Date: Mon, 12 Mar 2007 13:18:36 +0000
From: Andy Mitchell <andys_stories@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: life just isn't fair chapter seven

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1. If you are under the legal age to read this, you shouldn't do it.  But
then again I'm not your parents or guardian so I can't tell you what to do.
2. If reading this is illegal where you live, that just sucks big time.
Either move or vote for someone to change the laws.
3. If a story about an underage teenage boy getting involved in gay sex with
boys his own age, slightly older, or with men, makes you feel uncomfortable
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Please note: - I do not know how the British social services actually work,
or their rules and regulations so I've made it up!!

Previously in Life Just Isn't Fair
"Andy," Mr Henderson whispered.  "I promise I'll sort this out for you.
Don't worry about what you said.  I know how you feel."
I looked up at him and several pennies dropped all at once.  Not married,
avoids any banter with the girls, is always around after training in the
locker room finding something to talk to us about while we get showered and
changed.
"You're gay as well?" I gasped out.
"Shush, we can't talk about it here."  He got up and pulled me to his feet.
"Let's go back to the office and we can talk later."
We slowly ambled back to the office block.
"Andy, are you okay with stopping at Mr Giles's?  I know he hasn't got a lot
of room."
"Yeah, the Giles are real nice and I get on with Johnny, but I dunno about
sharing a bed with him.  I might do something I'd regret, and after what me
and Mr Giles did this morning....shit.." my brain clicked back into gear to
shut my mouth up.
Mr Henderson stopped and looked at me.
"Andy, I've known Mr Giles for a while, and while I think he wouldn't have
forced you I need to ask."
"No he didn't.  I had a piss hard-on and couldn't deal with it.  Um, he
did." I mumbled out.
He looked at me for a few moments before seemingly making his mind up about
something.
"Let's go back to the office." He said.
We wandered back to the office to see Mr Giles and Mr Peters sat back down,
along with a third face, a kindly looking man who looked to be in his
fifties, but hey, I'm thirteen and rubbish with ages.
"He's got over his little panic attack," Mr Henderson said as he guided me
back to a seat.
"Andy," Mr Peters said, "this is Frank Green.  He's the local social worker
who is assigned to the schools."
I nervously took his hand in a shake and looked at the man who would
obviously have a big say in what happens to me next.
He pulled open a file that had my name on it.
"Now then young man," he started, "I've had my eye on you for some time."

Chapter Seven
Where Do I Go From Here?

"Huh?" I muttered nervously, looking up at Frank.
He opened the file and rifled through what looked like a hell of a lot of
reports.  I spotted hospital records and even a couple of papers with the
police letter heads.
"Andy, I'm so sorry we didn't get to you before this happened," Frank
started.  "We'd received several complaints about the abuse that you have
been receiving from your parents, but with no actual evidence there was
little we could do."
"That's okay Mr Green," I said.
"Call me Frank please Andy," he interrupted.  "My dad is Mr Green!  Although
I am in authority, I'm here to help you Andy, so I want us to be friends
okay?"
I looked at him, my brain working overtime to decide if I could trust him
and like him.  He looked at the other three men and asked them to leave,
stating that we needed to talk in private.  As they left, Mr Henderson
whispered something to Frank, who looked at him carefully and nodded.  He
returned to a seat beside me, rather than behind the desk.  I guess this was
his way of showing me he was `on my side'.  He handed me a can of coke and
popped the top of a diet coke for himself, making some comment about his
weight.
"Now Andy, Mr Peters and Mr Giles have told me a bit of what's been
happening but I'd like to ask you a few questions.  There are no right or
wrong answers, this isn't a test okay."
I nodded back at him, wondering what had been said and what he wanted to
know.  He looked down at his file and pulled out a few pages.
"A couple of years ago, you were taken to the A&E after you tripped down the
stairs.  You had a couple of broken ribs and a badly bruised back.  The
doctor reported that your father, mother and you all told different stories
of how it happened.  You didn't trip did you Andy?  Remember, you can't get
in any trouble with what you tell me.  I'm going to help you and make sure
you are never hurt again okay."
I looked at him and saw the concern and compassion in his eyes and decided
there and then to tell him everything and anything he wanted to know.  I
told him how I'd snuck into the nursery to have a look at my brand new
brother and he'd woken up.  My Mom had flipped because he'd only just gone
to sleep and my Dad had slapped me about.  I fell against the stair rail and
tumbled down the stairs, and because I was struggling to breathe, my parents
had to take me to the hospital.  I had been threatened to say that I was
messing around and had tripped down the stairs.  I also told Frank how I
never seemed to be able to please my Dad, was regularly punished by him for
the most insignificant offences, and how it had gotten worse since Pete had
been born.
"Well, you do realise that probably is due to the fact that they finally had
a son of their own?" Frank asked, dropping the biggest of all bombshells
onto me.
I dropped the can of coke that I was holding and started at him in shock.
"Wha?" I stammered out.
Frank noticed my reaction immediately and looked back down at his notes.
"Oh boy!" he said. "The file says that you knew.  Obviously not."
"Knew what Frank?" I demanded starting to get up out of my chair.  He put
his hand on my shoulder and gently pushed me back down.
"You're adopted Andy.  The Mitchells adopted you when you were three months
old."
My brain went into meltdown and I started to hyper-ventilate. Frank knelt
down in front of me to look into my eyes.
"Breathe slowly Andy," he said trying to ease my panic attack.  "Look at me
Andy, concentrate on my voice."  He continued to speak to me for the next
few minutes until I got myself together and the glazed look in my eyes faded
back to the normal sharp look that I'm told I have.  A reality then hit me
and I tried to fight back tears.
"So my real parents didn't want me, and now nor do Mom or Dad?" I sobbed
out.  "Why does everyone think I'm worthless?"
Frank pulled me into a hug.
"Not everyone thinks that Andy," he said.  "In fact, I'd say that most think
you are worth something.  Like the Giles's who took you in last night, like
your friend Mike who contacted us on a few occasions about your Dad,"
"HE"S NOT MY DAD!" I yelled, as another truth crashed into my thinking.  I
owed him for helping to raise me so far, but that was it.  I didn't owe him
my love!
"Andy, I didn't expect this news to come as a shock to you, but you are
going to have to deal with it.  I can arrange for someone to talk to you
about it if you want to, I've known it to help kids in a similar situation."
"I'll be fine Frank.  Now I know why I never seemed to be perfect for him, I
can stop worrying about it."
"Good for you Andy," Frank said.  "I think it's fairly obvious that I'm not
going to allow you to return to them.  Your pal Mike was, unfortunately,
written off as a boy making up stories as there wasn't any true
corroborating evidence to back him up.  I now see that everything he
reported was true.  I'm more than willing to start proceedings against them
for child abuse if you would like me too."
Vengeful thoughts ran through my mind, but then Pete's face came into my
head.  I shook my head.
"I may not have been everything they wanted, but Pete is.  I don't want him
to not have his parents.  If they agree to let me get all my stuff, and
never see me again, then I'll drop it."
I could see that Frank was disappointed in my decision, but he accepted it.
"Okay then, we've got to decide what to do with you now.  Mr Giles has said
he is more than willing to take you in short term until things are sorted
properly.  I would suggest that you take him up on his offer as he can offer
you a stable family unit, although he has limited space in his house.  On
the other hand, your teacher Mr Henderson has also offered to take you in.
Mr Peters has vouched for both, so I would have no qualms about signing a
temporary custody order for either.  The courts would have to decide
ultimately where you stay, but I want to keep you out of going into a home."
"I'm not going into a home!" I shot back.  "Would Mr H have a chance of
being able to keep me for more than a few days if he wanted to?"
"It is unusual for a single man to be awarded custody of a child, but with
the chronic shortage of foster parents, and his good standing in the
community, I'm sure that a lot of people would back him IF, and it's a big
if, he decided to make this anything other than a temporary placement."
I thought for a few moments.  I had the chance of going and staying with my
favourite teacher, a man who had always looked out for me and who I had just
found out also happened to be gay.  On the other hand, I could stay with the
Giles' and enjoy a traditional family lifestyle, with the added bonus that
Tim wanted to help me explore my sexuality.  Remembering the encounter in
the bathroom this morning awoke my feelings, amongst other things, and to my
utter embarrassment I felt myself pop a boner.  I shifted uncomfortably in
my chair to hide my arousal from Frank, who was alternating between studying
my face and his notes in his file.  I took a deep breath as I made my
decision.
"If he'll have me, I'll go and stay with Mr Henderson."
Frank's face broke into a smile.
"Good choice I think Andy," he said. "I know he cares a great deal for you.
I didn't want to say anything before as it may have influenced you, but he
has also been supplying me with information about your situation.  He was
getting more and more concerned about you."
Frank got up and called the men back into the office and explained my
decision to them.  Mr Giles looked a bit crestfallen when he was told.
"Mr Giles, I really appreciate what you've done for me, but with the space
issue, I think it's best for me to go with Mr Henderson.  I will still come
round and visit though."  I said trying to cheer him up, thinking to myself
that I wasn't really ready to give up the affection and attention he'd shown
me.  I definitely wanted to try some further sex things with him if he still
wanted to.
"I'll bring Andy round to pick up his things after school Tim," Mr Henderson
said.
Mr Giles agreed a time and, after grabbing me into a big bear hug, left the
school.
"Okay Andy," Mr Peters said, "time for you to go back to lessons.  Meet Mr
Henderson here after the last lesson and he'll take you to get your things
and then take you home."
"Thanks sir," I said to Mr Peter.  I looked at Mr Henderson and didn't know
what to say.
"It's okay Andy," Mr H said, reading my mind, "we'll talk later."
I said my goodbyes to Frank and wandered off in a daze back to class.  I
looked at my watch.  10.30am.  Uuuhhh Biology!  Talk about every silver
lining having a cloud.  I had a most of a double period with Mrs Phillips.
I opened the door, apologised to the old witch for being late and took a
seat next to Mike, who immediately started quizzing me.  He was soon
silenced with the threat of a detention slip.  I thought the lesson would
drag horribly but it seems that Mr Peters must have told my teachers some of
what had happened as she was actually nice to me, ignoring some of my more
stupid mistakes.  The bell went signalling lunch and as everyone made a mad
dash for the door, Mrs Phillips called me back.
"Mitchell," she called, motioning me to sit down at the chair in front of
her desk.  "Andrew, I know we've had our differences in the past, and while
I'm not one to forgive and forget, I just want you to know that I know some
of what you must be going through.  I was given up for adoption by my birth
mother when I was five, and spent the rest of my childhood being passed from
foster family to foster family."  She laid a soft hand on my shoulder.  "I
know how hard it can be to live in the social care system, so if you ever
want to talk about anything, you can come to me."
I stared at her, not believing what I was hearing.  The old battleaxe, my
arch-nemesis, offering me comfort and support.
"Um, sure Mrs Phillips, I'll think about."
She motioned for me to go, so I grabbed my bag and darted out through the
door, where I ran straight into a tall blonde figure.  I looked up and saw
Bobby Gardiner looking down at me, with a nasty expression on his face.
He grabbed me roughly and pushed me into a cloakroom, where I saw Jason
waiting with a couple of other fifth year lads that I didn't recognise.
"What the fuck have you told Peters?" Bobby demanded, grabbing me round the
throat and slamming me against the wall.
"Nothing," I gasped out.
"Why were you in his office then, with that old fart from the social?"
"My dad beat me up last night and my neighbour took me in.  That was him in
with me.  I'm going into foster care," I squeaked out.
"He's lying Bobby," one of the other guys said.  "That Frank has been after
you for ages, wanting to get you away from your old man and the gang."
Bobby spun and his fist connected with the short brown haired lad, putting
him on his back.
"NEVER TALK ABOUT THE GANG IN FRONT OF ANYONE!" Bobby snarled.
I took the opportunity of his relaxed grip to try to pull free, but he felt
my attempt and tightened his grip on me.  He pulled me to him and looked me
in the eyes.
"You were supposed to meet me ten minutes ago.  You must face the
consequences of your failure."
He landed a sharp punch into my stomach and I doubled up in pain, gasping
for air.  He released me and I sank to my knees, holding my stomach,
stifling the tears that wanted to come.  Bobby grabbed my hair and twisted
my face to look up at him.
"I know that you liked it yesterday fag boy, so you want to go again?"
He pulled my face into his crotch and held it there while he gyrated his
hips, thrusting into me.  The other lads were laughing at the display as I
struggled to free myself.
"Jamie, hold him," he said to one of the lads, who moved behind me and
grabbed me from behind, holding me still.
I had a premonition of what was about to occur, and confirming my thoughts,
Bobby unzipped himself and fished out his cock.  He slapped my cheeks with
it before telling me to open up and take him.  I tried to struggle against
the lad called Jamie, but a sharp jab into my ribs told me that was a no no.
  I opened my mouth and took the cock of the boy I had loved.  Bobby grabbed
my head and thrust into me with a groan.  I felt him hit the back of my
throat, and remembering what Tim had told me earlier, breathed through my
nose to allow him into my throat.  I gobbled him in and concentrated on
giving him the best blow job I could manage from the position I was in.  I
felt myself growing hard as he thrust in and out of my lips, until he
shuddered and shot forth his cum into my mouth.  I swallowed as quickly as I
could, not wanting to spill any for two reasons, one it would make a mess of
my clothes, and the other, this was the boy I had idolised giving me his
love juice.
Bobby gave a small squeak as his last shot dribbled out and he pulled his
wilting dick out of my mouth.  His glazed look told me I'd done a decent
job, and thought that I may get away with just that until he motioned to Jay
to step forward.
My mind went into overdrive as two sides of my brain clashed.  There was the
dominant side that told me I was worthless, and deserved to be treated as
such, was forcing me to stay on my knees and take everything that was thrown
at me.  However, a new voice came into my head.  It was an amalgam of Frank,
telling me I was worth something, Mr Giles showing me that my dad was a
worthless influence on me, Mr H wanting to take me in and always sticking up
for me, and even Mrs Phillips coming onto my side.  Jay unzipped and forced
his huge cock into my mouth.  He grabbed my head and tried to force it
further into me, when the previously worthlessness of my personality gave
way to one who knew people gave a shit about me.
I did something which I was not proud off, and I'm sure should never be
repeated anywhere.  I bit down as hard as I could.  Amid a high pitch
scream, a felt a sticky liquid in my mouth and tasted blood.
'I've bit his dick off' ran through my mind, but he yanked away from me,
taking his dick with him.  Jay doubled up on the floor, as Bobby stared at
him.
Jamie released his grip on me in shock, and I spun on my knees and drove a
fist into his nuts.  He crumpled to the ground, and I sprung to my feet and
ran, avoiding the lunge of the fourth lad.  I sprinted away and down the
corridor, running into my home room.  There was no-one in the room, and I
collapsed to the floor, behind Mr Henderson's desk, pulling my knees up into
a hug.
I've no idea how long I was sat there, but eventually I heard students
coming into the room for the afternoon register.  I got myself to my feet
and took my seat, still shaking from the experience.  Mike came in and sat
next to me and immediately noticed something wrong.
"Andy, what's happened?"
I shook my head, not wanting to talk, and Mike knew me well enough to leave
it.
Mr Henderson walked in and looked for me on his entry.  He saw me withdrawn
into myself and started towards me, but Mike made a gesture to stop him.  He
read through the messages for the afternoon, before shooing everyone off to
their classes leaving Mike and myself seated.
"Andy, talk to me please," Mike begged, hugging me.
"I can't take this anymore," I sobbed, and grabbed my bag and ran from the
room.
I distantly heard Mike and Mr Henderson yelling for me to stop, but I just
ran.
And I ran.
My Mom and Dad didn't want me.

And I ran.
I hit a corridor door and burst through it.
My real Mom and Dad didn't want me either.

And I ran.
I crashed through the main entrance of the school and out through the
playground.
Bobby never loved me, he just wanted a fuck toy for him and his friends.

And I ran.
Did Mr Giles really like me, or did he just want to have my body for him to
abuse?

And I ran.
Again I heard voices yelling at me to stop, but I didn't want to.  I could
go away, where people didn't know me, where people wouldn't just want to use
me.

And I ran.
I heard a woman's scream which jolted me back to reality.  I stopped and
looked around.  I was stood in the middle of the high street, my shirt out
of my trousers, panting and soaked in sweat.  I must have looked a right
state.  I snickered to myself and heard what sounded like a horn. I looked
in the direction of the noise and saw a lorry, a fucking big lorry, skidding
towards me, the driver struggling with the controls.
I looked back at the noise of the woman screaming, and my eyes locked on her
in a silent plea as I realised I was going to get hurt, really hurt.
I felt an impact on my side and my head hit the road, stunning me.  More
screams.  My vision started to fade and it went quiet.  I couldn't move and
it felt like there was a heavy weight on my body.

Blackness crept up on me and lasted a long time.

I floated in the darkness, but then I saw a blinding light, and a sweet
voice calling me to it.


Coming Soon?
Chapter Eight?
Untitled?

Hey everyone.  I'm back a lot quicker than I thought I'd be.  As I said in
chapter six, I got a bit bogged down and had lost where I wanted to go, but
I got back on track.  At least we know now why Andy's `parents' didn't treat
him so good.  Just as things seemed to be sorting themselves out, Bobby pops
back up and then there is Andy's flight from everything that has crashed
onto him.  Talking of which, he's down in the middle of the road.  I truly
hope the lorry didn't hit him because I can't see how a lad of 13 can
survive that!!