Date: Wed, 18 Sep 2019 16:04:43 -0500 From: gwen uni Subject: Drew's Wall by Cutter09 gay adult/youth Please remember to donate to Nifty. The thousands of stories availble for your reading pleasure is provided by Nifty, so give a little and get a lot. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html You can find more of my stories listed on the prolific authors page under Cutter09 Drew's Wall It was one of those neighborhoods that most people drive by and try not to think about. Low income, high crime. Bordered on one side by a busy major street whose businesses were mostly pawn shops, cheap bars, and even cheaper motels. The residents of the area were typically hard working single parents, or grandmothers raising their daughter's illegitimate children, in the unending cycle created by the welfare system. I was one of the few exceptions. A student, working my way through school and out of the cycle. Living in my dead grandmother's house, and working to pay bills, allowed me to finish my education, albeit at a slower pace. I worked as a waiter at a up scale restaurant in a better part of town, riding my ancient motorcycle to and from job and school. No social life to speak of, and even less love life, my hand being my only intimate partner my entire life. He was sitting on a low dividing wall between a cheap bar, and an even cheaper motel when I spotted him. I was putting gas in my ride at the convenience store on the other side of the cheap bar. He was happily dipping into a bag of potato chips, and bouncing his feet against the wall below him. I made a mental note of the attractive kid, as I replaced the gas cap and headed to work. Working in a restaurant has advantages. Leftovers and miss cooked food, I get to take home, which also helps cut my expenses. That night it was a steak that was slightly overcooked for the customers delicate palate, and some cream of brie `soup of the day'. As I came to a stop at the light near the no tell motel, the neon yellow shirt, glowing under the dim lights of the bar, caught my eye. It was the same kid I had seen earlier, still sitting on that wall. It had been no less than five hours since I'd seen him there. He couldn't have possibly been there the entire time. Could he? Checking for oncoming traffic first, I steered my bike into the bar parking lot. He heard, then saw me pull into the lot, and was surprised when I stopped beside him. "What's up kid?" I asked the panic stricken boy. "I didn't do anything," he answered defensively. "Didn't say you did. I saw you earlier, and was just wondering why you're still here." He eyed me suspiciously. "Hey, Kid. I'm just trying to help. I don't like the idea of a kid dying on the street. So why are you hanging here?" "Waiting for my mom." "Is she in the bar? Want me to go get her for you?" "She was there. But now she's at the motel." I was beginning to get the picture. Having grown up in similar circumstances, I felt sorry for the boy. "Does she usually stay this long?" "Sometimes, but usually not more than a couple of hours. They had a couple of bottles with them, so they probably passed out by now," he said rather nonchalantly. "Have you had anything to eat?" I asked, knowing the answer. "They gave me some chips before going to the room." "The way I see it, you can sit here all night, or you can hop on behind me and have some food at my place." He hesitated only a minute before getting on the bike. I guess he never heard of "Stranger Danger". I pulled up in the driveway and reached over to unlock the padlock, and swung open the gate of the chainlink fence. He jumped off when I came to a stop beside the old wood frame house. I grabbed the bag of leftovers from the storage compartment on the back of the bike, and opened the dead bolt on the front door. "Make yourself at home, I'll get your food heated." I watched him begin devouring the leftover food. "This is wonderful. Did you cook it?" "No, I work at a nice restaurant," I answered as I sized him up. Good looking boy around eleven. Long sun bleached hair, probably from sitting on that wall day after day. Thin, but not quite emaciated. Chiseled, yet somehow soft features. He had a rather pronounced nose. Not ugly by any means, just sort of large for his small face. Someone once mentioned I had a large nose, and that indicated a large penis too. I couldn't help glancing at his package. "What's your name?" he asked before washing down a bite of steak with a sip of his Coke. I'm sure he caught me looking at his crotch. "Edward. What's yours?" I asked trying to look innocent. "Drew. Thanks for being so nice to me, Eddie." I usually insist on being called Edward, somehow it didn't bother me to hear him shorten my name. Does she leave you there often?" "Couple of times a week, I guess. Mom says I'm too young to stay by myself. It's not so bad, really. Better than staying at home." "Why's that?" I asked. "We live in a duplex. The guys on the other side are bad dudes. Mom says they do drugs and stuff. It gets pretty rowdy sometimes." "So she takes you with her to bars and motels, and that's supposed to be better?" Drew hung his head in embarrassment. He knew what his mother was doing and he felt ashamed. What surprised me about this kid was his innocence. He hadn't become jaded and callous, didn't have the tough outer skin that most poor kids acquire. He seemed naive to the ways of the world, unlike the other kids in this neighborhood. "When do you think your mom will start looking for you?" "It's pretty late so she won't be around until checkout time, three o'clock tomorrow." "So you'd just stay on that wall all night?" "There's an abandoned car behind the bar. I'll lay down in it till morning." "Can't you go to the room your mom is in?" "The last time I did that, the guy she was with came to the door naked. Offered to let me sleep with them if I'd get naked too. I didn't want to so I slept in the old car." "Well, tonight you're sleeping here." If his mother found him missing, then good. Maybe it would scare some sense into her. Somehow I doubted it though. "My room is on the left. There are two other bedrooms on the right. You can have either one. Bathroom's at the end of the hall." "Can I just sleep on the sofa? I don't want to be any bother." He had finished eating, so I took his plate to the kitchen, then went to get him a pillow and blanket. When I returned, he was standing next to the sofa in just his white briefs. He watched me set up his makeshift bed, then just stood looking at me. I have to admit, I was looking at him as well. Then he crooked his finger at me. I thought he wanted to whisper something in my ear, so I bent down to him. He hugged me and kissed my cheek. "Thanks Eddie," he said before sliding under the blanket. Shit ! Why did he have to do that? I had been feeling sympathetic to his situation, now I felt obligated to protect him. One kiss on my cheek, and I was hooked. Morning came after a night of a double beat off session.Seeing him clad only in his underwear last night, was nothing compared to his sleepy body strolling into the kitchen, morning wood tenting out those tight briefs. Drew leaned his sleepy body against me. "Morning Eddie," he said, rubbing his eyes. At nineteen, I already knew I liked boys. But my age of attraction was a couple of years older than him. The spike in his underwear appeared to be large for his age though, so I could make an exception. "Go shower while I get you some breakfast." I set a plate of scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast on the table just as he returned. He must have been still damp when he pulled on his underwear, because I could see the flesh tones of his now limp appendage through the almost transparent material. I was going to need another double session before going to work. Drew had finished eating, but stayed at the table with me as I had more coffee. "How old are you Eddie?" "Nineteen." "But you live here by yourself?" "My grandmother left me this house when she passed." "What about your parents?" "Don't know, don't care." It was an honest answer. Mom bugged out years ago leaving me with Grandma. Never knew who my father was. Drew stood and came over to me. He wrapped his arms around me, in a consoling hug. It was as if we understood each other on a different level. Our special moment turned into something else when I discovered I could feel his boy parts pressed against my arm. "Um... Will you take the dishes to the sink?" I hurried to my room and locked the door. I had my cock in hand and cum on fingers within a couple of minutes. I was cleaning myself up, when Drew knocked at my door. "Eddie? Are you coming out?" I tucked my cock away and opened the door. "Sure, Drew. I just had to take care of something." He took my hand and pulled me to the sofa. Sitting down, he laid his head on my shoulder and held my hand in his two smaller ones, drawing it between his knees. "I always wanted a best friend. We are friends, right Eddie?" "Uh... Sure... Friends." He seemed content to remain sitting there. I was having trouble not thinking about how close his basket was to my arm. "Do you want to get dressed?" "No, I'm fine. I mean, is it ok if I stay like this? I don't get to at home." Shit! Fucking kid was trying to drive me nuts. It's only ten o'clock and I was planning to let him stay until I had to leave for my two o'clock class. Could I survive over three hours of his near nudity. "How about some tv?" I asked nervously. "Will you watch with me?" he replied, tightening his grip on my hand. "Sure." This pleased him to no end. He leaned against me even more, pulling my arm even closer to his boy bits. By eleven o'clock, I had to peel myself away from him so I could do another stroke off. I was just getting into it, when he knocked on the door again. "Eddie?" he said as he turned the doorknob. "I'll be right out." "Are you ok? You sound like you can't breathe." "I'm fine. Just working on something." "Can I help?" I bet you could, I thought. "No. Go watch tv. I'll be there in a minute," I answered instead. A little after one, I told Drew he needed to get dressed. I explained I had a class at two and would be going straight to work after that. He didn't like it but he understood why we didn't have until three o'clock check out time. I dropped him off at his wall. He reluctantly climbed off the bike. Then he grabbed me in his arms, "We are friends, aren't we Eddie?" "Of course we are. Good friends." I was both relieved and disappointed not to find Drew on his wall after work. I circled through the parking lot to check out the abandoned car in back. He wasn't there either. In fact, I didn't see Drew until two days later. Saturday night. I pulled up beside him, he jumped on without a word. Tonight's menu was trout Veronique with champagne grapes, white asparagus, and fingerling potatoes, with chocolate mousse for dessert. It paired well with the Coke I poured for him. "I knew you'd come for me, Eddie," he said between mouthfuls. "Oh did you now," I retorted. "Of course. You're my best friend." I ruffled his hair, and he gave me a brilliant smile. I retrieved his bedding and again he was in his briefs upon my return. He had a very obvious erection. "Do you need to use the bathroom?" I asked, giving it a glance. Drew looked down at it. "No, I'm just happy to see you." I hadn't expected that answer. "Well, I'm happy to see you too." Drew's eyes darted to my crotch, where I had already begun to chub up from seeing him in his underwear and hard. He smiled at me and slid into his bed. "I'm not very sleepy. Will you sit and talk to me awhile?" He scooted over enough to make room for me to sit on the edge of the sofa. I told him I didn't have work or class on Sunday, so we had more time together. He was happy about that. As we chatted I could see his hand moving around over his crotch. Not really masturbating, but definitely rubbing. He must have seen where I was looking, because his movements became exaggerated, almost comic, even thrusting his hips up slightly. Making sure to give me a good show. My cock had reached it's full eight and a half inches because of his display, and he noticed that too. He suddenly raised up and threw his arms around me. We held each other for a long couple of minutes before separating. "What was that for?" I asked. He shrugged his shoulders. "I just wanted to, `cause I like you." "I like you too." "I know," he said smiling. It was another double stroke session for me before I could go to sleep. As I made coffee in the morning, sleepy Drew and his morning wood came in. His arm went around my waist as he leaned against me. "Morning Eddie." "Good morning. Would you like some cereal?" He nodded and sat at the table. As I served him, I could see his morning wood hadn't abated any. I don't know if he did it on purpose, but he slouched down in his chair a bit, making his display more obvious. "Are you going to get dressed?" I asked hopefully. "Do I have to?" "Er... No. But... Um... " "It's ok, I like being like this." Again he did a little pelvic thrust. At his age, the appeal of doing something `naughty' can be overpowering. I assumed that was the reason for his continued near nudity. He helped me with my weekly chores and then asked to shower before returning to his wall. When he came out of the bathroom, his underwear were damp and he clearly had an erection. That's the way it went the rest of the summer. I'd find him on his wall at least twice a week. If it was early, I'd feed him and take him back. But check later to be sure he wasn't still there. If it was late, he'd stay the night on my sofa. His affection for me grew and he never ceased to display it, constantly hugging and kisses to the cheek, holding my hand while watching tv etc. My affection for him grew as well, and I was beating off more than I ever have in my life. The inevitable happen towards the end of summer. I had picked him up around noon and was dropping him off on my way to class. When I pulled into the parking lot, I see a pissed off looking woman. I knew instantly who it was. "What the hell, Drew? Where have you been, and who is this?" She slurred as she roughly grabbed his arm. "This is my friend Eddie," he all but cried. "Friend? I just bet he's your friend." She glared at me. "What is your interest in my son?" "My only interest is making up for your lack of interest," I spit back at her. "What's that supposed to mean?" "Figure it out lady," I yelled as I rode off. The following Saturday night, it was pouring rain. Riding home, I prayed that Drew was not on his wall. I even circled the abandoned car to be sure he wasn't there. By the time I made it home I was soaked to the gills. My grandma would call this rain a "gully washer". I stripped as soon as I walked in, dried and put on my robe. I had soup and Caesar salad I was just about to eat, when there was a pounding on my door. I opened the door to find an extremely wet Drew. He lives on Fernwood, though I'm not sure where on Fernwood, and Fernwood is eight blocks away. He collapsed into my arms, sobbing. "What happened, Drew?" He shook his head and kept sobbing into my shoulder. I carried him into the bathroom and started to pull off his wet clothes. Even his underwear was soaked and transparent, so I took them off as well. He didn't even flinch as I slid them down his legs. I grabbed a couple of towels, wrapped one around his waist, then used the other to dry his torso,face, and hair. He had been crying so hard, he was at that point where he was shaking, sniveling and couldn't catch his breath. I took him into my arms and held him until he calmed down. I carried him to the table, along the way, I noticed I was erect under my robe, and he would have to be unconscious not to notice it as well. I tried to hide it as I went to get him a glass of milk to go with his food. He ate in silence, keeping his head down and seemingly deep in thought. Every once in a while he would look up at me. I could see the sadness in his eyes, it tore my heart out. He always had life and happiness in his eyes, until now. He finished his food and took my hand, leading me to the sofa. His towel slipped off on the way, but he didn't bother to pick it up. He sat next to me with his head on my shoulder and holding my hand between his knees as usual. But this time he was fully naked, and my cock was quite aware of it. After a couple of quiet minutes, he finally spoke. "Today's my birthday." "Oh, Drew. Happy birthday. I wish I had known, I would've gotten you a gift." He raised up and kissed my cheek, his dick brushed against my robe covered arm. "You do enough for me already, but thanks." Another quiet minute later, "Mom picked up two guys at the bar today." "I looked for you every time I passed today, and didn't see you," I said, feeling a little guilty. "That's ok, she didn't take them to the motel. They followed us back to our place. They were drinking and carrying on, then they went into Mom's bedroom. A couple of hours later one came out naked, and sat down beside me. I tried to get up, but he pulled me back down. He said "You're even prettier than your mom. She told me to keep you company." He took my hand and put it on his dick. I tried to pull away but he held it there. Then he started rubbing me, and tried to kiss me. I leaned away and he said "Your mom said you'd let me if I told you to call me Eddie." I squeezed his dick really hard and ran out." He said all this as if he had resigned himself to his fate. With no more enthusiasm than reading the ingredients off a can of soup. Then he turned and crawled onto my lap facing me, tucking his face into my neck. I realized that only my robe separated our two erections. Drew chuckled, "Your dick jumped." "I'm sorry baby," I said full of guilt and shame. "Don't be sorry. I know you want me. I know what you do when you hide in your room whenever I'm here. I do it too as soon as you go to bed. Your dick just jumped again." He sat back and looked me in the eyes. "You've never tried to do anything to me, Lord knows I tried to get you to. If it had been you there tonight, I wouldn't have run away. I'd have done whatever you wanted. But that bitch tried to make us seem like something dirty, like what she does. We're not the dirty ones. She is. I know you love me. She doesn't, and that man she tried to give me to certainly doesn't." I couldn't stop myself from hugging him to me. As I held him, he slipped his hand inside my robe. "Yours is bigger," he whispered in my ear. "Can I see it?" I nodded. Drew peeled my robe apart and stared at my cock. "Jesus!" he finally commented. I took the opportunity to study his too. It was four and a half inches of sheer beauty. I saw two hairs crowning the base of it. And two full balls beneath. He was cut, with the prettiest pink knob I've ever laid eyes on. "Jesus," I muttered. "Can I sleep with you tonight?" "Uh... Drew... " "You owe me a birthday present," he goaded. We slid between the sheets. Drew laid his head on my shoulder and his hand went straight to my cock. "Just so you know, I'm here whenever you're ready." That sounded like something I should be saying to him. Sunday morning, I fed nude Drew cereal. Between mouthfuls he asked, "What time are you taking me back?" "I'm not. That bitch will have to pry you from my cold dead fingers." Drew jumped into my arms and kissed me full on the lips. One of my regular customers is a high powered attorney. He had always been friendly to me, even insisted I call him by his first name. Monday I called him. "Kent, this is Edward, your waiter at L'Etoile." "What can I do for you Edward?" I told him the whole story, well most of it anyway. "I can't afford much, but I'll pay you a little at a time if you can help him." "How old is he? And is he still at your place?" Kent asked. "He's twelve. Yes, he's with me. I don't want to let him go back there." Kent said not to worry, and he'd be in touch soon. Everyday I was afraid Drew would be gone when I got home. He was there, underwear clad stiffy and all. It was Wednesday when Drew came out of the shower, toweling his hair dry, with nothing else on, I lost it. "I can't take anymore!" I yelled at him. I grabbed him and threw him on the sofa. He was giggling as I stared down at him. Then I swooped down and swallowed his erection. "Oh, Eddie!" he said running his fingers through my hair. I bobbed up and down on him for a minute. Then tongued my way to his nut sack, sucking each one into my mouth. I even swirled my tongue around his pucker before returning to his cock. By this point, he was in dire need, and so was I. I needed to make him feel as good as possible. I needed to hear him moan in delight. I needed him to shudder in gut wrenching pleasure. When he did, I was shocked to feel a spasm in his urethra and a few drops of heaven on my tongue. When he had calmed, he pulled me up and kissed me like a lover would. That was the first of three blowjobs he received that night. I rejected his attempts at returning the favor. Until Friday, when I woke up with his lips around my cock. All day Thursday and Friday, whenever I was home, it seemed his dick was in my mouth. I felt like I was taking advantage of him, because I enjoyed it as much as he did. I hoped he didn't think I was like that lowlife at his house. I would have felt even worse if I let him blow me. It would feel like I was making him do something he didn't want to do. We had been sleeping nude together since his birthday. On Friday, we fell asleep with him in my arms, head on my shoulder, hand on my cock, like always. I was having a wonderful dream about him sucking me, when I realized it wasn't a dream. "Drew!" I said, trying to pull away from him. "Please, Eddie? I really want this." I'm weak. He held my cock against his cheek, then ran his tongue up and down the shaft. Then he flicked his tongue over the head as if it was an ice cream cone, sending jolts through my body. He held the thick shaft in his little hand and swallowed the head, forcing in more than he could handle. He choked and withdrew a little. Then began serious sucking, working his hand and mouth on my entire cock. Jesus Christ, did that feel good. I gripped the sheets and tensed up. "Drew, I'm gonna cum!" He didn't pull away. The strongest orgasm of my life took over, blasting a heavy load into the boy. He choked on how much I delivered. He coughed, and wretched, but didn't stop stop swallowing. When I finished firing, he lapped up the spillage like it was honey. Then he moved up and kissed me. I could taste my cum on his lips and tongue. The thought of this great boy having my cum in his mouth, made my cock lurch. "Did I do alright?" Drew asked. "You were wonderful." "But was it as good as other blow jobs you've had?" "That was my first blow job. In fact I've never done anything with anybody before you. We were both virgins." He was shocked and delighted. "That is so cool," he said and began passionately kissing me. We both lost another load before going to sleep. I was beginning to worry because I hadn't heard from Kent. Then on Monday, two weeks after I had first called him, he called. "Edward, sorry I haven't gotten back with you. I wanted to wait until I had some news. My brother in law, the judge, was reluctant to agree to this until he discovered Drew's mother hasn't even filed a missing person report on him. What kind of mother doesn't report her missing son? Anyway, this morning two police officers knocked on her door. She was informed she could either sign the forms or be arrested for child neglect, child endangerment, and child abuse, and anything else the D.A. could come up with. Each of those charges carry a ten year sentence. She signed." "What does all that mean? What did she sign?" "She relinquished her parental rights to Drew. I thought that's what you wanted." "Mine?" I hadn't even thought that was a possibility. I just wanted to protect Drew, mostly from his mother. Well, I guess I got that. "Are you working tonight? I can bring the papers when I come in for dinner," Kent said. "Yes, I'll be there. Uh... How much did this cost me?" "We'll discuss that tonight." I was as nervous as a cat in heat all through my shift. He came in at seven, and the boss was surprised at how warmly he greeted me. He had always asked for me to be his waiter, so I didn't think it should be that shocking. Then the boss saw me signing papers, and the attorney shook my hand. "Is he a friend of yours?" my boss asked. I thought about it for a minute. "Yes. Yes he is." He didn't even charge me, and I know he is very expensive. He only requested to meet Drew at some point. When I got home that night, Drew met me at the door as usual, naked. "Have you gotten dressed at all since I left?" "Why should I? I'm just going to get naked again as soon as I see you." It took me about ten seconds to have his dick in my mouth. When he was a quivering heap, I smacked my lips and said, "You don't shoot much, but it's very tasty." "That's because you drain it as fast as I can make it," he said giving me a slap on the arm. The guilt set in again. I was taking advantage of this sweet kid. "Drew, we have to talk." He heard the serious tone in my voice, and set up with a worried look on his face. "I'm sorry, Drew. I shouldn't be taking advantage of you like this. I understand if you don't want me to do this anymore. I promise I will try to leave you alone from now on." His eyes got wide and his mouth flew open, "What?... Why?" "Things have changed. I did something you may not like." "Did... Did you fall in love with a girl?" he asked, as if it was the worst possible thing I could do. "No. I... Well, I... " I pulled out my copies of the paperwork, and handed them to him. He took them as if he expected them to bite him. He read the top one, then Looked up at me in shock, before going to the second page, then the third. "Does this mean what I think it means?" he asked. "You're my responsibility now. Your mom isn't to come within a thousand feet of you too." He threw his arms around me. "Thank you Eddie." "So, I promise to try real hard not to do those things anymore. But you have to help, by not running around naked all the time." "So, you're responsible for me now? So like, if I'm sick, you have to take me to the doctor?" "Yes." "And You're responsible for my happiness too?" "Yes." "Remember on my birthday, I said if it had been you instead of that man, I would have done anything you wanted?" "Yes." "Well, now you have to make me happy, and do what I have wanted since we met." He wrapped his arms around me again and kissed my lips. Then whispered huskily in my ear. "Take me to your bed and fuck me." I looked at him in shock. Mostly because of what he wanted, and he doesn't use that kind of language. "I've been preparing for it every day since my birthday, and you haven't even tried. I'm tired of waiting. I want you inside me." This wasn't the change in our relationship I expected. Of course I did as he asked anyway. "Lube is in the drawer," he said as I lay him on my bed. I guess he really did want this. "You know I've never done this," I reminded him. "Neither have I. We'll learn together." He pulled his knees to his chest, giving me an easy target. When I penetrated him, he grunted in pain, but didn't complain. His arms went around my neck drawing me into a passionate kiss. I slowly sunk into his tight tunnel, eliciting moans from him. When my pubic hair came to rest on his nutsack he moaned, "Now I'm really yours, completely." I was overwhelmed with the sensations surging through me. I slowly moved in and out of him for at least twenty minutes, Being my first time, I wasn't sure how fast or how hard I should be with a young boy. After his second orgasm, Drew practically begged me to do him harder. I started to ram his butt pretty hard after that, and soon I unleashed a huge load into his depths. I collapsed on top of him, both of us out of breath. After a few minutes Drew said, "You're going to be sorry that you're responsible for my happiness. I'm gonna want this all the time." "Give me a few minutes, and I'll see what I can do about that." His tight chute prevented the blood from leaving my cock. A few minutes of kissing and cuddling later, I was true to my word, and fucked him again. When I withdrew from him, there was a small puddle of cum on his belly, which I licked up as my reward for a job well done. The next morning, Drew gingerly sat at the table. I smiled to myself knowing I was the cause of his soreness. He didn't complain, but he blew me instead of asking to get fucked after breakfast. I took Drew to Kent's office to meet him. "He's a fine looking young man. I can see why you're so enamored with him," he said winking at me. After work, Drew ate his leftover dinner before taking me to bed and fucking my eyeballs out. "Aren't you still sore?" "I don't care. I want you. I'll get used to it." It's a good thing I was young. Keeping up with a pubescent boy's sexual appetite isn't easy. It was the next day that I realized that school had already started the fall semester, and Drew hadn't been going. "Mom never worried if I went to school or not." "In case the cock between my legs wasn't enough evidence for you, let me remind you. I"m not your mother. An education is your only chance in life. You will be going." I thought I did pretty well at my first try at being a responsible person. I took Drew and my paperwork to school that morning. I explained that I was his guardian, and his mother wasn't allowed near him. It was the same school secretary that had been there when I was a student. I heard her mutter under her breath "Thank God." Drew needed clothes, so I went shopping for him before my class. I figured I'd have to pick up some lunch shifts at the restaurant to make the extra money. Two days later, I received a registered letter from my university. It informed me that my tuition and expenses were paid all the way through a Master's degree. And If I decided to go into Law, I would also receive a monthly stipend. I was flabbergasted. I could only think of one person who could have done this. I called Kent. "Hi Edward, I thought I might hear from you today." "So it was you. But why? I don't understand." "Have you ever heard of Nifty Archives?" he asked. "No Sir." "Go on the site. Look for a story called "Saviors And Sinners" by Cutter09. That should explain a lot to you." I did as he asked. I found the story. It was about Kent! The beginning was pretty sad, but it ended up well for Kent. As I read it, I discovered I had met many of the people mentioned in it. I also realized he was aware of my relationship with Drew. Not only aware, but supportive of it, going as far to help as much as he could. That night Kent came into L'Etoile. I couldn't help myself and threw my arms round him. I thought my boss was going to give birth to steer when I did that. When he rushed over, Kent waved him off. "Edward is a very good friend of mine. I'm hoping he will work for me someday." Drew finished high school and is in college. I did go into Law, and now work for Kent. Drew and I moved out of that shitty neighborhood, but still share a bed, and couldn't be happier. The End © Cutter09 Please send comments to unicorn2012111@gmail.com Cutter09 would love to hear what you think of the story! Thank you for taking the time to send feedback to the author. Your feedback is the only reward the authors recieve. Do you enjoy having access to all the great fantasy material and also having a place to share your own stories without having to censor them for a general audience? Please donate to Nifty and help support and maintain this free service. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html