Date: Tue, 27 Mar 2007 07:11:56 +0000 From: Andy Mitchell Subject: life just isn't fair chapter 8 Feedback is more than welcome. 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 it's spam. Flames will be ignored. DISCLAIMER. 1. If you are under the legal age to read this, you shouldn't do it. But then again I'm not your parents or guardian so I can't tell you what to do. 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 with 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. AUTHOR'S APOLOGY Sorry for leaving you guys hanging but I had some personal shit going on which had to be sorted. I tried to carry on writing during the last fortnight but was heavily distracted, so please ignore any "rubbish" bits in this chapter. Thanks for all the supportive emails during this time, especially those who know exactly what has been happening. You guys have helped me keep going. Love ya loads xxxx Previously in Life Just Isn't Fair I heard a woman's scream which jolted me back to reality. I stopped and looked around. I was stood in the middle of the high street, my shirt out of my trousers, panting and soaked in sweat. I must have looked a right state. I snickered to myself and heard what sounded like a horn. I looked in the direction of the noise and saw a lorry, a fucking big lorry, skidding towards me, the driver struggling with the controls. I looked back at the noise of the woman screaming, and my eyes locked on her in a silent plea as I realised I was going to get hurt, really hurt. I felt an impact on my side and my head hit the road, stunning me. More screams. My vision started to fade and it went quiet. I couldn't move and it felt like there was a heavy weight on my body. Blackness crept up on me and lasted a long time. I floated in the darkness, but then I saw a blinding light, and a sweet voice calling me to it. Chapter Eight. Chris and Kevin. "Andy, can you hear me?" the sweet voice said. I tried to focus my eyes, but the pain in my head was too much. "He's starting to come round," a deep voice said. I felt a bump and heard a siren close by. I tried to move, but couldn't. Something was holding my entire body down. I opened my eyes again and everything came into focus. Two guys in green and yellow uniforms were looking over me. One was a guy who must have been in his fifties, who looked rugged and hard but had kind eyes. The second was a young guy who was very easy on the eyes. "He's awake!" the young cutie said. Both men looked back at me, and I noticed Mr Henderson in what must be an ambulance with us. "Hey" I said. "Andy, are you alright?" Mr Henderson asked. I tried to raise my arm up to rub my head, but it was held down by a strap. I started to panic and attempted to flail but was soon calmed down by Mr H, and the two paramedics, Bob and Harry, Harry being the hottie. "Does he really need these straps now he's awake?" Mr H asked. "Andy, if we release your arms, you've gotta promise us to behave okay" Harry said. "You've took a nasty blow on the head and we need to get it check out." "Um, sure," I said, just wanting to get control of my body back. "What happened?" Harry looked at the other two men for an okay before starting. "You ran out into the middle of the High Street and would have been hit by that lorry if your teacher here hadn't rescued you and got you out of the way. Unfortunately, in the process, you hit your head on the kerb and blacked out." Bob shifted in his seat and asked, "You wanna tell us why you ran in front of that lorry boy?" Mr Henderson moved in his seat and stopped Bob, knowing the probable reason for my flight. During all this, my squirming on the stretcher had pulled my shirt slightly open and I saw Harry's eyes widen as he saw the marks of my previous abuse by my father. Sorry, my pretend father! Mr Henderson saw Harry's gaze and he put a hand on his shoulder. "Andy has suffered some physical abuse from his foster parents and as of today is now under social services care. That's one of the reasons he lost it and ended up here." I saw Harry's eyes well up. It's amazing to think that while some people can see the most horrendous injuries as part of their job, Harry had been to multiple car wrecks and the like, he looked totally devastated by my injuries that my Dad had given me. His eyes locked on mine and I saw the compassion turn to a steely determination. He moved closer to me, taking Bob' seat, who was talking to Mr Henderson. Harry took my hand and started to stroke my head in a comforting manner. "So what's gonna happen now?" I asked. Bob looked over at me and said, "we need to get a doctor to check out that bump, and have a look at the other injuries you've sustained, then after that, we'll get in touch with your social worker and let you back out." "I've been given custody of Andy," Mr Henderson said, "so I'll be taking him home after the check up." Harry looked up at Mr H, as if he was giving him the once over, and seemingly happy in whatever decision he'd come to, returned his attention to me. The rest of the journey to the hospital passed quickly, and once I had been brought into the A&E reception, Bob turned to leave. Harry pulled a pen and wrote quickly onto a piece of paper and handed it to me. "This is my phone number and my address Andy," Harry whispered into my ear. "If you ever need someone to talk to or a place to crash if things get rough again, call me." "Thanks Harry," I said, folding the paper into a pocket. For the next two hours, various doctors prodded and poked me, (not like that you dirty sods!), and scanned my head with an MIR, CKG, KFC or some shit like that. All in all, they said that I physically okay, I had a nasty bump on my head but nothing was broken and that I should thank my lucky stars that Mr H had risked his life to save mine. Just as I thought it was all over, I was called into an examination room by a doctor. "Andy, my name is Doctor Keeley, and I'm here to make sure that everything is okay down there." He motioned with his head to my lower body. Being still a bit out of it, I didn't twig exactly where `down there' was and hopped up onto the bed, rustling the paper sheet covering it. Suddenly the door opened and around a half dozen young studenty-looking people walked in. I looked at Dr Keeley in concern, who saw my expression. "Don't worry Andy, these fine young men and women are all studying to become paediatric doctors. Part of their studies involves them observing real patients, such as yourself. Do you have a problem with them being here?" Everything in my conscious brain told me to say no, but I just shrugged and said it was okay. "Okay people, this is Andrew Phillip Mitchell, a 13 year old male who has received a head injury from being knocked away from a potential motor vehicle accident. He took a heavy fall, with an adult landing on top of him, and lost consciousness for around ten minutes." Dr Keeley stated facts from my earlier indiscretion. "What should we do first?" "He should have an immediate MRI scan for any potential brain trauma," a blonde woman proposed. I looked a little worried at that prospect, not realising how hard my head had been hit. "Well done Jane," Dr Keeley said, handing around copies of a file. "This is the scan that was taken earlier." All six of them studied it intently, looking at me from time to time. I felt like I was part of freak show and was beginning to regret my decision to allow these people in. A young looking Asian man closed his file and moved towards me. He ran his hand over my head, making me wince slightly when he touched my bump. He apologised immediately, but kept his hand running through my hair. "Calm down a little Andy and lay back down onto the bed," he said. He turned to Dr Keeley and said, "We should also check for any injuries that he may have received to his body." Dr Keeley nodded his approval, and I felt my shirt being unbuttoned by the young would-be doctor. He took his time making sure I felt no discomfort and was slowly telling me what he wanted to do. Looking back, I'd have to give him ten out of ten for bedside manner! All I could think of though was that my upper body was going to be exposed to seven people showing the marks of my recent experiences. A gasp came from one of the other female students as they saw the welt marks on my back. The scratches from my rape behind the science block had started to scab over and were also visible. Dr Keeley looked at my body and then into my eyes. He clearly didn't know how proceed, thinking that this should have been an easy lesson for his students. The young Thai, Mik, immediately took over and started to document my injuries. The rest of the students scribbled down notes as he listed the various bruises, belt welts and scratches. As I turned onto my front to give him a better view of my back, he noticed the injuries didn't stop on my back. "The injuries, which are obviously not related to the accident earlier today, but are a result of what looks like sustained abuse over a period of time, are not restricted to the child's upper body." Mik dictated. "Andy, I'm going to need you to remove your lower clothing. Do you wish for the women to leave the room, or would you be okay for them to stay?" My face flamed red as I realised that people were going to see me naked. I bit the bullet and asked for the women to leave. Hey, I'm 13 and no woman is going to see my bits dangling thank you very much! The door closed and left Dr Keeley, Mik and two other students staring at my body. I felt naked already under their gazes, and found myself stiffening at the thought of being naked in front of four grown men, as much as student doctors are grown men! Dr Keeley was obviously happy to leave Mik in control as the young Thai asked me to unbutton my trousers and slide them and my underwear off. I did so, reluctantly, covering my now obvious erection with my hands. "Turn onto your front Andy" Mik suggested helping me cover my embarrassment. As I did, I heard a stifled gasp from one of the students as my battered bottom came into view. "The child has suffered physical abuse to his rear, from what looks like strokes with a belt as well as some sort of stick or cane," Mik stated. "Andy, can you tell us about this?" one of the others asked. "I was bad and my Dad punished me," I replied. "He would use either his belt or a cane he had." I heard a sob and looked up to see the third student doctor wiping his eyes. Mik hadn't finished with his examination though. He obviously had very keen eyes as he asked me to part my legs. Both he and Dr Keeley bent down, shining a torch towards my hole and I knew that they could see the evidence of Billy and Jay's penetration. I felt a warm finger rub gently against my pucker. I shuddered at the touch. "The child also appears to have been sexually abused anally, and at this point, we are obligated to notify the police and social services," Mik said. He moved his hand onto my back in a gentle, comforting way. "Andy, no-one is going to hurt you again, let us take care of it." Dr Keeley was obviously taken back by my injuries and the evidence of my sexual experiences, and reached for his phone. "Wait, Dr Keeley," I said, sitting up. "Social knows about this. Frank Green is my social worker, and he's put me in the care of Mr Henderson, a teacher at my school." I saw Mik's eyes travel down my body, resting on my now exposed cock. I looked into his eyes. I felt something inside me build, and continued to stare into his dark eyes, as if challenging him to take advantage of me. He looked away as Dr Keeley opened the door and called in Mr H. I was still staring at Mik when Mr H put his arm over my shoulder, bringing me back to earth and suddenly remembered I was sat naked in front of now five men. "If you are finished with Andy, I think I want him dressed and ready to go home," Mr H demanded. Receiving a nod from Dr Keeley, I grabbed my clothes and pulled them on. As I was leaving the room, Mik pressed a card into my hand and told me it had his work and personal contact details on it. "Young Mikka here, on top of training to be a paediatrician, is also training in psychology. You may want to give him a call to talk things through Andy," Dr Keeley said. I nodded at both of them and left under the guidance of Mr Henderson. We walked into the reception area and Mr H pulled out his phone and called a taxi. "My car is still at school so we'll need a lift back there to pick it up." As we waited for the taxi, I could sense Mr H's attention on me. I tried my best to ignore it but it finally got too much. "Why do you want me to come and live with you?" I asked. "Do you want to fuck me as well?" Fortunately there was no-one within hearing distance as I made my outburst. Mr H just looked at me sadly. "No Andy I don't," he started. "That's not to say you're not a great lad, a very attractive and considerate one as well, but I have never contemplated forming a relationship with any of my students, or anyone underage for that matter!" My head dropped into my chest as I realised I'd just accused him of being a paedophile. "Ummm, I didn't mean it like that Mr H," I started to backtrack. "Yes you did Andy, and I don't blame you for it," he responded. "However, I think we should continue this at home and not in public don't you?" I nodded my agreement just as the taxi turned up. It was a short drive back to the school where we got into his car and were soon on our way to the Giles's to pick up my things. We had a few minutes in their house, with all three of the Giles clan hugging me, and a few tears were spilled as I picked up my stuff and headed back out into Mr H's car. I glanced over my shoulder at my old home and saw my Mom, again staring at me from the window. I dumped my bags into the back of Mr H's car and, gathering my courage, made my way up the path to my old front door. I hardly had time to knock when it was almost ripped open and I was enveloped into a bearhug from my Mom. What I am thinking, she's not my Mom!! "Oh Andy, I'm so sorry things worked out this way," she sobbed. I broke down in her embrace and was soon aware of Mr Henderson and the Giles's behind me. "Jane, you need to let Andy get his things and go with Mr Henderson," Tim growled. Mom looked up shocked at the roughness of Tim's voice. She nodded at me and let me pass. I ran upstairs and grabbed a couple of sports bags and shoved a collection of clothes, books and games into them. I struggled to lift the bags over my shoulders, and staggered down the stairs and back to the front door. I saw my Mom in a semi-heated argument with Mrs Giles and automatically sprung to her defence. I guess that twelve years of training gets ingrained into your psyche. My mom grabbed me back into a hug and blubbered an apology about not knowing that my dad beat me. I pushed away from her and picked up my bags. I held back the obvious retort that if she had cared about me, she would have noticed. I pecked her on the cheek and headed towards Mr H's car. I received another round of bear hugs from the Giles, including a very tight one from Tim, before getting into the front seat of the car. Mr H pulled away from the kerb and I looked at my former home for the last time. It was an uncomfortably silent five minute drive to Mr Henderson's house. I stared in awe as we pulled up in the drive. His house was HUGE!! The drive curved through a massive front lawn and garden upto the middle of a three story house. Mr H must have seen my jaw dropping as he reached over and pushed my chin up, laughing. "Just because I'm a teacher, doesn't mean I have to live like a pauper!" he chuckled. I got out of the car, still gawping around, and picked my stuff up and moved towards the front door. Just as we reached it, it opened and I was standing in the presence of a Greek Adonis. This guy was a hunk major time! "Hey you must be Andy," the god said to me. "I assume that my better half hasn't told you about me, I'm Kevin." Kevin reached out and took two of my bags and ushered me inside. I followed like a puppy and could hear Mr H chuckling away to himself behind me. "Andy, I'm sorry for not telling you about Kevin earlier, but it is still a bit of a sensitive issue at the school." "Urm, that's okay Mr H," I drooled out, just about keeping my tongue in my mouth. "That's another thing," Mr H started. "While we're at home, you can call me Chris." I nodded, as he added, "However, call me that at school or at training and you'll be in detention or running laps before you can draw breath!!" He moved into me and grabbed me. I tensed up immediately expecting to be hit but was soon squirming under the assault of his fingers digging into my ribs tickling me. Kevin, hearing my screams, came to my rescue and pulled me away from Mr H, sorry, Chris,. "Leave the poor boy alone," Kev demanded. "The only person who gets away with tickling in this house is me!!" I wasn't quite quick enough as Kev then started his attack on me. After a couple of minutes of me begging to be let up before a major accident happened, Kev relented and pulled me to my feet. He put his arm around my shoulder and led me into the kitchen, where a mixture of smells battered my nose. "Aw man that smells good," I exclaimed. "Chicken breast smothered with barbeque sauce, wrapped in bacon, topped with melted brie, served with rice, wild mushrooms and smokey southern sauce. Hope you're hungry." Kevin said. If I could have had an orgasm through eating, I would have had a multiple one there and then. I wanted to reprise Meg Ryan's role in `When Harry Met Sally' it was that good. We talked about anything and everything, with the exception of my situation and experiences. I discovered Chris and Kevin had met three years previously and had been living together for two. Kevin was the only son to a wealthy businessman, and owned a chain of restaurants which he cheffed in when he wanted to. When we finished, Chris led me upstairs and showed me into a double bedroom. My bags were at the bottom of a huge double bed. Chris showed me an en-suite bathroom that was mine, all mine, I was told. "Don't worry about unpacking tonight Andy," Chris said. "I picked out a shirt, which we'll get ironed for you for tomorrow, and you can sort out everything else after school." "Thanks again Mr H, um, Chris," I said, grabbing him into a hug. "I'm sorry about my comment earlier. Let's face it, why would you want to have sex with me when you've got someone like Kev!" Chris pushed me out of the hug and sat me on the bed, looking concerned at me. "Andy, for a start, just because a guy takes an interest in your well being, he isn't necessarily after sex. Admittedly there are a few men who would take advantage of you, but I won't. Secondly, though I shouldn't admit it, you are certainly attractive enough to tickle any gay man's fancy. Thirdly, don't even think about trying to seduce Kevin because he's mine, you hear!!" I giggled at the last statement and fell into Chris's hug again. "Now, get changed for bed and have a good night's sleep." "Thanks for everything Mr H," I said, not wanting to let go of the hug. I heard a knock on the door and saw Kev enter the room. He pulled both of us into a hug, and said, "I don't know everything of what you've been through Andy, and to be honest, I don't know if I want to because I'd end up hurting people. I'm here for you and so is Chris okay. For now, we're you're family and buddies so if you ever want to talk about anything, tell either of us." I nodded, and felt him release the hug. "Now if you don't mind, can I have my husband back so I can get a hug or two before bed." Mr H blushed as I cracked up and shooed them out the door. I heard Kevin giggling like a little boy as they went down the hallway. I poked my head into the bathroom and saw a huge bath and, not being able to resist, ran the water, dumped far too much bubble bath into it and stripped off. As I lay, soaking in the hot water, my mind refused to just lay there with me. I kept playing over and over the feeling of Kevin's hands on me, of Chris's arms around me. My right hand moved down to my cock that was already at full mast, and started a slow stroking rhythm. As I played back those feelings, I also remembered the feel of Dr Mik's hand on my hole. God what is wrong with me, I thought as my left hand probed past my ball sac and found my pucker. Here I am, the victim of several sexual attacks, and all I can think off is how hot some of them were. My first two fingers pushed past my tight ring and I moaned loudly, slopping some water over the side of the bath. I picked up speed on my stroking as my fingers hit my prostate. More water went over the edge and I was in a world of my own as I felt my orgasm building. My hand was a blur on my dick as it milked my body, looking for my special cream. My toes curled suddenly as the first spasm hit me, sending a wave of water over the rim of the bath. My cum burst free from my sac and spurted up and over my face. Five or six more spurts followed as my orgasm hit my teen body. I slipped down into the water as I lost my footing and gasped as I swallowed some of the water. I shuddered as the last of my spunk dribbled out. I looked around, guiltily, thinking that Chris and Kevin would be bounding in to chuck me out, but was greeted by the closed bathroom door. I washed off and pulled the plug. Using both white fluffy towels, heated of course, I dried off and mopped up the spillages. I wandered naked back into my new bedroom and climbed into bed, exhausted. I remember thanking God, or someone of a higher power anyway, for bringing Chris and Kev into my life, before dozing off. Coming Soon Chapter Nine Can Life Get Any Better? Well, Andy is now being taken care of by Mr Henderson, who seems to care a great deal for him, without wanting sex in return. Kevin's wealth also seems to be perfect to set up a stable home for him. Maybe now Andy can concentrate on his schooling and football, talk through any problems with the two guys looking after him and settle into a comfortable life. Then again, am I that nice???? Again, thanks to everyone for their messages of support over the last couple of weeks. It's been a tough ride but I know I can come through it stronger. Also, please remember that although some of this story is based on true events, most of it is made up. My folks are great and have never beat me, only shown me true support and love.