Date: Fri, 17 Dec 1999 17:45:30 -0500
From: Stan <fsw99@mindspring.com>
Subject: Sam Finds a New Father

Warning! This story contains sex between boys and between a boy and a
man. If you are under age, or you do not approve of stories like this, you
should not read further.

This is my second story I have submitted. If you like this story, check out
my first titled "Billy and Jim" in this same section.

			  Sam Finds a New Father

I love the Art Museum. I go as much as I can, when I am caught up in my
studies. I was walking up to the entrance, late in the afternoon, when I
spotted another boy about my age sitting on the steps in the corner,
sobbing. He was a good looking boy, with medium length blonde hair, so I
walked over to see if I could help in any way. I sat down next to him and
said, "Hey, my name is Billy. What is wrong?"

He quickly looked up, then turned his head away from me, clearly ashamed
that he was crying in public.

"It's nothing. Just leave me alone, OK?", he answered.

I looked around him and noticed the suitcase he had by his side for the
first time. He was running away, I would bet anything on it. "Look, if you
will just talk to me, maybe I can help. My name is Billy. I have been
through some tough times myself, probably tougher than what you are going
through. I think you are thinking about running away. I ran away from my
family last year. If you need a place to stay until you know what you are
going to do, maybe I can help you out there, too."

He looked back at me, startled. It was as if I had read his mind. "How did
you know?", he asked, wiping away the tears with the back of his hand.

"I told you I ran away myself. You look just like I did when I first ran
away. The suitcase by your side also kind of gave you away. Most boys by
themselves in downtown Atlanta don't carry a suitcase with them.", I
answered.

"Oh, yeah. I forgot about that.", he said, and gave me a slight smile.

"Look, why don't you come over to my house for a while. I can fix us
something to eat, and we can talk. Maybe I can give you a few pointers.
Life on the street can be really tough. Especially, once it gets late at
night. You can easily get robbed, beaten up, and even raped, if you are not
careful." He flinched visibly when I said raped, and another piece of the
puzzle came together.  He hesitated, so I said, "Hey, you might not get
another offer for a free meal anytime soon. My Dad is a lawyer, and he also
might be able to help. We have a big house with lots of extra bedrooms, and
he probably would let you spend a couple of nights until you know what you
are going to do. You have to have a plan, or the streets will eat you up. I
know, I have been there.  What do you say?"

Sam thought it all over in his head. What choice do I have? I don't have
lots of money, and I sure don't want someone taking it from me. And the
other thing that Billy said, I sure don't want that happening again. I
looked up at Billy, and said, "Why are you doing this for me? You don't
know me. You have never seen me before."

He answered, "People helped me when I was in the same situation, so I just
try to help other kids when I can. Kind of repaying my debts, you know?
Now, come on, lets go."

I followed Billy to the street, where I was amazed that he flagged down a
cab. We got in, and he gave the cab driver the address, and off we went. It
didn't take long before we were out of downtown Atlanta, and in a very rich
looking neighborhood. We stopped in front of a huge house, and Billy paid
the cab driver, then we walked up the front walk. "What is your name,
anyway?", Billy asked.

"Sam", I answered quickly.

"Nice to meet you, Sam.", Billy said, smiling, and held out his hand. I met
his eyes, and shook his hand. I quickly looked away, embarrassed. I hadn't
really noticed how good looking he was.  Blonde hair, blue eyes, good
build. I hope he didn't notice that I stared at him a little too long. I
knew I liked boys for a long time, but had always been too timid to act on
my feelings.

"How old are you?", he asked.

"Thirteen. How about you?", I answered.

"The same. I thought we were about the same age.", he added.

I let him go up the stairs first, and I could not stop myself from watching
the clear impression of the bottom of his briefs showing clearly through
his white shorts as he climbed the stairs. Billy looked back at me when he
got to the top step, and may have caught me staring at his butt. I was
blushing when we entered the house, but Billy didn't seem to notice.

But he did. "Boy, Sam might like me. That would be interesting", Billy
thought to himself. "Once we get to my room, I might see how much he likes
me." "Come on, Sam, and I will give you a tour of the downstairs. It is a
great house." I led the way, finishing with the kitchen, where I made us
each a sandwich with potato chips. I got two cokes from the refrigerator
and we sat down to eat in front of the TV. The Braves were playing a day
game on the west coast, so we watched them. We made small talk about sports
while we ate, then put the dishes in the sink and headed for my room.

"Boy, your room is great", Sam said, admiringly. "How long have you lived
here?"

"Look, sit down on the bed. I'll make you a deal. I'll tell you about
myself, and you can tell me what you want to about yourself, but both of us
has to tell the truth. And if one of us asks the other a question, the
other one has to answer it truthfully. Is it a deal?", I asked.

Sam was confused, but he sat down next to me, and said, "I guess so."

"OK, but remember, you have to tell the truth. The man I live with is not
my real Dad. He helped me when I ran away, and I have been living here ever
since. He adopted me." Sam nodded, but I knew he did not have a clue of
what I was about to tell him. "My Mom died a year and a half ago. My Dad
took it real hard, and started drinking heavily. He started blaming me for
everything that went wrong, even if it was his business that was not going
good, and he started giving me beatings regularly. One night I broke a
plate when I was loading the dishwasher. It was one of my mother's favorite
plates, and I was not supposed to be using it, but all the dishes were
dirty, so I had gotten it out of the china cabinet. My Dad was already
drunk, and he went crazy, grabbed me by the arm, yelling and screaming, and
forced me into my room.

"Take off your clothes. I am going to give you the beating of your
life. You knew better than to use that plate, and now it is too late. Take
them off now!", he yelled, ripping off his belt, and holding it ready. He
had beat me many times, but had never made me strip first. I had never seem
him this mad, and I was already crying in fear.

"No, Dad, don't make me. Don't beat me. I am sorry", I said to him.

A sarcastic smile came to his lips, as he said, "The real beating is not
going to start until you are completely naked. Now, you better start
undressing, or you will just get beaten worse. If I have to make you
undress, you will be really sorry." He turned away slightly, and turned on
my stereo really loud, so no one would hear me screaming, and I tried to
make a run for the door, but he caught me at the last minute. He flung me
on the bed and landed 7 or 8 hard hits with his belt, until I was screaming
in pain, and then started tearing at my clothes. He yanked off my shoes and
socks first, then turned me over and started on my belt. I tried to fight
and kick, but he hit me hard in the stomach, knocking out all the air, and
he had my pants off before I could quit coughing and regain my senses. He
ripped off my T-shirt, tearing it in the process, then hesitated before
pulling off my briefs.

I looked him in the eye, saying, "Please don't, Dad. I'll be good.", but it
didn't do any good.

He just said, "I know you will, son, I know you will. You are going to do
anything I tell you to in the future." He then yanked down my briefs,
pulling them completely off, and started beating me again. I thought it was
finally over, when he stopped beating me, and walked into his bedroom. I
was still crying, laying on my stomach, when he came back into the
room. Before I knew what was happening, he turned me over, pulling me down
towards him by my legs, spreading them wide, and then he shoved his dick up
my ass and fucked me. I yelled as loud as I could, because it hurt really
bad, but it didn't stop him. When it was finally over, he got off of me,
and went into his room without another word. He fell asleep across his bed,
and didn't get up again until the next morning."  .  Sam was staring at me
with his mouth wide open. He hadn't spoken a word since I started telling
him my story. "I ran away the next day while he was at work. I lived on the
street for about a week, until Jim found me. I have been very lucky. I
could easily be dead right now. Who raped you? Was it your Dad?", he asked
softly.

His look changed from astonishment to terror quickly. Tears started forming
at the corner of his eyes, and he looked away quickly. "You promised to
tell the truth, remember? It helps to talk about it. I know. If you keep it
bottled up in side yourself, it only makes it worse."

He did not look at me, but did say, in a small voice, "It was my mother's
boyfriend." Tears started flowing freely, and I pulled him towards me, and
let him cry on my shoulder.

"That's OK, cry it out. Let out all the pain, and you can start to get over
it. Then we can talk to my Dad and decide what we are going to do next. He
can put your mother's boyfriend in jail for a long time, if that is what
you want to do."

We held each other tight for a long time, until he recovered enough to pull
away from me.  "Thanks, I needed that", he said.

"No problem", I answered, smiling at him.

He smiled back a little, and asked, "How did he come to adopt you"

I smiled once again, and said, "Jim adopted me after we became lovers. We
have sex together whenever we both want to. He has never made me do
anything I didn't want to do, but I am always horny, and I enjoy sex
probably more than he does."

Sam was staring at me with an even greater look of astonishment. "I don't
believe you", he said softly.

"Well, I can make you believe me, if you want. I have never had sex with a
boy my age, and I would really like us to get together, right now. Do you
want to? All we have to do is give each other a hand job. I would like
that, and I think you would, too. Come on, it will be fun.", he said.

What Billy had said was making my head spin. I really wanted to do it, but
I was too embarrassed to tell him. I also really wanted to see him naked,
but what if he was just kidding? "I don't know, Billy.", was all I could
make myself say.

Billy just grinned, and stood up. "Ah, come on. I am really horny now, and
I am going to beat off, with or without you. It sure would be lots more fun
with you than without you.", he said as he slowly pulled his T-shirt over
his head. Hew kicked off his shoes, and rapidly pulled off his socks. He
had a good looking chest, and was very tan. He walked closer to where I was
sitting.  "Come on, no one will ever know. You can even take off my shorts,
before you have to take off any of your clothes. You want to take my shorts
off, or do you want me to do it? Come on, I know you want to. Please?"

I was struck dumb. I couldn't say a word, I just stared back at Billy with
my mouth hanging open. Billy just smiled and said, "Come on, don't be
bashful." He started slowly unbuckling his belt, and I stared as he
continued. "We can have lots of fun together. I want to, and I think you
do, too.", he finished, as he opened the front of his shorts, revealing the
top of his white briefs, but did not pull them down any further, his hands
falling to his side.

I looked up at Billy, and could see that he was not kidding around. I
couldn't stop myself, I had to see the rest of him. I watched in amazement
as my hands, almost with a mind of their own, reached out and slid his
shorts slowly to the floor, revealing the imprint of his penis sticking out
straight in front of his briefs. Billy grabbed my hands and pulled me to my
feet, and then reached between my legs and started massaging my balls. It
caught me by surprise, and I grabbed his naked shoulders to steady
myself. He just smiled at me, and grabbed my right hand with his left.  He
slowly guided it down his chest, over his underwear, and between his legs.

I did not resist, and immediately began enjoying myself. I did not even
mind when I heard him whisper, "Let's get you out of your clothes, too."
His right hand continued to stroke my penis and balls through my shorts and
underwear, as his left opened the front of my shorts. Quickly, they were
pulled down, and I stepped out of them. He quickly pulled off my t-shirt,
and all I had on was my briefs and socks and shoes. "Take off your shoes
and socks first.", he commanded. I did as I was told, like I was in a
daze. "Why don't you take off my underwear first, Sam? Then I will take off
yours.", he said huskily. I hesitated for a second, then my lust won out,
and I reached for the band of his briefs. They quickly hit the floor, and
he stepped out of them, let me stare for a moment, and then reached for
me. I blushed, but took a big breath and let him pull them off. He
immediately reached for my penis, and I returned the favor. Quickly, we
were beating each other off with a frenzy. We both came at about the same
time, shooting all over each other's stomach and chest.

"That was great. I thought you might like boys like I do. I think we can be
really good friends, what do you think?", he asked.

I just grinned back at him. "I think we are already pretty good friends.",
I answered.

We both just giggled, and he said, "Let's take a quick shower together, and
wash off all this mess. Then, we can start thinking about how to solve your
problem."

I eagerly agreed, and followed him into the bathroom. He had a stand-alone
shower with glass doors. He turned on the water to get it hot, and we
waited, smiling at each other and looking at each other's bodies openly. It
was like a barrier had been lifted in my sexuality. I liked Billy and I
liked to look at him. I didn't care if he knew, and I also saw he liked
looking at me. I had lost any embarrassment of being naked in front of
someone else that I would have felt before.

The water finally got hot enough, and Billy stepped in. I was going to wait
until he was finished, but he said, "Come on in. There is plenty of room
for both of us. Taking a shower with someone else is lots better than
taking one by yourself."

I had never taken a shower with anyone else, but I had never done what we
had just done with anyone else either. I enjoyed the first part, and I was
sure I would enjoy the shower with Billy, so I also stepped in. Once we
were both wet, Billy didn't waste a moment. He grabbed the soap and started
rubbing it across my chest and stomach. When he had enough soap suds built
up, he handed me the bar. I didn't need to be told what to do, I eagerly
repeated his actions. His hands slid all over my body, aided by the slick
film of soap suds. I tried to reciprocate, but I was lost in the new
feelings. He massaged and pinched my nipples until I was hard once more. I
had just cum, but I was hard as a rock once again. I was amazed, but
glad. He moved to the side, letting the water wash over my chest and
stomach for a second or two.  I thought my pleasure was over, but he
grabbed the soap, and knelt in front of me, pushing me against the wall. I
didn't know what he was doing, until I felt him take my penis into his
mouth and start sucking. Immediately, this was the best feeling I had ever
felt. I was glad for the shower wall behind my back, or I might have fallen
down. Billy went slow this time, using his tongue to slide around the shaft
and the head of my penis. I thought nothing could feel this good, until I
felt one of Billy's fingers, slicked with the soap he had carried down with
him, find the opening to my anus and push through. He immediately found my
prostate, which I didn't even dream existed, and massaged it while sucking
more aggressively. I was lost in the feeling, and I came almost
immediately.

I was staggered, and almost fell in the shower. Billy caught me, however,
and helped me to rinse off and get out after he had shut the water off. He
dried me, as I leaned back against the sink, with my eyes closed. Once I
recovered, I looked at him. He was drying himself off, with a big grin on
his face. "Awesome, wasn't it? The shower is one of my favorite places to
have sex. Can you finish drying yourself, or are you still too weak?", he
giggled.

I giggled with him. That had to be the best I had ever experienced, and I
was still riding the best high I had ever felt. We dried our bodies, and I
followed him back into his bedroom. I never even thought about the fact
that I was naked. I didn't care any more.

"How did you like your first experience of oral sex, Sam? You seemed to
like it a lot.", he laughed.

"It was wonderful!", I answered quickly. That broke him up, and I laughed
with him.

"You tasted great. You think you might return the favor? It's only fair,
you know.", he said, smiling at me.

I blushed, but did not say no. I think I wanted to do it, but was too shy
to say so.

"Come on, just try it. I'll lay down on the bed and you can lay between my
legs. Just try licking the head to start with. Just go as far as you want
to. If you decide you don't want to do it, you can just give me a hand job,
and we will be even. OK?", he asked softly.

I didn't have to do it if I didn't want to? I could just beat him off? That
made up my mind for me, and I nodded my head in approval.

Billy didn't waste any time in laying down on the bed. His penis was rock
hard, sticking straight up at the ceiling. I nervously laid down between
his legs and stared at his penis. Reluctantly, I licked the head. It didn't
taste bad, it had virtually no taste at all. I licked around the shaft a
little, and heard a moan escape from Billy's lips. I got braver, and took
part of it into my mouth, making sure to keep my teeth out of the way. This
might have been my first time doing this, but I knew teeth would not feel
good.

"Slide your head up and down, Sam. You are doing great.", Billy said.

I found I really liked what I was doing, and I went at my task with
enthusiasm. I sucked him eagerly, and would have kept going except I heard
someone clearing their throat close to us. I took my mouth away from Billy,
and looked up quickly. A man of about forty was standing close to us,
staring.

"Oh, shit", I said, jumping up off the bed, and blushing fiercely. I
covered my genitals with my hands and wished I was dead.

Billy looked up. "Don't worry about it Sam. This is my Dad. You are home
early, aren't you?", Billy said, jumping up and giving the man a kiss on
the mouth.

"Billy, you and your friend get dressed. I think you both owe me an
explanation, don't you?  Come downstairs when you are dressed.", he
ordered, walking out of the room.

"Are we in big trouble?", I asked quickly.

"No, he just had to make sure that no one finds out about him and me. He
could go to jail, you know. He isn't really mad, but I am supposed to clear
anything like this with him first. He is a big pussycat, though. He loves
me a lot. You'll see. Just let me do the talking.", Billy answered
confidently. "Let's hurry up and get dressed."

I pulled on my clothes in a record time. I was still scared to death. I
nervously followed Billy down to the den, where his father was sitting in a
chair with a drink in his hand, waiting on us.  "Dad, this is Sam. His
mother's boy friend raped him. He ran away, and I met him at the Art
Museum. I couldn't just leave him there. We have to help him.", Billy said
slowly.

"When did this happen, Sam?", he asked quietly.

I blushed fiercely, and Billy guided me to the couch before I had to
answer. He sat next to me, with his arm around my shoulder to give me
comfort. He knew it would be hard to talk about.

"Two nights ago. My Mom was working late that night. He had been drinking a
lot, and snorting cocaine right in front of me. He told me to come over and
sit next to him on the couch. I did, and he started rubbing his hands all
over my body. I told him to stop, but he wouldn't. I got away from him, and
ran to my room. He yelled at me to come back, but I wouldn't. I locked the
door, and thought I was safe. I was scared and did not know what to do. I
decided to go to bed and wait for my Mom to get home. I fell asleep.

I woke up with him pulling off my underpants. That's all I wear to bed at
night, so I was naked, and so was he. He had picked the lock while I was
asleep. He had put Vaseline on his dick already. I found the open jar the
next morning. Before I could try to get away, he pulled me up by my legs,
forced them back by my head, and pushed his dick inside me. I ... I ...", I
stammered, and broke down crying.

Jim couldn't take it. As a boy lover, he couldn't stand to see a boy in
torment. All anger had faded away, and he got up and sat down next to me
and pulled me to him. I allowed myself to be pulled to his chest, and I
cried on his shoulder like a little baby. He let me cry myself out, gently
rocking me back and forth. I could feel Billy's hands rubbing my back.

Finally, I felt a little better, and quit crying. Jim got out his
handkerchief and dried my eyes and face. "Do you feel like talking some
more now, Sam? I know it is hard, but I need to know everything if I am
going to help you.", he said.

"You'll help me? Why, you don't even know me.", I stammered.

"I always help any boy who has been abused this way. I helped Billy, and he
was not nearly the first. He was the only one I ever fell in love with,
though.", he said. He and Billy looked at each other and smiled. I could
easily tell they loved each other a lot.

"See, I am a partner in a big law firm. I don't take many cases any more,
just the one's I want to.  I will either take your case or give it to one
of the other lawyers, depending on the rest of your story. One of us will
help you, though. I promise. Now, can you finish your story?", he asked.

I nodded, and continued. "I tried to scream, but he stuffed a sock in my
mouth. It hurt really bad, but I couldn't do anything about it. He went on
and on. I never thought it would end, but it finally did. I think I must
have passed out, because I didn't wake up until the next morning. He had
cleaned me up, and put back on my briefs. He and Mom were still asleep in
their bedroom. I got dressed and went into the living room to wait until
they got up. I was so mad at him, and I wanted Mom to call the police.

"When they got up, both of them walked in like nothing was wrong. I yelled
at him, calling him a bastard, and told Mom what he did last night. He just
laughed, and said he had caught me yesterday in bed with another boy, and
he had made me mad when he threw the other boy out of the house. He said I
had threatened to tell her he had done it to get revenge. Mom slapped me,
and said that I was trash. She believed everything he had said.", I said,
tears starting once more.

"What do you want me to do? If we put him in jail, do you want to go back
and live with your mother?", he asked gently.

"No. I hate her, too. She is a stripper, and goes from one boyfriend to
another quickly. None of them are good to me, and several have beaten me
for the least little thing. I don't want to ever go back there. But, I
don't have anywhere else to go.", I said, breaking down once more.

"That's all right, Sam. You don't have to go back if you don't want to. One
thing you have to do is see a doctor friend of mine. I need his testimony
and some pictures to use if I need evidence.  Let me make a few telephone
calls. Billy, take Sam with you and make me another drink, OK?", he asked.

"Sure, Dad. Come on, Sam.", he said.

I followed him into the kitchen, still dazed. That had been hard on me to
relive all of it, and I was glad it was over. At least, for now.

"I told you Dad would help you. He is a great guy. Maybe we could find you
a friend to live with. Someone who would love you as much as you would love
him.", Billy said.

"I don't know about that. I don't think I could ever trust a man again.", I
stated flatly.

Billy returned the drink to his Dad, and we went back to his room until the
phone calls were over. It didn't take long, and he soon walked in the
room. "Come on, guys, my doctor will be able to see you right away. I
called a lawyer that works for me who is a very good photographer, and he
is going to meet us there. He feels as strongly as I do about cases like
this, and he wants to meet you and take your case. He is a really nice
guy. I think you will like him. His name is Mark.", he said.

I had butterflies in my stomach all the way to the doctor's office. I
didn't even pay attention to the huge Mercedes that Jim was driving, even
though I loved cars. I dreaded having to strip in front of a doctor and a
lawyer that I had never met. I knew I didn't have any choice, though.

Mark met us in the parking lot. He was a lot younger than Jim, maybe late
twenties. He was very tan, and looked trim and strong. He was also very
good looking, which I didn't fail to notice. We shook hands, and he made
small talk with me as we entered the office. He had a very professional
looking camera with him, which just reminded me of what was coming next. He
was very nice, though, and I liked him immediately.

We weren't made to wait very long, and Mark and I were shown into a waiting
room. This must be the same doctor that they have sent other abused boys
to, because the nurse just shut the door after saying the doctor would be
right in.

"Sam, I know this is hard for you, but you need to go ahead and get
undressed. You can keep your underwear on until he comes in, but everything
else needs to be taken off, OK? I would give anything to keep you from
having to go through this, but we need his testimony and the pictures if we
are going to be able to help you. Do you understand?", he asked gently.

I looked him in the eyes, and saw concern there. He really did want to help
me. I just nodded my head, and kicked off my shoes. I pulled off my socks
and t-shirt, then looked over at him before continuing.

"It'll be over quickly, Sam. There is no need to be embarrassed. I'm sure
you don't have anything that the doctor or I don't have, or haven't seen
before. No one will make fun of you. If I could strip instead of you to
save you from having to do this, I would, but I can't. You have to trust
me, everything will be all right.", he added.

I nodded my head again, and pulled off my shorts. I blushed, standing in
front of him in nothing but my white briefs. He pulled me to him, hugging
me, and said, "It will all be over in a few minutes, Sam. I promise."

The door opened, and the doctor came in. He shook hands with Mark, so I
knew they already knew each other from the past. "Hello, Sam. My name is
Doctor Cooper. Jim has already told me about you, so I don't need any
detail from you. I just need to do a quick check to make sure you are all
right, and Mark will take a few pictures. Then you can get dressed and go
home. Is that a good deal?", he asked, smiling at me.

I nodded. What other choice did I have?

"OK, hop up on the table, and let's get this show on the road. I know both
of you would rather be somewhere else than in a stuffy doctor's office.",
he added.

He was nice. I liked him from the start. He wasn't some stuck up doctor
that wouldn't give you the time of day like some I had seen. He seemed
interested in helping me, and interested in making me at ease. I sat on the
table, and the doctor looked in my eyes and ears. He listened to my heart
and lungs. He even let me listen through the stethoscope. He took my
temperature and blood pressure. He took my height and weight. He made
little notes on my chart. Standard physical.

He pulled out an extension for my legs, and said, "OK, Sam, lie back on the
table. We are almost finished, and you can get out of here. You know, I
have four tickets for tonight's Braves game, and we are not going to use
them. They are really good seats, right behind home plate. I have had
season tickets for over fifteen years, and back when I started buying them,
the Braves couldn't give away tickets, so I almost had my choice. Would you
and Mark like to have them?"

"Oh, yeah. I would love to go.", I said happily, looking at Mark.

"Sure, I would love to take you, Sam. I'll bet Jim and Billy would love to
go, also. If we are going, we had better hurry, though. It is 5 o'clock
already.", Mark said.

I eagerly lay back down on the table. If I had to be naked in front of
these two men, at least I would get to go to the Braves game. I had never
sat close before. I quit thinking about where I was, and thought only about
the game tonight.

The doctor put on a plastic glove, got a jar of lubricant from the table
across the room, and stood next to me. I felt the doctor's hands tapping at
my thighs, as he said, "Lift up a little, Sam." I did, and felt my briefs
slide down my body and off. I didn't care. Let them look. I was excited
about the game. "Lift your legs up until your feet are on the table, OK
Sam?", he asked gently. I did as I was told, staring at the ceiling. I
could feel his fingers gently probing around my hole, and then felt one
finger gently slide in. It didn't hurt. It was nothing like I had felt
earlier. He cleaned me off, and then gently held my legs up near my face
with one arm, as Mark positioned himself in front of me and took several
pictures. I wasn't nervous. I wasn't blushing. I was comfortable around
these two men, and I was going to the Braves game!

Mark finished quickly, and then slapped my raised but with his right
hand. "OK, doc, you can let him go and he can get dressed. We can't have
him going to Braves game without any clothes on, now can we?", he kidded.

"Ow. That wasn't funny.", I fumed. I was only kidding. I liked Mark.

The doctor let my legs down, and said, "One more thing, and we can call
this a complete physical. Then, you won't have to have one for another
year. We need to do the old turn your head and cough. After what you have
already been through, that should be a piece of cake. Don't you think so,
Sam?"

"Sure, what is one more grope of my body? You have already seen everything
I have.", I kidded.

Both of them laughed out loud. I stood up and his hand went from one ball
to the other. I turned my head and coughed twice. When I turned my head
towards Mark, his eyes were watching where the doctor's hand was with
interest. I didn't care. I was going to the Braves game!

"OK, you can get dressed now, Sam. Mark, there is one thing you can do for
me. We like to post pictures of our patients on our bulletin board. Do you
think you could drop by a few of these?", he kidded. "Just to pay me back
for the tickets?"

"Over my dead body!", I yelled. "And if you do, maybe over both of your
dead bodies, too.", I threatened.

We all three burst out in laughter. "I would, doc, but I am a little scared
I might end up dead because of it. Maybe next time.", Mark kidded. "Get
dressed, champ. We need to go, if we are going to make it to the park in
time."

I had not made any attempt to put on any of my clothes. Somehow, I was
comfortable naked around both of them. I felt confident. I quickly got
dressed, with both of them watching me. I didn't care. I was going to the
Braves game!

We thanked the doctor, he gave us the tickets, and we left. Jim had already
settled the bill. I excitedly told Jim and Billy about the tickets to
tonight's game, and they immediately wanted to go.

I later found out the tickets were owned by the law firm, not the
doctor. Jim had told Mark to get them when he called the office. Jim had
given them to him to try to make me more comfortable. It sure worked. I
thanked Jim later when I found out the truth. I also found out that this
wasn't the first time he had used that same trick.

We were about to part company in the parking lot, when Mark asked, "Sam, I
have to go home and change clothes. You want to ride with me? That way, we
can get to know each other a little better, and I can ask you a few
questions about your case. Nothing major for today, I promise.  Just little
background facts. We can go into the details later. OK with you?"

I looked at Billy and Jim. "It's up to you, Sam.", Jim said.

"Sure, I'll ride with you. I'll see you both in a few minutes.", I said to
Billy and Jim. I wanted to spend a little more time with Mark. I already
liked him a lot.

We walked across the parking lot towards a new Corvette. "Is this your
car?", I asked.

"Yeah, I just got it. It has less than 500 miles. You like it?", he asked.

"Like it? I love it. When can I drive it?", I kidded.

"In about three years.", Mark kidded back.

We both got in and he cranked the car. It started with a roar. He pulled
out, and accelerated into the traffic. I was in heaven. I sure wanted one
of these when I got old enough.

We talked a little bit about my home life, school, and the few friends I
had at home. I told him I was an introvert, and had trouble making friends
my own age. He looked almost shocked when I used the term introvert. Lack
of friends had caused me to use the extra time I always seemed to have
doing my school work. I made almost straight A's, and read constantly at
home. I was determined to make something out of myself, and get away from
where I grew up.

Mark seemed pleased to hear that. He told me he had been the same way, and
had skipped two grades in school. He had started college at 16, and had
made few friends there because of his age. He had been with this law firm
ever since he graduated from law school, and was hoping to make partner
soon.

We seemed like old friends when we pulled into the parking lot of his
condos. I followed him to his condo, and we each fixed a drink before he
got changed. He added liquor for him, but none for me. "Hey, that isn't
fair. I want what you are drinking.", I kidded.

"No way, Jose. That is one of my many rules. No drinking or drugs for kids
in my house. No drugs for me, either. The liquor is the one vice I allow
myself. And everything has to be kept in it's place. No mess. Now, get with
the plan, or hit the sidewalk.", he kidded.

"OK, OK, I was only kidding.", I said quickly. I didn't want him getting
mad at me.

"I have to change clothes, and we have to hurry back to Jim's house. Come
on, you can keep me company while I get ready.", he said.

"No, I can just stay here while you change. ", I answered, embarrassed.

"Come on. We can talk while I get changed. After I took pictures of your
skinny little naked butt, I don't think we have anything to hide from each
other. If you get shy on me now, I might have to give the doctor the
pictures he wants. Now, what is it?", he kidded.

"I already told you I would kill you if you did that.", I yelled, advancing
on him.

"Oh, I am scared now. Please don't hurt me.", he laughed, and ran towards
his bedroom.

I ran after him, threatening violence. I was really having a good time with
Mark.

We calmed down when we got to his bedroom. I looked around, while he got
out clothes for the night. He got out two pairs of shorts, and several knit
shirts. "Hey, champ, what do you think I should wear tonight?", he asked
holding up the clothes. I picked out navy blue shorts and a striped Tommy
Hilfiger shirt. I had seen shirts like this worn by kids at school, but we
never seemed to have enough money to buy me nice clothes.

I watched, as he took off his shoes and socks, removed his suit, and hung
it up. He talked to me the whole time he was undressing immodestly. He
unbuttoned his dress shirt, and took it off, and was now naked except for
his Calvin Kline white briefs. He was built, and I stared at him. He
noticed, and flexed for me. "Not bad for 29, huh? I still don't have many
friends outside of work, and I spend a lot of time at my gym. Maybe I can
take you and Billy with me some time. Would you like that? They have a
basketball court, track, weight machine, a pool, everything. The gym and my
cars are the two things I allow myself to have the very best.", he said
modestly.

"Oh, yeah, I would like that. I am pretty good in basketball, but I have
never gone out for a team. I was always to self-conscious.", I added,
blushing at seeing him almost naked.

He quickly got dressed. We didn't talk any more while he finished. I was
glad, because my mind was filled with the thoughts of seeing him almost
naked. The bulge in his underwear was on my mind. I wondered how big he
was.

"OK, champ, let's go. You want to drive this time?", he asked.

"Yeah!", I exclaimed.

"Naw, I don't think is a very good idea. Maybe latter, in a parking
lot. You can reach the pedals, can't you?", he kidded.

I faked punching him in the arm, and he dodged. "Sure I can. I'll bet,
after a couple of lessons, I can drive it better than you. You just won't
give me a chance.", I said, pretending anger.

"Maybe that can be arranged. We'll see. Now, let's get going.", he
answered.

We hurried to Jim and Billy's house, and they were ready, so we quickly
left for the game. I sat in the back with Mark, and Jim and Billy sat in
front. We talked the whole way like we had known each other for years. The
tickets came with a parking pass, and we parked close to the stadium. I sat
between Billy and Mark, but I seemed to talk to Mark far more than I talked
to Billy. We had developed an immediate friendship.

The Braves won 9 to nothing. We ate so many hot dogs and popcorn, I was
stuffed. John Smoltz pitched a complete game shutout over the hated
Mets. Mark caught a foul ball one handed that Chipper Jones hit, leaning
over into the next row, and gave it to me. The crowd gave him a big round
of applause, and the TV cameras caught us celebrating. They even broadcast
it over the big replay screen in center field, and you could clearly see
all four of us after the catch. We looked like two Dad's and two sons
together at a baseball game. That was the first time I wished it was true.

I was glad to have the baseball, but those thoughts just made me realize
that I really didn't have anyone like Mark to take care of me, and I didn't
have a clue where I was going to live. I had been having a great time up
until then, but then I became moody, and was lost in my thoughts.

Everyone tried to make me feel better, but I continued to slide into a
self-inflicted funk. I answered every question in single syllable
responses, until, mercifully, the game finally ended.

As we walked back to the car, Mark put his arm around my shoulders and
tried to talk with me, but I was still too worried about my future to
respond with more than a quick response. When we got into the car, he again
put his arm around me and tried to get me to tell him what was wrong. I
couldn't tell him, all I said was "Nothing", and started sobbing. He pulled
me to him, and I cried on his chest all the way to Billy's house.

I was an emotional wreck when we got there, and all I wanted was to get
inside and away from everyone. I excused myself, and ran up to Billy's
room. Everyone but Billy didn't have a clue what was wrong with me. Billy
excused himself and followed me upstairs. Jim and Mark continued to discuss
my behavior.

I was lying on Billy's bed face down when he came in and shut the
door. "It's OK if I come in, isn't it? It is my room, so I guess I can come
in. Look, I have only just met you today, but I think I know what is wrong
with you. They don't have a clue downstairs. But, I am different from
them. I have been through what you have gone through, and I understand. You
are scared. You don't know what is going to happen to you. You have seen
how I live, and you have seen how much I love Jim and how much he loves
me. You are frightened, and also a little jealous, aren't you?", he asked
softly.

I looked up, startled. It was as if he had read my mind. "No.  Well,
maybe. How do you know so much, anyway?", I asked.

"I was in your position once, remember? You like boys, I already know
that. Do you like men, too? Like Mark? I think he likes you. You could be a
perfect match. I think I can pull it together.  All I need is your
acceptance, and your trust. You do trust me, don't you?", he asked.

"I trust you, but I don't know what I want.", I answered.

"Fine. Trust is the first step. That is enough for right now. I am going to
go down and talk to them. I'll be back in a few minutes. Just think about
what I said.", he said, and walked out.

I just stared at the ceiling, and wondered what was being said
downstairs. I was scared. Really scared. I didn't know where I would go if
they made me leave.

After about 30 minutes, Billy and Jim came into the room. Billy said, "Mark
has gone home. He wants to take us to Six Flags tomorrow. You want to go?"

"Sure", I said. I had never been to Six Flags before. I was excited all
over again.

"Great. I already told him I thought you would. If you didn't, we would
have called him later. He will pick us up at 9 o'clock, so we have to get
to bed early. Jim and I are going to make love in his bedroom. You want to
join in? Not with Dad, just with me. Sorry, he is all mine. He won't touch
you, unless you want him too. We both promise. I have always liked
threesomes, and you still owe me a blow job that he interrupted. How about
it? We suck each other off, and Jim can fuck me at the same time. It is
time you found out that fucking doesn't have to be a violent act, causing
lots of pain, it can be making love, like Dad and I do."

I blushed crimson. I didn't know what to say. I wanted to go with them, but
I was too shy to say anything.

"I know you are too shy to admit you want to. Take my hand. You said you
trusted me. This is an important step into the rest of your life. Trust me
enough to guide you into your future.", he said, holding out his hand.

I looked at Jim, who just smiled back at me. I looked at Billy, and all I
saw was love in his eyes. I took his hand, and he pulled me up to my
feet. "Look, you will scared of making love that way for the rest of your
life, until you see how wonderful it can be. All you felt was pain and
anger the first time. Come with us, and see how good it can be if you love
each other."

I hesitated, and looked at him. I knew what he had told me was the truth. I
wanted to learn. I wanted to find out the truth. I took his hand, and he
pulled me to my feet. He was surprisingly strong for his size. He held my
hand, as we walked into Jim's bedroom, where the covers were already down
around the foot of the bed.

He and Jim started to immediately undress. I was not sure of myself enough
to do likewise. Once they were completely naked, I just stared at
them. Jim's penis looked huge to me. I was suddenly frightened. "Don't be
scared, Sam. Let me help you get undressed.", he said, kneeling in front of
me. "Is it all right if Dad helps you out of your t-shirt?"

I just nodded, blushing fiercely. I lifted each foot, and Billy took off my
shoes and socks. I lifted my arms, and Jim tugged my t-shirt over my
head. Billy's hands were quickly undoing the front of my shorts, and he
pulled down both my shorts and briefs to my feet. I was naked like they
were, and was blushing crimson.

"Lay down sideways on the bed, Sam." I did as I was told, on my back. Billy
kneeled over me on his hands and knees, positioning himself so his head was
above my penis, and vice versa. I felt him take me into his mouth. It felt
as good as the last time. I hesitated, but returned the favor for him. Jim
had been rubbing some jelly on Billy's anus while we got started and had
soon penetrated him. I heard Billy moan when he entered. I knew it was not
a moan of pain, but pleasure. Jim created a rocking motion with Billy's
body, as he slowly pulled out and pushed back in. He was groaning more and
more, although the sounds were muffled by my penis in his mouth. I was
really turned on my this, and it was not long before we both came at about
the same time.

Jim stopped to let Billy recover, and when he did, he said, "Crawl out and
watch, Sam. Get real close. I want you to see how much we are liking
this. If you get hard again, crawl back under me, and we can do it again. I
usually come at least three times during sex.", he panted.

I did as I was told, and Jim started back to pleasuring Billy once
more. The moans were much louder this time. I watched in awe as Jim
continued his assault on Billy. Assault really does not describe what I was
watching, making love does.

I did get hard again, but I was more interested in watching than joining
in. I did start to massage Billy's back and shoulders, and then reached
under him and rubbed his chest and stomach, especially concentrating on his
nipples, which I found to be very sensitive. Billy came two more times,
before Jim started to really push in and out much harder. Billy was almost
shouting with his pleasure. Then, they both came together, and Jim
collapsed on top of Billy, pulling him sideways.

Nothing was said for minutes. They just laid together, enjoying the
afterglow. What I had witnessed had nothing in common with what had
happened to me. That was rape. This was love.  I understood now. I was glad
I had come in. Watching them, I secretly wished Mark would love me the same
way, but I knew that was not possible.

I pulled their legs around the best I could, and covered them. Jim was very
difficult to move, but I did it. They were in a weird position on the bed,
but I did the best I could. I turned out the light, and went back into
Billy's room. I also went to bed, and dreamed about what I had just seen.

Billy woke me up the next morning with a smile and a gentle shake. "Good
morning. I hope you slept well. Have any interesting dreams?", he laughed.

"Yeah. Do dreams ever come true? I hope so.", I answered, laughing with
him.

I stood up next to him. We were both still naked. "Dad has already gone to
work. Let's take a quick shower and get something to eat. It won't be long
before Mark gets here.", he said.

We showered together again, but did not do anything to each other. We had
to hurry. We quickly dried off, and dressed. Billy insisted I wear some of
his clothes, which were much better than the old clothes I had brought with
me. We ate quickly, and had just finished when the doorbell rang.  Mark
came in, and we all talked for a few minutes, until we were ready to go.

He had driven his Lincoln Navigator, which was a great car, but I did not
enjoy it as much as the Corvette. But three people in a Corvette was not
practical, even if two of them were boys.

We had a blast at Six Flags. I rode a few times with Billy in the same car,
but rode with Mark most of the time after that. Billy did not seem to mind
riding alone, or with a stranger. He almost insisted. We were tired of
riding at about 9 o'clock and we left the park. Soon, we were back at
Billy's house.

"Sam, I need to talk to Dad alone. There is something I need to convince
him to do, and I know it will be a struggle to convince him. Why don't you
spend the night with Mark. He has a spare bedroom. You don't mind, do you
Mark? Sam could keep you company, and you could drop him off in the
morning.", Billy said.

I looked at Mark, and he looked at me. I think both of us blushed at the
same time, and looked away from each other. Billy just grinned. "Come on,
you are both friends now. I just need a little time alone with Dad. You
will have fun together. Let's go pack you a change of clothes, Sam."

I was still blushing when I followed Billy up to his room. My head was
spinning with ideas of what could happen at Mark's house. Did I want
something to happen. Part of me did, and part of me was still
frightened. This seemed like the doctor's office, something I had no
control over.  I was excited and anxious all at the same time.

When my bag was packed, I followed Mark back to the Lincoln. Neither of us
talked much on the way back to his condo. I think we were both
nervous. When we got there, he put my bag in the spare bedroom, and fixed
us a snack before bed. We sat next to each other on the sofa for a while,
talking a little bit, and then he said, "I think it is time for bed,
sport. You can sleep in the other room, or you can sleep with me. Which is
it?"

I had known this time was coming, and suddenly I was apprehensive once
more. I remembered last night at Billy's and quickly made my decision. "I
think I would rather sleep with you. I really don't want to be alone right
now.", I said softly.

"OK, that is fine with me. Come on.", he said, turning off the TV and the
lights. He led the way to his bedroom, pulled down the covers, and started
taking off his clothes. I blushed, but started doing the same. Soon, we
were wearing nothing but our briefs, and standing in front of each
other. "Which side do you want, Sam?", he asked.

"I don't care, either is fine with me.", I answered.

Mark walked around to the other side of the bed, and slid under the
covers. I slid in next to him, and he turned out the light. He reached one
arm around my shoulders and pulled me to him. I let out a big gasp. I know
he had to hear it. He had pulled me on my side, and I laid one arm across
his chest. There wasn't anywhere else to put it. I knew this was when he
would make his first move, and I tried to relax and wait for it to come. I
was shaking like a leaf.

But it didn't come. He just held me against him, and his breathing became
slower. I could tell he was going to sleep. I had many conflicting thoughts
running through my head. Didn't he like me that way? Did I want him to?
Didn't he think I was good enough looking to want? Was there something
wrong with me? All these thoughts were constantly running and re-running
through my head, as I finally dropped off to sleep.

When I finally woke up the next morning, he was already awake, and staring
at me. "Good morning, Sam. Did you have a good night's sleep?", he asked
cheerfully.

"I guess so.", I said gloomily, as last night's thoughts quickly came back.

"Sam, what is wrong?", asked Mark concernedly.

"Nothing!", I almost shouted back.

"Come on. I can tell something is bothering you. We are friends, you can
tell me. Please!", he begged.

"You don't like me, do you?", I almost sobbed.

"Like you? Sure I do. I like you a lot. If I didn't like you, I wouldn't
have taken you to the Braves game and to Six Flags, or let you sleep in my
bed. I don't understand.", he said, hugging me to him.

"No, not that kind of like. I meant like me like Jim likes Billy.", I said,
trying to sit up and get away from him.

He did not let me sit up, he pulled me back down next to him and hugged me
tight. "Sam, look at me. Just look at me.", he commanded.

I hesitated, and then looked up at him. Tears were running down my
cheeks. "Sam, I do. I love you. I just wasn't willing to start something
with you that you were not ready for, that's all. It took forever for me to
go to sleep last night, with you so close to me. I was so hard, I thought
it would explode. But, you have been through a lot in the last few days,
and I didn't want to start anything that could make things worse. Do you
understand?", he asked softly. "I love you, and I will always love you. I
want you to come live with me, like Billy does with Jim. I want to adopt
you, if I can. And I want to make love to you more than anything in the
world."

My mouth was hanging open. My biggest dream had come true. I burst out
crying harder than ever, and hugged him tight. "I love you, too. I love
you.", I cried.

He rolled me over on my back and started kissing me all over my face and
mouth. His hands seemed to be all over my body. His mouth found mine, and
we kissed long and passionately. I felt his hands go under my butt, and I
pulled up to allow him an easier time as he almost ripped off my briefs. He
started kissing my throat and slowly worked his way down my body. I was
moaning from the pleasure he was giving me.

His mouth found my nipples, and I gave out a little squeak. I liked it,
though. He concentrated on each nipple for a few moments, and then licked
his way down further. I had very little pubic hair, but he bathed what I
had with his tongue until I was constantly moaning. He finally took me into
his mouth, and I almost exploded instantly. It was the hardest I had ever
cum.

He lay back down beside me, pulled me close to him, and let me
recover. Nothing was said, and nothing needed to be said.

When I finally recovered, I looked up at him and said, "Thanks. That was
wonderful."

"It was great for me, too. Check out the front of my underwear.", he
laughed.

I sat up and looked down at him. He had a huge wet spot in the front of his
briefs. He had come just from making me come. I think I loved him more
right then than ever before.

I got up and went into the bathroom and got a wet wash clothe and towel. I
came back in and gently went to pull off his briefs. He raised up a little
to help. Again, nothing was said. He was lots smaller than Jim. I didn't
care, I loved him. I gently cleaned him up, and then climbed up on top of
him. I kissed him hard, and then said, "I want you to do something for me,
Mark."

"Anything you want.", he answered, kissing me back.

"I want you to make love to me. I want to experience what making love is
all about. I watched Jim make love to Billy, and I want that too.", I said
calmly.

"Sam, are you sure? You may still be sore from before. I don't want to hurt
you.", he said with concern in his voice.

"I am sure. Just go slow, and make sure I am as loose as possible first.",
I answered.

Mark didn't need any more convincing. He almost jerked the drawer of his
night stand completely off the track as he got out a tube of KY Jelly. He
was very patient as he stuck one, then two, then three fingers inside of
me. I experienced almost no pain at all.

"Are you sure you want to go through with this, Sam?", he asked gently. "We
can wait, you know."

"No, I want you now. I know you won't hurt me. You aren't really very big,
and I think that will help a lot, also.", I answered.

Mark blushed at my comment about his size, but he knew it was true. He was
less than five inches long, not much longer than I was, but he was much
thicker. We didn't know it then, but a smaller penis is better for man to
boy sex for the boy anyway. It still hits the magic spot every time, and it
does not go so far in to cause additional pain. Plus, it has a shorter way
to go before the head hits the prostate once again, so it hits far more
times during love making.

Nothing else was said, as he prepared himself with the jelly, and picked up
my legs. We were both shaking as he positioned the head at the opening. The
head slid in easily, causing just a little pain. He let me rest for a
moment or two, and then pushed in the rest. He was all the way inside, and
I had experienced very little pain at all.

He started to slowly push in and out, and I was in heaven quickly. He made
very slow love to me, and I came over and over. We were both worn out when
he finally exploded in side of me, causing me to come once more.

He pulled out, and pulled me back to the head of the bed, before we both
fell into a deep sleep, still in each other's arms.

We never did get over to Billy's house that day. We made love many more
times during the day.  We did take a break to go to the mall, where we
bought so many new clothes that we almost filled up the back of the
Navigator. We gave all my old clothes to the Salvation Army.

I found out that Mark had never had sex with anyone else before. He had
been a virgin. He had always been too ashamed about his penis size to have
sex with anyone else. I was extremely happy that I had got to be his
first. I only wished I could have given him the same thing, but if what had
happened to me hadn't happened, we would have never met, so I guess
everything worked out for the best.

I moved in with Mark, but visited at Billy's frequently, and we became
better and better friends.  Mark finally found both my mother and her
boyfriend coming out of the house, and confronted him. He tried to punch
Mark in the mouth when Mark told him about the pictures, but Mark was
quicker, and floored him with one punch. I wish I could have been there to
see that.

Once everyone calmed down and they went inside, Mark gave them two choices:
he would call the police and have him arrested or he would give them $5,000
for Mom if she signed over custody of me to him. They quickly agreed on the
money. Mark should have just gave them $5,000 in drugs and saved them the
time, but I guess he didn't know where to buy any. And, didn't want to know
where.

He had the papers with him, and they were all legal, since he was a
lawyer. They followed him down to his office, where it could be notarized
in front of witnesses, and they happily left with their money. They even
promised to move away, and not come back, which pleased everyone.

Mark made partner, and we moved into a big house not far from
Billy's. Whenever I was not with Mark, I spent almost all my time with
Billy. He even convinced me to try the Art Museum where he had first met
me, and I surprised myself by liking it almost as much as Billy did.

We were headed that way one day when we saw a boy a little younger than us
crying on the steps. He was sitting at almost the exact spot I had been
when Billy had walked up to me. He had a suitcase by his side. "Are there
any other boy lovers at the office?", I asked Billy, smiling.

"Several more, I am sure of it.", he said, laughing. "Come on. Helping
others is lots of fun."

We walked up to him, and he looked up with a worried look on his face.

"Hi, my name is Sam. This is Billy. What's wrong? You look like you could
use some help. We both have probably been through the same thing that you
have, and we would like to help you.  Just talk to us, OK?", I asked
softly.

He just nodded his head yes.

Billy grabbed his suitcase, and I put my arm around his shoulder, and we
walked over to flag down a cab, as I talked gently to him.

Could a miracle happen twice at the same spot? Does lightening ever strike
twice in the same spot? Does a wild bear shit in the woods? I don't
know. All I know is answers to these questions will have to come in a
different story.

				  The End