"You stupid little shit!" Jimmy Durro's dad said as he grabbed the boy's arm and jerked him inside the house. He had just picked the boy up from school and had as yet to speak a word to him up until then. The ride home had been shear torture for Jimmy, watching his father seethe and simmer next to him not knowing when he would erupt, but now that they were home he knew he was in for it.
"I'm sorry dad...but he's a faggot...and you told me I should hate faggots...." Jimmy wailed.
"What? He's a faggot? Then you have to learn to be smarter and not get caught boy. Do you understand me?" he said hauling the boy up off his feet and shaking him.
Jimmy's dad was 6'4" and weighed 280 lbs, most of it muscle, and the boy looked like a rag doll being shaken by a child.
"Please dad...don't...you're hurting my arm," Jimmy squealed. It wasn't the first time his father had gotten a little out of control but so far he'd avoided any permanent damage.
"You're lucky I don't rip it off and beat your sorry ass with it," he said through gritted teeth but he did let up a little and let the boy's feet touch the floor.
"I'm sorry dad...I promise I'll be more careful," he wailed.
"Bet your sorry ass you will, cause when I get through with you you'll remember this lesson a long time," he said as he dragged the boy off to the garage.
The door slammed behind them and then the only sounds were the sting of leather and flesh on flesh and the wailing and crying of a 12 year old boy.
The week passed quickly for John and the Twins, but for Jimmy Durro it was an unbearably long 7 days. His arm itched inside his cast and his back and butt still stung from the beating he had received. He considered himself lucky though, if his father hadn't broken his arm halfway through the punishment it might have gone on a lot longer and been a lot worse. As it was his mom had broken a beer bottle over his father's head when she discovered what he was doing and had whisked the boy off to the hospital.
Her story was that the boy had fallen off his bicycle, but the doctors weren't buying it and to save her own skin she had turned her husband in. He now sat in the city jail, but she knew he wouldn't be there long. He always seemed to be able to worm his way out of any legal situation. And so all week long Jimmy lived with the fear that his father would return and finish what he had started. Fortunately for Jimmy however, this time Hank Durro had gone too far and the DA was pressing charges and it was doubtful Jimmy's father would be able to post bail.
On the Monday following his suspension Jimmy walked into school alone, but he was soon joined by his two cronies, Buddy and Mike.
"What the hell happened to your arm Jimmy? Beat off too much?" Buddy snorted.
"Shut the fuck up," Jimmy growled and Buddy lost his shit-eating grin.
"Those faggots are still at it," Mike said changing the subject, "and the teachers are on their side. What are we gonna do Jimmy?"
"I don't care about them right now. I got problems of my own," Jimmy growled, "just leave me the fuck alone," he said stomping off leaving is buddies to stare after him with open mouths.
"What's his problem?" Buddy said looking deflated.
"Didn't you hear dumb ass, his old man beat the crap out of him and broke his fucking arm?"
"No way...what happened to his dad, did he get busted?"
"Yeah, he's in jail, but when he gets out he's probably gonna kill Jimmy."
"Man, that's fucked up," Buddy said as they headed off to class.
When John entered the classroom he shared with Jimmy he didn't notice him at first. He'd forgotten that this was the day he was returning and he'd enjoyed his absence immensely. Even his cronies Buddy and Mike had laid off the last week but he knew that wouldn't last for long. When he did finally notice Jimmy he wondered what the white thing was he was wearing on his arm. As he got closer he could see that the white thing was indeed a cast and he felt his stomach knot up with worry and concern. Sure Jimmy was a big bully and hardly anyone liked him, but it was obvious he had suffered some kind of injury and being a compassionate young boy John felt bad for him.
The second thing he noticed was that Jimmy and his two buddies didn't seem to be talking and joking around like usual. He was glad for that since lately he'd been the butt of their jokes, but he was sure their silence wouldn't last.
"Class, I want everyone to welcome Jimmy back today. Maybe you'd like your classmates to sign your cast?" Mr. Sullivan said. He's heard the rumors about Jimmy's injury but he didn't want to alarm his students or embarrass Jimmy by asking too many questions.
"I guess," Jimmy grunted. But not the faggot, he thought to himself. He's gonna die for this.
John forgot about Jimmy after the lesson started and didn't think about him again until the class was over. A few of the other kids were hovering around Jimmy's desk taking turns signing his cast, but John knew his signature wouldn't be welcomed there so he headed out to meet up with the Twins.
"Hey, how'd it go with Jimmy being back?" Jaden asked looking agitated.
"It was weird, him or his buddies didn't say a word to me. In fact they didn't talk to each other, and....Jimmy has a cast on his arm. Weird huh?"
"You don't think his dad broke his arm do you?" Aidan asked frowning. "Remember what dad said about us not knowing what Jimmy was going through at home?"
Jaden shrugged, "Naw, that kind of stuff only happens on TV. Probably fell out of bed or something."
"I don't know," John said looking serious, "but I feel sort of sorry for him."
"Don't!" Jaden smirked, "He's still a jackass and a bully and maybe he finally got some of what was coming to him."
"J....." John began, "he's just a kid like us. Maybe we should try being his friend for a change and not judge him."
Jaden rolled his eyes, "Whatever....come on, let's not waste our time talking about Jimmy and his boys."
They turned the conversation to happier subjects then, but John couldn't get Jimmy's out of his head the rest of the day.
By gym class the rumor mill had caught up with the boys and everyone was talking about how Jimmy's dad had beat him and in the process broke him arm. At first Jaden was doubtful, but when Mark Wheeler verified that his father was the doctor on call when Jimmy was brought in they realized the rumor was true.
"Oh my God, this is bad...very bad," John wailed, "and it's all because of me."
"What? No, wait..how is it your fault? You didn't make Jimmy call you that stuff or be a jerk. If anyone's to blame it's his dick for a dad. No wonder the kid is a jerk, his old man is a worse jerk."
"I know how you feel John," Aidan said daring to touch his friend, "but Jaden's right, it's not your fault."
"I know...I know, but I still feel rotten."
"Maybe we should try to talk to him or something."
"Ha," Jaden looking pained, "he's not gonna ever be our friend...so just forget it."
"I don't know," John said softly, "we could try...."
"Suit yourself, but don't blame me if he tries to bite you or something," Jaden smirked.
"Come on let's hit the showers," Aidan suggested, "and get out of here.
They took a quick shower and this time they didn't linger and by the time they got to the pickup lane Mrs. Reynolds was waiting for them. A short distance away in the open doorway of the North entrance to the school Jimmy watched the boys with mall content. Somehow we would get his revenge but he had to be careful. He'd been careless before and it had cost him suspension and a broken arm and he couldn't afford to mess up again. Mike and Buddy were useless, he decided, and he'd have to handle this himself, but not now..the time would come though, he was sure of it.
"Hey, can John come over for a while mom? His mom don't care."
"You know John is always welcome as long as it's okay with his parents it's fine with us."
A quick phone call to John's mom fixed things up and soon they arrived at the Reynold's home and the boys piled out of the van headed in for their after school snack. As they sat at the breakfast bar swiveling back and forth in the bar chairs and eating their snack of fruit and oatmeal cookies they talked with Mrs. Reynolds and the subject of Jimmy came up.
"Yeah, mom everyone says it's true....Jimmy's dad beat him up and broke his arm," Jaden said excitedly.
"Oh dear, that poor boy. You know this just goes to show that for every bully there is someone bullying them."
"Yeah, well...so far he's been pretty quiet. He hasn't been picking on anyone and he's not even hanging out with his evil minions," Jaden laughed.
"Jaden!" his mother scolded, "You could be a little more sensitive. Think about how you'd feel if you were in his shoes."
"Yeah, I guess. Sorry mom."
"I think we should try to be more friendly to him." Aidan said glancing at his brother.
"I think that's an excellent idea. Maybe you boys can become friends and help him work through this."
Jaden rolled his eyes, but kept quiet. He was convinced Jimmy wash a hopeless douche and nothing could change that, but if John and Aidan insisted on trying to be friends with him, he'd be there to make sure things didn't go bad.
"John, how do you feel about all this?" Mrs. Reynolds asked knowing John had been the brunt of Jimmy's bullying and the reason he'd been suspended.
"Ummm...I think Aidan is right...we should try to be his friend...even though he was kind of mean to us."
"You're a good boy John," Mrs. Reynolds said smiling, "and you have a good heart. It's amazing what a little kindness can do and I'd like to see you boys try to make friends with Jimmy."
"Mom, you just don't know him...." Jaden said looking worried, "he's mean and he hates anyone who's different and well...he doesn't like any of us three so it's not gonna be easy...."
"You're right son, I don't know him, but I wonder if you do either. I mean you only know what you see on the surface, but deep inside he's just a boy with the same kind of feelings that you have. His life hasn't been quite as nice as yours and he has some issues, but that just means he needs friends all the more. So...for my sake, will you try?"
"Yes ma'am," he muttered, "but is he tries any crap...it's on."
Mrs. Reynolds sighed, "Jaden sometimes it's hard to believe you and Aidan are twins, let alone brothers. You are so different."
"Yeah, but I'm the tough one who takes care of stuff," Jaden said proudly, "no one messes with my brother or my friends."
She ruffled his hair and kissed his nose, "And I appreciate that. You're both good boys, just different, and I guess that's okay. You're both just perfect like you are and don't let anyone tell you different. Well, I have some laundry to do. I'll call you when it's time to take John home."
The boys finished their snack quickly and hurried up to the twins' room so they'd have some play time. Ordinarily Jaden would have joined in, but today he just wasn't feeling it and grabbed his tablet and caught up on his social media while John and Aidan lay on Aidan's bed kissing.
Aidan was glad for once that Jaden didn't join them as he snuggled up to John and they shared a kiss. After a few minutes they began to fondle each other through their clothes and once they were hard the clothes began to come off.
Jaden glanced over at the two and smiled. He thought they were very cute together and he was glad they were getting along so well. Now that Aidan had someone to share things with he didn't feel the pressure that he had felt before. Now he was free to find someone himself, even though so far he hadn't felt the need. He felt his cock stir a little when John rolled on top of his brother exposing his perky rear and then went back to his tablet. As much as he enjoyed messing around with the two, he decided that today he would let them devote all their energy to one another.
Around six John's mother called and said she was going to the store and would just swing by and pick up John when she was finished shopping and it was decided that John would eat dinner with the twins. It was chili dogs and tater tots night and the boys ate heartily and brought Mr. Reynolds up to speed on the recent developments in their life.
When he heard about Jimmy's ordeal he was both concerned and sympathetic. He was no stranger to child abuse having come from a family where one of his cousins was abused repeatedly by his father and mother. It had ended badly with the boy being placed in foster care, though he was eventually taken in by an aunt and uncle, but to this day he had emotional problems and though he'd managed to avoid jail, he had been in trouble a few times.
"I hope his mother will make sure this sort of thing doesn't happen again. Although that probably won't be a problem, the DA has a history of prosecuting this kind of case to the fullest extent of the law. Of course the damage is already done and the boy probably needs some counceling now."
"John and the boys are going to try talking to Jimmy and see if they can help."
"That's very commendable boys, but don't be surprised if he's not very receptive to your attempt. He no doubt has a few issues to resolve before he can begin to heal."
"I know it won't be easy dad, but we just want him to know that we care and that what happened to him wasn't his fault."
Mr. Reynolds reached out and rubbed Aidan's shoulder, "You're a good boy Aidan, and if anyone can reach him..it's probably you. Just be careful and take it slow...okay?"
"Yes sir," Aidan said smiling as he leaned into his dad.
"Hey, I'm a good boy too," Jaden teased, "but I see things like they are and I see Jimmy as a total waste of space. So...I'm not expecting much."
"Where did you learn to be so cynical? his dad chuckled.
"From living in the real world," Jaden laughed.
"Oh, I forgot you were so widely traveled and had such a bounty of experience," he teased.
"Dad, you just don't know what a jungle our school is," Jaden said grinning and everyone laughed.
"Well, keep the tigers at bay and do your best..but remember, if you can't handle things on your own, get help from a trusted adult."
"We're not being molested," Jaden chuckled.
Mr. Reynolds rolled his eyes, "I doubt we'd ever have to worry about that," he muttered and Jaden just smiled while Aidan blushed. Sometimes it was like their dad knew all about what went on between them.
After dinner they piled down in the family room floor and watched TV till John's mom showed up. They walked John to the car and as soon as John's mom was in the car Aidan gave a John a quick hug, assuming they were out of sight. Glancing in the rear view mirror, John's mom saw the hug and smiled. She wasn't sure she approved of John being so close to another boy, but she supposed it was nothing to worry about. Still she thought it was best she not discuss this with her husband since he might think it was an innocent as she did.
In the front seat beside his mother John filled her in on the news of Jimmy's ordeal and she forgot about the hug and concentrated on what her son was saying. She couldn't imagine a father harming his child or a mother allowing it, but she knew that her husband could be quite verbal when he felt the situation deemed it necessary.
Across town in a rundown mobile home Jimmy Durro snaked a straightened out coat hanger into his cast trying to scratch the itch that had been driving him crazy all day.
"Ah...oh yeah, that feels good...almost as good as sex," he muttered to himself. Not that he knew what sex felt like, so far his hand was the only action he'd seen and now his good arm was in a cast and he was forced to jerk off with the other one.
"Jimmy," his mother called from the living room, "did you do your homework?"
"Yeah, it's done. Get off my back," he shrieked.
"Watch yourself young man...."
"What? Or you're beat me and break my other arm...or maybe burn me with the iron," he said defiantly as tears stung his eyes.
"Jimmy....son. Don't be that way...." his mom said sighing.
"You could've stopped him all those other times," Jimmy wailed, "but you like fucking too much...don't ya."
"Don't you talk to be like that young man. Don't try to blame me for what your father did....don't you think I would have stopped him if I could. Do you think you're the only one who got hurt?" his mother said dissolving into tears.
Jimmy hadn't thought of that. Had his dad beat his mother as well? Still he was too hurt and too stubborn to offer her any solace.
"You could have gone to the cops...."
"Don't you think I tried? Every time I tried he threatened to kill me or you and I believed him....oh lord I believed him....but this last time...this last time was too much. Your poor arm hanging there all funny and crooked...I just had to do something," she said between sobs, "I wanted to kill the son of a bitch and if I'd had a gun....." she said trailing off into convulsive sobs.
Even as tough as Jimmy was his mom's tears were starting to get to him. They'd been really close when he was younger and before his dad started drinking and getting mean and he missed that closeness sometimes.
"Mom...don't cry...please..." he said sitting down beside her.
At first he didn't know what to do but instinct took over and eventually he leaned in and hugged her frail body. She leaned into him and for a while they just sat there sharing their misery and the unfairness of their lives. Eventually the tears dried up and Mrs. Durro blew here nose and smiled at her son.
"That was nice Jimmy....almost like when you were little. I do love you son and I promise you I won't let him hurt you again...either of us."
"I know mom....I love you too. I...I'm sorry I said those things."
"It's all right...it was true once...but now all I care about is you."
They hugged once more and then Mrs. Durro got up and fixed them a simple meal with the little bit of food they still had. She wasn't sure what she was going to do now that her husband was gone. He had been their only source of income, what little he didn't waste or drink up, and now she was down to her last 20 dollars with no prospect of a job or money in sight.
They ate in silence and then without being asked to Jimmy cleared the table with his one good arm while his mom washed dishes. It was as if things had changed between them in the last hour or so and Jimmy felt that for once there might be a chance for him to be happy again.
"Night mom," Jimmy said leaning in to kiss his mom after the dishes were done.
"Night son...sweet dreams."
"You too..uh...mom?"
"Yes son."
"I...I just wanted to say...love ya."
Mrs. Durro smiled for the first time in a long time, "I love you too son. Things will work out...you'll see."
Jimmy wasn't sure he believed that exactly, but he did feel like there was at least some hope now. As he took his bath, his arm wrapped in a trash bag to avoid getting it wet, he thought about what his dad had said about faggots and he wondered what he would have said or done if he'd known his own son was one.
Then tears stung his eyes as he realized what that meant. He'd fought his demons for so long, but now....now that his father was gone and he no longer feared for his life, the feelings came back stronger than ever. No wonder he hated the twins and John so much, they had something he didn't..something that he wanted but was afraid to admit. Yes, he was a faggot....he liked boys....but he was sure no boy would ever like him back. He was too mean, too poor, too ugly, too fat. Yeah he was worthless and no one would ever love him. He was certain he'd never be happy, never be accepted, never be loved...so what was the point of all this?
Tears ran down his face now as he pawed at this hard cock with his left hand. It felt good despite the awkwardness of using his other arm, but it didn't matter. He wasn't really enjoying himself, it was just his way of punishing his body. Making his cock shoot out his foul seed and then hating himself for it. What was the good in doing this if he always had to do it alone?
"I wish I was dead," he said as his hand moved faster and faster. "No one would miss me, no one cares, but if I'm gonna die I'm taking those other faggots with me, "he whimpered, and then his orgasm hit him hard and his toes curled and several spurts of thin whitish fluid erupted from his engorged piss slit and he collapsed into the tub and closed his eyes wallowing in his misery and his bliss.
End of Chapter Five
This was a short chapter, but it's setting the stage for some real drama in the next chapter. I hope you guys are still following the story and liking it. I'm not getting as much feedback as I was at first. Also for those of you who wanted more of My 11th Summer, I posted the first chapter of the sequel Tween to Teen and I'd love to hear your thoughts and comments.
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Kewl Dad
12-28-16
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