Date: Sat, 01 May 2004 13:40:37 GMT
From: Pok Bepxtep  <pok.bepxtep@lycos.nl>
Subject: Taken for Granted - 8

TAKEN FOR GRANTED
written by Pok Bepxtep

E-mail me if you liked the story.  I can be found at pok.bepxtep@lycos.nl

In the previous 7 chapters, I had a disclaimer mentionning sexual contact
between an adult man and a boy. I'm still doubting if it'll actually lead
to that. If it does, there won't be any explicit details, that's not the
kind of story I want to be linked with. There's enough of those in this
archive for you to read.

Greetings
Pok Bepxtep

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Chapter 8: Lucky Friday 13th (2)

About half an hour after they'd left from the restaurant, Martin parked his
car in front of his garage. He got out of the car and opened Liam's door,
as if he'd just been driving the president himself home.

Liam got out of the car and followed Martin round the back of the
house. The spots on the porch lit up and shone over what Liam almost
mistook for a football field. Only two details of the backyard proved
different, as a football field is still bigger and that football fields do
not have pools in it. He couldn't do anything but drop his back pack and
sprint towards the rim of the swimming pool.

"Wow!" he yelled. "Is this really yours?"

"It sure is, my boy. It sure is," Martin confirmed as he slowly came
standing next to Liam. "Too bad I've only met you in October. If it'd been
July or August, I'd have invited you for a swim instead of a movie."

"It'll be July and August again, next year," Liam informed Martin, smiling
expectingly.

"You bet, kiddo. But is this one rule, you'd have to obey when swimming."

"A rule? What rule?"

"This pool is for skinny dipping only. No bathing suits allowed in here,"
Martin said seriously.

"You mean...  Naked? I'd have to swim naked?" Liam peeped in disbelief.

"Yups," Martin nodded, still without any emotions.

"Errr...  I dunno...  Maybe I..." Liam stammered, totally taken by
surprise.

"Hahaha!!!" Martin laughed hartily. "I'm kidding, matey, of course you
don't have to get naked to get some swimming done, here."

"Phew," Liam sighed with relief. And then, wanting to test Martin, he
added: "But what if I wanted to?"

"That's all upto you, then, Liam. I wouldn't mind seeing that lil butt of
yours floating in that pool, there," Martin blinked, playfully patting
Liam's buns.

A bit taken by surprise, he turned back to Martin who stood next to him and
squeaked: "Hey!!" But all Martin did was grin back at the boy. This
reassured Liam that the man was only fooling around a bit, so he added:
"Warn me next time you're gonna hit my butt, will ya."

"Warn you? Now where's the fun in that?" Martin just giggled gently as Liam
sighed and shook his head in disbelief. "Let's get inside, now, shall we."

"Yay!!" Liam just smiled.

Martin walked towards the back door and unlocked it. Liam followed him
inside, carrying his bag over his shoulder. Martin turned on the light when
they entered his 21st century kitchen, with all the household equipment you
can imagine in it. It was very clean, too. Liam thought this could be the
perfect payback moment for that pat on his butt. "Wow, you must have been
cleaning up for a whole week," he joked.

Martin turned back to the young rascall and laughed out loud: "Hahaha!!!
Yeah, I did."

Liam smiled and walked over to the sink. "You missed a spot," he said,
trying to sound serious, pointing at no point in particular.

"Oh, you're an expert in the cleaning business, then," Martin mocked. "Next
time, I'll leave all my mess in the sink and have you do it."

"You're kidding," the boy smirked.

"I'm not," Martin said shaking his head, "I think you'd look great in an
apron, too."

"Eèèh!" Liam rejected, pulling out his tongue.

"Hihi...  You're cute," Martin smiled broadly. "Now let's give you the dime
tour, shall we." The man let the youngster lead, as he guided him through
kitchen, dining room... Then they walked upstairs, going to the room where
Liam would spend the night. "And in here, I hope you'll be spending lots of
nights, after this. If this works out okay, this is gonna be your room."

Martin opened the door and let the boy enter the bedroom. "Wow!" the boy
exclaimed. "This is almost as big as our entire living room. Am I really
gonna sleep in that?" he questionned, pointing at the big bed in the middle
of the room.

"Yep, that's what it's for. I don't think you'll mind the extra room, no?"

"No, it's great!! Can I..." the boy signaled, fidgeting with his shoes.

"Try it out? Sure thing! Go ahead!"

Liam didn't need to be said that twice. He kicked of his shoes and swiftly
darted to the bed, taking a big leap and landing on the bed with a few
bounces up and down. He lay still for a few seconds, feeling up the cloth
on the bed and then sat up straight, launching himself again and
again. There was a enthusiastic giggle escaping from his lips. Martin loved
seeing the little imp enjoying himself like that. After a few more jumps,
he finally calmed down and dropped flat on his back with a great happy
sigh. "This is awsome!" he shared with Martin.

"Glad you like it, kiddo. Leave your gear in here, and I'll show you where
the bathroom is and where I sleep. Then we can go and order ourselves some
pizza and get the party on the way. I'm starving."

"Yaay!!" was Liam's spirited agreement.

Martin continued his tour, showing Liam the bathroom and his bedroom. Till
then, he hadn't showed the boy his media center, with home cinema and a
dolby surround stereo system. He kept the best part for last.

"Now, if you want, you can use the shower and get comfy," Martin
suggested. "I'll go downstairs and order our dinner."

"Okay...  No shower, cause I did that before we left. I'm just gonna
freshen up a bit."

"Great, make yourself at home," Martin offered, while heading down the
stairs. "Anything you'd like on that pizza of yours?"

"Pepperoni and cheese and lots and lots of tomato sauce."

"Good choice. See you in the kitchen in a few minutes."

"Okido!" the boy smiled broadly.

Martin went downstairs, grabbed the phone and ordered the pizza with lots
and lots of tomato sauce...  He had a nice feeling about all this. Liam
seemed to feel pretty at ease around him. They hadn't really been
introduced, though. All they'd done was joke around and such, but the ice
was already broken between the two of them.

About ten minutes after Martin had ordered the food, Liam appeared in the
kitchen doorway, dressed in his bluish pair of pyjamas, with two dolphins
printed on the short sleeved shirt and black and blue shorts that only went
down halfway his thighs. The nightwear hung losely on the boy's frail
body. It suited him perfectly and he looked, well... adorably sexy.

"Hey, there you are, buddy," Martin welcomed the boy. "You're not gonna get
cold in those?" he asked caringly.

"No, it's okay, it's nicely warm in here," Liam informed Martin, while
entering the kitchen. "I would like some slippers, though," Liam hopefully
admitted.

"Slippers? Sure, I've got some spare slippers you can use. They'll be a bit
big for those little feet of yours, tho." He hadn't noticed yet, but Liam
was standing next to him bare footed. He glanced at the little feet with
the curly toes for a second. "But you're right, cause I don't want you to
grease up my floor with those smelly feet of yours," he smiled.

"My feet don't smell!" Liam retorted. "If you say that once more, I'm gonna
put them right under your nose so you can smell them."

"Okay, I surrender," Martin laughed, imagining how nice it would be to
actually have those little toes wriggle in front of his face. "I'll go find
those slippers."

Martin walked out of the kitchen, wearing a happy face, glad to see Liam
settle in so easily. He went upstairs, rummaged through some old shoe boxes
and went back downstairs with his only pair of slippers. He never wore
those things, but was glad that Liam would be able to use them. A new pair
for the boy would be better, though...  A perfect little present for when
Liam would come again.

Only a few moments later, he got back into the kitchen, where Liam stood
near the table. The boy looked at the slippers Martin was carrying and
started snickering goofily. "You're not gonna let me put those on, are
you...  Gee, I could fit my legs in those."

"Oh, come on, they're not that big, you little bugger. D'you want them, or
not?"

"Errr... Well, seeing them like that..."

"It's your choice," Martin said. At that moment the bell rang. "That'll be
our pizza. I'll leave these here while I go get our food."

As he'd expected, it was the pizza delivery at the door. He paid the young
man, and turned back to go the kitchen. But on his way back, he almost
bumped into Liam, who'd unnoticably followed him to the front door.

"Oy, Liam! You almost made me drop this. I don't think eating pizza from
the floor would be much fun," he said.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to," Liam apologised.

"Sorry? What for? You didn't do anything," Martin reassured the little
boy. "And you're even wearing the slippers," he also noticed.

"Yeah, they're quite nice, after all. I don't like getting cold feet."

"That's good. Now, let's eat."

Martin went back to the kitchen. Liam followed him, shuffling on those old
slippers. They did look a bit funny on the little boy, but he didn't seem
to mind about it. In the kitchen, Martin sliced up the pizza, took two cans
of coca-cola out of the fridge and lead Liam into his most favourite room.

Inside, there was a big flat lcd-screen hanging on the wall like a big
painting. There were all kinds of speakers around the room, with a big
couch in the middle. The floor was covered by a thick dark red rug. Liam
looked at this all in great awe, and the amazement on his young face only
got bigger, when Martin opened a panel in the wall.

Behind the wall, there were all kinds of media devices...  A big stereo, a
dvd-player, a video recorder...  The whole works. Also, there was a huge
collection of cd's and dvd's and video tapes stored in the big closet
behind that panel.

Martin place the pizza on the small table in front of the couch. He turned
back to see Liam take up all the details in the room. He hoped he hadn't
made the boy feel uncomfortable by showing him this kinda wealth. He didn't
want to do anything like that. Martin was just happy to finally be able to
share his good fortune with someone he was falling in love with.

Liam carefully came standing next to Martin, who was starting up the whole
thing. Martin looked at the boy beside, who let his eyes roam over the
collection of music and films. He noticed the boy was hesitantly reaching
out his little hand to take something out, but didn't dare to actually do
it.

Martin smiled reassuringly at the boy beside him and asked: "See something
you like."

Liam looked a bit startled by that question. "Errr... well..." he
stammered, "I'd just like to look at some of those cd's and dvd's to see
what's on it."

"Well, then? They won't bite you, Liam." He grabbed the young lad by his
frail shoulders and turned him around to face him. "Let's make a deal here,
shall we? If you want to do something or look at something or whatever,
just do it. Or ask me, if you're not sure it's alright. Okay?"

A bit taken aback, Liam nodded in agreement.

Afraid that he'd perhaps gone a bit too far, Martin gently ruffled through
the boy's blond spikes. "Now, just go ahead and look at whatever you wanted
to see."

"Thanks," the boy smiled gratefully. "I'd rather watch the movies, now,
though."

"Hihi...  That's good, too. You can always look at these, some other day,"
Martin suggested. "Besides, there's a pizza over there getting cold."

"Yups. I'm gonna dig into it, right now. You hurry with the movie, or there
won't be any left for you," Liam challenged Martin.

"You wouldn't go and eat my part, would you?" Martin asked with faked
shock.

"I would. Just watch it!" Liam laughed.

"Whoahoa, don't you dare. If you do, I'm gonna have to punish you real
bad!"

"And what would you do? Spank me?" Liam continued fooling Martin.

"I never spank boys on a first date, but I would do this," Martin
answered. And then, without Liam expecting it, he poked Liam's sides,
making the boy squirm and giggle like a little pig. It didn't take long
before he was rolling over the floor, trying to get away from Martins
tickling hands. Martin tried every possible spot to find out where Liam
could be tickled...  and it turned out to be almost everywhere. Soon, the
boy was out of breath and shouted: "Stop...!!!  Whahahaha...!!!
Please...!!!  Stop...!!!"

"Only if you promise me not to eat my half of the pizza," Martin said,
holding his hands still on Liam's belly.

"Never!" the boy shouted laughingly.

Immediately, Martin attacked his defenseless boy prey. All the boy's
wriggling and twisting about on the floor made his shirt slide up a bit,
exposing the kid's belly button. Of course, Martin saw this and didn't
think twice when he bent over and put his lips on the little navel, blowing
it playfully. This took Liam over the edge and he started begging for
Martin's mercy again: "Please...!!! Stop...!!! Hahahahahaha...!!!"

"You promise now?" Martin bargained.

"Yes...  hihihi...  I promise..." the boy giggled.

"That's a good boy," Martin grinned, patting the boy's right hip. Liam was
lying on the soft carpet, trying to catch his breath. There was a big happy
smile on his face that brightened up the whole room. Martin got up and
reached out to help Liam back on his feet. The slippers somehow had found
there way to the corner of the room. The boy didn't bother putting them
back on as they dropped down on the couch.

That's when Martin also noticed the little tent in Liam's shorts. Liam must
have noticed Martin staring. A faint blush appeared on the boy's
cheeks. Feeling a bit ashamed he turned away from Martin a bit and then
decided to silently change the subject. He bent over, grabbed one of the
pizza slices and started eating with big bites. Martin understood the boy
felt a bit uncomfortable with the situation and followed his example.

During their dinner, they talked a bit, getting to know each other a bit
better. They exchanged names, ages, dates of birth (Liam's was December
17th, which was the day when the third Lord of the Rings movie came out in
the theatre)...  Just a bit of small talk about sports and cars and stuff
like that.

A little bit later, they'd finished most of the pizza and started watching
the movie. At first, Liam just sat right next to Martin, leaving just a few
inches of space between them. While Frodo and his companions traveled to
Mordor, Liam moved closer to Martin. Pretty soon, he was leaning closely
agains the man's shoulder, with his feet pulled up beside him. Martin of
course was happy to know the boy was feeling more and more comfortable
around him. He wrapped his arm around the boy, gently caressing his back.

Halfway the movie, Liam got up with the urgent need to go to the
bathroom. Martin paused the film, explained Liam how to find the bathroom
and went to kitchen himself to get a big bucket of pop corn. Martin was
back first and waited for Liam. After only two minutes appeared and sat
back down next to Martin. He immediately curled up next to him, lying down
on his side and placing his head on Martin's lap.

Martin put the pop corn in front of Liam on the ground, so the boy could
reach it easily. Liam didn't seem very interested in it, though. He was
just lying there, watching the movie. Martin continued his caressing of
Liam's back. Now and then, he just stared at the boy, feeling very lucky to
have found a new young friend.

On a certain point, Liam looked up, staring into Martin's eyes. He had a
big content smile on his face. This was enough for Martin to understand
that the boy liked his caresses. He pondered for a while if he should go a
bit further and touch the boy's back underneath the shirt, but didn't do
it, afraid he might go too far too quickly.

When the movie ended with Frodo and Sam standing on that mountain, Martin
looked at the boy on his lap again, still rubbing his frail back. The
child's breath had slowed down, during the last half an hour. Martin
carefully bent forward a bit, and noticed the boy's eyes were shut. 'The
poor lad must have dozed off,' he thought to himself. Liam seemed to be
comfortable where he was, being sound asleep.

Martin continued his caresses for a few more minutes and then decided to
put the kid to bed. He carefully got up from the couch, and picked up the
boy, with one hand under his knees and the other around his shoulders.
Silently he went out of the room and climbed up the stairs. When he got to
the guest room, he gently laid the boy down on the big bed, covering him
up, making sure he was nicely tucked in. Before he went back downstairs to
turn of the tv and stuff, and clean up a bit, he kissed Liam on his
forehead. "Goodnight, my little friend," he whispered. In his sleep, Liam
turned around on his side and curled up into a little ball. Martin could
barely hold back his tears, as he felt like the happiest person on the
world. He walked out of the room, dimmed the light and went back
downstairs.

About half an hour later, Martin also decided to go to bed, to make sure
he'd be up and ready to fix the boy a nice breakfast.