Rest In Peace Paul Grady 4

Chapter 4: The damage is already done

*** Paul

I sped blindly out of the school gates, leaving a cloud of dust in my wake. As I wiped off the tears that kept streaming down my face the initial shock of what had just happened began to subside and I started to think clearly about how badly I had screwed up. I took a turn towards the old village on the outskirts of town and accelerated on the gravel road.

"Why would he do that?!" I blamed Tim while gripping the steering wheel with a vengeance. He just kept pushing and pushing like a desperate and pathetic queer, telling me he loved me and that he has loved me since the day we met. That was back in junior high, back before Amber and I even met. And after all this time, was our friendship a lie. All the times that I protected him and stood up for him that he was not gay. Did he know then? Did he "love" me then? I was not gay. I am not gay.
I cannot be.

Off course I remembered what happened last night. I also remembered that it was Tim who had initiated the whole thing by making moves on me while I was passed out. I regretted that I let myself get so drunk, I let him seduce me when I was weak and vulnerable. He had no right, No right!".

Uncontrollably, the tears began to stream down my face again. As much as I tried to make sense of my actions, the reasons I conjured up in my head to justify why I had brutally assaulted my best friend and left him in a shallow pool of his own blood were simply not good enough. The truth was that I don't know what had came over me. Perhaps I was overwhelmed by the realization that I too was in love with my best friend. I was in love with another guy and that unbeknown to me, I might have loved him for a very long time.

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From the moment Paul said goodbye to Amber as she and her family pulled out their drive way, the idea of spending the weekend at Tim's house had unusually excited him. For a while he thought that it was because he knew that Tim would be able to take his mind off of the break-up, but now when he reviewed the facts in his head, he could admit to himself that he secretly knew that Tim had a crush on him, and that if the conditions were right and they both had just enough alcohol in them, something like what happened last night could happen.

Paul had intended his fucking to be rough and painful because somewhere in the vagaries of his mind, he thought it would somehow change the fact that he harbored warm and tender feelings for Tim. As he brutally penetrated his best friend who cried and begged him to stop, his own heart ached at the pain he was causing the man he loved. Paul could no longer deny the genuine and deep love he held for Tim. He could no longer lock it in a mental box and bury it in the back of his mind. The truth confronted him and it was his failure to face the facts when they had appeared to him so gently and lovingly the night before that he had to face them now when the reality was grim and unyielding.

Paul came to a screeching halt in front of an old speakeasy. Chenobil's. Although this pub was a-century-old-dirt-hole, with rude mature waitresses and a dark and dingy atmosphere, it offered what Paul desperately needed - whiskey on the rocks. As the aged bartender, Johnny price, began mixing a strong blue whale and not the whiskey Paul had ordered. The image of Tim on the floor appeared in his mind and harangued his stomach. He knew he had to go back.
Johnny turned to find gone, the only customer who had entered that day.

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The ambulance which carried Tim O'Donovan and his panicking mother had already left when Paul arrived back at the school. As he drove through the gates he saw the security guard who had found Tim on the toilet floor speaking to the Town sheriff while another police officer feverishly jotted down everything he said. As Paul drove closer, the guard pointed accusatively at his car and the officers assumed a defensive position. Paul knew what was about to happen because when he stepped out of the car he had his arms raised.

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It was only six hours since Paul had woke up naked in Tims bed, and Tim had wondered how their relationship would change that day if at all.

Tim's mother stood restless outside her son's room wondering when he would wake up. The damage to Tim's face had seemed more serious than it actually was when his face was covered in blood earlier on. All he needed was a few stitches to his left cheek and three stitches for his busted lip. Other than that he would go home later that evening and was expected to make a full recovery. Paul's parent's burst into the recovery room with fear and worry written on their faces.

"Sheila! Is he ok?" Paul's mom cried, reaching to give Tim's mother a warm hug.
"The doctors say he should wake up any minute now, he will be fine" she responded solemnly, "I don't know where Paul is and he drove off with my car" she added.
"Paul is at the station..." His father said looking down in shame. They are holding him there until monday when his bail hearing is scheduled.

"No, he can't sleep in jail" Sheila objected, showing Paul's parents that she was not that angry with Paul in spite of what he had done.

Tim opened his eyes and struggled to sit up, they all went rushing into the room.

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The time was now 23:42hrs and Paul lay awake in the darkness of his tiny cell. He had to share his cell with another man who had been arrested for fighting in a bar just a few hours before. The man was drunk and bloody but he was muscular and tall. Paul had managed to have a good look at his face when he was thrown into the cell before it was time for "lights off". The man had gorgeous but ruggard features. He had broad shoulders and big arms which suggested years of hard labor, maybe he was one of those mine workers at De Beers Gold mine around which the town was built. His jaw was square and pronounced, with a thick brown beard which covered half his face.

His eyes had been brown or black, Paul was unsure but he did not have time to appreciate the raw materials of what could have been a really handsome man. His mind was occupied with thoughts of Tim, fragile Tim who lay lifeless on the cold toilet floor because of him. He didn't even know if Tim would be ok. Paul vowed to protect this kid the first time he saw him being bullied, and yet he had failed him in a big way. Now Paul vowed that he would take any punishment as long as he could get one more chance with Tim. If only for nothing else but to say how sorry he was.

The ruggard man stood in front of Paul's bed naked as the day he was born, If indeed he was born and not created as he stood. It took him a while to notice the big man looming above him while he lay there in deep contemplation.
"What are you doing?" Paul asked, startled by the hairy beast standing before him. Even in the dark cell the outline of his body showed that a real man was stood there. "Get away from me" Paul ordered with very little conviction in his tone. The man jumped on top of him without saying a word. Paul began to struggle but the more powerful man held him firmly down. "Get off me!" he yelled loudly this time, this made the beast even more aggressive and determined as it turned Paul around and yanked his pants down.

"Was this the punishment I deserved?" Paul wondered to himself as he knew what was heading his way. The man's 11inch cock was hard as steel and his balls slapped lazily against Paul's ass as he inched forward and shoved his big fingers into Paul's small mouth.

-"make a sound and I will break your neck" the man barked in Paul's ear. When all signs of resistance had ceased the man pulled his well lubbed fingers out and inserted them deep in Paul's tight hole with little consideration. Paul bit into the thin pillow beneath him. When the man pulled out the fingers he replaced them with a more lethal weapon. His donkey dick invaded Paul's virgin hole slowly but forcefully. He waited for Paul to get used to him before moving every two inches in. The pain went away when Paul resigned to this man's will. He felt numb. For several minutes it felt like the beast had fallen asleep with his cock inserted deep into Paul's ass because it did not move.

He just paused there with the weight of his body above Paul and his warm sour breath on his neck. When he suddenly pulled out and shoved back in, waves of pain and pleasure raced through Paul's body and the numbness of this fateful rape became ignited pleasure. Paul found himself wanting the big cock back inside him every time the man pulled out.

The beast came with a thunderous intensity. He planted his seed deep inside Paul's ass in several fits. As it mourned and granted, Paul came involuntarily onto the bed. He let out some soft groans which died down as he reached a gradual end to his sweat climax. The fool who was locked in the next cell began to clap and gear.

"Silence in there" The no-nonsense female guard on duty banged her button stick on the nearest cell wall.

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"Wake up Grady, you're going home." A friendly male officer said, opening the cell door. Paul thought he would remain in holding until monday. He walked out confused but relieved. He followed behind the officer who was fresh and smelled pleasant as he had just started his shift. Paul froze when he saw Tim's mother signing off a few papers and getting her car keys back. She was the only one there to let him out.

"Paul! Are you ok", she called out to him, sensing that he was nervous and scared. "Come here it's ok. I am here to take you home"
Paul ambled over to Tim's mom and fell into her reassuring embrace.

"I am soo sorry Mrs O'Donovan" he cried "I am soo, soo sorry". She wiped his tears and led him out to the car. As they sat quietly in the car by the parking, Sheila waited for Paul to calm down and stop crying.

"Are you ready to tell me what happened yesterday? Why you beat my son up like that and drove off with my car." She said failing to mask the hint of anger in her voice.
What would he say? Paul did not know if Sheila knew that her son was gay. He couldn't risk making things worse by outing Tim to his mother yet he could not explain anything from yesterday's events without divulging that crucial bit of information.

After some initial hesitation, Paul looked up and said "I will explain everything to you Mrs O'Donovan I promise, but please I wanna see Tim first. Please take me to Tim".
"Ok, but once we get home, you and Tim have some serious explaining to do". Paul was revealed that they were driving home and not to the hospital. That meant that Tim wasn't too bad.