Date: Sat, 18 Nov 2017 03:58:43 +0000 From: Dylan Greene Subject: Black Creek Boys: Chapter Two 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: First, let me just say thank you to everyone that emailed me in the last couple days, I've always enjoyed writing and what a few simple words can achieve, but it makes it all the more thrilling to write something people actually enjoy. So again, thank you for your appreciation. Secondly, I apologize, I'd meant to get this submitted two days ago but after attempting to write this chapter from Alex's perspective, as well as revising and rewriting it, I simply didn't like the way it was going and so I scrapped it all and restarted from Dylan's perspective. If you would like to contact me at greene_d_1987@hotmail.com feel free, feedback is, of course, always welcome. Chapter Two Morning had come all too soon, once sunlight broke across the curtains of my bedroom window it'd only been a matter of time before I wouldn't be able to sleep. Light sensitivity did that, as well as the old habit of being up before dawn, which meant I was looking down the barrel of a rather long day after everything from last night. By the time I rolled over to gaze upon the naked boy twisted between the bedding with both pillows on top of him rather than underneath either of our heads, I'd already decided to push all the anger at my sister out of my mind and simply focus on the boys. They needed me far more then I needed to be mad at my sister. Alex was breathing irregularly, almost like he was exhausted from sleeping but I knew it was just caused by overheating under all those blankets and pillows. Moving one of the pillows so that I could see his face caused him to stir just enough for him to readjust his body to a more comfortable position. With a kiss to the forehead, I left the sleeping boy to go use the restroom and resume my own morning habits, bathroom, shower, and shave. Ten minutes later I returned to find Alex still asleep, limps still tangled in the sheets, only now he was snoring lightly as if his mouth had gone dry. Tossing the towel into the hamper before pulling on a pair of basketball shorts, I headed down the hallway towards the kitchen, passing by the guestroom Daniel had slept in to see how he'd fared throughout the night, only to find him still asleep as well. It was for the best really, Alex might have woken up in time to know what had happened, but Daniel had slept through everything and I wasn't sure how to tell him his mother had left him and his brother. It was well after nine and I'd already missed work by an hour so I figured missing the whole day couldn't hurt. A brief call to the office to explain my absence and I was in the clear, one of the perks of owning your own business. A bit of peach tea put on to brew and I ran out to fetch about a dozen eggs from the chicken coup before returning to find Daniel attempting to climb onto the countertop so he could reach a glass for water. He was wearing nothing but a pair of wine colored boxer briefs marked with forest green christmas ornaments. Must have been his mother's present for him last winter. "Here let me get that for you." I said as I handed him the glass. "Morn'n." Was his only reply as he yawned. "Water, milk, or tea, pick your poison." I asked with a grin, attempting to shake my own fatigue with a bit of light humor. "Water, please." Daniel responded with another yawn, this time stretching his arms up and outward before pulling them back inwards to his chest. As he climbed into one of the chairs at the kitchen table and sat on his knees, I opened the fridge and pulled out a pitcher of cold water to pour him a glass, stopping to pick myself out a mug on the way. On the return to the fridge I poured myself some of the peach tea I'd been brewing, dabbing a bit of honey in it for that extra morning goodness before I sat down across from Daniel. He didn't say anything as we just sat there sipping our beverages for a few seconds until I finally found the courage to tell the young boy about his mother and the events of last night. "Daniel-" I'd barely been able to say anything when he spoke up as well, cutting me off. "She left again." The words were quiet, not quite a whisper, but not quite spoken in a normal tone of voice either. It was almost like Daniel had expected his mother to leave but had wanted me to deny it. "Again? So she's done this before?" Considering the vast amount of emotions I was already feeling, I was honestly surprised my voice hadn't broken or my teary eyed expression hadn't cracked into full on tears over the pain and suffering these boys must have dealt with because of my sister. "Yeah." There was more weariness in that one word than any yawn I'd ever seen. Somehow, it'd only taken a second for Daniel's face to change into a smile as he looked up at me and stuck his hand out across the table, reaching for my own. "Nice to meet you Uncle Dylan." It was all I could do not to burst into tear filled laughter as I took his hand in mine and promptly shook it. "It's a pleasure to meet you as well, Daniel." Our introduction was drawn short by the grumbling in Daniel's stomach, causing us both to laugh. "I guess it's time to eat then, what shall it be then? I was thinking eggs and pancakes, maybe some sausages as well." The menu was met with an enthusiastic nod as we both stood up, myself to start cooking and Daniel to go to the restroom. I'd already turned on the burners and got the pans as I was locating the various ingredients for the pancakes when Alex showed up wearing one of my white t-shirts and a pair of indigo boxer briefs, which could be seen through the t-shirt. He managed to find the cabinet with the cups as we exchanged, "Good mornings." "I noticed neither you nor your brother had overnight bags with you when you arrived, my clothes might be too big for the both of you. After breakfast, I'll throw your clothes in the washer while you and your brother are in the shower and we can go into town and pick you both up a few extra outfits." I was watching him out of the corner of my eye as he filled the glass with water, drank all of it, then turned to look into the pot of tea on the back burner. "It's peach tea, your more then welcome to it if you want some, there's honey on the counter over there." I spoke while pointing to the spice rack next to the sink. I hadn't picked up on it at first, but the more I watched Alex, the more I realized he wouldn't look at me. "Alex, is something wrong?" The eleven year old stopped cold in his tracks before sitting his glass back on the counter as he finally turned to look at me. "I'm-" His voice broke and his eyes began to water as he turned to look away from me. "Uncle Dylan, I'm sorry." He looked like he wanted to run out of the room but was too afraid to move. As I took a step towards him, he flinched as if I was about to strike him, causing me to recoil slightly before moving towards him and embracing his small body. "Shh, you're safe here Alex, you have nothing to apologise for." He was practically shaking like a leaf as his brother returned from the bathroom, still in his underwear. Daniel didn't say anything, he just walked over to the two of us and stood there unsure of what to do to help. "No, I should have told you what Momma was gonna do!" Alex shouted as he pulled away from me. To be fair, a part of me was mad at this new revelation, but not at Alex. I knew my sister was manipulative, but to use her own children the way she did, to put them through the emotional turmoil of it all. I couldn't help but remember the urge I'd had just hours before as my sister ran out of my front door. I should have shot her in the back of the skull right then and there. "Alex's just mad because Momma said it was his job to distract you." Daniel said, surprising me. His words had just seemed to make his brother start crying that much more intensely. "Daniel, that's enough, go sit at the table and wait for breakfast." I said, patting him on the butt towards the table as I picked up Alex so he was actually standing again as he's sat on the floor, defeated. "Alex, you are not responsible for the sins of your mother, now give me a hug and stop that crying, else I'll have to hug you till you do and then breakfast will never be ready." A small laugh escaped through the boy's tears as a smile crossed his tear stricken face before he gave me a hug. "Uncle Dylan said we could have pancakes and eggs for breakfast! I want mine scrambled though." Daniel spoke to his brother as Alex wiped his tears on my t-shirt that he was wearing. I just loved the way it hugged his thighs as he pulled the fabric to his face, a bit of the indigo underwear underneath peeking through the bottom with every swipe across his face. Once Alex was finished calming down a bit, he leaned against the counter to watch me cook, every now and then I'd point to a mixing bowl or a utensil and ask him to hand it to me. Everything was easily within my reach, but Alex seemed to need to be close to me and I figured it wouldn't hurt. Half an hour later, we each had a plate full of pancakes, eggs, and sausages. Alex had drank his peach tea and since went back to drinking water throughout the rest of his meal, while I myself had about two more glasses before pouring the rest into a spare pitcher and putting the tea into the fridge. Warm tea in the morning, cold tea in the afternoon, that's just the way I did things. Once we were all done eating and the boys were both full, I showed them where the dish soap was and asked them to clean on up while I went out and fed the chickens. By the time I got back, both boys were soaking wet, which made Alex in particular a picture to be seen. "Okay boys, there's only one shower so you'll either have to share, or one of you will have to sit in the living room in a towel while I throw your clothes in the washer." It was almost funny to see the different expressions on their faces as I said that, Daniel managed to call for the shower first while Alex hesitated before turning bright red in the face with his brother laughing about him having to get naked. "Well Daniel, if you're gonna be like that, then perhaps Alex should take his shower first." This caused Daniel to turn to his older brother, who had a devilish grin, before he screamed playfully and took off running and giggling, presumably to secure the first shower as his own. "Sorry I got your shirt wet." Alex said, causing me to return my attention to him, well, to the wet t-shirt hugging his soft yet firm preteen body. If I'd been a man ruled by my impulses, I might have told him how much better it looked on him than it'd ever looked on me, but even I knew my limits. "Don't worry about it Bud, just get it off and into the washer with the rest of your clothes while I go grab your brothers. Laundry rooms over there." I said, pointing to a small room connected to the kitchen across from where we were. A few minutes later, I was sitting in the living on the sofa with the news on mute while some sort of new car commercial played on the screen. Alex walked in with a towel around his waist and sat down next to me. I hadn't told him where to find one, half hoping he'd forget to ask me and end up not wearing one, but it seemed the boy was clever enough to locate the linen closet in the hallway next to the bathroom. Lucky, when he sat on the sofa, he subconsciously pulled his knees in with his feet at his side. The position was meant to keep anyone from seeing up the towel, but it still did wonders for me as the fabric stretched across Alex's bubble butt, which he'd kindly pointed in my direction, having leaned away from me. It was right at that moment that my brain had decided to remember something Daniel had said earlier. "So, what exactly had your brother meant when he said your job was to distract me?" I shot Alex a knowing glance as every exposed inch of his skin went red, even in spite of the cherokee in his tan. "I, uh. Momma said you liked guys." Just as earlier, Alex refused to meet my gaze, instead looking at the floor in front of his spot on the sofa. "So you were trying to seduce me then?" I couldn't help but grin as he looked at me all flustered and embarrassed. "No! I just-" Alex attempted to explain himself but I choose to cut him off. "Alex, it's okay. To be honest, you almost had me." If it was possible for someone to be more red than that boy, I'd swear they were sunburnt. "Word of advice, don't fall asleep next time and you might just seduce the guy, assuming you want to seduce a guy at least. Same advice holds up when seducing girls too." I chuckled to myself as Alex actually managed to turn even redder. He grabbed the remote from my lap and unmuted the television as a means of telling me to stop talking without having to actually say anything. As the minutes went by and we heard about the various traffic jams or accidents that had happened throughout the night and earlier that morning, as well as the weather for the day and a few other trivial matters typical of news shows, Alex finally seemed to regain his composure and worked up the courage to ask me a question. "Do you want me to sleep in a different room from now on?" He'd gone back to being shy and after how he'd kept close to me in the kitchen after apologising to me, I figured he was the type to want reassurance and closeness when he was unsure of something or himself. "You can sleep anywhere you like." I said as I ruffled his hair, letting my hand drop to his shoulder to pull him over into a side hug. "Good, I liked sleeping with you. I like the way you hold me." Alex said, again going teary eyed. He really was an emotional kid, not that that was a bad thing, but it did worry me a bit if he was this easy to upset. "It was nice to have someone to hold." I pulled him to my side tighter than I had previously. The words had slipped out of my mouth before I could second guess them. It wasn't a lie, but I knew I shouldn't have said it. There was just something about the small person sitting next to me that made my composure slowly fade. It felt like a warm sensation in my stomach that spread upward to my heart and lungs until it slowly started to overwhelm me. I already knew I loved both of the boys, I guess that was just how it was with family, even family you'd just met. A familial bond that made you fall in love with relatives faster than with other people. Memories of taking care of my younger foster siblings and practically being the foster parents of a few of them, I'd always known I had a larger heart for kids than other people, and normally I hated everyone. Perhaps it was because children were helpless, innocent, but they could melt my heart with a single glance. Alex was different. Sure, I was the type to step in the path of danger for the sake of any child, but with Alex I could already feel the desire to feel him, to touch and hold him. I'd always been a boylover, ever since I realized I was gay at the age of ten. Sure, I was attracted to men, but boys had their own appeal to them. I could see the form of a man that Alex would grow to fill out one day, I could see the sexual attractiveness in his jawline, the way his muscles curved and flexed the way a man's world, but there was more than that, something far more attractive. Despite the filling out of his muscles, he still retained the adorableness of youth. Preteen boys were truly a gift from god, and I wasn't a religious man but even I might just be willing to drop in prayer to express my gratitude. Instead of prayer, we sat there on the couch, Alex with a towel around his waist and my arm wrapped around him until Daniel ran into the room grinning like a fool, not to mention completely naked. "Boy, you best get a towel around those cheeks, least I give you what for." To my surprise, Alex stood up and handed his towel to his brother before wiggling his butt as if to taunt me. Of course, I managed to playfully smack him on the rear before he'd run off to the shower. "No, don't spank me!" Daniel yelled, laughing as he dodged his brother's towel and began running around the living room, still naked. It took a couple minutes, but by the time Daniel finally tired out and I managed to get a towel around his lower half, I needed to excuse myself to go check the laundry and throw the boys' clothes into the dryer, as well as readjust myself as I'd begun to sprout a woody. Thankfully, Daniel hadn't noticed and by the time I returned to the living room to find him curled in a ball on the sofa, I'd regained control of myself. "You want to watch something other than the news? It's Saturday after all, there's got to be cartoons on." I asked, sitting on the sofa next to him. "Momma never let us watch cartoons, said it was Paul's TV and we weren't allowed to touch it." Daniel spoke softly, rearranging himself so his head was resting on my knee. He was so adorable, I noticed that his eyes were a bit more hazel than brown now that it was daytime, and he had a number of freckles all over his face. I wanted to rest my hand so much on his cute butt, but I didn't want to end up with another tree in my shorts and have Daniel notice. Instead I kept my arm on top of the back of the sofa as I flipped to a cartoon. It wasn't one I recognized, hell, it'd been at least a decade since I'd watched Saturday cartoons, but I did recognize the channel, Cartoon Network. "Well, so long as you behave properly, you can watch as much cartoons as you like. I don't watch a lot of television myself so it's all yours." I said while handing the remote to Daniel. "Really? Can we watch the cooking channel?" He asked with a tone of seriousness. "Sure, if you want to." It wasn't the first thing I'd have thought he'd ask to watch, but I wasn't going to complain. "Do you like cooking?" I asked him. "Momma never let me near the kitchen, so I don't know, but I love watching them cook." Daniel pointed to the three people talking about the dish on the show, discussing various herbs and spices one could grow in their own home. "You know, I actually have most of the herbs they're talking about in my garden, as well as a lot of other things. Other than meat and a few other items, almost everything I cook I grow right here on the property." It wasn't until now that it struck me that Sarah likely hadn't taught these boys anything about their family history. As far as I was concerned, the house and land all around us were as much their birthright as my own. "Will you teach me how to cook Uncle Dylan?" Daniel asked, somehow managing to give himself huge puppy dog eyes while also cracking the cutest little grin. Almost like he knew what he was doing to me with those eyes. "Don't give me that look, all you had to do was ask. I'd love to teach you. For now, why don't you come with me so we can check the laundry. There wasn't that much to dry so they should be dry by now, even if it isn't done going around." With another round of giggling, Daniel took off, leaving his towel in his dust and me watching his cute little bum wagging as he ran into the kitchen and the laundry room beyond. "Ahh, ow!" I heard Daniel scream before he came back around holding his arm. Apparently he'd burned himself slightly when reaching into the dryer. "Come on, let's get that cooled down." I said, picking him up and taking him to the kitchen sink. "It hurts." The naked boy leaned into me in my arms, resting his head on my chest. His arm wasn't burned badly, just a little red, but it didn't look like it'd swell or blister. "Here, how does that feel?" I asked, after wetting a washcloth with cold water and holding it to his forearm. "Better, but it still hurts." He answered, far less giggly than a few moments ago. "Sit at the table and hold the cloth to your arm, I'll go get the laundry and when I'm done I'll look at your arm, okay?" I moved to the laundry room as he said he would only to hear Alex come around the corner just as I passed out of view. "What happened to your arm?" Alex asked, curiously. "The dryer hurt me." Daniel responded, lifting the washcloth so his brother could inspect the small injury. "Aw, man, there isn't even a mark, your fine. Quit your fussing." Alex commented with a bit of brotherly snark. Of course, this caused Daniel to call for backup. "Uncle Dylan, Alex is being mean!" The younger boy shouted, standing up on his chair only to kick his brother in the back of the head as Alex had turned around to look at me. This caused Alex to drop his towel before twirling around to hit his brother in the balls. "Boys! Stop it or you're both gonna get a beaten!" I shouted, tossing the handful of laundry onto the table in front of them. Both boys got real quiet at that, Daniel watched me with a look of terror in his eyes and even Alex went a little white in the face. "Please don't beat us sir." Alex spoke quietly, the look on his face told me exactly what both boys were thinking. I should have known, what with Sarah saying Paul beat on her I could only imagine what twisted form of punishment he must have used on the boys. "Please don't hit us like Paul." Daniel whispered, his leg shaking slightly as he started trembling where he stood on the chair. That was the final straw, I'd managed to keep my tears back all morning. I was looking into Daniel's fearful hazel eyes practically dumbstruck. The thought of what my sister would have allowed that man of her's to do to these two beautiful boys sickened me. I made a vow to myself that if I ever saw that man again I'd actually shoot him, it wasn't like there wasn't already a small cemetery in my backyard, and if it really came down to it, Alyssa down the road raised pigs and had a particular disdain for child beaters. Both boys swiftly changed tune from one of fear to confusion, and then love as the first tears rolled down my cheeks. "I'll never hurt either of you boys, you hear me? I love you both and I promise I'll never let anyone hurt either of you again." Alex collapsed against me in a hug and I swept Daniel off the chair to hug both of them. "I love you too." Both boys replied as they held onto me. Those were the most beautiful words I'd ever heard. "Now, get your clothes off the table and get dressed. We've got some shopping to do and I want to try and swing by your guy's house to pick up anything you might want to bring here." I spoke while wiping the tears out of my eyes as the boys moved to do as instructed. Alex paused as I mentioned their house and he turned to say something even as he pulled on his indigo underwear from earlier, now fresh out the dryer and warm. "We were evicted a couple weeks ago, that's why Momma wanted that money. We don't have anything anymore." Alex spoke rather matter-of-factly, almost like getting evicted wasn't a big deal. "Yeah, but we didn't really have nothing anyways." Daniel threw in. Leave it to my bitch of a sister to grow up into trailer trash, at least her boys weren't as socially inept as their mother. "Well, in that case we'll have to get you both much more than just clothes. Summer's only just begun but we might as well get you both school supplies, perhaps some games or something else for you to occupy your time with. Alex, your brother enjoys cooking, you got any hobbies you'd like to explore?" Alex blushed, flustered yet again. "Yeah, he likes playing with himself in the shower!" Daniel spoke, mocking his brother. I snapped my finger at him as Alex turned around to pull on his jeans. "Daniel, keep that up and I'll leave you hear while me and Alex go shopping." Of course I'd never do that, leaving an eight year old alone was about as foolish as letting a puppy wander around your home unsupervised. You are just bound to come home to piss in the floor. "I like, um, reading." Alex said as he hurried to put the rest of his clothes on. "Well, we can pick up a few books while we're out. Once you boys are done getting dressed, get a bit of water, it's a half hour drive into Savannah, no need for you to dehydrate in this heat on the way." I almost left to go get dressed myself when I remembered. "Daniel, how's that arm?" "It's okay now, it doesn't hurt but I have a mark." The small boy replied. He was telling the truth, there was a small mark, but if he said it didn't hurt then there was nothing left to do. We met at the front door, all three of us dressed for the first time. On the way out to the truck, both boys were arguing over which of them would get to sit up front with me. I had to smile at that, I'd long since come to accept that as a gay man in the South, I wouldn't have kids of my own unless I married a man who already had some. It wasn't like an adoption agency would ever let a gay man adopt, not in this state at least. It was funny how something so little as the boys arguing over something like getting to sit up front just warmed my heart. It really was nice to have kids in the old house again, but more than that it was just nice to have a couple of kids around. Something about children breathed life and joy into your day in a way you couldn't get with anything else. "Alex gets to sit up front because he's the oldest, Daniel you can sit in the front after we stop for lunch and until we drive home, deal?" "Sounds good to me." Alex said, casting an exaggerated grin at his younger brother. "But Uncle Dylan, Alex isn't the oldest, Zack is!" Daniel whined, clearly annoyed about getting the short stick because he was younger. "Zack? No one mentioned him, where is he?" I asked them both as we climbed into our seats and I started the engine. Both boys went silent before Alex finally spoke up. "Momma threw Zack out of the trailer last year, Paul caught him with a guy and said he wasn't gonna live with no queer." Alex said, making me hate Paul more and more. "So do either of you know where Zack went? If we can find him, he can come live with us." I'd figured Sarah had just lost her first baby, either a miscarriage or some social worker actually doing their job correctly for once. As it turned out, Sarah had more of a history of abandoning her children than I'd first thought. To Be Continued...