Date: Fri, 15 Jan 2010 18:42:56 -0800
From: Michael  Hines <mhines8@bigpond.com>
Subject: Young Steve and Graham 4

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Imagination. Nothing written here occurred. If you have a problem with boys
having sex with each other and men please leave and if this sort of thing
is illegal in your country then don't even bother to read it.

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Please email me if you have some suggestions as to what should happen or
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Previously:

 I had to catch a bus to go home and didn't look back as shit I was a mess
and couldn't figure my head. It bounced as I did and all I could think of
was Graham his body, balls and cock and being in my arms pashing.

Mum caught up with me as I charged into home.

"Had a phone call just now Steve seems something has happened to your
friend. His Uncle phoned and wants you to ring him. You okay, look a bit
funny?"

"Yea, I'm good what did his Uncle say?" I quickly questioned Mum.

"Don't know he just wanted to talk with you. Had a good sleep over it's
your first."

"Yes and I had lots of fun. Better find out what happened." I replied.

Throwing my backpack on the bed I grabbed my cell dialing the numbers Mum
gave me. Took two rings then an answer:

"Graham's had..." The phone crackled, disappearing as I tried to hear his
next words.



                                                                   Young
Steve and Graham 4


My fingers hit re-dial, connected and a strained voice whispered:

"Steve, Graham's had an accident, I think his mother hit him but I'm not
sure. His face is a bloody mess and he's in an ambulance heading to the
hospital. Found him lying in the hallway next to his mother's room and
she's fucking screaming that it's her fault he's like he is. I can't get
any sense and nor could the ambulance guys. Did he say anything to you that
might shed some light on this mess?  He trusts you more than anyone did you
guys hurt each other or something else?"

"Shit no way, you can guess about us in bed but nothing, shit nothing
happened that hurt Graham. Is he going to be okay you think?"

"He kept mumbling your name and wouldn't say anything more then he spasmed,
collapsed and the ambulance guys lifted his body onto a stretcher. You guys
fuck each other?"

"Uh yea, does that matter?"

"Yes the Doctors will discover he's got sperm in his arse, I bet it's
bruised and puffy, did you fuck him hard?"

"Yea and he fucked me."

`"Okay, we've go to think of something because even though you kids are
underage if they find sperms they'll think he's been abused then shit
happens."

"He wasn't abused." I protested.

"I know that but the pricks that examine boy's bums call it abuse, imagine
it to be a man even if the fucker is a kid."

"Oh shit, what can we do?"

"Get into the bog and fart, shit or whatever the loads you got this
morning. I emptied my balls deep in you and bet Graham did as well. Soap
your arse-hole and say nothing to anyone."

The phone went dead, I freaked, tears flooded and I hit my backpack
hard. Shit my only real friend is going to hospital and we've fucked each
other so that's a problem?  What a fucking mess, if anyone abused us it was
Graham's Uncle, that wasn't abuse for me. I fucking loved his cock up my
arse and shit we're boys, Graham and I, so what abuse is this? I didn't
force him and he sure didn't force me.  I'll do as he said and then go to
the hospital, maybe Mum will drive me but that will mean questions I won't
answer. Oh fuck being a kid, I wish I was older and knew how to cope.  I
bloody love Graham and he's fucking lying in a hospital bed by now I guess,
shit I have to be there with him.

Lucky my bum sprayed, both loads gushed into the pan and my bum felt
okay. I had a feel and sure it's loose but it'll come good soon I prayed.

Had a quick shower, grabbed some fresh clothes and tried to look casual
confronting mum in the kitchen.

"So what's happened Steve?" She stabbed as I rounded the door.

"Don't know for sure mum but he's in hospital, had a fall, maybe tripped or
something. His Uncle said his face is very bloody."

"You two have a fight?"

"No, in fact we talked a lot, played some games and stayed up late." I
answered not looking at mum's face.

"I think there's more to this Steve and I've wondered why you're suddenly
friendly with this kid. Strange you haven't mentioned him until this week
and wanted to sleep over at his house. Is he a bit, you know different?"

"He's a clever geeky kid and knows lots of stuff I don't, been helping me
at School and yea I like his help and sure we met only recently because he
doesn't hang with the guys I do at School." I snapped.

"Well it's up to you of course, old enough to do what you want. Lots of
stuff you haven't told me Steve, perhaps someday you will."

"I've got nothing to say and thought you would like me having a new mate
who shows me School stuff. You hate my grades and blame everything on my
computer and the guys I hang with, I'm old enough to know what I want."

"Yea and that's just it, what are you hiding from us Steve."  Mum
continued.

"Nothing," I lied.

"Better take you to the hospital, like to meet this young man you've met
and I must say I've never seen you happier than last week. He must have
something that charms you."

"I'm the same as normal and yea thanks for taking me, it's the Royal
hospital, I think the emergency part." I responded not looking up feeling
mum's eyes exploring my face.

"Let's go son and I'll see your new friend."

We left the house driving quickly to the hospital. I felt sick in the
stomach; mum wasn't going to accept anything about me and certainly not
Graham.  Parking we walked to the ward after instructions from the
desk. Graham's uncle was outside some curtains that obviously screened my
friend.

"Hi Steve and this is your mum?" He asked.

"Yes, what's going on?' Mum spoke quickly.

"Um it's not good, Graham's been hit around the head and pretty much
damaged the doctor said. I don't know and just had a glimpse but he wants
to see Steve, managed to ask for him before he sank back on the
pillows. I'm sure that'd be a great help Mrs. didn't get your name" The old
guy said.

"Well, why Steve?  I'm Mrs. Johnson, his mother."

"Graham's a good friend of your son, that's right isn't it Steve?"

"Yea, can I go in, is it okay to see him?" I asked.

"The Doc's waiting for you and better if you ask him, he'll give you some
more details."

"I want to know what's going on here, my son's not part of this, why does
Graham want to see him? Where's the boy's mother, don't play games Mr." Mum
exploded.

"Let's sit over there and Steve the doctor wants you to go though, he's
with Graham now." His Uncle took charge.

Trying not to blubber, I pushed the curtains and couldn't hold back, my
Graham was a fucking mess. Tubes and stuff around his face, a chart on the
wall with a moving line. Seeing me Graham's eyes widened, a white coated
man rose from a chair next to the bed.

"You must be Steve." He said. "I'm Graham's doctor, thank goodness you're
here. You can see he's not too good. I'm afraid his head got a bad beating
and it's damaged some of his senses we think. He can speak a bit and seeing
his reaction to your presence his eyes are probably okay. The only words
he's uttered are Steve, please I need Steve. You boys are more than friends
I fancy and I have no problems with that. In fact he needs you as it's
important for his young body to heal if he has a need to live. I think he's
been through a lot for a boy his age and it's astonishing his parents
aren't here. I've tried to contact them but his Uncle said they won't care
and he's the only close relative. Apparently he has a younger brother and
I've alerted Social Services to deal with him.  I'm going to leave you with
Graham and perhaps you can give him what he needs to recover. Steve, I've
examined Graham and I should tell you I found evidence of recent sexual
activity in his body. His anus is bruised and inside he has some semen. I
figure you boys were active earlier and I don't want to do anything about
that because of your ages other than warn you to be safe as I must, being a
doctor. I understand that the physical assault came from his mother, why
and how I don't know.  Talk to him Steve and you're the only one who will
get answers if he wants to give them."

I watched the Doctor leave the room and turned to Graham's bed; shit the
guy knew everything and thought I could help Graham. My bravery collapsed
and I started crying staring at my only real friend. He managed a wave; I
moved close grabbing his right hand. Graham squeezed it and smiled
weakly. At least he knows me I thought and shit I want him out of here.

"So what the fuck happened?" I managed.

"I got bashed," Graham replied haltingly, "went downstairs and mum whacked
a broom over my head and face, she kept hitting me and I fell on the
carpet. I don't remember much except wanting you Steve."

"Why would she do that?" I pried.

"It hurts and I don't know why, probably because I wasn't there to help
her. She expects me to be there all the time and I remember Peter was
crying."

"Did she know I was with you?"

"I told her you were coming over and would sleep the night, seemed okay and
as usual she was out of it." Graham answered slowly. I could see the pain
he had even saying anything.

"Okay, don't talk anymore, lie back and I'm here for you." I said. His
messed head sank into the pillows, my fingers rubbed his cheeks and I
grabbed his hand.

Graham's other arm had a tube in it and his face had scars spreading across
his nose. The back of his head was bandaged and his eyes had huge black
rings under them. Some tubes were connected to his chest and it seemed
every breath was recorded on the charts along with his heart beats.  I
freaked looking at my friend remembering what we did with each other just
hours ago. My urge was to pick him up and hold his body as we did
earlier. My eyes blurred as tears slid down my face and I noticed some
leave Graham's eyes as he stared at me.

"You still want me Steve?" He blubbered.

"Wouldn't be here if I didn't, of course Graham and whatever has happened
doesn't change what I said this morning, ever."

"I thought, oh shit I'm sorry it worked out like this. I'm in a mess Steve
and you deserve a better guy."

"Like fuck I do, I've found the best." I replied leaning forward so I could
rub his lips with my tongue and run my fingers across his covered groin.

Graham smiled a little using his free hand to hold my arm. We stayed
staring, both feeling the sparks we had for each other.

The curtain swished back. I froze; Graham looked startled as my mother
strode into the confined space.

`Thought so, you've kept this from me Steve. The Doctor wouldn't say
anything and that man out there was useless. He's this boy's relative and
where are the lad's mother and father?  Get your hand away from him and
your head out of his face let me have a look." She demanded.

Neither of us moved and Graham tried to shield his face. Mum pulled me back
and pushed Graham's free hand from his dial.

"So this is the boy you've made friends with and what a nice mess he's in,
wondered why you've been different this last week and it's obvious now,
don't you think you could have told me something Steve? I had to find out
what's going on in a hospital! He's a good looking boy and that's what he
is a boy, you had your hands and face over him when I came in, is that what
you did when you slept-over?"

"He's six months younger than me and yes we had a good sleep-over." I
stammered.

"I bet and apart from the tubes and bandages he's a very handsome lad. Sort
of complements you, he's actually not the nerdy boy I thought and if you're
what I think Steve then perhaps you've made a good choice. Its hard having
my thoughts confirmed but your actions have, hey Steve I don't condemn you,
just a bit surprised that my suspicions were correct." Mum said.

I looked at Graham knowing he heard everything and his face lit
up. Dumbfounded I turned to Mum:

"So you knew all the time?"

"I'm your mother Steve and women have instincts about this stuff. You've
hidden so much of your life you thought, and I never wanted to face the
obvious but it's here and now, so I have to accept some of it. You're very
young and it may just be a boy thing, don't know and I guess seeing you
this close to him makes me realize it might be more than just fun and games
because you've discovered what hangs down between your legs does more than
pee. I'm blunt and realistic son and if this kid makes you happy then it's
about time you opened up, at least to me and both of you can spend your
early adolescent years as you want.  I've never seen you with a girl ever
and I doubt you will Steve. This kid is cute from what I can see and you'd
better tell me about his family and why they're not here. If they can't
cope then I can and you can bring the lad home and we'll both make sure he
recovers and I'll have two sons, how about that?" Mum declared.

"We've never talked about me growing up and my feelings." I tried to reply
knowing my eyes were moist. "I feel out of everything at home and dad
doesn't like me."

"He's not prepared to accept this Steve and that's why nothing has been
said. I've told him many times he needs to talk to you, father to son but
he won't. As far as he's concerned this is the last straw and I told him
that if my suspicions are true then he has to make a choice, accept you as
you are or leave. This situation has bought it to a head and I rather fancy
he'll leave, letting me deal with everything."

"That's not fair for you mum, he can't walk out because of me." I replied
quickly.

"Son, there isn't much in our marriage, you know how things are at home and
so often you escape to your room or find excuses not being with us. I
sometimes wondered when I'd last seen you smile at home. I've forgotten
your laugh. Looking at you now I can see such strength and yes, you've
found a very special young lad to be with. I don't want to know the details
Steve but I do know I've never seen you so happy during the last few days
and now this has happened, it's pretty obvious where you should be and I'm
for you."

I couldn't speak, turned to Graham, his face was transfixed on mum and as
the words sank in, his mouth formed a grin that broke into a big and I
suspect painful, smile. His eyes found mine and our hands touched.

"I'm sorry Steve this has caused problems way bigger than us being
friends. I'm so sore and my head's pulsing. Can we be the same?"

"I'm staying here Graham, you lie back and I'll have a chat with mum and
your uncle. Of course we're the same and you heard some of what mum said."
I leant forward, speaking quietly.

Graham again sank back on his pillows closing his eyes. Mum pulled me up,
looked into my face then leant over Graham and kissed his cheek.

That did it; I bawled and heard a faint `thanks' from Graham. Holding each
other we pushed through the curtains into the waiting room. Graham's Uncle
jumped up giving both of us a cuddle. If I'd known mum would accept me it
would have been so much easier but now I had support and all this somehow
was thanks to the old man's understanding me and of course his intimate
knowledge of my body.

The emotional rush was put on hold by the arrival of Graham's Doctor. He
pushed the curtains and we sat in silence watching for him to reappear. He
did after at least 10 minutes, bore a smile and sat across from the three
of us. Mum grabbed my hand and Uncle wrapped his arm around my shoulder.

"He's okay folks." The Doctor started. "I want him to stay the night but
the x-rays show no damage to the boy's brain and the surface bruising will
heal, thankfully no bones are broken but he will need a few weeks to
recuperate and if we're happy with him in the morning, he can leave the
hospital.  We've been trying to locate his father and his brother, Peter,
is now in the custody of social services. As to Graham's mother, I'm sorry
to say she's now in a care institution for some help with her drug habits;
she's admitted to belting her son and doesn't want to see him ever
again. It's not a good situation at all and the only person who has any
knowledge of the family is here, that's you, Graham's Uncle. I'm not sure
you want the responsibility of caring for a young teenage boy and I doubt
you would be given that anyway with your history. We're forced to give the
boy to Social Services and hope they find someone who can give him
stability and also assist the healing process unless you can suggest an
alternative."

Stunned silence met his words.

Mum spoke first:

"It's not the best way to meet my son's friend but in many ways it's good
that I've had the chance to understand a great deal today. I'd like to
offer my home as a foster care for Graham and since he's close to Steve I
think it's probably the best solution for all concerned. Let's face it we
all have some fears about the disjointed family and what the boy needs now
is stability and hope for the future. Steve is the only one who really
knows Graham and perhaps if he stays here tonight and the powers that be
will let me collect Graham in the morning, then perhaps the healing process
can commence."

"Actually Mrs. Johnson that's what I had in mind but you needed to suggest
it. I think you understand just how close the boys are to each other and
also the intensity of a way of life that may or may not be theirs. At the
moment there is a very special bond that Steve and Graham have developed,
you agree Steve?"

"Yes." I answered quickly.

"It's up to you Mrs. Johnson and thanks for being so open and I might say
understanding because very few parents are accepting of different paths
their offspring sometimes take. It's seldom in the open and too often young
boys grow away from families because they don't want their differences
known.  I'm more than happy for Steve to spend the night in the bed next to
Graham. In the morning you can collect both boys and take them home. After
that it'll be necessary for me to see Graham a few times but that's a minor
detail. Best thing is Graham's confidence in the future is positive and he
knows he's wanted." The Doctor smiled pushing some papers into mum's
hand. "Please Mrs. Johnson, fill these forms and give them to me in the
morning. They will give you foster authority for Graham and I've vetoed the
other formalities because I can see you have the boy's best interests at
heart."

`Mum, I can't believe all this, I never thought.."


"Get your butt in there with Graham. Don't thank me it's a way of finding
my son and in the hunt I've now got another one. Hey I love you kid and
whatever you want is part of that. I'll see you both in the morning and
tell the young man what's happened and he's about to get a dragon mum." She
laughed.

"I don't believe that, it's just hard to believe that all this has happened
and you still like me and now want Graham to live with us." I struggled
with words.

"You heard your mum Steve it's the best thing for both of you and thank
goodness for a sensible mother, accepting and having faith in her son and
now someone else's. You've got two wonderful boys now and they will make
you very proud I'm sure. Go Steve and let Graham know his future and tell
him I thoroughly approve of the arrangements." Graham's uncle said giving
me a prod towards the curtain.

Mum gave me a quick hug; the old guy prodded more forcing me into Graham's
cubicle. Two hours ago I was shit scared and fearful of the future. Three
adults changed everything, I'm wanted at home and best of all Graham will
not just have sleepovers, he'll be there all the time.

I looked at my friend, his eyes shone and arm reached out, I moved quickly
to touch it. An alarm rang; lights flickered across the screens above
Graham's bed; one steadied.

"Steve, I'm..." His voice faltered.

 Continued soon.