Roy, John, and Dr. Clint
#4 of Roy, John and Dr. Clint
Roy stirred awake. Visions of John and Dr. Clint had clouded his dreams the entire night before. He was still in John's gentle hug and he didn't want to move. He could feel the warm breath of his feline friend on his neck. John must have sensed him waking up. "Good morning sunshine..." he purred to Roy. Roy giggled and snuggled closer to John. "Good
morning to you too," he replied.
John slowly rubbed Roy's chest down to his belly. "I really enjoyed last night," John said seductively. "Me too John..." Roy murred back as John's paw found his sheath and he slowly started to rub it up and down. Roy was murring in appreciation, as John slowly stroked his member, coaxing it out. His member began to fill out his sheath. He slowly began stroking it up and down. Soon, John switched his grip to Roy's fully erected 6 inch shaft. John squeezed it in his hand, he could feel Roy's knot forming already as he stroked faster. He stroked harder, taking Roy's howling as motivation. Roy was incredibly close, his knot protrud-ing from his sheath. He couldn't hold it, he let out a loud moan as his shaft erupted and long ropes of cup spurted from it. The orgasm seemed to last for-ever, and John kept stroking, causing more and more cup to sprout from his shaft. Finally John slowly stopped his stroking. Roy opened his eyes and looked at the bedspread in front of him. It was covered in his white seed.
He giggled slightly and was turned to face John. John pulled Roy's muzzle to his and their lips met. They made out for a few minutes before separating. "I think we should change these sheets." Roy said. John chuckled and said," Sounds like a good idea," John finally released Roy (Roy sighed) and they both took the sheets to his laundry room. Roy got dressed first, remembering he had to go to his parents house and get some clothes. John came into the room, still naked, and Roy let his eyes wander over John's delicious body. John smirked as Roy stared and he did a small turn, teasing Roy. Roy growled quietly and winked at John. John crossed the room, picked out some clothes and slowly put them on, teasing Roy even more. Once he was dressed he said, "ready?" "Yep," Roy said.
They walked thought the house and stepped out the front door. The plan was simple and seemingly foolproof, and frankly, easy. The two friends reached the house. No cars in the driveway, no lights turned on, doors locked. No one was home. Excellent. Roy unlocked the front door and told John to lock it be-hind him. Roy walked through the hall to his room. He emptied his backpack and filled it with 3 changes of clothes, a toothbrush, his emergency stash of money, and a picture of him when he was six and his mom hugging him.
Roy had been close to his mother his entire life. It was only recently that he felt distant even from her. He had always disliked his father, the macho, ego-tistical, stuck-up, occasionally drunk, bastard. Roy's father had seriously abused him, often leaving bruises for days, often weeks, always in places no one would see. His mother though... the worst she had done was smack him in the face for talking back and cursing. She had never locked him in his room for days with only water and one meal a day.
"Roy... you ok?" John asked, snapping him back to the present.
"Y- yea, I'm fine, just spaced out for a second. Ok I have everything I need now lets get out of he--" there was a click down the hall, the front door opened. Both boys froze, they heard footsteps. Roy grabbed John and dragged him into the closet in his room. It was his mom. She walked into the room and sat on Roy's bed. There were shudders and the boys could see, sort of, through them.
"Oh Roy..." she sighed. She silently began to cry. She no doubtedly missed her son. Roy had every intention to burst through the door and embrace his mother, to hold her and apologize for what he had done. This intention was trampled on when the door once again swung open and slammed shut. Dad was home, and apparently pissed off. He stopped through the hall and walked past Roy's room, then backed up.
"What the hell are you doing here?" he asked in a low growl.
His mother seemed frightened, "I was let off work early, it's a Saturday, and no one shops at our store on Saturday."
Roy's dad was known to be mad at things that didn't' really matter when he was already pissed. "you couldn't spare me a fucking phone call?"
"I'm sorry!" I didn't think of it! What are you doing home? I thought you were at the office until eight."
"It's twelve, I came home for lunch. Someone didn't make me lunch this morning."
"Well maybe you should make your own lunch you lazy ass..." his mother murmured quietly.
"What the fuck did you just say!" He roared, stamping closer to her, teeth bared. "I'm
having one hell of a day and I don't need someone like you pissing me off more!" His dad's red eyes burned like fire.
"I'm sorry!" she said, standing and backing away from Roy's dad. "What are you doing in this room anyway... did that boy do some--" his mother ex-ploded:
"THAT BOY HAS A NAME! YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE BEEN SO HARD ON HIM. YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE BEATEN HIM LIKE YOU DID! YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE! HE WOULD STILL BE HERE IF YOU HADNT MUTILATED HIM LIKE THAT YOU SICK BASTARD!" she was crying with an-ger.
Roy's dad roared something unintelligible, stormed toward his mother and struck her across the face with incredible force. His mother fell to the floor. Roy winced, he was shocked. He didn't know his dad hit his mother. Sure he had been hit but his own wife? What kind of sick bastard was this man! He stormed from the room. The boys heard the door slam, a car start, and tires screeching away.
Roy's mom stood up, rubbing her cheek, walked to toy's bed, and threw herself onto it, crying. She cried for twenty minutes, easy. Roy knew she wasn't just crying over the bruise steadily forming on her cheek.
Soon enough she walked out of the room saying, "Oh Roy... I miss you so much..." The two in the closet heard footsteps up the stairs. Roy's mom was in her room. The two stepped out of the closet. Roy walked to his bed and couldn't help him self. He broke down on the bed and cried. John slowly walked to Roy and sat down next to him. He put an arm around him and squeezed him tight, trying to console him
"I'm sorry Roy," was all he could think of at that moment.
"I'm gonna get that son of a bitch. He wont know what hit him." He dried his eyes and told John he'd explain what he meant later, now he had to think. But more importantly he had to get out of there. His mind was already forming a plan.
They silently snuck out of the house and don the street in silence.
John broke the silence, "I'm sorry Roy... that was just..."
Roy cut him off, "No, I'm sorry you had to see that. But don't worry, like I said, I'll get back at him..."
John gave him a perplexed look, but did not question him. They arrived at John's house and they watched TV. acting as if the entire predicament had never hap-pened.
"So what do you want to do tonight?" Roy asked," It's Saturday night, you must have something in mind."
"Wanna go see a movie with Greg and Chad?" John suggested.
"Sounds like a plan! You call them and I'll check the movies and the times."
John called their friends on his cell phone and Roy, having broken his phone last week, had used John's house phone to check th times for the movie they had chosen. The two were ready, Roy had changed clothes and put on some deodorant. The two set off from the house and walked the quarter mile to the movie theatre. They then met up with Chad and Greg, got their tickets and con-cessions, and walked to the theatre they were in and took their seats.
They watched the opening credits, the ones that were just pictures, and chatted quietly within their group. Roy's eyes widened when he spotted the fa-miliar golden doctor walking into the theater. He smiled a toothy smile and then took his seat one row above Roy, directly behind him. Thoughts and questions zoomed into Roy's head.
Was Dr. Clint following him? This movie was barely that which would entertain a doctor.
Was he spying on him? Keeping tabs on him? Feeding information to his dad so he could find him and drag him back home?
Midway through the movie, Roy had to use the bathroom. He excused himself through the full row and walked to the restroom. He stepped into the stall and did his business, washed his hands, and walked out the door.
Roy flinched and was nearly run over the golden blur in front of him. He was caught by the figure's large arms by his the shoulders.
"Oh I'm sorry," said a polite, soft sounding voice. It was almost as if he had floated down from heaven. Roy recognized the voice of Dr. Clint. "Are you ok?" he said. "Wait a minute... Roy?"
Roy smiled at the doctor, "Yea. Hi Dr. Clint."
"Your dad told me you ran away..." he said. He had a false tone of surprise that Roy instantly recognized. Roy knew he had seen him at least twice since he 'ran away'.
"Ok doctor, cut the crap. I know you've been following me. I have seen you before. What are you doing?" Roy demanded. The doctor raised an eyebrow; his silver eyes pieced Roy's green ones.
"You're a very smart boy Roy," he smiled, "I have indeed been following you, to see if you would stop and chat with me. I'm glad you have. I have come to offer you a place to stay for a while."
"What...? You want me to live with you? I already have a place to stay though. I mean, I really do appreciate your offer and uh... trust me... I'd love to stay with you--"
"Then why don't you? I'm sure Mr. Reynolds [(John Reynolds)] wouldn't mind. I'm not go-ing to lock you up or anything. I'm just offering a place to live. You may find my living conditions more... interesting." He emphasized the last word and Roy was trying to decipher the meaning.
Roy was completely confused. He didn't understand why a twenty year old doctor would want a kid hanging around his house. Interesting... what could he mean by that... The answer suddenly hit him like Gary Howards. This doctor had the hots for him! Dr. Clint, the most gorgeous man he had ever seen, thought he was hot!
"Well Doctor Clint... I might be able to arrange that. I will have to get back to you. I need to explain to John that I have found another place to stay for a while."
"Excellent!" Dr. Clint said, beaming. The silver eyes explored Roy's for a moment longer, "So how about tomorrow? Noon? My office. If things don't work you change your mind, here's my cell phone."
He pulled out a piece of paper and got the pen from his pocket. He scribbled down some numbers.
Roy took the paper and returned the Doctor's smile.
"I'll see you then," the doctor said.
"You not staying for the movie?"
"Na, I think I'm going to go home, I have some important...uh... paperwork to attend to. I will see you tomorrow."
Dr. Clint winked at Roy with another toothy smile and walked by Roy, slightly brushing his shoulder as he walked.
'Holy shit' Roy thought to himself.