickly, subdue and cuff them while another officer is kneeling beside me calling for an ambulance.

“Please Officer, my friend is somewhere with his father and may already be dead,” I tell him and he asks me TJ's name and I tell him as well as his father's.

“There's already an APB out for them son, his brother called us saying that his father took his brother away and was going to kill him.”

“How did you find me?” I ask.

Your girlfriend called us to report a possible attempted murder by her cousins and gave us a description of their truck. We put out a APB and fate just happened to be on your side son, because a cruiser spotted their truck parked on the roadside as it came over his radio and called for backup.”

“It was that fucking coward Clark. Remember how he tried to talk us out of killing Matt,” Bill whispers to Bob.

“Yeah, he must have went to that bitch Kathy and told her,” Bob agreed.

I watch as the police lead Bill and Bob away. I'm in complete shock as to how hatred for whom someone loves can drive a person to such an evil crime. I can see the hatred in their eyes when they look in my direction and I can only hope that time can change their minds, but I doubt it.

“One minute,” the officer says to the paramedics that are preparing to load me into the ambulance. “I just got word that your friend has been found and he' s hanging onto life by a thread.”

“Thank you for telling him me,” I tell him and then my pain and grief overtakes me and I pass out.

*******

I come to and find myself in a hospital bed. My right arm has been set and put into a cast and my right leg is in traction. My broken ribs are wrapped, making it difficult to breathe. A nurse comes into my room and smiles when she notices that I'm awake.

“Excuse me nurse, but can you do me a favor,” I ask and she comes over to the bed.

“What's your need sweetie,”she asks.

“Can you find out how Thaddeus Wilson is doing for me?”

“I'm sorry honey but patient information is only for family,”she sadly says patting my hand.

I'm about to argue when an auburn hair boy of about fourteen comes into my room with an older man.

“I overheard you asking about my brother, I'm TJ's brother Dennis and this is my foster dad, Michael Brown. I heard about what happened to you and wanted to let you know what is going on with TJ.”

“Please come in,” I tell him.

“I'll let you boys talk privately. I'm going to the cafeteria for a coffee.” Michael leaves, closing the door slightly behind him.

“Before you say anything Dennis, tell me, is he alive?” I ask and hold my breath waiting for him to answer.

“Yes, but barely. He's in very critical condition and has suffered many internal injuries as well as numerous broken bones. My father hated him so much and not only because he found out that TJ is gay, but for years because he's not TJ's birth father.”

My mind is racing as I try to wrap my mind all around this information. No wonder he treated TJ so badly, he wasn't his father.

“Do you know who his real father is,” I ask and he shakes his head no. “There's more isn't there?”

“Yes, a lot more. TJ is in a coma, but that's hardly the worst of it. His face has been so badly beaten and mutilated that he's going to need major reconstruction surgery. His legs look like dad drove over them when he drove away and may never walk again. Like I said, he's in horrific condition.”

He begins to cry once he has finished telling me about TJ. I hold out my one good arm, and he hurries over to me, crying softly against my shoulder.

“Did you know about TJ.” I ask softly.

“That he's gay, yes, he told me but I somehow knew before that.” Dennis pauses for a moment and then asks, “you're his boyfriend aren't you?”

“Yes but we had a strange relationship. I never came out, even though TJ technically didn't either, but I was afraid to be found out because I saw how everyone treated TJ. I hid among my straight friends afraid that if anyone found out about me then they would treat me like they did TJ and the other boys that they thought were gay,” I confess and it feels so good to be able to finally say that out loud and to someone that I didn't know.

“Hmmm, how strange,” is all he says and yet such few words cut me deep to my soul.

“What happened to your father?” I ask, needing to change the direction of our conversation.

“When the police tried to arrest him for attempted murder, assault and battery with a dangerous weapon and some other charges I can't remember he became violent and pulled a gun on them. To make a long story short, they shot and killed him when he opened fire on them. After that, social services took my brother Paul and I and placed us in temporary foster care with Michael.” He paused as if considering his next words.

“What's wrong, what aren't you telling me, Dennis?”

“I'm also gay, Matt,” He says staring at me.

He looks at me waiting for my reaction but I really don't know what he's expecting from me, so I say what I' m feeling in my heart.

“I'm here for you if you need someone to talk to, Dennis. Being gay today should be easier and nothing like TJ and I experienced because people are more tolerant, more accepting of other's feelings and choices, at least they are elsewhere. Though, in this town there seems to be a homophobic atmosphere against diversity.

“Well Matt, unlike you and your friends, my friends know about me and accept my choice to be gay. They don't treat me like those two boys did you and my brother. But then, they were bullies and your circle of friends are to weak minded to stand up to bullying. You and most of your classmates silently follow along in their wake like lost sheep heading to slaughter,” He pauses to take a breath. “I hope that you and your classmates have learned something from what happened to you and my brother. I don't profess to know everything there is to know about being gay, but I do know this Matt, I will not hide it or pretend to be someone that I'm not. I'm sorry for coming off as judgmental, because I'm truly not judging you Matt, nor do I know what you are dealing with. I'll tell you what I've told my gay and my straight friends, to use your common sense and do what is right. When you find someone that you like, someone that sees you for you, talk with them, become friends first and foremost. Get to know them for who THEY are also before you drop your pants for them. Also, don't be ashamed of who you are, be proud to be you, gay, bi or whatever, just stand tall and fight for the right to be you.”

“Those are very profound words for such a young man,” Mr. Brown says, clapping softly from the doorway. “I couldn't have said it better myself. Now son I'm afraid that it's time for us to go and let Matt get some rest.” Dennis nods and stands up.

“I'll keep you posted about my brother's condition and thank you for listening to me,” he says and bends down to brush a soft kiss to my lips. “Get well Matt for TJ's sake and yours.”

Mr. Brown's arm goes around Dennis' shoulder as they walk out of my room, closing the door behind him.

Once alone, I cover my face with my arm and cry, ashamed of the person I am and how I had not only let TJ down, but myself also.

Andre smiles warmly at me and he raises his hand, a soft, perfect hand to my cheek and slowly grazes it down my face to my lips, across them to my chin and cups it as his thumb brushes softly across my lips.. Before I can speak he moves his strong hand to the back of my head and gently pulls me towards him.

“To answer your earlier question in a word … yes. I would love to bury my face between those two perfect globes and eat you until you are delirious with sexual need and screaming to be fucked.”

“Then would you fuck me?”

“No TJ I would not fuck, I would make passionate love to you for hours on end,” he says and I'm about to melt at his feet.

He must see the surprise or maybe the shock of his claim on my face because he pulls me that final distance to him and kisses me thoroughly.

My arms reach up instinctively and surround his neck as our kiss deepens. I open my mouth when his tongue brushes my lips and his tongue sweeps into my mouth, dancing with mine. I must have finally died and went to heaven because I cannot believe that this is happening to me … to us.

“Why Andre, why didn't you tell me before that you were gay?”

“I wanted us to become friends first. We needed to not only get to know one another as patient and therapist, but we needed to build a relationship built on trust, not lust. You and I have that, I know all your deepest secrets and you know most of mine.”

“Most?” I question.

“Yes, but after today you will know ALL of my inner secrets. Come,” he says and takes me by the hand and leads me through the room to a door at the opposite side of the room. “This is my suite,” he says and opens the door, allowing me to enter first.

“Wow, this is breath taking, Andre,” I say as I step further into the room. Across from me are floor to ceiling windows overlooking the alps. There's a fireplace to my right that's ablaze and cracking. Pure white leather furniture adorns the room with rich wood paneled walls and glass and brass tables. Art is dispersed tastefully around the room, on the walls and on shelves. The room has to be larger than the house that I grew up in. Over to my left is a small kitchen and dining area with a hall that I assume leads to the bedrooms.

“I must say, Andre, you got the luck of the draw when it came to rooms. This is absolutely beautiful. Although my room is great, it pales in comparison to this. Does the institute give all of their therapists rooms like this?”

“No handsome, just me because you see,” he pauses, wondering if he should tell me more and I can tell when he's convinced himself that I can be trusted. “I own this institution,” my mouth hangs open in shock at the revelation. “it was left to me when my parents died in a plane crash three years ago.” He walks over to me and wraps his arms around my waist before he continues, “TJ, I am your anonymous benefactor.”

If Andre had not been holding me I would have collapsed to the floor, because my legs gave out.

“You did all this for me, but why, Andre?”

“Come and sit down please.” He leads me to the glove soft leather sofa and I sink into its softness as he settles in beside me.

“My parents adopted me when I was ten. Like you, the man raising me was not my birth father. My mother was a prostitute and ended up pregnant with me so he took her in until she had me. My mother died giving birth to me and he kept me for reasons that only he knew why. Seriously, my earlier life would have been so much better had I been put up for adoption or put into the foster care system. His name was Jasper Williams and he ran drugs and would beat me senseless at times just for being alive and in his life. Well the last time that I ever saw him was when I was ten and he came home and caught my friend and I, Jimmy Baker, naked in bed. We were fooling around and really didn't know much about sex but we were experimenting with our bodies and what felt good to us. Well, as I said, he caught me sucking on Jimmy's tiny cock and went ballistic. He grabbed the two of us and began beating us. He beat us so badly that I ended up in the hospital in critical condition, but my friend died. I had so many broken bones and internal injuries that the doctors didn't give me much hope of surviving. I did survive, as you can see and when my adopted father and mother read about what happened to me, they picked up my medical bills and flew me here to Zurich when I was able. I recovered with numerous surgeries and extensive rehabilitation until I was able to go home. It was then that they sat with me to discuss my future options. So to make a long story short, Adrian and Alexandra Müller offered to adopt me and I said yes.

“But why did you do this for me, I'm sure that you're not going to adopt me, or are you?”

“Would you want me to?”he asks.

“I'll get back to you about that, but first I want to know the how and why's about me being here.”

“That's a fair enough question TJ. It began when I was at a college in your home town doing a seminar and I heard a couple of fellow therapists talking about what they had read in the local newspaper about you and Mathew. I asked them about the article and one of them handed me the newspaper. I read the story twice and I was in tears when I finally handed the paper back. I was still emotionally raw from my loss of my parents and I needed this to take my mind off of my grief. Besides, our history TJ was just to similar for me to ignore. So using the name of the institute, I contacted the hospital and had all of your medical expenses transferred to a special account that I had set up for your medical needs. I then contacted Michael Brown and got the wheels turning to have you transferred to Zurich and your brothers but into quality foster care. What I did not know was that Michael and his wife had already taken in your brothers. I then called my medical staff here and appraised them of your situation. Dr. Gustafson headed your medical team and was solely responsible for your transfer here and securing the worlds best doctors to operate and reconstruct your battered face and body. So why did I do it my sweet handsome prince, in a word …love. I felt in love with you when you and all others would have said that you were unlovable. You see babe, when I was unlovable two people found me lovable.”

I'm crying so hard in Andre's arms that my breath is catching. He gently rubs my back but it doesn't help. He lays me back and goes down on my cock, swallowing as much as he can. I gasp and regain breathing normally as he continues to suck.

“I had a feeling that would work,” he says with a smile. “We're survivors, you and I. I love you so much TJ and not just for sex but the more that I got to know you the more I realized that you were my soulmate, the one person created just for me. I also know that there's a an age difference. You're seventeen while I'm twenty four and you're very young and inexperienced in things sexual. I would love for us to be a couple, but I also can understand if you want to sample the gay scene also. Would it bother me to see you with another man having sex, fuck yes it would but I know I must let you be you because I love you.”

“Andre please stop right there and let's talk about this, okay. What I'm sensing here is that we're laying the foundation for our marriage, am I right?”

“I did … I do plan on asking you to be my husband once you turn eighteen, but yes, I do believe that we are laying down the foundation on which we will build our future together.”

“Good, now that we're on the same … what did you just say?” I ask.

“That I plan on asking you to marry me once you turn eighteen.”

“I gotta say that I didn't see that one coming. Anyway, about this age difference between us, does it really bother you because it doesn't bother me. As for me needing to so call sampling the gay scene, bullshit. Why sample inferior when I have perfection right here in my arms? If, and I do mean if, should there ever arise a time when you or I meet someone that does emotionally sexual for us, then we talk about it and maybe share. I've never had a threesome but I'm pretty sure that a hottie like you has,” I say and Andre grins and nods. “Was is it fun, duh, of course it was fun.”

“Yes it was fantastic. TJ, I don't think that I could share you even if I was there in bed with you and the other guy. He would really have to rock my testosterones for me to you, am I being selfish?”

“No sweetheart, you're just protecting what's yours and I love that. Now can we discuss this later because I'm horny as hell and naked while you're still fully dressed?”

“Now that sounds good to me,” he says rising from the sofa and helping me to stand.

He takes me by the hand and leads me down the hall to his bedroom, which is just as lavishly furnished.

“Are you sure TJ that this is what you want? I'm not talking about a sexual tumble in the sheets to soothe our ragging hormones, but I'm talking about forever.”

“One thing that you probably don't know about me is that when I commit myself to anything or anything, it's permanent. So yes Andre, I'm sure about you and I. Now how about less talk and more sex?” I ask pulling him onto the bed and on top of me.

Posted: 09/10/2021