Date: Mon, 05 Mar 2007 13:04:39 +0000 From: Andy Mitchell Subject: life just isn't fair chapter six 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. Please note:- I do not know how the British social services actually work, or their rules and regulations so I've made it up!! Previously in Life Just Isn't Fair Mr Giles 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 who's 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. Chapter Six. The Next Day of My Life. I awoke in a strange situation. I was wrapped in someone's arms, warm breath was blowing softly against my neck and I felt entirely secure. I opened my eyes to see a cute face inches from mine. Johnny, my mind finally connected with reality, I'm in his room and his bed. I gazed into his still sleeping face, and wondered again how I'd never noticed how attractive he was. Those thoughts ran through my body and, encouraged by the fact I hadn't been to the bathroom in over eight hours, my dick popped up to say hello, as my bladder said good morning to me. I didn't want to move and wake the boy draped over me. I had never been in this situation before and was loving every moment of it, but if I didn't get up soon, there would be one wet bed!! I lifted Johnny's arm off me, and slipped out towards the bathroom. I opened the door and was greeted by the sight of a naked Mr Giles shaving at the sink. 'Oh my god I'm so sorry!' I stuttered, unable to take my eyes off his body. 'That's okay Andy,' Mr Giles said, 'my fault for not locking the door. I didn't think you'd be up yet.' I stood there, not knowing where to put myself. I couldn't tear my eyes of his dick. It must have been 7 inches limp, surrounded by a thick bush of hair. His balls were huge with a capital huh! 'Andy,' Mr Giles said waving a hand in front of my eyes in an attempt to bring me back to planet earth. 'S s s s sorry Mr Giles,' I stammered out, 'I've really gotta hit the pan though.' He shifted slightly to allow a passage by him and said, 'well go ahead then. If nature has called, who am I to argue with her?' I moved passed his naked butt, and stood at the toilet. Self consciously I pulled down the front of my pants and grasped my now rock hard dick. I stood there for what seemed an eternity trying to piss, but in the state I was in, there was no chance of success. 'Are you okay Andy?' Mr Giles asked. Red faced I muttered an affirmative, preying that piss would start spraying forth, but nothing was happening. Mr Giles looked over and saw my problem. He chuckled, and said, 'If you are going to go anytime today Andy, I think you need to care of that.' I could feel my whole body flush, and I started to well up, knowing I was embarrassing myself in front of the one adult who was willing to help me. 'Andy, I'd give you some privacy normally but I've got to get ready because if I'm taking you and Johnny to school, I've got to get some work done before we go.' 'That's okay Mr Giles, I understand.' Totally embarrassed, I started to stroke myself, thinking that I'd never ever have thought I'd be trying to jerk off in front of a guy. A few moments passed and my shoulders slumped as I knew that the situation had got the better of me and there was no way I was going to be able to cure my hard on, or take a piss until I had. Mr Giles saw the change in my body language and walked over behind me. 'Do you need some help Andy?' I looked up at him over my shoulder. Was he really offering to jerk me off? My thoughts flashed back to my shower last night, so I thought what the hell. I nodded. 'Okay Andy, but this stays between us guys agreed!' he said. 'Sure thing Mr Giles.' His right hand brushed past my chest and thigh and grasped my aching cock. His left arm curled around me and rested on my chest and stomach. He pulled me into him slightly and I felt his cock begin to stiffen against the crook of my back. Mr Giles's hand started a slow stroking rhythm, and I laid my head back into his chest with the pleasure I was now feeling. He stopped his stroking for a second and brought his hand up to my mouth. 'Spit into my hand to help me, Andy.' I dribbled some saliva into his hand and he returned to my cock, the slipperiness multiplying the sensation. Mr Giles's left hand moved over my chest, tweaking my nipples and rubbing down past my cock, cupping my ball sack. I was riding against the feelings, moaning with pleasure. 'Quieter Andy or someone will hear,' he whispered. I couldn't help it as his hand played with my foreskin, rubbing it over my sensitive head. I groaned again, and laid my head back against his hairy chest. In an effort to quieten me down, Mr Giles leaned forward and took me into a deep kiss. I opened my mouth to allow his tongue enter to me, which it wanted. His left hand moved passed my balls and played with my perineum, before moving onto my hole. I moaned into his mouth as he probed at my anus. I pushed down onto his finger and it popped past my outer ring and slipped inside to the first knuckle. My body jerked against his as he leaned backwards, lifting me off my feet, putting me totally in his control. My weight pushed my body down on his finger and sank him into me to his fist. He found my prostate straight away and my cock twitched. His continued massage of my cock, coupled with his manipulation of my secret inside button sent wave after wave of pleasure through my teen body. My toes curled as the first shots of spunk sprayed from my dick. I gasped as he spun me around and in one move, dropped to his knees and swallowed my spurting cock. I grabbed his head and pumped another couple of loads into his mouth. His tongue lapped around my cock head and his suction milked the last drops of my semen from my sack. I shuddered with my final release, and before I knew what was happening, my morning piss, which had been patiently waiting, made its appearance. I tried to pull out of Mr Giles's mouth, but he held me in, swallowing my release. Drained, I slumped backwards onto the toilet seat, stunned at what had just happened. I looked up at Mr Giles. 'I told you I would help you and take care of you Andy,' he said. 'I knew how to take care of my brother, and I'm here for you as well.' Despite having cum seconds earlier, I stiffened up again at the thought, my gaze going back to his now erect cock. It must have been ten inches if it was five!!! Unconsciously I licked my lips at the thought of it. 'You wanna give it a go Andy?' Mr Giles asked. I looked at him, knowing he could read my thoughts at that moment. I lifted my hands up to his cock and felt the first adult cock I'd touched in my life. I moved my face towards it and licked the slit. He was already leaking pre-cum, and I lapped it up enjoying the flavour. I went for broke and wrapped my lips around his cock head. I struggled to get it into my mouth, he was so wide, but I managed it somehow. The thought ran through my mind that I was sucking on a man cock!! This was no school kid but a grown man!! My hand found my own stiff rod and started stroking it as my other hand started to pump the base of Mr Giles's cock. I bobbed on his rod trying my best to take as much of him as I could. His hands caressed my hair as he guided me into his thrusts. 'Oh god Andy, this is so hot. You have a wonderful mouth.' Tim said. I concentrated on giving him pleasure as he pumped into my face. I heard him tell me to try to breath through my nose, which I did, as he thrust further into my mouth. His head hit the back of my throat and I gagged slightly. He pulled back, before thrusting forwards and further into me. He was into my throat and I swelled with pride that I was deep throating my first cock. He held my face and picked up his thrusts, moaning. My hand was a blur on my own cock as he tensed. 'UUUrrhhhhhhh' he groaned and I felt his dick pulse in my throat. The first spurt of his man cum must have gone straight to my stomach, before he pulled back to cum in my mouth. 'Don't swallow it baby,' he gasped. He pumped spurt after spurt into my mouth until I was struggling to hold it in. As the first drips spilled out of the corners of my mouth, my body was racked with my second orgasm of the morning, and I spurted a good three or four splashes onto the floor, between Tim's legs. Tim finally finished spurting and lifted my still shaking body up and pressed his mouth to mine. His tongue breached my lips and we shared his cum back and forth. He lowered my feet back to floor and stepped back to look at me. 'Wow!' I said understating the experience I'd just lived through. 'How was that Andy?' Tim asked, somewhat hesitantly, knowing he'd just overstepped the line, BIG style. 'Wow' again was all I could say. I looked at him, still weak-kneed. 'When can we do that again?' He broke into a big smile, and his body relaxed as he realised he hadn't done something I didn't like. 'Andy, you realise if we do this again, we are going to have to keep it a secret. You can't tell Johnny or my wife, or anyone for that matter. I could go to prison for what I've just done.' 'Mr Giles, I've read stuff on nifty and other sites and I know what the law is. I think its shit, but don't worry; I'm not going to say a word.' I said, putting his mind at rest. 'Can I ask why you did this though? You're married with a son.' He looked at me and sat me down on the toilet. He looked into my eyes and said, 'I told you that my brother is gay.' I nodded. 'Well, we used to do these types of things, but being the oldest I was under put under pressure from my parents to do the right thing. Marry, have kids and keep the family name and business going. I do love Joanne, but in truth I am what's called a boy lover.' I looked at him in a whole new light. 'Have you ever done anything like this with Johnny?' He shook his head. 'No son. I love Johnny to bits and would die for him. He's my son after all, but although he has nice features, the whole package isn't there. I love boys to be lithe and firm, and let's face it, he isn't. You, though, are just about perfect.' He said running his hands over my chest stomach and ribs. I giggled slightly at his light touch, leaning into him again, lips ready. He didn't let me down as he met mine and embraced me into another kiss. He pulled away from me, pulled me up and swatted me firmly on the butt. 'Go back to John's room while I finish up here. I'll give you a knock when you can come and get washed up for school. We'll talk about this and other things later.' I opened the door, taking one last look at his naked body and walked back to John's room. As I laid back in the bed, emotions and thoughts crashing around in my mind. I didn't want to be gay, but could I help it? If I was gay and falling in love, shouldn't it be with someone around my age, like Bobby. I shouldn't be falling for a guy who is old enough to be my Dad. My Dad!!! Man, how is this going to work out with him. He doesn't want a fag as a son, having told me how wrong it is, but Tim says it's okay to be gay. Tim, Mr Giles, Johnny's dad, has told me he's a boy lover and he wants me to be his boy! Living in his house, could I keep it a secret from John and Mrs Giles? Is it fair to? The thought of Tim doing more things with me unbelievably got me hard for the third time this morning. Man this is going to be a tough day! An arm flopped onto my chest, scaring the willies out of me. 'Aaarrgghh!' Johnny shot up in bed next to me. 'Wha wha wha's goin on?' he slumbered. 'Sorry John, you frit me.' He stared at me sleepily, before getting himself together. 'What's that on your cheek?' John asked. 'Dunno,' I said raising my hand to wipe my cheek. I felt a slimly juice on my face, realising it was his dad's cum. I studied it on my finger, before a terrible thought ran through my mind. I held my cum stained finger towards Johnny and said, 'It's just a bit of juice, wanna try it?' Johnny, ever trusting of me, opened his mouth and sucked my finger. 'Kinda salty,' he said. 'Don't know if I like it.' My cock was iron hard again and I played through several fantasy situations in my mind, all of which involved naked visions of me and Johnny. A loud rap on the door brought me back to reality. 'Time to get up guys,' Tim yelled through the door. I looked at John and told him to go first. He slipped out of bed, his baggy shorts covering up any visible sign of his boyhood. He wandered off to the bathroom, leaving me there with a throbbing cock. I couldn't go for it a third time already today surely. No matter what I thought of helped, so I slipped the covers off the bed and eased my pants down. I wrapped my hand around my stiff member and started pumping. I knew that I wouldn't have a lot of time so tried to get off as quickly as possible. My left hand fondled my balls in a vain effort to speed the process up. I was rock hard, desperately wanting to spunk, but the experience in the bathroom had robbed me of a quick ejaculation. I looked around and saw an action figure of some type that John obviously played with. I grabbed it and without hesitation shoved it into my flexing hole. I yelped with pain as the knobbly bits scraped against my chute, but I was soon pushing and pulling it in and out. My hand sped up on my cock as I finally got the familiar feeling starting to flow through my body. I heard a click and saw the bedroom door opening, but was disconnected from what was happening, as I started to buck against the action figure in my butt, and my hand's action on my dick. I groaned as I released my third load of spunk of the day onto my chest. My eyes rolled in my head as the feelings of my orgasm racked my body. I gasped as I pumped the dying spurts out of my cock and I let go of the figure, leaving it stuffed up my arse. I raised my head to see Mrs Giles closing the door. If I could have died from embarrassment there and then I think I would have. Aw man, Johnny's mom has seen me naked, jerking off, shoving a plastic figure up my ass!! I grabbed my t-shirt and wiped myself down and pulled up my pants just as Johnny came back into the bedroom wrapped just in a towel. I looked over his body, and despite how much I liked the kid, started to find the faults that his dad had said earlier. There was a good tyre of baby fat around his hips and belly, and his legs were in no ways lean or muscled. He didn't see me checking him out, fortunately, as I grabbed some shorts and headed to the bathroom. A quick dip into the shower, washing everywhere that needed cleaning, and having no urge to try to achieve a fourth orgasm of the morning, and I was back in John's bedroom getting dressed into my school uniform. I headed downstairs and into the kitchen where both Giles men were sat at the table eating full English breakfasts, and Mrs Giles putting the finishing touches to my plate. I slumped down into my chair and looked a bit awed at the three sausages, two poached eggs, scrambled egg, waffles, beans, fried bread and tomatoes on my plate. I tucked in, without any comment or thought and enjoyed my best breakfast ever. 'Okay guys,' Tim said, 'I'm gonna drop you guys off today. Andy, I'm going to come in and have a talk with your Head about what's happened.' I nearly threw my breakfast back up onto my plate. 'Mr Giles, no you can't!' I yelled. 'Andy,' he started, trying to calm me down. 'The authorities need to know that you're staying here for now until things get sorted with your folks.' Johnny grabbed my hand and held me so I couldn't run off. 'Dad'll sort everything out Andy,' he said. 'You'll be able to stay for as long as you want!' I looked at him and again saw a look that I didn't recognise from my family, compassion and love. I slumped back into the chair, resigning myself to whatever fate the gods had decided to chuck at me. We finished up breakfast, and the three of us left Mrs Giles cleaning up and headed towards the garage. Mr Giles got into the driver's seat of his BMW 7 series, and Johnny and I hit the back seat. Mr Giles pulled out onto the road, and I glanced backwards at my family home. I could see my mother at the front window watching us leave, and unconsciously I raised a hand to wave to her. The curtain was drawn shut and I felt bile rise in my throat. 'Mr Giles, you gotta stop the car,' I managed to get out. The car pulled up and I opened the door and leaned out just in time to throw up the wonderful breakfast I'd eaten minutes ago. I felt an arm around me and realised Mr Giles was besides me. 'Are you okay son?' 'Yeah,' I muttered, wiping my mouth. 'I just saw something that obviously disagreed with me!' Mr Giles glanced over at my house, before stroking my shoulder again and letting me buckle back up. We started off towards school again. Johnny was babbling away about the latest WWE RAW or Summer slam or something that he was into, and I was trying to keep it together and listen to him. I gave up when he told me off for the third time that the Undertaker was NOT Scotty Too Hotty's partner, and that Triple H could crush Jeff Hardy any Sunday in the month. Mr Giles parked up and we left John at his school gate, as Mr Giles guided me into my school playground. As usual, Mike was waiting for me. 'Hey Andy, um hey Mr Giles, wassup' Mike said in greeting. He then noticed the fresh bruises on my face. 'Aw man has your dad been hitting you again?' He dropped his bag and grabbed me into a hug. I winced as he made contact with some of the still sore belt marks. 'He beat you good this time huh?' 'Yes he did Michael,' Mr Giles said. 'Andy stayed with us last night, and will do for the foreseeable if I get my way.' 'Good!' Mike said, 'his dad is such a fucking cunt! If I could, I'd beat on him to see how he likes it!' 'Hey guys, I'm standing here you know!' I reminded them. Mike left his arm around me which felt nice as we walked into school. I noticed Bobby and Jason standing by near the main entrance, watching me. Mr Giles saw my line of sight. 'That them?' he said. 'Uh-huh' I nodded. 'I can see why you like the blonde kid, but you shouldn't let them force it Andy.' Mike stopped sharply and looked at me. Of course he didn't know what happened yesterday after school did he. 'What happened Andy?' Mike asked. I told him a shortened version of the story I'd told Mr Giles, and his eyes grew steely and his expression hardened. We may be a couple of years below Bobby, but Mike is one tough cookie. He got into a fight a while back with one of the supposed hard guys of the fifth year and walked away from it with hardly a scratch. The other guy wasn't so lucky! 'Mike, calm it!' Mr Giles rapped. 'We're sorting it now with the head.' 'Okay Mr Giles,' Mike said. 'I'll trust you to sort out what's going on.' We made our way into the main corridor and Mike headed off to our home room as Mr Giles guided me towards the office block. He must have already phoned in as we were escorted straight into the head's office. Mr Peters, the head, was in his office along with Mr Henderson. Without going into too much detail, Mr Giles explained that I thought I was exploring my sexuality, my dad had found out and had beat me, and that the Giles's had taken me in for now. He made no mention of my encounter with Bobby and Jason. Mr Peters hardly took his eyes off me all through the meeting. I had been in his office so many times through bad behaviour that it made a change for me to be there looking for his help. 'So Andy,' he said, 'what do you want to happen?' I dragged myself out of the hell of embarrassment and looked at him. For the second time, I saw an adult looking kindly at me. It shook me a bit as I had had my run ins with Mr Peters. 'I wanna be with my family Mr Peters,' I started, 'no offence Mr G, but they're my family.' 'I understand Andy,' Mr Giles said. 'But, I don't want to be hurt again.' I finished. I looked at the three men, one who I knew cared for me in more ways than one, and the others who were paid to. 'Andy, if you could stay with the Giles, would you for now?' Mr Peters asked. 'Sure.' 'Okay then,' Mr Peters said. 'I'll need to contact social services and start things off. We'll need to get an emergency custody order, but I've known Mr Giles for a few years and will vouch for him so it shouldn't be a problem.' He looked at Mr Giles, 'Tim, what are the sleeping arrangements? The social will want to know.' Mr Giles shifted a little uncomfortably in his seat. 'Actually, last night Andy shared my John?s double bed. I didn't have anywhere else for him, other than the couch.' Mr Peters frowned. 'Tim, if you want Andy to stay, he's definitely going to need his own bed, preferably his own room.' 'I'll sort something out for the weekend. Until then I can set up a camp bed.' I looked at both men as they decided my sleeping arrangements, wondering if I was actually going to get a say in the matter. 'Mr Giles, I don't want to be any bother,' I started. 'I'm fine sleeping in with Johnny.' 'Andy, it's not that easy,' Mr Henderson explained. 'Social services simply will not allow a lad of thirteen to share a bed with another boy, or girl. Especially one who, um,' I looked at him and finished the sentence for him. 'Especially one who's gay and already admitted to having been fucked twice!' I snapped. Mr Giles coughed on his coffee and both Mr Peters and Mr Henderson sat there with stunned looks on their faces. I reddened immediately having realised what I'd blurted out in front of my head and form tutor. I held my head down and stared at the floor, not wanting to meet anyone's eyes. 'Andy,' Mr Henderson said, 'stupid question, but what do you mean?' I mumbled a response that was audible only to bats, dogs and other creatures with super strength hearing. I felt a hand lift my chin and I was looking into Mr Henderson's eyes. 'Andy?' I slumped, despair must have been evident in my expression and tears spilled from my eyes. Mr Giles immediately got up to move towards me, but was beaten to it by Mr Henderson, who took me into a hug. 'Andy, tell me if someone has forced you to do something you didn't want to and we can sort it out.' 'That's just it,' I whined, pushing away from him. 'I wanted it so badly from him and I didn't even care that it was a set up. Mike warned me about him, but I didn't listen. I sucked him off and swallowed his cum, then he shoved a cucumber up me before he fucked me and I loved every minute of it. He even let his friend fuck me. I didn't want him to but when Jay shoved his cock up me, I couldn't help it. I came over and over and would go back for more!' Mr Peters reacted with my mention of Jay's name. 'I think I know the two boys who did this. It's not the first time suspicion has fallen on them taking advantage of other boys, but no-one will ever admit to it.' Mr Peters said. 'Uh-uh' I said. 'I ain't talking to no cops or anyone about this.' Mr Henderson rubbed my arm and said, 'Andy, if you don't they will be free to do this to another boy. Is that what you'd want to happen?' 'NO ITS NOT! I WANT THEM TO DO IT TO ME AGAIN!' I yelled, pulling myself free from him, and bolted towards the door. 'ANDY!' Mr Giles shouted and started after me. I was out and up the corridor, with Mr Giles and Mr Henderson in pursuit. It must have looked like something like a cross between a comedy and an action movie. Mr Giles, as I mentioned, is quite heavy set, so I easily out paced him. Mr Henderson, being a fit and active sports coach, was always going to be the problem. I dashed past open classroom doors and pupils were soon scrambling to see what was going on. I nearly made it to the entrance hall when Mr Henderson finally caught up with me. He grabbed me into a roll-tackle, protecting me from any harm on the fall. I was kicking and flailing against him, but he just held me and I ran out of steam. I went limp against him. 'Andy,' he whispered. 'I promise I'll sort this out for you. Don't worry about what you said. I know how you feel.' I looked up at him and several pennies dropped all at once. Not married, avoids any banter with the girls, is always around after training in the locker room finding something to talk to us about while we get showered and changed. 'You're gay as well?' I gasped out. 'Shush, we can't talk about it here.' He got up and pulled me to his feet. 'Let's go back to the office and we can talk later.' We slowly ambled back to the office block. 'Andy, are you okay with stopping at Mr Giles's? I know he hasn't got a lot of room.' 'Yeah, the Giles are real nice and I get on with Johnny, but I dunno about sharing a bed with him. I might do something I'd regret, and after what me and Mr Giles did this morning....shit..' my brain clicked back into gear to shut my mouth up. Mr Henderson stopped and looked at me. 'Andy, I've known Mr Giles for a while, and while I think he wouldn't have forced you I need to ask.' 'No he didn't. I had a piss hard-on and couldn't deal with it. Um, he did.' I mumbled out. He looked at me for a few moments before seemingly making his mind up about something. 'Let's go back to the office.' He said. We wandered back to the office to see Mr Giles and Mr Peters sat back down, along with a third face, a kindly looking man who looked to be in his fifties, but hey, I'm thirteen and rubbish with ages. 'He's got over his little panic attack,' Mr Henderson said as he guided me back to a seat. 'Andy,' Mr Peters said, 'this is Frank Green. He's the local social worker who is assigned to the schools.' I nervously took his hand in a shake and looked at the man who would obviously have a big say in what happens to me next. He pulled open a file that had my name on it. 'Now then young man,' he started, 'I've had my eye on you for some time.' Coming soon. Chapter Seven Where do I go from here? Another chapter over with. I'll admit I struggled with this chapter and ended up re-writing several parts of it over and over. Didn't get to where I wanted to, but I felt I was over-running and needed a bit of a break so have left it with Andy's first contact with Frank, the social worker. After a bit of advice, I'm also looking to calm down Andy's sex life a bit, (unless you guys tell me not to!!). I had already written his experience with Tim though and it gets me hard every time I read it so Ive kept it in!! Ill try not to be too long with chapter seven.