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  He smiled, “I will in a second,” he whispered, “but can I kiss you first?”

  I nodded. “You know me so well.” I grinned. I loved tasting myself on his tongue.

  He crawled up the bed and hooked my legs over his shoulders. He lined his cock up against my hole and pushed himself right inside me in one fluid movement. “Christ!” he gasped, “You feel fucking perfect.”

  I nodded. His cock was big and thick and meaty and he filled me completely. “You feel perfect too,” I groaned, “now move.”

  He slid back out and then pushed himself back in to the max. We both watched as he continued to slide all the way out and then all the way back in, over and over until he was coming.

  My cock had been pretty soft when he started, but now it was standing on end again. I reached down and started to work it in time with his thrusts, “Oh, God!” he yelled, “Can I come inside you?”

  I shook my head, “I want it all over me.” I said, “Pull out and come on me.”

  He nodded, gritting his teeth he continued to slam into me until he knew he was about to explode. He pulled out just in time, spilling come all over my hole with his first pump. He held his cock and aimed at my chest for the second one.

  “In my mouth.” I demanded. He leaned up and the third pump of his orgasm landed across my face. “Good boy.” I murmured as I licked my lips, “Now kiss me again.”

  He grinned and collapsed on top of me, smearing us both with his hot seed, “Fuck, that was amazing.” He whispered as his lips met mine.

  Chapter 20 – Dad...

  Buzz

  I blinked in the morning sunshine coming in through the window. My phone was ringing. I turned over and glanced at the clock. It was after ten in the morning, which some would think late to be waking up – but not everyone worked every night until around four am...

  I really need to get some curtains, I thought as I reached for the phone – particularly if Franz was going to become a permanent fixture in my life, which, I was happy to say, he was fast becoming.

  The windows in my flat were large and I didn’t really fancy some voyeur from across the street watching us... I looked at the screen. Simon? What the hell did he want at this hour?

  “Hey, bro’,” I said sleepily, “Whassup?”

  “I’m really sorry to disturb you, Buzz, but it’s Dad.” His worried voice came through the receiver, “He’s been rushed into hospital.”

  I frowned, sitting up. I knew Simon had been telling me he wasn’t too well for a few months but this sounded pretty serious. “Why? What’s happened? What’s the matter with him.” I should have gone when he asked me to go round. I was a terrible person. Selfish. I’d spent that afternoon having the best sex of my life with Franz instead...

  Simon sighed, “He’s been suffering with some sort of blood disorder...”

  My heart dropped. My post orgasmic glow from an early hours blowjob was fading fast at Simon’s words. My blood ran cold. I might not like my dad very much, but I certainly didn’t want anything bad to happen to him. “What sort of blood disorder?” I asked, sitting up and shuffling away as carefully as I could so I didn’t disturb Franz who had fallen back to sleep, still with his head in my lap, “What’s the matter with him?”

  There was a pause. Simon was clearly trying his best to play down the fact that there was something really badly wrong with my dad and he’d failed to keep me properly informed. “They’ve described it as a serious blood disorder but the upshot is that he needs a bone marrow transplant. We’ve been looking for a match – neither Mum, Darcy or I are of any use to him...”

  My heart lurched. They’d all been tested and they hadn’t invited me to be tested with them? I was the likeliest fucking match, too, since I was his actual blood-related son... “How long?” I growled. “For how long have you all known about this?” And not told me...?

  “Couple of months.” Simon mumbled, clearly getting uncomfortable with the way the conversation was turning.

  “Months?” I squawked, waking Franz, who had, up to now, been peacefully sleeping, “You’ve been looking for a match for months but it’s only occurred to you now that he’s been taken in the hospital to contact me? I’m probably one of the likeliest matches? Are you all fucking stupid?”

  Franz put a soothing hand on my arm and squeezed, which was the only thing that stopped me from blasting Simon with every expletive and nasty comment I could come up with.

  Simon sighed, “We did try to tell him that, you know.” He said quietly, “But you know what he’s like...”

  Icy coldness flooded my stomach, seeping into every cell of my body as the realisation of my father’s utter hatred of me started to dawn on me. “Oh, my God.” I murmured, “He won’t accept my help because I’m gay – even though he was happy for you to try.” But I thought that it might be more than that, too. I thought that it was because of his sister. My Aunt Susan. He blamed her leaving on me. Said it was that she couldn’t stand being in the same house as me for my unnaturalness. Even just thinking about her made my skin crawl and I still felt a little guilty that we’d never reported her to the authorities. She could have been feeling up kids for years since...

  She’d groomed me very subtly for at least a year before she made her move on me, effectively ruining my life. Well, let’s not get too dramatic about it – she ruined it for a relatively short time and my life was great now – and getting better all of the time since I’d met Franz.

  Susan was – is – Dad’s youngest sister. I was fourteen when she first started to take an unhealthy interest in me but it was only when I turned sixteen – legal in her mind, I guess – that she really turned up the heat and started to back me up into a corner and forcing my hand to reveal my true sexuality. I wasn’t ready to come out but, on reflection, it was a whole lot better than being sexually harassed...

  “Hey, Barney.”

  I’d been known as Barney at home forever. I’d only been known as Buzz since I went to uni and one of by housemates called me Buzz because of my haircut. Anyway, I digress... I was in the garage – I wasn’t exactly hiding from her but it would be fair to say that I was avoiding her. She’d been creeping me out a little recently, stroking my leg, holding my hand longer than was ever necessary and she was just always touching me – little things like that.

  I’d convinced myself that I was imagining it for so long but that day there really wasn’t any getting away from it – she was definitely trying to start something with me and I was totally freaked out. I jumped a mile and backed away from her, “Oh, uh, h-hello, Aunt Susan.”

  “Susie,” she whispered, stroking my arm and rubbing up against me, totally freaking me out and making me feel dirty, “I’ve told you to call me Susie.”

  I stiffened, “Please. Don’t touch me.” I said, “I’m not...” I swallowed, terrified to admit that I wasn’t into women but even more terrified of being found out. I had to stop her though. This was so wrong of her. I was only a kid of sixteen – she was a woman of twenty-six. What the hell was wrong with her?

  “You’re just scared.” She crooned, stroking the back of my neck and making me shiver with revulsion, “I know that... But I’ll teach you everything you need to know.”

  I shook my head. She really didn’t get it, did she? I had absolutely no desire whatsoever to learn anything about her body. I was all about men and their bodies. I loved looking at pictures of naked men. I loved Tumblr and the short gifs of men having sex with men. I wasn’t into girls at all. Women did absolutely nothing for me, “It’s not that...” Fuck it all to hell, I had to come out... I had to...

  “Oh, baby.” She squeezed my shoulders and pushed her body up against me, repulsing me to the point of wanting to vomit, “Relax. I’ll explain everything to the family.”

  Holy fuck. My dad was going to fucking kill me either way. “No! Stop it!” I shouted, “I’m gay!” There. I’d said it.

  She froze. “What?” she asked sharply.

  I nodded, gasping for breath. I was so scared of the can of worms I’d been forced to open. “I’m gay.” I said, “I like men. I’m into guys, Aunt Susan. Guys turn me on. Girls just... don’t.”

  She narrowed her eyes at me. “Does your father know about this?”

  I shook my head, “Uh, no. I haven’t gotten around to telling him yet.” I admitted.

  She nodded, her eyes narrowing maliciously, “I think it’s time you did – you’ve got until eight o’clock tonight or I’m telling him that you tried to rape me.” She turned on her heel and marched into the house.

  My blood ran cold. The crazy bitch. I should have gone in there, there and then and told him the truth about his sister. I should have done a lot of things differently but I was only sixteen and she’d scared the crap out of me with her threats. I crept into the house and up to my room. What the fuck was I going to do? Well, there was only one thing to do – I had to tell Dad what I was – surely he’d think it was better that I was gay than a rapist...

  At ten minutes to eight, I totally bottled it and I went down to find Dad.

  “Dad?”

  He looked up at me and grinned, “Hi, sport.” He beamed at me, “I was wondering where you’d been all day – what’s up?”

  I felt my throat closing up. It was difficult to even breathe. “I need to talk to you about something.” I gasped.

  He frowned, “What’s the matter?” he asked, full of concern. “Are you falling behind on your studies or something?”

  If only it was that easy... Yes, I was – because I was dyslexic and hated school but I had minutes left to save myself from my crazy aunt... “I’m gay.” I whispered, “I like boys, Dad.”

  Dad stared at me as if he’d never seen me before in his life, “Get. Out.” He growle
d, “I will not tolerate that sort of thing under my roof.”

  I wondered afterwards if he’d have preferred to hear that I’d sexually harassed his younger sister but it was all water under the bridge these days. I had no clue what ever happened to Aunt Susan – not that I really cared either way. I wondered if she would have gone ahead with her threats if I hadn’t have spoken out. Simon had never mentioned her since I left and I wasn’t about to ask after her – as far as I was concerned I never wanted to see or hear from her ever again.

  What hurt the most about the whole sorry affair was that Dad had gone on to do a complete about turn when Simon came out.

  Simon was far less shy than I was and had boldly just turned up with a boyfriend in tow – not nine months after I was kicked out – and yet, as far as I could tell, he’d been welcomed with open arms.

  The bastard. That really had got to me. Dad had accepting Simon for what he was, but not me. I guess that was the difference between me being his biological son and Simon belonging to his wife. It was okay if her kid wasn’t perfect... Anger started to overcome my shock, “Seriously, Simon – what’s the fucking point of me coming to see him at all?” My heart was heavy in my chest. After all this time he still hated me just because I was gay. It was pathetic, sure – but it was also heart breaking for me. He’d been my hero growing up. It was absolutely devastating being kicked out. I went back numerous times, trying to reason with him until he finally roared at me – in front of all the neighbours – that he never wanted to see me again. And that was the last time I ever saw him.

  And now he needed me for a bone marrow transplant. Well, I guess I had a choice. I could let him die for his ignorance and prejudice against me... Or I could be the better man between us and take a blood test and save his sorry life. Really it was a total no-brainer – of course I was going to help. “Which hospital is he at?” I asked with a massive sigh.

  “The city hospital on the ring road.”

  I nodded, rubbing my eyes. “I’ll meet you there. What time do you want us to go?”

  I could hear the smile in my brother’s voice as he replied, “Can you meet me there this afternoon at three pm? The doctor said he’d be free around that time to meet you and they can arrange the blood test. You won’t regret this, Buzz.”

  “Hmm,” I mused. I wasn’t all that sure. I could see this being just another hiding to nothing, “Well, I guess we’ll see.” I said.

  There was a pause and then Simon spoke so softly I could have missed it, “You’re so brave, Barney. I love you bro’.”

  Franz looked at me with a bit of a puzzled frown. “Are you okay?” he asked.

  I nodded, “I will be.” I said, “That was my brother. I uh, I need to help my family – I can’t let my dad down – even if he is a total nob.”

  Franz smiled, “I know,” he agreed, “I’d do exactly the same for my dad – and my brothers – and they’re all total nobs.”

  I chuckled. He always managed to make me feel better.

  “Dad’s got some sort of blood disorder going on that needs a bone-marrow transplant from a suitable donor – and yet no one came to ask me if I’d help until today when Simon finally told me what was wrong with him.” I took a deep, shaky breath. “Apparently he didn’t want my blood – I guess he thinks I’m contaminated because I’m gay.”

  Franz’s jaw dropped, “He said that?” he asked incredulously.

  I shrugged, “Not in so many words...” I mumbled, feeling suddenly embarrassed for my outburst. I didn’t actually know that for a fact – but I strongly suspected that that was the way his mind worked.

  Franz squeezed my hand, “Maybe you should go and talk to him.”

  I nodded, “I will – but not before I’ve done the fucking blood test. I know he’s treated me like crap for the last couple of years but he’s still my dad and if I can save his life – I damned well will.”

  Franz smiled, “You are one incredible human being.”

  I smiled. It was nice that he thought so...

  *

  “I’d better run you to uni,” I said with a yawn and a big stretch, “What time do you need to be there?”

  He looked at his phone and groaned, “In, like, forty-five minutes.”

  I grinned, “We have time for breakfast, then.”

  Franz raised an eyebrow, “I thought I’d already had breakfast,” he said, eyeing my crotch.

  I chuckled, “No,” I said, “That was just an early morning snack – you need something warm and filling inside you.”

  He stared at me with his massive hazel eyes and blinked. The biggest smile stretched across his face, “You did not just say that.” He said, starting to laugh.

  I frowned, “What?” Then I played over in my mind what I’d just said and I had to laugh, “You’ve got a dirty mind, Franz Krämer.”

  He grinned, “I have,” he agreed, “and you love it,” he added with a wink.

  I smiled, “I do love it.” I said. Fuck. I almost said something else then – I almost admitted that I loved him. Not that I was scared to admit it. I just wasn’t sure if he felt the same and I didn’t want to make things awkward.

  He smiled, “I know.” He whispered, reaching up and touching my cheek.

  I dropped him off outside his lecture theatre. He jumped off the bike and smiled back at me. “What time are you coming back for me?”

  I blinked, “What?”

  He looked at me, his eyes fixed on mine, his expression solemn, “You don’t seriously think I’m going to let you go through this alone, do you? Going to the hospital for all sorts of tests?”

  My heart melted. We might not have said it yet, but that showed me he loved me every bit as much as I loved him. I smiled, “Can I pick you up at two?”

  He nodded, “Of course you can. I’ll be waiting –right here.”

  Chapter 21 – Match...

  Buzz

  I swallowed, feeling slightly nauseous. I really hated needles. Tell me again why I was here? Oh, yeah – that’s right. I was saving my prick of a dad’s life. “So what do I have to do?” I asked, trying not to pass out as I focused on the medic’s face.

  He smiled at me. “We just need to see if you’re a match and then we need to do a simple procedure to take some bone marrow from you and transplant the bone marrow to your dad and that’s it – your job will be done.”

  I nodded, “Sure, sure.” I said, “I can do that.”

  “Great.” The medic grinned at me, “Let’s get cracking, then.”

  I rolled up my sleeve to have the blood test done. “Can you, uh, not tell him about this.” I said, “I’d rather my dad had no idea it was me who was a match if I turn out to be one.”

  He nodded, keeping his expression neutral, “Sure.” He said, “It’s not a problem if you’d rather keep it quiet.”

  I took a deep breath, “I’d much prefer it this way.”

  The medic taking the blood test started to tell me all about the procedure and how it would work, assuming I was a decent enough match. The method they used was called a peripheral blood stem cell donation, or PBSC as they called it. “You’ll need to receive injections for four days in a row to increase the number of stem cells in your circulating blood before you donate.”

  I nodded. Fair do’s. They had to do what they had to do, I guess... “Okay.”

  “So, it’s a bit of a ball ache but you’ll need to come in to see us for four days in a row to receive the injections which stimulate the production of stem cells.”

  I swallowed. “Will it hurt?” I asked. I was aware that I sounded like a baby, but I really didn’t like needles.

  He shrugged, “A little,” he said, “But no more painful than any other types of injection.”

  I nodded again, feeling even more nauseous. Franz smiled at me and squeezed my hand, “I’ll come with you.” He whispered. I smiled at him gratefully.

  “On the fifth day we’ll connect you up to this really amazing machine called a cell-separator – there’s no need to be put out or anything these days. The machine usually collects the stem cells from your blood through a vein in one arm, returning the blood to your body through a vein in your other arm. It’ll take about four or five hours.”