Date: Sat, 08 Dec 2012 20:34:24 -0600 From: toruk_macto@hushmail.com Subject: Christoph - Part 2 DISCLAIMER: All the usual disclaimers apply. If your local laws prohibit you from reading this then please leave now. This is a work of pure fiction. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidence. This story involves sex between a man and teenaged boy. If you are against this or upset by something of this nature, then do not read it. This is just a story. Christoph Part 2 By Zatarra It was 7:30am and my door bell was going off. Not just the usual ding-dong, but repeatedly, ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong. Then it stopped. Then it became more urgent, being repeated even more urgently. I live alone. I sleep naked. I don't have a robe. I don't have pajamas. In fact, I can't even remember if I ever had either. My earliest recollection was that I always slept nude and I saw no reason to change it. So it took me a moment to wake up and throw something on. I made it to the door, not being overly happy by the interruption to my sleep and had it set in my mind as to what I was going to say to the asshole disturbing me. I swing open the door and very much to my surprise Christoph rushes in. Standing at the street were the two boys from yesterday. While it didn't look like they got to him, they did seem ready to take care of unfinished business. Upon seeing me, they ran off toward the school. Closing the door and looking at my early morning guest, he looked relieved, scared, but relieved. "They were waiting for me. I didn't know what else to do," he stammered out, looking wide-eyed and out of breath. "I'm sorry." I couldn't be mad. Even if he wasn't being chased and threatened with getting the crap beat out of him again, there was no way I could be mad. "Don't worry, little dude. It's OK. You're safe now. They've ran off to school." I told him as I held him close, rubbing his back. "Nothing to worry about now." He looked up at me, smiling, still somewhat out of breath and said with hesitation, "Yeah, but I got to go to school. They're still pissed and are going to get me one way or another." I considered his situation then told him I would walk him to school and that if he stayed close to teachers or around a lot of kids during the day, that he would probably be safe. Looking doubtful and as if he was going to question my reasoning, I told him that I would meet him outside of school and he could come back to my house or I would walk with him to his. That seemed to satisfy his doubts and concern and brought a smile to his face. I motioned him through the house to the kitchen and told him to sit as I started to work on some coffee. He was looking about, rather nervous and as if he had something to say. I asked him what the problem was and he said that he needed to get to school for breakfast and that was why he was out early. I nodded my head in understanding and asked what time did he have to be at school for class. He said 8:35. It was barely a quarter to eight, so I told him I would fix his breakfast and make sure he would get to school on time. He smiled, nodding with relief he said thanks and apologized for getting me up. I told him not to worry over it and that I had told him that if he needed anything to let me know. I admitted to him, that I didn't expect he would be needing something so early, to which we both laughed, but told him everything was OK. But in that brief exchange, a lot became very clear. He ate breakfast at school, meaning that there probably wasn't anything at his house, or that he qualified for the free meal program. Something told me that both of those assumptions were correct. So he ate breakfast and lunch at school and that probably there wasn't anything for him to eat at night, at least nothing hot and nourishing. So that was probably why he came back last night. Even though he was uncertain about it and about me, he was hungry. His clothes were another example of his situation. While not necessarily bad, they were old and showed a lot of wear and tear. They were fairly clean but did not appear to be washed often. He had changed from what he had on yesterday, although not much better. It occurred to me that he probably wore them several times before they got washed. I don't change my clothes that often either, but I am in a different situation. I hate doing laundry. My thoughts were that there was no one to do his. I had made all these assumptions while I made him some bacon, hash browns and eggs. I poured him some juice which he downed in almost one gulp. He sat and ate and it definitely looked like it was something that did not happen often. Just another thing for me to consider and worry about. We didn't talk. He ate and I had my coffee, plus a couple of swings of orange juice. And yes, I drink it straight from the jug. I don't see the reason to mess up a glass just for me. Although I was a bit embarrassed as Christoph stared at me, thinking that he may be wondering about me drinking from the jug, but that's the way it goes. I drink milk that way too, although I did pour him a glass, which he drank as equally fast. I went to get dressed and then at 8:25 we headed off to his school. His 'buddies' were no where in sight, so his problem was solved, at least for the morning. I reminded him to stay in a group or close to a teacher to which he nodded his head in acknowledgment and told him that I would be here when school was out. He smiled, nodded and said thanks as he headed off. He turned to look twice as I watched him enter the school. Now I know what a proud parent feels as they see their kid off to school. It was something that I had never really considered before and it made me sad to think of what I had missed. I spent the morning wondering how this situation would develop and in what direction. I also wondered in what direction I wanted it to go. There was no doubt in my mind that I wanted him. But I also said that it would have to be on his terms and on his own time. But that didn't mean I couldn't do things to try and help him out. So, I went shopping. Something I really hate to do, but have to every now and then. I loaded up on snacks I thought he would like and getting some more juices and sodas. I don't cook very often, even though I am quite good at it, if I say so myself, but I find very little reason to cook for one. The time, trouble and mess it makes is not worth the effort. So, aside from some breakfast stuff I have in the house, I have very few things to prepare dinners. I usually just make a quick run for a burger or grab something from the deli to heat up later, or eat at the sports bar while watching some game or another. But seeing the need for some things, I got some basic things and various meats, just in case dinner was necessary at some point. I was hoping that it would be. I stopped at the mall and got him a cell phone from one of the phone kiosks. Nothing special, just a generic pay-as-you-go type. Something simple that he could use to contact me, should the need arise and then wandered through Gap looking at clothes that I thought he would look fantastic in, but then decided that that may be a bit premature. After all, we had just met and buying him clothes did seem a bit extreme. After putting away my shopping and charging his phone and loading my number into it, I started pacing around the house watching the clock slowly tick its way to 3:30, I made my way down the street to the school and stood just across the street, where I had told him I would be waiting. Within a few minutes, the bell rang and a swarm of kids came hustling out the doors heading in various directions. I stood there waiting, feeling very obvious as they all streamed by. Of course, I took note of some of them and couldn't help but wonder what they looked like underneath the hoodies and sweats. After about 10 minutes the crowd of kids lessened and there was no sign of Christoph. I didn't know if I should be relieved, bothered or concerned, when all of a sudden the doors flew open and he dashed out running at full speed with the two boys from yesterday on his tail. He ran up to me, sliding and circling and came to a stop behind me. The two boys stopped dead in their tracks when they saw me. Without saying anything, I just turned and started walking off with Christoph tight to my side. Of course the two couldn't resist saying about running to his mommy and that they would get him sooner or later. With barely a moments hesitation, Christoph yelled back that if they wanted to get him that they should hurry home as he was going there now to fuck their mothers who were waiting for him. He said that they called him last night and said that you just couldn't satisfy them and they needed a man to finish the job you started. I was shocked to hear that. Now, I am not a prude by any means, and being in the military, I had heard just about everything you could hear about someone's mother, but I must confess that I had not expected that. Christoph laughed while the two boys started throwing all the obscenities they could think of at him, but even they knew he had got the better of the situation. There was nothing I could do, but laugh with him. We made it to the house, when before the door was even closed, he dashed off to the bathroom. He finally came out looking relieved, saying he hadn't been all day as he was afraid he would get cornered by the two boys with no way out. I lead him to the kitchen asking if he wanted a snack. He asked for a coke and then we sat looking at each other, neither of us wanting to be the first to talk. So after what seemed an eternity, I asked him how long had the two boys been after him and threatening him. He said that they started shortly after the school term started but that they had recently began to become more and more aggressive. At first it was just some rude comments and suggestions then it got worse where they were demanding that he suck them and they had started threatening him and following him home the week before but he was able to always give them the slip until yesterday. I sat there listening to his story not interrupting, not knowing what to say or even if I should say anything. He finished saying that most of the school knew he was gay but most didn't care. Some would call him fag or queer now and then but mostly he was left alone. But these two were determined to have him suck them. I sat quietly pondering on a question that I could not get out of my head but did not know how to ask, or if I should. But thinking that I had earned the right to know a few things, I started off by asking something simple. "Who are the two boys," I asked quietly, authoritatively and with as much concern I could show. He seemed to be expecting a question, but this was certainly not the one he was thinking. "Josh and Craig," he said with surprise still on his face. "They in your classes?'' My second question surprising him just as much as my first. He simply nodded. I returned his nod and then asked, "Do the teachers know that you are picked on and that these two in particular are making things difficult for you?" Another question he was not expecting. But my sincerity, interest and concern seemed to ease him somewhat. "I don't know. I would think they would, as they don't hide it much, but no one ever says anything. Most of the other kids just ignore them and the teachers act as if they don't see it and that is they way things are, if you know what I mean." He responded. I nodded and said I know exactly what he meant and went even further that it is not very likely that they did not know. There are too many teachers around and too many eyes and ears about, not to know something. I told him it was the same when I was in school, everyone knows but no ones says or does anything and that it doesn't seem to have changed much from when I was his age. He just nodded his head, his eyes wide with surprise and some relief that someone would know and understand what he was talking about. Then I just had to ask. "You look a couple of years younger than Josh and Craig. How is it that you are in the same grade?" A long silence followed. I could see the thoughts running in his head. "I'm 14," he said with a bit of embarrassment. "I'm in eighth grade. I'm a bit small for my age. That's why I get picked on all the time. Before it was just because I was smaller, but now it is because I am smaller and gay. There always seems to be some reason." He said knowingly. I was surprised. I had pegged him for 13 at the most, but this was definitely news to me. I could only nod my head and told him that I understood and thanked him for telling me. I then thought carefully about my next question but it did not seem any way to delicately ask it, but before I could, I guess he sensed what it was and said: "I'm gay, I know I am. I like looking at men and boys. I could care less about girls. I've seen pictures of naked women and see the other boys in gym when we change and shower. I've even sneaked looks at men on the internet on the library computers. I definitely like guys, but I have never done anything. I would like to, but don't really know what to do or how to go about it. I might have done something with them, if they had been nicer about it, even if they aren't that good looking." I had to smile and laugh, which made him smile and laugh as well. He seemed relieved to finally get the chance to tell someone. Things were becoming much clearer. He finally broke down and asked if he could have something to eat. I got him the bag of chocolate chip cookies and told him to help himself. He ate them happily while I watched, thinking of what to do next. He seemed apprehensive. I was wondering if he thought it was a mistake to tell me and if he was having second thoughts. I know I had a million questions and figured he had just as many. I finally broke the silence and thoughts and said, "Well, we have to figure out what we are going to do then to make sure you don't get the crap beat out of you sometime soon. But, after what you hollered at them just now, I doubt if they are going to become any more friendlier towards you. In fact, I don't doubt that they will make every effort to bring you down quick." He nodded and then smiled and said, "Yeah, I guess I sort of fucked things up, didn't I?" We both laughed at that, but I did tell him that I agreed and we needed to think. I got the phone I bought him and handed it to him, saying that my number was in it and showed him how to use it telling him that if he needed anything, he could call me. And that he needed to keep an eye out because his friends were not going to go away anytime too soon. He looked at me holding the phone, tears starting in his eyes. He asked what it was for and I told him, emergencies, or if you ever just wanted to say hi. He smiled and lunged at me hugging my neck once again in that incredible strong hold of his. I told him the phone would help him keep in contact and hopefully out of harms way for a bit and that I would get him to and from school and even get him home, but that when he was in school, he was on his own and reminded him of the need to stay with his friends or near a teacher. I suggested that he tell the school about the situation, but he quickly downed that idea. I wasn't sure why, but I wasn't going to press it at this time. I told him to call me when he was going out, and if he wanted I would meet him first to make sure nothing would happen. I then asked him where he lived. It appeared that he was not sure if he should answer but finally told me he lived in the apartments a couple of blocks down and over. I nodded my head and knew why he was hesitant. It was not because he didn't trust me, but because he was embarrassed. They were not in good condition and I had heard talk about drugs and prostitution going on in and near by. To get away from his embarrassment I asked if he had homework. He said yes and I told him to get on with it and that we would see about some dinner when he was finished. He gave his beautiful smile and nodded then, after thinking it over, he came to me and gave me another hug. I told him that I would be in the other room taking care of things and to holler if he needed anything and telling him if he was hungry or thirsty to help himself. He smiled and nodded and got his books and I headed to my study to think things over. I was only there for a moment when my cell chirped. I looked at the ID and it was Christoph's number. When I answered he apologized for disturbing me but said he wanted to make sure how it worked. I chuckled and told him not to worry about it. He then thanked me for helping him and that he was happy to be here with me. There was a pause and it seemed like he wanted to say more but couldn't. I was about to tell him that I was happy to, when he cut the connection. I left him alone and he left me alone. There was so much that had been said and even more that had not been said. It was definitely going to be a strange and perhaps even difficult situation for the both of us. A couple of hours later, Christoph appeared at my study door. He stood their silently, looking me over and then announcing that he was finished with his homework. I was startled out of my thoughts to see his bright smile and shining face. You could never get tired of looking at it. Smiling back at him I said good and that we needed to get some dinner and asked what he wanted. He said it didn't matter and asked if it was OK if he could take a shower first. I was more than OK with it and hoped that I didn't show my eagerness in the idea. Sadly, he went off for his shower, closing the door behind him and I went off to prepare dinner. The time when by quickly and after about 30 minutes Christoph appeared in the kitchen. And what a sight he was. There he stood, the little Adonis, in a pair of tight, rather old and dingy, Fruit of the Loom briefs. The perfect example of boyhood in perfection. With only a small bulge in his underwear, not hard or even semi-erect, I figured he was about 2 – 2-1/2 inches (about 6cm) or so. His hair still dripping, with beads of water here and there sliding slowly down his very white and soft skin, he said he was staving and that dinner smelt awesome. I had a hard time catching my breath. Nothing was more beautiful than what was standing in front of me at this very moment. A pure, virginal boy, standing in his underwear, in my house. I bounced out of my stupor and managed to quit staring at him telling him that he was just in time as I put the finishing touch on our dinner. I had made beef stroganoff. Nothing fancy and fairly simple and it did smell awesome. Christoph made his way to the table and after inhaling deeply, he stalled when he saw dinner. Now I admit, that stroganoff, if you hadn't seen it before, was somewhat off-putting. But if made correctly, it is an absolutely fantastically simple and delicious meal. And it was. After another moments hesitation, he gave it a taste, smiled and then made short work of his first helping. He said that he had never seen or even tasted anything like it and that it was awesome. I smiled, basking in the glory as I filled up his plate with more. We chatted about nothing important, while we both knew that the other had a million questions, neither of us wanted to be the first to ask or open up. After finishing dinner and putting things in the dishwasher, I asked what he wanted to do next, to which he just shrugged his shoulders. It was not quite 8 when we made our way into the living room. Christoph lead the way as I followed watching his cute butt in the tight briefs. Not knowing what else to do, I sat on the couch. Christoph stopped by the stereo and after giving it the once-over, he turned it on. He then sat down beside me. Not just near me, but right up close with our bodies touching. The fresh scent of a just-washed boy and the heat coming from his body was too much. Looking deep into my eyes and with all the sincerity he could muster, he asked, "Will you please teach me how to be gay?" WOW!!!!! I certainly did not expect that! Your comments and suggestions are encouraged and welcomed. toruk_macto@hushmail.com Help keep the Archive. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html