Date: Fri, 31 Jul 2015 08:36:01 +0100
From: honey_im_back@hushmail.com
Subject: Sascha Chapter 1 A Happy Meal

Sascha
Part 1 A Happy Meal!

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Part 1 A Happy Meal!

Sometimes things just happen. We have no control, strangers come into our
lives and everything gets uprooted.

I was feeling sorry for myself, it had been over a month, I had buried the
man who took me from a life as an abused boy whore, to a career in IT. He
had taken me in, cleaned me up, both from my life on the streets and my
dependency on drugs. The first time we met he took me home and said he
wanted me to bathe. Some men did, some just wanted me to bend over and take
it up my abused, pre-teen ass. While I bathed he had prepared some food,
'bangers and mash' a simple, but effective, way to a boys heart! All those
years later I shocked many of the mourners when, at the wake, I had
'bangers and mash' served. Many of the mourners thought it a crude joke on
my part, the boys he had rescued knew otherwise! After my bath I wrapped
the towel he had left for me around my waist and went looking for him, to
ask what he had done with my clothes.

He guided me to a spare bedroom and opened a wardrobe; "Here, I always keep
some spare things for moments like this!" he told me as he put jeans,
underwear and some tops on the bed, "Tops I can offer in Man United,
Liverpool and Arsenal, or just plain if you prefer?"

I remember asking for the Liverpool top, and he commented that I made a
good choice! As I turned to dress he saw the bruises and welts on my back.

"Who did this to you?" he asked, gently rubbing his fingers along the scar
tissue.

I knew better than to tell, the last man who had shown an interest wanted
to re-enact how I got them, 'just to be sure I was telling the truth'. I
told him it was nothing, and said that if he wanted to take payment for the
food and clothes, I'd get out of his way. His initial reaction almost
scared me, he grabbed my shoulders and looked me right in my eyes; "You
will NEVER have to 'pay' me for anything I do for you. You can stay as long
as you want, all I ask is that you tell me before you go out, and you don't
bring anyone else back here!"

Long story short, he fed me, clothed me, got some papers for me, sent me to
school, got me through University and set me up in business. In that time
boys came (in more ways than one) and went. Many were helped on their way,
one or two simply abused his trust and generosity. There were a couple of
brushes with the authorities but he got through them.

So here I am, my lover, mentor and only true friend is dead and gone. I
reached for a bottle of single malt and as I tried to open it I heard
him. "Put that muck back in the cupboard, you need to go out, and not to
that ponsey gay club you go to, go and have a burger!"

I dropped the bottle, luckily it landed on carpet and rolled away! I sat
for a moment and thought, then I picked up the smell of burger and fresh
fries. Shaking my head I said to the empty room; "I must be losing it, no
way can I smell burgers and fries up here!"

Just then my TV sprang to life and an advert for Mc Donalds was running,
the yellow M logo on the red background and the jingle 'I'm loving it' this
was followed by an advert for a charity begging for cash to help needy
homeless kids, then the TV switched off again! To say I almost crapped
myself is putting it mildly.

I grabbed my jacket and rushed out of the apartment, jumped into my Skoda
Octavia (yeah I know, not the coolest car on the roads, the leasing deal
was cheap, and it was less likely to get 'jacked' than an Audi or a
Beemer!) and set off for the town centre Mc Donalds!

I ordered the special, a Smokey Joe it was called or something like that,
and sat where I could see the kids who were eating, some with adults and
some just alone, or with other kids. I watched some eye candy fooling
around, and resisted the temptation to follow one when he went to the
toilets.

One group of boys, about 12 or 13 year olds were very loud and to be honest
obnoxious! A family sitting nearby moved away to another part of the
restaurant when they started throwing fries around. I was about to get up
and go when a lone boy, about 10 or 11 walked in, he looked around
nervously and the loud mouthed group of brats noticed him.

"Hey pig boy, they don't serve animals in here, get out before you stink
the place up!"

He looked as if he was going to burst into tears and I heard one of the
nasty kids asking the others who that was.

"That's stinky Slobowsky, his name is Sascha and his mom is a whore!" one
of them said in a loud voice.

Sascha had just ordered a kids meal but when he heard the comments he ran
for the door, crying. On the way out he bumped into a lady who was carrying
a cup of coffee which spilled all over him, much to the amusement of the
other kids.

I went to the counter, paid for the kids meal and followed him outside. He
was running down the street and I could hear him sobbing as he went.

"Sascha! Sascha!" I called, "you forgot your food!"

The boy stopped and turned so I held up the meal box for him to see. He
seemed to hesitate so I hurried towards him.

"How you know my name?" he asked in broken English as he took the food from
me.

"I heard the nasty kids talking, by the way, I know you are not meant to
talk to strangers so I'm John, John Sergent" I told him and pulled out one
of my business cards to show him.

"Thanks Mr Sergent" he said and offered me the money for his meal.

"Sascha my name is John, and you keep the money, my treat!"

"Thanks John, what I have to do for you?"

Deja-vu hit me, I'd been there myself; "3 things Sascha" I replied, and his
face fell, "first, eat up and enjoy your burger, second let me get you some
more to eat, since you seem to be dying of starvation here!" I joked with a
big theatrical wink "and third, tell me what's going on with you, oh and
lastly, let me help you. Do we have a deal?"

"What time is it?" he asked me

"It's..... 8pm" I said after checking my phone "What time do you need to be
home?"

"Fuck, I've missed bed hand out at the hostel..." he started, and then hung
his head having told me all I needed to know.

 "You're staying at the homeless shelter?" I asked, "what about your mum?"

"She was with man one day last week, and she didn't wake up when I get home
from school."

"Didn't you call anyone?" I asked, putting my arm round him, and almost
gagging at the smell.

"Last time Mum overdosed the cops kept me in a cell for 3 days before
children's services found me a place. The cops took it in turns to fuck me,
and made me suck everyone there, including the drunks in the other
cells. One cop told me it was work experience for me, as I'm bound to grow
up a boy whore!"

"And child services?" I asked, knowing the answer already.

"They took me to St Josephs. The priests made me strip and fucked me as
they showered me, then I left naked tied to a bed in a dorm room, all the
other kids must fuck me, while one of the priests filmed it. Priests made
me thank each one after he fuck me. This was proof that I'm boy slut, and
if I told anyone no one believes me that I was forced!"

By this point we were both sobbing.

Despite his overpowering smell I escorted him to my car and put a rug on
the back seat. "Do you have any other things?" I asked

"Things, what things?" he wanted to know.

"your clothes, belongings, school things?" I explained.

"I wear all my clothes, nothing else, stopped going to school because the
teachers told me not to come back, because I stink!"

"Do you trust me?" I asked the frightened little orphan.

"I think so" he said hesitantly.

"I'm going to an all-night store to get you some things to wear. How old
are you?" I asked, wanting to know for the size.

"I 14" he told me but it was clear that his clothes size was smaller than
that.

I drove to Tesco and left him in the car while I did some clothes shopping,
as well as getting a pile of junk food to pack in the fridge.

I returned to an empty car with bags full of food as well as jeans, t
shirts and a seven pack of boys underwear and a pack of socks. I put the
bags into the car and then noticed a Police patrol car cruising the car
park, shinning torches around.

I leant against the car and lit a cigarette as the patrol car drove up the
parking row where I was.

"Evening Officer!" I called as they passed me.

"Good evening Sir! We had a report of some homeless kids trying to break
into cars here, have you seen anyone?"

"Sorry no, just my Nephew from the Ukraine, he's inside using the loo!" I
replied.

"OK sir, please keep your eyes open, and don't leave anything of value in
the car, we are having break ins every night now!" the cop said as they
moved on down the row of cars.

Once the cops were gone I called softly "Sascha! Sascha! It's all clear
now, they've gone!"

I jumped as Sascha crawled out from under my car; "I am not from Ukraine, I
from Slovenia" he told me.

"Sorry I had to tell them something in case they found you and you spoke,
they would have known from your accent that you are not from here!" I told
him as I helped him into the car.

On the short drive back to my apartment I said nothing, and a quick check
in the mirror told me that the exhausted boy had fallen into a deep sleep.

Once I had parked up I gently shook the boy to wake him, earning me a non
too gentle punch in the jaw and a cry of "Pusti me pri miru , da ne moreš
imeti moje stvari!" then he realised what he had done and burst into tears.

"It's OK my Sascha, I frightened you, it was my fault! Can you help me
carry the shopping into the house please?" I soothed him.

We grabbed the shopping bags and went up to my apartment. Having dumped all
the bags in the kitchen I led him to the bathroom and asked, "Shower or
bath?"

"Shower please!" came his reply.

I gave him a wash cloth and the childrens shampoo and body wash that I had
bought in the supermarket and, as he stripped off his filthy rags I set up
the temperature on the shower.

"John?" he asked.

"Yes Sascha"

"John, er would you mind helping me wash?" he begged looking at me with the
classic puppy dog eyes.

"It would mean that I would have to take my things off too"

"Yeah!" he grinned.

"Look Sascha, I'm happy to help you, but please don't think that you have
to do anything with me" I said, as I started to remove my clothes.

"How 'bout if I wanting to?" he smirked, staring unashamedly at my junk as
I folded my clothes.

As I climbed into the large walk in shower he reached forwards and ran his
hand over my clean shaven body.

"Why you have no hairs?" he asked me as I started to chub up.

"I like the feel of being shaved, and my lover used to say it made me look
like a boy again."

"Used to say? Is he..." he choked up

"Yes he has been gone a while" I said, with a tear in my eye.

Sascha reached out and pulled me to him, a 14 year old boy, comforting a
grown man!