A gay story: Clark’s Story Ch. 02 Ch. 2: College Boy
I had a hard time adjusting to college. My roommate had other friends and I didn’t click with anyone in the dorm or in my classes. It was about three weeks in when I broke down. I called Gordie on his cell phone and I broke down and cried. I told him how much I missed home, my parents… and him. I told him how awful it was, how I didn’t know anyone, how I didn’t like my business classes. He listened to me and let me cry and comforted me and told me to hang in there. “Next time I see you, I’ll give ya a big hug,” he had said. After hanging up the phone, I did feel better.
I pulled out a small box I had hidden away in my desk and opened it. I had several pictures of Gordie and a few of Gordie and me together. My favorite was one that was taken by my friend on yearbook at the homecoming bonfire. I also had the homecoming flier that had the football team picture on it with his name listed below, as well as a few small mementos from things we had done together. I looked through the pictures and then closed the box and hid it in the back of my desk drawer.
A month later on a Saturday night, I went downstairs to the rec room. There were some guys playing pool, but no one was watching the TV. I turned it to a ‘Battlestar Galactica’ marathon. Yeah, it was really nerdy, but at this point I didn’t care anymore what people thought of me.
I was so into the show, I barely noticed when another guy joined me on the couch. During a commercial break, he spoke up. “This episode is awesome, isn’t it?”
“Yeah,” I said and looked over at him.
He was an attractive guy, tall and skinny. Dark brown hair and brown eyes. He was dressed in a black t-shirt and worn jeans. His forearms were furry with dark brown hair.
“I’m Ben, by the way.”
“I’m Clark.”
And that’s how I met Ben. He was a nice guy. We hit it off right away. We liked the same TV shows and movies. One night after eating pizza in his dorm room, we came out to each other. His high school boyfriend was going to Michigan State and they were dating long distance. He showed me a picture of the two of them. Ben’s boyfriend was a tall and muscular black guy. I told Ben that he was very handsome and they made an attractive couple.
I told him about Gordie and what happened between us and he sympathized with me. I later showed him a picture of Gord, where he was sitting on the back of his pickup truck. He was wearing jeans and cowboy boots as usual and he was smoking a cigarette. Ben made a joke that now that he knew what I liked, he was going to find me another ‘redneck bear’ for a boyfriend.
Things weren’t so bad after that. I found it very liberating that I could be myself around Ben and we could talk about anything, even boys. I relied on Ben’s friendship to get me through the school year and we made plans to be roommates our second year.
Over the summer, Dad made me work for him again. Dad owned an ag supply company. We sold and serviced tractors and small farm equipment, but it was also hardware and parts retail store. Dad had me work the register in the store.
I did get a chance to spend a weekend with Ben in Grand Rapids and I met his boyfriend, Ty. He was a really nice guy and they did make a great couple. Ty was attentive and affectionate towards Ben. He always had his arm around Ben and Ben’s smile and eyes lit up the room when Ty was around. I admit that I was more than a little bit envious of what they had together.
I only saw Gordie twice over the summer. He was really busy working for his dad’s landscape company and he was doing this football camp thing with kids. On both occasions we met for dinner. We were friendly and made small talk and caught up. We told stories about school and classes. He had made new friends on the football team and I told him about Ben.
I noticed that he kept his distance from me, both physically and emotionally. I was still very much in love with him and I was still very much attracted to him. All he had to do was ask. I would have done anything he wanted. I’m sure he realized this and that was why he was holding back. I guess he did not feel the same way about me. I guess that was what finally allowed me to move on.
***
My second year of college started out great. I was rooming with Ben and we both got along very well. My classes were better this year, though I wasn’t crazy about accounting.
I went to a Halloween party with Ben and he introduced me to a guy he knew, Donnie. Donnie was a big guy, just like I liked. He had a shaved head and his beard was a couple of days outgrown. He was kind of goofy looking and not very attractive, but the fact that he was wearing a fireman’s costume and I was on my second cup of beer allowed me to overlook that.
After both of us had another beer, we were back in my dorm room and on my bed. Donnie pulled me to him and kissed me hard. His kisses were wet and sloppy. It wasn’t long before he unzipped his pants and pulled his hard dick out. He pushed the back of my head down to his crotch. He had a very respectable circumcised dick. It wasn’t as big and nice as Gordie’s, but I wasn’t complaining. It seemed like I had just taken him into my mouth and started sucking and bobbing when he grabbed my head and came in my mouth. It was over in less than two minutes.
He didn’t seem interested in reciprocating and he zipped up his pants and stood up. He thanked me and said it was great and asked for my phone number. I gave him my cell number. I figured I’d give him another shot when he wasn’t drunk. Maybe it would be better then. It didn’t matter. He never called me back.
***
After working another summer with Dad, I returned to school for my junior year. Ben and I moved into one of the nicer dorms on campus. The rooms were slightly bigger here and we were closer to our classes.
I met Bart Bronson the first week in my business management class, which was my last class of the day on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. The prof divided us into groups for projects and discussions. Bart chose himself as the team leader of our group of five. We went around the group and introduced ourselves. Bart said he was a junior, and one of the girls in the group asked how old he was and he said he was 28. He joined the Army when he graduated high school and was in for eight years and even served multiple tours in Iraq. We were all impressed and he took charge of the group right away.
Bart was tall with a muscular build. He had a ruggedly handsome face. He had dark brown hair cut in a high and tight military style. He had a full, but neatly trimmed goatee and moustache, and also a couple days growth on the rest of his beard. He had a gruff demeanor and his voice was deep and gravelly. He had on a black short sleeved button-down shirt over a white v-neck t-shirt, tight blue jeans and black boots. The v-neck of his t-shirt exposed a chest covered in thick dark brown hair. I quickly looked away when he caught me checking him out.
While both of the girls in our group openly flirted with him, he all but ignored them. I caught him staring at me with a smug smirk on more than one occasion. My leg fidgeted nervously. He obviously figured out I was gay and I was sure he was going to make my life hell.
After class, we went to the library because he wanted to go over how we were going to split up the first project. He divided the work pretty evenly and fairly.
“Clark will help me compile everything into one submission,” Bart said. “Okay, that’s it. See you all on Wednesday.”
We all packed up our notebooks and got up to leave.
“Clark, I need you to stay behind,” he said. Everyone else got up and left as I stood waiting for Bart. My heart was pounding and my mouth was dry.
“Let’s go,” he said. I followed him out of the library and we quietly walked to a parking lot to a black GMC Yukon SUV.
“Get in” was his command.
We drove to a pub off campus and I followed him in and we sat in a booth and he ordered two beers. I was surprised that the waitress didn’t ask for my ID. He slid one of the glasses to me and took a big drink. I nervously sipped mine as he watched me.
“I make you nervous, boy?” he asked.
I nodded.
“I’m not gonna do anything you don’t want me to do. Relax. Drink your beer.”
After we drank our beers, we walked back out to the car. He opened the passenger door for me. Before I could climb in, he moved in close. He rested his left hand on the top of the car and his right on top the door. He leaned in closer.
“You got two choices, boy. I can take you back to your dorm, or I can take you to my apartment.”
My knees weakened and my pulse quickened. I couldn’t believe this big hunky stud wanted me.
“I… I don’t want to go back to the dorm yet,” I whispered.
“You understand what that means? No backing out. And make no mistake, I will be fucking your ass tonight. And I won’t be gentle.”
I swallowed and nodded and got into the SUV.
“Good boy,” he said.
We drove to Bart’s apartment. It was a nice two bedroom apartment not far from campus. I was surprised at now sophisticated it was decorated. It was uncluttered and masculine and clean. I followed him into the kitchen and he threw a couple of steaks on the broiler. He had me toss a pre-bagged salad into a bowl and steam some vegetables in the microwave. He opened a bottle of red wine and poured us both a glass. We sat down and ate at his dining room table. While we ate, we talked about family. He had an older sister, but both of his parents were dead. I wondered if that was how he was able to afford his nice truck and apartment, but I didn’t ask. We talked a little bit about his time in the Army, but I could tell he became uncomfortable when Iraq came up, so we changed the subject. As we ate dinner and talked, I became less nervous and more relaxed.
After we finished eating, I thanked him for dinner and he smiled and asked me to put the dishes into the dishwasher. I rinsed the plates and put everything into the dishwasher. I used the bathroom and then joined him in the living room.
He was sitting on the couch listening to the stereo, which was quietly playing soft jazz. He patted the space next to him and I sat down with him. He put his arm around me. He pulled my glasses off and set them down on the coffee table.
“You’re much cuter without these glasses,” he noted. “You should think about getting contacts.”
Bart put his hand on the back of my head and leaned in and kissed me hard. I opened my mouth to him and accepted his tongue. Bart was a great kisser, almost as good as Gordie. He pinched my nipple hard and I grunted in pain. He broke the kiss and said, “I’ll give you one last chance to back out, boy.”
“I want to stay,” I whispered.
He stood and pulled me up off the sofa by the hand and led me to his bedroom. He practically tore my clothes off. He used his finger to pull my 4.5″ dick away from my stomach. When he let go, it snapped back up and he chuckled. “Good thing I’m not a size queen.”
I blushed beet red in humiliation. Bart pushed me back onto the bed and slowly stripped his clothes off. He was huge everywhere. His arms and legs, his chest. His hard chest and stomach were covered in thick hair. He had a large tattoo depicting an eagle with an American flag covering his right upper arm. His nearly 6″ erect cock stood up at a 45-degree angle and curved upwards and was an average thickness. He was uncircumcised and his foreskin was retracted behind a big mushroom head. I thought it would have been bigger, but it was nice.
“Come here, boy,” he growled. “On your knees, cocksucker.”
My face burned at his language, but I obeyed. I got on my knees in front of him and I looked up to his face. He grabbed a hold of his cock and smacked my face with it.
“Suck it, boy.”
I grabbed the base of his cock. Bart slapped my hand away.
“I said suck, bitch! If I wanted a hand job, I’d have asked for one.”
I put my hands on his thighs and leaned forward and took him into my mouth. I started sucking and bobbing up and down on his cock.
“Yeah, take that cock, boy,” he grunted. “Take it into your throat.”
Bart grabbed the sides of my head and pushed deeper into my mouth. I choked and gagged and he backed off. He thrust back into my mouth until my nose was buried in his bush. He held my head and fucked my mouth. I closed my eyes and let him use me.
“Get it good and wet, ’cause I’m gonna fuck your hot little ass.”
Bart pulled me up and directed me onto the bed onto my hands and knees. He had lube and condoms on the nightstand. He rolled on a condom and squirted lube on it and used his hand to slick it up and down. He poured lube into my ass crack and knelt behind me and lined up the head of his dick against my hole.
“Bart, it’s been a long time. Go slow.”
“Shut the fuck up, cunt,” he said as he smacked my ass hard. “I’m gonna make you my bitch.”
Bart thrust hard into me all the way to the hilt. I cried out in pain. I cramped up at the intense burning and pain.
“Bart, it hurts so bad,” I cried. “Please stop, please.”
“Stop with that fucking crying and take it like a man!”
Bart slapped my ass again. He held still inside my ass until my crying turned to whimpers. He grabbed my hips and started moving in and out of me, quickly building up speed and intensity.
“Take my cock! Whose bitch are you? Who does this hole belong to?”
“You, Bart,” I grunted. “It’s… yours…”
He grunted and groaned and used me for his pleasure.
“I’m gonna come, boy! Here it comes! Yeah, you little fucker! Take my come!”
Bart howled and thrust into me hard and blasted his load into the condom. I whimpered in pain as he pulled out of me. I collapsed onto the bed and rolled over onto my stomach. Bart emptied the condom onto my semi-erect cock.
“Get yourself off,” he commanded.
I reached down began stroking my dick, using Bart’s come as lube. I came hard after a couple of minutes. Bart pulled me out of the bed and I followed him to the bathroom. He turned on the shower and I stepped in. He pulled a condom out of the vanity drawer and ripped the package open, then stepped in the shower with me. We soaped each other up and rinsed off. His cock stiffened as I washed him.
He rolled the condom on and pushed me against the back wall. He reached down to my ass and lifted me up. He bent slightly and pushed into me. He held me pinned against the wall and fucked me slow and steady while he sucked on my neck. In this position, I got more stimulation against my dick and prostate and before too long, I pushed my hand between us and grabbed myself and immediately cried out and came. He fucked me harder and then finally shot into the condom.
Bart took me to his bed and he laid on his back and pulled me to him. I laid down with my head on his chest. He softly kissed me and rubbed my back and shoulders tenderly and gently. I gently rubbed the hair on his chest and stomach. I know I shouldn’t compare him to Gordie, but I couldn’t help it. Bart’s chest and stomach were hard with muscle. It looked good, but wasn’t nearly as nice to cuddle with as Gordie’s softer body.
“You’re a good boy, Clark,” Bart whispered. “You’re my boy now.”
Bart’s hand moved down to my butt and he ran his finger across my slick hole. “This belongs to me.”
We laid together for a while until I started to fall asleep.
“Roll over,” he grunted as he pushed me off him. He turned over onto his side with his back away from me. I turned my back to him and curled up into a ball and wondered why he didn’t want to cuddle with me as I fell asleep.
***
Bart and I began officially dating after that night. When I walked into class on Wednesday with Bart I could tell the others in our group were staring at me. I’m sure they saw the hickeys on my neck, plus the way Bart practically guarded over me, it was pretty obvious what was happening between us.
I discovered quickly that Bart was a very jealous and controlling person. If I even talked to another guy, he would get pissed. He’d yell at me, saying that I was disrespectful, or he’d call me a slut. Sometimes he’d take it out on my ass by smacking it while being extra rough in bed.
Ben was happy that I found someone at first, but after a few weeks, he started to experience the brunt of Bart’s jealous ranting.
By winter break, Ben was begging me to dump Bart. He said Bart was mean and controlling and treated me badly. Ben and Bart got into a fight right before the break. Ben had enough of Bart’s attitude and Bart thought that Ben was trying to steal me away from him. After a bunch of yelling and pushing, Bart decked Ben and knocked him to the floor. I had to physically pull Bart away from Ben.
After that, things weren’t the same between Ben and I. He was upset with me because I didn’t break up with Bart, especially after Bart punched him. He said I would regret choosing Bart over him one day. After winter break, I spent a lot more time with Bart and less and less time with Ben.
On Christmas Eve, I was having a quiet dinner with my parents. Mom and Dad asked about school, about my classes and friends. I took a deep breath and told them I had met someone and that we’d been dating for a couple of months. “His name is Bart,” I said before adding in a whisper, “I’m gay.” I hung my head down and waited for the crying or yelling to start.
“We know, honey,” Mom said quietly.
“It’s okay, son,” Dad said.
“It is?” I said. My eyes filled with tears.
“We’ve known a long time,” Mom said. “But when we saw you and Gordon asleep in your bed… naked… well, I guess we knew for sure.”
Mom and Dad both smiled and laughed a little bit.
“Oh, my god,” I groaned and blushed red with embarrassment.
“He was spooned up behind you and holding you like you were precious to him. It was actually very sweet.”
I winced.
Dad cleared his throat. “When you two… split up… You were so hurt, Clark, I wanted to tell you then that I knew, but I don’t think you were ready to tell us. It broke my heart to see you crying so hard.”
“You held me.”
“Of course. You’re still my little boy, and you were hurting.”
Dad’s eyes turned glassy as he remembered that night.
A tear slipped down my cheek. “I loved Gordie so much. It hurt when he didn’t want me anymore.”
“You still love him.” Mom stated more than asked.
I nodded and cleared my throat and wiped away the tears.
“So, tell us about this Bart,” Dad said.
***
In March, Bart asked me to move in with him when winter semester ended in April. I agreed and decided to take a class in spring session.
We spent a few days at my parents’ home in between the winter and spring semesters. When they got me alone, they told me that Bart wasn’t right for me, he was too old for me. Dad didn’t like his attitude. They were adamant about me not moving in with him.
By the second day, the tension was unbearable. Bart and I were in the living room sitting on the couch watching a Tigers baseball game with Dad.
Bart stroked the back of my neck. “Get me another beer.”
I stood up and Bart patted my ass. Dad bristled and tensed up.
“He’s not your slave,” Dad growled to Bart. “Get it yourself.”
“Clark is more than happy service me. And I mean that in every sense of the word. Isn’t that right, boy?”
My mouth fell open in shock. Dad stood up. His face turned beet red and he balled his hands into fists.
“Get the fuck out of my house,” Dad growled.
“Clark,” Bart said as he calmly stood. “Get the bags. We’re leaving.”
“Clark, you’re not going anywhere,” Dad said.
“It’s your choice, Clark,” Bart said. “You won’t get a second chance this time.”
Bart walked and headed upstairs.
“I’m sorry, Dad,” I said, standing to follow Bart.
“Clark, you’re making a mistake, son. You walk out of this house with that man, you’ll regret it.”
“I love him, Dad.”
I got my bag and got into the truck with Bart. As Bart backed out of the driveway, I was crying.
“Don’t start with that fucking crying shit,” he growled. “You hear me? Act like a man.”
I wiped my face and sniffled and tried to ‘man up’.
“Fucking cry baby,” he muttered.
I turned my head and looked out the window as we drove away from home.
***
I returned to school with Bart. It was nice living with Bart most of the time. The rent he charged me was really cheap. To make up for it, I did most of the chores: the laundry, cooking, cleaning.
Since we were now living together, we had sex a lot more often, almost every night. He was usually very rough and in charge, but sometimes, he would show me such love and tenderness. Those were the moments I craved.
After I left home, Dad and Mom called me repeatedly and I ignored their calls. They would leave voice mails for me to leave Bart or beg me call them. Dad continued to pay for school and send me checks, but the phone calls eventually stopped.
I got a birthday card from them in July. It had a check in it and they wrote “We miss you. We love you. Mom + Dad” I locked myself in the bathroom and held the card to my chest and bawled. Later that afternoon, Bart saw the card. He looked at me and knew I was upset. He held me and kissed me tenderly.
Bart stroked my face and gently kissed my cheeks, nose and lips. “I love you, Clark. You know that, right?”
That was the first time he told me he loved me.
“I love you, too, Bart.”
He took me out for a nice dinner. When we got home, he gave me my birthday gift: a very nice watch. I knew it was expensive. I thanked him and kissed him and he took me to the bedroom.
Bart started out on top of me, slow and gentle, and when I was so aroused I was about to burst, he pulled out of me and flipped me over on to my stomach. He grabbed my hips and pulled me up to my hands and knees. He gripped my hips tightly and pounded me relentlessly. I whimpered as he grunted and growled obscenities. The head of his cock jabbed repeated against my prostate and I finally had to grab my dick and come. My back arched and I threw my head back and cried out his name as I spurt onto the sheets below me. By the time Bart pushed into me and came, my arms were so wobbly I was on the verge of collapsing.
Bart finally collapsed onto my back and pushed me flat onto the bed, grinding me into the wet sheets.
“Good boy” he whispered into my ear as we were overcome with sleep.
***
That next spring, Bart and I went on vacation for spring break. He took me to New York City. The first night in the hotel was amazing. The room was very nice, with a big soft bed. The bathroom was like a spa with a huge tub and tiled shower.
We went out to a nice dinner and then returned to the hotel. Bart and I kissed and made out while we stripped each others’ clothes off.
Bart stroked my face and gently kissed my cheeks, nose and lips. “I love you, boy.”
“I love you, Bart.”
Bart pulled a bottle of lube and some condoms out of his bag. He laid me down onto the bed and climbed on top of me. He kissed me passionately. He rolled the condom onto his cock and lubed both my hole and his cock. He slowly pushed into me and held it so I could get used to it.
When he started moving, it was slow and steady with strong hard thrusts. My legs were wrapped around his waist and I tightened them and gripped his shoulders.
“Oh god, Bart, yes,” I moaned.
“Yeah, boy, you love that cock, don’t you?”
“Yeah, Bart, it feels so good.”
Bart and I made slow, passionate love. I reached between our bodies and stroked myself. He held back until I came. Bart soon after unloaded into the condom and collapsed on top of me. He led me by the hand to the bathroom and we relaxed in a warm bath. I sat between his legs with my back against his chest. He was being so nice and so sweet and I felt content and happy. I relaxed back into him and fell asleep for a few minutes while he held me.
We spent the next three days sightseeing. We hit most of the tourist areas. I was wide-eyed and amazed the whole time. We walked around in the gay neighborhoods holding hands. We were both having a really great time.
On Thursday, Bart took me to my first gay bar. He wore a white wife beater, leather pants and black boots. He had me put on a tight wife beater and a tight pair of jeans. The bar was not what I expected. It was dark and seedy and a little scary. Many of the guys there were wearing leather and they were all big and rough looking. I clung to Bart’s side, though I didn’t need to. He told me not to go off anywhere without him and he had his arm around my neck or shoulders most of the time. He got both of us drinks from the bar and we made our way to a back corner.
Bart took me to the dance floor and we danced very close, with Bart grinding into me and kissing me as we danced. After 20 minutes, he grabbed my hand and pulled me off the floor. He led me through the bar to a back room. It was dimly lit, but I could see that there were other guys in there. They were grunting, groaning, groping, kneeling, moving against each other. Someone brushed up against me and I grabbed onto Bart’s arm.
He led me to a small table in the back corner and kissed me. When he started unbuckling my belt, I grabbed his hands and whispered “No, not here.”
He grabbed my wrists and kissed me hard, pinning me against the wall. He turned me around and bent me over the table and pulled my pants down enough to expose my ass.
I looked back to see him pull a condom and a packet of lube out of his pockets. He tore open the lube and poured it into my crack. I tried to get up, but he pushed me back down. He held me down with his hand in the middle of my back while he unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out. It was hard and throbbing. He rolled the condom on and lubed it up. He kicked my legs apart and pushed me back down onto the table with his left hand as he guided his cock into me with his right.
He pushed in too fast and I cried out in pain. He held still for a few moments and then grabbed onto my shoulders and pounded in and out of me. I laid on the table and gripped the edge tightly and closed my eyes and whimpered, trying to relax and will the pain away.
Just when it was starting to feel good, I felt a presence near my head. I opened my eyes and a big guy in a leather pants wearing a leather harness on his bare chest moved in front of me. His jeans were unzipped and he was stroking a large cut cock. Bart grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back. The leather man moved closer and Bart pushed my head forward and the leather man’s thick dick slid into my mouth. I put my hands on his thighs and tried to push him away, but he grabbed my head and held it in place. He fucked my mouth as Bart fucked my ass. I wanted him to finish quickly so I sucked and slurped on it and within a few minutes, he unloaded his seed into my mouth. He patted my head like a dog, then stepped back and buttoned up his jeans and left. Bart thrust into me one final time and with a loud grunt shot into the condom. He slowly pulled out of me and tied off the condom and dropped it onto the floor. He pulled me upright and hiked up my pants.
I turned around and grabbed onto him, wrapping my arms around his chest.
“I want to go, Bart,” I cried. “I didn’t want to do that. Please, let’s just go back to the hotel.”
“Stop fucking crying, boy. Don’t be such a god damned pussy all the time.”
I pulled myself together and buttoned up my jeans. Bart sighed and put his arm around my shoulders.
“I’m sorry for that, Clark,” he said quietly. “I thought you’d be into it. Okay?”
I nodded. I was trembling as Bart led me to the bar and ordered us both another drink. By the time I finished the drink, I was much calmer. We stayed for a little while longer and then took a cab back to the hotel. I was exhausted and wanted to take a shower and go to bed. Bart and I went to the bathroom and got undressed to shower. While Bart warmed the water, I brushed my teeth.
Bart came up behind me and started kissing my neck and shoulders. I could feel his hard-on pressing into me. He pulled a condom out of his toilet kit and tore it open. I closed my eyes as he grabbed me and pulled me down onto my hands and knees onto the rug on the bathroom floor.
Bart was relentless. I whimpered and moaned from his pounding.
“So… fucking… tight…,” he grunted.
It was uncomfortable on the floor and when he pulled out, I was relieved. He pulled me up to my feet and dragged me into the shower. He turned the shower head to the wall so that the water wasn’t raining on us. He pushed me against the wall and entered me from behind. I closed my eyes and let him take me, hoping he would finish quickly.
He soon pulled out and turned me around and pushed me down to my knees. He pulled the condom off and furiously stroked his cock with his right hand. His left hand grabbed my hair and held my head in place. I watched as the first blast of ropey come flew out and splatter across my forehead and into my hair.
“Look at me!” he growled as he kept stroking.
I looked up at him as gripped my hair tighter. He let out a roar as he shot load after load of hot come onto my face. His cock finally softened and he held it in his hand panting. I closed my eyes and hung my head down in shame and exhaustion. Bart’s left hand tightened its grip on my hair and I felt something warm running down my head. He jerked my head back and his dick was streaming clear warm piss onto my chest. I tried to move away, but he held me tight and pulled me closer.
“Take it!”
I violently shook my head ‘no’. He aimed the stream onto my head again and I closed my eyes and mouth and tried to pull away again when I felt the warm smelly liquid hitting my face.
When Bart finished pissing he pulled me to my feet and switched places with me, then angled the shower head so that I was under the stream of water. Silent tears of humiliation fell down my cheeks as he washed my hair and scrubbed my body.
When we got out of the shower, Bart gently dried me off and I did the same for him. He led me to the bed and we cuddled up together, Bart spooned up against my back.
“You’re such a good boy, my Clark,” he whispered. “So obedient. I’m so lucky to have you.”
I laid there as Bart gently stroked my chest. I was so exhausted, I couldn’t keep my eyes open and I was asleep within seconds as Bart rolled over away from me.
***
A couple of weeks before graduation, Bart interviewed with a big corporation for a management job in Chicago. A week later, they offered him the job.
“We’re moving to Chicago, baby!” he said.
He hugged me tight and picked me up off the floor and swung me around.
I kissed him and hugged him tight. “I’m so happy for you, Bart. I’m so proud of you.”
Mom and Dad came down for our graduation. They were civil with Bart, but it was tense and uncomfortable. They invited us to dinner, but Bart declined to go.
We ate quietly and after dinner, I told them the news. Bart and I were moving to Chicago.
Mom started to weep. Dad shook his head.
“I thought you might come home and work with me, son,” he said quietly.
“It’s a really great opportunity for us,” I said quietly.
Dad looked so disappointed and that hurt me more than anything. I couldn’t bare to look him in the face.
***
Bart hired movers to move our things to our new home. Bart bought a condo townhouse downtown a couple of blocks from the El.
It took me a few weeks, but I found a job. It was just a junior accountant job at a medium sized business with an office downtown. I was more an assistant to the accountant, but it was work and I’d find something better after I got my CPA.
On Friday after my first week at work, I headed home tired. I had spent the day doing data entry and printing AP checks, plus my boss’s coffee mug wasn’t going to refill itself.
When I opened the door, a delicious smell surrounded me. I put down my messenger bag and kicked off my shoes. I found Bart in the kitchen.
“Hey you,” I said. “This smells terrific.”
“How was my boy’s first week?”
“Tiring. How was your day?”
“It was good. I hired on a couple new guys, gave a killer presentation, wowed the bosses,” he said with a chuckle.
“Oh, you didn’t have to fetch coffee and lunch for them?” I joked.
Bart frowned. “Tell that fat fuck to piss off. You know I don’t like that. You’re there to be an accountant, not his office boy,” he growled.
I shrugged and sighed.
Bart narrowed his eyes. “If he lays a hand on you or looks at you wrong, you tell me. You got that?”
“He’s married and straight, Bart,” I sighed.
“All right, all right,” he said backing down. “Now come on. Dinner’s ready. I want to celebrate.”
“What are we celebrating?”
“Your new job, our new home, the beginning of our life together.”
I got teary eyed and hugged Bart. I buried my face in his chest and sniffled.
“Don’t start with all that crying shit,” he whispered, his voice soft and calming. He kissed the top of my head and I knew it was okay for me to cry this time.
I wiped my face and we sat down in the dining room. He poured a glass of wine for each of us and raised his glass.
“To us,” he said.
“To us.”
We took a drink and he leaned in and kissed me.
“I love you, boy.”
“I love you, Bart.”
We toasted and drank to the beginning our lives together.