Date: Wed, 01 Jun 2011 13:24:45 -0700
From: h.schreiber@hushmail.com
Subject: Chapter 9 of Rock and a Hard Place by Hans Schreiber (corrected)

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Rock and a Hard Place

Chapter 9

Changes

	I held onto my father for a long while. I didn't really know what
to say. I was sad about my mom leaving us, but honestly, I'd felt like she
left us years ago. She'd changed from the selfless, loving, caring mother
she had been to a selfish bitch. Suddenly, everything had to be about
her. After my dad got this big job at the hospital and started making
serious money, mom let it go to her head way bad. All she talked about was
how things looked. She put me in this stupid private school until I refused
to go any more once I got to high school age. I wanted to be with my
friends, Dig and Bodie and the other normal kids at the public high
school. It made it harder to make friends at high school because I hadn't
gone to junior high with any of them. The only ones I knew were Dig and
Bodie from sports. It did result in making me tighter with the Screw Crew.
      She wanted me to take fencing and art classes and she hated
wrestling. She even dragged me to this modern dance class once. I refused
to go back. Wrestling wasn't a refined sport in her opinion, or more
accurately, in her uppity friends' opinions and those were the only
opinions that started to count around our house. I couldn't believe the
weird kids she tried to force me into playing with. And then, along came
the phony charity crap. She got way involved in all these fringe charities
with this group of social class snobs and that was all she did or talked
about. She was constantly off doing her charity stuff after that and I was
home alone a lot. I didn't mind, though, I sort of enjoyed the
solitude. I'd run around naked sometimes just because I could. I always
kept an emergency set of shorts hidden around the house just in case I
needed them quickly. She continued to pretend to care and would call me
"sweety" and "darling" until I wanted to puke over the phoniness of it
all. Whenever we were in front of others, she would gush on me; whenever we
were alone however, she would pick at me.
      Anyway, I'd been grieving over the loss of my real mother since about
sixth grade, so I only had a little sadness left in me. I thought about
saying something like this to my dad, but decided it wasn't the time to
dump those feelings on him. Ultimately, I knew we'd be better off without
her.
      Dad talked about how much they had been in love at first and how the
job had sort of sucked him in. He didn't blame mom as much as he blamed
himself. I didn't see it that way. I felt she pushed him to do more and
make more, so she could keep spending more to buy things we didn't really
need in order to impress people we didn't even like. I didn't want all the
stuff, I just wanted us to be together and play and laugh like we used
to. I much preferred our picnics in the park, eating hotdogs and potato
salad over lobster dinners at a fancy ass restaurant where mom would
complain to the waiter that the melted butter was too heavy with garlic. I
just listened and gave him an extra squeeze when he got choked up.
      When I first met William, I assumed he was a snobby, pompous rich kid
like the ones from my old school because of how he talked. He dressed
smartly, like he was wearing a private school uniform, but not like all
designer. He was aloof, but I came to recognize it wasn't because he was a
snob, it was because he was socially challenged. I'm sure he was as leery
of me as I was of him. His initial unkind remarks to me about being a jock
were undoubtedly the result of bad treatment at the hands of other jocks in
the school. I realize now he's actually genuine. He's genuinely weird, but
he is genuine nonetheless. That's why I've come to like him, I think.
      Finally, dad decided he'd had too much to drink and we both needed
sleep, so I headed up to my room. He staggered to a guest room and crawled
into bed in his clothes. I supposed sleeping in his bedroom had some sort
of psychological barrier for him, so I didn't ask about it. I didn't
shower, I just crawled in bed. Before I fell asleep, I had a nagging
thought to get up and pray. I argued against it because I was so tired, but
it wouldn't leave me alone. I slid out of bed and onto my knees.
      "Dear God, I feel like I need to talk to you. Things are getting kind
of crazy around here. Please bless my dad right now. Don't let him get
sucked into the bottle over this. Give him strength, please. Please don't
let him end up like William's old man. Help me know what to say to him and
how to let him know I'm there for him. Please keep blessing William that
he'll get better and be okay. Forgive me for the stupid things I do
sometimes. And ... God, please watch over my stupid mom and take care of
her, even if she doesn't deserve it. Amen."
      A peaceful warmth spread over me again and I climbed slowly back into
my bed. I dropped into immediate unconsciousness. I woke up finally with
the light streaming into my windows. The alarm clock said it was ten
o'clock. I needed to pee badly. I stumbled into the bathroom and took care
of it and heading back to my bed, I heard noises downstairs. I went down to
investigate.
      "Good morning sleepyhead," my father said, not looking too perky
himself.
      "Good morning. What are you doing home?"
      "I live here, remember?" my dad said.
      "Well, yeah, but you always do rounds on Sunday mornings."
      "Not today. I was hoping to spend some time with you. I've been
thinking I need to do things a little differently. What do you think?"
      "Sure. Great, but I did promise to go visit William again and I need
to do that for a while."
      "Oh, of course. I'll drop you off and go on in to the hospital and
then pick you up after I see my patients. How about I fix us a nice big
breakfast?"
      "Sounds good, but I'm trying to keep weight. I better just have some
juice and maybe a couple eggs."
      "Oh, that's right. Silly me. All right, juice and eggs it is. Go
shower up and after we eat, I'll take you to William's if you'd like."
      "Thanks. So are you doing okay?"
      "You mean with the divorce?"
      "Yeah."
      "No. It will never be okay, I'm afraid. But, I don't want to burden
you with my pity. Someday, we'll talk about it, but not today, all right?"
      "Sure."
      "More importantly, are you all right? I'll always take time to listen
if YOU need to talk. I'm sorry I chased your mom off, Kyle. I know I can't
make up for her being here, but I also am not going to abandon you for my
job anymore. It's my fault she's abandoned us, I should have seen it coming
and I chose to ignore it. I'm not going to lose you or abandon you. I mean
that. I really mean it."
      I smiled, walked over and hugged my dad. "I love you, dad. Thanks."
      "I love you too, son. Forgive me."
      "Nothing to forgive, dad. I know you think it's your fault somehow,
but it's not. Nothing could please mom. Nothing was ever good enough. I'll
miss her and all, but I won't miss some things about her. Sorry if I don't
seem all that broken up over this. It's just that, she hasn't been much of
a mom for a while now, so I'm just not that broken up over it."
      "My goodness, that's tragic. I really had no idea how far things had
deteriorated around here."
      "Thanks for dealing with it straight up, though. I was worried last
night that you were going to keep going to the bottle over it. I need to
tell you something about William's family." I let go of my dad and felt
sort of weird being that close to him for so long, wearing just my
boxers. I wondered If Scotty ever hugged his dad when they were naked. It
was a weird, random thought and an even more bizarre image that flashed
through my head to go with it.
      "Tell me while I start the eggs."
      I sat down and checked to make sure Little Rock was safely tucked
away behind my fly. It was all good down there, so I started in. "I visited
William yesterday, even though he told me not to come by his house. It was
sad. His father is a bitter drunk. He lives in a run-down trailer that is
filthy. His mom works two jobs I think, and the only day she is home is
Sunday. She takes William to church with her on Sundays. His dad went to
medical school and worked in a research lab for some big drug company. He
says he discovered something important and the company fired him and stole
his idea. So now he just sits at home and drinks. When I saw you drinking
last night over the divorce, I got really scared, I can't lie."
      "I see. That is pretty sad. I'm sorry I scared you by drinking last
night. Trust me; I'm not going to turn into a drunk."
      "Yeah, I know. It's just that I'd just seen William's dad, who was a
complete asshole to William and it bothered me really bad. I just want to
rescue him like a lost puppy or something."
      "Well, he's not a lost puppy and I doubt he would appreciate that
reference. Sometimes you have to accept some sadness in life. You can't fix
everything. You learn that pretty quickly in my profession. I see grieving
parents and wives and husbands and children all the time, and they all want
me to fix it. Sometimes, I can and it's wonderful. More often, I can't and
it's heartbreaking. It takes an emotional toll on you. I'm afraid it took a
toll on my marriage as well. Try to not hate your mother. Inside she is a
good person; she just filled the emptiness I left in her in a misguided
way. So, was that all you wanted to say about William's home life, or is
there something more?"
      "Pretty much. It's just, I wish there was something I could do. I was
thinking maybe I could talk William and his mom into some kind of
intervention."
      "That makes good reality TV, but it seldom really works out," said
Kyle's dad discouragingly.
      "Okay. I can accept that, but do you think it would be okay for me to
suggest it?"
      "No harm in that. Well since you didn't shower, I guess you'll have
to eat your eggs half naked and stinky. What kind of juice do you want?"
      "Got carrot?"
      "What?" chuckled his dad, "No. I'm afraid you're limited to some more
mundane choices like apple, grape and orange. Where did you come up with
the idea of drinking carrot juice? Is that a wrestling thing?"
      "No, it was just something I drank over at my friend Scotty's
house. His family is kind of ... let's say unique. They're into all
healthy, natural stuff and I drank some there. I kind of liked it
actually."
      "I see. I'd like to meet him sometime. I'd like to get to know all
your friends better."
      "Well, you've seen him before. He's on the wrestling team. He was one
of the captain's and was ringside when Dig wrestled the other day."
      "Ahh, yes. I remember him slightly."
      "Besides him, my only real friends are Dig and Bodie and you know
them pretty well already."
      "I see. Well okay then, let's eat."
      "Dad, can we say grace over it first?"
      My father looked at me a bit surprised and smiled. "Sure. You say
it."
      I bowed my head and said, "Dear God, bless this food for which we are
thankful. Bless my super dad and even bless my mixed up mom, wherever she
is. Especially bless William that he'll get better and help me think of a
way to help him out. Amen."
      I looked up and my father was looking at me with a glint of pride
like I hadn't seen from a parent's eyes in a long time. I just smiled back
and took a bite of my scrambled eggs. I savored them. Dad had mixed in a
little cheese and I chewed slowly to make the pleasure of tasty food on the
tongue last as long as possible. "Mmm-m-m-mmm, these eggs are good."
      Dad chuckled. "Are you eating those eggs or making love to them?"
      "Gotta take what you can get," I answered smiling. "So, dad, speaking
of making love, I have a date for Ladies Choice dance next Saturday and
we're going to Bodie's ranch afterward. Is that okay?" I had a glint in my
eye.
      "What? Are you saying you have plans for making love with your date
after this dance?"
      "What if I did?"
      "I'd have to give you the four hour lecture again."
      "Well in that case, no I have no plans for sex with my date. It's not
worth the pain of sitting through your four hour lecture."
      "Good, because you really are too young to be starting in with
that. I remember you talking to Dig's father about Bodie's ranch after the
wrestling meet. I'm fine with it. Who are you going to the dance with?"
      "Bodie's mom."
      "Really? I'm surprised Bodie's father is okay with his wife dating
her son's friend. I never took her for the cougar type."
      "DAAAD! Geez, you know what I meant. She's driving us."
      "Ohhhh, so back to my original question, who are you going with?"
      "This girl from school."
      Dad rubbed his hand across his forehead and then down his face and
finished by stroking his neck. It's his "Lord, give me patience with this
idiot" motion.
      "Okay, I figured that much on my own, Captain Obvious. Does this girl
from school have a name, or was she hatched under a rock?"
      I laughed. "Parents are so nosy," I teased. "If you must know, her
name is Gina Meriwether."
      "Ahh, good. And is she pretty?"
      "Dad! I never thought you would be so shallow," I teased.
      "Well, as handsome as you are, I was just supposing."
      "She's cute. Not killer hot, but definitely not bad."
      "Good. I just don't want ugly grandkids, that's all."
      "Oh my God, I can't believe you just said that. I'm not planning on
marrying her. It's one date and she asked me to it." I laughed even though
I tried to be serious.
      "Well then, that makes me feel much better."
      "By the way, the fall formal is coming up in a few weeks and I was
wondering if you could drive me and William to it."
      "Wow. First you're dating Bodie's mom, and now you're taking William
to the fall formal. No one can accuse you of being narrow minded."
      I snorted and barely got my grape juice down without spraying it
out. I clapped my hand over my eyes and shook my head. "You're
impossible. William and I are double dating for the event. I'm going with
Gina and he's taking Brenda from debate class."
      "Oh my, Gina again. Sounds more serious than you let on. Do I need to
supply you with some more condoms after all?"
      "Dad, geez. NO. She just asked me to Ladies Choice because I asked
her to Fall Formal. I can't believe you just said that."
      "What are your plans on sex, son? Are you thinking about doing it, or
have you already done it?"
      "Are we really having this discussion now? I'm sitting here in my
boxers eating scrambled eggs."
      "Hmmm, question evasion. I wonder what that means."
      "Geez, parents! Okay, straight up, NO I'm not having sex. I haven't
had sex with any girls yet. I hardly ever think about sex ... whenever I'm
asleep." I laughed. I timed the pause perfectly for the effect. He laughed
back. I hoped I hadn't stressed the word girls too much and tipped him
off. I really wasn't ready to have the discussion about what I did with
Scotty or with William for that matter, but I also didn't want to lie to my
dad.
      "If you do, and I'm not encouraging it at your age, please, please
wear a condom. I'll supply them if you ever want any and I want you to talk
with me about it before you do it. I won't say no to you, but I want to
know exactly what you are getting yourself into and with whom. I understand
young boy's sexual urges. I'm not so na‹ve to think you will stay a
virgin forever, but I don't want you to mess up your future with an
unwanted pregnancy. There are some scheming girls out there that would love
to get their permanent hooks into a handsome, rich kid like you. Be
careful, okay?"
      "So how's the weather outside," I said, obviously attempting to
change the subject.
      "It's a fine fall day. But I think you should dress a little warmer
than just boxers."
      "If you insist. If it's a warm day, maybe I'll just go naked. What
would you think about that?" I was curious what kind of reaction he would
have.
      "I think I'll only visit you once a month. It's a long drive to the
youth correctional facility."
      I laughed with him. I savored the last sensual bite of scrambled eggs
and chugged the remainder of my juice. Smacking my lips, I complemented the
chef and rinsed my dishes before heading upstairs for my shower. I dropped
my boxers, pulled the handle to start the water flow, and stepped into the
hot stream.
      I closed my eyes and swayed back and forth in the relaxing jets. I
washed and massaged my body ever so slowly with the body wash. I
appreciated the solid firmness of my own body. I really was in amazing
condition and I was a bit proud of it. I shampooed the stubble on top of my
head and then turned my attention to my dick and balls. It was nice to be
able to take my time and not be rushed. I slowly rolled my balls between my
fingers and verified everything felt normal the way dad had shown me to
do. His telling me that testicular cancer occurred most often to white guys
from ages 15 to 35 kind of freaked me out.
      Since I was already in the neighborhood, I coaxed my dick to expand
and stand up to its full height.  I poured a healthy amount of cream rinse
over it and into my right palm and began giving Little Rock a nice firm
massage. I enjoyed the familiar sensation of my hand riding up and down the
thick shaft. I love the surging sensations as my fingers cross over the
ridge of my dickhead, coated in cream rinse, without the skin needing to be
pulled up over it. The ribbing action of my fingers against the ridge of my
dickhead thrills me. After a bit, I raised one leg and rested it on the
ledge. With my free hand, I slipped a finger up my crack and pressed the
tip of my middle finger into my hole. I could only get it in just below my
second knuckle. I pulled it free and coated it in cream rinse. I turned my
back to the side wall of the shower and used the protruding soap holder in
the wall to help press my finger back up inside past the second
knuckle. That's the spot. Slowly, I wiggled the tip of it back and forth
across my prostrate while I resumed the hand action on my dick. My butt
ring clenched hard against the impaling finger and the tension back there
heightened the sensations spreading from my groin up into my stomach and
chest and down into my thighs.
      "Ugh," I grunted over and over in time with the spasms on my wiggling
finger. The spasms were accompanied with a lower body shudder - each one
lasting just a bit longer than the last one had. I flexed my knees to allow
more weight to press against my hand and the soap holder, forcing my finger
ever deeper into me. I added another glob of body wash and quickened my
pace on my dick. Images of William's crooked dick flashed through my mind
and how odd it felt to jack it for him when it was still bent. I thought
about Scotty's sister and for a moment, my hand became her pussy. I thought
about my initiation into boy sex lying with Scotty in his bed. Finally, I
imagined my impaling finger was really Dig's giant dickhead perched atop
his erect shaft pounding against my prostrate and that image sent me over
the edge. I squeezed my eyes tightly shut and held my breath as my ass
tightened its grip on my finger. The cum load surged from my balls up
through my gut and into my throbbing dick. It literally blasted across the
shower onto the shower door and trailed slowly down it. I trembled and had
to lean into the wall for support. The weakness in my knees forced my
finger deeper into my ass as I trembled and shook in a mind numbing release
of sexual energy.
      At once, it was over. I pulled my finger free and resumed
breathing. I turned to face the shower stream and let the water rinse me
clean of the oozing cum. I lifted my hand, thumb extended and fingers
spread apart, to my lips and tasted my big carrot's spilled juice. It was
sort of sweet. Lately, my cum had been tasting somewhat bitter when I
sampled it. I moved the hand into the spray and rinsed it off. I raised the
middle finger that had subbed for Dig's dick up my ass to my nose and drew
in a breath. The familiar pungent odor filled my senses, and I smiled in
satisfaction at the success of the experience. I did a quick washdown of my
stinky finger and the rest of my body and shut off the shower. Jackoff
sessions are always nice, but some are memorable. I dried, brushed my
teeth, and walked naked back to my room. My dick was still partly stiff and
I could feel it waggling side to side as I walked. I liked how that felt.
      When I finally got downstairs, my father had the "it's about time"
look on his face but he refrained from saying anything. He and I chatted
like school friends catching up after a long summer vacation. It was so fun
to be with dad and for it to be so relaxed and comfortable. I'd forgotten
how friendly and kind he was, not to mention funny. We laughed and teased
with each other. He asked me tons of questions about my wrestling and about
debate. I tried not to go on too much, but he kept asking questions and
acted truly interested. It was really wonderful.
      "It's funny," I thought, "I had to lose my mom to gain back my dad."
      When we arrived at William's house, I asked dad to wait until I was
sure I could go in. I climbed the steps with the worn brown carpet and
knocked on the flimsy door. William's mom answered the door and when she
saw me, she acted a bit embarrassed. She smoothed her heavily worn house
dress and primped at her hair. "Hello, Kyle. William mentioned that you
might visit. That's very nice of you, dear."
      I waved at my dad and he acknowledged. Mrs. Thames peered past me and
then stepped outside when she saw it was my father. She went to the car and
heaped praise on him for helping her son. Dad was embarrassed by the praise
and downplayed his role.
      Finally, we went in to visit William. I was struck by the
difference. The place was halfway clean. At least all the clutter was
gone. William's dad was missing. That alone was a huge improvement.
      William actually had a pair of boxers and a t-shirt on and was
sitting in the chair eating a bowl of soup.  He brightened when I walked
in. I smiled warmly at him and sat on his bed.
      "How's it hanging?"
      "What are you referring to?" asked William.
      "Nothing in particular, it's just a slang greeting. It means, how are
you doing?"
      "Oh. Is that jock talk?"
      "Not really. It's just a way lot's of guys say hello to each other."
      "Oh. I've done some additional research into the education topic. I
think it will be useful, look." William pulled up an article from the
Department of Education and it was in fact very on point for the
affirmative argument.
      "Dude, it's great. We're gonna clean up this year when you get back."
      "Yes. I am very excited in anticipation of the State Tournament. I
believe we have a reasonable expectation of success."
      "Me too. How cool would it be to win State?"
      "Yes. Extraordinarily rewarding."
      "So, how is IT hanging, by the way?" I asked pointing to his crotch.
      William stood and shed his boxers. His small dick hung loosely over
his half empty ball sac. All the bandages were gone. The scar looked
significantly improved. There were some actual black nubs sprouting above
his dick as some of his pubes were starting to grow back already.
      "Can I feel it?" I was fascinated by it. He just shrugged. I reached
out and gently fondled the scar around the circumference of his dick. Then
I felt up his single ball. It seemed lonely in the sac all by itself. I
tried to see if I could feel the cutoff tubes that went to the other ball,
but I couldn't. The other half of the sac just seemed empty.  Touching him
there caused a stirring in my loins, but left him unaffected. It had become
clinical for him to be touched there.
      "It's looking way better already," I encouraged.
      "Yes. I am thoroughly pleased with the progression." He pulled his
shorts up just in time before his mother walked in and asked if he was
finished with his soup. He was and she took the bowl away. She gave us an
odd look as though she sensed something had been going on between us, but
said nothing. I felt awkward. William appeared unabashed by it all.
      "I could not attend religious services with my mother today and I
feel a great loss from it. Would you pray with us before you leave?"
      "Sure. I've been praying for your recovery," I told him. It clearly
pleased him and he smiled broadly. He had a very nice smile. It was so
genuine.
      "That pleases me." Tingles ran down my spine and I smiled back at
him.
      We chatted pleasantly for a long while and I talked to him a little
about doing an intervention with his father. He seemed hesitant but agreed
to review the sites on the internet I'd found. I chose to withhold the news
about my mother from him. That seemed unnecessary to share. I didn't really
want to think or talk about it anyway.  I gathered his homework so I could
turn it in on Monday and called my dad to come get me. When my father
arrived, I stood and said goodbye. William stood up and I expected to shake
hands, but instead he hugged me. I placed my hands on his bare back and
gently pressed him to my chest. "Thank you for your petitions to God in my
behalf," he said with deep appreciation.
      "You're welcome. That's what friends should do. If it's okay and if
you're able, do you think I could go to church with you next week?"
      "Oh, most assuredly. That would me magnificent," William gushed.
      "Cool, it's a date then."  I held my knuckles up and we bumped
them. He had accepted this gesture as a suitable hello and goodbye sign. He
teased me that it was much less messy than my other form of greeting.
      Dad and I had more good conversation and I told him about my
intention to attend church on the following Sunday. He said that sounded
like a good idea and if I liked it and wanted to go back, he may attend
with me after that. I was pleased.
      On Monday, the routine of school resumed and I woke early, jogged to
my secret spot and unloaded my nuts then jogged back home. After my triple
J, I showered quickly, dressed and had dad drop me off. I was well within
the next weight class when I weighed in, and I was feeling pretty good
about myself again. So far, the lack of my mother in the house had only
served to reduce my stress level. Dig showed up late for practice on Monday
and we all had to suffer the consequences. No one besides me gave him too
much crap over it though. We did our workout and Coach announced there
would be wrestle offs the following day for Thursday's home meet. When he
announced that Dig and I were going to wrestle up a weight, there were
groans from the guys holding those spots. Kirk was thrilled to be able to
keep his spot that I was vacating. He seemed to be working harder now that
he knew he had a spot in the lineup.
      "Where were you?" I asked Dig.
      "Snogging with Rochelle. I lost track of time. We were behind the AC
units and she had her hand in my pants and was rubbing me off. I got so
boned. I can't wait for Saturday when I finally get to go all the way with
her."
      "Wow. No shit? Did she make u cum?"
      "Nah, before I got off, I realized all of a sudden that no one was
around and so we must be late and sure enough I was late. Coach was pissed
at me since I'm a captain. I have to be more careful."
      "He's not the only one that was pissed. We all got punished for your
tardiness, dude. It sucks."
      "Yeah. Sorry. I'll have to make it up to you."
      "How?"
      "I don't know. You think of something."
      For a split second, I considered asking for a blowjob, but totally
chickened out. "If you want to make it up, just go back to being Dig. Stop
ditching me and Bodie and start hanging with us again."
      I told him all about what we did on Saturday night in the showers and
Scotty and Kirk jumped in and talked excitedly about how much fun it
was. Dig laughed so hard when we told him where Bodie was going to hang the
car wash sign that it attracted everyone's attention n the showers and
nearby lockers. I told Dig Scotty and Kirk were his replacements in the
Screw Crew and that clearly bothered him. I was glad it bothered him, I
wanted it to.
      "Hey Kirk, by the way, Bodie asked me to let you know that his mom
will pick us all up around 6:30 on Saturday for the Ladies Choice dance. I
need your address." He thanked me and said he'd give me his address over by
the lockers. "So how was your time at Scotty's after I left?" I gave him a
wink and a smile.
      "Your loss was definitely my gain, dude. It was amazing. My little
buddy is still recovering from it," he gloated.
      "Glad I could accommodate."
      "How was your sick friend by the way?"
      "Doing much better actually. I'm glad I went, he really needed me. I
think I might invite him to come to Bodie's ranch after the dance if he's
well enough. It would be good for him to get out. Bodie wouldn't care I'm
sure." Even as I said it I wondered whether it was a good idea or not, but
I really wanted to try and help William broaden his social circles and try
to fit in better. I could hang with him and help him if things got
awkward. Hopefully, Gina wouldn't try and smother me. She didn't seem the
type. The more I thought about it, the better it sounded. I started
daydreaming about hanging around the giant campfire and William discussing
the scientific process for combustion.
      "Hello!! Space case! Time to go." Dig shut my shower off and I was
startled back to reality. We dried off and I stole long glances at his
penis as he toweled himself off. I imagined it boned with that giant
dickhead bulging at the end of his pole and Rochelle's hand stroking up and
down it. I felt a twinge up inside my ass as I recalled my shower time
fantasy. The resulting rush of blood into my own dick brought me to reality
and I turned quickly away and finished drying myself off. I wrapped my
towel tightly around me to bind my growing dick and hurried to the locker.
      Dad picked me and Dig up since it was supposed to be my mom's turn to
drive this week. He dropped Dig off and then took me to William's. I
delivered his homework and got an update on his progress. He was up and
dressed in a t-shirt and loose shorts. He was actually fixing dinner for
himself and his drunken old man, who completely ignored me. That suited me
just fine.
      "William, I have a question for you and I want you to think about it
before just saying no."
      He stopped stirring the stew and stared at me.
      "Okay. This Saturday is Ladies Choice dance and I'm going with Gina,
but afterwards there's a party for whoever wants to show up at my friend's
ranch. There will be a big bonfire and music and people will hang
out. There will be pizza and soda and it'll be fun. Sometimes we play hide
and go seek or tag. I want you to come to it."
      Horror overtook his expression and he began shaking his
head. "No. That is an unsuitable proposition."
      "Why? You can't be scared to try new things. You have to get out and
meet more people. Once others realize how real you are, they'll like you
just like I do. I insist on you coming. I promise that I'll hang with you
so nothing awkward happens. Please. Do it for me?"
      He shrank backward. He didn't want to do it in the worst way, I could
tell, but I'd played the ultimate friend card. "You vow that you will
sustain me?"
      "If you mean that I won't abandon you, then yeah, I vow."
      "I accept, based solely on your commitment of assistance. It must
also be approved by my physician."
      "Of course. Only if the doctor says you're healed enough for it. But
it won't be strenuous. Getting out of the house is just what the doctor
ordered in my opinion. It'll be really good for you."
      He shrugged and turned his attention back to the stew.
      "Later then." I held my knuckles up and he bumped them.
      I told my father of the invitation as I climbed into the car and he
cautioned me that such a situation would be very difficult for William and
I had better be prepared to live up to my promise to watch out for him. I
assured him that was my absolute intention. He looked at me as if he was
going to add more advice, but didn't.
      I was excited for the rest of the week.  I hit the sack early so I'd
be rested for my wrestle off the next day and I was actually looking
forward now to Ladies Choice and the ranch party.