Date: Thu, 9 Aug 2012 11:03:07 -0700 From: B.E. Kelley Subject: The Foundly Chapter 7 This story is a work of FICTION. The events described are my own invention. Any similarities to actual events or persons are strictly coincidental. The author retains the copyright, and any other rights, to this original story. You may not publish it or any part of it without my explicit authorization. This story contains depictions of consensual sexual acts between teenage males. It is intended for mature audiences only. If you find this type of material offensive or if you are under the legal age to read said material; please proceed no further. Comments are always welcome at: hailcaesar2011@hotmail.com The Foundling Chapter 7: Settling In Looking in the mirror the next morning, there was no way to hide it, I had a black eye. It wasn't swollen but the skin around it was only slightly lighter then my black hair. Great, one more thing to make me stand out from the crowd. When Nancy dropped us off at school, Dylan walked me to my locker. He denied it, but I saw him scanning faces and watching my reaction to people, he was looking for the guy who hit me. "Dylan, you don't have to hover over me, I appreciate your concern but I'll be fine." I stated. "I don't know what you're talking about, can't a guy just hang out with his little brother?" said Dylan. It was hard to be annoyed with him, when he said things like that, but still, I wanted to fight my own battles. Before I could come up with a better argument, Avery walked up to us. "Good morning Benji, how's it going?" asked Avery. "Uh, good, fine," I stumbled. I don't know why I got so tongue tied around him. "How's your eye, does it hurt?" said Avery, getting close and examining my face. "It looks worse then it feels," I stated, "Uh, do you know Dylan, I live with his family." "I've seen you around before, nice to meet you," said Avery, shaking Dylan's hand. "Yeah, you to," said Dylan, "Benji, you going to be ok now?" "Yes Dylan," I said, rolling my eyes, how embarrassing. "Don't worry, I'll look after him," said Avery, giving me a wink and sending a shiver up my spine. Dylan nodded then went to his own locker. Avery looked at his watch; we still had fifteen minutes before class. "Come on, let's go see what Tim and Robbie are up to," said Avery. "Ok, who are they?" I asked. "A couple of my buddies," said Avery, "You'll love them, they're a riot." I followed Avery around the campus like a lost puppy, while we looked for his friends. Before long we approached a couple of boys hanging out by the gym. "That's them over there, the tall one is Tim, the short one is Robbie," said Avery. Tim was tall, kind of lanky. He had short brownish blond hair that looked like it had been buzzed at some point but was growing back. He had blue eyes and looked like he was having an animated conversation with Robbie, who didn't look like he was paying attention; he had his nose buried in his iPad. Robbie was shorter than me, maybe 5'4 or 5'5. He had light brown hair with natural blond highlights, and what looked like green eyes but that might have been a reflection from the screen he as looking at. He had a baby face, if I didn't know that he was a freshman, I might have guessed him to be about 12. I'd seen both of these guys the day before, they were in some of my classes, but I hadn't spoken to them. "Morning benders," said Tim, affecting a heavy English accent, when he saw us. "Benders?" I asked. "He mean's fags," said Robbie, without looking up. "Don't worry, he's just goofing around," said Avery. "Oh, right," I nodded. "Guys this is my friend, Benji Tyson, Benji, this is Tim Robinson and Robbie Matthews," said Avery, making the introductions. "Nice to meet you," said Robbie. "Cheers mate," said Tim. "Are you from England?" I asked. I knew the accent was fake, it was too affected, but hey, you know what they say about assumptions. "Nah mate, I spent the summer with me family in Jolly Old," said Tim. "You didn't," said Robbie. "I did, you know I did," said Tim. "You spent the summer in Portsmith, unless it got reclaimed by the Queen and no one told me, you were in New Hampshire with the rest of us," said Robbie. "Nah mate, I just told you that because I had to take some documents across the pond for the bloody CIA and couldn't blow me cover" said Tim. Robbie just rolled his eyes. That was the first time he'd lifted his face, from his iPad, long enough for me to get a look, he was cute. "Tim recently discovered BBC America," said Avery, "he's a little obsessed." "I'm not obsessed I..." Tim started, but his eyes glazed over when a pretty girl walked by. "Hi Avery, hi Benji," she smiled and waved. "Who's she?" I asked. "Kim Kauffman, she's in our English class," said Avery. "I didn't think anyone knew me." "Benji, the town's named after your family, trust me, people know you," Avery explained. "She is so fit, and did you see how she was eye fucking this posh twat," said Tim, gesturing at me. "All she did was smile," said Avery. "Nah mate, she was totally wet for our Benji here," said Tim, "Watch out though, she's a bit of a slut, I was balls deep in her at the homecoming game." "The only thing you've ever been balls deep in, was that stuffed panda at Scott Cooper's birthday party in 6th grade, when his mom caught you humping it," said Robbie. Robbie and Tim continued to argue and then the bell rang. They weren't in our first class so we parted and went our separate ways. "Are they always like that?" I asked. "I'm afraid so," Avery smiled, "but you get used to it after a while, they're good guys." "And Tim; is he uh..." I began. "Nah, he's not retarded, just a dork," said Avery. I spent the morning trying to concentrate on my work but it was hard. Avery sat next to me in first and second period and he had this magnetism that drew me in, I couldn't help but look at him. I'm glad to see he's not just a pretty face though, he's funny and smart, and I'm really looking forward to getting to know him. I was on my own for third period, and didn't see Avery again until we met up for lunch. Following his advice, I brown bagged it today, so we joined Robbie and Tim at a table, without having to wait in the lunch line. "I'm just saying you're jealous because while you spent the summer trying to hump your iPad, I was porking loads of vag," Tim was saying to Robbie, as Avery and I sat down. "Oh, you mean in England?" Robbie retorted, sarcastically. "That's right my son," Tim grinned. "Jesus, what did we interrupt this time?" asked Avery. "I'm just trying to school our Young Robert here, in the ways of love," said Tim. "Ways of bullshit is more like it," said Robbie. "Don't you two ever give it a rest?" said Avery. Tim and Robbie traded a look and with a wicked pair of grins, they answered Avery in unison: "No!" "You're quiet Benji," said Robbie. "Sorry, I just don't want to make a scene like yesterday," I replied. I looked around and spotted Dockins, he instantly flashed me a dirty look but turned away when Robbie gave him a hard stare. That was weird, Robbie seemed like a nice guy but wasn't much bigger then one of Dockins legs, I didn't know why a look from him would cause Dockins to back off. I didn't get a chance to find out either, Tim launched into another string of British vulgarities. Avery was right, you did get used to it after a bit and it was kind of funny. I had a good laugh while Tim boasted of his many supposed sexual encounters. "You're so full of shit Tim," said Avery, "you've never fucked anyone. I haven't, Robbie hasn't, and I bet Benji hasn't either, you're just talking out of your ass." "I've bagged loads of birds," said Tim. "Name one," said Robbie. "Well, you wouldn't know any of them on account of they don't go to school here," said Tim. "Right," said Avery, "how come you can't score a kiss from your grandma here, but you're some kind of ladies man the minute you leave Tyson's Corner?" "Well, that's because I, well, you know what, fuck you dickheads," said Tim. Our table erupted in laughter and I was actually sorry when the bell rang and lunch was over. Watching the guys argue about Tim's made up conquests was like something from a TV show and the more we protested the more Tim hammed it up. I was starting to get a read on him, he wasn't an idiot or a lunatic, he was a clown, he enjoyed making us laugh, even at his own expense. And Robbie, that cute little guy was the perfect straight man for Tim, he had a witty or sarcastic retort for everything Tim said. They made a good team. The other kids seemed to warm up to me to, as the day progressed. I could tell Avery was a popular guy and if he thought I was ok, then they must have figured they could give me a chance too. I enjoyed talking to the other students and getting to know them but my favorite part of the day was getting to watch Avery put on his Speedo. I walked into the locker room with him and we talked about our math homework, while he undressed. When he took off his pants, I was glad to see he was wearing a cute pair of blue briefs. If you ask me, there's nothing worse than a cute guy with a great body, who wears baggy, saggy boxers, yuck. I also got my first look at his dick. It wasn't huge, in fact it looked about the same size as mine, but it was cute. I know, how can a dick be cute? I don't really have an answer to that, maybe it was just my infatuation with my new friend, maybe in my mind everything about him was cute. Whatever it was, I liked his equipment. Once he had his Speedo on, we went out to the pool and I was surprised to see Tim and Robbie there, I hadn't noticed them yesterday. Tim and Avery both swam the 100 meter individual race and they were part of the 400 meter relay team. Robbie, as it turned out, was a diver like me. Coach Spencer kept time for the racers himself that day, and sent me off to watch the divers. He asked me to observe them and see if there was anything I noticed that might help them out. There were only four of them and I sat on the bench, while they went through a series of dives. Robbie wasn't bad, his small, trim body was built for the sport, and he had decent form, he just needed more practice. The others, they had a lot of work to do. They were a little too bulky for diving and would benefit from dropping a few pounds; it's hard to be poised and graceful when your butt shakes like a bowl full of jelly, every time you take the plunge. After a few dives, Robbie sat next to me on the bench, while the others continued their grab-assing and clumsy leaps from the platform. "Pretty bad huh?" said Robbie. "It could be worse," I replied, diplomatically. "Are you any good?" asked Robbie. "Better than those guys," I replied, nodding at the rest of the team. "What about me?" Robbie asked, shyly. "You're not bad, you just need a little more practice," I stated. "Yeah, I haven't been doing it long, I'm only here cause Tim and Avery talked me into it," said Robbie. "You don't like it?" I asked. "I like the water but coach didn't think I was fast enough to be a racer and I'm still learning how to dive," said Robbie. "So you just came out for the team to hang out with the guys?" I asked. "Not exactly, my parents are always on my ass to get my head out of books and computers, I thought if I went out for a sport, that would shut them up," said Robbie, "I figured that I'd at least be able to hang out with Tim and Avery but instead, I'm stuck with these dickheads." "They really do suck," I agreed, "It's going to be up to me and you, if we're going to score any points for the team." "Cool," smiled Robbie, "It'll be nice to have someone to hang out with." I stayed with the team for the whole practice that day. I told Nancy and George, last night, that I didn't think it was fair for me to go home, after the gym period ended, while my team mates stayed an extra hour. I might have also wanted an extra hour to watch Avery's bottom wiggle in his Speedo but I'll never admit it. When practice ended, I went to get my books out of my locker, Dylan would be finishing his hockey practice and George was going to be picking us up on his way home from work. I didn't hear anyone else in the hall and before I knew it, Dockins had spun me around and slammed me against the bank of lockers. "I got a week's detention thanks to you," he growled, pinning me to the lockers. "I didn't tell you to act like an asshole," I retorted. "You got a real smart mouth, your highness, it's gonna get you in trouble one day," said Dockins, drawing his fist back to hit me. I braced myself but nothing happened, Robbie walked around the corner, he'd finished changing and his locker was only a few feet from mine. "What's going on here?" asked Robbie. "Uh nothing," said Dockins, putting his arm down and easing his grip on me. "Look, leave my friend alone, got it?" said Robbie. "It's cool, we were just talking," said Dockins, releasing me and backing away. "Is this the mother fucker that hit you?" said Dylan, surprising all of us as he walked up. "Hey I..." Dockins began, but Dylan slammed him against the locker just like Dockins had done to me, "Lemme go Prescott, I don't have a problem with you." "You mess with him, you mess with me," said Dylan as he drew his fist back. "Dylan don't," I shouted, as I wrapped both of my arms around his, "He's not worth it." Dylan had anger in his eyes but they softened when he looked at me. "Please don't," I pleaded. Dylan looked at me and his expression softened. "It's your lucky day Dockins, but if you fuck with Benji again, it's going to be open season on your ass, got it?" said Dylan. "Yeah, yeah, I got it," said Dockins. Dylan released him and sent him on his way with an unfriendly shove. "Come on Benji, let's go, dad will be waiting," said Dylan. "Ok, see ya Robbie," I waved. "Yeah, later Benji." I followed Dylan through the halls and then something struck me. Dockins let me go before Dylan showed up, he did it because Robbie told him to. "Hey Dylan, why is Dockins afraid of Robbie Matthews?" "Who? Oh the kid form the hall?" said Dylan. "Yeah, he's kinda my friend now and at lunch today, Dockins gave me a dirty look but turned away when he saw Robbie. He had me pinned to the lockers, just now, but let me go when Robbie came around the corner," I explained. "Pussy," Dylan scoffed. "That Robbie guy is Sheriff Hayes grandson, Dockins is to chicken shit to mess with him, afraid he'll get busted," said Dylan. "Oh, that makes sense, you're right, what a pussy," I agreed. "Now you're sounding like a public school boy," Dylan laughed. Sure enough, George was waiting for us and sped off the moment we got in the car and buckled up. We chatted with George about our day, conveniently leaving out my run in with the school psycho, and there was a surprise waiting for me when we got home. When we walked into the house, Nancy led me over to the family room, there in the corner sat my mother's Steinway grand piano. "It arrived this morning with your clothes and the documents Mr. Carson needed us to sign," Nancy smiled. I looked at the piano in silence, I was so happy to see it, I didn't know what to say. I walked over, sat at the bench and rested my head against the keyboard cover, saying a silent prayer of thanks for its safe arrival. "We can look over the documents after dinner," said George. "No need, I already took care of it," said Nancy. "Oh, you didn't need my help?" asked George. "Do I need to come to the hospital and help you with your patient's?" Nancy retorted, with a grin. "Right, sorry," said George, sheepishly. I sat up and gave them a puzzled look. "I was a lawyer before I was a mom," Nancy winked. "Oh, I didn't know that, cool," I replied, I really didn't know that. "Hi Benji," said Jamie, as he came into the room, "your piano's here, will you play something for me?" "You got it buddy," I smiled. I sat at the piano and played a few songs, earning myself a round of enthusiastic applause from Jamie. After that, we went upstairs and did our homework. It was a quiet night; Dylan had a lot of his own homework so we didn't go down to the basement. I ended up doing some sit ups and other light exercises, so that I'd be in shape for diving, when I got my cast off. At bed time, I slipped into my pj's and climbed under the covers, Jamie was in his own bed. My nightmares had subsided but he reserved the right to come and cuddle, if I woke up in the night. Nancy had offered me my own bedroom but prep school had gotten me used to a roommate and well, I wasn't quite ready to be alone, in the dark. I was almost asleep, when I heard a little squeak and a grunt from Jamie's side of the room. "Jamie, are you jerking off again?" I giggled. "Uh huh," came his breathy reply. That caused a stirring in my own pants which I decided to take off. I reached into my briefs and stroked myself to full hardness and then slipped my undies down to my knees. I was stroking myself when I came up with an idea. "Hey Jamie?" I called out. "Huh?" he replied. "Have you ever jerked off with another guy?" "Yeah, I'm jerking off with you right now," he answered. "No, I mean, you know, let another guy stroke you, like you did to me the other night." "Oh, no I haven't, I bet that feels good," he replied. "Well, I mean, if you wanted, we could jerk each other off." I didn't have to wait long for an answer. Jamie jumped in my bed and snuggled up next to me. We lie on our backs in our t-shirts, our tighty whities around our knees, and I started to get a little nervous. Not Jamie though, I don't think he knows what nervous is, he reached over, gripped my cock and started stroking away. His soft hand felt good, I closed my eyes and released a contented sigh. "Well, aren't you going to do me?" asked Jamie. "Oh, right sorry." I put my hand on Jamie's soft belly and rubbed it slowly with my finger tips. I took a deep breath and let my fingers dance across his pubic area and then wrap them around his dick. I was holding him like a joystick, my thumb resting on his head, rubbing the tiny cum hole. Jamie let out a soft sigh, this was the first time anyone had ever touched his dick and he seemed to be enjoying the sensation. Encouraged, I began to stroke him like he was stroking me. We quickly developed a rhythm, his hand would go down, my hand would come up. Up, down, up, down, harder and faster until we both moaned in the delight of orgasm. Once again, we cleaned ourselves up with Jamie's socks, tucked our limp dicks back into your underpants and then, Jamie hugged me and scampered back to his bed. Thus ended another day in the Prescott house. Over the next several days, I started to get really close to Avery and his buddies, Tim and Robbie. I had most of my classes with them, I wasn't practicing yet but we were on the swim team together, we had lunch together, Avery and I talked on the phone or texted back and forth, it was great. I've always had friends but these guys were so much more easy going then the uptight prep school kids I was used to, they were my first real pal's. Being friends with Robbie also had the benefit of keeping Dockins at bay. That, combined with Dylan's promise to beat the shit out of him, was a powerful deterrent. At the end of my second week of public school, Avery and I were assigned a project for our honors history class. We had to come up with a PowerPoint presentation, on the Peloponnesian War, and Avery came over to my house for the first time, to work on our project. He came home with me after practice, and after dinner we were going to start on our work, with his dad picking him up around 8:00pm. When we got home, at 5:00, Nancy told us we still had an hour before dinner so I took Avery into the family room, Jamie tagged along. "Wow, that's a really cool piano," said Avery. "Thanks, it was my moms, they brought it up from New York for me," I replied. "Will you play something, please?" Avery asked, eagerly. "Sure, any requests?" I smiled. "Hmmm, do you know anything by The Fray?" "Yeah, I love them!" I exclaimed. "Me to, they're my favorite band," said Avery. "What's your favorite song?" I asked. "Surprise me," said Avery. I thought about it for a second and then played the first few notes of my favorite song, Avery started singing along and I was blown away. He had the voice of an angel! Some things we don't talk about Rather do without And just hold the smile Falling in and out of love Ashamed and proud of Together all the while You can never say never While we don't know when But time and time again Younger now than we were before Don't let me go Don't let me go Don't let me go Picture, you're the queen of everything As far as the eye can see Under your command I will be your guardian When all is crumbling To steady your hand You can never say never While we don't know when Time, time, time again Younger now than we were before Don't let me go Don't let me go Don't let me go We're pulling apart and coming together again and again We're growing apart but we pull it together, pull it together, together again Don't let me go Don't let me go Don't let me go "Whoa, that was awesome, you guys should start a band, you were great," Jamie gushed. "Thanks," Avery and I blushed in unison. "Boys, dinner," called Nancy. "Uh, come on, let's go eat," I said, still blushing at Avery. "Yeah, sounds good," Avery smiled in return. After dinner with the family, Avery and I hung out in my room, working on our project. He kept looking at me like he wanted to say something; it was making me anxious so finally, I called him out on it. "What?" I asked. "What do you mean what?" said Avery. "You keep giving me this look, like you want to say something but then you don't." "Oh, well, uh..." he fumbled. "Come on Avery, what is it?" I asked. "Ok, well, there is this Christmas Eve service every year and Reverend Wesley asked me to sing a few songs," said Avery. "That's cool, you'll be great, you have a beautiful voice," I smiled. "Thanks, but see, I was wondering if maybe you'd like to sing with me," Avery blushed. "Oh I don't know, I'm not much of a singer," I replied. "Come on Benji, you're a great singer," Avery stated. "When have you ever heard me sing?" I asked, with a raised eyebrow. "At your dad's funeral," said Avery, refusing to meet my eyes with his. "Oh, I didn't know you were there," I answered, looking away. "Yeah, my mom had to work and my dad didn't want to go alone," Avery explained, "But you were really good, you have a great voice." "Thanks, but really Avery, I'd rather not," I stated, hating myself for disappointing him, "I don't like to sing in public." "But you did it then..." Avery began. "That was different, that was special," I explained. "Ok, I'm sorry, I won't push you, but if you won't sing, would you maybe accompany me on the piano?" "What about the church pianist?" I asked. "Benji, she's a hundred years old, can't see out of one eye and she has really bad gas, you'd be a million times better than her, pretty please?" Avery pleaded. He was so beautiful, with his sweet, eager face and his puppy dog eyes. I wanted to please him; I wanted to do anything to make him happy. "Ok, it's a deal," I smiled. "AWESOME!" Avery exclaimed, then did a little happy dance around my bed. "Will you quit that," I giggled, "People are trying to read and watch TV downstairs." "Sorry," Avery laughed, "I'm just excited." Avery and I collapsed on my bed and when we rolled over to look at each other, we were almost nose to nose, I could feel his breath on my face. Avery's eyes met mine, I felt like he was looking into my soul. We were so close, my lips felt like they wanted to reach out and touch his. I couldn't read the expression on his face, it was like he wanted to tell me something but was holding back. It wasn't the same expression he'd worn before asking me about the concert, this was different. I never got the chance to ask him about it though, before I could, the doorbell rang. "That'll be my dad, to pick me up," said Avery. "Yeah," I agreed. "I'll bring you the sheet music tomorrow, you know, for the songs we'll be performing," said Avery, "and we'll need to rehearse a little." "Ok." "Cool," said Avery. With that, we got up and collected his books. I walked Avery downstairs, said hi to Coach Spenser and then they were gone. After that, I joined my new family in the kitchen for some ice cream. "Hey George, when will I get my cast off?" "I was wondering when you'd ask that," said George, "How's the week before Christmas sound?" "That's great, see Avery is singing at the Christmas Eve service at church and he asked me to accompany him and I want it to be perfect," I explained. "Oh terrific," said Nancy, "He's such a nice boy, he sang last year and has a wonderful voice, I'm sure you'll be a great team." "Yeah, thanks, I think so to," I smiled.