Date: Mon, 23 Dec 2013 02:02:49 -0600
From: Ed Louis <Elouis1915@yahoo.com>
Subject: Homeless Boy 18

This story is completely fictional.  Any resemblance to any real person(s)
is purely coincidental.  The story contains consensual sexual behavior
between men.  If you object to this or are underage, please leave now.
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After getting dressed, I went to the living room.  All the guys were
talking about the turn of events.  "What did I miss?"  I asked.  Hank said
I had missed nothing.  I went to the kitchen to grab a glass of water.
When I returned, I started recounting what has transpired at Bryan's
office.  I did not go into the meltdown Sam had.

Hank was the first to speak, "Well, I am definitely not going to work for
Jordy any longer, I had rather flip burgers."  I told him he did not have
to do that, I would take care of him until something better came along.
Hank was a bit flustered, "Mike, I am not going to live off of you, you
have done too much already."  "Doing that, living off your kindness and
generosity, would make me feel like a whore!"

I stood up, pulled him up, looked deeply into those amazing eyes and said,
"Listen to me, listen very well and never speak those words to me again."
"You are my partner, the love of my life and what I have is yours, no
questions, no buts, nothing!"  "You have made my life complete, you have
shown me how to love and trust, you made me realize who I am, a gay man in
love with a beautiful boy."  "Do you understand that?"

Hank did not say anything, but pulled my face to his and gave me the most
passionate kiss.  I was rock hard in a second.  Sam chuckled, "Get a room,
guys!"  I broke our lip lock, "I have a room, but it is occupied by a
passed out, drunk old queen."  We all laughed.  I heard the dryer buzz,
went to check to see if Jordy's clothiers were dry.  When I came back with
the clothes, I said I was going to wake him.

"Lukas, I want you to wait in the other bedroom, he doesn't know you are
here, we should keep it that way."  "Now, I need to call Roberta, explain
what is going on and to be sure he is not going to be alone until he
completely sobers up."  I reached for my cellphone and called Jordy's home
number.  Roberta answered, I gave her a brief synopsis of what had
happened.  She was quiet for a moment, then asked, "What has he told you?"
I thought that was an odd question, but replied he had said nothing, just
cried a lot and said he was sorry.  "Bring him home, I will take care of
him, you can be sure of that."  I disconnected.

"That scares the shit out of me." I said.  I related what Roberta said.
"You know, I think that poor excuse of a man has been living a hellish life
for a long time and Roberta is responsible."  Hank took issue with what I
said, "Roberta is a doll."  I told him he did not see how hard he slapped
him the other day at the studio.  "Jordy puts on a great act, but I think
he is terrified of his mother."  "I wonder what the real story is."

"Stop that crap, Mike, next thing you will be forgiving him, and helping
him."  Sam said sharply.  I frowned at Sam.  "You know that is not true,
but some where in his psyche there has to be a reason he acts like this,
does the despicable things he does."  Hank stood there shaking his head.
"Always curious about everyone, wanting to know the real story; thank God
for you, otherwise I would still be on the streets."  "You are a good man,
Mike."

A tear was trickling down my cheek at that remark.  I coughed, cleared my
throat, "I am going to wake up Jordy now."  As I walked in the bedroom, I
stood there looking at the pathetic, naked man in my bed.  He isn't a bad
looking man, slim body, very hairy ass, and a decent sized cock, which was
hard.  Wonder what he was dreaming.  I almost hated to wake him up.

I shook him gently, "Jordy!  Jordy, wake up."  He stirred slightly and
grasped the pillow tightly.  I shook him again.  He opened his eyes, looked
at me but did not move.  I said, "Hey man, we need to get you dressed so
you can go home now."  He put the pillow over his head, began sobbing, "I
can't go home, Mikey, I am in so much trouble."  "Trouble, what trouble?" I
asked.

"With Roberta, my fucking mother!"  "She is going to kill me."  I asked him
why he thought he was in trouble with her.  He explained, "Take a closer
look at my ass, Mikey, and that is not a come on, just look."  I walked
over, looked closely, there, hidden his by the thick hair were raw welts
made by a belt.  "She did that to me today, after I fired you and Hank."
"She has done worse, but today was pretty bad, the only thing that stops
the pain is to get rip roaring drunk."

"Jordy, why do you let her do this to you, you are bigger and stronger than
she is?"

He told me she has been doing this to him since he was a kid.  "She is
smart about it, always my ass, where no one will notice."  He said he could
not hit her or strong arm her, she was his mother.  "Plus, she owns me and
my business, it is her money that got me started."  "I can get away with
yelling at her as long as no one hears me."  "The other day was an
exception, you heard me and she slapped the crap out of me."

I couldn't resist, I had to rub his ass to determine how badly he was hurt.
He yelped at my touch.  I was surprised I had not noticed when I had him in
the shower and I reasoned the yelling was not only from the cold water, but
the painful ass as well.  I told him I would be right back.

I went to the living room, told Hank and Sam to come with me.  I warned
them to just listen to me and keep their comments to themselves.  Jordy was
laying on his stomach, face planted in the pillow.  "Jordy, forgive me, but
I have to let Hank and Sam see this.: He started sobbing, saying "Please
don't Mike, please don't."  I told him I had to, just lie still.  Hank and
Sam came closer, looked at his ass and shrugged their shoulders.  I told
them to look closer.

Hank was the first to notice.  He gasped, "Oh my God, Jordy, who did this
to you?"  Jordy was still sobbing.  As Sam was taking a closer look, I had
Hank go to the medicine cabinet for some peroxide, cotton balls and
antibiotic ointment.  I took the supplies from Hank, but Sam said, "Let me
do it."  I told him to be gentle, fearing years of anger would come to the
surface and he would really hurt Jordy.  I was wrong, he cleansed the
wounds then spread the ointment liberally, rubbing it in softly, all the
while speaking in a soothing tone to him.

Jordy raised his head off the pillow, looked at Sam, "Thank you."  He said
he was so sorry for all the pain he had caused in the past.  "I hope
someday you can forgive me" Sam told him we could talk about that later.
Then to me, "Do you know who did this to him?"  I told him it was Roberta.
"Cunt We cannot let him go home to that bitch." I was shocked.  Just a few
minutes ago, he was accusing me of being too soft and now, here was the one
person I never expected to show compassion doing just that.

Sam told me to get my cellphone and take pictures of Jordy's ass.  "Why?"
I asked.  "Evidence, you dumb ass, evidence."  "I am going to make sure
that bitch never does this again."  "Do you have any pain medication or
ibuprofen?"  I said I did and went to get it, along with my cellphone.  Sam
told Hank to get Lukas, he needs to see this.  Jordy pleaded with Sam not
to do that.  "Relax, Jordy, I need witnesses, the more the better."

Lukas came in the room, looked at Sam gently rubbing Jordy's ass.  "WTF,
Sam?"  he said loudly.  Jordy started wailing again.  Sam motioned for
Lukas to come closer.  "Look at this." he said pointing to the marks on his
ass.  Lukas gasped, "Nasty, who did this?"  Sam explained about Roberta and
his suspicion of years of abuse she had most likely inflicted on Jordy.
"We are not taking him home to her for fear she will continue with this
abuse, he is going to stay here tonight."

I came into the room with medication and water for Jordy.  "I brought my
camera and cellphone, the camera has a zoom lens and I should get better
pictures." I said.  I snapped a lot of pictures with both.  The wounds
looked horrible.  I said to Jordy that we may have to go to the ER.  He
screamed out, "No, I can't, I will be ok, this is not the first time this
has happened."  I told him to calm down, we would not go unless it gets
worse.

Sam took my cellphone to call Roberta.  When she was on the line, he
explained that Jordan would be staying with us tonight and would not be in
tomorrow.  "You better go in early and cancel any appointments he has."  he
said.  "Who the fuck do you think you are, Sam Burton, telling me what to
do?"  "Let me speak to Jordan." she shouted through the phone.  Sam said
firmly, "Listen you sadistic bitch, I should have you arrested for what you
did to Jordy today."  She was screaming at Sam to put Jordy on the line.

Jordy motioned for Sam to hand him the phone.  Sam held the phone, put it
on speaker, then Jordy spoke, "Mother, I am really hurt, you went too far
this time, I can barely move.  Sam and Mike are taking care of me."  She
began a tirade unlike I had ever heard before coming out of a mother's
mouth, directed towards her child. Sam left the room with Roberta screaming
at the top of her lungs.  I followed him.

After a minute he said, "Shut the fuck up and listen to me." " I have
pictures of Jordan's ass and I have 3 witnesses that heard you confess what
you had done and what you were going to do to him when he gets home."  "You
better get yourself an attorney, because with this abuse and I am sure
there was more over the years, I am going to have you put away for a long,
long time."  Then he disconnected.

He was very red in the face and breathing heavily.  I hugged him tightly,
telling him to calm down.  He was on a roll.  "I blame every despicable
thing Jordy has done over the years on her."  With that said, he dropped to
his knees and wept bitterly.  I knelt beside him, holding him.  Lukas came
out, knelt down beside him.  "Baby, it is going to be ok."  "What a
magnificent man you are; I love you so much."

Sam looked at Lukas, tears streaming down his face.  "I don't know what is
wrong with me, I should hate that bastard, should not care that his fucking
mother has been beating him for years, but I do care, no one deserves to be
treated like that."  "No one should have the physical injuries he has, not
to mention the mental issues."  "Oh God, what am I going to do, I want to
forgive him, but how?"

Lukas continued to console Sam, telling him they would work together on
this, finding a way to forgive him and finding a way to help him at the
same time.  "I think after he is fully awake, we should talk to him, hear
his story?the 4 of us."  "Hank and Mike are surely going to be the most
objective, since Jordy has not abused them physically."  "What do you
think, Mike?" I shook my head in agreement.

Hank came out of the bedroom to see the 3 of us sitting on the hallway
floor.  He smiled, "You know the couch is much more comfortable."  I stood
up, asked how Jordy was and headed to the living room, everyone following.
"He is sleeping now; the ibuprofen is working."  "His ass is a mess, we are
really going to have to watch that for infection."

I asked Hank if he had talked anymore?  "Yes, my God, what that woman has
done to him mentally."  "He is so scared of her, at 33, he is as terrified
of her as if he was a small child."  Hank went on to tell us some of the
things Jordy had said.  It seems the abuse started around age 12.  Roberta
had a boyfriend who wanted to fuck Jordy and she made him do it and
anything else this pedophile wanted to do to him?suck him, piss on
him?whatever.  When Jordy would protest, she would beat him.

Hank continued with the story.  "When Jordy began to age, this piece of
shit was no longer attracted to him and he left Roberta."  "Of course, that
was Jordy's fault and he took daily beatings until she found another
boyfriend."  Fortunately, this one was not into boys, he was into
photography and encouraged Jordy's interest."  Hank said at this point,
Jordy drifted off to sleep.

"OMG!" Sam said, "No wonder he is so fucked up."  "I am calling in
tomorrow, none of us have to work."  "I want to hear the rest of the
story."  Hank said one other thing Jordy had to do,to satisfy his mother
was to be over the top flamboyant, just another humiliation she imposed on
him. "I think that must have been the only way to be sure Jordy never found
love and left her."  "Sick!"

All four of us were silent, thinking about the abuse he must have suffered
for 20+ years.  After a few minutes, I said was going to check on him.  As
I walked into the bedroom, Jordy opened his eyes.  "Mike, thank you so much
for being so kind to me."  I told him it was ok.  "Do you want to talk?"
"I have wanted to tell someone about this for years, but was too afraid of
my mother."  "She threatened to expose me as a pedophile if I did."  What
do you mean by that, Jordy.  Surely you have never had sex with a minor."

"For a casual wear assignment, I hired a beautiful young boy, Jon."  "His
resume showed he was 18, but I found out later, he was just 16."  "I was
totally smitten with him."  "You have never met him, have you?"  I said
Hank had mentioned him and recalled that he, Jordy, had also mentioned he
might be a part of the HSC assignment.

"As i said, I was smitten, no, I was in love with this boy."  "Not only was
he beautiful, he was so nice, actually talked to me like he cared about
me."  "Over time, what was a professional relationship became personal, he
came on to me?me, the flaming fag!"  "He told me I did not have to be over
the top with him, and around him, I was not, perfectly normal acting, more
conservative in my clothing; I wanted to be what he wanted me to be."

"When did you start having sex with him?" I asked.  Jordy said it began one
evening, after the photo session was done.  "I thought everyone had gone
for the day, I was sitting at my desk reviewing all the shots.  I hear a
noise, turned around and there was Jon, naked, he came to me, sat in my
lap, kissed me and told me he loved me."  "I couldn't stop myself, I had to
make love to him."

"He had me stand up and began stripping me, kissing down my body until he
came to my cock, which he took in quickly and began to suck, I knew this
was his first time as he was nervous and clumsy."  Jordy said he stopped
him, asked him if he had done this before, the answer was no.  He told Jon
he would show him what to do.  "He was a quick learner and soon I was
filling his throat with cum, while he had a hands free orgasm."

"After cleaning up, he said he had to go, his mother was probably wondering
where he was."  "I said I would give him a ride home, but he said he had
his own car."  This was getting interesting, looking at Jordy's face I
could see the love and pain.  I was hesitant to ask questions, but my
curiosity was getting the best of me.  "And?."

Jordy told the story of their clandestine meetings in the studio, motels,
etc.  "I was totally in love, I wanted to be with him, live with him, make
love to him for the rest of my life."  I asked if he still saw him and was
he still in love with him.  He began softly crying.  "Not so much anymore
and yes, I still love him."  "Mother found out about us and put a stop to
our relationship; she had found out he was a minor and threatened to report
me unless I ended it."  "So, all I had left of him was a video of us making
love and now that is gone." "I watched it almost every day."

I asked, "How old is he now?"  Jordy said he was around Hank's age, 19.
"Well, he is of age now, what is stopping you from being with him?"
"Jordy, life is too short to live miserably, especially not being with
someone you love, someone who loves you in return."  Jordy said I did not
know how viscous his mother could be, she would expose his affair with Jon
and ruin 2 lives.  "So, I stay away."  "Bullshit, not now, we have the
upper hand here and will not hesitate to call her bluff." I said.

I asked if he had Jon's number, he said yes.  I handed him my cellphone and
told him to call him.  He was hesitant, but with my encouragement, he said
he would.  "What am I going to say to him?"  "Tell him the truth,
everything, and most of all tell him you love him?do it!"  He took the
phone and punched in the number.  After a few seconds and deep breaths,, he
said, "Jon, this is Jordy."

I quietly left the room.  Back in the living room, tears rolling down my
face, I related the story Jordy had told me.  Hank said he had met Jon once
when he came in for an assignment.  "You worked with him, didn't you
Lukas?"  Lukas said he did but had no idea there was a connection with Jon
and Jordy.  "There was lots of tension during the session.  Jordy hardly
spoke to Jon and thinking back now, that is the only time I remember
Roberta standing guard at the door, watching everything Jordy did."

As we continued our conversation, a naked Jordy came into the room.  "Mike,
do you have a pair of shorts I can put on?"  I went to the bedroom to find
something for him, which would swallow him, since he was thinner than me.
When I returned he put on the boxers and tee shirt, the sat in the
recliner, adjusting his position to ease the pain in his ass.  "So, how did
your conversation go?"  I asked.

"See this smile on my face, he still loves me and wants to be back in my
life, openly, not hidden like before." Jordy said.  "I told him what had
happened and he said he did not care what Roberta said or did, he would
deny anything she had to say about our relationship before he was 18."  "He
wants me to live with him until I get all this sorted out, if not
permanently."

"Sam, I am so, so sorry for what I did to you, I will spend the rest of my
life trying to earn your forgiveness and respect."  "Lukas, I owe you my
deepest apology for holding our indiscretion over your head to keep you
from leaving me, going on to bigger and better things, which you certainly
can do."  "Every beating I had from Mother is my physical punishment for
the wrongs I have done."

Sam jumped up, "Stop this nonsense, Jordy, no one deserves to be abused
like you have been over the years."  "I hate what you did to me and it will
take me a long time to forgive you, but I will."  "Are we ever going to be
friends, I just do not know, but I can and will help you get out of that
situation."  "And for that help, all I ask is you never return to the
sneaky, deviant behavior again, respect your clients, treat them with kid
gloves and for God's sake, love Jon like you have never loved anyone in
your entire life."

Lukas got up, put his arms around Sam, "Ditto, what Sam said."  Hank put
his arms around me and kissed me.  Jordy looked stunned.  "What?" I asked.
Jordy just shook his head, "This has been a strange day." "First I fire you
and Hank, then my mother makes be strip naked and beats my ass until it is
bloody; I get shitfaced, come over here threatening to kill myself; I throw
up all over you; you clean me up, and put me to bed.  At this point, Jordy
started crying again.

He took a deep breath, "You know the rest, but seeing you and Hank
kissing?kissing cousins?"  I looked at Hank, he shook his head in agreement
with my thoughts.  "Jordy, Hank is not my cousin, we made that up to keep
you from hitting on him and I was not ready to come out yet."  "Hank is my
partner, my lover, whatever you wan to call him."  "I fucking knew it from
the first time I came over here and saw you two together, you couldn't keep
your eyes off him."  "Holy shit!" "And Sam with Lukas.  Do you have anymore
surprises?"  I said that was enough for tonight.

Jordy asked Hank to go to his car and bring his cellphone and wallet
inside.  "I don't think I locked the car, in fact, I don't know where my
keys are."  Hank went to the kitchen table, picked up the keys and rattled
them at Jordy, then headed outside.  Returning, he gave the wallet, keys
and cellphone to Jordy.  Looking at his phone, there were multiple calls
from Roberta, which he erased without listening to them.  However, the last
call was from a number he did not recognize.

He put the phone on speaker and listened to the message.  It was from the
police department where his business is located, telling him to please call
as soon as he got this message.  Jordy was trembling so much, he could not
redial.  I took the phone, called the number, identified myself as
Mr. Coe's attorney.  The officer I was speaking with told me Mr. Coe's
studio had been vandalized and they had a suspect in custody.  "She claims
she is Mr. Coe's mother."

I told the officer I would bring Mr. Coe to the studio to assess the
damage, etc.  When asked about the suspect, I told him I had no interest in
seeing her or talking to her, she needed to call her own attorney.  I
disconnected.  "That OK, Jordy?"  I asked.  "Yes." he answered.  "After we
go to the studio, take me home so I can get some clothes, some of my
conservative clothing, I never want to wear those ridiculous outfits
again."  "Do you have anything that might possibly fit my skinny ass?"  I
suggested a track suit as it would be easy on the sore ass.

I helped him to the bedroom to change, which was difficult because he was
so tender and sore.  I said we would take my car and asked him if he wanted
any of the others to go with us.  "Shit yes, why not?  He took a deep
breath and said, "I'm ready."


Another installment completed.  I wrote this at least 4 times, different
versions, but decided to go with this one.  Hope you enjoy it.  I
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