Date: Fri, 15 Jan 2010 18:42:56 -0800 From: Michael Hines Subject: Young Steve and Graham 4 This story has not caused any problems for anyone, as it is a part of my Imagination. Nothing written here occurred. If you have a problem with boys having sex with each other and men please leave and if this sort of thing is illegal in your country then don't even bother to read it. You have been warned and I take no responsibility if you continue. Leave now if you are under 18 years of age. I have no way of knowing whether you are younger. If you are, be careful because this work is not for you. Please email me if you have some suggestions as to what should happen or tell me about this story. The characters in this story are not practising safe sex and you should not imitate their behavior. Be safe and take care. Previously: I had to catch a bus to go home and didn't look back as shit I was a mess and couldn't figure my head. It bounced as I did and all I could think of was Graham his body, balls and cock and being in my arms pashing. Mum caught up with me as I charged into home. "Had a phone call just now Steve seems something has happened to your friend. His Uncle phoned and wants you to ring him. You okay, look a bit funny?" "Yea, I'm good what did his Uncle say?" I quickly questioned Mum. "Don't know he just wanted to talk with you. Had a good sleep over it's your first." "Yes and I had lots of fun. Better find out what happened." I replied. Throwing my backpack on the bed I grabbed my cell dialing the numbers Mum gave me. Took two rings then an answer: "Graham's had..." The phone crackled, disappearing as I tried to hear his next words. Young Steve and Graham 4 My fingers hit re-dial, connected and a strained voice whispered: "Steve, Graham's had an accident, I think his mother hit him but I'm not sure. His face is a bloody mess and he's in an ambulance heading to the hospital. Found him lying in the hallway next to his mother's room and she's fucking screaming that it's her fault he's like he is. I can't get any sense and nor could the ambulance guys. Did he say anything to you that might shed some light on this mess? He trusts you more than anyone did you guys hurt each other or something else?" "Shit no way, you can guess about us in bed but nothing, shit nothing happened that hurt Graham. Is he going to be okay you think?" "He kept mumbling your name and wouldn't say anything more then he spasmed, collapsed and the ambulance guys lifted his body onto a stretcher. You guys fuck each other?" "Uh yea, does that matter?" "Yes the Doctors will discover he's got sperm in his arse, I bet it's bruised and puffy, did you fuck him hard?" "Yea and he fucked me." `"Okay, we've go to think of something because even though you kids are underage if they find sperms they'll think he's been abused then shit happens." "He wasn't abused." I protested. "I know that but the pricks that examine boy's bums call it abuse, imagine it to be a man even if the fucker is a kid." "Oh shit, what can we do?" "Get into the bog and fart, shit or whatever the loads you got this morning. I emptied my balls deep in you and bet Graham did as well. Soap your arse-hole and say nothing to anyone." The phone went dead, I freaked, tears flooded and I hit my backpack hard. Shit my only real friend is going to hospital and we've fucked each other so that's a problem? What a fucking mess, if anyone abused us it was Graham's Uncle, that wasn't abuse for me. I fucking loved his cock up my arse and shit we're boys, Graham and I, so what abuse is this? I didn't force him and he sure didn't force me. I'll do as he said and then go to the hospital, maybe Mum will drive me but that will mean questions I won't answer. Oh fuck being a kid, I wish I was older and knew how to cope. I bloody love Graham and he's fucking lying in a hospital bed by now I guess, shit I have to be there with him. Lucky my bum sprayed, both loads gushed into the pan and my bum felt okay. I had a feel and sure it's loose but it'll come good soon I prayed. Had a quick shower, grabbed some fresh clothes and tried to look casual confronting mum in the kitchen. "So what's happened Steve?" She stabbed as I rounded the door. "Don't know for sure mum but he's in hospital, had a fall, maybe tripped or something. His Uncle said his face is very bloody." "You two have a fight?" "No, in fact we talked a lot, played some games and stayed up late." I answered not looking at mum's face. "I think there's more to this Steve and I've wondered why you're suddenly friendly with this kid. Strange you haven't mentioned him until this week and wanted to sleep over at his house. Is he a bit, you know different?" "He's a clever geeky kid and knows lots of stuff I don't, been helping me at School and yea I like his help and sure we met only recently because he doesn't hang with the guys I do at School." I snapped. "Well it's up to you of course, old enough to do what you want. Lots of stuff you haven't told me Steve, perhaps someday you will." "I've got nothing to say and thought you would like me having a new mate who shows me School stuff. You hate my grades and blame everything on my computer and the guys I hang with, I'm old enough to know what I want." "Yea and that's just it, what are you hiding from us Steve." Mum continued. "Nothing," I lied. "Better take you to the hospital, like to meet this young man you've met and I must say I've never seen you happier than last week. He must have something that charms you." "I'm the same as normal and yea thanks for taking me, it's the Royal hospital, I think the emergency part." I responded not looking up feeling mum's eyes exploring my face. "Let's go son and I'll see your new friend." We left the house driving quickly to the hospital. I felt sick in the stomach; mum wasn't going to accept anything about me and certainly not Graham. Parking we walked to the ward after instructions from the desk. Graham's uncle was outside some curtains that obviously screened my friend. "Hi Steve and this is your mum?" He asked. "Yes, what's going on?' Mum spoke quickly. "Um it's not good, Graham's been hit around the head and pretty much damaged the doctor said. I don't know and just had a glimpse but he wants to see Steve, managed to ask for him before he sank back on the pillows. I'm sure that'd be a great help Mrs. didn't get your name" The old guy said. "Well, why Steve? I'm Mrs. Johnson, his mother." "Graham's a good friend of your son, that's right isn't it Steve?" "Yea, can I go in, is it okay to see him?" I asked. "The Doc's waiting for you and better if you ask him, he'll give you some more details." "I want to know what's going on here, my son's not part of this, why does Graham want to see him? Where's the boy's mother, don't play games Mr." Mum exploded. "Let's sit over there and Steve the doctor wants you to go though, he's with Graham now." His Uncle took charge. Trying not to blubber, I pushed the curtains and couldn't hold back, my Graham was a fucking mess. Tubes and stuff around his face, a chart on the wall with a moving line. Seeing me Graham's eyes widened, a white coated man rose from a chair next to the bed. "You must be Steve." He said. "I'm Graham's doctor, thank goodness you're here. You can see he's not too good. I'm afraid his head got a bad beating and it's damaged some of his senses we think. He can speak a bit and seeing his reaction to your presence his eyes are probably okay. The only words he's uttered are Steve, please I need Steve. You boys are more than friends I fancy and I have no problems with that. In fact he needs you as it's important for his young body to heal if he has a need to live. I think he's been through a lot for a boy his age and it's astonishing his parents aren't here. I've tried to contact them but his Uncle said they won't care and he's the only close relative. Apparently he has a younger brother and I've alerted Social Services to deal with him. I'm going to leave you with Graham and perhaps you can give him what he needs to recover. Steve, I've examined Graham and I should tell you I found evidence of recent sexual activity in his body. His anus is bruised and inside he has some semen. I figure you boys were active earlier and I don't want to do anything about that because of your ages other than warn you to be safe as I must, being a doctor. I understand that the physical assault came from his mother, why and how I don't know. Talk to him Steve and you're the only one who will get answers if he wants to give them." I watched the Doctor leave the room and turned to Graham's bed; shit the guy knew everything and thought I could help Graham. My bravery collapsed and I started crying staring at my only real friend. He managed a wave; I moved close grabbing his right hand. Graham squeezed it and smiled weakly. At least he knows me I thought and shit I want him out of here. "So what the fuck happened?" I managed. "I got bashed," Graham replied haltingly, "went downstairs and mum whacked a broom over my head and face, she kept hitting me and I fell on the carpet. I don't remember much except wanting you Steve." "Why would she do that?" I pried. "It hurts and I don't know why, probably because I wasn't there to help her. She expects me to be there all the time and I remember Peter was crying." "Did she know I was with you?" "I told her you were coming over and would sleep the night, seemed okay and as usual she was out of it." Graham answered slowly. I could see the pain he had even saying anything. "Okay, don't talk anymore, lie back and I'm here for you." I said. His messed head sank into the pillows, my fingers rubbed his cheeks and I grabbed his hand. Graham's other arm had a tube in it and his face had scars spreading across his nose. The back of his head was bandaged and his eyes had huge black rings under them. Some tubes were connected to his chest and it seemed every breath was recorded on the charts along with his heart beats. I freaked looking at my friend remembering what we did with each other just hours ago. My urge was to pick him up and hold his body as we did earlier. My eyes blurred as tears slid down my face and I noticed some leave Graham's eyes as he stared at me. "You still want me Steve?" He blubbered. "Wouldn't be here if I didn't, of course Graham and whatever has happened doesn't change what I said this morning, ever." "I thought, oh shit I'm sorry it worked out like this. I'm in a mess Steve and you deserve a better guy." "Like fuck I do, I've found the best." I replied leaning forward so I could rub his lips with my tongue and run my fingers across his covered groin. Graham smiled a little using his free hand to hold my arm. We stayed staring, both feeling the sparks we had for each other. The curtain swished back. I froze; Graham looked startled as my mother strode into the confined space. `Thought so, you've kept this from me Steve. The Doctor wouldn't say anything and that man out there was useless. He's this boy's relative and where are the lad's mother and father? Get your hand away from him and your head out of his face let me have a look." She demanded. Neither of us moved and Graham tried to shield his face. Mum pulled me back and pushed Graham's free hand from his dial. "So this is the boy you've made friends with and what a nice mess he's in, wondered why you've been different this last week and it's obvious now, don't you think you could have told me something Steve? I had to find out what's going on in a hospital! He's a good looking boy and that's what he is a boy, you had your hands and face over him when I came in, is that what you did when you slept-over?" "He's six months younger than me and yes we had a good sleep-over." I stammered. "I bet and apart from the tubes and bandages he's a very handsome lad. Sort of complements you, he's actually not the nerdy boy I thought and if you're what I think Steve then perhaps you've made a good choice. Its hard having my thoughts confirmed but your actions have, hey Steve I don't condemn you, just a bit surprised that my suspicions were correct." Mum said. I looked at Graham knowing he heard everything and his face lit up. Dumbfounded I turned to Mum: "So you knew all the time?" "I'm your mother Steve and women have instincts about this stuff. You've hidden so much of your life you thought, and I never wanted to face the obvious but it's here and now, so I have to accept some of it. You're very young and it may just be a boy thing, don't know and I guess seeing you this close to him makes me realize it might be more than just fun and games because you've discovered what hangs down between your legs does more than pee. I'm blunt and realistic son and if this kid makes you happy then it's about time you opened up, at least to me and both of you can spend your early adolescent years as you want. I've never seen you with a girl ever and I doubt you will Steve. This kid is cute from what I can see and you'd better tell me about his family and why they're not here. If they can't cope then I can and you can bring the lad home and we'll both make sure he recovers and I'll have two sons, how about that?" Mum declared. "We've never talked about me growing up and my feelings." I tried to reply knowing my eyes were moist. "I feel out of everything at home and dad doesn't like me." "He's not prepared to accept this Steve and that's why nothing has been said. I've told him many times he needs to talk to you, father to son but he won't. As far as he's concerned this is the last straw and I told him that if my suspicions are true then he has to make a choice, accept you as you are or leave. This situation has bought it to a head and I rather fancy he'll leave, letting me deal with everything." "That's not fair for you mum, he can't walk out because of me." I replied quickly. "Son, there isn't much in our marriage, you know how things are at home and so often you escape to your room or find excuses not being with us. I sometimes wondered when I'd last seen you smile at home. I've forgotten your laugh. Looking at you now I can see such strength and yes, you've found a very special young lad to be with. I don't want to know the details Steve but I do know I've never seen you so happy during the last few days and now this has happened, it's pretty obvious where you should be and I'm for you." I couldn't speak, turned to Graham, his face was transfixed on mum and as the words sank in, his mouth formed a grin that broke into a big and I suspect painful, smile. His eyes found mine and our hands touched. "I'm sorry Steve this has caused problems way bigger than us being friends. I'm so sore and my head's pulsing. Can we be the same?" "I'm staying here Graham, you lie back and I'll have a chat with mum and your uncle. Of course we're the same and you heard some of what mum said." I leant forward, speaking quietly. Graham again sank back on his pillows closing his eyes. Mum pulled me up, looked into my face then leant over Graham and kissed his cheek. That did it; I bawled and heard a faint `thanks' from Graham. Holding each other we pushed through the curtains into the waiting room. Graham's Uncle jumped up giving both of us a cuddle. If I'd known mum would accept me it would have been so much easier but now I had support and all this somehow was thanks to the old man's understanding me and of course his intimate knowledge of my body. The emotional rush was put on hold by the arrival of Graham's Doctor. He pushed the curtains and we sat in silence watching for him to reappear. He did after at least 10 minutes, bore a smile and sat across from the three of us. Mum grabbed my hand and Uncle wrapped his arm around my shoulder. "He's okay folks." The Doctor started. "I want him to stay the night but the x-rays show no damage to the boy's brain and the surface bruising will heal, thankfully no bones are broken but he will need a few weeks to recuperate and if we're happy with him in the morning, he can leave the hospital. We've been trying to locate his father and his brother, Peter, is now in the custody of social services. As to Graham's mother, I'm sorry to say she's now in a care institution for some help with her drug habits; she's admitted to belting her son and doesn't want to see him ever again. It's not a good situation at all and the only person who has any knowledge of the family is here, that's you, Graham's Uncle. I'm not sure you want the responsibility of caring for a young teenage boy and I doubt you would be given that anyway with your history. We're forced to give the boy to Social Services and hope they find someone who can give him stability and also assist the healing process unless you can suggest an alternative." Stunned silence met his words. Mum spoke first: "It's not the best way to meet my son's friend but in many ways it's good that I've had the chance to understand a great deal today. I'd like to offer my home as a foster care for Graham and since he's close to Steve I think it's probably the best solution for all concerned. Let's face it we all have some fears about the disjointed family and what the boy needs now is stability and hope for the future. Steve is the only one who really knows Graham and perhaps if he stays here tonight and the powers that be will let me collect Graham in the morning, then perhaps the healing process can commence." "Actually Mrs. Johnson that's what I had in mind but you needed to suggest it. I think you understand just how close the boys are to each other and also the intensity of a way of life that may or may not be theirs. At the moment there is a very special bond that Steve and Graham have developed, you agree Steve?" "Yes." I answered quickly. "It's up to you Mrs. Johnson and thanks for being so open and I might say understanding because very few parents are accepting of different paths their offspring sometimes take. It's seldom in the open and too often young boys grow away from families because they don't want their differences known. I'm more than happy for Steve to spend the night in the bed next to Graham. In the morning you can collect both boys and take them home. After that it'll be necessary for me to see Graham a few times but that's a minor detail. Best thing is Graham's confidence in the future is positive and he knows he's wanted." The Doctor smiled pushing some papers into mum's hand. "Please Mrs. Johnson, fill these forms and give them to me in the morning. They will give you foster authority for Graham and I've vetoed the other formalities because I can see you have the boy's best interests at heart." `Mum, I can't believe all this, I never thought.." "Get your butt in there with Graham. Don't thank me it's a way of finding my son and in the hunt I've now got another one. Hey I love you kid and whatever you want is part of that. I'll see you both in the morning and tell the young man what's happened and he's about to get a dragon mum." She laughed. "I don't believe that, it's just hard to believe that all this has happened and you still like me and now want Graham to live with us." I struggled with words. "You heard your mum Steve it's the best thing for both of you and thank goodness for a sensible mother, accepting and having faith in her son and now someone else's. You've got two wonderful boys now and they will make you very proud I'm sure. Go Steve and let Graham know his future and tell him I thoroughly approve of the arrangements." Graham's uncle said giving me a prod towards the curtain. Mum gave me a quick hug; the old guy prodded more forcing me into Graham's cubicle. Two hours ago I was shit scared and fearful of the future. Three adults changed everything, I'm wanted at home and best of all Graham will not just have sleepovers, he'll be there all the time. I looked at my friend, his eyes shone and arm reached out, I moved quickly to touch it. An alarm rang; lights flickered across the screens above Graham's bed; one steadied. "Steve, I'm..." His voice faltered. Continued soon.