Date: Sat, 31 Jan 2004 21:54:45 -0800 (PST) From: Thomas Gaige Subject: The Abandoned Boy - Chapter 6 DISCLAIMER: The following story is FICTIONAL. It contains descriptions of sexual activities between men, teenage boys, and between men and teenage boys. If you are not over 18 years of age, or if you find this type of story offensive, or viewing this material is illegal where you are, then please DO NOT READ IT! If you choose to read it, then - I hope you enjoy it! The Abandoned Boy Chapter 6 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I was relieved to see that when the boys stood up, they were both completely dressed, except that they'd taken off their shoes. "I hope you don't mind that I'm visiting Simon," Ethan said, "we've just been listening to some music." I raised an eyebrow at Simon. "Really, that's all we've been doing. And, I know I should've waited and asked first if I could have a friend over, but..." Simon trailed off. "Classical piano music?" I said, looking questioningly at them. "I would've expected heavy metal or rap!" Ethan smiled shyly and said, "It's my CD. I brought it over so Simon could hear my recital solo. I play the piano." "This is you playing?" I asked. "Yeah, they recorded the recital and copied it to CD. I thought that was pretty cool," Ethan said. I listened for a minute. Ethan was obviously a prodigy. He sounded like he should be giving concerts at Madison Square Gardens. "This is really YOU playing?" I asked again. Ethan smiled shyly and said "yeah, really." "Wow! You're damned good! Probably one of the best pianists I ever heard!" I said. Ethan blushed deeply then, and Simon grinned. We listened quietly to the rest of the piece. When it ended, Ethan stopped the CD player, and removed his disc. "That was fantastic. You're really gifted Ethan," I said, as Ethan continued blushing. "I should probably be going," Ethan said, still looking embarrassed. Simon suddenly looked disappointed. "Well, you don't have to leave just because I got home. In fact, if you'd like to stay for supper, you're more than welcome to. We're having lasagna, salad, and Italian bread." I said. "Thank you, it's nice of you to offer, but I probably shouldn't" Ethan said. "It's no trouble, and we have plenty. We'll be eating in about a half hour, and if you can stay, we'd like to have you join us." I said. Ethan looked at me and smiled, "That's awfully nice of you Mr. Winslow, especially considering what happened with me and Simon before." Simon looked nervously at me. "What happened between you and Simon before, is in the past. Besides, Simon told me it was more than just business. He told me that the last time you were together, you took care of him as well. He also told me how nicely you always treated him, and that you gave him food and clothes and tried to help him. It's obvious you care about him, and although it may have started out differently, in the end you weren't in it just to get your rocks off. So, there's no reason I shouldn't treat you nicely. Now, if you don't have plans, and would like to stay for dinner, we'd like to have you join us," I said. Ethan blushed profusely, and he looked at Simon and said softly, "You told him ALL that?" "Well, I was afraid of what he might do when he found out about us. I didn't want you to get into trouble, so I told him everything. I'm sorry Ethan," Simon said, looking upset. "It's OK," Ethan said. He smiled at Simon and reached over and gave his shoulder a squeeze. Ethan turned and looked at me then. He blushed again, then looked down. "I know what we were doing was wrong Mr. Winslow, and I'm very sorry. It won't happen again. I promise. When I realized what a nice guy Simon is, and how bad he needed money and stuff, I wanted to stop. I just wanted to help him, no strings. He wouldn't let me though, unless I let him...well...you know. He said he didn't want to be a charity case. So, we kept on. I knew he needed money, so we did it pretty much every day. Not that I'm complaining. I mean I liked what he was doing for me. But, I felt really bad about the reason he was doing it. I wanted to fix it so he wasn't being taken advantage of. So, the last time, I decided that I'd do it for him too. So that he didn't feel bad about what he was doing with me, and so that it didn't seem like a business transaction. I wanted it to be like we were friends instead. I guess maybe that's because I was beginning to think of us as friends. Anyway, I guess you realize by now that I'm gay. At least I think I am. Um, I never did anything with anyone but Simon before. It was awesome though! What Simon was doing for me was always incredible! And, when I did it for him, I liked doing it too!" Before I could respond, Ethan looked at Simon, who was staring at him incredulously, "Simon, I'm really sorry if anything we did hurt you in any way. I never meant for you to get hurt. And when I did you too, I did it because I wanted to, and not just because I wanted you to feel better about things. I did it because I realized I like you and care about you, and I wanted to show you that. I wanted to make you feel as good as you'd made me feel. I wanted you to have some happiness too. I just wish I'd been able to help you in a better way, like Mr. Winslow's doing. You deserved so much more than I gave you. I'm glad things have worked out so good for you now!" Simon grinned at Ethan and his eyes glistened. "Ethan, you did help me. You helped me more than you know. And you did make me happy. I could tell that you liked me. And, I liked you right away, so I was happy when I realized you liked me too! Just knowing you liked me, and having you around made me feel better! And when you offered to do me too, I couldn't believe it. Uh - you were pretty incredible yourself then too!" The two boys stood blushing and grinning stupidly at one another for a moment. Then they both blushed even deeper, remembering that I was still standing there, and looked back at me. I smiled back at them. "Wow! Talk about a 'Kodak moment'!" I said. "Listen, I certainly don't expect you two to trade sex for money again, but after all the nice things you two just said about each other, I don't think you should be making a promise you might not be able to keep Ethan. Simon's sexual future is something he'll have to decide on for himself. I can't dictate who he can and cannot have sex with, or what sexual activities he can and cannot participate in. That's up to him. If he'll allow me to though, I will try to guide and advise him, so that his adventures are safe, as well as pleasurable. Simon, you and I will talk about this some more later. I'm glad Simon has you for a friend Ethan. I can see why he thinks you're such a great guy. It seems to me that you both would like to develop your friendship with each other, and I think that would be nice. I don't have a problem with the fact that you both feel you're gay. If you are, it's OK with me. Whether you decide to resume you sexual relationship as well, is something that's up to the two of you. I know I wouldn't be able to stop you, even if I wanted to, if you both really wanted to have sex anyway. I want you to BOTH know that I'm available, to BOTH of you at any time, if either of you needs or wants to discuss anything. Sexual or otherwise. I want you BOTH to feel free to come to me, either privately, or together, anytime you need to. And, again, the past is behind us, and in reality Ethan, you did more in the past for Simon than most anyone else was doing. Let's try to forget about the bad parts of the past though, and focus on the future. Now! The immediate future is supper! Do you have other plans Ethan, or would you like to join us? Unless of course you don't like lasagna!" Ethan grinned then and said, "no, I don't have plans. Mom's working anyway, so I was just going to grab a burger. I'd really like to join you too, as long as it's no trouble. And I do like lasagna. Thank you Mr. Winslow, for everything. Now I know why Simon goes on and on about how great you are!" I blushed a little and glanced at Simon. He was blushing deeply, but smiling. I smiled and said, "OK then, we'll eat in about a half hour. And Ethan, at school I'll still have to be Mr. Winslow, but outside school, why don't you call me Greg. OK?" "OK, Mr.- I mean Greg," Ethan said chuckling, "Thanks." I headed for the kitchen then. I was surprised when the boys followed me and asked if they could help with anything. I asked them to set the table. They did, and came back asking what else they could do. I told them I had the rest under control, and it'd be a few minutes yet, so they went to watch some TV. * * * Both boys thoroughly enjoyed the lasagna, and chattered throughout the meal. Ethan told me a little about himself. He was an only child, and his father had died several years ago, when he was just 8 years old. It was just he and his mother. All his grandparents had passed away. Like himself, both his parents had been 'only children' as well. They really had no other family, just an elderly aunt of his mother's who lived far away, in a nursing home. His mother had gotten him interested in the piano soon after his dad died, and he'd fallen in love with it, and practiced religiously. As a result, he didn't have a lot of time for friendships, and some of the guys he'd been friends with made fun of him for being so 'into' his piano. It sounded to me like Ethan was kind of a loner, although, not exactly by choice. He sounded like he was rather lonely too. Having only a mother as a role model, he'd also grown up having to figure things out pretty much on his own. He had no man in his life. By the time I learned all this, I felt sorry for the boy, and I was glad he and Simon had found each other. I decided I'd keep an eyeball on Ethan, as well as Simon, and if it seemed like he needed any guidance, or someone to talk to, I'd surreptitiously try to make myself available to him. For dessert I scooped big bowls of chocolate ice cream, which we all enjoyed, along with some cookies. Simon and Ethan insisted on clearing the table and loading the dishwasher then. I watched as Ethan, who was savvy about dishwashers, instructed Simon on the art of correctly placing dishes in the dishwasher, so as to attain the most clean dishes with one washing. Chuckling, I thanked Ethan for showing Simon how to do this, so that I wouldn't have to do all the dishes all the time. As the guys were washing the lasagna pan, the doorbell rang. It was Tom. He and Ethan were both a little surprised to see each other. We all exchanged some pleasantries, then Ethan said he had to be going, he had to get to the music store at the mall before they closed, to pick up some music he'd ordered. Ethan said, "you want to come along Simon? Maybe we could go to the game room for a while after I pick up my music." Simon looked hopefully at me. "I suppose, but it's a school night - be back by 10," I said. As both boys grinned, I pulled my wallet out and extracted a couple of $20 bills, which I gave to Simon. "Try not to spend it all in one place!" Simon grinned initially, but then suddenly he got a guilty look on his face as he looked at the money in his hand. "Go on! Have a good time!" I said, giving him a gentle push toward the door. Simon smiled back at me and said "Thanks Greg!" Ethan thanked me again for the nice dinner, then the boys grabbed their jackets, and took off. * * * "Ethan's a friend of Simon's?" Tom said, looking quizzically at me. "Yup," I said, "seems like a nice kid, like you said." "He is from what I've seen," Tom said. "Hey! I'm sorry I didn't have time to talk to you at all today. I was wondering how things worked out. Looks like they're going very well! So tell me everything that's happened since we left Simon with you Friday night." I told Tom everything that had happened, including my discovery of how Simon was earning money for his meals. Tom was horrified when he heard that. We talked for a while about Simon and his business, and in particular, the boys at school who he was servicing. Tom thought that as the Principal, he should do something to stop and prevent such behavior. I told him I'd taken care of the immediate problem, and explained how I met with each of the guys and had spoken to them. He thought that was good. He decided to step up patrols in the restrooms and locker rooms though. Tom was totally shocked when I told him about Ethan being one of Simon's customers. He agreed with me though, after hearing about Ethan's visit, and everything that Ethan had said, that maybe Ethan and Simon would be good for one another. "Do you think they're still having sex?" Tom asked. "Is the Pope Catholic?" I asked. "What're you going to do about it?" he asked. "Well, under ordinary circumstances, I'd say they're old enough to know what they want, and neither can get pregnant, so as long as they're both healthy and keep it monogamous, I suppose it would be OK if they want to be together. However, I would like them to hold off until I can get Simon checked by a doctor. Who knows what he might've picked up. I doubt Ethan's got anything, unless he's caught it from Simon. He said he's only ever been with Simon. If that's true, then if Simon's clean, he should be too," I said. "You're gonna have to talk to Simon at least, probably Ethan too. You might be able to get them to agree to wait, if you explain the dangers of STDs. But once they know they're clean, you won't be able to stop them!" Tom said. "I know," I said, "and I intend to speak with Simon later about it." "Hmm, maybe you should've talked to him already. You never know. They could decide to go parking somewhere along the way to the mall," Tom said. "I know, but actually, I think they most likely already had sex today, here, before I got home, if they're still doing it," I said. "Speaking of sex..." Tom said, looking at me seductively and rubbing his crotch, "think there's time for a quickie before the boys get back?" I grinned and said I expected there was. Tom reached over and began rubbing my inner thigh, as my dick started stiffening. Smiling, I got up and took Tom's hand and led him to the bedroom. * * * We stood at the foot of the bed facing each other, stripping off our clothes as rapidly as we could. I finished before Tom, as I didn't have any shoes and socks on, and he did. As soon as he'd pulled his jeans and briefs off, I dropped to my knees and sucked his stiff rod into my mouth. Tom let out a groan as I began sucking up and down on his blood-filled member, while he struggled to pull his T-shirt over his head. As soon as he was completely naked, he spread his feet apart a little more and placed both hands on the sides and back of my head, and held me still. Then he began to gently pump his hips back and forth, fucking my face! He was being careful not to choke me with each of his forward thrusts. I noticed after a minute that his legs were beginning to tremble, so I grabbed his hips and turned him so his back was facing the bed, and pushed him down on it, on his back. Then I spread his knees apart and pushed his legs up to his chest, exposing his sexy asshole. "Oh GOD!!" he cried as I began licking his hole. I licked back and forth across Tom's pink pucker, and masturbated him, while he lay whimpering. He let out a groan, as I formed my tongue into a spear and pressed down directly on his hole, forcing my tongue through his sphincter, shoving it up into his rectum. I began tongue-fucking him then, as he moaned in ecstasy. I kept shoving my tongue in and out of him, and masturbating his cock, until he groaned, "Oh Fuck, I'm gonna cum soon!" Then I quickly pulled out of him, and returned to sucking his cock. I reached for his ass and massaged his hole, as I sucked up and down his hardon. Shortly, Tom let out a cry and flooded my mouth with his thick, hot cum! He exploded over and over again, spewing gobs and gobs of his love juice into my waiting mouth, moaning with each spasm. Eventually his orgasm subsided, and I slowed my pace, licking the last drops that oozed from his dick. Finally, I pulled off of him, and stopped rubbing his asshole. As he lowered his legs, I laid down on the bed next to him, watching his labored breathing, as he recovered from his pleasureful experience. "God you're the best!" he said, after a minute, looking at me. I snickered and said, "well how about you try and do it better?" Tom grinned then and told me to scootch back on the bed. As I laid on the bed, my legs spread apart, Tom crawled between them, and began slowly licking my dick. He licked around and around it, before finally plunging down over the entire shaft, deep throating as much of my rod as he could stuff between his tonsils. He began pistoning up and down my rod, while he fondled my balls. I was groaning and writhing underneath him. Just as I thought my orgasm was starting to build, he stopped and pushed my legs up, exposing my asshole, which he then went down on, lapping at it, like a dog in heat. Almost brutally, he stuffed his tongue through my hole, and began shoving it in and out of me, as I cried out in ecstasy. Tom fucked my asshole with his tongue for a minute or so, then he stopped and went back to sucking my cock. He replaced his tongue in my asshole with a very wet finger though, which he shoved deep up inside me, feeling around, until he located my prostate gland, which he then began to massage, while he sucked up and down my cock, which was leaking buckets of pre-cum. I felt my orgasm building, and within seconds, as Tom's wet mouth slurped up and down my cock, I gasped as my dick exploded, firing a huge rope of cum into Tom's mouth. Tom swallowed, and kept on sucking on me, as groaning, I fired another load into his mouth. I shot globs and globs of cum, before I finally felt my spasms receding. Tom slid his finger from my rectum, but kept on sucking on my cock, until the last drops of semen had oozed from it. Only then did he suck my cock dry, and release it. Tom crawled up next to me, as I laid there grinning at him. "Damn! That was great!" I said, breathing heavily yet. * * * As Tom and I were having sex at my apartment, Simon and Ethan were writhing in each other's arms, as they lay in a '69' position crammed into the backseat of Ethan's black Camaro, which was parked behind a barn, in the driveway of an old abandoned farmhouse a short distance from the apartment complex. They were sucking on each other's cocks, and fingering each other's assholes. As both of them neared their climax, they sucked up and down on each other a bit faster, and their fingers disappeared deep within each other's rectums, as each of them felt for the other's prostate. Then, suddenly, as if by mutual agreement, they both exploded in ecstasy, grunting, and filling each other's mouths with their semen, as their orgasms began. They moaned and writhed with pleasure as they spasmed over and over, filling each other's mouths again and again. As the boys were reveling in their mutual bliss, they were oblivious to the fact that they were being observed from an upstairs window of the farmhouse... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The next chapter in this series will be published shortly.