Date: Thu, 22 Mar 2012 13:43:11 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bill Tandy <mailliw110@yahoo.com>
Subject: The camera Series Chapter 11

Chapter 11

"BEEP...BEEP...BEEP."

What the fuck, what a weird dream.

"BEEP...BEEP...BEEP."

Wait a minute this is not a dream. That was my phone. I slowly opened my
eyes to the bright morning sun coming through the window. I grabbed my
phone on the nightstand to see who had called.

SHIT! It was Peter. He called last night. I quickly hit the send button to
call him back. The phone rang twice before he picked up.

"John!" Peter yelled into the phone.

"Good morning Peter. Sorry I missed your call last night. I guess I was
more tired than I thought." I said.

"Are you up now? Can I come over? I'll be over in five minutes." Peter said
quickly.

"I just woke up, why don't you give me half an hour. I'll jump in the
shower. Have you had breakfast yet?" I said to Peter.

"Nope, I haven't had breakfast yet." Peter told me. "And you're too late
for the shower; I'm outside your door right now!" Just then, I heard the
doorbell ring, a few times.

"Jesus kid, I'll be right down." I told the laughing boy. I put on the
shorts that I wore yesterday and ran downstairs to the front door. I
suddenly got nervous right when I was going to turn the handle on the
door. I pulled the door open and there was Peter with a big smile.

As I opened the door, Peter jumped in, wrapped his arms around my neck, and
kissed me on the lips.

I kissed him back. We sucked on each other's tongues and hugged each other
hard. When we finally finished kissing, we were both lightheaded.

"I've missed you so much." We both said together.

Peter scrunched up his face. "Ick, you stink! You need a shower." He said,
and then he laughed. "I haven't had my shower yet this morning either."
Peter said seductively.

"OK, you can go first." I told him, trying not to laugh.

"You mean we can't take a shower together?" He said and pulled off a cute
pouty face.

I couldn't stop from laughing then. "Of course we can shower together. I
wouldn't have it any other way. Besides, you know how big my shower is." I
said in between laughing.

Peter stepped back and looked at my shorts. "Yeah, it's big all right!"
Peter laughed.

"Come on let's go. I need to get some breakfast soon." Then I looked down
at his shorts, which were already tenting up. I took his hand and we went
upstairs to the master bathroom. By the time we got in the shower, I was
just as hard and excited as Peter.

As soon as we got in the shower, we couldn't keep our hands off each
other. We were kissing hard, with our tongues battling each other. Our
hands were also roaming over both of our bodies. Grabbing this and pinching
that.

I couldn't wait any longer. I got down on my knees and took Peter's cock
into my mouth. I started deep throating him right away, his hard cock was
leaking down my throat. I heard him moan once, and then I felt his cum
start to fill my mouth. I could hardly swallow fast enough. It seems like
Peter had saved this up since he left, and it tasted wonderful.

When he finally finished cumming, I felt his legs start to collapse. I
stood up and held him up so he wouldn't fall. He put his head against my
chest and I can feel his heavy breathing.

"Fuck John," he gasped, "that was...awesome." The boy gave out a heavy
sigh.

Then, just like the last time we were in the shower together, our stomachs
rumbled their emptiness. We both started laughing. Then Peter grabbed my
still hard cock.

"You're still hard; let me take care of it." The boy said. Before I can
stop him or suggest otherwise, he was on his knees with his lips wrapped
around my cock. How could I say no now!

"Fuck Peter, your mouth is so good." I moaned. I grabbed his head and
started face fucking him. I knew he liked it by the moans coming out of his
mouth. It didn't take me long before I was cumming down his throat. It
happened so fast I didn't even have a chance to warn him. The boy was
getting good though, he took it all with no problems at all. I pulled him
off my now sensitive cock and stood him up. I hugged him tight. "Damn
Peter, I love you." I whispered to him in his ear. He hugged me back. "I
really need some breakfast now." I told him.

I turned off the shower and grabbed the towels. We dried each other
off. Even though we both got hard again, we managed to ignore them and got
dressed. Peter put his shorts back on, and I put mine on. I grabbed a
T-shirt out of the dresser. "Put your shirt on Peter." I told him as I put
my head through mine.

He looked at me and giggled. "I didn't bring one." Peter said. "I left the
house so fast I forgot a shirt." He explained.

I grabbed another T-shirt out of my drawer and handed it to him. "Here you
go. I'm glad you came over so fast." I told him. We took off to the
restaurant soon after that.

We got back about an hour later, with stuffed tummies. I don't think I need
to go into detail about breakfast, but the pancakes were good, and we
couldn't take our eyes off each other.

Once we got in the house, we both stripped off our shirts. Peter flopped on
the couch; I went back to the pool to see that everything was
working. Seeing that it was, I went back into the house to see if Peter
wanted to take a swim. I found out, I didn't need to ask him. He had
already stripped off his shorts and was standing naked there in the middle
of the living room. God I love this boy!

"Is it time to take a swim now?" Peter asked.

I quickly dropped my shorts. "I think it is! Come on, let's go!" I told
him.

Peter almost passed me to get to the pool first. But I think it was a close
tie, as we both jumped into the pool. We swam around for a while until we
were both tired. We got up and sat in the deck chairs.

After we sat in the chairs for a while, drying off in the sun, Peter
cleared his throat. "Um, John, can I ask you a question?" Peter said. I was
about to answer him that he just had, but then I saw his face looked very
serious.

"Sure Peter, you can ask me anything you want." I said to Peter.

"Well uh, I was just thinking, that, well, I mean, I was wondering about
your family. See, you know my family, and they know you. I just don't know,
I was just wondering who your family is?" Peter asked me.

He was right, I knew his whole family. His brother, his mom, and dad. And
no one knew about my family.

"You're right Peter, I should tell you about my family. But I should warn
you, it's nothing like your family." I said to Peter. I was hoping he would
drop the subject. But I also knew he had a right to know where I came
from. So I started telling him my story.

I had a happy childhood; at least that's what I remember. It was when I
turned fifteen that everything changed, at least as far as my home life. I
myself had changed long before that.

The earliest I can remember thinking that I was gay was when I was
twelve. I heard other boys talking about the girls, for some reason I
didn't think that was much fun. However, I did like watching the boys talk
about the girls. I managed to keep my secret until I was fifteen. If it
wasn't for that damn magazine. The one day I leave it on my bed, is the one
day my mom finds it.

Let me tell you about my mom and dad. They were the most homophobic people
that I ever knew. I would hear my dad say a few times that if any of his
kids are fags he would shoot them. So I knew to be very careful, and keep
my mouth shut.

So back to that magazine. It was the first one I ever got; of course, it
was a gay porno magazine. I usually put it in between my mattress and box
spring. And since I do my own sheets, I knew nobody would find it
there. But this time I forgot to put it away and I left it on top of my
bed. I don't know why she came in that day, she usually never does. But
when I got home that afternoon after swimming in the public pool, she was
standing there in the doorway of the house waiting for me.

"Where did you get this?" My mom screamed at me before I could even get
inside the house.

I just stood there with my mouth hanging open, unable to speak. My worst
nightmare was coming true.

"Where did you get this filthy magazine?" She screamed at me again, waving
that damn magazine. Before I knew it, she had grabbed my arm and dragged me
into the house. I heard the door slam shut behind me. I knew I was dead
meat.

After she screamed at me some more, I just stood there unable to speak. She
finally told me to get to my room and to stay there until my father got
home. I knew what that meant, probably me being beaten and thrown out of
the house. I figured if I was going to be thrown out of the house anyway, I
might as well leave now.

So I grabbed the suitcase in my closet and stuffed it full of clothes. I
grabbed my hidden stash of cash that I was keeping just for this
occasion. I was all set to jump out the window, but then I heard my mom on
the phone. It didn't take much to hear her, she was screaming just like she
was at me. She must be talking to my dad. So instead of jumping out the
window, I just went out the front door and headed down the street.

There is a bus stop just down the street so I hopped on that and started
heading out of the city. I didn't know where I was going or what I was
going to do. I was also scared shitless. I rode the bus system as far as it
went as long as it was away from my house.

I got off the bus at the final stop. It is now starting to get dark. I
didn't know which way to walk, so I just started walking. Then I got to
thinking, what the fuck have I got myself into? Here I am, alone, carrying
a large suitcase. I must look like the perfect target. Then that's when I
noticed it.

A nice shiny red Cadillac drove by me for the third time. The next thing I
knew the car had stopped right next to me. I looked over in the passenger
window lowered.

"Hey kid, are you lost?" This man inside the car asked me.

I didn't know what to say, so I just made up something. "No, I'm just
heading to grandmas." I stuttered out.

"Oh, that's nice. Would you like a lift?" The man asked.

"No thank you, it's just down the next street." I told the man.

"Oh, down Sycamore Street?" The man asked.

"Yeah, Sycamore Street." I said nodding my head.

"Son, there is no Sycamore Street." He told me.

Shit, now what do I do. I have this big suitcase with everything that I own
in it. The man must have seen my look.

"Look son," the man said quietly, "I don't know what you're running from,
and I don't care, but you won't last a night out here like that."

I knew he was right, but what was I to do?

"I have a place that I'll let you stay at tonight. You can have your own
room with a door that locks." He started telling me. "It's just around the
corner, so why don't you hop in the car and I'll take you there now." I
just stood there; I didn't know what to think. Was he going to rape me, or
kill me? Not that it mattered I guess. So I got in the car.

"My name is Carl." Carl told me.

I just sat there in the seat not saying a word.

"This is usually where you say your name." Carl said as he glanced at me
while he drove.

"I'm John." I said. I didn't have enough courage to look at the man.

"It's nice to meet you John." Carl said to me.

The car was quiet again. I knew he wanted to say more to me. I was hoping
that he wouldn't. I was also afraid he was going to rape me. I knew I would
have no power to fend him off.

We soon pulled up to a big old house. The house was very well kept up, so
even though it was old, the house was in good shape. The man, Carl, pulled
the car into a large garage and the door shut behind us.

"Well, here we are!" Carl said energetically. "Hope you like it."

I just nodded my head. I felt like my body was in a dream world and that
was just drifting through.

"Follow me and I'll show you to the room you sleep in tonight." Carl said
as he went up the stairs. I followed him with my suitcase. He led me to a
nice bedroom with a nice double bed and dresser. Just then my stomach
rumbled. "Sounds like you're hungry. You get yourself organized and I'll go
down and fix you a sandwich." He said and he turned and left the room
leaving me standing there.

I sat down on the bed and cried. My life as I had known it is now over and
I had no idea how I would live. I also have a feeling that I was going to
have to do something with this man. Something that I haven't done before,
sex.

As I was sitting there in the bed feeling sorry for myself I noticed a
shape standing in the door. I wiped my eyes and looked closer. It wasn't
Carl, it was another boy.

"Hey, you ok?" The boy asked me. I just stared at him. "Oh, sorry, I'm
Tom. I'm staying in a room down the hall. Did Carl bring you here?"

It took me a second to realize he was actually talking to me. "Yeah, Carl
brought me." I answered the boy.

"What's your name?" Tom asked me.

"John." I said. I took a closer look at the boy. He wasn't bad looking. He
was about five feet tall, thin, not bad looking face. In addition, he was
smiling at me.

Just then, Carl appeared behind Tom. "I got a couple sandwiches downstairs
for you boys." He told us.

"Thanks Carl. Come on John, follow me." Tom told me. I got up quietly
followed him back down the stairs and into the kitchen. Carl made a couple
of rather large ham sandwiches. It was good; I didn't realize how hungry I
was.

Tom finished his sandwich and let out a loud belch. Then he giggled. "Skews
me. Thanks Carl." He told the man.

"Thank you Carl." I muttered as I looked at my plate.

"Let's go to the living room and we can talk John." Carl told me.

Great, this is it; this is when he wants sex. I was starting to shake. This
has already been a long day, I had a feeling it was going to be a long
night.

We both sat down on his couch in the living room facing each other. "OK
John, I'd like to ask you some questions. They may be kind of personal, but
believe me I've heard it before." Carl started out saying. "Is that ok with
you?" He asked me.

"Um, yeah." I managed to get out.

"First off John, I want you to relax. I'm not going hurt you. If I can, I'd
like to help you. Let me tell you a little bit about myself. I'm fifty-nine
years old, in good health, and I'm independently wealthy. So money doesn't
mean much to me. I'm also gay. Nowadays what I do is try to help boys like
you." Carl stated. "So I guess my first question is what are you running
from?"

I just sat there staring at my hands in my lap. What was I supposed to say,
would he send me back?

"Let me tell you this John. I will not send you back; I will not call the
cops unless you did something against the law." Carl told.

I took a chance and believed him. "My parents found out that I was gay. I
know my dad hates queers. So I left before he can get to me. Please don't
send me back." I pleaded. "I'll do anything you want me to do, anything." I
said looking back down at my hands.

"Thank you for telling me that John. Don't worry, you don't need to go
back. But, I would like to call your parents just to see what they would
say." He told me. "So if you give me your phone number, I'll do that right
now."

I didn't feel like I had any other choice, so I gave him my number. He
picked up the phone by the couch and phoned my parents.

"Hello Mr. Smith, I'm here with your son John." Carl said on the phone.

I can hear my father from where I was sitting. He was screaming and
yelling. Most of what I heard was faggot this and faggot that.

"Right now he is staying at my place." Carl said to my dad.

But I heard very clearly as my dad yelled in the phone, "You can keep that
little faggot, I don't want anything to do with him." He yelled.

"Very well then Sir, tomorrow a lawyer will be visiting you. You have some
papers for you to sign so that I have legal guardianship of your son." Carl
said.

It took me a second to realize what Carl had just said. He wanted legal
guardianship of me. He didn't even know me. Why is he doing this?

"That's just fine," I heard my dad say as he still yelled, "I want nothing
to do with that faggot ever again."

I couldn't help it, I started crying. My own family doesn't want me.

Carl didn't say anything after that, he just hung up the phone. "Do you
understand what I'm doing?" Carl asked me.

"I understand what you're doing, but I don't know why. You don't even know
me." I cried.

"John, you're not the first boy I brought here, you already met Tom." Carl
told me. "I can see in your eyes that you're not going to be a threat to
any of us here. All I ask you to do here is to be a good boy, go to school,
and possibly to college."

College, yeah right. Just then, I yawned.

"You must be tired John, I can imagine it was a pretty trying day for you."
Carl told me. "Why don't you go on upstairs and go to bed. There's a
bathroom right across the hall from your bedroom. You can take a shower if
you want."

"Thank you Carl. I think I'll just go to bed though." I said. I stood up
and went upstairs to my bedroom. I closed the door and made sure that it
was locked. Then I thought Carl probably had a key for the door anyway. I
guess I didn't really think about it too much, after all he hasn't tried
anything on me yet. I took my clothes off down to my boxers, and then I
climbed into bed. I think I was asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

"No daddy, I'll be good. Please don't hit me, I'll not be gay." I told my
dad. He was screaming at me in my bedroom. He had his belt in his hand. He
brought it up over his head and was about to hit me with it.

I screamed. Then I woke up.

"Fuck, it was a dream." I muttered. I pulled the sheets off; they were cold
and damp with my sweat.

Knock, knock, knock.

Fuck, I said to myself, now I had woken up Carl. I took a deep breath, went
to the door, and opened it. I guess the surprise showed on my face, it
wasn't Carl, it was Tom.

"Are you ok?" Tom asked me.

I guess I didn't answer right away.

"John, are you ok?" He asked me again.

"I'm, uh, yeah, no, I mean..." I stuttered. How could I say I was ok, when
I didn't even know what tomorrow will bring. Then I lost it, I started
crying. Right in front of Tom.

"Come on John; let's go sit on the bed." Tom told me.

I didn't even resist him. I had no more energy left in me. I was still
crying when I sat down on the bed.  I felt Tom sit down next to me.

"Did you have a bad dream?" He asked me.

"Yeah, my dad, he was going to...beat me, because I was gay. I tried to
tell him, but he wouldn't listen. I was going to change, I won't be gay. He
was about to hit me when I woke up." I told Tom.

"Hey well, you know it was just a dream. Now you got Carl, he's even going
to be your guardian. I know you don't know him or me at all, but trust me
when I say this, Carl's the best." Tom was telling me. "As long as you
don't screw him, you won't have anything to worry about." Tom said.

"So are you, I mean, is Carl your guardian too?" I asked him.

"Naw, not really. He's letting me stay here till I get things worked out
with my parents." Tom said to me. "I've been here about a month."

"So are you, um, gay?" I asked him.

"Yeah, I'm just like you!" He said and smiled.

"Did your dad threatened to kill you to?" I asked him.

"No, but they weren't very happy about it. So I took off." Tom said.

"So you came and lived with Carl?" I asked Tom.

"No not right away. I managed to live on the street for a couple
months. Then Carl found me." Tom told me. "I didn't know how else to make
money, so I did what everybody else did on the street. I sold myself."

"Really! Man, were you scared?" I asked. I'm not sure I wanted to know what
his answers were, because I still don't know if that would be me too.

"Yeah, I've never done that before. I hope I don't have to again." He
said. "But you on the other hand, I heard you just left today. Carl found
you right away, that makes you a very lucky guy."

I guess the look I gave him was that I didn't believe him. After all, it
did sound almost too good to be true.

"I can see you don't believe me, but you'll find out, Carl's the coolest
guy you'll ever know." Tom tried to reassure me. "And if you're worried
about him ever touching you, don't be. He's never touched me, even after
knowing what I did on the street. All he said to me was the same thing that
he said to you, be a good boy, go to school, and maybe to college." Tom
finished saying.

"Thanks Tom, thank you for talking to me." I said.

"Do you think you can go back to sleep now?" Tom asked.

"Yeah, I think so. Can you stay near for a few more minutes?" I asked him
as I slipped back into the bed. I tried to avoid the wet spots, but with
Tom still sitting on my bed, I didn't really care.

I woke with a bright light shining in my eyes; it was the sun coming
through the window. It was a strange window; I don't remember this window
in my bedroom. "Fuck!" I said aloud, I'm not in my bedroom. Oh yeah, I ran
away. Now I'm in this guy's house that I don't even know. I remember he
said there was a bathroom across the hall. I don't remember where he said
the towels are. I still had my shorts on from last night, so I opened the
door and stuck my head out into the hallway. "AAAHHH!!" I yelled. Tom was
standing right in front of my door. It scared the shit out of me.

Tom jumped back. A shocked look on his face.

"Are you guarding my door?" I said.

"Huh?" Tom said. "Oh no, I was just, I mean, I heard you yell and I didn't
know if you are having another bad dream." He managed to stumble out.

I think I embarrassed him, but he did scare the shit out of me. I smiled at
him. "Oh, sorry. No, I didn't have a bad dream. I just didn't realize where
I was when I woke up." I told him still smiling. I think this the first
time I've smiled since yesterday morning, before my life blew up. As soon
as I thought that, my smile went away.

"Um, since you're here, I'd like to take a shower. But I don't know where
the towels are." I said to the still embarrassed Tom. I noticed he was kind
of cute when he was embarrassed. Then I noticed, his eyes slowly going down
my body and stopping at my crotch. I looked down there too. I looked like a
giant big top down there with one single pole pushing out. Suddenly, I was
the embarrassed one. I quickly moved my hips behind the door. I felt my
face getting hot.

"Hey, that's ok. I've seen them before, but yours sure is nice." Tom told
me. "Yeah, and the towels, there should be one on the rack for you in the
bathroom. If I know Carl, he's got it all set for you."

Tom kept standing outside my door. I kept myself hidden halfway behind the
door. It seemed like we stood there for a minute, it was probably only a
few seconds. I finally thought, fuck it, he's already seen my tent, so what
more do I have to hide? So I opened the door, walked right past Tom, with
my tent still up, and walked right into the bathroom and shut the door. I
don't know where I got the nerve to do that, but you have to start
somewhere.

I got out of the shower, dried off, and got across to my room without
anybody around. I opened my suitcase and I got a nice set of clean
clothes. Then take a deep breath, I walked out the door and down to the
main floor. I didn't know what I would find down there, but I was relieved
when I saw Carl sitting on the couch drinking some coffee and reading the
paper.

He saw me come in and put down the paper. "Well good morning John." Carl
said to me. "Did you sleep well?" He asked.

"Yeah, no, I mean...thanks for letting me stay here." I said.

"I heard you had a bad dream." Carl said it more as a statement that a
question.

"I'm sorry; I didn't mean to wake you." I said. I couldn't help it, I could
feel tears starting to form in my eyes.

"Oh don't worry about that, like I told you yesterday, you're not the first
boy that I've brought here. Almost every one of you boys has had a few
nights like yours. I know how traumatic it is, I was there myself once."
Carl told me. "Now, how about some breakfast." He asked me smiling.

I smiled back at him. "Thank you that would be nice."

I paused telling my story to Peter at that point. I didn't realize at the
time just how hard it is to still remember this part of my life.

Peter leaned over and kissed me. "So did you ever get back with your
parents?" He asked me.

"No, no I'm afraid not. I don't even know if they're still alive. I never
looked for them, and I don't think they've looked for me." I told Peter. I
sighed, then I said, "It don't matter anyway, I had Carl."

I continued with my story.

After a while of staying with Carl, I was getting to trust him more. I
found he kept his word to me; he got me enrolled in the local high
school. I kept my word and graduated near the top of my class. Carl even
kept his word on sending me to college.

After I got out of college, I got a job with this electronics firm. I've
always liked messing with electronics, but this job is more business than
electronics. I stayed at the job, not because I wanted to, but because I
had to just to make a living. Even though I wasn't living with Carl
anymore, we still kept in touch. Either we would talk on the phone or we
would send each other a letter. Then suddenly, the mail stopped coming from
him, and when I would call him, first, it would just ring, and then a voice
would say the number had been disconnected. I didn't know what was going
on.

I couldn't get back home for a few months, I was worried sick as to what
happened to him. When I did get back, the house was all locked up and my
key didn't work anymore. Now I was really worried. I was about to get in my
car and leave when a longtime neighbor came out waving at me.

"John! John! Wait a second!" She was yelling at me. "I have something to
tell you." She said to me as she approached my car.

"Mrs. Johnson, it's nice to see you again. What happened to Carl?" I asked
her.

"Oh John, Carl had a terrible accident. He slipped and fell on his
head. I'm afraid he never woke up." Mrs. Johnson told me. "I'm sorry John;
I know what Carl meant to you."

I just stood there dumbfounded as Mrs. Johnson walked back to her
house. Carl was dead? The man who saved me? What am I going to do now?

I got back in my car and drove the three hours back home. I called in sick
to work for the next two days and just holed up in my apartment. I knew I
was feeling sorry for myself, but I think I deserved it.

On the third day of myself feeling sorry, I was about to go to work when I
got a phone call. It was some attorney; he wanted me to come in to talk
about Carl's will. Carl's will?

I quickly called my job and told them I won't be in again today. I went
downtown to the building that I was directed to. It was one of the nicer
buildings in town. The lawyer's office is the top floor of the building. I
was impressed to say the least.

I'll just get right to it, that's also what the lawyer said. He told me I
get everything. I thought, that's nice. Then he showed me the final number,
it was huge. It is more than I could ever spend in my lifetime. Along with
the money came those five electronic stores.

"So, this isn't the house that you grew up in?" Peter asked me.

"No, Carl bought this house for me. He was going to give it to me and then
he died. I had a choice to go back to the old house, or live here. I
decided this place would be easier to keep up. Plus it had a pool and hot
tub!" I told Peter.

"So was your trip as boring as I think it was?" I asked Peter.

"Yeah, my cousins are ok, but when you're stuck in a hotel even the pool
can get boring." Peter told me. "So what did you do while I was gone?" He
asked me.

"Um..." I started to say. So should I tell him everything? Or nothing?



Writers Notes: Ok guys, should John tell everything? I'm leaning towards
yes. However, if I hear more no's, I'll take that into consideration. I
know there wasn't much sex in this chapter. However, I felt it was time to
give a little bit more background.

The next chapter, I plan on giving a little background of Yin. I know
there's a few of you who want to know how he learned what he knows. I've
been thinking about this chapter for a while. I hope that I'll be able to
get it put down sooner than this chapter came out.

Thanks for reading an e-mail if you want. I'll try to answer your e-mails,
but sometimes that takes a while too.