Not Him Again

Tossing and turning in his sleep, Michael rolled over and tucked his arm in completely underneath his feather weight pillow as he tried to get comfortable without so much as actually waking up. He was having the dream of his life, one that he never felt he wanted to awake from, but of course he didn't know that, his subconscious playing tricks on its master yet again.

His cock was getting harder and harder by the minute, as behind those closed eyes currently was displayed a feast of views just for himself and for his very own pleasure, and a crooked smile could be seen forming across his handsome face as said dream continued...

Michael was walking out of his back door and as usual, he saw Gavin busy doing what he had been employing him to do...cleaning his pool. On this swelteringly hot ass day, Gavin run his fingers through his sexy black hair, making the wet strands flickering in all sorts of directions, because he sighed and slowly took his shirt off...the sight of his six pack abs shining in the afternoon sunlight was enough to make any grown gay man weep with sexual pleasure.

Michael's eyes glided over those muscles, those strong arms and biceps that utterly, desperately yearned to be touched, caressed, tasted and kissed...he was horny enough that he would actually have licked the sweat from that man's skin, my GOD, he was so sexy...his former childhood bully, who still until this very day didn't recognise him for who he actually was.

Gavin turned towards his employer as he saw him, the smile on his face evident, as he was clearly happy to see Michael. In his dream, Gavin smirked and came ever so closer, before the latter once more placed his arm around his shoulder and brought their faces close together. Even if this wasn't actually happening and it was sheer imagination on Michael's part, he could actually feel the other man's warm breath cascading over his lips...his nose...fluttering over his senses so much that his cock and his chest begged for some much-needed relief.

Michael smiled back at the handsome as fuck pool guy, before he laughingly nudged the latter's nose with his own, teasing the bully with everything he had inside him. Forcing himself to think that Gavin had in all probability changed his ways, Michael leaned in and kissed him. Both men felt the sheer volumes of electricity flash through them like the Titanic through the rock-solid iceberg, my word, it was intense.

Michael groaned inwardly, the mere sound of what he was feeling echoing loudly through the kiss, which Gavin deepened the moment that Michael's tongue met and found his own. Gavin's hands were suddenly all over him, it was caressing his back, his sides, reaching up to be placed solidly behind Michael's neck, making love directly to his boss's skin as best he could. Michael wasn't that much of a slouch either, and he pushed Gavin against the garage wall, the former man smiling sneakily, breaking the desperate kiss for only a second, before he attacked Michael's mouth once more.

The two men were literally eating each other's faces, before a shit-eating grin flashed across Gavin's face, as he licked his lips, and without saying anything, he leaned in, and kissed Michael's neck a few times, before he started fumbling with the latter's shorts, trying...forcing them off when they simply refused to buckle under the pressure. Michael literally tore off his t-shirt that he was wearing, standing shirtless before Gavin, the latter's eyes appreciating what they were seeing to their utmost extremes.

Gavin's hands reached out as if they were fucking battery operated, caressing, feeling up, his eyes full of necessary curiosity, the palms of his hands rubbing all over Michael's powerful torso and upper chest area. Michael closed his eyes and savoured every nook and cranny of what Gavin was doing to him, before he felt Gavin's lips on his stomach and hissed his total appreciation. He reached down and as in pure sold instinct, he ran his fingers through Gavin's sweaty hair...the feel of the thick strands like lava through butter at that moment, before his eyes widened...as he realised that he was no longer eyeball-to-eyeball with his former tormentor...

...and that Gavin was slowly but surely travelling down his stomach straight to his...

"Fuck..." Michael moaned in his sleep, in the reality of the situation, turning on his back inside his waterbed, his dick on red alert as he always, always slept in the nude, and I swear camp scouts could have camped underneath that duvet, so hard his eight incher that was now stretching the warm fabric...

...back to his dream and Michael placed his hand behind Gavin's neck, softly squeezing his skin, softly encouraging him to go further, to tell him that whatever he wanted to do, that it was okay...it was more than just okay.

Gavin smiled upwards at Michael, before he kissed the soft, hairy area just above Michael's groin, before finally succeeded in tugging his shorts and boxers downwards, leaving that big eight-inch man dick in full view of anyone out there who cared enough to wanna see it. At that moment, the only person Michael really cared about was Gavin...and his eyes and lips as he measured Michael's cock with a mixture of thirst and hunger.

Michael groaned and thrusted his hips forward as Gavin's warm fingers finally made contact with their target, curling themselves around his big bro dick and with an utter fascination, cradling the rock-hard phallus, getting a good feel at the thing in its totality. Michael gently lodged his grin forward, signaling to Gavin that he wanted more...that he needed more...the soft caressing of his hair, made Gavin smile and lean in... his nose and lips were so near to touching the organ that he wanted to have so damn much...

"Gav...Gavin! Jesus!" Michael gasped inside his dream, and in reality, on his bed, as he felt his dickhead being totally enveloped inside Gavin's warm mouth, the feeling nearly indescribable, his knees buckling at the emotions, solid electric shocks, as well as the realisation that there was nowhere else that he would rather be.

Looking down at Gavin's sexy, stud of a manly ass face, he groaned once more as he saw the latter completely going to town on his stiff cock, the thing as hard as nails, bobbing solidly in the air, as Gavin took a breather, his hand never letting go of the wet organ...instead jerking it off until the head was red, fiery and fierce, before dipping his head down one more time, tasting the goodness that was employer's pre ball juice.

Gobbling up as much of the watery goodness as was humanly possible, Gavin proceeded to slowly, carefully, because quite simply, that eight incher was fucking mouthful...quite literally...he proceeded to try and get the whole god damn thing down his beautiful gob...his eyes watering with the utmost extreme as Michael felt faint...he couldn't believe that Gavin nearly had his whole dick down his throat...

...with an almighty gasp, Gavin came up for air, Michael's hard phallus finally released from its warm water prison, saliva just about everywhere you looked...Gavin took a couple of deep breaths, before he winked at Michael once more, and taking the dick down his throat again...in reality Michael was literally now on his stomach, and starting to hump his mattress.

The blood was rushing through his body like it had never before...who knew that the guy who bullied him so much as a kid...who forced him to be home schooled because his father was getting sick and tired of his son not standing up for himself...would ever, EVER, give him as much pleasure as this?

Gavin was happily bobbing up and down Michael's stiff member, his eyes telling anyone who could see that he was enjoying every god damn second of it. His stomach was in knots...his groin felt on actual fire, his fingers were getting totally entangled inside the waves of Gavin's thick black hair...and his cockhead was getting ever much more ready to spit out their potent batter of bro-tein.

Michael reached out and solidly clasped Gavin's entire face inside the palms of his hands, face fucking the man as best he could, his long eight incher threatening to choke the life out of the pool man...he gasped as he felt Gavin's own fingers encircle his full, bouncing balls, caressing and enticing Mario and Luigi down there to fucking finally give up their previous elixir. Michael's dick was drilling a fucking hole inside Gavin's mouth, and with every swing, every push, every single time that he felt his foreskin glance over his cockhead and his juices being slurped up by his childhood bully, the more he wanted to spray paint the man's entire face with his seed.

Michael pulled his cock from Gavin's hungry ass mouth as quick as he could when he felt that he was near, and proceeded to jack his dick off over the latter's unblemished face...Gavin's tongue was literally hanging out of his mouth as his thirst and hunger for Michael's sperm reached fever pitch. Michael's face was distorted as if he was in sheer agony, his chest was heaving intensely, and his heart was going several times a minute...his fist curled around his heaving dick and with a powerful yelp from the back of his throat, he arched his back and the sperm blasted out of his cockhead like a sugary drink which had been shaken once too often.

Gavin's face was a cummy mess right from the off, he licked his lips as Michael's bro cream literally flowed over him, my GOD, there was so much...the smell, the texture...Gavin reached up and wiped the residue ball juice even more into his skin, urgently licking it off his fingers very much like a wolf who hadn't eaten anything for days on end.

Finally, finally, Michael's eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets as he felt Gavin's warm orifice once more placing its lips around his still leaking cock, the head as sensitive as if ever was, after cumming that immensely, but Gavin clearly didn't care. He continued to suck every droplet, literally vacuuming every single bit of precious liquid he could get, smacking his lips and swallowing the cum for good measure. Michael sat upwards inside his bed, his eyes white as snow, his heart thumping so wildly, he felt the need to feel his pulse, scared of a fucking heart attack at this point, before after a while, he succeeded in controlling his breathing...in...out...in...out...until he finally relaxed, and laid back gently onto his pillows.

"Fuck...fuck...fffffucccck..." he whispered to no one in particular, before he slightly smiled.

His cock was still hard, and to his utmost embarrassment, he felt it...immediately as he adjusted himself...his first fucking wet dream in what...ages, it had to be. Fucking hell, the sperm was nearly everywhere...it totally ruined his expensive silk sheets...there was no way he'd ever get these stains out.

Not for the first time, Michael shook his head, and then stood up, his cock still somewhere between half hard and flaccid, as he walked over to his chest of drawers, before reaching inside the second case from the top, and pulling out a photo album. He almost never ever, looked at these photos anymore...things were digital now, sure, but fourteen years ago, these things were still very much in fashion, and the sole reminder that he had, that things were ever how they was.

He pursed his lips as his eyes fell on his old class picture...taken a few days before his eventual suspension from the school, before that fateful day where Gavin had insulted his mother so badly, to allow little Mikey Lancaster, as he was known those days, to lose it so uncontrollably, that he kicked Gavin's back so hard, the boy fell into the ground, screaming in agony. Unfortunately, the principal of the school, which just so happened to be Gavin's own father, had heard the commotion...and like one man...all his fellow classmates threw completely and utterly, poor Michael under the bus, without even as much as a fucking question.

The fact that Gavin Connolly, the very same Gavin Connolly who he had just had a massive wet dream about, had been bullying him for years, or the fact that he only kicked Gavin because of what was said...was never mentioned. To all and to the rest of the world, Little Mikey Lancaster attacked Gavin Connolly for no good reason, and needed to be removed from the school. Michael smirked as he took out the class photo, his eyes flickering over to where he himself was, laughing at the camera, standing in the front row as one of the shortest kids in said class...meanwhile there was Gavin Connolly...the Gavin that HE remembered...all the way in the back, a nasty smirk on his face as usual.

Over to the right, there was Gemma, in the back row next to Gavin, whilst his former bestie Lisi, was standing two places away from Michael himself. Sitting down on his bed, complete with the photo still in his hand, Michael smiled wry fully...he had never seen any of these people in his life, ever again, after he was suspended from the school...and truth be told, he never actually wanted to.

Lisi, his supposed best friend, also couldn't have been bothered to open her mouth to defend him, when he had kicked Gavin, just because she was dating Gavin at the time. Back then every girl wanted to get in Gavin's pants and every boy wanted to be his friend, he was literally the most popular kid in school. No wonder Gavin still doesn't recognise him.

Jesus...from that scrawny little boy who wore glasses and was frightened of his own shadow, to this hunk, this stud...this powerful individual with muscles everywhere you looked, his usage of contacts, him having a job at Nintendo South Africa, which gave him all his money, as well as paid for this magnificent house he lived in.

"Mikey...what the fuck are you doing here..." he murmured to himself, actually calling himself by his childhood nickname, which he loathed with all his might.

He was starting to fly down a very dangerous path...before he knew who Gavin was, the adult Gavin, that is, he knew that the man was the most beautiful person, male or female, that he had ever seen in his life. He was instantly attracted to him. And then when he found out just who he was...that made it even more of a turn on.

But now...Jesus Christ, he was actually starting to think about Gavin...constantly at work, when he was at the gym, or just in an online meeting for example...he would wonder what Gavin was doing, if he and his son Kyle was doing okay...and on the days that Gavin was at his home cleaning his pool, he would find some stupid ass excuse to get there early...anything...just to see Gavin in person and to spend some time with him.

There was no doubt denying it...Michael sighed. He was falling for Gavin, and he was falling fast.

He had nowhere NEAR the connection with his previous boyfriends that he had with his childhood tormentor...and he actually winced as the images of Gavin kicking him in his stomach one day after school came to mind. "I must be nuts...or crazy...or fucking both.

Man...I gotta stop this. I have to...if he finds out who I really am...and he's not even gay! He has a son! Jesus, Michael!" he shouted to himself, in complete and utter frustration. Why did Gavin Connolly had to return to his life!?

WHY?

**

"Miss Parker? Remember me?"

The teacher stopped writing on her whiteboard, before she turned around, and took a good look at the sheer man mountain standing in front of her, with a bright smile just for good measure. She frowned, before she turned back towards her work...

"No, Sir, I'm afraid I do not, and if you aren't off this school property in literally five minutes, I shall have no other option but to alert the school security and..."

Michael rolled his eyes, still smiling. Totally not the first time he got THIS kind of reaction when coming face to face from someone of his childhood.

He looked around, got an idea, before he gently sat on top of his old school desk, all the way at the back of the class, still standing on the exact same god damn spot after all these years, and he cleared his throat.

"Miss Parker? May I please stay behind school today to...clean the classroom?"

Suzie Parker froze at the point where she was, the sounds and laughs of the kids in the outside recess evident for both of them to hear and enjoy...Miss Parker took off her glasses, came a little closer towards Michael, and replaced them back on, before she gasped...

"NO! No, it can't be! Mikey? Little Mikey Lancaster? That...cannot be you!?"

Michael nodded before he stood up and walked right up towards his favourite schoolteacher.

"Luckily they didn't recognise me at reception because I probably would have been suspended yet again!"

Miss Parker's eyes started to water as she shook her head, before Michael laughed and draw his former teacher in to a tight hug. The two of them were in total silent unison for a while, before he finally let her go, smiling warmly as he once more saw her wiping away her tears.

"I...just...wow...LOOK AT YOU! I would have never in a million years...WOW! You've clearly done well for yourself!" the teacher said, before signalling at Michael to take a seat in the chair opposite her desk, before putting down the chalk she had been writing with, wiping her hands clean, and sitting down herself, her eyes full of joy and glee.

"Yeah, I do okay. I design games for Nintendo Switch now."

"Makes since, you were always fascinated by computers. Mikey...Mikey Lancaster. Wow." She sighed, before she reached over and took his right hand inside of her own.

"I'm so...so sorry, that I wasn't there that day. I had heard of it of course, when I came back from maternity leave, but by then you were suspended...of course it was easy to find out about you, because your father was always in the news and in the papers, but they never much told me any info that I wanted to know. If only I hadn't gone into labour early...or if I had just told your substitute teacher that it was okay for you to stay behind...something happened that afternoon, didn't it? Between you and...what was his name...that boy who always used to bully and degrade you..."

"Gavin Connolly. And Rowan Minords as well, but mostly Gavin," Michael completed her sentence for her.

Miss Parker nodded in thought, before she patted his hand, finally letting it go.

"I heard what happened. Stories going around back then that you assaulted Gavin. I told the principal, as your teacher that if you had kicked Gavin, there HAD to be a good reason for it. You simply weren't a kid who went around looking for trouble, if anything, you kept to yourself mostly. Principal Connolly didn't even take my statement in question. I think it was nepotism at its best, even to this day. But look at you now! Goodness, me!"

Michael laughed and shook his head, blushing as he did so. He swore that Miss Parker was still the only woman in his life who could get away with actually doing that...anyway, he sat forward with his hands folded neatly, and looked her deep in her eyes.

"Miss Parker, the whole reason why I came to see you today, is rather...well it's personal. If you don't wanna give me any info, I'll totally understand, but I had to come and ask. If anyone would know, it would be you."

Miss Parker smiled and took a sip of her water, before she nodded.

"If I can help you, I definitely will. Shoot, I'm listening."

Michael cleared his throat once more, before swallowing slowly, a frown etched on his face as he thought how the fuck he should even bring this up...he didn't even know if Miss Parker was homophobic or not...but unless he straight up asked Gavin all of this...which would look suspicious as hell, or Gavin's parents...hell no... he had no other option.

He needed to know...fuck that, he deserved to know, after all that Gavin did to him!

"Miss... talking about Gavin Connolly...about two months ago I met a man, about my age, and he was driving around town with his young son, looking for work. He had lost his job due to the pandemic and he was in desperate need for a job and money...before I knew his name and who he was...and this is the part you may, or may not like..."

Miss Parker sat quite still, listening intently, before she gently nodded, edging Michael to go on. Michael closed his eyes and sighed...

"...this guy...was the most...beautiful...most sexiest man I had ever seen in my entire life. I felt an instant connection and a bond with him, which is hard to explain, but it's true. Miss Parker...that man was Gavin. Gavin Connolly."

Suzie Parker's eyes widened just a tad, before she blew out what looked like some much-needed air, as she sat back in her chair.

"You mean...?"

Michael nodded, and he couldn't look away from her. This felt like it needed to be said and done, face to face.

"He doesn't recognise me. At all. And yes...I'm gay. if you didn't already know way early in my pre teen years." 

Miss Parker sat forward, and took both of his hands, inside of her very own, giving him a warm, reassuring smile.

"Were you worried that I might judge you for being gay, Mikey?" she straight up asked, her eyes once more, full of love and warmth of her former student.

If this was someone else calling him by his childhood name, even if it was his own mother, he would have corrected them in a fucking heartbeat...but somehow...hearing her say it, her of all people, calling him Mikey...it just seemed right...it seemed fair.

He nodded, his eyes starting to water, just like hers were a few minutes earlier, as he sniffed, before composing himself.

"I didn't know...whether or not..."

Miss Parker smiled and pointed him towards a photo on her desk. Michael's eyes wandered over to where she was signaling him at, and he saw a picture of a young girl, about thirteen or fourteen at the most, along with Miss Parker, smiling sweetly at the camera, whilst holding each other.

"Don't tell me...is that your daughter? Is that Michaela?" he asked, picking up with photo and taking a closer look.

"Indeed, it is...and guess what...only a few months ago, she confided in me...Mikey...she told me that she was worried...she told me that she had a crush on one of her classmates and she didn't know how to handle it, or what to make of it at all. That classmate...was another girl. See where I'm going with this?"

Michael's eyes blinked one more time, willing the tears away...it felt like ages since he had last cried even as much as a single tear, before he placed the photo back where he had found it. He wiped his eyes, before he nodded, and visibly relaxed.

"Go on, you were saying?" Miss Parker reiterated, checking her watch to see how much more time they had before recess was over. Mikey sat upright and pursed his lips...

"I know that Gavin made my life hell, but there is something that has changed him...I don't know what it is, and I thought you'd be able to tell me. He also has a kid...his name is Kyle, and he is turning thirteen his year. Remember, Gavin has no idea who I really am. So, I can't ask him all these things. I was hoping you can help me."

Miss Parker sat back in her chair once more, her eyes deep in thought, and it remained that way for a few seconds, before he removed her glasses.

"Ah yes...I remember it now. Gavin Connolly...well, he indeed had gotten a girl pregnant. Both of them were only fifteen years old and both of them went to this school. Oh...the things he used to say and do...bragging over the fact that he had...in his words...nailed a piece of ass and now she was preggers with his kid..."

"But you see, Miss! That's why I'm here! The difference between them is uncanny! The Gavin of today would never say anything like that! I can't figure him out, he's a kind, humble and respectful guy now! And...well...I dunno what it is, or what to call it...I'm starting to get strong...very strong feelings for him. I can't help it...I tried to stop myself! You won't believe now many times I've crucified myself for what's happening...reminding myself twenty-four seven that this is the same guy who totally ruined my life!"

Michael stopped for breath, raising both of his hands in the air, as if he clearly didn't know what to do or what to say any more.

"But then I look how he is with his son...and Miss... that boy is his entire life! I can't for the life of me think that my old school bully, and this wonderful man, is one and the same person! But they are...they are, I checked...over and over and over. What happened there, Miss Parker? What happened to the Gavin that I knew?"

Miss Parker smiled sadly, and replaced her glasses back on her face. "Mikey, how much contact have you had with your former classmates over the years?"

Michael frowned in sheer confusion, looking down, thinking, before he looked up...

"None. None whatsoever. That day...there was not one person...not even Gemma or Lisi, who supported me. They all told Principal Connolly that I attacked Gavin for no reason. I didn't wanna have anything to do with them again."

Miss Parker nodded. She then stood up, and walked quietly over to the whiteboard, before facing Michael again.

"Are you sure you wanna hear this?"

Michael was unsure to be honest, having heard that...there was a tone in her voice...something inside him realised that she was warning him, without actually saying anything. Did he really wanna hear what she had to say? In the end, curiously killed the cat, and Michael nodded, as he swung his body a mere forty-five degrees in order to directly face her.

His former teacher shook her head, as if she was reliving a painful memory...

"Gavin had just turned fifteen, that particular day, was his birthday. There was obviously a massive party at his home, everyone was invited...and since his father was the principal, so was I, as his teacher. The evening started off well, all of us adults were entertained in the living room, far from all the teenage action going on at the pool outside, before we heard it. A scream, as loud as the night was dark." Miss Parker took a sip of her water, swallowed, and continued talking. "When we got there, the girl that Gavin had gotten pregnant was laying on the concrete area, just beside the swimming pool. She had slipped and hurt herself, but more importantly, by that time, she was already eight months pregnant. This whole time, ever since the news had broken that young Gavin was going to be a father, his own dad had stood by him...supported him and defended him...but it was clear as day that Gavin was had been drinking. And loads at that."

Michael was shocked...he didn't know what he expected Miss Parker to actually say, but it certainly wasn't...it wasn't this! Miss Parker licked her lips, before she sadly went on...

"The girl went into premature labour as a result of her slipping in the pool of water next to the swimming area. Gavin, even in his drunken state, was beside himself. The baby had gotten hurt, and to make a long story short, it came down to a question whether to save the baby, or to save the girl...saving both was medically not an option anymore, she had lost way too much blood."

Miss Parker turned around, picked up a piece of chalk, and started to draw what resembled very much like a blossoming flower...it's petals full and outstretched. Once she was done, she sighed.

"Nature unfortunately made that decision for the doctors...the girl passed way seconds after the baby died. That baby...has to be Gavin's son Kyle, that you've now told me about."

Miss Parker wiped her hands, before once more sitting down across from a very, very, shocked and very much traumatized, and shaking Michael.

"You asked me why Gavin Connolly, changed so much from the one you knew...the big, strong bully, to the calmer person he is now...there is your answer. He has never stopped blaming himself for getting the girl pregnant. Because if she wasn't...she still would have slipped, probably, but she also wouldn't have perished. At least, that's what Principal Connolly told all of us teachers. Gavin feels responsible for her death. He was never, ever the same again after that."

Michael blinked, and he stood up. He ran his fingers through his hair, before he wiped his face...still in total and utter disbelief, at what he had just heard. He knew...of course he knew...it was clear for anyone who wasn't batshit blind to see...Gavin adored Kyle...he loved him. More than anything else in this world. And now he knew why.

A thought flashed through his brain. He had noticed that Kyle didn't look like Gavin at all...but instead, he resembled someone he knew...but he just couldn't put a name to the face. It was as if it wanted to be clear...but then again it wasn't either.

"Miss Parker?"

"Mikey?"

Michael's heart was heavy...he suddenly knew the answer...and putting two and two together suddenly wasn't as hard as he first thought. He knew who Gavin had been dating at the time when he was suspended. He knew exactly what was coming. What the answer would be.

"Who was the girl? The girl who died...Kyle's mother...please...please...I need to know...you know why I need to know."

Miss Parker stood up once more, and walked over towards Michael, before she softly placed her hand on his massive shoulder.

"Lisi. It was Lisi."

**

Michael sat in his car, what felt like hours, after he had left his old classroom. He made his mind up...he needed to talk to Kyle. He needed to see him...because now that he knew who his mother was, he was going to make it his personal mission to make sure the boy was happy and healthy.

Even if that meant he had to pay Gavin triple his salary and pay their fucking rent to get a decent apartment, if that's what it took, that's what he was going to fucking do. He wasn't thinking clearly, he was still sane enough to realise that.

Lisi...sweet, innocent Lisi...his best friend all those years ago...between herself and Gemma...they were the only two kids in school who so much as gave him a second look! But that was before Lisi had totally fallen in love with Gavin and she started to change. Michael didn't know why and how the hell he didn't see it before...Kyle was the spitting image of Lisi.

He shook his head...how has he not realised it before now! The son of his former bestie...he needed to make sure the boy was taken care of. Afterall, he owed it to Lisi, to try. Michael at upright as he finally saw Kyle walk out of the school gates, and clearly not seeing his dad's old van anywhere, he seemed to sigh, before he adjusted his backpack and turning towards his right, and quickly disappearing around the corner.

Michael switched on his car's engine, and with a determined expression on his face, he drove over to the street in which he saw Kyle turn into. As he neared a corner, he stopped, his brakes screeching with the effort...no...no way...not again... .

..Michael watched in utter horror, as three, no...four boys were surrounding Kyle.

Two of them had the fucking nerve to push him around back and forth, between the two of them, whilst the other were laughing their heads off at the blatant bullying that was happening. Michael's eyes turned bloodshot red as he saw one of the boys take off Kyle's backpack and the little shit proceeded to THROW it across the school gates, meaning that Kyle had to go ALL the way back into the grounds, in order to retrieve it.

Michael's hands balled into fists...this wasn't happening...he was bullied himself when he was a kid...there was no way...HELL NO...there was no way he was just gonna SIT here and fucking WATCH this happening! FUCK NO!

He got out of his car faster than you could say "cocksucker" before he marched over towards where Kyle and the boys now were. Two cars nearly ran Michael over, in crossing the road, but what the fuck did he care? His only mission now, was to save the son of his dearest, dearest friend. Two of the boys saw a shadow cast over them as Michael approached, his big, beefy body completely dwarfing the little fuckers, to the point where they stretched their necks to look at him, whilst the other two idiots still hadn't noticed him.

"Uhm...guys...?" the one little shit managed to croak out, before his two buddies finally stopped pushing Kyle around.

"Yeah, what..." one of them answered back...his words stopping in his throat, as he saw Michael staring down at them with complete and utter murder in his eyes.

"Mister Michael...help me...help me..." Kyle started to panic as he saw the boys getting more and more angst, before Michael crossed his arms.

"Tell me...did this boy here do anything to you?"

 No... all four boys shook their heads in unison...no, Kyle didn't do anything to them. Michael's frown deepened.

"So... did he hurt you? Insult you? Threaten you?"

"How can this loser ever hurt us..."

"ANSWER ME!"

Michael came closer and all four boys spat in different directions, three of them had managed to get away, as fast as their legs could carry them, but Michael managed to grab the remaining fat one by his jersey, and held him tightly, with no chance of getting away.

"I asked...did he do ANYTHING remotely to you?"

"No! No, he didn't! Lemme go!" the boy shouted, and Michael nodded.

"So, he didn't do anything to you. Just peacefully walking home...so why the FUCK...do you see the need to BULLY and ATTACK him?"

The boy was by now so scared, that Michael was sure he was gonna piss his trousers at any second, and he quickly winked at Kyle, as if to reassure him that everything was going to be okay.

"Is there a problem here?"

"Dad!"

The boy that Michael was holding wriggled out of his grasp, before he run over towards a man which had stopped to pull over in his car, a few feet away from them. Michael turned around... come on kid... I dare you...tell your dad some lies...bullies like you always fucking do.

The man got out of his car...and my God, he was twice the size of his son...and just as overweight as well...and he stared at Michael the same way that Michael was doing at him.

"Is this your son, dude?" Michael asked.

The opposing man nodded.

"Yeah, what's it to you?"

Michael frowned and pointed to Kyle.

"Are you aware that your precious little fat boy, and his buddies, are bullying this boy here? They attacked him, pushed him around, threw his backpack over the fence...I mean, are they what, seven years old?"

The man placed his hand on his son's shoulder, before he snarled at Michael.

"Boys will be boys...what's a little man management and innocent play now and again? Toughens you up, if anything! Your son looks as if could use a little more manliness in his life...or is he also one of those sissies you get so easily nowadays?"

Michael froze.

"I'm sorry, what the fuck did you call him?"

The man shook his head and signaled at his son to get in the car. "If you don't need me to tell you, you're obviously one of them!" he laughed nastily, before he got into his car, and driving off, leaving both Michael and Kyle all alone on the sidewalk.

"Who was that? Do you know that kid?" Michael asked Kyle, kneeling down and checking him over to see if he had any visible injuries, but luckily, he didn't see any. Kyle nodded and sighed.

"That's Tyron Minords. Dad knows his dad as well. They used to be friends. They ain't any more though."

Minords...Minords...ROWAN MINORDS!

The guy who helped Gavin bully me all those years ago...! Jesus...when they said the world was a small place, they fucking meant it!

**

"Dad! Dad, where are you?"

"In here, buddy! At the back!"

Michael swallowed...he honestly thought that Gavin was being way too over dramatic when he said weeks ago that they lived in a trailer park...well...it wasn't quite that, but it was in fact a caravan park. And they lived...resided...in an actual caravan. Dude...your father was the principal of a school...what the fuck happened...how the hell did it get to this?

"Hey pal! How was your d..." Gavin started to ask his son, but he was abruptly stopped when he laid his eyes on Michael.

"Mister Michael, Sir...what...how...I mean..." he asked, clearly confused as hell, as he looked down towards the simple t-shirt that he was wearing, and with his face blossoming ever more red with the passing seconds, he subconsciously wiped his hands off on his jeans.

"Hey Gavin...I just...well..." Michael was stunned...he was suddenly at a loss of what to say...and it had nothing to do with the fact that Gavin's t-shirt was fitting so tightly on him, that you could actually see his nipples and his abs through it...it just HAD to be a white shirt on top of it all...his ass looked so cooked well-done in those jeans...

Michael had no idea how big Gavin's cock was...they had seen each other naked of course as kids in PE and stuff, but that was fourteen years ago...and there was a more than respectable bulge going on...geez louise...

Kyle looked from the confusion etched on his father's face, to the complete and utter silence on Michael's...before he decided to take it upon himself...

"Dad, it was awesome! You should have seen Mister Michael! Those big bullies were after me again, but Mister Michael let them have it!"

Gavin's eyes wandered carefully from his son, towards his boss, with Michael suddenly regaining control over his limbs...holding up his hands in utter peace.

"I didn't do much...he's totally exaggerating...I just gave them a good talking to..." "...and he grabbed Tyron by his jacket and forced him to say sorry!" Michael grunted in response.

"Geez Gavin, your son can teach me a few things about lying! It wasn't that bad, really..."

A smile was slowly pulling at the corners of Gavin's mouth, before he swallowed it and looked sternly at his son.

"Kyle, was Tyron Minords picking on you again?" Kyle nodded slowly, before seemingly looking towards Michael to some support.

 "Go and get busy with your homework, buddy, okay? I'll be there in a minute." Kyle nodded, and once more turned towards Michael...the admiration and the happiness on his pre-teen face clear for everyone to see.

"Thanks, Mister Michael! You are fucking ace!" he said...Michael grimacing at his language, but the kid disappeared to the inside of the caravan before his father could reprimand him.

"Dude...I'm so sorry...I swore by accident at those kids and now it seemed he had learned it..." Michael protested, but Gavin kept on smiling.

"No sweat, Sir. You should hear the lot that lives around here. They don't give a shit that there are school kids surrounding them. Anyway...it sounds like you were there for Kyle when he needed you...thanks. I mean that. Thank you."

Michael blushed and placed his hands inside the pockets of his jeans. He looked up at Gavin's beautiful...handsome face. His heart was suddenly beating faster than usual, and it felt as if the blood was suddenly rushing to his cock, the moment that he did.

This man...holy fucking fuck, he was perfect. In every way. Knowing this was it...knowing he now had to obviously say goodbye, and only see Gavin again when he came to clean his pool, depressed him like nothing ever did before. Why did it hurt to bad...he had no idea.

No...hell no...he wasn't ready to go home from this...he wasn't ready to say goodbye just yet...his eyes sparkled as he stared into Gavin's eyes, before he cleared his throat.

"Hey, what say I take you and Kyle out for dinner? Nothing fancy, just the local Burger King? Would that be too weird?"

Gavin snickered, looked around towards the caravan, and rolled his eyes.

"Mister..."

"Dude, I told you before, my name is Michael."

Gavin's smile got even bigger. His eyes were full of the old mischief that Michael by now, so enormously recognised, but this afternoon, it was evident more than ever.

"Michael...I...I don't wanna sound like a cheap skate, but I don't really have money for takeout right now..."

Michael smirked right back.

"Did I tell you to pay? I asked you to and Kyle to join me for dinner."

Kyle shook his head, and you could eat shit off his grin, so badly he wanted to laugh out loud.

"You're a fucking asshole, you know that?" he whispered, his eyes warm and full of fun.

Michael smiled back...they matched each other completely and perfectly.

"I know. I'm the fucking biggest asshole you'll ever meet. Go on, go and get Kyle. I'll wait by the car."

For a moment, Gavin looked serious, and he once more took a good at his clothes, before he nodded, and called on Kyle that they were going out for dinner.

Michael blew out some air...what just happened? Why wasn't he ready to go home? Why didn't wanna leave?

Deep down he knew the answer...and it terrified him. To his very core.

**

 After a wonderful dinner, in which not only had Michael treated both Gavin and Kyle to a massive Whopper, fries and a drink, but also some dessert, led both of the men looking down smilingly at a sleeping Kyle, who had nodded off somewhere on the way driving back to the caravan park from Burger King.

Michael parked in front of their caravan, before getting out, kind of wanting to open the passenger side for Gavin, but he was already outside...opening up the back door slowly as not to wake him, and carrying a sleeping Kyle out, before he signaled to Michael...

"My keys are in the pockets of my jeans...would you?"

"Sure, man."

Michael reached into Gavin's jeans, and retrieved said keys, but not before he felt the warmth of the man next to him...and he could have sworn that Gavin shuddered the moment that his fingers touched his skin. Walking over towards the caravan, he solemnly and quietly unlocked the door, before Gavin whispered his thanks, and went in...and Michael could feel his heart melting as he saw how softly and carefully Gavin placed Kyle on his bed, before giving him a kiss on the forehead.

Michael retreated backwards as he saw Gavin was coming out, before he joined his boss outside.

"I dunno...I don't know how to thank you. This was Kyle's first ever time inside a Burger King. Words can't describe...fuck...I didn't mean to become all cry baby here..." Gavin said, as he choked back some pent-up emotion.

Michael's own emotions was on breaking point already after all this time, and he stood closer to Gavin, and before he actually himself knew what he was doing, he proceeded to place his arm around the smaller man.

"Hey...sometimes we all just need a little help, right?" he said softly, before he felt Gavin nodding against him.

"Michael, dude...if you knew me...no, really knew me, you wouldn't say that..." Michael blinked...stay strong...don't let him know who you really are...

"That's the bloody second time you've said that...what's going on? You seem like such a decent guy to me...you take good care of your son, you do the best you can under circumstances..."

Gavin slightly pulled away from Michael, before he stood to one side, looking upwards at the moon, shining all its holy light on the area of the caravan park, and then he sighed.

"Dude...back then...when I was Kyle's age...I was a real bastard. I was a jerk! I keep thinking over and over about it these days as he gets older and now seeing how my own son is getting fucking bullied..." Gavin breathed once more...before he rubbed his arms together as if he was getting cold, when in reality, it was humid as fuck outside. He shook his head, as if he was having a painful memory, before he spoke once more...

"There was this little guy...back when I was in school, and for the life of me, I can't remember his name now...Mickey...Mike...Mikey! Yes, that's it, Mikey. Oh, Michael...I made his life a total fucking hell. Looking back...you ever wonder why Kyle and I live alone, without his mother?"

Michael swallowed...happy as fuck that the darkness of the night, was hiding the worry on his face, that Gavin might actually start to recognise him...this was getting way too insane...way to intense and strange.

"No, should I be wondering that?" he asked as innocently as he could.

Gavin turned around, and Michael was just in time to see a lone tear rolling down his left cheek. His chest was slightly heaving, before he cleared his throat.

"She...Kyle's mom...she died during childbirth. If it wasn't for me...getting her pregnant, she would still be here. And Michael...I can't forget that! Never! I can't forgive myself ever! That's why, I'm working my ass off, taking any job I can get, to care for my son. I can't let him down...he's all I've got!" Gavin literally croaked out the last bit of his sentence, his voice threatening to completely disintegrate.

As if in a dream...it surely felt that way...Michael's body was seemingly moving on its own...he literally had no control. As he reached where Gavin was standing, he turned the man towards him...they were now staring each other straight in the eye. Michael licked his lips...he saw a fire inside Gavin's eyes that he didn't recognise...

"That's not true. You've...you've got me. Do you hear me? You've got me!" Michael whispered hoarsely, his hands now holding Gavin's arms tightly as he said so. Gavin blinked, and another tear rolled down his cheeks before he could stop it.

"I'm total scum..." he whispered... Michael had enough.

More than enough.

With a swift movement, he pinned Gavin against the caravan, much like the dream he had a couple of nights prior...the sparks between them could rival that inside a fucking generator. "You're beautiful...so beautiful..." Michael murmured...reaching up with his right hand and slowly caressing the side of Gavin's face.

Gavin smiled slightly...before he nudged his nose against Michael's.

"When last did you look in a mirror?" he said softly.

Michael leaned forward and suddenly the inevitable happened...he kissed Gavin.

He couldn't stop...he wouldn't stop...there was this...call it crazy but there was this BOND between them that was so strong and so powerful that it DWARFED what happened between them yonks ago. Michael deepened the kiss as he heard Gavin softly groan, before the latter pulled Michael towards him even more.

Finally, after what felt like fucking ages, when in reality it was only a sheer couple of seconds, both pulled away...and saw the admiration for the other, reflected in their eyes.

"I... I really gotta go..." Michael said, his thumb making gentle circles around Gavin's cheek.

"I... okay, then. I'll see you soon?" Gavin asked, his eyes full of hope and perhaps...even more. 

Michael leaned down without even thinking, closed the small gap between them and kissed Gavin one last time. When he pulled away, he saw the latter's eyes were closed...he was savoring every moment.

"I promise," Michael said...

...and the smile on Gavin's face, made all of this, absolutely worthwhile.