Date: Sat, 14 Feb 2009 23:39:59 +0100
From: Rick Masters <succum@gmx.com>
Subject: Holidays by the Sea - 10

Hi, this is a fictional story which will involve explicit sexual narrative
of a homoerotic nature between minor boys. If that is not your scene, or if
you are too young or live in a place where this is illegal then close this
page down now.

If you carry on and read this story, please let me know what you think
(constructive criticism accepted but flames excepted). Please write to
succum@gmx.com Read on and enjoy.

Chapter 9 ended:

When the meal was ready, J served it up and then placed the plates at their
respective places on the dining table and called his foster parents through
to eat. The meal was eaten in relative silence, mainly because they were
all too hungry to talk and spent their time getting the food down to
satisfy their need. After dinner, J said he would do the dishes and then go
upstairs to finish his homework.

Chapter 10

J did as he had said, and about half an hour after they had finished
dinner, J was back upstairs in his room; doing his homework. J had just
about completed his last bit of work when there was a knock at the door.

"J, can I come in, please?" John asked.

"Sure, especially if you've got good news for me." J responded.

John opened the door and walked in. As he approached J, J got up off the
chair at his desk and offered it to John whilst moving over to sit on his
bed.

"Thank you J." John sat down and sat quietly for a few moments; then
looking J in the eyes, John began what can only be called a speech. "J,
both Jean and I are very proud of you. You know that we have fostered other
children before, but you are the best by far that we have ever had and we
are very pleased. We know that you have had a rough life, and have very
good reason to be bitter and resentful, yet you are not. Instead you are a
joy to us. And it is because of this that we are very happy to agree for
you to go on the camp as a dorm leader. But I have to give you a bit of
advice, and this might be a bit of a shock and difficult for you to hear,
so I want you just to listen to me first and when I am finished, then you
can say what you want, if anything. Are you okay with that?"

"Ye-es, I, I guess so," J replied, obviously somewhat nervous and unsure of
what was to come.

"Right then, There are two areas that I want to talk to you about, so I
will start with the easier one first. You are going to be in charge of a
number of younger boys, and especially the youngest ones will look to you
and depend upon you. In those circumstances, it is very easy for the power
you have over these youngsters, to take control and for you to end up more
as a bullying dictator, rather than a friend and mentor. So, what I'm
trying to say is don't take them to be your servants or slaves. You will be
there to help them, and so have some fun with them and respect them as
individual people, just as we have respected you. Do you think you
understand what I am trying to say?" John waited to give J a chance to
answer.

"I think so." was all he could reply at that stage.

"Good, now we get to the next part. There is another way you can hurt those
in your charge. Jean and I both hope that you will not do anything of this
nature, because we think you prefer guys older than you, rather than ones
younger then you. But because you will have authority over them, the
temptation might be there to have some sexual contact with the boys,
especially if you are not able to get it from someone else." J was
flabbergasted with this part because he did not know that his foster
parents had any idea that he was gay, and this shock must have shown in his
face because John continued, "Yes, J, Jean and I have thought you are gay
for some time, and judging by your expression, I would say we are right in
our thinking. And we want you to know that while we do not understand why
some people have this tendency, we do not condemn nor despise you. That is
why we have not done anything to try and stop you or sway you away from it;
and it does not change the fact that we love you and accept you as you
are." Then John leant forward to lay his hand on J's leg and give it a
gentle squeeze to show he cared.

"How ... how ... did you know?" J stammered

"Well, we didn't know for sure, but we suspected it for a number of
reasons. One is that you have only ever brought male friends home. When you
have got back from camp you have always only talked about Jeffrey and how
nice he has been to you. Then you have mentioned how nice some of the other
guys at your school are and you never talk about girls in the same way, or
with the same excitement. Then there is the style of underwear which you
choose to wear. And just the way you watch some sports which all involve
guys in tight shorts or Speedos. You see, little things which by themselves
are not much, but when all joined together add up."

J just sat there dumbfounded. He didn't know what to say.

"I promise you J, we will not stop loving and caring for you just because
you are gay. We took you on, knowing that you had had a tough time before
us, and expecting to have problems. And at first we had to gain your trust
and respect, but you gave that to us very quickly, because your main
problem was that you were starved for love and we had that in plenty to
offer".



"I'm so sorry, I've let you down." J almost wailed, he was truly upset.

"No you haven't let us down. We are very proud of you and how well you have
turned out to be." John assured J.

"But I should've talked to you before and let you know how I am. I should
have shown that I trusted you."

"No J; we have let you down if anybody has let anybody down, because we
should have come to you, Instead we have let you flounder along with no one
to look to for help and support. So it is Jean and especially I who are the
ones who are sorry."

"I ... I ... I don't know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything. Come on, I think you could do with a
break, lets go downstairs and have a cuppa together. Your homework can wait
I think." John stood up and held out a hand in offer to help J stand up
from where he was sitting on the bed. J got up and followed John out and
down the stairs to the kitchen, from where John called to Jean to find out
if she wanted anything to drink. They made the three drinks together, tea
for John and Jean and a coffee for J and carried them through to the lounge
to join Jean. J was a bit nervous to face Jean knowing what she thought
about him and knowing that now it would be confirmed to her. In this
nervous state J had his head bowed and so did not see the enquiring look on
Jean's face or the almost imperceptible nod of John confirming her
question.



Somehow John steered J to sit between him and Jean on the sofa without J
really being aware of it. Then John placed his arm across J's shoulders and
squeezed his upper arm where his hand came to rest, in a reassuring
gesture.

"J, this has been tough already for you tonight, but I think that there
might be a repercussion in the form of not being able to sleep. So perhaps
the coffee was not so bright an idea of mine after all. If you find that
sleep does avoid you and that you are too tired to go to school tomorrow,
then I will let you stay home and will write a letter for the school to
excuse you."

"Gosh, thanks John. But I hope I will feel up to school tomorrow because I
don't want to miss it because of this." J answered.

"Oh J, I am so proud of you. You show so much responsibility for your
age. That is why we are prepared to let you go and be a dorm leader on
camp." Jean said and turned to give him a hug; which J both accepted and
returned. J realised that he really did love this couple who were his
pseudo parents. They continued to have some conversation while they drank
their drinks, and then when he had finished, J excused himself to go and
finish his last little bit of homework and then try and sleep.

"Thank you both so much for being so understanding, and kind and loving to
me. I know I don't deserve it, but I do appreciate and enjoy it." J said as
got up to go.

"J Butcher, I should put you over my knee and give you a hiding for that,
except that you would probably break my knee. You are so worth our love and
deserve everything we can offer you, because you have given us so much
happiness and joy, and I know that you will give us still more in the years
to come. If I could I would adopt you so that we could give you our name
and then truly call you ours." Jean responded somewhat indignantly.

"Do you really mean that?" J asked, a little incredulously.

"You better believe that J. If we could we would. We have spoken about it
together and the only thing that holds us back is the courts will not give
permission while they think there might be a chance of your going back to
your mother. In other words we cannot do anything without your agreement
and they will not let you give your agreement until you are 18, by which
time it would be pretty pointless." John confirmed.

"I don't understand, why will it be pointless?" J asked

"Well you would be legally an adult then and no longer in need of our
guardianship." Jean said.

"But I could have the name of the two people who have been my only real
parents."

"At 18 you can go to the courts and legally change your name to whatever
you want anyway." John told him.

"But I still wouldn't be legally your son."

"No I'm afraid not." John confirmed.

"And when I'm 18, will I be too old to be adopted?"

"I don't really know. But whatever happens, we will always consider you to
be our son and would be very honoured to have you consider us your
parents." John said.

"Thank you. This has been one heavy day so far. Please always be my parents
and let me be your son. Good night." J said and nipped out the door to
avoid showing the tears forming in his eyes.



When J got back into his room, he closed the door, but did not lock it. In
fact he could not remember ever locking his door in this house, nor feeling
the need to do so. He sat down at his desk for the ten minutes it took him
to finish his homework and then went off the bathroom to brush his teeth
and get ready for bed. Once back in the room, he stripped off and climbed
into bed. J always slept naked. He had done so ever since he had stripped
off on that second night at his first camp with Holidays by the Sea.
Normally he would have taken some time to have a leisurely wank and then
drift off to sleep, but tonight he somehow did not have any enthusiasm for
it and instead his hand remained resting over a limp cock while his mind
tried to sort out all the thoughts that were rushing and swirling around in
a random order inside his head. It took longer than normal, but sleep did
eventually overtake J and he feel into a fitful slumber which was not very
resting.



We will soon move on to where J goes off to carry out his responsibilities
as dorm leader, leaving a bit of a gap between the time of the story in
this chapter and when he leaves for the camp. Please e-mail me with your
thoughts on the story. Rick