A FUCKING LIFE

BY SHAKEY PSYCHE

[ part 11 ]

A Screeching Halt

Waking up is always difficult for me, but when I woke up from what had just happened, I could have sworn I was dead. The only thing that told me different was that everything hurt.

“What happened?” were my first words upon waking.

“You want the short version or the long one?” That was Randy’s voice.

“Ooooh, my head,” I said as I sat up. “Ow, my ass,” and I lay back down.

“I guess the short version will have to do,” he said, and I opened my eyes to see not only Randy, but the others with Dan and Amy, also. Mr. Tyson was gone. “You blacked out, Scott.”

“Really? Again?” I couldn’t believe it happened again.

“I guess from now on you’ll have to be limited to two orgasms at time,” Dan commented. I smiled and the others laughed. “Let’s leave the two alone for a while to talk.” Everyone left the room. Only Amy returned to give me some juice a few minutes later.

“Sorry I was so rough on you,” he said. “I don’t know what came over me. It was like I was possessed or something.”

“Don’t worry about it,” I told him and tried to move again. Pain in my nuts stopped that real quick.

“Dad says you’re taking the next two weeks off.”

“What? I’ve just had two weeks off.”

“Well, you’re getting another two weeks. And no one at the school can touch you, either.”

“Great. Just fucking great. I was hoping to make some money this weekend.”

“You can barely move, Scott, let alone take something up your ass.”

I saw the logic of his argument, and curled back into a ball. This was going to take some time to recover from. I felt my nuts, and upon just touching them, I was in pain.

Randy left me alone in the room as Dan took the others to work. After they left, I felt like I needed a pee. As I moved slowly to the bathroom, Randy was walking back up the stairs.

“I thought you went out,” I said as I saw him.

“Punishment. I’m not allowed to work for the next two weeks, either.” We looked at each other and laughed a little. The laugh hurt, but it was worth it.

He helped me to the bathroom and back to his room for more rest. The rest of the night and weekend was built around me resting and gathering back my strength again. My strength returned and the pains went away. My body healed itself and by Sunday morning, I was moving around a lot better.

Late that afternoon, we were laying out getting some sun and I just got to thinking about the fact that I was spending more and more time at the Potters’ house than my own. Even during the week, it was more common to find me at Randy’s house than at home. I don’t know what made me think about it, but I did.

Just as Amy was preparing supper for us, I decided to head home and check in. She asked if I was alright, and I told her I felt a lot better. I grabbed my stuff and headed to my house. When I walked in, I saw my parents in the living room, yelling at each other, as normal, and my brothers in their room pretending not to hear.

“How did this start?” I asked them.

“Oh, the normal thing; money,” Thomas answered.

“Or lack of it,” Terry added. I smiled at them and made my way to my room. I took off my shirt and pants and got ready to get in bed when the door opened. It was Terry.

“What is that on your chest?” He asked the stupid question.

I was taken by surprise, but only for a second. I ran and slammed the door closed after him.

“They’re earrings for my nipples, Thomas,” I said, lazily.

“Terry.”

“Whatever. Look, Terry, don’t say anything to anyone, okay? Especially mom and dad; they wouldn’t understand.”

“Um, sure thing, Scott,” he said with a nod of his head. “Can I see them?”

I sighed and turned towards him. He ran his finger under my left nipple ring. I shuddered at the gentle touch of his youthful finger.

“What?” He asked.

“Nothing, Terry, you just gave me the chills, that’s all.” I then took a good look at my younger brother. So innocent. Terry was the dreamer of the two twins. Thomas was the more logical one, but Terry was the more innocent one of the two. I envied him his innocence; it was something I’ll never have again.

As I thought about that, a tear ran down my cheek and off my chin. I wiped it away before he could see it.

“Can I have rings also?”

I had to laugh at the question.

“When you get older, maybe,” I said trying to keep him from finding out about my tears. “Remember; don’t say anything, Terry, not even to Thomas, okay?”

He nodded that he understood and turned to leave the room. He stopped at the door and turned to look at me.

“I’ve missed you around here, Scott. Mom and dad don’t argue as much when you’re here.”

“I’ve missed you too, kiddo.” He smiled and left my room to me. I relaxed as best as I could through the shouting in the living room until suppertime. They even argued while Mom was cooking the meal. They didn’t even stop it when it was time to eat.

As the meal was finishing, I decided I had had enough of it.

“Why don’t the two of you get divorced?” I said a little louder than I should. Both of them stopped arguing and looked at me. “I may not be around here very much lately, but when I am, you’re always arguing. Either stop it, or get divorced, because I’m sick of it, and so are the twins.” And with that I left the table.

That night, as I was climbing into bed, my mother walked in. She saw my bare butt as I slipped between the covers.

“What happened to you?” She asked, pointing to my butt.

“Just an accident, Mom,” I answered, tiredly. “What do you want?”

“I was going to tuck you in for the night, Scott,” she said.

“I’m a little too old for that, Mom,” I answered back.

She walked over and sat on the edge of my bed. Thankfully, I was under the covers before she saw my chest. I really needed to remove the nipple rings.

“Not to me, you’re not,” she said with a smile. She kissed my forehead and hugged me close. I tried my best not to cry; it had been since before we moved here that she had done this. She rose and walked out of the room and closed the door.

I got up real quick and removed the nipple rings before I forgot them and got back in bed. I slept like a log that night and felt infinitely better the next morning.

As March melted into April, and I wasn’t ‘working’, or getting the shit fucked out of me by the principal, for two weeks, it gave me time to think. Even Mr. Flint didn’t touch me during that time. Randy and I were still the best of friends and we still hung out together, but my reflections were my own.

By the end of the two week work suspension, all of my wounds were healed and I was ready for work again. The first night, Friday, was to be easy. The first one was Mr. Jackson, so I had to dress up like a girl. I didn’t mind doing that. I was actually getting good at putting on the clothes and the small bit of make up. After him, the last two clients were the ones that liked to blow me. All in all, an easy night.

Saturday was kind of a lazy day, as we lay around the backyard getting tanned all over. That evening was one that will go down in my mind as one I will never forget or get over. Dan had me set up for a client who calls himself ‘Bob’. Red had been handling him so far, but Red’s family was doing something that night, so he had the night ‘off’.

Dan pulled up to the hotel and let me out as normal. It was one of the more classier hotels in the city. I was to go to room 416, strip, and wait for further instructions. I did as I was told. As I was standing there naked waiting for ‘Bob’ to show up, my nipples were getting hard as the room was cold. The holes around my nipple rings closed in on the brass plated pins.

“Assume the position, Red,” came a voice from the bathroom.

Ooh, shit! I know that voice! But this is impossible!

He walked out of the bathroom, but being in the dark of the room, he didn’t make out who he was talking to. His night vision hadn’t kicked in yet. I turned around and got on my knees, bending over the bed. I stretched my arms out across the covers and waited for my father to fuck me.

“Oh, a new one,” he said as he walked over to me, “good. I like Red, but a change is always good.”

And with that the conversation ended, and the fucking began. I didn’t want to talk; I just wanted him to do what we came here for, and for me to leave. Hopefully, I could skate out of the room without him noticing just who it was he had just fucked.

He grabbed on to my hips and eased his cock up my backside. Now, my father is not incredibly big, but he still was large enough that I felt it.

“You’re a bit tighter than Red, kid. Good; I love a good tight fuck.”

Once he was completely buried inside me, he pulled back out and with a hard thrust shoved his cock back inside. Again, I held onto the covers of the bed as he rode my ass for all he was worth. At one point, he laid his torso on my back and reached around to tweak my nipples, finding them pierced.

“Ooooh, I like this. Something to play with,” he said and pulled down on the rings. He used them as he used my hips; for handles. Holding onto the rings, he fucked me silly. I was just getting used to his cock when he bellowed out his lust as he sent sperm flying into my bowels.

After coming around, he pushed himself off my back and slipping out of my asshole, he returned to the bathroom to wash up. I quickly got up and got my clothes. I dressed at lightning speed, hoping to get out of there before he walked back into the room. Damn the money. But, I wasn’t so lucky.

He walked out and flipped the light switch on as I was pulling my shirt back on. He stopped dead in his tracks as soon as he saw me. I stopped putting my shirt on. We just stood there looking at one another.

He had the same look on his face that Mr. Flint did that first night. He went pale as fast as humanly possible. He stumbled back into the sink.

“Scotty?” He said, almost in disbelief.

There’s a stupid question, if I’ve ever heard one.

I nodded.

“Oh shit, oh fuck, oh shit, oh fuck,” he kept repeating to himself. He went into a sort of weird jerking motion and collapsed into a chair next to the sink.

Reality sunk in for me, and I slipped my shoes on, forgoing the socks, and finished pulling down my shirt. With one last look at my father looking like the world was ending, I exited the room and then the hotel. I had been in there for only a half an hour, so I had to wait for Dan in the lobby.

As I was waiting, I saw my father leave the hotel. From where I was sitting, he didn’t notice me on his way out. I watched as he didn’t check out, but just left the building. When Dan pulled up about half an hour later, he saw me as he walked in.

“What happened?”

“Nothing. Can I stay here for another hour or so?”

“Sure, why?”

“I’ll tell you later. Also, I didn’t get the money from him.”

“Is that what you’re waiting for?”

“No, it’s something else. Please trust me, Dan. I’ll call the house when I’m ready, okay?”

“Okay, Sport, call when you’re ready.” He turned and left me alone to wait for my father. He didn’t return to the hotel for another two hours. I just sat there waiting.

When he finally arrived, he was dead drunk. I watched as he walked, more like swayed, in the lobby and made his way to the elevators. There was no way I could talk to him tonight, so I walked to the desk and asked for a phone. I called Amy and told her I was ready for Dan to pick me up. She said she would tell him. I hung up the phone to wait again.

Just as the receiver touched the cradle, I heard what sounded like a muffled backfire come from upstairs. I remember wondering what that sound was when someone screamed.

I took the stairs two or three at a time as I made my way towards the person screaming. On the fourth floor, a gathering of people clustered around a door to one room. I ran towards it as fast as my tired legs would allow. I pushed my way through the crowd to the hysterical woman leaning against the wall.

“What is it?” I asked.

“Don’t go in there, kid,” the man standing next to her said. I looked at the number; 416. I shoved the door open to find most of my father’s brains scattered against the far wall. The rest of him was lying flat on his back on the same bed he had just used to fuck me.

“DAD!” I screamed and ran to his prone body. The gun was in his left hand and still smoking. There was nothing I could do for him. I just grabbed his body and hugged it, crying like a baby. I felt so damn useless.

The police and paramedics had been called and they arrived about five minutes after I discovered his body. They had to pry my hands loose to get to him. The cop that showed up first was actually Officer Johansen, and he recognized me. When I turned, I recognized him, and grabbed onto him as if he were a life preserver. I guess I needed someone just to hold onto, now that my father was gone.

Dan arrived shortly there after, and saw the commotion. When I saw him, he shook his head, no, and mouthed the word, ‘later’. I nodded slightly, unnoticeable, that I understood.

Officer Johansen’s partner, Officer Travis, asked people outside some questions, and then walked in the room. By that time, I had already formulated a lie in my mind. I was just hoping that I could pull it off.

“Your name?” he asked me.

“Scott Fielding, Sir,” I answered.

“He’s your father, Scott?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Can you tell me what happened here?”

“Well, Sir, I was meeting him here tonight before we headed out of town together. When I got here, he said that he was going out for a few drinks. We sort of argued about it, and I left the room mad at him. I hate it when he drinks. I saw him leave, so I decided to wait for him to come back. When he came back, I saw how drunk he was so I called a friend’s family and asked if I could stay with them till the morning. They are supposed to be here soon.

“When I hung up the phone, I heard the gunshot and the scream from that lady, I ran upstairs as fast as I could. I can’t believe he would do this.”

“Do you know why he would do this, Scott?”

“No, Sir. I know my parents have been arguing a lot lately about money and all, but I didn’t know it was this bad.” The lie was convincing enough to be believable. I saw Dan out of the corner of my eye again.

“DAN!” I ran to him and squeezed his waist right in the doorway.

The police asked him a few questions regarding me and my family, but nothing that was specific. After the officer asked me a few more questions, Officer Johansen motioned that he wanted to see me alone. We walked outside the room while they continued to gather evidence and question people.

“Look, I know what you told my partner was a lie, and I know why you told it. You were here to do a john, weren’t you?”

I nodded.

“And that john turned out to be your dad?”

I nodded again. He was quick for a cop.

“Okay, look, I’ll cover for you on this one, but I don’t want to see any of you boys doing this again. I know that man was probably your manager, so I’m going to release you to him and let him get you home. We’ll have to question your mother, but I’ll make sure that goes nowhere. But this is the last time I want to see your face tied to a death, got it?”

I nodded again.

“Good, now, let’s get you out of here.”

He let Dan take me home, and we arrived just after the cops told my mother what had happened. She was shattered by the news, and so was Thomas. Terry wasn’t too shaken, and neither was I. He wasn’t a really good father, to be honest.

Over the next few days, I seemed to drift in a fog. I still saw my friends at school, but never over at the Potter’s house again. That chapter of my life was over.

The investigation revealed that he had killed himself after getting drunk, which is what I told them to begin with, but nothing else. True to his word, Officer Johansen made sure nothing came from the investigation, and no one was jailed over it.

My father’s funeral was small with only our small family present. I finished the fifth grade there, but my mother couldn’t keep the house and three boys, so we moved again that summer. I never saw Randy or the others again.