Date: Mon, 10 Nov 2008 14:16:58 -0500
From: kristiantrey@aol.com
Subject: Finally, chapter 19

Finally.
Chapter 19.

This story is a work of fiction. Read it and enjoy it for what it is!
Questions, comments and suggestions welcome as always!
Kristiantrey@aol.com.


Authors note: So I lied in the last chapter and some hot sex snuck in! So
sue me! Or go back and read what you missed!


School sucks! You would think that after the summer I had had, I'd at least
have had gotten to take a break from high school? Or at best, not get so
buried in home work that even I was having trouble. Though of course that's
my fault, too. Everything is these days!

Ok, enough whining. I think I have had enough fracking therapy to get over
everything already? And the homework was my fault, since I did so well last
year I'm now in all the advance placement classes and getting ready for
college.

So school sucks, homework sucks. Life sucks. Everything is sucking except
for me! My Danny has been avoiding sex since I got home. Though I can't
blame him, after everything I did and all the horrible things that were
done to me last summer after my freak out and then my running away and
everything.

And I know he was just being super over-protective of me. Not wanting to
hurt me. Especially after the doctors told me "No anal sex for 6 months at
the least!" and then not until they check me out `down there' to make sure
I was ready. I know I miss having my guy in me but realize that I had
better take the time to heal or I'd be bleeding all over the fracking
place.

Not that my teen dick wasn't working. Shit, it had been hard and wet and
ready before I even got out of the damn hospital! And it enjoyed one very
hot mouth several nights while I was there, I might add! But sadly, not my
Danny's hot throat. Not even now, months later.

It had been like almost three weeks since I was first brought into the
hospital. I was healing ok, over the hard shit of coming down from all
those damn drugs they pumped into me anyway, the cuts and bruises and my
poor butt would take longer to heal. But I was finally feeling better and
of course my damn teenaged dick started acting up again.

Up was the word--the first night I saw my very cute night male night nurse,
a 20-something, redheaded, lean but well built dude--bend over me in the
hospital room to take my `vitals', I of course I popped a damn fracking
boner! He noticed and smiled at me.

Later that night, and on every other night that he worked late, he came
back to see how I was doing and to help me with the problem he had
caused. He started with a little neck rub to help me sleep, got me hard and
rubbed his way down to my dick. Which he swallowed to the balls in one
gulp.

And I came in like ten seconds that first time. He did too--of course I had
to return the favor for him. His soft red crotch fuzz against my still
bruised cheek felt good as I rubbed my own nose in his red fur. His tasty
dick, about the same size as my own, though uncut, was dripping when my
lips met it's pale skin. Tasted great! So did his cum.

So I know my dick and my throat are ready and waiting for my guy. At least
my Danny still kisses and cuddles me all the time. And since I'm home in
our new room with him, we do sleep next to each other. Though the first few
weeks it was more us just laying side by side as I still was in a lot of
pain from my adventures in Tampa.

Which is how I think of my time as a kidnapped, raped, drugged and abused
teen, held prisoner by those guys in the city. As an adventure--a nightmare
of an adventure, like one of those torture flicks so popular at the movies
these days--but an adventure. What else could I call it? It was my own
fracking fault, after all!

Though everyone says it wasn't, of course, but even though I don't argue
with dad or Rico or my therapists about it, I know it was own fault and I
take responsibility for fucking up my own and my family's lives. Now I just
need to make it all better by being good and giving them back the love and
caring they have shared with me.

If my Danny every lets me, that is. He is still so shy and nervous and
scared around me. I guess that is why he and I haven't had sex yet?  I
think he blames himself just like my dad does. So now I have to fix that
problem, too. But first I have to get better--all my scars and bruises and
shit kinda keeps what happened to me smacking everyone in the face.

Coming home to a new house had been, well, weird. Passing by Tye's empty
house made me feel sad and guilty. But not scared or anything. I think I'm
over all that now. The therapist sort of agrees, saying I had dealt with
the terrors of my childhood once and for all--and knowing that THEY are
locked away forever in a dirty prison, probably getting their own butts
raped daily (I hope!!), actually had me sleeping soundly for the first time
in my life.

Even weirder, and maybe one of the reasons my guy was a little freaked
about getting it on with me, was having my mom stay with us. Since we now
have 4 bedrooms we have the room, and she was not about to go back north
until I was healed and back in school. Having her live with us for the few
weeks between when I got out of the hospital and when I went back to school
was nice, actually. I missed her more than I thought--and sure as shit
missed her cooking! I'm the only guy in the house who even knows vaguely
how to cook a decent meal--thanks to her of course--and with her home and
me not up to much, not only did I eat better than ever, I watched and
helped her and learned a hell of a lot. I know that one way to make my guy
happy is to keep him well fed! And now I know how.

I think the worst part of being home, besides the no sex part, was having
that warm, wet, big swimming pool with the spa and everything in my new
fenced back yard and I can't fucking go in it! No swimming until my butt
gets better. No sun either--I am still healing from those damn knife marks
and have to be damn careful.

I guess that may be even another reason that my guy doesn't want to
play. He might just be afraid of hurting me where I was beaten or cut or
whatever. At least that is what Rico told me. He and I have talked a lot
lately. About lots of shit. I love him so much and am damn glad that he is
my daddy's guy.

Daddy and I have talked too, of course. As I have somewhat with mom. But
both looked so hurt and angry and disgusted when they asked me about what
happened when I was a kid that I really stopped telling them much. I have
put them through enough, I think. It's just good that they know and that I
know they know and that they both love me. And I know from Rico that daddy
feels terrible about both not being there for me as a kid and about our
dad/son teen fun. Won't be any more of that I'm afraid!

I did have to talk to the cops about my ex step family. That was just so
fun! At least they were two hot looking young police officers. One named
Trey, the other, Kris. Talk about coincidences! Both from the state
sex-crimes unit. And both damn sexy looking in their uniforms.

"Now Chris, you don't have to be scared." Trey, the older hunky cop, told
me. "But we would like you to tell us as much as you can about what they
did to you."

"I know." I quietly answered. "It's just really hard, you know?"

"Just relax and tell us what you can, cutie." Kris, the smaller, cute,
younger one said. "Just say whatever you want, Chris. You won't shock
us. It's nothing we haven't heard before, unfortunately."

"Just start at the beginning, Chris." Trey asked me. "We know that Mike
married your mom when you were four. Then they divorced when you were nine,
right?"

"Right." I took a deep breath. I knew now was the time to tell that story,
finally. At least it wasn't to dad or Danny or my mom or even Rico. " It
all started, I think, with Tommy. I knew it was just after they got
married.  I was still four I think..."

So I told them everything I remembered. How Tommy forced me to suck his
dick and even swallow his spunk. How he used to hit me if I didn't make him
happy or do as I was told. Then about the weekend he raped my then just
barely five year old ass. How it hurt--and bled!

And on to where my ex step father Mike beat Tommy up for going first and
not saving my virgin boy butt for his uncle (Mike) and his own dad
(Mark). Then about the night the two of them raped me. How I passed out
with Mike on top of me. Then again when Mark ripped me open with his huge
dick.

Then I told them about how Henry, their dad, Tommy's granddad, joined the
fun. That was something they didn't know. No that it mattered anymore, as
the old bastard had died a violent death in a nasty car accident right
after mom and Mike divorced. But they added it to the information they
had. Even told me that it was very likely, from what Tommy had told the
cops, that Henry had screwed his own two kids years ago and then Tommy. I
guess it ran in that perverted family?

Not that I felt sorry for them. Nor did Trey or Kris after I told them
more. About the men they shared me with, about Tommy and his high school
football buddies gang-banging my then 6 year old self. About Henry talking
me to some bars and I think even bathhouses where he tied me up and let god
knows how many men use me.

I even told them the stories about how a very drunk step-dad Mike had used
me as his toilet!! Not to mention how he had run the cold steel of that
pistol over my young body when I had yelled and tried to get away from Mark
and his huge dick.

By this point I was in tears. And that cute Kris was on his knees at my
feet, his arms around me. I looked up as Trey came and joined his partner
and held me until I stopped crying. Both big, strong cops had tears in
their own eyes at me tale. I calmed down and drank some water and tried to
get a hold of myself.

I stared at Trey. At his neck actually. He had what had to be a damn
brand--you know, from an hot metal thing pressed to his skin, I've seen
pictures of guys with those on my favorite tattoo and body art website--on
his neck. Plus his arms were tattooed. That got my teen mind back to my
unhappy dick and my unwilling guy. And off the abuse shit once and for all.

They both thanked me and told me I was brave and all that shit for telling
them all I did. I know that there was a lot I left out, even I don't
remember a lot of it and I sure as shit don't want to. Then they both
hugged me again, right as dad and Rico came into the room.

Both were worried and so damn protective of me. I was actually surprised
that they had let me talk about everything like that without them
there. Both looked so worried about me. I know they got to read the reports
that Trey and Kris wrote up, but they never did ask me anything about them.

As we left Trey and Kris at the police station, dad surprised me again when
he hugged and fracking kissed both of them goodbye. Rico did too. Dad told
me later that Trey and Kris are boyfriends, partners, husbands,
whatever. Just like him and his Rico. That's so cool! And so great too
know--I still want to be a cop one day and now I want to do what they do,
hunt down child molesters and protect kids!

Speaking of being super over-protective, guess what? My high school has
'resource officers', actually armed police assigned to patrol the school
daily. And guess who is working MY school this year? Rico and Officer Wade!
I don't know what strings dad or Rico pulled, but one or the other of them
is at school everyday making sure I'm ok! And doing their jobs of course.

Not like I need protection at school. First, my Danny is a senior and
everyone is still intimidated by him so no one, not even the teachers,
bother him--or me! And after my first gym class, in the locker room after
working out (ok, I got hooked on fracking weight lifting and stuff like dad
and Rico and Danny is. Not that I can do much more, running and jumping and
that kind of stuff is out, as is any type of contact sport! Even sex is out
so far this fall it seems.), once I had my tee shirt off and the guys saw
all the scars from that bastard's knife and started asking questions...

No, I didn't tell them all! Just enough. About how I had been kidnapped and
drugged and beaten and cut. Not like that wasn't all over the news and shit
for the week I was...  unaccounted for, anyway. But when they actually saw
the marks and the scars, well, lets just say no one would ever dare to hurt
me or even be mean.

If case your wondering, no, Rico and Wade aren't guarding me in case any of
those guys from Tampa come looking for me. The news had reported that I was
so drugged that I didn't even remember going to Tampa or anything. The
truth was that I remembered every fracking minute I was awake and had told
the cops all I knew and now most of those guys are behind bars.

So school is sort of cool now I guess. Mom going back north was hard for me
but hey, now we can all run around naked at home and I can watch and dream
of swimming nude with the guys maybe by next summer! And about those naked
pool parties with dad's work buddies and Rico's cop friends!

Now if I could just my guy to do me. That's what this kid wants. His man
under him. My dick in him (I have to wait to have him in me for
awhile!). His cock and cum down my throat! I am so fracking horny!!

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I snuggled close to my Danny one cold, ok cool--we live in Florida after
all!--October night. His back to my chest. His warm body next to me. Mine
next to him. Wanting him so fracking much!

So much in fact that I had to keep myself from humping his sweet ass with
my rock hard teen dick, trapped in my boxer briefs as we lay together in
our bed. Our new Queen sized big bed! Another bonus in our new house.

Enough of this shit, I thought to my horny self. I need my guy. Maybe it's
about time I stand up for myself like my therapist says I need to learn how
to do. To take what I want. Ok, to make love to my guy and show him I
wanted and needed him, not to force him! Whatever.

So I decided to screw this celibacy shit--except for the 'no cock up my
still healing butt' part anyway. I pulled my guy's warm body to me,
wrapping my arms around his slender body. Kissed his neck as I did fracking
hump his butt with my wet dick. Slid a hand up under his tee shirt and
stroked his smooth, now hot flesh.

Heard him give a deep sigh. Felt his body respond to my loving touch. Even
felt his cute butt pressing back against my horny dick. Kissed his neck
again as my other hand crept down under his shorts, through his curly dark
hair, until I held his own rock hard dick in my warm hand.

"I love you, Danny." I gently whispered into his ear. "Love you, need you,
want you. Do you want me still?"

"Christian! Don't ever even think that!" Danny cried. "I love you more than
anything in the world. You know that."

"Then why?" I quietly asked.

"Why what" He answered.

"Why haven't you and me...you know, fooled around?" I whispered to him. "I
need you so much, my love."

"Why? I've just been waiting for you to ask. Or to start something." Danny
told me. "I have wanted you from the second I knew you were ok, I just
couldn't, wouldn't, didn't even think I should ask--until you were ready."

"Does that feel ready to you?" I laughed as I humped his butt harder. "My
love?"

"Fuck yeah."

He rolled over to face me. We stared into each others eyes for what seemed
like ages. Then we kissed. Gently at first then with more passion--and
tongue! Until we held each other tight, breathless in our excitement for
each others body's.

"Then lets do it, lover." I whispered to him. "I want you."

"Me too, baby, me too, I just don't want to hurt you, Chris."

"So you'll have to wait for my butt, but the rest of me is fine and dandy
and hot as shit--for you!"

Enough fracking talk. We pulled each other's clothes off after throwing off
the blankets we no longer needed to keep us warm. I looked at his
body. More muscular, more sexy, but still lean and mean and fucking mine!
His eyes explored my body, seeing how thin I still am. Thin and pale and
scared but his.

We kissed again, nude teen body to nude teen body. Then I took control,
kissing and licking my way down his red hot body. Biting his nips, licking
his sweaty pits. Swallowing his beloved cock to his furry balls. Enjoying
that first load of cum--yeah, he came in like ten seconds, I guess he was
as horny and frustrated as I had been!--then licked and kissed his sweet
teen butt hole.

Then we kissed again as he looked at me. This was what I feared, that my
thin, pale, scared body would disgust him. Or the thoughts of what those
addicts and criminals in the city did to me last summer. Or worse, the
thought of what my evil and now incarcerated ex step family did to my
childhood. His deep, dark, coal black eyes looked at me, at my body, and
then into my own bright blue ones. And all I saw in them was his love, his
caring, his hopes and dreams for us. And his horny lust for my body!

He then explored my teen body like he had never touched it before. Licking,
kissing, gently touching me everywhere until I was shaking in lust. And
cumming down his hot sucking throat the minute his black mustache hit my
blond crotch hair! Ok, so I was horny and frustrated too!

He turned me over after I came down from the wonderful feeling of cumming
in my guy's hot mouth. I felt his lips gently kiss my rear end. His tongue
lick my sweaty crack. His mouth tasting my violated but still his teen
hole. Then his wet tongue licked my wanting hole, wanting him! Wanting more
than a tongue, but knowing we had to wait until we got the doc's ok.

Danny kissed his way up my back. He kissed the three long scars that run
slant-wise from my left shoulder to my right hip. Scars from my adventure
in Tampa. Hurt, damaged flesh. Scars that even I still didn't know what or
who caused them. Not knife marks like on my arm, but maybe whip or even
chain marks from being beaten?

Who knows and right now, who cares? I sure as shit didn't. Danny sure as
hell didn't either, I could feel the wet head of his dick as it slide over
my back as he kissed his way back up to my tender neck. We both shook as
one as he lay on me. Both wishing so much that his hard dick could be deep
inside me right then, right where it fucking belongs!

"Christian, I love you more now than I ever though I could."  He whispered
into my ear as he lay on my body. "Thank you."

"For what?" I asked.

"For being mine and showing me what true love really is. Not to mention
sharing your family with me and making me feel wanted and needed and a part
of something for the first time in my life."

"Oh, Danny." Was all I could say. "I love you so much too."

"Then come to me, my love. Become part of me." He suddenly growled. "I need
to feel you in me!"

No more words were needed. Though some lube was. Hey, I wasn't about to
take the time right then to give my horny and waiting guy a hot rim job,
ok? And it had been a long time since I'd been in him. He growled again as
I slid into him, face to face, nose to nose, his legs spread and easily
stretched around my thin waist.

With that groan, we become one. Two bodies, two hearts, two souls,
connected by love--and my raging dick! Damn this felt good. Damn he was so
tight--I guess he had waited for me after all, no playing around waiting
for me to get better--damn I fucking couldn't stand the heat and the feel
of his tight, wet, wanting, needing, loving body.

With another groan, this time from me, as we were locked in a hot kiss, I
got off. A flood of my teen spunk flowing into his wanting body. Making us
one again as it should be. I love my guy so much!

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Almost November and time for our first naked pool party! Yeah, I know, you
poor suckers who live in the frozen north, we still get to enjoy our solar
heated swimming pool all winter long! Hey, at least we're trying to be
`green'!

Speaking being `green' and all that shit, since I've been home and we are
in our new house, not only have I been on a recycling kick, but I've been
learning all about renewable energy and stuff. Maybe since I now feel like
I have a real future to look forward too and that I had better help to
protect our poor planet?

Ok, enough of the therapy shit. Not that my male Doc isn't just so damn
sexy. I let him do me it a minute! Danny would too. That's right, we are
back to having a somewhat open relationship again--I think our school
`resource officer' and good friend and fuck buddy Wade had something to do
with that? Danny told me how he `comforted' him AFTER they found me and I
was recovering. I would have been pissed if they had screwed while I was
gone and maybe even dead as far as they knew, but hey, Wade is hot it that
uniform and even hotter and tastier out of it!  And I just love it when he
fucks me while in uniform, especially if we're in the back seat of his
police cruiser.

Yep, my ass is open for business. And nope, I ain't telling about me and
Danny's first time after the doc's said I was healed enough to take dick
again. I will say it was sweet and romantic and loving and hurt like shit
the first, oh, 20 times or so that first weekend after the doc told us to
go for it. Ok, told Danny to go for it--it being my ass. Whatever, dudes!

Which brings me back to our naked pool parties. Not orgies with dozens of
guys, nothing like that! Dad wouldn't let that happen. But just some fun in
the sun with me and Danny and Wade and his new buddy--another hot cop of
course--Sam. Or daddy and Rico and Trey and Kris. That was one hell of a
fun thing to watch, even if they didn't let us join in!

Eight naked, horny, hot guys in a pool. Five were cops, their uniforms
thrown around the pool furniture, one--my daddy--a hot security officer,
and me and my guy. Danny and me got to be there and we got to watch the six
of them go at it, but dad has said 'no' to any fun with either of us.

Not that I want dad's or Rico's huge dicks in me, nor that cop-stud Trey's
either!  But he right, that part of our lives is over now. Sure, we still
have fun with Wade (and Sam too!), but dad and Rico are our parents and it
wouldn't even feel right, not after everything that happened. But we sure
as shit get to watch them go at it, with each other and with their own
friends as well. Our `open door' policy and our usual nude bodies running
around the house saw to that!

But watching the six of them go at it as we floated naked together (very
together, Danny was balls deep up my ass the whole time as we watched!) was
way hot. Nobody is sexier or more manly than my daddy--or better in bed. Or
in the pool with five other hot guys going at it. Which is all I'm going to
tell you guys, besides the fact that Trey and Kris were damn rough players!
And I thought daddy and Rico liked it hard and mean in bed. Damn they were
hot to watch.

Trey's hot, strong, tattooed and muscled body ripping into his guy's
smaller, smoother, but as tough, lean and even more tattooed body was so
hot to see. But I wouldn't want any of that--way to rough for this kid
(yeah, right, sure. Ok, so my dick was dripping and my wet ass was
squeezing the cum out of my Danny as imagined myself between their two hot
bodies as I watched them go at it.). So I'm a slut, so just fuck me
already!!

But that's about all I'm telling about the pool party--that would be a
whole chapter in itself!--but if I ever hook up with Trey and Kris--and
they DON'T play apart! They made that quite clear to everyone at some of
the other pool parties dad keeps having--then I'll fill you in on all the
horny and hot details.

Dad is ok about me and Danny playing around, like he told me, as long as we
were both ok with it, like he and Rico were. And I thought having one
over-protective dad was hard to live with. Try two, both big and way
stronger than me and one a cop even. Ok, so I love them both with all my
heart and I'm just being a bitchy cunt again--guess I'm getting back to
normal.

I even think he feels better that it's been with Wade and Sam--guys he
knows and trusts--and who know him and what he would do if they hurt me!
Parents!

Anyway, back to my `green' kick. Since in January 09 I get my driving
permit and then my license in April when I'm 17, I've been thinking about
cars and stuff. Remember, I always wanted a big `ol pickup truck? That eats
$4.00 a gallon of gas a mile? Ok, so that idea is history. Dad will not let
me get a motorcycle. Period. No fracking way! So I've been thinking maybe a
Chevy Malibu Hybrid or a Chevy Volt if and when they come out on the
market?

And just how does an unemployed 17 year old kid buy a car like that? He
asks his dad for one for his 17th birthday of course! Like he would say no
to me. Actually, I asked mom and she and dad say's we'll talk about it next
spring. But while she was here she and I had a long talk about my future
and stuff. Mostly about college--yes, I'm going and I am going to be a cop
and get child abusers!--but also that I want to help my Danny go to school
too. To mechanic school if not to engineering school.

Hell, I told him to apply to MIT and I would apply to Harvard, though he
would have to wait a year cause he ain't going away to school without me!
And I may be smart, not to mention a smart-ass, but even I am not going to
skip a grade--especially not my senior year of high school.

But back to me and mom. When I asked if I could use some of the money in my
trust fund to put Danny through school, she got all emotional and told me
that I was really growing up and becoming a man and all that stuff. That I
made her proud even! Dad said the same thing when she and I talked to him
about that. Hearing those words from him almost broke my heart--I do love
him so much!

They told me I was free to help Danny if I wanted to. It's not like they
could say no anyway, once I'm 18 that money is all mine! They even told me
how much there is and shit, it's nice to be rich! I can pay for Harvard if
I get in and want to go-ok, so maybe I won't be a cop, I'll be a lawyer or
maybe even a judge and help kids even more. And I can pay for Danny to go
to M.I.T. or wherever he wants. And buy my own car and a house and have
enough to live on like for the rest of my life.

It seems that between the money that dad's dad left me and what my mom's
parents left me--I was the only grandkid any of my grandparents have--I am
rich!! And the first thing I am going to do with my money is to pay off my
dad's mortgage on our new house as well as mom and Jay's on our old house
up in New Hampshire. That's the least I can do for them after all I put
them through.

I know, it wasn't my fault I was abused as a kid. At least everyone tells
me that anyway. That is one thing I still have trouble with. And that they
did it to so many other kids too. That makes me sick. Even knowing that my
step-dad and his brother and nephew are in jail--and fucking poor as shit
as there was some kind of big lawsuit against their family's fortune to
help the kids that got abused--including me! That was sweet revenge.

That money I want no part of. I donated it to the charity group that Trey
and Kris are part of that helps abused kids after they get `saved'. Like
just getting them away from the abusive assholes would make their lives
worth living again. Been there, done that, almost killed myself over it,
thank you very much!

So by the time we were getting ready to have a Halloween party--my favorite
holiday btw--not a naked one either! Or a whips and chains and dungeons
thing--though dad and Trey are inviting some of their biker gang buddies
over (humm...a biker gang bang with me as the star attraction? Sounds
fucking fun!), like I was saying, by the time we were getting ready for the
party, I had had a autumn of surprises and fun.

I had my Danny back and IN me where he belonged. I was enjoying the company
of Wade and Sam too. I found I out I was rich--or will be when I turn 18
anyway. Danny actually agreed to apply to college in Boston and go if I go
there--or where ever I go to college--mom and dad say I'm way to smart to
waste my time in community college like I had planned.  And let me pay for
it, though he say's he'll pay me back. And if you think if we go to school
in Massachusetts and gays can still get married then, that the `pay back' I
want is his hand in marriage? You'd be right!

Oh, and one last surprise for all of us. Not a happy one but a good
one. One rainy, cold--for Florida anyway--dark night not long after the
party, one wet, cold, young and beautiful and scared and shaking teen boy
showed up at our front door---Ash!!