Date: Fri, 14 Jan 2000 00:13:59 EST From: Marrauder 390 Subject: Will's Story (Conclusion) The story that follows is pure fiction. Do not read anything into it. It's make-believe: what you see is what you get. It never happened, it ain't gonna happen no matter how long you wait. While we're all sure that there may be characters who resemble those depicted in the story, any resemblance to persons living or deceased is unintentional coincidence. The author of this story neither promotes nor agrees with sexual relationships between men and boys. Any sex acts depicted should not be attempted without proper precautions. You only have one life. If you value it, you will act wisely. If reading or possessing copies of this document violates local, sub-national or national laws where you live, please leave now. If you are below the age of consent in your community to read or possess material of this nature, please leave now. If you are offended by homosexual behavior, man/boy, man/teen, or boy/boy relationships, then please do not read any further. The author and this site assume no responsibility for consequences resulting from reading or saving this document. The author reserves all rights to this story. Please do not reproduce or distribute without permission. Neither animals nor republicans, nor delicate equatorial ecosystems were harmed in the creation of this document. Do not insert in ear canal. Caution! Coffee is hot. Will's Story XIV Forget what you heard about all cops loving donuts. Rob seemed to be chocolate chip cookie powered. Together, Rob and Will polished off the whole batch of cookies that I had made earlier and were well through a few batches of their own as I followed the judge into my kitchen. Following the sound of boyish giggles and adult laughter, we found a truly beautiful sight. Imagine if you will, a thoroughly professional looking law enforcement officer, resplendent in his crisply pressed navy blue uniform. Now picture his gold and silver badge and decorations peeking out over a bright red apron, his weapon, radio and handcuffs peeking out from under the apron ties. Picture some flour on his hands and face, and you're almost there. Add to this scene a really beautiful boy, just starting into puberty. Picture the boy about five feet tall, give or take, quite slender, with green eyes and pale blond hair cut into a bowl cut. He is almost lost in an oversized blue sweatshirt and sweatpants; their large size making him look smaller and more vulnerable than he really is. The boy radiates happiness; his smile commands the room. He is plainly happy to have this law officer's undivided attention, and he has apparently been teasing the cop, judging from the liberal amount of flour that covers his sweatshirt and hair. Will's laughter evaporated as I followed the judge into the room, replaced with a look of fear so complete as to make a Marine cry. Before the tears could start, I told Rob that it looked like I would be having a house guest for the next 10 days or so. A radiant smile quickly chased the look of fear from Will's face, and the now-happy boy rushed around the counter and into my arms. He hugged me quite tightly thanking me and thanking the judge, over and over, not even pausing for breath. If he hadn't spotted the sergeant pigging out on his warm cookies, I'm sure that he would have been happy to continue for hours, but he broke away quickly to defend his cookies. Personally, I can't imagine anyone wanting cookies, when there were hugs like that to be had. * * * A little while later, as we finished the cookies, the doorbell sounded. Before I could get up to answer it, Rob bounded off towards the door. I was very confused to see an ambulance parked in the street in front of my home and two medics at my door. I looked quizzically at Rob as he let them in and he told me that Will needed to be checked out after his ordeal to make sure that he was healthy. I led the medics to the TV room while Rob went to get the boy. The medics were with Will for around 30 minutes, which by my measure was about three eternities. I would later find out that most of that time was spent trying to get him to take his clothes off for the examination. It seems that they were instructed to check him for signs of abuse in addition to assessing his medical condition. Despite how comfortable he seemed with his body when he was with me, he reverted to a normal boy when faced with the prospect of being naked in front of strangers. I'm also quite sure that he didn't like the thought of being photographed while naked either, but the lack of any really dramatic bruises on the private parts of his body prevented him from suffering that indignity. The medics quickly made their report and left as soon as they had confirmed Will's health with the sergeant. Will stayed in the room after the medics had left, refusing to come out even when Rob and his sergeant stood in the doorway and begged. It was quite obvious that he was tired, cranky, and irritated from having to undergo the physical exam. A bit put off by his sudden but understandable mood swing, the two cops said their good-byes and left. On their way out, they repeatedly urged me to take the boy to the nearby city to view the Christmas lights in the park. It sounded like a good idea, and I told them that I might. The judge had excused himself after hearing the report from the medics, and so I was once again alone in my house with Will. XV I returned to my TV room to check on Will and found that he had shut the lights off and closed the drapes covering the French doors. He was once again seated on the couch, and now he was wrapped in the blanket. I had shut the heat down to 75 degrees earlier, but it was still quite a bit hotter than that in the room. I asked Will if it would be okay to join him in the room, and he grunted some sort of reply. Despite working with children all day, I still haven't learned to speak "teen", and was aware that the grunt could have had any sort of meaning. Summoning up my courage, I bravely entered the room. As I approached the couch, Will scooted over to make room for me. A good sign. I sat down next to him and twisted my body to face him. He had covered up most of his body with the red flannel blanket so that once again, only his eyes and nose were visible with a small amount of his bangs peeking out under the blanket. His bare toes peeked out under the blanket, proving that the deep green eyes and cute rounded nose were connected to a living being. "This morning's adventures must have been really rough, even without the medics," I offered. Silence. Only rhythmic hum of the ventilation fan provided any indication that we weren't in a dream. Even the fire had quieted down. I needed to get him to talk, so I continued with something witty like "I'll bet you're angry. I would be. Are you angry at me?" Will sat there mutely, his deep green eyes not giving a clue as to what was going on behind them. I didn't know what to make of his stony silence. I was more than a little alarmed that he was giving ME the silent treatment, but it was an understandable reaction to all the stress that had undoubtedly been building and building as the boy's ordeal continued along its path. I sat and thought about the situation. My counseling training told me that he would eventually come to me in his own good time, and that by allowing me space on the couch, he was telling me that he wasn't really angry with me, and that he still wanted to be here in my house. I was sure that by bundling himself up in the blanket, he was trying to protect himself from being hurt any more, and that he would come out of the blanket when he was ready to talk to me or attend to his needs. I had a lot to think about. I don't know how long I sat there in silence next to Will before my nature began to assert itself. I am often accused of "mothering" the children that I work with, and, truth be told, I do. I continued to think about the boy's problems, and decided that he might be feeling betrayed by me, at least as far as the physical exam goes. I really and truly had no idea that they were going to do that, although realistically I should have anticipated it. Again, I sat in silence and watched the boy. I don't know for how long, but before too long, the mischievous side to my nature began to assert itself. I scooted a bit closer to the boy. No reaction. This was a good sign. I scooted even closer. I kept looking at him, but kept my gaze neutral. I didn't want to give anything away. I completed my third scoot towards the boy, and was less than a foot away. I figured that no matter what his problem, he was going to get a good tickling or I was going to get punched in the mouth. Either way seemed preferable to doing nothing. No amount of training can prepare you for someone who's been through what this boy had been through. I was preparing to make my final move prior to pouncing on the boy when without warning, he threw off the blanket and pounced on top of ME, knocking me flat on the couch. He was completely naked, from his cute little bowl cut to the tips of his toes. Not a stitch of clothing covered the boy's body from my gaze. His arms wrapped around my neck and he immediately began to hug me tightly, as if his very life depended on it. I hugged the boy back and held him pressed tightly against my body, not daring to let go for an instant. Aside from an occasional shudder, he didn't move a muscle and kept himself pressed tight against me, as if he were trying to merge his body into mine. His arms were wrapped tightly around my neck, and his face pressed into my shoulder; the dampness confirming what I already knew; that Will was crying. Will was finally releasing whatever stress he had been experiencing over the past twenty-four hours or so. He needed someone to be there for him. I obliged, holding him tightly and letting him do what he needed to do. After a while, I began tracing lazy circles on his back with one hand and stroking the back of his head with the other. I didn't pick up the game that we had been playing earlier because it just didn't seem to be the right time. I comforted the boy as you would an infant or small child, not saying a word; the closeness of our bodies and the gentleness of my touch tell him without words that I was there for him. A good deal of time passed, during which I did nothing but hold the scared boy who lay on top of me. Gradually, the occasional shudders stopped. I guessed that his release was coming to its conclusion. The boy shifted his position and turned his head towards me. His face was swollen and blotchy, betraying his silent crying. Will snuffled loudly and looked up at me from his vantage point on my shoulder. I reached for his face with the hand that had been stroking his back, and cupped his round little cheeks and chin with my hand. The boy pressed his face towards my hand and moved his head a bit, encouraging me to stroke his face. I complied without hesitation, moving the hand that had been stroking his hair down onto the small of his back. The room was not well lit and only a small amount of light came in through the drapes. I hadn't turned the lights on when I entered, but there was enough light for me to clearly see the boy who was partially curled up on top of me. Will's golden tan skin was a joy to look at and to touch. It looked so smooth and soft, especially the way that the gentle draft from the circulation fan played on the golden down covering his arms and back. Will's body looked so sleek and graceful. My eyes were drawn to his lats, presented as they were quite nicely by the way he had twisted his body. They begged to be touched. My hand, which had only started to rub his back, slowly moved towards the lats and began to gently trace their length, from the boy's shoulder blades to his hips, not stopping there, but continuing onward to the outside of his rump before starting back towards his shoulder blades. His skin was softer and silkier than anything I had ever touched before. My touch, which had been light and gentle up to this point became even more ethereal and light, so that only the very tips of my fingers were touching his body. Continuing to stroke his face and side, I gazed downward running my gaze over the perfectly round ends to his shoulders, down his sleek and smooth lats, across the partial view of his chest and downward towards where I could just make out part of his abs. Will shifted his leg upwards a bit presenting just the very top of his pubic mount to my hungering eyes. I couldn't imagine anything more beautiful than the sight I before my eyes. Languidly, Will twisted himself a bit more, exposing his genitals to view. His penis looked just a tad larger than it had been the night before, now it seemed almost three inches long, due no doubt to the stimulation that he was getting on his back and face. I couldn't make out the intriguing circumcision line that I knew was visible part way up on his penis, but I could clearly make out his glans and part of his scrotum. I wished that the light was better so that I could once again see the delicate webbing of blood vessels that I knew were just visible under the skin of his scrotum. The coloring of his penis and scrotum seemed a bit darker than the night before, perhaps due to the low light or the attention that his face and back were getting. I wondered for a moment when the last time was that someone had held him or shown him simple signs of affection. Did his mother hold him? Did his grandmother? One thing was certain to me, Will obviously needed to feel contact and affection. I stopped stroking his face and side and wrapped both of my arms around his shoulders and hugged him tightly to me. XVI Will's world was far more bleak than I had imagined, even knowing some of the facts beforehand. As I held him tightly to me, occasionally stroking the back of his head, the boy told me things about his personal life that made me hug him even tighter. Will was now in seventh grade and yet he didn't know who his father was. His birth certificate listed his father is "unknown", and his mother was sticking to that story. I couldn't fathom such a thing happening in our little town, yet here laying on top of me, was 100 or so pounds of naked proof that it could. What must it be like, growing up with other kids, hearing some of your friends saying "Dad this" and "Dad that", and not even knowing who your dad was? Was he powerful? Was he a crook? Was he a sports hero? Is he dead? How does a boy live with this? Will also told me that his mother loved his brothers more than she loved him. He quickly squirmed up and looked me in the eye to say that she did love him, its just that she loved his brothers more. Will says its because they are younger and cuter (than him??!!), but I'm wondering if she views him as a constant reminder of a failure in her life.... Will told me of sometimes having to care for his brothers when his mother just didn't come home, and he told me about how it seemed that was often only money enough to get nice things for his brothers, but not him, and how some times, when there was money for nice things for him, they quickly disappeared. I pulled the boy in tighter to me, not wanting him to go on, but he continued. He had to. He told me many more things, a few of which robbed me of my peace of mind for quite a few days afterward, and some things which necessitated a future visit to the judge. By and large, though, he finished less than an hour after he started, and then, in typical boy fashion, Will began to press me about going to see the lights that Rob and the judge had talked about. Although it seemed a great idea, I quickly realized that I didn't have weather-appropriate clothing for Will, and I was loathe to risk his health in any way. Clothed as he was in my sweats, he wasn't even fit to be seen anywhere outside the house. Returning to the kitchen with Will in tow to finish off the cookies, I was startled to see a large grocery bag sitting on the table where the cookies should have been. Taped to the bag was a note from Rob and the Judge saying that they had retrieved some of Will's clothes from his house, and that I'd need them if I was successful in coaxing him out of the room. Below the signature was a P.S. stating how good the cookies were! Will looked mad enough to spit nails when he realized that the cookies were gone. It didn't even occur to him that the cop may have seen him naked and crying on me. All he could think of was that the cookies were gone. Oh, to have the priorities of youth! I consoled Will as best I could and after a short while, he came around to my way of seeing things, and admitted that it was really convenient to have his own clothes here, where they could be of use to him. XVII It didn't take Will long to get dressed, and I have to say that I was shocked to see that he did indeed have a few nice pieces of clothing to put on. Even though Robbie had apparently felt the need to bring some of Will's more broken-in clothing, he did remember to pack what few nice things that Will had. Before long, we were out and headed to see the Christmas lights. (To this day, I have absolutely NO idea who shoveled the driveway for me, nobody will own up to it!) We stopped along the way at a Taco Bell (I know it's amazing, but it was open) and I watched in awe as Will put away more food in one sitting than I could have put away given all day. After he finished gorging himself, we headed off to see the Christmas lights. All my life, I had thought that I knew what happiness was, but that night, I came to realize that everything up to Will's knocking on my door in the dead of night was just a mere shadow. All that I had thought was happiness before that moment was an illusion. I drove through most of the scenic drive with Will snuggled right up to me, hanging on my arm as if he were afraid that I would disappear. My attention during this whole trip was split between the beauty of the displays and the beauty of Will's face. Will's already captivating face was rendered even more beautiful by the expression of wonder now plastered across it. His ever-so-touchable eyebrows were arched just a tad higher than usual, and his precious green eyes sparkled as they danced from display to display. His cheeks were higher than usual, due no doubt to the happy look spread across his face, and because of this, his cute rounded chin and his nose begged for attention. At that moment, I'm sure that I was as much his slave as if he had slapped an iron band around my neck. We went through the park a few more times, at his insistence, and despite my fears that he was too old to enjoy such an outing, he seemed to be having the time of his life. We stopped a few times for him to get out and see things closer, and each time, as soon as I got out of the truck, he'd clamp onto my hand as if he was about 5 years old. I can honestly say that up to that point in my life, I had never felt so happy or so fulfilled. Each time we returned to the truck, Will would wrap his arms around my neck, and tell me how happy he was and how much he loved me. My heart was in danger of bursting from happiness. Finally, when we had quite thoroughly exhausted the park, Will asked if there was anyplace else like this that we could go and see TOGETHER. I just about started crying when he said that, which Will MUST have seen because the very next thing that he did was to tell me once again that he loved me as he buried his face in my shoulder. * * * * * * * * * * It was about 10:00PM when we finally got back to my house. We had visited two more places before heading back to my house. One was another scenic drive, and the other place was a plaza in the capital city, where we actually had to get out and walk around. Will was completely captivated by all the displays at the plaza, and I have to admit, I was too. Some of the displays were just SO incredibly intricate and beautiful, and others just took your breath away completely. While we were at the plaza, we also saw a brass band, dressed as if they had sprung right out of a Charles Dickens book. Will couldn't believe his eyes, or his ears, and actually started crying for joy. Later, as we were getting ready to leave, a small chorus started singing Christmas carols, and he started crying all over again. The trip back to my house passed in silence with Will lost in thought. I kept an eye on him, but I wasn't too worried, because he had such a dreamy happy look on his face the whole time. How I wished for a camera! As soon as we got back to my house, it was quite apparent that Santa's Blue Elves had been very busy in our absence. Spread out below my tree were several brightly wrapped packages, all addressed to Will, while an oversized red and white striped stocking hung on the mantle with Will's name pinned onto it. Several trays of chocolate chip cookies placed here and there finished off the room. Not knowing what to expect, I looked around the house for anything else that the Blue Elves had left, but I came up empty. Not even a note. I headed back to the sitting room to see what had become of Will, and found him sitting there teary-eyed, with the stocking emptied onto the floor in front of him. As I entered the room, he looked up at me quizzically, seeking answers that we both wanted, but didn't have. I sat down next to him, and he immediately snuggled up against me causing me to wrap my arms around him before I even knew what I was doing. It felt so natural, so comfortable, so right that I really didn't care what anybody else might think should they happen to see the two of us. Will broke the silence in a quavering voice that reinforced just how little he really was. He wanted to know who put the gifts there. I didn't have a pat answer, although I knew exactly who put the gifts there. Snuggling him in tighter to me, I paused to inhale his personal smell, and rested my lips in his hair for a moment. Gently, I rubbed my lips and nose in his dirty blonde hair, feasting on the silky smooth texture and the intoxicating mixture of his musky personal smell and the shampoo that he'd used earlier. Moving my lips out of his hair enough to speak, yet close enough to be tickled by his hair, I broke my silence and spoke. Once again, I told him how I felt about him...telling him that indeed, he was a truly beautiful person on the inside as well as on the outside. He started to protest, but I silenced him by putting my fingers over his lips. He nuzzled against them for a few moments, then playfully nipped them and held them clenched gently in his teeth and lips. I told him that I thought he was beautiful with clothes, or without, and that however anyone saw him, his natural beauty came through. He blushed a bit at this, and giggled around my fingers, but made no attempt to release my fingers from his grasp. Continuing, despite the fact that he was now nibbling at my fingers, I told Will that his physical beauty wasn't the only thing that made folks like him. Patting him on the chest over his heart, I told him that his inner person was even more beautiful than the outer person, and it was this inner person that held power over folks around him. Using my free hand I squeezed Will closer to me and continued, telling him that his manners, his obvious concern for others, and his infectious sense of fun were a blessing to anyone around him that took the time to notice. I told him how happy I was to have him with me, especially on this holiday, and how happy I was in general just to know him. I explained that it was quite likely that the cops, the medics, and the judge also felt that way, and that the gifts were their way of telling him this. Moving my head down next to his, almost touching my lips to his ever-so-perfect traps, I lowered my voice a bit and told him that whether or not he wanted to admit it, he was a gift from God to me. I told him how much I had come to care for him in the short time that he had been with me, and how much I was looking forward to spending time with him both in AND out of school. Pushing on, I even told him how much I loved to hold him, clean or dirty, clothes or no clothes, and how much pleasure he brought me just by being with me. Releasing my fingers from his mouth, he turned his head until our faces touched. I could see that his eyes were full of silvery unshed tears, and I instantly knew that the feeling was mutual. Carefully, I took the hand that he had been using as a chew-toy and cupped the side of his face with it. Softly, I told Will that he was without a doubt the most important person in my life; that I couldn't imagine any other person that I would rather be with. As the tears finally spilled out of his eyes, I knew that he felt the same. EPILOGUE That Christmas was the first of many that Will spent with me. I wish I could say that his life was instantly better just because he met me, but that would of course be a lie. Will's life did turn around, thanks to his own inner strength and to a whole lot of folks that met him and fell in love with him (not all in the same way that I did, however!) Anyway, things did get better for Will, a little bit at a time. Family court affirmed my temporary custodianship of Will, and for some reason, it's never been revoked. Will eventually did return home, such as it is, because a boy as sweet as Will could never stop loving his mother, I guess. Will's mother never took up with Vinnie again, but she did manage to get involved with a few more losers before she straightened herself out. She will NEVER be mistaken for a Republican, but she does a dammed good job of blending in these days. In her defense, once the courts had explained the shitstorm that she had set herself up for when she "forgot" about Will, she never once complained or attempted to undermine my new position in Will's life. In fact, I'd almost bet that some of Will's visits to my house were her doing. For my part, I never complained. When the court visits over Will's abandonment had finally died down, Will quickly realized that the courts weren't going to take away the special legal status that I enjoyed in his life. I don't know how he came to this opinion, but he's apparently right. Before even Will came to this conclusion, I gave in to his constant hinting and set up a room in my house as his. I splurged for all the bedroom stuff, stereo stuff, and posters that one would expect to find in the room of a boy his age. I even bought him some decent clothing, and managed to keep my peace when he took some of it home. Will loved his "other room", as he called his room in my house, and often had friends over to visit. Strangely enough, however, he didn't do an awful lot of sleeping in that room. When he stayed over at my house, which ended up being quite often, he always managed to end up in my bed by morning. Sometimes, he would hug me, sometimes he was just content to be in the same bed. Almost always, he was completely, totally naked. Neither of us tried anything sexually, but often, as Will lay on top of me or next to me, he would grab hold of my hand and place it on his hair, or his back, or occasionally his on his rump. He never got tired of being held couldn't seem to get enough of being touched and caressed. For my part, I never got tired of touching him either, and I never tired of exploring his body when he was sleeping. Will's entry into my life changed both of our lives quite drastically, but I doubt if we'll ever know who got the best of the deal. * * * * * * * * * * Well folks, that's the end of Will's Story. I really don't know where it could go past this point that your imagination couldn't do better, so I leave the rest of the journey up to you. My deepest apologies to all who wrote and asked for a conclusion to this story. I am extremely sorry for taking so long in finishing, but I hope it was worth the wait.