Date: Mon, 19 Apr 2004 14:40:35 GMT From: Pok Bepxtep <pok.bepxtep@lycos.nl> Subject: Taken for Granted - 7 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. Greetings Pok Bepxtep ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 7: Lucky Friday 13th (1) The next few days before that special Friday passed rather quickly for Martin. He drove back and forth to the office a couple of times to check up on everything and get some things finished. Usually, he did most of those things from home, but he just couldn't still during those days. Even his employees noticed some difference in him. 'He must be in love,' was the rumor. They were right about that, but luckily they didn't know whom he was in love with. The morning of that big day, Martin spent in the office, aswell, but after lunch he went home to prepare is home for welcoming a boy in it. He cleaned up a bit, put clean cheats on the big bed in the guest room, bought some snacks and sodas and stuff like that... Martin did his best to make sure Liam might want to come back after tonight. At about 5 o'clock, Martin stepped into the shower to freshen up. Half an hour later, he was in his car, wearing a clean shirt and jeans and a little touch of deo. Not too much, cause he remembered from William that he didn't really like those chemical smells. This was only a first date, so, it couldn't do any harm. About 10 minutes later than he'd set he'd be at Liam's place, he rang the bell of the Parker residence at the entrance. He waited a while before there was a click and Liam's voice sounded in the speaker. The boy sounded very nervous when he answered the call: "Hello?" Liam's quiverring voice chimed. "Hey, there, Liam, it's Martin," Martin said. He hoped the boy wouldn't make any fuss about being a bit late. "Hi, Martin, come on it," was the child's joyful reply. "Okay, kiddo, which floor?" Martin said. "Oh, second. Our appartment's on the left," Liam informed Martin, as the lock of the door clicked and a faint buzz sounded from the speaker. Martin entered the building and climbed up the stairs to the second floor. When he turned to the left, he saw Liam standing in the doorway, smiling brightly. The boy'd done his best to look good. Not that he had to, but the gel coated spikes, the clean blue buttoned shirt and black jeans looked nice on him. The pair of jeans looked as tight as the ones he'd worn when they first met. "Hello, Martin," Liam greeted him when he saw Martin. "Or should I say Mr. Gray?" "Mr. Gray? Who's he?" Martin joked. "No, no, just call me Martin." "Okay, Mr. Gray... I mean Martin," Liam said with a cocky smile. "Come on in." Martin just smiled and followed Martin into the appartment. With the shirt nicely tucked into his tight jeans, he had a pretty good view on the boy's little butt. With William, and also the other boys he'd seen around, he'd also liked the sight of those cute little buns swinging back and forth. When he entered the appartment, he pretty much understood why the boy was wearing his jeans so tight. It wasn't really his choice, but from the look of the pretty old fashionned furniture and a tv that was about to become extinct, he realised that Liam and his mum weren't very wealthy. Maybe later, when he'd get the chance, he might finally be able to share his with Liam. But he'd only do that if his mother agreed. Most people don't want to be helped like that. "Are you ready to go, Liam?" Martin asked. "Yeah, almost. Just gotta get my stuff and my jacket," the boy said while he walked out of the livingroom. He came back with, wearing a black and purple coat and carrying a small back pack with probably his pyjamas in it. "I'm ready, now," he said. "Okay, buddy, let's go," Martin said. The boy followed Martin back outside the appartment and closed the door, locking it with a key that hung on a raffled cord. Martin noticed the cheap cord, but didn't say anything. "Did you have dinner, yet?" "No, why?" the boy said. "You like pizza?" "Yeah, I love pizza? Are you gonna order some, then?" "Maybe, maybe not," Martin said, winking at the boy. "Cool," Liam smiled. The two walked down the stairs and out on the street. Martin turned right to where his car was and Liam followed him. Not wanting the boy to walk behind him, Martin turned back, smiled at him and reached out his hand, and stated: "No friends of mine walk behind me, Liam.". At first, Liam hesitated a bit, but saw the trustworthy look on the man's face and grabbed the hand and they walked hand in hand to where Martin's Mercedes was parked. After a five minute walk... Martin hadn't been able to find a spot closer to where Liam lived... Martin took his car keys from out of his pocket and push the button to disable the alarm. When Liam saw the big black sedan's indicators blink, his chin practically dropped on the ground and his eyes almost popped out out. "Is that yours?" he peeped. "Yes, this is one of my babies," Martin said, trying hard not to burst out in laughter as he saw Liam's surprised look. "Like it?" "You bet!" Liam nodded. Martin opened the back door and Liam slowly got in: "It's not gonna bite you, you know," he tried to relax the boy. Liam looked up smiling and sat back, joking: "You could almost live in here." Martin had to laugh at that and teased: "Indeed, you could. Where do you think you're gonna spend the night, then?" The boy looked up in shock, which made Martin laugh even louder... "Hush, hush, kiddo... I'm kidding. Now, let's go eat, I'm starving." "Okido," Liam snickered goofily, now completely at ease. Martin closed the door and got in behind the wheel. He looked into the mirror to see Liam sitting behind him. Liam must have noticed and looked right back in the mirror. Martin blinked his eye and then started the engine. About 30 minutes later, he parked his car near an Italian restaurant. Liam didn't seem to know what was going on and asked: "Why are we stopping here?" "You said you liked pizza, didn't you?" "Yes, but..." "Well, then... Let's go have some. You'll like it, this is an excellent spot." "Okay." And so Martin took his new little friend to the restaurant. In there, they were welcomed heartily by one of the waiters. The man seemed to know Martin pretty well, as familiarly as they spoke with each other. Liam didn't say anything, but he somehow felt he didn't really fit in, there. The waiter took the two to a table at the back of the restaurant. There was already a reservation sign on it, so Liam knew Martin had arranged this. He really didn't feel all to well about this place and the way this went. Martin could read of the little boy's face he was acting a bit anxiously. He didn't really grasp why, at first, but then he knew that all this'd overwhelmed the boy. "You okay, Liam?" Martin worried. The boy just shrugged, but it was clear to see he was having lots of second thoughts. Martin didn't want to let Liam slip away that way. "You can tell me if something's wrong, kiddo." "Promise you won't get mad?" the boy said, looking a bit afraid. "I promise, don't worry. It takes a lot to get me angry at a boy like you," Martin comforted Liam. Liam smiled slightly and said: "I don't really like it here. This place is too... too... rich... for me." "I overdid it, didn't I?" The boy nodded, still not totally at ease. "I should have thought about that before we came here. We don't have to stay, if you don't feel like it." "You don't mind if we leave?" "Of course not, buddy, as long as you still want to go to my place and watch that movie." "I do... but I still want pizza, too," Liam said. "That can be arranged, Liam. We'll go home, now, and order us a big one, when we get there, okay?" Liam brightened up again, now. "Cool," he smiled. "I do want to know what the ones they have here are like." Martin smiled back at his little friend: "You will know soon enough. Let's get to know each other a bit better first. "Great!" Liam cheered. And off they were, again. They went back to the car and drove all the way to Martin's place.