Date: Tue, 5 Jun 2012 00:20:45 -0700 From: B.E. Kelley Subject: Keys to the Kingdom Chapter 11 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. It takes a while before there is any sex in this story but I think you'll like it. As always comments are welcome but please, be gentle. Please send your comments to: HailCaesar2011@hotmail.com The Keys to the Kingdom Chapter 11: Get While the Getting's Good "What doesn't kill me only makes me stronger, right?" Aiden grimaced, as he took his morning meds. It's been three days since Cam started him on the inhibitors that would fight the affects of his HIV and one thing was certain, the stuff tasted awful. As bad as it was, Aiden never complained. He understood the seriousness of his condition and if the foul tasting medicine was going to keep him alive he figured it didn't matter if it tasted like crap. Things have been hectic around the house. June is coming to an end and we're going to be moving this weekend. I will be heading out to the academy on Friday to meet with my predecessor and then Saturday morning we say goodbye to our home which we've rented to a visiting professor. Needless to say we're now living out of boxes and will be glad to get settled in the new house. I've also been spending some time tending to Aiden's other needs. On Tuesday I took him for a complete physical. The boy's pediatrician is a fantastic doctor and aside from the HIV he gave Aiden a clean bill of health. Aiden's broken arm is the only visible reminder of the horrible night that brought him to our family and that seems to be healing well, if everything goes according to plan, he'll have his cast off in mid July. On Tuesday afternoon my dad came over and spent a few hours with me and the boys. He paid close attention to Aiden and how he interacted with the rest of us and at the end of the visit, dad recommended a child psychologist he thought would make a great therapist for Aiden. I called Doctor Marshall that afternoon and as luck would have it she had an opening on Thursday so in a few minutes I'll be taking Aiden to his first appointment. He's not very happy about seeing a therapist, he knows she's probably going to make him recall most of the horrible things that happened to him, but Cam and I both feel he needs the help. Aiden seems to exhibit a sense of guilt and shame about the things he experienced and he has to learn none of it was his fault if he's going to be able to put it behind him. One bright spot this week has been Aiden's pending adoption. He seems thrilled that he's going to be an official member of our family and he's really begun to open up to the boys. His smile is almost as infectious as Nicky's and he has a wonderful sense of humor. He really is a bright, caring and sensitive boy and I'm glad he's with us regardless of how he came. I'm also happy to see him relaxing and acting like a 14 year old boy rather than a hermit that never leaves the house. Ethan continues to play the role of nursemaid to his "twin" brother only now instead of helping him bathe and get around the house he's forcing Aiden to go for walks and runs with him. Ethan has always been very active and when Cam explained that exercise was crucial to keeping Aiden healthy, Ethan decided that he'd include him in all of his activities. Ethan is no pushover either, he's always urging Aiden to run a little further or walk a little longer. Aiden has reminded Ethan that he's still recovering and once he's fully healed he'll give Ethan a real run for his money. The boys have tried taking Debbie on their walks but sometimes they'll wonder around the neighborhood for hours and pugs simply aren't built for that. On two occasions they've had to carry Debbie home, she got tired on the walk and simply refused to move any further. This happened before when she first came to live with us and Nicky over did it with her walks. Our vet told us then that it wasn't an uncommon trait for pugs and in fact stated, "Never walk a pug further than you're willing to carry it." I've been thinking of getting the twins a dog of their own, it would be a good lesson in responsibility and having to take care of the dogs needs might take Aiden's mind off of the reason he's out there walking and running his butt off, we'll see what happens once we move. At 11:30 I told Aiden it was time to leave for his appointment and after a little prodding he got ready to go. As we were heading out the door, Jack asked if I'd drop him off at Best Buy on our way, he needed to pick up some new headphones for his ipod. The store was on our way and I wanted to stop by the bookstore nearby so I agreed to take Jack and have him meet Aiden and I after the appointment. I asked Ethan and Nicky if they wanted to go but after trading a look between them they opted to stay behind. I had a pretty good idea of what might happen once we left. As soon as he heard my car pull out of the driveway, Nicky straddled Ethan's lap and started kissing him. The boys enjoyed the closeness of their make-out session for a few minutes then Nicky broke the kiss. "So what do you want to do today?" Ethan smiled at Nicky. "Well, I think it's my turn to suck your dick," said Nicky. "You don't have to," Ethan offered. "I like it," smiled Nicky. "Cool, let's go up to my room," said Ethan. Once they got upstairs and closed the door, Nicky pounced on Ethan. He has an incredible libido for a 12 year old and never fails to surprise his 14 year old lover. Ethan fell back on his bed when Nicky pounced and before he knew it the smaller boy was tugging his shorts down and tossing them aside. Nicky dropped his own shorts and jumped on top of Ethan to resume the kissing that had started downstairs. Both boys were left in their t shirts and underwear, Ethan's hard cock straining against the fabric of his boxerbriefs and Nicky's tenting his tighty whities as they ground into each other. Nicky had Ethan's legs spread wide apart and humped him vigorously as they kissed, they'd come a long way since they'd first experimented with jerking each other off. As usual Ethan's hands found their way down to Nicky's firm, athletic butt and massaged it. Before long Nicky worked his way down Ethan's body, he grabbed the older boys underwear and pulled them down his lean legs letting his teenaged manhood slap against his belly. Nicky grabbed Ethan's cock and stroked it a few times then put the head in his mouth. He rubbed his tongue over the pink organ, lapped at the cum hole then started to suck up and down. Ethan couldn't get over what a great cock-sucker Nicky had become, his mouth was like heaven but Ethan had something else he wanted to try and having the house to themselves made this the perfect time. Ethan enjoyed Nicky's blow job for a few more minutes then told him to stop. "What's wrong?" Nicky asked. "Nothing, that was great," panted Ethan, "but I wanna try something else." "Cool, what do you wanna do?" smiled Nicky. Ethan didn't explain he simply had Nicky take off his t shirt then lay face down on the bed. Ethan stuck a couple of pillows under Nicky's belly, pointing his tight little butt up in the air. Ethan was rock hard, he'd been wanting this for so long and now was his chance. He spread Nicky's legs and started to kiss his butt through his tight briefs then pulled the garment down around Nicky's hips. With his pert little ass exposed, Ethan wasted no time in spreading his buns and lapping at the tightly puckered opening. It felt a little weird to Nicky at first, just like before, but soon he was moaning and grinding his cock into the mattress. Ethan worked on Nicky's hole for a while and then when he couldn't wait any longer he got in position and mounted his little brother. Ethan lay on top of Nicky and carefully lined his cock up with the smaller boys tight hole. He could feel his head pushing at the opening. Nicky could feel it to and the new sensation made him nervous. "Ethan, what are you doing?" Nicky whined. Ethan leaned down and kissed Nicky's neck and nibbled at his ear. "I wanna fuck you Nicky," he moaned. "But what if it hurts?" said Nicky. "I'd never hurt you," said Ethan as he stopped nuzzling Nicky's neck so he could be serious for a moment. "You'll stop if it hurts?" asked Nicky. "Of course Nicky, I promise," said Ethan. "Ok, go ahead," said Nicky. That was all Ethan needed to push at Nicky's reluctant opening. Nicky had, of course, never tried anything like this before and his opening was resisting the invasion. "Owe, Ethan I don't like this, stop," whined Nicky. Ethan was too turned on to stop right away and pushed a little more. "Ouch, please Ethan, it hurts, please stop?" pleaded Nicky. "Ok, ok, I'm sorry," said Ethan as he pulled back, "are you ok squirt?" "Yeah I'm ok now," whined Nicky, "it just hurt is all." "I have an idea let me try something," said Ethan. He quickly ran to the bathroom and grabbed a bottle of hand lotion then came back to the room. He got in behind Nicky again then squirted some of the lotion onto his finger. He rubbed gently around Nicky's tight hole then started to push the digit inside. Ethan's finger was a lot easier for Nicky to take than Ethan's cock and he was soon moaning as Ethan finger fucked him. "Like that squirt?" Ethan inquired. "Uh huh," Nicky moaned. Ethan smiled to himself then began to work a second finger into the blond jock. Before long Nicky was moaning and pushing his butt back to meet Ethan's fingers. After working a third finger into Nicky, Ethan asked if he could try his cock again. After assuring him that he'd pull out the moment it hurt, Nicky agreed. This time Ethan squirted some of the lotion onto his hard boyhood and worked it into his skin making him nice and slick. He placed the head of his cock at Nicky's opening, pressed slowly but firmly and felt the tight pucker relax as his head popped in. "Oh, stop, stop," panted Nicky. "Do you want me to take it out?" Ethan offered. "No, it didn't hurt as much as before," Nicky admitted, "just give me a second to get used to it." After a few seconds rest Nicky allowed Ethan to continue. It took a few more stops and starts but soon Ethan had his 5 inch boner buried in the athletic blond. When Nicky gave him the ok, Ethan began to rock his hips back and forth slowly fucking him. Two things began to happen now, Nicky was quickly discovering that he was a natural bottom. This didn't mean he was gay, Nicky still thought about girls when he jacked off and was eager to try sex with one but the feelings coming from his anus told him he loved being penetrated. As Ethan pumped harder and faster he couldn't help but think this had been worth the wait. Nicky was responding to his every thrust with a soft moan and pushing his butt back to meet Ethan's thrusting cock. In actuality, Ethan was only able to fuck Nicky for a couple of moments; the feelings were too intense for him to last long. When he couldn't take it anymore he pulled out and came all over Nicky's back. Before Nicky could complain, Ethan rolled him over and took his cock into his mouth, in a matter of seconds Nicky was squirting his watery release into Ethan's eager mouth. "That was so awesome," panted Ethan, "I can't believe you let me fuck you." "Yeah," said Nicky when he caught his breath, "I can't believe I liked that!" "Really, you did?" asked Ethan. "Oh man, I can't explain it," said Nicky, "but it felt so good." Ethan kissed Nicky to thank him for the good time and then they snuggled together and relaxed while coming down from their orgasm. Once they'd recovered Nicky helped Ethan change his sheets and put the dirty ones in the washer. They showered then hung out in Ethan's room in their underwear, playing video games. They stopped every now and then to kiss or fondle each other but they were both to tired from their first experience with intercourse to try anything more aggressive. Meanwhile at the therapists office I was waiting in the lobby with a magazine while Aiden had his appointment. After about an hour, Aiden emerged from the office, not looking too happy about the experience. Dr. Marshall called me into her office for a quick word while Aiden waited for me. "He's a very angry boy," said the doctor. "How do you mean, he's very calm and easy going at home," I said defensively. "It's not an anger he'd express by lashing out at you or the family, he's angry with himself," she explained, "Aiden blames himself for what happened to him and getting him to understand that it wasn't his fault is going to be the crux of our sessions." "We've tried telling him that. No one can blame him for the abuse, he didn't ask for it," I said. "It's easy for you and I to say that, we're adults and we see things more clearly, and deep down on an intellectual level, Aiden knows that too," she continued, "but on the sub-conscience level his mind blames him, in his mind maybe he was bad, maybe he did something wrong, but something he did triggered the abuse." "We can tell him that's not the case until we're blue in the face but it's simply a waste of breath until he sees that for himself. We'll do that through therapy, as he talks about the things he experienced, gets it out of his system he'll come to the realization that it's not his fault and he doesn't have to feel guilty or ashamed," said Dr. Marshall. "Is there anything we can do as a family to help him with this process?" I asked. "Aiden will have to discover this for himself. All you and your family can do is continue to love him and give him your support. If he looks to be having a bad day, hug him. Give him positive reinforcement, knowing that you care about him will help him to feel better about himself," the doctor concluded. "Well that will be easy enough, we adore Aiden," I smiled. "So I gathered," the doctor smiled back, "Aiden told me how you and your partner apprehended his attacker, it's one thing for you to say you love someone but you were able to show him, that made an impression." We talked for a few more minutes, I scheduled Aiden's next appointment with Dr. Marshall and then I collected him from the lobby. He was sitting in a chair pouting with his arms crossed. He didn't say anything as we made our way out the door so I put my arm around his shoulder and kissed him on the top of his head as we walked back to the car. He still didn't speak but I felt the tension in his shoulders ease up a bit and he seemed to brighten up as we went to pick up Jack. I'd dropped Jack off at Best Buy on our way to the appointment and we would be meeting him at the Barnes and Noble on the other side of the shopping center. I had a couple of books I wanted to pick up and I thought Aiden might like to look around for a new book for he and Ethan to read. They'd finished A Separate Peace during our camping trip and both of them seemed to get antsy without a book to read. I also wanted to pick up a diary for him. Dr. Marshall had suggested he keep a journal of any dreams he might have or any thoughts he wanted to express. I grabbed a handsome leather bound journal and Aiden rejoined me with two copies of Catcher in the Rye, one for him and one for Ethan. Aiden approved of the journal I'd selected and we browsed a little while we waited for Jack to show up. While we were shopping we also found a rather nice sketchbook and some drawing pens and pencils for Aiden. He's the artist in our family though so far we've only seen some rough doodles. A proper artist needs a sketchbook and I'm curious to see what he'll produce now that he has the right equipment. We sat down in the store's coffee shop and had a drink, Jack called on his cell phone and said he'd lost track of time but was on his way to meet us. I wasn't concerned, he wasn't that late and Aiden and I had enjoyed our time among the books. As we were enjoying our drink Aiden picked up one of my books and started to thumb through it. "This book isn't in English," Aiden noted. "No, that's the Latin text," I explained. "Why did you get it in Latin?" Aiden asked. "To keep up on my language skills," I said, "I noticed my copy of this book was missing when I packed up the study, I must have loaned it to a student or colleague and forgot about it." "What's it called?" said Aiden. "Meditations, it's the Emperor Marcus Aurelius thoughts on politics and governing," I answered. "Wasn't he the emperor in the beginning of that Gladiator movie?" Aiden inquired. "He was, but there was much more to him than warfare, he was one of Rome's great emperors and one of the first true philosopher kings," I said. "How do you know all this stuff?" Aiden asked curiously. "I always loved history, even when I was your age," I explained, "When I was at Yale I decided that I wanted to learn all I could about the ancient world and that lead me to my PhD." "That's so cool, I love history too, it's probably my favorite subject," Aiden admitted. "Well, when you pick your electives for the coming semester you might want to consider taking Latin. You learn a lot more when you study the language of the people you're learning about. In your freshman history class you'll be learning about the Greeks and the Roman's," I said. "Latin, maybe, that could be interesting," contemplated Aiden, "do you think Ethan would take it with me?" "I'm sure he'd think about it if you asked him, he's a big history buff too," I said. Aiden seemed to be thinking about this as Jack walked up to join us. He'd gotten the headphones he needed for his ipod and picked up a couple of computer games for his laptop. There was nothing he needed from the bookstore so we made our purchases and headed back to the car. Nicky and Ethan had gotten dressed and camped out in front of the TV. As soon as we got home Aiden went off to share the book he'd picked out with Ethan, Jack headed upstairs to try out one of his games and Nicky asked if he could go over to Josh's. We had agreed to let Nicky spend the night at Josh's since we'd be moving Saturday and they wanted to have one last sleepover before it was too late. Nicky and Josh had a little league game tomorrow afternoon so we'd pick them up and bring them home after. As soon as I said it was ok Nicky grabbed his backpack and raced out the door. Ethan approved of Aiden's book selection and told him that he'd think about taking a Latin class with him when school started in the fall. Aiden was pleased by Ethan's response, for some reason he craved Ethan's approval more than anyone else's. Aiden was also beginning to question what his true feelings for Ethan might be, he really liked Nicky and Jack, was starting to love them even, but something about Ethan drew him in. He liked the way he felt when he was with Ethan, liked that he could talk to him about anything and everything and that Ethan never judged him. Ethan made Aiden happy, when he was with him he didn't feel like some cheap piece of trash that got beaten up while turning tricks, he felt clean and pure and loved. Aiden had experienced enough gay sex to know that had he been with a boy he found attractive, someone who treated him kindly and with love, that he would have probably enjoyed it. He didn't think about girls much and when he had been forced to be with men he often closed his eyes and thought of boys he'd much rather be with. Aiden was surprised when he came to the conclusion that he thought Ethan was beautiful, that brought a smile to his face and then reality set in. Why would he ever want to be with me, my blood is poison, if we did fall in love we could never have sex, I could never pass this disease on to him. Wait a minute, do I love Ethan, Aiden thought to himself. Little did he know that Ethan was wrestling with the same question. "Hey, hello, are you there?" said Ethan, as he waved his hand in front of Aiden's face. "Huh, what?" Aiden sputtered, as he snapped out of his trance. "I've been talking to you but you were staring at the wall like you were in outer space or something," said Ethan, "are you alright?" "Oh, yeah, I'm fine, I was just thinking about something." "About what?" Ethan asked curiously. "It's nothing," said Aiden as he quickly changed the subject, "Nicky went over to Josh's and Jack's playing a game he bought, what do you want to do?" "Well, I need to practice my cello, do you mind?" asked Ethan. "No, that's cool, I like it when you play," smiled Aiden. The boys headed downstairs but Aiden had a thought and grabbed his sketchbook and a pencil. While Ethan set up his cello Aiden tried to think of something to draw, he couldn't use his right arm but fortunately he could draw almost as well with his left hand. He racked his brain for an image he'd like to put on paper but nothing would come to him, finally he closed his eyes and just listened to the music. It was like a light bulb went off in his head, he opened his eyes and looked over at Ethan and his instrument then his pencil began to fly across the paper. Ethan practiced for about an hour and Aiden wrapped up his drawing while Ethan put the cello back in its case, next time he practices we'll be in our new home. "That was really good," complimented Aiden, "you get better every time I hear you play." "Thanks," Ethan blushed, "what were you drawing?" "Oh, it was nothing," said Aiden, now he was the one blushing. "Come on, let me see," said Ethan. "Nope," Aiden smiled. "Don't make me resort to the tactics I use on Nicky," Ethan threatened. "What tactics might those be?" Aiden asked coyly. "You're seconds away from finding out," said Ethan with a stern glare, "now, are you going to let me see?" "Hmmm, NOPE," giggled Aiden. "Oh that does it," said Ethan as he pounced on Aiden, careful not to hurt his injured arm. Aiden doubled over on the couch as Ethan tickled him without mercy. He was laughing so hard he thought he might lose control of his bladder. "Ethan please stop," Aiden pleaded between gasps for air. "Gonna show me the drawing?" asked Ethan. "Never," laughed Aiden. "To bad for you than," said Ethan as he continued the tickle torture. "Ethan, please, I'm gonna pee," gasped Aiden. "You know what I want to hear," said Ethan. "Ok, ok, you can see it," laughed Aiden. "Yeap, that works on Nicky too," smiled Ethan as Aiden handed over the sketchbook. "Bully," Aiden teased. Ethan didn't respond he was busy studying Aiden's drawing. Aiden had drawn a perfect picture of Ethan playing his cello, the image was so crisp and clear it could have been taken with a camera. "Wow, you just did this while I was practicing?" Ethan asked incredulously. "Yeah, I was inspired," Aiden blushed. "Oh, really?" Ethan smiled. "Yeah, by the music," Aiden exclaimed, as he grabbed his sketchbook and made a run for it. "Oh you are so dead," shouted Ethan as he chased after him. The boys came bounding into the kitchen and skidded across the tile floor in their socks. Aiden raced over to me and hid behind me; then stuck his tongue out at Ethan playfully. Ethan only stopped because he was laughing so hard. "What's gotten into you two?" I asked, "did you eat a bag of sugar when I wasn't looking?" "Daddy, you've got to see this drawing Aiden did, it's so good," said Ethan. "Can I see?" I asked Aiden. He got shy all of a sudden and looked down but he did hand the sketchbook over. "Wow Aiden, this is amazing," I exclaimed once I had a chance to see the drawing. The image was so vivid I half expected it to come to life. He had captured the moment perfectly, from the way Ethan holds his head to the way his muscles move when he works the bow. Both Ethan and I continued to oh and ah at Aiden's drawing which only caused him to blush deeper. "It's not that great, it's just a simple sketch," said Aiden in a sudden display of modesty. "Can I keep it?" asked Ethan. "Sure, if you want," agreed Aiden. When Cam got home he was just as impressed by Aiden's skills as the rest of us. We had dinner, watched some TV and then we all headed up to bed before midnight. Aiden was sleeping with Ethan as had become the norm. The boys are so close that we've decided they'll be sharing a room at the new house so that we'll have space for guests. Ethan had placed the drawing on his nightstand propped up against the lamp so that he could look at it. Once the boys were settled in bed Ethan reached across Aiden to shut off the bedside lamp but lingered over him for a moment. "Thank you for the picture, I really like it," said Ethan before he leaned down and gave Aiden a quick kiss on the cheek. Aiden was a little shocked; he couldn't believe Ethan had just kissed him. Ethan took Aiden's silence to mean that he hadn't appreciated the kiss, embarrassed he rolled over on his side away from Aiden and hoped that he'd forget about it by morning. Ethan couldn't see the stunned smile on Aiden's face because of the dark. Aiden reached over and squeezed Ethan's hand affectionately. "I'm glad you liked it, really glad," said Aiden. Now it was Ethan's turn to smile at the dark. Both boys drifted off to sleep thinking of each other, maybe this is the beginning of something special?