Date: Mon, 11 Oct 2010 19:45:00 -0400 From: Homer Simpson Subject: Devon's Lie 11 The usual disclaimers apply here. If your not supposed to be reading this, or under 18, read something else. Otherwise enjoy. Any comments can be sent to d.beer@hotmail.com. Thanks. Paul shook his head at the boy wondering what he was thinking. Eventually Devon quieted down and noticed that Paul was simply sitting in his chair looking at him. Devon looked at him sniffed a couple of times and looked at the floor. "Well, ain't ya gonna say something?" "I don't know what to say since I have no idea what's wrong" "I'm never gonna have kids. I probably am gonna lose everything down there and I won't be a boy any more" "And why do you think that?" "Well, you both said that he's gonna cut it off" "Oh, is that what's bothering you? Well use a Kleenex and have a seat" Devon did and sat down looking at Paul expectantly. "Now they are gonna cut on you but it isn't what you think it'll be. In fact, after a few days you'll be just fine. Now let's get your folder out" He gave Devon his folder back and walked him down to his room. He said that he'd be busy for little while and check in on him before he left. Later that day he found Devon just staring out his window. He looked at Paul as he walked into his room. They exchanged small talk and Paul left for the night. Paul had indeed gotten good and bad news that day. He did meet with the parents, informed them of Devon's status, they signed the permission for the operation and left. They were met about 20 minutes later by a drunk driver in a crash. Both parents were killed instantly and the drunk driver later died at the hospital. Paul didn't tell anyone about the information figuring that Devon had enough to worry about. Paul didn't know that Devon had watched the local news on his TV where he learned about the news. He didn't do anything else except stare out the window. Paul was awoken by the barking of the dogs later that night. The night nurse had called him to tell him about Devon. Paul prescribed a shot to put the boy to sleep since he was just staring out the window for hours on end. The nurse called him about 2 hours later telling him that the boy was sleeping fine. Later that morning, Paul checked on Devon. He was still sleeping. Paul went about his business forgetting about Devon until 3 that afternoon. Paul walked into the room where Devon was still in bed in the same position. Paul walked around the bed to find Devon looking at the wall. "How are you feeling today Devon?" Devon looked at him briefly and then back to the wall. "What does it matter now?" "Why do you say that?" "I watched the news last night and mom and dad are dead" "Oh, I'm sorry you had to see that" "Yeah, well dad always told me that one day Jesus would be looking after them. I knew someday they, heck, everyone dies. But now I'm alone. I, well, what's gonna happen to us?" "Us?" "Yeah, my brother and sister and I?" "Well, usually you'll go to a relative" "Yeah, great, back to Peewee especially" "I don't understand?" "They are the only relatives alive. My grandparents are too old. My other uncle doesn't want anything to do with us and my Aunt will want me especially since my record made so much money" "How old are your grandparents?" "Like ancient, I dunno 80's at least" "Oh" "So like I said I don't know what's to happen to us" "Well, technically you're still in this place for another 4 1/2 weeks. Your siblings will be dealt with" "Well, I'm sorry but you still have your operation" "Yeah, maybe they'll make me a girl or something" "Well, I hate to be the bearer of bad news but we gotta get you ready" "K, what do you want me to do?" "Well, go take a shower and put on a gown" "K" was all he said as he went to the bathroom. He didn't bother to close the door and simply stripped and got into the shower. He was a little shocked to find Paul waiting on him with a towel. He stood on the toilet that Paul had instructed him to stand on while he dried him off. Paul put the surgical gown on him the proper way with the flap open. They walked down the hall to the operating room. Paul had him climb on the bench that was sitting there. Paul held his hand after he put the small thin blanket over his legs. Devon had a deep intake of breath when a nurse walked into the room with a tray. She was all bubbly talking to Devon the whole time. "Ready for all this?" "Uh, I guess" He didn't feel much better when Paul stepped out of her way but held his head standing behind him. "That's good, so I have to get you ready. The whole procedure should only take a few minutes if you cooperate. The Doctor has performed this procedure several times. We can put you under a local anesthesia or totally out. It's between you and the doctor. Ready?" Devon nodded and gulped. His hands clenched the sides of the table when the nurse pulled the blanket down, parted his gown revealing his privates. He watched as she put some shaving cream on his pubs. The nurse then quickly began shaving his pubs off. He was glad he didn't bone up since he was in shock from all that happened. The nurse took a rag and wiped the shaving cream off. She put the tools back on the plate. "There, now's it's all cut off. I'm sorry we have to do things like that but hair can carry infections that once inside can cause many problems. But that part is done. I'm off to do something else and the doctor should be right in" The nurse left. "There, that is what was cut off. Not your ball or your tool. Was it so bad?" "It was a shock was all. Can I cover up?" "I don't think they want you too. The blanket can carry infection." "Oh" Devon had his fingers still under the sides of the cart. The cold air was making his now bare area very sensitive. "Your hair will grow back quickly by the way" "I know" he said as he rolled his eyes back towards Paul. Paul smiled and smoothed the boy's hair with his fingers. "It's gonna be OK. I promise" "Will you be here the whole time?" "Yep. Not going anywhere" "K" The door burst open then with two people entering. A man and a woman. Devon wanted to cover himself up but willed his hands to stay put. The man walked to where Paul was standing and open the knob on a bottle. The woman came over to Devon and looked his privates all over. Devon was all embarrassed. "Hi Devon, I'm Doctor Knockout and I'm gonna be doing the outpatient procedure. I understand your 12. Has anyone explained what we are gonna do today?" "No ma'am" "OK, I'm going to make a small incision about here" and she laid a finger on his shaved area just above the testicle "then I'm going to insert this small laser. I'm going to cut thru some muscle that should have allowed for your precious part to lower into your scrotum shortly after birth. The purpose is to remake this hole. The laser will cauterize any bleeding immediately. Once the hole is big enough, I'll can usually push the testicle down, sew it shut, sew you up and we are done. Any questions?" "Uh, won't it hurt me when you push it down?" Devon asked. "Well, you'll either be under a local shot that will numb the area or we can put you all the way out, it's your choice right now. If you choose the local, and something go wrong, then we'll have to put you all the way out" "K" was all he said as he looked over to Paul. Paul nodded at him and smiled. "The local I guess" "OK" said the man behind him. Devon watched with big eyes as the man put a shot in the area the Doctor had just pointed out. He felt a warming feeling spreading around the area. His peter rose slowly to its full girth and Devon just turned his head into Paul's hands. "Ah yes. You know my daughter is one of your biggest fans. She'll be tickled to find out I was operating on you." Devon said into Paul's hand "and your gonna tell her all about what you see there aren't ya?" "Oh gosh child, no. This is all strictly private. Only the four of us know about it. Besides, you have nothing to be ashamed of. You're perfect for your size and age" "Really?" Devon said turning his head towards the doctor who was just at that moment putting a scalpel into his skin. He felt the movement but to him, it felt like she was cutting him open all the way. That was the last thing he saw before he fainted. The doctor completed the procedure about 15 minutes later and sewed him up. She told Paul that she checked everything out and it all looked well. She told Paul that Devon should wear lose clothing as much as possible for the next few days, not to masturbate and that's he be sore for at least a week. They left and Paul wiped the boy up. He was in a very deep sleep as the sleep doctor injected him with a shot to keep him under. Paul thought about Devon's situation and made a decision. He picked up his cell phone and directed the staff as to his desires. Devon awoke several hours later in a bed. He could feel weight on both sides of him in his bed. He reached out to find hair, a wet nose and a wet tongue. He didn't know where he was so he just laid there for a few minutes. He finally thought about the hair and figured it must be dogs. "Sonny? Cher?" Bark! Bark! Bark! Thumping on the bed by tails followed by more barks. Devon was blinded when a light went on above him. He immediately covered his eyes. Bark, Bark! Bark! "OK OK I can see he's awake. How you feeling Devon?" "Oh Paul! Better now. I have my three best friends with me!" as he petted the dogs again. He moved his legs again but couldn't move them much since there was a big yellow cat between them. "Oh, this is Tiger" Tiger yawned and laid his head down again on his paws. "How do you feel?" "OK I guess. I could pee though" Paul handed him a 20 oz plastic pop bottle. Devon pulled the covers down and looked at himself. He was naked and had a black and blue mark where the incision was. A Superman band aid covered the incision up. Devon peed in the bottle and handed it back. Paul put it with the others on a near by table. "I want you to take these. You'll sleep a little longer. In the morning you'll be sore but you will be OK now" "Are they both there then?" "Oh yes. The doctor said you were doing fine" "Good" after he swallowed the pill. Paul stayed with him until he fell off still holding the dogs. Paul was up drinking his coffee when he heard the barking. He didn't figure it was anything until Sonny came into the kitchen. The dog came over to Paul and rubbed his nose behind Paul's leg. Paul reached down and petted the dog. Sonny barked and then grabbed the leg of Paul's pulling him some. Paul followed the dog who was barking along the way. Paul could hear Cher barking like an answering. Paul walked into the room where he put Devon. He could hear Devon's anxious voice telling Cher to "go get Paul please! I have to go bad" Paul walked into the room. Devon was still in the bed with Tiger between his legs. He pushed the cat away from his privates. "Damn you stay awake" Devon said thru clinched teeth. "What seems to be the problem here?" Devon jerked his head to the man. "Sorry but he woke me up licking me there where the band aid is" "So just get out of bed" "I can't. It hurts really bad and I gotta do a number two" "OK and why can't you just move your legs and slide out" Devon gave him a go to hell look. "You ever try to move with two dogs trapping you in with a 300 pound cat that wants to lick your balls or whatever it wants!?" "No, can't say I have lately but they seem to have a friend" he said smiling. He helped Devon move his legs so he could get out. He ran as best he could into the bathroom slamming the door shut since the dogs were right behind him. Paul heard a loud fart as he walked past the door followed by liquid hitting the water. Paul got the dogs and cat to follow him. He fed them both and sat down. He heard Devon yelling for Paul from the second floor of the music room. "Paul, Doc!" "Yes Devon I can hear you fine" "Can I take a shower?" "Do you know how?" "Uh, yeeeeaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh but I didn't know if I was allowed to or if I was with this band aid" "Oh, I'm sorry. Can you just wash up? I think we need to let the stitches heal up for a couple of days. Just wash you butt especially" "but the rag will be all yucky" "Yeah, they make washing machines" "Oh, so you won't mind?" "No sir" "Yes sir. I'll be down in a little bit" About 15 minutes later Paul heard him again. "Uh, do I have anything to wear?" "Your clothes are in the closet" "Uh, do I need to wear them Paul?" "Not for me. The dogs don't care" "K" Paul heard him coming down the stairs. He was all white down near his privates. Paul sniffed when he got near him. "Talcum powder?" Devon froze. "Uh, yes sir. Uh, I found it in the cupboard. Is it OK? I stink back there I think" "I see, no that's alright. How's the stitch anyways?" "It's a little sore" "OK, the doctor told me to tell you not to jack off for a few days" Devon turned red all over his upper body. "I don't do that" he said quietly looking at the table where a bowl, milk and cereal were "at least not much" turning red more. "No problem. I figure you're a boy and boys do that. Just don't do it for a few days" "Uh, OK. Why do I hurt so much down there?" "Well, have you ever been hit down there like playing dodge ball or something?" "Yeah" "So its really tender is all. In a day or so, it'll clear up" "Oh, why was tiger licking me there then?" eating his cereal. "Well, cats like the smell of blood; he must have thought it was food of some type" "He was licking my dick too and I was really close to those feelings" "Yeah I can imagine" "So, should I put my clothes back on?" "Nah, no one will see you here" "I don't have to go back with you today?" "Do you want too?" "Not really. I like it here Paul. It is like no pressure and stuff like that. I like the music stuff and Sonny and Cher are cool too" he said petting the dogs some then shoving cereal into his mouth. "OK, I'll be at the office for a little while. I have some calls to make. I'll call you from time to time. I'm only 20 minutes away. Just take it easy" "Uh, did you bring my folder back with you by any chance?" "Yep, it's in the closet also" "Thank you for all you do. You're almost like my dad or how I thought my dad should be" "K" was all he said sitting there smiling some. Paul got up a few minutes later, took his car keys out, patted Devon on his head and left. Devon sat at the table finishing up his cereal. He was still feeling the after effects of the pills Paul gave him early in the morning. He went to the bathroom and peed then to his room. He laid carefully down on the bed and fell asleep almost immediately. He was thinking about his parents and his situation before the sleep over took him. He was dreaming about a girl he met at the county fair a few years ago. From that age to his current knowledge, one thing led to another and he was well entrenched into his dream when he awoke all of the sudden. He was feeling like he could almost cum from having sex. He was laying there and he noticed that the dogs had rejoined him in the bed but the big yellow cat was licking around his wound. The cat's hair was rubbing against his penis as the cat licked away. The more he dwelt on the feeling the harder his erection became. After a couple of minutes, his penis erupted into 3 large blobs on his belly just below his belly button. He was laying there panting when the cat licked the watery semen up. The cat's rough tongue was soon on the end of his penis before he pushed him away. The feelings were too intense. He got his legs over the side of the bed and slowly stood. His penis was still hard. He reflected on the experience and was soon writing in his journal filling the page front and back. His penis had lost its rigidity by then. Devon stood and stretched. He took the journal and went to the music room. He sat at the pump organ he'd uncovered and began to play around with some of the keys. Paul called him now and then to check on his status. Paul thought the boy sounded distracted giving him short answers and all. The last call had finally gotten Devon's mind off of his music and journal when Paul told him that someone would be bringing him something to eat and maybe stay until Paul got there. Paul told him that he had some errands to run. Devon wasn't too happy about someone coming. He went to his closet and pulled his pants out. He put them on and walked around the house a little more looking at stuff. Eventually he ended up at the big movie screen. He wished Paul had shown him how to use the equipment but he wasn't gonna try to figure it out himself. Around 1:30 in the afternoon, he heard a male voice yelling for him and the dogs. He knew someone was there when the dogs started barking. "Yoo hooo, Devon where are you?" Devon peaked around the corner to see a man about 28 years old wearing a wig or so he thought. "I'm here sir" as he went around the corner of the room. "Oh good honey, and how are you feeling? Everything OK everywhere it should be deary?" "Uh, yeah I guess, I mean yes sir. I think so sir" "Oh diary, don't call me sir. That my daddy. So honey, are you hungry?" Devon thought the man sounded and acted really strangely. He looked weird enough. His hair was streaked with red, green and purple. Devon giggled at the man after he decided he liked him. "I could eat si--, uh yes" "Good deary. I brought you some pizza and ice tea. Paul said you didn't like pop. You'll be happy with that decision later in your life. Pop gives kids your age and older lots of acne. So let's set here and eat, ok honey?" Devon nodded and came into the kitchen. "Well at least you're dressed comfortably. Paul said you had an operation down in your groin area and it might be painful. He said I could give you one pain pill if you needed it. Do you need it honey?" Devon shook his head. "I'm a little sore but Paul said it'd get better soon enough. Who are you?" "Oh honey, I'm sorry. My name is Reuben" "Why is your hair that color?" "Oh this" he said fluffing his hair out some "is something I like to do when I'm not at the hospital. I'm off for a few days and Paul thought I might come over and keep you company" "Oh" was all Devon said. They made small talk while Devon ate. Reuben was an RN. He checked Devon out from a distance. He was actually attracted too much older men. The boy looked comfortable in his pants. He barefoot and without a shirt. The dogs hung around him something fierce. "So what are you doing in this big old drafty place anyways when Paul isn't here?" "Oh, uh, just, uh, nothing" "Oh. Paul said you were a singer and musician. I think that is sooo cool. Paul says you've already made an impact in some of the young girls around the area in southern Louisiana" Devon blushed. "I guess" "Paul said you were playing around with that old pump organ. Isn't that the shit? I mean something?" "It is a pump organ and it is really neat to play. Paul says it is over 100 years old. I found some pledge and polished it up some. You wanna see it?" "Sure you can play me something" "Hmmm, ok" They went into the music room. Reuben immediately saw the pump organ. It was all shiny since Devon had worked on it for over an hour. Reuben pushed a couple of keys but nothing happened. "Here, may I?" "Oh honey, sure" Devon sat at the seat and pumped the pedal and some music was soon coming out. It was an old tune that he'd played around with. Reuben listened politely and looked around the room. He saw many instruments there. "Now this is what I play" he said as he picked up the guitar. He strummed a tune before Devon had a chance to tell him that it was out of tune. "It needs tuned though. Can you read music Devon?" "Yes sir" "I guess I can call you Mr. Devon since you want to call me sir" "I'm sorry Mr. Reuben. It was the way I was raised up" "No problem, here come to the piano" Devon sat himself carefully on the wooden seat while Reuben sat on the other side of the seat. Together, Reuben would tell Devon what key he needed and he tuned the guitar to it. After he was done, he stood up and played a small song that he knew from heart. Devon had heard it before so he played it on the piano. Reuben never sang for him but showed Devon some of the songs he knew. After a bit, he sat the guitar down in its stand, patted Devon on the head and left. Devon was alone again. He ended up back in the music room with the guitar in his hands. Paul came in about 5 that night. Devon was hungry but didn't say anything. He was strumming on the guitar some when Paul found him. They made eye contact briefly. Paul went to the kitchen and made some fish sandwiches with French fries. Devon found him sitting there eating already. "Why didn't you call me?" "Why don't you take some imitative and ask questions?" "Sorry. May I eat something?" "Of course. Are you feeling ok?" "Just a dull ache around my stuff. I guess that's normal" "Do you need a pill?" "Maybe later tonight. May I have some milk?" "Sure. Can you get it or should I?" "I can thank you very much" "How did you and Rueben get along?" "Oh, he's kind of funny. He tuned up your guitar" showing the first hint of enthusiasm. "He's played in a band for several years, lead guitarist. He doesn't sing though." "That's what he said. We had a good time until he had to leave" "Well I guess you survived" "Yes sir" he said looking down. "Paul, what's gonna happen to us?" "Well son, things will look different for you tomorrow I imagine. You've been thru a traumatic event with your operation and your parents. For your parents I'm sorry. But things might look up" "Yes sir" he said looking at his food. Devon wondered into the yard. It was still warm out as the sun was just beginning its decent. Devon sat on a bench over looking the distant pastures while petting Tiger who came up to him. Tiger settled into his lap and Devon was looking into his fur crying softly. He was feeling very sorry for himself and his situation. "You know, Devon, you have the power to pull this all better if you concentrate on it all" "Uh huh" "You can grieve all you want. I'm here for you. Your parents are in a better place than this. You should be happy for that" "I am. I'm worried about my brother and sister" "Don't, they are ok for the time being. I checked on them" "You did? Why didn't you tell me that before?" "I didn't know you wanted to know" "Of course I want to know. Where are they?" "They are both with friends of the family in your church. Since you are here, I'm sorry you won't be able to attend the funeral tomorrow. But you can visit the grave site soon" "Yes sir" he said softly, unconsciously hugging the cat a little more. He looked at the pasture again. The setting sun was slowly setting over the distant hills. The sky was blue with just a few clouds. "You ever think of getting a horse, sir?" Paul put his hands on the boy's shoulders rubbing them. "Not until you mentioned it. Why should I get them Devon?" "No reason I guess" "Has to be something otherwise why would you ask" "Just thought it would be nice to ride one out there" gesturing with his hand "you did say you owned a lot of land" "Wouldn't a 4 wheeler be better?" "I guess, but a horse would be more peaceful. You could walk all around out there. You could camp if you even wanted too. Horses don't need gas and stink the air up with noise I guess." he finished just petting the cat who was purring in his lap. "I see. Sounds like a song doesn't it" Devon didn't say anything. "Kinda don't it. It's so peaceful out here though" "Yes it is. Don't be too long. It'll get cold and dark quickly" "Yes sir" and Paul left. Devon did come back to the house a short while later, picked up his journal and went to his room. Paul found him asleep on the writing table in front of the window that was in the same direction the bench was. Paul took the boy and put him on the bed. He removed his pants and covered him up. He left the door open. The dogs came in the room and promptly jumped up beside Devon on both sides. Paul left the door open as he went to his room to get ready for bed.