Sex In The Rain Part 1

Chapter 113

Sex In The Rain

Part 1

By the time Mom came to get me and Aaron. It was nearly 4 pm that Wednesday afternoon. Cindy and I were on the couch making out after three hours of having an amazing full body massage. Mom grinned at us, the fact I had my face in her breasts and being both naked. Didn't faze my mother in fact she was ecstatic to find out I really, really liked girls, and not just the ones in my book; this made it seem more real, she took a seat that was offered to her while I hesitated to leave my meal behind, but I had already climaxed fully and the pill was wearing off.

We were just playing around until she arrived. Her mother stated to my Mom that both Greg and Cindy had their blessing to be alone with me anytime they wanted. Showing her a card that her husband made no bigger than 5 x 5 index card stating that this person belongs to the Night Owls Club; a name I had picked out because that’s my favorite time of the day to have sensual stimulation. With their picture like a driver license photo and listing a place for each of the stars needed with a simple explanation for the stars.

Green stars only get you in the door for stimulation and full body massage. Gold stars regarding the use of a condom. If they are under the age of 16 with a silver star. Red star meant under the age of 15. The Gold Stars meant I could have sex with a condom adding a Green star meant I could have sex with that person without needing a condom.

It had a place in the back for all the signature they needed. Attached to a contract that listed the rules what they can do cannot do. I called the five golden rules: 1. No sex with the same sex other than sensual stimulation. 2. No sex unless all parties have agreed and only with a condom requiring two Gold Stars. 3. No means no. 4. No stimulating anyone under the age of 16, unless all said parties agreed to it, it requires 1 Silver Star. Anyone younger than 15 requires a Red Star. 5. Said party can have sex without a condom as long as said party is unable to get pregnant or have children and the sex was consensual by all parties, otherwise it will be known as rape requiring 3 Gold Stars and a Green Star stating everything is permitted, no holds bars.

The card is attached to a contract going into detail regarding my compromises and that of me and my adoptive parent's contract regarding no secrets, and permission be granted to do whatever they like under the guidelines of sexual consent; making it binding in according to of the law regarding consensual permission within the group. Without the signatures, the card is void.

With the signatures needed to join the contract is only good for one year for adults and 6 months for kids under the age of 18, all stating if the rules and guidelines are not obeyed said party will be removed from the club and all privileges will be removed until a waiting period of 6 months or their 18 birthday. It was a five-page document plus the signature page. A one time fee of 60 dollars helps to pay for processing fees and doctor appointment so they can be checked out from top to bottom and be given prescription drugs for pills to keep both parties healthy and vitamins as well as birth control pills for girls. Money left over will remain within the club pay for a big dance twice a year. A replacement card is 5 dollars as well an upgraded one.

My mother quickly signed on the dotted line, I had already been to a doctor a few days ago and my adoptive parents had already signed their name to theirs and my contract as well as my signature on both. Greg, Cindy, and Chad had an appointment with the doctor in the morning around 8. Cindy gave me a nervous look as if she’d been hiding something from her parents. I had a bad feeling what it was, but didn’t let on what that was; because so far I haven’t done anything wrong, and her mother had her eye on both us all day.

I quickly got dressed while she went in search for Aaron who was poolside with everyone else. Cindy opened the door of Greg’s room as I was dressing. She hated to see me go, but I had held up to my part on the deal and she was more than satisfied. I knew she wanted to talk about why she felt nervous when her Dad stated she and her two brothers were seeing the doctor in the morning. I took my time and patted the bed near me.

She said. “All the girls in school were doing it, and I didn’t want to be teased for being still a virgin at 17, the boy I was with was very rough with me not the way you were with me kind and gentle, being a good clean cut boy that knows the rules and has high standards. He got me drunk, so drunk I was unable to think straight before it was too late, he and his buddy with him rapped me. I screamed for help, but all his friends thought I was just playing around. My parents don’t know yet and now they will. I don’t know how I am going to tell them when they find out that I am no longer a virgin tomorrow.”

I put my arms around her and told her that her Mom and Dad loved her and would do anything for her. I said. “I trust your Dad and not because he is my friend. I have this thing that tells me if a Bishop is truly a person I can trust with all my secrets, would you like to know why I trust your Dad?” She nodded and I told her how my friend died and how we had this strange connection that when a person like her Dad is truly a man to trust no matter what I have done.

I told her when I first met him how by simple handshake gave me out of body experiences when I would see Jeff giving me his approval. She asked if I had seen him since. I said. “No, but I know he’s watching me and will be there when I truly needed him to be.” I paused said. “My sister Jody was raped by three boys, one of those boys was a foster kid living in the same home with us. Her brother Shawn made it happened and watched his buddies do it, Instead of helping her he help his friends.

"They raped her so bad that she can never have children; yet has taken her almost a year before she felt safe in another boy’s presence. My Adoptive parents and my older brother Shane found her after it was too late as they chased the boys down so they could pay for their crimes. Even though she was raped, my adoptive parents still love her very much and don’t hold it against her, it wasn’t her fault they raped her as it not your fault when those boys raped you.

“The only fault on your part was you let them get you drunk and allowed them to put you in that position. Your Mom and Dad will be disappointed in you for that, but will still love you regardless. My suggestion would be to tell them up front before you see the doctor. That way they won’t be angry with you finding out the hard way. Love always trumps anger. I should know because both my parents physically and mentally abused me most of my life. It has taken my mother a year and a half to prove to me and my brother she has turned over a new leaf and really wants to love us and be a mother to us.

“My father, that pig I beat the crap out of has no love for me or my brother. He wants nothing more than to kill us both. One of the reasons I look this good is because I must keep myself in shape and do so in gymnastics, swimming, and kickboxing and combine it all with basic karate and weightlifting as well as wrestling. I always have to watch my back whenever I come to visit. My own room is bank vault so I can sleep at night knowing no one can get in unless I want them to.

“The only way they can hurt me now is in my nightmares, sometimes known as PTSD episode where a place, or smell or watching my adoptive parent enforce discipline will trigger a memory what my parents have done to me. It has taken me 3 years and lots of therapy to the point I remain in control, but sometimes it happens regardless and ends up hurting myself and others around me until they tranquilize me or bring me out of it. It looks like a mad person going crazy with rage that if get out of control I can hurt them and me.

“It’s three times worst in a thunderstorm or a closed basement. Requiring me to be tranquilized sometimes up to 5 times before they take me down and tie me to the bed as the episode plays itself out. I won’t tell you what happened to me in the church basement boiler-room, right now because it’s too frightening to talk about, and it’s not about me telling your parents about you being rapped. So I will save it for next time providing you want me to be there when you tell them before I leave.” She kissed me and said she was welling if I was there with her.

I got off the bed and padded out in my bare feet. Before they could ask questions I asked her Mom and Dad if I could talk to them alone in Greg’s room. They said they would and I cringed when my mother invited herself along telling me no secrets. I hesitated because these weren’t my secrets. But I knew better to argue. Besides having another mother might help Cindy.

I opened the door as they looked to me and Cindy the mood in the room changed as Cindy ran to her father and hugged him telling him everything in one big breath, at first they were angry, but it soon changed to love as they sat on the bed. I stood to give them room as I whispered in my Mom’s ear how pretty she looked and how good she smelled. She giggled when she looked down at my red toenails then held my hands seeing the same. I shrug my shoulders whispered between us. “A guy’s got to do what a guy’s got to do Mom.”

Mom beamed with prided and kissed me until she found out Cindy’s dark secret. She looked at me accusingly until Cindy said I hadn’t done anything to her. It was two boys at school giving their names. Her Dad knew those boys and they were in our ward and they seldom came to church because they were known as inactive some people call Jack Mormon. I knew a meeting was going to be taken place and the words were not going to be pleasant providing he doesn’t kill them first.

I knew if it was my Dad they be lucky if he didn’t break every bone in their body. They better pray I don’t meet them in a dark ally. That’s one thing I won’t tolerate and that’s guys raping another person. Once Cindy got it out of her system she waited for the punishment that was sure to come. Yet she had been living with this guilt for little over a year and would be 18 in the spring.

Her Dad was about to revoke her membership in my special club, but her Mom told him that perhaps it would only make the situation worse, reminding him what was like when they met at seventeen and the peer pressure was back then. That everyone was smoking weed and drinking their father’s liquor cabinet to show everyone how cool they were. I know he didn’t like it.

He said. “Fine” adding two more rules to my five: Rule 6. No drinking, Rule 7. Smoking or drugs other than ones prescribed by a doctor; she will be grounded for 6 months for not telling us and extra chores. I would ground her and not allowed to see Eric, but he only going to be here a few more days, but she will only be allowed to see him and no other boys and no dating other boys for 6 months.”

Cindy hugged her parents and looked over shoulder at mouthing the word thank you. I nodded and grabbed my shoes, socks, and my backpack. I cringed reaching the bottom of the bag where my hidden 50.00 bill was and hand it to the bishop, Mom paid the rest of my fees. Considering he was going to be our group's treasure or his wife was.

Aaron was waiting for me as Mom noticed Greg’s toenails and fingernails painted the same color as mine. He said he was come up and visits me tomorrow after his doctor’s appointment. Mom said. “That was fine. the only ones home would be her, Eric and his brother, my daughters were still at camp and won’t be home until Saturday and his father.” correcting her self. “My husband will be at work and won’t be home until 6 pm. He gave me a knuckle bump then drew me in for a kiss.

He released me telling me can’t wait to see me cute butt again. I smiled reached around and gave him a pinch on his saying the same thing. I tossed Aaron his unneeded sleeping bag and pillow and was about the leave out the door When Greg’s Mom grabbed me and pushed me up against the wall and kissed me hard and fast moaning. I still hadn’t left yet as Bishop Earl wrapped his arms around me and kissed me the same way.

Most parents would be freaking out seeing two guys kiss like that and someone's mother kissing anyone besides her husband, but not my mother she was more than ok that I did it. Considering there are worst things then someone kissing you. I could be a drug addict or person that knocks over a liquor store or worst a child rapist or a murder. Or gay, which we both knew I wasn’t. I just happened to like a variety of both, nothing wrong with that. Stating leave the outside world out of it when it comes to judging a person, let God sort it out. For he knows what is in your heart the world doesn’t.

I had Mom stopped at the bank the only bank in Santaquin. I frowned at how low my funds were just under 900 dollars. I only took out another 200 out of my savings account. I hoping I could find a good deal on a new bed for my room at my Moms places and I knew exactly where to go, having Mom pull up to Stringum’s. I went around back because the sign said closed and he waved to me to go around.

He opened the door for us, he said. “I had heard you were in town and had hoped you would stop in to say hello.”

I said. “Hi” as he brought me in for a manly hug nearly crushing me.

He released me and asked. “So how can I help you, my boy?”

I said. “I am needed of a new bed and I remembered you gave my Pa a good price when we moved into our new home?” He rubbed his chin as the wheels were churning, he said. “A bigger bed was doable, but it will take up more room in your already small room.”

I nodded, “that I would have too most likely have to move my dresser into the closet.”

He nodded and pulled out a floor plan of my room and said. “How big were thinking son?”

I said. “A full or queen size bed, the same kind I have at my adoptive parents home.”

He gasped at me and my mother and said. “Backup a bit. You do not say your Mother agreed to have them adopt you when she could have a long time go done so with the Downing’s?”

Mom answered the question and said. “It was a mistake and I see that now, we have open adoption where I can see him anytime I want to, no family court or a caseworker interfering. No more foster homes, no group home, or home for boys. I signed my husband's rights away so he has no ties to him what so ever, he gets to keep the name I gave him, he now goes by Eric T Rothwell.”

Mr. Stringum saw the hurt in both mine and my mother’s eyes. It still hurt that I would never be a Downing or perhaps ever see them again. My mother’s had no other choice. I needed stable parents and the Rothwell’s truly was that, and they loved me as their own son. I wasn’t a foster kid to them, only on paper; unless either of them does something stupid. She could lose me and never see me again or they could lose me I would never see them again. He congratulated me even though it wasn’t what I truly wanted, but I no longer belonged to my father.

He pulled out a catalog and had me pick out a bed. I died inside seeing the price. The one I wanted was 700 dollars and all it was a headboard and frame with a box spring and mattress. It didn’t count the bedding I would need for it. Stringum knew I was never rich and I and he went back a long way, so we haggled over a price we both could live with. He said he knew, a guy that knows a guy that could build me the headboard and the frame for less than 100.00 and the mattress he could get at wholesale prices for another two hundred.

All he wanted in exchange was me working at his store for two hours a day and 4 on Saturday. He would give me the deal of lifetime of 150; dollars for all of it and throw in a closet that only a boy could dream of. I shook on the deal stating I would prefer a closet my mother could dream of instead.

Like all my deals it was done with a handshake and a promise. I opened my wallet only to put it away until our deal was done. I whispered in his ear if I could add a few things to that bed. I gave a silly smile, whispered a place to hook on a pair of handcuffs on both sides of the bed. He gave me a strange look. I blushed. It didn’t take a genius to know what those hooks for handcuffs were for. It also stated we were going to have a long talk and it was going to be about girls. Hey, I was into the kinky stuff big time, thanks to my mermaids.

With three bags of penny candy, he sent us on our way. There was no reason to stop at home considering Jim was home and I wasn’t in the mood for another confrontation. Mom drove us to our favorite restaurant. The Red Rooster the best place in the world for a steak and cheeses sandwiches. Mom paid for it out of the money I gave her, stating it was her treat for sticking up for her. I told Mom I would always stick up for her because I trusted her and loved her. Something I couldn’t say or do a year and a half ago. It really did seem she had changed, yet I wondered sometimes if it still was all an act. Then again she had a lot to lose if that ever happened.