Date: Tue, 18 Mar 2003 12:04:14 -0800
From: JS Collection <js.collection@verizon.net>
Subject: Some one like you Chapter 7

       THIS STORY IS TOTALLY FICTITIOUS.
       IT CONTAINS DESCRIPTIVE SEX BETWEEN TWO MEN.
       IF THIS IS OFFENSIVE TO YOU GO ELSE WHERE.
       IF IT IS ILLEGAL FOR YOU TO BE READING IT YOU SHOULDN'T BE
       HERE TO BEGIN WITH, SO JUST GO AWAY.
       OTHERWISE ENJOY IT. JWS


       SOMEONE LIKE YOU Chapter7
       by JWSmith



       When he had lived with his father, Robert had a constant flow of
young men, barely older than Bobby in his bed. He had never tried to hide
what he was doing from his son.  Bobby got to where he didn't leave his
room in the morning until he knew the boy that his father had brought home
the night before had gone. On the times that he had, Robert had always made
of point of introducing him to his trick and telling him what a great fuck
Bobby was, calling him his little boy pussy. The mental abuse was worse
than the actual sexual abuse.

       As Bobby thought about it he decided that he might have enjoyed the
things his father had done to him if it hadn't been for the constant
barrage of humiliation and verbal degradation. On the streets of Hollywood
he had sex with other boys. He had enjoyed it.  It had been warm, loving
and intimate. With Robert there had never been any tenderness, or
consideration of Bobby's feelings.

       He wondered if these two men would be gentle and loving. Or would
they be like his dad and just take what they wanted with no care about his
feelings.  No, Jim wouldn't be that way. He had gone through the same thing
with Robert.  He wouldn't treat someone else that way. And Nathan, he was
always so gentle in talking to him. He couldn't imagine Nathan doing
anything like his dad did.

       Maybe he wouldn't have to run away from here. It made Bobby feel
good to think that he might have a home where he felt safe and loved. He
dozed off again as the traffic began to ease a little.

       "Bobby, we're here. Hey, wake up, fellow."

       Bobby woke up to see Jim unfastening his safety belt. He sat up and
stretched. Nathan was already out of the car and removing Bobby's suitcase
from the trunk. Bobby slid out and closed the door. He looked at the little
house and thought to himself that it was going to be cramped with the three
of them living there. He started to walk toward the door.

       "This way, Bobby." He turned and saw Jim heading for the big
two-story house next door. He veered towards Jim with Nathan following.

       "Why did you park over there if you guys live over here?" He asked.

       "Nathan lives over there. This is my house. And you'll be living
with me."

       "Oh, I thought you lived together."

       "What made you think that?" Nathan asked.

       Bobby ducked his head. "I wasn't asleep all the time in the car."

       Jim stopped and turned. "I guess we need to have a talk and do some
explaining, huh? Come on in and let's choose you a bedroom first."

                           ~


       Bobby toured the four bedrooms available and chose the one on the
Northwest corner of the house. Not only did it connect directly to a
bathroom, it had windows on both the north and the west walls, making it
bright and sunny. And it was the fartherest from Jim's. It coontained only
an old double bed.

       Jim helped him put his meager belongings away and invited him to
join him in the kitchen for a cold soda.

       "I'll be down in a minute, I've got to use the loo." Bobby said,
making a joke about Jim's earlier use of English dialect.

       "The what?"

       "I need to go to the bathroom."

       Jim gave him an exaggerated "OH!" as he caught on to the joke.  "In
this house it's called the pissoir." He said, laughing.

       He grinned at him and left the room. Bobby sat on the edge of the
double bed and gazed out the window. Being an only child he had always had
his own bedroom, but never one this empty.  'Well,' he thought, 'it was
better than staying in that crummy detention center and a whole lot better
than with is dad.  At least Jim understood where he was coming from, having
been raped by Robert, too. Maybe things would work out here.'

	He got up and washed his face with cold water and then went down to
the kitchen. Jim was doing things with food at the counter. Bobby plopped
down in a chair and watched him. He seemed quite proficient in what he was
doing, for soon he opened the oven and slid a pan into it. He straightened
up and noticed Bobby watching him.

       "Oh, I didn't hear you come in. Would you like something cold to
drink? I've got Cokes, lemonade or orange juice."

       "Lemonade."

       "Ah, you'll like this. Nathan made it yesterday evening.  He grows
his own lemons." He filled a glass, added ice and then handed it to
Bobby. "We're having Baked Chicken Paprika for dinner. Nathan is going to
join us. We'll eat here in the kitchen. Would you like to set the table
while I make the rest of dinner? The dishes and utensils are in those
cabinets and drawers."

       Bobby watched Jim as he set the table. "My being here makes you
nervous, doesn't it?"

       Jim spun around. "Why would you say that?"

       "When you didn't know I was here you were really getting things
done.
       Now you're looking like your trying to do ten things at one time."

       Jim stopped and considered. "You're really observant.  Yeah, I guess
I am kind of uptight." He put down the spoon he had in his right hand and
picked up the peeler and started removing the peel from the potato he had
been carrying in his left.

	"I've never had to be responsible for someone else before. Of
course when Ted was alive I was sort of responsible to him--- not for him
though." He added as an after thought.  "He was a grown man. You know what
I mean?"

       "Who was Ted?"

       "Ted? He was my life partner."

       Bobby thought a minute. "You mean your lover?"

       "Yes, more than that though. We shared our lives--- together."

       " What did he look like?"

       Jim turned from his potato peeling and looked at Bobby. He hesitated
knowing this conversation was going to get complicated. Noticing Jim's
hesitation Bobby stopped placing the silverware, and looked at him.

       "He looked just like Nathan. Ted was his twin brother."

       Bobby grinned. "So Nathan is taking sloppy seconds?"

       "That's crude and rude. Where'd you pickup an expression like that?"

       "On the streets." Bobby ducked his head to hide the tears of shame
and frustration. Jim saw the tears, dropped the peeler and walked over to
Bobby.

       "I'm sorry, Jim. I didn't mean to insult you. It just popped out."
He was expecting to at least be reprimanded. His father would have probably
slapped him for such insolence.

       Jim wrapped the boy in a hug. Holding his head to his chest.  "It's
okay, Bobby. I wasn't offended. Shocked, but not offended." He rubbed his
other hand up and down the boy's back.

       "You're not mad at me?"

       "Why would I be mad? You're family, Bobby, I love you. And maybe
even closer family than my brothers and sisters. Hell, they don't even talk
to me."

        "Why not? Why won't they talk to you?"

       "They've been taught that homosexuality is wrong. They're Baptists.

	They believe I chose to be gay."

       "Did you?"

       "Did I what? Choose to be Gay? No more than you chose to be abused
by your father."

       "Oh." Bobby pulled away and sat in a chair, staring out the
window. Jim stood there with the potato peeler in his hand and watched
Bobby for several seconds before going back to the kitchen sink to finish
preparing the potatoes. Silence reigned for several minutes.

       "Jim, can I ask you something?" Bobby stared out the window as he
spoke.

       "Sure, Bobby, never hesitate to ask a question. I'll try to answer
as best I can, that is, if it's not too personal."

       "This isn't about you. It's about me." He continued staring out the
window.

       Jim stopped what he was doing and turned to look at Bobby. His heart
ached for the kid, sitting there looking so forlorn. Finally, Bobby spoke.

       "Do you think I might be gay?" He asked.

       Jim thought a minute about how to answer that. He answered with a
question.

       "Do you think you are?"

       "I don't know. I don't want to be."

       "I don't think anyone in their right mind would want to be gay."

        "Some of the guys I met when I ran away like being screwed.  I
hated it when Robert would do it to me. So does that mean I'm not?"

       "Bobby, hating what your dad did to you is no indicator. Anybody,
straight or gay would hate being forced to do that."

       "So---how can I tell?"

       "Well, what do you think about when you masturbate?"

       Bobby turned red, as he looked incredulous.

       "I don't mean to embarrass you, Bobby. Every healthy man does it. I
remember being fifteen. I had a woody all the time. Every time I'd think
about a man or a good-looking boy I'd get hard. That's how I knew I was
gay."

       "I see.  So I don't need to worry about being gay?"

       "Not if it's girls who turn you on."

       "Cool." He said looking back out the window. He had a little smile
on his face. Jim thought of him as a man, that was so neat. Jim quietly
went back to his task in preparing dinner.

       Nathan came in the back door with out knocking. Jim had his back to
the door and didn't hear him enter. Bobby wasn't in view where he was
sitting looking out the bay window in the breakfast nook. He heard the door
close; he turned and saw Nathan. He started to speak, but stopped when he
saw him step up behind Jim and wrap his arms around him. Jim jumped.

       "Damn, Nathe, why don't you try making my heart stop."

       "Did I scare you, Babe?" He asked, kissing Jim on his neck. Jim laid
his head back onto Nathan's chest and pressed against him.

	"Like you weren't trying to?"

	Bobby watched, as Jim turned in Nathan's arms and locked his lips
to Nathan's.

	"The bedrooms are upstairs, guys. I guess that answers myquestion."

        Nathan let go of Jim in surprised shock. He was a dark red from
embarrassment. Jim turned frowning at Nathan.

       "I didn't quite answer his question awhile ago." He said to him, and
then to Bobby. "Yes, to answer your crude rude question, we're working
toward that goal."

	"So now that You have legal custody of me---" He stopped as tears
welled in his eyes.

	Nathan moved around beside the boy. He put a comforting arm around
his shoulded. He felt Bobby cringe.

	"It's okay, Bobby. What is it you're wanting to know?"

	"You're not going to--to do the things that Robert did to me, are
you?"

	"Bobby, we would never touch you sexually. We'd never force
ourselves on you"

       "How do I know that?" Bobby swivelled around and folded his arms on
his chest looking belligerent and angry. Jim moved to stand next to Nathan.

       "You are just going to have to trust us until you believe us."
Nathan said. "Not all men are like Robert. Actually there are very few men
like him. I don't think he is gay, he may be bisexual, but he's definitely
a pedophile. He likes young boys, not men. Boys do not turn me on. Not even
young men. I like mature men, like Jim."

       "Gee, you make me sound so old. Jim said slapping the back of
Nathan's head. " But seriously, Bobby, I'm the same way. A man has to be at
least thirty for me to be the least bit interested in him." Jim said.

	"What makes you think I'm that old?" Nathan aped at Jim, acting
indignant and hurt.

       Jim laughed. "Hey, I was married to your twin. Remember?"

       "Oh, yeah. I forgot."  He leaned his head back grinning up at
Jim. Jim bent down and kissed him on the forehead. Bobby forgot himself for
a moment and giggled at their antics. Nathan smiled and winked at him.
Bobby winked back.

	'Maybe things will work out here.' He thought to himself.


       [I know I'm only feeding you tidbits with these short chapters, but
I do have a life away from the computer, a loving partner, a job, family
and friends. They all take up much of my time. I also have another story in
process (From Out of Nowhere) that I had started posting before I decided
to fill your request to continue with Nathan and Jim. So bear with me, and
we will get there.]
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