Date: Thu, 26 Jun 2003 14:32:27 +1000
From: David Weick <venturis682@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Rescuee chap 6 (M/Y)

The Rescuee Chapter 6
By Venturis

Disclaimer: If this type of material is illegal in your state or you
are too young, then don't read it!

This story is set in Queensland Australia, and most Australian
slang terms used are explained. I apologise if any readers were a
little confused as to where the story is set.

Comments to venturis682@hotmail.com

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Chris moved in behind me and told me to stay inside Tristian, a suggestion
Tristian was only too happy with! I felt Chris slide his young cock back
inside me, that action alone enough to set my half-hard cock back to its
full erected state. The three of us made love in that position, and in many
other's, finally falling asleep in the wee small hours. I had one boy on
either side of me as I drifted off into a deep sleep, dimly aware of the two
little dogs as they settled onto the bed, their heads resting against their
new family. Life it seemed had come full circle, the boys were safe with
their new "dad" and with their lover's, I was safe with my new "family" and
the little dogs were safe with their new masters. How good was this?

***************

The next couple of days were like a nightmare! Between moving and cleaning
both houses for the new owner, we were running around like blue arsed flies!
(Slang - Going non-stop) Of course my parents had to help, and I was glad to
have my mum's experience at organising things, and my dad's general
handiness. I had helped Tristian to pack up his house, but there was little
he wanted to take with him, the rest of his parent's furniture he would
place in an auction. The reasoning was he didn't want anything to remind him
of his lost youth, a reasoning I certainly agreed with!

Perhaps the most surprising thing though was when we pulled up at our new
home, our entourage consisting of me and the boys in the Olds, two moving
vans and my parents and my brother Shane in dad's car. The first thing dad
said was, 'Now Josh, you've got a lot of work to do here to get this place
looking anything remotely like a farm, so mum and I will move the caravan
out here tomorrow and we will help you get the place in order!'

'But, dad...' I started.

'No buts about it boy. There is simply too much work to do for you and the
boys, and don't forget they'll be at school most of the time, which only
leaves you! Mum and I are happy to come out here for a couple of months and
help you get sorted.'

'That's right Joshua,' mum put in, 'You can't do everything, besides, it'll
give dad and I a chance to get to know your new family, since they're a part
of our family now too!'

I knew that once mum's mind was made up there was no point arguing, and to
be truthful, I could use the help!

We moved most of our belongings into the workers quarters, basically a long
building with two bedrooms, a common kitchen/sitting room, and an outside
toilet/shower facility. At least it was clean, (or it least it was after
cyclone mum had been through!)

Mum, dad and Shane left after we had everything neatly stored in its place,
very much a temporary arrangement. The boys were tired and so was I, so we
made a quick meal of canned soup and toast, and wandered off to our beds.
The boys had taken one bedroom and I had the other, and since I had given
the boys my queen size bed, I was left with a mattress on the floor. I
undressed and almost fell into the rough bed, as I started to nod off, I
could hear the boys giggling in their room, it seemed they had found a
little reserve energy, and as I listened to their nightime fun, I felt a
little jealous, and a little sad. I could have been part of their nightly
romp, but I had fucked up any chance of a longtime threesome with the boys.
That was a little hard to accept, it had been my fault, I had expected too
much too soon, but I was still happy that at least I could be like a father
to them, very happy in fact!

True to their word, mum and dad turned up bright and early the next day,
their 30 Ft caravan riding along behind the 4WD. They parked it away from
the quarters a little, so everyone could have their privacy, then while dad
and I looked over the old house and sheds, mum started cooking a big
breakfast for us all.

After breakfast, mum took both boys to the house and they all started
cleaning the place from top to bottom, noting what needed repairing and so
on to make it livable. Dad and I went over to the equipment shed to inspect
the farm gear. It was not encouraging! Of the three tractors, only one was
in anything like working order, and it sounded as though it would stop at
any moment, the other two wouldn't even start. The equipment that we would
need to cut and bale the 300 acres of Pangola hay was old and worn, but
could be repaired good enough to get in the crop that was waiting in the
field. Not much of the other gear was in any better condition, but at least
it could wait until we needed it before it had to be repaired.

Dad and I split up, I started on the tractors while dad started repairing
the mower. The rest of the week was pretty much the same thing, except now
the boys were helping my other brother Ryan, who was a builder to fix the
house up. Mum of course by now had everything shining and looking good,
she'd even found time somehow to lay out a vegetable garden, and was putting
up a fence around a 100 square metre section. By herself!

The boys must have taken pity on me because they each spent one night a week
alone with me, making love, talking or whatever, but it still wasn't the
same as before somehow. Oh I loved my boys, loved them to death, but now I
was more like a dad than a lover, and that hurt a little. After almost a
week I had entrenched myself in the farmwork, and accepted the rare night
with one of my boys as a bonus.

At last Sunday rolled around and we decided to have the day off, we all
slept late in the morning then breakfast was combined with lunch, with dad
barbecuing steaks on the front lawn while the rest of us just lazed about in
the sun. The boys of course were playing silly games with a water hose and a
long sheet of builder's plastic, turning it into a sort of waterslide. Of
course whenever you mix boys and water the inevitable happened, everyone
including mum got wet! We had a great day, and I think that day we all
bonded as a family, it was great to see! Finally we had all had enough of
play, and we all made our way to bed. Tomorrow I would take the boys to
enrol at their new school, then dad and I would see if our efforts where
enough to start cutting the ever ripening crop of hay.

**

As soon as the morning chores were out of the way and we had all
breakfasted, I loaded the boys into the olds and we drove the twenty or so
kilometres to the new school. We all made our way to the admin office and
were soon filling out form after form, a quick interview with the principal
and the boys were shown to their classes. Both were in the same classes, so
I knew they would protect each other, but they had both been given a warning
about appearing overly gay. The school was only a rather small one, with
mostly country kids attending. Their outlook on life left little tolerance
for people who where different, be they black, white, straight or gay. If
you didn't fit the mould, you became a target, and I had made sure both boys
understood that. They assured me that it would be allright, so I left them
at school, they would catch a bus home after school, and would bus to and
from school from then on.

About 10:00 am I arrived back at the farm, parked the car and made my way to
the equipment shed. Dad was waiting, he had two tractors (the only two we
could get working!) hooked up to the two mowers ready to cut the hay crop.
We both said a silent prayer as we hit the starters and both machines roared
into life. I selected reverse gear on my machine and backed out of the shed,
then gradually working through the gears I made my way towards the first
field some 2 kilometres away.

Both machines made it the field, and with dad instructing me on how to cut
the hay, we started our day in the field. Surprisingly everything went quite
well. We only stopped when mum showed up with lunch and once that was
consumed went straight back to work. 300 acres is a lot of ground, and it
would take the two of us about three days just to mow it. Then we would have
to bale it and transport it all back to the storage sheds. Then we still had
to find a market for it, but I wasn't worried about that. A recent dry spell
had left many cattle growers begging for good feed, so we could nearly name
our price.

Dad and I spent the next week mowing and baling the hay, when the boys came
home from school each day they would bring out a trailer behind dads 4WD and
load up and move the bales a few at a time to the sheds. It was slow going,
but we were making headway.

On the Saturday morning after the first week, we got a visitor, just as we
were all about to go out and start for the day, it was one of the local
cattlemen.

'G'day mate, I'm Dan Mersey' he said in his slow country drawl, 'I hear you
might have a bit of hay you want to sell.'

'Josh Williams, Yea mate, I do, why's that.' I replied offering my hand.

'I'd like to buy some if you want to sell it, how much you got?'

'Well it's not all in yet, but it looks like around 1000 round bales, but I
want to keep 200 bales for myself. The rest is for sale though.'

'I'll give you a fair price for the rest. My cows are getting a bit hungry.
How does hundred dollars a bale sound?'

'Fine I guess, I really have no idea how much it goes for.'

'Generally around ninety dollars a bale, but I know this crop, not much weed
in it, so I'm happy to pay the extra.'

We talked a bit longer, he wrote out a cheque for half the estimated yield
and said he'd send his boys around later to start loading the hay. I asked
if he had mechanical loader, as ours was out of action, and he said he'd
send one with his boys.

That done it was off to work for us, we were all happier knowing that we had
just sold our first crop, we could afford to put in another larger crop
after this one, and with the demand for good feed, a market was almost
guaranteed!

Just as we were stopping for lunch, two semi trailers (18-Wheelers or big
rigs) showed up at the field, followed closely by a tractor with a loader on
the front. I guessed correctly that it was the cattleman's workers come to
collect the first of their hay. A young man, about twenty, jumped down from
the first semi, a smile across his tanned face, his eyes shaded by his
Akubra (Aussie version of the Stetson).

'G'day!' he drawled, 'Which one of you is Josh?'

'Yea, g'day mate.' I replied, 'That would be me. You here for the hay?'

'Yea, dad said you had about 800 bales, that right? Oh I'm Jason Mersey.' He
added offering his hand.

'Yep, sorry it's all still in the paddock though!'

'That's OK, me and the boys'll have it sorted in no time! Just having lunch
are ya?'

'Yea.'

'Mind if we join ya?'

We all sat around and had our lunch, the newcomers making us laugh at some
of the stories of past and present characters in the district. Finally it
was time to go back to work, and as the boys and I continued with the baling
and transporting of my part of the crop, the neighbours men loaded both
trucks with hay, and headed off with the first of many loads.

By mid week the next week all the hay was in, and dad and I were working on
the next project. Getting gear ready to plant the next crop. We soon settled
into a nice routine, and the next two months were about the most enjoyable
of my life. The farm took shape, things started to look up for us. Both
Chris and Tristian were doing well in their new school, with no trouble so
to speak. It was about then that I got a phone call that would change the
rest of my life, a call that would lead me to meet the person I had always
dreamed of, my perfect match!

**********
>From Chris's point of view.
**********

For the first two months at our new home it seemed as though it was a never
ending list of chores! Oh both Tristian and I knew it was necessary to get
the farm up and running, but we were having second thoughts about this
farming lark! Still, our dad was happy enough, but I think he was blaming
himself too much for Tristian and I becoming lovers.

We made a point of each spending at least one night a week with him, and we
all enjoyed the sex a great deal, but we could never seem to get that same
feeling going. Tristian and I had become so close we were more than just
friends or brothers, we thought as one, we looked after each other, and we
were so much in love. But we still felt a little obligated to our dad for
all he had done, after all, he was the one single person who had shown both
Tristian and I what love was, how could we forget him? Still, I wished he'd
find himself a man! Call me fickle, but I wanted Tristian to myself, and
when it was Tristian's turn to spend the night fucking Josh, I would lay
awake for hours with jealousy!

After about a month, Uncle Ryan had finished the house, and it looked better
than anything I had ever seen! It was a big old colonial style home, with
four bedrooms, a large open plan lounge/dining area, the kitchen was
massive, with a walk in cold room and also a walk in freezer! Each bedroom
now had it's own private bathroom, and each had built in closets. The whole
house was surrounded by a large verandah running around the full length of
the house. We had even put a pool in the backyard for those hot summer days!
The only trouble with having a pool though was that Tristian and I had to
take turns cleaning it! But it would be worth it in summer!

The day we all moved into the house will always remain in my mind for as
long as I live. It was quite a hot day for the time of year, and after
moving all our belongings from the workers quarters where we had been living
into the new house, we were all hot and sweaty.
Tristian suggested a swim in the new pool and we all agreed, and it being
the first time we had swum in the new pool we made sure we christened it and
the house well! Even Poppy (Josh's dad) and Nan (Josh's mum) got into the
act, swimming the length of the pool several times before Poppy started the
barbecue up and began cooking steaks as only Poppy could.

After several hours of skylarking and enjoying ourselves, Nan and Poppy made
their way back to their caravan, I looked at Tristian and with an unspoken
agreement we decided to treat Josh to something he had been missing out on
for some time. He was lying on a banana chair by the pool, his eyes half
closed so Tristian and I snuck up on him, he didn't even hear us coming!
Tristian lent down and planted the biggest kiss on his lips, just as I sat
down in his lap, my hands immediately caressing his chest. I heard him moan
around Tristian's lips as they kissed, so I ran my hands down along his
muscled body until I came to his package, still hiding in his speedos.
Immediately I felt him harden, I slipped my hands down either side of his
swimwear and pulled gently. I took his hard cock in my hand and gently began
to stroke it, sensing the pleasure racing through Josh's body as he relaxed
into our ministrations.

Tristian and I then took a hand each and pulled him to his feet, then led
him into our bedroom. We both stripped our speedos off, then continued to
kiss and lick Josh all over. Tristian gently pulled him down onto the bed
and I followed, my roving tongue never leaving his body. Tristian sat down
on Josh's face, and Josh was straight away pleasuring Tristian with his
tongue. I went down on Josh, my hot tongue licking his hard cock, tasting
the unique flavour that was Josh. I lifted his legs up high and let my mouth
wander down to his hole, my tongue slipped inside him, lubing him for what
would follow.

I pulled away from his hole and repositioned myself so my cock was at the
entrance to his hole, gently I pushed my raging hard-on into Josh, and he
let out a low moan around the mouthful of Tristian's cock that was in his
mouth. Slowly I entered him until I could feel my pubes brush against his
cheeks, then I just as gently withdrew, then pushed in, then out, quickly
building a slow steady sensual rhythm.

Tristian turned around into a sixty-nine position and while Josh continued
to suck his cock, Tristian took all of Josh into his own mouth, his tongue
rapidly and urgently seeking to bring Josh to orgasm. My pace quickened a
little, I could sense both Josh and Tristian nearing the ultimate conclusion
of our activity. I felt Josh tense under me, his arse muscles tightening
around my cock, I felt him as he shot load after load into Tristian, that
was enough to send me over the edge, I felt myself blast the inside of
Josh's bowel with my hot boy juice. As I ran my hands down along Tristian's
back, I felt his body stiffen in the unmistakable throe's of his passionate
release.

We all fell back on the bed, our bodies entwined in the pleasure of each
other's company. The rest of the night was spent in much the same way, we
made sweet love for an hour or so, then rested for an hour, then more
lovemaking and so on. It was the best night of our lives, with the most
loving people in our lives, a night we will all remember.

***********
>From Josh's point of view.
***********


It had been a hard day, I had been out mending fences, getting the paddocks
ready for the new heifer's we would be getting in the next week. I had
bought 50 head of Red Angus cattle from the same neighbour who had bought
all our hay, and I still needed to finish off the fencing, as well as fix
the cattle yards ready for them.

I had just sat down to lunch at the house when the phone rang, mum answered
it, then called out my name.

'Joshua, it's for you!'

'Coming mum.' I called back. I got up from the table and went over to the
phone and answered it, it was Mandy Sims, the Juvenile Officer at Family
Services.

'Hello Josh, how's things?' She asked.

'Fine, things are coming along great.' I answered.

'How are the boys doing? Liking farm life?'

"Yea they love it. Especially now that we have the place almost looking like
a farm again.'

'Great, you're doing a wonderful job with those boys, you should be very
proud of them!'

'Oh I am Mandy, I am. But you didn't call me up just to piss in my pocket
(Slang - butter one up, praise someone whether praise is due or not.),
what's the real reason you called?'

'You don't miss a trick do you? I have a problem, one that I think you might
be able to help me with.'

'Oh?'

'I need to find a home for a young lad, he's a nice kid, but had a tough
time of it. No one wants him because of certain "special" needs and certain
traits in his make-up.'

'You do have a problem. Dare I ask what the "special needs and certain
traits" are?'

'You may, he's gay, and needs some guidance in that area. He needs someone
like you Josh, someone who is gay himself, has gay kids, and can help him to
find his place in life.'

'So what you're saying is you want me to take in another poor lost boy, love
him as a friend and as a father and help him come to terms with his being
gay, that about it?'

'Yea, what do you reckon?'

'When do you need to know by?'

'Tomorrow?'

'OK, let me talk to the boys first, and I'll ring you in the morning. What's
the kids name?'

'Corey, ... Corey Addams, he's fifteen at the moment, turns sixteen in two
months time.'

'OK, I'll ring you tomorrow morning and let you know, it should be fine
though, and I can use the help around here anyway!' I added cheekily.

I rang off and returned to the lunch table, mum saw the look on my face and
asked what was up. We spent the rest of my lunch hour talking about the
proposal, my parents, ever supportive were all for it, and I was sure the
boys would be too.

We finished lunch and returned to work, finishing the fencing about three, I
decided that I would have an early day. The boys would be home from school
in half an hour, and I wanted to get the discussion started so they had time
think it over.

A half-hour later I was sitting on the verandah, a beer in one hand, deep in
thought when my two gorgeous boys arrived home from school. They both
breezed up to me and planted a big kiss on my lips, I was as happy to see
them, as they were to see me!

"How about you boys get changed and grab a drink, then come join me, we need
to have a discussion!'

'What about?' they chorused defensively.

'Nothing you've done, but we have to make a decision that will have an
effect on all our lives, so get changed!'

They scurried off in the boisterous fashion of all teenage boys and were
soon sitting in chairs facing me, they only wore shorts and each held a Coke
in their hand.

I explained about the call from Mandy, about how she wanted us to take in
another boy, what I knew of him and so on. We talked for a couple of hours
discussing the pros and cons, mum and dad joined us and we talked some more.

Everyone was happy to take in another kid and give him a chance at life, the
decision was actually quite easy to make for me. Since the boys had been
spending nearly all their time together I felt as though I needed something
or someone in my life. This would be perfect, I hoped we had all made the
right decision!

***

The next morning after the boys had left for school I made the call to
Mandy, she asked if I could come into town that day to meet Corey and bring
him home. I agreed and told mum and dad I would be going to town to meet our
new addition.

An hour later I walked into Mandy's office and sat down.

'Thanks for coming in so soon Josh, I appreciate it.' She said.

'That's OK, so what can you tell me about him?'

She handed me a folder from the top of a pile on her desk, I opened it and
began to read. Corey had indeed had a tough time of life. His entire family
had been killed in a car crash when he was only six, the only reason he
hadn't died with them was that he was visiting his grandparents at the time.
The only other family he had was his grandparents, and they had both passed
when he was only eight. His grandparents on the other side had passed before
he was even born. Since then he had been in and out of foster homes, copped
abuse in many, especially since he had reached puberty and it become known
that he preferred boys to girls. He had run away from the last two foster
homes due to abuse, and both those families where now paying the cost for
the abuse they had given him. He was literally a lost boy, badly in need of
lots of love and lots of guidance. It was a challenge, no doubt about it,
but the more I read the more certain I became that the boys and I had made
the right decision.

Finally I closed the folder, and looked back at Mandy, 'He certainly has had
a tough time, after reading this I'm sure I've made the right decision
though!'

'That's great, would you like to meet him?'

'Yea, I would, I love to meet him!'

Mandy reached over to the intercom on her desk and pushed a button, then
spoke into it.

'Christine, could you bring Corey Addams into my office please?'

A short time later the door opened and a young lad entered, I turned to see
him for the first time and my heart gave a jump, the boy was gorgeous! He
stood at about five' five had light brown, almost blonde hair that was long
and a little unruly, almost unkempt. His ice blue eyes peered out from
behind thick framed horn rimmed glasses, of which one lens was slightly
cracked, the glasses sat on a small button nose, with just the very lightest
smattering of freckles. A small mouth surrounded by pink lips held a half
smile, a smile that was reflected back up into his eyes. His frame was a
little skinny, almost undernourished, and his clothes seemed old and ill
fitting. But I found myself drawn again and again to those eyes, those
beautiful ice blue eyes!

'Josh, I'd like you to meet Corey Addams, Corey, this is Josh Williams,
he'll be your new foster dad.'

I reached out my right hand to shake the boy's hand, and as our hands met, I
felt what seemed like a jolt of electricity run up my arm and into my heart!
I noticed his eyes widen slightly at the first touch, had he felt the same
sensation?

'H...How are you Corey' I stuttered.

'F... Fine thanks.' He stuttered back, his voice was soft, and gentle and so
sweet sounding. If a rose could talk it would sound as sweet as Corey's
voice! I sensed him getting a little heavier as he held my hand, I realised
his knees were weakening under him, and using just the slightest pressure I
held him up. I released his hand when he regained his balance and we both
sat down on a lounge strategically placed by the window.

We sat talking for a short time, getting to know each other, we seemed to be
getting along famously, as though we had known each other for years instead
of only moments. I was sure now I had indeed made the right decision in
taking Corey in as my foster child.

After a while Mandy made motions that said she had much more work to do, so
I took that as our hint to leave. I escorted Corey out of the office, he
picked up a small battered backpack that was next to the secretary's desk,
and struggled to carry it. I took it from him and we made our way back to
where I had the Oldsmobile parked.

His eyes popped when he saw the car, and he immediately started with the
twenty questions routine, we sat in the car just talking as I answered all
his questions, his sweet voice captivating me, I knew I was quickly falling
for this boy!

*************
>From Corey's point of view.
*************

I was so glad I had finally escaped the abuse from my foster parents! This
lot had been the worst yet, with daily beatings and continual verbal abuse,
the worst though had been the fact that they never fed me properly. I had
lost so much weight in the time I had spent in that awful household, even my
ribs were showing through!

I spent a couple of weeks on the streets, living as best I could, until one
night the police had arrested me for stealing food from an all night grocery
store! Of course they soon found out who I was, and I begged them not to
send me back to that horrible place I had escaped from only two weeks prior.
A series of interviews with that nice lady Mandy someone or other, led me to
be sitting in her outer office waiting to meet a new foster dad, someone she
assured me I would like!

At last the secretary called my name and I entered the office, the man
standing before me was my idea of a god! About 30 years old I guessed, five'
ten, brown eyes that smiled right at you, short light brown hair, a little
darker than my own, but his skin! He was tanned so deep it was hard to tell
if he was as white as me underneath or if he was part Italian or Maltese or
something! He reached his hand out to shake mine and as our hands met I felt
a jolt of something race up my arm! My knees became weak and I felt them
start to give way under me, but before I could recover myself, I felt the
lightest of pressure as he held me up! My heart raced as he spoke, his voice
sounded like gold to me, I knew straight away I would like living with this
man!

***********
>From Josh's point of view.
***********

As Corey and I sat in the car talking we became more and more attuned to
each other. It was getting on towards 11:00 AM, so I suggested we go have a
coffee and then do some shopping. I drove to the mall and parked, then led
Corey to my favourite coffee shop. As I walked in I noticed the proprietor,
my old friend Jimmy. We had had a fling for awhile when he moved to
Queensland from California before he bought the coffee shop.

'Josh buddy!' he called in his Californian drawl, 'How are ya mate?'

'Jimmy, you randy bastard! Good mate, good. Hey I want you to meet the
newest addition to my family, this is Corey, Corey this is my ex-boyfriend
Jimmy.'

The two shook hands, Jimmy giving Corey the once over. 'Keep your hands to
yourself Jimmy, he's to young for you!' I teased. Corey immediately went a
bright shade of red. I placed my arm around him and held him close, letting
him know that I was only playing around. He looked up into my eyes, that
half smile across his face, his eyes telling me that I would pay for that
remark later!

We sat down at a quiet table and Jimmy brought us our coffees and an
assortment of his fabulous cakes, then left us to chat away.

Finally we got up and I went to pay, and as usual Jimmy just looked at me
funny and told me to "piss off!" I laughed as usual, then Corey and I made
our way back out into the mall.

Casually I remarked to Corey that I needed a haircut, and would he mind
coming with me to the hairdresser. As we walked in, my long time hairdresser
nearly had a fit when he saw the state of Corey's hair! In no time at all we
were sitting beside each other having our locks trimmed. When we walked out
I had short hair, Corey's was now medium length with a slight undercut.

The next stop was the optometrist, to get new glasses for Corey. He chose
lighter wire frames with a smaller rectangular lens. When he tried on the
golden frames I nearly creamed my pants! The horn-rimmed glasses he usually
wore were sexy, but the new frames made him look more like an Adonis!
Especially with his new haircut!

The next stop was the western gear shop where I fitted Corey out in the work
clothes he would need on the farm. He looked really cute dressed in jeans
and work shirt, with a new Akubra on his head! We did a little more
shopping, I'd guessed correctly that Corey had little in the way of decent
clothing, and even though it cost me a small fortune to dress him, it was
well worth it!

After about three hours shopping and getting to know each other better we
finally packed everything into the car and made our way home, Corey had
never been out west to where we were going and he keenly checked out the
scenery and asked questions the whole trip out.

I pulled the car into the garage and as I got out I heard mum and dad coming
over to greet us, mum of course gushed all over Corey making him blush all
over again, while dad welcomed him warmly to the family. We all carried
Corey's things into the house and put them in his room, it was the one just
across from my own. I noticed a tear in his eye as mum and dad left us
alone, 'What's up mate?' I asked with concern.

'I've never had a room so nice, and I just can't remember when anyone was so
kind to me as you have been. Thank you!'

I held him close to me, drying his tears with my hand. 'For better or worse,
you're part of my family now Corey. I love all my boys the same way,
unconditionally. Now, what say you get unpacked, then I'll take you on a
tour of your new home?' He smiled an agreement and I left him to his own
devices for a while.

**

After I had shown Corey around the farm, and we had returned to the house,
Tristian and Chris had come home from school and were beside themselves
waiting to meet their new "brother." I made the introductions and left them
to get to know each other, as with most kids that age they soon became fast
friends and were skylarking around the pool as if they had done it everyday
of their lives!

We had a big meal that night to welcome Corey to the family, and once he had
been assured that there was plenty to go around, he amazed us with the
amount of food he could put away! Had no one fed this boy before? After
dinner we all sat around talking for awhile, then Chris and Tristian said
goodnight and headed off to bed. They had exams starting the next day, and
wanted to be fresh for them. I had promised them a trip to the beach if they
did well, and they were determined to get their trip to the beach!

Corey was yawning more and more, and I took him by the hand and led him to
his room. I watched as he undressed for bed, none of the shyness that a
normal teen would show was apparent as he stripped in front of me. He
crawled between the sheets in just his briefs, and when he had settled, I
kissed his forehead and bade him goodnight. He was asleep before I even left
the room.

Around midnight I was awakened by a loud crash of thunder, followed closely
by another and then another. I thought I heard a light tapping on my door,
then it opened and Corey stood there, a frightened look on his face, his
body aquiver.

'What's wrong Corey?' I asked sleepily.

'I don't like thunder, can I stay with you?'

'Sure mate, c'mon in!' I held the blankets up for him and as another crack
of thunder roared overhead, he dove beneath the covers and nestled into me.
I placed an arm around him, and as he snuggled closer I felt my dick twitch
a little, god this boy was so cute!

'You really don't like that much do you?' I asked. He shook his head no and
squeezed closer to me as another crack of thunder rolled overhead. He was
literally shaking with fear, so I wrapped both my arms around him gently and
held him close, I used one hand to stroke his hair and I planted a soft kiss
on his cheek. 'Shush mate, it's all right, you're safe now.' I crooned. I
guessed there was a deep seated reason why he didn't like the thunder, I
wondered if it would be a good idea to find out why, but then I selfishly
thought that if everytime it thundered he came running into my bed, then it
might be worth it!

The first droplets of the storm hit the roof and the heavy drumming of the
rain soon lulled the boy to sleep. I held him still, enjoying the feel of
the frightened young man in my arms, gratified that I could show him some
love and give him some protection from his demons. I was more and more
certain that I had made the right decision in taking in young Corey!



That's it for this one guys, hope you liked it. As usual comments and
queries can be sent to venturis682@hotmail.com

Sorry there wasn't much sex in this chapter, but it should start getting
interesting in the next one!