Ring in Mine

Ring in Mine

Kim Terry

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Ring in Mine: John Chapter 22

John's eyes opened to see a first responder looking down at him.

"John, It's good to see you back. How do you feel?" The first responder asked. "I've called the Provost's office." John wondered why the stranger knew his name and then remembered the dog tag Bob made him promise to wear.

"I think I cracked my head open." John said shakily reaching for the bandage on his forehead. "How bad is it?"

John wasn't happy about the required trip to the Emergency Room for x-rays and stitches. As they rolled him back from radiology John could hear his parents arguing about who was taking John home. John called Frank. John was going to do everything he could to go back to his dorm. The doctor stopped by long enough to put a few stitches in John's forehead.

"It looks like you are ready to go." The doctor announced.

"Can you delay telling my parents until they finish arguing? I don't think I am up to having them continue their discussion in here." John asked. The doctor left care instructions with John. When John called Duane asking for a ride back to campus, John made the mistake of mentioning his arguing parents. Duane was afraid to go against his coaches wishes. John called Sarah. She agreed to meet him at the McDonalds down the street. John put his shirt back on and cut his bracelet off leaving it on the bed with a note.

"I am going home. I want you two to get along. Dad I can tell you are really trying. Mom I know how much you love him. This separation is all about me. I am doing fine.

My suggestion is move back together. Have some romantic and passionate evenings without worrying about me. I will be fine. I don't care if you get back together but at least try to get along.

When you both can behave like caring adults then and only then maybe we can be a family.

By the way I will be really put out if both of you are not at my opening tomorrow afternoon at the college gallery. I expect you to be on your best behavior.

John"

John made a quick call to Bob, his therapist with a brief request. He carefully slipped out and took the stairs. In the hospital shop John stopped and bought a really cool cane using the debit card Frank had provided for him to access his funds. His head still hurt some but he sighed with relief when Sarah finally picked him up.

Sarah hadn't seen his dorm room. Sarah helped John pull the blood-splattered shirt over his head. She hadn't seen the scars left from the attack.

"Do they hurt?" She asked as she traced them with her finger. They didn't hurt. Sarah's touch had quite the opposite effect. Sarah brushed the front of John's track pants.

"I think this answers my question." Sarah giggled.

While John showered the sweat and blood off of his sore body. Sarah read the care notes from the doctor. Sarah really liked John. She thought the scars were sort of sexy.

"John!" She shouted through the door. "It says here you aren't to be alone for the first 24 hours."

Sarah called home before John came out. "Mom, I will be staying at a friend's house tonight," was the message she left.

Back at the hospital Mark and Ruth had finally talked with the doctor only to learn they had lost John again. Both of them were angry at each other and at their son. They were about to start another shouting match when Bob arrived.

"I got a call from John. He asked me to referee. I charge extra for boxing matches so let's keep it civil." Bob began. Bob found a consultation room they could borrow. The two supposed adults sat down with their therapist.

"For your information John listened to your argument as long as he could handle it. John didn't want to go home with either of you. Until being broadsided by the film today he had made great strides in his recovery. From what I have heard he even bounced back from the film quickly enough to present his show to a group of students." Bob explained

Bob read the note out loud. "John loves you both and knows how miserable both of you have been. He and his lawyer, working with DFS, have effectively pulled himself out of the equation." Bob explained that with John's income and status as a full time college student DFS was willing to give him autonomous status with oversight. The papers had already been signed by a judge.

Bob listened to the two complain, moan and finally give up.

"So how can we fix this?" Mark asked.

Bob explained that from John's point of view "THIS" had been fixed. Mark and Ruth were broken.

"The note says most of it. John was a little more graphic on the phone. Something about a candlelit dinner, followed by a romantic movie and doing it like rabbits until you pass out." Bob couldn't keep a straight face as he quoted John's instructions for his parents.

"John expects you to be at his opening tomorrow smiling arm in arm. He says if you don't really feel it, fake it. His show is being featured as a major part of a symposium on suicide prevention and school bullying. This will get his work known outside of Utah."

Bob left Mark and Ruth talking. "Maybe they have a chance." Bob thought.

When John came out of the bathroom Sarah was gone. It wasn't long before she returned with a plastic baggie of ice for John's head. He rummaged through his drawer for a shirt.

"John would you mind leaving your shirt off?" Sarah asked.

Sarah pulled back the covers on John's bed. She helped John out of his brace and track pants. John was grateful he hadn't gone commando that day. She wrapped the ice in a towel to keep it from being too cold and placed it over John's bandage.

"You just rest. I will run down to the drug store and get what's on the doctor's list." Sarah offered.

"There is a twenty in my desk drawer. I hope that will be enough." John said with his eyes closed. Sleep was quickly overtaking him.

John woke to the warm snuggly feeling of having a warm mostly naked body sleeping next to him. A warm hand had reached through his fly and wrapped around his balls. It was a warm protected feeling.

"I wondered when you were going to wake up." John nearly jumped hearing Sarah's whisper.

Sarah leaned into him and placed her lips on his. When her tongue slipped across his lips they parted allowing her access. They had kissed before. This was special.

She rolled back and traced John's scars by candlelight. "Sarah must have bought candles. John thought.

Sarah brushed her fingers across John's nipple and he shivered with pleasure. Pleased with his response she replaced her fingers with her lips, gently sucking the now erect flesh as she played with the other. John had slipped into that realm of pleasure where nothing else mattered.

Sarah began tracing John injuries until she reached a line that disappeared under the waistline of his boxers. She didn't let a little thing like a thin layer of cotton stand between her and her goal. As she pulled down on the elastic John lifted his hips.

Sarah found John's manhood fascinating. She had never held a penis in her hand. It was growing quickly and Sarah loved every inch of it. She tentatively licked the head. It was clean and John smelled like the Irish Spring soap he had used. Sarah closed her lips sliding about half of his length into her mouth. It didn't taste dirty or nasty. The head of John's manhood was firm but still soft. The smoothness felt interesting on her tongue.

John was enjoying Sarah's attention. There was something he wanted to try. With very little effort he convinced Sarah to kneel over his face. She continued sucking on his dick as his tongue made contact with her vagina. He could tell she had showered and used his soap. It tasted fresh and clean, with a musky undertone. It was delicious. He dove into his activity with enthusiasm.

After a few minutes John pulled back. "Sarah, tell me how to make you feel the very best."

Sarah had played with her clit but this was her first time with a tongue down there. It felt great; occasionally John would brush against something that felt extra good and Sarah would have him do it again, and again, and again. Between his enthusiasm and her guidance John was becoming a champion clit licker.

Sarah returned her attention to John. When he was at full hardness she reached for a small packet on John's desk. "Sarah must have planned for this to happen." John thought.

She rolled the thin latex over John's penis and slowly lowered her body onto his firm invader. There was a moment of resistance and he slid the rest of the way in. She sat there with John deeply inside of her enjoying the fullness. Slowly she began to slide up and down John's length. She would have loved to have John doing the work, but she understood the limitations of his knee and his head. They could do this most of the weekend if John wanted. It was definitely in Sarah's plans.

"Tell me when you think you are close." She instructed.

"I'm nearly there!" John exclaimed. Sarah stopped and leaned down and kissed her young man.

"Tell me when you are ready again." Sarah gasped between lip locks. Finally John pushed upward and Sarah began again. She found an angle where John was rubbing against her clit. This time it was Sarah that shivered. She began hitting it over and over.

"I'm nearly there again!" John panted.

Sarah no longer cared as her orgasam shook her to her very soul. This was so much better than her fingers in the tub. John joined her in climax a moment later.

Following the instructions on the condom box she carefully held the condom in place as she rose off of her man.

"I wanted to do that last summer." Sarah announced. "It was worth waiting for."

John reached up and kissed her. "You didn't have to wait until I couldn't run away. I would have loved you anytime."

Sarah pulled out a bag of cut up veggies, bite sized pieces of fruit and little sandwiches. They lay in bed naked feeding each other the bite sized morsels listening to Barry Manilow love songs.

There was a knock on the door. "John! It's Duane."

"Duane you are going to have to come back I'm a little busy at the moment!" John answered.

"We need to talk about picking up your suit for tomorrow." Nigel called out.

"They want to come in and make out." John whispered. Sarah looked shocked. "Not with me. With each other."

"And you let them?" Sarah asked.

"I make them change and wash the sheets and towels. It cuts down on my laundry and I have clean sheets three or four times a week." John continued whispering.

"Are you going to open the door?" Duane finally broke the silence.

"This should be fun." Sarah whispered. "We are a little busy in here!"

A girl's voice was the last thing the friends had expected to hear. Maybe John was straight. "Picking up his tux is covered. See you tomorrow." Sarah couldn't help herself. She thought it was hilarious.

"Oh John it's so big!" She moaned loudly. She hoped the boys at the door couldn't hear her giggles.

"Sarah," John paused hopefully. "I was wondering if you would be my date for the opening tomorrow?"

"I would love to. I don't know what I have to wear though." Sarah stated.

John had checked his expense account balance just a couple of days ago. "I have an idea. Trust me."

John snuggled next to Sarah. The luscious feel of her soft skin was exhilarating. John moved down to Sarah's breast and licked across the nipple. Sarah shivered. He sucked the nipple into his mouth.

"Tell me what feels the best." John requested. He was careful of his knee as he followed Sarah's instructions. He finally found himself rubbing his tongue on her clit. She reached down and placed her hands on John's head. She tried to pull John upward for a kiss, but he was determined that he was going to make her climax first.

He finally hit things just right. As she pulled his head even more tightly between her legs he was rewarded with her flowing nectar. John learned he loved having this super power- the ability to give his girl such pleasure. He was rewarded soon with another burst of her womanly flavors. After Sarah's third he carefully slid up for a kiss. It was a quick kiss.

"John. I don't know how you can enjoy that. Could you wash your face please?" Sarah asked.

John thought she was crazy. He loved her flavor and even more he loved the pleasure it gave her. He hobbled into the bathroom and washed his face and used mouth wash. He blew out the candles. A dim light filled the room. John was embarrassed.

"Sorry about the night light. After the attack I don't do dark very well." John explained.

In her best big bad wolf impression Sarah answered; "The better to kiss you with my dear."

After a prolonged kiss, Sarah rested her head on John's chest. They listened to each other breathing. Sarah soon fell asleep. John knew he was probably too young for sex. As long as they were careful he didn't see a problem. His gay friends were having sex. John wondered, "How many condoms came in a box?" He closed his eyes and slept.

He woke the next morning after an undisturbed night. He could get used to having a warm body to chase away the nightmares. He finally slipped away from Sarah's sleeping form without waking her.

After taking care of his pressing need, he took his pad and began drawing. The dim light of early dawn lit the scene. She was so beautiful lying there covered mostly by the sheet. As much as he wanted to show all of her beauty he carefully moved her long hair to display only a hint of bare breast. He had never worked naked. The tool between his legs was definitely aroused by his model. He hoped she wouldn't wake up until he was nearly done.

Finally she rolled onto her back. With the pose disturbed there was no need to continue right then. It just needed polishing. John grabbed a damp washcloth and slid between Sarah's legs. She woke to the bliss of a loving tongue working its magic. As much as she wanted to kiss John she didn't want to disturb his efforts.

After the second orgasam she had to have John in her. He wasn't sure how to do this without bending his knee more than he should. She finally rolled him on his back again, dressed little Johnny for play and slid the hard flesh inside of her. There was none of the pain from the night before. John was also able to last longer; they shared this intimate pleasure.

In the midst of passion Sarah didn't care that John smelled of her womanhood. She plunged her tongue deeply into his mouth, filling him as he filled her. There was an advantage of kissing during the buildup and orgasm, there were no loud screams for the dorm parents to hear. This wasn't something either of them wanted reported to their parents.

After their passion subsided John took Sarah's hand and led her into the shower. They shared a different level of intimacy as they soaped each other's bodies. John had to be careful of the bandage and stitches. Sarah carefully washed his hair.

Dressed for the day they choose not to eat breakfast at the cafeteria. There were too many eyes that might put two and two together. They stopped at a little bakery for croissants next to the Formal Wear boutique where John was renting his tux.

A grandmotherly woman served them in the Tux shop. "There is a change of plans." John explained. "I know you also rent formal gowns. My date needs something that works with my suit."

There were measurements taken. Sarah tried on five gowns. When she came out in the last one she took John's breathe away. It accented Sarah's eyes and skin tone. It had a faint shimmer as she moved. This was the gown. John's vest was switched to a fabric that matched the gown.

Sarah had another surprise waiting for her. The shop had a stylist. Sarah looked in the mirror, and was left breathless. Sarah was waiting for someone to say she had to leave the ball by midnight. Her father being a college official would be at the opening and the reception for their guest speakers afterward. She decided not to tell them she was going to be there also.

Together they made all eyes turn as they entered for the opening. John had foregone the walker for a black walking stick. Between the stick and Sarah he would remain upright. The slacks were a little loose so the brace could be hidden under them. The big pad and tape on John's forehead had been removed at the shop. They had carefully used a smaller bandage and they used just enough foundation to mostly hide it.

They made the rounds stopping to greet the Terrions and the President of the college. Sarah's parents were a bit surprised. This was a beautiful woman not their angular little girl.

Finally the couple approached Mark and Ruth. A bruise was barely showing above Mark's collar.

"I hope that is what I think it is." John softly spoke to his father. Ruth blushed. John smiled from ear to ear. "I would ask for details but a gentleman never kisses and tells." Now Mark was blushing.

Finally the time came and John Litchfield was introduced.

"Thank you all for coming. I have noticed many of you looking at my work here in the foyer. I am going to make a blatant plug to begin with. This is how I fund my education. The art here in the foyer is available through my agent and owner of the Eclectic Synergy Gallery in Salt Lake Mr. Bertrolli." John waited for Mr. Bertrolli to identify himself. "Now we get down to the serious purpose of the today's show."

John slipped into his presentation and just as with his class the day before John stood in the pool of light waiting for the main gallery room to fill.

"I and three others were tortured and raped all in the name of a God that teaches love thy fellow man. I hope when they arrive before the Seat of Justice they are given a taste of the Hell they put four of God's beloved children through."

John slipped behind the display and the lights came on. John joined his beautiful date in the foyer. There was a young man maybe sixteen gazing at the nude paintings. John knew this boy from somewhere.

John walked up to the gentleman and introduced himself.

"I knew we would meet someday. My name is Brian Abernathy. I am one of the presenters at the symposium. Maybe you have seen some of my work." The artist pulled a small book out of his pocket and presented it to John. "A Soul in Darkness" was printed in a black area. The rest of the cover featured a small figure in the middle. Faceless fears swirled around him. It was moving and frightening.

"I did the cover for a friend of mine." Brian said simply. Brian pulled out another book and offered it to Sarah. "Fighting the Darkness" On the cover was a cloaked figure carrying a lantern and a staff.

John now recognized the person he had dreamt of more than once. John touched his chest in amazement.

"You have your own light now. It is your job to share it." Brian explained.

John stood their speechless. "Have you seen my presentation?" John finally asked.

"I slipped in earlier. I prefer to cry without an audience. John Litchfield, you are going to make a difference in this world." Brian shook John's hand and lifted Sarah's, bowed and left a kiss on the back.

Just then a young woman called out to Brian. "You need to hustle if you are going to be dressed for the reception."

"Let me introduce my fiancé, Cherish." Brian introduced the young woman. "My suggestion is to make yourself scarce. My friend calls it maximum impact. Anything you say out here will detract from the impact of your images. Socialize at the reception later."

John promised to behave himself if they hid out in his room for the hour before the reception. John was still a little dazed as he told Sarah about his dreams featuring the young man who had just left.

Duane and Nigel caught the couple just as they were leaving for the reception. They looked a little sheepish asking if they could borrow the room. John and Sarah chuckled all the way to the Student Union.

As Sarah and John neared the Ballroom their discussion turned from the boys doing it on their sheets to how well behaved their parents would be.

John and Sarah were up to the challenge of graciously representing the university. Unless an adult had attended the opening presentation at the gallery they looked over, around and maybe even though these kids playing grown up. John kept his conversations away from the details of "the" week, since his knowledge of the events was still mostly second hand and instead focused on what we could do to make things better.

As luck would have it John and Sarah would be sharing a table with the Litchfields, Sarah's parents, and the Dean of the College of Education. The final couple was a member of the teaching staff that had been a presenter and his friend. John wondered how well his father was going to handle the special friend. John was getting pretty good at reading the body language of really close friends. John hoped that his father would be on his best behavior with college officials present. Ruth had reminded Mark more than once that they were there as John's guests.

The dinner was banquet food; neither fantastic nor bad. John let the adults talk while he played footsie with Sarah. The speeches were supposed to be about the importance of changing the mindset of our culture to be more accepting of diversity; most used it as an opportunity for self-aggrandizement. John softly mentioned to Sarah that it sounded like they were all running for office. The Dean must of heard the comment.

He smiled. "I think John has a point."

John zoned out until he heard his name from the podium.

"The Marcus Jefferson Foundation is dedicated to building awareness of student suicide, bullying and accepting diversity. During visits such as these we occasionally run across a young individual who shows promise for furthering the goals of the Foundation. Today I was very impressed with the works of John Litchfield. His willingness to show the dark side of intolerance and bigotry to the world may open the eyes of many. To help him further this work the Foundation is awarding John Litchfield a scholarship to help with his schooling." Brian Abernathy paused. Everyone waited for Mr. Abernathy to continue.

"John, this is where you come up here and accept the check." Brian finally added chuckling. The audience chuckled to as John walked to the podium. He had decided to try the short walk without the cane. He made it until the two steps onto the raised stage and his knee buckled.

John wanted to be anywhere but face down in front of all these adults. Brian quickly helped John to his feet. John leaned on Brian's arm as they finished the walk to the podium.

"What John does not want you to know is that he is wearing a brace under his slacks. Early this spring he was attacked, beaten and left for dead in a dumpster; not because what he is but what rumor said he was." Brian explained. John looked at the floor. "John did not give up. At thirteen he is attending college studying Art and Effective Communication."

Brian reached beneath his collar and pulled out what looked like a bone shaped dog tag. "Ladies and Gentlemen, I proudly admit I am a member of the Kennel Krew. We are a group of misfits collected by the Foundation's founder. It was once joked that he was always collecting strays."

Brian reached into his pocket and placed a similar tag around John's neck. "I would be surprised if in a couple of years John isn't a sought after presenter for conferences just like this." Brian shook John's hand. "The event organizer has been in a panic for the last few minutes and I have to catch a flight. I hope you don't mind not giving a speech."

John took Brian's arm and leaning on his new friend, walked back to the table. The audience continued clapping while Brian shook Mark's hand. Brian hugged Ruth and once again kissed the back of Sarah's hand.

Brian touched John in the middle of his chest. "Remember your light is here when you need it."

Brian was met by his Fiancé and they walked out the door.

For John the rest of the evening went by in a daze. There was a lot of handshaking and congratulations from people he didn't know.

Ruth wanted John to come home for church and Sunday dinner. John compromised on coming for dinner only if Sarah could come too. John smiled. He would do his best to make sure she came, again and again.

Sarah's parents reminded her not to be out too late dashing John's hopes for a second night of passion.

All thoughts of passion and the evening's events disappeared as John looked into the darkness. Sarah sensing John's panic pulled him into a passionate kiss.

"Brian said your light is here." She said touching John's chest. She looked around.

"If you do this I'll light a fire here." She rubbed the front of his slacks.

John gritted his teeth and held his hand over his chest. He didn't think it would be socially acceptable to hold his real motivation. With his cane in one hand and the other on Sarah's arm for stability, they walked down the ramp rather than risk the stairs. John would never admit how much of the fifteen minute walk was spent with his eyes closed.

It was with a sigh of relief when they finally entered the oasis of light in the foyer of the dorm building. It was a completely different sigh that met Sarah's ears when the door to John's room closed. Sarah checked the clock and began helping John out of his clothes. John helped Sarah with the zipper. When the rented clothes hung in the closet, Sarah slid down in front of John. She decided she liked feeling him grow from soft to hard in her mouth.

This time it was John that checked the clock. He pulled Sarah into a passionate kiss as he fumbled with the clasp on her bra. Sarah finally had to assist John with the tricky clasp. John led Sarah to the bed. John locked the brace so he couldn't bend it to protect his healing knee-cap. It was awkward but he settled himself between Sarah's legs. He asked Sarah to assist him in doing the things she enjoyed the most. With John's excellent memory in play she had very few opportunities to make suggestions.

Sarah had climaxed more than once when she finally asked John to enter her. John had thought about this a lot during the day. He used a pillow to raise Sarah's pelvis. He rolled a rubber over his manhood. With the knee locked John couldn't use his thighs; he depended on his upper body strength. It was a bit awkward but Sarah wasn't complaining.

John's arms finally gave out. Sarah rolled him onto his back. She was determined to make her man cum. As he neared the point of no return he warned Sarah. She worked harder. He shot two loads into her mouth before she released his dick. The final volleys hit his chest and stomach. She leaned over John and kissed him with a mouthful of semen. They shared John's seed.

"I hope you don't mind if you don't come in my mouth again. I love the taste of your penis. I don't care for your semen." Sarah explained. John answered with another kiss.

They had pushed the clock. Sarah had to hurry if she was going to make it home before her parents' imposed curfew. She didn't want them to limit how much time she spent with John. He may be younger, but he acted so much more mature than the boys did at school. Sarah had plans to spend a lot of time with John, especially during the rapidly approaching summer break.

Early the next morning there was a knock on the door. John was working at his desk only in his boxer briefs. He checked the clock; it was way too early to be Sarah.

Just as he suspected it was Nigel. John knew Duane wouldn't be far behind.

"You can come in but don't expect me to leave. I have my sculpture project to plan." John hadn't even look up when he shouted for Duane to come on in. Duane found a naked Nigel on the bed and a mostly naked artist struggling at his desk. Duane should have locked the door behind him.

Sarah was pleased John had left the door unlocked. She was a little surprised to find John in his underwear totally ignoring the football jocks behind him in a passionate 69. She quietly locked the door behind her. She had thought gay sex would look disgusting. She was getting hot and bothered watch these muscular studs in their passion.

Sarah startled John when she pulled his chair away from the desk and slipped his dick through the fly of his boxers and into her mouth. The boys on the bed got pretty loud as they neared climax. Sarah watched as they shared their loads in a passionate kiss.

Sarah returned her efforts to John's cock. The boys stood on either side of John. They played with John's nipples as they kissed. Sarah looked up. John's friends were becoming hard again. Their dicks just inches from John's face. John had reached and taken a dick in each hand.

This was more than Sarah could handle. She was sitting on John's lap as quickly as she could get him rubbered.

It wasn't long before everyone came; the boys shooting all over John. John and Sarah monopolized the shower first; followed by the boys. With Sarah helping Duane on his final paper for English and John helping Nigel study for his Math finals, homework was done quickly.

Sarah and John left for their prearranged Sunday dinner, leaving the boys to their own devices. John knew the sheets were really going to need changing. The boys had each bought John a new set of sheets so they wouldn't have to do laundry as often.

Mark met John and Sarah at the door. He knew that today could be a turning point. He needed to show both John and Ruth that he was trying to manage his temper.

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