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Let Me Touch You	By : ElizabethAshbury Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Korn Views: 4011 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Korn. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Ch 1
- 2-Ch 2
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- 5-Ch 5
- 6-ch 6
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I couldn’t believe I was kissing him. It didn’t feel as weird as I thought it would. I was careful not to hurt his lip at first. I pulled away.

“Your lip.”

“My lip is fine.” He leaned in again and kissed me harder, this time parting my lips with his tongue. I felt it enter my mouth and I caressed his tongue with mine. Sam wrapped both his big arms around me and held me tight, pulling me close to him.

He began to lean forward with his body and I fell back slowly until my back was against the leather couch and Sam, though as tall as I was but with a bigger frame, was on top of me. We made out for what seemed like a long time. I ran my fingers through his light brown hair. It was soft. His facial hair, which was just a “five o’clock shadow” scratched my face. Then, I felt his erection grind into my leg and was reminded that I was kissing a guy. I didn’t care. It felt good, like the embrace yesterday. He made me feel like someone cared about me.

I ignored the voices in my head that were telling me I was living up to my reputation. He broke the kiss and his lips found their way to my neck. His hand went to my hair again. The other was in my shirt. I knew my own stiffness was touching him too. I sighed and groaned softly as he kissed my neck.

“Let’s go to my room,” he said as though he were out of breath. He eased up off me and pulled me to my feet. I took his hand and followed him in there. He shut the door. He pulled me close for a long deep kiss. He guided me to back up until I fell back onto his bed where he laid next to me. I tensed up a lot when he started to reach down my pants. I didn’t know why at first, but I quickly remembered. I was a little kid then, I told myself. I’m grown now, sort of. I stopped him anyway.

“Sam,” I sat up and took his hand. He sat up, looking concerned and somewhat hurt. “Listen, I need to tell you something…” Now he looked scared. I continued, trying to get right to the po

“Listen, this is a little hard for me because when I was a kid…well,” I sighed deeply.

“Go on…” he encouraged.

“Okay…here it is…I was sexually abused when I was little…I don’t want to go into detail about it, but this is a little hard for me. I just thought I would let you know, because it’s definitely not you. I like you, Sam. But, I’ve never been with a guy and for some reason, this is starting to bring back those memories.”

“So, do you want to stop?”

“Let’s just slow it down, okay?”

“But wait, didn’t you tell your parents? Is this person in jail?”

“I DID tell them Sam, they thought I made it up. That I was exaggerating.”

He could tell that I didn’t want to talk about it. I told him the important part and he understood that. I was not at all prepared for what came next. Suddenly Sam burst into tears. He started crying hard and couldn’t stop.

“Sam?” I put my hand on his back. He continued to cry. I put my arm around him. He leaned his head on my shoulder. I held him until he could compose himself. When he did, he sat up.

“Jonathan…” he sighed heavily, “I wasn’t even going to tell you, but…I understand how you feel more than you know.”

“What are you getting at?”

“I…when I was ten…” he sighed again, “it happened to me too, Jon. I know you don’t want to go into detail, but I do because I have never told ANYONE. When I was in fourth grade, I had this Sunday School teacher. He used to invite all the kids over to his house to swim, sometimes other kids’ parents would be there. One time I went over there and after all the kids had left, he took me into his bedroom and…I don’t even want to say it…”

“Then don’t say it.” I assured him.

“No…I need to talk about it…he started…touching me. He told me if I told anyone then God would be mad at me. That my parents wouldn’t understand. I told my mom I didn’t want to go to Sunday School anymore and she asked why and I couldn’t tell her. I told her some kid was picking on me, and she kind of blew it off. Then, I was in Sunday School and he waited until everyone had left again, he shut the door and…he held me down…pulled off my pants and…raped me.” He struggled to tell me the last part.

He sobbed harder again and I wasn’t sure if he wanted me to hug him or not. I patted his back and he threw his arms around me. I put my arms around him protectively. I hadn’t been in the position of comforting someone very often. I wasn’t sure what to do or say. I really hadn’t known a lot of comfort in my life. It felt like the blind leading the blind.

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I fell sobbing into Jonathan’s arms again. I hadn’t cried like that in front of another human being in a long time. I had always been expected to be the tough guy. I was sick of it and I knew Jon would understand. Finally I composed myself.

“I’m sorry Jon.”

“Don’t be, you’re not the one who should be sorry. That fucker that did that to you should be.” He said insistently.

I knew he was right. That memory had haunted me my whole life. It took me a long time to realize that he was the one with the problem, not me. I never told anyone until now, though. I was ashamed before. When Jonathan told me about his experience I knew I was probably in safe company. He was the only other person I knew of that had ever been sexually abused. Sure, I had seen stuff about it on TV, read about it, but it almost was always little girls, it just didn’t seem to happen to boys. I felt like it made me less of a man. I kept it a secret because I was afraid of what people would think of me.

“If you hadn’t told me, you might have never known.”

“I’m glad you told me…you needed to tell someone.”

“Thanks…” I pulled him into my arms and held on to him tight. We stayed in a tight, comfortable embrace for a few minutes. We both needed it. Finally I pulled back and looked at Jonathan’s beautiful face. I pushed a dreadlock away from it and kissed his forehead. I told him I was glad he came over, that he was here.

I laid back against my pillows and motioned for Jon to come lay next to me. He looked shy at first, but then crawled over. He kicked his shoes off the bed and put his head on my chest. I told him that tomorrow I was changing my seat in class. He nodded. Jonathan let me drive him home and kiss him goodnight. I was really beginning to develop strong feelings for him.

Monday morning I came into class a little early. I sat down at the desk next to where I knew Jonathan would be sitting. He came in early that morning too. He smiled and sat in his usual seat.

“I told you I would change seats.” I playfully messed his hair. He smiled wide.

Other students began coming in. I was getting some strange looks already. I tensed up inside, knowing I was being judged. I stayed next to Jon though. Somehow, he made me feel safe. Carson and his crew made their grand entrance. He was the first one to see me.

“AWWWW!” He said very loudly, his exclamation dripping with sarcasm. “Look at the two lovebirds Chris!”

“Aw, ain’t that cute,” he said dryly.

“Holy shit, Sam,” said Holly. “I had hoped that was just a rumor.”

Jon looked unfazed. I tried to look the same way.

“So which one of you takes it in the ass…or do you take turns?” Carson smirked.

“Fuck you.” I replied.

“No, you tell your boyfriend that.” He pointed at Jonathan. Chris and Holly laughed. “So is it official Sam? Are you two, you know…a thing?”

“You would like to know wouldn’t you, faggot?” Jonathan spoke up.

“I know you just didn’t call ME a faggot you little queer.” Carson stood. All six feet of Jonathan stood too. They approached each other.

“You gonna step up to me, faggot?” Carson challenged him. He shoved Jon to provoke him. Jonathan shoved harder, sending Carson back a few feet. I was impressed. I could feel his adrenaline, it was pumping hard through him. As thin as he was, he was strong right now and Carson had no i

“Oh you wanna go, don’t you, you little fairy!” He lunged at Jon who delivered a punch to his face. I almost laughed when Carson grabbed Jon’s hair like a little girl would do. Jon clawed at him like a caged tiger, scratching his face. Carson threw a punch at him. Jon was hurt, but kept going he grabbed Carson’s hair and kicked and punched him with all his strength. The room was getting noisy. Mr. Stanfield’s voice boomed.

“ENOUGH! BACK TO YOUR SEATS!”

He pulled the two guys apart. Carson’s face was scratched all to hell. Mr. Stanfield saw it.

“Mr. Davis, is this your work?”

“Damn right it is…” he looked loathingly at Carson.

“Okay…go home. You’re suspended for the day, Mr. Davis.”

“What about HIM?”

“I saw YOU punching him, not to mention his face! Get out of here Davis.”

“This is bullshit,” he said under his breath, but everyone heard anyway. I was mad now. He wasn’t going to do a damn thing to Carson.

“Excuse me, SIR!” I stood up. “Carson started with us, I mean him…it wasn’t just Jonathan.”

“Aw, stick up for your little boyfriend,” Chris taunted.

“FUCK YOU GREEN!” I screamed at him.

“MR. WATSON! SIT DOWN!”

I sat down with utter disgust. I glared at Stanfield. I hated him and Carson.

Jon snatched up his things and whispered, “bye” to me. After he left, I got up too. Ms. Moore hadn’t come in yet. I guessed she was running late. I heard laughs and taunts about me chasing my boyfriend when I was walking out. Wow, I thought, and Jon hears this everyday. I slammed the door and kept going. I didn’t stop until I reached my car. I got in and spotted Jonathan in his jeans, chain wallet and white T-Shirt with a black-long sleeved shirt under it. I pulled up next to him.

“Get in.”
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