The Old Rawsone Residence, Frémont, Oregon....(1970)
Laughter got the attention of the newly arrived lad as he entered his family home expecting a warm welcome only to find his woman in the arms of another man, she was laughing and giggling as if she had not a care in the world while he, some jailhouse bum that looked as if he'd just escaped through a sewer pipe pawed at her chest and stripped off her clothes as if she'd been his whore. It was all fun and games to them but the lad had not been laughing, far from it as his blood boiled in his veins and he began to see only red. He could hear the sounds she was making as she'd done so with him whenever he touched her the way the prison bum was touching her. He stormed into the living room announcing his presence. The prison bum wasn't too happy to have any interruptions.
She got off the sofa and tried to make herself presentable. He didn't bother to do the same being more interested in his arousal and getting rid of the lad than making pleasantries. She introduced him as her "friend" not at all privy to the lad knowing the bastard had his prison cock inside her only a mere moments before.
He attempted to sound touch which only made the lad angry. He shoved the lad out the door and tossed a few dollars at him before telling him to "get lost for a few hours." This further enraged the lad who had gotten up off the ground and dusted himself off. he had the most unusual look in his eyes as he turned and walked away from the house.
The lad didn't return until nightfall and the eeriness of the cold air and the darkness of night only seemed to intensify his rage as he entered the house. They were asleep, passed out from booze and drugs, and the place reeked of sex and sweat. It was the scent of sex that set off the lad and there was no turning back once it had.
He burst into the bedroom to find the naked prison bum and the blonde bitch asleep as if they had not a care in the world. More fury filled the lad as he pushed the naked prison bum out of his bed and began beating him while he'd been semi-conscious. He didn't know where the strength came from but he dragged the naked bastard out of his house kicking and punching him as he attempted to protect himself. there was a good deal of blood and yelling as The blonde bitch leaped from the bed in horror as the lad continued to stomp and kick the prison bum until he got him out of the house throwing him onto the ground like he did him previously.
The prison bum attempted to get to his feet only for the lad to bust his eye socket via a haymaker and send him back to the ground. He crawled away in an attempt to run for his life as the lad's fury had not dissipated in the least. Once the offending bastard had fled yelling for all who would listen to "The Kid's Crazy" as he went.
The blonde bitch trembled this time as she rushed back into the house picking up the phone to dial the police. He ran inside slamming the door and snatching the phone from her hands before she could press a button. The rage behind his eyes was greater than she'd ever seen it.
She knew what she did.
She knew she had pissed him off and now she was going to have to make amends.
"WHORE." hissed the lad still enraged.
She dropped to her knees and began crying crocodile tears. He wasn't moved in the slightest. When she realized how angry he'd been she unbuckled his belt and unclasped his trousers fishing for his cock which was aroused due to her fear and began stroking him in a bid to get him to calm down.
He returned her teasing with more rage as he gripped her by the neck and forced her onto the sofa in the living room. Her eyes widened in horror when she realized who it was she was dealing with this time around.
"You belong to Daddy whore." he growled parting her legs and fishing out his erect cock before shoving it inside her with a force that caused her to cry out.
She stared into the eyes of a wrathful Lonnie and knew all too well that she'd have to suffer the consequences of making a fool of him.
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Room 14, The Windsor, Roadside Motel, Denver Colorado.....
Lex awoke to the violent tremors that seemed to have been coming from Lonnie as he lay beside him in the motel bed. It was still quite dark out and even darker inside their room as the tremors continued. Lonnie was unresponsive as his body convulsed and he remained asleep. This wasn't the first time this happened and Lex knew all too well that it wouldn't be the last as he rushed into the bathroom and wet a towel before rushing into the main room and applying the cold towel to Lonnie's face. He had become proficient at this in the short amount of time they'd been together and it was always a cause for him to worry about the overall health of his lover.
Despite his trembling, Lex moved to ensure Lonnie didn't bite his tongue and kept the cool towel on him until he came out of it. There was no telling how long he'd been under, but it was enough to terrify the younger lad who held him close.
Lonnie's body convulsed and he had no control over the streams of tears that cascaded down his cheeks nor did he have control over the fact that he'd wet himself as a result of the apparent seizure. Lex didn't mind it as he was more concerned about getting Lonnie out of it than anything else. He kissed his face and patted him with the towel while gently speaking to him. This was one of the few times he'd been allowed to show Lonnie actual affection without being ridiculed or it has to do with their sexual exploits.
He loved this man, flaws and all as he had loved no one else in the world and just the thought of him enduring any pain caused Lex to become unhappy. It was why he was so determined to get him away from The Bitch. He needed to be with him in their home far from the pain she was causing him and he had yet to find out.
Lonnie came out after several minutes blinking amid the darkness as confusion set in. He felt uncomfortable as he concluded that he'd wet the bed while sleeping or what was supposed to be him sleeping only to find that Lex was holding him and wiping his sweaty face with a warm towel.
"Fuck." he said seemingly exhausted.
His head hurt badly and his body ached all over from the tension of his muscles during the convulsions.
"Lonnie," said Lex kissing him on the lips as he came around. "I was so worried...you were under longer this time than before and I didn't know what else to do."
"Did you just fucking call me Lonnie?" he asked indicating that he'd been in his right mind.
Lex was glad of it and allowed him to sit up and rest against the pillows and the headboard.
"Fuck..." hissed Lonnie holding his head against the throbbing pain. "The cleaning lady is going to have a hell of a time cleaning this place, my cum, your cum, and now piss she's gonna think we had a fucking three-way in here."
Lex smiled just pleased to have Lonnie with him again.
"Who's the dirty boy now?" he asked teasing his lover.
"Oh it's always been me, didn't you know?" replied Lonnie with a smirk. "I do need a fucking shower."
Lex climbed off the bed and extended his hand, Lonnie took it as the younger lad led him to the bathroom with the implication that they both needed one after the events of the previous night.