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Finally Chapter 10.  I know, I know, has been a while.  I hope it was worth the wait.  If you'd like to leave feedback on this story you can at omicron_theta_626@hotmail.com  Or better yet, come and visit my webpage at http://www.omicrontheta.org.  I also have a few other stories posted in this section of the Nifty Archive.  Keep a look out.
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Crown Of Thorns
by: Chris A.
Omicron Theta

Crown Of Thorns
Chapter 10

 I never like the courtroom, not even on TV.  Seeing it now, in person sucked even worse.  But I stuck it up and dealt with it.  `For the good of society,' I kept on telling my self.  But that thought kept on drifting to, `For the good of me.'  I couldn't blame myself.  Although, I really tried to keep my feeling in check during the trial, things didn't go the way I planned.  I cried a lot.  It wasn't in my nature, of course that was physical pain, this was, however, emotional.

Through it all stood Terry.  He was with my since day one.  Although not physically with me, as in holding my hand or giving me a hug, I could see his face in the crowd.  I knew that he was with me emotionally.  That helped a little.  Every night I would go to Danny's home, no, my home.  It felt so good to say that.  He would be there waiting for me.  We would go up to my bedroom without words and he would just hold me, while I cried some more.

They showed pictures at the trial, pictures of my bruises, and broken bones.  Most of which I don't remember.  Then they showed pictures of my still painful anal intrusion.  The defending attorney forced me to look at them and confirm that was me.  I said, "Yea, that's me, in fact it still hurts to shit."  After that, he grilled me.  I didn't like him much.  He was a fat bald man with eyes that could kill.  I kept my character and answered every question to the truth.  I think that my testimony hurt my father more than defended him.

There were a slew of witnesses.  Danny came up along with Miles.  Miles didn't have much to say.  Danny, however, made it a point to show the court how long it hurt every time he play punched me.  He shed not a tear, but I knew that it hurt.  God bless my friends.

I was called again and the people submitted the note from Terry to me.  I told the court that I would rather do my testimony in private with a direct line only to the jury.  My request was granted since it dealt with private matters.   Inside, I confirmed that Terry sent the letter and that he and I were now a couple.  I could see my father turn shades of red, but everyone else remained composed.  I flinched as a instinctual response to my father.  I was assured, however, that I was perfectly safe.

That night that I confessed those personal matters I went home exhausted.  "Terry, they asked me about the letter today."

"What did you say?" he asked genuinely concerned.

"The truth."

"Really."  I could feel him start to shake.  "Really," he repeated.

"Don't worry, only the judge knows, the jury, and the attorneys.  I had the audience put out.  I was hard at first, but it became easier after a while.  I'm sorry I had to drag you into this.  It isn't fair."

"It's ok, I perfectly understand."

"Still I feel bad," I responded.  He started to kiss the back of my neck.  His hands wrapped around me, and he scooted closer.

"I love you," he said between kisses.

I flopped around to face him and said, "And I you, forever."  Our faces were drawn together and out lips pressed together.  It was the most electric feeling.  Shocks ran through me.  I felt lightheaded, but only in a good way.  His tongue slipped into my mouth and started to probe the inside.  The feelings increased ten fold.  How that is possible, I am not sure.  We parted for only an instant but it was enough time to say, "Wow"

As soon as that slipped from my lips they were again busied by the pressure of Terry's.  Again I opened my mouth to admit his tongue, but this time I did the same.  Our tongues slid by each other.  Our mouths grinned together.  One of my hands caressed his back, moving from the small of it to his shoulders.  My other hand remained on his face, gently stroking his ear.  Following the curves of his jaw and sliding back up.  His hands roamed around my body.  I felt it arousing, and my crotch responded.

We rolled over, me on top of him.  I started to grind into him, initiating the next step.  He broke the kiss and asked, "Are you sure you want to do this."

I responded with a worried face and a quaky voice, "Y…Yea."  He smiled which reassured me.  I relaxed in his arms.  Somehow we flipped positions.  It felt wonderful to have his weight on me.  Like I was sure that somebody was there.

He broke our kiss again and muttered, "I love you."  With that he slid his hands under my shirt and drew them up.  I raised my arms admitting him to my personal self.  He saw the remnants of my bruises and his face grew sullen.

"Shhhhh, please, don't pay heed to them.  I love you, and I want this."  A smile crept to his face, which again melted me on the spot.  He removed his shirt and exposed his toned and tanned body to me.  "How did I get so lucky."

"I'm asking the same thing."

"Hmmm," was my only response.  He slipped further down my body and removed the sweat pants that I put on earlier in the evening.  The tent in them was obvious, but wasn't mentioned because he had one to match.  He next pulled off my boxer-briefs exposing my five-inch cock.  The moon reflected off a pearl of precum.  He looked at it admiringly, and then looked up at me with a smile on his face.  I saw through it and saw lust and love.  I reflected it.

He quickly licked the drop off the top causing my penis to twitch.  "I like it when it does that," he commented.  He did that same action again, again causing the same reaction.  I could see him lick his lips then I saw the head disappear into his throat.

I groaned.  Not loud, just a soft groan of pure pleasure.  The feeling of moisture and suction is indescribable.   Wonderful, awesome, fuckin' fantastic doesn't come close.  I closed my eyes and gripped the bed sheets as the rest of my dick was absorbed into his mouth.  With a bit of effort his nose touched my pubic hair in which case he rose only to go back down.  My hips began to involuntarily buck under the extreme pressure of my orgasm rising to the surface.  I was getting close, and he but only bobbed twice.  Hey, this was my fist sexual experience.

I warned him before the inevitable eruption, but he only increased his suction.  My hand slapped across my mouth to disrupt the loud groan of pleasure.  My cock pulsed in his mouth, then I spewed forth my cum.  In spurts, all of which he swallowed, I cum my first for something other than my fist.  When My orgasm subsided I relaxed into the bed and felt weak.  Post-orgasmic high, I think I heard it called.   A thin layer of sweat glistened in the moonlight.

Terry climbed up the bed and lay next to me.  He pressed his lips to mine, which instinctively opened.  He shared the remnants of my cum with me, which caught me by surprise but was oddly alluring.  This brought me out of my daze, and I whispered in his ear, "My turn."

"You don't have to."

He was so nice, so caring, so loving.  I had to show him, not just tell him.  "I know, but I want to."  I gently pushed him on his back and placed a kiss on his lips.  Somehow, in the mealy his pants were removed.  `Takes care of one task,' I thought to myself.  I kissed to his ear, in which I licked along the rim.  He groaned in approval much the same that I did.

I moved to the crook of his neck and kissed in that area, gently applying slight suction.  I gave him a light hicky.   Not noticeable, except if you know it is there.  I moved down and flicked at his left nipple.  The response was immediate.  It stood erect.  I moved to the next.  I was greeted with the same.  I lovingly took it between my teeth.  He made some animal sound that could only mean that I was doing a good job.

I moved down leaving a trail down his washboard stomach toward his naval.  I spent little time there, since I was impatient for the prize rubbing against my neck at this moment.  Without hesitation I licked up the shaft toward the top and like he did me quickly lick off the drop of precum.  One had rubbed his abdomen and the other, the inside of his thigh.  In one swift motion I took his five and a quarter into my throat with concentration.  His size was a rough estimate.  He accidentally groaned aloud.  I released his dick and shot him a glare.


"There going to kill me."  With this I continued the task at hand.  No, it wasn't a task.  It was a pleasure.  A pleasure to pleasure my love.  He too, was close with just a few quick oral strokes.  Without warning he erupted into my mouth.  I was unprepared and a it dribbled out of the corners of my mouth and down his shaft.  Fearing sensitivity I released his dick and cleaned up the mess I made.  I slid up his body and lay next to him.  I kissed him, sharing his juices.  That kiss was an intimate moment that I will never forget.  If fact the entire night was one that I will never forget.

"I love you," he murmured.

"I love you too, forever." I lay my head on his chest and tossed my arm across his chest.  I fell asleep in that position.  About and hour and half later I woke and pulled the sheet over our naked bodies.


 When I opened my eyes the next day the sun wasn't even up.  The sky was a deep shade of blue symbolizing the impending rise.  I found myself neatly nestled in Terry's arms.  I could have stayed there all day, it wouldn't make a difference.   I felt the warm air rush through his nose over my skin.  Something as simple as that, makes me love this guy even more.

"Are you going to watch me breath all day," he surprised me.

I jumped a bit, "You're awake."

"Great assumption.  Care to make another."

A grin plastered onto my face, "Yea, three actually.  One, your horny and want some.  Two, my mother probably heard us last night.  Third, I have to piss like a race horse."

"Understood."  With that he too got up and walked casually tward the door.

"Hold up, you don't think that anyone else will be up?"

"Dude, what time is it?"

"Ummm, 6:30."

"Exactly.  We have five hours till court, and we all need our strength for it.  I guarantee that nobody else will be up."  He opened the door and walked out bare ass naked.  I followed not wanting to be left behind.

I came upon the closed bathroom door.  I tried the handle but it was locked.  "What kinda game is this.  Open up."

"Come on, I want a little privacy," he said as he opened the door.

"You don't get privacy around me."  We emptied our bladders together then went back to bed.  "I don't want to do this," I said before I again fell asleep.

With the evident terror in my face I was drawn into another hug with Terry.  I reveled in his strength, which he so often gives in this time.  He held me without question, without even contemplation.  "Don't worry," he told me, "I'll be right there with you, what every the verdict."  With this he gave me a smile and a gentle squeeze, to assure his point.

Instinctively, I smiled back.  His, always does that to me, melts my heart.  "I love you."

"I love you, forever," he said stealing my line.  I turned my back to him and curled up, I moved closer and wrapped my in his embrace.  When he slid his arm across my chest I held it steady, reassuringly over my heart.

"This forever belongs to you," I said.  He kissed the back of my neck, sending a chill down my spine.

"I know," he replied.


I sat in silence throughout the drive to the courthouse and all through the deliberation.  Which didn't take long.  I had nothing left to give.  Terry was, as he promised, by my side through the entire thing.

"We the jury find the defendant, William Robert Enright, on the fist indictment, child abuse in the first degree, guilty.  On the second indictment, sexual molestation in the second degree, we find the defendant, guilty."  With that my father fate was sealed.  The combined jail time was 8-25 years.

"Thank you, the defendant is remanded into the custody of the state pending a sentencing hearing.  That is the order of the court," the judge spoke with a harsh voice.

The gavel struck the stone base and in my head it echoed.  It was over.  Legally, I am under the custody of Mrs. Chambers and I had a new brother, Danny.  Life was looking up once again.


I was quite surprised to hear my new mother speak out on the way home.  "You guys have to be more quite!"  Flabbergasted wouldn't really be the word I would use.  This was more than that.

"You heard us."

"Good job covering it up, but yes.  I'll tell you, I am not happy with that fact, but I know that there is no stopping two people in love express their love in more than emotions."  She said this completely calm.

I, on the other hand, had turned completely red.  I looked over at Terry and he too had turned a nice shade of crimson.

"Mom!!" I heard Danny whine.

"Shh, Dan."

"I'm sorry," I interjected before she could continue.

"No need for apologies.  I just want you two to do two things for me.  One, be careful, and the second, be considerate."

`Wow,' I have never met somebody so considerate, and understanding.  It kinda took my by surprise.  I jerked my head and gave Terry a smile.  He smiled back.

Not a cliff hanger, gee, I thought that I would deprive you of such a pleasure this time.   If you'd like to leave feedback on this story you can at omicron_theta_626@hotmail.com  Or better yet, come and visit my webpage at http://www.omicrontheta.org.  Come, visit, enjoy.  :-)