Gingerbread Boy

Chapter 15

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There's nothing like waking up to a crisp morning in Grizzly Valley, especially when you're in the mountains and have a great group of friends by your side. While it's tempting to just stay in the coach and play all day, the crew had made plans to go to the falls.

Bruce had been up for a while and was outside using the barbecue to make breakfast with Brian by his side. The two were just in loose shorts, and Brian seemed to be walking a bit funny, so it's pretty clear that they had a fun night, or morning, or both.

Bruce was scrambling eggs on the griddle, and Brian was carefully placing bacon strips on as well. It's not a smart thing to do when you don't have a shirt on. He quickly retreated, ran into the coach, and grabbed a tee shirt for him and Bruce before they ended up with grease burns.

The rest of the crew could smell the cooking wafting into the coach. Mark had the coffee maker going and the boys were all mumbling and stumbling out of bed.

They all ended up out around the picnic tables in their underwear or shorts. They seemed to inhale the food. Bruce had cooked four dozen eggs and two pounds of bacon, and not a scrap was left. The boys helped clean up and then decided they all needed morning showers. They grabbed up their clothes and headed to the camp group shower. With this many people, it was the only way to go. Besides, seeing each other and groping them wasn't possible in the shower in the coach.

It only took seconds for the group to get stripped down and into the showers. Looking around, it was clear that they had all had some action this morning. There were some puffy holes and partially chubbed cocks swinging around. Naturally, the boys wanted help soaping up their backs, which led to some fun playtime with each other. Giggles were heard over the sound of the water splashing on the ground.

"Taylor, could you help me?" Jamie called out to his big brother.

"Sure buddy, whatcha need?"

"Could you wash my back?" Jamie asked half-heartedly.

Taylor knew the boy wanted something else. "Of course. Let's go over to the far shower head. There's more light there." Taylor suggested getting them away from the others. Brian and Sebastian were "scrubbing" each other, but paying a lot of attention to some particular boy parts.

As Taylor got the body wash and squirted it into his hands, Jamie stood with the water running down his front side. Taylor went to rub his hands over Jamie, but Jamie flinched. He stepped back.

"I'm sorry Tay, it's just, well, ever since the rape, getting touched makes me jump."

"No worries, bro, you're safe with me. Take a deep breath and let me wash you." Taylor felt the warm skin of his chosen family brother. "Jamie, I'm so glad we met. How can I help you heal? You do know I was raped, right?"

"I figured you had based on how you held me and helped me at the church. That's why I need you, Tay. It's been so hard. I keep having dreams, and feel dirty and bad. I don't want Mark to know, but every time we are together, I see that fucking asshole cop." Jamie was turning red from anger. "I know Mark thinks that I'm just not into him anymore. I'll jump just like I did with you. It's not that I'm not into Mark anymore; he's the most important person in my life."

Taylor had Jamie turn around to rinse his back, but more importantly, he did it so he could look Jamie in the eyes. "Bro, I know how it is. When I was raped, I was also being pimped out, but you know what? That has nothing to do with Liam. I can't let that get between Liam and me. And you. Jamie, you're beautiful, and Mark is a very lucky man to have you. He didn't do this to you. He would have let that asshole cop kill him to protect you. It's going to take time, but you just can't let what happened impact how you enjoy sex, and more importantly, it can't change the love you have for Mark, or the love he has for you."

"But how? How do I get it out of my mind?"

"When we get out to the falls, let's go somewhere alone and I'll tell you a secret that helped me. I know it will help you."

"OK, thanks for doing my back." Jamie hugged Taylor, and they both finished their showers.

Taylor went over to Liam. "Hey my sexy man, my brother needs some time alone with me to talk about the incident. He's still a bit shaken by it. Is there a place near the falls where he and I can talk?"

"Sure, when we get to the bottom of the falls, I'll point out a little cove you two can swim to and chat."

"Thanks." He gave Liam a big kiss and a hug.

Bruce whistled so loudly that the entire camp probably heard him. "Round up boys and men, let's get back to the coach and get outfitted for our hike."

They all put on their shorts, grabbed their towels, slid on their flip flops, and headed back to the coach.

"Make sure everyone has their day pack, three water bottles, a life straw, a few protein bars, and their hats. Wear your hiking boots but carry your old sneakers to wear in the water. On the table are items for the group, so divvy them up amongst you. We will pack up the lunches, blankets, and a few other fun things for when we are at the falls." Bruce directed the team. Everyone followed suit.

The hike wasn't too bad. The boys were actually looking around as they hiked into the woods toward the falls. Along the way, little Brian kept pointing out insects and bugs. Apparently, he was quite an entomologist. There were some very interesting species along the walk.

As they rounded one corner, they could hear the water and see the stream. "I hear it!" shouted Sebastian.

"We have about another mile to go. Everyone, make sure you're hydrated. Time for a sunscreen check." The group stopped, drank, and rubbed sunscreen on each other. They continued the hike, with the sound of the waterfall getting louder and louder as they continued.

"Oh my God! Wow! It's so beautiful." Brian screamed. You can see the top of the falls from the trail.

The boys saw the clearing next to the pond where the falls landed and took off running. The adults just carried on and caught up a few minutes later. They found a spot to set up their day camp, rolled out the blankets and piled up the packs.

"Boys, get your boots and socks off and put on your sneakers before going into the water." Liam shouted.

"Can we go skinny dipping?" Sebastian asked.

"The ranger said there weren't any other hiking permits issued, so sure, it's just us today. If you see someone approaching, just get your boy bits below the water."

The boys were all stripped off and had only sneakers on. "Get sunscreen on the boy parts, guys!" Mark shouted. The boys complied and ran around for a bit to let it dry before running to the water. Taylor and Jamie kept their shorts on and wandered off to a small area that Liam pointed out to them.

Brian and Sebastian grabbed a football and started tossing it around. Bruce joined them in the waist-deep water.

Taylor and Jamie headed off to a little grotto-like space under the falls. "Wow, this is cool!" Jamie said. The loud rush of the water hitting the pond along with the odd echo of their voices made it a really cool place. There was a bit of a mist from the splashing water.

They found a ledge to sit on. "Remember, what I am about to tell you I've never told anyone, not even Liam. I know he would love me no matter what, but it wouldn't change anything, so I didn't tell him. Tell me how you feel about, you know, the rape?" Taylor bluntly asked.

"Well, I kind of feel dirty, guilty, hurt, shit, I don't know. It's hard to put into words."

"Trust me when I say I know how you feel. I mean, I loved having sex. In fact, I was finding guys to fuck me. Then, my mom caught me."

"Holy shit, what happened?"

"Well, she walked in while I was bent over the couch. I was loving it, but when mom walked in, I clenched, and the guy shot off, threw the cash at me, and left."

"He paid you?"

"Yeah, I was getting paid to let guys fuck me. I loved getting fucked and then getting paid too. That was just the greatest thing."

"So who raped you?"

"My mom's job didn't support us, so she found a guy that would be her pimp. He knew I had been turning tricks, so he wanted to sell me along with my mom. Talk about awkward. Getting fucked next to your mom and the guy taking turns. That was just strange. Anyway, one day, the guy came over. I was home alone. He asked where my mom was and I didn't know, so he just ripped my pants down, bent me over and plowed me without any prep, without any lube."

"Ouch, that must have hurt."

"It did, but it got worse. He dragged me out of the house, took me to a bar or a strip club, I'm not sure. He pulled me into the back room and told the guys that my ass was available and on the house. I blacked out after about the 10th guy. I woke up the next morning in the alley, naked."

"Fuck!" Jamie leaned over and hugged Taylor. "I'm sorry. I feel like a baby worrying about that fucking asshole cop raping me."

"Stop it, Jamie. You can't help how you feel, but you can help how you react."

"What did you do?"

"Well, there I was, naked, on the street, my ass ripped open. I was in the alley when a boy came out of the building just across the way. He came over to me and asked if I was OK. He took his shirt off and wrapped it around my waist. He took me in the door he came out of. I had never seen this place before. It was a big place, with cots, games, food, and an area with clothes in baskets. He took me over to pick out some new clothes, then to the shower area. He helped me clean up and get dressed. I was a mess."

"Really? What is that place?"

"I found out that it's a place that helps homeless kids and runaways, or kids that have been kicked out, or even ones that have been sold for sex. It's something like the Lincoln Foundation or something like that."

"I didn't know there was a place like that."

"I was afraid at first, but this boy, Josh, was so nice to me. He took me to get some food. After he helped me, he found a new shirt for himself to replace the one that he wrapped me in. We sat down and ate. He was asking me how I ended up like that, and I really didn't want to say anything, but then he told me that he had seen everything, and that's when I found out about what the place was. He even said that one of his dad's had been helped by the place, and his other dad was the founder's son. He volunteers there to help."

"That's cool. But, how did this help you get past being raped."

"I'm getting there, so, they told me I could just take the clothes and go home, or I could stay there. I was afraid I'd get put into CPS but they told me I had 3 days before they would do that."

"The CPS people are bad, I'm glad you didn't have to go into their care. Thank God my mom put Mark down as my dad. Otherwise, well, I don't know."

"They had a counselor that came in, and it turns out, it was Josh's dad, Andrew. He told me his story, and it's crazy. But, what he told me to do helped me. He assured me that I wasn't the victim, that it was OK to like sex, but that what the man did to me was wrong. That I couldn't control it."

"Well, duh, that's easy to understand."

"Sure, but how do you get yourself to believe it? Why do you feel guilty, Jamie?"

"You have a point. I don't know why. It's strange."

"He wrote out his story from his point of view, but as if there was a narrator. He called it third person or something. He told me to write what I thought those bastards wanted; what they felt; what they did to me from their point of view and how I felt from my point of view."

"Did you?"

"Yeah, it really helped me realize I'm a good person and that I don't need to feel guilty about letting that happen to me because I didn't let it happen, they forced me. You need to do that too, Jamie."

"Will you help me? I really need to get this thing out of my head. I can't make love to Mark or even get sexual with him, and I know he wants it."

"We can do that once we get back. You're going to be OK. But first, say this out loud. I didn't have any control over being raped. I was forced! I am not at fault!"

Jamie repeated it. He took a deep breath and let out a sigh.'

They sat there for a while, listening to the water. They were getting hungry, so they went back out to join the group.

"There you are!" shouted Sebastian. He and Brian came running over and tried to tackle the boys.

"We're hungry. Is it lunchtime?"

The boys all laughed and went ashore to see about lunch. Mark and Liam had everything set out. There were plenty of protein items, so the boys would get their energy back. They inhaled the food and decided it was time to hike back to camp.

Jamie ran up to Mark, gave him the biggest hug and kiss. You could see the smile on Mark's face as he realized his boy was coming back. He looked over to Liam and gave him a wink and a big smile.

Please let me know if you want me to continue the story. There are a few ways I see this going, but I don't want to waste my time if you aren't interested. My life has gotten very busy, so I apologize for being late in getting this chapter out. Mark and Jamie have a lot of make-up sex to deal with. What's the story with Bruce? And Liam and Taylor... are they just into routine sex, or what? Let me know your thoughts.

End of Gingerbread Boy - Chapter 15 - Andrew Thomas