Date: Sat, 16 Oct 2010 11:03:52 +0200
From: kyle <datsmyemail2@gmail.com>
Subject: Stealing DJ 2

Hope everyone is liking the story, I'm sorry its taken me so long to post
again I've just been really buys with school and work... but here it is!


Previously

Then his eyes shot open as he sat up and saw DJ standing in his doorway,
clad in only his boxers.  The moonlight cast a perfect shadow on the boy,
accentuating his gentle features and his toned body and clear muscles.  His
silhouette outlined by the glow of the moon caused Peter to sit up and
stare blindly at the boy.  "I can't sleep, do you mind if I come in?" Peter
said nothing as the boy slowly approached the large queen bed, stepping
softly over Peter's jeans, which littered the floor along with the man's
shirt and socks.
	Regaining his voice, Peter answered, "Sh sure..." and he threw back
the covers.

	DJ walked sleepily over to the bed and climbed on top the navy blue
comforter before slipping his feet under the warm heavy blanket.  Peter
shifted around until he was on the right side of the large bed, allowing DJ
to take up the left side of the bed.  He stared wide-eyed as the boy
fidgeted to get comfortable under the heavy covers and fluff his pillow.
"I just didn't want to be alone tonight..." DJ trailed off as he rolled over
facing away from Peter and stared blankly at the wall trying to conceal his
feelings.
	"No problem, kid, you're welcome here," Peter responded as he
tousled the boy's hair lightly in the dark room.  DJ nuzzled his face
further into the pillow and muffled a soft, Ôthanks' as he trailed off to
sleep next to the grown and still very much aroused man who stared up at
the ceiling with a look of disbelief on his face.  ÔHow the fuck am I going
to sleep now...' he thought to himself as he looked up at the ceiling.  He
glanced over at the boy who slept inches from him, lightly lifting the
covers up and down with the rhythm of his breathing and moving chest.  So
many thoughts ran through Peter's mind as he watched the boy sleep.  Should
he thank his lucky stars or should he curse his fortune for tempting him
with thoughts he didn't understand.  He watched the boy sleep for a few
minutes before he forced himself to turn away and try his best to fall
asleep himself.  ÔTomorrow is a new day,' he thought to himself, Ôwe'll see
what happens in the morning...'
	It was a rough night's sleep for the two of them; for Peter, he had
trouble falling asleep when a sleeping angel was mere inches from him, and
DJ had trouble not putting pressure on his sore ribs and sides when he
slept, which caused him much pain.  But finally the morning came, and DJ
woke to an empty room that was lit by the rising eastern sun that poured
through the window to the right of him and blinded him in his sleepy state.
He tried to sit upright on the bed but doubled over as pain rushed over him
and through his body.  "AH!" he cried as he threw his hands around his body
and clutched his sore sides.  The cry startled Peter who was in the next
room preparing some breakfast for the two of them.  He didn't expect DJ to
wake up so soon, after all, he was still a kid and it was 8 in the morning.
Peter hurried into the bedroom and found DJ sprawled across the bed with
his eyes closed and teeth clenched.  Peter looked into the face of the
crying boy and he confirmed his suspicions about the possible black eye.
There was a large bruise surrounding the boy's left eye and cheek that made
Peter think this kid was some dangerous man who didn't care about anything,
but the tears that ran down his bruised face told him otherwise.  He sat on
the bed and tried to help the boy to an upright position but the boy wasn't
cooperating and just stayed sprawled out on the bed in only his green
boxers, clutching at his ribs.
	"Let me help you," Peter began as he put his left hand on the boy's
lower back. DJ looked up at him with tears in his eyes, as if pleading for
help but said nothing.  Peter took that as a sign to go ahead.  DJ rolled
over onto his side and Peter helped him into a sitting position.  The boy
collapsed into the man's hands and leaned against his firm body.
	"Why did they do this to me?" he sobbed into the man's shirt.
	Peter truly had no idea since he didn't know much of the story so
he just rocked him back and forth and rubbed his back as DJ continued to
cry into his chest.  "I won't let anyone harm you again, DJ, I promise."
Peter continued to rock the boy back and forth in his arms until he stopped
crying but he was still clutching his sides.  "Let me have a look at you,"
Peter said as he held the boy at arms length.  He was covered in bruises
that were much more noticeable today in the morning light.  Peter had no
words for him; he couldn't understand why the boy received such a beating.
"Nothing is broken, DJ, so I think you'll be okay, just gonna be painful
for a few days, but you can stay here as long as you need to," Peter said
to him as he looked into the boy's black eye.  He barely knew the kid but
just offered him to stay as long as he wanted, Peter couldn't even believe
what he was saying!
	DJ attempted to stand up and walk to the bath room that was
connected to the bedroom but he struggled to get up off the bed, so Peter
helped him to his feet and led him, with his arm wrapped around the boys
naked waist, to the bathroom.  Peter brought him to the entrance of the
small but cozy bathroom and was about to follow him inside when DJ turned
to him and said with a smile, "I think I got it from here, thanks."
	"I, uh, umm.... Okay," Peter stuttered as he shut the door behind the
cute boy.  That smile really caught Peter off guard. Amazingly, for a kid
brought up on the streets by other boys, the kid had rather straight and
white teeth.  The only thing that made him look like a street kid was the
tattered clothes he wore and the messy hair, but that could easily be
fixed, plus he looked very cute with his short but messy brown hair.
	Peter waited outside the bathroom for DJ to return, and when he
heard the sound of the toilet flush, DJ turned the knob on the door and
pushed it open.  "Much better," DJ said as he looked up at the tall built
man standing in front of him.  DJ didn't realize at the time how much
bigger the man was then he.  By no means was DJ a tall kid, he was actually
short for his age, standing at 5'5" tall he was the smallest of the group
of boys that he once belong to, but in front of this man, DJ felt even
smaller.  Peter was about 6'4" tall, and just about 200 pounds.  DJ was
only 123 pounds, but not one pound on him was fat, and neither was anything
on Peter.  Peter had a gym membership and went four times a week to go
running on the track and to do some lifting.  He wasn't jacked, but he was
nicely toned, and DJ noticed this as he stared at the big man in front of
him clad in only a white t-shirt and his boxers.  DJ's eyes wandered
downward and stopped on the man's crotch before he quickly shifted his gaze
to meet Peter's eyes again, with a little blood rushing to his face causing
it to turn a slight red.  Peter noticed this and tried his best not to show
that he was quite flattered that the boy was admiring his body.
	"What do you say we grab some breakfast, Kiddo?" Peter asked as he
picked up DJ's t-shirt off the floor as he walked into the living room and
tossed it toward the boy.  "I require my guests to wear shirts at the
kitchen table," Peter said with a smile.
	The boy looked down at himself and realized he was just in his
green boxers and blushed a little as he mumbled an apology while he threw
his shirt on over his head.
	Peter laughed audibly and said, "Don't worry about it, just grab a
seat over here." DJ slowly walked over to the kitchen, careful not to make
sudden movements that would cause him more pain then he was already in.
"Did you look in the mirror? You've got quite the shiner," Peter said as he
pointed to his own eye while looking at DJ.
	"Yeah, I saw it, its pretty Bad Ass!" the boy laughed, "But it
hurts like hell!"
	"I wouldn't say that, you still look like a puny little kid..." Peter
teased.
	"Are you crazy? I know I clocked you yesterday, you even said I was
strong!" DJ said trying to fight back, but not really caring that he was
being taunted.
	"Oh please, you just caught me off guard," Peter laughed.
	"If I wasn't in so much pain I would show you how tough I can be!"
DJ smiled.
	"Yeah, sure, just eat your damn eggs kid," and with that, Peter
grabbed a plate and loaded on two scrambled eggs with toast and bacon and
set the plate down in front of his new friend.
	DJ looked up at the man and with a look of pure happiness in his
eyes he said, "I really can't thank you enough, Pete, really..." Peter sat
down opposite the boy and gave him a smile of his own before he began to
dig into his breakfast.
	A couple minutes passed before either one said anything, they just
ate in silence enjoying the meal.  DJ of course enjoyed it far more then
Peter could have imagined. This was the second home cooked meal he'd had in
so long!  He felt so welcome with Peter and above all else, he felt safe.
The silence was broken when Peter dropped his fork after finishing his eggs
(By now DJ had started on a second helping) and he looked up from his plate
and met eyes with the boy.  "I just have one question for you, DJ," Peter
began.
	DJ stopped eating and focused his attention on Peter, "Go on..." he
said.
	"When was the last time you took a shower?"
	DJ turned a bright shade of red and looked down at his plate. "Um,
I, uhh... don't remember...." He said as he looked back up at Peter with a
slight smile on his face, and his blush grew deeper.
	"I can smell you from here! You smell like an old jock strap!"
Peter exclaimed.
	"Oh jeeze, well, can I, um, use your shower?" DJ asked, as he
started to peel his shirt up and over his head.
	"Heck yeah, get your skinny white ass in there!" Peter said as he
took the empty plates off the table and washed them in the sink. DJ laughed
and hobbled over to the cozy bathroom where he closed the door behind him
and shucked off his green boxers.  He turned his head sideways as he lifted
his arm to take a quick whiff of his rather hairless underarms.  "Whoa!" he
said out loud as he crinkled his nose.  DJ then reached one hand down to
his boy sized nut sac and rolled them around in his hand for a second
before bringing his hand to his nose to take in his other scent.  "Damn, I
do smell like a jock strap!" he laughed.  So he adjusted the knob on the
showerhead to a warm, comfortable position before stepping in to soak his
body and rinse himself of all the grime and dirt that had collected on him.
He found the soap on a little shelf in the shower and began to lather
himself up before he stepped back under the spray to wash away the soapy
suds that accumulated on his tight body.  Nearby, Peter was sitting at the
kitchen table contemplating just what the fuck he was dong.  What had he
gotten into! Peter thought for a while before coming to a conclusion, he
knew what he had to do, but it was still too soon, he'd tell DJ later.  He
heard the water shut off a few minutes before a still very wet DJ stepped
out from the bathroom and entered the living room with a towel clinging
loosely to his thin waist.  "Err... I don't really have any clean clothes..."
DJ said as he pushed some wet strands of hair out from in front of his
face, but very slowly as to not touch his black eye.
	"I'll see what I can do about that," Peter responded as he looked
over the dripping wet boy that was standing ten feet in front of him.  He
slowly walked by the boy and entered his bedroom and emerged a few seconds
later with a large t-shirt that he handed the boy.  "Guess you'll have to
go commando..." he said to DJ as he picked up the boy's sweatpants and handed
them to him. "Everything I have won't fit you, I'll wash your clothes for
you but until then this is all I got."
	"That's fine, thanks, really," DJ said as he made no indication
that he was about to get dressed.  Peter saw this and stepped aside to let
the boy back into the bathroom. "Thanks," DJ said as he walked by him
holding his old pair of sweatpants and Peter's t-shirt.  DJ emerged a few
seconds later after he hung his towel over the shower curtain. "It's weird,
free balling I mean..." DJ said more to himself then Peter, but Peter heard
it quite clearly.
	"Thanks for the info... don't think I needed it though," Peter
teased.
	"No, err... I didn't ... oh jeeze, I gotta watch what I say. I keep
thinking I'm with all the guys back at our safe house.  Man, I don't know
what I'm going to do now..." He said trailing off at the end as he dropped
his head and stared at the wooden floor.
	"I actually was meaning to talk to you about that, kiddo," Peter
said as he took a step towards the boy and gently lifted his chin with his
hand so he was peering into his eyes.
	"Yeah, and?" DJ said, a lump clearly in this throat causing him to
choke on his words a little.  He had no idea what Peter was going to say,
but he felt confident that he was safe with him.
	"I think I'm going to call child's services and have them pick you
up, and you can live with them and they'll take care of you..." Peter said.
	"WHAT! NO! why? Please don't do that, please I beg you!  Please
Mr. Peter, sir, please don't send me back there.... I... I did what you asked!
I took a shower! Didn't I? Please.... oh god please, sir, I'll do anything,
just don't make me go back there..." DJ fell to his knees and hung his head
as tears began flowing over his bruised cheeks and off his nose, landing in
little explosions as they hit the wooden floor beneath him.  This throat
closed and he tried breathlessly to beg with the man, "Sir... I... I can't go
back there, I... I just can't... "
	"Hey, come on Bud, lets talk about this, what do you mean Ôback
there'?" Peter said as he knelt down besides the boy.  "C'mon, let's talk,
you and me, man to man.  I don't know too much about you kiddo so you gotta
tell me."
	DJ looked up at him as a final tear rolled over his cheek and hit
the floor. "I can't go back there... I can't go back there..."
	"Okay, okay, come on, bud, let's get you over to the couch..." Peter
said as he picked the boy up in his arms and walked him over to the large
couch.  He sat the boy down and sat next to him, letting the boy lean
against his body as his head rested on top of Peter's shoulder.  Peter
wrapped his arm around the boy, pulling him tighter into him and rubbed
gently on his back.  "I think we gotta start from the beginning, tell me
what happened there, alright DJ, can you do that for me?"
	The boy nodded, not yet looking at the man, just staring into the
space in front of the two of them, but Peter felt the boys head go up and
down against his shoulder and he took that as a Ôyes'.  "Alright, so what
happened there?" Peter questioned.
	"Mr. Peter," DJ said, trying to be as formal as he could but he
didn't know the man's last name, "please don't let them take me away
again..."
	"I won't, I promise, just tell me who Ôthey' are, what happened
there? Start from the beginning..."
	"Well... when, when my mom died a bunch of people came to my house
and gathered my things and brought me to this big house and they threw all
my stuff in one tiny room with one window.  I found out it was an
orphanage, and there were a bunch of other kids there as well, and a lot of
them were sick and looked awful.  The food they fed us was garbage, and it
was only once a week.  No one ever came to pick up any of the kids.  No one
ever came, period.  It was the loneliest I've ever been.  I spent a year
and three months there before I decided to just run away.  The first time I
tried they caught me, and the head lady slapped me for trying to run away
from, what she called, Ôhome.' But that wasn't a home.  So I, I tried
again, and this time I did it at night, and I made it.  It's not like it
was guarded or anything, I was young and foolish and I was scared as shit!
When I got out, I ran into a gang of guys.  There was about three of them
at the time, and they all seemed fit and healthy, like they ate good meals
occasionally.  I asked them if I could come with them, and they said I have
to prove myself to them. So they made me steal some money from people on
the street, and eventually, I got really good at it. So they let me join
them.  That was over six years ago...." DJ said as he nuzzled further against
the big man.  He still didn't look away from the spot in the wall that he
was fixed on.
	Peter didn't know what to say.  How could he relate to this kid?
Peter didn't grow up with any of these problems.  He had a loving family
and a great childhood.
	"Everyone I ever loved either died, or betrayed me..." DJ said softly
into Peter's shoulder.
	"I won't betray you, trust me..." Peter began.
	"I don't trust anyone anymore, its too much for me to lose when I'm
wrong..." DJ said as he got up and walked toward the door to Peter's
apartment, "If you wanted me to leave, you could have just said so, but do
me one more favor, please don't call them, I beg you.  Thanks for all your
help, but I'll be better off on my own..." and with that DJ shut the door
behind him and limped down the apartment hallway and rang for the elevator.
	Peter was in shock, what the hell just happened?  Peter stood up as
quickly as he could and rushed to the door to see if he could catch DJ, but
the elevator was already going down.  He ran down the hall to the staircase
and jumped as many of the stairs as he could as he made his way down the 12
stories that made up his apartment complex.
	DJ got to the apartment lobby and limped his way towards the exit.
He felt the cool February breeze hit his face as he stepped out into the
light of the day.  The sun was directly overhead and the street was pretty
quite on the Sunday morning.
	"Was wondering when you'd come down from there..." a voice said from
DJ's left that caused him to jump.
	DJ turned slowly to the direction the voice came from and his eyes
widened when he saw Ray leaning against the side of the building, tossing
the broken wristwatch up in the air and catching it.  Ray caught the watch
one final time before slipping it into his pocket and turning toward the
very frightened boy.  "Come on, come on over here," Ray said as he held out
a hand to him.  DJ took a slow step towards him, very careful not to get
too close, but either way, he knew it wouldn't mater.  Ray would catch him
if he ran, so he might as well cooperate.  "Damn, that's quite an eye ya
got there, I guess I clocked ya pretty well, didn't I?" Ray taunted.
	"Yeah, I, I guess ya did..." DJ stammered.  Ray let his hand stay out
stretched as DJ came closer ever so slowly.  "What do you want, Ray?"
	When DJ got close enough Ray put his arm over his shoulder and
brought him in tight against his body.  "I'll tell ya what I want, Gum..."
	"My name is DJ," DJ said as he tried to lift Ray's arm up and off
of him.
	"Oh, is it? Well, Dick Jerker, How bout you do as I say and shut
the fuck up and get me the rest of those watches you little shit head!" Ray
said through clenched teeth as he shoved DJ against the wall of the
apartment building and pinned him there with one hand on either of DJ's
shoulders.  "I almost got my ass kicked for not giving Mr. Pratt those
watches..."
	"Good, you fucking deserve... " DJ began but was interrupted as Ray
brought his knee up swiftly and connected it with DJ's privates, sending DJ
curling over to the ground holding his very sore balls in his hands.
	"What was that?" Ray teased, "now get your ass over there and do as
I say!" Ray shouted as he put his foot on top of DJ's crotch, which DJ
tried desperately to protect.
	"Get the fuck away from him!" a voice shouted to the side of Ray
before a large fist came crashing into Ray's face, sending him stumbling
backwards and away from DJ who was still lying on the ground.  Ray regained
his balance and saw the massive man standing between him and DJ.  He
decided he would fair much better if he wasn't alone, so he turned to walk
away, shouting over his shoulder, "You can't hide, Gum, I'll see you soon
enough!"
	Peter watched until Ray was far enough to no longer pose a threat
before he bent over and helped DJ to his feet.  "Come on bud, let's get you
back inside..."