Date: Tue, 4 Sep 2007 07:11:27 +0000
From: Andy Mitchell <andys_stories@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Life Just Isn't Fair chapter 22

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Previously in Life Just Isn't Fair.

"Ah, it's the kid who has the chance for the Next Directory job.  Good
looking, almost perfect body for being a clothing model.  Name's Harley
something, it's in my notes over there," Harry replied.

I jerked slightly at Harry's description.  I knew a kid called Harley, who
was a cutie.  He was in the year above me, and used to get the mickey taken
out of him for his name, until he befriended Bobby and Jay.  That stopped
all the bullying as no-one messed with Bobby's gang.  Oh, Bobby!  Every
time I think I'm going to get over him, something reminds me of him.  I did
have a sudden thought though and turned to Martin.

"Um, Martin," I started as we were walking to and got in the elevator.
"Why aren't you at school today? I know I'm not because I'm still a
runaway, but if you're all fostered up and everything..."

Martin grinned at me.  "My school knew that I'm a model and occasionally
have to take the odd day off from school to further my career!"

Sam tickled him, "If they only knew how far you were taking IT eh kiddo!"

We all cracked up at the innuendo, and were still giggling when the doors
opened at the reception area.

Sam and Martin both walked past the two people who stood aside for us, but
my eyes were immediately drawn to the teenage boy who was stood next to his
mother, waiting for us to vacate the lift.

The boy glanced at me, and as I put my head down to walk past him, I could
sense him do a double take at me.

"Andy?" the boy said.  "Andy Mitchell?"

I couldn't help but freeze at the sound of his voice.



Chapter Twenty Two.

"Andy, is that you?" the boy asked again.

I turned, dread filling my body.

"Um, hi Harley," I said.  "What you doing here?"

He broke away from his mother and came over to me.

"I'm here for a photo-shoot, why are you here?"

Sam came over.

"Hi there, Harley is it?" Sam interrupted before I could say anything.  "I
see you know my cousin's son here."

I gawped at Sam, then shut my mouth and nodded back at Harley.  "Yeah, um,
I'm visiting for a while because of what happened back home."

Harley's mother introduced herself to Sam, shaking his hand.

"It's nice to know that Andy here had someone to turn too after all of
those horrible things that happened," she said.

Sam just nodded, placing a firm hand on my shoulder, as if to guide me away
as soon as the opportunity rose.

"Well, we won't keep you and Harley from your appointment," Sam said,
turning me slightly as if to leave.

"Hey, you still hear from Bobby?" Harley asked.

I almost cried out in pain as Sam's hand suddenly clenched on my shoulder.

"Um, no not anymore," I replied to Harley.  "He decided to go back home."

I could see confusion on Harley's face.

"His Dad was arrested a couple of days ago, along with a few other men,"
the lad said.  "The police found a load of child porn at their house and
busted his ass."

I started to feel concerned for Bobby, and I knew that Sam sensed it.

"Well, wherever he is, he has our phone number if he needs us," Sam
replied.

With that he turned me around and led me out, happily followed by Martin.
We got into Sam's car and drove off.

"Man that's great news about Bobby's dad," I said.  "He was a bastard."

Martin asked what happened, and I gave him a brief explanation of my
encounter with him.

"Oh man, I know it must have been rough, but hearing some of that has got
me sooooo horny!" Martin laughed.

Sam chuckled as he told Martin that it was okay for him to take care of
himself in the car, just not to stain the seats.  Martin flushed as he told
Sam where to go in no language that a twelve year old should really know!

I looked out the window at the passing crowd, not really taking any notice
of where we were going, until we turned into a quiet cul-de-sac.

"Where are we Sam?" I asked.

Sam looked over his shoulder at me.  "This is my house Andy," Sam said as
he pulled into a large drive way.

As soon as the car stopped, Martin was out of the car and away to the front
door, as if he lived here.  I got out of the car, a bit reluctantly, but
followed Sam into the house anyway.

Sam must have sensed my nervousness and wrapped an arm around me.

"You can't be nervous or scared here Andy," Sam said.  "There's nothing I'm
gonna do to you that compares to what we've already done!"  Sam grinned as
he led me through the hall and into a back room.

I saw Martin stripping naked, and couldn't help but gawp at his perfect
body.  He really was so cute and lithe that I had to get turned on by
looking at him.

"Last one in is a rotten banana!" the youngster said and dashed through a
door.  I heard a splash.

"FUCK ITS COLD!"

Sam and I both made our way to the door and saw a shivering Martin in a not
so hot tub.

"You could've told me you hadn't switched it on Sam," Martin whined.  "Look
at my dick and balls, they've gone north for the winter!" he said standing
up and showing us a shrivelled dick and ball sac.

I giggled, which resulted in me being hit by a shower of cold water
splashed at me by Martin.

"I'll switch it on, and turn the heat up so it warms up quick," Sam said,
disappearing again.

I started to strip off, guessing we were all going to end up in the tub,
when Martin started on me again.

"So who was the cutie at the studio?" he asked me.

I eased myself into the cold water, shivering at the coolness.  "That was
Harley, he was a friend of Bobby's."

"You still have it bad for Bobby dontcha?" Martin quizzed.

"I guess so," I sighed.  "He left me though, but I guess I still love him.
I fancied him for so long that I even loved him after he and his mate raped
me."

Martin drew me into a hug.

"I know what that's like, my friend," he said.  "When my dad found out I
was looking at gay stuff on the net, he totally flipped.  I thought I would
have to leave home.  That night though he came into my room and stripped me
and forced himself up me.  It hurt so bad, but I think I loved it as well."

"You don't have to tell me this if you don't wanna you know," I said to
him.

"I want you to hear this.  I think we are gonna be friends and get to know
each other better, so I want you to know what happened," Martin said.  "I
cried myself to sleep that night.  I wasn't ready for a cock up my ass,
especially the size of my dad's, but he did it anyway.  The next night and
the night after he did it again."

"Where was your Mom?" I asked.

A tear trickled from his eye.  "She died when I was like four or something.
It had just been me and my dad."

"I'm so sorry Martin," I said, taking him into a hug again.

"Well, after a week or so of my old man buggering me, I got used to the
size of him and really started to get off on him fucking me.  I think when
I stopped crying was when he started to bring his friends round to fuck me
as well."

"So if your dad was happy screwing you and letting his mates as well, why
did you think he was gonna kill you?" I asked.  "I mean, my dad was gonna
beat me good just for being gay, he didn't wanna fuck me or anything, just
beat me."

Martin flushed slightly.  "I fell in love with one of his friends, and he
promised to get me out of there and to go live with him.  My dad, I found
out, was making money from selling my ass and didn't want to lose it.  He
beat Tommy real bad and I never saw him again.  That's when he started to
tie me up and not let me go out.  That's when I decided to split when I got
a chance."

"So you left and met up with Sam?" I said.

"Not for a while, I was on the streets for about three months.  Man it was
hard living like that.  I had to wash myself in public toilets and eat
scraps from bins at times.  I knew though that men would pay money to have
sex with me, so I exploited it.  I got to stay in hotels and men's houses
so I could shower and eat properly at times.  Then one night, a man picked
me up and took me to a great house.  He fed me a steak dinner which he
cooked himself, and it was heaven.  I had a bath and let him wash me, we
talked a lot.  I kept trying to do sex with him, but he kept putting it
off, promising me that we would by the end of the night."

I heard a sigh from Martin, and hugged him again as he relived his past.

"He made me feel like a human being again, rather than a sex toy, although
we did have great sex later that night," he said, giggling.

"And the sex was great wasn't it?" Sam said, walking into the conservatory
naked.

Martin turned and grinned at him.  "Oh man was it ever!"

I looked back and forth between the two and could see something that looked
like love, or at least affection, between them.

Sam got in the hot tub next to me, but away from Martin.

"Um don't you want to be next to Martin?" I asked.

Sam put his arm around me and pulled me into him.

"What Martin and I did was nice, but it is history.  Martin now has Harry
and loves him," Sam said.  "I'll admit I'm jealous of Harry, not because
that Martin isn't with me, but that Harry has a gorgeous young man to share
his love with.  That's what I want."

He leaned into me and kissed me on the lips.  I felt his arms moved around
my back and suddenly my arms were around him as we kissed passionately.  It
felt so right to be kissing him.

I don't know how long we were kissing for but we were interrupted
eventually by Martin asking us to get a room, and not to ruin the water
with any bodily expulsions.

Martin got out saying he was off to use Sam's gym equipment, leaving us two
in the tub.  I felt Sam's hands run over my body, stopping at all the right
places.  God I knew I needed to feel him inside me again.

I pulled away from him and wrapped a hand around his cock, which was
already stiff.

"Jeez Andy," Sam gasped.  "Don't be shy eh!"

I giggled before turning serious.  I straddled myself across his body,
facing him and kissed him deeply.  I raised myself up, and with my right
hand gripping Sam's cock underneath me, guided myself back down onto his
dick.

I moaned into Sam's mouth as I felt his mushroom head stretch my pucker as
I struggled not to plunge straight down.

Sam, having caught on to what I was doing, had his arms around me,
supporting my body as I tried to take his cock into me.

Suddenly the head popped through my defence and I let out a gasp of
enjoyment and pain.  It had also taken me slightly by surprise and I lost
my grip and sat down, forcing the whole of Sam's cock straight up into me.

`FUUUCCCCKKK THATTSSS GOOOODD!" Sam gasped.

"OOOWWW FFFUUCCCKKKKKIIITTTTT, that stings," I whimpered out.

Sam looked at me concerned.  "Take your time Andy, get used to it before
going any further."

I felt myself held up by his strong arms, and slowly the pain lessened and
I felt the now familiar feeling of being filled by a man's cock.  I slid
down slowly until I felt myself rest on his lap.  The intensity of the
fullness was like I'd never felt before.  I wrapped my legs around the
man's back and leaned into him, joining my lips with his.

I opened my mouth and allowed his tongue to push past mine, as his arms
worked their way up from my butt, massaging my back until one arm wrapped
around my midriff and the other held the back of my head.

I slowly lifted myself up a few inches and sat back down.  That certainly
felt good to me, and produced a moan from Sam.  I repeated it, and Sam
altered his grip on me to help me piston myself onto his cock.  We keep the
motion going as I felt myself grow in all the right places and Sam's gasps
got quicker.

I suddenly felt him tighten his grip around me, and he took control over my
body as he thrust his hardness into me.  My cock spasmed as I felt the
magic spot inside me get a full exercise and I gripped the life out of Sam
as I shot my load into the water.  My ass spasmed and clenched against
Sam's dick and within moments, I felt a hard thrust into me as Sam sighed.
I could feel the pulsing of his cock as he emptied his juice into me.

We both slumped against the side of the hot tub, my body still wrapped
around his, his now softening cock still up inside me.

"Sam, can't I be the boy you fall in love with?" I whimpered.

He raised his head to look deep into my eyes, before kissing me deeply.

"I already have kiddo," he said. "I already have."

I kissed him again.



A noise broke our concentration, and our embrace.

"Man, you two have been at it for like, an hour or so!" Martin whined.
"I'm getting bored on my own!"

I giggled at the wicked thought that ran through my mind, but decided not
to mention it.  Sam picked my hand out of the water though.

"We're turning into prunes here kiddo," he commented.  "Time to get out!"

Sam hoisted me up, still wrapped around him, but unfortunately his cock had
vacated my ass.  Martin tossed us a towel, and Sam gently dried my body,
paying special attention to all the important places.

"If you don't stop that, I'm gonna make a mess into the towel," I warned
him, which brought a laugh from both of them.

Martin passed me my shorts, which I put on, and with a swat on my ass from
Sam, the two of us headed out into the lounge.

The lounge!  Like Wow!  A massive telly adorned the wall.  It must have
been eighty metres across, well, maybe not eighty, but you get the idea.  A
sky box, dvd, a couple of games machines, stereo, the works, all inform of
a massive leather couch.  I ran and jumped over the back of the coach
landing on the soft cushions.

"Ah man, this feels great!" I sighed.

"Don't get any ideas about going sleep again," Martin said.  "You're taking
me on at FIFA 07, and I'm gonna whup your ass.  Sam is crap at it, although
he spends more time looking at me than the screen," he giggled.  He booted
up the game and handed me a controller.

"Well, no fears of me doing that," I ribbed him.  "I think you're ugly so
I'll have my full concentration on the screen!"

I kicked off and while Martin was still coming to terms with my insult to
his beauty, I quickly scored a goal past his keeper.

"Not fair!" he pouted.  "Sam, make him play air and ogle at me while I beat
him!"

"Sorry kiddo," Sam laughed.  "I'm on Andy's side for this one.  You beat me
so badly all the while, it will do you good to lose one!"

We all laughed but soon the two of us were quiet, concentrating on the
game.  Mike had never been much cop at football games on the PS2, so I
always beat him.  Martin though obviously had had a lot of practice and it
was a tight game.  In the last minute though I scored a winner and was up
celebrating, running round the room going crazy when the doorbell rang.

"Get that will one of ya," Sam shouted from the kitchen, where he'd
disappeared during the game to make something to eat.

 Martin was sulking, having lost the game, so I shrugged and wandered to
the front door and opened it.

If I could have filled my shorts from fear, I would have.



End of chapter

Well here sees another chapter draw to an end, who is it that has come to
the door??

What a second, ouch! Leave me alone!! No don't hit me!

Oh okay then, I won't leave you hanging just here!!!

"Get that will one of ya," Sam shouted from the kitchen, where he'd
disappeared during the game to make something to eat.

 Martin was sulking, having lost the game, so I shrugged and wandered to
the front door and opened it.

If I could have filled my shorts from fear, I would have.  There stood in
front of me was a policeman, dressed in full uniform, with another man
behind him dressed in a smart suit, and a lady in a dress suit.

"Is Sam around son?" the policeman asked.

"Um, who are you and what do you want with Sam?" I asked defensively.

"Don't worry, he's not in any trouble," the uniformed officer said.

The suited man behind him chuckled.

"That's just making him feel even worse Fred!" he said.  "Andy isn't it?"
he asked.

I just nodded, dumbly, wondering who these men were and how they knew my
name.

"My name is Eric Puttnam, and I'm Sam's lawyer," he told with a smile.
"we're here to help Sam take care of you."

Eric shook my hand, and walked past me into the front room, only to be
ambushed by a screaming Martin, who had jumped him and was covering his
face with kisses.

I relaxed, seeing that Martin was so accepting of him.  I looked back up at
the policeman.

"Guess you're wondering why we're here as well eh?" the man said.

"Uh-huh," I nodded.

"I'm an officer that deals with runaways, and helps recommend to the social
where they could or should stay," he said.  "Let's just say that I've had a
few dealings with the kids that Sam and his friends have picked up, and
normally my advice is for them to stay where Sam wants them to.  This lady
is Tess White, who is the local social team leader in charge of this area."

He put an arm around my shoulder and walked me into the lounge, just as Sam
was coming out of the kitchen with a tray ladened down with food.  He put
it on the coffee table before shaking hands with Eric and the policeman.

"Eric, Jamie, Tess, I'm grateful you could make it at such short notice,"
Sam said.

We all sat down, me in Sam's lap, needing to feel his strength as security.

"Okay, Andy," Eric started.  "Let me see if I have the facts right from
what Sam has told me."

I glanced up at Sam, wondering when he'd had time to speak to Eric, but he
just guided my face and gaze back to Eric.

"You were fostered by the Mitchells at the age of three months, and seemed
to be doing well until they had an unexpected baby son, about a year or so
ago.  Then they started treating you like a burden, and when your foster
father discovered you were gay, he threw you out."  Eric said in a
monotone.

The pain of what had happened suddenly hit me again, and tears ran down my
face.  Sam hugged me into him.

"You were then abused by your neighbour, were raped by some kids at school
and went to stay at a teacher's house, who turned out to be gay as well."

"Mr H never tried anything with me though," I shouted out, defending my
teacher.  "I tried it on with his boyfriend but he didn't want me, and I
knew I'd screwed it up so I ran."

"And you ran straight into the arms of one Kelvin Gardiner, a man currently
under arrest for running one of the largest child sex abuse websites in
Britain." Eric continued coldly.

"Um, well it wasn't quite like..." I tried to reply.

"Shush," Martin whispered to me, having come to sit beside me.

"Once you escaped from his vile clutches, you travelled to London, and
faced with trying to live off the streets, you found refuge in the house of
one Janice Gilman."  Eric finished.  "Are you happy staying there for the
time being?"

I nodded.  "Yeah, Jan is really great and is looking after me well good.  I
love being around Danny and Oli as well, as they're cool, it's like having
brothers," I said.

"Sam," Tess started, "I know you are Jan Gilman's brother in law, and that
you support her financially as well as with being there for her sons.  Are
you willing to help take on the additional help needed if we sign off Jan's
request to take in Andy as well?"

"I am," Sam said simply.

Tess pulled out some papers from a briefcase and scribbled her name on some
dotted lines, next to some other signatures, handing a copy of each to
Eric.

"Well Andy, this is a temporary custody order naming Jan as your foster
mother.  You are to stay with her until we sort out all of your background
and decide what is best for you." Tess said.

I riled slightly at that comment.

"Don't I get a choice in what's best for me!" I nearly yelled, shocking
Tess, and the others.

Eric started to chuckle.

"What's so funny Eric?" Tess exclaimed.

"I think our little cub here has a bit more bite than some people may give
him credit for," Eric explained.  "Andy, when we say we will sort out
what's best for you, I will fight to get your opinion taken into
consideration.  That's my job, and I'm very good at it!"

"Oh," I said, feeling a bit embarrassed.  "Sorry Miss Tess, I didn't
understand."

"That's okay Andy," she said.  "I know it's hard when you're forced to
leave home."

Sam showed Tess and Jamie out leaving Eric behind.

"Well you were right Sammy, this one's a definite keeper!" Eric said.

I felt almost like a piece of meat under Eric's gaze, before Sam hugged me,
reminding me I was safe with him.

"Pull this one off Eric, and you will be well rewarded for it," Sam said.

"Have I ever let you down?" Eric replied, as he picked up his papers and
put them into his briefcase, before leaving.

"Welcome to the family nephew!" Sam said.

I couldn't help it, but I burst into tears and ran upstairs and collapsed
onto a bed.

Truly the end of the chapter.

That seems like a better place to finish it doesn't it!  So, Sam has
wangled it to keep Andy at Jan's.  Didn't take him long did it, so I've a
feeling some money must have passed hands.  However, Sam does seem to have
Andy's best interests at heart, and Martin loves and trusts both Sam and
Harry, so they cant be that bad can they?!?