Date: Tue, 11 Nov 2008 20:16:46 -0500 From: Kip Parker Subject: A Toy of One's Own - Chapter 1 Disclaimer: This story contains sexual content of a homosexual nature between consenting teenagers. It is intended for mature audiences only. If you are under legal age, offended, or otherwise do not wish to view material of a frank and sexual nature do not read this story. Copyright is retained by the Author. Please do not post or link with out his permission. Chapter One The dim light of the alley showed a young teen with long blonde hair standing up on his toes, as he was only about 5' 5" tall, as he tried to peer into the depths of the dark blue rusty dumpster. It was located behind a diner and he hoped for some food scraps as he was very hungry or he might get lucky and find something he could use as a makeshift sleeping bag to ward off the chill of the damp night. It would be another miserable rainy night in the park again, but better that than the hell he had left behind which had become a place he could never call home. Suddenly, with out warning rough hands pulled him down from the side of the bin and a smack to the side of his face sent him reeling to the ground. A couple of swift kicks to his ribs and he instinctively was curled up in a tight ball. His bright blue eyes opened wide in fear and then closed tight to shut out the vision of the cruel blows that fell on his young adolescent body. He heard words from two guys that included the phrases " fuckin' kid", "little sissy" and "faggot ass", words that he had heard hurled at him before but never with such deliberate violence. He felt hands tear at his pockets and the crackle of his few meager dollar bills being transferred into some one else's pocket. Fortunately he did not see the rough punks rip open his dusty back pack that he had set down only minutes ago on the ground, a dingy' T shirt, a pair of cargo shorts, a packet of papers were all thrown in the mud puddles that surrounded the kid. They found nothing else to steal, and he had not seen the soiled hands grab a small teddy bear and hurl it away in disgust and anger with the words "shit, nothing else here" accompanying it's trajectory to the wet ground. The sound of feet on pavement faded away while he sobbed quietly with his eyes still closed. Perhaps, he thought, it would have been more merciful if they had just killed him and stopped both the physical pain and terrible emotional ache that he had felt the past month. It was a terrible experience for a fifteen and a half year old kid, a gentle and sweet natured boy, to be out on the streets. It was a crushing life. He closed his eyes and his body shook with almost silent sobs. A light mist was falling on the muddy form crouched on the ground and it seemed to get even darker still in the grubby alley. *********************************************************** The teen night at the coffee house had been a cool idea at the time, the music was OK but everyone looked so dull and boring and so old. Like most were in their twenties, far older then me, like I am 17 and a half. I was really not too interested in meeting anyone there. I had gone out with my buddy Jeffey who is just 16 and 'cause it was Saturday night, we always do stuff together on the weekend. It was a lousy night anyways to be outside, with a light mist and rain, so inside was good. But now the coffee house plan got old real fast and it was time to make our escape. We got bored real quick like after the band was on a break so we decided to go back to my place and watch a movie as it was just about 10.30 pm. I had parked my Jeep on a side street not far away. Making a few choice remarks about the crappy weather we dove into the dry vehicle to make the trip home. I decided to cut down an alley to get back to the main street. It was lucky I did take that route cause of what I suddenly found. As we cruised down the alley, suddenly I hit the brakes on the Jeep really hard. "Blake! What the fuck are you doing!" shouted Jeffey. I pointed to the sidewalk and said, "There!" There by the edge of the narrow alley shone a mop of some very blond hair behind a cardboard box on the sidewalk that my headlights had briefly picked up and shone brightly in the foggy mist of the late August night. What the fuck was it? Was it a person, a doll, a store mannequin? Oh My God! It was a big doll! I almost laughed at myself, but suddenly stopped. Hell No! It was a boy who was crumpled up on the ground by an overflowing dumpster, I jumped out with the engine still running and my buddy Jeffey, stunned momentarily by my sudden actions, was left sitting in his seat. He too jumped out and quickly followed to see what was what. In a second I was kneeling in a shallow rain puddle beside the kid. He was young, dirty and had wet, beautiful long blond hair. He was breathing, but had his eyes closed and he was covered with mud. His hoodie was soaked and his beautiful blond hair was matted against his forehead and face. He opened his eyes and they were the most incredible intense blue I had ever seen. They were freakin' awesome. Tears stained his blotchy face as witness to his recent crying and tears were still rolling down his cheeks. I guessed that he had been mugged and just left there. All I could think of was to say, "It is OK," I wanted to help him his so bad and make him stop crying. His eyes opened and showed fear but then he took a good look at me. He saw a teen just a few years older then himself with spiked up dark hair and a silver ear cuff with green eyes looking down at him with real concern. I guess he instantly decided I was OK, maybe kind even. I tried to look helpful. "Hey, I am pretty nice to look at if I do say so myself, cause I get lots of compliments." I commented with a broad smile and a chuckle to put him at his ease. "It's gonna be all right," I said. It will be OK." I figured he was not too badly hurt even though he looked pretty kicked around. So I didn't think we needed immediate medical help. But he definitely needed to be in a safe dry place. That was for sure. His blue eyes darted about, and a look of more panic crossed his pretty face. I know pretty when I see it, and this kid sure was, especially so. I had been looking at other boys, checking them out and rating their looks since I was about nine. "Where is my stuff? " He had a very panicked look. I looked around and saw a muddy blue back pack and beside it was what I guess had been its former contents strewed around: a couple of T-shirts, a battered book, some cargo shorts, a pair of dirty sox and a small plastic bundle in the mud puddle, he made a struggle from my supporting arms to get at his meager possessions, I suddenly realized maybe it was all he had in the whole world or at least terribly important to him. With a dismayed look he began to sob uncontrollably. Choking out the words he sadly said, "Those fuckers, what did they think they would find in there - drugs and gold?" I felt really bad for him. I almost wanted to cry. It really got to me, how could someone do this to such a beautiful boy? "Where is Burrr?" he suddenly cried out. Then he began to sob again really hard like. Tears really flowed down. "What is it?" I asked, wondering what he meant. "Burrr, my bear." he said timidly, in an almost childlike way, like searching for a lost prize toy. I looked around and spotted a well loved and somewhat mud splattered teddy bear almost hidden behind the wheels of the dumpster. I was glad at least one good remnant of what I guessed had been part of a happy childhood memory was able to be saved. Briefly letting go, I stepped over and I retrieved the wet and muddy bear and handed it to him. He clutched it tightly and curled himself up into a ball. Looking at the fresh scrapes and bruises on him I was horrified at the treatment he had received from some thugs. He looked about 13. My guess the kid had been homeless, out on the streets and had been an easy target cause he was so young and innocent looking. He appeared kinda grubby beyond his recent beating. His hoodie was pretty shabby and torn. Despite the mud his beauty was sure still evident. I yelled for Jeffey to help me with him but then realized he was right beside us. He was immediately on his knees on the other side of the kid and we helped the sobbing and shaking kid up on his feet and we both staggered with him into the back seat of the Jeep. "Could you get his stuff?" I did not want to leave him. I did not want him to feel alone or bolt from the Jeep in fear in desperation. Jeffey quickly walked back to the scene of the attack and grabbed the back pack and stuffed in the few clothes and the other loose stuff and the plastic coated packet that had been looted from the bag and with a glance to make sure nothing else was lost he came back to the Jeep. I sat quietly in the back seat clutching the sobbing mystery kid who was holding on to his bear as if it was a life preserver. I glanced back, and seeing that we had got everything from the rifled school bag as I held the kid even closer to me. He felt cold and damp. He was shivering and probably not just from the evening chill but from fear and fright. "You drive," I told Jeffey. "Where to?" He asked as he slid into the seat. I felt how thin he was and almost fragile. I looked up from the shaking boy and said one word, "Home!" Jeffey peeled out and soon we were on the main drag heading to my 'rents home in the burbs. I knew what the kid needed or guessed that he needed to be in a safe and warm dry place and we could sort out other problems later. He seemed unhurt except for being bruised and being definitely shaken up, the real problem was that he was scared shitless. We got to my house and Jeffey drove around to the garage in the back. My 'rents place is really cool. It is a great place that has an ultra fancy pool house in back that my parents let me live in. It is attached to the main house by a breezeway. The pool house has a big room to lounge in, a tiny kitchen, nice bath and two other rooms. The biggest is my bedroom with a sliding glass door out to the pool. It is really a sweet setup. It has everything like a small apartment. My folks travel on business a lot so I am on my own pretty often and I like having a small place of my own rather then rattling around in a big empty house all by myself. Well not always by myself cause Jeffey, my best bud, is pretty much always around. I like that a lot. Jeffey helped me get the poor kid into the living room of the pool house, one of us on each side of him. We got him on the couch as soggy as he was, like who the fuck cares about furniture at a time like this, I just wanted him to be comfortable. For a skater type Jeffey is pretty domesticated, he did think to throw a blanket on the couch before we sat the still sobbing kid down on it. Jeffey, for being just 16, has a lot of smarts. His cute butt quickly disappeared into the small kitchen to make some instant hot chocolate, while I sat beside my rescued waif and just held him as he was still shaking. In a few minutes we had thrust a mug of dark chocolate Swiss Miss into the kids muddy hands. He looked at it for a second then began to take small sips. Jeffey came over and sat on the other side and began rubbing his shoulders and tried to get him to relax and stop shaking. He finally did stop shaking when he finished the hot chocolate. "I'm Blake and this is my buddy Jeffey." I could have said fuck buddy, but hey! I did not wanna scare the poor kid, he had had enough to deal with this night. I didn't want him to freak out by finding that he had been rescued by two queer boys. "Jona" he said meekly and then looked down at his empty mug. Nothing further said. I guessed that was his name. He sure wasn't much for conversation. "Want some more?" offered Jeffey. He shook his head. "We need to get you out of your wet stuff, like we don't want you to catch cold." Getting the cue that he did not wanna talk anymore, we decided to take matters in our own hands and just undress him. Not wanting to scare him we moved very slowly and carefully, got off his muddy hoodie and took off his wet vans and sox, and did get his wet jeans pulled off too. He just was like a passive doll with half closed eyes. He had a very cute boyish body, thin but nice. Nice legs, and the longish blond hair was really beautiful despite the fact that it needed a good shampoo. He would make someone a great boyfriend I thought but the kid is probably a total straight arrow. Pity, I thought. Jeffey went in the cupboard and grabbed a Polar Teck blanket which is real warm, to cover him. So next we got this bedraggled kid into my room and sat him on the bed. He was now wearing just a pale blue T and some white briefs that looked kinda dingy and I told Jeffey to get a washcloth. I carefully washed off his muddy face. He seemed to almost pass out and curled up into a ball. Jeffey put his arm around him. Jeffey for being a classic skater type who you think would be just distant and have that total 'whatever' attitude was really a softie at heart. I thought sleep was what he needed and a chance to feel safe and warm. He did not seem to be in need of medical help and I needed to think what to do for him next. That was a big question, but it could wait. I figured I better do a bit of cleaning up for the kid while he was out like a light. I went back in the big room and picked up the backpack. I shook out the contents on the floor and picked over the clothes and made a pile to clean. I headed for the washer in the corner of the tiny kitchen and threw the stuff in. Next I stuffed some paper towels in the soggy vans to try and dry them out and patted the plastic wrapped package of papers dry with a towel. It looked like water had not gotten in the plastic and they were ok, I didn't wanna pry and look, but I was way curious. Out of the pocket of the jeans came a school I D card, which told me the kid was just barely 15 and was named Jonathan Reed and came from one of those scruffy mill towns from the western part of the state. I was glad I had a name at least. Oh My God, he is so cute I kept thinking, but realized I needed to think of other stuff right now. I looked at the poor bedraggled bear. I figured it was the kids prize possession, it made me sad to think he had so little, I also guessed he was a likely runaway, especially as he had his bear in tow. I have been so lucky with so much cool shit and stuff. I have a great life even though my 'rents are never around lately but I have Jeffey as a best bud, and he is way fun in the bed room, though he is not as serious about our sexual relationship which he considers totally casual as I would quite like it to be a bit more then that. We are just best friends who sometimes have sex, I guess. I need to stop thinking about me and concentrate on my new muddy friend that I so wanna help. I got out some fancy laundry detergent that my mom likes, she is a real Martha Stewart at times when she is at home, and grabbed an old toothbrush. Some 15 minutes later I had Mr. Bear looking very much better, and a lot less dingy and set him on the counter on some clean paper towels to dry. I knew he was important to the kid and I wanted to do something to make him feel better and show that someone really cared. I went back in the bedroom. He was still sound asleep and Jeffey was beginning to nod off as well. Jeffey was sprawled there in just his boxers and looked as hot as always. I love his shaggy dirty blond hair and his smooth body. I had wanted to do naughty things with him tonight but that would have to wait till later when we were alone. It's a big bed so there was plenty of room for all three. I stripped off my jeans and T- shirts leaving just my boxers on and climbed in the other side and snuggled up against mystery boy. Jeffey was gonna have slept over anyway but now we had a whole pajama party going on, what a surprising night. It was like bring a new lost puppy home, only way much better. My mind raced with what I should be doing next for the kid but I was tired and soon I was dozing off and joined in the sound of measured breathing of sleeping boys. End of Chapter 1 To be continued Postscript This story would not have been possible with out the support and encouragement of the wonderful people associated with the Nifty Archives - it's Archivist, Writers and Readers and the amazing friendly group of chatters and friends on #niftywriters chat channel. I have the pleasure of getting to know quite number of chatters there and they are an amazingly talented, friendly and supportive group. 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