Date: Sun, 27 Jan 2002 03:46:34 -0800 From: Robert Just Robert <kewl_dad_1@msn.com> Subject: Cory-Parts 1-2 The following is a work of fiction. The usual disclaimers apply. The characters are purely ficitonal as are the events. This story depicts acts of love and sex between a man and consenting teenage boy. If stories of this nature offend you or if you are under the age of 18 or it is illegal to read stories of this nature, then please leave now. The author retains all rights to this story and requests that you do not alter or post this story in any form without his permission. As always comments are welcomed. Cory Part 1 The magazines It was cold outside, I had the heater cranked up and I was wearing sweats to keep warm. I was at my computer chatting and checking out a news group for hot pics of young dudes. The knock on the door almost caused me to wet my pants. I exited out of those programs so fast, my computer must have gotten whiplash. I rose and walked to my front door, taking a look out the peephole. Standing outside my door was a young stud about 5'6" and from what I could see he was very cute and had the glowing body of youth. I quickly opened the door and there he stood dressed in worn jeans and a short sleeve shirt. He wore no coat, but he didn't act cold. Never one to pass up an opportunity to talk to a hot young dude, I opened the door. The kid was slick, he was into his magazine selling speech so quickly, I didn't know what hit me. Before I could say anything he had invited himself in and we were seated at my dining table, him writing down my name and stuff while I looked over the magazine list. His name was Cory and he was 16 and selling magazine subscriptions to help him earn money for a trip or something. I ask him an occasional question, and he always had an interesting answer. I don't know if I imagined it or not but he seemed he was giving off some sort of signal. Heck, I've been gay all my life and I consider myself a pretty good judge of people. Either the kid was interested, or he was just a really good salesman and was using my own interest to help his cause. At any rate, I managed to keep him there about a half hour or so while I checked him out. He was about 5"6", maybe 120 lbs., long flowing brown hair and green eyes. He was a real cutie. He had a nice slender body and I could see a well defined chest beneath the tight fitting t-shirt he was wearing. I managed to get a peek at his package and it looked adequate for a kid his size. He had a way of making eye-contact every time he said something, and his eyes were captivating. But, like I said I'm a pretty good judge of people, and I saw more in those eyes than he was telling. I saw pain, and beneath his outward self confident facade I saw a scared little boy. It turned out I was right on the money, but I wouldn't know this for some time to come. Anyway, as bad I felt about it I had to pass on the magazines. I was up to my eyeballs in car payment, rent and the basics. I didn't have 30 or 40 bucks to blow just to get in good with this kid I'd probably never see again. He let a little of the sad, scared boy out when I told him the news and I felt like an ass. But, I wasn't gonna get myself into something I'd regret just to ease my conscience. He stood up and smiled and crumbled the form up he had been filling out, but instead of tossing it, he put it in his pocket. I thought this was odd at the time, and actually worried that maybe I'd be getting phone calls and junk mail for the rest of my life. "You sure you can't buy just one....?" The kid asked in one last effort to sell me. "Sorry, dude I'm tapped. If I could man, I'd buy a dozen. You seem like a nice dude and I'd really like to help, I just can't." "It's cool man. I hear ya. I been all over this place and only sold ten scripts." He looked a little down but there was something about the kid that made me think he wouldn't stay that way long. "Hey, maybe the next guy will buy a bunch." I offered. "Yeah, thanks man. You have a great day, okay?" He said flashing me a smile. "You too man." I replied smiling, but the kid still didn't offer to go. "Since I took up so much of your time, could I offer you a drink or something before you go?" I suddenly ask, not knowing where it came from. He turned and looked at me curiously for a minute then smiled almost shyly. "Yeah, that would be cool." He sat back down and I got us a Pepsi and cut him a piece of the cake I had baked earlier in the day. One thing I'm good at is cooking and people tell me my cakes are to die for. As I sat down across from him I saw the little boy come out again in him as he took a big bite and smiled. With chocolate on his face and a big smile on his face, I saw him as he must have looked five or so years ago when he was a kid. He was so fucking cute, I wanted to eat him instead of the cake in front of me. He finished off his cake and I offered him another which he accepted gratefully. Hell, I'd have fed him the whole damn kitchen to have kept him there. He was more fun to look at then anyone I'd met in a long time. I wished I had the words to make him feel something for me, but as it went I already done everything that was needed. All the kid wanted was someone to listen to him and be nice to him. As we sat there he started talking, almost like he was in a trance or something and what he told me made me weak in the knees. "This is awesome cake. I never tasted cake like this before. Did you bake it?" "Yeah, I like cooking. You can look at me and see that." I chuckled. I wasn't really what you'd call fat...just chubby. But, actually I had lost a few pounds lately, the cake was sort of a treat for my suffering. I was 49, had just gotten divorced recently when my wife found me with another man. Funny how women have a problem with that. I was on my own at a time in my life when I should have been looking forward to retirement and grand kids. "You look okay to me." He said thoughtfully. "I like how you look." He added with a shy smile. I was completely taken aback by that. I must have blushed for he smiled almost wickedly and winked. "Thanks...I like how you look too." I said without thinking then turned three shades redder than I was. It was his turn to blush and he looked down at his plate. Then he began speaking and except for an occasional interruption from me, he would go on for almost an hour. "I told you I was 16, I'm not really." He began. "I won't be 16 till March. My name is Cory Michaels. I live with my dad, my mom died when I was 9. It was an accident. It was my fault. I took it pretty hard, but my dad took it worse. He hasn't been the same since she died. He works almost all the time and when he is home he doesn't want to be around me." He paused and I started to ask him more about his mom's death, but suddenly he started again. It was like he had this whole thing memorized and if he paused he'd loose his place. The truth was he was afraid if he didn't continue he would never get it out, and he needed to release it. "I don't blame him. I....don't really. It was me....I'm lucky he didn't kill me...or send me away." He looked really sad now and I wanted so badly to move over to him and comfort him, but I didn't think the time was right. "I never meant for it to happen. She was coming to pick me up at my friend's house, I was supposed to come home at five but I wanted to see my friend's new video game. I just blew it off. My dad said I was irresponsible." He laughed suddenly...a low guttural laugh that caused the hair on my neck to rise. "Irresponsible....that's a hoot. I was a spoiled little ass hole. I couldn't mind so my mom died on the way to pick me up. The guy who hit her didn't get a scratch. My mom was killed instantly they said. Not much comfort in that. I never got to tell her I was sorry, or that I loved her." He was weeping now, but softly as if he had done it a million times and was prepared for it. "Anyway....I don't blame him. I don't mind that he can't love me...but the other stuff.....I just can't stand it no more." Now he was sobbing very hard and his whole body shook. My time of indecision was passed. I rose and went to him pulling him into my arms. He melted into me and his sobs shook us both. I realized suddenly I was crying as well and I tried to get control of my emotions, he needed someone strong right now. "Shhh, it's okay." I whispered as he buried his face in my chest. I stroked his hair softly and tried to comfort him. "I don't want to go home ever again. I can't stand the pain... any more. I don't want to hit him back, but I swear one of these days...." He sobbed harder now unable to speak. God, what had I gotten into now. If his story was true he was being physically abused by his father and I was violating the law by not reporting it. However that didn't bother me as much as the fact that I was helpless to stop the abuse. I wondered what kind of man could hurt his own child. I had two of my own, a son and a daughter, both adults now and I still loved them with all my heart. My heart went out to this kid and I as held him in my arms, I tried to figure out how I could help. Suddenly he stopped crying. He pulled away gently and stood, his face a mask of restraint. He wiped the tears away and managed a weak smile. "Thanks, I have to go." I stared in disbelief as he gathered his stuff and let himself out. I must have stood there for five minutes or so just looking at the door. I sat down and cried. *************************************************************************** I didn't sleep much that night and I was useless at work the next day. I had sick time coming and by lunch time I had most of my work done so I took off. I checked the mail on my way up to my apartment and found a letter from an old friend. I was smiling as I climbed the stairs and fumbled for my keys. I let myself in and grabbed a soda before piling down in my recliner to read the letter. Suddenly there was a soft knocking at the door. I got up stiffly and padded over to the door and opened it. There stood Cory, shuffling nervously with tears running down his red puffy cheeks. "Cory, come in buddy." I managed to say. He stepped inside and looked around nervously. "I'm sorry...I don't mean to bother you...I got no place else to go." He said between sobs. I gathered him up and sat him down on the couch and piled down beside him. I placed an arm around his shoulder and let him cry it out. I patted him gently. He looked so much younger, so much more fragile than I had remembered. His sobs seemed to come from deep within and they broke my heart. I wanted to hold him forever and protect him from whatever or whoever was causing him this pain. I didn't care what anyone thought, or what might happen to me for getting involved, I only wanted to dry those tears. "Cory? What is it buddy?" I managed to croak out. "He...hates me. He told me to get out...he said I couldn't come back. He kicked me, he hit me, he wanted to kill me." He managed to choke out as he sobbed uncontrollably. "Shhh...it's okay. You can stay here till we figure out what to do. Don't worry. We'll think of something." I said trying to soothe his fears. I didn't know what laws I was breaking right now , and didn't care. Sometimes you just have to do what is right. He managed a little smile and his sobbing had lessened, but he still shook and occasionally he would sort of shudder like he had lost control of part of his body. I wondered if his dad had injured him more than the bruises would indicate. I had to know, I didn't want to risk his getting worse for lack of treatment. Fortunately my best friend was a doctor. I excused myself and called my friend, telling him only what I needed to to get him to agree to come over. I came back to find Cory stretched out on the couch hugging himself. I got a quilt and covered him up. I sat across from him in my recliner and kept an eye on him, believing he was asleep. After a few minutes he opened his eyes and smiled weakly at me and I could see the gratitude in his eyes. Shortly my friend arrived and I let him in. Cory sat up and looked at me in panic. I soothed him and assured him that he was safe, and my friend was just here to help. Cory accepted that and cooperated as my friend did a thorough examination of his body. When he had finished he pulled me aside and Cory lay back down on the couch. "With out x-rays I can't be sure, but I don't think there are any broken bones. I think his ribs are just bruised, but even if they were cracked there is not a lot you can do about it. If he takes it easy they'll heal okay. The rest is superficial, some bruises and the like... certainly nothing to worry about. Truthfully I'm worried more about his mental condition. Kids like him sometimes feel the only way out is suicide. Hey Bob, I trust you. But I just gotta ask, what's this kid to you?" I told him everything and he nodded thoughtfully. "It's your call Bob, but I'm supposed to report stuff like this. But, I'm here as a friend, not a doctor right now." "I really appreciate that, Mark. I tell you what if I can't sort this all out in a couple of days then maybe we should report it, but for right now.....I think I can handle it." I said, knowing he would give me that chance. "Okay, Bob. Just give him some Advil or Tylenol for the pain..and keep him quiet. If anything changes bring him to the office tomorrow." I hugged Mark and he left as Cory watched us curiously. Mark and I had met at a gay bar and although we had done the one night thing, our relationship had progressed beyond that...to that of being friends. I knew I could count on him. Once Mark was gone Cory eyed me curiously and looked as if he wanted to talk. "Mark and I are friends. I called him cause I knew he would be cool about all this." I explained. "Thanks man. I really, really....thanks man." He said looking up at me with tears in his emerald eyes. "No problem. Hey, you hungry. I'm starved." For the first time I realized I hadn't eaten today. "Yeah, a little." He said weakly. "Okay then, how does pizza sound?" I didn't really feel like cooking at the moment. "Great...pepperoni?" He replied perking up a little. I personally believed that even in the throws of death most boys would be hungry. I chuckled to myself to see his sudden interest in his stomach. "My favorite." I said reaching for the phone. I ordered an extra large and cheese sticks and was pleased to hear it would be there in 30 minutes or less. I sat back down and Cory raised up sitting on the couch with the quilt around his slender shoulders. "Why are you doing this for me man?" He asked softly, a puzzled look on his face. I smiled and looked him in the eyes. "Because you chose me to help you." I said simply. He understood exactly what I meant and he smiled. "Yeah, I knew you were okay when you cried for me yesterday." He said returning my gaze. "I have a soft spot for boys in trouble." I admitted. "I'm just glad to help." "I wish......." He began then trailed off. ".....My dad did." I couldn't think of a witty or comforting reply, instead I got up and sat down beside him. I put my arm around him and held him till the pizza came. *************************************************************************** Cory perked up after we ate and his tears had dried. As he became more comfortable with me, I began to see how sweet and charming he was. He was also very intelligent and witty. I wondered if his father knew just how special this boy was. I hoped he would find out, before it was too late. I showed him my computer and he proved to be a fast learner. He told me that he loved using the computers at school but that he did not have one at home. I could see a little sadness when he told me that and guessed that maybe it was something he and his father had disagreed on. I showed him my cd collection and was amazed that he had actually heard of groups like Steely Dan, and The Moody Blues. It turned out the kid knew more about music then I did. He was so excited to learn that I had a cd burner and insisted that I make a cd and show him how it worked. I let him pick out all the songs from my mp3 list and I showed him how to organize the files and finally to burn the disc. When it was done he insisted on hearing it and I popped it into my rack system cd player and let it rip. He was quite for a moment then as he got into the music, he began to sway and finally sing along. His voice was heaven. He had that unfaltering soprano voice that a kid his age usually looses with the onset of puberty. But somehow he had managed to hang onto it and it was still perfect, unwavering and I was spellbound as he sang. He must have noticed the awestruck look on my face and he blushed and stopped singing suddenly. "You have a beautiful voice....." I began "......please don't stop." He smiled and resumed singing as I listened with delight. "Have you ever sang in school or anywhere?" I ask suddenly. "I was in choir at church for a while , but I quit going." He said sitting back down on the couch. "It's perfect. Umm....you ever had any problems with it changing or breaking?" "Nah, my dad says I'm too big a faggot to have a man's voice. He says I will always sing like a girl." He said sadly. I was hating this man more with each minute. "Don't listen to him. You have a gift. You should use it." He laughed almost angrily. "How?" "I'm not sure. But, I know if I could sing like that, they'd never be able to shut me up." I said smiling. A smile suddenly filled his face and he looked at me innocently. "You make me.....feel good." He stuttered. I blushed. "You make me feel good too. I can't tell you how nice it is having someone here, someone to talk to." "You never told me all about you. I told you everything, now it's your turn." He said looking at me with his piercing eyes. So I told him everything. I didn't even blush as I told him about being gay, about being caught and about how it had all ended in a quick amicable divorce. He didn't flinch, he didn't move a muscle and I could see from the look in his eyes that none of it really mattered to him. He didn't care who or what I had been, right now I was his. Maybe he didn't put it into words in his head, but he knew it was true. He had chosen me because I responded to his story in a certain. way. I wanted to ask him how many times he had repeated that story before he got to me. I never did. I thanked my lucky stars that I had been the one.... the one that had cried for him.....the one that he had chosen. I would thank those stars a million times before our relationship ended. "So, you're gay?" He said matter-of-factly. I looked him in the eyes and tried to remain calm. "Yes." "But, you were married...you had kids." He said as if he was trying to discover some great truth. "I loved her, I loved my kids. Is that hard to understand?" He shook his head. Then he looked away and bit his lip before replying. "I...think....I think I'm....gay too." I sat staring at him as he avoided my gaze. "Cory, look at me buddy." I said softly. He slowly and deliberately turned to me and our eyes met. "It's okay, buddy. I understand, but I want you to know....I'm not doing this just to get in your pants." I said hoping my abruptness would pull him out of his funk. He almost smiled as he blushed. "I know....I know." He said under his breath. "I only want to help. If I can answer any questions or help you deal with your sexuality then I will, but if you don't feel comfortable with that, that's cool too. I want to help you no matter what." He nodded and smiled weakly. "Thanks...uhh...I...was wondering....where will I sleep tonight?" I hadn't really thought about it till that moment. I had one bed, a queen size in my bedroom and the couch was comfortable if not perfect for sleeping. "Well, I tell you what...I will sleep on the couch and you can have my bed for tonight. That way you can stretch out and let those ribs heal. I'll be fine out here." "I..can't take your bed. I'll sleep out here." "No way, that's final." I said defiantly. He let it go for now and we watched some TV. It was nearing eleven o'clock and I wondered if his dad would wonder where he was. "Uh, Cory...should you call your dad? Won't he be worried?" I ask then realized how stupid it was based on what he had told me. He laughed almost manically. He threw his head back and cackled so loudly he frightened me, then suddenly he was calm. "No...I won't call him. I won't give him the satisfaction of knowing I'm okay. He don't care any ways. He threw me out. He picked my sorry ass up and threw me out. I landed in the dirt and I cried like a fucking kid." I was speechless. I let him rant and rave then when he was quiet, I sat beside him and looked at him and smiled softly. "I know you are angry, you have every right to be..but...you have to understand...I could be in big trouble for keeping you here." He looked at me with angry eyes. "You don't really care about me, do you? You don't want to help me?" He said angrily. I shook my head. "It's not that. Never mind. I don't care what happens to me. I won't ask again." I said, deciding it didn't matter much anyway. He was quiet again. "I didn't mean it. I just get so mad..... I'm sorry. I know you are a nice person.....and I appreciate what you have done. Maybe I better just go." "No!" I said almost too loudly. "I want you to stay. If you don't want to, I'll understand and I'll drive you anywhere you want to go, but I swear I really..really want you to stay." Tears were forming in my eyes and I was shaking. He searched my eyes and found what he needed. "Okay." I showed him the bathroom and got him a towel and he showered while I made up the bed with clean sheets and fixed the couch for myself. I found a pair of my old boxers that fit him loosely but, decided they would do till I could get some his size. I was already making plans and he had only stepped into my life a few hours ago. I tried not to stare but, his body was captivating. His chest was smooth and tanned and well developed. His stomach was firm but still he still had a little bit of baby fat around the middle. His slender arms and delicate hands looked almost out of place on his body and his legs looked strong, almost like those of a runner or a swimmer. He caught me staring and blushed, and I looked away quickly. "I'm sorry." I stammered. "I didn't mean to stare. It's just that...you are so....perfect...so beautiful." I blurted out before thinking. He was far from offended, and he smiled as he replied. "It's okay. I think you look nice too." I was dumbfounded. I numbly showed him to the bedroom and turned down the covers. "If you need anything, just let me know." He slipped under the covers and I told him he could turn the light off or keep it on, whatever he was comfortable with. He thanked me and we said goodnight. I took a shower and shaved and slipped on a pair of boxers and a t-shirt before settling down on the couch. I was tired, but my mind was racing. I wondered if Cory was asleep yet. I wondered if he was in pain and suddenly remembered I hadn't offered him any Tylenol. I got up quickly and switched on the lamp beside the couch. I walked softly to the bedroom door and peered inside. He was awake and sobbing quietly. I went to him and he took my hand and pulled me beside him. He snuggled up to me and continued to sob softly. I held him until he was asleep. I toyed with the idea of leaving but, was afraid I would wake him if I tried to untangle him. I decided if he was cool with me being there then I was cool with it. I snuggled down and soon I was fast asleep. *************************************************************************** Part Two I awoke around seven and called work, using another sick day. It wasn't that I didn't trust Cory to stay in my apartment alone, I just didn't think he should be alone for his own good. He was very upset and Mark's word kept burning in my brain. I didn't know if Cory had ever had thoughts of suicide, but I knew teens were high risk, and one with Cory's problems had to be worse. I wanted to give him a chance to think things out, and make some kind of decision about his life without the pressure of wondering where his next meal was coming from or where he would sleep. I slipped back in beside Cory who was still snoring softly and managed to go back to sleep. I awoke again around ten and found Cory gone. I was filled with panic at first then I heard the toilet flush and presently he returned to bed. "Good morning." I said as my heart began to beat at a normal pace again. "Hi." He said smiling weakly. "Are you hungry?" "A little. But, don't go to no trouble for me, cereal is fine." He said searching my face with his beautiful eyes. "Well, I probably have some cereal but, personally I want some real food. How does waffles and bacon sound?" He lit up a little at that and I hopped up and got dressed. He was staring at me as I slipped on my sweat pants, studying me like I was something of a mystery to him. I felt a little self conscious at first, but decided it was just his way. I smiled and headed out to the kitchen. I hadn't been in there long until he showed up still in his boxers. I glanced in his direction and decided he was even more beautiful than he was last night. His green eyes almost glowed, giving him an unworldly look. His hair was shaved around the edges but longer on top and I noticed the ends were highlighted on the tips. He had a cute little nose, and his lips were almost pouting, red and inviting. I had to look away for fear I would reveal how taken I was by his appearance. He didn't seem to notice, or if he did he didn't mind my attention as he moved up beside me. He was so close I could feel the heat coming off his body. I could smell his boyish odor, musk mixed with soap and I sighed unconsciously breathing him in. I was shocked when he gave me a quick hug. "Thanks." He said smiling sweetly. "You're so welcome." I said dumbfounded. "Can I help, I could fry the bacon or something." He offered. "Not dressed like that." I chuckled. "My momma always taught me don't cook naked." He laughed and I was captivated by the way his whole body expressed his joy. I decided I wanted to make this boy laugh again and again. I'd seen the sad side and now I'd seen the happy side and I liked what I saw. God, I was hooked. Why did I always fall for the troubled ones. Maybe that was my place in life...I mused. To help the downtrodden, the helpless, the weak. Well, I adjusted my halo and went gayly forward. "I can go put my clothes back on...if you want." He said giving me a questioning look. "Why don't I see what I can find that might fit you till I can get your stuff washed." I suggested and he followed me to my bedroom. I found some shorts with an elastic waist and a drawstring. They had belonged to my son, he had left them on one of his frequent overnight visits and they fit Cory reasonably well. I added a t-shirt and he pulled it on and looked at me sheepishly. "How do I look?" He asked grinning. "Like a million dollars less tax." I chuckled. "Awww, what does that mean?" He said with a giggle. "That's about ten dollars aint it." "You look good. Any better and I'm afraid I couldn't stand being near you." I said without thinking. It seemed my tongue suddenly had a mind of it's own. He didn't seem to notice my embarrassment at my last statement and acted as if he didn't hear it. I showed him where everything was he started cooking the bacon. I mixed up the waffle batter and decided to add hash browns and eggs to our spread. Thirty minutes later we sat down to waffles, bacon, omelets, and hash browns. For someone who had said he only wanted cereal, he really put the food away. I watched him carefully as I ate my breakfast and realized how wonderful it was to cook for someone else. I was going to miss him when he was gone, and I'd only had him one day. The longer he stayed the harder it was going to be when he finally left. I didn't know what his father would do if he knew he was here, or even if he cared. If I had my way, he would stay here forever, but I didn't delude my self into thinking that was possible. I would just have to make the best of the time we had, however short and try to remember that it was him who needed help, and not me. When we had finished eating, after he had finished off the rest of the bacon, waffles and hash browns that is, I started clearing the table and he insisted on helping. I loaded the dishwasher while he wiped down the table and the counter and smiled at me like a little boy who was proud to help, proving he was a "big boy". God, how could his dad be such a jerk. If he had just taken time to get to know his own son, put all his pain aside and open up his heart, he would have seen what I saw. I wanted to take Cory in my arms and reassure him, tell him everything would be okay. But, the truth was, I didn't have any reason to be so optimistic. If he couldn't win him over with the obvious charm he had displayed to me, then how could I influence him in any way. I didn't know what to do next, I was out of ideas and afraid to admit it. I guessed at some point I would have to contact his father and at least tell him where his son was, and I dreaded that moment. The kitchen cleaned at last and the dishes washing, I decided to wash his things. I let him empty his pockets and was about to throw his jeans in the washer, going through the pockets one last time as I usually did, and I felt something deep in the front pocket. Cory had obviously overlooked something and I pulled it out curiously. My face reddened as I realized it was a condom package, still intact. Cory blushed and took it from me muttering an apology beneath his breath. I threw the jeans and his t-shirt in and added his socks and underwear as an afterthought. "So, buddy.....have you thought about what you are going to do?" I ask sitting down with him on the couch. He looked at me with sudden surprise. "I thought I could stay here." "Well, you can stay as long as it's possible, but you know you can't stay forever don't you buddy?" "I...hadn't thought about it really. I just know I can't go back there. Next time I think he might kill me, or if he don't I might kill him." He said, almost as if he were in a trance. "Is there anyone else, a grandparent, aunt, uncle?" I ask hopefully. "I have a grandma in Kansas, but she is old, really old. I think she is in one of those homes." He said looking down at his bare feet. "Where does you dad work?" I ask suddenly, a plan forming in my mind. "Huh, why?" He asked looking up. "I just wondered, that's all." "He works at the Post Office." I almost laughed at the thought...talk about going "Postal". I wanted to to march down to the post office and call the bastard out and embarrass him in front of all his fellow workers, but what good would it do. And besides it might make things worse for Cory. I went to plan "B". "Cory, you gotta help me out here, you know your dad better than me. What if I called him, told him how upset you were and offered to help both of you work it out?" I suggested. He seemed to consider this for a moment then laughed softly. "Are you serious? You don't know him....he would make it look like it was all my fault. Everyone thinks I'm bad. All his friends, his girlfriend (he almost growled when he said girlfriend) think I'm the one who causes the trouble. He buried his face in his hands and sighed loudly. "Whatever!" He said at last. I sat speechless for a moment. I didn't know what to do? I decided I needed help, that I couldn't handle this alone. I excused myself and took the phone with me to the bedroom, closing the door. I called the only person I could trust, my lawyer. I know, most lawyers are bad news, but mine was a friend. He had gotten me out of more than one pickle with his calm knowledge of the law and I considered him more friend than anything else. We chatted for a bit, catching up on each other's life then I hit him with it. He listened carefully, stopping me occasionally to ask a question or to clarify something. When I had finished he sighed and began. "Well, first of all, the kid is underage. If he were 16 at least he would be at the age of consent." He said in an even nonjudgemental tone. "Jack, I'm not talking about sex here. He doesn't have to consent to anything." I said almost angrily. Jack knew I was gay and unlike most of my friends, knew I liked young guys best. "Calm down, I'm not accusing you of anything. You know I don't care who you fuck." He chuckled and I knew he was just being his same ornery self. "But, I'm just saying that at 16 he would have more rights. As it is, the best course of action is to send him home, at least until he is 16. Or, if he is being abused, you can refer him to the authorities who will probably put him in a foster home, until they investigate. In all probability they will decide in their infinite wisdom that he should be returned to his father and the cycle begins again." I cursed beneath my breath and took a deep breath. "Let's suppose, just for the sake of argument, that his father kicked him out and doesn't want him back. What then?" "Well, that's child abandonment or at the very least child endangerment, another reason why he won't admit to that if push comes to shove. However, if on the other hand he was to allow the boy to stay with someone else, let's say until he was able to work through his problems that would be his legal right." Without committing himself, Jack had just told me what I needed to know. I thanked him and told him I'd let him know what happened. He told me to be careful, but if all else failed call him back and he would see what he could do. I felt some better when I returned to find Cory waiting anxiously. "Was that call about me?" He asked in an annoyed voice. "Yep, I think I have an idea." I said trying to soothe him. "But...I will need to call your dad.....can you live with that?" He looked into space and considered it. "I don't see what good it will do." "Do you trust me, Cory? Do you think for one minute that I'm not on your side?" I was near tears and he suddenly looked at me and bit his lip. "I.....yeah, I know. I just get so mad....I'm sorry, I'll do whatever you want." He said with resignation. I decided to call his father at home that evening. Cory told me he usually got home around four and I was all nerves, watching the clock and pacing the floor. Around four thirty I worked up enough courage to make the call. I punched in the numbers and waited. It rang once, twice and someone picked up on the third ring. "Hello." Someone said in a rough voice. "Uh, Mr. Michaels?" I said as fear suddenly overtook me, I wanted to hang up but I was committed to finish what I had started. "Yeah, who's this? I aint buying nothing." "I'm not selling anything sir. Do you have a son named Cory?" I said swallowing hard. "Yeah, what about it. He aint here though. Are you one of his faggot friends?" "Mr. Michaels..please..don't talk that way. Your son, Cory..is here with me. He came here yesterday. He says you hit him and you threw him out. I just wanted to hear your side of it." I said hoping I didn't sound as scared as I was. "I...never hit him." He said nervously. "Okay, maybe I slapped him around a little. I'm his father, I have a right to punish my own kid." He was as scared as I was. Maybe he thought I was the police. I decided to capitalize on his fear. "There is a difference between abuse and discipline, Mr. Michaels. Cory may have some broken ribs, I had a doctor examine him." I paused to let the words soak in. This was going very well, and I was no longer scared, I was confident and determined and I think it showed in my voice. "He is here with me now, and he is afraid to come home." "Who are you anyway?" He snarled. "A friend. Look Mr. Michaels I have no interest in sending you to jail, though I could easily with the knowledge I have. All I want is what's best for Cory. He needs to rest and let his ribs heal and he might need some professional counseling. I can help him get those things, if you want. If you will allow me to keep him here with me for awhile maybe the two of you can get over this and eventually Cory can come back home." I let the idea sink in hoping he would see it as an easy way out. I knew he didn't care about Cory, but he was worried about his own skin. "Who did you say you were? "Just a friend. If you want to know more you will have to meet with me in public." I sure didn't want this psycho to know my name and hunt me down. "So, you're saying he can stay with you. That's fine with me, good riddance. You have my blessing." "Would you be willing to put that in writing....for legal purposes." I ventured. "Yeah, sure who cares. Send it to me, I'll sign it." The man treated the whole thing as casually as someone donating used clothing to a charity. "Okay, I'll have someone deliver it personally....shall we say...tomorrow around five?" I said forcefully. I wanted it done quickly before he backed out. "Fine, fuck it. I don't care. Tomorrow is great, the sooner the better. Tell the little faggot to have a fucking good time." The phone went dead and I cursed the dead receiver. "Bastard." I said out loud. "He said no didn't he?" Cory ask almost in tears. I grinned evilly. "Nope, he said yes. But he ass hole hung up on me...that's all." I saw the look of relief come over his face and he looked like that beautiful smiling kid I had been enthralled by earlier. I held out my arms and he melted into me. I kissed his hair without thinking and he turned his face up to me and looked into my eyes. He closed his eyes and leaned in as if to kiss me. I freaked, I didn't think it was the time or the place for more than friendship. I pushed him gently away and he smiled nervously. "Sorry, I just...." He looked away and I felt like an ass. "Look Cory...It's not that I don't want it. I just don't want you to think that's why I'm doing this. Let's just take it slow, okay?" Boy, did it feel weird to be saying things like that. Me who had always jumped head first into any opportunity that presented itself. I was actually being noble, what was happening to me in my old age? "I'm sorry...I didn't mean anything...I just wanted to thank you." He looked lost, like a little boy. I pulled him back against me and kissed his cheek. "You are very sweet, but I'm three times your age. Does that bother you?" He shrugged and shook his head. "Not really. You are nice, that's more important than anything else." He said simply. "Okay, well...let's just leave it at that for now, okay? I have to make a couple of calls and then we are going out for dinner." I said patting his back and breaking the hug. He smiled, a twinkle in his eye and I could see a tremendous weight had been lifted from his shoulders. I called Mark and he agreed to write up the document I discussed with Cory's dad and have his courier deliver it. "Bob, you should have been a lawyer, you have a way of intimidating the worst of them." He said with a hearty laugh. Bob called Mark next, filling him in on what was happening and asking him to document Cory's injuries, just in case. He was pleased to know that Cory wouldn't be returning to the environment where his injuries occurred but cautioned Bob to keep an open mind and an open eye. Mark somehow intimated that Cory might have other "issues" and sometimes violence had a way of showing up in abused children. Bob wasn't sure what Mark was getting at but, he assured him he would be careful. Bob had a warm glow as he hung up. Cory had donned his recently washed and dried clothing and was all smiles, waiting for Bob like a puppy waited for his master. Bob wondered how long he could keep Cory before someone got wise to the little trick he had played, but if they could just hold out till Cory was 16 things would get better. Clothing was an immediate problem, he had escaped with only the clothes on his back and Bob hadn't had the forethought to insist that the rest of Cory's things be handed over. "Cory, do you have a key to your place?" Bob ask suddenly. "Course...why?" "Are you sure your dad is gone all day, every day?" "Yeah, he never misses work. Why? What's up?" "What if we went there tomorrow and got your things? Or better still maybe we should wait till the papers are signed. You will need some clothes and whatever else is yours." He looked horrified at first, then I told him I would go with him if it would make him feel better. He agreed to go with me day after tomorrow. I got dressed and we went out for dinner. Cory told me that he didn't eat out much and was a bundle of nerves. I told him to order anything he wanted and he settled for a chicken dinner and a Dr. Pepper. I had a nice steak, baked potato and salad which he wound up finishing off for me. We stopped at Baskin Robbins and had ice cream and he was in good spirits by then. "This is fun...I never knew it could be so much fun to just go out and do normal stuff." He said wiping ice cream from his cute face. "Don't get spoiled, I don't do this very often." I chuckled. He stopped eating and looked at me in embarrassment. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to have you spend all this money on me. I'll pay you back, honest...I'll get a job as soon as I turn 16." He said suddenly looking very tragic. "You've already paid me back, ten times what it's worth." I said softly. "Just by letting me help you." He smiled softly and continued with his ice cream. "Bob..." "Yeah, Bud what is it?" "I...." He looked around to see if anyone was in ear shot before continuing. "I think......I love you...that's all." He said almost in a whisper. I was floored. For the first time in a long time, I was at a loss for words. The silence ate at us both and his smile faded. Then I found my voice. "I have loved you since you came into my apartment that first day. I just didn't want to complicate things by telling you." He looked at me curiously. "You're funny." He said seriously. "I mean most guys wouldn't care what happened to someone like me. You care, I can see it. Why?" I looked at him for a second or two weighing my thoughts. "If I told you everything about me, you might think twice about staying with me even one more minute. Let's just say, I understand young guys more than older guys. I care because I really like young guys. Is any of this making any sense?" "But...you wouldn't even let me kiss you. I mean....." "That's because you see me as most of the world does. You think all I want is to get in your pants. That's not what I'm about. I care about what's inside. Don't get me wrong, I'm not perfect, I'm weak and I'm human, but there's more to life than a roll in the sheets. I enjoy being with you, just talking with you, doing stuff like this. I'm perfectly happy with that." He smiled and looked at me with a whole new respect. He touched my hand for one brief moment and whispered softly. "I like being with you too." We finished our ice cream and drove to the video store. Tomorrow was Saturday and I had the weekend off, time to figure out what to do about my new border. But, for now I wanted diversion and I think Cory needed some sort of normalcy, whatever that was. He picked the movie out, as excited as if I were buying him a new car. He chose some movie about import racing, The Fast and the Furious, insisting I'd really like. I decided if he liked it that was good enough for me. We made one more stop at the grocery store and I picked up a few things I needed as well as some snack food and some more soda. If I was going to have a teenage boy in my life, I was going to have to rethink grocery shopping. Teenage boys are the reason supermarkets thrive. They can eat as much as some small countries. I watched Cory closely as I shopped and picked up on his likes and dislikes. I bought Sunny D and chocolate chip cookies, chips, soda, bananas, pudding, cupcakes, bologna and a dozen other things he seemed to light on. When I paid for the stuff he was amazed at how much it cost and told me sadly that there usually wasn't much food at his place. I might have to take a second job to pay for it, but he would never go hungry again. We drove back to the apartment and I put away the groceries while Cory took a shower. When I finished he was laying on the couch clad only in his underwear. God, give me strength. He was so beautiful, so sexy, but I had no right to think that way. I took a cold shower and put on sweats and was relived to find he had covered up with a blanket and his body was hidden from my perverted stare as I joined him. I popped in the movie and settled down in the recliner. He was right, the movie was good. Halfway through he ask if it was okay to get at soda, and I told him that he didn't ever have to ask. I told him this was his home now, for the time being and he was welcome to anything I had. He returned with a soda and some chips, got up a little later and got some cookies. By the time the movie was over, I was bushed. My mind had been on overtime all day and my body was protesting as well. Mental stuff always tired me more than physical stuff did. Cory was yawning widely too and he looked like a sleepy rabbit or something as I studied his cute features. "You ready for bed?" I ask yawning. "Yeah, I guess. But.....will you sleep in there with me?" He ask shyly. "I mean...not to do anything, just cause.....I don't want to be alone." "Sure, it's cool." I said accepting his explanation but wondering if I had the strength to deny my desires. We peed and brushed our teeth, Cory using the extra toothbrush I kept for emergencies. I locked up and turned off the lights and we settled down in bed. At fist Cory kept to his side, but as I started drifting off to sleep I was aware of his body moving closer until he had made contact. Almost like a cat as he flowed against me soft and warm and I allowed myself to enjoy his touch. I felt my cock start to swell and I hated myself. He was like a child, lost and alone and my body was behaving as if he were some sex object. I rearranged my erection but it wouldn't be denied. I tried to force myself to sleep, but sleep did not come easy. Cory however slept on peacefully, snuggled against me his face so close I could smell the mint of his toothpaste on his breath. Sometime around two, I fell asleep. *************************************************************************** The signing went off without a hitch and the courier delivered a signed copy to my apartment and one to Jack's office. As far as the law was concerned I had every right to keep Cory with me until his father revoked that right. But, I didn't figure there was any danger of him changing his mind anytime soon, not as long as we made him believe we held all the cards. Cory was elated when he read the papers and gave me a big hug. It turned out we didn't need to sneak around to get his things, his father suggested he come tomorrow and get whatever he needed. I called him later and confirmed that I would be coming with him and he was agreeable. He did insist that Cory leave his key after locking up and Cory agreed although I think it really bothered him a lot. It was all too final, he had wanted it, but when faced with the stark reality that he could never go home, he folded. He was like jello as we went there that cloudly afternoon to get his things. I was amazed at how neat and perfect everything was in his room. He didn't own much besides his clothes, a TV a walkman and a game deck and some games. We packed it all into boxes and he took one last look around to see if he had missed anything. I saw a tear form in his eye and I moved in to give him a quick hug. He pulled away and went to the closet. On tip toes he pulled at a loose board and produced a framed picture. It was of him and his mother. I cried when he told me it was the only picture he had of her, that his dad had taken them all away, telling him that he didn't deserve to look at her. He wrapped the picture in a t-shirt and with one last look backwards he walked out forever on the life he had known for so long. I was a nervous wreck, a bundle of emotion. I swear he was handling it better than I was. What I didn't know was to him it was actually a relief, the realization of a dream he had had for so long. He was quite as we drove back and I respected his feelings. I didn't really feel like talking much myself, but by the time we got back to my place we both felt a lot better. I helped him unpack his stuff, emptying one of my drawers to make room. He was quiet but, not as sullen as he had been before and he ask me where he should hang his clothes. I moved all my stuff to one side and he hung his few things up, fussing with the hangers for what seemed like an eternity. He was almost compulsive about some things, I got the feeling he was a real neat freak. Well, we'd have to learn to co-exist, I was a slob sometimes despite my best intentions. He unwrapped the picture and looked at me questioningly. I took it slowly from his hands and placed it in a prominent place on my dresser. He smiled at me and gave me a quick hug. He was all moved in and as legal as we could make him for the time being, and now we could relax. I fixed us dinner that night and we began a sort of ritual. I cooked and Cory cleaned up. I never realized how empty my life was until now. I found myself worrying about what I would do if and when Cory left, but I didn't want to spoil what time we had, so I pushed the thoughts to the back of my mind. If Cory had any fears or doubts they didn't show. He never seemed sad after that day we picked up his things, and sometimes that bothered me. How could he just quit caring about the man who had raised him, even given the problems they had had. How could he accept his new life so easily. He didn't seem nervous about his new surrounding, in fact he seemed to be more at home than I could have imagined anyone to be in such a short time. But, I guess youth is resilent. I had seen that in my own kids in the way they had adapted to my own situtation. They had forgiven me all my sins and loved me despite my shortcomings. I wondered what they would think about Cory? Would they understand, or would they think me mad to take in a complete stranger and an underage one at that. Would they think I was "grooming" Cory for sex? I shuddered to think how all this must look to some people. My intentions were honorable, or were they? My feelings for Cory grew stronger by the minute and I believed he felt the same way. ***************************************************************************Cory I remember my mom used to hold me on her lap and sing to me when I was a kid. My dad loved me too then, not like now. Ever since mom died he has hated me. I know it wasn't really my fault. It took me a long time to get over it though. I was just a kid, I didn't know any better. God, does he think I wouldn't have been the perfect kid if I had known that my mom would die cause I didn't obey her. I don't blame him for being mad, I was mad too. I was mad at myself and the world, and the guy who hit her. He wasn't even hurt, he was drunk and didn't even have a license. Why couldn't my dad hate him instead of me? I tried to forgive him and I begged him to forgive me. He just got mad every time I tried to talk about it. I finally gave up. It was like I lived alone. I took care of myself. He paid the rent and bought the groceries, sometimes, and we just sorta ignored each other. But lately he started hitting me. I'm no wuss, but I aint gonna hit back. God, he's my dad...I can't hit him and I can't turn him in to the cops. He wouldn't be so screwed up if my mom hadn't died. And I guess deep inside I do blame myself. I know it's dumb, the shrink told me that it wasn't my fault, but even he can't change my mind. I stopped going when I was 14 and my dad didn't even notice. He ask me one day why he hadn't got a bill from the doc in awhile that's when he knew. He just walked away, never said nothing. I tried to kill myself once. I had a plan and everything, but it turned out I was too stupid to even do that right. I took a bunch of pills a friend got for me, but I got sick and threw up and it didn't work. I never tried again. I got busy at school, and I found a few friends who were pretty cool. I never told anyone about my mom or my dad, and they didn't ask. It's funny how you can know someone and not really know them at all. I mean I have a best bud, named Ron and I don't even know his parents. I just know he makes me feel good when I'm with him and he don't bug me about stuff. We hang a lot, usually at the mall or my friend Tony's house. I do know Tony lives with his dad and his dad is way cool. He even let us drink beer once but he made us stay overnight so we wouldn't be out wandering around drunk. None of us are old enough to drive, but he said we shouldn't drink and walk and we all busted a gut laughing. He is nice to us, and you can see him and Tony love each other. I wish my dad would treat me like Tony's dad does. He aint afraid to hug his son and he even hugs us other guys sometimes and we don't even mind. It's like he is one of us, only smarter and not afraid to show how he feels. Sometimes I want to hug Tony or Ron but, I know other guys don't think that's cool. I guess I'm gay, but I don't know. I never really did anything with a girl or a guy, except messing around with my buddies when I was a kid. Sometimes when I see Ron wearing nothing but his undies I get hard. What's that all about? He is fine...as the girls say. He is taller than me and real buff, cause he works out or something. He has short blonde hair and big blue eyes that all the girls are always talking about. He used to date a girl named Tiffany, but they broke up and I was sorta glad. He said she was a "ho" and we laughed and I said...so..think she'd go out with me? Ron punched me, but not hard and we laughed and went to the mall. Anyway, I tried to stay out of my dad's way as much as I could. But when I joined the choral club at school he went nuts. He said no son of his was gonna sing like a god damned girl and hit me. That was the first time he had ever really hit me with his fist. He had slapped me a bunch of times and stuff like that, but this time he really hauled off and kicked my ass. I was ashamed, but I cried and I went to the mall to meet Ron and he got all crazy. I finally told him everything and I swear he was crying too. I never knew he cared so much. We went over to Tony's house but his dad wasn't home and Tony was freaking. He wanted to call the cops. He said his dad would kick my dad's ass if he found out. I made them both swear not to tell anyone and they said they wouldn't and I made them swear on my dead mother's grave and they got all serious, but they did it and they knew they would never tell. We stayed at Tony's house that night and I dropped out of Choral Club the next day. The counselor called me into his office and wanted to know why I was jacking everyone around cause I had said I wanted to do Choral Club so bad. I just told him I changed my mind and I said I was sorry. He had this pained look but he changed my schedule again and I wasn't in Choral Club. I told my dad, "Fine...I quit...I hope you're happy now" and he just grumbled and went to his room. At least he didn't hit me again. My friend Ron said we should form a band and I could sing but, I said no, my dad would kill me if I did and they got all quiet. I tried to pretend that it was a joke, but I didn't believe it was. I hung out more and more at Tony's house and I hated keeping stuff from Tony's dad but he was cool and never ask me about personal stuff. He just let us be kids and hang out and he was fun to be with. About a million times I wanted to tell him about my dad and have him hug me and tell me it would be okay, but I never did. Then I found out about the trip the class was planning to DisneyWorld. I wanted to go so bad, but I didn't have the money. I thought about asking my dad but I knew he would say no, and maybe get mad. Then I found out that the person who sold the most magazines would win a free trip. I signed up that day and I went crazy. It was the first thing I ever found that came easy for me. I sold a dozen the first day. I went to every house in my neighborhood and every apartment and that's when I met Bob. All the time I was going door to door selling magazines I was thinking about all the different people I met. Some guys would just slam the door, some let me in and looked at me really funny. Most of those guys bought at least one zine, but there was something weird about the way they stared. I decided to try something...the next guy I met that stared at me, I gave him a little show. I did little stuff like grabbing my balls and pretending to scratch or stretching and letting my shirt pull up off my stomach. It was funny to watch their faces and I found out that by doing that kind of stuff I could sell more magazines. I worried that I might get myself in trouble, that some guy might try to rape me or something, so I kept as far away as I could and kept my eyes open. Not one of them tried any crap, but one guy did ask me if I was gay. I acted mad and told him no and he was so nervous that he bought three zines. The little show I put on was fun but somewhere along the way I decided I was looking for something else. I started spending more time talking to guys that I thought seemed interested. I started dropping little hints about what was going on at home. Most of the guys just acted embarrassed and I actually lost sales because of it. But, one or two acted interested in helping but always suggested I call the cops. Then I met Bob. I know it sounds stupid, but I knew something was up with him as soon as he answered the door. He looked at me like some of those other guys did, but there was something different about him. He listened to me, that was it. He was checking me out too, but I didn't mind. I guess I'm an okay looking guy, I mean I'm not ugly or anything and I know some guys like looking at me. Anyway, I wanted to tell him everything as soon as I figured him out, but I was nervous. I had to be sure you know. I didn't really care about the zines, I was way ahead of everyone in school on subscriptions. I was bummed that it was time to go and I hadn't told him what I was dying to and then he offered me a pop and some cake. Man, I knew right then that I had to try...I had to tell him. So, I opened up and I laid it all on him. I knew when he cried that I had found someone who cared. I didn't know what good it would do, but I was just glad to get it all out. I let him hug me and it felt so fucking good. I didn't know how bad I needed that till then. But, I freaked. Not cause of the guy, cause of me...I just couldn't handle it. I bolted and he acted really upset. I had his name and his phone number in my pocket though and I was hanging onto it for now. I was crying and I went on home. I was glad my dad wasn't home and I went to my room and went to bed. He didn't come home that night. I didn't care, I was glad. I had just gotten home from school the next day and he drove up. It was weird him being home so early in the day, but I didn't think much about it. He was mad, I could see it in his eyes. He had found my magazine orders and the info on the trip. He flipped. He said I wasn't going to DisneyWorld or anywhere and then he got really crazy. He said he didn't care, that I could go ahead and sell the magazines and I thought for once he was going to be nice and give in about something. But, he said if I wanted to keep doing it I had to get out. I actually stood up to him for once. I told him I was not gonna quit, that I was gonna win that trip and I was going to DisneyWorld whether he liked it or not. Big mistake. He beat holy hell out of me, he stomped my ass. He hit and kicked me and picked me up and threw me into the yard. I'm not proud of it, but I cried like a baby. I couldn't think of anything else to do. I went to Bob's. He was awesome, he even had a doctor friend look at me. Then he called some guy, a lawyer I think, and he told him what to do. Bob called my dad and got him to agree to let me stay with him. And now, I live with him. *************************************************************************** We spent the weekend getting to know each other. Cory was so much fun to be around and I found myself happier than I had been in a long time. I tried not to worry about the future, about how long Cory would be allowed to stay with me, I tried to think only about what was now. My first impression was right, he was bright, funny and very affectionate. He seemed to need my attention and my affection as much as I needed to give it. He welcomed my hugs and he listened to me ramble on endlessly about my likes and dislikes. He showed a genuine interest in my music collection and I got the opportunity to hear him sing several more times. I was enthralled by his voice, it was superb. It touched something deep inside me, it moved me. I felt happy and sad and all gooey in inside. He could see what an effect his voice was having on me and he was loving it. He smiled as his voice tickled my brain, first cold chills then warm piercing fingers across my flesh. I wanted him to sing to me forever, but he dished his voice out in small portions, probably a good thing, because I found the emotion he evoked in both of us was overwhelming. He had a gift, that was certain, but what would his rapidly changing body do to his voice? He was almost 16 and still had the voice of a boy. How could that be. Maybe nature had granted his body a stay, or at least his voice, or maybe he would sing that way forever. There are male singers with high clear voices and it doesn't mean they are eunichs or otherwise impaired as far as their manhood is involved. Maybe Cory was one of them. I hoped so, for to loose a voice such as his would be devastating for him and for those who heard him sing. Cory was a great help around the apartment too, he always insisted on doing cleanup whenever I cooked and he was a very considerate guest. We spent the evenings watching TV or on line on my computer and we spent time talking, learning what made each of us unique. He had a cute way of cocking his head and gazing sideways at me as he listened, hanging on every word. Once or twice at first I thought maybe he was only pretending to listen, just to be polite. But time and time again he proved that he had not only listened but had retained most of what I had said. He was like a sponge, sucking up every word I spoke and retaining it to surprise me with it later. In short he was a delight to be around. I learned a lot about him in those first days as well. I learned he liked almost any kind of food, he wasn't picky like most boys and that he loved cooking. He had learned as a boy to fend for himself and constantly amazed me with his culinary skills. He loved music, as was to be expected from someone with such a gift as his voice, every kind of music. He found pleasure in the smallest things. Bathing for example. The first couple of times he took a shower, but when I suggested a bath might be relaxing and good for his aches he agreed enthusiastically. I filled the tub and added some body oil to the water, something I often did to help the drying effect of winter weather. I thought he was going to sleep in the tub. He finally climbed out because the water had gotten so cold he was shivering. He dried off and slipped on his boxers as was his usual mode of dress for bed, and joined me on the couch. "Well, I was afraid you had drowned." I said grinning. "I was sitting here trying to figure out what to tell the cops." He laughed a little to loud and pushed at me playfully. I grabbed his arm and pulled him against me and he melted into me. He laid his head on my shoulder and sighed softly. Neither of us spoke for what seemed an eternity. Then in a small almost frightened voice he spoke. "Bob, what's going to happen to me?" At first I didn't understand. "What do you mean?" "What am I going to do if he wants me to come back? How can I live there again, now that....." He made a broad sweeping motion with his hands. "Now that I've had this." I was speechless. What little I had given him seemed to me to be the basics of human existence, a warm place to stay, food, a hot bath, a soft bed to sleep in, but most of all someone who cared. I suddenly realized that was what had been missing in his life for a long time. My God, he was still a child inside. His father in his haste to place blame and to satisfy his own existence, had shut out his son, denying him what he had needed most and craved for so long. I felt tears welling up in my eyes but I fought them. He seemed to notice and it bothered him, not because I was sad, but because it might mean I didn't have an answer. He needed to know. "You will never have to go back if I have anything to do with it. Not unless you want to and only if things are better. I am committed to that. I promise you, I will do all I can to keep you from that life." I was crying now and he looked up at me curiously. He touched my face with his soft slender fingers and felt the wetness forming on my cheeks. He leaned in and kissed my face tenderly as a child would. Then he lay his head on my chest and hugged me tightly as if holding on to me kept him apart from that life that he hated. He was child-like and innocent and I was his hero at that moment. I never wanted him to see me any other way. As selfish as it was I knew I needed him to need me. I needed to know that I could make a difference in someone's life. It gave my life validity and it caused my spirits to soar to new heights. We sat there oblivious to all else, until almost eleven o'clock. I finally pried his soft warm body from mine long enough to coax him into bed. I showered and when I at last climbed into bed, he was sleeping. I settled in beside him and in his sleep he sought out the warmth of my body and snuggled up to me. I fell asleep with him in my arms and I slept magnificently. On Sunday, the temperature had warmed drastically and we went to the park. We tossed a frisbee around and we chatted as we walked the trail near the river. The day was glorious, filled with love and laughter and when we reluctantly returned to my apartment we collapsed into each other's arms and watched TV until dinner time. I cooked spaghetti and made us a salad and toasted french bread. Cory ate slowly and looked as if something was bothering him. I waited till we had finished and the dishes were in the dishwasher, and when at last we retired to the living room I ask him what was on his mind. "Nothing really." He said with a far away look. "Just, well going back to school and all tomorrow. I'm sorta nervous." We had discussed the necessity of his returning to school and I agreed that I would take him and pick him up each day until we could discover the nearest bus route and find out which bus he should use. I knew it would be hard, especially if anyone close ask him any questions about what had gone on, but if he was lucky no one would be the wiser. From what he had told me, he kept his private life private and the couple of close friends he did have were very supportive. He told me about Ron and Tony and his dad and I was glad to know he had such good friends. I felt a little jealous of them , but then realized that above all others he had chosen me. I felt honored, almost humble to know he felt so strongly about me having just met me. "You'll be fine. Just remember when the day is over, you will be coming back here and back to me, and I love you bud." He smiled and I could see the joy and love in his eyes. "Yeah, I know." He said softly. "I love you too." He leaned in and gave me a kiss, this time fully on the lips. I didn't refuse this time, but I kept it pure, no tongue. I wanted him to feel comfortable with expressing his feelings but, on the other hand, I didn't want things to get out of hand. I was too weak to resist any real effort and I needed to keep things on a platonic level at least for the time being. We watched TV till bedtime and turned in early. We both had trouble sleeping, and were still tired when the alarm went off. I shaved and showered while Cory caught a few more winks and then he showered and got dressed for school. Dropping him off at school brought back memories of my son and daughter and I realized I hadn't called either one of them recently. I made a mental note to to call them later and drove on to work. I had a productive day and it was no problem slipping out a little early, I had skipped lunch and was ready to go by three o'clock. I was right on time, Cory was just coming out of the building as I pulled up. He opened the door but, he didn't get in. "Can you hold on a minute, I want you to meet Ron." He said nervously. "Sure." I said cheerfully. Soon a boy much taller than Cory and sculpted like a Greek God came ambling up and Cory introduced him as Ron. I noticed his deep blue eyes and his killer smile and then my mind went blank. I had never seen such raw beauty in anyone before. Oh, don't get me wrong, Cory was an eyeful too, but Ron was drop-dead gorgeous. He was bound to break some hearts, both male and female. Hell, mine was breaking just looking at him and knowing he was way out of reach. His smile was like a sunny day and Christmas all rolled up into one. I think my mouth may have been hanging open because the two boys were looking at me like I had two heads. I finally managed a smile and a cursory, "Hi." before falling mute again. Then Cory ask me if I could drop Ron off at his house and I nodded. Cory scooted in beside me and Ron next to the door. I managed to keep up my end of a conversation as we drove the short distance to his house and managed a good bye as he departed. Cory was looking at me and smiling, a big shit-eating grin on his face. "He seems nice." I said at last. "He's hot." Cory said giggling. "You should have seen the look on your face." I blushed. "I..don't know what you mean." I said in defense but I knew he was right. "It's cool, he likes guys looking. He even likes me looking." He confessed. I took that to mean that Cory liked him, a lot, but I didn't ask. I was not ready to hear about his crushes yet. I steered the subject to other areas and he seemed to forget about his blue-eyed buddy. We made it home and I made those calls to my kids. They were both well, and glad to hear from me. I felt a little teary eyed as I hung up after speaking with my son. We had been so close as he was growing up but, now we saw very little of each other. My daughter and I had never been very close, but I missed her as well. I guess it showed in my face, Cory came and gave me a big hug suddenly. "Thanks." I said patting him gently. "What's it like?" He ask sitting down and looking very thoughtful. "What's that?" I ask coming out of my fog. "What's it like being gay and being married and having kids and stuff? He explained. "Well...." I began wondering how much I could tell without sounding foolish. "First of all...I really did and still do love my wife. She is a very special person. And I wouldn't trade those years for anything. And having kids? Well...that is the single most wonderful experience of my life. I only wish I had had more." I said thinking how wonderful my life had been, despite the way it wound up. He looked thoughtful for a moment then bit his bottom lip, a nervous habit that I had noticed. "So, did you like doing...you know..did you like having sex with her?" He ask shyly as his face reddened. I chuckled. "I was a virgin when we got married, at least a virgin with women, and well..it was very exciting. And yes...I did enjoy it. I think it was because I loved her so much and she loved me. I don't think I could have sex with a women I didn't love." "But...you've had sex with men you didn't love?" He ask innocently. "Yes, I must confess. It's so much different with men. It's not that I don't want to find a man to love, I just never have found anyone I connected with. So in moments of weakness, I settled for what I could get." "I...I...can I tell you something very personal." He said suddenly. His eyes scanned me nervously and he was biting that bottom lip again, almost violently. I scooted around and gave him a warm smile and offered him my complete attention. "You can tell me anything." I said simply. "I'm a pretty good listener." I added smiling, thinking about all he had told me already. What more could he share that would shock me? "I...I'm a virgin too." He said almost in a whisper. "With girls and guys." He looked embarrassed, like some little kid who had got caught with his pants down. "That's cool." I said seriously. "There is no rush. Hell, I was 25 when I lost my virginity to her." I didn't add that I had lost my virginity to another boy at age six. "It's not like I haven't tried." He said looking at me almost accusingly. I tried not to act like I noticed. "What about Ron?" I ask grinning sheepishly. "Dunno, I mean I like him and all....but, I don't know if he likes me that way." "I see." I said thoughtfully. "Well...how do you feel about him?" He looked at me and bit his lip again. I guessed it must be bloody by now as much biting as he had done. His eyes seemed to sparkle when he spoke. "I think....I mean, oh hell...I like him lots. I'd try stuff he wanted to." I smiled although I already knew the answer, it was something to watch him as he admitted in words what his mind had known all along. I wasn't jealous..far from it. I was elated...I hoped it worked out for him. Or was I just lying to myself. Oh, well..I had my chance and I blew it. Now, I would just have to be the matchmaker, I guessed. Suddenly it was like he had forgotten all about what we were talking about, he changed directions 180 degrees. "I got some homework to do, then can we eat...I'm starved." I chuckled, the boy was definitely going to eat me out of house and home....and I didn't even mind. It was just so wonderful having him here. I felt like I was needed again and it felt so good. I was awash in the warm feeling of being the protector, the provider again. I headed off to the kitchen and he piled down at the table with his books. A couple of times I caught him just staring at me, but he blushed and looked away each time as if he were guilty of some private sin. I was glad he didn't ask my help with his homework, things have changed since I went to school and I didn't want to show just how ignorant I really was. He was bright, I knew that right away and I found out later that he was a good student. He had been pulling B's consistently even with all the shit that was going on his life and after he settled in and got used to his life here, I knew he could do better. I fixed pork chops, scalloped potatoes and corn on the cob for dinner and made a pudding pie for desert. He ate like it was a royal feast. Nothing is more satisfying than having someone enjoy your cooking, and believe me, this chow hound enjoyed it. Finally full he helped me clean up and we settled in the living room to watch the boob tube. We had similar tastes in programs, preferring the sit coms to the cop shows. We watched TV till about nine and I noticed he was yawning suddenly. "You tired?" I ask, ignoring the obvious. "A little..you?" "Dog tired." I admitted. "I think I'll take a shower." He said yawning again, widely this time. I watched a news program while he showered and then shaved and showered to save time in the morning. I headed off to bed to find Cory already asleep. He was so beautiful and so innocent looking. When asleep he looked like a little kid. My heart swelled with love for him and I stroked his hair and let my hand settle on his cheek. He mumbled softly in his sleep and rolled onto his side. I crawled in beside him and he snuggled up to me instantly. It was like he was some heat seeking missile,only he didn't blow me up, he filled my heart with love and contentment. I was as happy as I had ever been and I never wanted my happiness to end. But, I was being selfish. If Cory got the chance to return home, if his dad changed...I would have to accept that home was where he really belonged. That made me sad, so I pushed it back, deep within my subconscious and I basked in the warmth of his touch. I chuckled to myself, I could feel something very hard pressed against my boxer clad butt, and I don't think it was a flashlight. He was like most teenage boys,hard all the time,and I was amazed at the thought that he was still a virgin. It seemed kids today had so many chances to loose their virginity, not like when I was a kid. Heck, my son had lost his when he was 16, and he had been a very reserved kid. I guess maybe his mom and I were a little lacks in our supervision, but no one got hurt, as my mom used to say. Cory's arm was thrown over me loosely and suddenly he began moving against my butt. I guessed he was having a dream or something, as far as I could tell he was still asleep. I was okay with it until his hand suddenly began rubbing my cock, which sprang into instant wood. He was humping faster now and I didn't know what to do. I didn't want him to think he could just do whatever he wanted, but I didn't want to hurt his feelings either. I was assuming he was awake now, I didn't think anyone could move like a dog in heat while sleeping. I untangled his arm from my body and rolled out of bed landing on the floor feet first. I went to the bathroom and forced my cock down and took a much needed pee. When I returned Cory was face down on his side of the bed and was either asleep or doing a good imitation of it. I settled in on my side and listened to his breathing. "Sorry....." I suddenly heard him say almost in a whisper. I didn't respond...not knowing what to say, but he wasn't going to give up. He started sniffing and I realized he was crying softly. I rolled over next to him and put my hand on his naked back. The flesh was hot and so soft yet I could feel the strength of his muscles radiating into my hand. I patted him softly. "It's okay. I didn't mean to upset you. It's..well..I just didn't want to lead you on, that's all." I said softly. "Why don't you want me?" He ask it as if I was refusing him some wonderful opportunity. I pulled him into my arms. "It's not that....." I began almost choking with my own tears. "I don't want to confuse you. I don't want you to confuse gratitude with something else. You don't owe me anything for helping you. What you are offering me is a wonderful gift, and I'm not sure I deserve it." "What do you mean. I'm not doing it cause you helped me." He said with anger tinting his voice. "I....oh..never mind." "I'm sorry Cory. Please don't be mad." I said sounding sad and pathetic to myself. "I just want what's best for you. Do you understand..do you trust me?" He nodded and even in the dim light I could see his eyes were on me, wanting me to make some sense of it. "I trust you...I love you." As soon as the words hit my ears I felt my heart speed up and my breath quicken. Had I heard him right, did he say "love"? I "I love you too." I said, knowing that nothing had ever been so true in all my life. "But, it's because I love you that I won't do this not now anyway." "But, you said....you wanted to do it with someone you loved." He said suddenly as I heard my words come back to bite me on the butt. "Yes, that's true. But this is different. If it's right, if it should happen , then isn't worth waiting for?" "Then you're saying you might change your mind?" He asked hopefully. "I'm saying that things might change, but for now...I don't think it's right." I admitted. "Okay, that's fair." He conceded. "Will you rub my back till I go to sleep?" He ask in a tired dreamy voice. "Sure." I rubbed his soft, supple flesh until he was snoring softly and I rolled away, lost in my own thoughts as I finally drifted off to sleep. I dreamt of my childhood. I was in a room, alone at first. Then a boy came to me, he was tall and very cute. I didn't recognize him, but he was calling my name and he was laughing softly. I smiled and he took my hand and led me outside. We walked to a wooded area and he moved in close to me and whispered something in my ear...."Take off you shorts." I was scared at first, then he smiled and I couldn't resist. I dropped my shorts and I wore no underwear. He was moving closer and he reached for my hard penis, standing up proudly. Then someone moved in quickly and they were laughing at me. In shame I tried to pull up my shorts but stumbled and fell to the ground in a heap. The laughter continued and the boy joined in. I was crying and they were pointing at my nakedness. I awoke in a sweat and realized where I was. Cory was lying next to me, his arm touching my leg. I rolled onto my side and hugged him stoking his naked stomach. I wanted to make love to him at that instant. I wanted to press my manhood against him and take him, to kiss his soft lips and suckle his hardness. But, I couldn't. I loved him. It was that simple. Never had I wanted to feel someone, to take them in my arms and make mad passionate love to them as I did for Cory at this moment, but my love would not allow it. It was odd, how something so simple can become so complicated. I didn't understand what my heart felt, I only knew that for right now, this was as much flesh as I could take. I stroked his cheek and ran my fingers through his hair. I felt the first tear slide down my cheek, and I knew I had to get out of there now. For the second time that night, I rolled out of bed, but his time I went to the living room. I made up the couch and fell into it exhausted...I slept a trouble sleep but, one free of temptation, at least for the moment. End Part Two.....comments please...Kewl_Dad_1@msn.com