Date: Tue, 13 May 2003 00:24:41 EDT
From: Jester628@aol.com
Subject: My Little One: Chapter Two

Disclaimer: All characters within this story are a part of the author's
imagination. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead is purely
coincidental. If it is illegal to read stories as such in your
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My little One: Part Two


I come wet, dripping and smelling of An Old Spice pure sport body wash
into my room. I am somewhat surprised that Josh is not in the room, but
anyway. I dress and go downstairs to find him talking with my mom, I hear
him filling her in on the details of last night. Minus the whole bath
part, though I think my mom must have known because he was so damn clean.
I go up behind Josh, surprising him with a little kiss.
"Mom, I'm gonna go over to Josh's house and pick some clothes up for him.
I'll be back in a little while." I say.
"All right just be careful. I don't want that drunk hurting you." My mom
warns.
"C'mon, he's probably way drunk and asleep. What's the worst he could do?
Snore me to death? Josh. I'll need you to come with me. Do not worry. I
won't let him hurt you"

Josh is still wearing my clothes as we leave my house, we walk slowly
down the street. Then coming upon his house, his mom's periwinkle Toyota
still parked in the drive, along with his father's Jeep. We walk up the
short path, which his mother has lovingly planted flowers around. The
brick steps are still damp from the morning sprinklers, and at the door
step lay the morning paper. I knock on the door, louder than I usually
would have if it had been anyone else's doors. I hear a jumble from
inside the house, a crash and a thud. The door opens, Josh's father
stands, looming over the two of us. Mr Crossley's hair is going every
which way, his face sullen and stubbly as if he has not shaved in a few
days. He looks down at Josh, then at me.
"Hey, thanks for finding my son kid."Mr Crossley says in a slurred
manner. "Little son-of-a-bitch ran away last night. Just `cos I was
punishing him. Anyway thanks, here" Mr Crossley pulls out a fifty from
his pocket.
"Okay. . ."I say. I grab the fifty and he grabs his son, slamming the
door but forgetting to lock it. I stand in front of the door, which is
centimetres from my nose. Form outside I hear,
"Stupid little shit-head! Why the fuck did you run away?! Your arse is
gonna be so sorry after I'm finished with you! And where did you get
those clothes?"His father yells in fury.
"Rick! You stupid arse, stop yelling at him! Maybe if you wouldn't yell
so damn much, then maybe he wouldn't be so afraid of you either!"His
mother says, trying to put up a decent fight.
"Aw! Now look what you did Ash. Ya made him cry! Stop crying you little
wimp!"His father yells on, and I hear a loud crash coming from inside the
house. I crash in through the door, staring at the broken vase, the water
on the floor, and lastly Josh laying in the puddle. Crying. I then look
to his mother and ultimately staring down his father.
I walk over to Josh, and pick him up, cradling him in my arms. His father
still stares at me.
"Listen, Rick. You are the lowest, most disgusting, revolting piece of
shit to ever walk the face of this earth. You yell at and beat your son
and your wife. Last night, your son ran to me for help, and for shelter.
I took him in to my house, cleaned him up, and patched up that hell-of-a
cut you gave to him. I cannot fathom how you could hurt such a beautiful
boy, and last night I told Josh that I would never let you hurt him
again. I may have failed this time, but I never again intend to do the
same.
"Another thing, Mr Rick the Prick Crossley I love your son. Something
which I do not think you are capable of doing." I say, amazed that Rick
hasn't attacked me yet.
"Look you little faggot. I don't want a some little faerie taking care
of my son. And I will punish my son however the fuck I want to. I'll
yell at him however much I want to. Hand over my son now, or I will call
the police on you."Rick threatens.
"Ooh, I'm scared now! Big mister Rick is gonna call the police on me! It
is I who should be calling the police on you. And, you are what you hate
arsehole."
"Why you little. . ." Josh's father charges at me, I let Josh down. Josh
runs to his mother.
"Take him in the bathroom, and lock the door. Don't come out `til I
get you!" I yell.
Rick charges towards me, stopping inches from me. He raises his large
fist, then rearing back. He plants it directly in my gut. And I thank
God for my newly developed six pack. I fly back towards the couch, but
with the blow lessened I get up. He jumps toward me as I lay upon the
couch, I give the guy a swift bicycle kick to the balls, one of the
products of the years of soccer. The bastard flies over me coming to rest
in the coffee table.
I turn to look at the damage done. He lays massively stunned, yet still
coherent. He throws a conveniently placed vase at me. Myself, being too
stupid or too slow to react ends up with a vase in my face. He slowly
gets up, still trying to get his bearings back and heads to the bathroom.
A drop of blood, runs into my eye, blurring my vision. I take off my
shirt to sop up the blood, then head to cut Rick off. I reach the door to
the bathroom knocking on it quickly. I yell,
"C'mon, let me in! Josh it's me!"I yell.

Ashley opens the door, grabbing me and pulling me violently inside. I
stand next to her, as Josh sits on the privy. He cries, which I am used
to seeing by now, but I am still hurt. Ash holds me as I watch my little
angel cry.
"Scott, is it? I want to thank you for what you have done for my son. I
want you to take care of him, and judging by what you said to my
former-husband, you must truly care for him. Take him back to your house,
I will come by in a few minutes a soon as I get some of Josh's clothes
together for you." Ashley says. I look into her eyes, finally realising
where Josh got his two loving eyes.
"I do love your son, ma'am. If you would like, I could see if you could
also stay with my mother and me, until you find some other place to
live."I offer.
"That would be wonderful, I thank you for your kindness. Now go. The
window should be big enough for you to fit through. Take Josh, and I'll
take care of the big oaf."
Josh pushes the window pane up the track. He steps out into the soft
dirt of the flower bed. I hop out, looking back at Ashley, who urges me
on. I run off after Josh. He heads to my house. I finally catch up to
him at the porch. He sits on the small wooden bench on the deck, still
letting his tears fall.
"C'mon inside, baby"I say trying to comfort him, I lift his chin with my
index finger. "I love you, and I always will." He just falls into my
arms, and I lift his whole 89 pounds of existence. And bring him inside.
My mom sits at the kitchen table, drinking a can of coke and doing some
paperwork from the office. She looks up from it, noticing the boy whose
nose is dug into the crook of my arm. Setting her pen down, she walks
over to us. She wraps her arms around both of us, letting us both know
she is there.
"I love you two, how did it go over at Josh's house?" She asks.
"Not as I planned, his dad is more homophobic than I initially thought.
Ashley, uh, Josh's mom is gonna come over later, with some of Josh's
clothes. I offered for her to stay with us for a couple of days. That is
if you are all right with it."I explain.
"That will be fine, she can have the guest bed. And Josh will just sleep
with you."
"Thanks mom."
"Not a problem, I love you, and I think you chose the best boys to love."
"Jeez mom, not in front of Josh."
"Hey but it's true. I just wanted you to know that I like whom you do."
"I'm gonna take Josh up to my room, I think he needs some peace after
what happened at his house."
"Okay, I'll be expecting Ashley. Just go lay down for a bit."

I walk up the stairs with Josh still tucked firmly against my body. I
leave the lights off as we walk into my room. I fall back against the
neatly made, not by me, sheets. I pull up a blanket to drape over Josh
and me.
"Josh, has it always been like that?"I ask, hoping for him to open up a
bit more. He simply nods his head while still on my chest.
"I'm so sorry Josh, you're with me now, and I will never let anyone yell
at you like that again. I'm glad you don't have any brothers or sisters.
They would have gotten it worse than you."
"I was supposed to have a little brother." Josh says. What the hell does
he mean, ` was supposed to'? I move my hand down his back reaching
his perfect little butt. I slide my hand into the boy's boxers, going out
on the limb he had created last night, by moaning in the tub. I rub my
hand across it as he continues.
"My mom, went to her doctor one day and when she got back, she told me
that I was gonna have a little brother. Dad came home drunk every night,"
He turns over so his back is to my stomach, placing my hand right over
his little erect penis, being two and a half inch hard. I grab it and
start to play with it. And on he continues.
" but that night he was really drunk. When he walked in, I was on the
couch, and mom was in the kitchen. He wanted his dinner, and mom told him
to get it himself, that she was busy. And he hit her really hard in her
tummy. She started bleeding and she ran to the bathroom," He slowly
pulls down his shorts, and the blanket letting me look finally at his
cute little cock. I stroke him, as he finishes the story.
"The next day she said I wouldn't have my little brother anymore."
"Oh my God, I never knew." I say, still stroking him. I fall to sleep
with his little member in hand.

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A knock from my door, and Josh's soft dick in my hand. How much more of a
surprise could I have gotten? A line of light slips into the room. Mom
slides her head in a little, and having seen one of Josh's cheeks she
steps out.
"You guys may want to get dressed. Ashley is here. And we're going to
have dinner." My mom says.
"Jeez, what time is it?" I ask.
"About Seven-thirty, you've been a sleep since two. Now, get dressed.
The steak is getting cold. And I'm getting tired of waiting."
"Be down in a minute. Go ahead and go down."

Josh takes up his shorts, and slips them on. I replace my undershirt, and
say to josh,
"Let's go. My mom makes the best steak."
Josh smirks, and yells, "Race ya down!".

I jump off the bed, and dash for the door. Josh is a step behind me. He
grabs my butt, shocking me, and giving him an unfair advantage. He slides
down the handrail, remembering what happened last time I did it, I run
down and catch him before he hits the big ornament.
"Hey, not fair!" Josh yells, as I lift and hold him tightly.
"Just as fair as when you grabbed my butt."I say firmly, and putting him
down.
He pulls me down to his level, "Ya but you were the one who grabbed me
first!"
"But, I thought you liked it."
"Did I ever say I didn't?"
Josh runs into the kitchen, he turns his head and sticks his tongue out.
"I win! Haha!" he yells.
"Fine, just wait. You'll get yours. Oh, hi mom, hi Ashley."
"What were you two up to?"Ashley asks.
"Just racing to the kitchen."Josh pipes in.
"Well, help yourselves."My mom interrupts, bringing a plate of freshly
barbequed steak to the table.
"Awesome mom." I say.
"Thanks, Mrs Hill. Looks great."Comes from Josh who takes a piece that
looks too big for even me.
"Thank you for doing this Amanda. I don't know what I would do without
you. My parents live a couple of hours from here, but with my job and
Josh's school being here."Mrs Crossley manages between bites of steak.
"It's no problem, really. These two get along so well, if I didn't know
better I'd call `Em brothers."My mom says.
"Amanda, brothers do not get along that well."
"Well. You've proved me wrong, now let's just eat."

During our dinner, mom breaks out the wine she has been saving for years.
And it isn't just any day when she drinks wine. I assure Josh that my mom
has never gotten drunk, before she uncorks the bottle.
Our stomachs full, and the `rents a little buzzed, Josh and I head up
to my room. Josh jumps onto my bed. I follow throwing off my shirt. My
Quiksilver shirt lies on the back of my chair, placed carefully there by
Josh. I hold Josh in bed, finally feeling his soft skin against mine is
pleasure, and torture. It is a torture, for I love the feel of it and I'm
getting mad hard. I rub it against Josh's back. Moving downward towards
his little cheeks.
"I can feel that you know."Josh blatantly says.
"Oh, I know. But the question is do you mind?"I ask. Josh turns around,
and shoves his hand into my shorts. He plays with my five inch, as I hold
him close. God I love this kid! I turn out the light and let Josh
continue.

Downstairs. . .

"Thank you again for letting me stay in your home. Mind you, it is only
temporary."Ashley says.
"Take your time. I do not mind having you as my guest, and I know Scott
doesn't mind Josh sleeping in his bed."Amanda says.
"Where is Scott sleeping?"
"He is sleeping in his bed, with Josh. He loves your son. He would not
let a thing happen to Josh."
"You should have seen what he did to my ex-. He had him over a table, and
next I saw the jerk was holding a huge bag of ice to his crotch. And the
way he stood up for himself, and Josh was amazing. I've never seen so
much love come from a fourteen year old. Is he, uh, Scott gay?"
"No, he's bi- I found out two years. When he found Robert, he was going
crazy. Not knowing what to make of it. It took Scott awhile to figure it
out. And I always did have my suspicions. But when he finally told me, it
was with Robert by his side. Robert already knew, and so did, or does his
girlfriend Lea."
"Wow, I never would have thought. Too much for just one boy to handle. I
hope he is better now."
"With the way he has been acting around your son, and how he has taken
everything into his hands, regarding your sons safety. It is incredible.
I will be up early tomorrow, getting things ready for the two of them to
go to school. I will have Scott walk with him to and from school, I don't
want your husband taking Josh. That would kill all of us, especially
Scott. G'night Ashley. I'll see you in the morning. I'll check on the
boys before I go to bed."

Amanda walks in to Scott's room, leaving the light of to keep unwanted
sights unseen. She pulls up the sheet and comforter and kisses the two
boys good night. I have the greatest son, I cannot believe how much love
he has. You amaze me my son, and that is why I love you . You keep
amazing me, by being so accepting.

FIN.

That is the end of chapter two. I am sorry for the delay in getting this
chapter out. I would like to apologise first and foremost to Kai, a
friend who I met while writing this chapter. He helped me with some
ideas, which I thank him for. I thank everyone who has read, please send
all comments, questions and suggestions to me at Jester628@aol.com.

The Jester