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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
- 3-Ch 3
- 4-Ch 4
- 5-Ch 5
- 6-ch 6
- 7-ch 7
- 6
- 7
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The day dragged on without Jonathan by my side. I missed him already. I tried hard to ignore the snide comments towards me about how Jon had turned me gay. If they only knew. I had known I was bisexual since junior high. I just now decided to act on it. I had been given a reason. I was trying really hard to not let everyone else get to me. They didn’t really know me, they just thought they did. At least my size worked to my advantage, nobody tried to throw anything at me.

I sighed, just wanting to take Jonathan home with me and curl up next to him in bed. He felt so good to sleep next to. I knew that would have to wait a while though; I had baseball practice and he had to work again. I couldn’t even take him to work because of practice.

I emerged from the locker room shower exhausted. I had shrugged off a lot of comments the whole day. I don’t know how Jonathan deals with it, I thought. Some of the guys were afraid to shower with me too. As I was pulling on my boxers, I heard Chris Green’s voice.

“I’m surprised you even had the nerve to show up, Watson. I figured you and your boyfriend would be dress shopping together.”

I turned around. Chris and half the team were standing there. I toughed up quickly.

“You know, for someone who claims to like girls, you sure are hung up on what Jon and I do.” It felt good to say that. Jon would be proud, I thought and made a mental note to tell him.

“That’s enough of you calling me a fag, Watson.” He got very close to me.

“You’re a bit close to me, Chris.”

“What are you gonna do about it, FAG!” He shoved me. Now I was pissed. I shoved him back. He punched me and I got him in a headlock.

“HEY! C’mon, help me!” He called to his henchmen. Couldn’t even fight for himself. Next thing I knew, half the baseball team had ganged up on me. I was defenseless. Now I really knew how Jonathan felt. My efforts to get up were in vain. Finally they all walked out, laughing, proud of themselves. I laid on the cold concrete floor, blood once again dripping from my lip. My eye was swollen and my sides were going to be bruised. Worst of all, I wouldn’t see Jonathan tonight. I finally got to my feet, fighting with all my strength not to cry until I reached my car. I finished getting dressed and walked out. I truly hated them now and couldn’t understand why I had ever cared what they thought. Not anymore, I thought, I don’t care anymore. They were never my real friends anyway. Jon was.

I tried to creep in the house without my parents hearing me. They were both home, and so was my brother, on a surprise visit. He was here for the night and would be leaving in the morning. We were going to have a nice family meal to celebrate my wonderful brother. Mom had bought all the provisions to prepare HIS favorite food. I was beginning to wonder if they were even going to say anything about my face. My mom noticed.

“Sam…your face…what…” she looked upset.

“It’s fine, Mom. I got in a fight.”

“Well, I hope you didn’t lose.” My dad, always pushing me to “be a man”.

“That’s a nasty black eye,” my brother Jeff added his two cents.

“I’m FINE! You know, why don’t y’all just eat without me, I’ll be in my room.”

“Your brother is here for one night, Samuel! Show some consideration.” My dad snapped.

I reluctantly went. The conversation at dinner consisted of my brother’s latest accomplishments. He was going to graduate with honors. I knew I should be happy for him, but I felt like a loser. Dad abruptly changed the conversation.

“Sam, your mother tells me that you have a new friend. Says he’s strange-looking.”

“That’s Jonathan, Dad,” I said dryly.

“Why are you hanging out with someone like him?”

“Now hold on,” my mom tried to jump in, “I told you he seemed like a nice boy.”

“The way you described him, he sounds like a flaming queer.”

“He’s my friend,” I defended him.

“You don’t need friends like THAT. You better be careful, boy. You are in good social standingschoschool and the teachers like you. Don’t screw it up. And you damn sure don’t want to get AIDS.”

“Jonathan does NOT have AIDS. And for everyone’s information, he’s the only one who I consider a real friend,” the more I talked, the angrier I became. I slammed down my fork. I didn’t feel like finishing. I was on a roll and I wasn’t stopping. “Oh and Dad? I got in a fight with some guys from baseball. They kicked my ass in fact, are you happy? They kicked my ass because I’m friends with someone THEY don’t accept and you know something, YOU are NO BETTER THAN THEM!”

I stormed out of the dining room. I shut the door to my bedroom hard. I burst into tears, like the wimp that I knew I really was. Why couldn’t my dad just understand? Why did I HAVE to be a “jock”? Why did that measure how much of a man I was? What did that have to do with it? About ten minutes later, my door opened. It was my mom. She came in and sat down on my bed.

“Sam, you really hurt your father…” she began.

“I hurt HIM?! I HURT HIM?! The man doesn’t get hurt, Mom! Real men don’t get hurt! And I guess that means I’m not one in his eyes.”

“Sam, listen…it’s your decision who you want to be friends with. He seems like a nice boy…he’s just different…your father is just not used to that.”

“He is nice…and he’s probably the best friend I’ve ever had.” I looked right into her eyes. I wanted to tell her that I loved him, that he was my boyfriend. I just couldn’t do that. I. I had already rocked the boat enough tonight. In good time, I would. I had to take things one step at a time. Standing up to my fellow athletes was the first.

“I believe you, Sam…but your dad is a different story. He may take some convincing. I will TRY and talk to him, but sometime, you really need to try. Stand up for yourself, son. Get some rest. Good night.”

I sat up and hugged her. She hugged back.

“I love you, Mom.”

“I love you too. Your father does too. He’s just…your father.” I nodded. I didn’t understand it, but I wanted to be left alone. She gently shut the door and left me to cry myself to sleep. I just wanted to be with Jonathan. I wanted to lay next to him and hold him.

The next morning I pulled up in front of his house as he was walking out.

“Well, come on!” I smiled at him. He smiled and got in. The smile on his face faded when he looked at my face. I looked away, uneasy.

“What now?” He sounded alarmed.

I sighed. “Chris and his buddies. In the locker room. I think I’m done with sports. I’m definitely done with those guys.”

“Don’t give up what you love, especially because of them.”

“My dad loves it, not me. I got into it with him.”

“About the fight?”

“Yeah…something along those lines…my brother dropped in last night too. Showed me up as always.”

“You’re not him Sam…you have to understand that.”

“I’m trying, Jon. I really am…” he knew I wasn’t just talking about my family.

“I know.” He patted my leg. I took his hand and kissed it. I was so glad to see him. I told him. He squeezed my hand. I drove us to school.

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I felt like I was really worth something. Sam was good at making me feel that way. I hoped he felt the same about me. We walked into school together. That day we spent every spare second together and Sam really didn’t seem to care what people said about us. I told him to do it for himself and not just for me. We ended up at his place after school. Both his parents were still at work.

We began a hot and heavy make out when we both heard the back door. We quickly pulled away from each other and his mom’s cheerful voice rang out. She came into the living room, a smile lighting up her pretty face.

“Hey, honey! Oh…hi, Jonathan.”

“Hello…nice to see you again.”

She smiled. Sam had her smile. And her eyes. “I’m cooking dinner again, Jonathan, would you like to join us, sweetie?”

“Oh…sure…thanks.”

“Okay…I’ll get started. Dad will be home soon.”

Sam and I looked at each other and smiled. I knew it wasn’t easy for him to tell his parents. I knew it would take time. I was just happy that he was introducing me as his friend to them. I don’t think he would have done that before. Dinner was almost ready when Sam’s father came in. Sam stood up nervously. He really seemed to be afraid of his father. His dad was bigger than him, but they had the same large frame.

“Dad…this is my friend Jonathan.” I stood up and shook his large hand.

“Hello, Sir.”

“Nice to meet you, Jonathan.” I wasn’t sure how to interpret the look he was giving me. It looked like he really didn’t know what to think of me. Suddenly it hit me, I almost laughed out loud. I was “meeting his parents”. mom mom called us all to the table. I hadn’t eaten a meal like this in a long time. It was nice.

“So Jonathan, do you play baseball?” His dad asked me. I’m sure he already knew the answer.

“No, sir, I’m in the pipe band.”

“Oh, musical talent.” He nodded.

“Yeah, he’s the best one they have,” Sam put in.

“Oh! Would you play for us sometime, Jonathan?” His mom asked.

“Sure…”

“So where did you learn to play?” His mom seemed interested.

“My grandmother is Scottish, she taught me.”

“My parents are from Scotland,” she replied. “My dad plays the pipes.”

I smiled at her. “Cool. Yeah, I used spend a lot of time at my grandmother’s and she taught me when I was a kid.”

She smiled back. What a pretty woman, I thought. I felt like I had a small crush on her too. She was so nice and cute. She asked if I only played the pipes. I told her I had been playing drums since I was a kid. She commented that I seemed to be very musically talented. After dinner, I offered to help her clean, she said she would do it. Her and Sam’s dad informed us that they were going to a movie. She kissed Sam goodnight and patted my back and told me I was welcome any time. I hugged her and thanked her. They left. Sam was smiling at me.

“What?” I laughed.

“Don’t be hitting on my mom.” He laughed.

“Oh, I’m not. She is very sweet, though you’re lucky.”

“I’m lucky I have you.” He put his arm around me. We picked up where we left off earlier. Suddenly Sam stopped. He wanted to go to his room.

We fell together on the bed, kissing heavily. Sam caught his breath and pulled me close, his mouth close to my ear.

“I want you inside me, Jon.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah…just…be careful.” Sam and I enjoyed undressing each other. He rested against his pillows and relaxed as much as possible. I carefully lubed up my fingers. I found the small opening and rubbed around it for a few seconds, trying to be as gentle as possible, knowing that it was possible he could stop me, especially knowing about his past. Having gone through a similar event, I understood. Finally I gently pushed a finger into him. I felt him tighten up for a second, but soon relaxed. He allowed me to enter a second finger and push inside and out before telling me he was ready.

I made sure I used more than enough of the lotion. The more the better. He turned around and put his hands on his headboard. I started by entering him very slowly and carefully, allowing him to back into me more than I was pushing into him. I felt a wave of pleasure as his tightness enclosed around my throbbing erection. Once I was well inside him, I gently backed up and slowly pushed back in, going a little bit deeper. It took us a few minutes before Sam really got used to it and I was able to pick up a steady pace. He soon allowed me to hold him by the hips and really thrust in and out of him. Soon, I noticed we were going at it quite roughly and Sam was really getting into it. I growled with pleasure.

“Oh, Jon, I love it when you growl like that.”

I reached down and started to stroke him off. I moaned, groaned and growled without inhibition as I fucked Sam. He gasped and moaned and we both did some dirty talk here and there. I couldn’t hold it anymore.

“Sam…”

“Do it! Cum in my ass, Jon. Will you?”

“Yeah, baby, I’m gonna cum deep inside you.” I pumped harder and Sam cried out as he came, grabbing a pillow case so it didn’t get on the bed. My cock exploded into him. I carefully pulled out of him. I fell on top of him and rolled off him so I lay next to him. I caught my breath. I realized that I hadn’t even fucked a girl yet and I had just fucked a guy. I knew I was very attracted to women, but this felt good too. I really cared about Sam. He laid next to me and looked into my face. He put his hand on my jaw and rubbed my cheek with his thumb.

“Jon…”

“Yeah?” I whispered.

“I…I love you.” A great wave of delight rushed over me. He was serious.

“Thank you, Sam…you beat me to it,” I smiled. “I love YOU.” He smiled with satisfaction and pressed his lips against mine for a long kiss.

“Will you stay here again? I’ll wash your back in the morning.” He laughed.

I laughed too. “Yeah, I would love to.”

We laid in bed and talked and held each other before we fell asleep.

The next morning, we woke up and showered. His parents didn’t seem to notice that I had spent the night. Before school, Sam drove me by my house so I could change clothes. My dad and stepmom weren’t home, she must have gone to my dad’s work with him, not wanting to let him out of her sight, maintaining her grip on him. I hoped that someday my dad would see her for who she really was. I met Alyssa in the hallway.

“Where have you been?”

“At Sam’s.” I smiled, pulling on my shirt before heading out the door.

“I want to meet him.” She smiled mischievously.

“You will, see ya.” I kissed her cheek and ran out to Sam’s car. He drove us to school and we got out of the car. Sam looked at me before we walked in. I smiled at him. He smiled too took my hand. We walked in.
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