Date: Tue, 11 Mar 2003 18:33:00 -0800 (PST)
From: No Label <zero78245d@sbcglobal.net>
Subject: Donny - Chapter 26

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Donny - Chapter 26


    I could hear someone calling my name very softly.  but it wasn't loud
enough for me to recognize the voice.

    "Donny.  Donny."

    I turned around and there was Deke, a smile on his face and his eyes
looking sad.

    "Deke, what's wrong?"

    "Donny.  Donny"

    "Deke, tell me what's wrong."

    "Donny.  Donny."

    Suddenly Deke's face transformed into a hideous grimace of hate.  I saw
his arm raise, and the flash of steel coming down straight at me.

    I screamed, "Deke, no."

    I sat up straight in the bed, sweat dripping from my chin.  Sweating,
but cold as ice.  I heard Dad footsteps running from his room.  He came
around the corner and straight to my bed.

    "Donny, son.  Are you okay?"

    "Oh, Dad.  It was so real.  Deke was right in front of me, and he,
he..."  I held my arms out and Dad rushed to hold me tight.  I buried my
face in his chest.  I felt so cold, and I couldn't stop shivering.

    "Sshhh.  Sshhh.  It's okay now, son.  Just a bad dream.  You're here
with me now, nice and safe."

    Dad Held me tight and rocked me back and forth, kissing the top of my
head.  His warm body felt so good next to my cold skin.

    "There, there, now.  It's okay, my baby.  I've got you now, safe and
sound."

    Suddenly I couldn't remember what the dream was about.  I just knew
that it scared the shit out of me.  I didn't want to let go of Dad ever
again.  I started to relax a little in those strong arms and I felt my
eyelids droop.

    Dad laid me back down and brushed the hair back from my face.  He
kissed my forehead.  "Back to sleep now, son.  That's it, nice and easy.  I
love you."

    I felt his weight shift on the bed to get up, and I didn't want him to
leave.  I needed his warmth, his love.

    I quickly reached out and grabbed his arm.  "Don't go, Dad.  Please?
Stay with me?"

    "Sure, son."

    Dad stretched out on my bed beside me and pulled me close to his body.
I kissed his cheek, then snuggled my head into his shoulder.


    Sunlight glinted right in my eyes.  Damn, I need to get that curtain
rearranged.  Hey, who's arm do I have wrapped against my chest?  Oh, Dad.
He's still asleep.  Damn, he must be cold laying on top the covers like
that.  Hmmm.  Look at that.  He gets morning wood just like me.  Damn, his
penis is beautiful.  So big and strong looking.  And lots of pubes too.
But it looks like he trims them.  Looks neat.  Hope I get lots like him.
He sure looks peaceful.  And handsome, even beautiful.  Wonder what his
dick feels like.  Maybe just a little touch.  Mmmmm.  So hard, yet so soft.
Man, just looking at he makes me want him so bad.  Bet he would feel good
inside me.  Yeah, he's still sleeping.  I know his dick likes my hand
because I can see a drop of precum glistening at the tip.  Maybe it will
like my love hole even more.  Yeah, if I hold it up straight, I can sit
right on it.  Then, once it is inside me and he wakes up, he will know then
how much I love him.  Easy now, don't wake him too soon.  Squat over him
real easy now, yeah.  I can feel his hardness now at my entrance.  Rub a
little to spread the slick.  Aahh, now down slowly, easy now.  Shit, it
hurts.  Must have shrank at little since the last time Dad, my old dad,
fucked me.  Mmm, that feels better now.  Just take it slow and easy.  Hmmm.
Dad must be liking this cause he's starting to smile.  Ah, his eyes are
opening.

    "Shit!  Donny!"  He grabbed me and threw me to the side so hard I
almost hit the wall.  "What the..." and jumped up off the bed.

    He doesn't want me.  He hates me.  I pissed him off now.  He's gonna
beat me for sure.  I curled up tight, waiting for the first blow.  I knew
it would be the worst because that one would start the pain.  After that I
can shut it out, but that first one always hurt.  Come on, what are you
waiting for?  Hit me.

    I can feel his weight on the bed again.  Must be getting closer for the
punch.  Squeeze tighter, and don't cry.  That just makes it worse.  Hit me
so I can go off to that other place.


Tom's POV

    I can't believe what just happened, that my dick was half way into
Donny's butt!  Oh, it felt so good, but my god!  What have I done?

    What have I done?  Look at him!  Shit, he looks so scared!  I didn't
hurt him, did I?  Oh Lordy, please don't have let me hurt him.  I knelt on
his bed and took his tightly curled body into my arms.

    "I'm so sorry Donny.  I'm so sorry.  Did I hurt you, son?  Please, tell
me, did I hurt you?"

    I started kissing every part of his body that wasn't wrapped up tight,
the back of his head, his neck, his shoulders.

    "Oh, Donny.  You startled me.  I'm sorry if I hurt you.  Please, son,
please.  Did I hurt you?"

    I felt his body start to uncurl, and his head slowly raised up.  He
wrapped his arms around my neck and pushed his face into my shoulder.

    "I'm sorry, Daddy.  Please don't hit me."

    "No, son.  I'm not going to hit you.  You startled me, and I was afraid
that I hurt you."

    "I'm sorry, Daddy.  I just wanted to show you how much I love you."

    "Oh, Donny.  That is not the way to show me.  And you don't have to
show me, I know you love me.  But that is not the way, son."

    "Oh, Daddy, I'm sorry.  But..."

    I started kissing his words away.  I had hoped that maybe he was
further along in his recovery, but obviously I was wrong.  Or maybe Deke's
death caused him to have a set back.  But now I had to get him started in
the right direction again.

    "Son, do you really want to show me how much you love me?"

    Donny slowly lifted his head and looked into my eyes, a smile starting
to lift the corners of his mouth.  "Yeah, Dad.  Can we...ah...I?"

    "Then I will tell you how you can show your love so that I will never
have any doubts about it.  Do you want to hear?"

    "Oh, yes please.  Tell me, Daddy."

    "Okay, put some shorts on and come out to the living room."

    The smile was quickly replaced with a wondering frown.  "Uh, okay, Dad.
But..."

    "Shorts, then living room."  I set him on his feet with a light tap on
his bare globes.  Then I went to my room and grabbed a pair of shorts for
myself.  I met Donny at the end of the hall.

    "Come."

    I took Donny's hand and led him over to the recliner.  We quickly sat
in our usual snuggling positions.

    Donny looked up at me with questions itching to jump out of his mouth.
I bent over and placed a feathery kiss on his lips.

    "Are you ready?"

    Donny got a dreamy look as his eyelids dropped to half slits.  He
reached for my cock through the fabric of my shorts.  I gently pulled his
hand off and up to my mouth for a kiss before returning it to his side.

    "Let me tell you how you can show me love the way I want it.  Okay?"

    "Okay, Dad."

    "Now, first, I want as many of these as you can spare every day."  I
hugged him tight.  "And these whenever you want."  And I kissed his
forehead.  "If you are really daring then this."  I kissed his lips again.
Then a quick little poke into his side, just enough for a giggle.  "That
all the time.  Can you handle that so far?"

    Donny grinned, hugged, kissed one cheek, kissed the other cheek, then
proceeded to lay a long, hot, hungry one on me.  Where in the hell did he
learn to kiss like that?

    "That right so far?"

    "Whew, yeah.  Although next time it would be nice if you left my lips
attached to my face, Mr Hoover."

    "Huh?"

    Duh, guess he's too young. "Hoover vacuum cleaner."

    Donny giggled and turned bright red.  "Good, then, huh?"

    "Yeah, you kiss good.  Where did you learn to kiss like that?"

    "Uh, well, I guess from Nifty stories.  That told me how to start, and
the rest just came natural."

    "Well, don't lose that natural talent, son.  It will serve you well in
the future."

    "Only for you, Dad."

    "Ah, we'll see."

    "So when do we get to the good stuff?"

    "Good stuff?  Oh, okay.  Good stuff, huh.  Let's see.  How about doing
well in school, and making good friends and treating them right, and not
giving me any grey hairs?"

    "Aw, Dad.  I'm talking about sex.  When can we have sex?"

    Shit, no beating around the bush for my boy.

    "Donny, I can't have sex with you.  I told you before, you're too
young, and now you are my son."

    The smile disappeared in a flash, and he twisted around to look me
straight in the eye.  You could almost hear the wheels grinding away in his
head.  Slowly a sly smile returned to his face.

    "Okay, Dad."

    That was way too easy.

    "Okay, spill it.  What's going on in that devious little mind of
yours?"

    The smile turned smug.

    "Nothing."

    "Come on, Donny.  I know better than that.  What idea have you dreamed
up?"

    "You'll find out at the right time."  This smugness turned serious.
"Just wait.  But don't ever think that I don't love you...maybe more than
you know."  He then squeezed me tight, softly kissed my mouth, and laid his
head again on my shoulder.

    Now what the hell did he mean by that?  And when did he become so
mysterious?  So adult-like?

    We sat in silence, each wrapped in our own thoughts.  But soon the boy
returned.

    "Ah, Dad?"

    "Yes, son."

    "What's for breakfast?"

    We spent the rest of the day together, usually touching.  It seemed
like neither one of us wanted to lose that connection with each other.
just before bed I told Donny that he should return to school the next day
so that he wouldn't miss too much, and surprisingly he agreed without
argument.

    When he returned home from school the next day he mentioned that the
memorial assembly for Deke would be after school Friday afternoon.  I told
him that I would meet him at school so we could go together.

    Friday afternoon I showed up at the school and the office directed me
to the multi-purpose hall where most assemblies were held and the kids ate
lunch every day.  I was shocked when I walked in and it was almost full.  I
knew the class sizes here were smaller than most are used to, about 75 per
grade, but I didn't expect what looked like the entire student body to show
for this, especially after school.

    I spotted Bob and Buddy near one side of the stage and went over to
them.  Half way there Donny appeared at my side and wrapped his arm around
my waist.  After greeting the two adults I commented about how many were in
attendence.

    Buddy reminded me that most of these kids had lived all their lives
right here, and had gone to school together all the way since kindergarten.
I got a better idea of how this affected the kids when the entire program
was conducted by the students, and was closed by one of the underclassmen
who made an appeal to everyone present to not hide their feelings and talk
to their friends.  She also announced the formation of a student
counselling panel to be trained and advised by Bob that would be available
to any student who needed help.

    That weekend Donny and I both felt the need for a change of scenery so
we drove down to Corpus Christi on the Gulf coast and spent two splashy
days on the beach.  Funny, even though we were often skin on skin together
while swimming and playing Donny didn't make any more sexual advances
towards me.  Guess I had finally reached him.


TBC