The Tide Began to Rise - Repost - 24. Chapter 24

[Tyler’s POV]

Sunday night, I went to my room after I kissed Brent good night. I stripped down to my boxers then climbed into bed. I pulled the covers over my body and laid my head down on my pillow. I closed my eyes in the hopes that I would drift off to sleep right away. There were just too many things going through my head. My brain could not shut off. There were too many thoughts, to many fears in my head, to allow me to fall asleep.

My alarm went off at 6:30. I hadn’t fallen asleep yet. I had tried everything. I put in my ear buds and tried listening to music, but the only thing that that ended up doing was give me a headache. I tried making myself have a dream. The only thing that accomplished was proving the fact that I’m crazy. I started dreaming that I was Mario, and I had to go defeat Bowers to free that Princess and Toad.

“This is not going to be a good day.” I said as I rubbed my eyes. They were burning. I could tell they were bloodshot.

I got out of bed, went over and got a clean pair of underwear out of the top drawer of my dresser. Then I went up stairs to the bathroom so I could take a shower. I was hoping that the water would keep me awake at least until the end of the school day.

As I was putting the shampoo in my hair, I heard a knock on the door.

“Yeah?”

“Can I come in?” I heard Brent ask.

“Yeah, come on in. The door isn’t locked.”

I heard the door open, then close. I stuck my head out of the shower.

“Did you want to join me?” I asked with a smile. “I need someone to wash my back.”

Brent took off his shirt, pushed down his shorts and boxers, then climbed in the shower with me. He helped me with the shampoo on my head. Then he grabbed the body wash and started lathering up my body. He started with my shoulders and worked his way down. He messaged my back on the way down. It felt so good. He got down to my butt. He took a cheek in each hand and started squeezing.

“Getting a little handsy aren’t you?”

“Yeah, I guess so. I will stop if you want me to.”

Instead of replying with words, I reached back behind me and grabbed one of Brent’s hands. I pulled it so that it was in front of me. I took his hand and put in on my cock. Brent took the hint. He wrapped his fingers around my hardening member. He started moving his hand up and down on the shaft. It felt so good to have him jerking me off. His hand is so soft, so warm to the touch.

The feeling of his hand gliding over my wet cock was enough to make me weak in the knees. Brent must have known that I was getting ready to fall, be took his hand off my dick, and put it under my arm to hold me up.

“You ok?” He whispered in my ear. That sent shivers down my spine.

“Yeah, I’m good. You holding on to me makes everything better.”

“Aww you’re so sweet……….. How about we finish the shower and we will continue this later?”

“Well, you got me this far; either you finish me or I have to do it. But you make it feel so much better.”

Brent moved his hand back down to my cock and took hold of it. This time his motions were more aggressive. It really kind of hurt. It was like he just wanted to get done. The emotion and the passion that he had before, was gone. This was not what he wanted, not his idea. So now he wants to get it over with and move on.

I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to make him mad, and I wanted to get off. So I suffered through the painful hand job. I kept repeating “It’s just this one time,” over and over in my head.

After two minutes, I finally came. Though painful, it was one of the best loads I had ever shot. Brent felt me cum, I know he did, because as soon as I was done, he got in front of me to finish washing himself. I just stepped back and let him do whatever. Once he was done he stepped out, dried himself off and left the bathroom with the towel around his waist.

I just stood there in the water. I couldn’t tell the difference between the water running down my face and the tears. I thought I was doing a good thing. He seemed so keen on getting me off before, that I thought he would have wanted to continue. Now that it is over, I guess I was wrong.

I finished my shower, went back to my room after drying myself off, and got dressed for what I know is going to be quiet possibly the worst school day of my life. I can remember the things that were said at the party. Everyone has had time to think about what happened. The feelings have had time to fester. All I can do it walk into school with my head held high and hope for the best.

After I was dressed, I went back to the bathroom to fix my hair. I looked at myself in the mirror after I had my hair just right. My eyes were red from crying. I sighed then left the bathroom. I went to the living room and looked out the window. My heart sank. I saw Brent pulling out of the driveway and drive away.

[Brad’s POV]

My phone started ringing. I reached over to my bedside table and grabbed it. I looked at the screen to see who was calling me. I t was Tyler.

“Hello?” I answered the phone with a groggy voice.

“Will you come pick me up for school?” I could hear the sadness the in his voice. I knew he was crying.

“Yeah, I will be there in 10 minutes.”

I jumped out of bed, threw on some clothes. I grabbed my school things, my wallet, and my keys then headed out to my car. I drove to Tyler’s house, thinking and wondering why Tyler was crying. I was wondering why he needed a ride to school. Why is he not riding with Brent?”

I pulled into the driveway. I got out of the car and ran up to the door. I knocked a few times, then opened the door and walked inside. I found Tyler sitting on the couch in the living room. He was crying. I walked over and sat down next to him. I put my hand on his shoulder. He leaned over and laid his head on my shoulder. I moved my arm down to his side, and started rubbing him, trying to comfort him.

“Want to talk about it?” I asked.

“I don’t know what happened. Brent and I were taking a shower; he started giving me a hand job. I got weak in the knees. He held me up. He said we should finish later. I said I really need to get off. He finished jacking me off, but it was rougher, like he was angry. I came; he finished washing then got out of the shower. After I finished washing and after I was dressed I came into the living room and looked out the window. I saw Brent drive away. Then I called you.”

“WOW……………… Wonder what his problem is? That really was a dick move.”

“I know it was, but the way he acted made me feel like I had done something wrong.”

“No Tyler, you didn’t do anything wrong. Brent did. He reacted like a total douche bag. He was making you feel good, and then he stopped. You said you wanted to keep going. How could he get mad at you for that?”

“I know, but I still feel bad.”

“I think you’re just upset because Brent hurt you. You have nothing to feel bad about. You did nothing wrong.”

“Thank you Brad, you’re a great friend. Will you skip with me today? I don’t think I can take all the crap at school. Brent can deal with it all.”

“Of course I will skip with you. You feeling better is more important than school. And I’m sure we won’t get in trouble. All we have to do is explain that you were afraid to go to school and you needed someone with you.”

“Yeah”

“So do you just want to stay here or do you want to get out of the house and get your mind off things?”

“I think getting out of here will be better. Staying here will just make me think of Brent.”

“Then let’s go.”

We stood up and went out to my car. We just drove and talked for a while. We did that until an idea popped into one our heads, then we would go do whatever it was.

[Brent’s POV]

“Have you seen Tyler?” I asked Brie

“No, he didn’t come with you this morning?” Brie responded

“No, he said he wanted to walk today.”

I had to lie to her. What was I going to say; “No, I got mad when he asked me to finish jerking him off. Then I left him at home.” That would not go over well. So I had to keep it to myself. Now that she says it, I haven’t seen him all day. It’s not like him to not come up and say “hi”. Then again today is not a normal school day. I have been taking shit all day. Some from people that I thought were friends.

When I walked in the front door, I noticed that more than half of the people of my peers stopped whatever they were doing to stare at me. There was no doubt in my mind as to their reason why they why they were staring. If they weren’t at the party to see the event first hand, they heard about it from someone that was there.

I had known right then that I wanted Tyler right by my side. I wanted him there so that I could hold his hand and walk down the main hallway. I want him there so that we could show them that we are not afraid to show that we love each other. But I screwed that up. I had left him at home.

My last class of the day turned into a study hall. Our teacher had to leave for the day. The schools councilor said that he would check in on us. Throughout the class, I noticed people staring at me and whispering to each other. I was fed up with it. Every class was the same. I stood up, and went to the front of the room.

“Ok, what the hell is everyone’s problem? Have you never seen a gay guy before? I know you have. There are a few other gay’s that go to our school. So why the fuck is it a big deals that I am? Is it because I’m part of the popular crowd?................”

I waited for someone to say something. Not one of them did.

“Oh, so now that I’m saying something, you all have nothing to say. That’s pretty funny. It seems like none of you people had a problem whispering to one another a few moments ago. So if any of you have something to say about me or about Tyler, then have the fucking balls to say it to my face……… No one has the balls? That’s what I thought.”

I walked back to my desk and sat back down. Everyone looked down at their desks and started working on their homework. Nobody was staring at me, and nobody was whispering to each other. At least for now there was a sense of calmness, but I wasn’t sure how long it would last.