Date: Sun, 4 Mar 2012 18:37:28 -0800 (PST) From: John Jones Subject: My Delinquent Godson Part 8 My Delinquent Godson Part 8 Aprof2motivateu@yahoo.com Disclaimer: The following is a work of homerotic fiction involving an adult and teen. Do not read if it is illegal where you reside or if you will be offended. April passed quickly it seemed, with Ryan's routine of school work, exercise, and chores. He moved from collecting wood to splitting it by hand, having about 4 cords to complete by Fall. The poor kid could barely move at first, as his lats, shoulders, back, and triceps were so not used to the work. However, it agreed with him he had grown at least two inches, overnight it seemed. Gone was the babyfat, and in its place was at least an OK 6 pack, clearly on its way to more. He had about the ideal build for an almost 15 year old boy, and when we took the April picture and he could see the difference, he chattered about it for days and of course had to send the picture to his dad. We had no incidents of needing to punish him beyond a couple of mouth soapings. Weekends were spent shooting, but also out on the water as we got the dock in for the season and began to kayak, canoe, and sail. I required strict adherence to using a life jacket and safe boating in general, but he was familiar with those rules from prior summers and did not break them. Hiking was a frequent weekend past time, as was fly fishing. He no longer was winded when we exercised, and indeed cold hike quickly up a steep trail with a pack and barely break a sweat. Of course, the 4 wheelers were his fascination. I took the position that he was not yet ready to just ride wherever he wanted to on the land without me, but we began to take separate four wheelers out together. Helmets and protective gear were required, of course. Ryan got to know some of my friends as well. My monthly poker game had the sheriff, the doctor who had so disapproved of Ryan's condition, a man from the power company, and the man who owns the Summer camp at the main road that we drive by each day. Ryan learned to be polite to all of them, and even learned to fetch beer and snacks and help serve food to my guests. Hygiene was no longer an issue. As he took pride in his new body, he took a couple of showers a day, undoubtedly making certain there were no more wet dreams. Ryan also opened up a lot about his feelings about his mom, his guilt, and his seeing himself as a bad boy. His self esteem started to improve. However, I had a concern about Ryan. He needed to be around other kids his age, or at least boys his age. I thought long and hard about how to make that happen, then talked to Chad Smith and his wife, the owners of the Sumer camp. The campers themselves were all kids who were under 15, with some "CIT"S who were 16 and 17, and a camp maintenance crew of 17 to 21 year olds. We agreed that Ryan was not ready to be a counselor as he had never camped there before, but that his boating skills, and his newfound ability to cook would make him useful at the little snack bar and checking in and out the canoes, rowboats, and kayaks to the kids as well as keeping the equipment clean. The job paid $10 an hour, a respectable amount for a boy with no expenses! Most importantly, it would get him around boys and girls his own age, and some a little older. Chad and I spoke with Ryan about the opportunity, and he was excited about it. However, it was also made clear that he was expected to conduct himself as a model of behavior and judgment there, made more important by the presence of some of the younger kids. Ryan redoubled is efforts on the computer based schooling program, and actually finished by May 15. I was impressed and told him so. To celebrate, we took a trip south to the outlet malls and got him all of the kind of clothing he would need for the Summer. We bought nice board shorts; nice t shirts; polo shirts; shades that he looked good in; a couple of hats; sandals; and new hiking boots and running shoes. We also got him some khakis, a dress shirt and tie, and a blazer as well as dress shoes for special events. The item though he was most happy with was not what one would expect. I took him into the Hanes outlet and told him to buy whatever underwear he wanted. I told him that he was behaving like a man, being responsible like one, and therefore should be wearing men's underwear. He beamed at this, and wound up picking up navy blue and also some striped nice cotton boxer briefs: the kinds that give support but look like boxers. To my amusement, he liked them so much that for the first week back at the house it was hard to get him to wear anything over them, but that was understandable as he was developing quite the body to show off, and privately I realized that I enjoyed checking him out. On May 20th, he began working 8 hours a day on the camp set up. His regular hours would be Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday from 11 to 4 once the camp opened, but he was working full time to get everything ready. He learned to paint, put docks together, sand and varnish oars, clean sails, tie the required knots, clean a fryer, follow food hygiene practices, and lots of other useful things. He also seemed to come into his own with this new responsibility, taking great pride in what he was doing. Ryan's confidence seemed to burgeon. The other kids seemed to like him, and one particular older boy named Jacob who was 19 seemed to take a shine to Ryan. They seemed like fast friends from day one, and Ryan asked about having Jacob stay at our house from time to time, which I was fine with as he seemed to be a nice kid. On May 27th, Ryan turned 15. I threw a birthday party for him and a dozen of the workers from the camp came over for it. A large cake was baked, I put in a float off our dock with a trampoline in it for the kids, burgers and dogs were cooked, and everyone seemed to have fun. There was even a cute little girl of 16 named Susie who clearly thought Ryan was the greatest, and kept trying to get his attention. As we do not live in a wealthy community, a 20 dollar limit was set on gifts, and Ryan got lots of thoughtful gifts that would come in handy and reflected that people knew he liked to fish and liked the outdoors. I did not present him with my gift until the others had gone home though as it would have seemed overly lavish to them. I bought Ryan a new CAT 4 wheeler, top of the line. He jumped up and down like a 6 year old and even cried when he got it. I sternly laid down the rules of operation for it and told him that if he broke them he would lose it and in any case wouldn't be sitting on anything for a month, much less 4 wheeling. On June 7, the first crew of campers arrived. I allowed Ryan to ride his 4 wheeler to and from the camp, and gave him up to an hour to get home afterward so he could dawdle and chat with his peers without having to race home too quickly. Jacob and one or two other boys would show up sometimes for the weekend and would be welcome in my home as well. The whole house had a new energy and positive feel to it, at first. However, something seemed to change in Ryan around late June. I could not put my finger on it, but he was becoming sullen again. He looked preoccupied as well. Sometimes he would cry for no real reason. I showed concern, held him when he cried, made sure he wasn't doing drugs, and tried to find out what was going on. All he would say was that he "is going to deal with it myself" and to give him space. Then on the Friday before the July 4th Holiday, Chuck the owner of the camp called me and asked me to come right over. In his office was Ryan, crying. Laid out in front on the desk was Ryan's backpack, but it had two IPODs in it. Ryan does not own an IPOD. Chuck explained that the IPODs had gone missing from some campers, and that he called the young staff together and went through their backpacks: Ryan had them in his. I was pretty shocked and pretty angry about it, jumping to the conclusion that Ryan was guilty. However, once he stopped crying long enough to talk, he insisted on his innocence. I reminded him that there was a razor strap with his name on it at home for lying and he said "Go ahead if you want, but I'm not lying and I'm not going to admit to doing something I didn't do". I then asked him, with Chuck present, if he knew how the IPODs got in his backpack and he sniffled out "I got set up". Chuck then asked "who would do that"? Ryan replied "I can't tell you..." I was inclined to believe Ryan at this point, Chuck was not. We excused Ryan to wait outside and spoke. I would take Ryan home and see if I could get to the bottom of it. If Ryan could prove his innocence, he could return to work after the Holiday. If not, he was fired. I went outside, and Ryan was crying again. I walked over and tried to give him a hug, and he pulled away rather violently saying "You don't believe me, no one does". I replied quietly: "Actually Ryan, everything in my heart is telling me you are telling the truth, but aren't able or ready to tell the whole story yet. Let's just go home, relax, and talk about it when you are ready, OK"? He looked pretty surprised and said "Yeah... sure Uncle John" and came back over to me where I gave him a hug and wiped away some of the tears. I bent down and whispered in his ear during the hug "Ryan, no matter what anyone else thinks, I love you and know you are a great kid. I also believe in you". After making sure that he was safe to drive his 4 wheeler, I had him follow me, at a conservative speed, back to the house. It was about 4 by then, but nowhere near dusk as the days were lengthening rapidly. I sat him down in the living room when we got there and opened the conversation: "Hey Ryan", I said. "I'm going to cook us a little something. I want you to take a long hot shower, then come on out in your board shirts and whatever else is comfortable". So while he got cleaned up, not that he was dirty but I wanted him to have some time and I needed some time to think, I just whipped up something I wouldn't normally serve: those high fat nasty nachos that kids love, with the sliced jalapenos on top. When he came out, I said "Hey, let's go eat down on the dock and talk". We went down, sat down with our feet in the water and put the platter between us. I had a beer, he had a coke. We sat eating for about 5 minutes, watching a pair of loons fish, and occasionally giggling as the little blue gills that live under docks gave nips to our toes as they are prone to do. I then spotted a bald eagle coming toward us over the lake and pointed it out to Ryan, just as it dove and grabbed a good sized fish. "So Ryan, you haven't been yourself for a few weeks I noticed" I said. "Uh Yeah, I know... been upset" he replied. "Also noticed that you haven't said much about your older buddy Jacob. Seemed like you were always together before" I observed. "Uh yeah, I kinda had enough of him" Ryan said, then looked away. I could see a tear from on his face. "Something happen?" I asked. "Yeah don't' know if I can talk about it" he said. "I understand" I replied, then I sat quietly drinking my beer. "Uncle John, you ever really trust someone and have them be a dick to you anyway" he asked. "Oh yeah Ryan, many times, more when I was younger because as I got older I learned to trust fewer people" I said. "Is he the one that set you up" I asked. "Yeah" said Ryan. "So how come you couldn't talk about it" I asked. "Cause I couldn't and I'm really embarrassed" he said. "Got something to do with our secret"? I asked. "What secret?" he said. "Well the one you kind of old me about when you were asking me about being married last month" I replied. "Yeah" Ryan said. "You in love with him?" I asked. "FUCK no, I HATE HIM... Oh sorry about the F word" Ryan said. "Well Ryan, sometimes we use the F word because it expresses us best. Maybe this is one of those times" I said. "Yeah... Well he kind of acted like he cared about me but he was just using me" Ryan said. "Oh?" I responded. "Yeah" came the quiet and monosyllabic answer from Ryan. "Sexually" I asked, knowing the answer already by his demeanor. "Yeah... he used me that way" Ryan said, and started to cry again. "Just stuff you wanted to do"? I asked. "No, not exactly, I mean it started that way. He saw me looking at him when we changed and asked if I wanted to touch his dick and I said yeah. Later he asked me if I wanted him to suck me off and I said yeah. Then he asked if I would suck him off and I said I wasn't sure but he kind of told me I had to so I did..." Ryan said. "OK, so kind of coerced you?" I asked. "Yeah" said Ryan. "Then what" I asked, as it seemed the story was by no means over. "Well then the next time he slept over I woke up and he was on top of me and had his dick against my asshole... I told him to stop and he told me I better let him do it or he would tell everyone I was a fag... So I let him... Hurt real bad..." Ryan said, then broke out into sobs again. I had to be very careful to maintain an even voice, as I had just found out that my 15 year old godson had been raped by a 19 year old man, or at least been blackmailed into it. "And then?" I asked. "Well that was last week and he's been demanding stuff and told me he would tell everyone about me if I didn't do it again... Then I got smart and told him I could get him in trouble so he better shut up..." Ryan said. "Ryan, that was good thinking, wow most kids wouldn't have figured that out" I said. "Yeah, well that was yesterday, so then this morning he told me I was getting fired and then the IPODs were found in my backpack" Ryan said. "What an asshole he is" I said, and Ryan wiped his nose and eyes on his arm and then nodded. "Ryan, I got to ask a couple of more questions that are more about your health, OK"? "Ah Sure Uncle John" he said. Did he use a condom when you sucked him or he sucked you? I asked. "No" said Ryan. "When he fucked you, sorry for saying it that way but I knew you would know that word, did he use one"? I asked. "No" Ryan said. "I understand Ryan" I said. "Do you think I have AIDS Uncle John" he wailed. I hugged him and said "Almost certainly the answer is no, but we will do testing to be sure you are OK". "Ryan, I have another question, why this guy? I mean why did you experiment with a guy who you didn't know that well and who proved ultimately that he couldn't be trusted and didn't have your best interests at heart" I asked. Ryan looked up at me with those teary blue eyes and said "Because the person I want to do it with won't because he's a lot older than me..." I whispered, and half sobbed... "me...?". "Yeah Uncle John..." he said. My thoughts were just racing: Christ, in some way I was responsible for this. I wanted to go over and kill Jacob for what he did to Ryan. I wanted to do so many things. I decided I should do nothing for now and just sit. "Hey Ryan. Looks like we finished our chips, Let's go inside and cook a real dinner, then later we will talk some more, OK"? "Sure Uncle John... uh thanks..." said Ryan. "What for?" I asked. "Well believing me and listening and holding me and caring" said Ryan. I gave him about a 30 second hug before we headed up to the house. After supper, we went back outside and built a bonfire with some of the wood that Ryan had Split. He was up to about 2 cords of hand split wood already, and even if you just looked at his chest and shoulders without seeing all that wood you would have guessed that he had split quite a lot of it. I reopened the topic by saying "so Ryan, I guess we got to figure out what to do, so maybe I can start by talking about the options, OK?" I asked. "Well one option is that we would go to the Sheriff and report this. It was technically a rape and was sexual abuse of a minor. That would put Jacob in jail for a long time. However, there would be a big trial; lots of news; and you would have to testify. Might protect other kids from him though" I said. "We could just do nothing, let you get fired, and move on. But that messes up your reputation and also rewards Jacob for being a prick. Another option is that your Uncle John could just kill him and bury the body, just kidding Ryan though the thought has crossed my mind" I said. "I like option 3" said Ryan, and giggled. "Another option is to scare the hell out of him, make him understand that you can put him in jail at any time, make him admit to the IPODs and quit his job, and make him never come near you again" I said. "Uh I like that one Uncle John, but how could we make that happen"? He asked. "That won't be a problem Ryan. I want you to call Jacob and tell him to be here at 10 am. Tell him then he doesn't show up, he is going to jail". I handed Ryan the phone and listened on beside him as he did it. "Hello Jacob, this is Ryan" I heard him say. "Yeah fag, what's up? Told you I'd get you" I heard his reply. "Be here tomorrow at 10 am to meet with me and my Godfather or you are going to jail" Ryan said bravely. "Don't you fucking threaten me faggot" I heard, then I grabbed the phone. "Jacob, you are in no position to negotiate here. Get your ass here at 10 am or the sheriff who is my friend will be arresting you so that the DA whose election I funded can prosecute you so that you can then go to the prison where you will be the favorite entertainment of every large well hung homosexual for the next 5 years. Do you understand me?" I said. "Uh... yeah I'll be there" he said, in a much more deflated voice. "Oh, and you aren't going to be hurt, but it is in your best interest to keep this whole meeting private between us. It will take less than an hour" I said, then hung up the phone. I looked over to Ryan and said "hey, let's hit the Jacuzzi and relax, then go to bed early. We have some preparation to do in the morning I said". Ryan looked up at me, with a really worried countenance, and so I said "Ryan, don't worry, I got this covered". "OK Uncle John" he said and we spent the rest of the evening relaxing.