Date: Mon, 12 Jan 2004 20:10:08 -0800 (PST) From: Thomas Gaige Subject: The Abandoned Boy - Chapter 4 DISCLAIMER: The following story is FICTIONAL. It contains descriptions of sexual activities between men, teenage boys, and between men and teenage boys. If you are not over 18 years of age, or if you find this type of story offensive, or viewing this material is illegal where you are, then please DO NOT READ IT! If you choose to read it, then - I hope you enjoy it! The Abandoned Boy Chapter 4 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I lay there in shock. Simon was laying in the crook of my arm, his hardon grinding into my hip, as his hips were thrusting slowly, back and forth. His hand was wrapped around my hardon, and he was slowly jerking me off. His breathing was slow, but heavy. Every so often, he emitted a low moan. I couldn't see his face, so I couldn't tell if he was awake, and aware of what he was doing, or if possibly he was asleep, and didn't realize. I hoped it was the latter. Either way, I knew I had to stop him, or else we'd both soon be wearing globs of my cum. I decided to just pretend to be asleep, and roll over. Then, whether he was awake or asleep, he wouldn't end up embarrassed. As I was about to roll over, Simon suddenly muttered, "mmmm, so goood Ethan..." Maybe he was asleep afterall. I wondered if Ethan was the same Ethan, I'd seen coming out of the locker room those couple times. I didn't have time to think about it any longer, as I felt my orgasm starting to build. I really wanted to let Simon finish me off, but it wouldn't have been right. So, gently, I rolled over toward him, effectively causing him to stop, as he was pushed over onto his back. His hand released my penis then as well. I continued rolling, till I was on my belly. I heard Simon waking up then, so I pretended I was still asleep. "Oh Shit!" I heard him whisper, as he became fully awake. I pretended I was asleep yet. I felt Simon getting up. He tiptoed out of the room. The bathroom door shut a moment later. I was still really horny from all the action Simon had been giving me. Quickly I turned over onto my back, reached down to the floor and felt around until I found a sock. I picked it up and shoved the blankets down. Then I slid the sock over my burgeoning member. Once my cock was in the sock, I began jacking off. In less than a minute, I felt my orgasm building. I beat off faster. About a half minute later, I gasped, and began spewing my love juice into the sock. I squirted over and over into the sock, until my orgasm finally ended. As I lay there a moment recovering, I heard some gasps emanating from the bathroom, which was right behind the wall behind me. I smiled to myself, as I listened to Simon having his orgasm. I wiped my dick clean with the sock, and threw it on the floor, then turned over, and pretended to be asleep again. Moments later I heard the bathroom door open. As I laid on my belly with my softening dick, which was still oozing a bit of cum, smashed between my belly and the matress below me, Simon very carefully crawled back into bed and snuggled up to me again. As he nestled up to me, his dick, which now felt soft, but still a little larger than usual, became sandwiched between my hip and his thigh. The boy felt hot to me, as he lay against me. He was breathing rather heavily as well. A few seconds after he was settled, I felt a drop of moistness drip onto my hip. I supposed it was a bit of cum that had oozed from the tip of his dick. I would've loved to wipe it up with my finger and taste it, but of course I didn't. We both lay there breathing heavily for a while. Eventually, Simon began snoring softly. He'd fallen back to sleep. I must've fallen asleep again as well, as the next thing I knew, I was waking up again. I looked at the clock. It was almost 9:00. Simon was still plastered up against me, sleeping peacefully. I laid there a few minutes, until I was fully awake. Then, I crawled out of the bed, extricating myself from Simon's embrace, being careful not to wake him. He stirred a moment, but then snuggled into the pillow and his deep, even breathing resumed. * * * I got some clothes and went to the bathroom. I shaved, brushed my teeth, took a shit, and then jumped into the shower. As I washed, I thought back to earlier when Simon was humping and masturbating me. Of course I got hard again, so when I got around to washing my genitals, I used spent some extra time "washing" them. Soon right hand was sliding up and down my rod, while my soapy left hand fondled my testicles. It didn't take long before I was gasping and spewing my second load of the day against the shower wall. When I was finished, I rinsed off, and washed the shower wall down. Then I got out, dried, and dressed. Then I headed to the kitchen to make breakfast. * * * First I started a pot of coffee. Then I began frying some bacon. It wasn't too long before Simon walked into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes and yawning. He was wearing my sweats again. Simon smiled when he saw the bacon and surreptitiously swiped a piece off the pile I'd finished and stuck it in his mouth, as I chuckled. "I made the bed and put the laundry in the washer. Kinda funny, one of your socks was really wet! You must've stepped in something wet," he said. I blushed, but he didn't notice, saying he wanted to shower, but wondered if there was anything else he could do to help first. I smiled and told him to go shower. As he was leaving, I asked him how he liked his eggs and what he liked to drink in the morning. He said he'd take his eggs anyway I made them, and he'd drink anything but coffee. I chuckled as he wandered off. Simon reappeared in the kitchen a while later. He was wearing his own jeans and T-shirt now. We sat down then and ate our breakfast. Simon ate well, really enjoying his bacon & eggs. After we picked up the dishes and put them in the dishwasher, I suggested we go shopping. First we went to some clothing stores. I bought Simon all kinds of new clothing. He had virtually a new wardrobe when we were done. Next we went to a drug store and Simon picked up a deoderant stick, some Bic razors for the couple facial hairs he needed to shave off every few days, and a few other supplies he needed. He snickered as I put a tube of preparation H on the counter as well. I told him we'd discuss that later. He looked at me quizzically, but I changed the subject. Next, we got him a bunch of school supplies. Then, I wanted to go into the book store. I was pleased when I saw Simon looking longingly through the sci-fi books. I told him to pick out a few. He looked guilty when he arrived at the check-out with 9 books. He was going to go put some back, but I laughed and made him put them all on the check-out counter. We went into an Entertainment store next. I bought Simon TV/VCR and a stereo for his room, a walkman CD player, and some CDs. By then it was lunchtime. We in the food court. Simon had 3 burgers, 2 orders of fries, and a shake. I loved how well the boy was eating, and hoped it would put a little meat on his bones. As we ate, we discussed how he wanted to decorate his room. I told him he needed to decide on a color for the walls, but that the ceiling had to stay white, as it was that textured stuff they'd used throughout the apartment. Simon thought blue would be nice. We left the mall and went to a paint store. Simon picked out the blue he wanted and we bought a gallon. Then we went to a furniture store. I told Simon he could have a full-size bed, but anything bigger wouldn't fit in the room. He chose a bed with a wooden headboard with cubby holes in it. We found a matching dresser and night stand too. Then I started looking at computer hutches. Simon asked why, and I told him he needed one for a computer, and that it would have to double as a desk as well. Simon looked at me with huge eyes. "You're getting me a computer?" he asked, blinking. I grinned and said, "you need one for your school work!" He just gawked at me. Then his eyes watered a little and he said "Greg, you're spending way too much money on me! Please stop already!" I smiled and said, "I can afford it, and this is all stuff you need, so don't worry about it." Simon continued looking at me, then he put his arms around me and hugged me. "Thank you so much Greg," he said, "I don't deserve all this!" I hugged him and said, "Yeah Simon, you do. Now let's get finished and go home so we can start working on your room!" We checked out and set up delivery of the furniture for Tuesday. We left there and stopped quickly at a drapery shop. I had Simon pick out a set of drapes and a comforter. I also got him sheets, pillowcases, and pillows. Our final stop was the grocery store, where we loaded up a cart full of groceries. * * * Finally, we headed back to the apartment. As we were turning into the complex, I noticed Ethan, the senior I'd seen in the locker room with Simon a few times, sitting on the bleachers by the baseball field. "Hey, there's your friend," I said. Simon looked at the bleachers. As he did, Ethan looked toward us. He gave us a puzzled look. "He's not my friend," Simon said, nervously, "I recognize him from school though." I looked at Simon. He was staring straight at the road. His face looked a little red. "Oh," I said, "I thought you two hung out together at school." "No," Simon said. Then he changed the subject, as I drove into the complex. It took several trips back and forth to the car, before we got everything inside. As I was straightening the car out afterward, I gave Simon the key to the mailbox and asked him to go get the mail. The mailboxes are all together near the entrance to the complex. When I'd finished up in the car, I looked over at the mailboxes. I was surprised to see Ethan standing there talking to Simon. Simon glanced toward me, blushed deeply, and got an extremely guilty look on his face. He turned to Ethan and said something. Ethan looked up at me, then said something to Simon, and turned around and walked off. Simon was looking at the ground, as he walked toward me. When he reached me, I said to him, "Last night I asked you to promise me that you'd never run away from me if we had a problem. You agreed. Well, I'm going to ask you to promise something else now." Simon didn't look up, but mumbled, "What?" I put a hand under Simon's chins lifted his face up so he was looking at me. He looked miserable. "Simon," I said, "I want you to promise me that you'll never lie to me! But, don't promise me that, unless you really intend to keep your promise. OK?" Simon's eyes watered, as he looked at me. "I'm sorry I lied to you about Ethan," he said. "It's OK. Thanks for the apology. We'll talk about Ethan later," I said. "Right now I just want you to promise me you'll never lie to me again. But only if you really mean it. Can you do that?" Simon was quiet for a moment, but then softly he said "I promise." I grinned and said, "OK then. And I promise if you're always truthful with me, I won't come down on you so hard, even if you do something wrong. Now, let's go work on your room!" I draped my arm over Simon's shoulder. He looked up at me and smiled, and we walked back to the apartment. * * * We spent the rest of the day emptying, cleaning, and painting Simon's new room. It was 7:00 when we finally finished. Aside from one small paint fight we'd gotten into, we'd done a pretty neat job too. At the grocery store, we'd picked up some steaks for supper. Since it had gotten nice out again, I decided to grill them out on the deck. Before I grilled though, I made a big pan of brown & wild rice, and a tossed salad, while Simon set the table. Then I grabbed a bottle of beer and the steaks, and headed for the deck. Simon came with me. When the steaks were done, we went in to eat. I asked Simon what he wanted to drink. Shyly he asked if he could have a beer. I thought a minute, then said, "OK, but only one, and you're only ever to drink anything alcoholic if we're here at home together, and only if you ask me first. Understood?" Simon grinned and agreed, then went and got two beers out of the refrigerator, one for himself, and another for me. We put all the food on the table, then sat down and feasted. * * * After we'd finished eating and picking up, we decided to watch a movie. It might have been good, but neither of us knew, as we both fell asleep. I woke up toward the end of it, turned off the TV, and nudged Simon awake. Groggily he got up and followed me down the hall. I went into the bathroom and started brushing my teeth. I was surprised when Simon ran in behind me, ripped his jeans down and sat down on the toilet. "Sorry!" he gasped, as his face contorted a bit and he turned red. A few seconds later, as I heard a plop in the water, he relaxed, smiled sheepishly and said, "I had to go bad!" He proceeded to wipe himself then, while I continued brushing my teeth. "Man, I feel better," he said, as he stood up and flushed, "I really had to go." Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a massive piece of shit swirling around in the toilet. "It's all the food you've been eating," I said, snickering, after I'd rinsed. Simon looked guilty then. I chuckled and said, "I'm just picking on you. You're supposed to be eating as much as you do. So keep it up! I like to see you eat! Now brush your teeth." Simon smiled then, and began brushing his teeth. Since he'd felt free to take a crap in front of me, I guessed I could pee in front of him, so I stepped over to the toilet and peed. I noticed Simon glanced down at my dick as I did. I also noticed a bulge start to rise in his crotch, especially as I massaged the last drops of pee out of my hose. I found this intriguing. This, along with what had happened in bed that morning, left me wondering about Simon's orientation. "Uh, Greg, where do you want me to sleep?" Simon asked, after he'd finished. "You're sleeping in my bed till your new one arrives," I said, "I'll sleep on the couch." "No! It's your bed! There's room for two. Can't we share it again?" Simon said, "Unless you don't like being that close to me." "It's not that Simon," I said. He looked at me questioningly, while I contemplated whether I should tell him I was gay or not. Finally, I decided that if I expected him to be open and honest with me, I had to be with him too. "Simon, there's something I haven't told you about myself, that I need to tell you," I said. "I expect you won't want to be sleeping with me once you know, but that's OK. Guys your age don't usually sleep with other guys much anymore anyway. I just hope you won't let what I'm about to tell you change your mind about living with me. I wasn't trying to hide this from you, it just hasn't come up yet, but you need to know. I'm gay Simon." Simon just stared at me, obviously surprised, while I watched him, scared about what his reaction might be. Finally, he said, "Really? You're gay?" "Yeah," I said, "by the way, I'd like to ask you not tell anyone, OK?" "Well, what do you know?" he said, "that makes two of us. I am too. And, no problem I won't tell anyone." I looked at Simon a minute, somewhat surprised. Even though I'd wondered about his orientation, after what he'd done in bed that morning, and the way he looked at my dick whenever he got the chance to, I hadn't really expected him to admit it, even if he was gay. At least not yet. "You are too?" I asked. Simon grinned and said, "yup." Then he chuckled and said, "This is great! So, I guess there's no problem for us to sleep together then!" I looked at Simon a minute, then said, "Well, I don't really think it's proper for an adult and a teenager to sleep together Simon, especially if they're gay, unless they're closely related, like father and son." "Well, you're supposed to be my father now aren't you?," Simon said, looking at me. I laughed and said, "hmm, I suppose so. But we really don't know each other that well yet Simon." Simon looked at me with a hurt look. "Simon! It's not that I don't care about you or anything like that, don't be hurt," I said. "Well, what is it then?" he asked, still looking upset. "I don't know, it just doesn't seem quite right," I said. "Well I see no problem with it. Besides, we have a reason to. It's the only place to sleep that we have right now. And only the two of us will know we're sharing your bed anyway. Please! It would be like a sleep-over!" Simon said, as a last ditch effort. He smiled hopefully, making puppy-dog eyes at me, as I stood debating with myself about it. Finally, I said, "Oh alright! I suppose it's no big deal. Besides, it's only a couple more nights, come on!" Simon grinned then and headed for my bedroom. When we got there, he stripped completely, and dove under the covers. I took off my T-shirt and jeans, and was going to crawl into bed with my briefs on, but Simon stopped me. "Hey, you slept naked last night, and I know that's how you prefer to sleep. So get naked, or you'll make me feel guilty," he said. I stood there hesitating, wondering if Simon had an ulterior motive for wanting me to sleep naked with him. "Besides, I'm naked, so you should be too," he added. "Well, that's actually more of a reason I shouldn't be, but you're right, naked is a lot more comfortable. What the hell," I muttered finally, and pulled off my briefs, then climbed into bed next to Simon, who grinned at me. "So, what should we talk about?" Simon asked, as I turned off the light. * * * I chuckled and said, "Well, I told you we'd get back to it later. How about you tell me why you didn't tell me the truth about Ethan?" Simon didn't say anything. "I'm gonna wanta know about him sooner or later," I said, "and I'd prefer sooner Simon!" "Can't it wait, please?" Simon asked. "OK, but sometime tomorrow, let's talk about it, alright?" I said. "OK," he muttered. There was a few minutes silence, then Simon piped up, "Hey Greg, how come you bought that tube of Preparation H? "Well," I said, "I don't want to embarrass you, but it's for you." "ME?" he asked incredulously. I said, "Yeah, see, uh - yesterday when you bent over to pick up your laundry in the bathroom, well, because you're so skinny, your asshole showed. I noticed that it looked puffy and irritated. So, I thought maybe you might need it for that. It'll make it feel better if it hurts or itches." Simon was quiet then. "You OK? I mean, I'm not trying to make fun of you, I'm just trying to help," I said. "I know," he said, finally. "OK then, can you tell me how your hole got so irritated and swollen?" I asked. "I-I'd really rather not talk about it," Simon said. I could tell he was upset and embarrassed. "Simon, you can talk to me about anything, no matter how embarrassing you might think it is. I just want to be able to help you if you need it," I said. "I know," Simon said quietly. I hesitated, then said, "Simon, I gotta ask you a question. And again, I'm not trying to pick on you, I just want to help. I know now that you're gay. Have you been having sex Simon? Have you been letting someone, Ethan maybe, stick their dick up your butt?" I got worried when Simon didn't answer. "Simon," I prodded, "has someone forced themself on you? Were you raped?" Simon was silent for a moment, but then I heard him snuffling a little. My heart started to break, as I dreaded the answer I knew he'd eventually give me. "Simon, I just want to help you! Whatever your answer is, it's OK, it won't change my opinion of you," I said. Simon started to cry. "Yes it will!" he cried, "You'll be sorry you ever took me! You'll be sorry you ever spent any money at all on me!" "No Simon, you're wrong about that! I just want to help you! Please! Tell me what's wrong!" I said. "Fine! Just remember you asked!" he said, crossly. Then, sniffling he said, "I was hungry. I had no food or money. So I had to do whatever I could, so that I didn't starve to death! I started stealing food from people. You know that, because you caught me stealing your food once! You were nice though and always left some for me after that. That was good, but it wasn't really enough. Especially on weekends. Well, one Saturday night I got caught stealing a banana at a store. I thought the guy was going to call the police and that I'd get taken home, so I begged him not to do that, and promised him I'd do anything he wanted. When he heard that, he decided to 'use' me! He took me into a back room and made me suck his dick. Then he made me pull my pants down and lean over his desk. He shoved his cock up my ass then and fucked me! He fucked me really hard and he didn't use any lube, except for my saliva! Fucking God! It hurt so bad!" Simon broke down sobbing then, as I laid there next to him, absolutely stunned. I reached over to take him in my arms, but he suddenly continued. "When he was through with me he told me to get out. He threw the banana at me. I picked it up and ran. Well, the next day, I was hungry again, and I didn't know what to do. I went back to the store, hoping that Sunday was his day off. It wasn't. He walked up behind me and told me to go to the back room with him again. I was scared and didn't know what to do, so I followed him. When we got there, he fucked me again. When he was done, he handed me a package of Oreos and shoved me out the back door. He told me to come back the next day if I wanted more. Well, I was hungry the next day, and the next and the next..." Simon's voice trailed off, as he began weeping again. I tried to reach for Simon again, but he pulled away from me and said, "NO! You wanted to hear this! Well, it get's worse! After a while, I realized maybe he wasn't the only guy who'd be interested in my body in exchange for food or money. So I started looking for guys who might want to 'use' me. I found a few. One at a restaurant, another at a drug store. I also found a few guys at school who pay me if I gave them blow jobs. You wanted to know about Ethan. Well he's one of my best customers! He's always been nice to me though. He's the only one who's been nice. So there! Now you know the whole truth about me! I'm a fucking whore! A prostitute! I sell my body to anyone who'll pay me to 'use' it!" Simon leaped out of bed and ran sobbing to the bathroom. I jumped up and followed him, but he had locked himself in. I heard him crying, and I pleaded with him to open the door and let me in. He wouldn't. Finally, I started talking through the door to him. I told him that I understood, and that it was OK. That I still loved him, and wanted to help him. I talked to him for a good fifteen minutes telling him things like that. Finally, he opened the bathroom door, and stepped out. He looked at me with sad eyes. "You've been so nice to me, and you've never asked for anything in return. And all I am is a liar, a whore, and a pain in your ass. It isn't fair to you. I can't apologize enough for lying to you and letting you think I was something I'm not. And for letting you spend so much money on me today. There's nothing I can offer you to make up for it, other than myself. When it comes down to it, you're the only guy who deserves to 'have' me. You're the only one I really want to be with too. Greg, you can 'have' me, right now, and I'll do anything you want! After, if you want me to leave, I will. I'm just so sorry for all the trouble I've caused you," he said. Then with a glimmer of hope in his eyes, he said, "Or, maybe if you like what I do for you, and you want me to, I can stay, and you can 'have' me anytime you want, anyway you want." I was horrified. I never expected him to say anything like that. As I stood with my mouth hanging open, staring incredulously at Simon, he suddenly reached out and took my penis in his hand and began massaging it. I flinched and pushed his hand away from me. "Simon! NO!" I shouted. Simon's face was a mixture of confusion, fear, and pain. Tears started to run down his cheeks. "You don't want me at all then?" he asked pitifully. "Simon, Oh my God, of course I want you! But not like that! Don't get me wrong, you're a wonderful guy, you have a nice body, and any guy would be lucky to 'be' with you. But Simon, the only way I want you, is as my foster son!" I said. Even though we were both naked, I reached out and pulled him to me. I wrapped my arms around him and held him, as he started trembling. "Simon, I care about you. I care a lot. And my feelings are unconditional. I'm here for you now, and I promise I always will be. You don't have to ever leave here, and you don't ever have to feel like you have to pay me back for anything I give you or do for you! You especially don't have to offer me your body in payment! All I want from you is for you to try your best to be happy, and to do it in a way that's safe and healthy. Of course, I hope you'll cooperate if I ask you to do something, and I hope maybe you'll help me out a little around the house. I also hope you'll do your best at school too. But that's all. You don't have to offer me, or anyone else, your body ever again. Not until you choose to do so because you're in love with the person. From now on, I'll always be here to provide for you, and to protect you! And Simon, regardless of what you've had to do in the past in order to survive, or anything you've told me, said, or done this evening, I still care about you and respect you! I really do!" I said. By the time I'd finished speaking, Simon was weeping openly in my arms. He wrapped his arms around me and held me tightly, as sobs wracked his thin frame, while I stood holding him. Eventually, he calmed down and relaxed a little. I pushed him away from me a little. "So, do you understand how I feel now?" I asked. He nodded, smiling at me through his remaining tears. "Good!" I said, smiling down at him, "Now, c'mon." Taking his hand, I pulled him back to the bedroom and put him in bed. After I crawled in next to him, and turned out the light, I said "C'mon, snuggle over." Simon turned to me and said, "but, I still don't really understand why you would want me, especially after everything I just told you." "I want you with me because I care about you. I can't explain it Simon. All I know is I care a lot about you, and I want you to be here with me. Besides, the things you did to survive aren't something you would have done, unless you had to. It's not the way you'd choose to live your life. Now that you're living with me, the real you can come out. It's the real you who I know and care about. Not the desperate homeless boy you were." I said. Simon began weeping again. He turned onto his side, facing me, and snuggled up to me, letting me wrap my arms around him. He cried for a couple minutes, his tears dampening my chest hairs. Finally, after he calmed down he said quietly, "So you really still want me? cause you made me promise not to lie to you, so I don't want you to lie either." "I never lie Simon, and I'm not about to start. I really do want you!" I said. Simon sniffed a couple times then he said "I love you so much Greg! I promise I'll never do anything like that again, and I'll never lie, and as long as you want me, I'll never leave you!" "I love you too Simon, and those promises are all I ever want from you!" I said, giving him a little squeeze. Simon nuzzled in a little closer to me, and yawned. "G'night Greg," he said. "G'night Simon," I replied. A couple minutes later, Simon's slow rhythmic breathing told me he'd drifted off to sleep. I didn't fall asleep for quite a while, as I laid there thinking about all the things Simon had told me. I realized of course that I'd have to do something about Simon's old "customers", but I also realized that I'd have to take Simon to a doctor and have him checked for any sexually transmitted diseases. The thought that he might've contracted something because of the sexual encounters he'd had terrified me. Eventually, troubled as I was, I too fell asleep, with Simon still sleeping, nestled peacefully in my arms... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The next chapter in this series will be published shortly.