Date: Sat, 11 Dec 2010 15:08:40 -0500
From: wild wing <wildwing66@hotmail.com>
Subject: I'M AVAILABLE - 5

I sheepishly entered the office at a quarter to ten.  I quickly got to work
and applied myself in an attempt to make up for lost time.  The boss came
by shortly and stated how relieved he felt seeing me back at my post.  We
both agreed it was important that I complete the project in preparation for
a client meeting on Friday.  He asked if I felt well enough to stay late if
necessary to finish my drawings.  He was such a good man to work for I
could hardly turn him down.

It was almost seven o'clock by the time I left my office.  I felt too tired
to cook at home so I dropped in at Vinnie's Spaghetti House for a plate of
my favourite lasagna.  Two hours later I pulled into my driveway.

I noticed immediately that my lights were on.  What the hell is going on I
thought?  I found Kevin parked on my couch watching TV.  He was as naked as
the day he was born.

"Oh hi," he grinned, "I hope you don't mind. I needed a place to stay."

I looked at him sternly.  Kevin wasn't following the plan. "You better have
a damn good reason for being here or I'm driving you home immediately!" I
snarled.

Kevin's expression changed to one born of desperation.  He pleaded, "Please
don't send me home Max.  I went home after school like you told me to.  Mom
was drunk again.  She screamed at me and called me a fucking queer.  Then
she told me to get out because she was having a friend over.  If you throw
me out I will stay on the street!  I won't go home!"

Kevin was defiant yet the tears were streaming down his face again.  He was
breaking me up.

"You never told me she drank," I reflected.

"Yeah she drinks Jack Daniels.  I hide the bottles on her but she always
seems to have more than I can find."

"Does she cook supper for you?"

"Only when she's sober," was his response, "And that ain't very often.
Usually I do my own cooking."

I had to learn more so I continued to delve.  "Is there always food in the
house?"

"Sometimes but most of the time I have to buy it."

"Where does the money come from Kevin?"

Kevin looked down at the floor and did not respond.

"Where does the money come from?" I repeated.

Continuing to gaze downwards he stammered, "I...I....I steal it."

"You what?" i said incredulously.

He looked back up and wiped away more tears with the back of his sleeve.
"I get hungry.  I have to eat.  I take it from her purse when she passes
out.  She never knows how much money she has."

I accepted his explanation without passing judgement.  I had put Kevin
through the wringer enough for one night. I put my arms out for him and he
accepted my invitation.  I stroked his hair and whispered into his ear,
"It's okay Kevin, you can stay the night."

As he began to settle down I had to pose one last question.  "Kevin I love
your attire or lack of it but tell me why are you naked again?"

"Oh," he replied, "I'm doing my laundry."

Only then did I realize the machine was on in the basement.  He hadn't
eaten so I heated some chilli from my freezer.  He also admitted he had
walked to my house.  It had taken him well over an hour.  I had a perfectly
serviceable bike in the garage that I rarely used.  I offered it to him and
he was overjoyed.  It turned out that his own bike had been stolen over a
year ago and his mother had refused to replace it.  Finally I asked why I
had yet to see him with a schoolbook.  He admitted that his marks were bad
and that it had been impossible to get anything done at his own house.  He
was actually pleased when I suggested that he begin bringing his homework
to my house.

By now it was well past normal bed time.  I told him to grab a shower while
I finished his laundry.  Further I was emphatic in stating that there would
be no sex tonight.  He didn't argue.

Retiring, I decided to strip completely.  After all there was nothing left
to hide.  As I rolled into bed Kevin shifted so that we shared one pillow.
He sure loved body contact.  I lay an arm under his neck and allowed my
hand to drape over his side.  Erect as usual I could feel his cock resting
on my side again.

Some time during the night I awoke to the bed vibrating up and down at a
steady rate.  As difficult as it was I honoured his privacy.  He soon let
out an audible groan.  Before long he rolled back and made contact with me
once more.  I closed my eyes.

When I awoke the next morning I was alone in my bed.  His clothes that I
had neatly piled were gone.  I could however smell some enticing aromas
that had to be emanating from the kitchen.

Entering the room I found a table set for two and a steaming cup of coffee
beside my plate.  A very busy Kevin was bent over the stove.

"How do you like your eggs?" he inquired.

Geez I thought, it would be damn easy to get to like this kid.  I walked
over and wrapped an arm around him from behind.  I planted a kiss on the
side of his cheek.  "What a pleasant surprise Kevin," I chortled.

"I told you I could cook.  How do you want your eggs?"

Not only did he cook a fine breakfast he also insisted on cleaning up
before he left.  While he cleaned I checked the old bike and put some air
in the tires.

Before he rode off he promised to do his best and stay with his mother that
night.  I gave him a few more dollars with instructions to feed himself and
his mother properly.

I watched him as he rode out of sight.