Ring in Mine
Kim Terry
This is the chapter I've been treatening to post for awhile. It is time to give Mark some depth. Where is this villian coming from.
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Kim ----------
Ring in Mine: John Chapter 10 (Mark's Dreams)
It had been a hectic month getting used to the new job. John asked his dad how things had gone at the college. John seemed truly interested in his dad's stories. At first Mark had to force himself to ask questions about John's gymnastics and art. Mark had always felt pride in his son's accomplishments but was afraid to encourage him. The gay thing kept getting in the way.
Soon he learned to enjoy hearing John's stories. The antics that Susan and John got up to at gymnastics were always welcome. He really learned to cherish laughing with his son. He was even telling humorous stories from work or from his sports career. Then John left for four weeks of gymnastics summer camp. It was then that he realized how much he missed his son.
At the college their junior summer camps were in full swing. Being the junior coach the brunt of the work fell to him. These were day camps so Mark didn't have late nights at work unless there was a special event.
John had been gone for two weeks when Mark's nightmares started. There was a story on the news of a young man tied to a fence and beaten to death. While he was awake Mark could push the memories to the back but in his sleep they took the stage front and center.
A much younger Mark sat at his desk in his shared room. This was his second year on the varsity football squad and his second year in the football dorms. He was struggling to understand his math assignment. He had just decided he needed help when he overheard a conversation in the hallway.
"Did you hear about the dead queer they found up in the canyon."
"My uncle's on the police force. He told me that someone tied him to a tree and painted death to fags on his chest." The speaker had an interested audience so he repeated all the gory details. They slit him open and pulled his innards out while he was still alive. Then they bashed his face in so bad he couldn't be identified. They found his severed dick and balls stuffed in his mouth. He's been up there at least a week. The animals didn't leave an awful lot to find."
A haunting thought crossed Mark's mind. He hadn't seen Marcus around campus for the last week. Math forgotten Mark ran across campus to Marcus's dorm. There were police cars everywhere. His stomach began churning. He made it to a garbage can before he began throwing up. Mark felt a hand on his shoulder.
"I guess you heard?" It was Marcus's current roommate.
Mark didn't think he had anything left in his stomach, but somewhere his body found more to leave in the garbage can. Visions of his best friend being tortured were more than he could take.
"I don't think anyone else knows."
Mark didn't know where to go. He couldn't go back to the football dorm like this. He'd be the next one found in the canyon.
"Go talk with Bob in the counseling center. He'll understand."
Mark aimlessly wandered around campus. He finally found himself in the counseling center.
"You must be Mark. I have been expecting you." The councilor morphed into Mark's vision of his tortured friend. The partially chewed on hand reached for his shoulder and began shaking him.
"Mark wake up!" Ruth shook her husband. She had never had to deal with the nightmares that were haunting her husband. Mark had always been strong. To hear him sobbing quietly in the night tore at her heart.
Mark refused to talk about his nightmares. He claimed to not remember them, but he did remember. He remembered every detail. How could he forget, this was his hidden past.
Other dreams haunted him. In high school Mark, Ruth, and Marcus were a force to deal with, the football center, his girl and their best friend, who was the only guy on the cheer squad. Their senior year, Mark and Ruth were homecoming King and Queen. Marcus was their jester. With his gymnastic skills he made an entertaining jester, tumbling, doing cartwheels and flips. Though they were best friends there was an underlying tension in the group.
The three attended the same university in a town called Logan. It was a small town, very much based in Utah's predominant religion. Marcus and Mark shared a dorm room. Men and women couldn't be in the same building, who knew what could happen if they were that close. Ruth was in the next building.
Marcus stripped down for bed. Mark still wore his boxers. He was used to seeing Marcus in the nude. His slim muscular gymnast's build was fine to look at. Mark had always been fascinated by Marcus's uncut cock.
Marcus lay on his bed, dick in his hand and was hard in seconds. Mark pulled his dick through the fly of his boxers and joined his friend in self-pleasure. One night the routine changed. Marcus stood up next to his friend's bed. He reached down and wrapped his hand around Mark's dick. Mark should have pushed the hand away. Instead he closed his eyes reveling in the sensations of another hand wrapped around his manhood.
Mark was surprised that his hand was wrapped around Marcus's dick. He loved the feel of the foreskin sliding across the head Marcus' dick. Marcus surprised Mark one more time. He dropped to his knees and took Mark's cock into his mouth. Mark knew he shouldn't let this happen but it felt so good. He couldn't imagine that a blowjob could feel this good.
Mark finally blew his load into his friend's mouth. Mark watched intently as his friend brought himself to climax shooting across Mark's chest.
Mark's eyes shot open. How long had it been since his last wet dream? He was careful not to wake his wife. He made his way to the bathroom and cleaned himself up. He lay a towel on the damp spot and went back to bed. He uncharacteristically cuddled up to his wife. These long repressed memories were disturbing not only his sleep but his waking hours. He was looking at his students in a slightly different way. Were any living with the shame he felt in college? Did he need to give this student or that a little more encouragement?
The evening ended as many did. The three of them ate dinner at the cafeteria. Ruth had a paper to finish. Ruth gave Mark a deep toe-curling kiss. His manhood throbbed in his pants. She waved good-bye as they entered their respective dorms. Something was different tonight. Mark couldn't put his finger on it. It was too early to head for the room. The TV room was loud. It was impossible to focus on the show.
In the bedroom Marcus reached over and pulled Mark's shirt over his head. Marcus's tongue found Mark's nipple. He didn't realize such a simple thing could feel so good. Marcus's tongue followed the thin line of hair that started between Mark's nipples and lead to his navel. Mark's body shivered with excitement.
On his knees Marcus undid Mark's belt and pushed his jeans and boxers to his ankles. Marcus fully dressed took Mark's penis into his mouth. It was different being in this dominant position. Mark had never been completely exposed to his friend. His fingers ran through Marcus's short hair.
When he felt Mark was about to cum, he moved his attention to Mark's balls. Marcus pulled first one and then the other into his mouth while his tongue caressed the sensitive skin. Marcus moved back to the penis in front of him again pulling off before Mark could climax.
Marcus gave Mark a chance to kick off his shoes losing the last of his clothing. Marcus turned Mark around. Mark wasn't sure what was going to happen, but when he felt a tongue caressing his rosebud, he didn't care. Mark was sexually charged. All of his thinking was happening in the little head below his waist.
Marcus stood up and turned his friend to face him. He pressed their lips together. Soon their tongues were playing a game of their own. Mark reached for the hem of Marcus's shirt and pulled it over his head. He repeated the path down Marcus's smooth hairless chest to his navel. Mark wasn't sure when he dropped to his knees. Facing the obvious growing bulge in the jeans inches from his face, he felt the need to see his friend up close. He undid the belt and the jeans fell down the slim body before him.
He was going to just touch it, but he found his lips wrapping around the beautiful sight in front of him. Part of him yelled gross, but his tongue ran over the velvety warmth in his mouth. He pulled the skin back from the head and caressed it with his tongue. He looked up into the bluest eyes filled with pleasure. How could the church be so wrong. This was something special to give this much pleasure to someone you cared about.
He moved to the shaved smooth balls. How could he ever describe how the ball hidden in its fleshy pouch felt on his tongue? Mark wasn't ready to move on when the object of his desire turned and leaned over the desk.
How could he lick a guy's ass? He leaned in for a sniff. Marcus must have somehow washed when he stopped on the way to the room. It smelled a little of the hand soap in the restrooms. He tentatively brushed his tongue over the rose bud in front of him. His lover shuddered. That was enough motivation to overlook what he was doing. Marcus was moaning in pleasure.
Mark stood up expecting Marcus to also stand.
"Put some of my baby oil on it and put it in me." Marcus pleaded.
There were jokes about butt fuckers. Mark learned that those who hadn't tried it didn't know what they were talking about. This felt great.
"Mark it hurts." Mark started to pull out. "Don't move. Just hold it there for a moment."
When Marcus was ready, Mark made love to his best friend. When he finally shot his load, Marcus turned around.
This was the Marcus found in the forest tortured and tied to a tree.
"Why did you let this happen?" The corpse accused.
Mark woke screaming. There was no wet dream residue to clean up; just sheets saturated with sweat and the smell of fear. His dear wife pulled him close to her, his head on her breast.
"You're awake now. Nothing can hurt you." She said comforting him, but he knew that wasn't true.
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