Date: Sat, 25 May 2013 19:48:21 -0400 (EDT)
From: Milford Slabaugh <tommyhawk1@aol.com>
Subject: In Need of Love

			      IN NEED OF LOVE
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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     I recognized Ms. Mullins' car as I rode up on my bicycle. "Oh, no!" is
what I said. I knew what was coming next even before Mom opened the door
and called out, "Gregory! Come on inside, dear, there's someone I want you
to meet!"
     I parked my bike beside the four others and went inside to see who
Ms. Mullins was dumping on Mom now. Mom already had five kids in the house
brought over by Ms. Mullins and the State. In every case, Mom had opened
her house and added another hard-luck child to our family. It was always
the same sequence, here, first the child was a foster child and then Mom
would decide that she couldn't live without the child who was now like a
son/daughter to her and would go to court and adopt the kid.
     I was the sole exception to this rule, I was Mom's really-for true
son. And she had agreed after adopting my younger sister that she wasn't
going to do it any more. I'd been really upset at her bringing another baby
into the house. I was her baby! I'd yelled at her. And she had soothed me
down and told me that it wouldn't make any difference to her, that she'd
love me just as much as she ever did. So I'd agreed to let her adopt my
little sister...and Mom had spent her every waking moment with the baby and
I'd been left with the dregs of her attention along with my older adopted
siblings.
     But I'd held onto this one charm, that she had promised me that
Melissa was going to be the last baby she'd ever adopt. And Melissa was now
four years old, and as regular as a clock, Mom was about to take on another
problem baby. Babies are usually easy to place for adoption, Mom ended up
fostering babies that had problems, Downs syndrome like Melissa, birth
defects, leukemia (Jeff had died last year at the age of thirteen), and so
on. Mom never cared what the baby had wrong with it, she'd scoop it up and
coo at it and that was all it took.
     As I'd expected, the latest baby being offered to Mom was in the
living room in Ms. Mullins' arms. She had it partially unwrapped, I could
see that this latest baby had been born without both arms, only little
stalk-like things waved where they should have been. I flinched back from
the sight, as you can imagine, made a face.
     "Gregory, don't act like that! She's just a baby!" Mom sat down and
made kissy-faces at the baby.
     "What's she doing here?" I asked. I didn't indicate the baby or
Ms. Mullins, but Mom assumed the first one.
     "Her name is Tonya." Mom said. "Ms. Mullens thought we could take care
of her until they could find a loving family to keep her, and...."
     "No!" I said firmly.
     "Gregory...."
     "No, Mom!" I said again. "You promised me that when you took in
Melissa that she was going to be the last one."
     "But honey, just look at her...."
     "You promised me, Mom! You promised no more babies!"
     "But Tonya needs someone to take care of her, honey!" Mom told
me. "And look at her, isn't she precious?"
     Ms. Mullens began telling me all about this or that, but I didn't
listen, she droned on and on while I scowled at Mom. When she finally,
finally shut up, I said, "Mom, I'm already sharing you with five other
brothers and sisters. I know that you can't stand it when you don't have a
baby in the house. Melissa's old enough that she's not a baby, so you want
another one." I'd learned this from Josh, the oldest of my family and now
I'd confirmed it for sure.
     "But plenty of families have more than six children." Ms. Mullens
interceded again. "You have to remember that families have more than just
you in it."
     "And she needs us, honey." Mom went on. "She needs us to take care of
her and love her and...."
     "I need love, too, Mom!" I cried out, nearly in tears. "I'm your son,
your real son, and I need love, too!" And I turned and ran out of the room,
through the back door and into the back yard. Mom called after me, but she
didn't come after me. She never would. Every time I got upset, she'd let me
cry myself out and come back and then she'd talk to me and tell me
everything was going to be all right. Every time she couldn't come to a
school play or recital because one of my brothers or sisters was ill or
needed her to be with her. When Melissa came along, for over a year, Mom
had had eyes only for her, none for any of the rest of us. It had gnawed at
me terribly, but I had consoled myself with her promise to not adopt any
more special-needs babies. With Melissa older and better able to care for
herself, Mom was supposed to have time for me. And now...now she'd have an
armless baby to care for! That baby was going to be helpless for who knew
how long! And Mom would adopt it, sure as sure, a few months from now. And
I'd be left more alone than ever! Just another one of her "children" to be
forgotten about as soon as the newest one came along.
     I ducked into my private space, a small gap in the fence that led into
the neighbor's yard and from there to behind his shed. I'd set up an old
chair I found waiting for the garbage pickup on my way home from school one
day and taken and put there, and I'd just go and sit there. You have to
remember that my home was filled with five (about to become six)
special-needs children, so if I wanted quiet privacy, I had to go outside
to find it. I sat in my chair and I began to cry and cry in earnest. Really
feeling sorry for myself, and you have to admit I deserved to!
     So I was busily bawling, knowing that Mom either wouldn't hear me or
couldn't find me, and being caught at it startled me. But it wasn't Mom. It
was our neighbor, whose yard I had slipped into. Hadn't thought about that
all this time.
     "Greg?" He said to me. "What are you doing back there?" Then, after a
pause. "What's wrong?"
     I wiped away my tears. "I'm sorry, Mr. Leon." I said, snuffling.
     "Why were you crying?" he asked. Mr. Leon was a fairly young man, and
he lived in this house next door to ours alone. His wife and children had
moved out some time ago, nobody had told me why. But he was there by
himself and I'd seen him any number of times, working in the yard or going
to or from work. Weekends in warm weather, he'd relax in the hammock he'd
strung in his backyard, between one of the beams of the fence between our
properties (it was his fence) and a tree, and I had seen him there, wearing
just a pair of very brief cut-offs, a beer resting on his stomach while he
drowsed away the afternoon. I'd spent a lot of time peering at him from my
hiding place last summer, for he was the best-looking man I'd ever seen,
and seeing him like this, most of his body exposed, had caused my stomach
to kind of quiver funny-like, and my wiener to tingle in a way that was
really pleasant. He was wearing those cut-offs now, but with a t-shirt,
right now, even. And thongs on his feet.
     And he was looking at me in a sympathetic, gentle way. "Come on,
Greg. What's wrong?"
     "Oh, Mr. Leon!" I wailed and he held out his arms, and I jumped into
them. Those big, brawny arms enfolded me and felt so good, so warm, so
real. When was the last time Mom had held me like that? Too long, she'd
spent all her time with Melissa. Melissa had gotten all her attention, all
her hugs. I'd lost my place with her when Ms. Mullens had brought over
Melissa, and now there'd be Tonya, who'd need more help than even Melissa
had.
     So Mr. Leon held me and I babbled out my problems to him and he
listened and he held me and he nodded and made tones of sympathy. That was
all I'd ever wanted.
     "Poor kid!" he said when I'd finished, my tears dried fully. "You just
want some attention and a little love."
     "Yeah." I admitted. "What can I do about it, though? Mom's going to
adopt Tonya, and when Tonya gets older, she'll find another baby to replace
her."
     "So why don't you come over and see me when you want some attention?"
Mr. Leon offered. "I get off work about the same time you get home from
school, you know. So come on over and I'll give you some attention."
     "That'd be great!" I grinned up at him.
     "So how about tomorrow?"
     "How about right now?" I said. "Mom's still busy with Tonya and
Ms. Mullens."
     "All right." Leon agreed. "Come on in."
     He was really nice to me, he got me a can of Coca-Cola and a beer for
himself from the refrigerator and he turned the television set to the
cartoon channel, and sat down beside me on the couch.
     He watched the show, but I watched him. He talked to me, and I talked
to him, about school and my friends and everything. He really listened to
me, and after about ten minutes of this, I dared to scoot over to get
closer to him. He just smiled and lifted up his arm and I slid under and he
put it around me. That big arm closed upon me again, his hand gripping my
far elbow, and he squeezed at me like that and I grinned up at him.
     The show went to commercials and I took the opportunity to say, "This
is nice, Mr. Leon. Really nice."
     "I like it, too." Mr. Leon said. "I miss my son Brandon a lot. He'd
sit in my lap and we'd watch these shows and have fun. I really miss that."
     "Yeah." I agreed. "That would be nice."
     He looked at me and I saw a sort of hunger in his eyes. Heck, I felt
it in myself, too. "Mr. Leon, can I sit in your lap?"
     He smiled. "You sure can, Greg."
     "Just like Brandon, huh?"
     "Would you like to sit in my lap like Brandon did?" he asked me.
     "Yeah."
     "We had a special way for him to sit in my lap."
     "Really?" I was interested. "What did you do different?"
     "Brandon wouldn't have any of his clothes on." Mr. Leon said.
     "Oh." I said.
     "He'd just be finished with his shower after getting home from
school." Mr. Leon explained. "I'd just be wearing my boxer shorts, too,
same reason. And he'd sit on my lap and I'd be holding him and it was just
skin touching skin, all warm and soft. Nice."
     "It does sound nice." I said. Then, "Okay."
     "Okay?"
     "I'll take my clothes off and sit in your lap." I said. "You can take
off your clothes, too. Just like you did with Brandon."
     "You don't mind?"
     "No." I giggled. "Sounds nice."
     So I got up and so did he and we took off our clothes. I took off my
shirt and shoes and socks and pants and that's when I saw Mr. Leon taking
off his shorts. "You don't have on boxers!" I gasped when I saw him. He had
turned away from me and I saw his buttocks, twin oblongs with a hint of
hair between his cheeks.
     "No." he agreed. "I was going to put the throw over my lap instead. Is
that okay?"
     "I considered it. "You don't have to. You said you liked the feel of
skin touching skin. So you get more skin touching." And I giggled again.
     He chuckled, too. "All right, then."
     I skinned off my briefs and was naked. Mr. Leon was already naked and
I saw his bush at his crotch, too. I knew that about men, but never really
gotten a good look at it, just the hair below the navel when they wore swim
trunks, that sort of thing. This was the first time I saw a man's dong
resting in its bush of thick hair. His legs, too, were hairier than I'd
expected. He sat down and said, "Okay, come sit on my lap, now."
     I lifted a leg up and put a hand on his shoulder to place myself on my
lap. My hand, my leg as I sat down, felt his skin. Warm...warm!
     His arm came around my back, more skin touching skin. Nice, so very
nice! This was better than being hugged with clothes on so much, so very,
very much.
     I settled on his lap and his arm snuggled around my waist, his hand
holding my outer thigh, his other arm touched my chest and his hand touched
it, stroked my chest, in a slow, warm, circular motion. Warm, so very, very
warm!
     "That feels good, Mr. Leon." I said. "Really good."
     "I'm just getting started. Here's what I'd do with Brandon." And he
pulled me closer to him and his lips reached for mine and he kissed me. I
kissed back gladly, and his kissing of me went on and on. Then his hand
slid down my chest onto my stomach, paused and circled there and then went
down lower and touched me even lower down. Right on my dick, and he rubbed
it a little bit, and then his fingers caught hold of it and held on.
     "Ooh!" I gasped as his kiss ended and his fingers began to work my
dick's skin back and forth.
     "Brandon liked it when I did this." Mr. Leon murmured to me. "He said
it felt real good. Do you like it, too, Greg?"
     "Uh-huh." I breathed. "Feels real good."
     "I liked making Brandon feel good." Mr. Leon said to me. "I like
making you feel good, too. Can I make you feel even better, Greg?"
     "Uh-huh."
     Mr. Leon's hand sped up even more and I gasped again. "Oh, oh,
Mr. Leon, that's nice, that's real nice!" I groaned. I felt Mr. Leon's
prick swelling under my leg, getting bigger and harder, then bigger and
harder, then bigger and harder still. Finally, it was a piece of
soft-covered steel, warmer than any other part of his warm, warm body, and
it throbbed under my leg.
     "Oh, Mr. Leon, you're all hard!" I breathed.
     "You've made me all hard." Mr. Leon said huskily. "You, Greg, you."
     "Oh, yes, yes, oh, oh, OH, OH, OH!" I moaned. My body had reached that
point when your dick stops tingling and everything feels all so very, very
good and I groaned and shuddered in Mr. Leon's arms and he kissed me with
my mouth open, his own open as well, and as I shook in my joy, his tongue
slid into my mouth and tasted my teeth and tongue and inner cheeks.
     And my pleasure was wracking my body, draining my energy, and I was
gasping for breath and his lungs were the only place I could get air it
seemed, and he breathed out as I breathed in and in as I breathed out and
that made the delight my body was feeling even more intense.
     And I was done and weak and limp and panting hard and he let go of my
mouth and I gulped in big hard breaths of air and I trembled in his arms as
both of them held me and held me close.
     "Brandon liked that a lot, Greg." Mr. Leon assured me. "I think you
liked it a lot, too, didn't you?"
     "Uh-huh!" I gasped out.
     "And after I'd do that for him, Brandon and I would do this." he
breathed and his arms held onto me and he moved the both of us around so
that I was lying on the couch and he was on top of me. I was dumb and
bewildered as he did this, just lay there pliable and adjustable and he got
both my legs inside of his and then he scooted a bit and then his dick
poked at the junction of my legs, right underneath my balls and he said, "I
would slide my cock in between his legs like this, Greg. Just a, uh, little
more." His cockskin was catching on my legs but he wriggled about and got
it further in between my legs. "Like that, yeah." He sighed. "And then
Brandon would let me do this with him."
     And Mr. Leon began to move his hips back and forth and his prick slid
in and out of my legs, I could feel the cockskin catching and hanging on as
he withdrew, then he'd drive back in and it would tighten back up.
     "I'd move inside of Brandon's legs like this, and it makes my cock
feel really, really good, too." Mr. Leon informed me. "You don't mind if I
do this with you, do you, Greg?"
     "No." I said in a sort of dazed wonder. His cock was so hot now, it
was throbbing even as it moved back and forth, rubbing my inner legs faster
now, and I looked into Mr. Leon's face, he had this really soft expression,
the way Mom looks when she holds a new baby, the way she looked at Tonya
and never, never looked at me, but Mr. Leon was looking right at me and he
looked into my eyes and he smiled so softly, and then he groaned and I knew
that his movements were making him feel so good, and I suddenly felt really
good again myself. It was sort of like when my wiener tingled and yet it
wasn't, it was pleasure in knowing that I was doing this for him, that I
was making Mr. Leon feel so good and he was liking this, he liked to touch
me and hold me and rub himself between my legs.
     "Oh, baby, you're so good!" he crooned as his hips moved him even
faster still. "I'm so fucking horny, Greg, I'm going to come soon, real
soon."
     And he pulled his cock out from between my legs, and he rested it on
my stomach instead and he began to rub at me again, and his sweat and mine
made it slippery between us and his cock rolled easily back and forth
there.
     "I'm coming, Greg, I'm coming, so good, oh, ah, gah, uh, so good, uh,
uh, huh, GNNNH, GNNNH, G-G-G-G-GNNH, GNH-HNNNNNHHH!" his groans reached a
level of intensity I'd never heard before and as it did, his cock started
spraying this hot, really hot, liquid all over me. I'd never felt anything
like it, and there was a lot of it, and it was sticky and gooey and as he
moved, it squelched around between us, and a thick smell of heavy male
aroma filled my nostrils, and Mr. Leon was gasping and grunting and then he
was done and his weight bore down on me a bit more than it had before, and
he was panting hard and his elbows held all his weight except for what was
resting on me, and I was pinned under him, not crushed, just held down, and
his sweat and his musk aroma and his face filled with exhausted joy, was my
entire world.
     "Oh, baby, baby, God, you're such a good boy, Greg, so good." he
breathed after a time. "I loved doing this with Brandon, and now I've done
it with you, just the same way."
     I liked being compared to his son. "I liked it, too, Mr. Leon."
     "I wish I could hold you all day and all night." Mr. Leon sighed to me
after a moment of silence. "I really wish I could."
     "Me, too, Mr. Leon. It was great!"
     "You can come over here every day and we'll do this." he said. "Your
mother may not have any time for you, but I have lots of time. Would you
like to do this some more?"
     "Yes, sir!" I agreed. "It was nice."
     "It was nice, to make love to you, Greg."
     Make love. So that was what this was! "It was really nice." I said
again. "Really."
     "Gregory? Gregory?" came Mom's call. "Gregory, where are you?"
     "You'd better answer her." Mr. Leon said. "She's been calling you a
while."
     "Yeah?" I hadn't heard her before.
     Mr. Leon got off of me and I went over to the window and opened it,
called out to Mom. I couldn't see her from there, it was the front window
of his house. "I hear you, Mom!"
     "Gregory, where are you? You come home right now, you hear me!"
     "Okay, Mom. I'll be right there." And I closed the window. "I have to
go."
     "It's okay, Greg. Tomorrow, then, okay?"
     "You bet!" I grinned at him. We both got dressed and I went out
Mr. Leon's back door and through his fence where I'd come in and home that
way. Mom saw me as I was walking in our own back door, she was around the
side of our house.
     "Where were you?" she demanded. "I've been calling you for five
minutes."
     "I didn't hear you." I said. "I'm sorry."
     "Next time I call you, you come home." Mom demanded. "Don't make me
look for you."
     "All right." I went on in, and Mom followed a moment or so later.
     "Now, Gregory, I know you're upset, but little Tonya needs someone to
take care of her." Mom went on. "Children like her need a lot of love and
care and not everyone can do that. Ms. Mullens knows I can do it, so she's
asked me to help out, and I intend to do just that. I'm sorry you're
disappointed, but this is important."
     "I need love, too, Mom." I said, still upset about her bringing Tonya
into the house (Ms. Mullens hadn't left her with us, but it was just a
matter of time before she'd bring Tonya back, to stay), but not as mad as
before. "You promised me that Melissa would be the last child you adopted."
     "I'm not adopting Tonya." Mom said.
     "Not yet." I countered.
     "Just agreeing to take care of her for a while. And I expect you to
make her welcome in this house. She's a special little girl and she needs
my love, and yours, too."
     "I know, Mom." I sighed. I was going to lose this argument. Mom would
bring in Tonya and then she wouldn't have any time to spend with me. But it
didn't matter so much any more. From now on, whenever I needed love, I
could just go over to Mr. Leon's house and get all the love I would ever
need.

				  THE END
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