Chapter 16
How My World Had Changed
When I had woke the second time, it was because of the yelling inside my house, my father screaming at my mother to get rid of me and never come back. I groaned. Here we go again, more fighting over me. Yet my mother told him that was never going to happen. The only one leaving would be him. I cringed, knowing once again it was my fault, and had a feeling this new arrangement or agreement with my adoptive parents was not going to work as far as my father was concerned. He wanted me gone period. I was not the only one groaning because of the fight taking place in the house as Mr. Kenly or Tom followed me inside.
My mother turned, seeing us. The fact we were still both naked did not even faze her. Watching her quickly put on a happy face and said. "Oh, good you're awake. I was just about to come out and wake you. So, you would have plenty of time to take a shower, dress, and have a hot breakfast before you had to be at Stringham's." I groaned inwardly, but a deal was a deal.
I went down the hall, seeing my father in his room stuffing clothes inside a plastic garbage bag. He noticed me and growled. "Put some clothes on, you God damn immoral freak! I should kill you for what you have done last night. It was the most disgusting thing I had ever seen. If it was my choice, you'd be dead, not having sex, with the Bishop's daughter or anyone for that matter. And the things you did with his son and him make me want to vomit you God damn pervert. That's right I know everything now."
My father reached for his belt, finding it missing. He was about to pull out a switchblade when Mr. Kenly stepped in front of me, dressed in only his bathrobe and with my mother beside him. She whispered something in his ear, and they grinned. I was told to stand against the wall in the hallway as they went further into the room. I watched my mother open Mr. Kenly's robe, letting it fall off his shoulders. My father growled as he turned to face them. My mother ignored him and kissed Mr. Kenly hard and deeply. She moaned really loud for my father's benefit. When she released him, she took her tongue and down his chest to each of his nipples, having him moan just as loud.
I watched as my father's pants started to show a tent as his face went ashen white gasping in disbelief. Watching my mother work her way down to his penis and took it in her mouth bring it to a very hard state. My father yelled. "What in the hell are you doing? You God damn fucking whore?"
When she pulled it out, she looked at my father and said. "Oh, you are still here. I was just seeing what a real man tasted like, considering it has been years since I had one. Now get out of my house before I have you arrested for trespassing and attempted murder. And do not come back until you can be civil with me and my son."
The room went into pandemonium as my father went for his switchblade and was about to kill both of them. I knew my father, and he was not going to stand by and watch his wife have sex with another man period. Even though he did not want her in the first place, and had refused to sign the divorce papers stating she and the rest of us were his property.
He was about to kill them both, but he did not see me coming, as I placed a sharp kitchen knife against his throat. That was sitting on the dresser in a pan of homemade fudge, too sweet for my taste when my mother makes it. One of those things she considers X-rated that only she and my father were allowed to touch. A bad habit that still remains even though she has changed completely. Some habits are hard to break.
I growled. "You have two choices: drop the switchblade or die right here." I nicked his neck to show him I was serious. He chose to drop the switchblade as Mr. Kenly kicked it behind him.
My mother picked up the trash bag and threw it at his feet and said. "Get out of my house! I was not about to have sex with Tom! I was just showing you he doesn't see me as a fat ugly cow, but I will have sex and lots of sex with every man in this town if you do not treat me or my sons better, and damn you're so immoral rules. Now get out, you worthless pig!"
My father growled at me and Tom to get out of his way, which we gladly did. Even though he pushed me, having me stumble, I did not retaliate. I just got back up and followed everyone else, watching my father get on his bike and ride off down the road with his garbage bag over his handlebars.
My mother apologized to Tom for making him uncomfortable, but the way she said it she really was not all that sorry. Staring at his hard rock penis, wanting to do a lot more with it. I could see the wheels churning in her head, wanting him to place it inside her, but chose to give a heavy sigh and gave it a couple more nice strokes. Considering he had given his permission to do so. I questioned how far she would go.
Mom picked up his robe and handed it to him, wishing she could have a real man in her life. Instead of that abusing selfish pig of a husband, telling us if we wanted a shower, we best hurry, noting the time that I had to be at Stringham's in an hour at 9 a.m. sharp.
It did not bother me having to share a shower with Tom. It was just two guys showering together as if we were in gym class. Besides the part about washing each other's backsides and occasionally exchanging friendly touches or kisses. I knew we both wanted more, but we just did not have the time or the room. I went to my room and opened the door, seeing the mess I had created. My bed was ruined and bent so far out of shape that it would be impossible to fix it. Even the mattress was torn to shreds.
My mother put her arms around me and kissed the back of my neck. Telling me my father was making sure I would not have a place to sleep. I nodded and turned in her arms and kissed her. She left me to dress and finished preparing our breakfast. Jim hadn't realized that was not going to happen. First off, if worse came to worst, if I needed a bed to sleep in. I could sleep with my mother or my brother or on the couch. Second, I had ordered a new bed to replace this one. So, in a way, he only made my life easier with him out of my mother's home.
Tom was dressed in his uniform, sitting at the table when I sat at the table. Mom quickly gave us a smile and said. "Your adoptive parents are right. You do look better naked. It feels like you're hiding something from me, and I hate it." Taking a seat at the end of the table, and filled her plate and said. "New rule of the house, clothing is optional. In fact, run naked as much as you like."
Mom whispered in my ear when she leaned over me as she was going to the fridge for the orange juice. That she would like me to give her a more proper massage when I come home. I groaned inwardly even more so when she unzipped my zipper and worked my penis out and said. "And no fake penis when I can have the real thing right here," giving it a few strokes, making it even harder. She did the same with Toms, even though she did not ask permission she did it anyway. He did not complain. Telling him when he came over next time, she was going to have a little snack.
He grinned and said. "Sounds like fun. As long as I can bring my wife she has been dying for another sample of your son. And wanted to try your beautiful breasts. since she did not get a chance to at the campsite." I gasped when my mother said she wanted to do that for a very long time. I never knew she was into the kinky stuff like my adoptive parents or like my three mermaids.
I knew my father was going to have a nuclear meltdown if he ever found out. Then again, I really did not care if he did. It would serve him right. We finished breakfast even though my mother wanted a snack. We just did not have the time, and I was glad hoping she was not serious, and they were just playing around. Yet the way she looked at our penises. I knew she was not, and that bothered me. Since I was still quite uncomfortable about having sex with other people's wives and mothers. Even more so with my biological mother, oral stimulation is one thing, but what my mother wanted was something completely different.
Tom pulled up in front of Stringham's store and reached inside his glove box and pulled out my new watch. He apologized for not putting it on me the second we came home. Wanting me to promise him I would not tell my adoptive parents about it or about the fact my father tried to kill me.
I knew it would void my mother's rights and give the Rothwells total custody of me and I would never see my mother or my brother again. I was on a rock in a hard place because I really wanted it to work. So I gave him my solemn promise. Knowing why my father was not sent to jail for attempted murder because it happened during a Storm Class episode where he would not stand up in court. Because of my past history of me harming myself during one. My father would get away Scot-free, claiming he was only protecting himself and his family from a deranged lunatic.
I grabbed my photo album so I could show Mr. Stringham and Dave all my new girlfriends. Since they were in my circle of trust and had signed my Dad's contract of no secrets. Tom told me that Bishop Earl would come by and pick me up after the doctor's appointment. I nodded and thanked him for the ride as he said the pleasure was all his, having me notice his penis was still sticking out of his pants. Stating the fact he was open to me to have oral sex with him when we next meet up.
I grinned and leaned over the window and gave it a few strokes and licked my lips. He grabbed me by the head and kissed me right there in front of Mr. Stringham. I waited to see if he would go into a total meltdown, but he just gave me a silly grin, which said it did not bother him. It made me think that he had read the fine print on my Dad's contract stating anything is allowed as long as it is consensual. I knew both he and Dave had signed the contract.
He opened the door and gave me a hug and re-locked the door as Tom drove off to work. Mr. Stringham grabbed two cold orange sodas and had me take a seat in his office. On his desk, he had two shirts an apron, and a hat with his logo on it. Telling me he did not know what size of shirt I wore, considering I had grown since the last time he had seen me.
Unlike last time, I had my own locker to put my stuff in. He handed me a hanger to hang my shirt on. He gasped, seeing my well-defined muscles when I took off my shirt and placed it on the hanger, and hung it up. Telling me to take a seat finding both sized shirts were too small because of my well-muscled body and really brown tan, and wanting Dave to see me what I looked like now. Something about the way he said it made me think he was hiding something and did not know how to break the ice.
It did not bother me, even if he had me strip down to my skin, it would not have bothered me, because he and Dave had seen every inch of me most of my life ever since my parents moved to Santaquin and had patched me up more times than I could count. Personally, I was grateful to sit comfortably on the couch without it. I was already having a hard time as it was being fully dressed after being totally naked for so long.
I removed my sneakers and socks while Stringham found me a good pair of work boots and thick socks to go with them. Wearing steel-toed shoes, I can avoid injuring my toes if heavy items are dropped on them. He set them to the side for the moment; I did not think about it or the fact there was a large couch now and a roll-away mattress in the far corner. Thinking that he spent nights here when it got really late instead of going home.
He noticed me looking, and he knew he was hiding something since it was obvious; that he did not want me to dress. I thought at the time he was just making me comfortable, nothing more, and it would be at least an hour before Dave arrived to help open the store. I was only early because he wanted me to fill out the paperwork with my new adoptive name and so we could talk privately without being disturbed.
I sat and watched as he too took off his civilian clothes and put them in the locker next to mine. Like me, he did not put on a shirt or his shoes and socks. I had never realized how stacked he was when it came to muscles and wondering why I never really noticed it before. Maybe it was because, for the first time, I was noticing people's bodies without their clothes on now that I was completely comfortable about me being in my own skin. We stared at each other like there was a big elephant in the room. I grabbed the bull by the horns and said. "So you and Dave also signed my Dad's contract? May I ask why?"
He said. "Yes, because he and Dave wanted to be part of your life."
He was about to continue when Dave walked into the office. He noticed me and gave me a silly grin, then said. "Wow! Look at you with all those muscles. My girlfriend was right. You are tan and." That's when Jody walked in and saw me and Dave giving me a silly grin. Asking Dave and Mr. Stringham if they told me yet.
Mr. Stringham said. "No, I was waiting until you two got here."
My head bounced like a pinball machine as I swallowed hard and asked. "Tell me what?"
Jody sat next to me as I waited for the bomb to drop. Jody grabbed my hand and said. "Dave and I met in college a few months ago. He was one of the guy friends I was telling you about that helped me get over what those boys did to me." It started to make sense, as I put two and two together.
She told me they were waiting for the right moment to tell me, but I hadn't signed the contract yet and wasn't sure how I would take it. I nodded, taking several sips of my soda as I watched Dave remove his clothes. The fact he did not stop until he was naked cleared things right up. I was beginning to wonder again what I had got myself into. Dave took a seat next to me, letting me see his erection. Jody started to undress, then gave Dave and me a silly grin and Mr. Stringham. Then went over to him. It became apparent that this had been going on between the two of them for a long time.
Dave said. "Go ahead, you might as well tell him."
I did not dare ask but did, anyway. "Tell me what?"
He said. "Dave has been living with me for some time almost seven years, since my wife died."
I swallowed hard, asking a stupid question. "Please, tell me you are not gay?"
Mr. Stringham laughed. "Not at all, my boy. We just like having sex with several women and stimulating each other from time to time. Like you, we like a variety of both. I have wanted to tell you for a long time, but the moment never seemed right. I am a lonely man and Dave's a young buck, and there are lots of lonely women out there who aren't looking to be tied down, but still want to have sex with both of us."
My head was spinning hearing about this secret and why they were afraid to tell me. Then again, they did not trust me enough until now. I felt hurt, but I questioned if it was more because they did not trust me. Or was it me knowing if they had, I would freak out and have a nuclear meltdown? Maybe it was both.
I watched as Mr. Stringham started to remove Jody's blouse. Watching those bad boys become free as he took one of her breasts in his mouth. Dave asked if he had the sign on the door that we were closed for inventory. Having Mr. Stringham say he hadn't yet because he was not sure how I would take the news.
Dave asked me if I was uncomfortable knowing the facts about their relationship. I wanted to say yes, but I shook my head no. that I was cool with it. Just a little taken back a bit. I gasped as Dave got up and picked up the sign behind the counter, walking to the front of the store naked. Where everyone could see him if they peeked through the window. Then again, we lived in a small town and Main Street was not a major attraction. People only stopped by if they only needed something, and it was only past nine.
Dave walked back and closed the office door for more privacy. By that time Jody was completely naked, sitting on Mr. Stringham's lap having sex with him. I rubbed my eyes as if this was all a dream as I watched Dave take a seat next to me. The fact that Jody was having sex with his boss stated this was normal.
Jody climbed off and walked towards me, pulling me up off the couch and undid my pants, having them drop to my ankles. Telling me she was a very horny girl wanting all three of us, now that she can, since she was eighteen, and consider an adult and me being her brother had benefits. Now that I had given my consent to have sex with her and anyone that had signed Dad's contract. She cupped a breast, having me take it as Dave took the other as Mr. Stringham came around naked and finished where Jody left off undressing me. I should have said no, but I liked sex a lot and breasts and a good penis. I was just in shock, knowing that this had been going on for a long time.
Jody kissed me and pushed me down on the couch and climbed on top of me, placing my penis inside of her while Dave hung up my clothes in my locker. She laid me down and raised her butt as Mr. Stringham took it and inserted his penis, setting the rhythm.
Dave came around and unrolled the mattress and pushed back the desk. Mr. Stringham pulled it out, having all of us get on the mattress on the floor. Mr. Stringham put it back inside of her and Dave kneeled beside me, telling me only to the brink stating he wanted me to do him orally, said Jody wanted to do both of us at the same time. Again, it was nothing new I haven't done.