Date: Tue, 23 Dec 2003 02:45:54 -0800 (PST)
From: Thomas Gaige <togaige@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Abandoned Boy - Chapter 2
DISCLAIMER: The following story is FICTIONAL. It contains descriptions
of sexual activities between men, teenage boys, and between men and
teenage boys. If you are not over 18 years of age, or if you find this
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The Abandoned Boy
Chapter 2
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As the days went by, I settled into my job, and the kids all settled into
being back at school.
I kept watch over Simon. Each morning when he arrived at school his hair
looked like he'd just crawled out of bed. He never seemed to have any
friends. At lunch time, the cafeteria ladies always fed him lunch,
without charging him. I also ran into him coming from the boy's locker
room with wet hair a couple more afternoons after school.
Each day, just before last period, which was study hall, I put a few
pieces of fruit or some cookies or brownies on the corner of my desk.
Most every time, I later noticed that something was missing. One day,
Simon was the first student to come in. I was writing something on the
board, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw him taking a banana off my
desk. He realized I'd seen him and froze, staring at me.
"I'm sorry!" he croaked, looking miserably at me, and putting the banana
back.
I smiled at him and said, "I know you've been helping yourself sometimes,
and it's OK. You can help yourself anytime. It's really OK! And
nobody else has to know about this, OK?"
I saw tears welling in Simon's eyes, and his lower jaw began to tremble.
I put down the chalk and walked over to him.
"It's OK, really!" I said, "and Simon, I'm here for you, if you ever want
or need someone to talk to, about anything!"
Simon sniffled, and blinked and rubbed his eyes with the back of his
hand, as I sat on the edge of my desk smiling down at him.
"Thanks," he said, looking up at me, still rubbing his eyes.
I handed the banana back to him, along with a couple packages of
cookies.
As other kids began to stream into the classroom, he quickly stuffed the
food into his back pack and rubbed his eyes again, before starting to
work on his math homework.
After that, I made sure I left some fruit and cookies on my desk each
day. Simon quietly helped himself to some each day. I also started
bringing in muffins or doughnuts in the morning, and Simon would help
himself to one of them each day as well. He became more friendly with
me, but got quiet anytime I tried to discuss his family life with him.
Still, it was progress.
* * *
Tom and I continued biking a couple nights a week as well. As fall set
in and it started getting dark earlier, our rides got shorter. Finally,
it wasn't worth going out anymore, there was so little time. When we
gave up our rides, Tom told me he was a member of a health club nearby
where they had a lot of exercise equipment, and a pool and spa area. He
said he went there a couple evenings a week, and wondered if I'd like to
join too. I told him it sounded interesting, so I went with him one
night, and while he worked out, I got the grand tour. It seemed to be a
nice facility, and the price wasn't too bad, so I joined. After that,
Tom and I started going there together a couple nights a week.
Mondays and Wednesdays were men's days, Tuesdays and Thursdays were just
for women, and the weekend was co-ed. Usually we went Monday and
Wednesday nights, as it was less crowded.
We worked out together, rode the stationary bikes, and sometimes even
joined an aerobics class. Afterward, we'd swim some laps, before
relaxing a while in the hot tub, sauna, and steam room.
There was a men's locker room and a ladie's locker room. Each had their
own communal shower room.
* * *
On the first night Tom and I went to the club together, we ended up
finally stripping in front of each other.
When we first arrived, we just stripped off our jeans, and pulled on
shorts over our briefs.
Then we went and worked out together for a while. Tom was pretty strong
for a little guy. He seemed impressed with how strong I was too. When
we'd finally exhausted ourselves, we headed for the locker room, to
change into our swim suits.
I began stripping, immediately. Tom however, shyly turned his back to
me, as he changed into his swim suit. So, I didn't get to see his cock,
but I did get to see his ass! It was damned cute! I really wanted to
reach out and fondle it, but of course I didn't. Tom was surprised when
he turned around and found me facing him, completely naked. His eyes
bugged out slightly when he saw my organ dangling between my legs.
"Told you I'd show it to you sometime!" I said snickering. Tom turned
pink. Looking down, I thought I saw the bulge in his trunks twitch a
little. When I looked back up at him, Tom was staring at my dick yet,
which was pulsing slightly as I was becoming a bit arroused.
"You're huge!" he said finally, sounding a little awed.
I snickered then, which broke Tom's concentration on my dick. When he
looked up at me he was beet red.
"I'm sorry Greg!" he said, looking miserably at me.
I snickered and said, "don't sweat it, I'm just as curious about your's!"
Before he could answer, I grinned and waggled my eyebrows at him, then
turned and headed for the pool.
* * *
We swam for a while and relaxed afterward in the hot tub, sauna, and
steam room. When we walked out of the steam room, I couldn't help
noticing how sexy Tom looked. His body was slick and shiny with sweat
and condensation from the steam room.
After we'd soaked and steamed enough, we headed back to the locker room.
Again, I immediately stripped naked, and stuffed my clothes in my locker,
and removed a towel and shampoo. Shyly, Tom stripped too, only this time
he didn't turn away from me. When he finally pulled off his briefs, he
released a good-sized hose for such a small guy. Flaccid it looked to be
about 6" long, and relatively thick!
"Damn you're big for a little guy!" I said, chuckling.
Tom turned beet red, but smiled shyly at me when I looked up and winked
at him. We went and showered then. There were other guys in the shower,
so we both washed and rinsed, then dried, before going to get dressed. I
noticed Tom faced away from me as much as possible and was quick about
getting ready to go.
When we left, it was still early, so we stopped at a bar near our
apartments and had a couple beers, before splitting up and heading back
to our respective apartments.
When I crawled into bed later, I spent a few minutes leisurely stroking
off, with some lube. As I pleasured myself, the image of Tom's dick kept
flashing before me. Then I began to imagine him, lying in his bed,
pleasuring himself as well. I could picture him laying there stroking
away, his mouth open slightly and his eyes closed. His nostrils began
flaring, and his strokes became faster. Then suddenly, his body tensed,
and his face contorted a bit as he began spewing gobs of cum all over
himself. With this imagery going through my mind, it wasn't long before
I tensed up myself, and my face contorted, and I began shooting ropes of
semen all over my chest and belly. As I lay in the aftermath of my
orgasm, with cum dripping from the tip of my dick yet, I wondered just
how long it would be before Tom and I finally hooked up.
* * *
I didn't have too long to wait. Tom and I worked out religiously a
couple nights a week, and I noticed after a couple weeks that he'd become
quite comfortable with me, even when we were naked together in the locker
room.
One night during our third week of working out together, we finally ended
up alone in the shower room. As we were soaping up, I saw that Tom was
absentmindedly stroking his dick back and forth.
"You're gonna be awful clean down there," I said, chuckling.
"What?" he said, looking at me.
"And awful happy in a minute, if you keep on stroking it like that.
Damn! You're big when you're hard!" I said snickering, as I felt my own
dick growing.
Tom blushed then, and spun around. He was facing the door to the shower
room then, and must've gotten afraid somone might walk in and catch him
with a semi, as he spun back around again. He looked at me with a
totally mortified expression on his face.
"Don't sweat it! I'm hard too! See?" I said.
Tom looked down and I pulled my soapy hand away from my now fully erect
cock.
"Oh My God! You're Huge!" he said, gawking at my dick.
I snickered and wrapped my hand around my own cock and began sliding my
soapy fist back and forth over it again. Tom looked at me and his eyes
bugged out. "Greg!" he said, "We can't do this here! We could get
caught!"
I snickered and said "OK, so do you want to go back to my place and
finish this?"
Tom turned a couple shades redder, and just looked at me. He didn't
answer.
I smiled at him and said, "OK then, let's finish up and head to my
place!"
I started rinsing off. Tom never said a word, but both of us were still
rock hard when we finished showering. It was a good thing the locker
room was almost empty. We were able to face the far wall while we
dressed, and nobody saw our erections. We dressed silently. When we
were ready to go, I looked at Tom.
"My place then?" I asked, breathing a little heavier than usual.
Tom turned pink as he looked into my eyes. I could see he wanted to. My
eyes must've told him I wanted him to come over as well. Finally, he
nodded almost imperceptibly. I grinned at him, and he shyly smiled back
at me. Then we walked out to the parking lot together. We'd driven
together in my car. When we got to it and got in, I could see Tom's
crotch was still tenting. Mine was too. Before I started the car, I
reached over and gave Tom's crotch a squeeze, and he emitted a tiny
gasp. When I released him, he looked at me a moment, then shyly reached
over and squeezed my crotch as well, as I grinned at him. He let go of
me then, and I started the car.
* * *
We rode silently back to my apartment. When we got out of the car, I
noticed that Tom looked nervous. I smiled at him and headed for my
apartment. Quietly, he followed me. We took off our jackets when we got
inside. Glancing down I saw that Tom was still hard. He looked even
more nervous, so I poured us each a glass of Wild Turkey, and grabbed a
couple cold beers from the refrigerator. Tom immediately downed his
bourbon, and followed it with a large swig of beer.
I smiled and told him to relax. Then I reached down and boldly cupped
his package and gave it a squeeze. He closed his eyes and let out a
gasp.
As I continued fondling the lump in Tom's jeans, he opened his eyes and
looked into my mine, with a tortured look, and nervously said, "Greg, I
don't know if we should be doing this... I'm your boss!"
I smiled and said, "well, we're not at work now. Here, we're just
friends, so why don't you relax, and let me see if I can rid you of some
of your tension."
Then I dropped to my knees in front of him, and began unfastening his
belt buckle. Tom didn't move as I unfastened the button on his jeans,
and unzipped his fly. His hard cock twitched a couple times. I hooked
my thumbs in the waistband of his jeans and pushed them down to the
floor. Tom quickly reached into his briefs and adjusted his cock so that
it wasn't bent. It was pointing to his left inside his briefs now.
Gently, I molded my hand around it, and began moving it back and forth,
as Tom let out a low moan. I rubbed the underside of his dick through
his briefs a few seconds, and kissed the area just above Tom's
waistband. Then I licked the few platinum hairs there that made up his
treasure trail, as Tom's body trembled, and he moaned again. Finally, I
stuck my thumbs in the waistband of his briefs and pushed them down to
the floor, releasing his imprisoned hardon. It stuck out toward me now,
angling upward and to Tom's left just a bit. It was right in front of my
face. It was clean and dry, and I could smell the scent of the soap Tom
had used in the shower.
I glanced up at Tom and saw him looking down at me nervously. I smiled,
then turned my attention to his dick. Wrapping my hand around his shaft,
I directed its head toward my mouth. Then I stuck out my tongue and
licked around the head of it a couple times like I was licking a
lollipop.
Tom let out a groan, as I took my hand off his cock and plunged my mouth
down over as much of his 7-1/2" as I could. As the head of his cock
nestled between my tonsils, I reached up and began fondling Tom's almost
hairless testicles.
"Oh God Greg! That feels SO good!" Tom moaned, as I began sliding my
mouth up and down the length of his shaft.
I started rhythmically sucking up and down on his cock then. As I did
this, I reached between his legs, and rubbed my hand over his ass. Tom
bent slightly forward then. I took this as an indication that he wanted
me to finger his asshole, so I pressed my middle finger between his ass
cheeks, and located his anus and began fingering it.
"OH yeah!" Tom exclaimed, as he leaned back against the wall, while I
continued sucking his dick and fingering his asshole.
I kept on working on him, and within a minute he was moaning and
twitching. I sped up just a little, and I felt his body begin to shake a
little as he tensed up.
"Oh God! I'm gonna cum soon!" Tom cried, and he placed both his hands on
the back of my head, and began to move his hips back and forth a little,
in a fucking motion. I wrapped my forefinger and thumb around the base
of Tom's dick and began masturbating him as well.
I continued working on Tom's dick and fingering his asshole, and he
gently fucked in and out of my mouth. Soon, he began grunting, and I
felt him tensing up. Then he stopped moving, and tensed up even more.
"Oh FUCK!" he groaned, and I felt a huge wad of hot cum hit the back of
my throat. I quickly swallowed, making room for the second blast that
came almost immediately, accompanied by a gasp from Tom. He ejaculated
several more times, each spasm emitting a smaller amount of jism than the
previous one, until finally, he shuddered, and just a drop of sperm oozed
from his piss slit. I let go of his cock then, and licked him clean and
dry, and removed my finger from between his ass cheeks. I sat back on my
heals, and Tom's hands dropped from my head. He was leaning back against
the wall, looking up, breathing deeply, and smiling.
He looked down at me, smiled, and said "That was awesome Greg! Thanks so
much!"
I grinned and said "My pleasure!"
"No! Mine!" he said, grinning, "and NOW, it'll be YOUR pleasure!"
He pulled me up from the floor, and still grinning, he said "How about
you lie on the couch and let me do you now?"
I didn't need to be asked twice. But rather than heading for the couch,
I pulled Tom by the hand and led him into the bedroom.
"Much nicer," he said smiling at me.
Tom pushed me down on the bed. He spread my knees apart then, and knelt
on the floor between them. Then he took my hard cock in his hand and
lowered his mouth over it, swallowing as much of my 8-1/2" as he could.
"Oh Tom!" I moaned, as he started to piston up and down my dick.
His mouth felt wonderful. I was disappointed when he didn't suck on my
cock for very long though, and stopped. I looked down to see what he was
doing. He picked up my legs from under my knees and pushed them up
toward my chest, and apart, exposing my asshole. He grinned up at me
laciviously, then suddenly leaned forward and buried his face in my ass
crack. He started licking away at my asshole, rimming me, like I'd never
been rimmed before.
"Oh MY GOD!" I groaned, as Tom's shoved his tongue right through my
sphincter, and up inside my rectum.
He started to tongue fuck my asshole then. At the same time he grasped
my cock in his hand and began masturbating me. The sensations were
incredible! I was writhing and moaning with ecstasy, as my cute little
blond boss stuffed his tongue in and out of my hole and jerked me off! I
knew it wouldn't be long before I came. I could feel my jism starting to
churn. Tom ramrodded his tongue in and out of me for another minute or
so, then he stopped and went back to sucking my cock. He spit on his
index and middle fingers first though and shoved them both up my ass and
began finger-fucking me while he sucked on me. Within a few seconds, he
located my prostate and began rubbing it, and I went wild. I began
thrashing about and whimpering, as I felt my orgasm beginning.
"Oh Fuck Tom! I'm gonna blow!" I yelled.
He started sucking and fucking me faster and harder, and in a couple of
seconds, I was grunting and gasping, and blowing my load down his
throat. Tom swallowed all my cum, and didn't stop sucking or
finger-fucking me until I was completely finished. Only then did he pull
his hand from my ass, and spit my cock out.
"Oh My God that was incredible!" I exclaimed, as Tom rocked back on his
heels, grinning up at me.
When I'd finally recovered, I sat up. Tom was still smiling at me,
sitting back on his heels, between my knees. I smiled at him. Then I
leaned forward and kissed him tenderly on the lips. He leaned toward me
and kissed me back. Both of us parted our lips and began swirling our
tongues together. I could still taste the remnants of my cum in his
mouth. We wrapped our arms around each other and kissed for a couple
minutes, then finally parted. Tom looked sad, and apologized then,
saying he had to leave. He was expecting a long distance call that he
had to take. So we dressed and said goodnight to one another.
That was the first of many regular visits Tom made to my apartment. I
made just as many to his as well. From that night on, Tom and I became
regular sex partners, experiencing everything from mutual masturbation to
full-blown anal intercourse. Even though we both preferred to be "tops",
on those occasions when we butt-fucked, we both good-naturedly took turns
"bottoming" for each other. We both soon found we liked that position as
well!
Although many nights we slept together after our sexual encounters, our
relationship never developed into a full-fledged romance. Instead, we
became the closest of friends and fantastic fuck-buddies for each other.
In essence, we became like brothers to one another. It was, and
continues to be, a very rewarding and enjoyable relationship.
* * *
As the weeks went by, Simon's situation remained unchanged. He would
take something to eat off my desk each morning and afternoon. Lunchtime,
the cafeteria ladies fed him. And I still found him leaving the boy's
locker room almost daily, always with wet hair. He did his school work,
but I noticed he didn't have many school supplies, so I bought him some
and left them on his desk one day before homeroom. He looked
questioningly at me when he saw them. I winked at him. At first he
looked upset, but then he smiled sadly and mouthed "thank you" to me.
Things seemed to go along as usual, until a couple of strange things
happened in mid-October.
* * *
One day, I was leaving school right after classes, as nobody was staying
late. As I was walking to the parking lot, I saw Simon go into the
locker room. I waited a minute, and was about to follow him in and see
what he was doing. Before I could, a senior I didn't know, walked up to
the locker room door, looked around furtively, then went in. I waited a
few minutes, thinking the senior was just going in to use the bathroom
and would be right out. When, after a few minutes, he hadn't reappeared,
I walked over and went in. As I entered, I heard the senior's voice
coming from the shower area. He said "... was great! Five right?"
Then after a pause he said, "Tomorrow again, OK?" Another pause, then
footsteps. I ducked behind a locker, and the senior strode past, not
noticing me. He was smiling, and looked flushed. I heard a shower start
then, and walked over and peeked in. Simon was standing under the
shower. He was facing away from me. He was skin and bones. I noticed
he had a cute little ass though. He was looking up at the spigot,
letting water fill his mouth. When his mouth was full, he looked down
and spit the water out on the floor. Then he started to turn toward me,
so I ducked aside. I wanted so much to peek again and see if I could
catch a glimpse of his frontside, especially his dick, but I didn't want
to risk getting caught, so I quickly tiptoed from the locker room.
The next day, I went back to the locker room to see what Simon and the
other boy were doing, but I was running late, and got there just as the
senior, who again was smiling and looked flushed, came whistling out the
door. I stepped inside after he'd left, and heard the shower running, so
I left.
I never got another chance to try again, as I had students staying after
school every day. I thought about asking Simon what was going on, but
doubted he'd tell me. I did ask Tom about the senior though. He said
the boy's name was Ethan, he was a nice kid, and a brilliant
pianist.
* * *
There's a baseball field across the road from my complex. The Sunday
after I first saw Simon and Ethan in the locker room, I glanced over at
the ball field on my way out, and saw Simon sitting on the bleachers. I
was late, or I would've gone over to see what he was up to.
Monday at school, I asked him what he'd been doing over there. He said
he'd just been hanging out, that he lived nearby, then he changed the
subject.
Over the next couple weeks, I watched the baseball field. I saw Simon
there a few more times. Usually, he was going into or coming out of one
of the dugouts. He was always alone though.
* * *
Then, one day just before Halloween, Tom and Officer Hankel came to my
classroom and asked if I knew anything more about Simon's situation. I
told them I was supplying him with food and school supplies. They looked
at me soberly and Tom said Simon's parents had never responded to his
calls or letters, so they'd just driven over to Simon's house. Simon's
mother was home. She was drunk. When they'd asked about Simon, she said
he wasn't living there anymore, hadn't been for months. She had no idea
where he was, and didn't give a damn!
"Do you have any idea where Simon is living?" Officer Hankel asked.
Then it hit me! Suddenly it all made sense! That's why his clothes were
a wreck! That's why he had no food, money, and school supplies! And
that's why he was showering in the boy's locker room each afternoon!
And...
"OH Holy Shit!" I said, "I think I know where he is. But you have to let
me go alone to get him. OK?"
"Well... I suppose it's OK," Officer Hankel said.
He gave me his phone number and they left. I left too.
* * *
I noticed when I got outside it had gotten very cold suddenly. All I
could think of was how Simon must be freezing. I drove home quickly,
went in, and changed into jeans and a sweat shirt. Then I threw on my
jacket and headed back outside. I walked across the road to the baseball
field. Seeing no one, I headed for the dugout I'd seen Simon hanging out
at.
As I approached the dugout, I heard a cough emanate from within. I
walked over to the door and looked in. My heart just about broke. There
sat Simon on the floor, his back up against the wall. He had a thin
little blanket wrapped around him, and he was shivering quite visibly.
He was eating some cookies he'd picked up off my desk. His back pack was
sitting next to him. He looked up at me, and his face clouded. He
looked mortified, and scared.
"Why didn't you tell me Simon?" I asked.
Tears welled in the boy's blue eyes as he looked up at me. I walked
over, knelt by him, and put a hand on his shoulder.
"It's alright Simon, I want to help you!" I said.
Tears started to run down his cheeks then. I turned and sat down next to
him, and wrapped an arm around him. He felt cold. He turned and looked
at me, sniffling, as tears filled his eyes. Then, he leaned into me,
buried his face against my chest, and began crying quietly. I wrapped my
arms around him and held him as he finally gave in and began sobbing...
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Happy Holidays everyone!
The next chapter in this series will be published shortly.