Date: Sat, 25 Oct 2003 17:30:52 -0700 (PDT)
From: No Label <zero78245d@sbcglobal.net>
Subject: Donny- Chapter 34

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Donny - Chapter 33


    Dad's announcement set of a chorus of cheers and excited questions.
Who?  Where from?  How old?  What's he look like?

    Dad laughed and motioned for us to settle down.  "Relax, guys.  I don't
know very much except that it is an emergency placement and since we will
be open for business soon, Buddy thought we could get a jump start.  And
that's all I know."

    So how are we supposed to eat with this news?  I mean yeah, we did, but
it was too exciting to eat much.  Not that Dad thought so, though.  He kept
begging for us to leave something in case the new guy was hungry when he
arrived.  He kept muttering something about delivering groceries by semi in
the future, or something.

    Dad did ask us to not overwhelm the new guy when he got here, so we
took off to the pool after eating.  Curt kept an eye out though, so we knew
when Buddy arrived about an hour later.

    Curt reported that he looked like he was between Chet and the twins in
size, but didn't see much when Buddy escorted him into the house.  We sat
around on pins and needles waiting for Dad's call over the intercom so we
could go meet him.

    Dad finally called and told us to come to the living room after getting
dressed.  We all tumbled into the room but didn't find a soul.  The girls
had come from where ever and were already sitting around.

    Dad came in from the hallway and told us to find a chair.

    "Okay, kids.  I know you are anxious to meet Sammy but first I need to
fill you in a little.  Right now he is unpacking in his room, and I told
him when he is ready to come out."

    "Sammy?  How old is he?"

    "What's he like?"

    "Is he from around here?  Do we know him?"

    "Hold it.  One at a time.  His name is Samuel Mendoza but likes to be
called Sammy.  He is fourteen, and has eight brothers and sisters."

    "Wow!"

    "Are they coming here too?"

    "No, all his brothers and sisters are younger and have been placed in
foster homes.  Sammy was not placed, but they needed to move him out of the
facility he was in."

    "Where was he?  Why was he removed?"

    "Where he was is not important.  He was removed from his home because
his mother died and his father went to jail.  And all this happened within
the last week so he is going to need a lot of understanding right now."

    Shit.  Sounds like what happened to me.  I hope his Dad wasn't like
mine though.

    "Huh, Dad?"

    "Yes, Donny."

    "Is he...was he..."

    "No, Donny.  His story is not the same as yours.  But I am sure he will
need your friendship and caring since he is separated from the rest of his
family."

    "Oh, okay Dad."

    About then Cod stuck his head in the front door.  "Bowen tribe, out!
We need to go pick up your mother and get home."  A chorus of aw's and do
we have to's caused him to abruptly scowl and motion everyone out.

    "Uh, Cod.  Can Chet spend the night?"

    "Yeah, Dad.  Can I stay here tonight?  They might need help with Sammy,
or something."

    Cod glanced at Dad, and Dad gave a small nod.

    "All right.  But just tonight.  School starts up again soon, and Chet
needs to get back into the swing of things at home."

    "All right."  Chet and I high fived.

    The rest of the Bowen clan started trooping out.  Carl walked by me and
whispered, "Remember, you owe me."

    I smiled and patted his back.  "Don't worry.  I won't forget."  Shit,
how can I?  You think I'm stupid enough to forget when someone wants to
give me a blow job?  If Carl does anything like Cam did, I will get on my
knees and beg him.

    Chet and I got out a movie to watch while waiting for Sammy to show.
Dad disappeared back down the hallway.

    We got engrossed in the movie and didn't realize how long we had been
watching when we noticed a movement in the hall.

    "Hey, Sammy.  Come on out.  We won't bite." I called.

    "Yeah.  Just nibble a little." giggled Chet.

    I got up and looked around the corner and there stood the most
beautiful boy I had ever seen.  He was maybe an inch taller than me, but
skinny.  His thick hair was coal black and thick with a hint of curl,
especially around the ears. His almond-shaped eyes were dark, dark brown.
His skin was the dark butter brown of of the border Mestizos.

    "Hi Sammy.  I'm Donny.  The nibbler is Chet.  Come on out, we won't
hurt you."  I took his hand and led him out into the living room.  His hand
felt rough, like worn shoe leather, but nice.

    I led him to the couch and sat, pulling him down beside me.  I loosened
my grip on him, but he didn't and clutched tighter.

    "It's okay Sammy.  You're safe here.  You thirsty?  Want a Coke or
something?  Something to eat?"

    Sammy didn't say a word.  He just keep looking at me.  Once in a while
he would dart a glance at Chet, but mostly just stared at me, pulling me
deeper into those brown pools.

    Chet popped out, "Well, I'm thirsty at least.  Anyone else?"

    "Me too.  Sammy?  I want a Dr Pepper.  That okay with you?"

    A hint of a smile played around the corners of his full-lipped mouth.

    "Chet, can you bring us both a DP?"

    "No sweat.  Be back in a flash."

    I started to pull my hand from his, but Sammy just grasped tighter.
"Relax, Sammy.  You're really safe here.  My dad won't let anything happen
to you, I promise."

    Chet returned with the drinks and placed them on the coffee table in
front of us.  I grabbed mine and chugged a swallow or two.  Sammy just
glanced at Chet with a small smile of thanks then turned his eyes back onto
me.  Shit, is he just gonna sit there and stare at me all day?  What can we
do to get him to loosen up?

    "Hey, want to go swimming?  We have a great pool here.  We can have
lots of fun there."

    A small shake of his head was Sammy's only response.

    "Do you like movies?  Wanna see one?  There are lots here to choose
from."  Chet also was trying for a response.

    Another little smile and a slight nod got both Chet and I jumping up.
"All right!"

    I pulled him up and over to the movie shelf.  "Okay, which one?  You
want action?  Horror?  Comedy?  Cartoon?  What do you want to see?"

    Sammy finally took his eyes off me and scanned the movies.  A light
seemed to come on in his eyes as he grabbed a DVD and handed it to me.

    "Yeah, The Emperor's New Groove.  One of my favorites too."

    As the movie progressed Sammy seemed to relax, laughing at the antics
on the screen.  Of course Chet and I really hammed it up, laughing and
rolling on the floor in our efforts to put Sammy at ease.  When the movie
ended I asked Sammy if he wanted to watch another.  He grinned and nodded
vigorously.

    "Well go pick one out then.  There's plenty to choose from."

    Sammy ran over to the shelf and quickly grabbed another DVD and brought
it over to me.

    "A real animation fan, huh?  Lilo and Stitch.  You know there's a new
one out that we haven't bought yet."

    Sammy grinned and nodded, "Yes."

    Victory!  He speaks!  Well, sort of.  At least one word.

    We just got started on the new movie when Dad stuck his head in from
the kitchen.  "Anybody hungry?  Supper's ready."

    Chet and I jumped to our feet and charged towards the kitchen.  Then I
noticed Sammy hadn't moved.

    "Come on, Sammy.  Food!  We can always restart the movie over after we
eat."

    A big grin showing lots of very white teeth was his response.  I
stopped and waited for him to catch up.

    Dad had broiled some steaks and fixed baked potatoes.  A platter of
corn on the cob, still in their husks, sat in the middle of the table.

    Chet already had his plate half full by the time Sammy and I arrived.
"You snooze, you lose.  Come on, the foods getting cold."

    Dad laughed and pointed at the seat next to mine.  "That looks like a
good place for Sammy.  Sit down and grab before Chet has it all."

    Sammy sat but didn't reach for anything.  He just looked at the table
with wide eyes.

    "Donny, help Sammy get started.  I don't think he is used to being
around chow hounds."

    "Sure, Dad.  Here, Sammy.  What do you want on your potato?"

    Sammy shrugged slightly.

    "Well, I like the works.  Here's butter, sour cream, chopped chives,
bacon bits, and cheese.  Want to try that?"

    A small nod.  I set up his potato and husked an ear of corn for his
plate.  "Eat up, there's plenty."

    A small bite.  Then another.  And another.  Soon Sammy was keeping up
bite for bite, and laughing at Chet's and mine dumb jokes.

    Chet finished his second steak and potato with a burp.  I roared.  Dad
chuckled.  Sammy hid his face, but you could see he was smiling.

    "Thank you Mister Parker.  This food was very good."

    "You're welcome, Sammy.  And call me Tom.  Mr Parker makes me feel
old."

    "Yeah, and even though he is, Dad doesn't like to be reminded of it." I
giggled.

    "Watch it you young whipper-snapper, or I'll box your ears."  Dad
laughed.  "By the way, you and Chet have K.P. tonight."

    "Aw Dad.  But we need to take care of Sammy.  Can't you give us a break
tonight?"

    "I am sure Sammy is big enough to take care of himself.  And you two
need to work off a little of those groceries you just laid waste to.  Hop
to it, it shouldn't take you long."

    Chet and I started grabbing plates and cutlery off the table.  Sammy
picked up his own and carried it to the sink.  Then he started running
water to fill the tub and added the dish soap.

    "Hey, hey, Sammy.  I didn't mean you.  Donny and Chet can handle it."

    "I don't mind sir.  I did the washing at home.  For my brothers and
sisters."  A huge tear rolled down his cheek.

    "You two get your butts over there and give him a hand.  Move it."

    "Yes sir."

    "Yes sir."

    Dad put his arm around Sammy's shoulders.  "You miss them, don't you.
They are in good hands now.  And so are you."

    "That's for sure, Sammy.  Tom and Donny will take real good care of
you.  You'll see."  Chet dropped the plates in his hands into the water.
The resulting splash caught Sammy's shirt front causing a jump and a laugh.
Sammy quickly put a hand in the water and flicked at Chet.  Dad ducked out
of the way as the water started flying.  And soon the tear couldn't be
distinguished among the soapy water droplets on three faces.

    It took a little longer than normal to get the dishes done that night,
but we sure had fun.  It was almost an hour later before we got back to the
movie.  Chet and Sammy were on the couch.  Dad sat in his recliner, and I
hopped in next to him.

    Sammy's eyes bugged out a little when I snuggled in with Dad, then
turned misty.  I quickly squirmed out of the chair and moved to his side.
"What's the matter, Sammy?"

    "My brothers and sisters used to sit with me like that."

    "Aw, you miss them, don't you?"  I put my arm around his shoulder and
drew him close.

    Sniffle.  "Yes."

    "Well, Chet and I have a cure for that."  I motioned Chet in closer and
the three of us settled back to watch the movie.

    We finished Lilo and Stitch, and watched another animated movie, Mulan.
By the time that movie was over, Sammy was showing droopy eyelids so Dad
told us to hit the hay.  I started to say something, then realized Dad was
only thinking of Sammy's feeling by sending us all to bed at the same time.

    Sammy went back to his room and Chet and I went into mine.  We had just
stripped off and were climbing into bed with the game controllers when
there was a soft knock on my door.

    "Come in."  Probably Dad coming to say goodnight.

    Sammy poked his head in, "May I come in your room?"

    "Of course.  Come on.  Something the matter?"

    "Yes.  I miss my brothers.  We used to all sleep together in one bed."

    "Wow.  How many brothers you have?"

    "Five.  Martin is eight, Juan is seven, Manny is six, Pedro is four,
and Mikey is three."

    "Must have been a crowded bad." grinned Chet.

    "Yes, it was smaller than this one.  Momma and the girls slept in the
big bed."

    "you only had two beds?  For nine people?"

    "Yes.  The big bed in Momma's room, and us boys in the main room."

    "Main room?"

    "Yes.  Our house had main room and Momma's room."

    "Wow.  Only four rooms in your house?"

    "Four?  No, two.  Main room and Momma's room."

    "You had a kitchen didn't you?  And bathroom?"

    "No.  Cooking was outside under the porch.  Bathroom was behind house."

    "Damn.  That sound's small."

    "Yes.  Both rooms were smaller than your front room."

    "Wow.  Well, get your butt over here.  Chet and I don't take up much
room."

    I flipped back the sheet and motioned Sammy in.  His eyes widened
considerably when he saw our nudity.

    "Is that allowed here?"

    "What?"

    "You two naked together."

    "Shit, man.  If it wasn't for all the workers around here, Chet and I
would be naked all the time."

    "Your dad allows this?"

    "He tells us to put clothes on around other people, but he don't mind."

    "In my family we were that way too, but where I was after they took me
away from my brothers and sisters said being naked around others was bad
and didn't allow it.  I like this better."

    With a wide white smile Sammy quickly doffed his shirt and shorts.
Ooooh ma!  To go along with his beautiful face was a perfect four inch
uncut dick nestled in a black bush.  Oh my god!  He looked so good!

    I patted the bed beside me.  "Come on in.  Damn, you look good!"

    Sammy giggled and turned red, or at least, I think he turned red
because his face got darker.  It was hard to tell for sure because his skin
was so dark.

    I glanced at Chet and winked, "So, Sammy.  Do you fool around?"


TBC