Date: Sun, 31 Dec 2017 02:05:55 -0800 From: Ryan White Subject: A Boy Called Shane Chapter 3 Hey guys!! Thank you so much for all the nice emails you guys sent me regarding the Shane story. It helps a writer's confidence immensely. Thank you xx Previously, Mr Green found out that his daughter Carrie was pregnant, and relieved that Shane wasn't the father as his feelings towards the fifteen year old boyfriend of before mentioned Carrie continued to grow. But imagine his shock as he found out that his son Kane was fooling around with Shane aswell! David Green couldn't rip away his paedo eyes from watching his son give Shane his very first blowjob... #yum The chapter ended in tragedy tho...as Kane called home from the boarding school saying Shane had been attacked. What now for Mr Green?? Will Shane be okay? Will he confront Kane over what he saw?? Let's find out! Ryan CHAPTER THREE The way I felt as me and Debbi raced through several red lights to get to the hospital, was feelings of frustration, anger and an intense desire to choke the life out of who ever did this to Shane. Or any other human being for that matter. My biggest mistake was falling for a fifteen year old boy, which my daughter did do, and now seemingly also my son, Kane. Flashes of him on his knees blowing Shane...Shane's face as he experienced his first blowjob...he way they held each other afterwards...and now a terrified Kane on the other side of a mobile phone in tears because some piece of scum put his friend in hospital. I sped up. I had to get there. I had to see if Shane was okay. I'd do anything for that blue eyed boy. ****** "Dad!" Kane ran towards me when we entered the floor where Shane was. He hugged me so tight and cried his eyes out, desperate for some or other reassurance that everything was going to be okay. In the corner next to a private room I saw two people sitting with cups of water, nervously looking across to the nurses station. This had to be Shane's adoptive parents. If only they knew this 33 year old man wanted to stick his cock inside their son...focus, David...focus. "Mr and Mrs McCaskill?" "Yes, are you the doctor, how's our son doing?" The man jumped up and nearly invaded my personal space. Holy shit balls...Shane wasn't lying about their financial situation. His parents looked like them beggars on street corners. I pulled myself together and held out my hand. "No, I'm not a doctor, I'm Kane's dad, David Green. Sorry to meet you under such sad circumstances. Is there any news about Shane?" "No, not yet. The nurses won't tell us anything and it has been three god damn hours!" Tom McCaskill clearly wasn't in the mood for any kind of small talk. "I'm sorry, David. Tom here is a little worried about the manner Shane was attacked. It was clearly a hate crime." Shane's mom had a warmth that his dad sorely lacked but her comment made me shiver. It was then I realised just how cold Tom McCaskill really was. "I told you, Susan! I told you to let me beat that homo crap out of him! This is not what I signed up for when we adopted him!" I stared at Tom in sheer disbelief. His son was lying beaten up in hospital and all he can think about is doing that himself?? No way I was staying quiet now. "Tom with all due respect this is your son you're talking about..." "Who the fuck do you think you are talking to me about MY son? Green...Green...oh YOU are the fancy schamncy people that he stayed with two weeks ago...yeah the little shit couldn't stop talking about you. And your faggot son. He did something to my kid. Shane is not a fucking homo, but ever since he got back home from that weekend..." I didn't give Tom the chance to finish his sentence. He couldn't anyway. He was laying unconscious on the hospital floor while I was rubbing my bruised fist. "Susan, I'm sorry. Send me the bill if he needs medical treatment," I said before running back to Kane. He was with Debbi and could hardly speak. I've had enough homophobic shit said to last me a fucking life time. "Kane, I need you to tell me what happened. Don't leave anything out. No matter how stupid it seems." Kane wiped his eyes and took a huge breath of air. He blew it out slowly before he licked his lips and looked me in the eye. "Me and Shane were kissing in the dorms, Dad. The guys saw us. I'm sorry..." In reality fifteen year old boys still had feelings, no matter how grown up they wanted to act. "David...are you hearing this?" Debbi's eyes were the size of toilet rolls. "Yes dear, I think that is besides the point right now with a boy lying in that room so badly injured you cannot recognise him. Kane, who did this? Can you name them?" "David, don't you dare brush me off! Kane is not gay! Are you?" Susan grabbed Kane and started shaking him. Whether it was the shock over Kane's confession or a delayed reaction over Shane's attack I didn't know. I pulled her away from Kane. "Debbi, calm down. Forget that Kane was kissing another boy. We'll deal with that later. Right now, there are two people over there who needs to know what happened to their son, and Kane is the only one here who knows. Okay?" Susan slowly nodded. She took her purse, and made her way to the cafeteria. "Don't worry about Mom. She's just in shock" I reached out and stroked Kane's jet black hair. "Aren't you?" "No, son. I saw the two of you. That weekend Shane stayed with us. I know what's going on. You love him, don't you?" Kane's reaction leaped from utter horror to confusion. His eyes floundered towards his knees and a tear rolled across his cheek. "I can't help it. I love him, Dad..." He whispered before throwing himself in my arms. His young body was wrecked with sobs. I held my boy in my arms wondering what he would do or say if he knew his dad felt the same feelings for Shane. That night, its a miracle Debbi didn't realise something was up. I had a dream about me and Shane. It was so...so real. He was alive with energy, glowing, smiling like he was that weekend. He walked closer to me. I stared into his eyes. They were hungry with lust. For me. I grabbed the back of his head, with an animalistic need, felt his beautiful blond hair between my fingers...and smashed my lips on his. In my dream young Shane moaned with sexual passion, the front of his shorts bulging with a healthy fifteen year old teenage cock. I deepened the kiss, holding his head in my hands, caressing his lips with all the sheer love and attraction I had for this boy ever since I laid eyes on him. His shorts came off...my god he was going commando...I fucking took his meaty goodness in my hands and gently started to jack him off. His stomach was sunked into his ribs as the feelings of sexual pleasure ripped through his young body. His cock felt majestic and it PULSED in my hand as I continued to masturbate him and in turn, he kept on moaning into my mouth. The sweet sounds of a teenage boy being pleasured...I moved my hand from his dick up to his torso, as I caressed the solid abs I found there. He was ripped. Fucking hell. Shane pulled me closer and kissed me harder. He was determined to cum...and I was yearning for his seed. I started jacking him even faster. Sweat was pouring from his forehead. I leaned over and kissed it away, tasting his salty teenage fluids. He was really going at it now, kissing me like no tomorrow, his body becoming totally limp in my arms. "Gonna cum...gonna cum..." He moaned in my ear. Immediately I knelt down. I wanted his sperm. I engulfed his dick like a cheese sandwich. His body purged into orbit with the feelings on his young dick. It tasted heavenly. My tongue jabbed at his piss slit, making him shudder. He was literally face fucking me now, his fuck stick wanting to spill their precious love potion. "I can't...gonna do it...ahhh man I'm cumming..." I dove on his dick like a Mareanie onto a Corsola. I sucked deeply, massaging his balls as I did. He wanted to cum. He flooded my mouth and throat with his teen protein, a little salty but thick. He kept on pouring and pouring more nectar into me, draining him of his baby makers. His cock was on RED alert as he finally stopped his orgasm, falling forward and me catching him. I held him against my chest. I loved him. I woke up drenched in sweat. My wife was asleep. This didn't feel right. I didn't feel the way about her the way I did for Shane. Ashamed, I turned over and closed my eyes. I had to see Shane. The next morning I found Tom and Susan McCaskill in the waiting area. Tom was sporting quite the black eye. I might be gay but I ain't a pussy. I can throw a punch if need be. As Tom spotted me he looked away immediately while Susan looked like she could die from shame any moment. "Is there any news about Shane?" "Yes, he woke up early this morning and spoke a few words but he fell asleep. The doctor said that his face was bruised badly but things looked worse than what they are. He can go home once tests has been done, maybe tomorrow or the day after." Tom didn't look at me once while Susan spoke. "Look Susan, I'll be straight with you. This is a private hospital. Enough said. Allow me to take care of Shane's medical bills." I knew I was probably pushing the limits on this one but my feelings for Shane clouded my judgement. I was DESPERATE to do something for him. And suddenly Tom realised I was there. "We don't need your charity! Who the fuck are you to throw money at us? What's your story, are you buttfucking my son?" David...stay calm... "The offer is there if you wanna take it. Can I please see Shane?" "Over my dear body, you fucking homo!" Tom screamed and nearly grabbed me by the shirt. Fuck that. I wasn't about to let this asshole insult me any longer. "Nurse, please call security. This man is threatening me," I said walking past the nurses station and popping a $20 bill in her hand. Tom McCaskill wasn't gonna be a problem no more. Later, when the coast was clear, I entered Shane's room. My eyes immediately filled with tears. Gone was the boy who enjoyed his weekend with us so much. In his place was a beaten up body and a face wrapped in bandages. BASTARDS. Why do this to such a beautiful boy? I sat next to him and took his hand in mine. Tears rolled across my cheeks like a rain shower. "I love you, my boy. Get better soon." That was all I could muster as I got up, gently kissed the palm of his hand, and placed it next to his body. Just as I turned around I noticed someone watching me. Someone with shock, horror and down right hatred in his eyes. Kane's fists was balled as he gave me the deadliest of death stares. OMG!! THANKS FOR READING!! Now Kane knows the truth. Will he reject his father? Will he tell anyone?? FIND OUT NEXT TIME xx Wanna chat about the story? Throw me an email at whiteryan65@gmail.com Love, Ryan