Date: Sat, 13 Jul 2002 14:59:32 -0700 (PDT)
From: No Label <zero78245@yahoo.com>
Subject: Donny Chapter 10

This is a work of fiction and does not reflect actual events.  It is also
possible that the subject matter of the story is against the law where you
live so read at your own risk.

Please send comments, critisisms, ideas to the author at
zero78245@yahoo.com.  All comments, suggestions, or just conversation will
be welcomed

Many thanks to my editor for his patience and understanding over the last
couple chapters.  They were difficult to write, and hard to keep true to
life.  Thank you , Alienist.  I hope all turns out well.

DONNY
Chapter 10


    "Hey, Deke.  What's happening?"  I saw him sprawled across the back
bench of the bus, grinning like he had just found an old friend.  He was
dressed as usual, baggy jeans with the crotch just above his knees, a
t-shirt advertizing the latest hot grunge band, rings in both ears, a post
through one eyebrow, hair spiked to nail-like points.

    "What are you doing on this bus?  Why are you getting picked up at the
PH ranch?"

    Shit, what do I tell Deke?  I can't tell him the truth.

    "Ah, my Dad is out of town so I am staying with Tom Parker until he
gets back."

    "I didn't know your old man even knew that him.  So did he fuck your
ass yet?"

    "Huh?"

    "I heard that he's as queer as a three dollar bill.  And everyone knows
that all queers like to rape little boys.  Come on, you can tell me if he
did.  I won't tell anyone.  How did it feel?  Does your ass look like a
tunnel now?  Give me the juicy details.  Is it as good as fucking a cunt?"

    "Fuck off, Deke.  Tom hasn't touched me.  He's not like that."

    "Yeah, right." Deke sneered.

    "Knock it off, Deke, or I'll kick your ass."

    Now I was getting pissed at Deke.  How could he be so mean?  He doesn't
know Tom at all.

    "Okay, okay.  Don't get your ass feathers in a fluff.  If you don't
want to talk about it then don't.  Anyway, how long you gonna stay with the
fairy?"

    "He is not a fairy, Deke.  And don't you ever call him that again."

    "Okay, okay.  Settle down.  I was just asking."

    I took a deep breath and unclenched my fists.  Man, that Deke is a real
asshole sometimes.

    "I don't know how long I will be staying with Tom.  Whenever my Dad
gets back to town I guess.  And Tom is a nice guy."

    "Okay, okay.  Maybe even queers are nice guys.  Never met one
personally.  And don't want to either.  I am a pussy man.  So, what did you
do over the break?"

    "Yeah, a real pussy."

    "Kiss my ass.  So did you do anything?"

    "Nothing much.  Messed around a bit.  Then I had to move out to Tom's
house.  But nothing special."

    "That sucks.  Same with me though, except I had to go with the rents to
visit relatives.  That was the pits.  But I got a new ring.  Like it?"

    With that he turned and showed me his left ear.  It had a shiny new
ring over the top of the lobe.

    "Neat.  Does it hurt?"

    "Nah.  Just a little when they first shove the knife through the ear,
but they give ya a stick to bite down on so you don't scream or nothing."

    "Really?  Wow.  I don't think I want someone sticking a knife in my
ear."

    "You wuss.  Can't take a little pain, huh wimp?"

    "I can take plenty of pain, dip shit.  Ah, Deke.  Can I ask you a
question?  Kinda personal?"

    "Sure, what do you want to know.  I don't keep secrets from my friends
like someone I know."

    "He hasn't done anything to me so piss off about it.  Now, how do you
know if you love someone?  You know, not like your rents, or relatives.
But someone special."

    "Ah, looking at some special pussy, huh?  Well, let me tell you how to
handle pussy.  You know when she is the right fuck bacause everytime you
look at her, or even think about her, your dick is hard enough to drive
nails.  And if she loves you, she lets you shove all ten inches into every
hole she has anytime you want.  And when you don't want, she brings you
beer.  But if you are a real man, you always want to drill her deep.  And
slap her around a little, just to show her who's boss."

    "Oh."  I had to think about this.  That is not what I feel about Tom,
is it?  Maybe you love men different from women.  I don't know.  I know I
don't feel about him the same way as I do my dad.  Shit, I hate my dad! But
I don't remember if it is the same as how I felt about my mother.  And I
don't have any relatives that I know of.  But you don't fuck relatives, do
you?  Yeah, I would love to have sex with Tom, but I don't know about the
hitting part.  It was no fun from Dad.

    "So who you thinking about?  Some hot pussy at school, or a bitch you
met over break?"

    "No, uh, nobody you know."  Whew, that was close.  I almost said I was
thinking about Tom.

    "Uh huh.  You might as well tell me, because I'll find out sooner or
later, especially if it is one of those snotty bitches at school."

    "Snotty bitches, huh.  Guess you haven't gotten any either.  Haven't
seen you walking around with a tent in your pants."

    Deke grabbed his crotch and rubbed.  "Hey, I've gotten plenty, more
than my share.  And any time I want.  Maybe I'll tell you about them
sometime.  Shit, we're at school already."

    Luckily, since Deke was two years older than me we didn't have any
classes together, so I knew I wouldn't see him again until after school.
Good, I didn't want to hear him bad mouth Tom any more.  When I got to my
locker a note was taped to the door telling me to report to the office.
Shit, what did I do this time?

    When I entered to office the school secretary was talking on the phone.
She waved me to a chair so I dropped my books on the floor and sat.  What
the fuck is wrong?  What did I do?

    Mr. Wells, the principal, looked out his office and saw me.

    "Ah, Donny.  Come in here please."

    I walked past him into his office and he shut the door.

    "What did I do?"

    "Settle down Donny.  You haven't done anything wrong.  Sheriff Jacobs
filled me in on what is happening with you and where you are staying.  I
just wanted to tell you that if you need anything, or want to talk to
someone, my door is always open for you."

    Geez, does everyone know what has happened?  God, how embarassing.

    "Ah, thanks, Mr. Wells.  Anything else?"

    "No, I just wanted you to know that you have someplace to come if you
need help, especially here at school.  Go to your class now."

    How weird.  I sure hope that not everyone acts like that around me.
Sure makes me feel uncomfortable.

    The rest of the day passed normally.  Since I didn't really have any
friends, other that Deke, then I didn't have a bunch of questions from
everyone.  So it was another surprise when about fifteen minutes before the
end of my last period the loadspeaker announced "Donald Grimm, please
report to the office immediately."  Shit, now what?

    When I walked into the office Tom was there with a big smile on his
face.

    "Sorry I had to pull you out of class early, but I am sure you don't
mind.  That is, unless you want to spend more time in class."

    "Shi.. gosh no, Tom.  I don't mind at all."

    "Good, because we have to make a quick run up to San Antonio to see
someone.  Let's go."

    We piled into the car and drove toward the freeway.

    "So who we got to see?"

    "A friend of Doctor Bob's.  He wants to talk to you as soon as
possible.  Donny, I won't lie to you.  You have had enough of that.  This
person we are going to see is a psychiatrist.  He wants to talk to you and
see if he can help with your anger management."

    "You think I'm crazy?"

    "No, Donny.  I definitely do not think you are crazy.  But both Doctor
Bob and I think that you can use some help dealing with your issues."

    "Oh."  Damn, does Tom really think I am crazy?  That I need a head
shrinker?

    "Tom, I don't want to see no head shrinker.  I'm not a nut case."

    Tom pulled the car off the freeway into a rest area.  When he had the
car stopped he turned to me and looked me straight in the eyes.

    "Donny, I know you are not a nut case.  But you have been treated very
badly for a few years now, and I think I need some help to help you.  I am
new to this guardian thing, and have no experience raising a child.  So I
am seeking help where ever I can find it.  And Doctor Bob recommended this
guy as someone who can help both of us.  I am sorry that we couldn't talk
about this first, but his office called and wanted to see you right away.
I'm sorry this is a surprise, and I wouldn't do something like like without
talking to you first if they hadn't been in such a rush.  Tell you what.
All you need to do is say the word, and I will turn the car around and we
can go home.  I'll call them when we get home and tell them we can't come
today."

    Wow, Tom was treating me like I had never been treated before, like an
adult.  I didn't want to let him down, so I told him no, we can go see this
shrink.  Tom smiled and gave me a hug.  Boy, that sure made me feel good.

    We pulled back out onto the freeway and Tom roared up the road.  We
made San Antonio in record time I think and found the shrink's office.  It
looked like an ordinary house on the outside which made me feel better.  I
didn't want to go to no hospital, or mental place either.

    The doctor was a pretty nice guy.  First of all, he didn't say I was
crazy, so that is a plus.  He just asked me what made me angry, and how did
I feel when I was really mad, and stuff like that.  He didn't ask any dumb
questions, like when did I stop beating my dog, or did I like fucking my
sister (which I don't have anyway).  You know, stupid shit.  The kind of
questions that try to make you all mixed up and stuff.  Nothing like what
is on TV.

    Anyway, he must have liked me, because after about an hour, he offered
me a soda and said I seemed like a pretty normal boy who had been through
some unusual and stressing circumstances.  I guess I have to agree with
him.  But one thing that he said really got me thinking.  As we walked out
the door of his office he said he thought Tom was pretty nice and cared for
me a lot, and I was lucky to be staying with him.  And that I should try to
act like him and care for other people's feelings.

    Tom was waiting as we walked out and put his arm around my shoulders
like he missed me.  All of a sudden I felt a warm spot in the middle of my
chest, and had the urge to hug Tom.  So I did.  And he hugged back.

    The doctor just stood there and smiled.  He then asked if we could come
back again, but in a real funny way.  He asked, "Tune in again next week,
same bat time, same bat channel?"  I'm not sure exactly what he meant but
Tom laughed and said it was up to me.  I guess I looked kind of funny,
cause they both started laughing when they looked at me.

    Tom said that meant same time and place next week, and I could feel my
face turning red.  Tom and the doctor laughed again at that, which just
made me redder.  I told them okay, but they had to start speaking English
around me, so the doctor turned to me and said "That's phat."  It was
pretty funny, and I couldn't help myself and started laughing too.

    Tom and I were both chuckling when we reached the car.  But instead of
going around to his side, Tom turned and said that he was very proud of how
I handled myself today, and that he was honored to be with me.  Guess I
laughed too much, because a tear started to run down my cheek, and I just
had to hug him again.  I think I have figured out one thing for sure since
I have moved in with Tom.  Hugs are great!  And Tom seems to like giving
them.  And I know I like receiving them!

    We stopped by a Denny's on the way back home to have dinner, and got
home about nine.  Tom said I was still a growing boy, plus I had school
tomorrow, so off to bed.  I didn't think I was tired, but because he was
being so nice to me I didn't argue.  Funny, cause the next thing I heard
was Tom saying it was time to get up.  But I didn't feel like I wanted to
go back to sleep like I normally do.  Hmm.

    While showering I noticed a couple of short hairs at the base of my
dick.  Finally!  Actually, I got so excited that I ran out to the kitchen
yelling for Tom to look at my pubes.  Tom started to smile, but then got a
real stern look on his face.  He told me to stand still in front of him,
then he got down on his knees and looked real close at my new growth.  Then
he got up, put a hand on my shoulder and said, "Congratulations, and
welcome to the puberty club.  Think I ought to snip them off and put them
in a scrap book?"

    "Hell no!  I've waited too long for this for you to cut them off!"

    Tom just busted out laughing.  I then realized that he was just teasing
me.  That made me feel warm inside my chest and made me want to hug him.
So I did.  Only when he slapped my bare butt a minute later did I remember
that I was not only naked, but also soaking wet.  And now, so was the front
of Tom's clothes.

    As I stepped back I also noticed that my nudity had another affect on
Tom.  Seeing that caused me to bone up in an instant.  The wet shorts made
Tom's dick stand out proud, and I wrapped my hand around it.

    Now I can show my love to Tom.  Still holding on, I turned around, bent
over, and pulled his hard-as-steel rod towards my hole.


TBC...