Date: Tue, 5 Aug 2014 11:55:57 -0400
From: RANDY WIGGINS <rwig@hotmail.com>
Subject: LITTLE ADVENTURES - CHAPTER 5

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LITTLE ADVENTURES – CHAPTER 5:

HARRY'S DIARY


School today sucked. Everybody thinks because I'm smart, I love school;
well, they are wrong. Yeah, I'm good at the class stuff but I HATE phys ed,
lunch and pretty much any time that I am on my own because to the other
kids it's like I have a giant target on my back that says `abuse me, I like
it'.

I've had to wear glasses as long as I can remember and when I turned eight
my dad thought it would be funny if I had glasses that looked like what
that Harry Potter kid wears in the movies. I HATE those stupid movies; I
liked the books okay but that was before everybody decided I looked like
that Harry. Okay, I guess I do, a little bit.

I have a brother named Ryan. He's WAY gay. I'm gay too I guess because I
like having sex with him sometimes. I do NOT like having sex with my dad
even though I have to pretend to. Dad is rough and not very nice to me most
of the time. He knows I'm not really his son like Ryan is. My mom used to
cheat, a lot, so we don't know who my real dad is. Ryan and dad don't think
I know that he isn't my father, they have a lot of false ideas about what I
do and don't know; and they have no real clue who I am, just who they want
me to be.

I love Ryan, don't get me wrong; Ryan is kind of, well... slutty. I don't
think it's his fault though. I think Dad REALLY messed him up when he was
younger and Ryan just developed in the way Dad manipulated him. Yeah,
manipulated; Michael Little is the king of manipulation and lies. He has
always used us to get off or to hook other guys in so he could have sex
with them.

Oh, I don't much like my last name either; Little, stupid name, Dad likes
to say shit like my little this or my little that, he has a twisted sense
of humor and Ryan and I can't stand when he does that joke.  It is WAY old.

I spend a lot of time with my Gram, or I did until we met Greg, which is
fine because Gram is a bitch who thinks anything fun or interesting is a
sin. Boy, would she be shocked if she knew what a freak her own son is!

I'm not really a negative minded kind of guy but today left me depressed
and more than a "little" pissed off. I got the crap kicked out of
me... AGAIN! Everybody thinks that I am a total queer because my brother
is; yeah, like I said before, I guess I am gay too because I like the
things Ryan does with me but I don't like being called that at school or
being beat up once or twice a week. Today was worse because Kent didn't
just beat me up.; Kent raped me in the boy's bathroom after fourth period
math.

He slammed me into the wall when I was taking a piss.  "hey bitch boy," I'm
about to get me some of that faggot ass of yours."  He snatched my pants
down while contusing the gay hate shit in my ear. He reached around and
played with my cock. "Smallish, no wonder you take it in the ass." He said.

I heard his pants hit the floor, then he started pushing his hard cock into
my ass. "I fucked your brother a few times too.  After the first time he
came back begging for more of my monster cock." He took his hard eight
incher in hand and I felt his pushing harder at my resisting hole.

With a hard push he rammed into me while he laughed and called me a fag.

He fucked me for what felt like forever. "You tell anybody and it won't
just be me jammed in your hole boy. It'll be me and three or four friends
taking turns." He pushed in hard again and shot his wad in my ass then
pulled out with my ass making a popping sound when his cock passed the ring
and left my body.

"You're a good fuck kid, I may have to hit that again some day." Kent
pulled the door open and went out of the room leaving me standing there
with my pants at my ankles and my ass dripping blood and cum from his
abuse.

I don't know what I'll tell Ryan or Greg, if I tell them at all. I'm sure
as hell not telling anybody at school; that would just lead to worse
teasing, hitting and hate. EVERYONE loves Kent because he is the perfect
high school jock; sixteen, blond and well built.

I think he picked me because Ryan told him to get fucked last week. Ryan
doesn't have sex with high school boys, not often anyway. Ryan likes men,
thirty or older if possible; I doubt he would reject many under the thirty
but who knows what he gets in to at the library or the mall.

So, why does Ryan like doing me? The answer is that he is brainwashed to
help my dad get sex from whomever; whenever and however he can. I think
Ryan probably needs a shrink because he is never going to be right in the
head or mature about sex. I've read abusers were abused as kids
themselves. I think that is probably true, not always, but often. I know I
will NEVER have sex with a kid regardless of the fact that what went on in
our house would be considered abuse. I like Greg but I know he is an abuser
too, not as bad as my father, but still an abuser. Ryan would disagree; he
has been manipulated by so many guys he actually thinks he loves sex with
men; sometimes I wake up late at night and I can hear him crying in his
bed, I wish I could help him but he would never talk to me about his
feelings, if he even knows what his own feelings really are anymore.

I think when he cries it is because he knows deep down that he has been
nothing but I living, breathing sex toy for men and he hates
himself. Neither Dad nor Greg know that Ryan drinks. Ryan drinks a LOT when
he thinks nobody is watching; and I guess nobody ever really is watching
him, or me. Maybe Greg will turn out to be different; maybe when he has
been around us a longer amount of time he will see the things that are
wrong with Ryan and get him help. He scares me because I don't want him to
get AIDS or something. Me and Ryan are both allergic to latex and he hates
condoms anyway.  Personally, if I ever have sex with anyone besides Dad,
Ryan or Greg it will be because I have latex free condoms. No, Kent didn't
use a condom either and that scares me too. I've heard about how much Kent
likes sex. I doubt anybody would believe the other younger kids like me
that he has raped. I know of four in my homeroom class alone that have been
screwed by Kent and they didn't report him for the same reason I won't
report him. Fear is a powerful motivator. I want him to get caught because
he is really mean and likes hurting people on and off the football
field. Who knows, maybe I will tell Greg some day; I think he may truly
care about us in a fatherly way (not counting the sex, that is).

(2)

"Harry, dinner time," Ryan called from the top of the stairs.

"Coming," I yelled back. I closed my diary and hid it in my bedside book
shelf. Since we moved in with Greg we have our own rooms. Ryan tends to
sleep in Greg's room most nights, or mine. I don't think he likes being in
a bedroom alone; I don't think he likes a lot of stuff he pretends to
like. Now that we live with Greg, I think Ryan may start to become himself,
or find out who he is because right now, I think he believes he is who dad
made him into.

I left my room and closed the door; I always keep my bedroom door closed if
I am in there or not.  I really like having my own room because I don't
have to be anybody besides who I am when I'm in there.

"Hey guys, how was school?" Greg stood by the stove dishing out lasagna
from a tray; I saw the box on the counter so I know he didn't make it
himself. He can cook; I've seen him and helped him do it before.

"Great, how was your day," Ryan asked. He grabbed a large bottle of
Hawaiian Punch from the fridge then looked at me and raised his eyebrows.

"Diet Pepsi please," I answered his unasked question. Ryan and I have our
own way of communicating without having to speak.

Ryan looked at Greg who got the picture. "I'll have a Diet Pepsi also,
please," he said.

"You didn't tell us about your day Harry. Is everything okay?" Greg placed
a plate in front of me as he talked. "You want a salad with that?"

"No sir, thanks anyway," I replied to his second question while deciding
how to answer the first. "It was a school day; that's pretty much it." I
picked up my fork and started eating, hoping Greg would drop the subject.

Greg looked at me but didn't say anything else. He turned to Ryan;
"Homework?"

"Yeah, some. I'll do it after dinner." Ryan went to eating his dinner.

Greg never asked me about homework because he knows I do it when I come in
from school.

"Harry, I can tell something is bothering you, bud. You want to talk after
dinner," Greg asked.

Ryan sat eating and moving his eyes between us.

"Not really, sir." I said.

"I'm here when and if you want to talk, okay," Greg went on.

"Sure, okay." I replied.

"Ryan, I had a call from your match teacher today. She said that you have
been talking in class and not completing assignments." Greg forked his food
and took a bite.

"I hate that bitch.  She's always climbin' up my ass about something." Ryan
tossed his fork onto his empty plate making a loud noise.

"She told me you are smart boy, you just don't apply yourself. I want you
to put in some extra time on math tonight and get your grades up or we are
not going camping over Spring Break, got that?"

Ryan looked at Greg as if he didn't believe what the man was telling
him. Our dad never said anything about grades or much of anything
else. "Yeah, okay," Ryan replied.

"I love you guys and I don't want there to be any reason for Social
Services to look into our lives, not for my sake alone either. I know your
dad was lax about a lot of things but I am not your dad, okay?" He looked
from Ryan to me.

"Yes sir," we said in unison.

"Jinx!" Ryan yelled and laughed.

Greg started laughing with him but I just gave small smile. That was
another of dad's favorite things to do when we said the same thing at the
same time; it's about as dumb as the "little" everything jokes.

"Harry, I think we should have that private conversation. You haven't acted
like yourself since you got home from school."  Greg got all serious so I
knew he meant to get me to tell him what was going on. I seriously
considered telling him and Ryan right then but I knew Ryan would go after
Kent right then and beat the hell out of him.

Ryan might be flamboyant most of the time but I knew fir a fact that he had
taken to spending time in Greg's weight room. He was getting buff and I
think Greg noticed too.

Greg put his fork down and got up from the table coming to me. "Harry, tell
me what happened." He reached up to wipe away tears that I didn't realize I
was crying.

I shook my head, I couldn't tell, Greg might do something that could get us
in way more trouble than Kent would ever get into for what he did.

"Harry," Greg's voice became tight; he didn't get angry often but when he
did... get back!

"Bro, just tell us. Did you get hit at school or something?" Ryan asked.

"Not that, worse." I replied.

Ryan looked and Greg and Greg returned the look. The food was forgotten and
Ryan turned his chair to face me and took both of my hands in his.

"I... I told you that football jock, Kent was harassing me." I took a deep
breath, not sure how to say the words.

"Fuck, he's tried that shit with me too and I told him to fuck off." Ryan
said.

"You got the fuck part right." I bit my lower lip. "Kent raped me in the
boy's bathroom today."

The room was silent for several seconds before Ryan jumped up cussing. "I'm
gonna kill that bastard. I let him fuck me because he said if I didn't he
would do it to you."

"Are you two shitting me?" He knew we weren't, I could tell. He was just
processing what he had heard.

"No," Ryan snapped. It didn't bother me to give him what he wanted; what's
one more dick up my ass, right?'

"Ryan?" Greg began.

"Later, okay," he stated, not asking permission to put off that discussion.

"I don't know what to do boys. If we got to the cops our entire lives could
be destroyed but how can I let this pass without the boy being punished,"
Greg said. He sat on his butt, leaning against a cabinet.

"I'm not the only one he has done this to Greg. He's been raping younger
boys since was thirteen."

"Jesus, what am I supposed to do now," Greg asked then stood and pulled me
up into his arms and I began to really cry.