Date: Wed, 17 Jan 2018 17:21:39 +0000 (UTC)
From: Kim Hansen <ringinmine@yahoo.com>
Subject: Ring in Mine John Chapter 22

Ring in Mine
    Kim Terry

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Ring in Mine: John Chapter 22

John's eyes opened to see a first responder looking down at him.

"John, It's good to see you back. How do you feel?" The first responder
asked. "I've called the Provost's office." John wondered why the stranger
knew his name and then remembered the dog tag Bob made him promise to wear.

"I think I cracked my head open." John said shakily reaching for the
bandage on his forehead. "How bad is it?"

John wasn't happy about the required trip to the Emergency Room for x-rays
and stitches.  As they rolled him back from radiology John could hear his
parents arguing about who was taking John home. John called Frank. John was
going to do everything he could to go back to his dorm. The doctor stopped
by long enough to put a few stitches in John's forehead.

"It looks like you are ready to go." The doctor announced.

"Can you delay telling my parents until they finish arguing? I don't think
I am up to having them continue their discussion in here." John asked. The
doctor left care instructions with John. When John called Duane asking for
a ride back to campus, John made the mistake of mentioning his arguing
parents. Duane was afraid to go against his coaches wishes. John called
Sarah. She agreed to meet him at the McDonalds down the street. John put
his shirt back on and cut his bracelet off leaving it on the bed with a
note.

"I am going home. I want you two to get along. Dad I can tell you are
really trying. Mom I know how much you love him. This separation is all
about me. I am doing fine.

My suggestion is move back together. Have some romantic and passionate
evenings without worrying about me. I will be fine. I don't care if you get
back together but at least try to get along.

When you both can behave like caring adults then and only then maybe we can
be a family.

By the way I will be really put out if both of you are not at my opening
tomorrow afternoon at the college gallery. I expect you to be on your best
behavior.

                                John"

John made a quick call to Bob, his therapist with a brief request. He
carefully slipped out and took the stairs. In the hospital shop John
stopped and bought a really cool cane using the debit card Frank had
provided for him to access his funds. His head still hurt some but he
sighed with relief when Sarah finally picked him up.

Sarah hadn't seen his dorm room. Sarah helped John pull the
blood-splattered shirt over his head. She hadn't seen the scars left from
the attack.

"Do they hurt?" She asked as she traced them with her finger. They didn't
hurt. Sarah's touch had quite the opposite effect. Sarah brushed the front
of John's track pants.

"I think this answers my question." Sarah giggled.

While John showered the sweat and blood off of his sore body. Sarah read
the care notes from the doctor. Sarah really liked John. She thought the
scars were sort of sexy.

"John!" She shouted through the door. "It says here you aren't to be alone
for the first 24 hours."

Sarah called home before John came out. "Mom, I will be staying at a
friend's house tonight," was the message she left.

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Back at the hospital Mark and Ruth had finally talked with the doctor only
to learn they had lost John again. Both of them were angry at each other
and at their son. They were about to start another shouting match when Bob
arrived.

"I got a call from John. He asked me to referee. I charge extra for boxing
matches so let's keep it civil." Bob began. Bob found a consultation room
they could borrow. The two supposed adults sat down with their therapist.

"For your information John listened to your argument as long as he could
handle it. John didn't want to go home with either of you. Until being
broadsided by the film today he had made great strides in his
recovery. From what I have heard he even bounced back from the film quickly
enough to present his show to a group of students." Bob explained

Bob read the note out loud. "John loves you both and knows how miserable
both of you have been. He and his lawyer, working with DFS, have
effectively pulled himself out of the equation." Bob explained that with
John's income and status as a full time college student DFS was willing to
give him autonomous status with oversight. The papers had already been
signed by a judge.

Bob listened to the two complain, moan and finally give up.

"So how can we fix this?" Mark asked.

Bob explained that from John's point of view "THIS" had been fixed. Mark
and Ruth were broken.

"The note says most of it. John was a little more graphic on the
phone. Something about a candlelit dinner, followed by a romantic movie and
doing it like rabbits until you pass out." Bob couldn't keep a straight
face as he quoted John's instructions for his parents.

"John expects you to be at his opening tomorrow smiling arm in arm. He says
if you don't really feel it, fake it. His show is being featured as a major
part of a symposium on suicide prevention and school bullying. This will
get his work known outside of Utah."

Bob left Mark and Ruth talking. "Maybe they have a chance." Bob thought.

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When John came out of the bathroom Sarah was gone. It wasn't long before
she returned with a plastic baggie of ice for John's head. He rummaged
through his drawer for a shirt.

"John would you mind leaving your shirt off?" Sarah asked.

Sarah pulled back the covers on John's bed. She helped John out of his
brace and track pants. John was grateful he hadn't gone commando that
day. She wrapped the ice in a towel to keep it from being too cold and
placed it over John's bandage.

"You just rest. I will run down to the drug store and get what's on the
doctor's list." Sarah offered.

"There is a twenty in my desk drawer. I hope that will be enough." John
said with his eyes closed. Sleep was quickly overtaking him.

John woke to the warm snuggly feeling of having a warm mostly naked body
sleeping next to him. A warm hand had reached through his fly and wrapped
around his balls. It was a warm protected feeling.

"I wondered when you were going to wake up." John nearly jumped hearing
Sarah's whisper.

Sarah leaned into him and placed her lips on his. When her tongue slipped
across his lips they parted allowing her access. They had kissed
before. This was special.

She rolled back and traced John's scars by candlelight. "Sarah must have
bought candles. John thought.

Sarah brushed her fingers across John's nipple and he shivered with
pleasure. Pleased with his response she replaced her fingers with her lips,
gently sucking the now erect flesh as she played with the other. John had
slipped into that realm of pleasure where nothing else mattered.

Sarah began tracing John injuries until she reached a line that disappeared
under the waistline of his boxers. She didn't let a little thing like a
thin layer of cotton stand between her and her goal. As she pulled down on
the elastic John lifted his hips.

Sarah found John's manhood fascinating. She had never held a penis in her
hand. It was growing quickly and Sarah loved every inch of it.  She
tentatively licked the head. It was clean and John smelled like the Irish
Spring soap he had used. Sarah closed her lips sliding about half of his
length into her mouth. It didn't taste dirty or nasty. The head of John's
manhood was firm but still soft. The smoothness felt interesting on her
tongue.

John was enjoying Sarah's attention. There was something he wanted to
try. With very little effort he convinced Sarah to kneel over his face. She
continued sucking on his dick as his tongue made contact with her
vagina. He could tell she had showered and used his soap. It tasted fresh
and clean, with a musky undertone. It was delicious. He dove into his
activity with enthusiasm.

After a few minutes John pulled back. "Sarah, tell me how to make you feel
the very best."

Sarah had played with her clit but this was her first time with a tongue
down there. It felt great; occasionally John would brush against something
that felt extra good and Sarah would have him do it again, and again, and
again. Between his enthusiasm and her guidance John was becoming a champion
clit licker.

Sarah returned her attention to John. When he was at full hardness she
reached for a small packet on John's desk. "Sarah must have planned for
this to happen." John thought.

She rolled the thin latex over John's penis and slowly lowered her body
onto his firm invader. There was a moment of resistance and he slid the
rest of the way in. She sat there with John deeply inside of her enjoying
the fullness. Slowly she began to slide up and down John's length. She
would have loved to have John doing the work, but she understood the
limitations of his knee and his head. They could do this most of the
weekend if John wanted. It was definitely in Sarah's plans.

"Tell me when you think you are close." She instructed.

"I'm nearly there!" John exclaimed. Sarah stopped and leaned down and
kissed her young man.

"Tell me when you are ready again." Sarah gasped between lip locks. Finally
John pushed upward and Sarah began again. She found an angle where John was
rubbing against her clit. This time it was Sarah that shivered. She began
hitting it over and over.

"I'm nearly there again!" John panted.

Sarah no longer cared as her orgasam shook her to her very soul. This was
so much better than her fingers in the tub. John joined her in climax a
moment later.

Following the instructions on the condom box she carefully held the condom
in place as she rose off of her man.

"I wanted to do that last summer." Sarah announced. "It was worth waiting
for."

John reached up and kissed her. "You didn't have to wait until I couldn't
run away. I would have loved you anytime."

Sarah pulled out a bag of cut up veggies, bite sized pieces of fruit and
little sandwiches. They lay in bed naked feeding each other the bite sized
morsels listening to Barry Manilow love songs.

There was a knock on the door.  "John! It's Duane."

"Duane you are going to have to come back I'm a little busy at the moment!"
John answered.

"We need to talk about picking up your suit for tomorrow." Nigel called
out.

"They want to come in and make out." John whispered. Sarah looked
shocked. "Not with me. With each other."

"And you let them?" Sarah asked.

"I make them change and wash the sheets and towels. It cuts down on my
laundry and I have clean sheets three or four times a week." John continued
whispering.

"Are you going to open the door?" Duane finally broke the silence.

"This should be fun." Sarah whispered. "We are a little busy in here!"

A girl's voice was the last thing the friends had expected to hear. Maybe
John was straight. "Picking up his tux is covered. See you tomorrow." Sarah
couldn't help herself. She thought it was hilarious.

"Oh John it's so big!" She moaned loudly. She hoped the boys at the door
couldn't hear her giggles.

"Sarah," John paused hopefully. "I was wondering if you would be my date
for the opening tomorrow?"

"I would love to. I don't know what I have to wear though." Sarah stated.

John had checked his expense account balance just a couple of days ago. "I
have an idea. Trust me."

John snuggled next to Sarah. The luscious feel of her soft skin was
exhilarating. John moved down to Sarah's breast and licked across the
nipple. Sarah shivered. He sucked the nipple into his mouth.

"Tell me what feels the best." John requested. He was careful of his knee
as he followed Sarah's instructions. He finally found himself rubbing his
tongue on her clit. She reached down and placed her hands on John's
head. She tried to pull John upward for a kiss, but he was determined that
he was going to make her climax first.

He finally hit things just right. As she pulled his head even more tightly
between her legs he was rewarded with her flowing nectar. John learned he
loved having this super power- the ability to give his girl such
pleasure. He was rewarded soon with another burst of her womanly
flavors. After Sarah's third he carefully slid up for a kiss. It was a
quick kiss.

"John. I don't know how you can enjoy that. Could you wash your face
please?" Sarah asked.

John thought she was crazy. He loved her flavor and even more he loved the
pleasure it gave her. He hobbled into the bathroom and washed his face and
used mouth wash. He blew out the candles. A dim light filled the room. John
was embarrassed.

"Sorry about the night light. After the attack I don't do dark very well."
John explained.

In her best big bad wolf impression Sarah answered; "The better to kiss you
with my dear."

After a prolonged kiss, Sarah rested her head on John's chest. They
listened to each other breathing. Sarah soon fell asleep. John knew he was
probably too young for sex. As long as they were careful he didn't see a
problem. His gay friends were having sex. John wondered, "How many condoms
came in a box?" He closed his eyes and slept.

He woke the next morning after an undisturbed night. He could get used to
having a warm body to chase away the nightmares. He finally slipped away
from Sarah's sleeping form without waking her.

After taking care of his pressing need, he took his pad and began
drawing. The dim light of early dawn lit the scene. She was so beautiful
lying there covered mostly by the sheet. As much as he wanted to show all
of her beauty he carefully moved her long hair to display only a hint of
bare breast. He had never worked naked. The tool between his legs was
definitely aroused by his model. He hoped she wouldn't wake up until he was
nearly done.

Finally she rolled onto her back. With the pose disturbed there was no need
to continue right then. It just needed polishing. John grabbed a damp
washcloth and slid between Sarah's legs. She woke to the bliss of a loving
tongue working its magic. As much as she wanted to kiss John she didn't
want to disturb his efforts.

After the second orgasam she had to have John in her. He wasn't sure how to
do this without bending his knee more than he should. She finally rolled
him on his back again, dressed little Johnny for play and slid the hard
flesh inside of her. There was none of the pain from the night before. John
was also able to last longer; they shared this intimate pleasure.

In the midst of passion Sarah didn't care that John smelled of her
womanhood. She plunged her tongue deeply into his mouth, filling him as he
filled her. There was an advantage of kissing during the buildup and
orgasm, there were no loud screams for the dorm parents to hear. This
wasn't something either of them wanted reported to their parents.

After their passion subsided John took Sarah's hand and led her into the
shower. They shared a different level of intimacy as they soaped each
other's bodies. John had to be careful of the bandage and stitches. Sarah
carefully washed his hair.

Dressed for the day they choose not to eat breakfast at the
cafeteria. There were too many eyes that might put two and two
together. They stopped at a little bakery for croissants next to the Formal
Wear boutique where John was renting his tux.

A grandmotherly woman served them in the Tux shop. "There is a change of
plans." John explained. "I know you also rent formal gowns. My date needs
something that works with my suit."

There were measurements taken. Sarah tried on five gowns. When she came out
in the last one she took John's breathe away. It accented Sarah's eyes and
skin tone. It had a faint shimmer as she moved. This was the gown. John's
vest was switched to a fabric that matched the gown.

Sarah had another surprise waiting for her. The shop had a stylist. Sarah
looked in the mirror, and was left breathless. Sarah was waiting for
someone to say she had to leave the ball by midnight. Her father being a
college official would be at the opening and the reception for their guest
speakers afterward. She decided not to tell them she was going to be there
also.

Together they made all eyes turn as they entered for the opening. John had
foregone the walker for a black walking stick. Between the stick and Sarah
he would remain upright. The slacks were a little loose so the brace could
be hidden under them. The big pad and tape on John's forehead had been
removed at the shop. They had carefully used a smaller bandage and they
used just enough foundation to mostly hide it.

They made the rounds stopping to greet the Terrions and the President of
the college. Sarah's parents were a bit surprised. This was a beautiful
woman not their angular little girl.

Finally the couple approached Mark and Ruth. A bruise was barely showing
above Mark's collar.

"I hope that is what I think it is." John softly spoke to his father. Ruth
blushed. John smiled from ear to ear. "I would ask for details but a
gentleman never kisses and tells." Now Mark was blushing.

Finally the time came and John Litchfield was introduced.

"Thank you all for coming. I have noticed many of you looking at my work
here in the foyer. I am going to make a blatant plug to begin with. This is
how I fund my education. The art here in the foyer is available through my
agent and owner of the Eclectic Synergy Gallery in Salt Lake
Mr. Bertrolli." John waited for Mr. Bertrolli to identify himself. "Now we
get down to the serious purpose of the today's show."

John slipped into his presentation and just as with his class the day
before John stood in the pool of light waiting for the main gallery room to
fill.

"I and three others were tortured and raped all in the name of a God that
teaches love thy fellow man. I hope when they arrive before the Seat of
Justice they are given a taste of the Hell they put four of God's beloved
children through."

John slipped behind the display and the lights came on. John joined his
beautiful date in the foyer. There was a young man maybe sixteen gazing at
the nude paintings. John knew this boy from somewhere.

John walked up to the gentleman and introduced himself.

"I knew we would meet someday. My name is Brian Abernathy. I am one of the
presenters at the symposium. Maybe you have seen some of my work." The
artist pulled a small book out of his pocket and presented it to John. "A
Soul in Darkness" was printed in a black area. The rest of the cover
featured a small figure in the middle. Faceless fears swirled around
him. It was moving and frightening.

"I did the cover for a friend of mine." Brian said simply. Brian pulled out
another book and offered it to Sarah. "Fighting the Darkness" On the cover
was a cloaked figure carrying a lantern and a staff.

John now recognized the person he had dreamt of more than once. John
touched his chest in amazement.

"You have your own light now. It is your job to share it." Brian explained.

John stood their speechless. "Have you seen my presentation?" John finally
asked.

"I slipped in earlier. I prefer to cry without an audience. John
Litchfield, you are going to make a difference in this world." Brian shook
John's hand and lifted Sarah's, bowed and left a kiss on the back.

Just then a young woman called out to Brian. "You need to hustle if you are
going to be dressed for the reception."

"Let me introduce my fiancé, Cherish." Brian introduced the young
woman. "My suggestion is to make yourself scarce. My friend calls it
maximum impact. Anything you say out here will detract from the impact of
your images. Socialize at the reception later."

John promised to behave himself if they hid out in his room for the hour
before the reception. John was still a little dazed as he told Sarah about
his dreams featuring the young man who had just left.

Duane and Nigel caught the couple just as they were leaving for the
reception. They looked a little sheepish asking if they could borrow the
room. John and Sarah chuckled all the way to the Student Union.

As Sarah and John neared the Ballroom their discussion turned from the boys
doing it on their sheets to how well behaved their parents would be.

John and Sarah were up to the challenge of graciously representing the
university. Unless an adult had attended the opening presentation at the
gallery they looked over, around and maybe even though these kids playing
grown up. John kept his conversations away from the details of "the" week,
since his knowledge of the events was still mostly second hand and instead
focused on what we could do to make things better.

As luck would have it John and Sarah would be sharing a table with the
Litchfields, Sarah's parents, and the Dean of the College of Education. The
final couple was a member of the teaching staff that had been a presenter
and his friend. John wondered how well his father was going to handle the
special friend. John was getting pretty good at reading the body language
of really close friends. John hoped that his father would be on his best
behavior with college officials present. Ruth had reminded Mark more than
once that they were there as John's guests.

The dinner was banquet food; neither fantastic nor bad. John let the adults
talk while he played footsie with Sarah. The speeches were supposed to be
about the importance of changing the mindset of our culture to be more
accepting of diversity; most used it as an opportunity for
self-aggrandizement. John softly mentioned to Sarah that it sounded like
they were all running for office. The Dean must of heard the comment.

He smiled. "I think John has a point."

John zoned out until he heard his name from the podium.

"The Marcus Jefferson Foundation is dedicated to building awareness of
student suicide, bullying and accepting diversity. During visits such as
these we occasionally run across a young individual who shows promise for
furthering the goals of the Foundation. Today I was very impressed with the
works of John Litchfield. His willingness to show the dark side of
intolerance and bigotry to the world may open the eyes of many. To help him
further this work the Foundation is awarding John Litchfield a scholarship
to help with his schooling." Brian Abernathy paused. Everyone waited for
Mr. Abernathy to continue.

"John, this is where you come up here and accept the check." Brian finally
added chuckling. The audience chuckled to as John walked to the podium. He
had decided to try the short walk without the cane. He made it until the
two steps onto the raised stage and his knee buckled.

John wanted to be anywhere but face down in front of all these
adults. Brian quickly helped John to his feet. John leaned on Brian's arm
as they finished the walk to the podium.

"What John does not want you to know is that he is wearing a brace under
his slacks. Early this spring he was attacked, beaten and left for dead in
a dumpster; not because what he is but what rumor said he was." Brian
explained. John looked at the floor. "John did not give up. At thirteen he
is attending college studying Art and Effective Communication."

Brian reached beneath his collar and pulled out what looked like a bone
shaped dog tag. "Ladies and Gentlemen, I proudly admit I am a member of the
Kennel Krew. We are a group of misfits collected by the Foundation's
founder. It was once joked that he was always collecting strays."

Brian reached into his pocket and placed a similar tag around John's
neck. "I would be surprised if in a couple of years John isn't a sought
after presenter for conferences just like this." Brian shook John's
hand. "The event organizer has been in a panic for the last few minutes and
I have to catch a flight. I hope you don't mind not giving a speech."

John took Brian's arm and leaning on his new friend, walked back to the
table. The audience continued clapping while Brian shook Mark's hand. Brian
hugged Ruth and once again kissed the back of Sarah's hand.

Brian touched John in the middle of his chest. "Remember your light is here
when you need it."

Brian was met by his Fiancé and they walked out the door.

For John the rest of the evening went by in a daze. There was a lot of
handshaking and congratulations from people he didn't know.

Ruth wanted John to come home for church and Sunday dinner. John
compromised on coming for dinner only if Sarah could come too. John
smiled. He would do his best to make sure she came, again and again.

Sarah's parents reminded her not to be out too late dashing John's hopes
for a second night of passion.

All thoughts of passion and the evening's events disappeared as John looked
into the darkness. Sarah sensing John's panic pulled him into a passionate
kiss.

"Brian said your light is here." She said touching John's chest. She looked
around.

"If you do this I'll light a fire here." She rubbed the front of his
slacks.

John gritted his teeth and held his hand over his chest. He didn't think it
would be socially acceptable to hold his real motivation. With his cane in
one hand and the other on Sarah's arm for stability, they walked down the
ramp rather than risk the stairs. John would never admit how much of the
fifteen minute walk was spent with his eyes closed.

It was with a sigh of relief when they finally entered the oasis of light
in the foyer of the dorm building. It was a completely different sigh that
met Sarah's ears when the door to John's room closed. Sarah checked the
clock and began helping John out of his clothes. John helped Sarah with the
zipper. When the rented clothes hung in the closet, Sarah slid down in
front of John. She decided she liked feeling him grow from soft to hard in
her mouth.

This time it was John that checked the clock. He pulled Sarah into a
passionate kiss as he fumbled with the clasp on her bra. Sarah finally had
to assist John with the tricky clasp. John led Sarah to the bed. John
locked the brace so he couldn't bend it to protect his healing knee-cap. It
was awkward but he settled himself between Sarah's legs. He asked Sarah to
assist him in doing the things she enjoyed the most. With John's excellent
memory in play she had very few opportunities to make suggestions.

Sarah had climaxed more than once when she finally asked John to enter
her. John had thought about this a lot during the day. He used a pillow to
raise Sarah's pelvis. He rolled a rubber over his manhood. With the knee
locked John couldn't use his thighs; he depended on his upper body
strength. It was a bit awkward but Sarah wasn't complaining.

John's arms finally gave out. Sarah rolled him onto his back. She was
determined to make her man cum. As he neared the point of no return he
warned Sarah. She worked harder. He shot two loads into her mouth before
she released his dick. The final volleys hit his chest and stomach. She
leaned over John and kissed him with a mouthful of semen. They shared
John's seed.

"I hope you don't mind if you don't come in my mouth again. I love the
taste of your penis. I don't care for your semen." Sarah explained. John
answered with another kiss.

They had pushed the clock. Sarah had to hurry if she was going to make it
home before her parents' imposed curfew. She didn't want them to limit how
much time she spent with John. He may be younger, but he acted so much more
mature than the boys did at school. Sarah had plans to spend a lot of time
with John, especially during the rapidly approaching summer break.

Early the next morning there was a knock on the door. John was working at
his desk only in his boxer briefs. He checked the clock; it was way too
early to be Sarah.

Just as he suspected it was Nigel. John knew Duane wouldn't be far behind.

"You can come in but don't expect me to leave. I have my sculpture project
to plan." John hadn't even look up when he shouted for Duane to come on
in. Duane found a naked Nigel on the bed and a mostly naked artist
struggling at his desk. Duane should have locked the door behind him.

Sarah was pleased John had left the door unlocked. She was a little
surprised to find John in his underwear totally ignoring the football jocks
behind him in a passionate 69. She quietly locked the door behind her. She
had thought gay sex would look disgusting. She was getting hot and bothered
watch these muscular studs in their passion.

Sarah startled John when she pulled his chair away from the desk and
slipped his dick through the fly of his boxers and into her mouth. The boys
on the bed got pretty loud as they neared climax. Sarah watched as they
shared their loads in a passionate kiss.

Sarah returned her efforts to John's cock. The boys stood on either side of
John. They played with John's nipples as they kissed. Sarah looked
up. John's friends were becoming hard again. Their dicks just inches from
John's face. John had reached and taken a dick in each hand.

This was more than Sarah could handle. She was sitting on John's lap as
quickly as she could get him rubbered.

It wasn't long before everyone came; the boys shooting all over John. John
and Sarah monopolized the shower first; followed by the boys. With Sarah
helping Duane on his final paper for English and John helping Nigel study
for his Math finals, homework was done quickly.

Sarah and John left for their prearranged Sunday dinner, leaving the boys
to their own devices. John knew the sheets were really going to need
changing. The boys had each bought John a new set of sheets so they
wouldn't have to do laundry as often.

Mark met John and Sarah at the door. He knew that today could be a turning
point. He needed to show both John and Ruth that he was trying to manage
his temper.

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