Date: Wed, 13 Jul 2005 01:01:20 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jason Lancaster <jay1234l@yahoo.com>
Subject: Cloudy Day

I was in the mood to write , so I made up a story. I
posted it first on the BLOC and I am going to post it
here and to several other boylove websites. This is
fiction, but won't be anything inappropriate. Also, I
would like to say that I am not responsible for the
accuracy of the story when it refers to real places or
for any of the actions of the characters.

****WARNING****
This story does contain a brief and non-explicit
sexual scene. It would probably be rate R as a movie.
No vulgar words were harmed (or used) in the
production of this story. However, a fictional boy
might have been.

I am writing it first person, but anything after this
won't be me and won't be real:

I sat on the grass enjoying the day. It was a cloudy
day, but I love cloudy days. There was a nice cool
breeze coming off the ocean. I was wearing a navy blue
sweater from American Eagle. It had some random sports
team on it, I don't remember which. I was wearing blue
jeans. Also from American Eagle. A large shiny
steamship was coming into the port below. Its horn
screamed a warning to smaller boats to stay out of its
way. As I cringed from the sound I noticed a boy
crying on the seawall below. His knees were pressed up
against his belly with his arms holding them tightly
in place. His face was hidden between them and he was
slowly rocking back and forth. He was wearing a long
teal t-shirt that had green block text saying, "Life
is Different in Rio" I couldn't see if he was wearing
any shorts underneath. I looked around but there was
no else around and the boy looked really in need of
comfort so I climbed down the hill. I sat down next to
him, lying back onto the grass and leaving my legs
hanging over the side of the wall.

The boy, as almost any child would do in a situation
like this, mumbled, "Leave me alone."

I responded, ignoring him, "Doesn't that cloud look a
like a unicorn?"

He looked up and released his knees from his stomach.
"I said, leave me alone!" Then he glared at me.

"Hmm^Å what did you say? I am a little deaf in my right
ear." Before he could respond I continued, "It really
is a beautiful cloud. Look, right up there." I pointed
at a random cloud. However, he just pouted and
stubbornly refused to look up. I took out a
handkerchief and handed it to him. "It looks like you
need to blow your nose."

He wiped the tears off of his face and then blew his
nose. Then he continued glaring at me. "Can you please
just leave me alone, sir?"

"Only if you tell me what happened to you and why you
are all alone."

"I ran away. I hate my dad!"

I stood up. "Okay then. I guess I have to leave you
alone right now. You look old enough to take care of
yourself. Are you going to become a ship's boy on that
steamboat?"

He bit his lip. "Don't leave. You seem^Å nice enough."
He looked at me and I could see pain in his eyes. "You
want to help me find some work?"

"Hmmm^Å" I pretended to consider it. "Stand up, let's
take a look at you."

He reluctantly got up, revealing that he wasn't
wearing any shorts. "I can do anything. Just don't
make me go back home to my dad!"

"You look like a nice strong boy. I think I can get
you a job on my work group. My name is Ray, what's
yours?" I said as I turned around and began to walk
away.

He ran after me and yelled, "Slow down."

I stopped. "If we're going to be working together, I
need to know your name."

"Oh. Sorry, sir." He looked at me with his sad puppy
eyes again. "My name is Charlie."

"It's okay, you don't have to call me sir." I said,
kneeling on the ground next to him to be able to look
into his eyes without looking down at him. I could
feel the slightly damp grass through my jeans, but I
didn't mind.

"You're nice." He said, reiterating his earlier point.

I began walking again more slowly. "You're nice too."
I sighed. "Are you cold?"

He nodded.

"Why did you run away without any pants?"

"I didn't have ti^Å umm^Å I don't want to talk about
it."

"Then lets go in here." I said, as I walked towards an
open shop. "I think they may have pants in your size
and it'll be nice and warm. I think I can afford to
give you an advance on your first pay check."

We ended up buying a few outfits and then went around
to various shops and bought other items for him. When
we got to my one room apartment, I set up a mattress
for Charlie on the floor next to my bed with plenty of
warm blankets. Then I walked across the room and
cooked up some dinner. The room was pretty plain. The
lights were florescent. When you walked in there was a
large armoire directly in front of you, containing all
my clothes. To your left there was the kitchen counter
with 2 chairs pulled up to it. Behind it was the
kitchenette. There was a reasonably sized
refrigerator, an oven, a stove-top, and a microwave.
Also a few laminate cabinets containing my plates,
cups, and a miniature food processor. On the wall to
either side of the armoire there was a window. To your
right there is the bedroom area. On one side of bed
there was the bathroom door. To the other I had set up
the mattress on the floor. The walls were plain white
and there were no curtains, blinds, or anything on the
windows. To decorate the wall that was shared by the
door, I had hung two shelving cases that I had built
of scrap lumber. They were mostly filled with little
wooden knickknacks I had carved in my spare time.

Oh? You want to know something about me? My name is
Raymond Groben. I was a carpenter in Vancouver at the
time that these events I am describing occurred. I was
32 years old when these events took place. I always
like to say that they changed my life. I hope hearing
about them effects you as much as experiencing them
affected me. Now back to the story:

Soon after dinner, I turned off the lights and we both
got in our beds. I had gotten him some nightclothes
and had pulled out something for me to wear as well.
As a started to fall asleep, I felt him get in bed
with me and cuddle me close. I think he wanted human
comfort so I left him alone. We were soon asleep
together. When I woke up with the first light of dawn,
he was still tightly wrapped around me. I gently pried
him off and got up to scramble a couple of eggs. I saw
him peek up at me and groan as I was getting up. By
the time the room was filled with the smell of eggs
however, he was up and at the table. I gave him the
eggs and went to take the shower I had skipped the
night before. By the time I got out, the eggs were
gone, so just grabbed a granola bar and we left.

"You don't want to be late for your first day of work,
do you?" I said as we walked quickly down the street.

"No, sir." he replied.

"I told you not to use that with me, although it might
be a good idea to use it with the foreman. I think he
would be impressed with your maturity." Neither of us
said anything else until we finished the short walk to
the work site. I then had an argument with the
foreman. He finally agreed to give me $2 extra an hour
for working with Charlie. I convinced him that having
an assistant would speed up my work. I, of course, had
to subcontract Charlie. I told him he was being paid
$5 an hour. Over the next couple of years, we
fastidiously counted up his expenses and charged them
against his wage. He even "paid" half the rent on the
apartment. This still left him with some allowance as
we worked long hours. He was somewhat helpful when he
wasn't distracted, but wasn't really worth what I paid
him for the work he did do. However, I enjoyed his
company enough to not mind paying for it.

Every night that week he came and got into my bed
shortly after lights out and clutched me tightly.
Neither of us mentioned it. That weekend, it seemed
like he would finally spill out his heart to me.
Here's his story, word for word, as he told it to me:

"You remember that morning you found me? I told you I
had run away. I guess I hadn't really run away. I've
gone to sit crying on that seawall many times. I had
always gone back home afterwards. I don't know if my
mom knew why I disappeared for hours most weekend
mornings. My dad should've but he was oblivious. As
far back as I can remember my dad would come watch me
sleeping every morning that he could. This was usually
just on weekends. We both slept naked and he wouldn't
get dressed to come to my room. Often he would take
off my blankets when he came. He brought me up to be
respectful, so I never said anything. Sometimes I
would watch him, pretending to be asleep. A few times
when I did this, I saw him masturbating looking at me.
About a year ago, I realized what that meant. He was
sexually attracted to me. I then knew that, as a good
son, I had to help him serve that attraction however
he wanted. So the next time he came in the morning. I
rolled over and got out of bed. I don't remember
exactly what I said. Something like, `Sir, I'd like to
pleasure you.' He didn't think it was unusual, as I
was always expected to address him in such a formal
way. He said I didn't have to if I didn't want to. I
didn't want to, but I didn't say anything, as I knew
he wanted to. I had been practicing various techniques
with my friends so I would be able to properly satisfy
him. He did tell me he truly loved me and really
didn't want to hurt me and reassure me again that I
could back out whenever I wanted. Then, by his
instructions, we masturbated each other. That day was
the first time I went out to the seawall. After that,
our activities progressed. As they progressed, I would
spend more time crying at the seawall afterwards. When
we were done, I'd wait for him to leave, slip on a
shirt and go out the window to that same place. When
you first asked me why I wasn't wearing pants, I
almost said I didn't have time. That morning was going
to be his first time penetrating me. I had penetrated
him. We had done almost anything you can imagine. I
knew what he was planning. I was afraid. It would be
disrespectful to refuse this honour, but I was too
scared of the pain to go through with it. So, when I
heard him coming to the room, I slipped into the shirt
and jumped out the window. He probably assumed that I
had forgotten and gone out early. If I had gone back,
I would've been soundly beaten, and then probably
penetrated this weekend. He's been searching for me.
I've been hiding the advertisements by him that say
he's looking for me from you. But I don't think your
going to tell him."

When he was done, I hugged him hard and said, "I am so
sorry."

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Copyright by Jay1234L.

I don't mind if people post this other places, but
please give me credit for the story.