Date: Fri, 29 Aug 2008 22:52:10 +0000 (GMT)
From: jjack91@ymail.com
Subject: Taylors Troubles part 1

Hi, I haven't written a story for a year or so as I've been busy in my
first year at college, so here's just a little one to get me back in the
swing of things. I plan on writing another big one soon, which will rely on
input from readers to see how the story goes. For the fans of my previous
stories (Adult Youth > Toby and the SUV) and the others I actually can't
remember what they're called, I'm sorry but I won't be continuing them
anytime soon.

The usual disclaimers apply, if you shouldn't be reading this... don't. If
you're underage... don't be lol. And remember... writing about murders
doesn't make you a murderer etc.


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Chapter 1 - Prologue

The story begins on August 12th 1997. Mary and Tom gave birth to a
beautiful blonde baby boy weighing just under 6lbs. Names for him had
changed frequently over the last couple of months but one had finally been
decided. It had been unusually busy in the hospital that week when Mary had
begun childbirth. Many patients had been put in mixed wards due to the lack
of beds available. In the room next to Mary a boy of eight years old slept
heavily due to the medication he was currently on. Earlier the small boy
had been intrigued with the variety of balloons and friends going in and
out of the room next door. Until a short while ago he had been able to
smile weakly through the small glass window at Mary, but much to his
disappointment the curtain had finally been drawn as the lady went into
childbirth, leaving him alone once again. He awoke a few hours later to
silence. The screaming of the lady next door and the rushing of the doctors
in and out of the room had finished. With all his strength he climbed out
of his bed and tiptoed slowly to the next room.

Pushing the door open slowly he saw a picture of happiness. A mother
quietly nursing, a father beaming proudly, and a bundle of pink, lying
peacefully in his mother's arms. As the man noticed the door opening he
turned and looked seeing the frail boy peering in. He had been planning on
going to see the boy at some point, and talk to him as he always seemed
alone. In his gentlest voice Tom asked the boy over to him. With wariness
the boy obliged and padded, bare foot, over to the man.

	"Hi kiddo", the man said.

The boy smiled weakly but said nothing. He peered over inquisitively to the
bundle the lady was holding. Mary dipped her arms and brought the newborn
to the eight year old boy's eye level. Seeing the gentleness of the boy
before her she asked if he would like to sit on the bed and hold him. The
boy's heart skipped a beat that he had been trusted with such an important
job. With what little strength he had, he struggled to get himself on the
high bed and soon felt himself being lifted by the strong man behind
him. Holding out his arms, the baby was placed within them and for the
first time in his life, the boy felt happy and not alone. His eyes began to
water with emotion and he whispered as softly as he could to the baby
before him, "you're beautiful."

With the weakness of the ill, the boy's arms soon began to grow weak and
shake. He nudged towards the lady and she understood taking the small
bundle away gently. The frail eight year old boy then silently got down
from the bed and walked to the door. Just before he closed it behind
himself, he turned to Mary and Tom and gently spoke, "thank you, I love
him."

That night on the eve of his ninth birthday, the tumour to which had been
diagnosed untreatable finally reached the vital part of the frail young
boy's brain. Taylor John Michael Roberts died peacefully in his sleep,
alone.

The next morning when Mary awoke a first time mother, she got up and opened
the curtains exposing the sterile room to fresh daylight. When she opened
the final curtain on the window between herself and the boy next door, she
gasped and stood their silently, unbelievingly. The bed was empty, the
sheets were clean and made, and the one teddy bear that had sat on the side
counter had gone. The emotions of childbirth got to the lady and she broke
down into tears, waking her husband in the chair nearby. As Tom joined her
at the window he looked through and instantly understood her pain. For
twenty minutes the couple just stared at the empty bed. When the doctor
finally came into their room, he told them the sad story of the boy in Room
31. A son of a drug addict mother, he had been diagnosed at 6 years old
with a brain tumour. His grandparents had been able to pay for some of the
treatment but when it became untreatable the boy had been left alone in the
hospital until he finally passed away. His mother had visited approximately
three times in the final year of his life.

	"What was his name?" Tom asked.

	"Taylor", replied the doctor.

	"That's beautiful", both Tom and Mary responded at the same time.

And so the little bundle of happiness, fast asleep in his cot nearby, was
named Taylor.

As the newly purchased SUV carrying newborn Taylor Thomas Turner pulled
into the driveway of the family's suburban residence, the neighbours came
rushing out. Kim and John, Melissa (their 9 year old daughter) carrying
Jessie (their 6 month old baby girl) and Sam and Jamie (the 7 and 10 year
old sons of Mary and Tom who had been staying with the neighbours while
their parents were in hospital). The boys ran straight to the baby and
high-fived each other at the good fortune they had got a baby brother and
not an annoying little sister to mess up all their games.

Chapter 2 - The Middle Years


Over the next couple of years, Taylor and Jessie spent all their time
together; they became inseparable even as toddlers. The two families often
joked that they would be married by the time they were twelve. When the two
reached five years old, Mary, Taylor's mother, became ill. She was taken to
hospital with heart complications. She deteriorated rapidly and soon was in
no fit state to be seen by her young children, at her command she banned
them from the hospital at risk of her scarring them. One night, when the
boys had been left with a babysitter, and Tom was sat at his wife's
bedside, holding her hand, the boys crept out of the back door of the house
and got on their bikes. Five year old Taylor clung onto Sam's back as the
thirteen and fifteen year old boys peddled madly in the direction of the
hospital. They knew exactly were the mother's room was and ran through the
hospital not stopping for anyone questioning them. They burst into the room
and locked the door behind them refusing to move as their dad protested to
their arrival. He was fighting a loosing battle, as the boys clearly wanted
to and deserved to see their mother.

When she awoke an hour later she looked frail and weak, but smiled knowing
that her boys had wanted to see her so much. She put her arms around all of
them and held them for the next hour. Finally she told them she needed to
rest; she was finally able to tell them how much she loved them and how
proud she was of them for the last time. When the boys were taken home that
night by Tom he knew that saying goodbye tonight would be the last
time. Mary smiled to herself knowing that they would be just fine and turn
out to be amazing gentlemen. On 19th September 2002, Mary Turner passed
away in her sleep.

The boys took the news hard. They became reserved and quiet, completely the
opposite to what they had been. Although they had been told there might be
a chance their mother might not survive, they had lived on the hope that
she would. When the reality sank in they transformed and barely ever left
their rooms. When the older boys went back to school, they no longer fought
with the other boys, girls were not their main priority and they just
couldn't be bothered with their grades. Tom came off worst. Instead of
trying to get the boys back on track he buried himself in his work,
refusing to tell anyone in his company what had happened. The neighbours
willingly became second family to the boys, which helped Tom escape the
house and continue with his work as they looked after the three boys for
him.

Over the next year or so the boys came back out of their shells. They
accepted what had happened and although they missed her, they understood
what had happened and had come to terms with it. Having Kim, John and the
girls next door was a big help as the boys were never alone. Tom, having
put so much time and effort into work, was being promoted all the time and
was soon bordering on a six-figure salary, although it did mean him having
to travel a lot.

Taylor however was growing up to be a total heart-throb. Mothers adored
him, girls in school loved him. He however only had time for one
person. Jessie and Taylor had become so close they rarely spent a night in
separate rooms, although nothing sexual had ever happened. They were by far
the closest best friends anyone could imagine, and it seemed nothing would
change that. They told each other everything, and most of the time knew
what the other was thinking. As the two continued to grow up, their
activities became more and more girly. As younger children they would run
around in the fields playing chase and climbing trees. Now however their
activities started revolving around clothes, and styling each others
hair. Taylor became an expert in braiding Jessie's hair.

As the two reached ten years old they could be found nearly every day at
the giant mall nearby trying on various clothes. Jessie started noticing
boys more and would dress more to get their attention. Taylor would watch
in awe as they would all stare at her. One night however Taylor's life took
another dramatic change.


Chapter 3 - That Night

It was Friday night, and the older boys were out on dates. Tom was away in
Holland and the "twins" as they had become known were watching a movie at
Taylor's house. They were snuggled up in Taylor's bedroom under the
blankets with loads of sweets and popcorn. The lights were off and both
were intently watching the film. At one point in the film the onscreen
characters began to kiss. Jessie, although she had never even considered it
before, turned towards Taylor and planted her lips smack on his. The ten
year old boy's eyes shot open and he pulled back immediately.

	"Why did you move away Tails?" Jessie asked using the nickname she
had given him a long time ago.

	"I dunno I just don't really want to kiss you, you're my best
friend not my girlfriend." He replied.

Jessie sort of accepted it and went back to watching the movie but about
ten minutes down the line she turned back to him.

	"Do you like any girls? You never talk about them and we always
talk about boys I like"

	"I dunno I don't fancy any, they're all ugly and annoying except
you, I just wanna be your best friend forever." Taylor responded

	"Maybe you fancy boys; one of my sister's friends is like
that. There's nothing wrong with it and you do like girly stuff like he
does." Jessie announced.

Taylor looked at her, stunned that his best friend had just called him a
gay.

	"Thanks a lot Jessie" he mumbled.

They sat in silence until the movie ended. When the credits were rolling
Taylor got up and headed for the door.

	"Tails where you going?" Jessie asked.

	"You hurt my feelings, I'm going to sleep in Sam's room, you stay
in here please, g'nite".

He left the room and went to the older brother's bedroom. When Sam returned
from his date later that night and found the semi-nude ten year old in his
bed, he wondered what had happened knowing that Jessie had been due to
sleepover, but not wanting to disturb the sleeping boy he stripped down to
his boxers and lay down next to him.

At around 2am Taylor awoke snuggled up to his brother's naked torso. He
sighed and looked down at the flesh in front of him. He felt so
confused. 'Why didn't he like girls?' he wondered to himself. He knew that
he loved talking about the boys Jessie liked but didn't think he liked them
that way too. He knew that at school during changing he had seen a couple
of boys' privates and had thought about them a lot after that.

Sam had kicked the covers off in the night and the way the two were laying
the bulge in Sam's shorts was clearly visible to the ten year old
boy. Taylor, with no real idea why he was doing it, slowly slid his hand
down the 17 year old's chest and onto his boxers. Gently his fingers grazed
against the bulge. Within seconds Taylor's dick was rock hard. That wasn't
a good sign, he thought. As he became braver he manipulated the teen's
flaccid dick until it began to grow. When it reached full mast Taylor
became braver and put his hand inside the boxers. He knew his brother slept
heavily and it took a lot to wake him. He managed to get the front of the
boxers down to sit underneath the teen's balls. The ten year old boy stared
in awe at the impressive tool in front of him. He was on a roll now, lust
took over his little preteen body and he wiggled down the bed so his head
was level with his brother's erect dick. Gently he stuck his tongue out and
licked the head of the dick. He had heard all about blowjobs in films and
the internet. Expecting it to taste disgusting, the boy was surprised when
he actually like the taste and leant over for more.

Sam suddenly stirred, and Taylor almost wet his pants. Although Sam hadn't
awoken, the boy thought it too risky to continue. Lying in the bed on his
back he considered what he'd just done. He closed his eyes and began to
think about the boys in his class. He tried to visualise them naked, and as
he did, his erection came quickly back. The ten year old boy's hand went to
his erection and began fondling it. As he rubbed it and thought about the
boys in his class he got more and more excited. He imagined one of the boys
kissing him like Jessie had done earlier, and his body shook, as he had his
very first little boy orgasm.

The boy awoke again at 5am, he still felt restless about falling out with
Jessie, in their entire friendship they had never fallen out. He decided to
bite the bullet and crept back into his bedroom. Shaking the sleeping girl,
she finally stirred and complained about the rude awakening.

	"JessJess I think you're right" muttered the boy.

	"Whaaaat?" she mumbled half asleep.

Suddenly she sat bolt upright having realised what he'd actually said.

	"Oh my god what?!" asked the girl.

	"What you said tonight, I've been thinking and nobody knows me
better than you, I think you're right, I think I'm... gay." Taylor replied.

Jessie, although she secretly knew it already, it was obvious to her; she
just hadn't wanted to hurt his feelings like she had earlier that
night. She didn't say anything just put out her arms to offer the confused
little boy a big hug. Although they were only a few months apart in age,
Jessie had developed a lot quicker mentally and acted a lot older than
Taylor. He moved in and snuggled up to her.

	"G'nite my ickle homo" Jessie whispered.

	"G'nite" Taylor giggled.

Over the next year Jessie helped Taylor 'come out' at school. They both
felt it was the right decision, as nobody seemed anti-gay. Taylor became
happier than he ever was. Although he only had Jessie as a close friend,
she began making close friendships with other girls, which broadened his
social circle.


Chapter 4 - The Last Year Of Junior School

The school that both household's kids attended was private. It started with
a nursery at age four and went through to age eleven. With Taylor now ten
Jessie eleven they were soon to leave the Junior school and go to the High
school's nearby. For now they were both in their final year at the
school. Jessie had become the most popular girl in the year, every boy in
the faculty wanted to date her, and yet she had not accepted even a date
with anyone. Ten year old Taylor was her partner in crime, and having
admitted to being gay a few months ago, was still single, although to be
honest, he was more than happy having a best friend and not a boyfriend. He
understood the fact that nobody else in the year was gay, or at least had
not admitted to it yet, and therefore the chances of him getting a
boyfriend had been slim. Tom, his father, had talked to him about the
internet and the dangers of trying to find one on there. Taylor understood
and under the advice of his brothers decided he would rather meet someone
that he liked for real, not some stranger on the internet just because they
were gay and available. Therefore internet meeting was off limits to the
boy to which he happily agreed, not wanting to end up in someone's cellar
chopped up into little pieces.

As the year continued, Jess became more and more popular to the point where
she was spending more time with other friends than with Taylor. The boy
began to realise this and, not wanting to make a big deal out of it, kept
quiet. If he had gone to her and complained he was being left out he would
have sounded like a baby, and right now he was sick of sounding so
childish. He decided to sit back and see if she would notice
herself. However sadly for Taylor, he forgot what eleven year old girls are
like when popularity gets to their head. Before long the two best friends
hardly saw each other apart from in lessons, they didn't even walk home
together, and Taylor felt like he had no friends in the world.

When the whole year was invited to a pool party, Taylor didn't feel like
going but as it was the last one of the year before school broke up for
summer he decided he would make an appearance. As he got dropped off at the
house that night his stomach was churning. What was the point in going to a
party where he only knew one person, and she barely seemed to know he
existed anymore? He thought to himself. When he entered the house he went
through to the kitchen and there was Jess with three boys from the soccer
team. They hadn't noticed him enter but when he heard his name he stood
quietly waiting for the rest of the conversation.

	"How come you always hang around with that gay kid Taylor, don't
you want a real guy?" asked one of the boys.

	"Yeh everyone thought you were like really weird 'cos you never let
anyone except him near you." another stated.

Jessie, thinking it wouldn't hurt, tried to impress the three boys in front
of her which were quite possibly the hottest boys in the year.

	"I'm so over 'that', I grew up with him I had to be nice, but I
can't stand him anymore he's just a little kid that needs to grow up, all
he ever wants to do is straighten my hair and shit. Anyways I'm sure he'll
get the hint soon and get some of his own friends." She spoke back trying
to sound impressive to the hot boys.

Taylor's heart split in half and his eyes began to water. After everything
they'd been through that was what his best friend for all his life thought
about him? At some point one of the boys noticed his presence and nodded
for Jessie to turn around. When they made eye contact her face dropped like
she'd just witnessed a horrific car accident. Taylor looked like he was
about to crumple into a small pile and die. He had heard the whole thing
and she knew it, not that she had meant to say any of it, it was just
banter to make the boys like her, but there was no way she could have taken
it back now. She felt awful.

After the most awkward moment, Taylor, sensing he was about to break into a
fit of tears, gently whispered,

	"Bye JessJess".

The sad little boy then turned and ran. He ran out of the front door, down
the driveway and onto the road. He kept running the 5 miles back to his
house. He didn't stop for anyone asking if he was okay and he never looked
back. At his front door he let himself in and ran to his room locking the
door and blocked it with his chest of drawers. And there he stayed for 5
days.


Chapter 5 - The Big Move

Having reached a six figure salary, Tom Turner was desperate to move out of
the middle-class area that they had been stuck in for years. The house
constantly reminded him of his wife, and he had always fancied just
uprooting and going somewhere completely different. The boys had been the
only reason to stay, mainly Taylor. His friendship with Jessie next door
seemed to be the only thing that kept the boy happy and tearing him away
from her would have been unthinkable. His neighbours had been fantastic in
looking after the kids too but now they were old enough to look after
themselves, he wasn't quite so needy for them. Tom was desperate for a
change of scene and his work was constantly badgering him to get to the
city. He knew his boys came first though and understood that Taylor was
unwilling to move.

The night at the pool party changed things. Taylor knew of his dad's wishes
to relocate. A few months ago the thought of moving house would have killed
him, having to leave Jess behind. Right now he never wanted to see her
again. He would show her he could grow up. With a breath of final courage
Taylor unblocked his bedroom doorway and padded downstairs to his dad's
study. Gently he knocked on the door, and Tom looked up. The picture that
greeted him hit him hard. At the door stood a frail looking small blonde
boy in his pyjamas. The boy looked close to tears but seemed to be there
with a purpose. Almost eleven years ago Tom had seen an almost identical
scene in the hospital to where his wife had given birth.

	"Hey tiger, I'm really glad you've come out of your room, what's up
sunshine?" As he spoke he stood up and walked over to the boy, scooping the
light frame into his arms.

	"I'm ready daddy." the boy spoke with a shiver in his voice.

	"Ready for what pumpkin?" Tom replied confused.

	"I'm ready to go, wherever you want to go daddy, we can go live
there, I don't want to be here anymore and I want us to be happy somewhere
else."

Tom was amazed, he had never expected this in a million years. Knowing that
Taylor hated to talk about problems he didn't press the issue. The older
boys had already expressed their keen wishes to relocate due to the sheer
boredom of their current town.

	"Are you sure baby?" Tom asked.

Taylor nodded and snuggled into his father's embrace as they both sat on
the office chair. Tom opened a document he had been sent from his PA who
had done some research on some houses in an area that Tom had once
travelled through. The town was a suburb in Los Angeles just outside of one
of the major cities, but right next to the beach. It was a far cry from
their current Ohio residence. The document showed some local houses, the
city, the beaches, the skate parks and water parks, the malls and
everything else that could have interested the boys. As they were looking
through the document together Tom heard the older boys in the other
room. He called them into the room. When they came in and looked at what
was on the screen they both grinned and high-fived each other. It was time
to get out of this wasteland and have some fun they both thought. And so it
was finalised. The Turner Family were off to LA.

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End of Part 1

Thank you for reading, sorry it seems to be more narrative than sexual. I
just wanted to write a story with a background rather than just a
'sexipisode'

Part 2 however will see Taylor expand his gay lifestyle with partners and
experiences in his 11th year of life.

Please feel free to leave comments, suggestions and criticisms by
email. I'd love to get to know some of you other readers. Email is
JJACK91@YMAIL.COM (yahoo)