Date: Mon, 24 Dec 2007 00:56:37 -0500
From: Sequoyah <sequoyahs-place@charter.net>
Subject: Saga of the Elizabethton Tarheels Chapoter 34

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sequoyahs-place@charter.netChapter Thirty-four

Chapter Thirty-four

After supper, we all went upstairs to our place and took a look at
school work. We claimed to have been studying for less than an hour
when Bobbie said, "This is not working. I can't concentrate and I know
you two guys can't. Prom weekend's coming up and nothing's really
being pushed in class, I vote we chuck the books and do something."

"Best suggestion I've heard in a month," Justin said, closing his book
and tossing it on the desk. "Marc and I had a ride out into the country
Sunday and it was great."

"Including the encounter with a four hundred forty-four foot 'gator.
Well, maybe only four feet."

"More like three," Justin amended and told about 'calling' the 'gator.

"Not sure I want to go calling 'gators, but everyone for a moonlight
ride?" Susan asked.

I suddenly thought of my pride and joy, my WRX with the dead skunk
inside, and asked, "In what?"

"Moonlit night, warm spring weather, you're young and you can sit
close. Everyone ready for a Beemer convertible with the top down?"
John asked.

Ten minutes later we left Elizabethton behind and headed into the
country. Justin knew the country roads a lot better than any of us
and John asked if he didn't want to drive. "I'll be a backseat driver,"
Justin laughed. "and navigate from the the back."

A few miles out of town, we left the main road and then a few miles
later, Justin said, "Take a right up ahead." John made the turn and
was traveling down a country lane, sometimes called a road. John was
driving at about twenty miles an hour -- the road would hardly permit
more -- Susan beside him and, as nearly as it can be done in his car,
her head on his shoulder. Bobbie was in the back with me and Justin.
When we first got in, Justin sat down and said, "On my lap, Babe."
Bobbie was kinda leaning against the door when Justin pulled her
toward himself and put his arm around her shoulder.

I was suddenly very conscious of something hard in Justin's lap,
resting in my ass crack. I moved, very slightly, up and down on his
thighs and when I looked at him, he gave me a great smile, then said,
"That's about enough or there'll be a problem." Bobbie laughed.

"Bobbie," John said over his shoulder, "had an e-mail from Kenneth
today. He's got time off for good behavior. Rest of the school is
having some kind of tests he finished last summer, so he has the rest
of the week free. He'll be arriving tomorrow and Lacy wants to have
all of us for supper tomorrow to meet him if that fits in your
schedules."

"Sounds good," Bobbie said and we all agreed.

The night was beautiful and it was great being with real friends and,
for a while, I forgot about dead skunks and bigots but, of course, it
had to come to an end. As we rounded a curve in the 'not a road' we
were traveling, I saw something white on the shoulder and, as we
passed, I was sure it was a body. "John, stop!" I practically shouted.
John slammed on his brakes, coming to an immediate halt since we
were traveling less than twenty miles an hour.

I jumped out of the car without waiting for a door to open and raced
back down the road and saw it, definitely a body. It was lying face
down, but even at that it looked familiar. What did not look familiar
were the stripes across the back where he -- I was pretty sure it was
a he -- had been whipped. The others were beside me in a flash and
Susan put her girl scout first aid to work and we carefully turned him
over. It was Sandy Jenkins who had not only been whipped, but beaten.
One eye was already swollen closed and he had bruises on his arms,
chest, and stomach. It was all visible because he was naked.

"I don't think we need to move him any more," Susan said. "I can't see
anything that looks broken, but he's in pretty bad shape. John, you
have a blanket or something in the car?"

John was on the phone and didn't stop talking as he took the keys
from his pocket and tossed them to me. I opened the trunk and took
out the blanket and handed it to Susan. As she covered Sandy, John
asked, "Does anyone know where we are? I have EMS on the phone and
we have tried to figure out where we are, but I don't know enough to
tell them how to get here."

"Let me have the phone," Justin said. "We are about a mile or mile and
a half from Grandview Road on the side road going toward the old
Latimore Plantation.... That's right." He closed the phone and said,
"They'll be here in ten or fifteen minutes."

"How did you know where we were?" Bobbie asked. "I'm completely
lost."

"One of the benefits of being a furniture delivery man," he responded.

Bobbie had found a bottle of water and a cloth in the car and Susan
was bathing Sandy's face. As she did so, she said, "We really need to
get in touch with his parents. You know his mother and father will be
worried sick if they are not already. Bobbie, why don't you call Adam
and get their phone number? He's bound to know it. He can call the
Jenkins."

There had been no indication that Sandy was conscious until Susan
said that and then he started shaking his head -- he could barely move
it and I could see it was painful, but he didn't stop. His lips were so
swollen, he could hardly get his mouth open and speak, but he was
able to say "No" with some emphasis, which he did repeatedly before
lapsing into semi-consciousness exhaustion. Susan had taken his hand
when he became so agitated and she continued to hold it and speak
softly, soothingly, to the young man. The only indication that he heard
was his grip on her hand.

I suspect we all were curious as to who had beaten Sandy, but we said
nothing as we surrounded Susan and him, waiting. It seemed as though
we had been waiting for hours before the EMS ambulance arrived, but
the dispatcher was correct; they had reached us in less than fifteen
minutes.

When the technicians arrived, Susan released his hand, but Sandy
immediately became quite upset and one of the techs said, "Miss, you
can hold his hand since it seems to keep him calm. Boyfriend?"

"No," Susan responded and explained why we were with him. She also
told them that when she mentioned his parents, he became very
agitated.

"We can see about that later, after we find out a bit more, but right
now we need him to stay as calm as possible. I guess you need to hold
his hand while we work on him if that keeps him calm." The two
technicians went to work on Sandy and after a few minutes, one
continued to work on Sandy and the other, the driver, got a clipboard
and wanted to fill out paper work. It took a bit, but we finally
convinced him, we couldn't help since we know nothing beyond Sandy's
name and Sandy wasn't speaking -- couldn't speak.

The tech who had been working on Sandy stood and said to the driver,
"Let's get him on the gurney. He's ready to transport." Susan
continued to hold Sandy's hand as the two got him on the stretcher
and in the ambulance. Once again, Sandy became quite upset when
Susan released his hand as he was being put aboard. The tech said to
Susan, "Stay with him if you will," and helped Susan into the
ambulance. The ambulance left, siren screaming, the four of us
following right behind.

Flying down country roads -- relatively speaking of course -- did not
make for easy conversation, so we were all pretty quiet as we
followed the ambulance to the hospital. We arrived at the emergency
room right behind it, went inside, and sat down in the waiting room.
Susan joined us in a few minutes. "He agreed to let me go while they
patched him up provided I promised to come back when they had
finished."

"Still said nothing about what happened?" John asked.

"Nothing. He did get agitated again when the ER nurse asked for his
parent's phone number. The doctor finally said he'd take the flack if
there was any, but he was going to treat the kid. They gave him a
sedative and got him calmed down so they could do what they needed
to do. Wonder what happened and why he gets so upset when his
parents are mentioned?"

Half an hour later, the doctor came out and said, "In spite of the way
it looks, there seems to be no major damage, but I emphasize seems
to be. Even that doesn't mean all is well. It appears he was beaten,
maybe with fists, in the face, kicked in the stomach and groin, and
then beaten with something like a strap or belt. From the looks of it,
the beating came some time after the strapping. So far I find no
evidence of serious internal injuries. He'll be most recovered in a week
or less if there are no complications. In the meantime, he is going to
be one hurtin' young man for the first few days. I'll keep him at least
overnight for observation, but I doubt he'll be ready to go for a day or
two."

As the doctor was making his report, a nurse came from behind the
screen and said, "Susan, he's asking for you."

"This is very, very strange," Susan said as she disappeared behind the
screen.

"It sure is strange," John said. "So far as I know, his only contact with
Susan has been in art class. Wish I know what happened, what's going
on."

"Maybe I can help," a voice said and when I turned around, I saw
Sheriff Anderson coming into the waiting room.

"Don't you sleep," Justin grinned at the big man.

"Sometimes, but when kids're involved, I usually make it my business
to get in on the investigation as soon as possible. The EMS gave me a
call and said they had picked up Sandy Jenkins out in Grandview area,
so I thought I'd come over and see what I could find out. Of course,
the fact that his drawing is involved in your situation was also reason
to come out. And, Justin, the comments you got from former deputy
Snake Jenkins provide another possible link. How's Sandy doing? What
happened?"

We told him what we knew and when we finished, he said, "Sometimes
the Good Lord has a reason for a bunch of teens to go roaming the
countryside, I guess. So you have no idea what happened?"

"None. The only clue is that mentioning his parents really upsets him,"
John said. "And, yeah, he's clinging to Susan like she's his lifeline. He
won't let her out of his sight, well, I guess that's out of his touch
since I don't think he's seeing much right now."

"I'll have a look. You going to be around awhile?" We all nodded.

Half an hour later, Sheriff Anderson came out, walking behind Sandy's
gurney. Susan was on the other side, still holding his hand and he was
more than half asleep. Susan went on the elevator with Sandy and the
sheriff walked over to us. "This is all very strange," he said, shaking
his head. "When I asked about calling his parents, I thought he was
going to get up and leave in spite of his condition. Something strange
going on here."

"You see how attached he is to Susan and she only knows him because
they have a class together. I mean, of course they speak, but he's
holding on to her like leech and has been since we found him."

"Well, basically, we don't know what happened and until we do, I'll take
no risk his beating was only the beginning. Security here is practically
non-existent. They have a retired policeman at night and after he
announces 'Visiting hours over,' he pretty much naps the night away. I
hope there's no reason to be concerned, but until I know what
happened, I don't want whoever beat that kid to have another crack
at him. I've called one of the officers on patrol to come spend the
night outside Sandy's room just in case."

The elevator door opened and Susan stepped out, walking over to us.
"They gave Sandy another sedative and he was just about out of it
when I left. He agreed to let me go home and get some sleep if I
promised I'd come back in the morning. Wish I knew why his sudden
attachment to me."

"Does seem a bit weird, but this whole mess does. Well, go home, get
some sleep, all of you. I'll see you in the morning," Sheriff Anderson
said.

When we got to the car, Susan said, "Look, I don't know who, or why
someone or someones beat up Sandy, but he is scared silly. He finally
said something about my not picking on him about his drawing, then
started crying. When I got him calmed down, he said over and over,
'What's going to happen to me?' Wish I knew what had happened and
maybe there'd be a hint of what might happen."

I suddenly remembered something I had heard Kev say to Sandy last
year. "I may have a hint at least. Last year I happened up on Kev and
crew tormenting the gay kid and Sandy was telling Kev to stop. Kev
said, 'Little Shit, shut your fucking mouth or I'll tell Pa and he'll take
the strap to you.' Kev saw me, gave me a shit-eating grin and shoved
the kid into the wall and left. I reported it to the office, but you know
their routine last year, 'More he say, he say, nothing we can do.'"

"Would explain why he gets so upset when notifying his parents is
mentioned," John said.

"But what parent would do that to a kid?" Justin asked.

"After last summer, I put nothing beyond some parents," John
responded as we walked to the car.

When Justin and I got home it was already 11:00 so we went straight
upstairs where Justin headed for the minifridge and the ruby red
grapefruit juice. I was more interested in another kind of juice!

Justin and I had never talked about it because it didn't matter, but
had we done so, we'd agree, I'm sure, that Justin was usually the more
aggressive in our sexual relationship. Tonight was different. I had felt
his hardon riding in my ass crack while we drove over country roads,
and now I remembered the feeling and I was ready to play. My cock
was a hard and pointed reminder lest I forget!

While Justin was finishing his juice, I brushed my teeth and undressed.
He grinned at me as he walked to the bathroom to get ready for bed.
I'm sure he was surprised when he approached the bed and I grabbed
him and practically ripped his clothes from his body, but I noticed he
didn't object.

A nanosecond later he was on his back, me on top kissing him like I
had lost it, and maybe I had. I kissed my way down his chest, stopping
to tongue and nip a nipple, giving his belly button a probing before
finally enveloping his cock with my mouth. Since Justin was delivered
by a midwife, he was not circumcised and went nuts when I ran the tip
of my tongue under his foreskin which I did now while looking over his
hard stomach and into his black eyes.

As I continued using mouth, tongue, and teeth, he was moaning and
groaning, raising his hips from the bed, pushing his cock in my mouth.
I knew he was ready to explode at any minute and, when I raked my
teeth gently over the head of his cock, he did explode, shouting and
filling my mouth and my being with Justin. I continued working on his
manhood until he placed his hand on the back of my neck, indicating he
was now so sensitive that I needed to stop.

Justin placed his hands beneath my arms and pulled my body up over
his and then started kissing me. While he continued kissing me, he
rolled over, covering my body with his. Soon his lips were moving down
my body and he returned the favor I had just given him. After I had
filled his mouth with hot man's seed, we lay in each other's arms,
gazing into the eyes of our lover without speaking, just occasionally
exchanging the softest kisses.

The kisses gradually became hotter and more passionate. It wasn't
long before I was rock-hard again and Justin as well. He gave me a full
tongue kiss, then flipped himself and rolled my body atop his, me on
my hands and knees. I felt his hot mouth suck in my cock as he
started circling my rosebud with a finger. I knew where he was headed
and this time I was not only willing, but wanted, really wanted, what
was coming.

To urge Justin on, I reached over, opened the nightstand and took out
the lube and the final dildo we were using to prepare for entering each
other. When Justin saw them, he took his mouth from my manhood,
looked at me, and asked, "Are you sure?" I nodded. I wanted it and I
wanted it NOW and made sure Justin knew that.

Justin lubed me well and kept adding lube as he slipped a finger in and
out. Finally he added a second finger and continued the in and out
motion. In minutes I was asking him to do more and he inserted the
dildo slowly, pausing just before I would have asked him to. Once it
was well in, he started moving it in and out, gradually increasing the
stroke. Then he hit that magic spot. Justin had been stroking my cock
as he manipulated the dildo and had me almost on the edge, so only a
few touches of the magic place and I exploded again.

I was drifting on the sea of my euphoria from a second orgasm in a
rather short period. Justin was lying beside me, smiling into my eyes
and a glance assured me he was interested in something besides
drifting. Had there been any doubt, his rock hard, throbbing cock
confirmed his state. Soon I was very much into giving my lover's
asshole pleasure with my fingers. Justin had reached for the dildo and
slipped a fresh condom on it and I inserted it, taking it slow and easy,
bringing him to climax slowly, but surely. When Justin shot, he hit me
in the face and just kept on shooting and shooting.

Justin wiped my face and we just lay side by side, adoring our lover.
After a few minutes, Justin said, "Marc, something I want us to talk
about."

"Shoot," I responded.

Justin laughed and said, "Think that would have to wait a bit, but
that's kinda what I want to talk about."

Justin wanted to talk about our love-making. Given we were two lusty
eighteen-year-olds, we were pretty quick on the trigger and our
approach -- which was full steam ahead -- didn't help. We were, in
fact, doing quickies and only then doing any really serious foreplay or
lovemaking. Justin had been doing some reading on the internet which
suggested serious love-making required time. "It's going to be
extremely important when we are finally ready to take each other
inside," Justin said, "very important." We agreed we'd work at "taking
time to smell the ... well, whatever."

Finally, clammy cum called us out of bed and, after a trip to the
shower, we changed the sheets. Justin put the used ones in the
hamper for one of us to launder. I'm positive we were not fooling
Clarisa, but after we got back from Florida, we messed up a lot of
sheets and Justin suggested we shouldn't ask Clarisa to clean up from
our sex, so we were doing at least part of our own laundry.

Cleaned up and with a clean bed, we fell into each other's arms and
were soon asleep, as much from exhaustion as need for sleep, I
suspect. I must admit the next morning both Justin and I were more
than a little bit sore, but I think we managed to walk normally -- or
close to it -- and the sex was definitely worth it.