Date: Fri, 20 Mar 2020 17:03:58 -0500 From: Keith Yates Subject: Devyn's Struggle V2 02 This is a fictional story involving sexual acts between two or more men. If this offends you, why are you here? If you are under the legal age to read sexually explicit material then do not read any further. This story in no way represents any person living or dead. Any resemblance to any real person is purely coincidental. The story is the property of the author and should not be reposted or reproduced without the author's written consent. Some of you will recognize this story. It was originally posted to Nifty several years ago. It was removed in January 2020 and I have made some revisions to it. Hopefully you will find them positive changes. I look forward to hearing your thoughts on this new version. Let me know if you think I am heading in a good direction for this story. You can also check out the companion story to this called Brent's Struggle. The two stories may end up crossing paths again in the future. I will have to see where things go. Thanks for reading and for sharing your thoughts. I'm looking forward to hearing from you. Please e-mail me at keith.96@att.net. Remember to stay home during the current crisis. Please help keep Nifty going by making a donation to the awesome service. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Devyn's Struggle V2 Chapter 2 That is the third time you have checked the time in 10 minutes," Dean said. "Really," Hannah said. "I don't even remember doing it." "Its that kid," Dean said. "It is," she said. "His parents are going to be here soon." "You let him get under your skin," he accused. "He's a good kid," she said. "He's a fucking slut," Dean said. "Watch it!" she snapped. "Ok, he's a boy toy for old men," Dean said. "He's a boy whore." "The key there is boy," she said. "He's a kid. He got messed up. "Yeah, drugsand sex," he said. "He was manipulated," she argued. "You are probably right about that," Dean agreed. "He just needs a second chance," she said. "You did talk the DA into a hell of a deal," he said. "But you know the parents kicked him out once." "they won't again," she said. "He's a good kid. Look what he did for that other boy. I talked to the kid and he did not know anything about the sex or the drugs. Devyn protected him." "yeah, it seems like he did," Dean agreed. "He just needs a good home and I think he can get everything in his life straightened out," she said. "I hope you are right," Dean said. Hannah saw them come thru the door. She knew who exactly they had to be. "Hello Mr. and Mrs. Roberts," she said greeting the man and woman at the front desk. "I am one of the officers that arrested Devyn." The man did not look happy to be here. The mother looked worried and nervous and the little old lady with them looked like a stern schoolmarm. "This is my mother," Judy said introducing her as Roberta. "We would like to see Devyn," Roberta said. "Just follow me," she said. "My partner is already leading Devyn to the interview room. He has been very cooperative." "Come on kid," the male voice said. Devyn looked up from the floor into the stern face of the cop that had arrested him. "Your folks are here." The man seemed more at ease now. He seemed calmer and less threatening than he had before. "Come on we don't have all day." Devyn had not slept at all. He felt filthy from being in the dirty cell. He had been roughed up from some other men in the cell and he had dark circles under his eyes from the lack of sleep. "Oh," Judy gasped as she saw Devyn. "Oh dear boy," Roberta said her voice tender. "What the hell happened to you?" Frank snapped. "I am sorry to have brought you down here," Devyn said his eyes glued to the floor. "You are a sorry excuse," Frank barked. "You get your fucking ass into trouble and then expect us to get you out of it. You are worthless. You are a worthless faggot." "FRANK!" Roberta snapped. Her brown eyes were like Devyn's and the golden flecks en them were almost glowing with her anger. "Shut up." Her voice was calmer and actually sounded more commanding than her initial outburst. "Are you alright?" Roberta's question was directed at Devyn. "I'm ok," he said looking at the floor. Roberta stepped up to him and gripped his chin. She lifted his face until his eyes looked into hers. "It will all be alright." "Grandma," Devyn said his voice cracking. His eyes glistened with the tears he was holding back. "It will be okay," she said again. She took his hand and found it shaking. She gripped it tighter. "What do we need to do?" Roberta turned her stern gaze onto the cops. "Devyn has been very cooperative," Jim, the assistant district attorney said. "He gave us a lot of information and this was his first offense. I have talked to Judge Warner and he has agreed to five years of probation, Devyn must be enrolled in a drug rehabilitation program and get back into school." "Where is he going to live?" Frank asked. "Um, he will be turned over to his parents," Jim said a little surprised by the question. "He isn't living in my house," Frank said bluntly. "Frank," Roberta said. "It is not happening. He is a screw up. He is dirty. He is perverted. I won't have him destroying our good name. He can just go to jail. It serves him right for choosing...choosing that lifestyle." "Sir," Jim began. "If Devyn does not have a home to go to, then he will be placed back into jail. He could end up in a juvenile facility for the next couple of years and then be transferred into the prison community when he turns 18 to finish serving out his sentence. I believe Devyn is basically a good kid. I think he just got messed up a little." "Mr. Roberts," the male cop said. "You do not want your son to be put into that situation. Right now you have a good chance at having him back, but letting him go to prison could destroy him." "He made his bed...Now he gets to sleep in it." Frank turned walking from the room. He paused just outside the door. Devyn thought for a minute that he was changing his mind. His eyes looked up filled with hope. "Come on Judy. We have no more business here." Judy looked from her husband to her son and then her mother. "Judy," Roberta said. "He is my husband mother," she said and she followed Frank from the room. "What if I take him," Roberta asked turning to the ADA. "I do not know how that will sit with the judge. You are, um, well advanced in your age." "Yes, I am an old lady and could drop dead any minute. He is my grandson and I love him and I want him to get the second chance he deserves." "I am not sure," the ADA said. "He is going to be a handful." "Jim," the lady cop began. "I have a back-up plan. I just need to make a phone call but there is someone else who might offer Devyn a place to live and get him away from the bad influences he has been around. "I doubt you can pull that off," Jim said. "But it will be up to the judge." Devyn watched as the lady cop left the room. The male officer walked back over to Devyn. "Come on kid," he said softly. "I'll take you back to the holding cell." Devyn could not believe the guy was being nice to him now. He wondered why his attitude had changed. "Can, Can I ask you something?" Devyn's voice was rough and trembling as he said the words. "Sure kid," he said. "Why?" Devyn's eyes met the gray eyes of the officer. "Why what?" the cop asked. "You are being nice," Devyn said "why now?" "You look like you could use a friend," he said and grinned at Devyn. "No, I don't. I just need...well, I need a lot of things. Right now I just need to die and get it over with." The officer stopped walking. He took Devyn's arm and pulled him into an empty room. He closed the door behind them. "Look kid," the man began. "I know things look bad right now. I know you are probably at as low a point as you have ever been. It will turn around though. Don't talk about killing yourself. Don't even think about it. Things are never that bad." "I thought you would be happy to be rid of one more faggot. I know my Dad would be happy with the results." "Your Dad just doesn't understand. He is...well...he is an asshole." "And you understand?" Devyn remembered this man slamming him up against the wall. He remembered the rough treatment. Now the guy was actually being a decent person and it was confusing Devyn's already confused mind. "No, I don't understand. I don't know why you are...well gay. I don't understand that part of you. It is...well...to me it is gross. Sorry kid, but it is. I cannot change that inside me. I am sorry I was rough with you though. My partner gave me a hard kick in the ass over that. She reminded me of...well...that you have the same rights as every other person including me. She also pointed out that being gay was not a crime and it was not a choice. It is just another difference and we should accept those differences even if we can't understand them." "It would still be easier to just die and get this over with," Devyn said looking down. "Kid, you let someone here you saying that and they will put you in the psych hospital. It is worse than prison kid. You do not want to go there." Devyn saw something in the man's eyes. He saw a sorrow that he had not seen before. "Have you been in there?" "I have been inside, but not a patient. Someone...someone I cared about was and it...well for him it was pure hell. He was never the same after he came out." "I am sorry," Devyn said. Devyn's words were filled with his sympathy and were clearly truthful. "Thanks kid," Dean said. "Now just knock off the death talk. Hanna is going to get it fixed for you. She...well when she puts her mind on something, nothing stands in her way." "She seems really cool," Devyn said. "She is. She is one of a kind." "You have a crush on her," Devyn said grinning for the first time in days. Dean was surprised at how the kid could go from looking like a half dead puppy to an attractive young man. His face changed when he smiled. He was a good looking kid. "No, I don't. Besides she is married." "That doesn't mean a thing...at least it doesn't mean you can't have a crush on her," Devyn said. "Kid we are not in high school here. Just drop it," Dean said looking at the door. "Sure dude," Devyn said. He felt a little better. "Now let's get you back into your cell," Dean said leading Devyn back to the door. "Don't worry it won't be too long." The cop had noticed the curtain of sadness fall back across Devyn's features. They stepped out of the room and Devyn was face to face with Tom. "Shit," he breathed. "What the fuck did you do? What the hell did you fucking do?" Tom was shouting and lunging for Devyn. It happened so fast that everyone was stunned. Tom's head slammed into Devyn's face. There was a crunch as if bones had broken and Devyn skull slammed back into the wall. He went down to the floor of the hallway. Blood began rushing from his nose. He saw stars and the edges of his vision were tinged with darkness. "You fucking sick little queer. You fucking mother fucker. You told them shit that isn't true. I tried to help you. You fucking ungrateful worthless peace of shit. You fucking deserve every fucking thing that happens to you. You are fucking scum. You are worth nothing. You aren't even a good fuck. You are a loser..." "Get him the fuck out of here," Devyn's cop shouted over Tom. "Get this fucking scum bag out of my sight and do it now!" The other officers had reached Tom. They grabbed him and were dragging him off. Tom was continuing to shout obscenities at Devyn. Tom's whole body was straining to get to Devyn and finish him. "You okay kid," Dean asked Devyn. Devyn's hands were still cuffed behind his back. He could not reach his nose to stop the blood that was still flowing from it. Dean pulled Devyn back into the empty room. He took the key from his belt and released Devyn's hands. "Stay there. Don't you fucking move," he ordered. Dean was gone for a little over a minute. He came back with paper towels and some ice. "Here let's see if this bleeding will stop. Tilt your head back." "My head is already tilted," Devyn said. "It has almost stopped." The front of Devyn's orange suit was now dark from the red blood that had flowed from his nose. "Damn kid," Dean said dabbing Devyn's face with a wet cloth. "I am sorry about that. I had no idea they were bringing him in today." "Not your fault." Devyn said. "So that is the guy that..." Dean's voice trailed off as he wasn't sure what to call the scum bag. "Yeah," Devyn said, "that is the guy. I thought he was so damn nice at first. I thought he cared...I fucking thought he loved me. I was so fucking stupid. I am fucking stupid." "No kid," Dean said squeezing Devyn's shoulder. "You made a mistake. You trusted the wrong guy. The man is a user. He is scum." "Yeah, and so am I." Devyn's voice lacked emotion. He sounded beaten. "Don't give up kid," Dean said trying to reassure the teenager. "Things are going to work out. Just wait here while I get you a new suit." Dean was gone again and back in only a couple minutes. "Here you go kid. Take that one off and wear this one." Devyn stood and began lowering the zipper in the front of the suit. "I, um, well, um don't have anything on under this." Devyn's fingers had stopped half way down his bare chest showing behind the half lowered zipper. "It is okay kid," Dean said. "No one else is here and I have already seen everything you got...or did you forget." "No, don't think I can ever forget that." Devyn turned and finished lowering the zipper. With his back to Dean he stepped out of the jumpsuit and pulled on the fresh one. Dean was once again struck by how young the kid looked. He was also struck by how thin the boy was. "You need to eat more," Dean said as Devyn turned back. "Were you checking me out?" Devyn grinned. "Most definitely not...but you are too skinny." Dean smiled to let Devyn know that he could take the teasing in the manner it was intended. Dean led Devyn back out to the bullpen and sat him on a bench. He cuffed Devyn's hands in front of his body. "Here," Dean said handing Devyn the ice. "Put that on your nose and maybe it will help." "Thanks, Sir," Devyn said. "My name is Dean," Dean said. "Thanks Mr. Dean," Devyn said. "You're welcome kid," Dean said. Devyn looked down at his cuffed hands. He found it hard to believe that it was not that long ago that he was the happiest he had ever been. He could not believe he was sitting in a police station in handcuffs. He could not believe a lot of the things that had happened to him. He hoped that this had all been a bad dream. He prayed he would wake up and this nightmare would be over. Devyn put his head back against the cool bricks of the wall. He closed his eyes. He remembered how happy things were not too long ago. Devyn jerked as someone rushed by him. He wondered just how long he had been asleep. He wondered where his grandmother and parents were. He knew his Dad and Mom were done with him, but his grandma was willing to try and help him. He hoped that she had not given up on him as well. He hated himself for being gay and for ending up in jail for his bad choices. Devyn stretched his arms over his head trying to work the kinks out of his cramp muscles. He had been sitting for far too long. He wondered just what time it was. It felt very late to Devyn. He felt very tired. Devyn glanced around the room. Not much had changed. The cops were going about their business. The lady cop that had arrested him was there and she was looking at him. When she saw Devyn looking she smiled. Then she looked toward the other end of the room. She raised her hand and made a couple of gestures. Devyn looked in the direction she was looking. Devyn saw a man who seemed a bit out of place and a bit uncomfortable. He made some sort of answering gesture to the lady cop. The new man's eyes traveled from the cop over to Devyn. The guy then started walking toward Devyn. Devyn watched interested in the out of place man. He noticed the man was dressed casually in tight fitting blue jeans and a western style shirt. The shirt was tight across the man's chest and was tucked into the waist band of the man's jeans. The man had on a pair of boots and a ball cap, but the logo was not of any team Devyn recognized. The man was now almost directly in front of Devyn. "Mind if I take a load off?" His voice was deep and masculine and Devyn felt a shiver run up his spine. "Oh, um sure, go ahead," Devyn stammered. The man sat on the bench next to Devyn. Devyn caught a whiff of grass or something mixed with sweat. It was not unpleasant. "My name is Joe." The man held out a hand to Devyn. "Um, hi," Devyn said and awkwardly reached for the offered hand. He was still cuffed and was forced to bring his left hand with his right. Joe's grasp was both firm and gentle. He squeezed tight enough to give Devyn a firm hand shake, but not so tight that it hurt. "Do you have a name?" Devyn thought that Joe's voice had a calming effect. His light brown hair that was curling out around the rim of the hat and soft blue eyes also seemed to be making Devyn feel more relax. "I'm Devyn," Devyn said his face blushing. "Nice to meet you," Joe said and his lips quirked up into a half smile. Devyn wanted to melt. This guy was hot, sexy and seemed very nice. Of course Devyn reminded himself that he had thought that about Tom as well. Devyn wanted to say more. He wanted to make the man talk so he could hear that deep baritone. "What brings you in here?" "Oh, I just have a little business to take care of." Joe smiled again. "What about you?" "Um, well, um arrested," Devyn said holding up his hands. He wondered if maybe Joe was not the smartest bulb in the world. "Yeah, I saw the handcuffs...they were a good indication that you had been arrested. Mind if I ask why you were arrested?" "I, um, well, I um..." Devyn could feel his ears burning and knew his face had to be a dark read. "I got caught with some drugs." There that was true and it was not as bad as admitting that he was a male whore. "Sorry to hear that dude," Joe said. "Drugs are never good to be involved with...they will screw you up every time." "Yeah, I guess so," Devyn said. "Were you using them, holding them or selling them?" Joes asked. "Um, well, I um guess selling them," Devyn answered. "You guess?" Joe asked. "A friend set the deal up," Devyn explained. "I was just delivering them and collecting the money." "Oh, I see," Joe said. "I screwed up," Devyn said and hesitated before he continued. "I thought a friend was something he wasn't. He used me...well and here I am." "Sometimes we have to learn some hard lessons," Joe said. "It will get easier as you get older." "I don't know if it will or not," Devyn said looking down at his cuffed hands. "My folks have turned their backs on me. My life is so screwed up. I am useless...I'm worthless." Joe placed his hand on Devyn's hand that was resting in Devyn's lap. He squeezed the young man's hand and looked into Devyn's eyes. "I don't believe that is true. Maybe you just need a second chance. Maybe you need to start out with a clean slate and just start over." "Is that possible?" Devyn asked. "Sure it is," Joe said confidently. Joe could hear the small hint of hope in the question. "I don't think I will get that chance," Devyn said. "I screwed up royally. No one wants me. No one cares." "Don't be so down kid. It will get better." Joe leaned in close to Devyn's ear. Devyn could feel the warm breath of the man on his neck. 'Don't worry things have a way of working out." When Dean walked passed them, Devyn stopped him to ask about Todd. "He is in the custody of DCFS," Dean answered. "The Department of Children and Family Services," Dean explained. "They will find him a good home Devyn." "Do you think I could see him sometime? I, kind of miss him. He was like a little brother even though he is older. I just want to be sure he is okay." "I'll see what I can do," Dean said. Devyn continued to chat with Joe. They talked about unimportant things. Joe was great at keeping Devyn's mind off of his trouble. He just wished everyone would be more like Joe. "I am sorry I have been talking your ear off," Devyn said. "I am sure you have stuff to get done. I mean you came in for a reason didn't you?" "I just came to help out a friend and to see my sister," Joe answered. "Your sister works here?" Devyn asked. "Yeah, that is her over there," Joe said pointing. "Oh shit," Devyn said. "She is the one that arrested me...well her and her partner." "You got lucky then kid," Joe said grinning. Devyn saw her make some sort of gesture in his direction. He had no idea what it meant. He looked at Joe. "I need to go," Joe said. "We will talk more later." "Um, sure," Devyn said. Devyn knew this was probably the last time he would ever see this guy again. At least talking to him had passed the time. "thanks for listening man." "No problem," Joe said. Devyn watched Joe walk. His stride was confident. His tight jeans clung to his firm muscular legs. His back was broad and well muscled. His arms filled the sleeves of the shirt. Devyn wondered if the man was a weight lifter. "It is time kid," Dean said. "This is where it all ends," Devyn sighed. "It could all just be beginning," Dean said. Dean led Devyn out of the station and across the street to the court house. They went up several flights of stairs. They then stood before a well polished door. "Yu are shaking like a leaf," Dean noticed. "Are you going to be okay?" "I, um, I um think I am just nervous." Devyn's hands and shoulders were shaking as he waited to enter the door. The door opened and Devyn stepped through. He had been expecting a court room, but he found himself in a small conference room. The ADA was there with his grandmother. His parents were nowhere to be seen. The lady cop was also there and coming through a second door to the south side of the room was a man that Devyn assumed to be the judge as he was wearing black robes. "Is everyone here," the judge asked. "Just about," the ADA said. "We are waiting on Mr. Ericson." "Is this the young man that has brought us here?" the judge asked indicating Devyn. "Yes, this is Devyn Roberts," the ADA said. "Devyn this is Judge Warner." "Hi Sir," Devyn squeaked out. "You got into some trouble didn't you son," the judge said kindly. "Yes Sir," Devyn said truthfully. "I have decided to forego the traditional proceedings for this more informal hearing," Judge Warner said. "Due to the nature of your offenses, I thought this would be more appropriate." The Judge paused then studying Devyn and looking him directly in the eye. "Do you think you deserve a second chance?" "Um, well," Devyn said hesitantly, "I have always thought that everyone is entitled to make mistakes and that they should be given a chance to fix them. I am not sure if I know how to fix this." "Well, time will tell," Judge Warner said. Judge Warner said. The door opened behind Devyn and Devyn felt someone else move into the room. He started to turn but the judge began speaking and Devyn thought it would not be a good idea to look around while the man was talking. "Now that we are all here," the Judge began, "we can get started. Devyn felt like they were talking about someone besides him as they read the charges against him. He flinched inside at the male prostitution and could feel his face burn. He was just happy that they did not know about all of the perverted acts that he had done over the past few months. "It is my understanding that the boy's parents have abandoned him?" Judge Warner asked turning his attention to the ADA. "Yes Sir," The ADA stated. "That is a shame," the judge stated. "Mrs. Grub," the judge said turning to a stern looking middle aged woman who stepped up beside Devyn. "Yes your honor," she said in a soft voice that Devyn found musical. "I am assuming DCFS is taking custody of the minor?" "Yes," she said. "We have an order signed by you turning Devyn Allen Roberts over to our custody. We have a Foster parent that has agreed to take Devyn in on this very short notice." "Mr. Ericson," the Judge said looking again over Devyn's head. "Yes your Honor," Joe said stepping up on Devyn's other side opposite from the social worker. "You are approved by the State to be a foster Parent?" "Yes Sir," Joe answered in his deep baritone. "You have no other children in your home?" Judge Warner inquired. "No, just me and the animals...of course they stay in the barn." "Have you had a chance to talk with Devyn?" he asked. "Yes, we spoke briefly earlier this afternoon. He is a good kid at heart," Joe answered confidently. "You got that from your brief talk this afternoon?" judge Warner asked. "I am normally good at reading people," Joe said. Devyn made some mistakes and...well with some help I think he can work through those mistakes. He just needs love and understanding. I happen to have both." "He may also need a stiff kick in the ass," Judge Warner said his green eyes sparkling. "I have a good pair of ass kickers," Joe said smiling. "What does DCFS find," he asked turning to the social worker. "Mr. Erikson has been approved for a while to be a foster parent," she answered. "We believe his home to be an ideal placement for Devyn. We will of course do an in home visit very soon and have follow up services promptly every month. We believe this arrangement would be better than the group home alternative." "How does the boy's grandmother feel," Judge Warner said turning to Roberta. "I would prefer to have Devyn live with me, but that would require him to leave the state...which I understand is not an option. I would move here, but Mrs. Grub thinks my advanced years do not make me a suitable guardian." "It is of concern for both you and the boy," Judge Warner said. "I have met with Joe and I have a good instinct about him," Roberta said. "I think he might be a good role model for Devyn...after all his father has turned out to be not such a good role model." The talking went on and Devyn's mind spun. He could not quite believe that he was not going to go to jail. This was going to be the second time he was going to go live with a virtual stranger. He wondered if Joe was going to be like Tom. Would he expect sex from Devyn? Would he treat Devyn like a common whore? Was he going to end up in Joe's bed? The man was much more attractive than Tom or any of the other men Devyn had been submitting. Devyn knew he would do what he had to do. If it meant being Joe's slut, well at least Joe was one damn good looking man. The judge entered an order granting Joe guardianship. He also entered an order of child support against both Devyn's parents. The payments were to be made to the state to reimburse DCFS for their expenses. Devyn Roberts was now a ward of the foster-Care system. Devyn was left in the room with Joe, Roberta and the lady cop. "I thank God that that worked out," Roberta said. "We did get lucky with Judge Warner," Hanna said. "He is normally a very fair judge and today he was really more than fair." Then turning to her brother Hannah said, "thank you big brother." "For what?" he asked smiling. "For coming so quickly," she said. "I know you have lots of work to do." "The work isn't going anywhere," Joe said. "I got Lee to feed the livestock and I will get the work done when I get it done. Maybe Devyn will give me a hand once he gets settled into the place." "Um, sure," Devyn said. He wondered if he had gone from boy toy to free labor...maybe he was now both. "I don't know how to thank the two of you," Roberta said looking from Joe to Hannah. "I was so worried that this would not work out. When they turned their back on Devyn...well I was sure we were in for the worst. I'm so glad you had a plan." "Hannah always has a plan," Joe said. "When Devyn told me the reaction he received from his folks, I knew that it might not work out sending him home with them. That is why I called Joe and got him to drive in from the farm." "It all worked out," Joe said. "I believe he is a good boy," Roberta said. "Maybe you can bring that boy back." "The kid is probably gone," Joe said seriously. "I think we will replace the boy with a man you can respect and who respects himself." "That would be just fine," she said. They talked longer and then Roberta left. She had to take a cab to the airport to catch her flight back to Florida. She was flying straight back to her condo and refused to even go and get her stuff from Devyn's parent's house. "This is your second chance," Roberta said as she pulled her grandson into a tight hug. "These don't come along very often. Grab it with both hands and don't let go." "I'll do my best," Devyn said. "I know you will," Roberta said. "I am sorry your parents are such a disappointment." "I was the disappointment," Devyn began but was cut off by his grandmother. "You were not!" Roberta grabbed Devyn's face between her hands and held it tight. She forced the teenager to look directly into her eyes. "You are not a disappointment for being gay. You made a mistake. You were forced into that mistake by circumstances that were beyond your control. Your parents are the disappointment. They should have done better. They should...Well I won't say what I am thinking. Just know that despite their tragic behavior you are a good boy. You can be an even better man." Tears began to leak from Devyn's eyes. He was trying his best to hold them back. He did not want to start bawling like a baby. If only he had called his grandmother in the beginning. He had never considered that she would be more accepting and loving than his parents. "Thank you," Devyn choked out. Roberta wiped Devyn's tears away with her thumbs. "I love you with all my heart." "I love you to Grandma." "If you need anything," she said you call me." "Alright," Devyn said his voice thick as he held back his emotions. "Take care of him," she said looking directly at Joe. "Yes Ma'am," Joe said. Joe watched Roberta turn and start down the hall to get the cab that was waiting for her. He noticed that her eyes were also brimming with tears. Joe decided that Roberta was one spunky lady and that he liked her for standing up for her Grandson. "We had better get going to sis," Joe said. "Give Travis a hug and a kiss from me. You can give Ben one too just to freak him out a bit." "Oh that doesn't freak him out. He knows how you are just a big tease." She stepped into Joes embrace and she was lifted effortlessly off her feet as the two hugged and kissed each other's cheeks. "You take care," she said squeezing Devyn's arm. "I hope we will get to know each other better real soon." "Um, thanks for everything," Devyn said. He was still a little shocked. Devyn followed Joe from the court house to a dusty Chevy pick-up. They had stopped to pick up Devyn's personal effects and Devyn had changed into his clothes. He was happy to be out of the orange jump suit. "Are you hungry?" Joe asked as he drove through the city traffic. "Um, yeah, I guess so." Devyn answered. He had not realized until Joe mentioned it that he was starving. He was not sure when it was that he last ate. "There is a great place just outside the city if you can wait," Joe said. "I always try and stop there when I am in the city." "Sure," Devyn said looking out the window. They drove in silence until they reached the restaurant. There was no name on the place that Devyn could find. It looked like a very greasy spoon. "The food here is good?" Devyn asked skeptically. "Yeah, it is," Joe said. "Come on. I bet you are starving." Devyn's stomach chose that moment to rumble loudly. Joe chuckled. He led the way into the restaurant and took a seat at a nearby table. "Order anything you want," Joe said. "The burgers are great." "Um, okay," Devyn said. He glanced through the menu and decided to just follow Joe's advice. "Joey honey," a voluptuous red head said approaching the table. "It is about time you bring your cute derriere back in here." "Hey Floe," Joe said in greeting. "You are looking as hot as ever." "You know it baby doll. What can I get you?" They both ordered burgers and fries. "Is that going to be enough for you baby boy? You look like you need to eat more. You need some meat on the bones of yours." "Um..." Devyn was not sure exactly how to respond. "You are just too skinny hon," floe said reaching out and rubbing Devyn's shoulders. "All bones. Girls like a guy who has some meat on him. It makes more fun when we snuggle up against you." Devyn's face flushed red. "Floe don't tease the boy," Joe said chuckling. "He is just a kid and not ready for you just yet." "Hell, I have taught a lot of boys what it is all about," she said. "I am sure that is true," Joe said. "I bet you have even taught some men but today though, just the food." "Sure thing sweet man," floe said moving off to put in their order. "She is...well...weird," Devyn said. "She is one of a kind," Joe said. "She was right though, you are too skinny." "You think so?" Devyn asked. "A little more weight would not hurt you at all," Joe said. "How much do you know?" Devyn asked. "What do you mean?" Joe said looking seriously into Devyn's eyes. "I mean about me...how much do you know about my, my history." "I know why you were arrested," Joe said. His voice was soft and tender. He did not want anyone to overhear and he wanted to make Devyn feel at ease. "Is there something I should know?" "Well," Devyn said looking down at the table top, "I just didn't know if they told you about me. I was just wondering how you felt...I am not sure why you are doing what you are doing." "Isn't it enough that I want to help you?" Joe asked. "You have to have a reason...I mean what is in it for you?" Devyn asked "Straight forward aren't you," Joe said the corners of his mouth turned up into a smile at the kids bluntness. "Just knowing that I did what I could to help out a young man that needed it...that is all there is in it for me." "Yeah, sure," it was obvious from Devyn's tone that he was not believing Joe's explanation. They ate mostly in silence. Each of them lost in their own thoughts. Floe kept coming over to check on them. Devyn was surprised at how friendly the red head was. At one point she practically pushed her breasts into Joe's face. Devyn wondered if maybe the two of them were sex partners. "How far is it to your place?" Devyn asked once they were back on the road. "It is quite a ways," Joe answered. "I have a room rented at a motel in the next town. I Spent the night there. My sister wanted me nearby incase things went south." "Oh," Devyn said. "I thought we would spend the night there," Joe said. "We can get an early start in the morning." "Yeah, sure," Devyn said. They pulled into the parking lot of the motel. The neon sign flashing near the street named it the sleep over inn. Devyn followed Joe into the room. The room was clean but small. It contained two beds. "why don't you go take a shower," Joe said. "I bet you would feel better." "Yeah, that is a good idea," Devyn said. "I am just going to run out and pick up a couple things," Joe said. "Here is some soap and shampoo." Joe passed Devyn a small leather bag. "there is also a razor and shaving gel in there if you need it." "Um, thanks," Devyn said. "I'll be back in a few minutes." Devyn watched Joe leave and then he headed into the small bathroom. There was a sink, toilet and shower stall. Again it was all clean, but very small. Devyn stripped off his clothes and stepped into the shower. He let the hot water wash over his naked body. It felt good. He could not remember the last time he had showered. He soaped up his body and shampooed his greasy hair. It felt so good letting the grime wash down the drain. His body was tense and the hot water was causing his muscles to relax. He washed his hair three times and his entire body twice. He stood under the warm spray for long minutes letting the water pound against his sore muscles. He wanted to stay in the shower forever, but knew he couldn't. he shut off the water and stepped out. He dried himself quickly and then looked at the dirty clothes. He did not want to put them back on. He wrapped the towel around his waist and stepped out into the outer room. Joe was there sitting on the bed with the TV on watching the news. "Do you feel better?" He turned and gasped when he saw Devyn. Devyn's body was bruised and the red marks stood out against the boy's skin. He quickly hid his surprise. "Those look painful." "Yeah, they sting a bit," Devyn said. "I got roughed up a bit in holding." "I, um got you some stuff," Joe said indicating a bag on the bed. "I think I'll take my turn in the shower now." Devyn watched Joe grab some clean clothes from the duffle bag he had carried into the room and watched the man's firm ass go into the bathroom. Joe closed the door behind him and Devyn sat down on the bed. He felt tired. He felt partially sick. He wondered if he was coming down with the flu or something. He noticed his hand tremble as he reached for the plastic Wal-Mart bag. He took a breath and struggled to control his shaking hand. He pulled a package of briefs from the bag. He also found a package of socks and sweat pants, tee shirt and a pair of jeans. Devyn tore open the briefs and pulled out a pair. They were not sexy or anything like other men liked to see him wear. They were just plain white Hanes. Devyn dropped his towel and pulled on the briefs. They were a little loose, but not a bad fit for guess work on Joe's part. Devyn did not know what to do next. He reached in the bag again and found a tooth brush. He did need to brush his teeth. There was also a tube of toothpaste. He was about to go into the bathroom and brush his teeth when Joe came out. He saw Joe glance at his almost nude form and then look away. Devyn wondered if the man was shy, embarrassed or what. "I found the tooth brush and thought I would brush my teeth. Thanks for, um, the stuff." "We will get you more later. I just wanted to get you the stuff you would need for tonight. I, um, think you are probably old enough to pick out your own clothes." "Yeah, true." Devyn went into the bathroom and took a deep breath. He knew what he had to do. He squeezed tooth paste onto the brush and vigorously brushed his teeth. He left the brush and paste on the sink knowing he would need it in the morning. Then he stepped back into the bedroom. The room was dark except for the neon light coming through the window from the sign outside. He could see Joe stretched out on one of the beds. His chest was bare and the sheet was covering his lower body. Devyn moved between the two beds and slid down his briefs. He climbed onto the bed with Joe and his mouth quickly found Joe's left nipple. Joe jumped shaking the whole bed. "What are you doing?" he asked his voice loud in the quiet room. "Just relax," Devyn said. "I know what I am doing." "No, I mean stop," Joe said a little more forcefully than he needed. "What's wrong?" Devyn asked. "Most guys like me teasing their nipples." Joe pushed Devyn off him and sat up. He looked into the weary eyes of the teenager. "I was not expecting this," Joe said. "Sure you were," Devyn said. "Maybe you wanted to wait until we got to your place, but I don't mind taking care of you now." "No," Joe said and then cursed. "No, I don't want that here or there." "What?" Devyn was confused. ""I thought this is what you wanted." Devyn placed his hand on Joe's basket and began a very light massage. With his other hand he caressed the solid muscle of Joe's arm and chest. "No!" Joe was shocked and a little sick by what Devyn was thinking of him. "I...look...I know you have been through a lot." "Don't worry," Devyn said and grinned. "I am okay to take care of you." "You don't need to do that," Joe said. "I mean I...fuck!" "Devyn's hand was still rubbing Joe's basket. He could feel the male organ starting to fill with male excitement. He leaned in and kissed Joe's chest. His warm lips were caressing the left pectoral muscle. Joe slid from the bed and stood on the other side. He was placing the bed between his body and Devyn. "I am not handling this very well," Joe began. "I think you have the wrong idea Devyn. I, I am not wanting to have sex with you. I do not expect you to give me any sexual favors for anything...Ever!" "You don't like me?" Devyn looked a bit afraid in the dim light of the room. "If I did not like you, you would not be here." Joe stood next to the bed. His arms were across his bare chest. His tight briefs filled out in front with his partially erect manhood. His big biceps were popping out as he looked down at Devyn. "I truly just want to help you. I want to be your friend. I want you to have the chance that you almost missed out on because of your Dad." "Then you want to be my new Dad?" Devyn was starting to realize that he had made a wrong assumption about Joe. "More like a big brother...I am not old enough to have a kid your age," Joe said. He moved back to the bed and sat down. "I am sorry we did not talk before. I should have known that with your history you might get the wrong idea." "I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions," Devyn said. "So you aren't old enough to be my dad?" Devyn said. He felt his body tingling at being so close to this man. He was even more attracted to Joe than before. The man was like a magnet pulling Devyn's attention to him. "Well, I am old enough in years, but I don't think I am in here," Joe tapped his chest and then his temple. "I like the idea of having a little brother. I already had a sister, and always wanted a little brother." "Um," Devyn began and felt his face blushing. He hoped Joe could not see him in the dim room. "So you don't expect me to suck you or anything?" "No," Joe said. "I just want you to be a kid again. I never want you to think I am expecting anything sexually from you. I will expect other things, but not that. Devyn, you do not have to prostitute yourself anymore. You just have to do your best and try your hardest to straighten things out in your life. Devyn did not know men like Joe existed. He could feel his eyes burning with tears and his face growing red with embarrassment. He had humiliated himself. "I, I, am, sorry," he choked out. "Don't be," Joe said. "It was just a miss understanding. I should have thought far enough ahead. That man did a number on you and it will take time for you to realize not every man is after your...well...your boyish good looks and sexual talents." "I, um, guess not...at least you aren't." "No, I am not," Joe said. "Now how about getting some sleep and we will talk more tomorrow. We still have a few hours of driving to get home and it will give us plenty of time to talk about all of this stuff." "Okay," Devyn said. He stood and grabbed his briefs from the floor. He pulled them on and slid into his own bed. He thought he felt Joe's eyes on him as he bent over and stepped into his briefs. "Good night," Joe said sliding back into his bed. He could feel his semi-erect cock pressing against the cotton fabric of his briefs. "Um, good night," Devyn responded. Copyright by Keith Yates (farmerboykeith) 2009 All rights reserved. Copyright 2020 by Keith Yates (keith.96@att.net) all rights reserved.