Date: Thu, 16 Aug 2012 20:24:53 -0700 From: B.E. Kelley Subject: The Foundling Chapter 13 This story is a work of FICTION. The events described are my own invention. Any similarities to actual events or persons are strictly coincidental. The author retains the copyright, and any other rights, to this original story. You may not publish it or any part of it without my explicit authorization. This story contains depictions of consensual sexual acts between teenage males. It is intended for mature audiences only. If you find this type of material offensive or if you are under the legal age to read said material; please proceed no further. Comments are always welcome at: hailcaesar2011@hotmail.com The Foundling Chapter 13: The Meltdown "What do you mean they're suing for custody, I told them I didn't want to live with them," I exclaimed. "Maybe there's a mistake," said George. "It's not a mistake George, you don't serve someone with a lawsuit by accident," said Nancy. "Well, let's go inside and discuss this, it's freezing out here," said George. I followed George and Nancy into their study and I was glad that Dylan stayed by my side. He hadn't said anything and he looked a little shocked but still, I was glad he was there. "So, what do we do?" asked George, once we were all seated. "The first thing we need to do is call Mr. Carson," said Nancy, as she put the phone on speaker, then dialed. The phone started ringing but it was after five and I was afraid everyone would have left for the day. After a few tense seconds, the receptionist picked up the line, confirmed that Mr. Carson was still there and placed us on hold while she connected us. "Good evening Mrs. Prescott, this is Todd Carson," he answered. "Good evening Mr. Carson, I'm sitting here with Benji and my husband, there has been a bit of a development here," said Nancy. "I hope everyone is ok, what's wrong?" asked Mr. Carson. "We're all fine, but we just got served with a lawsuit, Brian and Elizabeth Blair, friends of Benji's parents, are suing us for custody," Nancy explained. "But that's ridiculous, they have no standing," said Mr. Carson. "I'm holding the paperwork in my hands," said Nancy, "It was filed in district court, here in Tyson's Corner this morning." "Do you have a fax machine, can you send it to me?" said Mr. Carson. Nancy wrote down the number and had George send it through the fax machine, sitting on the credenza behind him. The transmission went straight to a similar machine in Mr. Carson's office and we sat there twiddling our thumbs while we waited. "What do you think Mr. Carson?" asked Nancy. "Well, to be honest, I'm not really sure," said Mr. Carson. "What do you mean you're not sure; you're a lawyer aren't you?" I demanded, I was scared and I hoped our lawyer would be of help, I wasn't impressed with "I'm not sure." "I'm sorry Benji, but I'm not a family law attorney," he explained, "Listen, I'm going to have my staff prepare a list of local attorneys who might be able to handle this, I'll find one that's suitable and I'll fly up tomorrow so that we can figure out what to do, is that alright?" I was about to scream at the phone, I didn't want to wait until tomorrow, I wanted this handled now. Hell, I half expected the police to burst in at any moment and drag my back to Boston, I was becoming unhinged. Fortunately, Nancy saw the look on my face and ended the call with Mr. Carson, after assuring him that we would welcome his arrival the next day. "Benji, calm down," said Nancy. But I didn't want to calm down; I was on the verge of a full blown panic. I jumped out of my chair and started frantically pacing the room. "I don't want to calm down!" I exclaimed, "Why the hell can't they just leave me alone! I don't want to live down there, I don't want to go back to boarding school so that I can end up a pretentious bastard like their son, I want to stay right here!" "Benji you have to calm down, Mr. Carson..." Nancy began. "Mr. Carson, that fucking worthless idiot, the one time I need him for something and he says he'll take care of it tomorrow? What the hell is the point of having all of this stupid money if I can't even get competent advice from my attorney?" I ranted, taking my anger out on my lawyer." "Benji, it's not his fault, there are different kinds of law and..." said George. "Why the hell couldn't they have just stayed in Switzerland and left me in peace? Why, why, why..." I started to get dizzy and couldn't finish my sentence. I dropped down to my knees and then doubled over, vomiting all over the polished wood floor. I don't deal well with stress and I expelled my tension all over the study. George dropped down beside me and started rubbing my back. "Dylan, can you run to the linen closet and get some towels," said George. "Yeah, yeah dad I'll be right back," said Dylan, as he raced from the room. "Please don't let them take me away, I don't want to leave," I whined, as I grabbed onto George and sobbed into his chest. "Benji, honey," said Nancy, kneeling down beside me, "No one is going to take you away. All they've done is file suit, we're a long way from them taking you from us and we will fight them every step of the way, as long as that's what you want." "It's what I want," I sniffled, "I already lost one family, I don't want to lose you guys to." Dylan came in with the towels and handed them to George and Nancy. George cleaned up the puddle of sick I'd left on the floor and Nancy gently wiped my face with the other. "There, there," she comforted, "There is no use making yourself sick about any of this. Mr. Carson will find a good family law attorney, we'll meet with them tomorrow and we'll figure out how we're going to fight this, alright?" "Ok, I'm sorry I puked," I muttered pitifully. "My poor boy," said Nancy, hugging me tight. "Dylan, why don't you take Benji upstairs," said George, "I think he needs to lie down for a while." "Ok dad, come on Benji," said Dylan, helping me to my feet. I was able to walk without stumbling, though my legs did feel like rubber. Dylan helped me up the stairs and when we got my room, we found Jamie listening to his iPod, I wondered why he hadn't come downstairs, now I knew, he hadn't heard all of the commotion. "What's going on?" asked Jamie, when he saw us. "Benji's uncle wants him to come live in Boston," said Dylan, "they're suing us to make that happen." "NO!" Jamie exclaimed, then rushed over and grabbed on to me, "They can't take him, they just can't!" "Don't grab him like that, he just threw up," said Dylan. But Jamie didn't let go, he held on tight and I was glad for his touch. "It's ok," I said, speaking for the first time, "I'm not going to throw up again." "What about your aunt and uncle?" asked Jamie. "They are not my aunt and uncle and I am not going to live with them," I stated forcefully. "Yeah but..." Jamie whined. "No buts, I don't care what any court says, I'm not going." That was the final word I had on the subject, at least for the moment. Dylan made sure that I was ok, then patted me on the shoulder and left to do his homework. Jamie wouldn't let go but that was ok, we helped each other over to the bed and lie down so that I could try and calm myself. Jamie held onto me like a vice and I stroked up and down his back, it took some time but eventually I did relax. Dinner sucked that night, no one was in the mood to eat and conversation was minimal. I excused myself as quickly as I could and tried to concentrate on my homework but nothing could take my mind off of how I was feeling. I'd finally put my father's death behind me, in so much as you can ever do, I'd settled in, grown attached to my new family, made friends, had a wonderful boy friend. Now the Blair's had come along and ripped the scab off of my feelings, forcing me to relive the horrible uncertainty I'd felt when I lost my father. Eventually I gave up on my reading, took a shower and got ready for bed. I was still in a sour mood the next morning but on the bright side, at least I'd see Avery. When George dropped us off at school, I immediately set out in search of my friends, who I found in front of Robbie's locker. I marched right over to the guys and ignoring their greetings, I grabbed Avery's arm and dragged him off. "Benji, what the hell?" said Avery. "We need to talk, somewhere private," I stated, looking for such a place. "Well, let me lead the way then," said Avery, "There's a janitors closet by my locker." Avery had about the most secluded locker in all of John Adams High. It was in the basement, on a dead end corridor that was so creepy, I hated coming down here with him after practice to get his books. Across from his locker we found a door and sure enough, it was unlocked. "Ok, what is going on?" asked Avery, once we were inside. I grabbed onto him and held on for dear life. I wore I wouldn't cry but I couldn't help it, he hugged me back and his embrace was so tender, so loving, that the dam I'd built up around the churning cauldron that was my emotions, broke. "Hey, you're scaring me now, what's this all about?" asked Avery. Between my sobs, I explained everything that had taken place after I got home last night. He didn't say anything, didn't interrupt, he let me tell my story at my own pace, gently stroking my back the entire time. "Can they do that?" asked Avery, when I'd finished, "I mean can they really take you away." "I don't know, no one seems to be able to give me a straight answer," I explained. "What about that guy you told me about, the one in New York that takes care of everything for you, he's a lawyer, right?" asked Avery. "Mr. Carson, that's who we called, he didn't know anything, he's coming up this afternoon, I hope he's got some news," I stated. "Ok then, what about your mo..., I mean Nancy, isn't she a lawyer?" said Avery. "Yeah but she's not the right kind, we need a family lawyer," I explained. "Hey I got an idea," said Avery, pulling out his iPhone. "Who are you calling?" I asked, but he just held his hand up to silence me. "Hi Norma," said Avery, when the line was answered, "it's Avery, is my mom there? Oh, can you have her call me as soon as she gets a chance, it's really important. Ok, thanks, bye." "Your mom?" I asked. "Duh, she's a family lawyer, a really good one too," said Avery. "Oh my God, I totally forgot about that," I exclaimed. "Geez, you stay the night at my house, you eat my food, play with my sister and you can't even remember what my mom does," Avery teased, with his big happy grin. "Hey I've had a lot on my mind," I grinned sheepishly. "I know this is a big deal, I don't want to loss you anymore then you want to leave, but sweetie, you have to relax or you're going to make yourself sick," said Avery. "I already did last night, I puked all over the floor," I blushed. "Um, you're not going to puke on me if I hug you again, are you?" asked Avery in a playful tone. "It's the risk you take," I smiled, the first genuine smile I'd had since the day before. "I'll take that risk," said Avery, wrapping his strong swimmers arms around me. "I love you so much," I whispered into his ear. "And I love you, so for now, you've got a lot of people working on this for you, let's let them handle it and not worry until there is something to worry about, ok?" said Avery. I nodded my head and then rested it against his shoulder. I loved him more in that moment, there in that dark, dirty janitor's closet then I ever had before. It was one thing to enjoy our kisses or to sneak touches of his beautiful body, but he'd just proven to me that he was willing to stand by me no matter what happened. That made him more beautiful then I'd ever seen him before. When the bell rang for first period, I was reluctant to let him out of my grasp. "Ugh, do we have to go?" I whined. "Well, as much as I would love to marry you and settle down with a few kids, I think you'd be happier if we did it somewhere other than this closet," Avery smirked. "You are such a smartass," I laughed. "Yeah and you love every minute of it," Avery retorted. "No argument there," I giggled. I felt better when we got to class. I focused on my teachers and everything they had to say, it made the morning a lot easier when I wasn't wallowing in my own problems. Unfortunately, Avery's mother never got back to him but that didn't dampen my mood to much, I was able to get through the rest of the day and by the time swim practice was over, I was ready to get home and hoped I'd find some answers. There was another strange care in our driveway, but this time it looked familiar. "George, Benji, can you come into the study please?" Nancy shouted when we walked in the door. "Good luck dude," said Dylan, clapping me on the back before going upstairs. I followed George into the study and to my great surprise, I found Marsha Spencer, Avery's mother, sitting with Nancy and Mr. Carson. "Hello Benji, it's good to see you again," said Mr. Carson, "I understand you know Mrs. Spencer." "Yeah, hi Mrs. Spencer, what are you doing here?" I asked. "Mr. Carson called me this morning, I understand you need an attorney," she smiled. I felt relieved. I don't know anything about Mrs. Spencer's professional abilities but the idea that Avery's mom was going to take my case made me feel a sense of calm that I hadn't felt in days. I couldn't help myself, I had to hug her. "Oh Mrs. Spencer, I'm so glad to see you," I gushed, as I nearly broke her in half with my powerful embrace. "Easy there kiddo," she laughed, "I don't know what it is with boys that makes them hug so hard." "Sorry, I'm just so glad you're taking my case, can you tell me what's going on?" I asked. The meeting took a more serious tone at that time. I sat on the couch, between George and Nancy, while Mrs. Spencer brought me up to speed. It was no wonder she never called Avery back, she'd been busy. "Well first I want to put your mind at ease," said Mrs. Spencer, "You can sue anyone whenever you want in this country, filing this lawsuit doesn't mean that the Blair's get to just come in here and take you away, ok?" "Yeah, I sorta figured that, but, we'll, I'm scared," I blushed. "That's ok sweetie," said Nancy, patting my leg. "I spoke with the judge today and here is what is going to happen," continued Mrs. Spencer, "He's set a hearing in two months at which time the Blair's lawyer will present the basics of his case, he'll probably have Mr. Blair testify. I'll have a chance to cross examine him and then we'll present a witness of our own. At the end of that hearing, the judge will determine whether or not to dismiss the case or proceed to trial." "I've looked over the suit and I really don't think the Blair's have much to stand on, they aren't blood relatives, there was no mention of them in your father's will, they're basing their suit on the fact that they knew your parents and are therefore most qualified to take care of you based on `familial ties,'" Mrs. Spencer explained. "But I don't want to live with them," I stated. "I know you don't and you'll have the chance to tell that to the judge, you're going to be our star witness," said Mrs. Spencer. "You mean on the stand, in front of everyone?" I asked, shyly. "Don't worry, we'll prepare you and you'll do just fine," she smiled. "Ok, but what about between now and the hearing, what happens now?" I was eager to know. "Nothing, in the short term you go about your normal life, I know you're burning up the competition with your diving, keep that up and leave the worrying to the grownups," said Mrs. Spencer, "Think you can do that?" "I don't know, can you make Avery help me," I smiled. "I'm sure that can be arranged," she smiled. "Thanks Mrs. Spencer, this means a lot to me, having your help," I stated. "Well, if I let my husband's star diver get away, I'll never hear the end of it," she grinned, just like her son. "Having said all of that, there is one more thing I think might strengthen our case," said Mrs. Spencer, "If we filed for a legal adoption, asked the judge to rule on it when he makes his ruling at the hearing, it would go a long way in demonstrating the bond you've formed as a family." "Oh, we hadn't thought about that," said George. "You, you do want me, don't you?" I asked, using my smallest voice, not looking up to meet his gaze, afraid that the answer could be no, that they'd decided I wasn't worth all the trouble. "Of course we do son, we just thought you might need more time, your father hasn't been gone that long, we didn't want to push you," said George. "Benji, would you be comfortable with that, in effect you would become the Prescott's legal son, they'd be your mom and dad," said Mr. Carson, speaking for the first time since we began. I sat quietly for a moment, it was a big decision. It was one thing for George and Nancy to be my guardian's, quite another to be my parents. In that split second, the last few months passed before my eyes. I saw myself, scared and alone and I saw George and Nancy Prescott watching over me like a pair of guardian angels. In the end, it wasn't a tough choice at all. "Yes, I'd be comfortable with that, it's exactly what I want," I smiled. George and Nancy hugged me and we let the lawyers go over the rest of their business. There wasn't much more to be said, Mrs. Spencer would start looking into the Blair's and preparing my case. It was decided that Mr. Carson would send them a letter stating that even should they win custody, he would maintain control over the estate until I came of age. We didn't think that the Blair's were motivated by money, after all they had plenty of their own, but just in case their motivations were less the noble, the letter might scare them off. A few days later, we had another swim met and I actually took first place, not just for freshman but overall. That was my first, first place victory and I was very pleased with myself. Avery, not surprisingly, also took first place and his parents took us out to celebrate. I'd made arrangements to spend the night at Avery's regardless of how we did at the met and so after a dinner of grilled steak and baked potatoes, I was glad to find myself in Avery's bed. We were both exhausted from the day's exertions but when you're 14 and have to rely on parents for rides, you take every opportunity to make your time together something special. Tonight, we'd played with Aribella for a while but once she went to bed, we retired to Avery's room where we stripped down to our underpants and climbed into bed. We were still taking things fairly slow but in the months we'd been together, we had graduated to making out and jerking each other off. I lie there, feeling Avery's body pressed against mine, while he sucked on my tongue. I'd been sucking on his for a few minutes but now it was my turn to enjoy that heavenly sensation while I stroked his chest and tweaked his hard little nipples. Our tongues went back to dueling in each other's mouths and I moved my hand lower, letting my fingers dance across Avery's developing abdomen. He, on the other hand went straight for the prize and groped my dick through my tighty whities. At this point in our relationship, his fingers on my dick feel as familiar as my own. With him so close to me, I didn't have much room to slip my hand between his legs, so I settled with the other part of his anatomy I loved, his firm little swimmer's butt. I groped the hard mounds that felt like steel beneath his tight blue briefs, then surprised him by slipping my hand under his waistband and kneading the soft flesh stretched over taught muscle. "Hey, that tickles," Avery giggled. "Oh, you've got ticklish buns?" I grinned wickedly then played with his butt some more. "Ok, stop, stop," he panted, "you want my parents to come in, how would I explain your hands in my undies?" he asked. "Well, we could avoid that problem by taking them off," I winked. Avery rolled on his back and lifted his butt up while I slowly pulled his briefs off. Part of me hated doing that, he looked so cute in his briefs but then again, I'd never get any if I based my decisions on what he looked cute in. I got his undies down and off, then tossed them over my shoulder, I then pinned him down and kissed his lips. My victory was short lived as he rolled on top and removed my underpants with similar ease. Avery lay on top of me, I felt his dick brushing my thigh while mine was pressed between our flat stomachs. We kissed and I rubbed his back, then he stopped and looked into my eyes. His eyes are so beautiful, so vividly green, like his irises were made of emeralds. I could stare into those eyes for eternity but he usually doesn't linger that long. When I noticed the stare going on longer than normal I had to ask what was on his mind. "Whatcha thinkin about?" I asked playfully. "Well, we've been dating for a few months now, and we've been taking things gradually, wouldn't you agree?" he asked. "I would." "Well, I was just thinking that it might be time to take one of those next steps," said Avery. "Ok, I'm game," I answered, excitedly, "What did you have in mind?" Avery gave me one of his special smiles, then he brought his lips back down to mine. We kissed briefly then he began to make his way down my body, giving my soft butterfly kisses along the centerline of my body. He nibbled around the rim of my belly button and then kissed the shorn skin above my dick. Competitive swimmers will often shave their bodies in order to make them lighter and more hydrodynamic, the weight is hardly worth mentioning but when your sport is measured in hundredths of a second, any advantage counts. Our team did this as a team building exercise, we had gathered at Quincy Tyler's house once night and 30 boys shaved their legs and pubic areas. It didn't matter if me, Robbie and the other divers shaved, it wouldn't have any effect on our scores, but we did it out of solidarity with our team mates. As Avery kissed my shaved patch of skin, or my boy spot, as he calls it, I felt a shiver run through my spine. Avery then took my dick in his hand and seemed to be examining it closely while he slowly stroked it up and down. When he worked up the courage, he stuck his tongue out tentatively, and moved his face forward until it came into contact with my head. Avery held his tongue there for a moment, then when he became accustomed to the taste, he started to lick my shaft up and down. I'd never felt anything so good in my life, I reached down and stroked Avery's hair, while he wrapped his pouty lips around my head and started to suck on it. It wasn't the best blow job in the world, he scratched me with his teeth a couple of times and I didn't last nearly as long as I would have liked, but for those few brief minutes, I was in heaven. The look of surprise on Avery's face, when I spurted cum into his mouth was classic. His eyes popped open wide and a little dribbled out of the corner of his mouth, but he didn't pull away, he took the load in his mouth and sat up with a satisfied smile when he'd swallowed it. "Well, how was it?" he grinned, "Good?" "No, not really," I smiled wickedly. "N0!" he exclaimed, "Are you serious?" "Yeah, it's wasn't good, it was GREAT!" I exclaimed. "Oh," said Avery, as he lie down next to me, "I was worried I'd done it wrong." "No way, that was the best feeling ever," I assured him, "Do you want me to do you now?" "I'd love that but uh," Avery blushed and raised his cum covered hand, "sorry, I couldn't contain myself." "It's ok baby," I grinned, then leaned in for a kiss. Avery pulled me close so that my head was resting on his chest. I love it when he holds me like that, when I can lean up for a kiss and stroke the soft skin of his belly. I lie there, sharing that perfect embrace with my boyfriend and lover, when a strong urge came into my mind. "Avery?" "Hmm?" said Avery. "I think I'm ready," I stated. "Ready for what babe?" he asked. "I think it's time I came out to my family." "Really, are you sure about that, even with all this going on?" asked Avery. "Yeah, I've been thinking about it a lot," I explained, "We have to hide it at school and everywhere else, I want to have the freedom to be myself in my own home, like you have." "I have to admit, my home life is much easier with my parents knowing," said Avery. "So, will you be there with me?" "If it'll make things easier, of course I will," said Avery. "Good," I replied, then kissed him again. "When do you want to do this?" asked Avery. "I'm still thinking about it," I explained, "but soon."