Ring in Mine
Kim Terry
Sorry I've been slow posting. I was in an auto accident that played havoc with the plate in the neck. I have the next couple of chapters back from Zach, who graciously proofreads them for me. I will post them as quickly as nifty will allow.
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Ring in Mine: John Chapter 18
The Friday before the new quarter started Mark took John with him to the college. Mark was free until later in the day. Together they discovered the best path for John and his wheelchair to make the journey from class to class. Together they ate lunch at the snack bar in the student union. They took the remaining time to meet with John's English teacher. Professor Terrion had arranged the meeting with the teacher and the Vice-Provost.
It would take some doing for Mark to become comfortable thinking of Brother Terrion as a high ranking official of the college. Sitting in Brother Terrion's office, the English instructor felt concerned about such a young student.
The teacher expressed his opinion. "I don't have time to spend extra time on someone ill prepared for my class. I will expect John to take the English mastery exam before class starts, just like the other students did."
Brother Terrion smiled. He knew the mastery exam was basic compared to the GED test John had already taken.
"I'm sure he could even take it this afternoon." The Vice-Provost answered the teacher's concern.
Brother Terrion rolled his protege to the testing center while Mark dealt with his own responsibilities.
"When you finish, John, if it is dark outside you are to call my number." Brother Terrion instructed handing John one of his business cards. As John settled into a cubicle Vice-Provost Terrion left very detailed instructions for the center director. Since the center director answered directly to the Provost's office she promised to take extra special care of John, including keeping him away from the big glass doors if the sun had set.
John sat in his cubicle with a testing booklet and a scanner answer sheet. John had expected something more like the comprehensive GED English exam. What he found were multiple guess questions. There wasn't even a writing component.
A half hour later he handed the materials into the testing proctor. The center director collected the answer sheet herself and ran it through the correcting scanner on the spot.
"98%, that's one of the highest scores I've seen on the exam." She announced. Passing was 70%. John was upset that he had missed two questions somewhere along the line.
There were still two hours of sunlight as John rolled back to the PE building. Mark was in meetings. As John poked into the nooks and crannies he found a group of gymnasts working out.
With a little help John grabbed the rings. When the gymnastics coach returned, he found a boy in a thigh-high cast in an inverted cross. His first instinct was to put an end to the potential catastrophe. He felt a hand on his shoulder.
"I honestly don't know how he can do that. That cast weighs a ton." Mark said softly.
John finished his routine without the dismount. The gymnasts helped him back to his chair.
"Thanks. I've missed that." John expressed his gratitude.
"I would like everyone to meet my son, John. Starting Monday he will be the youngest student currently on campus." Mark was so proud. John was making him look really good among his peers.
An aide from the Provost's office, note in hand, caught up with the father and son before they left for the day.
"There has been a change in your schedule. Your score on the English proficiency exam has preempted the English class you were scheduled to take. The class that will best fit your schedule is Communications. It is in the same building but on the main floor.
Gerald Terrion
Vice-Provost"
Mark beamed with pride. John basked in the glow of his father's pride.
There was celebration in the Litchfield home. The family went out for dinner. John was enjoying the attention of both his parents. When they left the restaurant, it was dark outside. As they neared the door John began to shake in his wheelchair. He locked the wheels.
"John, there is nothing in the dark to hurt you!" Mark's fragile hold on his temper broke.
"You need to get over this fear of going out at night and you need to do it now." An angry Mark snapped at his son, unlocked the wheels and pushed his frightened son into the night. With his eyes closed, John clutched onto the arms of the chair. From John's perspective his dad was wrong. He was proof there were things in the dark that could hurt you.
Mark slapped his son to get him to let go of the wheelchair. "You need to be a man." Mark's anger fueled his rant about being a man throughout the ride home.
Mark had barely pulled into the driveway and John was out of the car. Breaking the rules for putting weight on his cast John hobbled toward the house as quickly as he could. Using the key he still wore around his neck, he was in the house and behind the locked door of his bedroom, safe from the dangers of the night and his father.
Mark pounded on the bedroom door demanding to be let in. He could pound all he wanted. John had already managed a painful exit through the window. His fear of the night was eclipsed by the wrath of his father.
Andrew's back door was unlocked. John let himself in. He found Andrew and his parents watching TV. Without being asked John sat on the loveseat next to Andrew and snuggled up with his best friend, just as he done on those nights his father had locked him out of the house. John knew his father wouldn't make a scene in front of the neighbors.
Fearing the nightmares and remembering the mysterious cloaked dream figure's advice, John asked Andrew to share his bed.
With John's limited sleeping positions Andrew lay his head on John's bare chest, his arm resting across his friend's chest. Andrew was hard in moments feeling his best friend's warm, desirable body next to him. The John's rhythmic breathing soon lulled Andrew to sleep.
Andrew woke from a passion-filled dream. He found his hand buried in the fly of John's boxers. He couldn't pass up the opportunity to hold another boy's dick. Andrew slowly slid the skin of John's dick back and forth along the shaft. It grew hard in his hand.
John slowly became aware of Andrew's ministrations. Part of him wanted to recoil. Hearing about Marcus and his father had opened new ideas. This was something Andrew deeply desired. It was a gift John could give. It would also be thumbing his nose at the men with the hoods as well as his father.
"Andrew," John whispered. His friend quickly pulled his hand free of John's boxers. Andrew tried pulling away. John held his friend even more tightly to his side.
"This will probably be a one-time thing; what would you really like to do?" John asked.
Andrew wasn't sure what to say. He didn't want to mess up his friendship with John.
John waited for an answer. Finally he ended the silence. "Just do it. If it is too far out there I can always say stop." John offered.
Andrew was still motionless. John put his finger under Andrew's chin and pretended he was kissing Sarah. Andrew must have had even less experience than John. It was John's tongue that first slipped between his friend's lips.
Andrew's initial reluctance was overcome by passion. He wasn't quite sure what he should do. That same voice he had heard when looking for John returned.
"Suck on his nipples. I always loved that."
What good was hearing voices if you ignored them? Andrew began sucking on one nipple and then the other. He was rewarded with a shiver through his friend's body.
Andrew moved his way downward. He jumped out of bed and turned the bedside lamp on. If he was only going to do this once he wanted to see what was happening. He helped John lose his boxers. He dropped his briefs to the floor.
Andrew looked at John's dick from all angles. Then he sucked first one ball and then the other into his mouth. He noticed the difference between the orbs. Finally he licked his way up John's hard shaft and placed his lips around the head.
John moaned. His first blowjob may have been from a guy but it felt amazing. Andrew was on his knees; his dick within John's reach. John wrapped his hand around Andrew's hard dick and began those age-old motions that bring pleasure. With the additional stimulation Andrew picked up the pace.
Andrew sensed that John was getting close.
"Just this once, right?" Andrew asked.
"Just this once." John answered.
Andrew once again left the bed and returned with Vaseline. He applied an ample amount to both John and himself. Andrew had tried a variety of items. He wanted to try the real thing. He straddled John and slowly lowered himself onto his friend. It took a couple of tries but soon John was buried deep inside Andrew's ass.
"Don't move or I will come." John said panting. The pause was appreciated by Andrew as he grew accustomed to the fleshy invader. This was so much better than anything else he had tried.
Finally after what seemed like forever John pushed his dick upward. Taking his cue from John, Andrew began slowly sliding on the dick inside of him. On one deep thrust John hit Andrew's prostate. Andrew began shooting his load on John's chest and stomach.
Feeling the spasms of Andrew's orgasm, John filled his friend with his seed. Andrew bent down and kissed his friend. One final time Andrew left the bed, this time to get a damp washcloth and towel. With the evidence of their loving removed, Andrew once again laid his head on John's chest. John took great comfort from the warm naked body that pressed against him. Andrew cupped his friend's balls in his hands.
"John, why does one ball feel so much different than the other?" Andrew asked.
"One of them was damaged by a crazy lady with a wicked looking clamp. They had to replace it with a rubber ball." John joked.
"No one has been brave enough to tell me yet. Don't say anything. I want to see who will have the balls to finally spill the beans." John hadn't planned the pun but he thought it was funny.
The next morning John wasn't sure what to do. Andrew's family was going out of town. He looked out the window and all the cars were in his family's driveway. John realized he was weary of never knowing how his father was going to react to situations. He was tired of being beat on by strangers and family alike.
John couldn't hide out at his grandmother's house. She was next door. The last time he had seen Frank he mentioned he and Brent would be in Logan for the week. He didn't want to make Mark look bad with the Terrions.
It was go-home or go-to-Bob's. Andrew's parents were more than willing to provide transportation. This time they waited until Bob answered the door.
Bob was clad only in a bathrobe. With Trevor naked in his bed upstairs this wasn't great timing.
"I didn't know you would be entertaining." John apologized. He quickly outlined his dilemma.
Bob eyes kept shifting upwards, thinking of the hunk in his bed.
"I have a proposition for you. If you give me a temporary place to stay, I will do a painting of the two of you." John could see the look of interest grow in Bob's eyes and then fade.
"You are going to have to think of me not as a thirteen year old patient but as a professional artist." John reached out his hand to seal the deal.
Trevor was a bit more reticent, but was finally swayed.
"Showing or not showing?" John asked. "I would suggest not then you can hang it most anyplace."
John penned out a quick contract giving Bob and Trevor full rights for the finished image, for compensation received. Trevor didn't notice or at least didn't mention the loophole John usually left. John retained ownership of all preliminary sketches.
The men lay on the bed, limbs interlocked, deep in a passionate kiss. John rearranged an arm here and a leg there, barely hiding their manhoods. He artfully crumpled the sheets. Using the large pad he left here for his sessions, John began.
Digging through his kit he found the shades of watercolor he would need. He added the depth of color and shadow. The image centered on the men, surrounded by the crumpled pale sheets fading out to white. Even though the men had stretching and bathroom breaks they hadn't realized how exhausting holding a pose, even a kiss could be.
With a flourish it was signed, "John L."
John had talked while he worked. He started with his fears of the night, especially the previous night's interaction with his father.
"I really love him, but I'm not sure how much more I can handle. If he has damaged my paintings I'm going to sue the bastard." John's anger was beginning to show through his thinning patience.
Trevor had an idea. It started with a call to the surgeon and a quick trip to the hospital. After a set of x-rays the surgeon traded the cast for a brace. A wheelchair was exchanged for a walker. John still had to take it easy but he could now shower on his own and be more self-reliant. Both were necessary conditions if Trevor's plan was going to work.
Bob called Mark to see how John was handling things.
"He spent the night at his friend's house. I haven't seen him yet today." Mark answered.
"He hasn't had any more episodes about going out at night?" Bob asked.
"No he is doing just fine." Bob's trained ear noticed the uncertain pauses in their conversation. A disappointed Bob agreed to try Trevor's proposal. While Bob had attended to John's needs Trevor had been on the phone with University Housing followed by a face-to-face visit with Vice-Provost Terrion. There was a quick trip to the department store for necessities.
Saturday evening, John found himself in a private room in the dorms at the college. John was next door to the dorm parent's. Students generally preferred not to be under the watchful eye of the adults in the building. They were filled in on John's needs and the Vice-Provost himself asked them to keep a special eye out for him. John would have to do his own laundry and keep his room clean. He had managed just fine during the summer.
Bob's call stirred the pot at the Litchfield's home. Mark finally gave into the pressures of the women in his life and went over to check on John only to find an empty house.
Mark walked in the door angry and cursing his son.
"You've lost your boy again. That's four times since Valentine's Day." Mark's mother pointed out. "Each time triggered by your overreacting and anger. He has an income. The day will come he will choose not to come home."
"He is my son and he will do what I tell him!" Mark shouted.
Just then the doorbell rang. A county sheriff stood at the door.
"Mark Litchfield?" The officer asked waiting for an answer. He handed Mark an envelope. "You have been served."
The officer didn't answer any questions. He turned and left.
Mark opened the envelope and started shouting. "They can't do this? I have rights." He threw the papers to the floor. Grandma Litchfield picked them up and quickly scanned the documents.
"I think he has chosen not to come home. You have abused your son once too often. You are not allowed to approach him without an officer of the court present."
Mark stood looking helpless. "What are we going to do?"
Ruth finally stood up for herself. "We are doing nothing. You are going to spend a lot of time with your therapist and get straightened out."
The Litchfield matriarch packed her bags, John's finished artwork, and art supplies into her car. Ruth packed John's clothing and Teddy. When she walked out the front door she carried two large suitcases; one for John and one for herself.
Two cars pulled away from the house. Mark fell into his recliner shell-shocked.
The phone rang. Mark picked it up hoping for good news.
"Mark. I need to see you in my office at 8:00 on Monday morning." This was Brother Terrion in his role of Vice-Provost.
Mark tried calling his lawyer, Trevor. There was no answer. He next called Bob.
Trevor answered the phone. When Mark explained his predicament Trevor said he had a copy of the paperwork. It was going to be up to Mark if he was going to get his family back.
Bob agreed to see Mark on Sunday morning at his office.
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