Date: Thu, 23 May 2002 17:49:32 EDT
From: ErastesTouch@aol.com
Subject: Throw Away Kid  chapter 2

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Throw Away Kid - by Erastes                         Copyright 2000 by Erastes
Chapter 2 - Growing bonds, revealing secrets.       June 2001

The next morning I awoke with a strange feeling.  I don't know what it was,
but I just felt that something wasn't normal.  As I opened my eyes and
began to focus, I saw Bryce standing at the foot of my bed, smiling at me.
I looked at the clock and it read 5:15, so I would have to get up in
fifteen minutes anyway.  I reached over and turned the alarm off, to
prevent it from going off later, and then I looked at Bryce again.  He just
smiled and spoke to me.

"I was just excited and couldn't sleep any more.  That was the first time
I've slept in a bed in ages and I feel great.  I just came over to see if
you were awake or if you were getting ready for work."

"Well, I'm glad you got a good night's sleep, but I'm just going to lie
here a few more minutes before I get moving."

"Hey, that's okay.  I'll join you."  With that, he raced forward, leapt
into the air, and landed beside me on the bed, causing me to bounce up and
down.  He looked at me and began giggling, like that was the funniest thing
he had ever done.  "Sorry about that, but I just couldn't resist."

"So I noticed, but I understand.  I liked to do that when I was a kid too.
It used to drive my parents and my brothers and sisters crazy."  Suddenly a
sad expression came over Bryce's face and I couldn't understand why, until
he informed me what he was thinking about.  "I could never do anything like
that when I was home, because my mom never allowed me to go into her room
and I didn't have any brothers or sisters."

I guess I had unintentionally trod upon some sensitive issues, so I had to
think of a way to make him forget about this quickly.  I decided to go with
the first idea that came into my mind, and I slowly tried to turn this into
a joke.  "So, you're going to make me pay for that, are you?  Well, in that
case, you deserve a tickle torture."  I immediately grabbed him and began
to tickle him, running my fingers into his sides and under his armpits, and
I discovered that Bryce was extremely ticklish.  He began to thrash about
beneath me, trying to break free, so I threw my leg up and over his body,
pinning him down with my weight upon his waist.  Once he was securely held
in place, I continued the assault.

"Okay, okay, I give," he squealed, through his laughter.  "You'd better
stop or I'm going to pee all over your bed."

"You do and I'll have to start putting diapers on you."  I responded
jokingly, and then I let up momentarily, giving him a chance to gain
control of his bladder.  He took this opportunity to give me his point of
view on the matter.

"But I wouldn't have to worry about that, if you weren't tickling me like
this," he said panting, trying to catch his breath.

"Okay, I'll stop, but next time I won't give in to you so easily."

"Aw, come on, I've got to have some fun."

"And I do too.  You can have your fun jumping on my bed, and then I'll have
my fun tickling you.  Sounds fair to me."

"It would be, if you could catch me."  He started laughing after he said
that.

"Well, I caught you today, didn't I?"

"Yes, but next time I'll be ready for you."

"And I'll be ready for you."  To emphasize that, I tickled him again.  When
I stopped, he had a comeback.

"Yeah, we'll see about that."

I let him up, and then I got up and headed for the bathroom.  I knew I had
to get moving and perform my morning ritual, or else I wouldn't be ready in
time for work.  As I disappeared through the doorway of my bathroom, I
decided I'd better let him know what was going on.  "I'm going to take a
shower and then I'll come down and fix breakfast for us, unless you want to
get your own."

"Nah, I'll wait and eat with you.  Besides, I don't really know where
things are."

"Good point.  I won't be long."

I jumped in my shower and began to lather up, thinking about my new
houseguest.  The more I thought about him, the more I realized that I
needed to do some things in order for this arrangement to work.  First, I
had to get him familiar with where I kept things and, second, I wanted to
get to know him better and see what I could learn from him.  He seemed like
a good kid and I enjoyed his high spirits and good nature, so maybe we
could still remain friends, even if I was able to reunite him with his
family or if I found another solution for him.  The more I thought about
this, the more I realized that I needed to do something out of the
ordinary, something that I wouldn't normally do.  When I got out of the
shower, I went over to the phone beside my bed and called into work, asking
my secretary to clear my calendar for the day.  I told her that an
emergency had come up and that I needed to stay home to take care of some
things.  When she inquired as to the problem, which she normally did, as we
were quite close, I told her my nephew was here and he needed my help.  She
knew I had two brothers, three sisters, and several nieces and nephews, so
she didn't question this information.  In addition to my other reasons for
doing this, I wasn't sure I was ready to leave Bryce in my house
unsupervised.  Sure, he seemed like a nice kid and he told me that he
wouldn't steal from me, and basically I believed that, but experience had
taught me to be more cynical.  With that perspective, I wanted to get to
know him a little better before I left him with most of my possessions
within his grasp.  I hated to think this way, but I do have to be
practical.

Another reason I wanted to stay home was because I felt that Bryce might
require some help from me to work through his problems, especially if his
family had mistreated or abandoned him.  Many things could be running
through his mind right now, and he might not know how to deal with them.
For example, he might be wondering why some guy he had never met was
willing to take him in and do things for him, when those who were supposed
to love him had either abused him or turned their back on him.  I didn't
know anything about his situation, but I thought a night or a day alone,
reflecting on what he'd been through, might cause him to question not only
their motives, but mine as well.  I thought it best to be there and answer
those questions for him, rather than have him speculate about why these
things happened as they did, and maybe run off again or report my actions
to some agency as being suspicious in nature.  I couldn't afford to take
those kinds of chances, and I certainly didn't need a bunch of do-gooders
sticking their noses into my personal business, no matter how
well-intentioned they were or who they thought they were helping.  That was
a situation I definitely wished to avoid, at any cost.

My next reason was because I knew we'd need to bond in order for him to
open up and let me know about what kinds of things he had experienced in
his life.  Due to the fact that I tended to spend a lot of time at work, as
I had nothing else in my life at that point, I knew that I would have
little opportunity to do this without taking some time off from work.  If I
continued my regular routine, I wouldn't be around him very much, except
for a very brief time late at night or on the weekends.  If I were going to
try to forge any kind of a relationship with this boy and get him to
confide in me, I'd have to do better than that.  By taking the day off,
maybe I could speed up the process a bit.  I'd spend today with him, go
into work tomorrow, and then I'd have the entire weekend for us to be
together.  By spending three days out of four with him, I just might be
able to make the transition easier for him and it might give us the chance
to get to know each other better.

When I got downstairs, I began to make breakfast and then I informed him
that I had taken the day off from work.  Of course Bryce wanted to know
why, so I told him I did it for a couple of different reasons.  For one
thing, I told him that it would be extremely rude for me to invite him into
my home and then run off and leave him before he was familiar with
anything.  Next I decided to give it a more personal touch, so I let him
know that, even though I hadn't known him for very long, I already liked
him and thought that I should take the day off so we could get to know each
other even better.  He seemed to think that reason was pretty special, and
it caused him to keep asking 'you did that just for me?' or 'you really
like me?' and then he'd flash me that special grin of his.  By the time we
had finished eating, he was dancing around the table asking what we were
going to do.  I told him that it would be his choice, seeing he was my
guest, and he gave me an evil little grin this time, as he motioned toward
the French doors, located at the back of the family room.

"Can we go swimming?" he asked coyly.

"Sure, if that's what you decide.  It's plenty warm enough for that and the
pool's been set up for about a month now, so I see nothing that would stop
us.  If that's what you want to do, then we'll do it."

"Yeah, I've never been in a private pool before.  I've only gone swimming
at the community center and the YMCA, and they were always crowded."

"Well, you won't have to worry about any crowds here.  We'll wait a little
longer, to give our food time to settle, before we go up and put our trunks
on, and then we'll swim for as long as you want.  How's that sound to you?"

"It sounds great, as long as you're going to be out there too.  It's not as
much fun swimming alone."

"I guess not, but I do that all the time.  I go out and swim laps by myself
almost every night, just to keep in shape.  It also helps to relax me
before I go to bed."

"You mean you swim at night?"

"Yes.  There are lights in the pool, just below the waterline, and then
there are spotlights on each corner of the house, which are angled in
toward the pool.  We can turn both sets on, just one of them, or we don't
have to turn any on at all.  I often do that when there's a full moon.  I
like swimming after dark, when it's cooler, and, besides, that's one of the
few times I have to swim.  Working as much as I do, I seldom get to go in
when there's any daylight."

"Can we go swimming tonight too?  I've never swum outside after dark
before."

"Sure, we can do that.  It sounds like a great idea."

"Super.  It's sure is going to be fun living here."  Hearing this, I had a
dilemma.  I didn't want to crush his hopes, but I didn't want to mislead
him either.  I decided that it would be best to be honest with him, letting
him know, upfront, what my options were.  If he thought I was being
straight with him, maybe he'd be straight with me.

"Look, Bryce, I can't promise you how long you'll be here, because I don't
know anything about your situation.  I've got to check on the legalities of
all this too, as I don't know if I'm breaking any laws as it is.  I don't
want to end up in prison for a number of years because someone thinks I
tried to kidnap you or because they suspect I aided your delinquent
behavior.  Don't get me wrong, I do want to help you and I like you staying
here, but we might have to pursue other options, especially if it looks as
if one of us is about to lose our freedom because of what we're doing.
I'll get my lawyer involved and I'll get him to refer me to a top family
court lawyer.  I'll also make sure he understands that we both prefer to
have you remain here, but I won't know that until we've spoken.  I'll call
my normal lawyer later, to get the referral, but I'm not sure how long it
will be before I'll get in to see him."

"But why do you need another lawyer?  Why don't you just use the one you
have?"

"Let me see if I can explain this.  The lawyer I'm going to call handles my
personal matters, and I have another one who takes care of my business
affairs, so it's only logical that we need a specialist here too.  To make
sure we have a chance to get what we want, we'll need someone who is
familiar with that type of law.  As soon as I get the recommendation for
someone in that field, I'll call him and set up an appointment.  I'll get
in as soon as I can, but I'm not sure how soon that will be, and then we'll
find out what options we might have.  I hope this works out the way we
want, but I just don't know yet."

At first Bryce looked very sad, acting as if I'd told him the worst thing I
possibly could.  I knew he was impressed with the material aspects of my
life, as he had lived with just the basics growing up, and I understood
that we were kind of hitting it off, but I wondered if that would last if
and when I had to clamp down on him or discipline him.  As I was
considering all the reasons he might be sad and thinking about other
problems that might arise, his attitude seemed to change.  It was as if
something had changed in the relationship or that he had come up with an
idea, something that he thought would help to improve things or change my
mind.  I wasn't sure what it was, but I was positive that I'd find out
before long.  I was right, because suddenly he began to speak.

"Please, you gotta let me stay.  I'll do anything if I can stay here with
you, and I mean anything you want.  I've never lived in a nice place like
this before or had anyone who wanted to do the things for me, like you
have.  And you seem to like me too.  I've never had anyone who really liked
me before.  Everyone else just kinda put up with me or they wanted
something from me, that's all."

"Ah, come on.  You must have had some friends."

"Not really.  Nobody's really wanted me before, even before I was born."

"Oh, your parents must have wanted you."

"No, they didn't.  They didn't want me then, they didn't want me later, and
they don't want me now."  Bryce was sobbing at this point, his chest
heaving and the tears flowing freely down his cheeks.  I was sorry that I
had broached that topic and said the things I did, but there was no way to
take back my words now.  Instead, I thought I'd have to find another way to
make him feel better or distract him from dwelling on his problems.  I took
him by the hand and led him over to my chair.  Once there, I sat down and
then I pulled him onto my lap.  Once he was situated like that, I cuddled
him against my chest, stroked his hair, and whispered in his ear.

"Hey, I'm your friend and I want you around, and I'll try to do everything
I can to keep you here or find you an even better place to live."

"I don't want a better place, I like it here," he sobbed.  "If you're going
to make me a promise, promise me that I can stay here with you."  Oh, God,
did I paint myself into a corner or what?  Sure, I wanted the kid to like
and trust me, but I didn't expect this to happen, not yet.  I didn't
foresee that he'd react this strongly or imprint on me so quickly.  Now
what was I going to do?  How do you explain the realities and intricacies
of the justice system or the bureaucratic red tape of the Social Services
Department to a twelve-year old kid?  I wracked my brain to come up with a
feasible solution.

"I wish I could make that promise to you, Bryce, but there are too many
other factors involved here, variables over which I have no control.  I
will get my lawyers working on this, as soon as I have enough information
to go on, but there is only so much we can do until then."

"What kinds of information do you need?"

"Well, for one thing, I don't know enough about you and I wouldn't be able
to answer any questions he asked along that line.  We'll have to
investigate your situation pretty thoroughly, what it was like for you, why
you ran away, and things like that, before he'll be able to advise us on
what we can do."

"Then I'll tell you whatever you want to know.  I'll tell you everything,
if it means I can stay here."  He looked at me, his eyes pleading and his
face streaked with the tracks of his tears.  It was like looking at the
face of some adorable little puppy and wanting to take him home with you,
only to realize that you might not be able to.  He was breaking my heart
here, making me feel as if I were failing him already, but all I could do
was to continue to be honest with him.

"Bryce, I'll try to explain this the best way I know how.  Even if you do
tell me everything about your past, there is still no guarantee that I'll
be able to keep you here with me, but I know that won't even be a
possibility without that information."

"Then I'll tell you everything and I'll do it now."

"Look, why don't you think this over for a while first.  I don't want you
rushing into this and I don't want you doing it because you feel I've
pressured you into it.  Let's go take a swim and, when we finish that, you
can let me know what you've decided.  If you still want to tell me then,
we'll do it at that time.  Is that okay with you?"

"Yeah, I guess so, but I know I won't change my mind about that.  I trust
you and I know you care about me.  You do all kinds of things for me and
you talk to me like I'm a real person.  Besides, I can see that what you're
doing is for me, and not just for you."

"You are very perceptive.  I do care for you, but how else would I treat
you, if not like a real person?"

"Maybe I didn't say it right, but my mother, her friends, and the foster
families, well, they always talked about me like I wasn't even there, even
when I was in the same room with them.  They never talked to me.  They just
talked at me or about me.  They either spent their time giving me orders,
setting a bunch of dumb rules, or telling others what a bad person I was.
Everybody always told me how rotten I was or that I was worthless, but you
haven't done that.  You ask me questions and then you actually listen to
what I tell you.  You ask me what I think, and I can tell that you really
care about what I say.  You even consider the things I tell you and
consider them before you do anything.  Nobody's ever done that for me
before, not even my teachers, and there were only a few of them who ever
seemed to give a damn about me, but they only cared when I was at school.
They never asked me about anything else, just how I was doing in school,
but at least they cared that I did well.  I wish that some of them had
asked me what it was like living with my mother or at the foster homes,
then maybe I could have gone someplace else, someplace like this."

He was tugging at my heartstrings again.  I hugged him tightly to my chest
and kissed him lightly on the forehead, not sure if I should really be
doing that, but it just seemed as if it were the right thing at that time.
In return he wrapped his two arms around my arm, the one that was in front
of him, and he squeezed that as hard as he could, to show me that he cared
for me too.  When I finally felt him relax his grip on that arm, I told him
that we all have our dreams and our regrets, but even if one of his
teachers had asked him about his situation at home and discovered how bad
it was for him, it didn't mean that he would have been moved to someplace
better.  It might have just meant that he would have been placed in foster
care sooner, and he knew what that was like.  I told him that rather than
worrying about his past, he should start looking toward his future, doing
what he could to make it better.  I think he got the point of my message
and he hugged me and thanked me again.  I held him for a while longer, but
then I decided it was time to get his mind off his troubles.

"Okay, young man, now let's go upstairs, put our swimming trunks on, and
we'll go out and swim for a while.  When we're done swimming, then you can
let me know what you want to do next."

He looked up at me and smiled weakly, and then he got up, wiped the tears
from his eyes and face, and took my hand and pulled me all the way to our
rooms.  It was as if he thought I'd disappear if he lost contact with me.
He didn't even seem to want to let go long enough for us to go into our
rooms to change, but I convinced him that he would have to.  Before I got
my trunks out of the dresser, he was already back in my room, carrying his
swimsuit and obviously planning to change in my room, along with me.  I
didn't know if this was a good idea or not, but it seemed important to him,
so I grabbed my suit, took everything else off, and put it on.  He was a
bit ahead of me in that area, as he had already let me see him take off his
robe and put on his own trunks, now he stood staring at me, grinning from
ear to ear when he finally saw me naked.  I guess he liked what he saw.
Once we were both ready, he took my hand and dragged me back downstairs,
through the house, and out to the pool.  When we got there, I surprised him
by grasping his hand tightly, before I slung him into the pool.

That whole experience was one that I'll remember for quite a while.  It
began with me grasping his hand tightly and turning my body, using the
movement to help me propel him.  As he started going forward, he looked at
me, and you should have seen the startled expression on his face,
especially as I released my grip and he went flying into the water.  That
alone told me that he wasn't expecting me to do that to him and he was
still wearing that same surprised look when he hit the water.  He came up
sputtering and laughing, warning me that he was going to get me back for
that.  I didn't pay any heed to his threats and jumped into the pool with
him, only to have him leap upon my shoulders, in an attempt to dunk me
below the surface.  I didn't fight this attempt, knowing that it was
important for him to feel that he had gotten even with me, so I went under
without a struggle.  When I broke the surface of the water again, I began
spluttering and causing a fuss, like I hadn't expected him to do that so
quickly, and he was laughing hysterically and pointing in my direction.
The look of satisfaction that was on his face now was worth more than any
amount of money could have given me.  At that moment, he was just a little
boy having fun.

"See, I told you I'd get you back," he told me, with as much enthusiasm as
he could muster.  He continued laughing and splashing me now, so I dove
under the water and swam below him, grabbing his legs and pulling him down
with me.  I watched his face, to make sure he wasn't in any trouble, but
his eyes were sparkling and he still sported that huge grin, completely
enjoying our carefree play and good-natured antics.  We stayed in the water
for nearly an hour, sometimes swimming and sometimes horsing around, but we
both had a great deal of fun, and it was a pretty good workout as well.
Finally I got out of the pool and went over to lie on one of the lounge
chairs, and that's when Bryce yelled at me from the pool.

"Is the old man tired?" then he giggled in delight at his derogatory
comment.

"I'll give you old man, you little bugger."  He laughed even more at my
comment.  "I just came out to work on my tan.  It's not often that I get to
come out here in the daylight."

"So you're not that white just because you're a ghost?"  He giggled again.

"No, wise-guy, I'm that white because I don't get in the sun enough."

"Sure, like I believe that."  He giggled once more and then he hopped up on
the edge of the pool.  "Do you want me to get out and get some sun with
you, or do you want me to stay in the pool?"  I wasn't sure if he asked
this because he wanted me to tell him to join me, or he was just used to
having adults tell him what to do and when.

"That's up to you.  You can do whatever you like.  If you want to get some
sun, then you can grab the other lounge chair and join me.  But, if you
want to keep swimming, go ahead and enjoy yourself, as long as you are
careful."  At that point Bryce got completely out of the pool, walked over
and sat on the lounge next to mine, and then he just sat there and stared
at me for a few seconds.  Finally he decided to respond.

"I think I'll stay here with you, so I won't be too tired when you get back
in.  I want to have enough energy left, just in case you try to do other
things to me in the pool."

"Me?  Do things to you?" I asked incredulously.  "Would I do something like
that?"

"Of course you would.  You already have."  He giggled some more.

"Moi?  You think moi is as heartless as that?"  Bryce giggled even more.

"Yep, I do."  I feigned shock and anger, making him laugh even more, and
then I began to pout.  He thought that was hysterical, and he let me know
it.  "Oh, look at the way the baby sticks his lip out.  Did I hurt your
feelings?"  He was laughing really hard now.  "Aw, do I have to try to make
the baby feel better now?"

"No, just leave me alone," I told him, in mock anger.  "And you better
decide what you think I am."  He looked puzzled by my last comment, not
quite getting my meaning.  I decided that I better bail him out here.
"Well, first you call me an old man, and then you tell me I'm a baby.
Which is it?  I need to know, so I'll know how to act toward you.  Do I
shuffle around and forget things, or am I supposed to cry and throw temper
tantrums?"

He was laughing again now.  "Awwww, poor baby," he said, getting up and
walking toward me.  I thought that he was possibly going to do something
nice, to make me feel better, but I was wrong.  "Lets see, is he is an old
man or a widdle baby?  Hmmm. I guess he's an itty, bitty baby.  Maybe my
widdle baby would feel better if I tickled him."  With that he dug his
fingers into my side, sending me into a fit of laughter and trying
desperately to break away from his grasp.  That's one fact I usually hid
from everyone I knew, the fact that I am terribly ticklish.  Unfortunately,
this little devil had already found my Achilles heel and was taking full
advantage of it.  About this time, I managed to swing my legs over the side
of the lounge, grasp both of his arms and stand up.  Then I slung his body
over my shoulder, raced forward, and jumped into the pool, still holding on
to him.  We both went under the surface for a second or two, and then we
came up for air.  When we did, he threw his arms around my neck and gave me
a big hug, before he kissed me on the cheek.  Then he pushed himself back
away from me a bit, just looking into my eyes.

"You are so much fun and I love being with you," he told me.  "I hope you
can make it so I'll never have to leave here."

"I'll do what I can, kiddo, but that's all I can promise."

"As long as you try, but I know you will."  He continued to look at me, as
if he were trying to memorize every feature of my face.  After several
seconds of this behavior, he made a suggestion.  "Why don't we get back out
of the pool and I'll tell you everything you want to know about me.  That
way you'll be ready when you get your appointment with the lawyer."

I thought that was a good idea, so we got out of the pool again, but this
time I sat on the lounge chair and Bryce scooted in between my legs,
leaning back against me.  My heart began to ache for him immediately, as he
began to tell me his story, and he started out by telling me how he was
conceived.  It was a story he had heard many times when he was younger, as
his mother and grandparents would use this fact in their arguments, so they
could blame the other for what had happened.  Neither of the parties seemed
to care if Bryce heard what was said, as their main intent was to hurt each
other.  It seems that Bryce was conceived as the result of a date-rape,
when a former acquaintance of his mother's took advantage of her.  It seems
he wasn't too pleased when she didn't want to put out after he had spent
all that money on their date, so he took matters into his own hands.  Not
taking 'no' for an answer, he forced her to the floor, placed his hand over
her mouth, and then he lifted her skirt and ripped her panties off of her.
HHe used his free hand to undo his own trousers and release his straining
dick.  Then he forced her legs apart, so he could do the no-step boogey,
only caring that he got off.  After he dumped his load inside of her, he
left her lying on the floor, sobbing her eyes out and feeling shamed by
what had been done, and then he disappeared into the night.

She told her mother what had happened and she told her father.  Her parents
tried to report the incident to the police, but they didn't have much
success.  The fact that she had been out on a date with him and many people
had seen them out having a good time together, it would be hard to prove
that the sex wasn't consensual.  The case would boil down to 'he said, she
said', and there wasn't much else she or her parents could do to prove it
wasn't what they both wanted, unless they got him to admit it, and that
wasn't very likely.  After she found out she was pregnant, Bryce's mother
wanted to have an abortion, but her parents wouldn't allow that, as it was
strictly against their religion.  To spite her parents and get back at them
for not allowing her to have an abortion, his mother wouldn't put him up
for adoption.  Now he was going to be stuck in a home where he was neither
loved nor wanted.

As an infant he was basically left in his crib or playpen most of the day,
though he was fed, changed, and bathed fairly regularly.  As he grew older,
he was expected to play by himself and keep out of the way, a variation of
the old 'children should be seen and not heard' theme, but this kid was to
be neither seen nor heard.  He also learned quickly what punishment he'd
face if he didn't do that.  One day his mother wasn't happy when he
accidentally got in her way, so she grabbed a wooden spoon from the kitchen
and beat his back, butt, and legs, leaving numerous bruises and welts.  He
made sure he never got in her way again, but there was one other time he
had done something wrong.  One night he had been having a bad dream and he
started crying hysterically when he awoke, scared by the visions he had
just witnessed.  Unfortunately, the noise woke his mother and she came
storming into his room, determined to put an end to the ruckus and teach
him that she didn't enjoy being awakened like this.  She also brought her
hairbrush with her and, after telling him she'd give him something to cry
about, she spanked him with that and then forced him into the closet, where
he spent the rest of the night.  She hadn't even bothered to find out why
he was crying in the first place.

Scared, in pain, and all alone, Bryce sobbed and huddled in that small dark
hole until morning, when he finally dared to let himself out.  After he
finally saw the sunlight filtering through the gap under the door, he felt
it was safe to open the door and go back to his bed.  He stayed there for
the rest of the day, not to sleep, but to hide from his mother, and he
didn't even go out to eat.  When he heard her go to bed later that night,
he sneaked out of his room, found some crackers and a jar of peanut butter,
and then he took a knife and spread a little peanut butter on each of the
crackers before he ate them.  After that, he got himself a glass of water
and then he went back to his room.  He got back into bed, but he stayed
awake all night, afraid to fall asleep, fearing he'd have another bad dream
and cry out again.  He would do everything he could to prevent a repeat of
the previous evening.  What a hell of a way for a kid to have to live.

Things eventually calmed down for him again and he was able to stay out of
the line of fire after that.  A few weeks later someone new showed up at
the apartment, a new friend of his mother's.  This guy was skinny and kind
of ugly, but for some reason his mother seemed attracted to him.  This guy
started to spend most of his time there, even when his mother wasn't
around.  After another month or so, the guy moved in completely.  His name
was Maury and he kind of took a special interest in Bryce, especially when
his mother wasn't around.  Bryce thought that Maury was only paying
attention to him when they were alone, so his mother wouldn't get mad that
he was being nice to her bastard son, but that wasn't really the reason at
all.  Regardless of the reason, Bryce kind of liked it that an adult was
talking to him or sitting with him to watch TV.  He was so used to being
alone that this sudden attention fascinated him and it became something
important to him.

One night Maury told Bryce's mother that he wasn't feeling well and wanted
to stay home, so she went out alone that night, not wanting to spend the
evening cooped up in the apartment.  Bryce and Maury were sitting on the
couch watching television, when Maury pulled Bryce onto his lap and began
cuddling with him, rubbing his legs in the process.  Bryce thought this was
really great, that someone finally liked him enough to want to hold him,
and he melted into the guy's chest.  It wasn't long before he felt a hand
sliding under the waistband of his underpants and he felt Maury's fingers
playing with his little wiener.  He had no idea if that was right or wrong,
but he enjoyed the attention and the feeling wasn't bad either, especially
when his little thing got hard like that.  He let Maury continue doing
those things to him, just grateful that someone was noticing that he was
alive and doing something with him besides beating on him.

This same thing seemed to happen every time the two of them were alone,
even though Bryce knew that Maury was having sex with his mother nearly
every night.  He knew that because he could hear the bed squeaking and the
headboard banging against the wall, or he could hear the two of them
moaning in the throes of passion.  He knew about those kinds of things from
the other kids at school, even though he didn't have any friends of his
own, because the other kids thought he was weird and not very friendly.
Sometimes he could hear the other kids talking about things like that,
especially about what boys and girls did together.  He had also heard some
older boys talking about doing things with each other, so he thought that
what Maury did with him was the same kind of thing.  It was because of
that, and the fact that he knew Maury was also having sex with his mother,
that he never tried to stop Maury from doing those things to him.  His
silence, however, complicated the issue and inadvertently encouraged Maury
in the process, making him bolder in his intentions.

Things went on like that for quite some time, and then one day Maury
started to do something different, something new.  Now he was putting his
hands down the back of Bryce's pants, rubbing a finger up and down his
crack, trying to stick it in his butt-hole.  Bryce tightened his muscles
back there, so he couldn't do that, but Maury became insistent, telling him
to just relax and he'd enjoy it.  Bryce was scared at first and didn't want
to continue this new game.  Although he hadn't objected to what they had
done before, Bryce didn't think this was right.  Eventually Maury did force
one finger into him, and it hurt Bryce a little, so the boy told him so.
Maury didn't seem to care about that, just that he was doing what he wanted
to do, so he continued.  After a while Bryce's rectum began to adjust to
the intruder and it didn't seem to hurt as much, but that didn't make Bryce
like it any more.  From experience, Bryce knew it wasn't wise to go against
an adult, not if he didn't want to face the consequences, so he just tried
to relax and think about other things while Maury did as he pleased.  That
helped a little.

After that, Maury began doing these things more and more.  These sessions
continued, but what Maury did to him changed a little.  One day when Maury
pulled Bryce's pants all the way off before he began, not just down.  Then
he started using two fingers at a time, not just one, and Maury was getting
more aggressive toward the little boy.  The added finger hurt Bryce again,
stretching his little hole even further and maybe even tearing him a bit,
but Bryce didn't dare say a word to him about it, afraid of the reaction it
might draw.  No one ever listened to what he had to say anyway, so why
should he even bother?  Maury would finger-fuck him like that for many,
many minutes, just sliding those digits in and out of the boy's opening,
but Bryce never understood what pleasure Maury got from doing that.

After Maury did that to him, Bryce would try to stay away from Maury for as
long as he could, spending as much time alone in his room as he possibly
could.  This didn't protect him, however, or keep from being the object of
Maury's desires.  Whenever Bryce's mother was gone, Maury would drag Bryce
out of his room to join him, so he could do all those different things to
him.  Finally the inevitable happened, and one night Maury took their
activities to the next level.

Maury had brought Bryce into the living room with him, as he normally did,
and they were watching TV.  He had taken Bryce's pants off him and he had
been working two, and then three of his fingers, up the boy's behind.
After they had done this for a while, he made Bryce lean forward, moving
himself off of Maury's lap, and Bryce heard Maury unsnap his own pants and
then unzip them.  When Maury told him to sit back again, Bryce could feel
something new touching his opening.  He turned around and gave Maury a
horrified look, but Maury told him to just relax and it would be no
different than when he used his fingers, but Bryce wasn't convinced.  He
tried to jump off of Maury's lap and bolt from the room, but Maury was
ready for that.  He grabbed Bryce by the shoulders, holding him in place,
all the while telling the kid that he'd beat the crap out of him if he
tried to do that stunt again.  Bryce thought about it for a minute and
decided that he might as well give in.  He figured this wouldn't hurt as
much as a beating, so he calmed down and Maury positioned the tip of his
penis so it touched Bryce's puckered hole.  Bryce was wondering when Maury
was going to make his move, when Maury tightened his grip on Bryce's
shoulders and forced him downward, at the same time thrusting upward with
his hips.  Bryce felt a jolt of pain as that man-sized tool was thrust all
the way inside him in one fell swoop, and he cried out in agony.  Maury
clamped a hand over Bryce's mouth, told the 'little brat' to 'shut the fuck
up', but Bryce's continued to whimper as the tears streamed down his face.

Maury was considerate enough to wait at that point, giving the boy's anus
time to adjust to the intrusion, but then he moved his hands down to
Bryce's waist.  Now he began to lift the boy up and down, pulling him off
and then impaling him again on his erection.  Maury told Bryce to help out
and do some of the work himself, encouraging the boy to lift his body up
and down on his penis.  Bryce did as he was told, figuring it would be
better that way, and he felt that thing sliding in and out of him, rubbing
uncomfortably against the lining of his intestinal tract.  He was numb now,
at least from the neck up, as he tried to think about other things and not
concentrate on what was happening to him.  As he kept lifting up and down,
so Maury would finish and leave him alone, he kept telling himself it would
be over soon.  While he was enduring this activity, Maury would say things
to him like, 'you're tight, boy' or 'you're even better than your momma',
but Bryce tried not to hear a word he said.  After a few minutes of this
action, he heard Maury begin to moan, like he would hear him do in the
bedroom when he was having sex with Bryce's mother, and then Maury jammed
his cock all the way into Bryce's ass.  This hurt Bryce even more, as
Maury's dick was further inside him than it had ever been before, and then
he felt something warm filling his insides.  His na^Ėve mind told him
that Maury had just peed in his ass, and that made him feel sick to his
stomach.

They sat like that for a minute or two longer, while Maury enjoyed the
lasting effect of his orgasm, and then he helped Bryce get off him.
Eagerly Bryce jumped up, happy that it was over, but then Maury told him to
lay face down on the couch.  Bryce wasn't sure why Maury wanted him to do
this, but he knew he'd better comply.  As Bryce got into that position,
Maury reached over to the coffee table and grabbed a box of tissues, so he
could clean both of them up.  Maury wiped the white goop off of himself
first, and then he wiped Bryce's rear-end.  Bryce looked at the tissues as
they were thrown onto the floor, and he noticed that some of them had some
red on them.  Even though Bryce didn't know what it meant, it was obvious
that he had bled a little when this happened, but hopefully it was from
nothing severe.  After Maury had cleaned him up and Bryce had put his pants
back on, Bryce ran back to his bedroom and stayed there for the rest of the
night.  He didn't want to see Maury ever again.

Ironically it was just a couple of weeks later that Bryce's class was given
the 'Danger Stranger' and sexual abuse presentation.  They were told that
they should tell an adult, like a teacher or policeman, when someone did
something to them they didn't like or if someone touched them in areas that
would normally be covered by their bathing suits.  Bryce considered this
during the rest of that day and all through the night, wondering if he
should tell someone what had happened to him.  The next day he made up his
mind to let his teacher know what had been going on at his house, and not
just about Maury either.  He would also tell his teacher about his
relationship with mother and how she treated him too.  The teacher couldn't
believe her ears and immediately took Bryce to the principal's office.  The
principal called the Department of Social Services and then the police.
Later that same day, Maury was arrested and Bryce was taken out of his
home.  Maury was later convicted and sent to prison, but not until after
Bryce had to tell a judge and a bunch of other people, I assumed the
lawyers and a jury, what had happened to him.  He was kind of embarrassed
about having to do that, but he was very brave and did what he needed to
do.  From there he went into the foster care system and a whole new phase
of his life began.

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