Date: Mon, 3 Mar 2008 08:27:04 EST
From: Djedoric58@aol.com
Subject: The Bull Singer

THE BULL SINGER
By DJ
CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Seconds after the phone smashed against the wall, and fell to the floor in
pieces; I wished I hadn't done that. I dived to pick them up, and seeing
the damage made me feel so wretched, I fell to my knees and curled into a
foetal ball and sobbed, and didn't hear the door open. The first I knew
anyone was in the room was when a hand touched my shoulder.

Thinking it was Mags, I jerked away and whimpered, "I'm sorry, I didn't
mean to break it. I'll buy a new one. Please, don't hurt me."

"Hey! What is all this?" a strange voice said above me. I looked up through
my tears and saw an older version of myself but with wavier hair, crouching
by my side and offering a comforting embrace. I let him hold me close as I
fought to control my tears. Then I showed him the broken phone. "Well, that
isn't going to be much use now is it." He spoke with a chuckle in his
voice. "Never mind, I don't think Mags will be too worried about that right
now. It' you he's worried about. I'm Pete, by the way. Why don't we go
downstairs and have some tea. I don't know about you but I'm starved."

"I can't," I sobbed and tried to move out of his embrace. "I can't face
him, or his dad, or anyone; I just want to...I just want to die."

Despite my resistance, Pete lifted me to my feet and sat me on the bed. He
still held me close as he said, "I think you're just making a mountain out
of an ant hole. Mags and Edward explained everything to me, and they just
want to help you sort things out. Look at it this way; you just have an
extra granddad, who loves you just as much as the other one does. I would
be happy just to have one never mind two."

"That's not what's wrong. It's Mags."

"What about him?"

"I love him and I can't have him."

"Why not? Oh, because he's your uncle? Well, he's only half an uncle, and
who cares about that these days? It won't matter in a couple more months
will it?"

"But he'll still be my uncle."

"So? I'll bet there are thousands of guys living quite happily with their
uncles once they're sixteen; they just don't shout it from the top of
Nelson's Column every day. Edward and I realise you and Mags are having the
same thoughts, so I've been asked to come and talk to you while Edward
chews Magsy's ear. If you don't want to go downstairs, why don't you slip
back into bed; and I'll bring you some tea up. I'm sure Mags will come up
to see you in a bit."

Too upset to argue, I allowed Peter to help me undress down to my briefs,
and as I reached down to lift the duvet away, I heard Pete say, "Wow! Nice
bod little Bro. Just like Billy Junior!" I turned round quickly, ready to
land him one and saw the grin on Pete's face as the guy moved to embrace me
once more. Planting a quick kiss on my lips, he added, "Mags is one lucky
guy. If ever you need a swap let me know. Mind you, I have my hands full
with his dad at the moment. What a guy or an old man! Now, into bed with
you; I'll bring you up some tea later." I had to admit to myself that I was
feeling pretty tired after all that had happened, and the sleepless nights
I had after Mags had walked out on me. No, I thought as I crawled into
bed. He hadn't walked out on me, I realised now he wanted to protect us
both. Pete tucked the duvet round me and dropped a box of tissues beside
me. "Here are some tissues in case you still feel like soaking the
pillow. See you later, kid. Bye." So much or me trying to be the macho guy,
treating everybody so bad, I was nothing more than a stupid kid as Pete
left the room and I turned my face into the pillow and let the tears flow.

* *

Magsy's Story

I tried my best to rehearse with the band but got nowhere fast, my mind
being two floors up, and when my dad poked his head into the barn, Daley
signalled to me, and pointed to Dad. I followed Dad out and into the
kitchen where I found Pete setting up a tray using the remains of the
afternoon tea the band had enjoyed. We sat down at the table and Pete
pushed two mugs of tea at us, and then sat down opposite us.

"Well?" I asked.

"Well, first of all he broke your phone, and he's convinced you'll punish
him for it. I don't know anything about him, like you two do, but I see one
scared kid, obviously used to getting hammered just for putting a finger
out of place. As for this recent problem, he's more concerned about the
incest angle. He thinks he can't have you any more. I think he means as a
lover. I tried to reassure him it was a minor issue as he's so close to his
next birthday as you say, but I don't think I convinced him. One thing I do
know about him, he's very insecure. I waited outside the door till he
stopped crying and peeked in to see if he was okay. He'd fallen asleep with
his thumb in his mouth. At the moment it's the only comfort and security he
knows that won't lead him into a dead end or smack him in the face.  To me
it's the sure sign of a very unhappy boy wishing he was a lot younger and
somewhere else in happier times."

"Oh, so you're a psychologist all of a sudden."

Pete smiled, dismissing my obvious sarcasm. "Well, I was studying that
subject at Manchester Uni before the drumming bug bit me too hard."

"Sorry. I wonder what Elias said to him, to make him lose his temper and
break my phone?"

"Why don't you phone Elias and find out?" Pete reached into his jeans,
pocket, brought out his own mobile and slid it across the table. Dad
grabbed it and punched in the Marble House number and waited. Ben put him
through so fast; I guessed Elias had been waiting for the return call. Dad
didn't even have to ask what had been said. After Elias knew who was
ringing him, Dad just sat and listened quietly while Elias did the talking
apart from the occasional "yes" and "no" and "I see". In the end he said
"Okay Ly. He had to know some time, I suppose. Thanks. I'll ring you back."
Dad placed the phone on the table and shrugged at the two of us. "It wasn't
anything Ly said. He just verified what we said and let the kid now about
the reason for my affair with Marian." Pete prudently took the tray out
into the lounge while Dad turned to me and told me the whole story, that
Dad was Marian's knight in shining armour with Ly's full knowledge and
blessing, in her need to have a baby. I had to laugh, and Dad wondered why.

"It's okay, Dad; just my weird sense of humour. I was just thinking it
would have made a terrific Hollywood tearjerker fifty years ago. Pity it
hasn't turned out so well for the last generation." Then I sobered enough
to say, "So what do I do, Dad?"

"Simple. Ignore what other people think and follow your intuition. You love
Joey, don't you?"

"Yes, Dad, I really do."

"Well, then! Get up those stairs and to hell with who's who. I'm going to
be going up them stairs myself in a minute." His grin was wide and dirty as
he rubbed his hand together.

With a happier heart, I made a fresh pot of tea, retrieved the tray from
where Pete had put it in the lounge, and went upstairs to Joey's attic
bedroom. I wished I had a camera with me, when I gazed down at Joey, curled
up under the duvet, his thumb firmly jammed between those lovely lips. I
set the tray down on the far bedside cabinet and stripped off as quickly as
I could and slipped into bed, careful not to wake him, and I lay there for
a few minutes while the tea brewed, watching him sleep. At last I moved
closer and kissed his forehead, and I gently took hold of his hand and drew
his thumb out of his mouth. In his sleep, his lips hunted for the
comforter, just like a baby seeking his mother's teat or a dummy. He tried
to move his hand to his mouth but I held it away from him. Slowly his brain
told him it wasn't there and he frowned, stirred, and opened his eyes. I
lifted his hand to my face and kissed each finger before I turned it and
kissed the palm. Feeling his fingertips caress my cheek, I glanced down at
him and saw the tearful longing in his eyes. "I don't care who you are," he
whispered. "I need you, Mags."

"And I need you, babe." I reached for him and he came into my arms with a
sob of despair. He clung to me with the grip of a wrestler and buried his
face against my neck. "It's okay, babe, you were having a dream, that's
all. It's over now."  I hugged him for a minute then drew him away from
me. "I don't know about you but I'm pretty hungry. Let's have some tea and
we'll talk."

"I don't want to talk, I want you to love me."

"And I want to love you, but tea first." I sat up and lifted the tray onto
my thighs, and he move till he was resting on one elbow. He sniffled a lot
and I grabbed the box of tissues that threatened to slide off the bed. I
handed it to him and he pulled out a few and blew his nose. I poured the
tea and handed him a mug. He took it and sipped at it. There were still
tears in evidence and the sense of him feeling sorry for himself. I offered
him a sandwich. He took one and nibbled at it, but he wasn't really in the
mood to eat. He was doing it to please me, and I didn't want that. "When
did you last eat?"

Joey sniffed and wiped his nose again. "I don't remember. Early this
morning, I think."

"In that case, you need to eat now. Come on, I can't eat all these
sandwiches by myself." As I looked down at him, I realised it was the wrong
thing to say. His face crumpled and I managed to rescue his mug of tea
before he collapsed and buried his face in the pillow. I put the tray back
on the cabinet and leaned over him to stroke his back and shoulders. "Come
on, babe. No matter what happens, no matter how you feel, I'll always love
you and care for you. I know you're feeling down and depressed right now,
but things will get better, I promise."  He didn't resist as I gathered him
against me and began to shower him with kisses. "I love you, Joey, and I
want to help, but I can't do that if you won't tell me what happened to
you. I think it's about time you got it off your chest and let me do
something about it"

"There'll be trouble if I do, I told you that."

"There'll be trouble any way, if I'm accused of molesting you."

"Why?"

"Well, you'd have to be examined, and they'll demand that you tell them
everything; and believe me, you won't have an easy time. I'll be there for
you, but you'll have to tell me first so I can be forewarned what to
expect."

Joey was silent for a few minutes, and then he said quietly, "She did it."
He began to cry again, and I held him close and rubbed his back. He had
just confirmed what I had suspected but it was still a shock to hear
it. After a while, Joey stopped crying and accepted a tissue from the
box. "It started when I was about eight. Her boyfriends didn't last long
because she wanted sex all the time and she wore them out. When she didn't
have a boyfriend she used me instead."

"What did she use, for heavens sake?" I asked him. "You were damaged pretty
badly down there."

"A dildo, a large double one. The bitch put one end in her and the other in
me. She said it was my duty to please her. It was the only thing I was fit
for. It was awful but I grew up thinking it was normal, that all boys went
through the same thing, so I never said anything to anyone. Every time she
did it I bled; but she wouldn't do anything about it, except make excuses
to the school that I was sick. When people started asking questions we
moved. Then she blamed me for the move and hurt me more. I was about ten
years olf when I learned bout Sex abuse and realised it was wrong what she
was doing. It stopped when I got too strong for her and was able to fight
her off. So she started beating me instead."

"Well, it looks like we've got her where we want her. We'll go home and Dad
and I will confront her with what we know. We'll warn her to lay off you or
we'll report her to Child Protection and Social Services. At least she
won't beat you up in a hurry. Dad wants to change the rental of Top Farm to
you then you can kick her out whenever you want to. I'm sure Elias will
back you up and provide you with an excellent legal man. Meanwhile, I have
a friend who is looking for your dad. He doesn't have much to go on at the
moment but he's an expert at Family History Research. If he can find your
birth in the records in London, he'll get a copy and send it to you, so you
have your own birth certificate. It might take a while but I'm confident
he'll find something of interest. What you need to do is to try and
remember as much as you can. Did you ever see your mother's marriage
certificate or anything like that?"

Joey shook his head and sniffled a bit. "She has a metal box that she keeps
papers in. It's always locked and she doesn't let me see what's in it. I
caught her with it open once and saw some papers in it, but she slammed it
closed when she realised I was in the room, and she accused me of spying on
her and beat the hell out of me. I was eleven then."

"Well, all that's going to stop. From now on, Dad and I, and Pete are going
to look after you. Once Dad changes the lease to your name, she can't stop
any of us entering the house or staying there with you, especially when her
friends come to visit. In fact, we can put a stop to their visits if you
want. The only way up to Top Farm is the lane past the cottage, so no one
can go up there without Dad and I knowing. Dad is going to move into the
cottage with Pete, so you'll be safe enough while I travel with the band,
and if they need reinforcements, Elias will be happy to send in the
heavies. So, my sweet little angel, you've nothing to worry about, have
you?"

"Yes I have." Joey turned in my embrace and gazed up at me. "What am I
going to do for lessons while you're away with the band?"

I frowned at him. "What lessons?"

"The lessons we started at Marble House."

I smiled at him. "Well, we have till tomorrow morning so I think I could
manage a crash course. First lesson, we need to sustain ourselves. That
means food." Before he could protest I made sure he couldn't speak, by
clamping my lips against his. Once I felt him push against me, I broke the
kiss and was rewarded with a soft smile.

Between us we demolished the sandwiches, and the fresh pot of tea I made,
using the modern style teas-maid I had installed in each of the
bedrooms. Satisfied, we lay back with Joey nestled in my arms, his head
resting on my shoulder, while we talked about this and that, his hopes to
go back to school and to Aunt Millie's. I asked about the Christmas show
they were rehearsing, and he said, "It's a bit of a mixed bag really. There
are some dance routines from the different age groups; even the tinies are
doing something. Then there's a mini pantomime called Cinderella With A
Twist. I can't tell you too much as we're only doing it one night and I
want it to be a surprise if I can. I'll just say there are three
characters, a bit like the Three Stoogies; the third one being a real dumb
cluck. He gets put upon by the other two and provide the laughs throughout
the panto, but they're all in love with Cinderella and help her find her
prince and all that stuff, but I can't tell you how it ends as that's whe
the twist comes in, and it would spoil things if I told you."

"Sounds good; are you doing anything special?"

"I do a bit of hoofing, if that's what you mean. But enough of this
talking; next lesson please."


Joey's Story

I longed to feel him caress me like he had at Marble House, and I knew he
loved the feel of my skin. Before leaving Bottom Farm, where I still lived
with Miss Alton and Edward, I found some of Magsy's toiletries and had a
good long soak in the bath, and used his soap and a loofer, to scrub away
any dead skin, till my skin felt smooth and soft, but I wasn't satisfied. I
took Edward's razor and did something else; and when we go to Magsy's
house, I did it again.

 Now, I waited for Mags to discover what I had done. First he kissed me,
gently exploring my lips and face, and then my neck. I wanted him to go
further, and moaned with impatience. I pressed my body to his and put my
arms round his shoulders. He kissed me on the lips once more and is tongue
teased them. I opened my mouth and let him in, and felt a hand touch my
chest. Oh yes, I thought, this is what I want. After what the bitch had
done, as I grew older I wondered if I was gay. If the bitch had not hurt me
so much, I think I might have enjoyed having that dildo rammed up my
bum. If she had held me, caressed me, and shown me any love at all, things
might have been different as I longed for her to be nice and gentle with
me. Now here was a man who was offering to fulfil my deepest yearnings. I
felt his hand travel down my side to caress my hip, and I felt my penis
start to grow. While our kiss reached a level of passion and our tongues
fought for space, his hand reached down to my groin, fingers touching the
skin round my penis. At last he broke the kiss and jerked his head up, a
look of surprise on his face. He looked down to where his hand was. "What's
this? You've shaved yourself! Oh, babe, you feel so good down there, I have
to kiss it." He moved down my body and kissed and licked my freshly shaved
skin, and my boner started to throb.

"I did it for you, Mags." I managed to gasp, and in seconds my boner
disappeared into his mouth. "Oh, wow!" I raised my hips to thrust my penis
deeper into his mouth and lost myself in the beginnings of an orgasm. As I
reached my peek, I closed my eyes and felt his hands roam all over my
thighs and my butt; and I wished he would finger my hole where the
throbbing of my penis was echoed by a similar throbbing inside me. Damaged
as I was, I knew I could take him. That thought sent me into overdrive and
I let out a loud grown as Mags milked me dry. I came back down to earth to
find him kneeling between my thighs and reaching for something on the
bedside cabinet; the bottle of baby oil I had used to soften my skin. The
main bathroom here at this house held a load of interesting lotions and
creams.

Before he did anything, he lay down on top of me, and kissed me, wrapping
his arms under me to hold me to him. Oh, man! The weight of him on top of
me was so delicious I started to harden again. I spread my legs and felt
his penis stiffening against my groin. I put my arms round him again and
pushed my mouth hard against his, telling him how much I loved him, and
wanted him. He broke the kiss and gazed down at me, and I tried to convey
in my eyes and on my face, what I wanted. "Are you sure about this?" he
asked me.

I nodded. "I've never been as sure of anything as I am now. I need it
Mags."