[ Hold me tight, hold me close - Part II ]

"Where have you been? I"ve been worried, you haven"t called or anything." I spoke.

"I-I"m sorry... I c-couldn"t, things are.." Jared sighed.

"Can, can I come in?" He asked.

I felt something was wrong and he needed someone, so he followed me up stairs.

As we got in, we sat down on the couch.

"So.." I spoke in a questioned tone.

Jared stared at me for a few seconds. His breathing was some what heavy, he could barely take in a full breath. He began to lift up his shirt. My heart sank, this beautiful boy had been beaten, and beaten hard. Bruises covered his left rib area
and trailed down to even his stomach.

"Who, who did this to you?!"

He looked at me, and couldn"t respond. His eyes were almost completely blood shot now.

"Tell me! Who did this to you?!"

"He didn"t mean it, he loves me he just drank too much..." Jared said in a soft, scared tone.

"Who damnit?!"

"My Dad.." He uttered.

"I-I can"t go home until he"s calmer.. Can I --"

"You don"t even have to ask, but Jared, why, why do you let him do this?"

"He doesn"t mean it, he just had too much to drink, I know he doesn"t mean it.."

"Has this happened before?" I asked.

Jared just looked at me. He put his head down, while his right hand covered his left ribs which were swollen.


"Jared.."

I looked at him. I moved closer, I took his hand away from his ribs and he fell into my lap. He started letting it all out. I gently held his head and kissed the top of it. I began stroking my fingers through his hair. Then I gently moved down to his ribs, sliding my hand lightly and rubbing them. After he was done crying, I got up, took his keys, cellphone, and wallet, put them on my counter top, then walked him to my bedroom.

"Take your clothes off." I said to him.

Jared slowly stripped to his boxers. His beautiful toned body glowed in the light coming from my lamp on my desk, it outlined his defined muscles, and also his bruises.

"Lay down." I spoke.

I went to the bathroom, took a wash cloth from under the sink, warmed it up then grabbed a dry towel and went back to my room. Jared was laying on his back, and if I had to guess, it was the only way he could, comfortably. I took the warm wash cloth and layed beside him. I gently started down his torso dabbing, then rubbing. The heat seemed to relax his muscles making it easier for him to breathe. I took the dry towel and began to dab his body abit. After I was done, I looked back up, I could see his eyes desperately trying to fight sleep that he very well needed.

"It"s ok, get some rest." I spoke softly.

I ran my fingers through his hair and his facial expressions seemed to relax as he slowly drifted into a deep sleep.


That night I couldn"t sleep. I just lay there quietly, not making a sound or movement and watched as Jared slept. My heart grew heavy. The pain dwelling within me fought for answers. Jared"s beating played over in my mind, a figure which I could not describe but knew it was his father, standing over him beating him, and beating him. My mind pushed aside all other feelings, except hate and anger. Yet, still, whenever I looked at Jared, despite his bruises and pain, I felt a calming. I didn"t know what to do or how we were going to get through this. But I promised him silently that night, we"ll get through it together.

The next morning as the sun beams pierced through my blinds, I felt something snuggle and made its way under my neck. I smiled and opened my eyes. Jared was getting closer for a kiss. I invited him in, and our lips met. This time, it was different. This time it was more passionate, more understanding. Our tongues intwined. As our lips broke apart, Jared looked at me and smiled.

He was still a bit sore, I could tell. But I knew what he wanted. He began to rub my chest and outline every part of being, from my nipples, to my abs. He reached my trail of love. Teasing at first, he would swipe his hand and only brush against my cock then quickly pull back up. My breathing got heavier, his eyes seem to come alive as he saw my cock make a tent out of my boxer shorts. He began to rub and stroke my cock in and out of rhythms.

I could do nothing but lay there, I was in such heaven. As he rolled on top of me, he sat on my legs while giving his hands room to play with my cock still. While stroking my cock, I just stared at him and smiled. He leaned in for a kiss and I could feel my cock pulse even harder and grow even thicker.

Every time he touched me, my cock head felt as if it was going to explode. It expanded more and more with every touch, throbbing, aching, ready to be released of its pressure! Jared then situated his ass ahead of my tent. I could see his large cock throbbing through his boxers as I went to rub his. My cock felt as if the head was going to burst out of my boxers as he snuggled his ass toward the base. He then leaned for another kiss.


While our tongues dueled again, he was working his way out of his boxer shorts, and I was helping. I pulled them down slowly, about half way and I couldn"t resist. My hands graciously cupped his unbelievable ass, and gave it a nice gentle squeeze. All I could hear was the soft moan let from his voice. Finally, his boxers were off and his 7 inch cock battled my 8"1/2 inch through my boxers. After humping for what seemed about ten minutes, I could see the pre cum staining of my boxers.

He looked down and knew it was time. I gently arched my back as he slid my boxers down and off. Finally, our cocks pressed together with nothing preventing us from our goal. As we engaged even more, that warmth sensation, no, that HOT sensation, arose once again. The first time I met him, his skin felt like a reactor, pulsing, melting anything and everything nearby.

Now, I could feel his heat passing through, and on to my body. Sweat began to poor from our foreheads. We both looked at eachother, just admiring eachothers" bodies. We were finally ready for the best part of it. He spat in his hand and began stroking my cock as to lube it up. I quickly took lead and licked my finger to coat it with saliva, then reached around to his beautiful ass.

Gently, I penetrated his tight pink hole. As I began to penetrate, his ass seemed to tighten even tighter around my finger. He also clenched because he"d arched too much and quickly grabbed his ribs. I went to pull my finger out but he put his hand behind his back and nudged it back into position. This sent me into a deeper frenzy, my cock throbbing and pulsing with every in and out motion in his ass! I finally pulled out of him with my finger and he began to pull himself foward to match his hole with my cock.

The tip of my cock just kept wanting to grow and grow. I could now feel my pulse on the tip of my head! As his hole grew nearer to my cock, the heat wave of intensity grew to be even stronger! His ass was literally almost on fire. The warmth of his skin was indescribable! And just as I thought it was going to go in nice and slow, he surprised me with a sudden thrust downward! My cock stabbed into his tight pink hole, I let out a very loud moan.

"Oh, f-f-fuuuuck."

Jared followed with his moan.

"Oh - yess!"

Our breathing was eradic now. Both of us were in complete extacy! My eyes were struggling not to roll back from all the pleasure, and keep eye contact. But as I looked up, Jared could no longer keep his on me! His head was leaned back as he rode my cock up and down. The only thing to be heard in the room were the gushings of my cock entering in and out of his hole! Finally, silence was broke as I heard Jared begin to moan steadily.

"Oh f-f-uck, here it comes!!" He moaned excitingly.

I kept fucking his ass harder and harder, I watched as his cock began to spray every where, I quickly grabbed it to help him release. Not sooner did he come, I felt my balls churn and my time was now here.

"Fuck, here I come.. Oh.. yes! Fuck yes! Ohhhh..!!" I moaned loudly.

My eyes began to roll all the way back, my toes now curled as much as they would curl, and my leg muscles locked straight down! My back began to tremble and studder as if all of this pleasure was too much for my body. I felt the cum ooze out of my cock head and enter his exceedingly hot hole. One.. two.. three.. four.. five.. six squirts! I"d never cummed so much in my life! Six loads of my hot cum invaded his ass hole!

As he collapsed in my arms, the pain had seem to go away. Everything was right, nothing mattered but him. He looked me in my eyes and kissed my lips gently. My cock slipped out of his ass and the cum began to drip. I gently wiped his ass with the edge of my sheets, he smiled at me lifted up for just a moment so I could wipe my chest, and then fell back into my arms.



In that moment, I could feel his heart beat as I"m sure he felt mine. They were beating as one, I knew then that I was for him, as he was for me. I clenched him closer as he lay on my chest, we both began to doze off.

A few hours later, I awoke. It was about 1:30 p.m., and I looked at Jared. He was still sleeping soundly. I dare not wake him, for he"d been through quite alot the past few weeks. I just layed there as he slept, and watched over him. My eyes were closed, but I was not asleep. I could feel something wasn"t right, as I opened my eyes and looked around a shadow figure stepped into the light. My heart skipped a beat as I saw Nick looking upon us! There were no words to describe how I felt when he saw me lying in bed with Jared.

Nick stood at my bedroom door, finger over his mouth as to "shush" me, but direct me to following him. I didn"t know what to do or say I was so scared at that moment but, he wanted to talk and I would always listen to Nick, no matter the consequences. So, I gently slipped from under Jared, and placed a pillow in my absence so he wouldn"t wake up. Nick had seen me naked plenty of times before, so as he stood there it didn"t really bother me. But, he turned around as soon as he noticed I wasn"t clothed.

He walked down the hall to the living room and awaited for me to speak with him..


"First things first." Nick started to say.
"I"m glad you"re happy, I truely am. But we"ve got a big problem here."

"Whats that?" I asked.

"Well for starters, you two weren"t too careful. Apparently, one of Jareds" Father"s friends saw you two somewhere a while back getting close. And of course, his father didn"t like the idea of his son being gay. Hence your boyfriend"s bruises. So, now we have a big probelm. He knows who you are and where to find you, and I garuntee you, a few drinks in him, it won"t take much for him to come pounding at your door like a homicidal maniac."

All I could do was just stare. Stare into my room where I saw my love sleep.

"Look, this guy has money, power, and an infinite amount of arsenal to take care of you. I don"t know what he"ll do, and from the looks of how Jared keeps going back home and returning with a nice bruise, broken rip, or busted lip, I"d say he wasn"t ready to accept the fact that his father might be a little crazy."

I turned and looked at nick with a confused and shocked expression. I was in aw, I had no clue what to do -- or where to go.

Suddenly, a familiar voice spoke softly.

"What"s going on?" Jared asked.

I stood up.

"Nothing, babe. It"s fine. How are you--"

Nick quickly spoke up.

"No! Stop the damn lying!"

I looked at Nick as if he were crazy, but part of me knew I had to tell Jared, and tell him everything.

"Who - who are you?" Jared asked.

"Who I am, is not of importance. What your Father is going to do when he catches you with Jake is. It"s time to start telling the truth. Jake, shall I, or would you like too?"

"No." I sighed. "I will."

"Jared, your Father some how caught us, I Don"t know how when or why, but he caught us. That"s why he bruised you up so badly. The alcohol fueled him, as did the facts. But wait, Nick, how did you find out about this?"

Nick looked at me and sighed.

"You know the internship I go to Monday, Wednesday, and Fridays?"

"Yea.. What about it?" I asked.

"Well it happeneds to be at Ellinger Construction." Nick said.

"WHAT?! But you - you said.."

"I Know what I said. And I meant it. I"m sorry if this makes you mad Jared but, your father isn"t exactly the best person, however for my career path, that is where it leads me for the moment. I had to get experience to go where I wanted. Your dad pays like shit, but despite it all, he"s made his millions and his work is impressive none-the-less."

"I know." Jared spoke.

"It wasn"t always like this, you know." Jared began to speak as we listened.

"My mother.. She always wanted my father to be happy. Always. She knew he would make his money and provide for us. She knew it would get easier. 10 years ago, about 3 days before my birthday my Mother and Father were trying to figure out what to get me, and what they could afford for my birthday. My mother wanted to get me some toys, but my father insisted on getting me a puppy. He knew I"d been wanting one for quite some time, and back then he would"ve given everything to keep me happy..."

Jared sighed and struggled not to cry..

"On the last night before my birthday, my father was sound asleep as he"d been working since early that morning and come home around one in the morning. My mother decided to head out the next morning and try and find a dog for me since she knew it was what both He and I wanted. When I woke up, my Father came into my room asking if Mom had been in here or if i"d seen her. I told he was the only one who"d been up here that morning. He walked out of my bedroom around 8:30 a.m. and headed for the kitchen to see if she was there. He began pacing around the house, calling for her name..."

"Marie? Marie are you here?"

"At that moment, he"d come to the realization that she wasn"t there, and something was wrong. Mom would never leave without telling anyone, or calling us, or leaving a note. He quickly ran back up stairs to get me, I threw on shorts and a shirt and we sped to the police station. He filed a Missing Persons Report. Two days later, they found her. She"d been raped, beaten and was left for dead on a roadside nearby a pet shop."


The tears began to roll down Jared"s face. Nick and I were also swelling behind our eyes.

"Apparently, she"d pulled over to help someone out. They didn"t know exact details, but she was trying to help someone and he"d taken a bat, hit her across the face knocking her unconscious. When my Father found out, he took it harsh. He began drinking. Usually someone goes down hill from there - career, family, money. But for some reason, his business had become overwhelming. He began seeking help for his exceeded increase in business and created Ellinger Construction. Months went by and it seemed like everything was ok, and then one night, he picked up a bottle of vodka and pulled his belt out from around his waist.

I was up stairs in my room watching T.V. He came in, and had his belt in his hand, and the bottle in the other. I had to go to the hospital that night. I was forced by my father to tell them that i"d slipped running in the house and landed on a glass coffee table. He didn"t just beat me, he threw the vodka bottle at my head, splitting it open.

He blamed me for my mothers death. When he"d realized what he"d done, it was too late. They bought the story. I never told anyone until now. I know there"s still a good, caring father in him some where though. I thought maybe if he"d beaten me enough to release his anger, his hurt.. That maybe he"d change.. But I --"

Just then, Jared"s cell phone rang. He walked to the counter, picked it up. The caller I.D. read "Dad"...

To be continued..

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