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Hey, Dude! Part Four
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Hey Due!
Part 4
"Ron-neee, Ron-neee..! Breakfast, honey..!"
Ron was awake, motionless, in his bed, in his room, in his house. The
sixteen-year-old lay for a moment, just savoring the familiarity after
all he had been through the previous week. Then he stretched and rolled
over. He had a piss hard-on, and it reminded him of Geoff's phone call
last night. He tucked himself in his briefs (though there was no one
there) and went into his bathroom to clean up. His mind whirled with
Geoff, his loneliness on one hand, Geoff's seeming affection for him on
the other, his very real fear of having another 'Elliot' happen to him,
how he hated the thought that Geoff's folks were abusing him... and then
the realization that he had lost a week of school and homework, and it
was going to be a bitch, man....! Nothing would matter if he could just
know that Geoffrey felt the same way about Ron that Ron felt about
Geoffrey. The way he had felt about Elliot, and *that* had been wasted.
"Oh, God, please let him need me, he's so perfect.." Ron whispered to
himself as he went down to breakfast. He didn't know that God indeed had
plans along those lines, but She wanted a little drama, first......
"Hi Mrs. Oscar" Ron said to Darcie as she glowered at him. ("Ronnn.."
his Mother chided him.) "I'm going to be a lady astronaut and I'm not
getting married until I come back from space, so there, Ronald."
"Well, you *are* a space cadet, Lil' Miss Piglet."
"Mom! Mom! Make him stop..!"
"Wait!" said Ron suddenly, closing his eyes. "Where am I? Where is
this place? Who are you people?? I've... I've Lost My Memory, Oh NO!!"
"Dumb." said Darcie. "Don't quit your day job, darling." advised Mom
sweetly, while Darcie laughed triumphantly. "You kids finish up and get
to school, I have to go to work."
Ron saw Josh first when he got off the bus.. surely an evil omen. Josh
would never know how secretly wonderful it was to be seen either. Ron
would have months of dealing with the psychological damage of his 'lost'
four days. The usual round of taunts, put-downs, and insults ensued, but
it was familiar and comforting, in a weird sort of way . Ron went to his
classes, gave endless explanations of his experience, and got home just
after four that afternoon with a truly fearful stack of work. No one was
home yet. Ron trudged up the stairs and dumped the mountain of books on
to his desk, switched on the light and the computer, put a Silverchair
CD on and descended to forage for snacks. He remembered to ask Geoff for
a yearbook picture or something. He had burned Elliot's in a fit of rage
about three weeks after getting dumped so cruelly, but something told
him Geoff was different. Elliot had practically molested Ron, but Geoff
had never even mentioned the subject, though Ron hoped to find out his
feelings as time went on...(Pleeeeeease, God....). Ron had decided that
Geoff didn't look a whole lot like Jonathan Taylor Thomas, just his
skin, which was light but tanned, and his eyes, which were the same, and
his hair, which was the same uncertain blond, and cut the same way. But
Geoff's nose was different, and his mouth smaller, teeth bigger, and no
actual dimples. Ron was too stressed to jack off, even. He got right to
work, and the time flew until Mom scared the fuck out of him by walking
in his room to tell him dinner was ready. "Ok." he sighed and saved the
report he was working on.
Dinner was dinner, nothing different. Ron was distracted and quiet,
and answered "Killer Homework!" to his parent's questioning glances. As
he returned to his room, he saw a phone message waiting on his machine.
He pressed play and stood in rising fear and worry as he heard Geoff
saying:
(heavy road noise background) "....Ron....? .....R-R-Ron, um....
are you like, *listening*.....?" The high voice coming through the
speaker was fading and wavering, as if Geoff was looking around while
he was talking. "...my p.... my parents got into a huge fight...... (the
boy was whispering, barely audible over the noise outside the payphone)
....a big fight, Ron. (silence, the boy's audible, labored breathing)
.....I don't know who else..... to call. I wish you were.. (siren going
by) so I could talk to you. I'm at the store over by th......(click).
The answering machine timed out early and dumped the call. Ron went
berserk. The phone rang again. He snatched it to his ear. "Geoff??
Geoff???"
(Road noise)".....God, Ron..... (gulp!) God, I'm... am I buggin' ya? I
can call back..."
"Geoff...you okay, dude?"
".....yeah, she hit me again, and I ran away. I hate them.... Ron, I
just..... (gulp, sniff..) I don't know what to do now...." Geoff ended
in a squeak of fear and pain.
"Dude, where are you, I'm comin' to get you... where are you?"
"I'm at the liquor store by school."
"My school or your school..?"
"Mine... Ron, you sure? I don't wanna be trouble..."
"Geoffrey...you stay right there...don't go anywhere, dude, I'm on the
way...okay?"
(sniff, sniff, hic)....." 'kay, Ron.... I'll be here..."
"'Kay, dude, hang in, I'm comin'. Bye!"
Ron ran down the stairs. "Dad! Dad, I need your help!...." He
explained the situation briefly to his Father, who after a little
thinking, got the keys and said "Let's get over there.." Ron was
relieved, but still worried. The drive over to the Middle School took
only a few minutes, and as they rounded the corner, there was a small,
lonely figure sitting in the middle of a bus bench, a backpack beside
him. They pulled up next to Geoff, who looked up uncomprehending for a
moment until he recognized Ron getting out of the car. "RON!!!" the boy
screamed and jumped at him, wrapping his skinny arms around the older
boy and squeezing the wind out of him. "Whoa, dude, chill... let's get
home!"
"Okay, I'm scared out here all by myself."
They rode home in silence. When they got back and got into the living
room, Ron was shocked to see the boy's left nostril clotted with blood,
blood on his shirt, and dark bruises on his delicate wrists. Ron's Mom
took control. "Let's get you cleaned up a little, young man." she said
as she led him into the guest bathroom. Ron's Dad looked at him. "I
wonder if we should call the police, Ron. Geoff's been beaten up pretty
badly. Maybe his parents are looking for him. I don't want to get into
trouble for trying to help someone." "I know Dad. Let's see what he
says when he comes out."
"He's out." said Geoff, his face still damp. "My folks do this a lot.
I'm gonna call 'em and tell 'em I'm spending the night somewhere.... oh,
I....." Geoff stopped, wide-eyed.
"What, dude?" asked Ron.
"Can I... can I..."
"Of course you can, dear. Are you sure your parents aren't worried
about you? You can use the guest bedroom or sleep on the floor in
Ronnie's room. We can sort this out in the morning. You want us to call
your parents, Geoffrey?" Boy, thought Ron: Mom sure can be efficient
sometimes.
"Yeah. If it's no trouble.."
It was done. Mr. Oscar got a tinge belligerent until Ron's Father
asked him if he knew the twelve-year-old's nose was bloody. Geoff would
be spending the night. Ron didn't know what to think. He just went with
it. Stuff was happening way too fast to figure out. Cowabunga, duuude!"
They fed the famished boy and then he joined them watching some
television, much to Darcie's disgust. After ten, Mom shooed them up to
bed. She got (from some deep storage vault) some of Ron's clothes from
junior high. "Try these on, Geoffrey, they might be a little big, but
that's the style, anyway... at least they're clean for in the morning."
"Cool, Mrs. frank, that's really nice of you. (yawnnnn)."
"Hey, dude?"
"Yeah, dude?"
"I'm tired, let's get some rest."
"Goodnight, boys." said Mom. "Geoff, will you be alright?"
The boy gave Ron a complex look, part admiration, part dependence,
part security. "Yeah, I'm fine. now. Thank you Mrs. Frank."
Ron got out the sleeping bag and unrolled it on the floor next to his
bed. "I'm gonna take a shower, you wanna?" he asked.
"Sure. With you?" asked Geoff innocently.
"Um, no, dude, but I'll just be a minute. You can mess with the
computer."
"Okay, Ron. I really appreciate this."
"Cool." said Ron as he closed the bathroom door and turned on the
shower. Geoff had wanted to get in the shower with him!!!! Boing! went
his boner as the thought sunk in. Ron considered beating off but decided
to wait. He managed to control himself as he dried off and went out with
a towel wrapped around his waist. Geoff was half-undressed, his tanned
upper body and bare feet reminding Ron just how cute the kid was. "I'm
takin' my shower now." announced Geoff as he stood and slid his pants
off. The boy then just walked into Ron's steamy bathroom in his
underwear while Ron stared at his butt. Boing! went the bone again. Ron
was a pretty average kid, five-eight, a hundred twenty pounds, with a
swimmer's build, brown slightly curly hair that he kept long on top and
thinned a little at the sides, not too radical. The erection which was
now pushing out the towel was cut, and a good five and a half inches,
but slim and slightly curved up. His balls were walnut-sized, and his
pubes dark brown and surprisingly soft. He had hair under his strong
arms, on his ankles, and just the start of a patch on his chest. He
heard the shower go off. He quickly got his briefs on over his rod and
slipped under the covers just as Geoff appeared in a towel like Ron had
done. The younger boy was just five-two, about ninety pounds, and at the
heavy peach-fuzz stage of beginning puberty. His hair was still wet and
darker than when it was dry. "Hey, dude!" he said, giving Ron a toothy
grin.
"Hi, dude!" smiled Geoff. Ron's dick started to ache. Oh, God, please.
"Get in the sleeping bag, I'm gonna turn the lights out."
"Um, Ron...?"
"Yeah, Geoffster?"
"Can I... no, forget it."
"What?"
"I don't wanna sleep on the floor, Ron. I get scared."
Ron thought furiously. He was truly concerned for Geoff, and not
thinking selfishly. Neither would it be the first time he had slept over
in the same bed with someone. Ron patted the other pillow. "Right here,
dude."
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