Ring in Mine
Kim Terry
As you learn more about a person your insights and opinions shift. People are a lot like Russion stacking dolls. There is always more about a person than you currently see. The person is still the same but our perceptions have shifted. That is why some characters seem to change. We are limited to Bobby's perceptions.
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Ring in Mine: Chapter 28
The day before school started Brett had an early morning faculty meeting. I limited my workout to the treadmill and the universal machine. There was no one to spot me. Sweaty and sticky I realized I hadn't thought through the shower situation. Just as I was about to head upstairs and wash at the bathroom sink, Doc arrived with the necessary supplies. Baggied and ready to go I was reluctant to drop my shorts.
"Why be shy now. I've seen everything you have." She dropped to one knee and pulled my shorts down. I stepped out of my shorts and stepped into the shower my back to Doc. I am not sure why I would be self conscious. She had doctored me and watched me in the shower with Brett. She even was there as twenty people drew pictures of my naked body. I reached for the soap but her hand was there first.
"Keep your cast dry. Just let me do this." She washed my back and worked her way down to my cheeks. She then moved to my feet and worked her way back up. She not only brushed against my balls but reached between my legs and cupped my balls. She rolled each in her hand.
"Good no long lasting damage. They were very swollen and tender when Brett first brought you home." Doc said. I was relieved. I thought she was coming on to me. As she washed my ass she ran her fingers over my rosebud.
"Have you had anal intercourse?" She asked. I was taken back and then realized it was probably Doc the doctor asking.
"I've had a couple of guys in there, but we were always safe." I stuttered my response.
"Not at the same time I hope." She said with a chuckle. "She then slipped a soapy finger into me."
I sighed and bent over leaning against the shower wall. With the practiced skill of a surgeon she brushed against my prostate. I shuddered with pleasure.
"Is that what makes men do it." She asked massaging deep inside of me. I was harder than I could remember being, but then again little Bob has a short memory. She removed her finger before I was able to pull myself together enough to answer.
"I don't know about other guys that do it with anybody, but I had a special connection with the men I have done it with." I explained. "Part of it is making this special person feel good. Part of it is the full feeling and caring my lovers have given me."
I paused. "I don't think I would want to do it with a guy I just met. Oral maybe but not this."
She turned me around and I learned she was wearing a swimming suit. She started washing my chest.
"Brett and I are trying to better understand what our son felt." She washed all of me.
I'm not sure why, but I was disappointed in her attire. This woman was like my mother and I was disappointed I didn't see her naked. I thought back to my time with Sue in the shower. My now wilted manhood stood back up.
She turned the water off and dried me with a fresh towel. We talked small talk over breakfast. She asked more questions about my love life.
"So it's not just men that you are attracted to?" She asked.
I had thought a lot about love, sex and what I wanted out of life. I realized that I could easily become a sex driven slut. That's not where I wanted to go. It's not that I didn't like the sex, but I liked the connections more. I tried explaining my thoughts to Doc.
"That seems pretty grown up." Doc ended the conversation. She had to go to work and I offered to clean up the dishes.
I had the time so I cleaned the kitchen, vacumned the living room and family room, and straightened my room. I needed to do some laundry. I carefully folded and hung Brett's clothes that were in the dryer. His workout clothes were included in the load. As I held up his jock I was tempted to lose it. I like seeing him going commando. What was I doing I was having inappropriate thoughts earlier about Doc and now Brett. It was more than I could take.
I put the jock on and while waiting for the washer I took my dick in hand.
I washed first his back and then worked my way up his legs toward his hot hairy ass. I purposely brushed against his balls numerous times before cupping them as Doc had done mine. I washed his ass paying attention to his tight pucker. Then I turned him around and slid his rampant manhood between my lips. In one gulp I took him down my throat until my nose was buried in the dark hair about his delicious dick. When I slid a soapy finger into his ass his moan turned me on. I brushed against his prostate. Hhe unloaded shot after shot into my mouth. I kept the last swallow on my tongue to share with him in a passionate kiss.
I used the jock pouch to clean up some of my load. When I dried my clothes I threw the jock in with the load. It wasn't really stiff when I placed it under his workout shorts.
I decided to head up to Morell Hall is see the old roommates. No one answered at the dorm parents apartment. I walked up the stairs and reached for my keys. That was when full realization hit me that I didn't live here anymore. I knocked and someone I had never met answered.
"I used to live here. Are any of the roommates here?" I asked.
"You must be one of those queers that lived here last quarter. The only ones still here are Roger and a guy named Randy." He practically sneered.
"What happened to the other guys. The rest of them were faggots just like you. They kicked the lot of them out of the dorms." I bet this bigoted asshole was still in good with the church. I asked if he knew where they had moved.
"Some of us roughed up one of them last week in the canyon. We should have finished the job. But the cops showed up. I'd watch your back at night. My buddies are going to clean up this campus." He boasted.
What a moron I thought; bragging about attacking someone. I decided to give Bruce a call with the information and see what he could do about it. Then again the local police would probably give them a medal.
Neither Brad, nor Sue had returned. It wasn't even noon and I was out of things to do. Then it hit me. I stopped by the Johnson's, packed a bag and left a note. I was going home. If I couldn't stay at Grams, Leroy had a couch in his office.
The weather was good and the drive was smooth. I was thinking too much. I remembered singing Moody Blues on my last fateful trip home and that wouldn't do. I dropped Queen into the cassette player and sang along. The drive was over before the second side was done.
I decided to try Leroy's first. The door was locked. I had always known where the key was. Robert and I used to sneak in and grab a coke out of the fridge. I had just stepped into the garage when I heard sounds coming from the office. There was Leroy with his coveralls down around his ankle but no underwear. Who would have thought he went commando all this time. His smooth black ass was bouncing as he gave some gal a good time.
"Pound me, Leroy. Harder. That big cock of yours feels so good."
I knew that voice. It couldn't be. Instead of looking through the doorway. I took a couple of steps farther and looked through the window. It was Papa on the bottom having a good time. I couldn't move. I couldn't tear my eyes form the hot shocking scene through the glass. Each time Leroy pulled back, I was sure it was going to pull out but there was always more dick buried in Papa. This wasn't the first time Papa had taken this huge black dick.
"I'm gonna cum. Where do you want it?" Leroy panted.
"On my face!" Papa shouted. Leroy pulled out as Papa turned around. His dick was even bigger than it looked earlier. There on his knees Leroy painted Papa's face. As Papa cleaned Leroy's dick whatever was keeping me from moving released its hold.
I turned and ran. This was more than I could handle. Papa cheating on Grams. I didn't think to grab my car I just ran down the street. As long as I ran I didn't have to think. I stopped to catch my breath. I had run clear across town. Why of all places would I run here?
I couldn't just keep running. I had to a destination and my mind went blank. Where should I go?
I was jerked back to reality, literally. A hand grabbed my collar.
"What are you doing here faggot?" Dad spun me around.
"As much as I want to pound your ass, you're not worth going back to jail. Go find your faggot brother and stay away from here." He gave me a shove and I took off before he changed his mind.
It was starting to get dark. Maybe if I waited long enough I could slip in and get my car. It was a mistake to come home. My whole world had been set on its ear. I sat in the safest place I could think of trying to figure out what happened to my simple life.
"I thought I would find you here."
Of all the voices in the world, this is the one I needed to hear right now. Jerry crawled under the study carrol hidden in the farthest corner of the nonfiction section of the local library. I leaned my head on his chest and the silent tears broke loose.
"Shall we find some place we can talk?" Jerry climbed out from under the desk and offered me his hand.
In Jerry's car he leaned in for a comforting kiss. I pulled back. I wasn't sure about the whole man on man stuff anymore. Jerry just shook his head. He pulled out the same walkie talkies we played with as kids.
"Dad call off the dogs, I've found him."
"Where are you?" Bruce asked.
"We are at the library." Jerry answered.
"We will be right there." Bruce answered.
Jerry was no longer my favorite person. I opened the door and got out.
"Sorry Jerry, I'm not ready for the grown ups." I got out and cut through the breezeway between the library and the city building. I had hidden from bullies more than once in my school career. By the time Jerry drove around the block I had already left the area.
I was only a couple of blocks from where one of my buddies from the swim team lived. I knocked on the door. His little brother answered the door.
"Is Foster home?" I asked.
"Foster, the door!" The boy yelled. I waited on the porch. Finally it opened.
"It's you! What do you want?" He asked gruffly.
"I need a place to stay tonight. Would you mind if I slept on your floor?" I asked hesitantly.
"The word is out you're a fudge packing cocksucker." Foster was angry.
"Just for tonight. I'll even sleep in your garage." I offered.
He answered with his fist. The first was to my gut. I folded over in pain. The sharp pain in my eye let me know where the second blow landed. The kicks to my groin were worse than any pain I had felt before. I dropped to the porch. My cast hit the edge and cracked its length. With a final kick he left me curled in a ball on his porch.
My next hiding place wasn't warm but I didn't think even Jerry would find me here. I had worked at McDonalds and knew that behind the dumpsters was enough space out of the wind I could have some time to think. My balls really hurt.
I was starting to get cold when an inspiration hit. I checked in my wallet. There it was. I hoped he was home on a Friday night. I got change from the clerk at the 7/11. Using the payphone I dialed the number on the card.
"Is Mark home?" He only lived about twenty minutes away.
"This is Mark. How may I help you."
"Mark, this is Bobby from the college. I need some place to stay tonight. I can't go home right now."
"Of course you can stay."
"I just need you to promise not to call Brad and Sue. I'm not doing well with adults. I don't know who I can trust."
At the 7-11 I used the bathroom and bought a hot chocolate. My balls were huge and looked bruised. It hurt too much to touch them. Blood was starting to soak through my underwear.. I rinsed them out in the sink and dried them using the hand dryer. It wasn't 25 minutes later when a car pulled up. I was ready to run again when Mark rolled down the window. "Hop in."
Brad had called Mark after they had found me in the library. He had been worried sick by the TV reports. My new black eye was beginning to show and his concern was growing again.
His parents welcomed me with open arms. They realized I had a lot to do with Mark's changed outlook on life.
I borrowed a pair of Mark's underwear. I buried my bloody ones at the bottom of the garbage can. I didn't need Mark's parents overconcerned about my well being. Mark also gave me what was left of a bottle of Tylenol and codeine. I figured they were safe. It was what Doc had me use after the last incident.
"You are welcome to share my bed." Mark offered.
Mark looked hurt when I declined his offer. His dad found me a sleeping bag
"Liking guys isn't doing too well for me right now." I tried to explain. Mark slipped into bed naked. I kept my underwear on.
I guess during the night I must have woken Mark up with my dreams. He was cuddled up next to me come morning. There was nothing sexual, just friendship. I'm glad he didn't reach for my balls. They ached I was afraid they might be damaged, but I was more afraid to having to tell.
I went with Mark to his swimming meet first thing Saturday morning. He did really well and took a few minutes to introduce me to his new friends.
Mark offered to take me back to Leroy's to get my car. When we arrived I chickened out. Mark switched places with me and told me to wait down the street for him.
A few minutes later I noticed him walking up the street with my bag out of the car. I backed up. Mark came around to the driver's side and I slid across the front seat.
"I don't think you're getting your car back any time soon. There is a county sheriff's boot on it."
"How am I going to get back to school?" I hid my head in my hands.
"If you pay for gas, I'll take you." Mark offered. As much as I didn't want to inconvenience my friend I was desperate. The tank was nearly empty. I gave him the twenty dollar bill in my wallet. That left me three dollars. Happily I had some money tucked away in my room at the Johnson's.
By the time we reached the canyon things seemed more normal. We were sharing stories about school. Mark brought up boyfriends. I got very silent. He then remembered my comment the previous night and he apologized. How was I going to change? I was honestly tired of being beaten on, both physically and emotionally.
It was with a sigh of relief when I finally made it home. It seemed odd that the Johnson's seemed more like home than anywhere else. The door was locked so I knew they were both out. I let myself in. Laying on my bed the emotional exhaustion hit me and I was down for the count. I woke when I heard voices.
"He's here." I heard Doc say. Then there was a pause. She must be on the phone I decided. The next words chilled me to my core. "Of course you are welcome. We will be here all evening."
"I'm not sure you should have called them. Something is wrong with that family. His car isn't here and he has another black eye." Brett commented to his wife. "Did you notice the crack in his cast.
"His mother deserves to know he is safe." Doc answered.
"But is Bobby safe?" Brett answered. That was the million dollar question. The people I didn't want to see had been invited into my safe place. It was time to move on. I packed as much into my duffle bag as I could. I could hear them in the family room watching TV. I couldn't get out the front door without being seen. I left a note.
Brett: Thank you for finding me and helping me get my world back together. I appreciate everything you have done for me. I am having trouble trusting the adults the Lord has put in my life. The last thing I need is to hear more lies from people I should be able to trust. I need to find me a safe place where I can try to figure things out. I don't want to be the person I am anymore.
I will see you in class on Monday. Hopefully I can still be your TA.
Thank you
Every adult that was close to me had lied. My mom had lied my whole life. Bruce lied. Dad lied. Papa lied. Jerry seemed to only want sex and he turned me into the adults. They took my car. I couldn't trust Brad. He would just call his brother. Brett promised his house would be a safe place and he lied.
I climbed out the window. Maybe Todd and Bill would put me up for the night. This time I had my wallet, clothes and a warm coat.
It was quite a walk in the growing twilight. I prayed that Todd would let me stay at least the night. I wasn't sure God was happy at me right now. Maybe everyone was right. Maybe God doesn't care about gay people. I wanted God on my side again.
Maybe things would be easier if I just died.But, I didn't want to die when God was pissed at me. I really would go to hell.
"Is there anybody up there looking out for me?" I asked with my eyes toward heaven. A car hit a slushy patch on the road. Mushy, dirty slush covered me from head to toe. Crap filled my shoes and ran under my collar. Who said God doesn't answer prayers. I had my answer and I wasn't very happy with it. When I was little in Sunday School my teachers said I was a child of God and he would always love me. I guess even God is taking his turn lying to me.
No one answered the door at Todd's house. The doorway was out of the evening breeze. Head on my knees. I would wait for them to come home. If they didn't come soon enough maybe I would freeze to death. At least Hell is supposed to be warm. I closed my eyes. I was so tired and cold.
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