Date: Fri, 17 Aug 2012 21:57:26 +0100
From: David Spowart <davidspowart3@hotmail.com>
Subject: Well that was Unexpected chapter 26

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consenting age, and if your state or country does not allow such material
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Written by David S
Edited by Russ J
E-mail justdave68@hotmail.co.uk

Well That Was Unexpected

By Dave S

Chapter 26

I slept for the most part, with only the occasional, odd vision of that
sadistic bastard coming into my dreams. Sometimes he was just in the
background stalking us, sometimes he watched from afar; but knowing he was
there caused fear to pour through me. Thankfully, waking up to feel Cal's
arms wrapped around me soothed my fear to the point I could drift back off
to sleep. But it's now time to start my day.

8:25am

"Hey babe, it's time to get up. We have a class in half an hour," I said,
shaking him to rouse him from his sleep.

"Eeeyhhhe, huhhh? Oh, morning, love," he yawned out, stretching and pulling
me down for a kiss. "Phew, morning breath," I protested. "Sorry, love, I
couldn't resist," he said, dipping his head to apologise. "Come on, we
don't have time for this...yet," I sniggered at him. "But, I require some
attention later on," I said, kissing his chest. "No way. I get you tonight,
my love," he informed me. I smiled at him in mock protest. "Okay, it's only
fair I suppose," I said with a definite pout in my words. "Don't worry,
lover, I will provide you with what you need tomorrow, okay?" And that
brought me out of my funk, as he knows what I like and what I need, and his
sex playing of me turns me into a quivering mess. But, I also have the same
effect on him, and further more...he knows it,

We sharply got out of bed and headed down to the showers where we shared a
showerhead. There were guys in there but no comments were made. Well, we
were only getting washed, its not as though we were washing each other,
although I certainly wouldn't have minded. A few of the guys did take stock
of the marks on my body, for there are many, but fading, and I got a few
nods of their heads and a few shakes of their heads. This happened not in a
way I was used to; it was more in sympathy, as seeing the scars and marks
on my torso told them I had been hurt. Badly hurt.

We got dressed and left the dorm with our messenger bags to head to
class. It was my only class today, thankfully, as I had the interview in
the city at eleven. The class was over and I found it extremely
interesting, exploring concepts of exact applied mathematics and their
correlation with engineering. In my chosen field I would have to be master
of both.

We were both heading out of campus when Nick approached us and asked how I
was doing. "Yeah, good, thanks," I responded. "Where you both off too?" he
asked. "Heading into town to catch a bus to the city," I replied. "You
wanna ride into town? It's no problem." Nick offered. "Look, Nick, Cal told
me what you said about being a jerk," I replied. "No, he said I was a
fucking douche bag, I believe I said," and Cal laughed, nodding in
agreement. "Okay, that then," I responded. "As I told your boyfriend, Josh,
before Connor..." he trailed off. "Before Connor...was hurt...I wouldn't
have given the likes of you...shit that sounded worse when I said it out
loud...fuck!" he berated himself. "Look, Nick, I get what you are trying to
say, okay?" I tried to let him off the hook. "Look, Josh, dude. I have some
prejudices I am working on. My dad was a bigger asshole than I was...But,
hey, I am working on it," he went on.

"Look, Todd...Todd sort of tore me a new one, and, fuck...He was right. And
I told him if you need help and I am there...you have it. Okay?" Cal looked
at me, and then him. "Dude, stop beating yourself up, okay?" Cal said to
him. "Guys, I'm not that person anymore," he sighed. "Fuck. Wait there.
Okay?" he said, and ran into student parking. He pulled up next to us and
said, "Get in. Fuck the bus. I'll take you to the city. Okay?" he informed
us matter of fact in his statement. "And I will wait and bring you
back. Consider me your driver, okay?" he concluded. "You sure, dude?" I
asked. "Fuck yeah," he said with a laugh, and we got in. I was still a bit
apprehensive, as I trusted that sadistic bastard as well and look where
that got me.

"So, where is Dave?" asked Cal. "He went home. He doesn't have a class
until Wednesday, so he won't be back until tomorrow at some point," he
finished. "How are you, man? And be honest," he asked, looking in his rear
view mirror, and he looked sincere. "Physically better, but having some
issues," I told him. "Bad dreams?" he said, and I nodded. "Yeah, my sister
had those after she was raped by my dad," he informed us. "Fuck, dude, are
you serious?" Cal asked. "Yeah, my mom died when I was young, and dad
started drinking a lot," he went on. "Yeah, dude, but your sister. How old
was she?" I asked, and he replied, "Fifteen the first time." I spat out.
"He raped her several times," he went on. "She started having seriously bad
nightmares, and she had to go to counselling, and she told her therapist,"
he went on, and Cal and I couldn't believe what we were hearing. "My aunt
Lilly, from my mom's side, took her to see the therapist, as she had
problems," he said. "And, because my sister had only just turned sixteen,
the therapist told her she was alerting the authorities. But my aunt beat
her to the punch.

"So, how long ago was that?" I asked. "Oh, eight years ago," he
replied. "So, where are your sister and your dad now?" I continued. "Oh, my
sister is in Texas, with her husband and two kiddies. She's happy, and
Chuck is a great guy. He loves those kids. He would die for them." He
smiled at us, but the happy expression disappeared as soon as Cal asked,
"And your dad?" "Oh, that fucker killed himself shortly after he was
arrested," he spat out with so much disdain. "My Aunt Lilly took
guardianship of Carol and me, and she has been fantastic. I don't remember
my mom much, you know. I cannot remember her voice. I have pictures of her
though," he said, with a sad voice. "My dad was always an asshole. He found
out his kid brother had a boyfriend, and he and some buddies beat him half
to death. My uncle never spoke to any of us ever again. I don't even know
where he is. I didn't really care until all this shit happened, and I
started to revaluate my values. I don't want to be like that dumb fuck," he
spat out. "Okay, there is Manhattan, so what's the address and I will put
it in my GPS?" he asked. I gave him the address and the zip code and twenty
minutes later we pulled up outside the D.A.'s offices. "Okay, guys, here is
my cell number. I will go park. Just ring me and I will be here in two
shakes of a donkey's tail," he said as he pulled away.

"Hey, Cal, it's true what they say. You just don't have a clue what happens
behind someone else's four walls," I said before walking up the stairs into
the offices of the New York District Attorney.

"Hello Ma'am, I have an appointment with Sarah Watson," I said to a smart
looking older lady sitting at the reception desk. "May I have your name
please, sir?" she asked in a pleasant tone.

"Joshua Miller," I responded. "Oh, yes, Mr Miller. It's on the seventeenth
floor. Office 1702. She's expecting you." And she directed us to the
elevators and told us to turn left when we got off on that floor. We walked
along a passage until we came to a glass-fronted set of offices with the
correct number above it. We walked in and a young guy sitting at the front
of the offices approached us.

"Hello. Mr Miller, right?" and I nodded. "Sarah will be out in a
second. Can I get you some refreshments while you wait?" he asked. "Water,
please. Cal?" "Water for me as well, please," we replied, and we sat
down. A couple of minutes later he returned with two bottles of water, as a
middle-aged woman, about forty I would say, but quite good looking,
approached.

"Josh?" she asked, and I stood up and shook her hand. "And you are?" she
asked Cal. "Calumn Kenner." Oh, yes. Mr Kenner, you are Josh's partner. The
one with the magic watch," she laughed out. Please come into my
office. "Tony, will you ask Mandy to join us, please?" she asked the guy
who met us coming in. "Yeah, sure, Sarah," he replied. "Mandy will be
taking your statement, Josh. Okay?" I nodded. "Mr Kenner..." Cal
interrupted. "Please, call me Cal. My grandpa is Mr Kenner," he smiled out.

"Okay, Cal, for the purposes of this interview, you cannot speak, nor enter
an opinion. You are here at the request of your partner as moral
support. Do you understand, Cal?" He nodded, squeezing my arm, as we both
knew this was going to be tough.

Soon after, an older lady with some sort of machine sat down and spoke to
Sarah, and then Sarah added, "Josh, for the purposes of clarity, we will be
taping this interview on video as well as digital audio. Do you have any
objections to this?" she asked, and I said I was fine with whatever she
needed to do.

"Josh, did you know Mr Connor Brian, freshman?" she asked. "No, ma'am," I
replied. "I never knew of him until I returned to campus the day he had
been found and I was informed of his assault." "Thank you, Josh."

"When did you first meet Derrick Reynolds?" she asked. "I met him after I
was first attacked, a few months ago. But I knew him as a security guard
called Ben Kips," I informed her. "And at that time, what was your opinion
of him?" she asked. "I thought he had just saved my life," I told her, and
she just nodded. "And when did you meet his cousin, Terry?" she went on. "
A couple of days before I was attacked, and again, when I was in class. He
threw some insults at me and was thrown out of class by the instructor," I
informed her. "What was the nature of the first encounter?" she asked. I
had just arrived at my dorm and I kissed my now boyfriend, and he called us
faggots and wanted to provoke a confrontation," I said. "And how did that
end?" My friends came to our aid, but Cal wanted this to end. He didn't
want it to fester, you know, so he offered Terry a straight up fight to end
anything right there and then. Cal took him down without much contact, and
as far as we were concerned, that was that. But apparently not. "Yes, young
Mr Reynolds has told us pretty much the same story." "Oh, he's
cooperating?" I asked. "Josh, I ask the questions," she informed me. "Erm,
sorry," I replied. "But, yes, he is being very helpful, should we say," and
she smiled at me.

Over the next hour I told her of everything that had transpired, from the
moment I was kidnapped to the time I blacked out when I was rescued by the
FBI. She thanked me for helping and said she would let me know when I would
be called. My case was secondary to the murder case, but would help show
cause. I didn't really care, as long as they got what was coming to
them. The words of Todd came to me: `say hello to Bubba,' making me
smile. "Glad that's over," I said, going down in the elevator, holding
Cal's arm. We left the offices and headed across the road to where a
Starbucks was situated. From there we called Nick, letting him know our
location, and he told us he was on his way.

Twenty minutes later we were back on the motorway heading back towards the
college. To be totally honest, the deposition to Sarah was like a therapy
session; a lot of relief came over me, a weight had been lifted from my
shoulders. "So, how did things go?" Nick asked. "Good, actually," I
responded, and Cal squeezed my shoulder. "He was awesome in there,
Nick. Fucking awesome," Cal spoke out in admiration, as he knew how hard a
time I was having. "Terry is singing like a canary," Cal said. "CAL!" I
yelled. "You shouldn't have said that," I berated him, as I was still a
little unsure of Nick. "Josh, dude, don't worry. I won't say a fucking
word. Promise. Not even to Dave, okay?" Nick assured me, and I had to hope
he wouldn't. "Sorry, love, I didn't think," Cal said in a sorry tone. "No,
I am sorry for snapping, okay?" I apologised, squeezing his arm. Christ, I
need some attention. I am stressed out now, and I felt great ten minutes
ago.

I leaned over and whispered into Cal's ear, "I owe you a fucking to
remember, babe," I said. "Dude, you whisper for shit," Nick said, and I
went my usual shade of deep red. "Sorry, Nick," and he busted out in fits
of laughter. "Don't worry about it, Josh. Just a little TMI, if you know
what I mean," still laughing, as we pulled up into his parking spot.

We thanked Nick, and offered to pay for the gas, but he refused, saying you
don't charge friends. That brought a smile to my face and I hoped he could
be just that: a friend. He left us, saying, "Have fun," and he smirked and
giggled as he walked away. I called Todd and told him we were back. He told
us he was arranging a date with some girl called Laura, so he would catch
us later. Next, I called Dale, but his phone was off.

So, I looked at Cal and just said, "I have a promise to keep, remember?"
with a leer in my eye. He smiled and said, "Follow me, lover." I softly
giggled and smiled that boner-inducing, goofy smile, giving him the same
look on his face, and I was lost in his gaze. I was going to ask him to
fuck me as I needed it, I needed to feel him deep inside me, I knew I was
going to be panting like a whore before too long, and fuck do I need it.

We made it to his room in double quick time, and he stripped me faster than
I had ever been stripped.  "Cal, I know it was my turn to have you but, I
need you in me, so badly" I said with a leer in my eye. He threw me face
down on the bed, and proceeded to eat my ass. His tongue worked hard
opening me up, and he proclaimed, "Josh don't ever touch your cock. I am
going to fuck the cum out of you three times before I am finished. Believe
me." And I fucking believed every word, as my man was a sex god.

He reached for the drawer, poured some lube on his fingers, put two fingers
in place and dove straight in. Hard and fast. No pain, but enough to force
my ass off the bed. "Ohhhhh, fuckkkkk yeahhhh!!!!!" I screamed out, and
soon he had three fingers in, and I was begging him to fuck me. "Cal, you
promised me," I begged. "Not yet, my love." He fucking teased me.
"Ohhhanhhhh, wowwww." He worked my hole like a championship player going
for gold. "Caaaaaaaaaaaallllll, ohhhhhhhhh," I moaned out. He removed his
fingers and quickly slid in his cock, hard and fast, trying to bring on my
first orgasm. It wasn't long before he did. I was now in full on
fucking-screaming-slut mode. This bitch was in need of some serious cock.
It had been my only wish, and my lover was doing exactly as promised. "One
down. Two to go," he announced. "I fuck..." I couldn't breathe. "I fucking
lo..." I tried, but I couldn't finish. The electricity flowing through me
was mesmerising. He was driving me hard.

"I FUCK—ING...LOVE...Y O U!!!!" I screamed out. Someone had to have
heard me, but I couldn't give a shit. "Turn over!" he ordered me. "On all
fours, babe." I did as instructed. He did something he hadn't done to me
before: He MOUNTED me. Yeah, actually mounted me, dick deep, with him lying
on my back. He rammed me hard, driving me ten minutes later to my second
earth-shattering orgasm. This one was more powerful than the last.
"Ohhhhhhh, shhhhhiiiiiittttttttttt," I screamed out in my own little fog of
a lust-filled universe. "Caaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaal." I came
all over his bedspread, and I was sweating more than I had ever sweated in
a gym. This was the greatest workout I had ever been involved in. "You
like?" he sneered.

"You want more of me?" he asked, sniggering at the complete mess he had
made of me. He flipped me over again and pushed my legs up to my chest,
then drove his cock straight back into me. "Yeah, babe, that's it, just
there," I yelled at him, my eyes now rolling back into my head. Some
fifteen minutes later, "Ohhhh, Fuck!!!...I'm cummmmmmmmminnnnggg!!!!" he
rammed deep and held it there, as he emptied his cum deep into my
bowels. He stayed still for a minute, then continued to fuck hard, long,
and deep. His stamina was amazing. He pounded my ass for about another ten
minutes, and, as promised, drove my body, my soul, to a third amazing
climax. Soon we were completely spent. We collapsed on top of each
other. Glued once again with cum and sweat, and without much waiting, we
drifted off into a comatose sleep.  No Nightmares...I hoped



To be continued...

Thanks again for your encouragement on driving Josh's story on. Keep the
comments coming, as usual, write to justdave68@hotmail.co.uk

And, to thank my good friend and my editor, Russ, for his work: "Thanks,
Bud".