Date: Sun, 22 Aug 2010 12:14:44 -0700 From: Justanother Author Subject: Speedo Boys 23 Here's the next installment of this story. I hope you enjoy it. I want to apologize for the long delay between Chapters 22 and 23. Unfortunately life sometimes gets in the way of creativity. I hope the delay was worth it. I would appreciate any feedback of a positive nature, and of course, flames will be ignored. You can Email me at: HermesAuthor@gmail.com DISCLAIMER: The usual Copyrights exist on this any all of my works. This story may involve sexual contact between Adult Men and Younger Males, two Boys, or two Adult Men. If this type of story is not to your liking, or for any reason is forbidden where you live, please, PLEASE, delete this file and stop. If this is to your tastes, then I hope you enjoy this story, for that is all it is. Fiction, Fantasy, the musing of the Author's mind written and shared with you. I do not in any way condone, support, or promote any illegal act in any jurisdiction. But, thank God, we still have the right to SAY anything as long as we don't DO anything. So, without any further ado, Please enjoy. Hermes -*- Speedo Boys Chapter 23 -- Return to the Judge From Last time: Devon hung up the phone and said, "That was the President of the United States. He's asked me to do a press conference with him in Los Angeles in a couple days. He says he is introducing legislation that will make it easier for gay men to foster or adopt and he wants me, Cole, and Matt to be there and to talk during the press conference." Everyone was in awe. They all knew how special Devon was, not to mention how articulate, but this was more than anyone ever expected. They all enjoyed the cake, Cole had done a fantastic job with it. After the rest of the guests had left, Donna, Matt, Cole, and Devon were sitting on the deck talking. Devon looked at their parents and said, "Cole has one more rather special present for me, so we're going to bed. I love you both, and thanks for being the best parents either of us could ever want." He kissed both and gave them hugs and so did Cole. The two lovers clasped hands and Cole led Devon into the bedroom. Donna looked at Matt and smiled. Chapter 23 -- Return to the Judge Devon looked at Cole as they laid there on the bed together. They'd lost their speedos long before and had just had a wonderful Jacuzzi bath together, bringing each other off several times. Cole looked deeply into Devon's eyes. "I sure do love playing with an older guy like you, Dev." Devon laughed, "I'm only 3 weeks older than you." "Yeah, but you're 14 and I'm still 13, so you're an older guy. Don't deny me my fantasy." Cole said in a semi-serious tone. Devon's answer was to plant a very passionate kiss on Cole. Once they broke apart Devon said, "Would you like some candy, little boy?" And they both bust out laughing. Cole giggled and said, "Yeah, I want some cream filled sausage candy!" Then he scooted down and took Devon into his mouth. He sucked on his 'cream filled sausage candy' with great gusto. Devon's head was thrashing from side to side due to the sensations that Cole had been giving him. All the while Cole was sucking on Devon, he was humming. The vibrations were driving Devon wild with passion. Even though they'd each cum several times already, it didn't take long for Devon's semen factory to produce more and he shot off into Cole's mouth. Cole greedily swallowed Devon's seed. Once Devon had finished, Cole moved back up and kissed Devon, passing the remnants of Devon's ejaculate into Devon's own mouth. Devon sucked on Cole's tongue as if it were nurturing him with life giving nutrition. Devon wanted to reciprocate, then something he'd read on Nifty came to mind. He hopped out of the bed and ran to his backpack. He fumbled around looking for something and pulled out a tin. He opened it and pulled out two white tablets. Cole was worried. 'Devon taking drugs? That wasn't possible.' Devon put the two tablets in his mouth and began chewing. He returned to the bed and dove down onto Cole's rampant tumescence. Cole got a look of shock on his face, "IT'S COLD! How the hell do you do that?" Devon looked up at him as he sucked away, using his tongue expertly and smiled around the dick in his mouth. He brought Cole off quickly, the cum mixed with the substance in his mouth and he relished the combination. He swallowed hungrily. He released Cole's now wilting dick, and, once he'd cleaned off the remaining ejaculate from Cole's head, he smiled and said, "Altoids." Cole looked at him with a puzzled expression. Devon said, "The oils from the mint; when they coat your dick, it feels cold." Cole laid back, ready for sleep when Devon said, "Usually it's me behind you when we spoon, tonight I want you to hold me. Go to sleep inside me this time." Cole smiled. He pulled Devon in front of him and slipped his re-energized penis into Devon's love chute. He held Devon's chest and kissed the back of his neck. They slept contented, joined together. One Heart. One Being. * * * Tom and James arrived at James' house and, after calling Tom's parents and saying good night to Melissa, the two lovebirds went into James' room. They closed the door and stripped off their speedos. Together, arms wrapped around each other they held one another. Tom started to feel a shaking in James' shoulders. He looked down into his boyfriend's eyes and saw a tear. "What's wrong, Babe?" Tom said, with genuine concern in his voice. "Not a thing. These tears are happy tears. A few weeks ago, I was really upset. I'd finally come to the realization I was Gay. To be honest, I really hated myself then. But I started thinking about a lot of things. One of them was Devon. He's really an amazing guy. But the more I thought of Devon and Cole, the more I was sure I'd never find someone to love. Then, out of the blue, they called me and I met you. I am so very, very, very lucky to have someone as wonderful as you in my life." James said. Tom realized that this was not the time to 'say' anything. He leaned down and kissed the tears away from his lover's face. Then, gently, tenderly, lovingly their lips met. They danced the dance that lovers have since time began. That night, they made love. More intense, yet more meaningful love than they have had to that point. As their bodily fluids passed from one to the other, more than the chemical reactions were happening. They were cementing the bonds between them. * * * Not far away in a strange motel room, Michael, one of Devon's speedo boy friends was laying on a bed. He was naked. He was elated. The man was in the bathroom. He thought about what he'd done. The way he'd wanted it. The way he'd sought after it. So, why did he feel guilty? He'd met the man in the park. He'd seen him there each week for almost 4 months now, always sitting on the bench where he could watch the boys in their games. Never saying anything to anyone. Michael picked up a sort of longing emanating from the man who was unable to get that feeling out of his mouth; to utter the words. Michael was no stranger to sex. He'd been having sex with older males since he was 9 and he loved it. He wasn't interested in a relationship, he thrived on the pure animal passions of sex. Hard sex. Nasty sex. And, he figured out it was a good way to make money. He considered his actions. In olden days, boys his age were off working, or married, or... SOMETHING! Not just being babied like most of his friends. So, he thought 'I'm 14. I found something I like to do, and I can make damn good money doing it. Why not!' He approached the man and started talking. It took Michael far longer than he expected it would before the man finally agreed to what Michael was proposing. To this unknown man, it was a gift from the gods. He'd had feelings for boys for a long time, but had promised himself he'd never initiate anything. But for this boy, this extremely good looking boy to approach him with the idea of them having sex, he was almost too afraid to agree. But the boy wore him down. Eventually he agreed he'd go rent a motel room. Michael peeled himself out of bed and naked he padded into the bathroom where the man was in the shower. He opened the door to the shower and entered. He dropped to his knees and took the man into his mouth... again. 3 hours later, Michael left. He'd counted the bills the man had given him. Five one hundred dollar bills. Michael thought, 'Not bad for 4 hours work. Dad has to work almost a whole week to make this much.' * * * The next morning Devon, Cole, and Matt were sitting around the breakfast table. They were laughing and joking and having a great time when they were interrupted by the telephone. Matt answered as he looked at the clock. It was 9:01am. "Hello?" Matt answered. "Hello, Mr. Johnson. It's Theo Averill. I have some news. We have a hearing to go to tomorrow morning in front of Judge Feiner." "What? We're not due to see her for months!" Matt asked, wondering what was going on. "Don't worry, Matt." Averill stated calmly. Matt was puzzled as it was the first time Mr. Averill had used his first name. Averill continued, "I requested this hearing. It's nothing you, or Cole will be upset about, but please, be there at 9:00am tomorrow. I've got to go, we'll see you tomorrow." Then Averill hung up the phone. Matt turned to the boys. "We have to be in court tomorrow at 9:00am." The look of shock and alarm in both boy's faces was obvious. Matt said, "Mr. Averill said he'd requested the hearing, but it wasn't anything we'd be upset with. I guess we'll just have to wait and see." Devon said, "I want to be there. Actually, I insist on being there!" Matt turned to him and said, "You'll be there. I don't think the combined forces of the United Nations could keep you away anyway." Devon turned and held Cole who was obviously upset. He whispered in his ear, "Nothing bad is going to happen my love, I just know it." "In the meantime, why don't we just go about the day as best we can, I'll call Arthur as soon as he returns from Washington today and see if he can help in any way. I'm sure he'll want to at least be present for the hearing." Matt said. The boys agreed with Matt and Devon led Cole into the bedroom so they could talk. * * * On the other side of town, James was exiting a shop where he'd purchased a gift for his lover, Tom. He was busy inspecting the item, standing on the corner when the vehicle driven by an elderly man came down the road. At that instant, the man suffered a massive heart attack which caused him to lose consciousness. The car was moving at normal speed, but the man's body going limp caused his foot to press down onto the accelerator and his body slumping caused him to veer the car to the right. James looked up just in time to see the car leap over the edge of the curb. There was no time to move. The car struck him causing him to be thrown high into the air. He landed some 15 feet away in the middle of the intersection. Passersby assumed there was no way he could have survived. The car impacted the building on the other side of the intersection. Someone who had witnessed the calamity called 911 and within minutes emergency crews were on the scene. The police took statements from each of the witnesses. The two medical teams began attending to the driver of the car and to James. The first crew reported to the officer in charge of the scene that the elderly man did not survive. His name, according to his identification, was Earl Hughes. The officer made a double take at the man and said, "Are you sure of the name?" The Paramedic looked again at the identification and confirmed the name and address. The officer let out a low whistle. "You don't seem to know who that man was. Earl Hughes happens to be one of the wealthiest men... well, used to be one of the wealthiest men in the country. Why he was driving on his own is a mystery since he usually had a chauffeur driven limo take him anywhere he needed to go." The Paramedic shook his head and returned to his duties. The second crew was feverishly working on young James. His injuries were severe, but he was still alive when they reached him. One of the Paramedics took they boy's wallet out of his trousers after they'd been cut from his body while the other two were working on him. He opened the wallet and said to the others, "Oh my God! He's only 13!" As he went to report to the officer about the boy's identity, the others were preparing to rush him to the emergency trauma center nearby. The first Paramedic approached the officer in charge and handed him the boy's identification and wallet. The officer looked at it and shook his head. Silently he said a prayer to wish for the boy's recovery before he told the Paramedic he'd deal with notification of the boy's family. The Paramedics loaded James into a waiting ambulance and rushed him to the hospital. The Officer assigned several others to clear up the scene and he left to handle one of the hardest jobs a Policeman has to do, notifying the parents of their child's accident. He sat in his patrol car searching through the boy's wallet hoping to find a telephone number of his parents. He found only one number with no name on it so he called. Tom answered his cellular phone after seeing "Restricted" on the caller-id. "Hello?" "Hello, to whom am I speaking?" The officer stated. "Um, I'm Tom Wheeler, who is this?" Tom asked. "Mr. Wheeler, do you know a James Gilbert?" The officer said again, failing purposely to identify himself. "Yes, that's my boyfriend, is there a problem?" Tom said now quite nervous. "Tom, do you know how to reach James' parents?" The officer asked. "Who is this! Why do you need to talk to James' Mom?" Tom asked now frantic. "Tom, my name is Officer Frank Appleton. James was involved in an accident and I need to get in touch with his family to notify them." Frank said. "OH MY GOD! Is he okay?" Tom asked now holding back tears. "I really need to contact his mother, Tom. Do you have her number?" Frank asked. "Hold on..." Tom said and the line went silent. Moments later Frank heard ringing. "Hello Tom." Melissa said cheerfully. Tom, in a very shaky voice said, "Mom, James was in an accident. I put a 3-way through with the officer, Officer Appleton, this is James' Mother, Melissa Gilbert." Melissa was in shock. She listened as Frank told her about the accident. He offered to pick her up and take her to the hospital, she agreed. Tom said he'd meet them there. They ended the call. * * * The ambulance carrying James rushed with lights on and siren blaring to the hospital. When they arrived, they rushed James into the examining room where he could be treated. Donna happened to be on duty when she heard there was an accident on it's way with a 13 year old white male. Her mind's eye envisioned either Cole or Devon. She was there when they brought James in. Momentarily shock registered on Donna's expression once she'd seen his face and recognized him. She then became all business. She assessed his condition and began the process of trying to save the young man's life. Half an hour later Donna had stabilized James' condition. It appeared he would make it. About that time, Melissa came rushing in followed by Officer Appleton and Tom who had arrived moments before the squad car. Donna, seeing Tom stopped her staff from shooing them out. She turned to Melissa. "You must be James' mother. We've never met, but I'm Devon Williams' mother, Donna." Melissa looked at her and asked, "How is he? Is he going to be okay?" "We have been able to stabilize him. His injuries are quite severe. He was thrown quite a distance in the accident. Both of his legs are badly broken. He sustained trauma to his back and neck when he landed on the street. It doesn't appear there are any internal organ injuries, but it's a little soon to tell yet. He's unconscious, probably from the impact with the street when he landed. We're going to move him to a room and only time will tell." Donna explained. Tom stood by James' bedside. He asked Donna if he could hold James' hand. Donna nodded, but reminded him not to move the boy's body much. Tom took James' hand and said through his tears, "Baby, I'm here. I'm not going anywhere. Please come back to me! I couldn't bear losing you. I love you so much!" Officer Appleton was a little nonplussed hearing this. The fact that the boy was so willing in a group to express his love for another boy. He actually thought it was refreshing. Frank had a brother who was gay and hated hearing about the bigotry his brother faced. To hear a youngster so open about his love in a society that shunned such attractions made him resolve to help in any way he could. They took James to a private room. Frank was getting information he needed from Melissa. Tom said there was no way he'd leave until James was out of the woods. He took his cellular out and called his father and explained the situation. Tom Sr. said he'd be there as soon as he could with some things his son might need. Frank left after asking Melissa to keep him informed as to James' condition. She thanked him before taking up her vigil on the opposite side of the bed from her son's lover. Each holding one of James' hands alternating their speaking to him, telling him how much they loved him and praying for his eventual recovery. * * * Donna called Matt's house to tell him about James' accident. Matt also told her about the hearing the next day. She agreed to be there. She sat in the Doctor's lounge alone with her thoughts. She closed her eyes. Not being overly religious, she still found herself saying a short prayer hoping for the the best for Matt and Cole. Also she asked for James to recover and to give Tom strength. * * * Michael was walking down the street when he noticed a man staring at him. He took a good look at the man and decided he might be able to make a few bucks. He approached the man and said while winking an eye, "Looking for a playmate?" The man smiled at Michael and said, "What do you have in mind?" "Well, I'm good at anything you want to do. Just name it." Michael said rather boastfully. The man looked straight at the youth and said, "How much?" Michael became all business, "That depends on what you want to do. If you want me to blow you, that's $50.00, if you want to blow me, that's $40. If you want me to fuck you, that's $75.00, or if you want to fuck me, that's $100.00. Or, you can have me for the entire day, for whatever for $500.00" The man smiled again and held out his hand. "I like the all day sucker." Michael reached out his hand and grasped the man's. In one swift movement, the man's other hand slapped a handcuff on Michael's wrist as he grabbed hold of the lad. "You're under arrest for prostitution." He took a card out of his shirt pocket and read, "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can, and will, be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to have an attorney present before any questioning. If you so desire an attorney and are unable to afford one, one will be appointed to you before any questioning. Should you waive your right to remain silent, you may stop answering any questions at any time by requesting an attorney. Do you understand the rights I have just read to you?" Michael knew in his heart he was totally fucked, and not in the way he'd hoped. He told the officer he understood. He was walked over to a car and placed in the back seat for his ride to the police station. * * * "I have no idea what this is about." Matt said to Arthur on the phone. "He said it was nothing you or Cole would be upset about, right?" Arthur inquired. "Yeah, that's what he said." Matt explained. "It's not usually done, but he may be trying to speed up the adoption. We'll see in the morning. I'll meet you there at 8:30, right now, I'm exhausted." Arthur said. "Okay, see you then." Matt said as he hung up the phone. This had been a trying day. He checked on the boys and they were both asleep, he decided to turn in himself. He went into his room, undressed and was asleep almost as quickly as his head hit the pillow. Michael laid down on the concrete bench alone in his cell. He tried to ignore the taunts from the other inmates. He heard comments like, "Hey pretty boy, want some of this?" and "If you back up to the bars I can fuck you through them." He worried about what was going to happen to him. Mercifully, sleep overtook him. Tom sat awake as Melissa slept in the chair next to her son's bed. He was softly talking to James, hoping he'd come out of the blackness. He thought about the song he and James called their own. They'd changed a couple of the lyrics. But Tom felt he needed to sing it to his lover. He started quietly singing with a tear falling down his cheek a song by All 4 One with their own change to the lyric: I hear the sound of you heart beating don't say a word I know what you're feeling just hold me close, don't be afraid these arms won't let your heart break just ask me babe - oh i surrender I'll make love to you - so soft and tender I promise you with every breath I take these arms won't let your heart break These eyes will worship and adore you these hands will love you every day darlin' the only guarantee I can make these arms won't let your heart break your wish is my command I'm right here for you just take my hand I'll love you like you want me to one thing for sure make no mistakes my arms won't let your heart break these eyes will worship you and adore you (adore you) these hands will love you every day (every day) darlin' the only guarantee i can make these arms won't let your heart break these eyes will worship you and adore you these hands will love you every day baby the only guarantee I can make these arms won't let your heart break these arms won't let your heart break He opened his tear filled eyes as he finished singing. He looked at James' face and said, "I love you, James. Please come back to me." A moment later he thought he saw a movement in James' eyes. He wasn't sure. The words to the song going through his head as he started speaking the words of the chorus he saw James' eyes open. James looked at him and with a pained smile said, "I knew you'd be here. I felt it." Tom shouted for the nurse. Melissa awoke with a start and saw her son's eyes open. Tearfully they both kissed James tenderly on the face and forehead as the nurse rushed in. The nurse saw the scene in the room and turned, a tear falling down her own face as she returned to the nurses station to page the doctor. * * * At 6:30 in the morning Michael was awakened by the guard telling him he had to be in court. He was handcuffed and shackles were placed on his ankles and he was led through a tunnel to the courthouse. He was taken to a holding cell and placed in by himself telling him he'd see the Family court judge when she was ready for him. At 8:15, Donna, Matt, Cole, and Devon met Arthur outside Judge Feiner's courtroom. Together they looked at the court docket. Arthur commented that there was an arraignment before their case so they went inside and sat in the gallery. Arthur checked in with the clerk. A few minutes later, Mr. Averill came in, but didn't talk to them. He sat across the aisle from them in the gallery. They sat for a short time when the Bailiff stood and said, "ALL RISE. This court is now in session. The Honorable Michelle Feiner presiding." Michelle entered and took her place. She asked the Bailiff to call the first case. She knew it would only take a moment since it was merely an arraignment and bail hearing. "Your Honor, State versus Michael Fitzpatrick." The Bailiff stated succinctly. Michael was led into the courtroom, his Public Defender standing at the table next to him. Devon and Cole immediately recognized their friend. Devon turned to Matt and Arthur and said, "That's our friend Michael. You met him, Matt that first day." Matt remembered the boy, but said nothing to Devon in reply. He waited to see what was up. Michelle stated. "Mr. Fitzpatrick, you stand accused of prostitution, how do you plead?" There was a short discussion between Michael and his attorney before the attorney answered for the boy. "Not Guilty, Your Honor." Michelle made a note in the file and said, "Your plea has been entered. Is there a bail request?" The Public Defender said, "Yes, Your Honor. This is the first time this young man has ever been in any kind of trouble. We request he be released on his own recognizance." This caused the Assistant District Attorney to stand and say, "Your Honor, this youngster approached a police officer soliciting sex for money. His parents are not in the courtroom, it is believed this young man presents a flight risk, we ask for remand, Your Honor." Michelle turned to Michael and his attorney. "I am asking the defendant this next question, not his attorney. Michael, where are your parents?" Michael looked at the judge, the fear he felt was evident. He said in a shaky voice, "They told me that they didn't care what happened to a faggot son and told me to rot in jail." Michelle cringed internally at this but said, "If that is the case, I have no choice..." Arthur stood and said, "Please excuse the interruption, Your Honor." Michelle looked at her former colleague and said, "Mr. Phelps. This is highly irregular, are you a party to this case?" "As of yet, no, Your Honor. However, I would like to present an alternative to continued incarceration of this young man." He turned to the D.A. saying, "If we were able to convince the court that we could guarantee this young man's appearance would you agree to his placement with a foster family?" The ADA looked at Arthur, then the Judge, he glanced at the defendant before saying, "If the court were to find an appropriate foster family, acceptable to the court, our office would not contest such a placement." Arthur then turned to Matt, he didn't even have to ask, Matt nodded, then stood. "Your Honor, the gentleman next to me has a Foster Care license and is willing to take this young man into his custody. He and the young man are known to each other and he is willing to guarantee the boy's return to court to face the charges." Michelle couldn't believe what was happening. However, there was no legal reason to deny this request. She turned to Matt and said, "Mr. Johnson, do you agree to take responsibility for this young man?" "I do, Your Honor. I currently have another young man I'm fostering, one of the Defendant's friends, so it would be an easy placement." Michelle turned next to Michael, "Do you wish to stay with Mr. Johnson and his foster son and will you cooperate with him?" Michael, for the first time saw Devon and Cole, then he remembered the guy on the deck he'd met. He turned to the Judge, "Yes Ma'am." "Seeing as I have no objections from the prosecution, and I have a licensed Foster parent willing to take ultimate responsibility, I hereby assign Michael Fitzpatrick to Mr. Matthew Johnson as his foster parent. The Sheriff's office is hereby ordered to release the youth into Mr. Johnson's custody." She banged her gavel and said, "Bailiff, please call the next case." Michael was led out of the room as the Bailiff stood and said, "The next case, Your Honor, is a status hearing requested by the Child Advocate in regards to one Cole Allerd." Cole, Devon, Matt, and Arthur stepped through the gate and took their places. Mr. Averill took his place at the opposite table. "Mr. Averill," Michelle began, "this case wasn't on docket for another 2 months, is there a problem, because if there were, I would have hoped you'd voice it before I assigned another child to this foster father." "No, Your Honor, actually, quite the opposite. I have been doing this kind of work for many years, and I have never come across a case such as this where the Foster Child and Foster Parent have worked so well together. It is the opinion of my agency that the application filed by Mr. Johnson for adoption of the Minor Child be accelerated and acted upon today. All of the investigations have been completed and they are in the file. There is no reason that a delay, merely to allow the time that was given to perform these checks be extended. I hereby request that you grant this adoption." "I guess this is a day for irregularity. First I have a Federal Court Judge interrupt a simple arraignment, now I have a Child Advocate pushing the schedule on an adoption. We will take a 30 minute recess in order for me to review the file." She banged her gavel and stood, retreating to her chambers. Matt and Arthur were approached by the Public Defender. "Thanks, I was expecting the kid would spend the next 2 or 3 months in jail waiting for his trial." Arthur turned to the man, "I know you have a busy caseload, but please reflect in your records that the defendant will be retaining private counsel." He turned to Matt, "Go to the Sheriff's office on this floor and you can get Michael released to your custody now." Matt left leaving the boys with Arthur. Cole couldn't believe what he'd heard. He was in shock. First hearing that Michael was selling himself, then hearing that he'd most likely walk out of there not Cole Allerd, but Cole Johnson. He was hugging Devon with a grin a mile wide. 20 minutes later, Matt returned with a smiling Michael. The boys embraced. About that time, the Bailiff said, "All Rise, this court is now in session." Michelle returned and noticed that Michael was now sitting with the rest on the Petitioner's side. She smiled. "In the matter of the requested adoption of Cole Allerd by Matthew Johnson. The court is satisfied that all legal requirements have been met. I hereby order that effective immediately, Cole Allerd will now be known as Cole Johnson. His adoptive parent can contact the clerk for a new birth certificate in the boy's new name." She banged her gavel once more, stood, and left the courtroom. Cole, Devon, Michael, and Matt hugged. Matt took his two sons, an arm on each of their shoulders and led them from the courtroom. Coming Soon -- Chapter 24 -- New Beginnings