Date: Mon, 12 Oct 2009 07:59:20 -0400
From: nuday101@hushmail.com
Subject: Just Walk Away  Part Six

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Just Walk Away Part Six

This was going to be tough, I cleared my throat and before I could begin,
the Judge asked me if I needed to take a break. From the witness stand, I
looked in to the courtroom. There sat Johnny, his right arm in a sling, his
eyes were drilling holes through me, I wanted to sink in my chair, but I
sat up tall, thanks to the smiles and thumbs up coming from Ryan and
Brad. I knew they were proud of me for what I was doing and so I turned
back to the judge and said, "No. No your honor, I'm fine. I'm ready to tell
the rest"

"Alright son, you may proceed. Will the court reporter prepare to
continue?"

Then I began to tell the story I had told Ryan and Brad that Saturday
morning, it seemed like so long ago, so many things had happened since
then, but my mind went back to that day and how I stood there with both set
of eyes on me. They both wanted to hear what I had to say and so I began.

I told them about my mom and how some guy had knocked her up and then just
walked away. They both agreed; he was surely a jerk. I told them how tough
it had been for her getting a job with a little kid and how, no matter what
she did, her life just kept getting worse. She became hopeless and yet
continued to tell me, "Make the best of a bad day and never give up." She
made sure I knew that and, thanks to her and the sacrifices she made, I
survived.

I told the guys how Mom met Johnny and how, at first, he was really nice to
her. Then he kept making her do more and more and threatened her with
throwing me out the door. She had to do what she did, there was no
choice. I think they understood.

Then she was gone and all I had was Uncle Johnny. He was my life and he
taught me everything I know. I told them he cared for me. I could see
Ryan's eyes clouding up a bit, Brad looked pale, but both sat quietly as I
went on.

"I didn't think it was wrong doing a little dance," I told them. "I didn't
care as long as it made Johnny happy. So what if I got naked in front of
some old guys? What was the big deal?" I asked. Brad's hand was over his
mouth, Ryan's head was down. I told them I liked it. I liked being nude and
having my picture taken. I would do anything for Johnny. I told them I
liked him. As tears streamed down my face, I told them that I loved him. "I
loved Uncle Johnny!" I cried.

Ryan held me tight. Brad rubbed my back and said soothing things to me in a
small, kind voice.

Through my tears and with short breaths between cries, I told them I loved
Uncle Johnny. I loved Uncle Johnny, but not like that.

****

I told them I couldn't do that, not with him anyway. I just couldn't stay
and do that again and I knew he would make me do it again and again and
again. I knew Uncle Johnny and I knew what he wanted. I couldn't do that,
not with him.

I cried, Ryan cried, Brad wiped the tears from his eyes and now he held me.

We all sat together now, arm in arm. I calmed down and told them the
rest. How that night lying next to Johnny, I planned my escape. I told them
it was the only way I could lay there and do that. I pushed everything else
out of my mind and those were my only thoughts; get out of there as soon as
I could. And so the next morning, I crawled away from him and dressed, made
my calls and calmly walked across the street waiting for the police to
arrive.

****

I told them how I ran through Golden Gate Park and saw Ryan. Ryan said he
didn't remember me. Then Brad brought the balled up picture out from under
the bed and Ryan unwrapped it and looked at it and then at me.

He said, "That was you? I remember your eyes, I remember thinking how
prefect your skin was and I remember a feeling, but I didn't know what it
was and so I threw my bag down trying not to look back at you. I really
wanted to look at you, but I didn't know why."

"I know, there was something about you too," I replied.

Brad cleared his throat and we turned to look at him like we both had
forgotten he was in the room.

Brad looked at us both and shook his head; I think he was amazed at the
likeness between us.

I think that's when he decided to break the sadness. "You really smell, I
must stink too, we need to get cleaned up, so how about you showing us your
little strip dance and we'll all hit the showers?" he teased me.

I smiled for the first time in over an hour. Ryan laughed too. Then he
chimed in, "Yeah, Johnny and all those old guys can't be the only ones you
dance for. Come on; show us what you've got."

"I'm not dancing for you two, not alone anyway. If I dance, you dance. Then
we'll all get cleaned up," I replied.

That seemed interesting to almost everyone. Ryan seemed shy and asked, "You
mean together?"

Brad and I said, "Yeah!"

****

Ryan was still unsure, but I got him smiling as I began to wiggle in front
of them. He pulled out his iPod and plugged it into Brad's computer
speakers and in a moment we all were up and swaying to "Boogie Nights."

Brad was a great runner, he sure had his moves on the track, but he sucked
as a dancer. We all pointed at each other and laughed. I pulled my shirt
off with a twist and a turn and Ryan copied my moves. Brad's shirt was
stuck on his head and Ryan took advantage of him by pulling his running
shorts down. We all laughed as Brad stumbled and fell on the bed. I helped
him pull his shirt the rest of the way off and he stepped out of his shorts
and wiggled his body in time with the music. I could see Ryan was impressed
with the length of Brad's dick; it was hard not to be. I did my twist and
twirl, sliding my shorts down and bending over to pick them up. I always
get whistles at this point and the guys were true to form.

I whipped around with a rodeo loop of my shorts above my head. A flip and a
throw and they flew in Ryan's face. He laughed, pulling them away and doing
his best to check me out. That's when Brad tackled him and both of us
together tickled him while removing his shorts. Now all naked, we wiggled
and grooved to the end of the song, all landing in a sweaty pile on the
bed. I had not had this much fun... ever.

Brad handed us towels and sent us to clean up, while he pulled his shorts
up and said he needed to bring his mom up to speed before joining us in the
shower.

Ryan and I ran naked down the hall and in a minute the water was warm
enough for us to slip into the shower together.

It was like looking into a mirror and we both stood close and splashed each
other's body. Ryan was something. Actually, he looked just like
me... slender, smooth, and hanging to the left. He must have seen the
disappointment on my face and asked me, "What's wrong, were you expecting
more?"

I smiled looking at his dick and how much it was just like mine and I shyly
said, "Well, your shoes are longer than mine"

"Oh that", he said smiling. "Yeah I wear two pair of socks because my feet
are always cold."

"Oh, I never thought about doing that," I remarked.

A cold breeze ran through the shower and Brad followed it as the door to
the bathroom opened and closed.

"Sorry, did I miss anything?" he asked looking at both of us.

Ryan said, "No, we're just talking."

"Damn, I can't believe how much alike you two are," Brad said shaking his
head. "If it weren't for your mole, you two would be identical."

Ryan and I took another moment to check each other out. I wanted so badly
to lean in and touch him, I wanted so badly to know if he felt like me, but
instead we had a small water fight, until the spay turned too cold to be in
there any longer.

Walking back to Brad's room, all three of us were naked and Mrs. Jackson
looked down the hall, shaking her head. I think she said something about
wishing she was twenty five years younger.

****

We dressed and made small talk, it was nice. Ryan said he'd like to ask me
two questions.

I said, "What's the first one?"

He continued with, "What's in the duffle bag?"

I paused for a moment and told them that it was something I'd like to keep
to myself a little longer, but I promised I would answer the second
question no matter what it was.

Ryan looked at me, his eyes met mine. Brad listened, waiting for his
reply. Finally Ryan spoke. "What's your name?" he asked.

"My mom always told me it was special, but never explained why. My name is,
Kristopher, with a 'K'," I answered.

Ryan smiled and said, "Cool, that's how my Dad spells his name." I smiled
at him.

****

Brad worried about the fact that Burt and Ivan and Ray now knew I was here
and it would just be a matter of time until they found me.

Ryan listened through it all with a worried look on his face. He excused
himself and left the room. When he came back he was all smiles.

Both Brad and I looked at him wondering what was up, that's when he
spoke. "Brad is right. We need to get you out of here and we need to get
you somewhere safe, somewhere without problems, without fear or worry. So
I'm taking you to the happiest place on earth," he smiled.

I remarked, "You're taking me to Disney World?"

"No, silly, I'm taking you home," he laughed at me.

Home, I thought. Had I ever really had one? Would I know what to do in a
real home, with a family that cares about me, a place where I was wanted
and kept warm with love? Home, this would be a new place for me and I
wanted so much to find it.

Brad looked like he was going to be sick. I looked at him and asked,
"What's wrong?"

"You're leaving me," is all he could say.

I looked at Ryan, his smile was warm. The look in his eyes was one of
anticipation, of something new. It was the look of the future... MY
future. Looking back at Brad, he had been my first friend; he had been my
bridge from my past to the hope of a better tomorrow, a tomorrow that I
would spend with Ryan. I knew I had to go.

I walked to him and we embraced. He leaned in and kissed me on the neck.
Pulling away I saw Ryan's face, he gave me a questioning look. I gathered
my things, and thanked Mrs. Jackson. Ryan put everything in the Mustang GT
and started the engine. I turned to Brad saying nothing, one last hug and
we both knew it was time for me to... just walk away.

To be continued...

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