Date: Wed, 13 Jul 2005 01:01:20 -0700 (PDT) From: Jason Lancaster Subject: Cloudy Day I was in the mood to write , so I made up a story. I posted it first on the BLOC and I am going to post it here and to several other boylove websites. This is fiction, but won't be anything inappropriate. Also, I would like to say that I am not responsible for the accuracy of the story when it refers to real places or for any of the actions of the characters. ****WARNING**** This story does contain a brief and non-explicit sexual scene. It would probably be rate R as a movie. No vulgar words were harmed (or used) in the production of this story. However, a fictional boy might have been. I am writing it first person, but anything after this won't be me and won't be real: I sat on the grass enjoying the day. It was a cloudy day, but I love cloudy days. There was a nice cool breeze coming off the ocean. I was wearing a navy blue sweater from American Eagle. It had some random sports team on it, I don't remember which. I was wearing blue jeans. Also from American Eagle. A large shiny steamship was coming into the port below. Its horn screamed a warning to smaller boats to stay out of its way. As I cringed from the sound I noticed a boy crying on the seawall below. His knees were pressed up against his belly with his arms holding them tightly in place. His face was hidden between them and he was slowly rocking back and forth. He was wearing a long teal t-shirt that had green block text saying, "Life is Different in Rio" I couldn't see if he was wearing any shorts underneath. I looked around but there was no else around and the boy looked really in need of comfort so I climbed down the hill. I sat down next to him, lying back onto the grass and leaving my legs hanging over the side of the wall. The boy, as almost any child would do in a situation like this, mumbled, "Leave me alone." I responded, ignoring him, "Doesn't that cloud look a like a unicorn?" He looked up and released his knees from his stomach. "I said, leave me alone!" Then he glared at me. "Hmm^Å what did you say? I am a little deaf in my right ear." Before he could respond I continued, "It really is a beautiful cloud. Look, right up there." I pointed at a random cloud. However, he just pouted and stubbornly refused to look up. I took out a handkerchief and handed it to him. "It looks like you need to blow your nose." He wiped the tears off of his face and then blew his nose. Then he continued glaring at me. "Can you please just leave me alone, sir?" "Only if you tell me what happened to you and why you are all alone." "I ran away. I hate my dad!" I stood up. "Okay then. I guess I have to leave you alone right now. You look old enough to take care of yourself. Are you going to become a ship's boy on that steamboat?" He bit his lip. "Don't leave. You seem^Å nice enough." He looked at me and I could see pain in his eyes. "You want to help me find some work?" "Hmmm^Å" I pretended to consider it. "Stand up, let's take a look at you." He reluctantly got up, revealing that he wasn't wearing any shorts. "I can do anything. Just don't make me go back home to my dad!" "You look like a nice strong boy. I think I can get you a job on my work group. My name is Ray, what's yours?" I said as I turned around and began to walk away. He ran after me and yelled, "Slow down." I stopped. "If we're going to be working together, I need to know your name." "Oh. Sorry, sir." He looked at me with his sad puppy eyes again. "My name is Charlie." "It's okay, you don't have to call me sir." I said, kneeling on the ground next to him to be able to look into his eyes without looking down at him. I could feel the slightly damp grass through my jeans, but I didn't mind. "You're nice." He said, reiterating his earlier point. I began walking again more slowly. "You're nice too." I sighed. "Are you cold?" He nodded. "Why did you run away without any pants?" "I didn't have ti^Å umm^Å I don't want to talk about it." "Then lets go in here." I said, as I walked towards an open shop. "I think they may have pants in your size and it'll be nice and warm. I think I can afford to give you an advance on your first pay check." We ended up buying a few outfits and then went around to various shops and bought other items for him. When we got to my one room apartment, I set up a mattress for Charlie on the floor next to my bed with plenty of warm blankets. Then I walked across the room and cooked up some dinner. The room was pretty plain. The lights were florescent. When you walked in there was a large armoire directly in front of you, containing all my clothes. To your left there was the kitchen counter with 2 chairs pulled up to it. Behind it was the kitchenette. There was a reasonably sized refrigerator, an oven, a stove-top, and a microwave. Also a few laminate cabinets containing my plates, cups, and a miniature food processor. On the wall to either side of the armoire there was a window. To your right there is the bedroom area. On one side of bed there was the bathroom door. To the other I had set up the mattress on the floor. The walls were plain white and there were no curtains, blinds, or anything on the windows. To decorate the wall that was shared by the door, I had hung two shelving cases that I had built of scrap lumber. They were mostly filled with little wooden knickknacks I had carved in my spare time. Oh? You want to know something about me? My name is Raymond Groben. I was a carpenter in Vancouver at the time that these events I am describing occurred. I was 32 years old when these events took place. I always like to say that they changed my life. I hope hearing about them effects you as much as experiencing them affected me. Now back to the story: Soon after dinner, I turned off the lights and we both got in our beds. I had gotten him some nightclothes and had pulled out something for me to wear as well. As a started to fall asleep, I felt him get in bed with me and cuddle me close. I think he wanted human comfort so I left him alone. We were soon asleep together. When I woke up with the first light of dawn, he was still tightly wrapped around me. I gently pried him off and got up to scramble a couple of eggs. I saw him peek up at me and groan as I was getting up. By the time the room was filled with the smell of eggs however, he was up and at the table. I gave him the eggs and went to take the shower I had skipped the night before. By the time I got out, the eggs were gone, so just grabbed a granola bar and we left. "You don't want to be late for your first day of work, do you?" I said as we walked quickly down the street. "No, sir." he replied. "I told you not to use that with me, although it might be a good idea to use it with the foreman. I think he would be impressed with your maturity." Neither of us said anything else until we finished the short walk to the work site. I then had an argument with the foreman. He finally agreed to give me $2 extra an hour for working with Charlie. I convinced him that having an assistant would speed up my work. I, of course, had to subcontract Charlie. I told him he was being paid $5 an hour. Over the next couple of years, we fastidiously counted up his expenses and charged them against his wage. He even "paid" half the rent on the apartment. This still left him with some allowance as we worked long hours. He was somewhat helpful when he wasn't distracted, but wasn't really worth what I paid him for the work he did do. However, I enjoyed his company enough to not mind paying for it. Every night that week he came and got into my bed shortly after lights out and clutched me tightly. Neither of us mentioned it. That weekend, it seemed like he would finally spill out his heart to me. Here's his story, word for word, as he told it to me: "You remember that morning you found me? I told you I had run away. I guess I hadn't really run away. I've gone to sit crying on that seawall many times. I had always gone back home afterwards. I don't know if my mom knew why I disappeared for hours most weekend mornings. My dad should've but he was oblivious. As far back as I can remember my dad would come watch me sleeping every morning that he could. This was usually just on weekends. We both slept naked and he wouldn't get dressed to come to my room. Often he would take off my blankets when he came. He brought me up to be respectful, so I never said anything. Sometimes I would watch him, pretending to be asleep. A few times when I did this, I saw him masturbating looking at me. About a year ago, I realized what that meant. He was sexually attracted to me. I then knew that, as a good son, I had to help him serve that attraction however he wanted. So the next time he came in the morning. I rolled over and got out of bed. I don't remember exactly what I said. Something like, `Sir, I'd like to pleasure you.' He didn't think it was unusual, as I was always expected to address him in such a formal way. He said I didn't have to if I didn't want to. I didn't want to, but I didn't say anything, as I knew he wanted to. I had been practicing various techniques with my friends so I would be able to properly satisfy him. He did tell me he truly loved me and really didn't want to hurt me and reassure me again that I could back out whenever I wanted. Then, by his instructions, we masturbated each other. That day was the first time I went out to the seawall. After that, our activities progressed. As they progressed, I would spend more time crying at the seawall afterwards. When we were done, I'd wait for him to leave, slip on a shirt and go out the window to that same place. When you first asked me why I wasn't wearing pants, I almost said I didn't have time. That morning was going to be his first time penetrating me. I had penetrated him. We had done almost anything you can imagine. I knew what he was planning. I was afraid. It would be disrespectful to refuse this honour, but I was too scared of the pain to go through with it. So, when I heard him coming to the room, I slipped into the shirt and jumped out the window. He probably assumed that I had forgotten and gone out early. If I had gone back, I would've been soundly beaten, and then probably penetrated this weekend. He's been searching for me. I've been hiding the advertisements by him that say he's looking for me from you. But I don't think your going to tell him." When he was done, I hugged him hard and said, "I am so sorry." -------------------- Copyright by Jay1234L. I don't mind if people post this other places, but please give me credit for the story.