Gym Romance - Part 7 : The explosion
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Side note : I'm not sure I'll put too much sex in this chapter, but we'll see what comes along. I want to build up some character I think. I write as it comes to my head, so I'm about as surprised as you at what unfolds sometimes. RB
Kyle just was fucked for the first time by Jon, after Kyle drew a picture of Jon. In the after math of their powerful climax, their world exploded.
When Kyle and Jon went into Kyle's bedroom together, a hidden sensor in the smoke alarm detected two people in his bedroom, and sent an alert to Kyle's father's phone. Kyle's father for some time suspected his son of doing things behind his back, and of being gay. He wanted to know if ever something went on.
He pulled Kyle out of public schools, as he didn't want Kyle to get involved in any arts, or be able to get around other gay kids, and think it was okay. So he kept Kyle in a sheltered life, with strict instructions to his wife. He couldn't have a gay son, not him. He'd rather have no son, than have a gay son.
Once his alert came in, he then activated another item from the phone. In the same smoke alarm was a tiny pinhole camera. As the father watched, he saw what was transpiring. As he watched, more and more anger built up. Once Jon and Kyle were naked, his anger exploded. He stormed off, ignoring his wife, and sped off in his car.
He pulled up to the house, and parked in front of the house, and not in the drive way, so as not to alert Jon and Kyle. He carefully opened the front door and quietly went upstairs to Kyle's room. When he peered into his room, he found Jon and Kyle in the end stages of their love making.
His anger was white hot, pure fury. He picked up Kyle's chair throwing it across the room into Kyle's computer and TV causing a loud electrical shorting sound.
Then roaring at the top of his lungs, "What the fuck are you faggots doing in my house! How dare you perform these acts in my house!"
He then shoved, basically threw Jon off of Kyle to the floor. Then picked up Kyle, and threw he to the closet. In doing so, the two drawing pads went flying to the floor, with one opening to show some of Kyle's work. This just infuriated him more. In blind rage, he picked up the open sketching pad, and started hitting Kyle with it.
"How dare you disobey me. Doing this sissy ass art work, you faggot. This will never get you money. This will never make you a life. How dare you be...."
With this, he picked up Kyle and slapped Kyle hard enough to knock him back to the floor, with a cheek already reddening from the force. In his blind rage he couldn't even talk, he just roared, and tore the sketching pad into pieces. He then picked up the other pad, rolled it and struck Kyle in the stomach with the end of it. Again, hard enough, that Kyle's stomach began to redden in a circular pattern of the end of the pad, with a small drop of blood appearing.
At this point Jon got is bearings, and surged up in full protection of his love, and got between Kyle and his father, just as his father was starting to take another swing at Kyle. Jon blocked the swing, and with all his strength shouldered Kyle's father hard enough to knock the man off of his feet and into the wall next the closet, causing the wall board to give around the man.
"Stay down old man, don't come at Kyle again. You've hurt him enough in his life, and now you've gone past all reason. You come at him again, you won't have an easy time getting back up."
"How dare you threaten me in my own house, you queer."
"Its not a threat, its a promise. You will not hit your son again."
"My son! I have no son. You two have five minutes to get out of my house, and I never want to see either of you again. Take what clothes you want, they'll just be thrown away, all else is mine and I'll call the police and have you arrested for theft if you take anything else." He then avoided Jon, and grabbed Kyle's keys off of his dresser and threw them down the hall. "Five minutes to get out, then I'm not responsible for what I'll do to two unauthorized people in my house making threats at me."
Kyle's father then stormed out of the room, and could be heard throwing things around in a room down the hall.
"Jon, my father has a gun, and is not afraid to use it. Get out of here."
"Not without you, love. Throw those pants on, and grab your wallet and anything else you need or can't live without. Do you have your birth certificate in here, grab it. Passport too if you have one." Jon was throwing on his pants as he talked. Leaned over and picked up the bent sketch pad, the other one was a lost cause in pieces. He also grabbed the bag of new clothes, and their shirts. "Don't worry about the rest of the clothes, they don't fit you anyways. I've got your shirt, just get pants on. "
Kyle did have a certified birth certificate in his room, and his passport, he forgot to give these back to his mother from their last trip, and just held on to them in a drawer. His laptop was a lost cause, it was snapped by the chair. He dared not take his tablet or phone, but did throw them into the wall, and shattered their screens. So grabbing his backpack throwing his few items in that, and pulling pants on, he was going out the bedroom door, with Jon right behind.
Just over three minutes, and they were going out the front door. Jon threw all in the trunk of the car, while Kyle was getting in. Jon was in the car, and out of the drive way when Kyle's father came out of the door with a gun in his hand. Kyle's father was no fool, he didn't do anything else. Especially as some neighbors showed up outside of their houses looking at what was going on. One neighbor seemed to be taking more notice than others.
Jon drove for about ten minutes, until they came to a park, that was oddly empty for a Saturday. He pulled over and parked. He got out of the car, and went around to Kyle's side of the car. Kyle was obviously in shock. Jon reached in and helped Kyle up, and just held him. Kyle sagged in Jon's arms. He didn't faint, but was not right. Jon was getting more upset by the minute. He didn't think the hits by Kyle's father were that severe. He got Kyle back into the car. Jon decided to get him to a friend who's a doctor, his doctor, and bolted to his friend. While driving he called his friend Marc, and Marc would be waiting on the driveway of his place.
Fortunately, Marc was only about 10 minutes from where he was. He pulled onto Marc's driveway, and Marc immediately went to Kyle. Feeling his wrists, and looking at his eyes. Kyle did nod his head at questions, but still seemed mostly in shock. Marc told Jon to help him get Kyle inside. Jon leaned into the car, and just picked up Kyle in his arms. Both were still shirtless, and Jon held Kyle tightly to his bare chest, walking quickly behind Marc. Whispering into Kyle's ear how special he was to him, and how much he loved him.
Marc guided Jon to his guest room. As Jon started to go into the room, Kyle finally began to cry, not just cry but sobbed. Jon immediately sat on the bed, and just held Kyle to him, letting him sob. Marc carefully watching Kyle, so be sure he didn't hurt himself sobbing so hard. Just as he was about to approach Kyle and Jon as it seemed Kyle wasn't able to get control of the sobbing, Kyle inhaled more deeply and was slowing his sobbing.
"Kyle, can you let me have a look at you? Jon can stay here. I just want to take a quick look, Jon will stay right here." Kyle was nodding, still lightly sobbing, but breathing deeply and regularly.
"I'm going to look at your face first. I'm going to touch your cheek, its really red and little swollen. If you feel like you can talk, tell me if it hurts more went I touch you, or squeeze Jon's hand if you can't." Kyle didn't say or squeeze. Then his sobbing stopped, and he was breathing heavily, but evenly.
In a rough whisper, "It hurts, but like pushing on a bruise."
"Good. Does it hurt your jaw or anything to talk." Kyle shook his head. Marc then snapped is fingers by Kyle's ear on the side where the redness is. "You hear that?" Kyle nodded his head. "You feel like you can talk more? Can you tell me if you hurt anywhere, headache, dizzy, anything?" Marc the started to try to look at Kyle's stomach where the other mark was.
"My head sort of hurts, like an ache. I'm not really dizzy, but really tired."
"Ok. Lets lie you down, let me look at that stomach punch area."
Jon supported Kyle into laying down, and still held his hand. Quiet tears were running down Jon's face, and his heart ached for this so special man.
Marc looked at the mark on Kyle. It also was red, even slightly bruising and a little swollen. The blood mark was not openly bleeding, and no real cut obviously apparent. Jon said he was hit with a rolled up sketch pad. Marc touched the area and Kyle winced a little.
Still wincing Kyle said, "That stings a little. Not really hurt, but stings."
"Looks like you may have a something like a paper cut there. Let's sit you up." After helping Kyle back to sitting, "Any dizziness, anything?" Kyle shook his head. "I'm going to get you something to help you relax a little, I'll be back."
Marc left the room to get a relaxant for Kyle. Jon continued to hold Kyle's hand. Kyle began to shake again a little. Jon pulled Kyle back into him, smoothing his hand over Kyle's head.
Kyle got his words to come out, "Jon, what am I going to do. I don't have anything now, no where to go." Tears starting to flow again, but not the racking sobs.
"What are you going to do? Relax, I'm right here....."
Kyle cut off Jon, "But, but, that's not fair to you. We, we, we aren't a couple, I'm still just a stranger....."
"We've been seeing each other at the gym for a few years, we've talked during that time. We talked the past day a lot."
"But, but, we don't really know each other. Where am I going to go, I can't just go to your place, and just can't force myself on you."
"Kyle, relax. Where are you going to go, well, you are going to come home with me. You aren't forcing yourself on me. I want you there. Even in this short time, your important to me, you've touched a part of me I didn't think was possible."
"Jon, please don't just be nice, I really feel like I'm imposing and drawing on your pity"
Jon pushed Kyle back a little so as to look at Kyle in the eyes, trying not to be harsh because those words stung a little and trying to pour his love into his gaze, "Screw pity, this isn't pity. If anything its greed, I don't want you in some strange place, and don't want you with a stranger, I want you with me. Kyle, I've never been one to believe in love at first sight, but Kyle, I love you. Please understand that, believe that."
Kyle could only stare at Jon, tears staring to roll steadily down his face, "But, but, I'm just a dumb kid, with nothing to offer, nothing to give....."
At that point, Marc came back into the room. "I don't see any kids in here, I see two men in here. One obviously hurting physically and emotionally, and another just emotionally. Kyle, here, take these, they will help you relax, don't be surprised if you get tired, you just let yourself sleep a bit if so. Its okay, your safe here."
Kyle took the two pills Marc handed him. Marc urged him to lay down, and just let himself relax. Jon laid down, pulling Kyle against his bare chest, settling Kyle's head on his pec, his arm under and around Kyle to hold him. Kyle just laid there, just relaxing and all too soon was very much asleep. The speed at which Kyle fell asleep almost scared Jon, and he looked up at Marc.
"Don't worry Jon, I purposely gave him a little larger dose, I wanted him to sleep. He needs it. He's okay, none of the physical damage is serious. Oh, he'll have some beautiful bruises, probably tomorrow, but nothing serious. He was more in shock. Can you scoot out from him, so we can talk?"
Jon carefully settled Kyle on a bed pillow, and leaned over to kiss Kyle. Even in his sleeping state, Kyle pushed his head into the kiss. Marc lead Jon from the room to the next room over, asking Jon what happened.
Jon went over all that happened from yesterday, the evening and the morning. Marc was a good friend, not only his doctor. In fact, Marc was one of the first guys Jon was with sexually, it just never went anywhere, there just was no spark, just lust you could say.
"Jon, I've never seen you like this, are you okay?"
"Marc, you know me. I wasn't one to be looking for a relationship, I was always content with my life as it is, playing now and again, but good in my own skin. My parents always told me I'd know the right person when he came along, and I was just basically in my head yeah, right, life isn't a fairy tale'. Oh, well,my life is a fairy tail'. " He chuckled a little at the twist. "But, now, here is this guy, and bam, I'm falling head over heels"
"Are you really that sure? He is rather young isn't he?"
"He's 18, he's only 6 years younger than me. That's really not that big a difference. Seriously, other than life experience, he's anything but young."
Marc laughed, and letting the doctor side of him go away for now, "With that body, yes, anything but young. I see men naked often, but he's a very hot looking man, he almost puts you to shame." Saying this he elbowed Jon.
"Bitch. But your right. I thought I was in good shape, but he's really got his body going."
"Jon, I really would like to keep him here for the night, to be sure he's okay. No, no, nothing physically wrong, just to be sure he doesn't have another deep shock episode. In fact, I think he should see one of the psychologists at the gay center, soon. But if he's here I can give him one more round of a relaxer. And yes, you can stay here too, I think it would be best for him."
"I could do with a sleep too. I think I'll go back in there and slip in with him"
Marc and Jon made their way back into the room where Kyle was. Marc motioned Jon towards the bed. "Pick him up, lets get him under the sheet, don't think you'll need a blanket. Actually, lets get him undressed."
Jon laid Kyle down on the bed. Marc reached over and started undoing Kyle's pants. In doing so, was revealing more and more of Kyle's groin; showing more pubes and then the base of Kyle's penis. Marc trying to put his doctor's hat back on, but sort of losing the battle. Jon helped by lifting Kyle's legs and started pulling on Kyle's pants, while Marc was lifting the pants away from Kyle's man parts.
In a most undoctorly manner, "Holy shit, he's no kid for sure. What a beautiful cock, and look at that amazing foreskin! Sorry Jon, but, holy shit, he's really a good looking man."
"He is, and he knows how to use that thing very well."
Marc raised his eyebrows at that, "Really. You said you two played around last night, but are you saying someone isn't a virgin anymore?" To which Jon blushed a deep red.
"Come, you get undressed to, and get in bed with Kyle. You rest too."
Jon stripped down, and before slipping into bed gave Marc a hug thanking him. Then slipped into bed with Kyle, pulling Kyle to him and pulling the sheet over them. Kyle in his sleep hugged himself into Jon. Jon carefully kissed Kyle, and fell asleep. Marc checked on the two an hour or so later. The sheets had been kicked off, and he saw two incredibly handsome men in his guest room, and got a very undoctorly hard on. He didn't shut the door all the way, so he could hear if there were any issues, as he was afraid Kyle may wake up suddenly with something much like a nightmare.
PS : More to follow, I wanted to get this one out, so you all know I'm still going on this. I'm putting some thought on the next part. If you've been enjoying the story so far, let me know, I'd love to hear from you. Lets keep Nifty Archives alive, be sure to donate when possible at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html. Caio....