Danbrook's Angel
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Category:
Drama › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
11
Views:
4,674
Reviews:
51
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter 2
I really appreciate the feedback (bows gratefully and tosses each of you a red rose). Thank you all who've read. I was so happy, I decided to give you two ol' chapters. Please keep reading.
-Scribbles05
Chapter 2
When lunch was over, Oliver was to go to the gym for his third period class. Only one more to go. He kept thinking. When he met Coach John Wilson, Coach spared the easy going routine like all the other teachers did for him. Didn’t bring gym clothes? Didn’t matter. Class wore gym clothes appointed by the school -red shorts with the school mascot stitched on the left leg and white t-shirts with the mascot stitched on the shirt pocket. Coach Wilson tossed Oliver a pair of basketball tennis shoes, a locker and combination, and sent him on his way.
“Line drills! Everybody line up!” Coach Wilson yelled. The class lined up in four lines and began their sprints down the basketball court. While Oliver was in line, he kept getting this feeling he was being watched. When he looked across from him to the next line, he saw Martin staring a hole in him.
“Oh dear.” He mumbled. Coach Wilson blew the whistle again and four more students ran up and down the court. Oliver, Martin, and two others stepped up to the baseline and prepared themselves. Martin jumped up and down and popped his neck. Oliver grabbed one leg by the ankle and pulled it back; his heel would touch his backside. He’d do the other, then he’d stretch his arms across his chest.
Coach Wilson yelled, “Next four get ready!” When the four people before them finished at the other baseline of the court, Coach Wilson blew his whistle and Martin, Oliver, and the other two took off. They ran from the baseline to the free-throw line and back, to the half court line and back, then to the other free-throw line and back. The entire time, Oliver was on Martin’s heels. When it came time for the final sprint all the way to the other baseline, Martin stuck out his foot and tripped Oliver. Oliver landed on his shoulder. “McSherry! What do you think you’re doing?! Save that for the game tomorrow night!” Coach Wilson yelled as the three of them finished their sprints. He walked over to the fallen boy. “You all right son? Can you move?”
Oliver gritted his teeth in pain. “Yessir.” With the coach’s help, Oliver stood up and walked to where the rest of the class stood. Coach Wilson was then called to the office for a telephone call, and the class was left to themselves.
“Nice going asshole.” One of the girls said to Martin.
“Shut up, cocktease.” He looked away from her and saw Oliver staring at him while holding his hurt shoulder. “What?”
“You shouldn’t speak to her that way.”
“I shouldn’t?”
“No. You shouldn’t. You shouldn't talk to ladies like that.”
Martin laughed a little. This fag’s got balls. If he isn’t careful, I’ll crush’em. Where does he get off telling me how to behave when he likes to get fucked as much as these girls here do. Martin walked closer to Oliver to make him feel intimidated...............it worked. Martin was a BIG boy to be just eighteen. Oliver for sure thought he was going to get beaten. “And what about you, Olive Oil?” The class started to chuckle. “Hum? What about you? You think you deserve my respect?” When Oliver looked away from him, he grew angrier. Martin shoved him a bit. “Answer the question, Olive Oil. Simple yes or no.” When Martin still didn’t get an answer, he grabbed Oliver by the shoulders and pinned him against the wall. Oliver winced at the pain from his hurt right shoulder. “Yes or no, Olive Oil!”
“Yes, damn it! Yes!”
“Leave him alone, Martin!” The same girl yelled. When Martin kept his arms around Oliver, she said, “Let him go you jerk!” Martin shoved him into the wall and walked away.
***
“Can you believe that bullshit?!” Martin said to his friends in the locker room after practice. “That bitch wants respect. I’ll give him respect.” He smacked his fist into his hand. “I’m going to kick his ass. Who’s with me?”
“I’m with you.” Willis chimed in. “No one embarrasses me in front of the class and gets away with it.”
“Where should we do it?” AB asked.
“Guys, come on. This is nuts.” Phillip said. “You just met the guy today and you already want to pound his face in?”
“Yes!” Martin exclaimed. “Are you in or not Traynham?!” Phillip threw up his hands in defeat. “What about you, Bobby? You in?” Martin asked.
Bobby had finished changing back into his clothes and tossed his bookbag on his shoulder. He walked to the door and grabbed the knob. “I think you guys are crazy.” Then he left. When he was gone, Coach Wilson and his assistant David Green walked in from his office.
“Is Ardenay in on what?”
“Nothing, Coach.” AB answered.
“Oh I don’t think it’s nothing, Brandon. You boys planning on doing something to that Pierce kid?” He didn’t get an answer, so he took that as a yes. Coach Wilson walked up to Willis and with his index finger, poked him in the shoulder. “You don’t touch him. Understand? Not one finger is to be laid on that boy. If so, you’re all sitting the bench this season. Then see what college scout want’s to see the Fab Five riding the bench.” He and Green left the locker room.
“Maybe not now,” Martin said looking at his friends. “But we will get ours. Oliver’s going down.”
***
Oliver drove home in silence. His arm was throbbing and his head was full of questions. ~I don’t understand why my being gay is such a big deal to them? It wasn’t a big issue back in California why is it taboo to be one here?”
“How was school hon?” Oliver’s mother, Queen, asked him when he walked in the house. She had just gotten off from work and was currently in the kitchen fixing dinner.
“Wonderful.” He exaggerated. He placed his keys on the small table near the door and walked upstairs to his bedroom. Decorated with your typical bedroom items, Oliver’s room was colored a sky blue with white trimming.
Stretched out on his side across his full sized bed, Oliver grabbed a pillow and wrapped his arms around it, as if it were a person. Oliver thought of Vincent and squeezed the pillow tighter. Vincent Corleone was a guy Oliver met and fell in love with two years ago in Florence, Italy. At the time, Oliver was only 16 and Vincent was 19. He took a trip to Italy with his class for the summer and met him at a deli. Vincent was tall, with straight black hair that was always pulled back into a short ponytail, full mouth, brown eyes, and the cutest italian accent he’d ever heard.
At first, their secretive relationship was just friendly with simple conversation and innocent flirting. But as the weeks flew on, they both knew they wanted more. Oliver closed his eyes and remembered all the many times both he and Vincent tried to have sex but were always interrupted. During make out sessions, they’d hear Oliver’s roommate fidgeting with the key to their hotel room, unexpected visitors would come to Vincent’s apartment when he was supposed to meet Oliver, Oliver’s teacher would hold up too much time with the day’s events, or the weather would simply not allow it.
Finally, they got their chance one night, when Vincent snuck in Oliver’s room through the window unexpectedly. Their were two people to every hotel room and each had their own room, so Oliver’s roommate never knew what was happening. It was very dark in his room- Oliver slept better with all the lights off- the only source of light was the street light shining scantily through his window. Oliver smiled to himself, thinking of how beautiful it all was. He had never slept with anyone in his life, so Vincent was sure to be as delicate and gentle as he could be with him; kissing his young adolescent body, running his fingers through the boy’s hair, taking his time in preparing him. When he started to enter him, tears began to form in Oliver’s eyes and run down his cheeks. While continuing to bury himself further into Oliver, Vincent whispered romantic words of affection in his ear in italian, until he was fully engulfed in the boy’s tight body. When Vincent grabbed the boy’s aching shaft and jerked him to his very first orgasm, Oliver felt as if a new world was opened to him.
Vincent taught Oliver everything he knew about how to please a lover. Not so much as a teacher/student, but by just remembering their moments together; how to perfect a kiss, a caress, loving words, eye contact............foreplay.
Every night after their first night together, Vincent would sneak through Oliver’s window. And each time it was more special than the last. But the only hard part about their secret love affair was that they had to settle with soft whispers and panting, so they wouldn’t wake Oliver’s roommate- they were lucky he didn’t wake up when Vincent would rub over Oliver’s prostate and cause him let out a quick moan-, and Oliver having to explain to his teachers and classmates why his eyes would be red some days when he and Vincent would have sex until daybreak. When Oliver’s time in Italy was over, saying goodbye to Vincent was the hardest thing he ever had to do. After all, Vincent left a big impact on him; he hadn’t had sex with anyone since Italy and he thought about his old lover everyday.
“Oliver, you hungry?! Come down and eat something, sweetheart!” Queen yelled from downstairs, bringing Oliver out of his state of reminiscence. With his steadily growing erection, Oliver certainly couldn’t go downstairs looking like that.
“I’ll be down in a minute!” Oliver yelled back as he got up from his bed and made a beeline for the bathroom.
-Scribbles05
Chapter 2
When lunch was over, Oliver was to go to the gym for his third period class. Only one more to go. He kept thinking. When he met Coach John Wilson, Coach spared the easy going routine like all the other teachers did for him. Didn’t bring gym clothes? Didn’t matter. Class wore gym clothes appointed by the school -red shorts with the school mascot stitched on the left leg and white t-shirts with the mascot stitched on the shirt pocket. Coach Wilson tossed Oliver a pair of basketball tennis shoes, a locker and combination, and sent him on his way.
“Line drills! Everybody line up!” Coach Wilson yelled. The class lined up in four lines and began their sprints down the basketball court. While Oliver was in line, he kept getting this feeling he was being watched. When he looked across from him to the next line, he saw Martin staring a hole in him.
“Oh dear.” He mumbled. Coach Wilson blew the whistle again and four more students ran up and down the court. Oliver, Martin, and two others stepped up to the baseline and prepared themselves. Martin jumped up and down and popped his neck. Oliver grabbed one leg by the ankle and pulled it back; his heel would touch his backside. He’d do the other, then he’d stretch his arms across his chest.
Coach Wilson yelled, “Next four get ready!” When the four people before them finished at the other baseline of the court, Coach Wilson blew his whistle and Martin, Oliver, and the other two took off. They ran from the baseline to the free-throw line and back, to the half court line and back, then to the other free-throw line and back. The entire time, Oliver was on Martin’s heels. When it came time for the final sprint all the way to the other baseline, Martin stuck out his foot and tripped Oliver. Oliver landed on his shoulder. “McSherry! What do you think you’re doing?! Save that for the game tomorrow night!” Coach Wilson yelled as the three of them finished their sprints. He walked over to the fallen boy. “You all right son? Can you move?”
Oliver gritted his teeth in pain. “Yessir.” With the coach’s help, Oliver stood up and walked to where the rest of the class stood. Coach Wilson was then called to the office for a telephone call, and the class was left to themselves.
“Nice going asshole.” One of the girls said to Martin.
“Shut up, cocktease.” He looked away from her and saw Oliver staring at him while holding his hurt shoulder. “What?”
“You shouldn’t speak to her that way.”
“I shouldn’t?”
“No. You shouldn’t. You shouldn't talk to ladies like that.”
Martin laughed a little. This fag’s got balls. If he isn’t careful, I’ll crush’em. Where does he get off telling me how to behave when he likes to get fucked as much as these girls here do. Martin walked closer to Oliver to make him feel intimidated...............it worked. Martin was a BIG boy to be just eighteen. Oliver for sure thought he was going to get beaten. “And what about you, Olive Oil?” The class started to chuckle. “Hum? What about you? You think you deserve my respect?” When Oliver looked away from him, he grew angrier. Martin shoved him a bit. “Answer the question, Olive Oil. Simple yes or no.” When Martin still didn’t get an answer, he grabbed Oliver by the shoulders and pinned him against the wall. Oliver winced at the pain from his hurt right shoulder. “Yes or no, Olive Oil!”
“Yes, damn it! Yes!”
“Leave him alone, Martin!” The same girl yelled. When Martin kept his arms around Oliver, she said, “Let him go you jerk!” Martin shoved him into the wall and walked away.
***
“Can you believe that bullshit?!” Martin said to his friends in the locker room after practice. “That bitch wants respect. I’ll give him respect.” He smacked his fist into his hand. “I’m going to kick his ass. Who’s with me?”
“I’m with you.” Willis chimed in. “No one embarrasses me in front of the class and gets away with it.”
“Where should we do it?” AB asked.
“Guys, come on. This is nuts.” Phillip said. “You just met the guy today and you already want to pound his face in?”
“Yes!” Martin exclaimed. “Are you in or not Traynham?!” Phillip threw up his hands in defeat. “What about you, Bobby? You in?” Martin asked.
Bobby had finished changing back into his clothes and tossed his bookbag on his shoulder. He walked to the door and grabbed the knob. “I think you guys are crazy.” Then he left. When he was gone, Coach Wilson and his assistant David Green walked in from his office.
“Is Ardenay in on what?”
“Nothing, Coach.” AB answered.
“Oh I don’t think it’s nothing, Brandon. You boys planning on doing something to that Pierce kid?” He didn’t get an answer, so he took that as a yes. Coach Wilson walked up to Willis and with his index finger, poked him in the shoulder. “You don’t touch him. Understand? Not one finger is to be laid on that boy. If so, you’re all sitting the bench this season. Then see what college scout want’s to see the Fab Five riding the bench.” He and Green left the locker room.
“Maybe not now,” Martin said looking at his friends. “But we will get ours. Oliver’s going down.”
***
Oliver drove home in silence. His arm was throbbing and his head was full of questions. ~I don’t understand why my being gay is such a big deal to them? It wasn’t a big issue back in California why is it taboo to be one here?”
“How was school hon?” Oliver’s mother, Queen, asked him when he walked in the house. She had just gotten off from work and was currently in the kitchen fixing dinner.
“Wonderful.” He exaggerated. He placed his keys on the small table near the door and walked upstairs to his bedroom. Decorated with your typical bedroom items, Oliver’s room was colored a sky blue with white trimming.
Stretched out on his side across his full sized bed, Oliver grabbed a pillow and wrapped his arms around it, as if it were a person. Oliver thought of Vincent and squeezed the pillow tighter. Vincent Corleone was a guy Oliver met and fell in love with two years ago in Florence, Italy. At the time, Oliver was only 16 and Vincent was 19. He took a trip to Italy with his class for the summer and met him at a deli. Vincent was tall, with straight black hair that was always pulled back into a short ponytail, full mouth, brown eyes, and the cutest italian accent he’d ever heard.
At first, their secretive relationship was just friendly with simple conversation and innocent flirting. But as the weeks flew on, they both knew they wanted more. Oliver closed his eyes and remembered all the many times both he and Vincent tried to have sex but were always interrupted. During make out sessions, they’d hear Oliver’s roommate fidgeting with the key to their hotel room, unexpected visitors would come to Vincent’s apartment when he was supposed to meet Oliver, Oliver’s teacher would hold up too much time with the day’s events, or the weather would simply not allow it.
Finally, they got their chance one night, when Vincent snuck in Oliver’s room through the window unexpectedly. Their were two people to every hotel room and each had their own room, so Oliver’s roommate never knew what was happening. It was very dark in his room- Oliver slept better with all the lights off- the only source of light was the street light shining scantily through his window. Oliver smiled to himself, thinking of how beautiful it all was. He had never slept with anyone in his life, so Vincent was sure to be as delicate and gentle as he could be with him; kissing his young adolescent body, running his fingers through the boy’s hair, taking his time in preparing him. When he started to enter him, tears began to form in Oliver’s eyes and run down his cheeks. While continuing to bury himself further into Oliver, Vincent whispered romantic words of affection in his ear in italian, until he was fully engulfed in the boy’s tight body. When Vincent grabbed the boy’s aching shaft and jerked him to his very first orgasm, Oliver felt as if a new world was opened to him.
Vincent taught Oliver everything he knew about how to please a lover. Not so much as a teacher/student, but by just remembering their moments together; how to perfect a kiss, a caress, loving words, eye contact............foreplay.
Every night after their first night together, Vincent would sneak through Oliver’s window. And each time it was more special than the last. But the only hard part about their secret love affair was that they had to settle with soft whispers and panting, so they wouldn’t wake Oliver’s roommate- they were lucky he didn’t wake up when Vincent would rub over Oliver’s prostate and cause him let out a quick moan-, and Oliver having to explain to his teachers and classmates why his eyes would be red some days when he and Vincent would have sex until daybreak. When Oliver’s time in Italy was over, saying goodbye to Vincent was the hardest thing he ever had to do. After all, Vincent left a big impact on him; he hadn’t had sex with anyone since Italy and he thought about his old lover everyday.
“Oliver, you hungry?! Come down and eat something, sweetheart!” Queen yelled from downstairs, bringing Oliver out of his state of reminiscence. With his steadily growing erection, Oliver certainly couldn’t go downstairs looking like that.
“I’ll be down in a minute!” Oliver yelled back as he got up from his bed and made a beeline for the bathroom.