Country Boys

*Daylith’s View*
I waited after school for a few minutes looking for Timmy, but I never saw him. I knew I shouldn't have cut ninth period but Katherine begged me to hang out with her. I had a feeling that because of her I missed seeing Timmy get on the bus and now my only option was to walk home alone, considering all the buses left already.
When I got home I didn't see any sign of Timmy; no bag with my clothes in it or anything. I figured he must have gone straight to his uncles.
I stayed home for a couple of hours; I ate and did my homework. My dad was once again busy at work. Once everything was done I couldn't find anything better to do, so I decided to see if I could find Timmy without getting caught by his uncle.
I got to his house around 6:30pm, and it almost looked like no one was there. I rounded the corner of his house to check out the barn, and I noticed a dull light glowing through the open doors. I quietly ran across the yard and peaked my head around the doorway to look. Luckily, I didn't see his uncle anywhere so I stopped holding my breath.
I walked into the barn and took a quick look around. To the right I saw a row of stalls leading to the back of the barn where there was another exit. To the left I noticed over thirty bails of hey stacked to the ceiling. I became so distracted by the things before me, which I'd never seen in person before, that I almost didn't notice the grisly sight at my feet.
Timmy was sprawled out on the floor in a position that didn't seem natural to me.
"Timmy?" I asked, hoping that he just liked to sleep weird.
When I didn't get a response I continued to look around the barn before I knelt down next to him. I noticed a stool lying on its side just above his head, and that's when I knew something happened here.
I rolled him over onto his back and kept calling his name while flicking a few stray strands of hey from his shirt.
"Hey Timmy, wake up, come on." I said while lightly tapping on his cheek.
To my relief, his eyes opened slightly. However, it looked like he was about to shut them again so I continued tapping his cheek until he was able to hold them open.
"Daylith? Fuck.. I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck." He groaned.
"Yea I don't blame you. Look, can you get up?" I felt his muscles tense as if he was trying, but it proved useless. He wasn't able to move.
‘Shit what do I do?’ I thought to myself. ‘I can't just leave him here.’ I started to look around the barn; looking for something to help me get him out of here, but there was nothing. I had no other choice but to force him to get up.
"Timmy this may hurt a bit but I need you to try and stand up again.” I said while wrapping his arm around my shoulder and carefully lifting him up. He winced and rubbed his head in pain, but all I could do was encourage him with words to keep moving. We walked slowly and I did the best I could to support most of his weight.
At our slow pace it took us about ten minutes to get to my house. By the time we got there he could almost hold himself up, but I continued to help him anyway considering we had to go up the stairs to get to my room.
I could hardly imagine what pain he was in; after all I wasn’t exactly sure what his uncle did to him. However, once I seated him on the bed he moaned about a headache before closing his eyes and falling asleep.
I looked at him and thought, 'How many times Timmy? It seems that as soon as you leave my sight you get hurt somehow.'
I ran downstairs and grabbed a warm wet towel and an icepack along with some antibiotic cream and some bandages.
When I got back upstairs he was still laying in the same position, so I knew he was completely out of it. I used the wet cloth to wipe away the blood that was dripping down his forehead. I was happy to see that the blood made it look worse then it was. His cheek was a little red and he had a small bump on the side of his head where it was bleeding; but that was all. I gently held the ice pack against his head and face to stop any swelling.
After awhile I pulled the icepack away because I didn't want him to get too cold. I put it aside and continued sitting on the bed looking over him as he slept.
I couldn’t even imagine being hit by an adult let alone a relative. It made me wonder what type of life he had deal with all this time.
I looked at his face. With his eyes shut there was almost something childish about his features; he seemed so innocent. I leaned over and gently pushed away some of the hair that clung to his forehead.
It was strange not to get any reaction. If it weren't for his moving chest, I would have thought he died right here on my bed.
I looked over his still body. The shirt I let him use was dirty and still had thin pieces of hey clinging to the fabric.
Just above the hem of his pants, I could see a bit of his stomach where his shirt was partly lifted.
I swallowed hard as familiar urges began to rise. I wonder what it would be like if Timmy was actually gay. 'Would he be interested in me at all?'
Even though I was interested in women, I've always had a thing for men. Actually, to be more specific, I've had a thing for men ever since Aaron came into my life a few years ago.
As my eyes wandered over Timmy's body, I wondered what it would be like to touch him.
An idea came to mind and I carefully got off of the bed to position myself in front of him. I grabbed the bottom of his shirt and carefully lifted it up, exposing his tan muscled stomach.
His head slowly rolled to the side and he partly opened his eyes, "What are you doing?" He asked drowsily.
I continued trying to pull off his shirt while saying, "Shh, go back to sleep, I'm gonna help you get more comfortable."
He weakly moved his body a little so I could completely remove his shirt before his eyes closed again.
I was still afraid to touch him because I wouldn't have an excuse for that, so instead I looked over his chest and stomach, and tried to fight off the craving that was clouding my thoughts.
It was torture seeing him so vulnerable, yet untouchable. I wanted to do more, but there was no way I could take advantage of Timmy, especially when he was practically unconscious.
My vision followed down his abdomen to the button of his pants. I wanted to be able take them off too, but what would I do if he woke up again? I tried thinking of an excuse to have for back up, but then I realized I could use the same one as before; after all, pants aren't very comfortable to sleep in.
I bit my bottom lip and knelt down on the floor. I started to unbutton his pants, coaxing myself with the image of him practically naked.
I managed to get his pants off without the slightest reaction from him, which was a huge relief on my part.
I stood up and tossed the pants to the side. Looking at him now made all the little risks feel worth it.
His body was toned and his muscular build was perfect for his size. It was strange how strong he looked even as he laid there weak and unaware of his surroundings.
Our bodies were actually very similar, only I was a few inches taller.
I sat on the bed wishing I could touch him.
'What would it be like to have a body like his to hold?' I wondered. I've been with Aaron, but he was smaller than Timmy; holding Aaron was almost like holding a woman.
Even Timmy's hands were bigger than Aaron's; I thought as I lifted one of Timmy's hands to get a better look. They were warm and on the inside of his hand were a few calluses that he must've got from working on his uncle's farm.
His hand moved a little and I put it down while looking at his face. He still looked like he was in a deep sleep.
I covered him with a blanket and went into the bathroom before I lost myself even further in my desires.
I unbuttoned my pants, still picturing Timmy's bare body and hands. I placed one hand against the bathroom counter and used the other to stop the yearning for someone I may never have.
That was the first time in my life that I jerked off to the image of a man besides Aaron.

Once I finished in the bathroom, I went downstairs so I wouldn't disturb Timmy.
I turned on the television and caught the middle of a movie called "Cast Away".
While I was watching the movie, two heavy knocks on my front door came and startled me.
At first I thought it could be my dad without his keys, but the knocks were way too obnoxious and loud to be him.
I went over to the front window and tried to see who was by the door. I caught sight of a tall thick man, who was waiting impatiently for someone to answer.
He looked like he was in his fifties with brownish-gray hair and scruffy facial hair. His clothes were dirty and torn, and he puffed on a cigar while incessantly combing his hair back with his hand.
‘Could this be Timmy's uncle looking for him?’ I thought to myself.
I was afraid he'd spot me staring through the window, so I moved further into the living room where he couldn't see me.
'This is the guy who beats on Timmy? He's huge!' I thought to myself.
He started banging on the door again while yelling, "God dammit you little shit! I know you're in there with that fucking queer! Get the hell out here now!"
After seeing this man in person, I felt a mixture of hate and fear. I had no respect for him at all, but he was definitely someone I didn’t want to mess with.
I decided that the best thing to do was to pretend I wasn't home. I turned off the TV and went to go back upstairs.
I'll just let him bang on the door until he gets tired and leaves.

When I walked into my room I saw Timmy sitting up and holding his head with his hand.
"Ugh, what happened?" He mumbled.
"Your uncle attacked you again. I found you in the barn, so I took you here." I was a little nervous that he'd hear his uncle downstairs but hopefully he left already.
He looked at me as if he heard my words but didn't understand who they were coming from.
At first I thought he may have lost his memory, but he knew who I was before, so that couldn't be possible. I guess his expression seemed confused because he was trying to sort out what happened.
He gave a faint smile, "Thanks." It was obvious that he felt embarrassed about this whole situation but before I could try and comfort him, he cut in.
"This sucks. I can't go to school like this. I mean, the pain is almost gone, but I can’t go looking like this." He said while deep in thought.
I figured it would be better to keep the information about his uncle stopping over on the low; it would probably freak him out.
"Don't worry about it, we can skip school tomorrow." I said hoping to cheer him up a bit.
"No, you go. I'll just go back to my uncle's tomorrow; I have a lot of chores to catch up on."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. ‘He wants to go back?’
"You must’ve been hit harder then I thought. That's stupid, you can't go back there, he basically knocked you unconscious!" I argued.
"Yea well, I can't live here! I'd have to go back sooner or later and the longer I stay the more ticked he'll get. I'd only be digging myself a deeper grave; I'd rather just lay in it now."
I knew he was only speaking metaphorically, but it made me angry because I knew that if he went back he would end up in a grave. Whether it be by his own hand or his uncle's.
I was stupid once. I kept letting Aaron go back to his house even though I knew it was bad, I wasn't going to do the same thing with Timmy.
The only thing was I didn't know what to do. Timmy did have a point. He couldn't just move in without his uncle's permission.
"Look, I just need some fresh air, I’m gonna go for a walk."
"You sure you feel okay enough to go walking?" I asked a bit concerned.
"Yea, my head just hurts a little that's all. Let's just forget what my uncle did, okay?"
I nodded my head as Timmy started to get dressed and ready to leave.
I was happy that he didn't question why his clothes were off in the first place and I was sure that his uncle left my house by now, so I felt pretty safe.
I wasn’t sure if he wanted to be alone or not but I decided to tag along for the walk anyway. It was getting late and the sun was heading down, so I grabbed a sweatshirt before going outside.

Once I opened the front door, I was glad I put on a sweatshirt because I was greeted by a cold chill. It was also very dark so I could barely make out Timmy's figure already across the front lawn.
That was one difference about the country. It grew very dark rather quickly; where in the city the lights prevented it from ever getting too dark.
I ran across the lawn to catch up with him.
"So uh, where you headed?" I asked, still unaware of the entire location.
"No where in particular." He huffed.

For a long time there was an awkward silence aside from the rhythm of crickets. We walked quite a way's too. I kept thinking about how lost I'd be if we were to get separated, so I made sure to keep up. All of a sudden he interrupted the silence with a conversation I really didn't feel like taking part in.
"I saw you earlier today after school with Katherine, are you guys going out?"
I wasn't really sure what to say. "Well we were thinking about hooking up, but I don't really care for her much right now. I told her to give it a little while."
"A hook up." He repeated. "You cut ninth?" He asked.
"Yea, sorry about that. She wanted to hang out and she kept begging me so I just gave in."
Somewhere along the way we made a turn off the road and were wandering into the middle of a mowed hey field. I guess I was so deep in thought I didn't even notice.

Timmy stopped walking and just stood there for a minute, so I did the same. "I'm gonna ask you a stupid question, but just answer it honestly anyway. If you had the choice to hang with me or her, who would you choose?"
I thought for a minute and weighed everything out. When it came down to it, Timmy meant more to me then Katherine did. I just started to get to know her today when I knew Timmy since I moved here. Not to mention that I just jerked off while thinking about him about an hour ago; but there was no way I could ever tell him that, unless I found out for sure that he was gay.
"You." I answered.

*Timmy’s View*
I made Daylith a promise; I said that we were good friends so I wouldn't get jealous or moody when he was around other people. However, right now all I wanted to do was call him a liar. If he was telling the truth, he wouldn't have cut ninth period; the only period we have together. But he did in order to be with her.
It took all I had not say anything negative. "Okay, I was just curious."
I knew I shouldn't feel this way. I owe him way too much to be like this. He helps me all the time of his own free will and all I do to repay him is get jealous when he wants to be around other friends or girls.
I took a seat on the grass completely hating the way things were going lately.
He sat down next to me and stayed silent for a minute, I could tell he was trying to think of something to say.

"Uh, look Timmy... I know you don't wanna hear this but, you need someone man. There's no way you could hate every girl in this area. If you had a girlfriend, even if she's not the hottest thing in the world, you'd at least have a person to cheer you up, and be there for you. I mean, I’m here for you in all those ways but I’m just a friend to you, and trust me it's a whole different feeling when you have a girlfriend."
He also added for comic relief, "It'll also give you another place to go at night," he said while nudging my arm.

I laid down on the grass and let out a sigh while deciding to just come clean. "I know what you’re trying to say but...I don't know… I’m just not attracted to girls for some reason."
"Then what are you attracted to?" He asked.
"Nothing I guess."
"That's bullshit. You gotta be confused or something. So you’re telling me, that if a hot girl came to you and was all over you, you wouldn't wanna do anything with her?"
"Yea, pretty much." I replied.
"Well what if you saw a really hot guy, kinda like me?" He asked with a smirk.
I smiled and said, "I'm not gay."
If I didn't know any better, I could have sworn I saw disappointment on his face, however, I forgot that thought with his strange outburst.
"Then what the hell??!! Do animals turn you on?!" He stated as a last resort.
"What!!? No way!" I yelled back.
"Hey well, I’ve heard some pretty freaky shit about people and animals, so I figured I should mention it."

"You know, I always thought that it was complicated but just now you made me realize what my issue is. I just plain don't like anyone around here. Everyone in school hates me, so I hate them. My uncle is my only family, so I hate my family. This area has such a small amount of people in it, so I’ve never really been able to meet people outside of here. So everyone I see, I know, and I hate. That's it." I explained.
"So you hate me?" He said.
"You know that I wasn't including you in it, or your dad."
He let out a short laugh, "I know."

We stayed there for about another twenty minutes, and then the cold finally got to us and we headed back to his house.