Date: Wed, 21 Dec 2011 19:23:05 -0800 (PST)
From: Jeremy Keele <jkeele777@yahoo.com>
Subject: Shadow & Light, Chapter 6

WHILE SOME OF THE EVENTS DESCRIBED IN THIS STORY ARE FICTIONALIZED, SO I
CAN RETAIN WHAT'S LEFT OF MY SANITY, MANY OF THE EVENTS HERE ACTUALLY
HAPPENED AS DESCRIBED. YOU SHOULD KNOW BEFORE YOU CONTINUE THAT THIS STORY
CONTAINS GRAPHIC ACCOUNTS OF CHILD ABUSE AND VIOLENCE, AS WELL AS DRUG USE
BY TEENAGERS. IF YOU ARE EASILY OFFENDED OR THIS KIND OF MATERIAL IS
ILLEGAL FOR YOU TO READ, PLEASE STOP NOW. IF YOU HAVE ANY COMMENTS OR
SUGGESTION, YOU CAN EMAIL ME AT JKEELE777@YAHOO.COM. PLEASE INCLUDE THE
STORY NAME IN THE SUBJECT LINE, SO YOUR MESSAGE IS NOT FILTERED INTO THE
JUNK PILE! IF YOU ARE, OR KNOW OF A CHILD IN A SIMILAR SITUATION, DO
SOMETHING ABOUT IT! CALL THE POLICE. CALL SOCIAL SERVICES. DO ANYTHING, BUT
DO SOMETHING!

SORRY THIS CHAPTER HAS TAKEN SO LONG, GUYS - I HAVE BEEN VERY ENCOURAGED BY
ALL OF YOUR EMAILS! MY WORK SCHEDULE HAS BEEN ERRATIC, TO SAY THE LEAST,
BUT I WILL TRY TO GET THE CHAPTERS POSTED MORE QUICKLY! THANK YOU AGAIN FOR
ALL YOUR SUPPORT!

JEREMY

Chapter 6

	The second Greg was out the door that morning Benny pulled me down
the hall to our room, practically shoving me through the door. When he had
made sure it was locked, he turned to me with a silly grin and said
"Sooooo, what do you wanna do now?"
	Instead of answering him, I grabbed him by the waist and pulled him
to me so hard I thought we would both fall, and did my best to curl his
toes with the kiss I laid on him. Apparently it worked, because when we
pried ourselves apart, his eyes had the same glazed, far-away look I must
get when he touches me. Not to be outdone, Ben spun me around, tossed me on
the bed and jumped in after me. When he pulled me in and kissed me again,
his hands roamed over my chest, while mine were kneading his back, trying
to pull him even closer to me. After a few minutes, I pulled back to catch
my breath and stare at this beautiful boy holding me in his arms. He had a
goofy grin on his face, always. His eyes sparkled like emeralds in a sunny
window. He had a beautiful body; firm in all the right places, and soft in
all the right places, without being too bulky. In other words, I thought he
was absolutely perfect. He didn't have a lot of body hair, either. Just a
little on his stomach and his legs. Speaking of legs, the guy had GREAT
legs! Muscular, but not like tree trunks; hairy, but not furry; and best of
all, they led to his perfect ass!
	The more we each explored the others body, the more I wanted
him. When I finally let my hand drop to his boxers and lightly rub his dick
and balls, I almost shot in my shorts. Even though we were young, and not
finished growing, this kid had what I thought had to be a huge dick. Later,
when we measured, I discovered it was just over seven inches, but it was
very thick. The first time I put my hand inside his shorts, he bit his
bottom lip and groaned softly.
	"Is this your first time with a guy?" Ben asked me.  "I don't want
you to feel like I'm pushing you into doing this."
	"Ben," I said, "There are still a few things you don't know about
me. This is not my first time with a man, but it is the first time I've
wanted to do anything like this, with anyone. I don't want to talk about it
now, but I really do want to do this with you," I told him.
	He sat up on the bed, and looked at me like I had slugged
him. "What do you mean by that?" he asked. "What do you mean it's the first
time you've wanted to do this?"
	"We can talk about it later, if you really want to," I replied,
"but I'm not letting you out of this bed for a while."
	With that said, I reached down and started to stroke him again, and
soon he was hard enough to pound nails. When I scooted down on the bed and
started to tongue his large, full balls, he began to moan and writhe around
on the bed. When I moved up and started to lick my way up his shaft, his
entire body went stiff; he opened his mouth and shot a HUGE load, all over
the bed and his chest and stomach. While he was coming down from that
little high, I made my way back up the bed and lay down next to him, with
my head on his chest.
	When he finally stopped shaking, he looked down at me and said "I'm
so sorry! I've never had such a short fuse! It's just that I've wanted this
for so long?.Jeez, how embarrassing!"
	"Hey, buddy, don't be embarrassed - look down a bit, and you'll see
that I sprayed all over the side of the bed as soon as I touched you." I
giggled.
	He looked at me with a big goofy grin and replied "well, since we
already have to clean the sheets" and then pulled me up onto the bed and
kissed me again, this time slowly and with more passion than I had ever
experienced. Then he rolled me over so I was on top of him (not an easy
feat when you are still sore all over, believe me!) and continued searching
for my tonsils with his tongue. When he started running his hands lightly
up and down my back and sides, I moaned and gave a little involuntary
shudder.
	I briefly broke our kiss to moan again and say "God, Ben that feels
soooo good." When he reached my ass, he put his hands under me, and pulled
me up a little farther, spreading my legs so that I was straddling him. He
kept rubbing my ass and my thighs while we each slowly tried to crawl down
the others' throat. When he spread my cheeks apart, just the tiniest bit, I
froze, and he sensed it, rather than saw it, because his eyes were still
closed. I felt like I was disappointing him when I pulled way, but I
couldn't stop myself. The best day of my life, and I was ruining it! I'm
such a baby sometimes.
	"Ben, I'm sorry," I started, "we can do that if you want." I told
him, with my head down and my eyes closed. "I don't want to make you
mad. You've been very kind to me. If that's what you want, I'll do it."
	"Oh, God!" he cried, and then he pulled his pants on as he ran out
the bedroom door.  I was instantly lost. I had no idea what to do, or what
I had done wrong. After all, I was going to let him do what he wanted. Why
did he freak out like that? When I still had not seen or heard from him in
two hours, I panicked. I grabbed everything I could throw in my gym bag,
and stopping at the desk, I wrote this note to him: Ben, I'm sorry. I know
having me around is weird for you guys, and I'm still not sure what I did
this afternoon, but I don't think I should stay here anymore. I feel like
I'm invading your family, and I don't want to do that. Nothing that
happened to me is your fault, and it didn't have anything to do with you
guys. Tell your Dad and Greg that I said goodbye, and that I am grateful
for what you guys did for me. Just put my clothes on the front porch
tomorrow, and I'll come get them after you leave. I won't bother you again.
						Jeremy
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	When Joe, walked into the door that night after his shift, Ben was
sitting on the couch, crying hysterically. He was balled up in the corner
of the big sofa, with his head in the cushions, and his back to the living
room. He never ever heard his father come in the house.
	"Ben," Joe exclaimed, "what's wrong? Where is everyone? Why are you
crying? Where's Greg? Is he OK?" When he finally paused for a breath, he
noticed that Ben was staring at him like he had grown a second head.
	"Dad, Greg is staying at Brett's house, remember?  Dad, I fucked
up. I fucked up real bad." With that, he started crying again and handed
Joe the note. "Daddy, I didn't know. I swear, I never would have done it if
I had known!"
	"Benny, calm down, baby boy. You haven't called me Daddy in six
years, son. What happened today after I left?"
	As Ben told his father what had happened, not sparing any detail,
it dawned on Joe what had happened. He had heard this story too many times
in his line of work, and it never ended well. He knew that somewhere along
the way, Jeremy had been hurt, badly, and it had left huge scars. You just
couldn't see these scars; they were all inside.
	"Ben, you need to help me find him. I don't want him to be alone in
whatever state of mind he's in, OK? Let's go in your room and figure out
what he took with him, and we'll start from there"
	After A few minutes of searching the bedroom and bathroom, they
discovered that Jeremy had only taken about three days of changes of
clothes, and his financial information, including his checkbook and credit
card. He had forgotten to grab anything out of the bathroom, and had not
gotten his toothbrush, razor, or more importantly, his pain pills. He had
been gone all afternoon. He would be unable to move very soon if he didn't
have his pills, but even he didn't realize that yet.


A few houses down?..

	When I left, I had no idea where I would go. I just knew I couldn't
be there to see the disappointment in Ben's face again. I couldn't live
with that. When I found myself in front of my old house, I stopped. My legs
felt like concrete. I slowly moved up the front steps, and I realized the
carpet was gone from the porch. The front door had been replaced. There
were big, dark stains on the front porch, and it made me sick to my stomach
to realize it was blood. My blood. I started to shake a little bit
then. When I had calmed down a bit, I walked up to the door, put my key in
the lock, and crossed my fingers. When the key turned freely, I let out the
breath I had been holding in, opened the door to my former hell and stepped
inside. Except for the door and the missing astroturf from the porch,
nothing had been touched. I sat down in the middle of the living room floor
and cried for what felt like hours. I barely had the strength to move up to
the sofa. It was then that I realized I had forgotten my meds from the
bathroom at Ben's house. Shit. Now I was in pretty serious trouble. My arm,
my eye and my ribs were already throbbing from running from the Forster
house to my own, and I was starting to feel sick. I crawled into my parents
room and pulled the tobacco can out from under his side of the bed. When I
opened it, I had a little hope. They had at least forgotten to take their
weed when they left. I tossed my mom's pipe into the can and crawled back
to the sofa. I smoked a couple of bowls and started to relax, and then my
side cramped up from the coughing. When I was sure I wasn't gonna pass out,
I grabbed the phone off the side table, and called Kevin.
	After three rings, he answered the phone. "Kevin?" I asked. "Can
you come over? Bring me some of your mom's pain pills. I left mine
somewhere, and I can't go back there right now. I'm hurting pretty bad. I'm
at my old house."
	"Of course, man. I'll be right there. I just gotta grab some pills
for you and I'll be there in ten minutes."


	After he got the pills from his mom's room, Kevin decided he had
something better, and went to his room to get it. He knew Jeremy would like
the surprise, and maybe he would have some cash so they could get some
more. He stuffed four twenty dollar bags in his needle kit, threw it in his
backpack, and headed to his car. When he got to the front door, he could
hear Jeremy crying softly from the living room. He tapped on the door
twice, and headed into the house. When he looked at his friend, lying on
the sofa crying, he knew that it was more than the pain from his injuries
that had Jeremy crying. Kevin didn't know how long Jeremy had been taking
the pills, or how many he took a day, but he knew dope-sick when he saw
it. His friend was having withdrawal pains, and he was obviously scared. He
had no clue what was happening to him; he just thought his pills had worn
off. Well, Kevin could fix this. He had the kit right there in his bag.
	"Jer, look at me. I didn't know you were hurting so bad, man. I
only brought a couple of pills, and that's not going to be enough to make
you feel better. I've got something here that I think will help you, but
you're gonna freak out on me a little bit when I tell you. You need to
trust me right now. This will make you feel better. I think you've been
leaning on your pills too much, and I think you're maybe addicted. I've got
some tar, and I want you to try it. I'll mix it up, and I'll hit you, so
you don't have to touch the needle, ok?"
	Even though he felt like he was shaking hands with the devil
himself, Jeremy nodded his consent.
	He watched carefully as Kevin scraped the stuff into a spoon. It
looked like bong resin and smelled like ketchup. It was very bizarre. He
was fascinated by the ritual, especially when Kevin drew the brown liquid
up into the needle.
	Kevin looked at Jeremy, and for a moment he wondered if this was
maybe the worst thing he had ever done. He had always said he would never
introduce someone else to the needle, but his friend was hurting, and this
was the only thing he knew to do to fix it.
	"Alright, Jer, give me your arm." Kevin said quietly. "I promise
this won't hurt at all. Just look away until I tell you I'm done."
	Jeremy did as he was asked, and turned his head. Kevin was
right. It didn't hurt at all. He just felt a slight pinch, and then it was
like the sunrise itself was racing up his arm. He was warm, and very
sleepy. He couldn't remember ever feeling better than he did right now. As
he sank down to the floor, he thought he heard Kevin yelling his name, but
he couldn't answer. He couldn't talk, or even open his eyes. Even when the
blackness finally closed in, he was still very warm and happy.