Kevin's Father 6

*** Chapter 6

Next morning was normal except that mother did not come out of her room to make our breakfast. She called from inside and said that she had a terrible headache and will lie in bed for some more time. She asked Kevin to prepare breakfast for the two of us and bolt the front door on the inside, when we left by the garage-connecting door. She also asked what time I came in the previous night and told me not to stay out longer hereafter. I then had to tell her that I had to pack things for Mr. Wilson and see him off at the bus stand by 8.30 pm that night, and I would be back by 9 pm.

After the school, I went to the gym. Kevin came with me and bid farewell to  Mr. Wilson. Quite a few of students from all classes were there to say good bye to him, including Dresden and Philomena. Mr. Wilson chatted with then jovially and asked them all to remember him as he would also remember all of us. Then he said that as it is time for him to pack and get ready, all can leave except me. I could see Dresden and Philomena glance at each other with a smile!

“I have been giving him special training all these days and he owes me some service,” explained Mr. Wilson, by way giving a reason for holding me back. When everyone left, Mr. Wilson asked whether I can begin my action on him right away! I told him that his things must be packed first and at about 7 O’clock, he should allow me to tie his hands to the parallel bar.

“Why should you tie my hands? What are you up to?” There was a bit of an alarm in Mr. Wilson’s voice. I explained to him that I wanted to feel dominant when I fucked him and if he is tied up, I would feel confident. He laughed over it and said:
“I wish I could take you with me. I would then make you a man very quickly. I would certainly miss you in the new place. Will you not miss me?” I lied to him that I too would miss him badly and then got down to pack the things for him. As I had spent much time in his quarters, which was attached to the gym, I knew where he kept his clothes, shoes and other stuff.

Time was ticking. My thoughts wandered to Kevin. He would probably be getting ready to go to the secret place he had been visiting regularly. Pity, I could not go with him today. Why did he say “Tomorrow may be too late”? My thoughts were interrupted when Mr. Wilson brought two large suitcases and began to stuff inside his clothes, which I had been folding and arranging on his cot. He then said that as he had no time to wash the clothes he was wearing, he would take them off and pack them too. As he spoke he took off his shirt and pants and wearing only his underwear, folded them and put them away. He then took out a new pair of blue pants, a half-sleeved checked shirt and a grey underwear, saying he would wear them after taking his shower, before leaving. He also laid out a towel on the chair.

“I think I must take this also off, for I would not be able to pack it later,” he said, pointing to the underwear he was wearing. Then, without waiting for my response, he turned to one side and pulled off his underwear, revealing his thick, massive and blunt cock hanging loose amidst two sizable balls in their hairy sac. His buttocks were rounded and plump and on seeing them, my cock began to stir inside my underwear. Mr. Wilson then turned towards me and paraded his naked body, like a model. He was more like an ugly tribal, but prided himself on his muscular body. His hairy chest was barrel like, but not wide and broad like Dan’s. There was not much difference in girth between his chest and his waist. He had a rounded tummy and his breasts were the size of those of a small teen-aged-girl. I felt like taking his nipples in my mouth and biting them off! Mr. Wilson keenly watched my pants to see if I was sporting an erection on seeing his naked body. As I was wearing a tight underwear, my erection was not visible outside. Then, he scrutinized my gaze to see if I was looking at his cock. When he found that I was, he came near me and hugged me. He must have felt my erection then against his cock, which began to expand in length.

“Let us not wait any longer,” he said and went to the door and bolted it. I quickly went to the window and pretending to draw the curtains closer, parted them a little.

“So, you want to tie my hands before inserting your dick into my ass?” asked Mr. Wilson, while producing two nylon straps. I made him stand facing away from the window, bend his torso so that his buttocks were protruding out in front of me and made him rest both his palms on one of the parallel bars. Then I bound both his wrists as tightly as I could. I went then to his cupboard and took out the bottle of oil that he always used for lubricating my ass before fucking me and applied it liberally on his ass, while inserting my fingers in and an out of his ass-hole.

Mr. Wilson seemed to enjoy my finger-fuck and put his forehead against the bar between his tied hands. I tuned and looked at the window, and though nothing much could be seen outside as it was getting dark, I noticed some movements and knew that Brendan and Philomena would be waiting for the show to begin. I then removed my clothes and turned my erect cock towards the window, so that those who are watching may see it. I applied some oil to it as if massaging it and went near Mr. Wilson’s waiting ass. Mr. Wilson turned his head sideways to look at me and said:

“Don’t be afraid. Do it.”

He was under the impression that I was nervous and sulking. I shrugged my shoulders, looked at the window, and slowly moved forward to place my cock in his ass-hole. Mr. Wilson parted his legs to give me more room and said:
“Come on, push it in.” He seemed to be dying to have a dick inside him! I slowly inserted my cock into his hole and to the surprise of both of us it slid in easily, right up to its hilt!

“I know it would be easy,” said Mr. Wilson. “Your cock is yet to thicken. It is just like my little finger. So, it went in easily. Now start your hip movements.” I began to fuck him slowly to begin with and then increased my pace. Mr. Wilson was enjoying the fuck, while those watching from outside must also be doing so! I took hold of Mr. Wilson’s hips and began pounding him, saying: “Now take that…and that…and that….” Very quickly I came to my orgasm and Mr. Wilson sensed it from the pressure of the grip of my hands on his hips. He turned his head and said:

“Pull out if you are coming.” Barring once or twice, Mr. Wilson always pulled out before he cummed and let his stuff land on my buttocks and back. But I had no intention to pull out. So, I went on fucking him and as I shot my semen into him, I said:
“There Mr. Wilson, take that and that and that into your tummy. May be you will conceive and bear a boy. If it is a male boy, send him to this school, so that I can have a taste of his ass.”

It was that statement of mine that made Mr. Wilson realized that I was taking a revenge on him. He glared at me and lifted his leg to kick me. I quickly withdrew from him, went to the window and drawing the curtains wide open, looked outside through the glass. There were half a dozen faces there, all grinning! I could not see all the faces clearly, but the faces of Brendan and that of his lover, Philomena were clearly seen. Mr. Wilson turned his head towards the window and when he saw faces outside, he was terribly shocked. Equally shocked, I opened the glass panes and shouted at Brendan:
“Why did you tell others?”

In doing so, I gave away my secret to Mr. Wilson, who understood that I have done all this on purpose, to humiliate him. He was terribly furious and shouted at me to let him lose. I began to put on my clothes and was about to make for the door when suddenly, Mr. Wilson freed his hands and lunged after me before I could zip up my pants. He grabbed my pants and being much stronger than I, pulled them off and began to push down my underwear to expose my buttocks. I was face down on the floor and Mr. Wilson, naked and sweating, brought his thick, erect cock to insert it into me and shouted at the faces outside:

“Hey guys, you saw only a passive fuck. Now see a violent one. A real ‘he fuck’ that is going to tear the ass of this bitch.”

Just when I thought, I was going to really be torn to piece, I saw Kevin jump into the room through the open window. Next moment, I heard him punch Mr. Wilson hard on the face, which flung him to the floor, far away. Kevin then helped me stand up. While I stood up and adjusted my underwear and pants, he braced himself for another attack on Mr. Wilson, who staggered to his feet, hastily put on a towel around his waist and came against Kevin, with folded fists. Some of the other boys who watched from outside (not Brendan, though), jumped in through the window and came to prevent a terrible fight breaking out between the two. There was much noise and stamping of feet. In the confusion, Kevin took hold of my wrist and made for the door. He unlatched it and when we came out, closed it behind him and latched it from outside. Then he dragged me to his car that was parked some distance away from the gym. Once inside, he drove away in such speed that the watchman at the gate could not stop him.

As we came outside the school compound, Kevin told me that he had come to the gym by about 7 pm to tell Mr. Wilson that he had to allow me to go with him. But as he parked the car under a tree and came near the building, he saw some four or five guys and a girl, walking stealthily and going around the building. On following them, he discovered that they were all our class mates. Brendan and Philomena were leading them around the gym to the window. On learning the reason, Kevin joined them and stood outside the window and watched the show. He knew that Mr. Wilson might get mad at me and if anything untoward were to happen, he would immediately come to my rescue. As it turned out, something terrible did happen and he was now glad that he saved me. I felt like hugging Kevin and kissing him on his mouth. But, I controlled myself as he was driving and I was seated next to him.

It was about 8 pm then, and as we drove along, I wondered what would have happened at the gym after Kevin and I left the place. Many days later, I heard from Brendan that Mr. Wilson was fuming and fretting for a long time, saying he would come back one day and take his revenge on me and Kevin. He asked those who were there, including Brendan, to sign a statement saying that they were witnesses when I was trying to steal his things in the pretext of helping him pack, before his departure. But no one came forward to sign such a false statement. They all knew that Mr. Wilson could not fail them in their grades, because he had already finalized the grades and had submitted the mark sheet to the Headmaster.

However that may be, continuing with the story of that day, I have to tell the reader that Kevin drove on till we passed the outskirts of the town and headed to a lonely spot where stood a large building, amidst several trees. . It was like a house and was brightly lit. Kevin parked the car under the portico of the house, and went in. I followed him, passively. The inside of the house was like a hospital and there was a wooden desk on one side, where sat a lady nurse in white dress. As soon as she saw Kevin, she got up from her seat and when Kevin went near said:

“I am sorry Kevin, you father died this afternoon. I was trying to call your home but, no one was picking up the phone. The body is in the mortuary. Take this slip and give it to the security at the entrance to the mortuary and he will show you the body—that is if you want to see it.” So, saying the nurse wrote a slip, gave it to Kevin as she added:
“Please accept my condolences.”

I stood there in great shock. Was Kevin’s father dead? But how could it be? Just the other day Kevin had received a letter from Dan with a cheque for a thousand dollars. As Kevin started moving away from the desk, towards a door in the interior of the building, I followed him. Neither of us spoke. We went to a closed door where it was written ‘MORTUARY’ on the door-post. No one was around. When Kevin tried to open the door, it was found to be locked. As we were hesitating, a man, clad in the hospital uniform, came running from another direction. Kevin handed him the slip of paper and the man looked at it, took out a bunch of keys from his pocket and opened the door of the ‘mortuary’ and asked us to follow him.

As we stepped into the mortuary, we could feel the coldness of the place. It was a small room, and there were four long tables inside. On one of the table there was a body, fully covered with a white sheet. The security man went near it and uncovered one end of the sheet and stepped back. Kevin and I moved forward and gazed on the thin face of a black man with beard and mustache. Kevin touched the forehead with his right hand and said: “My father!” He did not sob or shed tears. He just looked on for a minute and then closed the face with the sheet. He turned to me and said:

“That is my drunkard and drug-addict father. I am glad he died without suffering more. His liver was completely gone due to excessive alcohol.”
Kevin and I then went back to the desk. The nurse looked at Kevin to see if he was in distress. Then she said: “Would you like to take the body for burial or would you want the Hospital to do the cremation? If you want it to be done by us, then you will have to pay for it.” So saying she took out a fat ledger from behind the desk and tuning its pages, stopped at a point and said:

“You already have a balance of five hundred and sixty two dollars to pay. You can pay it now or within a week. But you must pay for the cremation right now.”

Kevin took out his wallet and paid the due amount as well as that required for the cremation, saying: “Let the body be cremated by the hospital as there is no one at home now to arrange for it.” The nurse then made out a receipt and handed it over to Kevin. She then said: “There are a few of your father’s belongings here. It is best that you take them with you.” She produced from under the desk, a bundle wrapped in brown paper, with Kevin’s father’s name inscribed on it in bold letters. It looked as if it contained some old clothes.
“That too can be cremated with the body,” said Kevin.

But the nurse said with some sarcasm in her voice:

“Are you sure? You may find something that’s really valuable in there, you know!”

She said this knowing that Kevin’s father was a pauper, with nothing that he could leave behind as an inheritance. Kevin knew it too. But he agreed to take the packet with him, mainly as a mark of respect for his deceased father (as he told me later).
Tucking the parcel under his arm, Kevin made for the car. He tossed the packet on to the back seat as he got into the driver’s seat. I sat next to him. As we drove on, neither of us spoke anything for some time. Then, as we were nearing home, Kevin said:
“After mother’s death, one day, I ran into my father at the garage where I took dad’s car for servicing. My father—that is, my real father, the one who died today-- had known the garage owner. They had worked together in the wine shop in younger days.”

Something clicked within me as Kevin mentioned taking the car to the garage.
“Was it the day when I came to your house for the first time?” I asked.

Kevin thought for a while and said: “Perhaps.” And after a moment’s pause he added:
“Yes, that’s right. It was the day you said you would come over to my house for basket-ball practice and not finding me at home had left in haste.”
I had half a mind to admit that I did not leave in haste that day, but stayed on to get fucked by Dan. Instead I said:

“I thought you said that you never saw your father after he threatened Dan saying he would drag him to court for keeping your mother and you with him?”

“That’s true. It was many, many days after that, that I saw him,” said Kevin. “As you know, my mother had died by then. My father—that is, my real father—had left this town after accepting a large sum of money from my dad—that is Dan. He used up much of that money on alcohol and drugs. And one day, he started vomiting blood. He got admitted to a hospital with the balance money he had. The doctor’s diagnosed severe liver cirrhosis and started treating him. All the money he had was used up. So, they discharged him, but wanted him to pay heavily for further treatment. Not knowing how to get more money, he had come to see mother and me here, again. It was then that he came to know that mother was no more. He had no desire to visit dad and me. He had then gone to the garage, to borrow money from his friend, the garage owner. It was then that he ran into me. He was happy to see me that day, he said. He asked me how my mother—his wife—died. After knowing that she died of heart attack, he said that she always had a weak heart. Then he asked me to spare whatever cash I had with me. I gave him some of the money I had started getting for servicing my dad. But I did not tell him how I got the money. I merely told him that dad gave me some pocket money regularly. My father grabbed the money and left.”

“After that one day, the garage man met me at the practice ground and told me that he had admitted my father into the hospital for alcoholics. That is where we had been just now. I used to go there alone and visit him and pay for his expenses as much as possible. The rest was taken care of by the garage man. But recently, the garage man had to go to visit his brother in Texas. So, he asked me to care for my father, till he came back. But my father’s condition grew worse. The doctors told me, during my last visit, that he may not last long. So, now you know everything. But keep it all to yourself. I do not want anyone else—not even your mother—to know about my real father.”

Every time Kevin said, “Real Father”, I wanted to shout out that he was NOT his real father! But I remembered the promise I made to Dan, not to reveal the truth to Kevin at any time, that his father was Derrick, who was once a gallant soldier in the US Army, overseas.
I was all admiration for Kevin-- my dear and only friend. I apologized to him for talking so rudely to him the previous day and also for punching him. He brushed aside my apology and turned into our driveway. As we did so, both of us were puzzled on seeing the house in complete darkness. It was just past 9 pm. Mother could not have gone to bed, switching off all the lights, as she very well knew that we–at least I—would be coming late. She would have at least left the outside light on. We parked the car in the driveway and went to the door. In the dim light, we saw a note pinned on to it. Kevin went to the car, started it and switched on the head lights.

Then he came and stood in the light to read the note aloud. It said: “Mother is being taken to the General Hospital. The key is in the letter-box. Contact undersigned.” The note was signed, “Pastor Mathew” and a phone number was scribbled below. I ran to the letter box opposite our house, retrieved the key, came to the door and opened it. I then switched on the outside light. Kevin went to the car, switched off the head lamp and the engine, came into the house and put a call to the pastor. The pastor’s wife took the call. She told us that my mother had been admitted to the General Hospital downtown and the pastor was still with her at the hospital and that mother wanted to see us both, immediately. So, we locked the house leaving the outside light on, got into the car and drove away to the General Hospital.
We reached the hospital after about an hour’s drive. Pastor Matthew was waiting at the entrance to meet us. The doctors had diagnosed that mother had a brain tumor and that she will have to be in the Intensive Care Unit (ICU) till they finalized all her tests. Mother had called Pastor Mathew around 3 pm to say that she had unbearable head ache and was not able to get out of bed.

Obviously, after Kevin and I had gone to school, mother had stayed in bed all day, with a terrible headache. As there was no relief even after taking several pills, she had called the pastor to come and look her up. The pastor had come with his wife and had decided that mother must be taken to the hospital immediately. As his wife took mother to the car, the pastor had locked the house, pinned the note on the door and left the key in the letter box. As it was day time, it did not occur to him to switch on any of the lights, including the one outside. Pastor Matthew gave us to understand all this, as he led us to the Intensive Care Unit.

Mother was looking pale and was asleep when we saw her through the glass on the ICU’s closed doors. Seeing us, a doctor clad in a green overall, came out. When he heard who we were, he told us that they have administered a sedative to mother and that we would be able to see her only after a few hours. The doctor also said that mother was worried about the two of us and wanted me to go to the bank the next day and draw some money for our expenses.
“The hospital bills can be settled, when she gets discharged,” he said.

Then he handed me a lady’s purse in which I found some cash, a cheque book, some keys in a ring and a small black & white picture of my family—my mother, my father and me—taken when I was three years old! There was a signed cheque in the cheque-book, which was made out for a thousand dollars. The doctor said:

“There is no need for you guys to be here now. But tomorrow, one of you should come and stay with the patient when she is shifted to her bed. Please arrange at the desk what type of a bed you will prefer. The costs will be given to you at the desk.”

So, Pastor Matthew led us to the desk where, on coming to know the costs, the pastor advised us to take a semi-private room for mother. He then told us that one of us can come in the morning to attend on mother and requested us to drop him at the church, which was on our way home. He said that after dropping mother and him at the hospital, his wife drove back to the parsonage in the church compound as she had to take care of the boys when they retuned from high school. As the pastor got into the back seat of the car, he noticed the parcel that Kevin had tossed on to it when we left the other hospital where his father had died. He noticed the name on the parcel and asked who it was.
“It belongs to a person whom I know intimately.” said Kevin.

Pastor Matthew did not ask further questions. He advised us not to worry over mother’s condition. He wanted us to tell her that she would get well soon.
“God will never let His children suffer long,” he said. “Be courageous yourself and take care of mother. I will come and visit her soon,” he added as he got off at the Church.
We drove on and reached home. Kevin had the presence of mind to pick up some eats on the way. We sat with heavy hearts at the table and ate our dinner. Then Kevin said I can go to bed, but he has some work to do. I asked him whether he was going to open the parcel of his father to see what it contained. He said:

“I have more important work to do than open that trash. I have to write a letter to my dad.” So, saying he tossed the bundle on to the kitchen shelf and went to the dinning table taking with him a letter-pad and pen. Why I never thought of it, I wondered (informing Dan, I mean), as I bade him good-night and climbed the stairs. Then, on second thoughts I came down and went to him. I put my hand around his neck and bending down to his ears, I said:
“Kevin, will you promise me one thing?”
“What?” asked Kevin.
“Promise me that you will never leave me alone,” I pleaded.

Kevin smiled and asked: “Why did you get that doubt?”
“Just that I want to be with you always-- wherever you are and wherever you go,” I said.
“Even to the bathroom?” asked Kevin jokingly.
“Don’t joke, Kevin. Promise me that you will never leave me,” I insisted, as I held out my hand.

Kevin put his hand in mine and said:
“My dear friend, my brother, my sweetheart, I promise that I will never leave you till deaths do us part.”

As he said it, I put my other hand on his mouth and asked him not to talk about death. Then I kissed him on his forehead and ran up the stairs to my room. It was close to midnight then. I flung myself naked on the cot, throwing away all my clothes. The day having been what it was, I fell asleep immediately. I did not know when Kevin came to sleep.

END OF CHAPTER 6 -[To Be Continued]