Date: Thu, 13 Oct 2005 01:33:04 -0700 (PDT) From: Rebel Subject: Caught with Shadow - Chapter 22 Caught With Shadow By Rebel The following story contains graphic sexual scenes involving a man and young males. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states, you are not allowed to read this story by law. This story is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to person's living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental. Additionally, the actions of the characters in this story are in no way intended to show approval of, or give sanction to, their actions. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the websites to which it has been posted, without the consent of the author. * * * * * * As my mind slowly came back into my body, and I started to realize where I was, I looked up to see Berry still riding high above me, trying to regain his own equilibrium. He gasped a large breath of air and realized that he had been holding his breath. His eyes re-focused and he looked down at me, grinning from ear to ear. He leaned down and lightly kissed my lips as he rose off of my spent dick and eased over to lie beside me. "I love you Garret," he whispered lightly into me ear. I tensed a little, wondering what Dillon would think of THIS development. "Oh, not like Dillon and you love each other, but like the nice brother I should have had," he added when he felt me tense. "I love you too Berry, but I think we need to get some sleep for school in the morning, and besides, I'm beat," I whispered back to him. Berry snuggled down into our embrace and laid his head on my chest. A couple of minutes later, his light snoring let me know that he was already asleep. All I could do was marvel at his total involvement in whatever he was doing at the time. Now that things had calmed down for the day, he was totally and completely relaxed and at peace. I held him lightly as I too drifted off. Chapter 22 – Court and Revelations The next day started the same as always, but Berry was very subdued during breakfast only answering questions with one and two words. Mom and I exchanged looks, and I figured that he was just worried about his mother. After all, she was going to court today. We both headed off to school and I made sure that I gave him a big hug before sending him on his way to the grade school. I really missed Dillon all day, and just went through my classes trying to stay invisible. It seemed to work, because I wasn't asked any questions and was even left alone in the cafeteria during lunch. When the final bell rang, I couldn't get away from there fast enough. As I got to the corner where Berry usually caught us, he wasn't there and I started to worry all over again. I looked down the street and saw him still a block or so away, just walking slowly toward me. I waited for him to get there, and finally saw him look up as he approached and give me a half-assed smile. "You ok?" I asked when he was crossing the street and joining me on the corner where I waited. "Yeah," he answered quietly. "I'm just really worried about mom and what's gonna happen to me," he got out as we slowly meandered toward home. "Well, you know my mom and dad will do whatever they can," I tried to reassure him, but realized just how hollow that sounded. "And Dillon and I will always be your big brothers." He stopped dead on the sidewalk and I had to stop and look back at him when I realized that he had stopped. He still had his head down, but I heard him whisper, "Promise?" I went back to him and knelt down, lifting his head up with my hand. "I promise little brother. Dillon and I will always be your friends and look out for you. We can't do nothin' about what happened, but we can do something about the future." He seemed to come to a conclusion, threw his arms around my neck, and cried into my shoulder. I guess he'd really been worried and I just didn't know it. Finally, he quieted down and I handed him my kerchief that mom always made me carry. After he dried his eyes, we started walking back toward the house and I felt him snake his little hand into mine. As we got close to my house, we both saw the car about the same time. "I think that's the same car that was here a couple of days ago Berry. Maybe they have some news for us," I told him in what I hoped was an upbeat way. We walked around back like always, and were met at the door by Sandy's wagging tail and constant licks. `It's always nice to come home,' I thought, thankful that I wasn't going through what Berry was going through. I let Sandy out back to do his business and run off some of that energy, then Berry and I grabbed a Pepsi each out of the fridge as I heard mom call to us from the living room. "Boys, would you come in here please?" We looked at each other and I tried to smile but was just as worried as Berry was. We walked into the living room and the same lady social worker was there with Berry's mom. "Boys, we've been waiting for you. Berry, your mom has some great news," my mom told us. Nobody else looked worried or sad, so I was kinda wondering what had happened at court. We came in and sat in two chairs, just watching the adults to find out what had happened. "Berry, do you remember who I am?" the social worker lady asked him. "Yes ma'am, you're Mrs. Johnson from the social work people," Berry answered her directly. "Yes, that's right Berry. I was with your mother today at court and there were quite a few revelations that were made part of the court record in front of the judge, and you need to know about them before you have to go to court in David and your father's cases. You mother is a very strong woman and has been carrying all of this around for a good many years with no one to talk to." Berry just looked around kinda lost with all of this coming at once, but I knew that he was able to understand all of this – he's smart. "Berry... honey," his mom quietly said, "Would you come over and sit by me please, so I can tell you a lot of things about your dad and your brother?" She patted the place next to her on the couch and Berry got up, walked over to her, and sat down on the edge of the cushion, but leaving a space between them. "Well, I guess I'd better start with the biggies first," she started and then looked around at the other two women. `What the hell is going on?' I thought, but I knew better than to open my mouth when I saw the stern look on my mother's face. "The man you've been living with, the man who did all of this to you," and then she took a big breath and let it out, "Well... uhh... he's NOT your father. And David is only your step-brother," she finally got out. I was shocked, surprised, stunned – a whole bunch of different things, and when I looked over at Berry, he had gone white as a sheet. "Not... not my dad?" he whispered hoarsely. "No honey, he's not. About twelve years ago, I had had enough and had left him and got a divorce. Of course, he took everything, it was the only way that he would sign the papers, but I didn't want anything, and since David wasn't my son, I couldn't even get him away from that man. I married another man, his name was Benjamin Clark, and I was happy for the first time in a long time. We were living in L.A. and just getting started, and one night the police showed up at the front door and told me that he had been killed in a car wreck." I could tell that this was really hard for her to tell Berry, but was smart enough to figure out that if the adults thought that it was necessary, then it must be pretty important. "You remember that I told you that I was an orphan," she continued, and I saw Berry nod his head. "I was pregnant with you and didn't have anywhere else to go. I had no education, and no work experience, since I had gotten married so early, so I didn't know what else to do. I came back here and got married to Jack Connelly... again. In the few years that I had been gone, Jack had made friends with a city councilman and wanted to get into politics himself. He liked the idea of "the family man," so he took me in, and we always pretended that he was your dad, but he really isn't." I watched as Berry digested all of this new information and saw his face go through several different emotions. "Mom, if dad really isn't my dad, and you said that David isn't really your son, then who is he?" Berry asked. I was still trying to understand all of this about Berry's mom, but he had accepted all of that and had jumped ahead to something that I hadn't even thought about. I knew he was smart, but he was way ahead of me. "Jack and I had been married for four years, and all that time he kept telling me that he didn't want any little brats running around and ruining his life, so I had to stay on birth control pills so I could never have children. I always knew that he had a string of mistresses, and they were usually his secretaries. One night, he came home just madder than hell, and told me that his secretary was pregnant and was claiming that he was the father and was gonna make trouble for him. I don't know what happened to change her mind, but I suspect that she just wanted money and wasn't interested in the baby." I saw that she had been almost in tears as she was explaining about Berry, but now that she was talking about David, her voice took on a hard edge that really kinda made me shudder. I sure hope that mom can explain all of this to me, cause I sure had a lot of questions. "As she was getting closer to having the baby, she was making more and more demands on Jack and finally I think he just paid her a lot of money to shut her up. I don't know what happened to her, but after David was born and Jack brought him home, she never showed up again, and I never heard that she had even called about how David was doing. I tried to be a good mother to David, but anytime I tired to discipline him, Jack would just slap me around and tell me to leave him alone. And then after I came back and you were born Berry, things just got worse." She started to cry softly and I watched, amazed, when Berry sat closer to her and put his arm around her, hugging her close. I saw them whisper to each other, but couldn't hear what they were saying. After about five minutes of a very awkward silence where I wished I could just go to me room, Mrs. Johnson finally cleared her voice and told us, "And that's where we were when we went into court today. Even with all of this new information coming out, the DA was still required by law to take it to the court and present her case. As luck would have it, we appeared in front of Judge Nancy Sloane. She has been known to throw the book at some really bad offenders, but she also can be very good with people who have been caught in circumstances beyond their control." With that, she just smiled at all of us, and I could see that Berry was paying close attention to everything she had to say, but he was holding his mom's hand and sitting real close to her. "After the DA had presented her case, your dad's... uuhhh... Jack's attorney tried to speak, but when the judge found out that Jack would NOT appear in her court, she told him to sit down and shut up. He didn't like that very much, but he did as he was told." I saw the three ladies chuckle a little at that part, but I sure didn't see anything funny. "Part of what the DA presented was to call me to tell the court about what we had learned when we investigated. Your mom's attorney asked me a lot of really good questions," she was telling Berry, "And I was sure to tell the judge all about what we had been able to verify about her past. Then the DA recommended that since your mom was as much a victim as you were, and had agreed to testify against Jack, which his attorney didn't like to hear and he got up and stormed out of the courtroom, that she receive only probation and that she had moved the charges down to third degree child endangerment, a misdemeanor. The judge didn't waste any time in doing even better than that. She has in her power to be able to dismiss the charges if she deems that the DA did not have a compelling case, and that's what she did." I had no idea what she was talking about and just sat there waiting for somebody to tell me what all of that meant. I looked over at Berry and could see that he was as confused as I was. He looked up into his mom's face and said, "I don't know what all that means mommy." "It means sweetheart," she said, taking his cute little face into both of her hands and looking him right in the eyes, "That I'm free. I have no record and no probation. I'm not guilty of anything, and we can go home together." Berry and I were stunned by this, but he recovered quicker than I did and hugged his mom again. Then everybody started to talk at once. After the ladies all kinda chuckled at that, they finally figured out that it was over for Berry and his mom, and now all they had to do was to put their lives back together and see to David. A few minutes more and it was decided that Mrs. Johnson would take Berry and his mom back to their house and look things over there. Everyone said their good-byes and suddenly my mom and I were alone in the living room, just looking at each other. Sandy picked that moment to let us know that he was still outside and that he'd decided he'd been alone long enough. I went over to the patio deck door and let him in, and was immediately swamped with an affectionate dog. After Sandy calmed down, he sauntered over and started lapping up water. I went back into the living room and asked mom some questions about what all of this new stuff meant for Berry and his mom. She was still explaining things when the giggling girls came in the front door. Honestly, I don't know what they always giggle about or what they do after school every day, but they never get home until late, and then they're always giggling – girls!! "So what did little brother do this time?" my big-mouth oldest sister asked mom. "What do you mean, he hasn't done anything?" mom answered back kinda surprised. My sister was shaken by that; usually she can snipe at me and never have mom say anything. "Well... uuhhh... I just thought that since you're both just sitting here talking..." and her voice dropped off. "Just because Garret and I are talking doesn't mean that he's in trouble, and that's no way for you to act toward your only brother," mom said in my defense. Usually I was in trouble, but it was nice to see little-miss-goody-goody get it for once. I saw my other two sisters slink quietly into the hall and disappear – they wanted no part of this. "Berry and his mother just left a little while ago to go home, and we were talking about it. Now, I think you owe Garret and apology." "Sorry Garret," she said quietly, but immediately asked, "So how's Berry doing after the court thingy today?" wanting to change the subject. Mom told her a few things including that Berry had left with his mom and that all of the charges had been dropped against her. Sis turned to follow the other girls, thinking that she had slipped away unscathed. "Don't think that you got me to forget your rudeness young lady," she said at her retreating back. `Go change out of your school clothes and come back; you can help me make dinner tonight." We all knew how much she hated to cook, so the punishment was better than great. She didn't say anything but just walked down the hall. Suddenly, I realized that I didn't have anything to do. I wandered into my room, but it felt kinda empty without Berry there all the time, always following us around. And that got me to thinking about Dillon and wondering what he was doing out on the coast. `Oh well, just three more days,' I thought as I was feeling really lonely. Then I thought of Blaine and remembered that he had invited me over anytime I was free or needed to talk. I looked at the clock on my desk and saw that it was after five, so I decided to try to call him. I found his number on the paper in my desk, and dialed his home, hoping he would be there. After three rings, I heard a very welcome voice answer, "Hello." "Hi Blaine – this is Garret. I'm glad that I caught you at home; I wasn't sure if you'd be there or not," I rambled on feeling like I was carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders. I guess my voice must have told him something because he immediately asked, "Garret, what's wrong, little guy?" "I... I... I just kinda feel a little lost right now," I quietly answered. "Dillon ain't back yet and Berry went home with his mom, and... well... I was kinda hopin'... well... maybe if you're not doin' nuthin' later, well... uuhhh... maybe I can take Sandy for a walk, and well..." He must have read my mind. "Sure little buddy, I'm in the car now, but I can be home in about a half hour or so. Is that ok?" he said before I asked. That surprised me. "But... but I dialed your house..." I started, then I heard him chuckle over the phone. "Call forwarding Garret," he chuckled at me. "The wonders of modern cell phones," and I slapped myself on the forehead for not remembering. "Oh... yeah, ok... I guess I kinda forgot," I told him feeling like a real idiot. "You don't need to hurry home though, I gotta eat dinner first before I can sneak away with Sandy." "Now Garret, I don't want you getting into trouble just to come down and see me," he cautioned me. "Nah, I won't. Sandy will just love to go for a walk, and I really need to get away for a while. Can I come by like... uuhhh... seven or so?" I asked. "Sure Garret, I'll be home all evening. Come on down whenever you want little brother," he answered. I felt warm all over that he had remembered that from the first time we met. "Ok, I will. And thanks Blaine; I'll see you then," trying to hang up before I started blubbering. "Ok Garret, you be strong now and I'll see you later tonight," he said in that nice warm voice of his. We said our good byes and I hung up the phone quickly, lying back on the bed to wait for dinner. Dinner was really good tonight – maybe even better cause my sister had to help after being mean to me. The only topic of conversation was mom telling everyone what had happened after Berry and I had gotten home, and it was making me feel more alone all the time. I hurried and finished eating, then pushed back from the table. "Mom, Sandy needs a walk. Is it ok if I take him to the park for awhile?" "Sure Garret, just take your time, but try to be home by nine, ok?" she answered, surprising me by how easy it was to get her permission. I took my plate to the sink and grabbed Sandy's leash from the hook by the door. As I was closing the patio door I heard my dad ask, "What's gotten into him?" "Berry's gone home," mom explained, "And Dillon isn't back yet. He just needs some time alone to sort things out." `Thanks mom,' I silently whispered as I hooked the leash to Sandy's collar, `you really do know me, don't you,' as I closed the gate and headed for the sidewalk and the walk down to Blaine's. As we approached the park, I saw that Gabe and the guys were shooting hoops on the court, so I unhooked Sandy and let him run over to them. He started barking and chasing the ball like he always does, and that announced to the guys that I was there. They stopped their game and yelled greetings to me as I walked up, in between making sure that they all petted Sandy. He can be very demanding when he sees guys he knows; he thinks that everyone just owes him their undivided attention – at least for a few pets and belly rubs. "Hi little buddy, why so glum?" Gabe asked as I got next to them. I told them a little bit about Berry and what had gone on at home. They were very sympathetic and asked me if I wanted to play, but I told them that I just wanted to be by myself for awhile to sort things out. That's what's so great about guys – they know when to back off and let you be. Not like those dumb girls that always gotta `mother' ya. I rehooked Sandy and we walked out the other side of the park, heading toward Blaine's house on the next corner. As I got closer to Blaine's, I realized that this was the first time I had been there without Dillon, and I started to worry that maybe he wouldn't want to see just me. After all, I had kinda pushed my way in between him and Dillon... I was really getting butterflies, but I decided that I really, really needed to talk to him, so I led Sandy up the walk to the front door and pushed the doorbell, then waited for whatever might happen. Blaine swung the door open, all smiles, but as soon as he saw me, he took a couple of steps back and held the door. "Come on in guys," he invited both Sandy and me. As he closed the door behind me, I lost it and grabbed him around the waist. He turned around and knelt down to my height, took me in his arms, and just let me cry. I just let Sandy's leash drop from my fingers as I grabbed him hard around the neck and sobbed into his shoulder. I don't know how long he held me like that but I realized just how much I missed him. Even though I had only been with him over one weekend about two weeks before, I just kinda knew that I could always talk to him and he would make me feel better – even if he couldn't do anything about the problem. I felt warm and safe in his arms and I could feel my cock getting hard. Then it finally dawned on me just what it was that I wanted from him. "Fuck me Blaine," I whispered into his ear as he held me. He pushed me back from him and just looked at me with a very shocked expression. "Are you sure about this Garret?" he questioned as he studied my tear stained face. "I don't wanna hurt you; I'd never allow that," he said as he looked at me. "Please Blaine," I pleaded, "Dillon isn't here and I really need it, honest." I looked back deep into his eyes and I could see the different feelings going though his mind. He slowly stood up and just took my hand, starting to lead me into the living room. I saw that Sandy had gone over and laid down by the door, and I just stopped in the hallway. He stopped when he felt me stop and just looked down at me. "In your room... please Blaine, please?" I guess he made up his mind because he reached down and scooped me into his strong arms, lifting me up and heading down the hall. He laid me gently onto his large bed and stepped back, kicking off his sandals. I saw him start to undress and wasted no time in trying to beat him to it, stripping off my shorts and shirt in record time, and kicking off my sneakers as I went. I rolled over and crawled to head of the bed, grabbed the covers, and pulled them down quickly, scooting under the sheets. I watched as Blaine slipped his shorts and undies down his bronzed, muscled legs, and I got harder knowing that soon I would feel this man's powerful body over me and inside me. The more I watched, the more I knew what I wanted. Blaine slowly slid into the bed beside me and I saw that he was only about half hard. I rolled over onto his broad chest as he settled himself down and attacked his mouth furiously. He was surprised but soon was kissing me back and dueling with my tongue. I made sure that my hip and leg was resting squarely on top of his growing cock and started slowly humping into him as our mouths devoured each other. I felt his dick finally get full hard and start to leak precum onto my hip. I slowly kissed down his neck and onto the broad, beautiful chest, working my way south. When I felt a hard little nubbin on my lips, I latched onto it like I was sucking milk and slid my fingers over to the other nip, pinching it roughly. "Ohhhhhhh God Garret, you really want it bad," Blaine moaned out as I continued working him over. "If you keep pushing on my cock like that, I won't last long enough to do anything else," he warned, so I immediately raised myself up a bit and left his cock alone – that was NOT what I wanted. As I left his nipples and started to head further down toward his cock, Blaine suddenly grabbed my shoulders and rolled us both over so he was on top of me, engulfing me with his hard body. "If you go down there little brother, I won't last," he warned as he shifted us around so we were again face to face, but he was now pressing his hard abs into my very stiff cock and it felt exquisite as I lay there panting underneath him. I smiled up at him as he pulled back and returned my stare. "Are you still sure that this is what you want, little one?" he asked and all I could do was to nod vigorously as I felt him moving on my cock. He reached over to the nightstand, grabbed the pump of `Wet' that was there, and squirted a glob into his palm. I felt him roll slightly off of me and then his fingers were probing between my butt cheeks. Suddenly, the cold lube was spread on my crack and I felt his fingers roughly enter me. "AAAHHHHHH... yyeeaaaahhhhhhh," I moaned loudly as he savaged my hole for me, making me feel warm all over. He seemed to sense what I needed and roughly pushed more fingers into my backside. I don't know if he knew about me and Sandy, but I didn't care – I just wanted him deep inside of me. "Fuck me Blaine – fuck me hard," I hoarsely squeaked out of my parched throat. He looked at me deep into my soul and could see that I really, really wanted this to happen, so I felt him withdraw his hand quickly, use it to slather some lube on his stiff cock, and shift his weight back on his legs as I raised my knees up to my chest, holding them with my hands. He knee-walked a bit closer and looked back to make sure that I was still good with what he was gonna do. I nodded at him, silently preparing myself for what I hoped he would do for me as I felt his cockhead make contact. I wasn't disappointed. "EEEEEEIIIIIIIIOOOOOOOOWWWWWWW," I howled as I felt his huge cock penetrate me all the way in one fast movement. He snapped his eyes back to mine to verify that I was still ok, and I vigorously nodded back at him between spasms that were racking my little body. He positioned himself a bit differently, and then I felt him assault my hole like nothing I had ever felt before, ramming himself deeply with each new thrust. "OH! OH! OH!" I started to chant in time with his heavy thrusts. I let my ankles rest on Blaine's shoulders as I started to thrust back up to meet his powerful body. Suddenly, I felt myself going over the top – waaaayyyy too soon, but Blaine just kept thrusting himself deeper through my orgasm. I could see his bared teeth as he was working himself into my tightly clenching ass and concentrating on what he was doing. I saw beads of sweat form on his forehead the more he worked me over. I could feel him getting harder and harder as he was pounding me and knew that he was close. He was hitting my little knob with every stroke now, and I hoped that we'd get off together. He pushed hard, ramming almost straight down into my upturned butt, and held himself deeply embedded as I felt him start to shoot his hot juice deep inside of my hotly abused tunnel. His throbbing cock sent me over the top again, and all I could do was to hold onto him tightly as we both felt our strength flowing out of us. I kinda felt his weight shift on top of me, but his cock remained deep inside my body. I was still `out there' and couldn't feel much beyond my aching, throbbing hole. I felt Blaine lift slightly and lower my legs down a bit, but his wonderfully hard cock was still inside me. I don't know how long I was `out of it', but when I gradually opened my eyes, Blaine's soft, smiling face was the first thing that I saw. I wiggled my butt in his lap and felt that he was still inside of me, but now it was starting to hurt, so I pushed myself up a little. Blaine got the message and slowly, tenderly, withdrew his still semi-hard cock from my burning chute. "Ahhhhhhhhh," I moaned as I felt his cockhead pop out of me, and I saw him grin wider down at me. He gingerly lay down beside me, slipped his arms around me, and just held me as I slowly regained some strength. "Thank you," was all I could say, but Blaine just smiled back at me and held me in his big, warm arms. Until this moment, I hadn't realized how wound up I had been. Between Berry's life and death problems, the sudden leaving of my best friend and lover, and having to try to balance it all with keeping up a good face with my family, I suddenly felt like the dam had burst and I was safe in the arms of a protector. I started crying quietly, but that changed into full-fledged sobbing after a few minutes. Blaine never once changed his position of just holding me and making me feel safe. `No wonder Dillon loves this man,' I thought and finally understood. To Be Continued...