Date: Thu, 10 Mar 2011 00:34:55 -0800
From: h.schreiber@hushmail.com
Subject: Rock and a Hard Place Chapter 4

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Rock and a Hard Place
Chapter 4
Rapture

	Having successfully achieved his first intentional erection,
William was thoroughly satisfied. However, with mission accomplished it was
time to move on to the next objective. He swung his legs off the bed and
swiveled down onto his knees. "Let's pray now," he said flatly and looking
over at me. "You indicated a willingness to join me in my supplication."

	"Umm, okay. But, shouldn't you get dressed first?"

	"Why?" William asked looking uncertain.

	"Well, I'm no expert on praying, but it seems a little weird to try
and talk to God without pants and while popping a boner."

	William looked down at his shrinking erection and then over at me
with a continued quizzical look. "Why would that matter to God?"

	"Well, I guess if you say so, but didn't even Adam and Eve put fig
leaves over their private parts? I think I remember something like that in
the story," I said.

	"That was the tempter destroying their innocence."

	"Oh, well if you're okay with praying like that, who am I to
judge?" I offered. "So do I need to do anything here? I can keep my clothes
on right?" I asked, being a bit of a smartass. He seemed to ignore my
sarcasm.

	"Kneel beside me, bow your head and pray silently for whatever you
want to express to God for yourself. Then please ask God to bless me that I
may be able to accept His will as it may unfold tomorrow. Ask also, if it
is possible, for the granting of my prescient desire to retain my injured
testicle. Then say Amen aloud, so that I know you are finished. I will then
verbalize my supplication so that you may listen. You may say Amen again,
when I finish," he explained.

	I did as he instructed and knelt next to him. He slid over close
enough for our arms to touch. I clasped my hands, threading the fingers
together as he was doing, leaning over the bed on our elbows. I bowed my
head and closed my eyes. In my mind I began, "Dear God, I don't even know
if you exist but William tells me you do, and I'm finding out he knows a
lot more than I figured. Anyway, if you do exist, my friend William really
needs your help right now." Sudden warmth spread from my breast through my
entire body. It was a physical experience. It was similar to an orgasm but
less abrupt and more peaceful. It lingered and left me unable to continue
for a moment. "Dear God, William's been going through some really bad shi
... oh, wow, sorry. I mean he's been going through some really bad
experiences. He wants me to ask you to please let him keep his injured
nut. Can you help him with that?" Peaceful warmth spread from my breast
again and I reveled in the experience. Tears were squeezing out from the
corners of my closed eyelids, not from sadness but from overwhelming joy
and peace.

	In my mind, I heard voice of sorts, "I know. William is my child
and I love him. I will take care of him. You can help me do so." As these
words formed themselves in my mind, a third and more powerful sensation
filled me. I felt as if I were lying all alone and naked on a warm sandy
beach with the sun warming every inch of me. A smile involuntarily spread
across my face and I ignored the increasing flow of trickling tears down my
cheeks.

	"Umm, thanks," I silently and sincerely thought, then added aloud,
"Oh yeah, Amen."

	"Amen," repeated William. I looked over at him but he remained in
his praying position so I returned to mine. "Father, who art in
heaven. Hallow it be thy name. Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done. I give
thee thanks for my daily bread. I thank thee for a roof overhead. I thank
thee for my kind mother. I thank thee for the gift of life. Dear God, I
thank thee profusely for sending ..." His voice broke and I felt him
tremble. "Thank you for sending Kyle to help me. Forgive my
trespasses. Forgive my foolishness. Grant me strength to acquiesce to thy
will. If it be possible, please God ..." He shuddered and whimpered
softly. I reached across his shoulder with my left arm and hugged his bony
frame against the side of my strong, developed chest. He regained some
composure and continued, "Please indulge my plea to retain my injured
testicle and rectify the deformity of my penis. Please make me a whole and
normal boy. Guide the skilled hands of the physician; let thy thoughts be
his thoughts. But most paramount Father, may thy will be done. Amen."

       "Amen." I was so affected, I began crying softly along with
him. Neither of us moved for some time. I relished the warm glow lingering
in my soul. Slowly, we looked into each other's eyes. I felt something for
William like I had never felt for anyone before. It was ... compassion, yes
but more than that. It was ... love. Not love like "I love hanging out with
the Screw Crew," or "love you dad" as I rush out the door, and definitely
not like "I love Snickers bars." It also wasn't sexually charged, lustful
love by any means. It was pure love, love that has no adequate words in our
language to describe, not even in William's ridiculous vocabulary. It was
that same love I just felt warming my soul during my first prayer and
throughout William's prayer. I smiled kindly and William wiped the tears
from his pale, hollow cheeks and smiled appreciatively back. Words lacked
but were unnecessary anyway.

       "It'll be okay," I finally offered. "Whatever happens tomorrow
happens, but it will be okay. I'm here for you, man. So is God."

       "Assuredly. Merci."

       "How about you get dressed in your PJ's and we'll work on our debate
file and argument plan for a couple hours then go to bed early. I think we
both need some sleep."

       "Yes, provident plan." He stood, gathered his pants, underwear,
shoes and socks and walked naked from the waist down to the guest room down
the hall. His crooked dick swayed from side to side. I took the chair away
that had been blocking the door and set it next to mine at the desk. When
he returned, we worked on consolidating and categorizing our respective
evidence files. I noticed how the PJ's hung on his skinny frame. The
process went surprisingly smooth. His language didn't seem to annoy me as
much as it had before and I managed to curb my usage of bad words for his
sake.

       After a very productive hour, I asked "You want something to eat?
I'm starved and I'm not wrestling tomorrow, so I might as well enjoy
myself."

       "No, thank you. The broth I consumed previously is my full allotment
pending my early morning surgery, but you certainly may indulge without
me."

       "Okay, well I'll be right back then." I headed to the kitchen. Mom
hadn't prepared any kind of meal for me since dad was at the hospital and
she was entertaining. Her meal was over and the saviors of the spotted
whatever had moved to the living room for coffee and strategic planning. I
swooped into the dining room and scooped up a generous helping of spinach
quiche and mixed veggies and took it to the kitchen to nuke it. The ladies
had apparently outdone each other in taking small portions, so there was
plenty left for me. I got in the cupboard and grabbed a tortilla, spread
peanut butter and grape jelly on it and rolled it up into a PB&J burrito
for dessert. I love those. I poured a glass of milk and decided to just eat
it in the kitchen so I wouldn't tempt poor William. I stuck my plate and
glass in the dishwasher and rushed back upstairs.

       "Consider this for an affirmative argument outline," proposed
William handing me a well designed step by step approach to the
topic. After a few suggestions and tweaks, which William gracefully
accepted, we agreed in principle on our approach and in no time had a draft
outline laid out.

       "The rest of the debate planning can wait. Heck, you've done most of
the work we need already anyway," I said. "You're a great partner. How
'bout we get ready for bed, brush our teeth and you can sleep in here with
me tonight and we can talk a while."

       "Okay," agreed William without much expression. He packed the
documents into his case and left the room. I wondered what kept his PJ
bottoms up since he had the flattest ass I'd ever seen. I cleaned up my
desk and packed my own case and then quickly pulled the covers of my double
bed down. I stripped my shirt off and peeled off my socks. I shed my pants
and put everything into the dirty clothes hamper. I normally slept in
boxers, but I knew William was in the button up PJ's, so it seemed out of
place for me to be so nearly naked. I was excited and nervous and didn't
really know why. It had been one strange night already, but with William
around strange was normal.

       I rifled through my drawer and found a pair of wrestling warm-ups
and snapped them over my lower torso. I grabbed a t-shirt and pulled it
on. I looked in the mirror and then pulled it off, folded it and replaced
it in the drawer. I reexamined myself in the mirror and flexed. I headed to
the bathroom where I found William already in process of brushing his teeth
and joined him. As we stood staring into the long mirror over the marble
counter, our eyes shifted to and from each other's reflection. He was tall
enough that if he were naked, I could easily see his dick and balls in the
mirror, I thought to myself.

       "You're gonna rub all the enamel off your teeth if you keep
scrubbing them like that," I chastened. This seemed to startle him out of
his trans-like assault on his choppers and he held his brush out and stared
at it for a minute. Sometimes he would be so intense about whatever he was
focused on.

       Following the rinse and spit ritual, we walked silently to my
bedroom. Sam thumped his tail several times when we entered. I waited for
William to slide into bed and move toward the wall then I turned off the
light and made my way to bed. The cool sheets felt nice against my bare
chest and back. I regretted a bit having to wear the annoying warm-ups. I'd
never shared a bed with another human. At least not that I remembered. I'm
not sure if I ever climbed in bed with my parents as a really little kid. I
doubted they would allow it. Dig thought it was gay to sleep in the same
bed, and Bodie had always wanted to sleep on the floor under blankets like
if we were out camping whenever we had sleepovers together over the
years. I rolled over and looked at William.

       He rolled to his side and looked at me. "You okay?" I asked.

       "Yes."

       "Scared?"

       "Appreciably."

       "It'll be alright."

       "Undoubtedly, I trust in God."

       "William, I'm sorry I've been a jerk to you before."

       "Okay." He attached no emotion.

       "William, tell me about God. Do you get a warm feeling when you pray
to him?"

       "You refer to the rapturous sensations? Yes, intermittently I
do. Not universally."

       William smiled and his eyes bore into my soul. We connected on a new
plane. I don't know when the conversation ended; it just faded into sleep
eventually. Before it did, however, we talked of God, our lives, our fears,
our hopes. We shared things from some dark and dangerous corners of our
souls. I held back certain things of course, and I could tell he did
likewise. But, I certainly spilled more of my locked up psyche with him
that night than I had with anyone, including Dig and Bodie, and certainly
more than I ever did with my parents. In actuality, I realized how shallow
my friendship with my friends really was. We all participate in the Screw
Crew for what we get out of it personally, not for what we give back to
each other. My parents share a household with me, but we never hold
meaningful conversation. William had very few inhibitions in sharing what
he thought and believed. He was painfully blunt and literal. He was
refreshingly as innocent as a young child in many ways.

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       The nightstand demon screeched at me until I swatted at
it. Reluctantly, I sat up and recognized something was out of place. I had
awakened differently than I had fallen asleep. It occurred to me, I was
completely naked though I knew I'd gone to bed with warm-ups and boxers
on. A cold dampness was on my left butt cheek and ball sac. I pulled the
covers down and found my pubes to be a sticky mess with a wet spot staining
my sheets underneath me. "I'll be damned," I muttered. I climbed gingerly
out of bed and retrieved my wadded up clothes from under the covers at the
bottom end. William stirred and started to roll over towards the
stain. "STOP," I warned.

       William rose up onto an elbow and rubbed the sleep from his
eyes. "What is the matter?"

       "I guess it was my turn to have a sweet dream and you almost rolled
over into the mess I left," I answered honestly. William focused on the
large dark spot and up to my dangling genitals and matted pubic hair.

       "Oh, I see." He pushed the covers off of him and carefully
maneuvered over my stain. I must have creamed my bed just before waking
because the smell of it was strong enough to detect still. I regretted
being unable to recall even the slightest detail of the accompanying dream.

       "What is the normal frequency of your nocturnal emissions?" asked
William as if he were conducting a medical survey.

       "Dude, this is the first one in forever. I think I was thirteen the
last time I had one," I replied.

       "Oh, my pattern is generally bi-monthly," offered William, answering
a question I never asked.

       "That's because you don't jack-off. Wanna shower together? It'll
save time because I didn't really think about both of us needing a shower
when I set the alarm."

       "Yes, if you desire."

       I didn't bother dressing and just grabbed some clean boxers to put
on after our shower. While William undressed, I got the water started and
took a quick piss. William sat down and urinated after I finished while the
toilet was still refilling. I climbed in and started washing the dream
induced goo off my goods. The attention to them gave me a semi, which
William stared at as he stepped into the shower with me. His dick hung
limply, displaying the drastic curvature that would hopefully get fixed
later in the day. The small bush of jet black hair above his dick started
to droop under the water spray. I commented on the significant reduction in
the swelling of his damaged nut. It was still badly discolored, however.

       "May I touch your partially erect penis? I am extremely curious
regarding the tactile sensation involved," he asked as though he were
asking to borrow a pencil or some other small favor.

       This really caught me off guard. The idea of being touched by
another guy was at once exciting and frightening. It was definitely a step
toward the side of me that troubled my thoughts. But it didn't seem in the
least bit gay the way William seemed to mean it. It was more like innocent
show and tell between a couple little kids. "Just out of curiosity, right?"
I finally asked.

       "Most certainly, as I expressed my purpose to you."

       "Alright. Go ahead, I guess." I watched as he reached out
unhesitatingly and grasped my penis between his fingers. He pressed along
the length of it examining it closely. With his other hand, he grasped his
own penis and fingered it at the same time, looking curiously from mine to
his and back to mine again. When he reached the curvature portion of his,
he pressed harder into the flesh of mine and I reacted with a surge. When
he reached and touched the sensitive bit of skin under the head, my dick
began bobbing to full erection. "It feels pretty nice having someone else
touch it," I admitted. I reflected on the undeniably fun experience of
touching his the night before when I taught him how to get an erection.

       "Yes, I made an identical observation last evening as you tutored me
on proper masturbation technique."

       "Do you want me to rub it for you now while you rub mine?" I
asked. It just sort of came out. I remembered how uncomfortable he had been
just being seen by me that first night. I thought about how he never
touched himself before and now I was suggesting he should let me touch
him. I regretted saying it. But then again, he had just proposed feeling up
my boner, and to be honest, I was really curious what it would be like to
jack him all the way off with that curve in his dick. I knew I may never
ever have a chance to feel such a unique dick again.

       He hesitated with a definite look of turmoil on his face. This was
apparently a line to be crossed for him as well as it was for me. Yesterday
at the doctor was clinical and embarrassing. Last night with me was
educational and a necessity. Here, now was all about pleasure and
indulgence. He released my boner and stared at his own limp member in
serious thought. To my shock and surprise, he turned and leaned against the
beige, tiled wall and simply said, "Yes, please."

       I felt a chill in spite of the hot water splashing over me. I leaned
back against the smooth tile next to him and reached slowly over with my
left hand and gripped his deformed dick. I worked it slowly and he reached
across and took mine in his full fist rather than just between his thumb
and fingers as he had earlier done. He copied my actions and began slowly
moving my skin up and over the head of my dick. I blew out a long
breath. The sensation was overwhelming to feel my favorite toy in the hands
of another person. Experiencing what I'd guiltily fantasized about for so
many years, thrilled me. I felt the blood flow into his penis and swell in
my hand. The soft curve became a rigid sharp curve away from me but the
excitement and thrill of handling his dick rekindled from the prior
night. This time, I wanted to make him cum. He grimaced and grunted a bit.

       "Does it hurt?" I asked.

       "Yes. Somewhat," he responded.

       "I'm sorry. Should I quit?" I was disappointed but let go.

       "No, persist," answered William surprisingly.

       I took it back up and stroked it. I reached down, retrieved and
awkwardly opened the bottle of conditioner with my right hand then poured a
nice glob onto his skinny, bent, four-inch dick and my much thicker five
and a half inch bone. Our hands began sliding smoothly over the entire
length of our tingling erections. I began panting and William's legs
started to quiver. He was staring at my stroking efforts on his dick and
making soft little grunts, "mm, mm, mm."

       As sudden as the explosion of a dozen M-80 firecrackers, there was a
sharp rap on the bathroom door. My father's voice boomed out, "Kyle, you
need to get out of the shower now. William has to be on time for his pre-op
exam. Don't make us late." We simultaneously jumped. My heart leapt up into
my throat. Panic gripped us both and we froze mid stroke. "Please don't
open the door?" I thought to myself. I knew it was left unlocked. William
started to speak, I assume to apologize as he was so quick to do with
adults, but I clasped my right hand over his mouth and said, "Okay,
sorry. I was just about to finish up." I held my breath until I heard my
father's voice again, further down the hall, say to William's closed guest
room door, "William, finish dressing and come downstairs. Don't forget to
bring your insurance information."

       I blew out my stale breath and released William's mouth. "That was
fu ... freakin' close." I was trembling.

       William just looked at me uncertainly. I released his erection and
pulled away from his grasp of my dick, which had already drooped some over
the scare of detection. I jumped out and grabbed two towels. William turned
the water off and stepped out, accepting the offered towel.

       He took the towel but also my arm. "Please, may we hurriedly
complete the operation?" His eyes were pleading and his erection was still
full.

       "Alright, but how about I just do you. Its probably gonna be a while
before you can do anything after today."

       "If ever," added William, lip quivering. I closed the toilet lid and
sat on it. I positioned his bony hips in front of me with his odd dick at
eye level. I grasped it with my right hand and began rubbing it, but the
conditioner was mostly gone. I stretched into the shower and got the
slippery bottle and added a blob to his dick.

       I rubbed it furiously and became quickly adept at making the 90
degree curve, careening up over the bright red dickhead and whisking my
hand back down to the base. Immediately, he was making the little "mm, mm,
mm," sounds again and clenching his fists. His legs and ass cheeks started
shaking and his soft moans sped up. "Ohhhh," he called out as he shot a
stream of cum onto the marble countertop to the left of us. A second small
spurt escaped and then I slowed my pace as the rest of his small load
dribbled out. William reached out and steadied himself on my shoulders. His
breathing was short and as I squeezed the last drops from his shrinking
staff, he said, "I'm sorry to have prevailed upon you. That was sinfully
selfish of me. Forgive me." He stepped away. His face was severely blushed
and he averted his gaze. It was such an unexpected reaction and was
extremely awkward; I didn't even know what to say to him.

        We dried quickly, rubbed some pit wax on and raced to our rooms to
dress. I was still trembling slightly as I pulled on a pair of beige pants
and the black and orange team polo shirt with the cougar logo on front and
"Grapplers" stitched beneath it. I got my shoes and socks on and went into
the guest room. William was just finishing tucking in his dress shirt. I
pulled the covers of the guest bed down and mussed up the pillows.

       "Why did you do that?" William asked.

       "I don't want my parents, especially my mom, to know we slept
together or showered together. I don't want them to get any wrong ideas."

       "Regarding your homosexual tendencies?" William asked bluntly.

       "Really? Did you just call me a homo?" I asked. Subdued anger was
bubbling up inside me. "Remember who started it all last night and who just
asked me jack him off in the shower!"

       William didn't say anything for a time, acting fearful. Finally he
said, "I apologize for my rash misjudgment and offensiveness."

       I pushed past him and rushed down the stairs. I grabbed a banana and
my book bag and said "Let's go."

       "Do you have a meet today?" My father asked me, apparently noticing
my shirt.

       "Yeah, my team's wrestling at Jefferson today." I said, not lying
but not being completely honest.

       William arrived at that moment and we headed to the garage. No one
spoke as we traveled in dad's Mercedes. I sat in the back seat and William
had shotgun. He kept shooting furtive glances in my direction with a
distraught look on his face. I was consumed with denials of his blatant
accusation, or was it an observation? Under my breath, I whispered with my
eyes closed, "Dear God, help me." The warm peaceful sensation spread
through my body again. All the anger, fear, and tension fled from the warm
glow. I opened my eyes and looked at William. I smiled and winked. His
expression relaxed and a relieved smile crossed his lips. He turned and
settled comfortably back into the leather seat.

       When we arrived at my school, I asked my dad to wait just a
second. I pushed my door shut and walked around to William's window. My
father rolled it down for him and I pulled off the plastic mood ring from
my right hand. Dig, Bodie and I had all gotten matching mood rings from a
dispenser at the county fair last summer and we had worn them ever since as
part of the Screw Crew symbolism. "Wear this today for good luck. It's my
Screw Crew mood ring. When you get scared, you can rub it and remember
you've got a friend who cares. I do it sometimes."

       "That is a magnanimous gesture, Kyle." He smiled broadly and said,
"Thank you and I do apol ..."

       "Uh, uh, uh. No apologies. Good luck today." Looking past him, I saw
my dad smiling equally as wide as William was. William held up his right
hand and I slipped it over his slender, bony ring finger.

       "Maybe you better wear it on your middle finger," I suggested. I was
afraid it would fall off his ring finger. He swapped it over and I made a
fist and we bumped knuckles. "It's all good, dude. Me and God got your
back."

       "God and I," corrected William, smiling.

       "Get outta here. Bye dad." I said with small shove to William's
shoulder and a little wave at my dad.

       "Have a good day, son," my father replied as he held the button to
raise the window.

       "So much for the silent treatment," I thought to myself as I watched
them drive off. I felt good inside. I felt better inside and about myself
than I had in a very long time.

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