Date: Sat, 13 Dec 2003 11:14:34 +0100 From: Pok Bepxtep <pok.bepxtep@lycos.nl> Subject: Taken for Granted 4 TAKEN FOR GRANTED written by Pok Bepxtep E-mail me if you liked the story. I can be found at pok.bepxtep@lycos.nl This story will most likely contain some provocative contents about a loving and later on sexual relationship between a young boy and a man. If you find those things offensive, then don't read them... But I don't think you do, cause you wouldn't have bothered checking out nifty's adult-youth section. I'd like to that the people writing me with their supportive words. I'm sorry for dragging this fourth chapter for so long, but I've been pretty busy, lately. It's here, now, and I'll try to write a bit faster from now on. Greetings Pok Bepxtep ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 4: Memories Martin sat home in front of the tv, staring blankly at the screen. Inside, he felt a mixture of disbelief and confusion. Is it possible? Could there be another boy like William? No, that's plain wishful thinking. There's no one who could compete with the boy he once loved. But still, the feelings he got when he first laid eyes on the child in the bowling alley were exactly the same as those he had when he'd first met William. He could still remember how the boy looked. Spiked blond hair, standing on a handsome but seemingly worried face. He had a funny little snub nose and a small mouth. The boy was dressed in a hooded marroon sweather with some cartoon drawing printed on it and a pair of blue jeans that seemed to be a tad bit too tight for him. Martin immediately saw the brightness of the boy when he'd first made eye contact. The boy'd seemingly been confused about the way Martin acted then. And Martin admitted right away that the boy's look clearly had a strange effect on him. Seeing him pondering about why Martin had acted so awkwardly and also afterwards, when Martin had watched him bowling from a distance. The boy seemed to enjoy himself, even if he were all alone. Martin had then took all his courage. He'd sat down right where the boy had been while he himself was playing a few games. He thought for a second that he might address the boy and maybe get to know him. But as soon as the boy had spotted him again, Martin had remembered his friendship with William. And especially the sadness after William had gone out of his life made him feel so down he'd started weeping like a child. Now, at home, Martin was reminiscing about that last day and night with William. There was a box with photos and letters and all kinds of worthless stuff. Every item in that box represented William and Martin's friendship with him. They all reminded him of all the special moments they'd had together, from their first evening out to the movies to the first night they'd made love together. William had told Martin about him moving to Florida with his grandfather. Jack Swinton had finally decided to retire and sell the book shop to take care of William and to enjoy his old day. The day of William's departure had come very first after that. Mr. Swinton had allowed William to spend the last day and night with Martin. They'd first agreed on going to the movies and have fun, but William didn't want to. All the boy'd wanted was to be together. All day long they'd been rummaging in the very same box that was on William's table, today. They talked and talked about everything they'd ever done together. They laughed a lot that day and felt content, but as the night set in, they knew it would be their last together. They'd just sat there, looking at each other, eyes slowly tearing up... That's when they made their promises to each other. "I don't want to go," William said sobbing. "Can't I stay here with you?" "I wish you could, love," Martin sighed. "Your grandfather wants you with him, though. He's crazy about you, you know." "I know. I love him, too. But I don't want to leave you." "Neither do I, William. But this doesn't mean we won't be friends anymore. I promise you that I'll stay in touch." William just smiled at me, eyes full of tears and then jumped up and wrapped himself around me, sobbing. Martin petted his back and comforted him as good as he could. "Look, William, you'll always be welcome with me. If you want, you can always come and stay here for a while. And if you would like, you can come over next summer and spend some fun time here." "You promise?" William simply asked, looking up at Martin longingly. "I promise, love." And at this Martin and William hugged each other tightly and sat closely together like that for it seemed like hours. Without realising, it'd turned dark outside and it was time to go upstairs and get some sleep for the next day. By the time Martin was carrying his boy upstairs, William had already dozed off. Martin laid the boy into the bed they'd spent many nights in together. He undressed the boy, probably for the last time, and tucked him in. Martin took the stairs downstairs to lock up the house and turn off the lights and tv and went back to the bedroom. Martin had expected William to be still sound asleep, but instead, he was welcomed by his little friend lying flat on his back in bed, the covers thrown off of his nude body, his desire clearly visible in both eyes and groin. "I don't want to leave without saying goodbye properly," William said sexily. That's all Martin needed. He longingly stripped of his clothes and jumped into the bed next to William. He threw one arm over Williams waist and pulled him close to him. Their lips met and they kissed each other ever so passionately. Their hands were all over each other's bodies. That was the beginning of a love filled night. The last one they Martin and William would be together. The next morning was a very sad one, both of them in tears when they said their goodbyes and good lucks. Both of them were pretty sure they'd stay in touch forever. But they were wrong. It was William who'd broken the contact. Suddenly he'd stopped calling Martin and didn't reply to any of Martin's letters. Martin kept writing in the hope that William would answer, but finally he gave up and knew the boy he'd loved for more than three years had forgotten about him. The first few months after realising that William was now completely out of his life were dark ones. He went through a heavy depression. That's when he founded Gray Ltd. His work made him forget about William, but in the evening, when he was home alone, he couldn't stop thinking about the boy. His success in the printing industries made it all wear off and he promised himself not to attach himself to someone anymore. The boy he saw in the bowling alley today was a threat to that promise, cause already, Martin realised that he had fallen for the boy's charms.