Date: Fri, 19 Nov 2004 16:50:17 -0800 From: Kevin Harness Subject: Save The Boy, Part 3 Once again, all the usual disclaimers hold true. If you are under 18 or think that you might be, you are not supposed to be reading this story per most of the laws and statutes that I'm aware of. Also, your local laws and / or statutes may not let you read this kind of a story at all: that of boylove, which is to say that even though all the actors playing these parts are over 18, there might be a character in the story who is below the age of 18 and who has sex. Yeah, I know. But oh well. Read on. =============================================================================== Chapt 3 I was working at my desk when I felt my cell phone go off. It vibrates for about two or three rings worth of time, then shifts over to actual ringing. This usually allowed me to get out of the building and pick up the call by the second ring. "Hello?" I answered. "Hi, Donny? It's Jeremy." "What's up?" I decided was the best course of language to find out if he was at my apartment, was out on the streets, or what. "I'm using the phone from your apartment to call you, I hope you don't mind. I wanted to ask if it was OK if I used it to call a couple people locally to........ sorta handle some stuff," he explained. I looked at my phone. Duh! Yeah, it was my home phone alright. I hadn't even looked. "Uh, sure, I guess so, long as the calls are local, that should be ok. Yeah," I said. "Cool, thanks," he responded. And then there was a short-but-it-seemed-like-forever pause where I had assumed he was going to say something, like goodbye, or whatever, but hadn't. "What?" I asked. "Um, is it OK if I owe you the $20 and handle a couple things with it," he inquired. "Sure. I gave it to you, no strings attached. It's yours." "Ok." And again the long silence after he quit talking. "Yes you can stay if you want to or need to, if that's what you're having trouble figuring out how to ask," I said, smiling. "Are you sure?" "Is all my stuff still there, the apartment's not burned to the ground, and there hasn't been a big drug-bust party since I left this morning?" I joked. "I think everything's just about how you left it," Jeremy said, not sure if all of my query was a joke or not. "Ok. Then yes," I continued, "you can stay and my 'Save The Boy' ticket is still valid." He made a brief sound of laughter, then, "Thanks. What time do you get home, by the way?" "I'm off work about 4:30p, but sometimes 5p, but I go work-out on the way home, so usually by about 6pm." "Ok, cool, I guess I'll see ya then," he said. "Ok, bye for now," I returned, and clicked my phone off. The day went fairly quickly, and I almost forgot about having a new roommate, until I walked into my apartment. It smelled......funny. Curiously like cooked hamburger. I rounded the corner to go see what was happening in my kitchen when Jeremy.......only it wasn't Jeremy.... but it WAS Jeremy, met me about half-way, smiling just about as big as I'm sure his face could handle. He'd had his hair cut considerably shorter, but my GOD it looked......hot! It had some sort of gel in it that left it sorta wet-looking, it still hung a bit long and seemed to bounce and dance as he moved. And it was cut across his forehead right above his eyes, which seemed to be framed perfectly by his haircut. And he'd been cooking! "Who are you and w-h-a-t have you done with Jeremy?" I asked incredulously, smiling despite myself. He beamed even more, if that was possible. "Haircut's cool, huh?" he chided. "I got it done for $8, which left just enough to get some hamburger, a tomato, some buns, chips, and a six-pack of Bud Lite. I could tell you liked Bud Lite by the crushed cans under your sink, so I got that. And, we're having hamburgers. Is that ok?" He was talking about 95 mph. Obviously excited. "You bought beer?" I was floored, never mentally having made it past that part of the story. "Yeah, I know a place close-by that'll sell it to me," he smiled proudly, almost smirking. "Plus," he continued, "I used some of your lettuce and pickles, and mayo and mustard and stuff so it all worked out to a pretty good burger. Hope you don't mind." He was pretty damn proud of himself, standing there, hands on his hips, chest jutted out a bit, smiling as big as Sylvester after eating Tweetie. "Uh, no, uh, actually that's totally fine," I stuttered. He was even prouder. He'd surprised the hell out of me, which was obviously at least part of his intent. "Damn, Jeremy. This is w-a-y cool. No one's done this for me in a long, long time." He became solemn and his cheery tone got lower, and serious. His very demeanor and tone got my attention, and I stared right into his turquoise-blue eyes. I had to. "Donny, no one's e-v-e-r done what you did for me, ever. I owed you at least this for what you did. You obviously scrapped your social plans last night to not only save my cranky ass, but you cared enough to not give up even after I threw up all sorts of verbal garbage all over you. I'm sorry, and I apologize," he finished. I smiled as big as I could, "Hell, apology accepted. Chalk it up to stress, cold, and a Noah's-Ark-quantity-of-rain." I gave him his second hug of the day. "Now let's eat, I'm starved!" And he was back to smiling big. We ate our burgers while laughing at Simpson's and 70's Show, drank a cold beer, and munched on chips. He had a great laugh, and was such a different guy than I'd talked off the brick wall a day earlier. He was probably 5'8" or 5'9" and was 140-150 lbs, pretty muscular for his size and weight, and was strikingly handsome. He was one of those boys that you definitely turned your head to at a mall or store to get a second look. You know the boys I'm talking about. Like, holy shit, did I just see what I thought I saw? And you're likely to walk right into something because you look at them for about a second longer than you should've considering that you're actually trying to walk thru a mall full of people or a store. Yeah, that kind of boy. Before I could get up to take our plates to the sink, he got up and ushered the remains of dinner to the kitchen, and brought us a second beer. He popped open his, took a swallow, and sat his beer down, turning to me. "I don't know what I'm going to do, Donny. I know I can't stay here for too long, and I've got some things to handle before I can go ......... somewhere else." "Well, you're welcome to give me either the edited and short version of "How Jeremy Ended Up In the Rain", or the long, complete version," I said. "Ok." He paused. "Um, ok. Well, I'd been living with my aunt for about 4 years, my mom and dad died in a car accident when I was almost 12. So, I either had a choice of living with her, or being a ward of the court. Looking back on it, the second choice wouldn't have been so bad. Anyway, I went to school, all the normal stuff. Except that I knew right about then that I wasn't "normal". I was pretty sure I was......well, gay..... because I didn't have any attraction to girls at all, and I could already ......um, cum..... by then, and it just wasn't girls I was felt myself wanting to be around. I wasn't like all "hey I need to find a dick to suck" or anything, but I just liked being around my friends. You know, guys," he explained. "Yup, know the feeling exactly. That's a pretty good way of putting it, by the way. But anyway, go on," I said. "Ok. Well, I was about 13 and my friend Peter and I were at my house, well, my aunt's house, and we were joking around and stuff, and he..... just..... well, hugged me, like for a long time. I guess he liked me more than I knew. Anyway, he put his hands down on the front of my pants and began to rub me, and I started doing the same to him. We were about 3/4's of the way there, and for reasons best known to no one, my aunt came home early from work. And saw us stroking the hell out of each other's stiffie's." "Aw, shit," I said. "Yeah, totally 'aw shit'," Jeremy returned. "My aunt threw Peter out and told me I could never seem him again, and verbally read me the riot act, calling me a "queer boy", and "my mom would be ashamed", and all sorts of shit. I was angry, but I was crying and yelled back and we had a huge fight. She ended up letting me continue to stay with her, but what I didn't know was that she started paperwork to give me to the State, give me up." My jaw dropped. "Over being gay?" I said. Jeremy smiled, "Well, that, and she caught me with Peter again," he laughed. "We were slightly more lacking in clothes the second time she saw us together. We weren't fucking, but it was close. She actually opened my bedroom door without knocking and caught Peter sucking me. God she had a fit, and was up for "Cunt Of The Year" after that performance." I laughed, but not too long. It was funny, but sad too. "Sorry," I said. "Hey no problem. Anyways, I went to the Episcopal Home for Orphaned Children shortly thereafter, I was almost 16. I was there for a little over a year, and I couldn't take it anymore. There was no privacy, and a couple older, bigger "kids" were completely homophobic and gave none of the younger kids, much less the gay kids, a break at all. We were continually being pushed around, made fun of, having stuff put in our beds - uh, like mayonnaise on your sheets - and tons of bashing like that. I took it to the Director and wrote a couple letters, but no one would do shit. So, I got fed up and left. I tried to get my aunt to let me stay at her house again, but she let me stay one night, then threw me out when she asked me if I was gay and I said yes. So, I've gotten odd jobs doing stuff and have kept myself alive, slept whereever, haven't finished school, and..... yeah. That about brings us up to the present." I sighed heavily. "How did you end up in the rain yesteday?" I asked. "Oh, that. Well, I was out of money, hadn't eaten in a day, was cold and miserable, and was ready to do anything for money and shelter. So, I let myself get picked up to suck a dick for $50. I'd never done anything like that before, but I was desperate. I mean, I've done stuff before, not a street thing for money. Anyway. I was about half-way through it and the guy was chanting me on, calling me his Good Little Baby Cocksucker, and other stuff, and I just bailed. And had a fucking screaming breakdown on the spot, yelling at him, yelling at the environment, screaming that no one cared about fuck-all, and I just started walking. And I guess I just ended up on your little wall out front. I'd been there for maybe a couple hours when you pulled up." "Fuck," was all I could think of to say. "Exactly," Jeremy agreed. And he got up and started washing dishes in the kitchen. I followed him in, and said, "You don't have to do those," and then I noticed the dishes from last night and this morning had already been washed and were in the dish rack, and in fact the kitchen looked pretty wiped down and clean. He noticed that I noticed. "I thought I'd clean up a bit," he said. I bent over a bit and kissed his cheek, "It's a pretty fucked up world out there sometimes. I'm sorry so much of it ended up on your plate so early in your life, and so consistently. That really sucks." He turned to me, "You're really sweet, Donny. Thanks." And he turned back to wash dishes, but he had a few tears escaping his over-full eyes. I gave him another peck on the cheek, "Takes one to know one," and I went back out and sat on the couch and watched t.v. while Jeremy finished the dishes. I have absolutely no idea what I watched. Jeremy joined me a few minutes later, taking a slug off his beer as he sat down. He asked me for a rundown of my life, and I gave him the shortened version, as after two beers that was all I remembered. It broke down into being a kid, a teenager, a young adult, and now a working class, gay man in Southern California. I'd had a few very brief boyfriend stints, some one-nighters here and there, and one serious relationship that ended when my lover's life did, and that'd been a few years ago. We joked back and forth about things, politics, the country, being gay, funny things about sex and boyfriends, cool cars, and before we knew it Father Time had reared his ominous head and dictated that I should go to bed if I was to be relativley alert the next day at work. Jeremy turned to me and said, "So why is it again that you don't have a boyfriend?" I paused, and wasn't quite sure why the question was asked. "I mean, you're a nice guy, like your job, are nice looking, and you keep yourself in good shape. I mean, this is So Cal, there are tons of cute men out there....." I smiled, raised my eyebrows, and said, "I'm a boylover, Jeremy. Pure and simple. I just like guys younger than myself, is all. And not all the young boys particularly have a yearning for being with a guy older than themselves, usually at least." Jeremy smiled in turn, and said, "Well, I'd like to stand on your statement from a little while ago: 'It's a pretty fucked up world out there'," and he just smiled at me, and nodded his head. I laughed out loud, followed by Jeremy's laugh too. All the cards were on the table it seemed. He knew I liked younger guys, and he made it plain that he thought that younger guys should be able to like guys older than they were, too. It wasn't like I tried to get it to mean something, but you know what I'm talking about. It's just a common viewpoint, and in my short analysis of this boy it meant that he had a bit more compassion in his heart that a lot of young adults did. I really wasn't trying to bed this guy, although the thought had certainly crossed my mind about 71 times. I just didn't think that bending this kid over would do anything except complicate an already complicated situation. Yeah. I brushed my teeth, and Jeremy did also, followed by my speech on the blanket situation. Jeremy let me get about 6 words into my speech and said, "I know all you've got is one extra blanket. And yeah, it's probably not going to be overly warm, but I'm not frozen tonight so it should be OK if I sleep on the couch. Really it's ok. I don't want to intrude on your being able to sleep. It's your bed." He was being nice, and we both knew it. "You're welcome to sleep whereever you want. I'm not saying you have to sleep out here...." Jeremy walked up to me and planted a kiss right on my lips, and then wrapped his arms around me and press his dick right against mine. His was hard as a rock. Mine followed suit immediately. He kissed me like I hadn't been kissed in way too long, sucking my tongue, fucking me with his, and grinding his boyhood all over mine. I wanted to say that he didn't have to do this, but my mind quickly determined that he probably knew this already and had proceeded anyway. Besides, I was WAY to busy now to think. He slid down my body and french kissed my dick through my pants, reached up and loosened my belt and slid my pants down. He kneaded my balls and dick through my underwear with his hands and lips, and slid the underwear down, popping my waiting manhood loose. He jacked me slowly while fondling my balls and licking my penis from top to base, underside, pubes, everywhere. I reached down and pulled him up, and kissed him deep, long, and well, and walked him to my bed. Within seconds we both had no more cloth barriers to each others' bodies. I laid him face down, and licked the backs of his thighs, up his buttcheeks, and down his crack, until my tongue was darting in and out of his hole, licking and swirling around, making this blonde boy writhe and moan. His hair again set me off, bouncing as he bobbed his head around. I turned him back over, and licked, sucked and kiseed everywhere. His nipples, his ear lobes, his neck, on his sides, his inner thighs, under his balls, up the underside of his shaft. I took him into my mouth at the same time I slid a finger into his butt. His sharp intake of air told me that I'd finally evened up on the whole surprise thing, and, that he was close. I teased him a little, but took myself to the task well, sucking him long strokes and slow, short strokes and fast, alternated between the two. He clutched the sheets and arched his back, spurting and uttering foreign languages at the same time. He jetted 7 or 8 strong ropes, and a couple minor ones and then just shuddered for a few more seconds. I took it all. He rolled back over, and I rimmed him again, but not as long as before. I needed and he needed what was coming next. I slipped on a condom and ensured he and I were lubed, and put my pulsing member to his rear. "I've never.... been....." he panted. "S'ok, I'll go as slow as possible for you," and I nudged my dick to it's entry. I pushed and withdrew and little at a time, slightly farther each time, and after about 8 or 10 small strokes, the head was ready to pop thru. "Ok, here we go. Just keep it relaxed as possible. It's gonna hurt for a sec, and I'll wait until it stops, just let me know." He nodded. I gave it a couple short in-and-out strokes, and pressed the cockhead thru. He winced, but I could feel him relax right afterwards. I stayed there for probably about 10-15 seconds, letting him accustom himself to the stretching, and the sensations. "Ok, it's better," he whispered. I slowly gave it short stokes, each time slowly going in farther. I had a bit to go, and just slid in the rest of the way, balls against his butt. I kissed the back of his neck, and said, "Now, enjoy." "Ok," he again whispered back. I did my best to be gentle, and yet thorough. Soon, he was panting, and I could feel his cock harden again. "Oh, man. Ohhhhhhhhh........" he uttered. I then began to just thrust full on, not rough, just all the way in and out each time. He was gripping the sheets again, and soon was cooing and moaning almost as loudly as I was. "Jeremy, I'm gonna cum soon," I breathed. "Me too," he panted back. "Sorry." "S'ok," and I kissed the back of his head, slid my hands under his shoulders, and lay on top of him for the full effect. He'd feel every muscle in my body harden up when I came. "OHHHHH! OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH!" I groaned as I came hard. I kept fucking Jeremy, and within a few more seconds, he came too, while I was still pumping inside him. It took a bit before either of us could speak. "Uh. What was that about the couch?" he chided. "What couch?" I retorted comically. "I don't recall a-n-y conversation about a couch." "Me either." "Yeah." "Yeah." We slept "spoons" again, only this time no one was cold. I'm not sure what we were. I honestly couldn't say that I didn't genuinely like this guy. And maybe his needs were driven by more than thankfulness. In any case, I put my arm over him, pulled him close, and savored the moment of warmth and closeness.