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  The constant influx of medical personnel going in and out of my room is unbelievable. Do they really think I’m going to try and hurt myself? Christ, I was just having a little fun, not trying to off myself. Two different shrinks have visited me, trying to get me to confess to trying to take my life. Neither of them wants to hear what I have to say, only what they feel I should be saying. They want to twist my words and make me out to be some troubled teen. However, when all is said and done, Mom, Dad, and the doctors have agreed that spending some time at Saddle Ridge is the best option for me. No one cares what I think or how I feel.

  “Mom, please, I don’t want to go there. Honestly, I wasn’t trying to hurt myself. I was just having some fun.”

  So, fun was not the correct word to use, and all that does is solidify my trip to the one place I don’t want to go. When I arrive, it takes almost an hour to process me into the system. I’m allowed nothing of my own, all my personal items are sent home with my parents, and I’m escorted to my room to sit and reflect and find my inner peace. Just how long that will take I have no idea; I can only hope someone here can see this is all a mistake and spring me from this nightmare.

  “Rise and shine, Mr. Ellington,” comes from a voice I’ve never heard before, waking me from my peaceful sleep.

  “Leave me alone, will you,” I say in my most terse voice ever. Shit, the sun is barely up.

  “This isn’t your mama’s home. Get yourself up, or you’ll miss out on breakfast. Food is served three times a day here at set times. If you miss breakfast, you’ll have to wait until lunch.”

  Looks like my ass is getting out of bed, and not by my choice. My stomach has a mind of its own, and right about now it wants food in it. My choice would be to sleep away the day and hope this is all a bad dream. Unfortunately, reality bites and this isn’t a bad dream, so the best I can do is play nice with everyone and try to get myself out of this mess I’ve created for myself.

  The one thing I’ve learned here at Saddle Ridge is that good behavior is rewarded, while bad behavior is punished. I’ve watched patients go off on tangents only to find themselves strapped to a gurney, shot full of drugs to calm them, and then locked away in a sound room until they calm down. I wasn’t going to be one of those patients, so I became the poster child for good behavior. Anything to get me out of this place quicker. There was way too much structure for me in here, and I’ve never been one to deal with structure well. I’m a free spirit, remember?

  Four hours a day are spent on studies. You don’t get to skip school just because you're condemned to this place. Studies are followed with group sessions where everyone shares their issues and we talk through them as a group.

  In the beginning, I hated the sessions, but as time went on, I came to realize that participation would be key to accelerate my exit from this place. The day ends with some sort of arts and craft or outside exercise, dinner, and then free time in what they refer to as the rec room. Trying to get everyone on the same page as to what they want to watch is never fun.

  I find most of my therapy has come from the group talk sessions. I meet daily with a therapist, but all that does is irritate me. Sitting in group session is really where I’ve become enlightened. My life really isn’t bad when it comes to my family. I have a great one with a mom and dad who love me and care about me. I have nothing to want for, so what it really comes down to is I’m spoiled and do whatever it is I want without any regard to consequences.

  TJ is about my age, and I’ve become friends with him. He comes from a home where his father beats his mother and then beats him. Most of the time, he goes hungry because his dad is spending all the money on booze. His only way to avoid the reality of his life was to use drugs. His life got so bad that he ran away from home and lived on the streets for a while. He scored whatever he could and paid for it in ways I can’t even imagine doing. He’s been here for two years, in and out. He can’t seem to kick the habit no matter how hard he tries. He is the reason I’ve been able to realize that his life isn’t the one I want and I’m ready to go home and be the good boy I was raised to be.

  When Saturday rolls around again during month six of my stay here, standard family visitation day, I’m ready to beg my parents to spring me from this place. Mom is the first to enter the room. She’s always there right on schedule, but today she is alone.

  “Mom, where is Dad? Why are you here alone?”

  “I’m sorry, Gauge, Dad couldn’t make it today. He had to work, big project and all.”

  My dad works for a local aerospace and defense company as an engineer and rarely has time to himself. I know he sometimes blames himself for my failures. If he were around more, he thinks I would be different. Honestly, I don’t think it would have mattered.

  “It's OK he couldn’t make it. I’m really glad to see you, Mom. I want to go home. I don’t belong here. Please, Mom, can I come home?”

  “That’s why I’m here, honey. The reports I’ve received say you’ve progressed wonderfully, and Dad and I are ready for you to come home. The doctors here are supporting it a hundred percent.”

  Those were the best words I’ve ever heard in the six months I’ve been here. Freedom is just a stone's throw away, and I can taste it.

  From A Boy To A Man

  “GAUGE, WHERE ARE you, Gauge?”

  It’s like a déjà vu all over again for me. Braedyn is calling for me, I can hear him running up the stairs, and it's only minutes before he bursts into my room.

  “Gauge, I’ve missed you, I’m so glad you’re home. Mom and Dad said you were sick. Are you all better now?”

  “Yes, little man, I’m all better, and I’ve missed you, too. ” And I really have missed the kid. He wasn’t allowed to come visit me, and honestly, I don’t know that I would have wanted him there in that environment. He’s a good kid, rainbows shoot out his ass, that's how innocent he is to the ways of the world, and rightfully so at his age of six.

  “Hey, how about you and I go out in the yard and play catch? Would you like that, Brae?”

  “Can we, really? I wanna.”

  I’ve been home less than two hours, and it feels like I never left. Throwing the ball around with Brae and watching his little legs run after it every time he misses it reminds me what a fuckup I was.

  “Hey, Gauge, glad you’re back.” It’s a voice I didn’t expect to hear, and honestly, I’m not so sure I want to. I haven’t even thought of Tommy over the last six months. He never was discussed in therapy, and part of the agreement my parents and I made in coming home was that I wouldn’t have anything to do with him again.

  What happened isn’t really his fault. He tried to warn me, but I didn’t listen. As far as my parents are concerned, it happened when I was supposed to be at his house. I lied back then and told my parents I left and met up with some guys I barely knew. There was no way I was going to spill the beans about what really happened.

  “Hey, Tom, whatcha doing here?” But before he can answer, I go on, “I mean, it's good to see you, but I don’t think you should be here. My folks are pretty anti-Tommy right now, you know?”

  “Yeah, I know, I just heard through the grapevine you were back, and I wanted to see how you were. I totally get it, though, but it’s a shame because you are one of my best friends.”

  “Yeah, I know. Maybe in time, Tom, my mom will come around, but until then I can't be seen with you. I don’t want to risk pissing them off.”

  I wish I felt the words that are coming out of my mouth, but I don’t. Frankly, I couldn’t care less if I hung out with Tom again. I learned a lot about myself in those six months, and the person I was is not one I want to be again.

  “Yeah, it’s cool. See you around, Gauge.” Tom turns and heads out of the yard, just in time to miss my mom coming through the back door to check on Braedyn.

  It’s good to be back home, even though Mom and Dad have put me on a very short leash, to say the least. School, sports, and home are pretty much the extent of my life t
hese days. I’ve kept my nose clean and stayed out of trouble; in fact, I’ve become quite the opposite of trouble. I’m the epitome of a saint. My school grades are perfect, and if all goes well, I may just be valedictorian of my class. Who would have thought?

  Senior year is my turning point. I meet Paisley Peterson, five foot six inches of nothing but sex. Blond hair that falls down the middle of her back, and blue eyes as dark as a sapphire. She is beautiful and definitely not innocent, perfect in every way for me, actually. She is new to the school, relocated from Las Vegas to Phoenix, and doesn’t know a single soul. Her mom is a retired dancer from one of the shows at the MGM and moved here with her new husband.

  Her parents are really nice; they live in a larger home with a pool house. We are never allowed to use the pool house, which I think is odd, because why have one if you don’t use it? Something is a little off about her parents, though. Unlike my parents, who keep everything behind closed doors, not knowing I know everything that they are doing at night, hers are very open when talking about sex and showing how much they love each other. They speak of it like it is natural to discuss these things with your kids.

  Unlike my parents, who preach abstinence as a teen, her parents believe in experimentation and safe sex. So the day her dad sits me down and tells me all about respecting his step-daughter, I think he is telling me to stay away; but in fact, what he really instills in me is the need to make sure his step-daughter is satisfied first before I get my rocks off.

  This is a really fucked-up conversation to have with your girlfriend's dad, but I will say I learned things I never would have thought of on my own. Like how important it is to take charge in the bedroom, that some women love it when you talk dirty to them and tell them exactly what you are going to do to them, and since I love to be in control, this seems only fitting to me.

  I guess Mr. Peterson thinks of me as the son he never had, so he is eager to share with me how to please a woman. At first, I was a bit apprehensive about the conversation, but as he speaks about the lifestyle, my curiosity gets the better of me and I relax some. See, the pool house isn’t really a pool house; it’s a play room that her parents visit every night, which explains why I initially thought they were a little off.

  Paisley's parents have a D/S relationship, and though I don’t fully understand what all that entails, I do like the fact that Paisley is willing to share with me the little bits she understands.

  Paisley is much more experienced than I am when it comes to sex. She knows what she likes, wants, and needs. All I know is that I need a wet pussy sliding up and down my cock to get myself off. I soon learn there are many more gratifying things I haven’t explored until her.

  By day, I am the good son, take out the trash, do my chores, work a part-time job to save up money to buy my bike, and take care of my little brother when needed. But when the sun goes down and I leave for Paisley’s, I become the sinner once again, seeking the high I get from making Paisley come. Sex is my new addiction.

  Paisley is a little bit of a freak. Stick a plug in her ass and my cock in her pussy, and she will shoot off like a rocket within minutes. For some reason, that girl loves double penetration. Sharing her with one of my friends isn’t anything new for her.

  The first time, Tyler and I stopped by when her parents were out of town for the weekend. The intention wasn’t to share her, but one thing let to another, and before I knew it, we were all naked, and she was begging me to let him fill her ass as I took her pussy. She actually squirts like a fire hose going off when she has two dicks inside her.

  “Paisley, since our prom is at the Westin, I got us a room for the night. What do you think about that?”

  I’m hoping she is going to be into it as much as I am. I want to be able to spend a whole night lost in her pussy, and what better night to do that than prom night?

  “Awesome, Gauge, that is going to be so cool. I even think I know what will be even more awesome.”

  “Lay it on me, babe, what are you thinking?”

  “Let’s invite Lela and Oliver to join us. Come on, it will be fun, I promise.”

  I have to think about it for a moment; this is going down a path I have never envisioned for myself. I mean, I’ve shared Paisley with my friend, but never have I ever thought about having another couple involved. For Christ sakes, I’m eighteen. Who at the age of eighteen has a foursome?

  “Please, Gauge, trust me, you’ll love it. I did this once back in Vegas with some friends, and it’s the most fun ever.”

  Hesitantly, I say OK. I guess we'll see where all this leads to. I may not be able to go through with it, but hey, I haven’t lived on the edge for a while, so why not try?

  Two Plus Two Is Foreplay

  “GAUGE, GOT A minute before you leave, please?” I knew my mom and dad wouldn’t let me leave without having some sort of talk.

  “Sure, Dad, what’s up?”

  “You’re eighteen now, so legally an adult, and I can’t stop you from doing whatever it is you’re going to do tonight. I just want to tell you to make wise decisions, son, and please don’t get into any trouble.” He hesitates for a moment and then adds, “Please practice safe sex. I’m not stupid enough to think that you and Paisley haven’t experimented, but just be sure you don’t bring another person into the world by accident.”

  “No problem, Dad, I feel what you're saying and just know I won’t let you down and make a bad decision. Those days are behind me.”

  With a clasp to my shoulder and a nod of his head, Dad turns on his heels and leaves me by myself. Sliding on my suit coat, I stare at myself in the mirror. Yep, I am one sexy motherfucker. Reaching down, I grab the corsage I picked up today for Paisley, and head down the stairs.

  The limo I sprung for is waiting outside for me. I’m on top of the world right now, and nothing could ruin my night, not even Paisley's stepdad, who is waiting at the door when I arrive.

  “She’ll be down in a minute, Gauge. I don’t need to remind you to respect my girl, do I?” he asks. I think to myself this is so different from the conversation I just had with my dad.

  “No, sir, I understand, sir, and I promise I’ll respect her wishes.” Little does he know just what those wishes are, but with his nod of approval, he thinks I’m being the good guy tonight and not the sick fuck who is going to share his stepdaughter with her two best friends because that is what she wants.

  I watch Paisley enter the room in a blood-red dress. It’s skin tight, hugging her perfectly round D-cups, and has a full-length skirt that reaches the floor. A slit opens three-quarters of the way up her long, sleek legs that look absolutely amazing in four-inch heals. My dick has gone from flaccid to rock hard in two seconds. Down, boy! I tell it, but it just screams back at me, telling me it wants inside her tight little sex as soon as we get in the car.

  Wrapping my arm around her waist, I walk her down the sidewalk of her home. The driver has the door open for us before we even reach the car. As Paisley slides into the back seat, I tell the driver the address for Oliver's home but ask him to take a long way. With a mischievous look in his eye telling me he understands, he shuts the door once I climb in.

  “God, Paisley, you look absolutely fuckable in that dress.” Licking my lips, I slowly move my hand to the opening in her dress, letting my fingers move ever so lightly up her thigh. My shaft twitches in my pants when I feel the garter against her leg. When my fingers go higher, I find her cunt bare, wet, and waiting for my fingers.

  “Oh, Gauge, your mouth, I need your mouth on my slit now. I’ve been dreaming of this all day.” Wow, this girl is one dirty-mouthed chick.

  Dropping to my knees in front of her, I lift her dress up her legs to in fact find she is wearing a black lace garter and nothing else. Her sex is glistening with her excitement. Spreading her legs apart, I lower my mouth to her slit. My tongue slides from the bottom of her opening to her clit, and she moans so loud, my cock twitches again. Her hands grasp my hair and push my head harder into her pus
sy.

  “Oh God, oh God, that feels amazing.”

  “That’s right, baby, I want you to come all over my face.” My tongue slides inside her, plunging in and out, bringing her right to the edge. Her hips undulate against my face, trying to push herself over the edge, which is when I stop and pull back.

  “Why are you stopping?” she cries out.

  “Paisley, my cock is about to burst, and when it does, it’s going to be in that tight cunt of yours, not in my pants.”

  Quickly, I move my hands to my zipper and lower it, grab the condom from my pocket, rip the package open, and slide it down my cock. I watch Paisley lick her lips, and then I thrust myself hard and fast into her.

  “This is going to be quick, babe, we don’t have much time.”

  The slapping sounds of our bodies and the moans from her mouth tell me she is close.

  “Yes, yes, oh my god, I’m gonna come, Gauge.” And that's all I need to hear before my load blows into the condom. I fall against her and rest my forehead on the back of the seat while I attempt to get my breath under control and my racing heart to slow down.

  Once my heart and lungs calm down, I slide the condom from my cock and tie it off, wrap it in tissue, and place it in my pocket. I’ll dispose of it when we get to the hotel.

  With no time to spare, Paisley straightens her dress as the car stops in front of Oliver's home. The driver exits the car and opens the door for Lela and Oliver to get in.

  Lela climbs into the back of the limo. She’s a tiny girl, no taller than four foot ten, a pixy in comparison to her boyfriend Oliver, who is probably pushing six foot easily. Lela wears a short black, body-hugging dress. Her hair is brushed to one side and lying over her left shoulder. Oliver climbs in behind her wearing a charcoal-gray pin-striped tux. Both of them are smirking as they sit down on the bench seat that runs the length of the car.