Date: Thu, 14 Jun 2007 07:05:26 +0000 From: Andy Mitchell Subject: Life Just Isnt Fair chapter 16 Feedback is more than welcome. I love to receive emails from anyone and everyone so please tell me what you think at andys_stories@hotmail.co.uk. I will respond to every email I receive, but please enter 'Life Just Isn't Fair' or simply 'Life' somewhere in the subject line so that I don't delete it thinking its spam. Any criticism is also welcome as I don't want to let the story get stale and always want fresh input. If any of you, the readers, have ideas or suggestions about a plot, however big or small, please let me know and I will look into it. DISCLAIMER. 1. If you are under the legal age to read this, you shouldn't do it. I don't want to get you guys in trouble for enjoying yourselves! 2. If reading this is illegal where you live, that just sucks big time. Either move or vote for someone to change the laws. 3. If a story about an underage teenage boy getting involved in gay sex with boys his own age, slightly older, or with men, makes you feel uncomfortable about your own sexuality then what the hell are you doing reading stories on a gay web site?? Leave you fool and go to www.disneychannel.com where I'm sure you will find some cuddly fluffy bunnies or something. Mind you, you could always jerk off over Martin Spanjers from 8 Simple Rules while you're there like I do! 4. This is a work of fiction and as such none of this happened. 5. If you think that someone underage is being abused in anyway, please contact the authorities and help the kid out. You can also find out about looking for signs that a kid is suffering abuse by contacting agencies such as the NSPCC in the UK, and there will be similar agencies in other countries. Previously in Life Just Isn't Fair "If Andy wants to help me, I'm okay with that Uncle Sam," Dan whispered out faintly. "Huh?" Sam said, taken aback slightly. "I said Andy can help me," Dan repeated, louder this time. He picked himself up off the sofa and pulled me up with him. "If you want to help clean up, can you clean the sofa Uncle Sam," Dan said. Sam looked at me, challenging me by the look of it, which assured me that I was going to do something right by going with Dan. I held his hand as we walked past Oli and Sam and upstairs to Dan's bedroom. We entered his room and shut the door. Dan turned to look at me and a big grin spread across his face. "Thanks Andy," he said. "For what?" I asked. He just shrugged and peeled his soaked jeans off. I helped him remove his t-shirt that was wet at the bottom and he kicked off his socks. The cute ten year old was left there, standing in front of me in a soaked pair of transformers y-fronts, sporting an erection. Oh boy! I felt myself rise because the sight of him. He looked so cute, stood there when he suddenly hooked his hands into the sides of his pants and pulled them down, exposing himself fully to me. I gulped and felt myself lick my lips as I wondered where to put my eyes. I couldn't tear them off this Adonis who was stood naked in all his glory in front of me. I moved towards him, and took him into my arms. Chapter 16 Daniel's Secret. I hoisted Daniel up and carried him into the bathroom, adding a few tickles on the way to get him squirming, and to take my mind off the horrid thoughts running through my mind as to what I could do with the naked ten year old! I plonked him into the tub and started the taps to fill the bath, while grabbing the shower head and turning it on and soaking the lad with cold water. I was rewarded with the squeal I expected as Dan tried to move out of the way of the cold water. His hardness shrunk immediately as his body dropped several degrees in a few seconds, before I took pity on him and mixed in the hot water to a comfortable temperature. "YOU GIT!" Dan shouted at me. I giggled as he tried to splash me, but I threw up a towel as protection, figuring he may try that. "I'm sorry Dan, I couldn't resist it," I said to him. "Forgive me?" I asked, fluttering my eyelids. "Well, okay," he said, holding out his hand to shake. I dropped the towel to shake his hand, and was summarily soaked with half a dozen splashes from the naked imp, who promptly fell into a giggling fit. "Ah Dan, STOP!" I gasped out, looking at the now drenched floor. I chucked a couple of the towels on the floor to mop up before the water reached the door and the landing carpet beyond. I sat there, drenched to the skin, staring at Dan's body again. I shook myself back to alertness as Dan said he needed to get clean and ready for bed. I picked up the soap and a sponge and started to scrub him clean. "Um, Andy, you're soaked," Dan said. "Why don't you strip and get in as well to keep warm, or you may catch cold." I considered it for a moment before shaking my head. "That's what Uncle Sam says when he gets wet and needs to get in with me." Dan followed up. "Dan, I'm not supposed to get in the bath naked with you mate," I said. "I'm not family so it may look bad if someone comes in." "Lock the door then," Dan replied, pointing to the catch I missed earlier. I shrugged and locked the door, before peeling off my top and shorts, leaving myself with just my boxers on. I started to get in the tub but Dan stopped me. "We're both guys here aren't we? I'm naked, so you may as well be as well." How can you argue with logic like that? I pulled down my boxers, exposing my hardening cock, which brought a slight gasp from Danny. He reached up and took hold of me before I knew what he was doing. "Ah Dan, stop!" I gasped out, not really wanting him to. Dan pulled his hand away like it had been scolded, and turned away from me, beginning to sniffle. What the hell, I thought, and pulled him into a hug. "Dan, you did nothing wrong mate," I said, "but I wasn't expecting that." "Don't you like it when someone plays with your thingy?" he asked. I giggled at his name for it, before taking his chin in my hand and turning his face to look into his eyes. "Dan, just cuz we're both naked here, doesn't mean we have to do anything." "But Uncle Sam always says I've gotta," he whispered out. I should have seen this confession coming I suppose but it caught me cold. I gaped at the naked ten year old, who started to get embarrassed about both my stare and his confession. "Waddaya mean, Sam makes you?" I asked. "What does he make you do?" I blurted out before thinking that Dan may not want to say. Dan looked down at his feet, realising he'd said something he shouldn't have. I pulled him into me again, letting the warm water flow over bodies. "Dan, whatever has happened isn't your fault okay!" I said, trying to get him to open up to me, but not really wanting to hear what I thought was going on. Dan looked up at me and I could almost see the cogs whirring in his mind as he decided whether or not to confide in me. "Um, Uncle Sam sometimes plays with me when I'm naked," the boy whispered. "He plays with my thingy till it gets really hard and makes me feel really good." I nodded at him and stroked his back to let him know I didn't think he was weird or anything for liking that. "He also sticks a finger up my arse, and wiggles it in there. He says I'll get used to it, but it hurts sometimes, but then feels real nice!" he gasped out. "It can feel good having something up there Dan," I confided in him, letting him know it was okay to enjoy the sensation. "Does it hurt you when Bobby sticks his thingy up your butt?" he asked, flooring me with one simple question. I flushed red, and looked him in the eyes. "Bobby puts his cock in my butt because we love each other. That's the only time you should let someone do it." I said. "But you told my Mom that you'd let other men do it to you as well!" The little git had obviously been listening in to a couple of my talks with Janice. "That was a mistake. I thought they could make me feel better about myself, but they didn't." Dan studied me for a moment. "I think Uncle Sam wants to do that with me." I nodded to him, "I think he does as well from what I've seen." "I do love him cos he's my Uncle, but I don't think I want him to do that to me." "I'll talk to him for you if you want Dan," I said, wondering how I'd bring that up in conversation! "Would you?" he said and literally bounced into my arms. I was stood there, in the shower, holding a naked ten year old, who was now fully erect again after our talk. I tried to finish washing him off, avoiding his crotch, but he refused to do it himself, so I was left with no choice and soaped him up. What the hell, I thought, and instead of just washing him and rinsing the soap off, I decided to give him a once over. It was wrong of me I know, but the naughty devil inside me told me to do it. Dan, like most British kids, was uncut, so I had great fun in teasing his foreskin over his now sensitive head. I pumped his now growing stiffness until he started to gasp. I quickly rinsed the soap off, and fell to my knees, and in the moment of madness, took the boy's cock into my mouth to finish him off with a blow job. As Dan thrust into my mouth, I sneaked a finger round his back passage and probed inside for his immature prostate. I found it quickly and stabbed it, causing Dan to nearly lose his balance as he shuddered in delight. After he came down from his high, he grabbed me and gave me a peck on the cheek. "Thanks Andy," he said. "That felt a lot better than when Uncle Sam does it." He looked down at my rock hard cock that was now actually hurting me with straining for release, and he reached for it again. I brushed his hand away, telling him he didn't have to, but he insisted and grasped my cock in his small, soft hands. He pumped it back and forth and I felt myself rising to the occasion. "DAN......GUNNA......CUM......." I gasped out, as I shot my load over his chest. I slumped back against the wall, shocked at what I'd allowed to happen with the very cute ten year old. I grabbed the shower head and sprayed the water, washing off my ejaculation from his body, before switching off the water and getting a towel to dry him and myself. "Before you say it Andy," Dan said, looking at his feet again, "I know I can't tell anyone what we just did." I grabbed him to me and gave him a full kiss on the lips. "Dan, you need never be ashamed of what you did with me." He perked up and looked at me. "I would appreciate it though of you didn't tell anyone, because I may not be allowed to stay here anymore." "I won't tell anyone then," Dan said grabbing me into a hug. "I want you to stay here forever!" I swatted him on his butt and sent him to his room to get ready for bed. I saw that Oli was already in his bed, as he has to have his bedroom door left open so that the closet monster can't creep up on him. I wandered downstairs into the kitchen to grab a drink. I poured myself a glass of milk and, slurping it, wandered back through the hallway to head back upstairs. "He's committed to the other one though," I heard a woman's voice say. "Well, if we are going to make anything from him, I think he needs a quick lesson in life don't you." I heard a male voice respond. Figuring it was some tv show, I headed back upstairs. I entered mine and Bobby's room, and seeing Bobby already in bed, dumped my wet clothes in the hamper and went to get in bed. "Have fun in there did you?" I was surprised to hear Bobby ask, thinking he was asleep. "Yeah, Dan's a little rascal at times," I said trying to sound innocent. "He soaked me." "Does he cum yet?" Bobby grilled, and I knew he must have seen or heard something. "I'm sorry Bobby," I started. "I couldn't help myself. He looked so cute and I just had to try him." "So I mean nothing to you?" Bobby whimpered turning his back on me. I grabbed him and tried to turn him back to face me. "Of course you do Bobby. I love you!" He snorted. "Funny way to show it, blowing a ten year old in his shower!" He turned his back on me again and wouldn't respond to me. I turned my back on him and crawled into a foetal position and quietly cried myself to sleep, wondering if I'd blown any chance I had with Bobby. I awoke the next morning, with arms wrapped around me. I turned myself, and brought my lips to his, opening them slightly to accept Bobby's tongue, knowing that he'd forgiven me. "Uh, you put your tongue in me mouth!" I heard a high pitched squeal. My eyes flew open and I saw a shocked Oli pulling off me. "Oh God Oli, I'm so sorry," I stammered. "I thought you were Bobby." "You and Bobby kiss?" Oli quizzed, his eyes lighting up and some new information that may interest him. "Um, yah we do. Look Oli, talk to your Mom about love and you'll understand one day." I blagged him, hoping that Bobby did still love me. I looked across at the table and saw the clock registering a little after seven. Man that was toooo early by far! Suddenly I realised there was no Bobby in my bed. I jumped out, exposing my nakedness to Oli, who giggled as I grabbed some shorts and headed downstairs to the kitchen. I almost knocked over a smiling Dan as I burst into the kitchen. "Where's Bobby?" I almost yelled. Jan turned around and looked at me. I could see her change her mind before she answered me. "Sam said he needed some help with something and Bobby offered to go with him." She said. "Bobby said something about the two of you having a fallout." I slumped into a seat and tried not to break down. Looks like I've blown it with Bobby, I thought to myself. Dan grabbed a couple of bowls and filled them and sat next to me, chattering away about what he was going to do at school that day. I tried my best, but couldn't concentrate on his endless nattering, and in the end, had to excuse myself and I ran back to the bedroom and threw myself on the bed. After a few minutes I heard a muffled ring. I looked around, knowing though that we didn't have a phone in the room, before suddenly remembering the mobile that Mike gave me. I grabbed my bag and pulled the phone out. "Hello?" I said into it. "You fucking bastard!" was the response shouted down the earpiece. "I've been going off my mind with worry!" "Mike?" I asked. "Who the fuck do you think it is?" Mike replied. "You promised to ring me when you got to wherever you were going. I've tried ringing like loads of times, but you never answered." I looked at the phone to see there was over 20 missed calls. "I'm so sorry Mike, I didn't mean to worry you, but you must have rung when we weren't here." "Well where are you?" Mike asked. "Um, are you on your own or is someone else with you?" I countered. "It's just me mate," Mike said. "I promised I wouldn't say anything, but you're testing my resolve friend." He said with a lot of emphasis on the last word. "We're in London, at a house with a woman and her two kids. We've paid her some money to feed us, and she seems pretty cool." I said. "Her husband is in prison for drug dealing, and she hates the police so she won't shop us." "Andy, you are getting in well over your head. Come home, please. Mr H..." "Fuck Mr H!" I yelled down the phone. "He didn't want me after I tried it on with Kevin. I heard him remember." "I spoke to him about it, and he said you must have misheard him. He said that he meant he wasn't prepared to wait for you to come home because he thought you were in trouble and went looking for you. He really cares about you, so does Kev, and well, I guess so do I!" Mike blubbered out, begging me to come home. "Someone's put you up to this Mike, you've never sounded weak like this," I countered. "How long does it take to trace a call? I'm hanging up now. I promise I'll call you in a few days." I hit the cancel button and hung up on my best friend before he could say anything else, and turned onto the bed and laid on my front, with my arms folded underneath my face and sobbed. Eventually I heard a knock on the door. I looked up and saw Janice stick her head around the door. "The boys have gone to school and Bobby and Sam are still out. I've gotta run an errand, do you want to come with me or stay here?" I dried my eyes and seriously thought about staying in, but then thought that a bit of fresh air would probably do me some good. "I'll come with you." I said, getting off the bed, wiping my face and grabbing some decent clothes to go out in. I followed Janice downstairs and out of the door. Coming Soon Chapter 17 Sam's Job. Well that finishes off chapter 16. Apologies for the delay, but after my original draft of it, I wasn't happy at all, and ending up re-writing it from when Andy left Dan after the shower. There was a lot more, which gave a lot of background info, but it meant Andy heard a lot of what was going on, and I don't want him in on my secrets just yet. That's for you and him to work out. I also had a major writers block for a week or so which didn't help matters. On top of that, a few of you know the stuff going on in my personnel life. This has also affected my output to the story. Thanks for your messages of support during this trying time, and I know that I can `talk' to you guys via email over the coming period while it all gets sorted and you will not think any less of me. Cheers guys. Love ya. Xxx.