Date: Mon, 03 Jun 2002 11:11:30 -0500
From: james smith <boyzheart@hotmail.com>
Subject: Steven - Chapter 1

Disclaimer: Please be advised that this material is intended for a mature
gay audience only. If you are under age, or offended by Gay erotic material
you should probably read no further.

Should you choose to read on, I hope you enjoy this fictional story of a
young man's quest for love and acceptance. The boy in this story is real;
the events and settings are not. I will be pleased to answer any questions
and welcome any comments. Each will be considered and replied to as I have
opportunity to do so. Email me at boyzheart@hotmail.com


Steven
Chapter 1


May 16, 2002

Josh,

Well, you should be well on the way to the Islands my friend! Did I ever
tell you how much I envy you of traveling to that part of the world?? I am
of course interested in travel and seeing different parts of the world. So
far God has been good to me and I have seen lots of places ... but not the
Hawaiian Islands. But that is a dream, one day it may be realized.

I hope the weather cooperates with you and you have a great and safe
journey.


I wanted to begin telling you of a young friend I made as a young man. It
may take several emails for me to relate the story to you. His name was
(is) Steven. Steven Worley. I first came to know Steven when he was yet a
small boy, only twelve years old. He had bright red hair and beautiful
brown eyes trimmed with long curly eyelashes that were a very dark red
themselves.

Steven hated the freckles that bathed his entire face, arms and hands
... but I adored them. I told him often that my Aunt used to tell me that
freckles were angel kisses, and that those children littered with freckles
were heavens favorites! He would beam and his eyes twinkled every time I
told him that story.

Steven had a troubled childhood. This is how I came to know him. One day
his natural mother had him get one pair of blue jeans, one shirt, one pair
of socks, and one pair of underpants. . . put them in a brown paper bag and
get in the car. She drove him to the next town (where I lived) and made him
get out of the car at his natural Father's house. While leaning against the
car, yet uncertain of the mission he was on, the mother called the father
on the cell phone and told the dad that Steven was on the doorstep with all
his belongings and she would not come back . ..Steven was no longer her
concern. She hung up the phone and drove away leaving Steven crying after
her in the driveway.

The Step Mother was an active church member in the church I attended, and I
was actually work partners with the boy's natural father. So from the start
I was aware of the trauma the family was going through. One evening at
church the Step Mother confided in me that she was struggling to
communicate with the boy as she was never ever around boys her whole life,
coming from a family of girls and having two daughters by this marriage
.. the advent of a stubborn, hateful, resentful little boy was all so
overwhelming for her.

To her credit, she did try to be a good mother. She took the boy to get new
clothes and got him enrolled in school .. but he was obviously struggling.
She asked me to please see if I could talk to him, befriend him to get him
to open up and be secure in his new home. The father was one of those types
who was always on the construction site, big burly, foul actually. . and
when he wasn't at work. . . he was hunting .. no time for a pesky little
kid who wasn't big enough to hold a rifle.

Enter Andy on the scene...