Danbrook's Angel

Not quite Friday, but I'm sure you guys are not complaining.

-Scribbles05


Chapter 9

As the sunrise started to come into view, Oliver and Bobby decided to return home. They both showered and changed back into their prom clothes and walked into the parking lot, but there was no touching, kissing, or holding of hands. It was as if nothing happened that night. Oliver got in his car and just as he was about to start it up, Bobby opened his door and kissed him deeply and quickly. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Smiling, Bobby shut the door and walked away.

As Bobby drove home that morning, he reflected on what he and Oliver had just shared together. He couldn’t believe he joined his body with another guy. It wasn’t the person he experienced it with that was the unbelievable part, it was the actual joining. Oliver was SO warm and he fit perfectly around me; like a glove. Bobby thought. And it wasn’t just the sex that caught Bobby’s attention. Oliver never laughed or passed judgment at his lack of experience. When he started to make love to Oliver, the boy helped guide his hips until he built a steady rhythm. Bobby worried and asked Oliver if he was alright when he started to moan a bit louder as his first orgasm approached. Oliver simply assured him that he was fine and that Bobby was doing perfectly. At that moment, Bobby felt more at peace than he had in a long time. Normally, he’d be focusing on making his father happy with his football career, making his mother happy with his schooling, and making his friends happy, he forgot about making himself happy. And that’s what he was feeling. Oliver was what made him happy.

When he arrived home, Pauline had a shocked look on her face when she passed by her son entering his room as she was getting out of bed to use the bathroom. “You’re just getting home?” She asked.

“Yeah.” Bobby tossed his tuxedo jacket on the bed with this content smile on his face. Pauline caught Bobby's oddly chipper behavior and automatically linked it to drugs.

“Son, are you high?”

Bobby laughed. “What? No.”

“Then what’s with that smile on your face? Did you have sex last night?”

The boy blushed. “Mom--”

Pauline put up a hand. “I’m just going to ask you one question--Did you use protection? I don’t need her parents telling me you got her pregnant.”

“Mom, you’ll never see that happen.” After all, Oliver can’t get pregnant. Bobby thought.

************

“My goodness, Oliver. What was so fun that you couldn’t leave it until after five o’clock in the morning?” Queen asked her son. She was sitting in the den watching a Lifetime Movie, when he walked in; his shirt crumpled and untucked, bow tie untied, and vest hanging open.

“I was just out.”

“With who? You have a stash of friends out there that I don’t know about?”

Oliver smiled and started up the stairs. “No Mama.” She watched him walk up the stairs and noticed a limp about him. It wasn’t very obvious, but if you were his mother and cared for him since he was a baby, you would see it.

Queen hopped off the couch and walked to the bottom of the stairs. “Wait a minute. Come back down here.” Oliver stopped and walked back down. “What’s wrong with you, darling?”

Oliver shrugged. “Nothing.”

“Honey, I may have been born at night, but not last night. You’re limping a bit.”

“Mama, there is nothing wrong with me. I’m just tired.”

“No. That’s not it.” Quickly Queen grabbed Oliver by the arm, turned him slightly, and spanked him on his backside. It wasn’t hard -actually it was very light- but Oliver still hissed at the pain. His mother nodded her head. “I see.”

“What was that for?!.............You see what?”

She let go of Oliver’s arm and instead placed his face between her hands. She looked him deep in the eyes. “You were with Bobby last night weren’t you?” Oliver turned his gaze away. “It’s ok, sweets. I’m not mad.”

“You’re not.”

She shook her head. “No. Do you think I’m blind? I see the chemistry between you two. Bobby’s a sweet boy. I’m glad you’ve found someone to talk to and confide in in this shitty town. He’d come over and I’d see this bright sparkle form in your eyes and you’d nearly float when you’d walk.” She kissed his forehead then brought him in for a warm hug. “I love you, baby. I want nothing but the best for you. That includes people.”

“I know you do. I love you too, Mama.” Oliver said as he hugged his mother back.

****************

Monday came around and Oliver sat in Mrs. Austin’s class working on his sports section on the computer. Priscilla was working on the computer next to him. While he was typing, he kept seeing his friend staring at him from out the corner of his eye. “What?”

“How was it?”

“How was what?”

Priscilla turned away from her computer and faced Oliver. “Don’t play dumb. I was going to call you Sunday and ask, but I was too tired. Where’d you two go?”

“A hotel outside of town.” Oliver said as he kept typing.

Priscilla rolled her eyes. “Don’t act like you don’t want to talk about it. I know you do.”

A slow smile crossed Oliver’s lips and he quickly turned to face his friend. “You’re right. I gotta tell somebody.” He closed his eyes and sighed. “It was amazing.”

“What? Get out.”

“Really,” Oliver looked over his shoulder to make sure no one was listening to them in the far back. “Bobby probably has the most comforting dick I’ve ever known.” Priscilla started to giggle.

“How cute is this?! Well, maybe from all the experience, he probably knew what to do.”

Oliver shook his head. “He is -was- a virgin.”

Priscilla’s eyes widened. “How many times did you do it?”

“Twice. Once that night, then early that morning. The second one was unexpected. He just kind of snuck up on me.”

Priscilla rested her elbows on her knees with her chin in her hands. “How big is he?”

Oliver turned crimson. “I can’t tell you that.

“Well who can you tell if you won’t tell your best friend? I’ve seen Bobby walking around. He’s a big boy, very muscular. He’s got to be big.”

“Alright............maybe he is.”

She clapped her hands together. “Ha. I knew it.”

Oliver turned back to his computer. “Okay. Play time’s over.”

“Ok.” She turned to her computer and placed her hands above her keyboard ready to type. “Just one last question. Does he have washboard abs.” Oliver saw Mrs. Austin walk by them to the file room.

“Yes, okay? Now hush.”

Oliver left the classroom to head for the bathroom. He really didn’t have to go, but Priscilla was going to drive him insane with all her “just one last question” questions and giggles. He walked down the vacant hall and noticed a figure walking towards him. “Bobby, hi.” Oliver smiled at his lover.

“Is anyone behind me?” Bobby asked as they closed in on each other.

“N-No.” Oliver answered suspiciously.

“Good.” Bobby opened the door to an old classroom that had been unoccupied for over three years -it was used as a “toss your junk in here” room- and pulled Oliver inside. There, he backed him into a wall and kissed him deeply. Before Oliver could catch a breath, Bobby started to unbutton the boy’s fitted jeans and pull them and his underwear down his legs.

“What are you doing? Oliver asked once he managed to get his lips away from his lover.

Steadily busy pulling Oliver’s jeans and shoes off, he whispered, “Do you have to guess?” Bobby started on his own pants. He opened up his jeans, pulled out his full erection, and proceeded to coat himself with lube he kept in his back pocket. He was on his way to excuse Oliver out of class and he had stopped by his locker to grab his small bottle of lubricant from his book bag. Like a rag doll, the football star lifted Oliver to his waist and pressed him against the wall. Quickly and deeply, Bobby started to fuck Oliver.

Oliver started panting and when he spoke, he could barely keep his whisper from turning into a full fledged yell. “My ah...ah...My teacher is....is going to.......expect me.....any minute now.” He gave a long moan when Bobby pulled almost all the way out then slid back in until the very hilt smacked his inner thighs. “I gotta go.”

Bobby grinned. “Well, I guess then I’m going to have to make this one quick.” Laying his lover on his back on top of a lab table, Bobby held Oliver’s legs around his hips as he slammed into the boy.

Oliver returned to class and no one noticed he was limping a bit, with the exception of Priscilla. Slowly, he sat back down in his chair at the computer. He started typing, but stopped when he heard his best friend next to him giggling. “What?” He asked.

“You two have turned into some nymphomaniacs.”

************

Queen was sick one Saturday morning and she sent Oliver to the store to get her some soup, saltine crackers, and ginger ale. The little country store wasn’t far from his home, so he decided to walk it since it was such a nice day. When he left the store toting a brown paper bag, he heard loud rock music playing, then the sound of an approaching pick up truck. “Olive Oil!” He heard someone yell. Oliver turned around and saw AB and Phillip on the back and Martin on the driver’s side with Willis in the passenger seat. “Hey Oliver, where you going?” Martin asked.

“Home.” Oliver kept walking down the sidewalk.

Martin crept along beside him. “Why don’t you ride with us? We’ll drop you off.”

“No, thanks. I’m fine walking.”

“Oh come on,” AB said from the back of the truck. “don’t be a wuss. We’re not going to hurt you.”

Oliver kept walking. “Come on Oliver.” Phillip said. Oliver stopped walking. “We’re just going to drop you off. I promise, they won’t do anything to you. Right guys?” The other boys nodded. Phillip stood up, opened the back of the truck, and extended his hand. Oliver thought about just saying no and continue walking, but Phillip was on his side. Bobby said he knew of their relationship and was fine with it. So, Oliver took the boy’s hand and climbed in the back.

Martin threw the truck in gear and drove off. Oliver clutched the brown bag as they rode. “So listen, Oliver.” AB started. “There’s a reason why we asked to give you a ride home today.”

Oh great. Oliver thought. “W-What is it?”

“We want to apologize. What we’ve been doing to you this past year has been wrong. Especially during our time out for suspension, we had a chance to talk about it and think about what we’ve done to you.”

Oliver started to feel a bit uncomfortable. He didn’t know what to think. “You did?”

“Yeah. We shouldn’t beat up on your just because you are what you are. I mean, it’s not like you have tried to hook up with one of us, right?”

Oliver thought about Bobby. Does he still count as one of them? He doesn’t hang out with them as much anymore. “N-No.”

“Okay then.”

“Is........Is this coming from you or all of you?”

AB laughed. “All of us. Come on, lets shake on it.” AB extended his hand and after a moment of contemplating, Oliver finally decided to accept. The truck pulled into the boy’s driveway and Oliver hoped off the back. When he was making his way inside, Martin hollered out the window.

“Hey, Oliver.” Oliver turned around. “Did AB talk to you about what we’ve been thinking?”

“Yeah.”

“Maybe we can try being friends now, huh?” Willis said smiling.

“Sure, ok.” Oliver walked in the house and Martin pulled out back on the road. He stopped at an empty park and the guys all sat around a picnic table.

AB laughed. “That was easy.”

“Yeah.” Willis said. “I would’ve thought the little ass humper would’ve been suspicious. Especially since we terrorized him from day one.”

Martin played with his keys. “Well, atleast we got it over with. The principle has been down our fucking throats lately as to why the dork is still going out his way to dodge us during school. She was gonna have a conference with our parents if we didn’t start to make nice with the bitch. And I don’t know about you guys, but my old man’s drunken ass ain’t comin' to no conference.”

“So I guess that means we can’t touch him until graduation.” AB said.

“Right. We gotta make sure he feels comfortable around us, so there’s no conference. Got it?” Martin jerked as a thought came to him. “Say, where the hell is Bobby, anyway? No one’s heard from him in ages.”

Willis shrugged.

AB tossed his hands. “I don’t know.”

“What about you, Phillip?” Martin asked. “You seen him?”

Phillip knew that Bobby was spending time over Oliver’s house. Bobby was so glad that he had a friend to confide in about this, he told Phillip that he was in love with Oliver. He even told him they were in a physical relationship. Phillip was always a very passive person, so he’d just accept it and keep going. No big deal for him. “N-No. I haven’t seen him.”

“N-No?” Martin mocked him laughing. “Geez, you’re starting to sound like Olive Oil. What’s with the stuttering, Phillip? You hiding something? You and Ardenay humping dicks on the down low?” The other guys laughed.

Phillip turned red with embarrassment. I’m not going to be the replacement for his jokes now that he can’t pick on Oliver anymore. He thought. “It’s not MY dick he’s humping.”

The guys stopped laughing. Willis stared at Phillip. “What did you say?”

“I said--”

“No, I know what you said. I just don’t believe it. If I hadn’t known you all my life, I’d swear you were lying and would’ve beat the shit out of you.”

Martin leaned in. “Are you saying Bobby’s queer?” Phillip realized what he’d done, then he thought it best to not say anything anymore. But it was too late for that. “He is, isn’t he? Who’s he fucking, Phillip?”

Phillip kept silent. He looked down at the table. Sweat was forming on his brow.

AB got impatient. “Who?!”

Willis looked around as a strike of realization passed over him. “It’s Oliver.” He whispered. All the guys looked at him. “Of course. How could we not have seen it? First, he would never join in when we talked about the boy during lunch, then he started to sit with him, then Oliver became his tutor, then he beat up on you, Martin, for picking on him, AND he refused to join in when we beat Oliver up. He’s fucking Oliver!”

Martin shook his head. “That sick bastard. You telling me all those times we changed together in the locker rooms, he was checking us out?”

“Son of a bitch.” AB said. “Bobby’s a fudge packer. No wonder he’s been a virgin for so long. Even Phillip has fucked a girl before and you’re the quietest person in town.” He slammed his fists on the table. “We gotta do something. This shit is pissing me off. Oliver is gonna start spreading his homo ways to all the people in town pretty soon.”

“Don’t worry.” Martin said. “We’ll do something as soon as we graduate. Then...........it’s all over.”


TBC........R&R.

Wow. I guess it didn't take me as long as I thought to get back into the groove of this story. It surprised me because this is the first new chapter I've written for this story in over four months. Hope you like it.