Date: Sun, 18 Jun 2006 12:02:22 -0700 (PDT)
From: taarob <taarob@yahoo.com>
Subject: See Danny Run 7

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From the previous chapter:
He ran his hand over my hair and pulled my head to his
chest.  "Addie doesn't have her degree yet but she's gonna
be a really great therapist.   She said that if you ever
wanna talk about...well...all that stuff, she'd be happy to.
She really likes you and she made me see what an asshole I
was being."  I couldn't speak and anyway just being held by
him was like the best therapy in the world.

He kissed my temple.  "And remember, I'm not just your
attorney.....mostly I'm your big brother."  He was grinning
down at me but there were tears in his eyes.  He said
softly, "I wanted to tell you all that sooner....but you
don't return your phone calls you little shit."


                        See Danny Run 7


It was the happiest summer of my life that summer before
college.  I had my brother and I had Adrienne, Addie, his
wife, and she was wonderful.  She was tall and thin and had
long blonde hair that she seemed to wear differently every
time I saw her.
Sometime it would be down and very straight, way longer than
down to her shoulders.  I think that was Robert's favorite.
When Addie wore her hair like that it was just like he
couldn't take his eyes off of her and he'd have this little
smile on his face.  When he looked like that, when he had
that little smile on his face even though I knew it wasn't
for me I felt good and somehow safe.  But she could also
wear it up and then it could look really formal and elegant.

I know it's weird but even I could tell that I was treating
Robert and Addie like they were my real mom and dad.  Not
that I actually thought that at the time but I did know that
I wanted to be near them as much as possible.  As soon as it
sunk fully into my brain that Robert was now really on my
side it was like I needed to make up for all the closeness
that we didn't get to share before and fortunately he seemed
to feel the same way.  Of course I didn't get to spend that
much time with them.  They lived in Chicago, which was quite
a ways away and they both worked really hard and they were
both still finishing up school but just knowing they were
there was a gift and Robert emailed me every day even if it
was just to say "Hi."  I started going into the computer ten
times a day so that I'd get that email just as soon as I
possibly could.  When I saw his name pop up I would start to
tear up.  It was really crazy but wonderful too.

I stopped having the Carl dream but it was replaced with the
Bus Driver dream.  The change didn't happen all at once and
for a while they were both happening at the same time but
then I started having trouble remembering the Carl dream but
the Bus Driver dream would be vivid and eventually I was
only aware of the Bus Driver dream.

In the Bus Driver dream I'd be sitting in the kitchen of the
bus driver's house, that was the guy that raped me when I
was a kid.  It wasn't a scary dream though just strange.  We
just spent time together sitting at his kitchen table
talking about goofy shit, nothing that made any sense.  He
was always wearing just a ratty old pair of jeans and he'd
be smoking a cigarette while we talked about the weather.
But in the dream I was grown up and it all just seemed
normal like I was visiting a neighbor or something.

The only time it seemed strange was when he said, "So ya
wanna have a look around the house?"

I grinned and said, "Ah, maybe we better not."

He laughed.  "Yeah, considering."

We never seemed to talk about the same thing but it was
always just trivial shit and unlike in real life, in the
dream he never tried to hurt me.


I ran into Dodger a couple of times that summer.  The first
time it was late afternoon almost at dinnertime and I was
running by the ball field in the park.  The days were hot
and I was stripped down to a skimpy pair of silky running
shorts that the sweat running off of me had plastered to my
body like a second skin.

I was running on the sidewalk that past closely by first
base separated only by a chain link fence.  Dodger was
standing there covering first base and wearing cargo shorts
that were hanging precariously on his narrow hips.  As I got
nearer he turned to look at me and then smiled broadly in a
kind of surprised way.  Just at that moment I heard the
crack of the bat and then a ball went sailing past him while
he stared at me.

I thought he was gonna snap his head off searching for that
ball and I could still hear him cursing all the way down the
next block.  It made me smile.


Mostly I ran in the morning with Tom.  It kind of became our
official time together although a lotta times we did other
stuff too.  I knew he was worried about me.  We were going
to be going to different colleges and he wouldn't be able to
keep and eye on me.  I think that made him even more
determined to see that I was as prepared as possible for
whatever might happen.

We were running and talking and Tom was fussing at me.

"You got your brother now, Danny."

I smiled.  "I know, Tom."

"Well the thing is that he can't help ya if you don't tell
em stuff.  That's why God invented email."

I laughed.  "I never realized that Google was divine.  I
mean I knew they hadda be close but maybe not quite there."

He grinned and shook his head.  "You know what that's
called?  That's called dissembling."

"What's called dissembling?"

He laughed.  "You shit!  Everything you just said is
dissembling!"

"Dissembling?"

"You keep tryin to avoid the subject and talk about shit."

"Hey, I'll talk about shit if you want but what's to say?
It's brown and smelly."

"Look asswipe you know what I'm talking about!"

"Another scatological reference?  Tom, what is going thru
that brain?"

"Danny, it's just if you start feelin weird you gotta talk
to someone.  You got my Yahoo email address and I can read
that on my phone too so if something's bothering you and you
wanna talk....well..I'm like right there no matter where I
am.  So's your brother."

We ran without talking for a while.  "I know what you're
saying, Tom" I glanced at him but he was looking straight
ahead.  "The thing is that I'm pretty much okay."  And I
felt okay too.  Of course it was a bit like walking around
carrying a five hundred pound load and being thrilled that
it wasn't the one thousand pounds that you were used to.

"You're also soooo full of shit!"

"Again with the scat!"

"Danny, nobody could go thru the stuff you've gone thru and
come out the other side without some damage."  Ever since my
little freakout Tom had slowly but relentlessly pried out of
me the story about my relationship with my parents.  He and
the rest of the town already knew about me being raped when
I was a kid and he had pretty much guessed about Carl
although we didn't talk about that because.. well, I just
couldn't. The thing was that to one degree or another he
knew how fucked up I was.

"But I'll be away from them at college."

He looked at me with a frown.  "You know that I'm not just
talking about your parents."

"Tom, I can't change anything.  No matter what I do what
happened happened.  I think it's one of those things where I
just gotta get over myself."

He growled so loud I almost tripped.  "AARRRGGGHHH!!  You
make me so fucking crazy, Daniel!"

I punched his shoulder and yelled back, "You practically
scared the crap outta me!"

He shook his head.  "Why do I even talk to you?"

I grinned and hugged him quickly while we ran.  "You love
me?"

He laughed.  "And love is sooo cruel!"


The next time that I met Dodger was also at the park.  I had
been running past it on my way to Route 132 and then on to
the big Bunge grain elevators when the clouds that had been
building turned ugly and then a heavy summer rain began to
fall.  I veered off thru the park with the idea of heading
home when the rain became torrential and I began to think of
finding a place to wait it out.  I headed for a small
storage building in the center of the park.  I knew that it
wouldn't be open but I was hoping I could stand under the
eaves and get a little protection from the rain.  When I got
there I discovered that the building didn't really have
eaves but then I decided to try and squeeze into the slight
indentation made by the narrow doorway.  When I rounded the
corner and headed for it I ran into Dodger who was already
in it.  There was a basketball on the ground in front of him
and he was trying to maintain his balance in the shallow
doorway while wringing out his sopping wet tee shirt.

I skidded to a stop and stood there with the rain pouring
down my face.  I said, "Oh..fuck!  Sorry."  I started to
turn away but a warm hand grabbed my arm and pulled me back.

"C'mon, Danny, there's room!"  He turned me so that my back
was to him and pulled me against him.

We were practically yelling to be heard over the heavy rain
pounding on the roof of the building.  He said, "You gotta
put your feet up on this sill."  He was positioned on a
narrow sill about a foot off the ground.

Dodger didn't give me much chance to consider the idea and
had pretty much lifted me up and positioned my feet for me.
This left me with one foot on either side of his and his
legs between mine with his crotch pressed into my ass.  The
only thing keeping me from falling forward was his heavily
muscled arm around my waist.  My brain was instantly aware
of the two very thin layers of cloth separating his dick,
which I could clearly feel, pressing into my ass.

He laughed a deep throaty laugh that vibrated all the way
down my spine and he growled softly into my ear, "Well this
is cozy."  Every time either of us so much as breathed I
could feel his cock moving between the cheeks of my ass.
The rain was pouring off the roof in a solid sheet of water
a couple of inches in front of my face.

I was totally off balance and completely dependent on him
hanging onto me to keep me from falling forward into the
rain.

He whispered, "You okay?"

I laughed nervously and knew that I was blushing.  "I should
be askin you that, you're doin all the work."

He face was buried in my wet hair and his mouth was right
next to my ear.  "S'not like you weigh anything."  I could
feel his lips moving against the edge of my ear.  "Actually
we seem to fit together pretty well.  But you know your
shirt is so wet it's probably worse than none at all.  Why
don't you strip it off and we'll wring it out or just pitch
it."

"I'll fall."

I could hear a smile in his voice.  "Nah you won't cause
I'll keep hangin on."

I carefully brought my hands down from the doorjamb and
tried to peel my shirt off but it wasn't working.  "I gotta
lean forward a little.  Sure you can hold me?"

He said, "Sure just lemme get my hand outta the way so that
you can lift the shirt."  He moved his hand down slowly to
wear my tee ended just above my cock and then slowly slid it
under and up onto my bare stomach.  His hands were so warm.

I leaned forward and peeled my shirt off and that movement
forced my ass back even harder against his crotch and he
seemed to make a little sound in his throat.

I held up the shirt.  "What do I do with this?"

He took it out of my hands and tossed it on the ground next
to his.  He spoke into my ear.  "Why don't you brace us?
Put your hands back up on the jamb."  As soon as I did he
wrapped his other arm around my chest and pulled me back
even tighter against him.  His chest was almost hot against
my back.

I started laughing and he nuzzled his chin against my
shoulder and was laughing too.  "Okay, now, just what's so
funny?"

It was kind of embarrassing.  "Just that this is so weird.
I'm standing here, in a public place, mostly naked, spread
eagle with your cock pressed against my ass."

I could feel his breath hitting my ear.  "Don't feel half
bad does it?"  It didn't feel half bad and it felt like it
was getting harder I know that I was.  I expected him to get
panicky over that but if it bothered him he didn't let on.

I decided to dig a little.  "Good thing you're straight or
I'd be in trouble."

"Now how do you know I'm straight?"

I laughed.  "Maybe it's that army of babes following you
around."

"Well maybe that's just cuz a my winning personality."

The rain was quickly ending as only a summer rain can and
pretty soon were standing together in the doorway for
nothing.

I said, "Rains ending."

"So it is.  You want me to let you go?"  In my head I was
screaming, "No!"

I laughed.  "You don't and people are gonna talk."

"Not the same as you wanting me to let you go."

"So are you straight?"

He didn't say anything for a while but then he sighed and
said, "Oh..I s'pose."

For a straight guy his cock was pretty hard and it sure was
big.

He nudged me forward and we both jumped off the sill.  We
picked up our tee shirts and Dodger stared at me for a
moment and then said, "I heard your going to UW Madison."

I said, "Yeah.  I got a track scholarship."

He grinned.  "Me too.  Well, not track but wrestling.  You
get your dorm assignment?"

I nodded, "Schroeder Hall."

He grinned.  "Jock dorm, me too.  Hey, maybe we could be
roommates."

I laughed.  "I didn't think they let you pick your
roommate."

He shrugged.  "I dunno.  That something you'd wanna do, I
mean if we could?"  I didn't know and I didn't know if I
could be trusted with this guy but what else can you say to
that question?

"Sure, if they allow that." Something must have told him
that I was unsure.

He was already holding up his hand.  "Forget I said that.
You don't even know me all that well and here I'm suggesting
we be roommates.  I didn't mean to put you on the spot.  It
was just that I figured we were from the same town and all."

"Dodger, I don't mind!  I mean one way or another were both
gonna get roommates who may be better or worse than we'd be.
Kinda a crapshoot any way you look at it.  So if you think
you'd wanna try to do that it'd be cool with me."

He stepped over to me and stood very close like he wanted to
see what I'd do.  "You're sure?"  I nodded.  "It still may
not even be possible.  There's probably some restriction or
some shit."

I was staring at the ground and basically kicking the dirt
with the toe of my shoe and feeling like I was twelve but I
had to know something.  "So you dating any of those girls
now?"

He grinned and those blue eyes flashed.  "A couple of em,
now and then."  Terrific, so is that straight or gay or
confused?

I stared at his nipples and asked, "So how come you haven't
asked whether or not I'm gay?"

He looked down and then up into my eyes and smiled.  "I
figured I already knew the answer."  He shifted his weight
and said quietly, "Danny, don't worry about the roommate
thing.  It's not like I'm expecting you to be my boyfriend
or anything."  Fuck!

"Oh..no!  I wasn't thinking that."  This was awkward.  "So
you'd wanna do the roommate thing...if they'd do that or
what?"  If this was a big "no sale" I wanted to know now.

He gave me a "I wanna fuck you" smile which totally
bewildered me and said, "Absolutely.  Like you said, we're
gonna end up with roommates one way or another and we just
showed that we can live closely together."  He grinned.
"Well, for five minutes anyway."

I was confused and it seemed pretty obvious that he probably
was too.  He was saying that he was straight but his cock
was saying something else.  Well, I did have to have a
roommate and since I figured the chance of me getting a
totally gay one was zero then Dodger wouldn't be so bad and,
after all, he was insanely hot.

And despite all of the ambiguity and certainly despite my
limited and extremely painful history with gay sex some part
of my brain was planning our future together.  I could feel
his arms around me as we slept.   I could actually see my
hand brushing his dark hair out of his eyes as I kissed him
goodbye in the morning.  I wondered if he'd be possessive,
snarling at any other guy who even glanced at me.  It didn't
matter, I'd love him however he was.  Is it any wonder I get
into trouble?

Dodger and I exchanged cell phone numbers and email
addresses and promised to get together soon and certainly
before the start of school.

I went home and beat off, I took a shower and then I beat
off again.  I was still thinking about how his dick felt
pressed up against my ass when Tom called and invited me
over to his house for dinner.  I said I'd be right over and
then opened my Google mailbox to see if there was anything
from my brother.  There were just a couple of pieces of spam
that had somehow snuck thru and something from someone
called "SAMURAI".  I clicked it open but the only thing that
it said was, "Hi!"  It had been sent ten minutes before.  I
smiled.



I went to bed that night fantasizing about Dodger fucking me
hard, breeding me like a bitch dog.  Pretty sick, huh?  Well
actually that's only my fantasy, in real life I think I'd
want a little love along with being bred like a bitch dog.

I don't know what time I woke up.  Maybe I never even really
went to sleep but then I must have or I wouldn't have had
the dream.

My body was doubled over and crammed into the tiny space
between my heavy oak dresser and the wall.  When I crawled
into there last night I thought that I was crawling behind
the couch in Jay's office to hide from him and his friends.
In the dream they were after me to cut up my body so that it
wouldn't be found after they killed me.  Funny, Jay and his
friends were something that Tom didn't know about.  That
would have been too humiliating.  Strange, no sign of Carl
in the dream.

It's funny how sometimes even when you know that you're in a
dream it still doesn't stop it from being terrifying.  And
even now when I was totally clear of it my body was still
wracked with violent trembling and I was afraid to move.
I'm such a wuss!

I wiped the tears off of my face with my hands and stared
across the room at the window and the faint light that was
beginning to fade the darkness.  The tremors rippling thru
my body were diminishing and I was a little surprised that I
was still alive.  Not that I thought the dream was real
because like I said even at the time I still knew.  No it
was my heart that I wondered about.  I couldn't see how my
heart could survive another night of terror like last night
and I knew there would be more dreams.  There were times
during the dream when I thought my heart was going to
explode into a bright pink mist.  I needed help, I knew that
and that meant Addie because there was no way that I was
ever telling some strange shrink all this crap.  I didn't
even want to tell Addie but she already knew a lot and she
didn't give any sign of wanting to pull away, just the
opposite really.  When I talked to her I kept waiting for
some indication that I disgusted her but so far it hadn't
come and I figured that anyway I didn't have a choice, I had
to trust her.