Date: Mon, 26 Feb 2007 16:06:04 +0000 From: Andy Mitchell Subject: life just isnt fair chapter five Feedback is more than welcome. Please tell me what you think at andys_stories@hotmail.co.uk. I will respond to every email I receive, but please enter 'Life Just Isn't Fair' or simply 'Life' somewhere in the subject line so that I don't delete it thinking it's spam. Flames will be ignored. DISCLAIMER. 1. If you are under the legal age to read this, you shouldn't do it. But then again I'm not your parents or guardian so I can't tell you what to do. 2. If reading this is illegal where you live, that just sucks big time. Either move or vote for someone to change the laws. 3. If a story about an underage teenage boy getting involved in gay sex with boys his own age, slightly older, or with men, makes you feel uncomfortable with your own sexuality then what the hell are you doing reading stories on a gay web site?? Leave you fool and go to www.disneychannel.com where I'm sure you will find some cuddly fluffy bunnies or something. For all those who don't follow the English Football League. Thierry Henry and Cesc Fabregas play for Arsenal FC, Steve Gerrard plays for Liverpool and Frank Lampard plays for Chelsea. All four are about the best football players in the English Premiership. Previously in Life Just Isn't Fair Tim passed me some clothes and told me to put them on. I looked at him, puzzled. 'Put these on Andy,' Tim said. 'You're coming next door until we sort this out properly. I'm not leaving you here for your Dad to beat you again.' I looked at him and just burst into tears. No-one had ever gone out on a limb, stood up to my parents, and then offered me a way out. Tim just grabbed me and put my arms around me, whispering soft comfort into my ear. I got dressed and picked up my backpack, and followed Tim downstairs. 'Mitch, I'm taking Andy next door until things calm down here,' Tim said to my Dad who had finally managed to get himself up out of the remnants of the telly. 'Take the worthless piece of faggot shit!' Dad yelled. Tim moved towards him with a fist raised. My Dad stumbled backwards as I said, 'Mr Giles, please, can we just go, please.' 'Sure Andy. I know that Johnny will be happy to see you.' He guided me to the front door, grabbed my school bag and shut the door behind us as we moved down the garden path. Chapter Five The Start of a New Life? Tim opened his front door and led me into the kitchen. He put my bag on the counter and told me to take a seat. He called his wife, Joanne, into the kitchen. 'Jo, where's Johnny?' he asked. 'He's in his room on his playstation,' she answered, looking at me. 'Andy, what happened to your face?' She moved towards me, concern showing in her expression. 'Andy's going to stay with us for a while,' Tim said. 'Mitch beat him pretty bad, and I decided to bring him here.' Joanne's face crumpled in sympathy and she engulfed me in a big hug. I winced as she touched some of my sore spots and she pulled away. 'I'm so sorry honey. Do you want me to have a look at it and put some medicine on it?' 'Ah, no thanks, Mrs Giles,' I stammered, not just embarrassed about my beating, but also remembering all the evidence of my love making with Bobby and Jason. 'Can I just hit the shower and go rest up please?' 'Sure thing honey,' she said and led me upstairs. She knocked on a bedroom door that I assumed to be John's and he yelled a loud 'come on in'. This was a new thing to me. Privacy in your bedroom. My folks just barged in whenever they wanted. John looked up from the battle on his tv and a big grin spread across his face when he saw me. He then saw the new swellings and cuts on my face and his happy mood evaporated. 'Andy..what the hell happened?' he exclaimed. 'Ah, my dad and me had a bit of a set to.' I started. 'Your Dad has told Andy he's staying here until things get sorted with his folks.' Joanne explained. She put my bag on John's desk. I looked around his room for the first time. It was not your typical ten year old boy's room. Everything was neat and tidy for a start off. No dirty clothes on the floor or anything! There was a book case full with well read books and school text books. Posters adorned all four walls. Thierry Henry, Cesc Fabregas, Stevie Gerrard and Frank Lampard to name a few of the footballers. I never had John pinned down as a football fan because he wasn't sporting, but I guess the fact we're English, and football is THE sport in England, I shouldn't have been surprised. I couldn't believe he had some of my favourite players there though. Admittedly I liked the likes of Fabregas and Gerrard more for their looks and bodies rather than the teams they played for. He had what looked like a double bed, but was slightly smaller than my folks'. 'I'm sorry Andy but while you are here, you're going to have to bunk down in John's room,' Joanne said. 'Our spare room is an office for Tim's business.' 'That's okay Mrs Giles,' I said. 'I really appreciate you letting me stay here. I'll be fine on the floor.' John was up and out of his chair before I knew what has happening. I never knew he could move that fast. 'Mom, Andy can't sleep on the floor!' He started, 'my bed is big enough that we can both fit in.' John looked at me for backup. His earlier words from the street ran through my mind. 'Ah, I dunno Mrs Giles. Maybe I could like sleep on the couch or something. I don't want to be any bother to anyone.' I saw John's demeanour slump when I said that. I felt bad but I just didn't want any more temptations to be placed in front of me. I'd decided during my Dad's whipping that I didn't want to be gay. I'd read that you didn't have any choice in the matter, that you were born like it, but fuck it, I was going to decide what I wanted to be, and I couldn't face another beating like my Dad and Phil had just given me. 'It's no bother Andy,' Joanne said, bringing me back to the moment. 'John is right, his bed is more than big enough for both of you to be comfortable. Now go get a shower, get dressed and come downstairs for something to eat. You've not had any tea yet have you?' My stomach rumbled at the thought of food, reminding me all I'd eaten today was a couple of bites of a lettuce sandwich and some of Bobby's cum. 'I guess that answers my question,' Joanne laughed. 'How about chicken pasta?' 'That sounds real good Mrs Giles,' I said. She left and headed back downstairs and I was left standing like a lemon in John's room with his staring at me. 'So you gonna get a shower then Andy?' he asked. 'I'll show you where the towels are.' I stood for a moment, and noticed Johnny still looking at me. Man, is he gonna stay there while I strip? Then the thought that he'd seen me get my ass banged, twice, ran through my mind. I chuckled to myself and peeled off my top. 'JESUS CHRIST ANDY!' I about shit myself, and toppled backwards over his school bag. 'What???' 'I'm sorry Andy, I didn't mean to startle you, but, FUCK, look at them marks on you!' I looked down and saw the welts that had peeked around the sides of my ribs. I turned to his mirror to look better at my front, which had the unfortunate side-effect of exposing my back to John. He burst into tears at the sight of my back. The belt marks from today's beating were red against the purple and yellow bruising of my previous tastes of my Dad's wrath. 'Hey John, its okay,' I said, pulling him to me. 'I deserved these okay.' 'No, it's not okay,' he muttered. 'If I was bigger and older, I'd kill him! 'What? What do you mean?' 'You are really nice Andy and you didn't deserve this,' Johnny sobbed. 'Look Johnny, I know we're friends and neighbours and all, but you don't know how bad I am sometimes! I forget to do my chores sometimes because I'm out playing football and stuff.' John released me and looked up at me. I was struck for the first time how beautiful his deep blue eyes were. He had a button nose, and smooth lips that looked entirely kissable. WHAT WAS I THINKING! Hadn't I just agreed with myself that I wasn't going to be gay anymore, but he looked gorgeous. John must have sensed or saw my inner turmoil and he pulled me into another hug and pecked me on the lips. 'Go get your shower or Mom will burn the salad!! She's a terrible cook!' I giggled at the thought and kicked off my trainers and pulled down my shorts, leaving me with just a pair of tighty whiteys on. I didn't normally wear them, but it was what Mr Giles had tossed me to put on. I wondered across the hallway to the bathroom and closed the door behind me. I stripped off my pants and hit the hot water. The water felt so good as it soothed my body. I had a lot of tender spots and avoided them as I washed with some shower lotion I'd found. My mind replayed the events of the day. It had started so well with the prospect of meeting Bobby before going tits up into the situation where I was forced to allow Jason to fuck me. I had then agreed to meet them tomorrow and allow them to do the same again. Then, sweet little Johnny Giles, the same Johnny Giles I was going to share a bed with tonight, had told me he'd seen it all and was willing to let me do it to him. I popped a complete boner at that point. My hand found my stiff rod and started to stroke it as I thought of Johnny, Bobby and Jason. For some reason though, Johnny was filling my mind more than the boy I was in love with, Bobby Gardiner. My pulse quickened, along with my stroking, as I 'saw' Johnny's eyes, his deep blue oceans of caring. I then moved onto the scene at home when Johnny's dad had stripped me in front of my Dad and his other friend Phil. As embarrassing as it was at the time, I felt myself get even harder, remembering Tim's hands moving over my naked body. I had never really found myself feeling attracted to an 'older' guy. Sure I had fantasised about men in their twenties, but Mr Giles was like 40 or something. My free hand found its way around behind my back and to my crack. My middle finger traced my crack and rubbed my hole as I remember the feeling of being completely in Mr Giles's power as he lifted me off his legs to undo and take down my trousers. My stroking picked up a pace as I skipped the whippings, and fast forwarded to my bedroom where I thought Mr Giles was going to fuck me. My finger pushed passed my muscle and slid into my tunnel. It soon found my prostate and within seconds I gasped as my cum shot onto the tiles. My legs wilted a little as my orgasm shook through my body. I gathered my thoughts and sprayed the shower at my cum and washed off. I shut the water off and pulled back the curtain to find Johnny standing with a towel in his hand, a shocked expression on his face. 'Wha wha what were you doing?' he asked. Red faced, I grabbed the towel off him and told him to give me some privacy. I dried off and pulled on my whiteys. Jesus, I had to share a bed with a lad who had seen me suck and get fucked by two boys at school and now had heard me jack of in his shower. Not only that, but as my body was betraying me, I so wanted to do something with him later in the comfort of his own bed. The worst part was I knew he would probably do everything to encourage it! I entered his room, pleased to see he'd gone downstairs. I pulled on a t-shirt and a pair of shorts and ambled downstairs and into the kitchen. The table had been set for four, and I took the place opposite John. Mrs Giles served up and sat down. All three picked up their cutlery and dug in, taking me off guard. I picked up my fork and tried a bit of the chicken. Man it tasted good. 'This isn't burnt!' escaped my mouth before I knew what I'd said. Johnny flushed up and his Dad nearly choked on the mouthful he had. 'I see my wonderful son has been warning you about my cooking!' Mrs Giles said. 'I'm sorry, I didn't mean it' I begged, cringing away expecting a blow. All three Giles's saw my cringe and Mrs Giles was up and hugging me into an embrace, rubbing my back and soothing me. 'Andy, I don't know what you've had to put up with before tonight, but no-one here will ever raise a hand to you ok!' she said. I looked up at her and saw a face worth trusting. I nodded, sniffling, and settled back onto my chair. The rest of the meal passed pleasantly, with Mr Giles and John discussing Arsenal's forthcoming match against Spurs, a major event in the North London diary. Mrs Giles, I noticed, kept her eyes on me, although she glanced away every time I looked at her. When we finished, John was told to help his Mom with the dishes while his Dad took me into the lounge. 'Andy,' he started, 'I need to ask you some questions that will be hard for both of us. I won't mind what your answers are, but please tell me the truth to them. I can accept everything but lies. Understand?' 'Um, sure thing Mr Giles,' I responded. 'Okay, firstly, why did you skip training today?' I blushed immediately. Talk about getting straight to the point! 'I was meeting a couple of friends straight from school so I ditched.' 'Was one of these boys this Bobby Gardiner that your dad mentioned?' 'Yes' I mumbled, looking at my hands that were clasped on my lap. 'Andy, did these boys force you to do something you didn't want to do?' 'Like what sir?' I countered trying to buy time. 'Like force you to touch them, or to let them touch you.' Man talk about someone probing around and wanting the information without actually wanting to ask the question. I decided to go for broke. 'Mr Giles, I'm sorry but yeah, I went there to meet Bobby. We had been chatting online and had agreed to meet up to have some fun.' 'You mean sex?' 'GOD YES I MEAN SEX!' I was up out of my seat, but Mr Giles put his hand out and placed it on my chest. 'Sit back down please Andrew.' Andrew! Oh man I must be in trouble again! 'I'm not trying to embarrass you Andy,' he said, 'but I need to know the truth so I can help you get this sorted out.' 'Okay, I'm sorry I yelled.' I said. 'I went willing to be with Bobby, but he took things a lot further than I thought they'd go.' My head went down again as I mumbled, 'I sucked him off and he did me in the butt.' 'And the other boy, what did he do?' 'I didn't know he was there. He had filmed me doing it with Bobby and they said they'd send it to my Dad unless I let him do me as well.' 'Okay. Thank you for telling me.' Mr Giles said. He put one hand on my shoulder, and another under my chin to lift my face up so I was looking him in the eyes. 'Andy, did you enjoy doing it?' I flushed again, as I nodded. 'They hit me a couple of times when I struggled, but I guess, yeah I did like it, even when they slapped me.' Tears spilled down my face as I admitted my darkest secret to him. He pulled me into him and wrapped his arms around me. 'Andy, it's okay son,' he whispered. 'I've a younger brother whose gay so I know part of what you're going through. He had a rough time when he was your age, but he got through it with our help, and we're here to help you too.' I looked up at him and, for possibly the first time in my life, saw compassion flowing towards me from an adult. I collapsed into him and let out all my pent up grief. The next thing I knew, I was lying in bed, next to a sleeping figure. I looked around to get my bearings. I recognised John's room and slipped back into slumber land, happy in the knowledge I was safe from harm, and with at least one person who had an idea of what I'd been going through. The fact that Mr Giles was letting me sleep in the same bed as his son, and that he also had a brother who was gay that he still loved, made me feel warm inside. Maybe life could be better after all. Coming soon Chapter Six The Next Day of My Life. So chapter five finishes and sees Andy safe from harms way with the Giles's. Tim seems to be doing the right thing by helping Andy, and has been through this before with his younger brother. Andy is tucked up in a warm bed, with John fast asleep next to him, but the night won't last forever and Andy has school in the morning, and the second meeting with Bobby and Jason await him. Also, Mr Henderson knows something is going on. How will he explain it all?