My Time With Tommy

Part 2

That night after he left I sit, and kind of fiddle around thinking about his life. How well I know that life. I think a second about calling social services. But, I saw dozens of them in my child hood. Never did me any good whatsoever. I sit in my office, and tweak the program I showed him earlier. After several hours, and it’s around midnight I decide to turn in. I head to my room undress get under the covers. and think about him nude right in front of me. Even on my lap. My cock is hard so I have a nice wank thinking about him. Sure I wont do anything with him. But, it doesn’t hurt anyone to imagine. After I have my cum I doze off quickly. I wake the next morning around six, and go make some coffee. I pee, and shave. I haven’t figured out why I shave. I hate it, and its not like I have to for any reason. I just do. I go out on the porch and am sipping my coffee. It’s still a bit dark this time of day. But, I know sure as shit the sun will be coming up shortly. As I am sipping my coffee my tummy rumbles.

“In time. In time.” I say to it.

I finish my first cup, and decide to just have a pop tart. I don’t really enjoy them. But, they are quick, and easy. That and I don’t have to do anything but open the package. I usually just eat one because as I said I don’t really like them. I think the main reason I buy them is because I was never allowed to have them as a boy. I always saw everyone eating them and I wanted that. To be like them, to be normal, and not get beaten daily. I wanted the normal life like you see on TV. But, sadly I learned that TV is make believe, and nothing on it is real. Even the news sometimes. I pour myself another coffee and nibble on my pop tart. I put the other in a baggie and leave it on the counter. I go back out on the porch to sit, and relax.

“Good morning Eric. I saw you were up already so I came over. Is that OK?” Tommy says.

I didn’t even see him before he spoke.

“No its just fine. Want a pop tart?”
I can see his smile.

“It’s on the counter. If you want another they are in the cabinet.”
“Thank you.” He says and slips into the house, and is back out in a moment. He sits down, and is eating his pop tart. He hasn’t said anything after a few minutes. I let him be who, and how he wants to be. If he wants to talk that’s fine. If not that's just fine too. I’m not going to force him to do anything he doesn’t want to. I know how bad that sucks. I sip my coffee, and we sit in silence a good while. I sip the end of my coffee and ask him.

“Would you like anything to drink while I get myself some more coffee?”
“If you have some milk I would like some please.”

“I think I do, I will check.” I’m actually not sure. I am not a milk drinker, and use it just for cooking. So I am hoping I do. I go, and check. Expired by a week and a half. I open it, and regret sniffing it immediately. I get a glass of orange juice for him instead. I buy orange juice all the time. But, strangely never drink it. I always think I will just never do. I’m weird like that I guess.

I get my coffee, and go back to the porch.

“My milk is expired . I got you orange juice. I hope that’s OK?”
“I like orange juice a lot. I don’t get it very much though.”
I hand him the glass, and he takes it carefully with both hands. He takes a sip.

“Thank you.” He says, and takes another sip.

“Your welcome Tommy.”
We sit another good fifteen minutes, and the sun is starting to rise. I can now see he is in the same clothes as yesterday. I’m wondering if he has others. Or, if these are the only ones he has that are clean. Or, even if he slept in them. As I am thinking this he says.

“I like the Tale of the fourth grade nothing. It’s really funny.”

“I’m glad you like it. I have the others when you are done with that one. You are free to read them too if you like.”
“I like Peter.”
“Yeah he’s funny.”
“Fudge is really funny. I understand though Peter is always upset because he gets away with everything.”
“That’s kind of how it works huh?” I ask.

“Yeah.”
We sit a while longer, and then he says.

“I did like you said, and after I did my chores I went to my room to read all night.”
“How did you fair?”
“Huh?”
“How did it work out?” I reword my question.

“Oh. It was good. I was in there all night, and no one bothered me.”
“That’s good to know. I was worried about you.”
“Why? No one cares about me?”
“I do.” I say.

“Why?”
“Because someone should.”
“Oh.” He says and sits a while and thinks about that. After a few minutes he says.

“Is it cuz you was like me growing up?”
I think a moment to decide if that’s why.

“I think that’s part of it. But, really I care about you because I like you. I think your a good boy that is getting the short end of the stick, and I don’t think its fair how you are being treated.”

“I’m not good. If I was good I wouldn’t get spanking all the time. I make my dad, and mom mad. I guess I deserve it.”
“No one deserves to be beaten, and I have never seen anything you have done be bad. Tommy I think you are a good boy, and you are being lied too. No one causes someone to beat them.”
“No your wrong its my fault.”

“I used to think that too. Maybe one day you wont.” I say and leave it at that. I know how he thinks. I am him. Or, he is me. Not sure how that works. But it doesn’t matter. He is brain washed like an abused spouse. We sit there a good while after that about fifteen minutes, and his dad looks out the door and sees Tommy sitting on my porch then he walks over.

“Uh oh.” Tommy says under his breath.

I’m thinking oh shit myself.

He walks up on the porch. and he greets me.

“Hi I’m Dick. I hope Tommy isn’t bothering you. If he is let me know I will take care of it.”
I am thinking Dick is a perfect name for this fucking guy. I am also thinking that he will take care of “it” referring to Tommy as an it. Or, he is referring to beating him none of which I like. I shake his proffered hand as much as I am repulsed by the idea.

“I’m Eric Smith. I just moved here from Texas this winter. Tommy isn’t bothering me. I like him he’s a good boy. He helped me yesterday dust. I hope you don’t mind I hate to do it myself. I told him to come over this morning when he gets up, and I can have some other chores for him to do. Again I hope you don’t mind.”
“No he needs to learn to earn his keep. He told me you gave him five dollars to work yesterday.”
“Yep I tried to offer him more. But, he’s a good boy, and said he only worked about fifteen minutes. He said would feel bad if he took more.”

“You probably over paid him he does lousy work.”
“No he did a great job. He also was playing a game I have created. It was a really big help to see a boy play it. Because I am designing it to teach children his age math skills. He’s really very smart. I hope that's alright as well. I suppose I should have asked you before because you know this day and age.”
“No it’s fine. He can come over whenever he wants. If he does something wrong just give him a smack, and send him home.”

“I doubt it will come to that. But, I will do just that. I do have a few things like I said around the house to do today. I also need to go grocery shopping as well. I could use his help for that as well. That is if you don’t mind.”
“I don’t mind. I gotta go to work in a while anyway. At least this way I know he ain't getting in no trouble around the house. Messing with stuff he shouldn’t be.”
“He is always welcomed to come over. Especially when you have to work. I work from home. So I’m here most of the time. I am pretty sure I can keep him busy most of the time.”
He nods his head at me trying to sum me up. But, I’m an abused person. I can fake shit with the best of them.

“You seem alright. Sure he can be here as much as he wants. But, like I said if he gets out of line just give him a smack, and send him home. I gotta get to work.”
“Gotcha. Have a good day at work Dick.”
“Yeah sure.” He says and chuckles like that’s never going to happen.

He goes and gets in his old truck and heads off.

Tommy, and I sit there a while neither saying a word. After about ten minutes I say to him.

“He took five dollars didn’t he?”
“Yeah.”
“I hope you hid the other five somewhere safe.”
“Yeah,”
“Good.”
“I was scared you was gonna tell him you gave me ten.”
“I will never purposely betray you.”
He smiles a small smile, and nods his head.

“I knew I was right about you.”
“How do you mean?”
“That your just a nice person. I had a teacher once like you. She was nice too. She called the child people on my dad. They came to the house and asked bunches of questions. I told them my dad never hurts me, and stuff. That she was lying. We moved a couple weeks after that, and I never seen her again.”
‘Yeah I know how that is. We moved every time social services got called.”
“Yep.” He says knowing I’m not full of shit. Kids can tell that about you if you want something from them or not. Me I don’t want anything from him. I just want him to be happy like boys should be. Or, at least like I have seen boys be. I wouldn't really know for sure.

I sip the rest of my coffee.

“Want me to get you some more?” He asks.

“No I think I’m done with coffee for now. But if you want more juice buddy please get some. I never drink it.”
“Then why do you have it?”
“I don’t know honestly. I always think I will drink it. Yet I never do. I’m weird I guess.”
“Maybe.”
“Wisenheimer.”
“What?”
“It’s a nicer way to say smart ass.”
To that he giggles.

“Is it really OK if I get some more orange juice?”
“I wouldn’t say it if it wasn’t true.”
He smiles at that.

“Do you want a soda, or anything?”
“No. But, if you would rinse out my cup, and fill it with water that would be great.”
“Anything for you.” He says as he hops up, and grabs my coffee cup as he heads into the house. I hear the faucet turn on, and off hear the fridge open, and close. He comes back out a minute or so later and hands me my cup.

“Thank you kind sir.” I say to him. He just smiles, and puts his glass on the table as sits down. Once he sits he reaches over to get it and takes a drink. After he does he belches. He covers his mouth super fast.

“I'm so sorry It snuck out don't be mad.” He says looking worried.

I don't say anything and just look at him swallow some air, and belch a loud belch.

“Sorry for what?” I say as he giggles. “But, in polite company you should say excuse me. It’s the polite thing to do. Me I don't care.”
He sits a while, and I just watch the street with passing cars. He watches me.

“Why did you say you need to go to the grocery store you got lots of food in your fridge? I wasn’t snooping. I promise I just saw is all.”
“Tommy I don't care if you go through everything in my house. I got nothing to hide from you. Besides, I need to get milk for you, and other stuff you like to eat.”
“I like everything I ain't picky 'cept them little lettuce things are gross they make me want to puke.”
I’m thinking little lettuce things.

“What little lettuce things?” I finally ask.

“You know those things they smell real bad, and look like little lettuces.”
“Oh brussel sprouts.”
“Yeah them are gross.”
“Yes they are.” I agree.

“I like broccoli though. But, not with that cheese stuff all over it. It’s gross that way. But, I eat it when they make it cuz if I don't...” He trails off.

“Yeah I know.” I say and reach over, and rub his head.

“I hate liver, and it seemed like my mom made it just to have a reason to beat me. She knew I would never eat it. Once I refused to eat it. She beat me, and then told me I would sit there until I did. I sat there until it was my bedtime. She said fine I can have it for breakfast. I woke up the next morning. and she took it out of the refrigerator, and put it in front of me. I sat there and looked at it until time for school. She said that's fine it will be your dinner then. I went to school and I couldn't eat lunch because she conveniently forgot to give me lunch money like usual. I should have gotten free lunches. But, she just couldn’t be bothered to fill out the forms. When I got home, and was so hungry. Of course she was home she never worked. At dinner time she made corn dogs which she knows I loved. She sat, and ate them in front of me while I stared a that stinking cold liver on the plate. After I refused to eat it she beat me again. I sat at the table all that night too. The next morning it was there again for breakfast. I went three days without eating, and got beat several times for not eating it. Finally she beat me one last time and threw it out. I wasn't going to eat it no matter what. I decided I would rather starve to death then eat it.”
He looks at me with knowing eyes and just says.

“Yeah.”
“Sorry I shouldn't have told you that.”
“No its OK. Its nice to know I ain’t alone.”
“You sure aren’t buddy.”
“But, you ain’t got to get me nothing special. I ain’t yours to feed.”
“I will do as I please, and if I want to get yo something you like you will accept it with a happy heart. Just as I will give it to you with a happy heart. It will make me feel good to do it.”
He just smiles.

I go into the house, and grab my keys and he follows me in. I turn around, and he hugs me. I of course hug him back.

“What was that for?” I ask him.

“Just cuz your so nice to me.”
“I’m nice to you because you are a good boy.”
“I’m not. But, I’m glad you think I am.”
“I think you are and I know soon you will think you are too.”
“Maybe?” He says, and kisses my tummy.

I rub his back, and we hug a minute or longer. I think he really loves the hug. He probably doesn't get any positive attention. At least not without a catch. I don't know if I will ever take him up on his offer. I don't want him to think that's all I want him for. I want him to be whole. Not just my lover. He releases me, and I say to him.

“We better get going to beat the old ladies.”
He giggles.

We head out to my car. It’s not a fancy car, or anything. I just like it. I bought it about six years ago new. Its just a Honda Accord. It runs good, and is good on gas. I wish I would have gotten an automatic now that I moved into a big city. I shift gears a lot. But, it is better on fuel, and I like Greta, and I want to do right by her. We climb in the car, and I got my reusable bags. New York just started a plastic bag ban. It took some getting used to. But, it really is better then being so wasteful. I still have yet to figure out what to use for my little trash cans after I run out of the eight billion little bags I have now. But, I will figure out something.

“Your car is really nice.” Tommy says.

“Thank you I like it.”
I back out of the drive, and we get to the store without any misadventures and we get a cart and head in.

“Dammit I forgot the bags in the car.”

“I’ll go get them for you.”
“You know why you offered to do that?”
“Cuz it seems right.”
“Nope. Because your a good boy is why.”
He rolls his eyes at me, and I give him my keys. I show him which button to push. He is out and back with the bags before I get to the first aisle.

“Here ya go.” He says putting the bags in the cart. and giving me back my keys.

“Thanks buddy.” I say, and run my fingers through his hair. I like doing this his hair is super soft, and it is a bit in need of a wash. But, its cute and I like to touch it. Besides I always liked when someone did that to me when I was little. I am treating him as I wish I had been treated as a boy. I don’t think I can go wrong with that. I hope not anyway.

I walk up to a table with baked goods on it.

“You like cheese danish?”
“Never had it.”
“I like them. I really hope you do too. Because I don't need to eat it all. If you don't eat some I know I will eat it all. I just cant stop myself. I will get fatter.”

“Your not fat.” He says, and pokes my tummy.

“That's because I work out all the time. If I didn't I know I would be a big old fat guy.”
“Your not old.”
“I’m 38, it’s not young.”
“But, it’s not old.” He says smiling.

I put the danish in the cart. Entemans. How I missed these in Texas. Good BBQ there. But, lacking in much of anything else. OK GREAT Mexican food too.

I walk on, and grab a loaf of honey wheat bread. We get to the cereal aisle after me putting a few more things in the cart.

“What kind of cereal do you like?”
“Any is fine with me.”
“I always wanted to try Cocoa Puffs. When I was a boy. They said the milk turned into chocolate milk. I never had them before. Have you?”
“No I just get corn flakes. Sometimes I get Kix. I don't really like Kix but, its OK I guess.”
“So you want to try it?”

He isn’t really sure what to say. Because he’s never asked his opinion on anything. I can see this.

“If you want to try it I will too.”
Good enough for me. I drop the box in the buggy.

I look, and I see Life cereal. I put one of those in there. I see Lucky Charms. Before I know it I got six boxes of cereal in the cart I always wanted to try as a boy, and never have.

“You got a lot of cereal.”
“Well, I figured all the ones I always wanted to try as a boy I never have. Maybe it’s time both of us try new stuff. Sound good?”
“Sure.” He says smiling. I grab a couple different kinds of pop tarts. I get a blue one, cherry and then s’mores. Never had the blue one or s’mores. I kind of like the cherry its OK. We just keep shopping and I keep adding more to the cart. Then the cookie aisle. Holy shitting cow. I go a little crazy in the cookie aisle. I get Nutter butters, Oreo's, fig newtons, Chips Ahoy chocolate chip cookies. I get like four different kinds of Peppridge Farm cookies. Oatmeal raisin, and Macaroons. Not the hard kind. The fluffy ones that are good. He looks in the cart.

“You are going to get fat.”
“Nope. We are going to get fat.” I say and smile. A smile is returned. We get some turkey, and roast beef for sandwiches. and chips. Potato, and Cheetos. Didn’t go so nuts on them. Then I get some different kinds of sodas. Coke, because its my favorite. I get some root beers, and orange soda too. I'm thinking I am so going to spoil him. But dammit he deserves to be spoiled. I know his life, and it sucks. He needs some nice things. So fuck anyone who thinks different. I know I should feed him healthier things, and I will. Just not yet. It’s time for some crap first. Some indulgences. We go to check out, and he is putting things up on the conveyor. The lady at the register is scanning the items and paying us no mind.

“Hey. Hi. How ya doin? You doin alright today.” I say to her smiling.

She looks up, and smiles back.

“Yeah its been a good day.”
“Really what made it so good?”
“My son was sick, and now hes feeling a lot better.”
“That's good to hear. Cold or something?”
“He had a chest cold.”
“Oh I hate those. How old is he?”
“Hes five.”

“Oh that's a fun age for boys. They are wild. But, fun.”
“Oh honey you have no idea.” She says laughing as she scans.

“I remember.” I say thinking of boys I have seen.

“So whats your sons name?” She says looking at Tommy.

“This rapscallion is Tommy.” I say rubbing his head. He smiles.

“He’s a cutie that's for sure.” She says smiling at him. This makes him blush.

“Yeah he is. He’s a good boy too. I tell you he helps me all the time. I forgot the stinking bags. He just runs out, and gets them like its no big deal.”
“Yep sounds like a good one to me. I can’t get mine to pick up his toys for anything.”
“Its his age he will grow out of it. Especially if you make a game out of it.”
“How you mean?”

“Well, if you time him to see how fast he can put them all up. It will be a game. He will try to go faster, and it will be fun other then work.”
“I’m gonna try that.”
“I bet it works. If not come up with another game. Or make a rule that he can only have two toys out at a time. So if he wants another one he has to put one back. That way clean up is easier.”
“Your pretty smart about kids. How many you got?”
“Just Tommy.” I say putting my arm around him.

“That’s 123.95”
“Cool.” I say and put in my card. Stupid chip I swiped for years, and still have the urge to. I actually have started doing the tap, and go. I’m feeling all high tech now from that.
My card is approved, and she hands me the receipt. Which I pocket then put my card in my billfold.

“Come see me again cutie.” She says to Tommy.

“I will.” I say, and laugh. Tommy, and her do as well at my stupid joke.

We head out to the car Tommy pushing the cart.

“You spent a lot on stuff.” He says.

“Not really. I make a good living. I'm not rich. But, I can buy kind of what I want.”
He isn't paying attention, and he accidentally runs into my cars bumper with the cart. Instantly he cowers away from me.

“I'm sorry. Please don't hit me.” He has his arms up shielding his face.

“Tommy buddy. Look at my bumper. I have scratches all over it from doing the same thing. I will never hit you. Now come on lets put the groceries in the trunk.”
I pop the trunk with the key fob, and we put them in. He is eyeing me waiting for a smack. Its his learned behavior sadly. It’s what he is used to. I know it, and I hate it. I unlock the car, and he gets in. I put the cart in the corral. I get in, and we head back to the house.

“Eric?” He asks softly.

“Yes?”

“If you want I will go home when we get back.”
“Why would I want that?”
“Cuz I’m stupid.”

“What? How are you stupid?”
“Cuz I smashed into your car with the cart.”
“That doesn't make you stupid. If your stupid from that I’m an idiot. I showed you I got like eight scratches on my bumper from the same thing.”
“You don't have to be nice to me. Its OK I know I'm not worth nothing anyway.”
That's it. I’ve had it with this kind of talk. I put on my directional, and pull into a parking lot. I put the car in park, and I turn to him. He is scared to death thinking I am going to beat him.

I look at him in his big terrified eyes.

“Tommy. I like you very much. You already mean a lot to me. I don’t ever want to hear you put yourself down, and say your nothing. Or that you are stupid. Because your not. I know are a very smart boy. Most boys wouldn't have remotely understood what I taught you yesterday on the computer. Not to mention that you did better on the math questions then any one else ever has.” I'm stretching the truth here because no one else has played it. But, I don't care. I want him to feel good about himself.

“So you are something. You are good, and you are special. You are very quickly becoming my friend. I don't have many friends, and I have none in New York. I want you as my friend to be the best possible boy you can be. I want you to have goals, and accomplish them. I want you to do well in school because I know your smart. I want you to grow up, and be happy, and have a family if you want. I want you to be everything you can be. What happened in the parking lot with the cart is no big deal. You already mean more to me then this old car. Do you understand what I’m saying to you?”
“Yeah I’m not stupid.” He says in a crappy tone. Because I am lecturing him.

“Exactly you aren't stupid. You are special, and a good boy.” I say and smile at him.

He eyes me a second.

“You really mean that don't you?”

“Yes, I meant every word of it. From now on anytime you say something bad about yourself I am going to punish you. Not sure how yet. But, It most assuredly wont be by hitting you.”
I put the car in drive, and we get back to the house. He helps me unload the groceries. I put them up, and he helps me with the task. I kind of tell him where things go. He puts the sodas on the counter.

“I want those in the fridge so they are cold.” I say.

“Sorry I’m stupid.”
I let out a loud sigh.

He looks at me, and realizes his mistake.

“I want five push ups right now.” I say to him.

He cocks his head at me like what?

“You said your stupid. I want five push ups, and with everyone you do I want you to say. I am a smart boy.”
He gets down, and I watch him. He lets himself down then up. He mumbles.

“I am a smart boy.”
“No sir. I want to hear it, and say it like you mean it. That one doesn't count.”
He goes again.

“I am a smart boy.”
“One, and you are.”
“I am a smart boy.”
“Two, and you certainly are.”
“I am a smart boy.”
“That you are. Three.”
He is saying a little louder each time. Not too loud. But, a good volume.

“I am a smart boy.”
“Yes you are. One more.”
“I am a smart boy.”
“Yes you are. Now lets finish this up, and then we will have a couple cookies. I think I went a little crazy in that aisle.”
“Yeah a little maybe.” He says getting up smiling.

“Wash your hands please.”
He does so without argument. But, I can tell he liked I said please.

We get done with the groceries, and I ask him.

“What kind of cookies do you want?”
“I like the oatmeal kind with the raisins the best. But, we can have what you like.”
“Then by god that's what we will have. You want a soda or milk. Now that I have some that's not gross.”
“Milk please.”

I get a glass out, and ask him to get the milk to pour himself some. He gets it out, and opens it and it slips and he spills some on the counter.

“I’m sorry. I’m stupid.” He says.

I just look at him.

Down he goes.
“I am a smart boy.”

“Yes you are, and accidents happen.”
I give him positive accolades through all five as I wipe up the spilled milk. I finish pouring his glass, and put the milk up as he finishes.

“I'm sorry Tommy I should have done that for you. A gallon of milk is heavy, and it’s hard for a boy to control a full gallon. It’s my fault. I hope you will accept my apology.”
“But, I’m the id...But, I’m the one who spilled it.”
“Yes you did spill it. Good job on catching yourself there.” I say and get on a knee to hug him. So I can be on his level. I hold him tight for a good minute, and I whisper in his ear.

“You are a good boy.” I give him a kiss on the cheek as I pull away.

“Whats say we go watch some cartoons or something for a while. Then we can get some work done. Sound good?”
“Yeah.” He says, and smiles.

We go to the living room, and I sit on the couch in my usual spot. He sits next to me. I put my coke I grabbed on a coaster on the coffee table. He sees this, and gets a coaster to put his milk on it. I turn on the TV, and I see Sponge Bob is on. OK sue me I like Sponge Bob it’s amusing to me.

“You like Sponge Bob?”
“Yeah it’s funny. I like when he plays trick on Squid-ward.
“Me too.”

So we sit, and watch the silly cartoon. We both munch on our cookies. We both got two because they are kind of big. I notice he scoots closer to me every time he gets a sip of milk. Before I know it he is right next to me. I can feel him pressing against me. I like it. I like that he is comfortable with me. I like that I am comfortable with him. I'm not comfortable around too many people. I put my arm around his shoulders. He moves in closer if that's possible. I have my other hand on my lap, and he puts his hand in it holdings my hand. He starts rubbing my hand kind of massaging my fingers as he does. It feels really nice. When a commercial comes on he says.

“You are the nicest person I know.”
“You don't know many people then.” I say, and laugh.

“No really. You just met me yesterday, and you treat me real nice.”
“Well, I treat you nice because your a nice person.”
“No you treat everybody nice I think. You talked to that lady at the grocery store, and you kind of got to know her. I bet she thinks your nice too.”
“Maybe.”

“She thought you were my dad, and you didn't say you weren't. That made me feel good.” He says playing with my fingers, and not looking at me.

“It made me feel good she thought that too.”
“No I mean it made me feel good you saying I was your son. I wish my dad was nice like you.”
“I wish he was too Tommy. But, nothing we can do to change him. He has to want to change. I don't think that will happen.”
“No prolly not.”
He leans his head on my chest. I lift up my hand he isn't playing with, and start to gently rub his back. Just running my fingers over it really. The show starts back, and we look at it. Neither is really watching as we are both thinking. He stretches out on the couch putting his head in my lap. Belly down making very certain not to get his shoes on the couch. I notice that. I know he wants me to rub his whole back, and I do just that. I lightly run my fingers up and down his back and I see he smiles as I do. I gently lift up his shirt to expose his back not for any reason other then it just feels nicer that way. He lifts up and takes it off. I just continue on. When the next commercial comes on he turns his head to me.

“That feels really good.”
“I'm glad you like it. It’s relaxing to me too. It’s nice to run my fingers over your back. Your skin is really soft.”

“You think so?”
“Yep softer then my skin for sure.”
He lifts up my shirt, and rubs my belly. Your skin is soft too. The hair on your belly is super soft.”

The show comes back on, and he kisses my tummy then turns back to watch it. He leaves his hand there, and apparently he does like the way it feels he keeps running his fingers over it. I can’t say I mind it’s a nice feeling. Little boy fingers rubbing my tummy. I've never had that before. I hope its not the last time. We do that until the next commercial break. He turns his head back to me.

“I like being with you. You make me feel calm.”

“You make me feel calm too. I don't feel that way with many people.”
“I never feel that way.”
“Never?”
“Well. I did last night when I was reading. It’s like I was in the story and stuff. You know what that's like?”
“I know very well what that's like.”
"Is that why you got all them books?”
“I suppose so. I like to read. I guess its how I escape real life.”
“I know you really like me though.”
“How do you know that?”
He lifts his head, and grabs my cock.

“You ain’t hard, and I had my head in your lap this whole time.”
“You touch it again. I bet it gets hard. But, even if it did get hard it doesn't mean I don't like you for just you.”
“That and yesterday I was naked all day, and you didn't try to do nothing either.”

“Its not that I didn't think about it. Because I did. Don't think I didn't.”
“Yeah. But, you didn't, and I know you like me that way too. I figured you was just another guy that wanted to fuck me when I saw your dick get hard when I was naked.”

“Well. Like I said I would want to love you first, and know for sure you loved me before I would ever do anything like that with you.”
“Even if I offered to suck you right now you would say no?”
“I don't love you yet. I certainly like you, and I know enjoy you doing that. But, No I don't want you to do that for me.”
“Oh. Will you tell me when you do?”

“Tommy I think that we will know when it’s right if ever.”
“But, you are real nice to me, and I want to do something nice for you.”

“Your being here is nice for me, and you don't need to do anything nice for me like that. I feel calm with you. You know my secret that I love boys, and I never had to tell you. You don't judge me for it like so many others would.”
“Why would I do that. It’s just how you are is all.”
“Most people don't feel that way.”
“I know lots of guys that do feel that way. Believe me.”
“I'm sure you do.”
The cartoon ends, and a new one starts. Seems like Sponge Bob runs about four episodes in a row. At least it’s how its seems. The next one we watch without any conversation. He rubs my cock some, and it does get hard. He turns his head to me and smiles.

I just smile back. I run my fingers through his hair as he is watching the cartoon, and I gently run the back of my fingers over his cheek as well.

After this cartoon Sponge Bob is over, and I say to him.

“Well, my little friend I guess we had better get some work done today. I decided I want to edge my sidewalks, and driveway.”
“Whats that?”
“It’s where we cut the grass back so it looks nicer.”
“OK.” He says and gets up, and puts on his shirt at my insistence. Because it’s kind of warm. But, not warm enough to not wear a shirt outside. I go to the garage, and he follows. I like Greta and I don't use many power tools, or gas powered things. Sure my lawn mower is. But, I have been looking into getting an electric one. Saw one that you program it, and it cuts the lawn itself. I can’t decide if I’m more lazy, or more cheap. I will decide on that later. So I get out a shovel, and a rake. Pull out the wheel barrow to move the parts we remove. I start in, and its obvious this hasn't been done in years if not decades. I am cutting back six sometimes eight inches of grass, and dirt as I go. I get done with one side of the driveway, and he is picking up the parts I cut, and taking them to the back yard. I have a hole back there I don't like. I decided to use this to fill it in. OK Its not a hole its just very uneven and I don't like it. Growing up in the Midwest everything is supposed to be flat. I look at mountains, and think if we leveled those off, and put it in the ocean we would have lots more land. OK I’m odd. But, I think you have figured this out by now. As I start the other side without me telling him too. He gets the push broom from the garage. and starts to sweep up the mess.

“See a good boy doing things that he isn't asked to do. Just because he sees it needs done.” I say, and smile.

All I get back is a half smile from him. Once I get done with the other side of the drive its nearly noon from the looks of the sun. I'm getting a bit hungry. OK I feel like I haven't eaten in weeks. I'm just downright famished. I go through points like this where I eat everything in sight, and other times I don't eat for days. I guess it’s from my childhood never knowing when I will eat next. It’s no wonder all abused kids aren't six hundred pounds.

“Buddy I am starving. Whats say we go get a sandwich, and some chips. Sit on the porch a while have lunch and relax. This will still be here when we are done.”
“You sure? We got lots to do yet.”

“Like I said it will still be here when we get ready to get back to it.”
“Kay,”

We walk into my house, and I have to pee like nobodies business. I'm surprised, and not that he follows me into the bathroom. Fuck it I think I just whip it out, and let the water flow. He pulls his out, and does the same. I think to myself its like two little boys going, and checking each other out at the same time. Of course I have seen his. He now has seen mine.

“I like yours. It looks nice.”
“Thank you. Yours is nice too.” I mean what do you say in that situation.

Once I am done I put myself back in my jeans. I wash my hands to get of the dirt, and grime. He steps next to me at the restroom sink, and gets his hands wet. I hand him the bar of soap. Yes I use bar soap. I think it may be better for the environment then the plastic bottles. I've never really researched it. But, it seems logical. I do like Greta she’s funny, and snarky. Kind of cute in a way too. If you like that sort of thing. You know girls. I don't. But, would be willing to try with her. Something about her is interesting to me. Not sure what. But, I like to look at her, and listen to her talk. She’s so smart. Once I'm done I dry my hands with a towel, and he follows suit using the same hand towel. We head to the kitchen, and I get down the bread to make us some sandwiches. He is shocked I think by how much meat I put on it. I use both the roast beef, and turkey. I slice some tomato, and use a piece or two of ice berg lettuce. I ask him.

“You like mustard or mayonnaise on your sandwich?”
“Mustard please.”
“I got regular or spicy brown/”

“Never had the one.”
“Want to try it?”
“What are you having?”

“Spicy brown.”
“I’ll try it then, If you like it. I bet I do too.”
So I put some spicy brown on his, and mine. I just have a tiny little jar of mayonnaise. I rarely use it except for like tuna salad or stuff like that. I’m not a big fan. I get the chips down.

“Cheetos, or potato chips?”
“Which are you having?”
“I'm thinking Cheetos.”

“I’ll have them then.”
“I like the flaming hot ones sometimes. But, they didn't have them here. You like spicy stuff?”
“Don't know.”
“Well. Maybe one day I will make some burritos, and see if you do. I can make it spicy, and not. If you like the spicy you can have that. If not then you can have the milder version.”
“Never ate beaner food before.”
“I know that's probably what your dad calls it, and its not nice to call it that.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don't be sorry. Its what you have been taught. I will get you straight on stuff like that.”
“Was it stupid of me to say that?
“Your not stupid. But, it is stupid of people that are older to say things like that. Just imagine if you were a Mexican boy, and another boy called you a beaner, or a wet back, or spic. How would you feel?”
“I wouldn't like it.”
“Exactly. People are people regardless of what they look like or what their religion or anything about them is. People are people, and all people deserve a certain amount of respect. Specifically from smart little boys named Tommy.” I say and smile.

I cut our sandwiches in half, and put then on a plate. I put a nice handful of Cheetos on each plate.

“Grab me a Coke please, and get yourself a soda or whatever you want to drink. Wait I think I want one of those orange Sunkist's I bought. Grab me one of those please.”
“Kay.”
I grab our plates grab a couple napkins for us, and head to the porch. He soon follows me out, and has two Orange Sunkist’s. I open them both because I know he has a problem getting it open. We sit down, and I hand him his plate and he starts in on the sandwich.

“I like the spicy mustard.” He says. “I never had turkey, and roast beef on the same sandwich before its good too.”
“I do that all the time. I like mixing stuff like that. I'm glad you like it.” I say and take bite followed by a couple Cheetos. He smiles, and takes another bite. Then pops a couple Cheetos in his mouth.

I notice he is starting to mimic me. I think well he likes me so that's natural I suppose. I take a swig of my soda, and he does the same.

“I like this soda. It’s way better then the store kind.”
“The store kind is good when your broke, and cant afford better. But, Sunkist is pretty good.”
“Yeah.” He says, and takes another drink. I notice he uses both hands, and is very careful putting it back. I guess he is worried he will spill it again. I don't care, and kind of hope he does in a weird way so he can see its OK if a little boy has accidents.

“Eric?”

“Yes?”
“I was thinking before why would you do that. You know trim the driveway, and sidewalks. But, it does look a lot better now.”
“I think it does. How is the leveling in the back yard coming?”
“Pretty good. I keep raking it out like you said. I think it will be flat when we are done.”
“Good.”
“Eric?”

“Yes?”
“Nothing.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah.”
“You can ask me anything I wont mind. If I tell you I don't want to answer I wont.”
“Nah its OK.”
“That's fine I wont pressure you about stuff.”
“I like you.”
“I like you too.”
“No I like you a lot.”
“I like you a lot too.”
This makes him grin. I like his smile. I don't think he does it too often. We finish eating, and I sit my plate on the table.

“Want me to take them in and put them in the sink. I will be real careful, and not break them.”
“That would be nice of you. If you drop them and they break you know what?”
“I wont I promise.”
“But, if you did guess what?”
“You would be really mad?”
“No they sell more every day at the store.”
He just smiles.

“I promise I will be careful.”
“I know you will.”
He takes them in, and I hear him rinse them off and lay then in the sink. He comes back out, and sits in what is now his chair. At least in my mind.

“That was nice of you to do that. I think that's another sign your a good boy to offer to do stuff that's not asked of you.”
“You think so?”
“I know so.”
He smiles again.

We sit and relax a bit after we eat, and he gets up and says to me.

“It ain’t getting done us sitting here.”

“No I suppose it’s not is it?” I say, and smile.

I'm glad he is taking the initiative, and feeling sure enough of himself to say things like that. So we head back out, and he sweeps the other side of the driveway as I work on the sidewalk. I work down the one side and he is working behind me picking up the dirt and grass and taking it to the back yard. I get done with one side, and he sweeps up that side. Then finally we are done with the project. I watch as he takes the last of the dirt, and grass to the back yard. I follow him out back. I look at the job he has done, and I'm very impressed. It wouldn't have looked better if I had done it.

“You did a really good job on this.”
“Really?”
“I wont lie to you. I think I wouldn't have done as good to be perfectly honest.”
“Nah it would be better if you did it.”
“I don't think so. Because I see you broke up all the dirt, and smoothed it out really nice. I would have left the dirt in chunks, and it wouldn't be as nice.”
He smiles at the praise.

I go back to the front of the house and start sweeping up the dirt from that side of the sidewalk. He comes around the house with the wheel barrow and sees me doing it. He comes up next to me.

“I guess I wasn't doing a good job sweeping huh?”
“Why would you say that?”
“Cuz your doing it now.”
“Don't be silly. I am just doing it because I wanted to help you so we could be done with this project. So we can enjoy the rest of the day together.”
“Really?”

“Yes really. If you want you can finish, and I will put the tools back in the garage.”
“Yeah.” He says.

I hand him the broom, and he pushes the sidewalk clean. An older lady walks by with her little dog, and starts talking to him as I am in the garage. I see him talking back, and smiling at her. She smiles back, and walks on with her little dog. I walk back out to watch him finish. He gets done sweeping, and puts the broom back where he found it.

“I guess we should have a glass of water since we been working all day.”
“Prolly.”

We head up to the house, and I go to the restroom to wash my hands again. He heads to the toilet and starts to pee.

“You don't have to go?”
“Not now I don't.”
“Oh OK.” He says sounding kind of sad about it. I head out to the kitchen, and get out two glasses and fill them with water from the Brita picture I have in the fridge. I don't like buying bottled water because well, it’s bad. It has plastics, and things in it. Not to mention where do the bottles go? Well here in New York they go back to the store But, in most places the landfill. I don't like the idea of being too wasteful. I take the glasses into the living room, and sit them on the coffee table. My little friend joins me a moment later.

“You think you need a snack?”
“No. I’m still full from lunch.”
“If you are ever hungry you tell me or you go get something. I wont be mad if you come back with something to eat.”
“OK.’ He says not really believing me that he can have free range of my kitchen.

I'm on the couch sitting in my usual spot he picks up the glass, and nearly drains it.

“You must have been thirsty.”
“Yeah.”
He sits on the couch next to me.

“What do you want to do? We can watch a movie if you like. Or some more toons. Your choice.”

He climbs up on my lap, and facing me and gives me a hug. I hug him back, and just hold him for a while. I think five minutes pass, and I am gently rubbing his back as I hold him. He has his head on my shoulder, and his arms around me. I think I will hold him like this forever if he wants. After a few more minutes he kisses me.

“Thank you.” He says.

“For what?”
“For treating me nice, and not like I'm nuthin.”

“You are something. I think your a special boy for sure.”

“I think your a special man.” He says and kisses me again.

“Thank you.” I say to him.

We sit like that at least another fifteen minutes. After that he turns around, and sits on my lap and starts fiddling with my hand I lay on his leg.

“I wish I could live with you.”
“Yeah.” I say. I don't want to say anything to get his hopes up because it will not happen more likely then not. Not that I wouldn't love it. But, the odds are so far against it that I don't want to ever say anything to encourage his thoughts on that. I pick up the remote, and turn on the TV I see “Cloudy and a Chance for Meatballs” is on. Funny movie so we watch it, and he laughs a lot. I like hearing him laugh. It is music to me ears. I remember what it’s like to be him. To be miserable, and so cautious, and avoid anything that might make the mom mad. Laughing is loud, and that will get a swift and quick beating for sure. Usually because she was hung over. It’s nice to see him let his guard down a little. To be a boy like he is supposed to be. After the movie is over it is nearly five. He says he better get home, and do his chores before his dad gets home. I noticed his “mom” hasn’t been around so much lately. Wonder what happened there?

I pull out my wallet to hand him some money.

“You don't have to pay me. I had fun.”
“I want to pay you, and I had fun too. Besides, if I don't pay you your dad will get mad. He may not let you come over to help me anymore.”
“Yeah.” He says looking down when I say that.

I hand him two tens.

“That's a lot.”
“I don't think so. We did a lot of work. Besides I know your dad will probably take half, and I want you to have some too.”
“Yeah he will.”
“Make sure to hide it really good.”
“I will.”
I get up to walk him to the door. He turns around as he starts to walk out.

“Can I come over tomorrow?”
“I would like nothing better.” I say, and am rewarded with a smile.

“Besides I think I need to trim my hedges. You can rake up the mess.”
“OK.” He says, and hugs me. I hug him back, and he heads to his house.

I go out, and sit on the porch for a while. I take a Coke with me. I think about Tommy and wonder what his chores actually are in the house. Probably everything dishes, vacuuming, dusting. I know my mom never lifted a finger. I did it all. It was never, ever good enough either. I'm kind of sad knowing that is what he is going through too. I wish I could just take him, and disappear somewhere, and give him the life he deserves. I think again about calling CPS, and nix the idea. Knowing his dad will move. At least this way I can kind of keep an eye on him. His dad pulls in about an hour, and a half later. I see him, and wave. He waves back. I can see he is staggering a bit. Drunk already I'm thinking. I hope it’s a good night for my little friend. I sit for a little while longer. and glance at my phone. I see its 7:30. I think I better go make myself some dinner. I go into the house. and look in the fridge. I pull out a chicken breast. I decide I will make it lemon pepper I like that. So I rinse off the breast in the sink, and put it in a pan and hear a knock on my door.

Wonder who that could be I think. I wash of my hands, and go see.

Dick is standing there staggering back, and forth apparently more drunk then he was before. It’s why I never drank. I saw the change it made in my mom and my “uncles”. I never wanted to be like that. Alcohol has never crossed my lips because of that.

“Hey I was wonderin. Me, and some guys is gonna go out drinkin. I don't wanna leave the monster alone in my house. You think he can stay with you?”

I cringe inside. The monster. My house. Drinkin.

“Sure Tommy's a good boy. He will be no problem I'm sure.”
“If he is just give him a good smack. That straightens him out real good.”
“I will keep that in mind.”

“You do that. Spoil the rod, spare the child.” He says, and laughs.

“I mean spare the rod, and spoil the child.”
“I've heard that.”
“It’s true.” He slurs. “I’ll send him over in a minute.”
“OK.” I watch as he stumbles down my steps. He staggers over to “his” house. What a fucking jerk I think.

I go back to the kitchen, and take out another chicken breast seeing as how I’m going to have company. I prepare them both, and put them in the oven I had preheated. I go to the hall closet, and get out some sheets. I start making up the bed in the spare bedroom. I hear a knock on the door.

“Eric?” I hear Tommy say.

I go into the hall, and can see he’s alone.

“Come in my little friend.” I say smiling. He walks in carrying nothing but, a book. I figured he would at least have pajamas, or something. I go back into the spare bedroom and finish making up the bed.

“Wathcha doin?”
“Making up the bed for you.”
“Oh.”
“I’m making some dinner. I hope you like lemon pepper chicken.”
“Do you like it?”
“Yes.”
“Then I know I will like it.”
“I figure I will make some mashed potatoes, and some green beans to go with it.”
“That sounds pretty yummy.”
“I take it you didn't have dinner yet?”
He looks at me like I’m crazy.

“No I guess not.”
“So I was going to take a shower while the chicken is cooking. You can read your book, or watch TV if you want while I do that.”

“I’m dirty too. Can I take a shower with you?”
I’m thinking it’s not a good idea just in case his dad should pop over. I hear his truck start, and leave. I hear him hit something as he is leaving. Idiot I think. I hope he doesn't drive drunk with Tommy. But, I don't think he takes him too many places anyway. At least that's good.

“I suppose that's alright.”
I’m greeted with a smile to my answer.

“You got pajamas or something?”
“Nah dad says they are a waste of money. I sleep naked, or in my underwear.”

“I guess we should put your clothes in the washer with mine then huh?”
“I guess so.”

We head to the laundry room, and I strip down to nothing. He does as well. I see him eyeing my penis as I stand there, and put in the wash. I start it, and we walk to the restroom. I turn on the water, and wait to feel its temperature. I adjust it a bit so its a good temperature. I ask him to check it to make sure it’s not too hot, or cold for him. He puts his hand in, and says its good to him.

I step in and he gets in, and is in front of me. I get the soap, and a wash cloth. I sit down, and start washing him. He just closes his eyes, and enjoys me doing it for him. I wash his hair last. Once I am done with him I figure he will get out of the shower. But, he doesn't. I stand up and start to wash myself.

“I can do that for you if you want. It was nice when you did it for me.”
“I don't know. I never had anyone wash me before.”
“Can I try?”
“I'm worried I will get hard.”
He smiles when I say this.

“Its OK. I did.”
Not that I didn't notice as I washed him down there. I enjoyed seeing him hard I wont lie. I was careful though not to spend more time then needed washing him. I probably should have had him wash himself there. But, hey. I’m a pervert right?

I get back on my knees, and he starts washing my back first, and gets my neck really good. I like how he rubs my shoulders as he washes them. It is very relaxing to be honest. He comes around front of me, and washes my face as carefully as I washed his. He rinses it off carefully too making sure to get all the soap from my eyes before I open them as I did for him. He washes my chest, and tummy. I do get hard I just can’t help it.

“Stand up, so I can get the rest of you.”
He goes around back of me, and washes my bum then my legs, and has me lift my feet like I did for him and he scrubs them good too. He heads around front and I say.

“I can get my privates.”
He ignores me. and soaps up my cock. He is stroking the soap on it, and rubbing it in my balls as well. I am very turned on by this point, and it feels really great. I am feeling too good as he continues to make sure my cock is the cleanest part of my body. I gently remove his hands and he looks at me.

“But, you haven’t shot yet. I want to make you shoot.”
“Maybe another time.” I say. Much to my surprise. I have dreamed of this for years, and to say no is a surprise to me, and to him it appears. I just don't want him to think it’s the only reason I want him around. But, it was feeling fucking great his little hand stroking my cock. He goes down. and washes the front of my legs. When he comes back up he looks at my hard cock puts his hand around it again, and licks around the head.

“I can make you feel really good.”
“I'm sure you can. But, we need to check on dinner.” Hey a lame ass excuse is better then none. I nearly came when he swirled his tongue around it anyway. I reach up, and turn off the water. He lets go of my hardness. I can tell he is kind of sad I wont let him. I know he thinks its a nice thing for him to do for me, and it would be. But, again I don't want him to think its the only reason I want him here.

I grab a towel, and hand it to him. I admire his hardness as I do. He’s got a nice one for a boy. It’s a good three inches, and about as big around as my thumb. I wouldn't mind sucking on him for a while I think to myself. Maybe in time. I grab another towel for me, and dry off. I comb his hair with my brush.

“My you are a handsome boy.” I say.

He takes the brush from my hand.

“I got to do yours now.” He says.

“OK.” I sit on the toilet, and he brushes my hair. He is very careful, and presses softly. He takes a while and does it several times to make sure its just right. He finally smiles.

“Perfect.”
“Thank you,” I say and kiss his cheek.

“I like your hair.”

‘I like your hair.”
I head to my bedroom, and get a pair of sleeping pants for me. I grab a t-shirt for him. I slip my pants on and he looks a the t-shirt.

“Can’t I stay naked?”
“Why don’t you put on the t-shirt until at least after dinner.”
“OK.” He says, and slip sit over his head.

It’s just long enough to cover his private parts, and his cute little butt. I head to the kitchen him following. I check the timer, and we have about twenty minutes for the chicken to get done. I think it’s too late to peel potatoes so get out a box of instant. I grab a can of green beans, as well and put it on the counter for when the chicken is nearly done. I purposely set the timer five minutes early to allow time to make the side dishes. So it’s all done at the same time. I head to the living room, and he picks up his book when we get in there. I think that’s a fine idea we can read. I figured he would prefer to watch TV. But, I sit down, and pick up my book from the end table then turn on the reading lamp. He sits next to me as I start to read he opens his book and start reading. I hear him chuckle here, and there as he does. I hear the timer go off, and I get up. He starts to get up and I say to him.

“You can read if you want. I just have to get the other things done.”
“I’d rather help you.”
“See that's why I know your a good boy.”
He just smiles a little. I think he is starting to believe me some about it. I will continue giving him positive reassurances as much as I can. It took years to get the negative in. It may take that long to get the positive in. We go out to the kitchen, and I start water boiling on the stove for the potatoes. I put the green beans in a dish, as well as some butter, salt, and pepper. Then I slip them in the microwave. Once the water is boiling I add the butter, and milk to the mixture. Followed by the mashed potato mixture. I prefer real. But, this is fine too. I stir it in as he watches. The microwave ding,s and I hand him a pot holder. I ask him take the beans to the table. I scoop the mashed potatoes into a bowl, and when he comes back I have him take that as well. I get out two plates, and the needed cutlery. I ask him to set those on the table as well. I pull out the chicken, and it’s lovely. It looks, and smells fantastic. I use the oven mitt, and take it to the table. I put it on a pot holder so it doesn’t scorch the table. I put a breast on his plate and one on mine. I scoop out mashed potatoes for me, and slide the bowl to him. He follows suit, and gets about the same amount I do. I get some beans, and do the same. He gets more then I do. Apparently he likes them a lot. I cut off a piece of my chicken.

“I forgot sodas. What would you like?” I ask.

“I’ll get them.” He says and is back in a flash with a Coke for me, and Sunkist for him.

“Thank you. I suppose we should use glasses. But, I think the can is fine.”
“It’s good for me.” He says. He cuts off a piece of chicken, and blows on it. He puts it in his mouth and chews.

“You cook good.”
“I make some things OK. But, I'm no chef.”
“I like it a lot.” He says as he takes a bite of green beans.

“Your green beans are real good too. I watched how you made them. So now I can do like that too.”
“See your a smart boy.”
“If you say so.” He says, and takes another bite of chicken.

“I do say so.”
We finish the rest of the meal without talking other then a little here, and there. He asks me how I make the chicken, and I tell him. He asks why I got the breasts instead of just legs. I tell him I like them better. He agrees he does too. But, legs are good too. He tells me. I agree chicken is tasty no matter what piece.

Once we get done. He helps me take the dishes to the kitchen. I put them in the sink, and start the water. I add some soap and he pulls up a chair next to me.

“Whatcha doin buddy?”
“Figured I can rinse since you fed me so good.”
“You don't have to. I got this.”
“No I want to help.”

“See a good boy.” I say and rub my hand on his back.

“If you say so.”
“I do.” And I start washing the dishes while he rinses them, and puts them in the rack.

“Why don't you use the dish washer?”
“Because I like Greta.”
“What?”

“It’s kind of a joke I have. I like the teen girl activist Greta Thornburg. She is always tweeting about things for the environment. I think it’s funny. So when I do something like this that's better for the environment I say its because I like her.”
“Oh.”

“It’s not a good joke. But, it amuses me.”
“It’s funny. I think it would be funnier if I knew who you were talking about though.”
“I will show you when we get done.”
“Cool.”
“See smart boys are curious, and eager to learn when they don't know something.”
“OK.” He says without agreeing, or disagreeing.

Once we get done. I head to the living room, and pick up my phone. I pull up my twitter account and show him Greta and what she says.

“She is kinda funny isn't she?”
“Yeah and smart too, like you are.”
“So you want to go back to reading. or watch a movie?”
“I kinda want to read if that's OK?”
“Sure its OK. I want you to do what makes you happy.”
“I like this book, and it’s kind of fun to read. I hope your not mad.”
“Buddy I will never get mad at you for reading.”
“You sure?”
“I was hoping you would say read. Because I'm interested in the book I'm reading.”
“Whats it about?”
“It’s about Winston Churchill. He was the Prime minister of England for most of world war 2.”
“That's the one with Hitler right?”
“Yes it was.”
“He wasn't very nice was he?”
“No he was a pretty mean person. To put it mildly.”
“Yeah I don't like mean people. My dad is mean. He made me do stuff when he got home.”

Without thinking I asked.

“Like what?”
“He made me suck him. I don't like doing that for him because he makes me. Its different if I want to. Like with you.”
“I'm sorry I shouldn't have asked.”
“Its OK.

“No its not. He shouldn't make you do that.”
“No I meant it was OK you asked.”
“If you ever just want to talk about stuff. I will listen and I wont judge you.”
“I know. Its cuz you care. I mean you care for real. Not just to get me to do stuff. I always know when he wants me to do stuff cuz hes all nice until I do it. But, sometimes if I tell him no. Well he isn't nice anymore, and I still have to do it. Like tonight he was all nice. I figure I might as well do it cuz I’m gonna have to anyway. So he says I can keep the ten dollars you paid me. So I guess I’m lucky in a way.”
I just put my arm around him, and hug him to me. I'm thinking poor guy has to suck a dick to keep his own money. How fucked up is that. Then he thinks he’s lucky. I really do hate this fucking guy.

He opens his book, and starts reading. He has his knees up, and is exposing his nice little cock for me to see. I know he isn't doing it on purpose. But, I cant concentrate on my book as I keep glancing down. I feel like a shit for doing it. Especially with what he just told me. But, I’m not hurting him. My cock does swell as I’m looking though. He flips a page, and I look back to my book. He sees my cock is hard. He puts his hand on it and squeezes. I try to ignore it. He continues reading, and leaves his hand on my cock. I glance down, and his is hard now as well. Oh fuck me I think. I go back to reading, and am actually doing pretty good as I am actually reading not just looking at the pages. After each page turn I look down, and his hand is still on my cock I could feel that. But, his cock is still hard as well. I see he yawns. I read some more and I see him yawn a few more times.

“You ready for bed Tommy?”
“I am but, I want to finish this chapter first.”
“I understand that.”
I go back to my book, and I feel him go limp next to me. I see his book still in his hand is against his chest. His eyes are closed, and he is out like a light. I carefully lift the book from his hand, and mark his place. I set my book next to me on the table as well. I pick him up, and carry him to the spare room. I put him in the bed and cover him up.

I kiss his forehead and say.

“Good night my smart little friend.”
He smiles in his sleep, and I go out, and turn out the living room light. I grab my book as I’m not ready for bed yet. I go, and put our clothes in the dryer. Then I go to my room, and slip under the covers. I turn on my lamp, and read for about an hour or so. I am about to go to sleep when Tommy appears in my doorway. Standing there naked.

“Eric can I sleep with you? I’m scared.”
I just slide over and throw back the covers. He walks over, and climbs in next to me. I cover him up, and I’m propped up reading with three pillows. He drapes his arm over my belly, and lays his head above it. He is asleep again in seconds. I finish the chapter, and put my book on the nightstand then turn out the light. I pull one pillow out, and toss it on the floor. I slide down, and I roll over to face him, and wrap my arm around him. I can feel his little bit pressed against my tummy. It feels nice. I gently rub his naked back side as I doze off. I wake up around 3 am because I’m of an age where sometimes you wake up at night to pee. My cock is rock hard, and pressed firmly between his boy cheeks. I think a moment. and realize what it is. I gently rub up, and down a few times it feels very nice even with my sleeping pants between us. Carefully I get out of bed not to wake him, and go pee. I get back, and climb back in bed. I’m on my back, and he rolls over snuggling up to me. This I could get used to really fast I think. I doze off and I feel his hand move down on my cock. I know he’s sleeping. But, its still nice to feel. I am asleep soon after that. I sleep the rest of the night really well. I wake up, and his head is laying on my cock. He is facing me, and we are uncovered to there. I see he has drooled in his sleep, and my cock is wet from it. Well the fabric anyway. I see his mouth open, and I am thinking bad thoughts. Ones that I’m sure his dad would think. Just slide it in. I feel my cock bounce at the thought of him last night licking it. How good that felt. I can’t imagine how amazing it would feel if he did what his dad has taught him. I’m sure he is very good at it. I just lay there a while, and look at him. Thinking better thoughts. How I want to teach him to be better. No matter what his dad, or anyone says to him. He stirs a bit, and scratches his nose. He lays his hand on the head of my hard cock, and gives a little squeeze. I just cant take it anymore as I am about to explode. I slide out from under him carefully, and head to the restroom. I pull out my throbbing cock, and start to beat it like I’m trying to pull it out by the root. I am so into it I don't even notice he walks in. I feel his hand start to play with my balls, and I shoot my load all over the back of the toilet. I groan as I shoot seven hard shots.

“I would have done that for you.”
“I know buddy. I just don't want you to think that's why I want you here.” I say trying to catch my breath.

“I know it’s not.” He says, and he licks the cum from the head of my cock, and slips it in his mouth and milks me dry. I am amazed at how amazing it feels even after I just came.

Once I’m dry he lets me loose.

“Yours tastes good.”
“I tried it once I didn't really see any taste to it really.”
“Some of it tastes really bad. Yours is nice though. Whats it feel like to have someone suck you?”

“You mean no one has ever done it for you before?”
“No.” He says looking sad.

“Well, that's hardly fair.” I say. He steps up to the toilet, and starts to pee. I head back to the bedroom, and he walks back in a moment later.

“Would you want me to suck you so you know?”
“Would you really?” He asks surprised, and with a smile.

“I think it’s only fair. Hop up here.” I say, and pat the bed next to me.

He climbs up, and is soft from peeing.

“I have to be honest with you. I haven't ever really done this before. I read lots of stories about it, and I know what I think I like. I haven't really had a lot of sex. So if I do something you don't like tell me OK?”

“OK.” He says, and smiles. Truth be told I have only had 4 blow jobs in my life. All in college, and I liked them just fine. I just never could trust anyone to be in a relationship with them. I reach down, and I touch his nipple. I gently stroke it. I reach down and kiss his ruby red lips. I move, and kiss his neck. Then start to gently work down his body giving gentle kisses as I go. I stop at each nipple, and I lick them a moment because my nipples at his age were super sensitive. I can tell he likes it as his cock is hard now, as well as his nipples. I move down, and start to kiss his tummy. I reach up with my hand, and gently massage his balls. I slide down further, and I look at his pretty three inches. After a quick moment I take it in my mouth. I have never had a cock in my mouth though I have dreamed of it often. I slowly slide up, and down on it and he lets out a moan. I guess I'm doing something right. I lift off, and hold it while I swirl my tongue around the head as he did to me last night. I know that felt good I wanted to do it to him as well.

“Oh Oh Oh.” he says. As I do this. I take him back into my mouth, and I start to suck him. I am really enjoying having his cock in my mouth. My cock is again rock hard. I start stroking it as I suck him. I pull him out of my sleeping pants, and really start tugging on him. I am sucking Tommy, and I am moaning as I do because it feels good me jerking too. Tommy lifts his knees up, and I slide a finger down to his pucker, and start to rub it as I'm sucking, and jerking. I am sliding him in, and out of my mouth and his cock is very wet. I want to slide me finger in him, and am worried it will hurt him. But, I have to feel him inside. I gently push in, and his pucker gives way. I have read about rubbing the prostate, and I reach my finger in his little hole to feel for it. I find it easily enough. Just like in the stories it’s pretty much right behind the cock. I start rubbing it, and I’m starting to go faster on his cock as I am about to cum myself again. I am slipping my finger in, and out of him wishing it was my cock in him. Feeling the tightness of his hole around my cock instead of my finger. I am making sure to hit his prostate every time, and he grabs hold of the top of my head and starts pumping his hard three inches into my mouth. I feel his ass start to constrict, and pulse around my finger. I can feel his cock bouncing. I know he is cumming from this.

” OH OH OH.” He keeps repeating. He stops pulsing, and I keep sucking and bobbing on him. He pulls it out of my mouth.

“OH it feels too good.” He says as he does. I sit up and am stroking my cock, and I let lose of my cum. I shoot it all over his still hard cock, and his cute tight tummy. Some of it skims up, and lands on his cheek. He is smiling as I am cumming. Which makes it even better for me. I am panting, and let go of my last shot. While I rub my cock against his. As I do to feel it next to mine. It feels wonderful as I shoot my last volley then a few dribbles. Seeing his hard cock there with my cum on it was so thrilling. I bend back down, and lick it off his cock. I have never desired to do that before But, It was so hot to me when I did it. I nearly came again. I thought I was going to I pumped several more times hard, and fast. But, It was no to be, Just aftershocks I guess.

I lay down next to him and I put my arm over his chest.

“That was awesome.” He says smiling.

“I tell you what. I have never came so hard in my entire life.” I say to him.

“Really?”
“Really. That was the most amazing orgasm I every had. I thought I was going to pass out for a second.”
“It was really good. But, when you started hitting that spot inside me. That made it so much more amazingly better.”
“I was kind of scared to do that.”
“Don't. It was awesome. I want you to do that a lot.” He says excited.

“Well if you want to that is.” He says remembering who is is sadly.

“I will do that for you all the time if you want. I think its only fair you get yours too.”
“Can I do yours next time?” He asks.

“Maybe.” But, I think we should stick with just this for a while.”
“But, like you said its only fair.” He says smiling.

“We will see.”
He sees the cum on his face, and wipes it off and looks at his hand. He licks it off.

“Maybe you can put it in me then?”
“I'm not sure about letting you suck me let alone that.”
“I think you would do it good. I think you wouldn't just fuck me. Because that hurts. I think you would be careful, and make it so it feels good to me too.”
“I don't know. Lets go get something to eat for breakfast, and I will think about it. I slide my cock back into my sleeping pants, and we head out to the kitchen. I see his dads truck isn't home yet. Probably got too drunk, and passed out. Or went to some friends house and passed out. Who knows. I don't really care other than I cant keep Tommy for ever. I wish I could but, I cant.

We head to the kitchen his little peter a little red from me sucking him. I'm kind of proud of my self. I was kind of worried I couldn't do it. But, apparently I did a good job. At least he thought so. I say to him.

“Lets try the Cocoa puffs. What do ya say?”
“Yeah.” He says smiling.

“I'm kind of excited to try it to be honest with you. I never had it, and I always wanted to when I was your age. I had forgotten until we were at the store. I thought what I always wanted to try when I was your age. I thought I'm cu koo for Cocoa Puffs.” I say imitating the silly cartoon bird which makes him laugh. So I get out bowls for us, and makes some toast. I put butter on mine, and strawberry jam on his. I sit the little plates on the table. He pours himself some orange juice. I pour me some coffee. We go sit at the table I got the box tucked under my arm, and the milk in my hand.

“Hey Tommy go get some spoons please.”
“Sure buddy.” He says.

I smile he calls me buddy.

I pour some in his bowl, and some in mine. I add milk seeing as how its still full. I don't want him to chance spilling it again. He brings back spoons and a couple napkins.

He hands me one.

“See a smart boy. I forgot those too.”
He just smiles at me. We start eating. I take a few bites he takes a few bites.

“So what’s the verdict?” I ask him.

He looks at me.

“I like the toast.” He says.

“Yeah they kind of suck huh?”
“They are OK,” He says.

“Yeah they ain’t all that. I like corn flakes better.”
“Yeah. But, they aren’t horrible or nuthin,” He says, and takes another bite.

“Yeah they aint horrible.” I say, and take another bite.

“Yeah I like corn flakes better too.” He says.

“Well live and learn.”
“Yeah.”
So we finish the pretty icky cereal. Because neither of us will dare waste it. We have both been beaten for that I'm sure. But, I bet it isn't our first choice again. I drink the milk, and its the only good part of the cereal.

“Maybe the Lucky Charms will be better.” I say.

“Yeah. Probably.” He says and drinks the milk from the bowl like I did.

“I like the milk though.”
“Yeah I did too. It was like eating chocolate rice krispies. But, not as good.”

“Ready to go sit on the porch for a while?”
“I want to do whatever you want to do.”
“Well I want to do whatever you want to do.” I say to him.

“I want to suck you.”
I smile.

“Let’s go sit on the porch.”
He smiles back at me, and starts to head to the porch.

“Don't you think you should put on some clothes first?”
He looks down.

“I’m so stupid.”
“Are you now?” I say and raise my eye brows.

He lets out a sigh as he has heard me do several times now.

He gets on the floor.

“I am a smart boy.”
“Yes you are. You even remembered napkins.”
“I am a smart boy.”
“Yes you are a very clever boy.”
“I am a smart boy.”
“Yes, and going to be a strong one too with all the push ups.”
“I am a smart boy.”
“Yes and a good reader too.”
“I am a smart boy.”
“Yes and I’m proud of you too.”
He looks at me from the ground as he pushes up the last one.

“Really?”
“Yes I am.”
“Why no one has ever been proud of me before?” He gets up on his knees. and then stands up.

“Because the book I gave you is meant for boys older then you around eleven or twelve. You are reading it like its nothing.”
“Really? I didn't know that.”
“Yeah, and your what nine.”
“Yeah.”
“So you are reading a book made for boys, and girls a good two years older then you. See you are a smart boy. One day you will realize it.”
“Or be really strong if I don't huh?”
I laugh at his comment. He giggles too.

“There is that too.” I say smiling. “See a clever boy as I said.”
“Eric?”
“Yes?”
“Why do you care if I think I’m smart or not?”
I get down on my knee in front of him so I can look him in the eyes.

“Because Tommy. People have told you for a long time that your stupid. Probably said you wouldn't amount to anything too. Am I right?”
“Yeah.”
“When I was little I was told the same thing. Now look at me. I'm not rich at all. But, I own my house. I don't make payments to the bank I OWN my house. I own my car. Everything I have I have paid for. To a lot of people that is a huge accomplishment. I was told I was stupid, dumb, and ugly my whole life. I was told I would never amount to anything. I have my own business. I rarely work, and I make pretty good money doing it. I make about a hundred, and fifty thousand dollars a year after taxes. I think I'm doing pretty good for not amounting to nothing. I don't want you to go through your life with doubts like I did. When I was in school in seventh grade. I had a teacher who was like me when he was little. He knew my life without me telling him. He took me aside, and he helped me. Because of him I have what I have. Otherwise who knows what I would have become. I could have worked at a restaurant my whole life. I'm not saying people that work at them are bad. They work hard, and they certainly earn their money. They are good people. But, most of them could do so much better if they just had a little push from someone who cared. I know that those people struggle to pay their bills, and their lives are hard. It sucks to work so hard, and just get by. I don't want that for you. I want you to be a successful person, and to make a lot of money if that's your desire. Or if you choose to do something that doesn't make a lot too I want to to be successful at that too. Do you understand?”
“I think so.”
“What aren't you sure about?”
“You said if I do something that doesn't make lots of money. You want me to be successful at that too.”
“OK my little friend. A lot of people go into fields that they want to help people in like teachers or social workers. They make shit pay compared to what say I make. They may make half of what I make if they are lucky. But, they want to help people, and that is their goal. Say you want to do that. I think that's great and I will support you with that. But, you are so smart you can do anything that I am sure of.”
“I'm not smart enough to be a doctor or nuthin like that.”
“Maybe you are. I know its hard to be a doctor. But, I think if you set your mind to it. That you could.”
“You think so?”
“I'm certain of it. What would you like to do when you grow up.”
“I don't know I never really thought about it. I figured I would do construction like my dad.”
“Is that what you want to do?”
“I don't know. I think its neat and stuff. But I like looking at the big old buildings, and I think of who made them. I think that's pretty neat.”
“So you mean who designed them to look like that?”
“Yeah. See your smart you know what I'm trying to say even though I don't know exactly how to say it.”
“You are talking about architects. Are you good at math?”
“Yeah math is easy.”
“Good. Because you have to be really good at it to go into that. Later I will show you what they do on the computer, and you can see if its really what you think you would like to do.”
He smiles at me. “Cool.”
“Yeah cool.”
“Eric?”
“Yes?”

“How much do they make?”
“Just a guess but, I would guess in New York where we live I would say around 125,000 a year maybe more. I think it really depends on how good you are.”
“How much you guess my dad makes a year?”

“If he works year round I would guess 35 to 40,000 a year.”
“He don't work year round.”
“So maybe 20 to 30,000 a year.”
“So I would make lots more then him then?”
“Yes.”
“Cool. I definitely want to do that. Then I can tell him he ain't amounted to nuthin." He says with an evil grin.

“Yeah.” I say, and return the evil grin. “Lets get dressed.” I say, and pat him on his butt to get him going in the right direction.

“But, we didn't put them in the dryer.”
“I did after you went to sleep.”
“Cool.”
“Yeah see. I'm smart too.”
“Yeah.”
I get out the clothes, and I hand him his. I strip out of my sleeping pants, and slip on what I had on yesterday. He stares at me while I am naked. I think he really does want to do that for me. But, I am OK doing it for him. Sure I spewed all over him. But, somehow that's different for me. I just want to be sure. He gets dressed, and we go sit on the porch. I get another coffee. He gets more orange juice after he asks me three times if its OK.

Finally I say to him that I never drink it, and if he doesn't I may as well pour it in the sink.

He smiled, and got a glass.

We go, and sit on the porch. I see the old lady walking her little dog he talked to yesterday. He gets up quick, and goes out to talk to her. He pets her little dog as he does. I just watch, and the lady smiles, and the dog wags his tail. I see Tommy smiling too. After a couple minutes he comes back up and sits down. He takes a sip of his orange juice.

“I like Barney.”
Me totally oblivious. Thinks hes talking about the purple dinosaur.

“OK.”
“Yeah hes soft. Mrs Bernstein says hes a Yorkie. I told her I'm a Yorkie too since I live in New York. She laughed at my joke. Shes nice.”
“Oh that's her name. I always see her, and we always wave. But, I didn't know her name.”
“Yeah her husband died three years ago. And he got her Barney when he was a puppy. She says she misses him a lot, and I remind her of her grandson.”
“That's nice. Well, not that her husband died. That's sad. But, you reminding her of her grandson is nice.”
“Yeah he moved to California. She says everyone is leaving, and shes sad about it. She says she thought about moving to Florida. But, she would miss the neighborhood too much. That and she says Florida is too dam hot.”
I chuckle at his saying its too dam hot like an old lady.

“Florida is too dam hot. Texas is too dam hot too. I like it here. I like the snow.”
“Me too.” He says and smiles. “She says she likes you that you seem nice.”
“I wonder how she came to that?”
“Because you always wave, and smile at her. That, and she says you seem like your nice to me. She also said its good that you are telling me to be an architect.”
“I didn't tell you to do that. You said you want to be that.”
“You know what I mean. She said you are encouraging me is what she said.”
“Yes, and shes right about that.”
“I told her you make me do push ups when I say I’m stupid, and make me say I am a smart boy.”
“She says your a smart man, not to let me say bad things about myself.”
I'm thinking how in the hell did he talk this much in the five minutes he was down there.

“She said she is going to make cookies tomorrow for both of us.”
“Did you tell her I just bought a ton of cookies?”

“No I didn't want to hurt her feelings.”
“Your a sweet boy.”
“That's what she said.”
"You know if you hear something from one person maybe its right maybe not. If you hear it from two maybe you should think about it.”
“Yeah.” He says and blushes.

We sit, and talk for about an hour after that. He’s really very smart about a lot. I wish he could see it. I think he will. He’s really fun to talk to, and he is very funny. I wish his dad saw how great he is. But, hes a jerk off loser who cant see greatness in front of him. His loss.
“I guess we better get those bushes trimmed back huh?” I say.
“You da boss.” He says smiling.

“No I’m just a friend. Whose getting help from another friend.”
“Yeah.” He says smiling.

We go to the garage, and I get out the hand held hedge clippers. Not the electric.

“I figured you wold have electric ones. But I guess you like Greta huh?” He says.

“Yes I like Greta.” I say, and playfully rub his head. “Now go get the rake cheeky boy.”
“Whats a cheeky boy?”
“Its a smart alleck. But, in a good way.”
“Oh.”

“I like that when you don't understand something you ask me.”
“I like that I can.” He says smiling at me. He turns to get the rake, and I start on the front hedges. We work across the front, and a cop car pulls up in front of my house.

“What the fuck?” I'm thinking.

The cop gets out with his partner, and walks up to me.

“You Eric?” He asks.

“Yes.”
“This boy Tommy?”
“Yes.”
“Well, I got some news for ya. His dad last night was drinkin, and got in a wreck. He got hurt pretty bad. Hes gonna live. But, this is his fifth DUI, and hes gonna go to prison for a while after he gets outta the hospital. He says he needs you to come, and see him.”
“Sure which hospital?”
“Bellvue.”
“Bellvue? What was he doing up that way?”
“Got me.” The cop tells me his room number, and I write it down. After he leaves Tommy, and I put all the stuff in the garage. I lock up the house, and we walk down to the train station. I ain't driving to Bellvue. Fuck that.

We start walking to the train.

“Eric?”
“Yes?”
“You think he will let me stay with you?”
“I doubt it.”
“But, I want to stay with you.”
“I would like that very much. But, I don't have any say in it.”
“I wish you did.”
“Me too.”
We get to the train, and after a few transfers we finally get to the hospital We go to his room, and walk in. He is how can I say this. He is fucked up. He has both legs in casts, and one arm. He has a few IVs in his arm that's free.

“Sorry I had you come all the fucking way up here. Didn't have no choice. Fucking cops say I'm going to fucking prison for five to fifteen fucking years. I need to you take the monster to my sister in Brooklyn. She will take care of him.”
“I want to stay with Eric,” Tommy says.

“You cant fucking stay with him. You are going to stay with your aunt that's final. You little fucker. I don't care what you want.”
“I am going to stay with Eric.”
“You are so lucky I’m fucking fucked up Id give you a beating like you never had talking to me like that. Your gonna fucking do what I tell ya.”
“No. I'm staying with Eric. Hes my friend and I like him, and he likes me. He’s nice to me. She’s a mean, drunk, bitch just like you.”
“You little no good piece of shit. I'm gonna have her beat you like you never been beat before.”
I'm just watching. I'm frozen I can’t do shit. It’s like my child hood I am totally powerless over this situation. I want to help. But, I can’t. I guess mom was right I am a pussy.

“No you listen to me you no good mother fucker.” Tommy says to him very calmly. Then he leans close, and says something I don't hear.

“You would wouldn't you you little shit.”
Tommy smiles, and nods his head.

“Fine. You can stay with him.”
I'm shocked completely. Tommy takes my hand, and we start to walk out of the room.

“When you get out don't bother coming to get me. I’m staying with Eric forever. If I see you again it will be too soon.” He says.

Then we leave the room. We walk down, and he is starting to shake a little. I pick him up and carry him. He is shaking pretty bad now. I know how scared he is. I just hold him, and walk to the elevator. And we go down and head to the train. We get on and he is starting to calm down.

“You are so brave.” I say to him.

“I was so scared.”
“Me too. But, you stood up to him. I'm so proud of you for that.”
He hugs me tight.

“I hope you were serious about me staying with you.”
“Of course I was. I just got to figure out what I need to do to make it legal.”
“I know you will figure it out.”

After a long train ride home we get back to the house, and I am worn out from the trip, and the mental anguish. I'm done working for the day that's for sure. We get back, and since we missed lunch, and its nearly dinner time I go to the kitchen. I get out two more chicken breasts I slice them, and bread then with an egg batter, and a bit of hot sauce. I pan fry them. As I cut them up I get some fries from the freezer, and put then on a cookie sheet. Then put them in the oven. I bake them as I fry the tenders I made. I make a little gravy to dip them in. Maybe I lived in Texas too long. I put it on plates for us, and he being the good boy he is has already set the table, and got us cokes, and napkins. He got another Sunkist orange. I guess he likes them.

We don't really talk much until we sit down.

“What did you say to him to make him change his mind?”
“I told him that I would tell the cops he likes to fuck me in the ass, and has his friends do it too. I told him I know where he hides the videos of it too.”
“See you are a smart boy.”
“Yes I am a smart boy.” He says smiling to himself.

He takes a bite of the chicken tender.

“Wow this is super good.” He says smiling.

“Yeah I eat a lot of chicken. I can make it a lot of different ways.”

“Whats the gravy for?”
I put it in little cups on the plate.

“I guess Texas stuck in me a little.” I say, and dip the tender in the gravy.

“Oh.”
I squirt some ketchup on my plate and dip in a fry. He gets the ketchup from me, and does the same. He dips the tender in the gravy.

“I like that too.”
“Its probably horrible for you. But, it tastes dam good like that.”
“Yeah it does.” He says, and dips, and takes another bite.

“I guess later we need to go over to your dads house, and get your clothes and things.

“I ain't got hardly any clothes. I just want to get a few things. Like the money you gave me. Get the videos I told my dad about. So I can keep them, and if he ever tries to do anything to me again. I can get him sent far away from me forever. I also want to get the other book you gave me too.”
“We can do whatever you want buddy. You are free of him now.”

“Eric?”
“Yes?”
“You sure you want me here?”
“Yes.”
“Eric?”
“Yes?”
“I think I’m happy.”
“I think I am too.”
“You know what?”

“What buddy?”
“I'm so glad he cant hit me anymore.”
“I'm am very glad of that too.”
“Eric?”
“Yes?”
“You really sure you want me here.”
I stop eating.

“Come here.” I say patting my lap.

He gets up and comes over and slides up on my lap.

I hug him tight to me. I whisper in his ear.

“Tommy, I am so pleased you can stay with me. I don't know what to do. I haven't had a lot of practice being happy. So to be honest I'm not really sure what I'm supposed to do. It’s all pretty new to me. I mean I get through my days. I don't have any problems. I think its a good day. I think this is probably the best day in my life.” I kiss him on top of the head.

“Yeah.” He says. That yeah said it all. I know he feels the same way. I hug him a good minute and I tell him.

“Now go eat your dinner before it gets cold.”
“Kay.”
When he sits down he says.

“Sometimes my dad would buy them frozen chicken tenders. I thought they were pretty good til I had yours. Now I know they are gross.”
“They aren't too bad.”
“Compared to these they are gross.”
He says, and dips it in the gravy.

“Tomorrow is Sunday so I can’t call a lawyer. I guess I will have to wait until Monday to do that.”
“OK.”
“I wonder if I should send you to school Monday or not.”
“Got me.”
“I think I will keep you home Monday, and find out what the lawyer says first.”
“Kay.”

After dinner we go, and wash the dishes together. We are laughing and joking a little. Its pretty nice. After that we go, and get the stuff from his house. He wasn't kidding he didn't have much. He got his two other pairs of pants, and a couple of t-shirts, and a sweater. He only has two pairs of underwear. He removes a board in his closet and pulls out a box. He opens it and in it is his money. He smiles at me.

“Good hiding spot.”
“Yeah he never would find it.”
He goes to his dads room that smells like sweat, and stale beer. There are empty beer cans everywhere. Tommy goes over next to the closet door, and slides the trim away from the wall. He takes out a few flash drives. He reaches in further, and pulls out a band aid box. He opens it, and takes out about a thousand dollars in cash. He hands it to me.
“Here it’s for the lawyer.”
“No you keep it.”
“No it’s too much money for a boy. I want you to have it for the lawyer.”
“Tommy I will pay for the lawyer. Don't worry about it.”
“But, I want to please.”
I put the money in my pocket, and smile at him. What I’m going to do is put it in the bank for his college. I will let him think otherwise. It’s not a bad lie. Because I didn't say it. I just wont tell him what I really did with it. He looks around, and he gets up on the bed. He whips out his penis, and pisses all over the bed. Giggling the entire time he does. I cant say it doesn't amuse me. As I am laughing, as he does.

“Piss on him.” He says. He finishes, and puts up his equipment, and gets off the bed. He looks around the room one last time. We go to the kitchen, and he looks around in it. He opens the fridge and its bare. Not even a box of baking soda. The thing is the entire house except his dads room is sparkling clean. I'm guessing that was his job.

“Where is his girlfriend.” I ask.

“She left a while ago. A week ago I think. He hit her, and she said she was leaving. She does it all the time. She always comes back though. But, I ain't even going to talk to her. If she sees me. Think we should take her jewelry?”
“No. We aren't thieves.”
“No I guess not. Prolly ain't worth nothing anyway.”
“Probably not.”
“You want anything else from here?”
“No. Lets go home.” He says, and takes my hand.

We walk to “our” home, and go inside.

We sit in the living room for a while, and read.

“Can we take a shower together again?”
“If you want to.”
“Yeah. It felt good you washing me, and I liked doing it to you too.”

So they head to the bathroom, and carefully wash each other, and enjoy the soft touches from the other. Tommy is ready for bed after wards seeing as he is nude.

After reading for a while Tommy dozes off, and as the previous night I carry him to the guest bedroom now Tommy's. I lay him on the bed, and tuck him in. I give him a kiss on the forehead.

“I hope we are doing the right thing buddy.”

Then I head to the bathroom, and grab the dirty clothes. I fish the things from their pockets, and put them on top of the dryer. I eye the flash drives, and I wish I wasn't. But, I was curious. I grab the stuff from our pockets the cash he gave me earlier, the flashers, and various other things we collect in our pockets in a day. I walk in my room, and set them on the dresser. I eye the flash drives again, and am more then curious. I pick them up, and I head to my office. I slide one in and titles appear. Tommy's Cherry. Tommy's birthday gift. Tommy takes two. Tommy's first suck at 5. I read through the list, and I am hard thinking of it. But, I think I am betraying Tommy's trust if I open them. I upload all of them to the cloud. Just for future use. Maybe? Hard to say if this little guy will really be mine or not. I guess I will know more when I talk to a lawyer on Monday. I head back to my room when I upload the over 200 files of Tommy's videotaped sex life. I lay on my bed, and close my eyes. I nearly doze off as I feel Tommy crawling in the bed on the other side. I lay still as I am almost asleep and don't want to lose that good point between wake, and almost asleep. I feel him crawl over next to me, and put his head on my chest. He drapes his arm over me, and I feel him press his nude body up against me. I lift an arm, and wrap it around him, and then I went to the land of nod.

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