Date: Mon, 26 Sep 2016 01:50:59 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jim Needs <jimneedsfor1@yahoo.com>
Subject: Jonathan's lessons Ch 5 Last chapter

Jonathan's Lessons Chapter 5 by Jim Fields

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Joe, I think they drugged us. Go get your briefs and I will show you what
to do. Once we were done in the bathroom, we both got dressed, and left. It
was painful to sit in the car. My asshole hurt like I had been fucked by a
horse, and my ass cheeks were stinging like hell. On the way home I drove
slowly because of still being under the influence of what we figured was
some sort of date rape drug.

After exchanging what happened to both of us, we found close similarities
to the nights sexual events.

Both Joe and I slept all day, sleeping the drug out of us. By the late
afternoon we finally came around, waking up hungry as hell. Although we
showered together, there was no sexual fun involved. Cleaned up, but still
hurting, we went to the cafeteria to eat. Our funds were low after paying
for books and stuff, so we were gonna have to lay low for awhile, and not
eat out so much. We had our phones turned off all day, only powering them
back up after we ate.

 Joe said, I have 4 voice messages from Mike.

Listen to them, I said, I'm curious as to what he has to say. And I'll
listen to the 5 I have from Oly. The messages from both of them started out
apologetic, then the messages got more intense with anger because we
weren't calling them back.

Joe, I think we may have a problem with these two. I'm feeling a little
nervous about it. Got any ideas about what to do?

 One thing is for sure, said Joe, I don't want anything to do with those
two.

I agree, but Mike knows where we live, and THAT makes me real nervous. Oly
told me that I was his bitch now, and said he would hurt me if I didn't
want to be.

 What does that mean exactly, Joe asked.

It means that he wants to control me, and fuck me when he wants.

 What dose it mean when they said, "till the cows come home".

I'm not sure, but I think it means fucking us all night or something like
that. Joe I'm feeling scared.  I am thinking of calling Jim and ask for his
advice. He's the only one I trust.

 Good idea, said Joe.

 Jim answered on the 3rd ring. Jonathan it's good to hear from you. How's
your college sex life going?

That's what I called you about.

 Tell me. It must be something bad if you're calling.

Yes it is Jim. I made a long story short about having sex with Joe and
Mary, but went in to more detail about what happened to us last night. So
what do you think we should do? One of the guys knows what dorm we're
in. We have a feeling that they are going to find us and force us to have
sex with them.

 What you need to do first is go to the clinic and get your ass checked. It
will be embarrassing, but it's a necessary thing to do. Promise me that you
will do it. And you need to change dorm rooms. Preferably in a different
building.

Silence from my end.

 Jonathan, promise me.

Ah, okay, but only if you don't tell my mom.

 Okay, but you go to the clinic as soon as we get done talking. Jonathan,
promise me.

Ok, ok, Jim. I promise.

 Good. How's the car running?

It's still running good. No problems with it. Jim, what does it mean when
someone says "till the cows come home"?

 That's an old farm expression. Cows will go out to the pasture for the
night, then early in the morning they start making their way to the barn to
get milked. So when someone says that, they're implying an all nighter.

That's kind of what I thought it was. We made small talk after that. And
once again, he made me promise to go to the clinic.

 At Jim's place: So, what's Jonathan up to now asked Dan.

Got himself date raped, I (Jim) said.

 What happened asked Dan.

Then I told him what Jonathan had told me about the drink, the fucking, and
the blood.

Dan had spent the night with me, and giving me a good fucking as usual. It
was comfortable being with him. I needed his company since Jonathan left. I
really missed the kid since we had the sex, and our relationship changed
and with all he went thru in such a short time over his Christmas
break. His thin frame and cute butt were etched in my memory. Sometimes I
even got a tingle in my dingle when I recounted some of the things we
did. A small smile came to me when I remembered the mental picture of him
standing at the sink brushing his teeth, and his butt jiggling.

 JIM! Said Dan. Bringing me back to reality.  What do you think about my
idea.

Sorry, I was drifting. What idea is that?

 About going to where Jonathan lives and showing those two jerks not to
mess with those boys. What I'm talking about is putting the hurt on them,
and see how they like it.

I think you have a good idea Dan. Let's plan this out.

Mean while, back at Jonathan's.

I told Joe that Jim said we should go to the clinic, and get checked out.

 I don't really want to do that, said Joe.

We really should. I will be embarrassed as hell, but it's for our own
good. I mean, what if they did some damage that we don't know about? They
might even check for aids, and stuff like that.

 But I saw Mike put a rubber on.

And I saw Oly put one on too, but with being drugged, how do we know for
sure what they did?

 You got a point. Said Joe.

I know it's a hard thing to do, but we have to do it. Come on, let's do it
now before we chicken out. Jim wouldn't make me promise if there wasn't a
good reason to. So we left.

It was difficult to explain to the lady at the desk what we needed done, in
a whisper, so no one else would hear me. She gave up, and just handed us a
form to fill out, and said that we could explain it to the doctor. There
was a million questions on the 4 page form that I didn't have answers
to. Stuff that only my mom would know, and I wasn't about to call her on
this one. Then we waited, and waited, and waited some more, till finally my
name was called. Joe got up and started walking with me, then the nurse
told him to wait his turn. He was scared big time. I told the nurse that we
both had the same problem, and would it be ok if we do this together. She
took one look at Joe and saw the fear in his eyes, and agreed.

Once in the exam room, the nurse started with the questions of why we were
here. Joe and I looked at each other not really knowing where to begin. Our
stalling and confusion must have obvious to her, so she said, ok, just tell
me where it hurts.

Ah, it's our bottom sides I said.

 So you're telling me that you both have the same problem?

Yes, I answered, we do.

 And how did this same thing happen to the two of you?

It took awhile for her to drag the story out of us, then she asked us to
both drop our drawers so she could have a look.

Ah, would it be possible to have a guy doctor look at us?

 Boys, I'm a nurse. I've seen it all. You don't have anything I haven't
seen a hundred times before. But if you insist, I will get a male
doctor. Then she picked up our file and left the room.

Then we waited some more, till finally the doctor came in the room. I
immediately sensed something different about him, but couldn't figure it
out right away. When he introduced himself, then shook our hands, I
knew. This doctor was gay.

 So boys, he said, I've been told you both have the same problem with your
bottom ends. As he said this he used his fingers making quotation marks.

Yes, I said, we do.

 So drop your pants and let's have a look see. I don't know why I was
nervous about baring my bottom to a gay doctor, but I was. Was he gonna
laugh at the sight of two young guys getting reamed big time? Or would he
make some sort of sexual advance?

As we dropped our drawers, he saw the blood stained toilet paper in our
underwear. He immediately went to the phone and told the nurse to bring a
rape kit. Joe and I looked at each other like, WTF?  When the same nurse
walked in the room with a couple of small bags, we had no choice but to
accept her being there. So much for hoping we would only have a guy looking
at our asses.

 Ok gents, lean on the exam table, so I can get a look at what's going on
here. I'm going to take some samples of your blood and semen that's
there. It maybe tender to the touch, but I promise to go fast. Okay,
samples have been taken, and the nurse will take them off to the lab.

So we can go now? I asked.

 No, I'm sorry, but there's one more thing I need to do.

I almost hate to ask, but what is that?

 I need to take a peak in your colon to see what kind of damage there might
be, and we'll go from there.

Now we were both getting nervous. What do you mean, "go from there"?

 Let's just take this one step at a time, okay? Then one at a time he
spread our cheeks, and had a look see. Then the nurse walked in with a
tray. I couldn't tell what was on the tray because of the towel covering
whatever sinister instruments where on it.

 Gentlemen, said the doctor, continue staring at the wall in front of
you. You will feel a small scope entering you so I can assess the
damage. When he was done, he said, I don't think you need stitches. But you
are gonna have to take it lightly for a while.

Joe and I both looked at each other. Our eye brows were raised over the
word stitches.

The procedure wasn't to bad, and when he was done with us, he said that we
could get dressed. The nurse had left again by the time we were finished.

 So, tell me what exactly happened, he said.

We told him that what basically started out as having some guy fun, turned
into us being drugged, and getting fucked big time.

 Who did this to you?

We told him that we only had first names, but we knew where they lived.

 And what did these two guys look like? So we told him. Gentleman, he said,
those two characters are well known for doing this sort of thing, but
nobody has actually come in to get checked out. Now I the have DNA evidence
to get these guys arrested.

But we're afraid that they will come after us. And we don't want the cops
in on this. It would be embarrassing, and people will know.

 You leave me in a tight spot, he said. By law, I am to report such things
to the authorities. But I understand your delicate position. So I tell you
what. Promise me that you two won't have any anal intercourse for at least
two months. That should give your colons time to heal, and perhaps think
twice about this road of gay sex you're going down. Is that a deal?

Yes, we agreed. I think we've had our fill of that for awhile.

 Great! Now here's my card, with my personal number on it. You call me any
time if you have problems with your colon, or you just need to talk. The
nurse will give you a sheet with a special diet that will let your colons
heal faster. Basically you don't want to be eating spicy, fatty, or hard to
digest foods. And that means no pizza!

On the way out of the clinic I turned to Joe and said, no pizza?

Jim, Dan, and "Stump" drove over to see Jonathan, but only Jim talked to
Jonathan to get the address of Oly and Mike. Jonathan had no idea that Dan
and "Stump" had come along with Jim, or what the three were going to do.

The next morning saw Oly and Mike at the clinic to get themselves "checked
out". Just so happens that they got the same doctor Jonathan and Joe
had. The good doctor knew who these two were, and wasn't easy on them at
all. He told them that stitches were necessary after examining them. When
the doctor asked the two what had happened to cause this much damage, they
lied, giving him a story of how they just got carried away using a toy
bigger than they should have. The doctor wasn't buying it judging by their
low demeanor. He informed them that they would have to go to the hospital's
ER to get stitched up before they lost to much more blood.

Then the doctor said, you know gentlemen, I had two young college boys in
here last week with the same thing, only they didn't need stitches. You two
wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you? A feeble, "no doc"
is the best answer they could give with their heads hung low. I think you
do. You do know that I took semen samples from those two boys, and I took
some blood from you two. It makes me curious to see if your DNA would match
what I took from them. And if it did, I could have you arrested on rape
charges. They looked up with fear in their wide eyes. Do you two happen to
know what guys in prison do to guys like you? Let's just say that what you
have now would feel like a good time compared to what they would do to you
in prison.

So, what I'm saying here is that you will give up the practice of date
rapes. Fuck between your selves till your dicks fall off. And if I hear of
such a thing happening again, the cops will be banging on your door. Catch
my drift?

The two left the clinic with their heads hung low on the way to the local
hospital.

Several days after that, the good doctor called Jonathan to see how things
were going. Still kind of sore doc, but getting better.

 That's good to hear, said the doctor. Just keep using those medicated
suppositories like I prescribed. That will fight any infection that might
come along. And of course I don't think a reminder is needed about not
having anal sex.

No you don't. In fact I haven't even had a hardon for a couple of weeks
now.


This will be the end of Jonathan's lessons, due to health reasons. I just
don't have it in me to go further. I thank all of you that sent me feed
back.

Again, I hoped you enjoyed my writing. Comments or questions email me
jimneedsfor1@yahoo.com

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