All About Love Part I

Jack looked down at the kid on the ground and when he was sure that the others had disappeared from site, he squatted down, rolled him gently onto his back and picked him up in his strong youthful arms. Wow, he thought, this kid is light as a feather. He walked quickly to the truck with his burden and gently deposited him in the front seat. The kid groaned slightly but didn’t move. Jack ran to the driver side, climbed up and in, started her up and took off for home.

****

Jack startled his dad as he came bursting through the front door carrying the passed out kid in his arms.
“Help me dad,” he said quickly.
His dad jumped up and took the kid from his arms while Jack turned and shut the door behind him.
“What the hell is going on Jack? You go out for a ride and bring back a…”
The sentence died on his lips as Robbie groaned in his arms and he saw the bruises on the poor kids face.
“My God,” he breathed. “Quick! Go get some warm, wet cloths.”
As Jack ran for the linen closet, he briefly explained what happened.
“I don’t know his name but he sure can use our help.”

“Well he looks like he’s starting to come around.” By this time Scott had laid him gently on the couch and Robbies eyes started to flutter open. When his vision came into focus he saw an older man with a younger version looking down on him anxiously. He struggled to sit up but, Scott placed a hand gently, but firmly, on his chest and held him down. 
“Easy young man,” he said quietly. “Can you tell us your name?”

Robbie blinked once at the man and then his attention wandered over to the one that was more his age. God that kid is gorgeous he thought groggily. But, then he remembered that that kind of thinking was what got him beat up in the first place. He finally managed to sit up and before he knew it, he burst into tears. Jack and Scott glanced at each other then watched the poor kid as his shoulders shook uncontrollably. Scott moved away from him quietly and took Jack aside into a corner of the room.

“Look,” he said. “I’m of the opinion that this is going to be more your speed than mine. What I mean is…I think because of the closeness in your ages, you might have a easier time in getting him to tell you what’s wrong.”
“I think I know dad,” he replied quietly. “When I walked up on them, the other kids were calling him names like “faggot” and (he blushed slightly) well…and cocksucker too.” 
“I see,” he whispered back. “Like I said, I’ll let you handle it.” He turned and left the room. Jack turned his attention to the kid on the couch and quietly sat down beside him as his tears subsided. 
“So,” he began quietly. “Do you want to tell me your name?”
He waited patiently a minute or two and then very softly he heard, “R-Robbie.”

“Well Robbie I’m Jack. Look it’s none of my business but, exactly why were those kids picking on you?”
“You’re damn right it’s none of your business!” He snapped suddenly. Jack jumped back at the swift change in Robbies personality. Robbie struggled to his feet and would have fallen face down if Jack hadn’t reached out and caught him in his arms. He struggled briefly but, the pain (both physical and emotional) caused him to just go limp in Jacks arms. He moaned softly as Jack held him gently. He was sitting on the couch between Jacks legs and he had his arms wrapped gently around him. God it felt so good to be held like this. Without even realizing it, he laid his head back on Jacks shoulders and closed his eyes as the tears began to stream quietly down his face again.

Jack felt Robbie relax between his legs and felt his body started to shake once more as he started crying again. Damn! He thought to himself. This kid has got it bad. He gently wrapped his arms around him and was somewhat surprised as Robbie layed his head on his shoulder. At that point all he wanted to do was protect him. He murmured softly into Robbies ear that everything was going to be okay. He stroked Robbies arms with his fingers and was surprised as he felt his heart rate increase. He couldn’t fucking believe it. This kid was starting to excite him and his cock was starting to stir behind his 501s. He shifted uncomfortably but, Robbie shifted with him and pressed himself into him further causing him more distress south of the border. Then he spoke.

“You heard what Todd called me,” he said bitterly. “Faggot…cocksucker…so I have to ask you something…how does it feel to know that you’re helping one? A faggot…that is.”

“Heh! Funny you should ask. How does it feel to be in the arms of one Robbie? A faggot…that is.”
For a few moments Robbie said nothing. Then he leaned forward, untangled himself from Jacks arms and slowly and painfully stood up. When he turned he looked Jack straight in the eyes. “Nice try pal,” he said with a hint of pain in his voice. “But you’re not like me. You’re all pumped up with muscles like some kind of a jock or something. I don’t know why you would say something like that or even why you would help me but, whatever it is…it ain’t cool.”
“So,” Jack said quietly. “Even though you don’t know me, not to mention the fact that I helped you out of a real tough spot, and I brought you to my home to keep you safe, you can stand in front of me and call me a liar?”

Robbie blinked a few times, shuffled his feet and looked down with misery. “I’m sorry. You just don’t fit the mold and I…I…well…I’m sorry.”
Jack stood to his full 6’2 and looked down at Robbie who still had his head down. He reached out and slowly lifted his chin with a finger. “Look Robbie…You and I are alike in more ways than one. Right now you’re struggling with something that I’ve already gone through. You want my help with it? Just ask. If not then I won’t push but you can at least thank me for my help.”

He looked at this gorgeous teenage hunk with the soulful brown eyes and his knees almost gave out on him. This was the stuff that dreams were made of. He had also noticed that Jack was sporting one helluva package behind those jeans. He felt it when he was sitting between his legs. Somehow, though, he didn’t think that was what Jack was offering him. But, he would thank him. He stood on tip-toe and placed a quick kiss on Jacks cheek. “Thank you Jack,” he smiled gratefully. “Do you have a phone I can use? My mom is probably worried sick.”

Jack stared with wonder at him. He blinked twice and stuttered, “Ahhh y-yeah…sure…ahhh in the hall…to your left.”
Robbie smiled and left the room. Jack slowly touched his cheek and felt the spot where Robbies soft lips had touched him. Oh yeah…now he was sure. The kid with the black hair and sky blue eyes had gotten to him…in more ways than one.

****

The next day in school, Jack was finding his way to his chemistry class. Yesterday he’d missed it because he was in a meeting with his new guidance counselor for the full 45 minutes of the class. She was concerned about others knowing about his sexuality. How the other kids would react. “You’d be surprised how many seventeen year olds are accepting of me,” he answered. “Most adults don’t give kids enough credit when it comes to life and life lessons. But, you Miss Harlowe are the exception to the rule. I know you know I can handle it and whatever problems may come my way when it comes to letting other kids know about me.” She beamed at him (she was awful full of herself) and told him that she knew her concerns were for naught. He left her office smiling. God what an idiot he thought. If anyone gave him any trouble he’d simply tell them how it was. If that didn’t work, well then….he’d pound the shit of ‘em if need be. But that was a last resort. 
Finally he found the room. As he opened his door, every head in the class looked up at him. The teacher smiled and said, “You must be Jack Parsons. I’m Mr. Shectmen. Welcome to Biology II. I’ve just assigned everyone a lab partner and I was going to be someones but since you’re here you can take a seat beside Mr. Burns. Mr. Burns please raise your hand.”

At the back of the room a small hand went up in the air. A few kids snickered and whispered among themselves. Jack ignored them as he walked to the back of the class. When he reached the table he sat down and stuck his hand out to the kid seated next to him. When the other kid looked up Jack gave a start. It was Robbie. “Hey Robbie!” He exclaimed. 

“Figures!” Someone said from up front. “Birds of a feather. I mean fags of a feather!”
A few kids laughed out loud. Mr. Shectmen was not amused. “That’s enough Todd!” He yelled.
Jack snapped his head up and grinned in Todds direction. “It’s okay Mr. Shectmen,” he said. “Todd and I met last night. That’s how he got the busted lip. He called me a fag then too. I just have a question for him…How did it feel to get a fat lip from one?”
The class got deadly silent. Nobody moved and Robbie shifted nervously in his seat. Todds face got beat red and he stared with total hatred in Jacks direction but said nothing.

“Okay,” Mr. Shectmen said cautiously. “Now that we have that all straightened out let’s get to work.”
“You shouldn’t have done that,” Robbie whispered nervously.
“It’s okay Robbie,” Jack whispered back with a smile. “I’d like nothing better than to match his top lip with his bottom one!”

They giggled quietly and said nothing more. Instead they turned their attention to what was being said in front of the black board. Well…Robbie was really day dreaming about what happened when he arrived home last night. His mother had picked him up outside of Jacks house. He’d explained what happened and she was insistent on meeting her sons champion but Robbie was to embarrassed to let her and begged her to forget about him for now. She reluctantly agreed but she was still fuming that others had picked on her son simply because of his sexuality. 

When they got home, she dressed his wounds and checked to make sure nothing was broken. Robbie went to his room, peeled off his clothes and laid down in the dark. Jack he thought. God he was fucking gorgeous and gay too! But what would he see in him? Where he was only 5’4, Jack was more than 6 feet. Where he was a little on the slender side, Jack was all buffed out. They just didn’t match. But thinking of him caused to get a raging hardon. His cock was probably about 7 inches hard and right now it needed his attention. 

He reached down and stroked himself in the dark. With an image of him sitting between Jacks legs seared into his brain, he brought himself to a hardness he’d not had in a long time. Jacks full lips, soft brown hair and beautiful, big brown eyes. He remembered the feel of his corded thighs as he sat between his legs. He remembered how he had finally settled down and eased himself into Jack. That was when he felt his hardness through his 501s. God that kid was big. He wondered in the darkness how big he actually was. As he stroked his own hardness, he remembered the smells and the feel of Jacks arms around. Jack holding him close and the feeling that nothing could harm him while he was in his arms. The confession that Jack had made to him right before he left. How he’d felt to know that someone else in town, someone his own age, was just like him. 

His fingers came in contact with some sticky precum. He rubbed it into the head of his cock, smearing it all around. Then he brought a finger to his mouth and tasted of himself. Mmmm sticky sweet as usual. He always tasted himself. If only he had someone else to taste too. He settled back on the bed and moaned quietly in the darkness. His heart beat faster, in time with the motion of his hand stroking himself. His chest started to rise and fall rapidly. By now he was leaking like a faucet and he knew it wouldn’t be long now. It never really lasted with him. He thought it was probably due to the fact that he was so lonely and really never had anyone to focus on. He didn’t know Jack that well. He didn’t know Jack at all! However, the next time he did this he would definitely take his time and think about him. 

As he neared the point of no return, he quietly said his name in the dark. Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack he whispered over and over to himself. As he felt his balls tighten against the base of his cock, he arched his back, sucked in some air and tensed up. As the orgasam raced through his body, he saw flashes of light behind his closed eyes. Intense, blue lights. His hand was a blur in the darkness as he stroked himself to a shattering orgasam. When it was over, he laid back, drew in a deep breath and relaxed as his cock dwindled down to it’s normal size. He had cum all over his stomach and chest and just a bit on his chin. He wiped it off his chin and brought it to his mouth again. He rubbed the remainder of it into his skin. Then he silently started crying in the darkness so as not to disturb his mom. She was worried enough about him already. Jack he thought to himself. He wondered what school he went to? It didn’t matter though. The way his life was going he would probably never see him again.

As the lonliness closed in around him, he cried silently until he drifted off to sleep.