Date: Tue, 18 May 2004 00:53:02 -0700 (PDT)
From: Robby Light <bi_kool_guy99@yahoo.com>
Subject: Joey's Keeper

Okay, you know the drill, if your under 18, or not
gay, don't read this! Use condoms please! Even though
the people in this story don't, it's a fact, HIV is
real and it IS hurting gay poeple more than anyone!
Wrap it up!

This story is fictioonal. If anyone who has yahoo
messenger would like to chat with me or leave a
message, your always welcome too. I'd love to hear
from other people about their experinces with their
stepson, or stepfather, or father, or son. Looking
forward to talking to you all!!! bi_kool_guy99

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To describe Joey, all I can really say is thin, and
kinda boyish. No, it's true, he's not the strongest
boy in the world, but everyone does seem to think
he's cute. He's tall, blond, kinda looks like a boy
band memember. To get a clearer picture of just what
he looks like, I recomend you rent the VHS movie Night
of the Twisters at blockbuster or wherever you can
find it. The little guy on there remindes me of him
quite a bit. Even has that smooth lovable teen voice
like Joey!

Anyway, as strage as it must seem to be reading this
in the "gay" section. This story begins with a woman.
You probably guessed it...Joey's mother. We started
dating, and before I knew it, I was in a
realationship! Now, I guess before I go any furter, I
should tell you what she looks like...nah, I'm kiding,
I know what you wanna know! I'm 29, I'm in good shape,
I work out when I can, but most of the time I'm so
busy with work down at the garage, that I stay in
shape even if I don't lift weights or do sit ups. I'm
not huge mind you, just musceled, about avrage build,
and dare I say it...nice looking.


Now me Joey's mom had been seeing eachother for some
time before I met, or even KNEW about Joey. I guess in
a way, she was smart, if I had known she had a kid, I
might have not been as open to dating her. Maybe that
makes me a lousy guy, but hopefully, I wouldd'a given
her a chance anyway. But I cared about this woman, and
I agreed to meet her 15 year old son.

I came over one night, and she let me in, she said
Joey was in his room plahying video games. She called
him down while I stood waiting at the door. The kid
came bounding down the stairs, I was surprised by how
small, and preppy he was. I was taken aback for a
moment and just started at him.

"Well, Joey" his mother said "this is David, and
David, this is Joey."

"Hello" we both said at the same time.

The kid's voice was soft and kinda sothing. I have to
admit, I thought to myself what a runt he was. His
mother went in the other room to prepair dinner for us
all and me and Joey sat down to watch tv. I asked Joey
if he liked sports, he repiled no, I asked if he was
into cars, again a no. I tried to think of anything to
talk to this kid about, but he wasn't inerested. I
asked him if he had a girlfriend, or if he was
intrested in a girl in particular. Again I got a no.
It took about all over five minutes of sitting and
talking to him to realize either he was just a very
odd boy, or that he was gay! And I was pretty sure it
was the latter.

I smiled to msyelf sitting there talking to him.
Making small talk. We were about as different as night
and day. But he was a sweet young man from what I
could tell. I decided not to worry about and just put
it out of my head. As we had dinner later on, it was
me and Joey's mother who did most of the talking. And
for the next few months that's how things seemed to
go. I'd come by, and me and his mother would talk for
hours on end, while Joey mostly nodded or gave one
wordered replies. He seemed uneasy around me. Maybe it
was selfish of me, but I didn't really pay attention
to his feelings, or think much about him. I'm sure to
him, I was this horrible man who was taking all his
mother's time away from him.

I wanted to get along with him, if for no other reason
than his mother! But there was nothing to talk about
to him! He didn't seem to do anything normal boys did.
To be honest, he was the kind of boy I used to pick on
in school. Not very muscular, small and kinda weak. As
an adult, I regreated those days. I was sure Joey was
probably teased the same way. But to his mother, he
was a perfect little man. He spent a lot of thime in
his room writing stories, or playing games on the PS2.
I kinda admired him for being so smart. He did well in
school, and had a litte guy he hung out with now and
then. But it was painfully obvious that he wasn't a
popular kid.

I had begun sleeping over at their house. I guess I
sorta moved in. Joey and me still didn't talk much. It
wasn't that I didn't like the kid, he was nice enough,
I mean sometimes he'd get mad at me and say stuff, but
I brushed it off cause I knew he was jealoius of his
mother and me. But for the most part we didn't really
say much of anything to eachother. I brought Joey with
me to the garage one day, thinking maybe he'd get into
cars or something, but that was a mistake. He didn't
say anything, and I kept having to explain what
everything was when I asked him to hand me a tool. He
became frustrated and just stormed out.

Finally the day arvied when his mother had to go up
north and vist her family. She didn't want to take
Joey, cause he always hates going to family rerunions
and things like that cause he's nearly the only one
his age in the family, everyone else is either little
kids, or grown up. I said I'd stay with him. I think
she hoped we'd bond, but I doubted it very much.


I'd been here a few days staying in the guest room
Joey's mom had made for me, I'd showered, and dressed
here, and it always seemed Joey was nerby everytime I
came out of a room after showering, or when I woke up
in the moring and came out in my boxers. He'd never
seen me naked, but I suspected that's what he wanted.
I never had the nerve to just let him see me. I
remembered being his age, what it was like not really
being sure you were normal. That must have been even
harder on him. He didn't have any guys his age around.
Growing up guys'll show eachother their dicks and
bushes and things like that sometimes, and you get a
sense of what's normal, and that what you're going
through is natural. But Joey didn't have that. He
didn't even shower in gym! The gym teacher said since
it was the last class of the day, the boys should
shower at home. Poor kid, it don't matter what your
sexual prefecance is, male nudity is something every
boy needs to be exposed to. It's important they know
they're normal. They need to see other boys getting
undressed at school, or see their dad's, or a brother,
or something! Every boy needs to feel normal. But with
Joey, I could since he wanted to look for that reason,
but not for that reason alone! I was actually kind of
fond of this kid. So shy and nice. It was a change
from the type of guys I was used to.

I'd been at the house for a nearly a week now. One
night as I lay in bed half asleep I could hear
something stiring around in the room. I just lay
there, I was pretty sure I knew who it was.  Sure
enough, I felt a little bit of presure on the bed as
someone sat next to me. I felt my boxers being
lowered. My limp dick now haging out, the air hitting
it, for all the world to see. Well, for all the world
who happened to be in this room at this moment! I
didn't move, I just lay there. Nothing happened for a
long time. There was no movement. Then I could feel a
finger just barely brush my cock! I couldn't help but
getting hard. Then a strong hand wrapped itself around
my cock, and just held it there for a moment as it
throbbed. I coudln't help but moan a little.

"David?" Joey's voice whispered.

I didn't reply. Joey realsed my cock and stood up.
"Are you awake?" He asked again. I dind't reply. Joey
was breathing hard, he was scared and nervious. He
began to pull my boxers up, but they were a little
pined under me and he moved down a little trying to
get a better grip, but he tripped on the cloths I had
cast aside when I got into bed, and fell right on top
of me! He elbowed my exposed balls and I jumped and
yelled "AW JOEY!!!" in pain. Joey scrambled to get up
and get off of me. He was like a dear that had just
been hit by a car trying to stand back up on an icy
road. He couldn't seem to get his legs and body to
work together, and he thrashed around till he got on
his feet. I thought the kid was going to pass out he
was breathing so hard, and sounded so scared! I held
my balls and moaned in pain. Joey started to bolt
toward the door, but I grabbed his arm. I didn't want
things to end like this. He was so scared and
horrified by it all.

"mmm...Hold on a second Joey." I said, as I caught my
breath.

"I'm sorry!" Joey yelled. "I'm so sorry, I'm stupid.
please just....I'm sorry." He said nearly crying. I
didn't let go of him I just held him there as the pain
subsided. "Joey sit down here." I said and pulled him
onto the bed with me. Tears had started to flow down
his check. My cock and balls were still out in the
open. although, my cock was as soft as a noodel now!
The moonlight coming through the window bathed
everyting in a strange glowing light. My cock was
clearly visible, there was no pretending I didn't know
what was going on. And I really didn't want there to
be. I was tiered of tip-toeing around the truth and
pretending I didn't know what was going on with Joey!
I'd nearly lost the ability to have kids cause of
pretending just now!  "Joey..." I began be he
inturpted me.

"Just don't tell mom, please." He begged. "Beat me up
if ya want to, but don't tell her please! I deserve to
get beat up, but please don't let her find
out...please." He said, in that soft sothing voice I'd
heard so rarely.

"Well, I guess you can say more than two words at a
time!" I said. I was nervious and didn't really know
how to hanel this, but I knew I had to. "Joey, I
wouldn't tell your mom about this." I said. Joey
looked up at me a little relived.

"I'm sorry, I don't know why I did it, I'm just sick."
He said. "Just beat me up, I don't care."

I put my arm around him without really thinking about
it. He jerked a little, I guess he thought maybe I was
taken him up on his offer. I pulled him close to me.
"You're not sick." I said. "Guy's you're age need to
see other guys naked. I understand that."

"Really?" He asked.

"Yeah, when I started going through puberty, I looked
at other guys and compaired myself." I told him.

"Tommy called me a fag when I tried to look at him
once." He said, talking about the guy he hangs out
with.

"Well, Tommy's got a dad and 4 brothers" I said. "he's
probably known what other guys look like his whole
life."

"So, you don't think I'm a fag?" Joey asked.

I didn't know how to answer that. I didn't want to
pretened anymore. "Well..." I started. "yeah, I kinda
do." Tommy's eyes got really wide and he looked like
he might start crying again. "I mean, yeah I think
you're gay. Aren't you?" I asked.

"Okay, I'll stay away from you." He said and started
to get up. "I won't bother you or mom again!"

His voice was carcking and he was holding back the
tears. I grabbed him so he couldn't move. "I didn't
say I wanted you to go away!" I said.  "But you said I
was a fag!" He said. "Those were your words, not mine
Tom." I said.

"But you said you think I am." He said, no longer
keeping back the flood of tears.

"I do think you're gay, I'm sorry if you're not and I
offened you." I said, "but I do."

"You really think I'm a pervert?" He asked me.

"No!" I replied, almost yelling in frustration. "I
don't think you're a pervert, I just think you're
gay!"

He looked at me witha confused look. It was like I was
telling him the grass was green, but not green. I
guess things hadn't changed much since I was growing
up. There was no difference between being gay, and
being a pervert. Not in his mind. It hit me then, that
he didn't know he was gay yet. Or at least, he was
fighting the idea!

"I don't understand." he said to me.

"Hey Tommy listen to me, I don't care that your
queer." I told him. "i've figured you were since the
day I got here, it never mattered to me! You're a nice
kid, I don't care if you like boys instead of girls."


He just sat there for a moment, taking it all in.
Finally he spoke. "But everyone says that's bad and
gross." He said. "Well" I began "like I said, I knew
the moment I walked in you were gay, so that must mean
you just are, and you can't help it, it's just
something that belongs to you, like your brown eyes,
or your blond hair. You can dye your hair, wear
conacts, but unerneath you still have brown eyes and
blond hair. Do you get what I'm tryin to say here?" I
asked.

"Yeah, I think so." Joey replied. "But I don't know
for sure that I'm..."

I smiled, the poor kid couldn't even say it. "Well
kid, when you figure it out, whatever it is, you don't
have to worry about it as far as I'm concerend."

He looked down at my crotch, my cock still hanging
out. He suddenly snapped back to reality. "Oh man, I'm
sorry about that!" He said. I grined at him and patted
him on the back. I whispered to him "Turn on the
lights and you can see it better."  He looked at me
wide eyed, not believing his ears.

"W...what?" He asked.

"You heard me." I said. "It's okay, you should just
relax, do what you want and not worry about what it
makes you or what I'll think of you."

He walked over and turned on the light and came back
over and sat next to me. This kid was sweet and shy, I
don't know why, but I felt this need to make him feel
okay. I wanted to protect him from whatever had been
hurting him so bad. I realized then and there, inspite
of it all, I did like this kid! Maybe I didn't feel
like he was my son, but I cared about him!

He just sat there staring for the longest time right
at my cock. He apologized again. I asked him why, and
he said for touching it without permission. He said it
was like taking advantage and he knew it was wrong. I
chuckeled a little. "Kid, you been watching too many
talk shows and listening to sex advice shows."  I
said. "But, it was wrong wasn't it?" He asked. "Well,
yeah in a way I guess it's wrong to take advantage of
someone sleeping, but it's not the most horrible thing
in the world. And you're a boy, and boys do things
like that. You just held it for a second, it's not
like you jumped on me and had your way with me!" I
said. He smiled. I could tell he wanted to say or ask
something, but couldn't bring himself to. So I took
his hand in mine and placed it on my cock!

His warm hand mad me go almost instantly hard! He
looked nervoious and a little scared. "Just relax,
this is just you and me little man! Our secret. I just
want you to go ahead and satasifie your couriosity.
Touch it, stare at it, you can look and touch whatever
you want! I understand, when I was younger, I wondered
if I was normal, I wanted to know. And it's all okay
with me!" I reasured him.

After saying that it was like I had unleashed
something! So much frustrationg, and so much fear was
melting away in him. He was safe, and he explored
freely knowing i wasn't going to hurt him, or be mean
to him, or tell anyone. He pulled my undies down and
asked me in that soft voice if I'd roll over, which I
did, he looked at my ass, pullin my checks apart and
lookin at the hole. He touched it and I flinched. A
little moan escaping my lips. I had no idea someone
touching my ass would feel so good!

He looked me up and down and rubbed his hands all over
me. Playing with my pubic hair, and my balls, and of
course, my dick! I didn't think I'd get so exited, but
I did! I was rock hard, and loved feeling his gentle,
yet strong touch all over me.

"Your cock is so big!" He said.  "Mine's not like
that, it's..." He started but didn't finish.

"Let's see it!" I told him.

His eyes got big and he got that scared look on his
face again. I started to protest, but I grabbed him
and put him on the bed with me, and undid his pants.
"I don't know, David, please I don't want to." He
said, pushing my hands away. "Aw come on, I showed you
mine, you gotta show me yours, it's only fair." I
said. He closed his eye's worked up the courage, and
pulled his undies down to his thighs, exposing all! He
wasn't as big as me. Not even remotly. About 5 hard!
"All guys are different sizes!" I told him. "That's why
you need to see a lot more guys naked, you'd know all
guys are different." I told him.

What happned next took me totally off guard. "Would
you fuck me David?" Joey asked in that soft little
voice of his. "WHAT!" I asked, in shock. "Never mind!"
he said. "I'm sorry, it's just you were being so nice,
and I feel so...I'm sorry." He said.

I don't know why, but in that moment, looking down at
him, seeing all the fears returning to him, feeling
like he was freak and a pervert, I couldn't help it! I
kissed him full on the lips! And I started humping our
cocks together, the precum making a slick mess as it
mixed together form both cocks! I broke the kiss long
enough to remove his clothes, and grab some lube, and I
was back on him in no time!

I humped him like that for a long time, and then put
some lube on my 7 incher, and some on his tight little
hole, and started pushin my way in! I don't know,
something happened to me! I wanted to be with him,
inside him, close to him! He moaned and gasped as I
agonizingly slowly entered him. When my bush hit his
checks, I knew I was in! All the way in him, inside a
boy, how did this happen?! I didn't care!! He needed
me! I fucked him nice and slow, taking my time with
him, making him feel safe, showing him all the things
I couldn't tell him with words. He looked back into my
eyes, I never saw so much need in one person, so much
longing, and painful loneliness. I kissed him softly
all over as I fucked him. I knew after this was all
over, I was going to go through some major stuff in my
head! I knew I was straight, and I knew I would never
be gay, but still it would haunt me for days. Or would
it! This kid's so nice, so cute and perfect, he wasn't
just any guy I was fucking! He was Joey! The smart
little angel that wrote stories, and had had things so
hard.

He's not some guy at a truch stop or something like
that he's the sweet little kid that want's so bad for
me to like him, to meet my aproval cause in his eys,
I'm the pefect man, strong and pussy chasing, but in
my eyes, he's the perfect little guy, and I'm just the
stupid guy who fixes people like his' cars! How could
he not know how good he is? How speacail? I had to
show him!

I kissed him passionatly over and over as I fucked his
ass! I could feel myself about to cum. I warned Joey,
that I needed to pull out, but he said "inside me" so
I jamed my cock as far inside him as it would go and
spued inside his tight ass!

He began to spasm and I could feel his ass gripping my
cock as he spued his sperm all over the place! He had
a little cock, but he sure wasn't running low on
bullets! He fired above his head, on his chest, all
over my bed, everywhere! Finally, we collapsed on to
of eachother in a heep of hot male flesh, satasiffed
and exuasted. I stayed inside him till I feel asleep,
he held me so tight all night long, and even when I
awoke in the moring, he was still holding tight as if
he'd never see me again if he let go.

And so after that, he knew I cared about him, even if
I didn't always show it.  There wasn't much we could
talk about, or bond over, but when his mother left to
vist someone, or even sometimes just went to work for
a few hours, we bonded closer than ever! Eventually he
did get a boy friend, his mother flipped out, but I
helped him, and her through it. And now everything's
more or less normal. Oh, in case you're wondering, yes
me and his mother did make it leagle and got married.
But I never had Joey call me dad or anything like
that. It was different than that.  Maybe it was like
being a father to him, but he never felt like my son,
he felt like something else that I can't even
describe!Even when I had my own son later on, who WAS
strong, was a manly man when he got older, I still
loved my little angel. A father and son havea very
speacal realtionship, and I would not say that Joey
and I had something that was greater, or better than
that, but I know it was on the same level, just in a
different way.


THE END