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Grommet
Part 7 - Jon and Ry Revealed
By
PJ Franklin <pjfranklinboy2@earthlink.net>

 

The nice thing about surfing in SoCal is that it is available twelve months a year. Kelly Smith finally got clearance from his doctor to start surfing again. Boy was he stoked! The best part for me was that we still rode out to the break on practice days in my car, but now we got to be in the line-up together with our teammates.

Greg Majors was entrenched more than ever at the Bluefin Café. Mama Nadine had days and whole weeks of illness so that Greg took over and even helped to hire new help. When I would be at the café working, Greg was my boss and it was always fun.

Sparky did not have the best health either, so Greg also increased his responsibilities at the shop as well as learning to shape boards from Sparky. Gar helped with the shop when he was not out pleasing his sponsors. There were rumors he was going to be asked to joint the ASP (Association of Surfing Professionals) pro junior circuit soon and we were all pulling for him.

I was great friends with Amanda and Mindy at school. They both turned into serviceable big sisters. Everything was hunky-dory until one day after school. I had just closed the door to my Civic and was headed home. Suddenly the passenger door opened and closed and sitting right next to me was Jonathan Teel,

“What the hell?” I barked, “Please Randy, please, don’t kick me out. I need to talk, I don’t have anyone to talk to,” he said downcast, “What are you talking about?” I asked feeling redundant and still stunned from his sudden intrusion. He looked at me, “I’m gay and nobody else knows. If my dad finds out he’ll kick me out from my home, so will mom. If Doug Snider and the guys find out who knows what they will do to me.”

The shock of his presence was not quite trumped by his coming out to me. I looked at him, “So, when you kissed me and all?” and he said, “I’m sorry. I was an ass. I was … envious, so envious of you. Everyone knows you are out and respects you even if they don’t like it. Hell, even Rory Lind has everyone’s respect or at least they say nothing anymore about him. Finn, well, nobody dare say anything about him for a long time.”

“Jonathan,” I said, “It’s Jon, call me Jon,” and I nodded, “I’m so sorry Jon. I know a little of what it feels like to be an outcast and afraid. It’s horrible,” and he swallowed thickly, “I’m so lonely. I’m tired of being by myself, pretending to fuck Rachel Martz, what a joke,” he said bitterly. So that whole thing was just a rumor and nothing else.

“Can we go to your place for a while, please? I don’t want to be alone right now. I won’t try anything, I promise,” he said. I nodded, “OK,” I said and seriously doubted that nothing would happen.

We were alone, Greg working the café and the surf shop. Gar was down in La Jolla near San Diego. I gave Jon a can of cold Coke from the refrigerator. We stood in the kitchen, “So, how’s it been for you? Lots of sex?” he asked.

“Here and there,” I answered vaguely not wishing to flaunt my sex life, “I jerk off a lot. It’s not enough anymore,” he said, “I wish just once that I could be with somebody who understood what it’s like to like boys,” he continued. I hated the pain he was feeling and gave into it even though I knew that I should not go there.

“Come on Jon,”  I said and motioned him to my bedroom. He closed the door behind us and stood expectantly, anxiously, “I seem to recall that you were actually kind of hot at the urinal and then shoved me into the stall at Wild Rivers and stole a kiss,” I said as I stood there.

He looked down, “I know. I’ve thought about that moment a thousand times. I never wanted it to be that way, I’m sorry Randy.”

I smiled and walked up to him, “It’s OK,” and then I pushed him back against the door and moved in, put my mouth on his and he immediately opened his mouth. I slipped my tongue into his mouth and his arms wrapped around me and turned me, switching his position with mine, my back to the door now.

He whimpered, moaned and I felt his erection pressing against mine and we humped up against each other firmly. I slowly pushed him away from the door, stopped the kissed and started to undress him.

I feared that this might be the only time Jon Teel might have a sexual experience that wasn’t based on sneaking around in bathroom stalls in public places or secreting away to use or be used and never loved. I hoped that I would be wrong, but could do nothing about this future. This was all about the now.

I undressed, touched and nuzzled him and he did the same to me uttering small whimpers and not saying anything at all. Jon was so sensuous, so natural with it. I got naked with him and we stood and kissed and touched, rubbed and were gentle with each other.

I took Jon by the hand to my bed, sat him up against the headboard and then I became his. He treated me with a gentleness that would be hard to forget. He hugged me, fondled me, rubbed and explored all over me.

He grew so excited to lick on my cock, up and down my shaft, my balls and even tried to suck me down,

“How am I doing? Am I doing stuff wrong?” he worried. I smiled, “No Jon, you’re doing it just right. Don’t worry, just do what feels natural,” I reassured him which seemed to make him happy.

Then I sucked on him, sucked down his cock and made him feel things, both gentle and strong, showing him the possibilities.

There was nothing rough or imitating. After bringing him to the edge of explosion once, twice and then three times, he begged me for release. I straddled Jon over his torso, lube at the ready and then slowly sat down onto his hard dick. He looked up at me, grasped my cock but never took his eyes off of me until at the very last moment.

Then, forced by a rapture as strong to him as a 20 foot wave at the Wedge to a bodysurfer, Jon had to close his eyes, his face contorted and his body arched high up like an A-frame shaped crest. Jon shot wave after wave of sperm up into my body, shuddering, shivering, groaning loudly and then settled down,

“Oh man, I could do that hundred times and it would never get old,” he said with a serene smile that made me smile as well. He just lay there as his dick came out of me. He reached for my erection, but I shook my head,

“No, this is not about me,” and then lay down with him on the bed. We kissed and hugged gently again. He smiled, “I knew it would be that good. I knew it was what I wanted and needed. I need to be with boys, but I don’t think that can happen soon if ever,” his face drawing into a longing sadness.

I sighed, “I don’t know either Jon. Just remember I’m here to be your friend, OK?”

He nodded and then grasped my dick with his fist, “Can I try to suck you once more?”

I smiled and nodded and he did! He got me off and laughed and lapped at my nectar, fingered it and ate all of it and smiled and looked so damn happy. After that I drove Jon back home, but stopped a block short so that he would not be seen with me. He apologized ten times for asking me to do that. I just smiled, kissed his cheek and told him, “Don’t worry. Friends do special things for friends.”

I watched Jon Teel walk up the block to his house. I was pretty sure that I would not be in his close company ever again, but wished that I could and hoped that Jon could find his way to happiness any way possible.

I drove home and discovered that he had left my house only wearing a long sleeve shirt, having removed his bright orange T-shirt that sported the Wild River logo on it. He left it in my car. I would fold it and try to get it back to him some time into the future.

* * * * * * * * * *

Ryland Ridger, Mike’s middle boy had turned fourteen-years-old shortly after New Years in January. He and I had a time of it for a while from about New Years to Valentine’s Day over my apparent turning his big brother Finn, gay. Yes, it was stupid and after all these months of time had inexplicably come out of the fucking blue.

Even Mike and Mickey could not convince Ry otherwise. In the end, part of it was all about the time I got to spend with Finn that he did not. Ry worshipped Finn as he should and I was in essence, the interloper; but in my mind, part of it also had to be something quite different.

At any rate, Finn had a “talk” with Ry finally and told him to “fucking grow up,” but it was I who insisted that I would stop coming over to visit Finn for a while and during that time he and Finn would spend time as bros together. Well, instead of spending time with Finn, Ry went off and did his own thing with friends. That’s when I knew I was right, but said nothing to nobody.

Mike put his foot down and told Ry in the future that if he heard one word against my friendship and especially intimacy with Finn, he would be very upset with Ry and Ry might even get punished.

A short time passed at which time a multi-family surfing safari to North Shore in Hawaii was planned. Everyone was super-stoked. It would include my dad and mom as well!

Then, about two weeks before the Hawaiian trip, Ry went and cut loose on me when we were alone out on their pool deck,

“You’re just a fag who fagged out my big brother,” and Mike overheard it. Shit hit fan. Mike stormed out to the pool deck, “Get your ass in your room, NOW!” and Ry ran off, a distraught look on his face.

Mike turned to me, “I’ve had enough. Randy, do you think you can go into his room and spank my son until he cries? You need to put him in his place on this issue, OK?” This took me by as much surprise as Ry’s outburst already had,

“Mike, I’m not his father. I’m not sure how he would react if I showed up alone,” I shared my concern, “Oh, don’t worry, I’m going with you to make sure Ry understands that he will obey you,” and all I could do was shrug, “Well, OK.”

Mike stormed into Ry’s room, me following. He told Ry that I would be punishing him and that he would do everything I told him and that if he did not, Mike exaggerated with that he would spank him for a year and then ground him for two more.

Mike stormed out of the room, slamming the door shut that is after giving me a leather belt to use on Ry if I so chose. I stood there shaking a little. Ry stood there shaking a lot.

“Look Ry, I don’t know what to say. I thought I had made it clear a dozen times that I’m not trying to take your big brother away from you or steal time with him away from you. I did not turn Finn gay. He came born that way and you know it. I just wish we could get along. I like you, a lot. It sucks that you don’t like me.”

Ry’s face was downturned, “It’s not that, not that at all. I like you Randy, a lot,” he said softly, “It’s that I’m also afraid of you,” his voice crumbling a little, “Afraid?” I asked incredulous.

He swallowed thickly, “It’s good to not want to … have sex with your brother. He’s blood. That’s supposed to be wrong. But it’s different when you want to be fucked by your big brother’s hot best friend,” and then he looked at me.

Finally, the truth was out. I had thought as much for quite a while now. “Ry, are you sure?”

His head lowered, “I’m gay, just like Finn, just like you,” and his face began to crumble. I rushed to his side and put my arm around him, “Ry! Nobody knew!” and then he started to fall apart, “I was afraid that if I told mom and dad that they would throw me out because having Finn as gay was OK, but two gay sons was too much. So much for grandchildren and that only leaves Luke!” and then he totally lost it.

I hugged him close and held him as he bawled into my chest very hard. I was tearing up as well as my heart went out to him.

He finally stopped, “It’s not like that Ry. Your folks would never do that, you do know that, don’t you?” and he nodded, “I guess. It’s just so hard. I see boys at school and don’t want them to think I’m gay and yet, I can’t help it,” and he dissolved a little again.

“I want to help Ry, I do. Do you want to talk to your dad now?” I asked.

“No. He expects you to punish me and as far as I’m concerned, I deserve it. I deserve an ass whipping from you Randy and I want it, but it’s going to make my dick hard because all I think about is you with my big brother having sex. And I think about you spanking me and sexing me up,” and he sniffed up snot.

Wow, what a small planet I lived on just then. I nodded, “OK,” and he stood up, “Tell me what to do please,” and looked so trusting. Fuck! Finn was going to flip, just flip. I sighed, “OK, pants down. On second thought, just strip naked, Ry,” I ordered him.

He did and his endowment came out hard as nails. He looked so unsure of himself, “Hey Ry, that’s quite a weapon you have there, you might want to point it away from me, I don’t want to get shot down.”

He blushed and managed a smile, “Thanks,” and seemed to relax, but I didn’t. I sat down and drew one hell of a great looking kid, Finn’s little brother, across my knees. I felt his hard cock rubbing my lap.

My dick was hard, no shit. I tried my best to hide it from him and thought I did a good job until I felt a hand trying to fondle me, “Ry!” I said and the hand disappeared, “I thought that was supposed to be what a gay guy does when he has a chance with another hot gay guy.”

I sighed again, “OK, but only if you promise not to tell Finn. He’ll get jealous and I’ll never hear the end of it.”

“OK,” he giggled a little, “Will you hold onto mine too? It’s like a fantasy I’ve had for a while,” and I sighed for the umpteenth time, “Fine,” and I reached around and grasped his erection. I’m not going to tell you that it didn’t feel great, because it did; but still, it was just too weird.

I spanked Ry with my hand then and not with the belt. I just could not do that now. I did spank him hard enough with my hand, however, so that he let go of my junk and concentrated on his very sore bottom. His cock got soft, that time anyway and I got some good honest tears from him. When I was done, I helped him up. He looked at and felt his sore bottom.

He sidled up to me, his body language asking for a hug. I hugged Ry closely,

“Never be afraid again Ryland. I’m your friend and your buddy. So is Finn, OK? If anyone, anyone finds out that you are gay and tries to bully you or threatens to hurt you or put the moves on you and you don’t like it, you tell Finn and you tell me and your dad, OK?”

He nodded, “Randy?” he asked, “Yes, Ry?”

“Thank you for my spanking. I might jack off later if that’s OK and one more thing. I have a huge crush on you. You should know that in case I want to put the moves on you!”

I blinked, but I did not make fun, “Ryland Ridger. Your big brother is going to have a fit if he thinks he’s going to be replaced by his grom of a little bro. I’m flattered Ry, I am. You’re a great guy,” and held out my hand to fist pump, but Ry leaned in and kissed my cheek. It was so damn cute.

Ry pulled up his pants, “Now what?” he said looking worried again, “You have to tell your dad,” and he nodded, “Come with me?” he asked. This was going to be good. I followed Ry out to the pool area. Mike was in his deck chair.

“Dad? We have to talk,” Ry said,

“Oh, are you punished?” Mike asked a bit bemused, “Yes dad, Randy spanked me good. I cried, but there’s another problem.”

“Oh?” Mike said and looked at me. Ry stood there playing with his fingers, no doubt very nervous, “Yea, um … Luke is going to have to have babies for grandchildren.”

I chuckled, nice opener, “What?” Mike said understandably confused, “Yea, Finn and I can’t,” he said next. Genius, “Ryland, what are you trying to tell me?”

Ry’s face crumbled a bit though not quite to crying. I went over and stood next to Ry, “Go for it big guy. Catch the wave, Ry,” I said. He sighed, “Dad, I’m gay like Finn. That’s why I’ve been so mean to Randy,” and then poor Ry lost it again, bawling disconsolately. Mike jumped up and hugged his son into his arms.

Mike looked at me, “Wow, Ryland. Well, I understand bub. It’s OK. It doesn’t change anything. I Iove you big guy!” and Ry recovered and backed off of dad a little ways.

“There’s more, I have a crush on Randy,” he said even a bit defensively. I bit my lip, ready for Mike to be upset at me, but Mike looked at me, “Well, did you tell him?”

“Yes, in the room after he beat my ass. I told him I might want to jump his bones.”

Mike chuckled, “Well, as long as it’s Randy, it’s OK. I trust him with you, OK?” and I felt a little faint. Finn was going to have a cow, “Are you OK with this Randy?” Mike asked me.

“Yes sir, I am. I mean, I would never do anything,” and Mike held up his hand, “Randy, just relax. Ryland is like fourteen going on thirty, I would rather he learn from you than anyone if that is what Ry wants, do you son?”

Ry nodded and grinned enthusiastically, “Yes please!” and I looked around me. When had I become a new grom’s gay mentor, so to speak?

“There, it’s settled then. Randy, once in awhile just for me, beat his ass good just like you do with Finn behind that closed door.”

My eyes got big! They knew what we did, Finn and I sometimes? Ry smirked, “Now I can be the one to get a smacking and then have a good fuck.”

“Ry!” I yelped and whacked him on the seat. Mike laughed, “Kids,” and that was that except telling Mickey and of course, Finn.

Mickey was surprised for three seconds and then mom and son shed a few tears together and that was that. When we told Finn, he on the other hand looked kind of pleased, but faked feeling slighted or cheated.

After all, being the only gay boy in the family had had its benefits as far as he was concerned and now Ry was just stealing away his perks on purpose just to be a shit, not to mention Ry told him about his crush on me and that he was prepared to fight Finn for me. How could you not love that?

Actually Finn and Ry hugged and kissed and made an “agreement” to share me. Just great. Now I was the Ridger family pet. I suppose I could do worse.

Like all new gay boys of Ry’s age, he was anxious to make his sexual debut, the sooner the better. First there was dinner that night at the Ridger house. I sat there feeling like an anxious new grom about to get my lunch handed to me in a line-up. Ry was entirely animated.

Finn was flipping me shit saying, “Better you than me bro. I don’t need any little greasy grom asking for surfing lessons in the bedroom.” Mickey told me that that the only thing she was worried about was Ry pestering me. As for Mike, well nothing bothered Mike. He just said, “Good luck with that,” and went about doing Mike stuff.

Well, as it turned out that evening, Finn and I did a demo at first. We sat our little newly hatched gay grom down for a serious chat. We laid out the rules. No anal until he learned from us, meaning me. No sex with friends unless we checked each one out first, meaning both Finn and I. In other words there would be no free-lancing.

If he got horny and got tired of jacking off, he would tell us, meaning me and I would be glad to share my skills with him. There was other stuff too, but then we had Ry just watch as Finn and I demonstrated what really it was all about: tenderness, gentleness, touching, talking, laughing, cuddling and kissing. That’s how it started as the last thing I wanted Ry to learn was that it was just about orgasms and loud rough anal sex. That would come soon enough.

It actually was so very erotic. We were up on the bed; I was lying to the side of Finn’s supine body. Everyone was naked, even Ry. We told him he could play with himself and jack off if he liked as he watched and he started to do that at first. Then as Finn and I gently kissed, smiled, shared something funny, gently touched each other and then furtively played with each other’s cocks and balls, Ry lost interest in himself.

We looked down, Ry’s eyes were red and he rubbed them, “What’s the matter Ry?” I asked, “I’m just so ashamed that all this time I was trying to peek at you guys, thinking sex was dirty and just about getting your rocks off. And now you guys look so … so beautiful!” and he sniffed.

I sat up, “Come up here Ry,” I said and then Finn said, “Time for me to watch, this is yours buddy, I’m so very proud of you and glad you’re Ry’s teacher,” and Finn went to the floor and sat up against the dresser to watch.

Ry carefully climbed up on top of my tummy. His cock was hard, as was mine. He looked at it in back of himself, “Don’t do anything, it looks painful,” he smiled and I grinned, “No, this is for you. Touch me, however you want,” I said.

Ry started to explore, touch and feel my body. He said nothing for a long time and then leaned forward and slowly stretched himself on top of me. I put my legs together so that he had a full body experience. He just lay there a moment, “I didn’t know it would feel like this. Can I touch your dick now?” he asked and I said yes.

Ry scooted down and stroked on me and on himself, “Can I put it in my mouth? Isn’t that what you are supposed to do?” and I nodded, “If you want,” I said and looked at Finn. Finn was playing with himself and grinned up at me, “Kinda makes me wish I was Ry,” he said.

Ry licked cautiously at first but then he started to breath faster and then put my cockhead in his mouth and then went down too far and gagged, and popped up, “Careful buddy!” I smiled, “Wow, I like this,” and he went down again but did not gag and did so up and down until his jaw hurt.

“Want to feel me suck you?” I asked, “Yea!” he responded so I had him scoot way up so that he remained on top and taught him how to feed his dick to me. Ry was a quick study and was pumping himself in and out, “Oh God Randy, can I cum?” and I nodded, “Yes!” and he put his hands on the wall in front of him and then awkwardly, but effectively started to thrust his hips,

“Oh fuck! I’m gonna do it! Fuck!” his voice higher and then he did, he shot his first load into my mouth. It was as sweet a treat as I had ever had and we looked over and Finn then stood and shot his load standing sideways, the stream shooting out a couple of feet.

“What about you Randy?” he asked anxiously, “Can I make you cum please?” he asked and I nodded, “However you like,” I replied. He played with my cock, grinning, talking to it and then licked and pulled on it a little and then a lot and then masturbated me and when I shot my load and it cascaded all over his hand, he laughed and tasted it, “Yum!” he said, “Tastes like mine,” revealing just a little of his secret habits.

After that, Finn crawled back up into the bed and we sat and hosted Ry on top of us, naked and happy together. Ry got a woodie back and then jacked off for us, proud of his newly found prowess. Afterwards he kissed Finn on the cheek,

“Thank you big bro, I love you,” and they hugged and then Ry looked at me, “Um, guess I’m your grom now. I’ll try to obey and if I don’t, I know you’re going to spank me and not for fun either,” he said. I nodded,

“Well, let’s just say that if you screw up, you will be spanked hard, but spanking can be done for fun and sex, too.”

Ry smiled and left the room no doubt to contemplate his newly hatched existence. Finn and I cuddled for a while and then I got up, cleaned up and went home to Gar’s house feeling pretty damn good and proud of myself.

* * * * * * * * * *

Merely a week later making it just a week before spring break and our big trip to Hawaii, the wheels almost came off the bus. Finn and I were at Finn’s house, Mike at work, Mickey with Luke somewhere. When the call from Ry’s school came, Finn took it.

Finn looked at me with an upset expression as he hung up the phone, “God dammit, Randy! Ry is in big shit at school. I better call dad!”  Finn did try to call Mike and Mickey too but for whatever reason, they both did not answer, “We better do this. We’re kind of in charge anyway,” Finn said correctly, so we took off in Finn’s Land Rover.

On the way Finn explained that Ry was up for suspension or worse on account of being caught bullying a boy a year younger. Kids get into squabbles all the time, but this was different. Ry had bullied a kid named Jimmy, calling him all manner of vile homophobic slurs. He not only did that, Ry took a swing at him and bloodied the boy’s nose when the boy challenged him.

Finn was beside himself with anger. I was not happy, but more concerned that Finn would go ape-shit on Ry and not help matters. When we got there, the principal’s office was filled with adults mulling over the problem that Ry had caused.

Everyone knew Finn and trusted him to be in place of their mom and dad until such time. We asked for time alone in the principal’s office with Ry. He looked devastated and that was good.

Finn made him stand and look us in the eye as we sat, “What happened!?” Finn asked sternly. Long story short, ever since coming out to his family and me, being at school, closeted, Ry was afraid of what other boys his age and younger would think about his sexuality. How Jimmy came to think Ry was gay was beyond anyone. Maybe Jimmy was gay too and had a thing for Ry just as Ry had a thing for me.

At any rate, Ry felt threatened and acted out as Ry can do sometimes, only this one took the cake and badly. We conferenced about Ry’s behavior with all concerned adults, including Jimmy’s parents in the conversation. Ry was to write a letter, an essay of apology about his behavior that he would read in an assembly of the student body in two days. He would not be suspended, but would have to attend a special diversity class for kids his age.

By this time, Mike and Mickey called us back. We explained the facts and felt they could await our arrival. We took a very quiet and humble boy out of school that day to the Land Rover. Ry had said little to this point, “Are you going to punish me?” he asked quietly.

“Do you think?” Finn barked at him loudly, “Easy Finn,” I said, “Fuck you Randy, don’t tell me how to feel!” and I nodded, “I’m not. It’s just there’s no need to yell, OK?” and Finn sighed, “Sorry,” he said. I turned to look at Ry, “Punished? Unless your mom and dad says no, Finn and I,” and Finn broke in, “I won’t have anything to do with it, you do it,” he said.

“Unless your mom and dad say no, you are going to be sitting on pillows for dinner. I am going to blister your bottom, hard and long and you will be very sorry and that is after you are lectured, got it?” I said sternly.

“Got it,” Ry said and looked at me, his eyes conveying true regret and contrition as far as I could tell anyway.

We drove home. Ry told his parents what had happened, what he had done. Both Mike and Mickey were solemn. Mike looked at his son,

“I am very disappointed in you Ry. I expected better. I also expect you to do as Randy says and if you can’t sit on your butt for the next day, too bad. If it were me, you’d be spanked and grounded, but I’m going to leave all that up to your big brothers,” and I looked up at Mike and then at Finn. Finn nodded, put his hand on my shoulder in support of that revelation. I wanted to be proud and worthy of that moniker, but it was tough right now to be Ry’s big brother.

Finn and I took Ry to his bedroom, told him to strip off naked and just sit. We closed the door to give him a few moments,

“I hate what he did, but I can’t stand the thought of what I have to do,” I said and I was serious. I was going to be the bad guy and make him suffer for his sin. No fun, no good feelings.

“Better you than me, and I mean that. I couldn’t punish him. Dad would, but dad is not you and right now Ry needs you to lay down the law and that’s what it is my friend. I support you Randy, hell, I love you as a brother and as a fellow surfer on my team. Kaz was right you know. You are a ripper, now go in there and rip up my brother’s butt.”

I nodded, opened the door and passed through. To my surprise, Ry strode forward naked as a jay bird and handed me the dreaded hairbrush that was kept in his dresser drawer for this purpose. His penis was erect, no surprise and no surprise that I ignored it.

“Randy, I’m sorry I’m putting you through this. You don’t deserve to feel bad. I fucked up. I need to be punished. I’m glad you’re doing it.” I went to his bed, waved him over, “Let’s get this over with. No cussing. You can scream all you want and believe me you will be screaming. Expect your butt to be black and blue,” I explained and then took him across one knee and held his legs down with the other.

Ry started to shake and then he started to sob and looked very afraid. I recalled that I promised him a lecture,  “You are being punished for using very poor and hurtful judgment, for being disrespectful of your mom, your dad, Finn, me, Jimmy, your school and the freedom of speech. You hurt him with words that never should be uttered. You hurt him with a fist that never should have clenched. Understand?”

He nodded and started to crumble, no use waiting. Finn told me later that standing by the closed bedroom door after he heard the hairbrush hitting his little brother’s bottom was very tough. As Ry started to cry out in pain and beg and it didn’t stop and Ry kept screaming and bawling, that Finn shed a few tears for Ry, me and even a few for himself.

I had to hold Ry down. I had to tan his attractive little bottom until it wasn’t so attractive anymore. I had to make sure it never would happen again and that he would respect me and respect my promise to be a good big brother no matter how much it hurt the both of us.

At the end, I had to lift him up to standing, my eyes swimming in tears. He bawled into my chest and I let him. He winced and limped a little, and looked at his torn up buttocks, “Wow, remind me never to piss off my big brother again,” he said and smiled a little and then he hugged me, “Randy, I love you. I mean … like a brother. Thank you for being the one to punish me. I respect you and I’ll always do what you tell me … do you still love me?”

Oh God! I sobbed a little, “Of course you grimy little grom! I love you a lot, OK?” and I had to wipe my face of moisture. He nodded, “Good. Come on. Finn is gonna want to see the damages, dad too.”

Finn praised Ry, but still gave him some good-natured shit. Mike praised Ry without shit and told him he was proud of him and then turned to me, “Randy, come here,” and Mike Ridger hugged me, “Son, I am very thankful that you are in our lives. I’d adopt you, but Leo might take me to court,” and we laughed and then he said, “Still, you are in our family now, so get used to it, OK?” and I had to control my tender emotions just then, “Thanks, Mike.”

Ry sat on two pillows that night and before his bedtime I inspected his bottom. There would be moderate bruising is all, but better that than a boy misguided. I tucked Ry into bed that night, sitting at his bedside, “It’s really cool to have two gay big brothers. I’m lucky. Thank you Randy,” he said and kissed my cheek, “You’re welcome grom,” and we fist pumped before I left the room.

Two days later me, Finn, Mike and Mickey listened to the packed school auditorium as Ry read his essay. I had proofed it, so had Finn, Mike and Mickey. It was good, very good and very heart felt. He read it with confidence. He apologized to Jimmy and his parents and issued apologies to all those who his actions had affected. At the end he said,

“On a more personal note, I am going to tell all of you now, I am gay. I want to be a proud gay person, but right now, I am humbled by having been so wrong and treated Jimmy so poorly. Thank you for listening.”

The place erupted in applause. The principal thanked Ry and as he walked out a lot of kids patted him and told him they were proud of him. Yes, there were the smirky boys and girls that would doubtlessly give him problems over it into the future, but in the main, it was excellent. He walked up to us and hugged his dad, mom, Finn and then me. He whispered, “Did I do good?” and I whispered back, “You ripped it grom, you ripped it.”

Next: Part Eight

© Copyright PJ Franklin September 24, 2014

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