Date: Sat, 10 Oct 2009 16:46:26 +0800
From: Pedrick Oman <pedoman1975@gmail.com>
Subject: Story submission - The Captive Boy, Chapter 8

Foreword: This story was a pure fiction.  I have to admit that it was not
my best writing, but was an important one for me.  The main story line was
developed since I was about 10 years old, and had been evolving for more
than 20 years.  Now, in my middle 30s, I finally wrote it down, and added
many other elements to form a complete story.  I do hope that you like it.
I'd like to get your feedback, about your thoughts of this story, or any
other things.

BTW, I received some feedbacks.  I'm really happy to know that you enjoyed
this story.  Most of you also told me that my English was not THAT bad.  I
do appreciate your encouragement. :-) Special thanks to Matt, who helped me
a lot proofreading and giving me many great suggestions.

-- pedoman <pedoman1975@gmail.com>


The Captive Boy - Chapter 8


Joey and Johnny were sitting in front of a campfire, both shirtless.  About
half a month before, the anti-government army started a new battle in the
north of Leer.  They attacked several big towns in the north, and soon
controlled about one fourth of the area in the north in only a few
days. Soon they were ready to attack Leer City, the capital of Leer.  Joey
then got an order asking them to stop all their missions, and withdraw as
soon as possible.

Joey arranged for his troops to withdraw, but then he decided to carry out
his promise to Johnny.  He didn't go back with his troops, but took Johnny
to the north to find his comrades.

They walked through the tropical jungle.  Each time they arrived at a place
to camp, Joey would set some warning devices and traps around.  Soon he
found that Johnny could complete everything he was asked using those skills
that Joey taught him, without needing anymore help.  Joey felt quite
surprised about Johnny's gift.

And when they camped, Joey liked to sit in front of their campfire with
Johnny, and talk to him and make him laugh.  Johnny was still very quiet,
but he relaxed enough to quit displaying his poker face to Joey.  When they
saw a lake or a river, Joey liked to teach Johnny to swim.  After swimming,
they would hug and fondle each other in the nude.  Johnny enjoyed these
moments a lot, and he would jerk Joey off, but still refused to suck Joey's
penis, or let Joey fuck him.  Joey understood why, so he didn't force
Johnny.

Joey watched Johnny's small body, and his scars.  Then he looked at Johnny
from the side.

"You know?  You are actually a very handsome boy," said Joey.

Johnny looked at Joey, and smiled.

Joey hugged Johnny with his arms, and kissed his cheek.

"May I ask you a question?" said Joey.  "Do you know when you entered into
the anti-government army?"

Johnny shrugged.

"You were there when you had your youngest memories?"

Johnny nodded.

"Can you read or do some simple arithmetic?"

Johnny shook his head.

Joey thought for a moment, and asked, "Let me ask you another question.
What would you do if you found your fellows?  Would you fight with them
again?"

Johnny lowered his head and didn't answer Joey.  After a minute, Johnny
said, "I don't know."

Joey tried to sound Johnny out.  "Then, would you like to go with me after
finding your fellows?"

Johnny raised his head.  "Go with you?"

"Yes.  Back to my hometown.  In the United States."

Johnny knew the United States.  He knew that Jack's father was from there.
But it was far, far away.

"It's a good place," said Joey.  "I don't want to be a mercenary anymore.
Let's live together; the two of us.  Okay?"

Johnny didn't answer Joey but lowered his head again.

Joey caressed Johnny's bare back.  "It's all right.  It may take us a few
more days to find your fellows.  We can discuss it then.  Now let's sleep."

Joey took Johnny back to the camp.  He lay there thinking about their
plans; where and how to find Johnny's fellows, and what to do after finding
them.  After several minutes, he found that Johnny's eyes were still open.

"Why aren't you asleep?" asked Joey.

Johnny didn't answer.

"What are you thinking about?"

Still no answer.

Joey kissed Johnny's face.  "Is what I said confusing you?"

Johnny sat up and watched the campfire from inside the tent.  Joey sat up
too.

"What's the matter?" asked Joey.

Johnny shook his head.

"If you don't want to go with me, I would never force you," said Joey.

"You... " Johnny turned his head to Joey, and finally said, "You really
wanna take me with you?"

Joey nodded.

"But... " Johnny murmured.

"But what?"

"But... " Johnny made up his mind.  "But I'm dirty."

"You're dirty?  What do you mean?"

"I... I... "  Johnny lowered his head again.  "So many people fucked
me... "

"Including Ann and George, right?"

After hesitating for a few seconds, Johnny nodded.

"So?  Why did you say you are dirty?"

"Because... because... "

A short pause, and Joey saw tears dropping down Johnny's face.

"Because I liked it... "


-- To be continued.