Date: Mon, 28 Aug 2000 22:11:01 EDT
From: Bwstories8@aol.com
Subject: Boy For Hire - chapter 9

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Boy For Hire - by BW  (Young-Friends).         Copyright 2000 by billwstories
Chapter 9 - A chance to be a kid.              February 2000

Kirk took me back to my place and I went straight to bed.  I slept through
the rest of the night and I didn't arise until noon on Sunday.  I looked
for Jeremy, hoping that he would show up now that what he objected to was
done and over with, but I still didn't see him.  I kept calling his private
line, but he wouldn't answer his phone.  I'll bet he has caller ID and he
sees that it's me calling.  I'll keep trying, though.

The school week started again and I got a couple of unexpected visitors
after classes let out.  On Wednesday, Derrick came by to see me and
Thursday night the twins showed up.  There was no sex, just pleasant
company.  The twins asked me to join them and a few of their other friends
when they went to the movies on Friday.  I asked who else was going and
they told me.  They were all boys that I had met at the party.  I was
already planning to go, even before I found out that Derrick was going to
be part of the group.  I don't know what it is about him that attracts me
so, but I find that I'm infatuated with that little imp.  It's not a sexual
attraction, though I wouldn't mind that either, but I find that I want to
be with him, take care of him, and protect him.  He's so shy, naive, and
immature in the ways of the world that he needs someone to look after him.
I want that someone to be me.

Kirk picked me up Friday night in his parents' mini van, loaded down with
the other boys.  He took us to the mall and we all filed into the theater.
I bought the largest tub of popcorn the theater had, so I could pass it
around, and Derrick took the seat to my left.  He made sure that our arms
or hands touched each time he reached for some popcorn and he would give me
one of those cute little smiles every time that I looked over at him.  Andy
sat on my right, with Chad to the right of him.  The movie wasn't all that
great, but I had a really good time.  Derrick sat beside me on the ride
home and he put his hand on top of mine as we rode along.

I was the first one dropped off, being the last one picked up, and I went
back to my place thinking that my new life was much better than my old.  I
scanned the windows to find Jeremy, but I didn't see any signs of him.  I
tried the doors, but once again they were locked.  I went in, grabbed a
soda, and I watched some television.  I called Jeremy's number but no one
answered.  I went to bed still thinking about him, wondering if we'd be
able to make up one final time.

Saturday my phone rang, just before noon.  I hoped it was Jeremy, but it
was Derrick.  I was slightly disappointed, but Derrick quickly flushed that
feeling from my heart.

"Hi, Trevor.  What are you doing?" he asked innocently.

"Nothing much.  How about you?"

"About the same.  Do you have any plans for today?"

"No, I don't, Derrick.  Do you have something in mind?"

"Well, I thought maybe we could spend the day together.  You can come to my
house or I could come to yours."

"Well, I don't know where you live and I don't have a ride.  You know where
I live, though."

"I'll come over there, then."

"That will be fine, but I don't have a lot to do here."

"That's okay.  I'll bring some stuff with me."  He paused before he spoke
again.  "Could I spend the night with you?"

I chuckled to myself, as I was secretly hoping this might happen.  "Why
sure, I'd love that."

"Great.  I'll be there in an hour or so.  Is that all right?"

"Of course it is.  I'll see you then."

An hour later, a big old Lincoln came pulling into Jeremy's driveway and
Derrick jumped out of it.  He unloaded a couple of large gym bags from the
back seat and he was struggling to carry them back to my place.  I went out
to greet him and to give him a hand with his belongings.

"How long are you planning to stay for?" I joked.

"Just tonight," he answered quite seriously.  "These are just things for us
to do."

We went into my place and he set the things on my table.  "What do you have
there?" I asked him.

"Oh, my Play Station and some games for it and a couple of board games.  I
wasn't sure what you might want to do."

"Just having you here is enough," I answered.

He grinned at me and he wrapped his arms around me.  "I like you a lot,
Trevor, and not just because of what we did at the party.  I had fun
sitting with you at the movies too."

"Me too."  Now I acted on impulse.  "How'd you like to be my little
brother?"

His eyes got as big as saucers and his grin broadened.  "You mean that?"

"Of course I do.  It wouldn't be official or anything like that, but it
would be for us."

"I'd really like that.  I don't have any brothers or sisters and I always
wanted one.  You'd be a great big brother."

"Thanks, little guy.  I think you're going to make a mighty fine little
brother as well."

He hugged me and I bent over and planted a kiss on his lips.  He squealed
with joy and hugged me harder.  It took him another minute to calm down a
little, though.  "Do you want to play some video games?" he asked, still
beaming.

"Sure.  Whatever you want, bro."

He hooked his Play Station up to my small TV, and we spent the next hour or
so blowing things up.  We took a break, had a drink, and then he said he
wanted to find a movie on the television.  He found something that
interested him and then came over and crawled up on my lap, hooking his arm
around my neck and placing his head on my shoulder.  We watched the whole
movie, never changing positions.

"That was nice," he said, kissing me on the cheek as the movie ended.
"Maybe we can find another movie."

"That would be fine," I said to him, not wishing to disappoint this little
angel.  He was very disappointed, though, but only because he couldn't find
anything interesting to watch on the tube.  "Hey, Trevor.  Can I call Chad
and Andrew and ask them over, too?"

"Sure.  Why not?"  Derrick called the twins and they said they'd be over.
When they got there, we ended up playing teams on the video games, Derrick
and me against the twins.  We all had a lot of fun and then I asked them if
they were hungry.  We all were, so I ordered a pizza and had it delivered.
When it arrived, we all dug in and gorged ourselves.  We played some board
games next, and we were having a great deal of fun when the twins had to
leave.  We bid them good night and we went back inside.  Derrick found
another movie on the television and he cuddled with me as we watched it.
He was getting sleepy and I suggested that we should go to bed.  We
stripped down to our underwear and we got under the covers.

"Trevor, I had a real nice time.  I haven't had that much fun in a long
time, well not since the party, anyway."  I kissed him on the forehead,
then he put his head on my shoulder, swung his arm across my chest, and
placed his top leg over mine.  He soon fell asleep and we stayed like that
the whole evening.  I stayed awake for some time, just watching my little
angel sleep.  As I mentioned before, I was fascinated with this kid but not
in a sexual way, not like Jeremy.  Jeremy I wanted for a lover, but Derrick
I wanted as a brother or a very good friend.  I finally fell asleep, after
watching his chest rise and fall for several minutes and after examining
his sleeping, peaceful face.

When I awoke the next morning, Derrick was still there beside me, his eyes
open, watching me sleep.

"I didn't think you were ever going to wake up," he said, slightly annoyed.
I kissed him and apologized.  I told him that I would make it up to him in
due time.  We went to the kitchen area, had some toast with butter and
jelly, and a glass of orange juice.  When we had finished our hasty meal
and we had rinsed the dishes, I scooped him up and swung him around.  He
giggled with delight and then he asked me to do it again.  I did, and this
time we almost fell over from the effects of centrifugal force.  I dropped
to the floor exhausted.  We were both still laughing, lying there, side by
side.

"Hey, little bro, what do you say about taking a shower with me?"

"I'd like that."

We went into the bathroom, turned on the water, and we hopped into the tub.
We washed each other up, goofing around the whole time we did so, and then
we got out of the tub and dried each other off.  Again, there was nothing
sexual, just a great deal of fun.  I don't remember ever having the chance
to just be a kid before.  Derrick and I went back into the living area,
played some more video games, and then we watched another movie.  It wasn't
long before Derrick said he would have to go home, but he invited me to his
place the next weekend.  I agreed to come and he gave me another big hug
and a kiss.

"Thanks, big brother.  I had a great weekend.  See you next week.  I'll
have one of the staff pick you up.  Okay?"

"Sure it's okay, and I had fun too, Derrick.  I'm looking forward to next
weekend."

I helped him carry his things to the car when it arrived and I waved to him
as they left.  As I walked back to my place, I noticed Jeremy spying on me.
He was looking out of one of the upper floor windows.  I waved at him and
he disappeared quickly out of sight.  I went in and dialed his number, but
he didn't answer.  This is driving me crazy.  How long is he going to keep
this up?

The next week was very uneventful, but I still looked for Jeremy every
chance I got.  If he was still watching me, he was doing it much more
secretively.  When the weekend got here, Derrick showed up on Friday night
in the Lincoln to pick me up.  I found out that it was, indeed, one of the
hired help driving the car for this purpose.  We went back to his house and
he gave me a tour.  It was another big magnificent place, maybe even a
little nicer than Jeremy or Kirk's homes.  Man, these guys sure live in the
middle of some real big bucks.  Friday night, we spent the time alone and
then we slept together in Derrick's bed.  Again, he cuddled with me the
whole night and I loved every minute of it.  On Saturday some of the other
boys from the party came over for a while.  We played outside most of the
time and we just had a good time.  The whole day was totally spontaneous
and we just did whatever someone suggested.  These guys didn't even act
like they remembered what I had done to each one of them at the party.
Maybe it wasn't that they didn't remember, because I'm sure they did, but
they just didn't treat me any differently than any of the others because of
it.  It was absolutely great.  They just treated me like one of their
friends and not like a cheap slut.  I was afraid that some of them might,
considering what we had done together.

Saturday night after everyone had left, we went back up to Derrick's room
together.  I told him what a great time I was having and he said that he
was, too.  He looked so beautiful and so innocent that I just had to kiss
him.  He relaxed immediately and he let me do whatever I wanted to with
him.  I just had to give him a special thank you for all of the fun that
we've had together the past couple of weekends.  Slowly, I removed his
shirt and I started to kiss my way around his chest.  Derrick is somewhat
ticklish, so he squirmed around a great deal while I gave him pleasure.  I
sucked on both of his breasts, one after the other, and he moaned
frequently as I suckled on his man-teats like a young calf.  His mouth
remained wide open the whole time, as if it were a reminder for him to
breathe while we both enjoyed this simple pleasure.

After a considerable delay, I reached his waist and undid his pants.  I
pulled his britches and his briefs down at the same time, and then I
removed his socks.  There stood his cute little 4" 'monster' and I soon
found myself using it like a soda straw.  I took his dick and scrotum into
my mouth, together, and I licked and sucked them simultaneously.  He
squirmed and moaned beneath me as I brought his juices to a slow boil.  His
passion kept burning until his volcano erupted in a small blast of thin,
watery cum.  It may not have been plentiful, but it sure was sweet.  When
he recovered from his orgasm, I asked him if he wanted to put his briefs
back on.  He said 'no'.  He told me that he wanted us both to sleep naked
tonight.  I got undressed, crawled under the covers with him, and we both
fell asleep.  Once again, my little angel had draped himself over me, not
letting go until morning.

Sunday morning we got up, showered together, and we went down to breakfast.
The cook fixed us a large breakfast and we stuffed ourselves completely.
The woman told me that she was glad to see that Derrick had made a new
friend.  She said that he had always been a very sad little boy, but he had
been like a new person the past couple of weeks, since we had started
hanging out together.  I told her that I thought he was special too, almost
like a little brother.  She smiled, winked at Derrick, and then we left the
room.

Sunday afternoon the twins came over and we shot some pool in the family
room.  We also played some air hockey and some video games.  Guess what the
teams were.  Like you couldn't figure it out.  After the twins left, I told
Derrick that I should go back home.  I went up to his room to get my things
and Derrick followed me up.  He shut the door behind us and he looked at me
seriously.  "Can we do this every weekend?" he asked.

"Well, little brother, I don't know about every weekend, but we can spend a
lot of them together.  How's that sound?"

"That sounds wonderful," he said.  "Can I have a kiss before you leave?"

"Sure, I always kiss my brother good-bye."  I gave him a brotherly kiss on
the lips, tousled his hair, and I put my arm over his shoulder and around
his neck.  This is the way he walked me down to the car.  One of the help
drove us to my place and we said farewell before I got out of the vehicle.
Once again, I waved to him as they drove off.

I threw my things into the guest-house and I went over to the back door of
Jeremy's house.  It was unlocked.  I went through the house, made my way up
to Jeremy's room, and I found him lying on his bed.

"Hi, stranger," I began.  "I've missed seeing you around."

"It doesn't look like you've had much time to miss me," he snapped back.

"It's true, I've made some other friends, but I still miss you."

"Looks like you've been doing a pretty good business back there, as well."

"Jeremy, they're friends.  I haven't been having sex with them.  We horse
around, we laugh, and we have a good time.  Nothing else.  Not like I want
to do with you, if you'd let me."

"You did the party though, didn't you?"

"Yes, I told you that I would because I had promised Kirk that I'd do it.
That was the last time I do something like that, unless you don't want me
around here any more.  In that case, I guess I'd have to go back peddling
my butt so I could afford a place of my own."

"I really do want you to stay here, but I just don't know if I can trust
you any more," Jeremy responded, a little too coolly for me to miss the
slam.

"Jeremy, I love you and no one else."

"And all those boys that keep coming around?"

"They're friends.  They could be our friends, if you'd let them.  Your
friends could also become our friends.  They're like brothers to me, but
you're my only lover, at least I hope you are.  What do you say?  Please."

"I'll have to think about it."

"Will you at least answer when I call you and come out to see me once in a
while?"

"I'll think about that, too."

"OK.  I guess that's all I can ask for right now.  I love you, Jeremy, and
I hope that you still love me."

I left and went back to my place.  I thought maybe I'd just listen to some
music.  There were some CD's next to the CD player.  I checked them out.
Most of them were Broadway musicals or classical music.  I found a CD that
said "Jesus Christ Superstar".  I knew this was kind of a soft rock
musical, so I listened to it.  At the end of the first disc, there was a
song that caught my attention, so I replayed it.  Yes, it kind of described
my relationship with Jeremy.  Even though it was about a woman loving a
man, it could have applied to us, at least most of it.  That song was
supposedly sung by Mary Magdalene.  She was reputedly a prostitute who
loved Jesus.  I guess our case was kind of similar.  I was a boy whore who
loved Jeremy.  I guess I shouldn't compare Jeremy to Jesus, but the
situation was about the same.  The song was "I Don't Know How To Love Him"
and I played it once more to listen to the words.

I don't know how to love him,
What to do, how to move him.
I've been changed, yes, really changed.
In these past few days when I've seen myself,
I seem like someone else.

I don't know how to take this,
I don't see why he moves me.
He's a man, he's just a man,
And I've had so many men before
In very many ways.
He's just one more.

Should I bring him down, should I scream and shout,
Should I speak of love, let my feelings out?
I never though I'd come to this - what's it all about?

Don't you think it's rather funny
I should be in this position?
I'm the one who's always been
So calm, so cool, no lover's fool,
Running every show.
He scares me so.

There was a little more, but it wasn't as appropriate to our situation.  I
compared the words of the song to my situation, starting with the first
verse.  It's not that I don't know how to love him, it's just that I don't
know how to get through to him or find a way that we can finally understand
each other.  I've also changed and I do seem like someone else, at least
since I've arrived here.  For the first time in my life, I feel free to be
a kid and to just have fun.  I like the feeling and I like it here, but I
still need Jeremy to fill that void.  I need a lover to go along with all
of my new friends.

In the second verse, it says he's just a man, well, a boy in Jeremy's case
and a special boy to me.  Yes, I've had a lot of men and boys before but
none of them have moved me like Jeremy.  I don't know exactly what it is,
but I feel lost without him to fill my soul.  If it were just sex, I could
have plenty of that but I needed Jeremy to provide the real love.

The third verse speaks to how to approach him.  I wish I knew what to do.
I have spoken my feelings to him and I've told him that I love him but
there's so much more to say.  Do I just dump it all on him and hope for the
best, or what?

The last verse pretty much sums up where we find ourselves now.  It is a
funny position.  Since that night that I broke away from my father, I have
been in charge of my own life, calling my own shots, and running the entire
show, even though I've had some help along the way.  Maybe the problem is
that I don't know how to run my own life.  I didn't have a very good
example in my father and there was no one else to learn from.  I don't know
how to take care of myself, but I've had to do it anyway.  I need someone
to stand beside me.  I need someone to help me and guide me.  I'm praying
that Jeremy will be the one and that he'll want to be there for me like I
want him there.

The last line probably sums it all up, but that might not be the precise
word to use.  Jeremy doesn't scare me.  I'm not scared of him or by him,
it's just that I'm just scared that I'll lose him.  I'm scared that I'd
have to live without him.  Even though we've had our problems, I do love
him and I need him in my life.  It's not just that I owe him for taking me
in and caring for me, I really care for him.  I deeply love him.  That's
what this is really all about.

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