Date: Fri, 1 May 2020 08:30:00 +0000 From: Andrew Passey Subject: Life as a Foster Kid Part 8 (Young Friends) A few weeks passed and we sucked each other whenever we could. It was the last week at school and we were both excited to have some away from the place, and some lie ins! I'd been thinking a bit about James recently. He was a nice boy and I could see why Gaz was best friends with him. I'd got really good friends with him too and the three of us used to spend a lot time together. I still envied his life but as I hung out with James longer there was something that bothered me about him. I might have been projecting but there was something behind his eyes, a sadness, a fear maybe. I thought I recognised it, because I'd had that look. But I could tell when we were at swimming class there weren't bruises, and his parents were rich, and well known pillars of the community. His Dad was involved in the local Conservative party and always hanging out with the local MP. His Mum was also involved in politics and was a well known local businesswoman. I decided it was just my imagination and thought no more about it, when you've been abused I guess you look for signs of it in others, but also probably imagine it in others too, not wanting to be alone and the only one. However there was one incident which did seem weird and it happened that last week of school. We were invited round to James's house after school which usually didn't happen. His parents didn't like him having friends round. It was the first time I'd actually been round there despite knowing him for a couple of months. He showed us around his house which was lovely and I was amazed at his hot tub jacuzzi in the garden on the patio, bubbling away. I'd never actually seen one in real life (it's not the sort of thing foster families short of money have!) "Wow looks amazing, what's it like to be in it?" I asked James. "I wouldn't know, I'm not allowed" he said which surprised me. "Not allowed what?" said a deep voice and I turned round to see a smiling tall bearded man who I knew was James's father. "Er...not allowed in the hot tub" James said looking slightly scared maybe? Or maybe just that was his way with his Dad. His Dad smiled, "Well you aren't allowed friends around unsupervised but that didn't stop you today did it? Luckily I'm home from work early. I'm James's father, I've met Gaz but you must be Sam" he said smiling and shaking my hand. "James is a bit unreliable so can't be trusted to have friends round without us being here, I'll deal with that later James, however now your friends are here enjoy yourself! In fact you can all use the jacuzzi" he said with a smile. "Thanks Mr Johnson" I say, "but we don't have any trunks or shorts with us" "Don't be silly, you don't need those, it's a jacuzzi, it's like a bath. You don't have a bath with trunks on? Just strip off and get in. Oh and call me Bill not Mr Johnson" he said still smiling. "What strip off in front of you?" Gaz asked in surprise. "Well yes, we're all men here, James's mum won't be back for a while, in fact I'll join you, it'll be nice to relax in there and find a bit more about you" he said and he started to strip off. I felt awkward and I knew Gaz did too, I sensed James just always did as he was told. Mr Johnson was first in and we slowly stopped off until quickly pulling our pants down and getting in. James was still fairly undeveloped but maybe he was starting to grow a bit. "See James, your friends are turning into real men, you've still got your little tiddler" Mr Johnson commented as he watched us get into the jacuzzi naked. I felt sorry for James and felt embarrassed about being naked in front of Mr Johnson particular him commenting on our dick sizes. It didn't feel quite right but at the same time he seemed nice and as he said we were all male so I guess it was ok. It was actually fun in there and Mr Johnson was nice although I noticed James was very quiet. Mr Johnson asked if we wanted to stay for dinner but Gaz said we should get going, we got out and got dried, again with Mr Johnson watching. He told us to see ourselves out as he and Sam were going to spend a bit longer in there. As we left I was quiet as was Gaz, I broke the silence with my thoughts.."Er...did that see a bit weird to you? I asked Gaz. "Weird how?" "Well a bit pervy. Mr Johnson, well "Bill" checking us out" I said using my fingers to do speech marks around Bill. "A bit. But I put it down to us just being uncomfortable being naked in public. As he said we're all men, although we're a bit more men than James" he said slightly giggling. "Yeah but that was strange, commenting on our dick sizes" I say, still confused. "He's probably just making us comfortable, being one of the lads" Gaz said. I shrugged, he was probably right but I felt uneasy still. I was about to say more when we heard shouting of "kick the gay boy". We rounded the corner and there was a boy around our age, wearing the school uniform of the local private school on the muddy grass verge at the side of the pavement being attacked by three slightly older boys. "Give us your phone and your wallet and we'll leave your alone, although we might make you suck our dicks" one of them said as he kicked him. The boy had his hands protecting his head and was obviously in distress, and need of some help. As I said before I knew how to handle myself and so did Gaz, being a foster boy meant you had to so we ran over and told them to leave him alone. "Fuck off, keep your fucking noses out of it" one of the boys said, "yeah unless you want us to kick the shit out of you too" another one said. "You can try but we're handy in a fight, and what sort of boys bully a boy on his own, and try and steal his stuff?" Gaz said defiantly "He's a posh little rich boy, his parents will just buy him another phone, look at him, he`s loving the attention" The tallest boy said. I looked down and in between the sobs I could see the boy was in distress, having some sort of attack or fit. "No he isn't look at him, he's having a fit!" I said. "Course he isn't he's just.....oh shit. Fuck, let's leave him, come on guys" the boy said and they all ran off. Gaz and I bent down and the boy was breathing heavily but clearly not able to get enough oxygen. Ah. An asthma attack, a bad one from the looks of it. "Shit, asthma attack, find his inhaler" I told Gaz urgently as I helped the boy sit up. Gaz rummaged in the school bag, found it and passed it to me, I gave it to the boy and he used it a few times, he seemed to calm down and get his breath back. "You Ok?" I asked, he nodded. I helped him up, his nose was bleeding and he'd got blood over his shirt and mud all over his trousers, he looked a mess. There was a faint smell of piss as well, it's possibly he'd pissed himself during the beating or the attack. As I looked closer at him I realised he was attractive under the blood, with his blond hair and blue eyes, he was about our height so must have been the same age. I gave him a tissue to try and stop his nose bleeding. "Where do you live? We'll help you home" I asked. He smiled through the snot, blood and tears. "Just a few minutes that way" he said pointing the way we came. "Did you know those boys?" Gaz asked. "Sort of, well they often chase me or bully me, not sure it's cos I'm gay or because they think I'm rich but it's a fucking nightmare". "You're gay? How do they know that?" I asked in surprise. The boy blushed, "Everyone at school knows I'm gay, I got outed. Well, I sort of outed myself, turns out it's a bad idea to be caught with another boy's dick in your mouth in the changing room when you think everyone has gone, well a bad idea if you want to stay in the closet. My parents don't know but it seems everyone else does. I guess word got around, the boys don't go to our school but some of my school play for their football team I think so I guess it's that. They just like to bully me I suppose" he said as we walked along the road, and turned up the same road we'd just been on where James lived. "Sorry, where are our manners, I'm Gaz, he's Sam by the way" Gaz said introducing us. "I'm Matthew, thanks for saving me" Matthew said smiling. He turned into the drive at the first house, only a dozen or so big houses down from James. His house was huge, well certainly was compared to ours. He let himself in and his Mum came out of the kitchen to say hello. "Oh my god Matthew, what happened? Are you ok?" She asked "I am thanks to Gaz and Sam, they saved my life!" He said, slightly exaggerating and then launching into a detailed explanation of how we'd saved him. His mum thanked us and said she'd let her husband know what we'd done as well. She phoned him up and had a quick chat, "Ok well he's very impressed and wants to thank you in person, and wants to take you out for dinner tonight as thanks if that's good with you?" She asked. Wow. Going out for dinner, something we very rarely got to do! We both smiled and nodded, "I better let our foster Dad know but I'm sure it's ok" Gaz said and pinged him a message. His Mum suggested we go and hang out in Matthew's bedroom or the games room until his Dad got home, we followed him up the stairs and entered his bedroom...