Date: Thu, 31 Jan 2013 15:25:36 -0500
From: JAMES HEADY <vector18@msn.com>
Subject: Love for Always--Chapter 1

Love for Always

By

James

Disclaimer

This story deals with sexual as well as romantic situations between
teenaged boys and adult males.  If this story offends you, or if you're not
of the legal age to read such material, then please find something else to
read.

Chapter 1

The small hand reached in to the case and quickly pulled out one of the
sandwiches.  The hand then hid itself under the coat that the form was
wearing.  Not worried about being caught, the form quickly ran from the
food counter.

I saw the boy run from the food counter and looked at the guy who was
behind the counter.  Jimmy and I knew one another for a few years and he
wouldn't fly off the handle, but I could see that now, he was ready to do
just that.

"God Damn prick!" he hissed through clinched teeth.

"Calm down J," I said.  "He's probably just hungry and I saw his coat.
It's not exactly brand-new.  Also, his pants are ripped."

"Damn it Zack," Jimmy said directing his anger at me now.  "He's been doing
this shit for the past couple of nights and I've had enough."

"I understand," I said.  "Clearly I haven't been here for the past couple
of nights due to having to get caught up on business stuff, but I'm here
now.  So what can we do."

"I'll tell ya what I'd like to do," Jimmy said and I knew where he was
going.  "If this was 1960, that little bastard would have a nice long chat
with "The Board of Education" and that's all there' be to it."

"That's enough!" I yelled and I knew the boy heard me since he turned
quickly around to face us.

"Yeah," Jimmy said jeeringly at the boy.  "We're talking about you and how
you just think you can just come and go as you please and take things that
don't belong to you.  Maybe today it's called ADDSG or whatever that hyper
shit is, but my parents knew how to deal with creeps like you."

"Enough!" I yelled.  Jimmy was there for me when no one else would be, but
I never was able to over-look his views of using abuse as a form of
teaching.  It was that way of thinking that cost me my relationship with my
own family in the first place, but more on that later.

"He can't just'''," Jimmy began, but I cut him off.

"Alright," I began.  "This is what's going to happen.  He will have the
sandwich, but while he's having the sandwich, he's going to talk to me.
Once I get the story, I'll decide what needs to be done.  You're going to
stay here and keep an eye on everything and you'll give me your cell so
that you don't try to text Grey behind my back.  You'll do it now, and
you'll do it gladly."

"Fine," Jimmy said annoyed.

"Look," I began.  "I get your views, but you now need to try and see mine.
If he's in a home life that's abusive, that needs to be dealt with and not
by throwing him in a jail cell.  Furthermore, though he might be making a
bad choice, that's not the point at least for now, the point is now, that
this situation has clearly taken on a life of its own and that's just the
way it is.  This can be dealt with though."

"Sure it can," a new voice said and I looked to my right to see the boy
standing there.

"You can sit and eat," I said.  "I'm going to need to talk to you though.
You don't have to worry though, my friend here, isn't going to have you put
in jail or anything."

"Yeah, not yet anyway," the boy said.

"I'm not going to do that," Jimmy said.  "But I can't have you taking food
and not paying for it."

"I'm sorry," the boy said and looked down at his shoes, or what was left of
them.

Come on," I said and reached towards the boy.  He jerked back and looked at
me like a deer in the headlights.  "Okay, if you don't want me to touch
you, I won't."

We sat at one of the tables and I waited for the boy to begin.

"My name is Ryan," he began.  "I live in the bad section of this city and
I'm 12, but I'll be 13 next month."

"Okay Ryan," I said.  "I'm Zack Wilson."

"I would pay your friend, but I don't have any money," Ryan said looking
down at the table.

"Is your family not that well off?" I asked delicately.

"Are we pore?" he said.  "You can say it you know.  We're not like rich or
anything like that, but we do alright."

"Your look says differently," I said.

"Are you really going to make me talk about this?" he asked.

"I need to know what happened," I said.  "It isn't even to do with keeping
J from calling the police, at this point I just want to know why you are
the way you are."

"Filthy?" Ryan said.  "It's no big deal," I was just kicked out of the
house, but it'll be fine."

"Like hell it is!" I said angrily and he shrank back.  "Oh, Ryan.  I'm
sorry.  I just get angry when I hear of kids being thrown out of their
homes.  Will your parents even let you back in the house?"

"No," Ryan said.

"Even if I called them?" I asked.

"No," he said.

"I can't just leave you here is what the problem is," I said.  "Oh and J,
if you're back in 2013 and not still stuck in Babybumberville, I could use
your help."

"Yeah, you're a fucking laugh," Jimmy said and walked over.

"Language," I said trying to be proper and not doing a good job trying to
fake it.

"What can I do?" he asked.  All of his thug crap from a few minutes ago was
gone and he was truly concerned for Ryan.

"First, I want you to take the money from me and I'll have Ryan promise to
pay you from now on when or if he comes here again," I began.  "Also, I
don't want you calling any cops until I know absolutely what we've got
here.  I don't want some well-intentioned do-gooder messing things up and
making things worse rather than better.  I know, I know, we need to get
them involved and perhaps we do, but not this very moment."

"I get what you're saying and I'll do as you ask," Jimmy said.

"I'm sorry for steeling your food," Ryan said looking up at Jimmy.  "I also
promise to pay you next time, but I don't know if I'll be able to come back
here depending on what happens to me."

"I accept your apology," Jimmy said softly.

I gave him the money and he took it back in to the back room in the shop
itself.

"As I said before," I began.  "I can't leave you here, and I can't send you
back home since they would only kick you out again.  Even if they wouldn't,
I wouldn't send you back there until I know certain things are in place."

"What things?" Ryan asked looking at me.

"Well, first off, some help for your mom and dad so that they will treat
you the way you should be treated."

"It's just my dad and his girlfriend," Ryan said.

"I understand," I said.  "We still need to fix this situation though.  So
would you be alright with coming home with me tonight?  It's warm and safe
and I have several boxes of clothes from when I was a teen boy and they may
fit you."

"Really?" Ryan asked.  At that point, he looked like a kid on Christmas
Morning.

"Yeah, really," I said.

"Okay," he said getting up after finishing the last bite of his food.

Once in the car, I started it up and we pulled out of the parking lot.

I should probably describe myself a bit.  I stand about 6-1, have
honey-blond hair, sea-green eyes and am about 180 LBs with most of it being
muscle.

I'm 30 years old and I've lived mostly on my own, but with the help of
Jimmy since I was 14.  My parents were never there for me unless they
wanted someone to kick around and scream at.

One day, when I had been thrown out of my house, I was walking along the
side walk and I heard someone call for me.

"Are you going some ware?" the man asked me.

"Just for a walk," I said.

"You don't look happy," the man said coming closer.

The man came closer and put an arm around my shoulders.  I then broke down
and told him what happened and what my life had been like.  That was how
Jimmy and I met.  He took me in to his home and after we got my parents put
in jail for what they did, he and his wife adopted me.

They both were there for me and when I discovered that I was gay, I feared
that they would disown me, but they didn't.  They also didn't use any
physical punishments on me, but Jimmy still had no problem talking about
his agreement with spanking.  We didn't have much arguing about that, and
after I would tell him that I was sorry he felt that way, the conversation
would end.

With counseling from a good specialist and with love and support from Jimmy
and Anna, I worked through a lot of the damage done from the way my
biological family treated me and I was able to get through high school and
college.  I ended up working in a business answering phones for a hospital,
then I started taking classes to counsel people who had been abused as
children and I got my credentials to practice a couple of years ago.

0000

I was startled out of my thoughts by a hand resting on my arm.  I then felt
it move down and slip in to my own hand.  I turned and looked at Ryan.

"Please don't let anything happen to me," he said close to tears.  "I'm
scared and I don't want to go back to where I was."

"I'll do everything that I can to keep you safe," I said as we pulled up to
my house.

"Your house looks nice," Ryan said as we got out of the car.

"Thanks," I replied.  "It's small, but I like the big area of land that's
in the back."

"Can we check it out sometime?" Ryan asked still holding my hand as we
neared the door to the house.

"I'd like that," I said.

Once in the house, I had Ryan go in to the restroom and I followed behind.
Once in the room, I stood in the doorway to see what Ryan would do.

"There's soap and shampoo if you want to take a shower," I said.

"Okay, but do you have to stand there?" he asked looking down at the floor.
"Sorry, I know it's your house, but I'd feel better if I had some privacy."

"There's no need to apologize," I said.  "I'd want some privacy as well if
I was in your situation.  I'll get your clothes."

I was able to get all of my clothes when I came back to my house to get
things once my parents were in jail and I saved my clothes for anyone who
wanted them and given that night's events, it was clearly a good idea that
I held on to them.

I went through one of the boxes and selected a pair of boxers as well as a
pair of comfortable shorts.  I then looked for a t-shirt and found a thin
one that most likely would be comfortable for sleeping.  I then went back
to the closed restroom door and knocked.

"Is that you Zack?" Ryan yelled from the other side of the door.

"Yeah," I said.  "I have your clothes."

"Thanks," he said.

"Do you want them now?" I asked.

"I'll get them in a moment," he said.  "I just have to finish drying off."

"Okay," I answered.

I then saw the door open and Ryan stood there holding the towel so that it
covered him from his shoulders down to his knees.

"Here are your clothes," I said.  He took them after thanking me and closed
the door again.  He then came back out dressed and came up to me.

"Thanks for letting me stay here tonight," he said.

"It's no problem at all," I said.  "I'd do anything for you."

"Shit," I thought in my head.  "God, why did I say that."

Keeping unattached from this boy was going to be harder than I thought.  I
knew that I didn't have a chance of taking him in on a more permanent
basis, what with the way CPS was, but I was going to try.

"You mean that?" Ryan asked with tears standing in his eyes.  I held out my
hand and he moved back.

"I just want to take your hand for a moment," I said.

He took my hand and I continued,.

"I don't know what's going to happen," I began.  "Honestly, I'd love to let
you live here, but the Child Protective Services probably won't let that
happen."

"They didn't seem concerned with where I went when one of our Nabors called
the police last year saying they saw my dad hit me," Ryan said beginning to
cry.  He then moved towards me almost knocking me down and put his arms
around me in a vice-like grip.

"Zack please don't let them take me away from you!" he yelled sobbing hard
in to my chest.  "I just don't want to be hurt anymore!"

I let him cry everything out and my own tears were falling hard as well.

He soon was finished crying and I was getting myself under control as well
and I looked at him trying to form words.

"I'll do every single thing I can to keep you here with me," I said.

"Okay," Ryan said softly and rested his head against my chest.

Author Note

I hope you enjoy this story.  It's just something I had been thinking about
for a while.

So take care and I'll see you guys in Chapter Two.