Date: Mon, 13 Nov 2017 02:47:15 +0000 From: Dylan Greene Subject: Black Creek Boys: Chapter One DISCLAIMER: M/m This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental. This story contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts of boys and men. It contains graphic scenes of sex between consenting underage boys with adult males. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18, do not read it. If it is illegal to read such material where you live or if you find the topic distasteful, then please stop reading now. You have been warned. This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them at your own site, please contact the author for permission. If you have enjoyed this or other stories on Nifty, consider donating to keep the service free. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Author's Note: While not my first work of erotica, not by a long shot, this is both my first story published on Nifty as well as my first attempt at writing erotica in nearly a decade, apologies in advance though here's hoping my figners remebmer which keys are which. Also, apologies again, since very little in this first chapter is really erotic, though the fun will really begin in the next couple chapters and we'll just see what happens from there. If you would like to contact me at greene_d_1987@hotmail.com feel free, feedback is, of course, always welcome. Chapter One I awoke to the sound of a light tapping at my bedroom window and could see the shape of a person in the shadows, likely standing in my flowerbed just below. It was impossible to make out just who it was but I could hear the voice of a woman asking if someone was home as I turned over to check the clock on my bedside table. Much to my disgruntled annoyance, the time read ten minutes past midnight. I wasn't even able to wonder who might be attempting to make a visit at such hours since I was so ungodly tired. Having slept less than an hour, it didn't take much to see why though. Instead I simply got up, put on my slippers and walked down the hallway, through the living room, and past the kitchen to a side door. Sure, normally I'd use the front door but if whoever it was knew which window to knock on they likely knew I'd be coming to the side door as well. If it hadn't been for the utter shock of seeing who it was stopping me from so much as breathing, I would have slammed the door in her face. It was Sarah, my older sister. I hadn't seen her since she was seventeen and ran off with that meathead named Brock to get married. I'd been eleven at the time, and no here she stood at the side door of our childhood home after fifteen years. And now, here she stood, thirty-two years old, looking up at her twenty-six year old brother whom she'd abandoned so she could run off to live her life on the edge, or so she'd said when she'd left a decade and a half ago. We'd gone to live with our Aunt, Deniece when I was only six years old, our mother having died of ovarian cancer and our father finding his fate at the end of a bottle just before she'd passed. It was an odd thing, attempting to picture my mother, she'd started to develop cancer when I was only two years old and the only face I saw when I attempted to think of her's was that of my aunt. She'd fought off the pink ribbon for four years before it finally took her. I do remember her funeral, though I don't think I even went to my father's. Deniece took my sister in me when my father passed, as our mother spent her last few months in the hospital. Luckily our mother had worked for the government for nearly three decades before passing, which left her with a rather nice life insurance policy that granted three million to be split between myself and my sister once we both reached eighteen. Of course, once my sister left she'd spent most of her time attempting to get her hands on her share or even all of it before I turned eighteen. To bad for her because our mother had left a will that would disinherited us if we ever attempted to take all the money. After taking care of me for seven years, my aunt, Deniece, died of cardiac arrest when I was only thirteen, and without my sister in the picture anymore, I was shipped off to one foster home after another, with most of my foster parents or even those interested in adopting me being far more interested in the three million dollars I was sitting on. Those five years had left me jaded and bitter to almost everyone in the world, even the lucky few to pass through the foster system with minimal trauma always walked out of it with more baggage than they had in the first place from one form of abuse or another. It's been eight years since I left that hellhole I'd been stuck in, a super religious couple that believed in one fantasy after another, mixed with heavy doses of physical punishments obviously, but I still hadn't forgiven my sister for abandoning me the way she had. And here I was, with the one person in the world I'd never wanted to see again standing on my side porch either wanting room and board, money, or both. She hadn't done so much as open her mouth to begin begging before I simply starting shaking my head. Hesitating, she closed her mouth and shifted her footing before speaking again, this time rather than looking to me she was instead looking down the side of the house towards the driveway. "Dylan, I fucked up." Sarah whispered in what I could only consider to be her misguided attempt at an sincerity. I didn't know if I should burst into maniacal laughter or tears of rage and instead just stood there glaring down at here as the sound of two sets of feet came down the side of the house to join her. Shortly thereafter, two young boys appeared at her side, both looking up at me with light brown eyes. Every muscle in my body release the tension I'd felt and my head suddenly cleared of all fatigue as those two sets of eyes melted my anger. I knew instantly who they were, even though I'd never known their names. The younger looked to be about seven or eight and the older one about eleven or so. I thought that was a little odd, my sister had been pregnant when she'd ran off with Brock, her oldest should have been about fourteen by now. Deciding not to comment on it for now, I looked into my sister's eyes almost hopeful as she said those magic little words. "Dylan, would you like to meet your nephews?" Her tone was decidedly more chipper than her previous statement but it still carried a sense of desperation to it, causing me to look up from the boys to her for a second before returning my gaze to the two children standing beside her silently. My heart dropped, whatever old grudge I had with their mother these two young men before me deserved none of my anger or malice. If it meant getting to know my nephews, even in if only for a few days, then I'd let my sister back into my home and potentially even my life. I had to fight back the tears from welling up and overflowing as I stood aside and invited the three of them into my home. I'd spent the last thirteen years thinking I was alone in this world with no more family to love and be loved by, it'd only been a few minutes since I even knew I had two nephews but I was practically shaking with the need to hug them both because I already loved them so much. I turned to turn on the hall light as I turned into the kitchen, turning on the light in there as I walked in. "Dylan, I'd like to introduce you to Alex, he's eleven, and Daniel, who's eight at the moment but his birthday in in a few weeks. Boys, say hello to your Uncle Dylan." Both of them muttered out a muted hello, either from shyness or exhaustion given the hour of the night. I stood there, leaning against the counter looking at them for a few seconds before finally spoke. "While it's lovely to finally meet the both of you, you boys look tired, I've got a couple spare bedrooms if you'd like to sleep while your mother and I catch up. We can talk just us men in the morning if you'd prefer." The younger of the two, Daniel, sighed and I swear I saw a flash of hurt in the eyes of the older, Alex, as their mother pointed them down the hall. Even after all these years my sister still knew where the spare bedrooms were and before long we were alone. I went to the cabinets and pulled out a bottle of white wine while my sister grabbed a couple of glasses a few feet down. We met up again at the kitchen table. Her familiarly with our house hurt in a way I couldn't explain. No, this was my house, she'd lose all right to consider this place home. I sat down and poured us both rather large glasses of wine before I sat the bottle down, not even bothering to recork it as I had a feeling we'd be here a while. "So Sarah, did you bring those boys just to throw salt in old wounds or are you finally looking to reconnect after all these years. You know what family means to me, if you're planning to use those boys to wedge your way into my heart just to get at my wallet please just leave me alone. I've lost enough family, I don't want to meet them only for you to rip them out of my life the next day." If I didn't hate the woman so much I might have actually cared when she deflated onto the table and started crying. I sat there in my boxers with my feet up on the table watching her lay her heart and all her sins out on my kitchen table with a deadpan stare without speaking till she was done with her spiel. Apparently she really had fucked up, her boyfriend back in Savannah had been beating on her for years and finally started beating on the older of my nephews, Alex. It didn't surprise me to hear that Sarah had shot the man right then and there, despite all her many faults she was never one to watch a child be abused the way out father had done us. With an arrest warrant out on her head for murder she'd done the only thing she knew to do, she got her boys and she came home. Our family home was a fairly large plantation house set in the backwoods of forty acres of trees and swamp just west of Savannah outside of a small community called Black Creek in the great state of Georgia. It'd been in the family for generations, and other than our great-great-great-granddaddy who had started up his own shipping company back in the day, our family hadn't really done much of note other than slowly die off over the years. Both of our parents, our aunt, grandparents, and even a stillborn older brother were buried with nearly seventy other ancestors in a small cemetery a bit further back from the house. "I'll let you stay here, not for your sake but for the boys. However, you killed a man and you need to live up to that. I can take care of an legal fees and we can work through this, but Sarah, why didn't you put a stop to the beatings before the kids got involved? You know what dad was like, more so than I do, you should have know Alex was gonna try and stop him at some point." Every word seemed to break my sister more and more, but as much as I knew I should offer her some ounce of comfort, I just couldn't do it. "Dylan, I don't expect you to understand, and I don't want your help, at least not with that. I plan on turning myself in on Monday, but I wanted the boys here before I did. I know you know what the foster system is like and I didn't want them subjected to that." She seemed to pause for a moment as she took a large gulp of the wine. "I want you to know I intend on pleading guilty." We both grew quiet at that, after what all she'd told me was in her house when the police arrived, drugs and guns and whatnot, she'd end up being charged with far more than murder if she pleaded guilty. I breathed out slowly before offering her a sympathetic look, as much as it disgusted me to do so. "You know you'll lose your kids right." It wasn't a question, at least not one either of us needed answered. "You didn't come here for my help did you, you came here to pawn your kids off on me so you could abandon them the same way you did me. Fitting, Sarah, truly fitting, Alex is even the same age I was when you left me behind." I couldn't help but become teary eyed now, Sarah wouldn't even look at me but I could hear her crying as well. "It wasn't you I was running away from Dylan, it was all of this. You know I wasn't meant for this, this house, momma never meant any of that money for me neither, no matter what her will said. An Aunt Deniece-" I cut her off. "Don't you dare trash talk that woman, you got something to say to her and you take that shit outback and speak to her tombstone. I won't have you disgracing her memory in this house, I just won't. You left, she never forced you to. You're the one that got pregnant at seventeen and ran off with that halfwit. I don't want to hear none of it Sarah." She stood suddenly, moving to place her glass in the sink before turning back, still refusing to look me in the eye as she asked. "Shall I take the couch then?" "I'd prefer if you slept in the crawlspace under the back porch but for our mother's sake sure, take the damn couch." I paused as she turned to leave in an attempt to calm down just a bit before adding. "Sarah, do the boys know what your planning?" "Alex does, Daniel, Daniel's just a little too young, I couldn't tell him anything other than we were going on a roadtrip." Figured, Sarah never had the balls necessary to handle the hard shit in life. "Besides, you've invested well these last few years from what I've heard, you're much better equipped to raise those boys than I could ever hope to be." I was actually stunned, after all these years and even considering the circumstances, I honestly couldn't believe my sister was actually showing some sense to responsibility. With that, Sarah left towards the living room to find a couch to sleep on while I cleaned up and went to check on the boys. I walked into my sister's old room, which had been converted into a guest bedroom years ago, to find Daniel sleeping shirtless, or at least what I assumed to be shirtless since his small body was covered by the blankets. I paused at the sight of his chest rising and falling to the rhythm of his breathing. This old house had always been meant to raise a family in. And it had for generations, only issue with me and my sister was that she had run off and I couldn't have kids of my own due to my preference for the company of men. Still, there was something that was just right about having children in the house again. Before long I moved on down the hall to what had been my room up until I moved back when I was eighteen and took over the master bedroom to find Alex sitting up waiting for me. "Alex, you should really get some sleep, after all you've been through I'm sure you need the sleep." He sat there staring at me, even though I couldn't really see his face due to the way the shadows crossed his face I could still tell he wasn't wearing anything as the covers were currently pushed down around his ankles. There seemed to be something odd about the way he was sitting there and I began to suspect something was wrong as he finally spoke. "Momma said we'll be living with you for a while. Your not gonna give us to CPS are you? Momma said that would be bad because foster parents like to hurt kids." I stepped into the room and made my way to bed, pulling up the covers and motioning for Alex to lay down so I could tuck him in before I spoke. "You will be staying here for a while yes, as far as CPS goes, no, you and Daniel can stay here for as long as you like." As I paused, Alex seemed to accept what I'd said without offering any other questions of his own. I bent over my nephew to give him a kiss goodnight on his forehead before walking out to my own bedroom as I heard him whisper. "Love you Uncle Dylan." I whispered back in kind before stepping out of the room and closing the door before making my way back into my own bedroom and cracked the door. I'd barely made it back under the covers before there was the sound of small feet crossing the hallway followed by a short tapping at my door. Alex stepped in completely naked and as a cloud overhead passed by and the moonlight swept across the floor through the windows, bathing the young man in a swath of silver glow, my breath escaped me as I got the chance to see in a single glance what many gay men could only dream of. The old cherokee in our blood seemed to have be gifted to young Alex as well, his skin a light tan as if he was always just a bit sunkissed no matter how much time he spent indoors or out. His tummy was flattened and his thighs had just enough meat on them to be described as succulent. The boy's manhood seemed a decent size for an eleven year old, but what was truly treasurable was the supple bubble butt I had the chance to see as he turned to shut the door. As he turned back around I heard him whisper. "Can I sleep you you tonight? I don't want to have nightmares." He spoke sheepishly, some part of me doubted that was really where his train of thought was headed, but in all honesty, there was no way in hell was was gonna say no to a boy as cute as him. Any chance to cuddle a naked boy was a gift from the heavens meant to be forever treasured. "Sure thing buddy, hop in." I spoke as he crawled onto the bed knees first before ducking under the covers next to me. It wasn't until he moseyed on up under my left arm that I remembered that all I was wearing, and thus the only thing keeping me from him, was my boxers. Thankfully I had managed to develop a bit of self control over the years to avoid any unwanted visitors from down under so to speak. Within a few minutes Alex seemed to drift off into sleep, his body running lengthwise to my own as his head was cradled in the nook of my armpit. It hadn't been since my years in foster care that I'd slept like this with a boy. It was every boylover's dream to have a naked boy in their bed, but it seemed to me that the greatest joy of them all was being able to simply hold a sleeping boy, feeling them holding on to you for comfort and security in their sleep. It was the kind of joy that made you want to weep even though all you could do was lay there as still as can be hoping that morning never comes.I continued to lay there for nearly an hour as the clock read 4:37am as Alex drifted in his sleep, he'd turn over for a few minutes before turning back over in an attempt to curl up next to me all over again. My eyes had finally begun to grow heavy and I could feel myself drifting off into sleep when I saw a flash of light outside my window. My first thought was that it was the police come to find Sarah and I quickly pulled away from Alex to head out to the living room before any officers could see her through the windows. She might have been willing to turn herself in for murder, but there was no way in hell I'd let her get arrested in front of her sons who were just bound to wake up. What I saw in the hallway leading to the front door instantly caused me to freeze solid, all the anger I had for my sister boiling backup from within me as I saw her pulling a trash bag out of the railing at the end of the staircase. Our family had always kept a trashbag of ten thousand dollars hidden there for generations just incase and I knew Sarah knew about it. I should have screamed and hollered at her for what she was doing, I knew I'd been played the moment Paul opened the front door, the same Paul who had supposably been killed by my sister. I walked up to the two of them without saying a word and when Paul noticed me he pointed what looked like a revolver at me. "Take the damn money, I'm not gonna stop you. I guess you're not taking the boys are you Sarah? You wouldn't have brought them with you if all you wanted was that damn money." My sister turned around with a nasty grin on her face and spit at my feet. "You can keep'em, them boys ain't nothing but mistakes anyway. And yeah, I do plan on taking this money, you and that bitch of an Aunt, Deniece owe me that much after what ya'll did to my inheritance. I'd have Paul here kill'ya right here'n'now if it meant me getting that money, but you and I both know you probably have it set up to all go somewhere else." My bitch of a sister cackled as she walked behind Paul back out of the house and he shut the door. I half thought about grabbing the rifle by the front door and firing out at them as they drove off, Lord knew I was a good enough shot to kill them both, but in truth all I could do was sit down on the floor right there and cry. She'd really done it all over again, abandoning not only me, for a second time even, but also abandoning both of her own children as well. It wasn't until Alex appeared in front of me, myself having no memory of hearing him creep up on me, and placing both of his hands on my shoulders as if to comfort me. Even though he was still naked as could be, I pulled him into a hug as he sat on my lap. We must have sat there for a while just holding each other because it wasn't before long till the sky began to grow ever brighter and I knew it would be about an hour till sunrise. With the beautiful naked boy leading me back to my bed, I knew every aspect of my life was about to change. There was noway I would let these boys end up in foster care and I had no intention of ever letting their mother try and reclaim them, not after everything she'd done. Just what all of that would end up meaning, only time could tell and for now, I needed to get some sleep.