Date: Wed, 28 Sep 2011 06:38:50 -0700 (PDT)
From: rr2253@bellsouth.net
Subject: My Beach Boy Find    Chapter  2

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Chapter 2

I had just drifted off to sleep when I felt someone next to me. I opened my
eyes and there was Paul. He said he hated to wake me but would I be ok with
him sleeping in the bed. I said sure. I mumbled something about just not
raping me. He smiled . I suggested he sleep with my pants off him as he
might find it less comfortable in clothes. He had already taken off the
shirt revealing his nice youthful body. He said sure and got out of my
jeans and got into bed. I noticed he stayed as far as he could on the other
side of the big king sized bed. He tossed a lot all night . I knew he was
restless and stressed about his life so I didn't say anything and slept as
best as I could. Around 6 am, I couldn't take it anymore and asked if he
was awake. He quietly said he was. "You had a pretty restless night." I
said.

"Yeah. I'm sorry. I just had trouble."

"I guess I would too if I was you."

I don't know what to do. I got to find a job or something. I got to get
some cash."

I said I would discuss it with him more.

"That fucking prick of a father. It's his fault I'm fucked up. He treats me
like shit!"

"You want to talk about it", I said realizing my sleep was probably over.

"He always hated me even when mom was alive. He blames me for her death.
Thinks I should have known the tires on her car were bad." He never told me
to fix or check `em. Not that life was good before either. He always blamed
me for shit I didn't do or anything that went wrong."

He had lived with his real mom, stepdad and I now learned, a younger
stepbrother who got all the attention and loving. I guess the other kid
wasn't beaten or humiliated either.

"Sounds like a tough life." I said rolling over on my back to better see
him. He was already on his back with the covers down around his waist and
his feet sticking out from under them. I don't think he knew how hot he
looked there.

"He told me more about life at home. His mother had remarried after his
father had been killed in Iraq. The guy never liked him much and never did
anything "fatherly" with him. Just a lot of work and being told how useless
he was. He also told me that once a week on Saturday, he would be marched
into the kitchen with his mother watching, bent over a chair, his pants and
underwear pulled down to expose his ass, and strapped or paddled. His
mother stood by and watched as he was beaten. He screams and cries were
muffled by sticking an old dirty rag in his mouth. This would go on for
quite awhile as his stepfather would recite all his alledged wrong doings.
He was then required to stand up, face his stepdad and thank him and his
mother for their kindness. His mother really didn't like it but was told
that he needed this every week.

Paul was always humiliated as his now mature looking ass was strapped until
red with the beating. He said it was worse having to face them with his now
adult looking cock was exposed when he was turned to thank them. He said
his father didn't care if others were present for the beating as well
including his dad's friends and his own uncles, aunts and cousins who might
be over to drink beer. He even was made to suffer through it when he was
allowed to have a friend over. H e didn't have friends over much after that
which made his stepdad happy. Also word got out about what happened and his
so called friends, made fun of him for being treated that way and because
he had submitted. When his mother saw it, he was surprised because she just
let it happen and didn't intervene.

He started to cry while telling the story. I pretty quickly realized he
wasn't lying as he suddenly exposed his ass to me and I saw remnants of
strap marks on his hairy butt.

I felt bad for him and reached out to embrace him. I was surprised that he
allowed me to hold him. I decided he really was a just a kid and hadn't had
any family affection for a long time.

He finally stopped crying and apologized for being such a sissy. But said
he had finally just reached his breaking point as the beatings got worse
after his mother died. When he was done with his litany of frustrations, I
told him to get up and wash up. Besides he said, he really had to piss. He
had quite a load of it as I heard him in the bathroom.  I got up and came
in as he was finishing. He didn't say a word about both of us being in the
bathroom naked. He looked at me and started to apologize again and I took
him in my arms and held him. He seemed a little awkward at first but soon
embraced me as well thanking me for listening to him.

As we hugged, our cocks touched. I felt mine and then his get a little firm
but I didn't care. His body felt good and I think mine felt good to him.  I
pissed and took him back to bed. I was still tired and after rubbing his
back a little, I fell asleep. He did too but before long I felt his body
spoon up to mine and cuddle. I felt his big cock against my ass. He didn't
try to fuck me or anything but I think he felt good snuggled up against
me. He just seemed to want to touch another human being.

We got up in awhile. He didn't seem bothered by being naked anymore. We had
some coffee while I shaved and cleaned up. I told him we would get him some
hygiene stuff as well. He actually smiled at me and thanked me.

We put on swimsuits and went down and had breakfast on the patio by the
pool. He had carefully folded up my clothes he had warn. For the first
time, he left his old ragged towel in my room. We ate and he told me more
about growing up in Iowa. He told me he was in sports and had played
basketball up until this past season when he switched to wrestling . I
asked if he missed it and he admitted he did but only a little. "The team
won't miss me much." He said, but offered no further explanation. It
sounded kind of remorseful though.

His early life had been ok it seemed and didn't turn bad until his real dad
had died and his mother remarried. He didn't have much family so I decided
grandparents were out as were any aunts or uncles as a place for him to go.

After breakfast, we strolled the beach for a bit. I finally said he had to
call his father even if he wasn't going to return. I explained that as a
run away, he could be arrested and sent back.

Also, I wanted to hear from this so called "father" myself anyway although
I didn't want Paul to know my thoughts.

We went back to my room and Paul dialed the number. After lots of rings, a
guy answered."

Dad, it's Paul. I'm in Florida and need some help."

"You fuckin' loser. What the hell are you doing there?"

"Dad, please, I lost my phone and a guy let me use his. My stuff has been
stolen and I don't have no money to get home."

"You shithead. It sounds just like something you would do. You ain't no
good. You can find your own way home and when you get here, I'm given your
ass the beating it deserves."

Paul looked at me kind of alarmed.

"Sir, this is Justin Cole. Your son needs some help to get home. He is
stranded in Florida right now. He is telling you the truth."

"Who's this faggot I don't know any Justin in Florida. You tell that
fuckin' loser to go to hell. If he run away, he can damn well stay
away. Don't want him anyway.!"

With that, the line went dead. Paul just looked at me and looked scared. I
looked at him with empathy and realized what kind of prick his father was.

I decided that he couldn't stay here. I needed to get authorities
involved. I told Paul we would call the police and see what they said. He
looked sad and fearful. I knew he thought he would go to juvenile
detention. I told him not to worry. I would look out for him. He knew I was
right but very scared. Instead of calling, we went to the local police who
took the report. I told Paul he had to be 100% honest with them. He said he
would. He told them his story, about the beatings which they observed on
his ass after I made him show the marks. I think they thought maybe I had
done them to him but he stressed that I had saved him. The said they would
call his home and verify and make a decision about what would happen. In
the meantime, they took all my information. A social worker asked if I
would look after him as they had very few foster families who would even
consider taking in a17 year old from out of state. I now knew his age at
least. I said I would but I would be going home to Ft. Lauderdale. I said
he could come and stay there. they said that was ok and didn't seem
bothered by my sexuality issue of being gay. I said he could sleep in the
spare room for now and I would give him some clothes to wear. They thought
that fine and gave me a certificate naming me as a temporary guardian..

  We spent the last day of the trip back at the pool. He seemed much more
chatty and relaxed. I almost wished he would shut up! He told me lots of
things about his life. None particularly noteworthy. I was surprised when
we went back to the room how he just stripped and stayed naked . It didn't
seem to bother him and I enjoyed seeing his nicely defined jock body even
if he need some hair trimming. His good sized cock just flopped around as
we laid in bed and watched a ball game and ate munchies. I wanted to reach
over and play with his cock but restrained myself. What kind of guardian
would I be molesting him I thought? (Maybe a priest) I put it out of my
head although later he asked if we could jack off together. I said I didn't
know if that was a good idea but he kept playing with himself until I
started too.  I was shocked at what a huge load he produced and I think he
was shocked at mine too. We laughed about it and made jokes about having a
jacking off contest later. He never said anything about touching me but did
say I had "nice junk" which I took as a compliment.

We got dressed, him in my same clothes he wore before and me in my shorts
outfit, and went out to my car. He had slipped on his cheap flip flops and
said he was getting to like them. "Feels kind of good to not wear regular
running shoes." He remarked. I looked at his feet, strong and muscular yet
still boyish. It gave my dick a little twinge. Damn. What was I doing
getting turned on by some high school runaway. We drove mostly in silence
to a restaurant . His tight jeans with no underwear and a rather large
bulge was noticed by several people. A young girl and then a guy seemed to
notice. He said he was feeling a bit uncomfortable with all the glances but
I told him to enjoy it. I suggested he spread his legs a little wider to
reveal the bulge more.

He laughed but did it.  "I never been this lusted over. My dad and people
back home would beat me and have me arrested." He whispered. The girl and
her family, finally left but the guy and his partner were still
there. Noticing them, I decided to have some fun so I moved my chair closer
to Paul's and put my hand on his thigh. I could see the guy who almost must
have shot his wad. Paul started to get hard and more of his bulge was
revealed in the tight worn jeans. I laughed a little as I stroked his
thigh. He was very uncomfortable so I finally moved my hand away. Something
made me felt that he liked my little scene. We finished dinner and
left. The guy and his partner were saying something obviously about us. I'm
sure they were turned on.

We drove back and Paul said he had something he had to confess. I looked
over wondering whether he had decided our little situation was not right
for him.

"I have to tell you something. You know when I said some shit about you
being gay. I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have said it." He said quietly.

"No big deal. I've heard it all before." I said. "And when your dad called
me a faggot, I was mad but ... let's face it, I am."

"that's what I wanted to tell you. He said that because...I guess he thinks
I'm a fag too."

"What do you mean. I mean you seem to get over stuff kind of quickly but
you're a jock kid..."

"NO . Actually I did have a gay experience back home."

I looked at him revealing this information kind of shocked.

"Yeah. I couldn't tell you but remember when I said I joined wrestling? I
left basketball because there was a guy on the wrestling team. For some
reason I was really attracted to him. I dated girls but was always thinking
of him.  He kind of figured it out as I always hung around him –
probably a little too much. Once when we were changing in the locker room
and he was naked , he saw my cock get hard when I looked his way. He said
something about it and I don't know why, but I went over to him and he
pushed me down and made me suck his cock. I only got harder and he knew he
had me. I was so humiliated, I didn't know what to do. He made me do it a
few more times and I think he may have said something to other
guys. Anyway, we were supposed to wrestle in the same weight class. The
coach picked me to wrestle in the meet instead of him. He got really pissed
and said if I did and won, he would out me. He took a picture of me on his
cell, sucking his cock. I had asked him to get rid of it and even offered
to bribe him but he said no. I asked to coach to let him wrestle instead of
me but he refused.  So I had to wrestle but was told to lose so he would
get picked next time. I didn't want to do it but I did. The team was pissed
at me, so was the coach and my dad was so mad he beat me when I got home.
In my panic to explain myself, I admitted I lost for this other guy on my
team. My dad confronted me about more about it and he asked me if the guy
had something on me. I admitted he did. My cock got a little hard thinking
about him and dad saw that so he called me a fag queen and kicked me so
hard in the nuts that I almost passed out. I knew he would tell everybody
and the guy would share the picture of me. I couldn't face it anymore so I
left town .

That's why I said nobody would miss me. Now you know. I couldn't lie to you
but have had sex dreams and stuff about guys for awhile. I didn't know what
to do. A guy can't be gay back home and not be dumped by all his friends
and everybody at school."

By now, he had tears running down his face.  I didn't quite know what to
say. When we got back, I put my arms around him. I thought he might pull
away but he didn't. We went back to the room and I told him how I suffered
some when I was a kid but had done well in sports and growing up in a more
cosmopolitan community and with supportive parents and friends, was able to
get through it. We laid on the bed, fully clothed and I let him cry. I told
him he had to decide for himself who he was and what he wanted out of
life. I kissed him on the cheek and said we should both go to bed. He
stripped off his clothes and we both got into bed. He stayed on his side a
good distance away from me. I wondered what he would decide to do in the
morning.

End of chapter