Date: Thu, 10 Aug 2000 22:18:52 EDT
From: Bwstories8@aol.com
Subject: Boy For Hire - Chapter 4

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Boy For Hire - by BW  (Young-Friends).          Copyright 2000 by billwstories
Chapter 4 - My secret is revealed.              February 2000

When I awoke the next morning, Jeremy was sitting on a chair at his desk,
looking in my direction.

"Good morning, sleepy head.  How do you feel today?"

"Better," I said, trying to be convincing.

"So, what do you want to do first, eat, shower, or talk?"

"I'd really like to clean up, but I feel kind of weak.  I don't want to
fall in the shower, so I'd better wait."  I was being very honest.  I was
still quite woozy from the ass whipping I'd received last night.

"No problem, dude.  I'll get in the shower with you and give you a hand.
If you start to feel dizzy, just let me know and I'll hold you up."

Damn.  If I wasn't dizzy before, I sure as hell would be once I saw Jeremy
nude.  Especially since he would be standing next to me, naked, in the
shower.  I watched as he slipped out of his tee shirt and boxers and I was
very pleased with what I saw.  Jeremy's body was fantastic.  He had broad
shoulders and a very well developed chest, with nicely defined pecs and a
breathtaking tight six pack across his stomach.  There was a light coating
of black hairs across his chest and I guessed that he would be a real bear
when he finished his trek through puberty.  He had very muscular legs, with
huge thighs, and enormous, firm calves.  The best part, though, was below
his waist.  Jeremy had a magnificent 7.5" circumcised cock, fairly thick,
with a nice diamond-shaped patch of black hairs at the base and leading up
to his navel.  He also had a smattering of hairs sprouting from his loose
hanging ball bag, which contained his walnut-sized testicles.  I almost
stopped breathing when I saw his entire package.

I've never considered myself a slouch in the looks department, but next to
Jeremy I was the plain brown wrapper next to the decorative holiday paper.
I was 5'5", with closely cropped brown hair, brown eyes (with some green
flecks), and a firm body.  It wasn't a muscular body, but it was solid,
with a decent swimmer's build.  I had fairly wide shoulders, a pretty solid
chest, which narrowed as it moved its way down toward my slim hips.  I had
an adequate horseshoe shaped patch of brown hair at the base of my 5.75"
circumcised dick and there was sparse scattering of hair on my somewhat
tight scrotum.  The rest of my body was nearly totally hairless, except for
a few hairs showing from my armpits.  My legs were hardened and developed
from years of running and swimming.

"Can you get undressed by yourself or do you need my help?" Jeremy asked,
breaking me from my reverie.

"I'm sorry.  I'm still not quite with it," I said, referring to my
wandering mind.  I soon found out that Jeremy interpreted it to mean
something different.

"That's fine," Jeremy said reassuringly, "let me help you."  Who was I to
object?  Jeremy came over, grabbed my shirt, and he lifted it over my head.
Then he slipped his hands into the waistband of my shorts and pulled them
down my thighs, exposing my boyhood.  "I take it you don't like underwear,"
he added jokingly.

"I just don't like the way my boxers hang below these shorts, so I don't
wear them."

"I don't blame you.  The way you wore them looked perfect.  Come on, I'll
help you into my bathroom and into my shower."  I followed him into his own
bathroom, entered through a door from his room, and he held onto my waist
as I stepped over the tub and past the curtain.  He had already turned the
shower on and the warm spray stung as it hit my skin.  The pain caused me
to step back from the pulsing water flow, forcing my butt into Jeremy's
groin.

"Excuse me, I'm sorry."

"No problem, dude.  I'm not that modest.  You didn't bother me.  I take it
the water stung when it struck you injuries."

"A little.  I just need to adjust to it and then I'll be fine."

"Take your time, pal, I'm in no hurry."  There was a pause in our
conversation.  "Trevor, what the hell happened to your back?  That doesn't
look like it just happened last night."

I decided to ignore his last question and I tried to change the topic.
"Don't you have classes today?"

"Yes, but I'm taking the day off to be with you.  I figured that you could
use my help."

"That's very thoughtful of you, thanks."

"No thanks necessary, dude.  It's entirely my pleasure."  Jeremy took the
soap in his hands and then he started to wash my body.  His fingers and
palms were feather light as they roamed over my chest and shoulders, being
ever so careful not to aggravate my badly bruised torso.  Then he swung me
around to bathe my back. As he started to clean down my spinal column, he
hesitated, felt along my skin, and then he spoke to me again.  "Trevor,
please tell me what happened to your back?  I know that guy didn't do this
to you.  That's been there for a while."

"Jeremy, I can't tell you now, but I will tell you when I'm ready.  Can you
live with that?"

"I was just curious, dude.  I didn't mean to get too personal.  I just want
to help."

"I appreciate that, but it's not something I'm ready to deal with.  Thanks
for your concern, though."

 Jeremy finished washing my back and moved down to my butt. He kneaded my
two half-moons like bread dough as he cleaned them thoroughly, running his
thumbs up and down my crack and gently massaging my mounds the entire way.
I think he was waiting for me to protest but I never did, so he bent down
and washed my legs and the back of my thighs.  Then he swung me around
again, getting slapped across the face with my now erect penis.

"You could have at least warned me that that thing was loaded," he said
amusingly as he rubbed his cheek.  "It damn near broke my jaw."  Now we
were both laughing.  Getting serious again, he resumed washing me.  He was
cleaning my penis and testicles now, tenderly fondling them like he was
making love.  I blushed as he continued, but it felt too good to stop the
stimulation.  "I hope I'm not overstepping my bounds and embarrassing you?"

"No, and I really appreciate your help.  You've been more than kind,
especially since we have just met.  I don't know how to thank you."

"Just stay here and get better.  That would be more than enough payment for
me."  I just smiled at him to let him know that I understood his good
intentions.  After he finished shampooing my hair, he helped me out of the
tub, and he dried both of our bodies.  He took me back into his room, laid
me across his bed, and he went to his dresser.  "I've got some older
clothes in here that I've outgrown.  They should fit you and suffice until
you get your own things.  Fortunately, my mother hasn't come in here and
packaged them up to donate to charity."  He brought a small stack of
clothes over to me and placed them on the bed next to me.  "Do you want to
dress now or just lie on the bed and rest for a while?"

"If you don't mind, I'd like to lie here for a few minutes."

"That would be fine.  I'll just hop over to the other side and keep you
company.  You don't mind, do you?"  I shook my head 'no', so he went around
to the other side and placed his naked body next to mine.  He waited a few
minutes before he started to ask me questions about the previous night.
"Trevor, how the hell did that guy get you were he could beat you up?"

I had to think before I answered him.  "He asked me to help him with
something and I didn't expect any problem.  I mean, he didn't look
dangerous."

"Why did he turn on you?"

"I think to steal my money."

"He stole all of your money?"

"No, just part of it.  He got the money I put into the side of my left
sock, buut I had the rest of my money hidden in other places."

"That's good.  Look, when you're feeling better we'll go over to your place
and get some things.  You can stay with me until your parents return."

"That would be nice, but you don't have to go with me.  I don't want to
disrupt your schedule any more than I already have."

"Not a problem.  Did you forget that you were going to meet me tonight
anyway and I planned to have you spend the weekend already?  Besides,
you're not strong enough to go alone.  I want to go with you."

I'm going to have to think my way out of this one.  "We'll see, but I don't
need to go right away."

"OK.  I guess I have enough of the clothes I've outgrown to last you for a
while.  Where exactly do you live anyways?"

"Uh...uh...over...by the...park."  I didn't know what else to say.

"Oh, you mean in the apartment complex.  That's one of the nicer ones."

Man, I lucked into that one.  "Yeah, it's not bad at all."

"So, tell me about your folks.  What's your mom like?"

"Uh...my mom's...well, she's...dead."

Jeremy's mouth dropped open and he looked embarrassed.  "Oh man, I'm
sooooooo sorry.  I didn't know.  I guess I shouldn't have been so nosy."

"Hey, you didn't know and I'm cool with it, now.  It took me a couple of
years to get over it, but I can talk about it now."

"Thanks, man, you're cool."  He hesitated before he continued, searching my
facial expression to see if I meant what I said.  "How long ago did she
pass away?"

"It's been a little over four years since she drowned."

"Drowned?"

"Yes.  There was some flash flooding and the streams were really
overflowing.  An eight year-old girl slipped, fell into the water, and she
was quickly swept downstream.  Mom heard her screams and jumped in to save
her.  She was able to push the girl to the bank, where some other people
pulled her out, but Mom didn't have enough strength left to save herself.
The swift current dragged her away and beneath the swollen waters.  They
found her body two days later."

"Wow.  Your mom was a hero then."

"Yeah, I guess she was.  I think she would have chosen to give up her life
to save a child."  I believed this, but I wondered why Mom hadn't stepped
in to save me from Dad.  Maybe she didn't think that what he doing was life
threatening, but it was.  Maybe not my physical life, but he killed me
emotionally, just the same.  Why couldn't she have saved me, instead?

"Trevor, you still with me, man?"  I nodded as he disturbed my thoughts.
"You spaced out on me for a minute.  I guess you must have been thinking
about your mom."

"Yeah, I'm sorry.  I was just remembering what life was like when she was
still around."

"Hey, don't fret it.  After all you've been through, you don't need to
apologizze to anyone.  How about your dad?  What does he do?"

I knew this was coming, so I hope the lie I concocted is believable.  "He's
a troubleshooter for a large construction company.  That's why we move
around so much."

"That must be real hard on you.  I know I wouldn't want to live like that."
He paused.  We lay there for some quite some time, no longer talking, and
my body began to cool down.

"I think I'm going to get dressed now.  I'm a little chilly," I said,
breaking the silence.

"Me too."  We both got up and started to get dressed.  I put on the clothes
that Jeremy had given me and he tossed on a similar outfit.  Suddenly, he
threw something else at me and I went to catch it.  "I thought you might
want this, Trevor."

It was my fanny pack.  As it hit my hand, the contents popped out.  I must
not have zipped it up tightly the last time I was in it.  There on the
floor, spread for both of us to see, was a tube of KY jelly, a handful of
foil wrapped condoms, my vibrating dildo (that I bought to loosen my ass up
for bigger cocks), and the few other items I kept in there.

"What the hell have you got that shit for?" Jeremy said quite loudly,
looking at the items on the floor in surprise.  I couldn't think of a
response.  I wasn't prepared for this.  I froze.  Jeremy could read that I
was embarrassed and that this stuff was for more than just a little
pleasure.  "You're hustling your ass out there, aren't you?  That's why
that guy beat you up.  Right?"

I couldn't speak.  I scooped everything up off the floor and headed for his
door.  Jeremy grabbed me from behind to slow me down.  He managed to get
himself between my body and my escape route and I was trapped.  "Trevor,
where are you going?"

"You don't want any faggot slut staying here, do you?  I'll just leave and
go where I belong."  I was trying hard to be brave and not cry, but I could
feel the tears building in my eyes.  I couldn't hold back any longer and
those tears started streaming down my cheeks and dropping onto my chest.

"Hey, I don't want you to leave.  I'm just trying to understand what you're
going through."  He wrapped his arms around my neck, effectively avoiding
my bruised face and chest, and he tried to reassure me.  When I started to
calm down, he hit me with his next observation.  "Your father's not around
here, either, is he?"

"Why would you say that?" I tried to look shocked, but I'm not sure if I
succeeded.

"As I mentioned earlier, those injuries on your back aren't recent.  I'd be
willing to bet that your father did that to you.  I already figured that
you're a runaway and that you've been hustling to stay alive."  Again, I
couldn't respond and I just broke down, letting all of my emotions pour out
at one time.  "Why don't we sit down on the bed and you can tell me about
it?" Jeremy said softly, truly sounding concerned.

"Why would you care?  Why should I tell you about my rotten life?"

"Oh, I don't know.  Why don't we start with the fact that I like you and I
want to help you?"

"You don't really even know me.  How can you like me?"

"It's just a feeling I have, and if you tell me about yourself, then I'll
know you and be able to help you.  I know I'm asking a lot, but give me a
chance to do what I can for you.  Just trust me, please."

What could I say now?  Is he serious or does he just want me to tell him
everything so he can have a good laugh?  I don't think I'm ready to open
myself up to more pain and take that kind of chance.  "Why don't you just
throw me out now, and not waste all of our time in between?

"Look, damn it.  I know that you've been hurt but I'm not the one who hurt
you.  I'm trying to help and I'm not going to throw you out, no matter what
you tell me.  You'll feel better if you talk about it, and I'm willing to
listen.  Go ahead, tell me what you're running from."  He moved me back to
the bed, pushed me down to a sitting position, and he sat next to me, with
his arm around my shoulder.  "Come on, man, I really do care.  You've got
to believe me."

I gave up my resistance and decided that I was ready to let my defenses
down.  What the hell did I have to lose?  If this didn't work out, I'd just
go somewhere else and start over again, no big deal.  I relented.  I told
him about my father and about all of the years of abuse.  I told him about
my last day at home and about my fight, if you can call it that, with my
father.  I told him everything about leaving home, my trip here, about the
park, and what I've been doing at the mall.  I'd been looking down at my
legs the whole time I was telling him the story.  I was afraid to look at
him, not wanting to see his face and the reaction he would have to what I
said.  Now that I was finished, I looked up and saw tears rolling down his
face.

"You're a hell of a lot stronger than me," he said.  "I'd never have been
able to live through the shit you have.  It's settled.  You're going to
stay here, permanently." I started to say something and he cut me off.  "No
arguments.  The discussion is over.  You'll stay in here with me until
you've healed.  After that, you'll have your choice.  You can either stay
here in my room, move to one of the spare bedrooms, or move into the
guest-house on the other side of the pool."

"Shouldn't you check with your parents first?"

"I'll take care of my parents after I've taken care of you.  You lie here
and rest and I'll run over to the park and retrieve your duffel bag.  Don't
try to argue with me because you're not going to win.  I'll be back in less
than thirty minutes."  He made me stand up, so he could fold back the
bedding, then he had me get into the bed before he pulled the sheet and
thin blanket over me.  He ran his fingers through my hair, told me to get
some rest, and he left the house.

I had a lot of thinking to do before he returned.  So much had just
happened and I'm not sure if I understand any of it.  I guess that my
biggest question is why is he doing all of this for me?  He'd only talked
to me for a few minutes before last night, and he's got everything and I've
got nothing to bring into this arrangement.  How are his parents going to
react?  I haven't even seen them up to this point.  I know what Frank, the
trucker, told me on the way down.  He advised me not to look a gift horse
in the mouth, but I don't want to set myself up to get hurt again.  I can't
go through another turbulent relationship like I had with my father.  I
don't want to get close to someone and then have my world come crashing in
on me again.

Just then the door to the room opened and Jeremy came in, carrying my black
duffel.

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