Date: Thu, 28 Jan 1999 21:40:04 -0500
From: Sidney Gittler <SidG@compuserve.com>
Subject: Arkansas Vacation: Scott

Welcome to the next part of Arkansas Vacation.  This part was written by
David, a new contributor to the series.  It does contain scenes of boy-boy
sex so if that's not your thing, illegal in your neck of the woods or you
wondered here by mistake, now's the time to leave.  Enjoy.  All comments
welcome at sidg@compuserve.com.


			 Arkansas Vacation: Scott
			     Written by David
			      Edited by Sid G
			Copyright by Sid G (c)1999

     He walked into the Tasty Buns late one afternoon.  Daniel was there
getting some work done and keeping an eye on business and saw him come in.
He was tall, about six feet, and appeared to be skinny under his loose
tee-shirt.  His fair face was thin, long brown hair tied into a pony tail.
The boy sat at the counter and dug into his pocket.  He counted all the
change in his hand .
      "Could I get a bowl of soup?" he asked the waiter.
      "Sure.  Be right back," the boy said.
     Daniel sat and observed him for a bit.  He had a strange feeling about
that boy, and he didn't know why.  Daniel mentally shrugged, and went back
to the paperwork in front of him.
     The boy at the counter got his soup and ate it slowly, enjoying every
spoonful.  It had been some time since he'd eaten last, and he wanted to
take it easy and enjoy the good, hot soup.
     Daniel heard a noise coming from the front of the restaurant, and
looked up to see a little boy run in with a man hot after him.  The boy at
the counter reacted before Daniel did, getting up and sweeping the little
boy behind him.
      "Out of my way, boy.  He's mine!" the man snarled.
      "I don't think so," the boy replied.
     Something in the man's voice unnerved Daniel.  He picked up his cell
phone and made a fast call as he watched the confrontation.  The little boy
behind the other one was very afraid of the man.
      "Who do you think you are?" the man demanded.
      "My name is Scott Davis.  This boy will be left alone.  Now leave,"
Scott demanded.
      "I will take him with me now!" the man charged.
     Scott reacted, grabbing the outstretched arm and shoved him into the
post by the register.  The man backed up, staggering.  Scott grabbed his
other arm and hip tossed him to the floor.  The man lay there, dazed.  At
that moment. Zeus and Sheriff Waters ran in.
     "Zeus, watch the guy on the floor," Daniel shouted.  The huge black
man nodded and turned to stand over the man.
     After talking to the waiter and Daniel Sheriff Waters escorted the man
out in cuffs.  The little boy came out from behind the counter and hugged
Scott.
      "Thank you.  He was going to hurt me," he cried.
      "I know, I could tell from the look on his face.  I wasn't going to
let that happen to you," Scott said.
      "I gotta go," the little boy said, then was gone before anybody could
stop him.
     Scott turned to sit back down.  There was a menu on the counter in
front of him.
      "Anything you want, is on me.  Thanks for your help," Daniel said.
      "Thanks," Scott nodded.
     "Come over when you finish.  Let's talk," Daniel said.
      "Okay," Scott nodded.
     He looked the menu over and placed his order.  Scott took his time,
enjoying the food.
     
     It was at least fifteen minutes before Scott sat down across from
Daniel
     "One second Scott," Daniel said without looking up.  Scott sipped his
glass of soda while waiting for Daniel to finish what he was doing.
      "Thanks for what you did.  You made a friend there," Daniel said.
      "It was nothing," Scott shrugged his shoulders.
      "It was something.  You did the right thing there," Daniel said.
      "I know what it's like to be chased, and to be hurt," Scott said
quietly.  "I couldn't stand there and let that kid get hurt."
     Daniel looked at Scott.  He saw something in the other boy's eyes.
"Want to go somewhere a bit private and talk?"
      "Sure," Scott nodded.
      "Okay.  Let me leave a message at my office," Daniel said.
     Scott watched the other boy walk into the back.  He liked his looks.
He reached down and adjusted his jeans a little so his cock would be more
comfortable.  Daniel came back a moment later.
      "Okay, let's go!" Daniel grinned.
     Scott followed Daniel out after thanking the cook for the good meal.
They walked up the street awhile, then entered a small bar.  Daniel led him
to a table in the back and they sat down.
      "Want a drink?" Daniel asked as a boy walked over.
      "Just a Coke," Scott asked.
      "Make that two," Daniel nodded.
     The drinks arrived a moment later.  Scott took a sip of his then set
it down.
      "Tell me about yourself.  How did you get here?" Daniel asked.
      "Long story," Scott said.
      "I got plenty of time," Daniel said.
     Scott sighed.  "Okay."

     Scott had been born in Texas.  He was thirteen, and he enjoyed his
life with his family until a freak accident killed them all when he was
eleven.  Since then, he had been shuffled around from relative to relative,
and then into the foster care system.  He got abused on a regular basis,
each person doing worse to him.
     One "foster father" had been a tattoo artist.  The man got drunk one
night and beat up Scott bad.  The man then placed three tattoos onto Scott.
When Scott had come to and saw them, he ran away.  He had been arrested by
the Texas Rangers and taken to Juvenile Hall.  The kids there beat him up
as well and passed him around.  He had run away from there three weeks ago,
and had heard about Peckertown.  He had come here hoping for a better life.
     He had discovered that he liked other boys when he had turned eleven.
He was going to come out to his Dad and ask him about it all, but he'd
never gotten the chance.  His sexual education had consisted of what had
been done to him.
     Daniel felt himself get angry.  That was no way for someone to be
treated.  As he listened to Scott, his mind began working.  The hotel was
almost ready to open and Scott would be perfect there.  He had great
defense skills that could be put to good use.
      "What do you hope to do here?" Daniel asked.
     Scott shifted in his seat.  "I wasn't sure at first.  After what
happened at that restaurant this morning, I've got a good idea of what I
could do.  Help protect some of these kids."
     Daniel nodded.  "That I like the sound of.  Sometimes things do get
out of hand and some kids do get hurt.  Another boy named Yoshi is opening
a martial arts school, maybe you could teach some self defense classes
there."
      "That would be a start," Scott admitted.
      "We also have a hotel opening soon.  You could be assistant head of
security there as well, fit in with the boys working as waiters, etc."
Daniel said.
      "You own a few places here?" Scott asked.
      "My family does.  I help manage them all," Daniel said.
      "That's cool.  Your family treats all the boys here fairly?" Scott
said.
      "Yeah, we sure do.  You'll meet everybody sooner or later, and you'll
get to see and understand everything," Daniel told him.  "For now, you'll
come home with me."
      "Thanks.  By the way, never caught your name," Scott said.
     Daniel extended his hand.  "My name is Daniel Jorgenson."
      "Daniel, glad to meet you.  Thanks for being a friend," Scott said.
      "Everyone needs a friend.  I'm gonna try to make your life better
anyway I can," Daniel said.
     They walked out and Daniel hailed a cab.  They climbed in and the cab
drove off.  Scott looked out the window at the sights, noting that
Peckertown looked normal, except for the large number of boys running
around in various stages of undress.  He had imagined a sex place every
thirty feet from each other.  It wasn't that way at all.  The buildings
looked very normal, the residents and tourists looked normal too.  The cab
turned up the street and then stopped in front of a house.
      "There ya go Daniel," The teenager driving said.
      "Thanks Tony.  See you later," Daniel said, getting out and handing
the young man money.
     Scott followed Daniel up the steps to the house.  Daniel opened the
door and led Scott in.  The house was decorated simply, the usual furniture
in the living room, kitchen, and dining room.
      "Won't your folks get upset seeing me here?" Scott asked.
      "No.  I live here with my lover," Daniel explained.
      "That's cool.  Your folks don't mind?" Scott asked.
      "No.  They gave this house to Marc and me," Daniel grinned.
     Scott smiled back.  Things were getting better and better.  He
followed Daniel up the stairs and into a bedroom.  He dropped his pack on
the bed.  He saw an open door and looked in.  It was a bathroom, complete
with tub and shower.
      "Go ahead, use the shower if you want," Daniel said, coming up behind
Scott.
      "I smell that bad, huh?" Scott asked.
      "No comment!" Daniel laughed.  "Got any clean clothes?"
     Scott went to his pack and pulled his clothes from it.  "No I don't."
      "No problem.  You're just a little bit taller than me so I'll loan
you some of mine," Daniel said.
      "Thanks," Scott smiled.
     Daniel turned and walked out of the bedroom, closing the door behind
him.  Scott took his clothes off and dropped them on the floor.  He walked
into the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror.  He saw that he
needed a shave, so he looked through the drawers and found shaving gear in
there.  He took his time shaving, enjoying it.  He decided to run water in
the tub and soak.  It had been a long time since he had that pleasure.  He
sighed as he slid into the hot water in the tub.
      "Man that feels good!" he exclaimed.
     Scott stretched out, feeling the hot water around his body, feeling
the heat soak in.  He sat there for a long while, then sat up and washed
himself clean.  He got out, and dried off.  He felt so much better now.  He
looked at himself in the mirror again.  He looked cleaner and a lot better.
     He looked at his tattoos.  One was an eagle on the back of his left
shoulder, one was a multicolored dragon on the left upper arm, and the
third was a simple chain link around the forearm.  A flash of anger went
through him.  Scott sighed.  He turned and went into the bedroom.  The
clothes he had dumped on the floor were gone, and there were sweat pants
and a shirt on the bed.  Scott pulled on the briefs, then the pants.  He
was about to put the shirt on when Daniel walked in.  Daniel saw the
tattoos.
      "Oh, I'm sorry for barging in," he said, staring.  Daniel couldn't
believe that someone would actually go and put tattoos on a boy forcefully.
He looked away, angry at himself for staring.
      "Daniel, it's okay.  I'm used to the looks by now.  I've gotten used
to having them," Scott said.
      "What happened to the guy?" Daniel asked.
      "They let him off on an insanity plea," Scott said.
      "Tell me all about this guy.  I have some pull with people in the
state offices.  He'll never work in this state," Daniel promised.
     Scott pulled the shirt on.  "Thanks for the clothes.  You have no idea
what the bath did for me."
      "Glad to have helped.  Marc and I want you to stay here for as long
as you like," Daniel said.
      "You told him about me?" Scott asked, following Daniel down to the
kitchen.
      "Actually, he called me.  Seems someone called him and my father and
told them about the fight in the restaurant," Daniel said, sitting at the
table.
      "Oh.  He's okay with me being here?" Scott asked.
      "Sure.  Just relax a bit.  We'll go back to the restaurant for dinner
later.  My Dad wants to meet you." Daniel said, sipping a cup of coffee.
      "Cool.  Thanks for all this," Scott said.
      "I've got your clothes in the wash.  I don't think they'll last much
longer.  Why don't I give you some money, and you can go and buy what
clothes you want?" Daniel suggested.
      "You don't have to do that," Scott said.
      "Yes I do.  I insist on it," Daniel said.
     Scott sighed.  "Okay.  I'll work it off later."
     Daniel thought about that.  "Okay.  We can work something out later."
      "I'll do whatever you ask in bed later," Scott said hesitatingly.
      "No you won't.  I already have a lover, and you don't need to do that
for anything I've done for you.  I'm doing this because there's something I
like about you, because of what you did this morning.  I don't want to hear
about that again," Daniel said.
      "I'm sorry.  I'm used to doing sex things to get food and clothes
while I lived in Texas, and when I traveled here.  I thought you wanted the
same," Scott stated.
     Daniel put his hand on Scott's shoulder.  "Not here in my house.  You
are welcome to anything."
     Scott smiled and squeezed Daniel's hand.

     After Daniel got out of the cab, Scott went to the mall.  He walked
around the place window shopping first.  He drifted into stores and looked
to see what was available here.  It seemed there was a whole new market for
clothes and things here for boys and men.  There was hardly any women's
clothing.  Some places were a little too expensive for his taste.  Scott
preferred the simple look.  He ended up buying two pairs of jeans, half
dozen long sleeve shirts, half dozen short sleeve shirts, a dozen t-shirts,
four pairs of shorts, new shoes (the ones he had on were just about gone),
and two dozen assorted briefs.  He found a sport store and bought four
pairs of Speedos.  He had been a swimmer before everything changed for him.
     He got everything home and put away in the room Daniel had given him.
He discarded his old shoes and got comfortable on the couch in the living
room.  Turning on the TV, he channel surfed for a bit.  He noticed that
there were quite a few shows starring only boys.  Of course there were the
usual shows as well.  He found four different sport channels.  Three
featured adult sports, the fourth featured boys sports.  He reached for the
TV magazine and read it.  the listings were impressive.  The boy's sport
channel featured basketball, football, swimming, track, and wrestling.  His
heart leaped at the swimming entry, it came on soon.  There were more
entries about other sports, but he barely noticed them.  He turned to the
boys sport channel and waited for the swimming competitions to start.
     He remembered the last swim meet he had been in.  All those boys in
Speedos had turned him on incredibly.  He'd really had to concentrate on
swimming to win his events.  Those had been fun days.  He wondered if there
was a community swim team he could join.  He'd ask Daniel later.  The swim
meet was beginning, and he turned his attention to it.  Halfway through it,
he dozed off.  He started dreaming of his parents.  They just stood there,
smiling.  After a few minutes, they started fading away.
      "Mom!  Dad!  Don't leave me!" he cried.
     He woke quick, sitting up and looking around.  He was still in the
living room but there was a lady sitting on the edge of the couch with a
concerned look on her face.  She reached out to him, rubbing his shoulder.
Before he realized it, he was in her arms and crying on her shoulder.  She
held him for a long time.
      "Are you okay?" she asked when he stopped crying.
      "Yes," he whispered.  "I was dreaming about my parents.  Why did they
leave me?"
      "I don't know.  No parent ever wants to die and leave their kids
behind," the lady said.
     She held him for a long time.  Scott relaxed, feeling good that this
lady would comfort him.
      "I need to use the bathroom," he said finally.
     She let him go, and he went into the bathroom to clean up.  He came
back and saw her sitting at the kitchen table, sipping coffee.
      "Feeling better?" she asked.
      "Yes thank you," Scott replied.  "My name is Scott."
      "I'm Frances Jorgenson, Daniel's mother," she said.
      "Glad to meet you," Scott shook her hand.
      "I came here to pick you up for dinner.  If you're ready we can go,"
she smiled.
     Scott nodded.  They left the house, driving down to the restaurant.
Scott was feeling better now he had gotten his grief out of his system.
But it would never leave, he knew.  He had loved his parents too much.
They arrived at the restaurant.  Scott walked in behind her.
      "Hi, Scott.  I see you met my Mom," Daniel said, walking over.
      "Yes.  She's a cool lady," Scott grinned.
      "I think so too," Daniel laughed.
     They all sat down after the introductions were made.  Scott told them
about himself and his past.  Elija asked him what he had planned to do
here.  Scott mentioned some ideas.
      "Well, Daniel's told me about wanting you for assistant head of
security at the hotel.  From what I heard of this morning, you have the
skills necessary to qualify.  So will you be the person for the job?" Elija
said.
      "It's more than just the physical end sir.  It's being able to talk
them down and not giving any kind of ground up.  I got tired of getting
beat on, so I started training myself to defend myself.  I could teach
others as well," Scott offered, hoping they would say yes.
      "I'll think about that.  For the time being, Marc and Daniel are
going to have you stay with them," Elija said.  "Welcome to Peckertown."
      "Thank you for everything," Scott said.
      "Now, let's eat!" Elija exclaimed.
     Dinner was a simple affair.  The food was good, the family very
friendly.  They didn't press for any more details of his life from him, but
asked about hobbies, likes, and dislikes.  Scott managed to answer all
their questions.
     Daniel didn't say much, Scott noticed.
     After dinner, Scott wandered out into the restaurant observing what
was going on.  It was a bit busy.  He saw the big black man sitting at a
table by himself.  On an impulse, Scott walked over.
      "Hi," Scott said.
      "Hi, it's Scott, right?" the man asked, shaking hands.
      "Yes, you remembered!" Scott smiled.
     Scott sat down in front of him.  A glass of Coke was placed in front
of him.
      "Yeah.  Those were pretty good moves this morning," he complemented.
"My name is Zeus."
      "Glad to meet you," Scott smiled.  "What do you do here?"
      "I'm the operations manager at the new hotel.  I'm also setting up a
therapist office to counsel any boy who wants or needs it," Zeus explained.
     Scott grew quiet.  He remembered what that psychologist had done to
him. That pain wouldn't go away.
     He stood up.  "Sorry to have bothered you."
     Zeus looked surprised.  "You aren't bothering me."
     He watched Scott walk away.  The boy had turned cold quickly, and that
concerned him.  Daniel sat down in the spot that Scott had vacated.
      "What's wrong?" he asked.
      "That boy.  I was talking to Scott, telling him what I was doing here
in Peckertown.  He got real cold, then got up and walked out," Zeus
explained.  "Something I said must have upset him."
     "Dad and I had a feeling he was holding something back.  I was hoping
you could help," Daniel said, "especially if he's going to be your
assistant head of security."
     Zeus raised an eyebrow, "I can, but only if he decides that he needs
help."
     Scott walked down the street.  Images from his past crowded in on him.
Why did people hurt him?  Why had his uncles and cousins, all of his
relatives, hurt him and treat him so cruelly?  He didn't know.  They'd been
nice and kind to him before his folks died.  Instantly they had changed,
becoming cold and heartless.  Scott kept going when things had been rough.
Their revealing that they knew he was gay made things even harder than
before.  His parents wouldn't have cared, he was their son and they would
have still loved him, no matter what.
     One uncle had decided to take Scott to a psychiatrist to "straighten
him out."  Instead the man took advantage of him, molesting and even raping
him.  Scott nearly killed him, but walked out at the last second with the
man's gun.  The Texas Rangers had found him and arrested him for having the
gun.  He told them everything, and as a result, he was sent into state
care.  He testified against the man, cousins, and the two uncles.  All of
them went to jail, especially the shrink after they found a book with nude
pictures of the boys he had in his care.  They were located, and the ones
still living testified.  Ten of them had committed suicide.  Scott left
after the trials.  He wanted away from there.  He wanted his pain to stop,
his nightmares to stop.  Scott sat down on a bench in the park.  Large
lights kept it bright even as the sun faded.  He watched some boys playing
frisbee.  He wished he could be like that again.  He was tired of running,
of fighting, and hurting.
      "Hi," a voice next to him said.
     He turned to see a red headed boy with the most beautiful hazel eyes
looking at him.  He felt his heart skip a beat.  The boy smiled.
      "Got a name, dude?" he asked.
      "Yeah.  I'm Scott," he said.
      "Are you the dude who kicked that guy's ass in the Tasty Buns this
morning?" the boy asked.
      "Yeah, I am.  You heard about it?" Scott asked.
      "Hell yeah!  Lot of people talking about it man," the boy grinned.
"By the way, I'm Frank.  "Hi Frank, nice to meet you," Scott said, shaking
hands.
     "Hang on a second," Frank said.
     Scott watched the boy toss the frisbee at some kids, then sit down
next to Scott.
     "So where you staying?" Frank asked.
     "With a kid named Daniel," Scott said.
     "Last name Jorgenson?" Frank asked.
     Scott nodded.  "Seems real nice."
     "They are.  The Jorgensons are so cool.  They house, clothe, and feed
a lot of us.  I live in a set of barracks by the hotel they're reopening.
The place is known as the slave quarters," Frank said.
     Scott felt a chill run through him.  "They make you guys slaves, and
you say they're cool?"
     "Dude, you aren't understanding here.  A lot of us choose to live
there, and do what they say.  We work in their various businesses.  We earn
money, they pay us well.  From what I understand, the place is called that
because someone nicknamed it that," Frank said quickly, seeing how pissed
Scott got.
     Scott relaxed a bit.  "They don't force you into anything, do they?"
     "No, man.  They aren't like that.  It's complicated to explain," Frank
said.
     "Okay.  I'll take your word for it," Scott said.
     Frank smiled. "Dude, you too cool."
     Scott had to laugh.  He couldn't remember the last time he had
laughed.  Felt good, too.
      "Scott, let's get out of here," Frank suggested.
      "Okay," Scott said.  "Hey, how about going to where I'm staying, and
we go swimming.  There's a pool in the backyard."
      "Now you talking!" Frank exclaimed.
     Scott grinned.  Both of them stood up and walked out of the park.
Scott hailed a cab and gave the driver the address.  Scott led Frank into
the house.
      "I'm gonna go up and get my Speedos on," Scott said.
     Frank moved in closer.  "Why?  Why hide that package of yours?  I've
seen everything before."
     Scott felt lightheaded.  Was this what he wanted?  To fall in love and
be happy?
      "Scott, look at me," Frank said softly.
     Scott looked up into Frank's face.  Frank looked into Scott's eyes and
saw fear there.  Instantly he knew.
      "Are you afraid of being hurt again?  I won't.  I'll help you if you
let me.  I really like you.  I'm not saying that just to get sex from you.
I'm saying that because I mean that.  Something about you attracted me to
you.  I've been hurt a few times myself.  I left my home to come here to
find myself, to find peace again.  I've since forgiven my Father for what
he did.  You need to let it all go, it's destroying you," Frank said.
     Scott began to cry, trying to keep a hold on himself.  Frank wrapped
his arms around him.
 "Let it all go, Scott.  Let it all go.  Only then will the pain stop,"
Frank whispered into Scott's ear.  Scott completely broke down, letting his
tears, frustration, rage, and pain out.  Frank held onto Scott, not saying
anything more.  Scott wore himself out, slowing down until he started to
pass out.  Frank managed to get a grip on Scott.  He turned, seeing Daniel
and Zeus standing there.
     Daniel motioned to Frank.  Frank lifted Scott and carried him up the
stairs and into his room.  He laid Scott down and pulled his shoes, pants,
and shirt off.  He was shocked to see some of the scars and tattoos.  Zeus
reacted, anger crossing his face.  Frank motioned them to be quiet.
     He stepped out into the hall and told them what had happened.  Daniel
and Zeus nodded, then went back downstairs.  Frank went back into the room
and closed the door.  He saw Scott so vulnerable and fragile.  He stripped
and got into bed with Scott.  He wrapped his arm around Scott, then went to
sleep.

     Scott woke the next morning.  He found himself in bed, with Frank
holding him.  He could feel the boy's breath on his neck.  He carefully
turned to look at Frank.  Frank looked so peaceful and calm.  It was then
he realized he was in love.  He carefully reached out and touched Frank's
cheek.  Frank woke up right then and looked up at Scott.  They looked into
each other's eyes.  Before they knew it, they were kissing.  It was more
than just a simple kiss.  It went beyond a kiss.  It brought them together,
caused them to fall deeply in love.  They broke apart a moment later.
      "Hey," Frank whispered.
      "Yeah," Scott said.
     They lay in each other's arms for a time, just relaxing.  Frank moved
his hands over Scott's body.
      "Shower?" Scott asked.
      "Sure.  I need a shave as well," Frank agreed.
     Scott smiled and got out of bed, pulling Frank with him.  He led Frank
into the bathroom.  Turning on the hot water in the sink, Scott got the
shaving stuff out of the drawer.  Scott washed Frank's face, then lathered
it up with the shave cream.  Frank grinned.  Scott very carefully shaved
Frank's face.
      "Hey, you did good.  I could get used to this," he laughed.
     Scott watched Frank reach down and fondle himself.  Seeing the puzzled
look on Scott's face, he took Scott's hand and placed it there.  Scott
realized a moment later that there was no hair there.  Scott noticed
Frank's red pubic hair had been cut down short and neat.  Frank laughed
again at Scott's reaction.
      "I like it that way," he said.
     Scott blushed.  Frank got on his knees and slowly pulled Scott's blue
briefs off.  Scott's own brown pubic hair stuck out wild and was thick.
Frank ran his fingers through it.
      "Would you let me?" he asked.
     Scott nodded.  Frank had Scott lie down on his back.  He found some
scissors in a drawer.  He combed Scott's pubic hair out, then started
cutting.  When he was done, the hair looked neater and short.  Next he
washed Scott's cock and balls.  Scott felt his six inched get hard.  Frank
lathered him up, then carefully shaved his groin clean.  They got into the
shower afterwards.  Frank took Scott into his arms.
      "How does it feel now?" he asked.
      "Kind of strange, but nice.  I could learn to like this," Scott
grinned.
     "Now where have I heard that before?" Frank asked, laughing.
     Frank took his time washing Scott all over.  Scott closed his eyes and
let the feelings take over.  He felt good.  It felt like Frank was cleaning
the dirt out of his soul and spirit.  Scott sighed, feeling Frank's hands
touch and caress him every where.  This touching was so different from the
touching that others had done.  It was a gentle touching, a loving kind of
touching.  He moaned softly, shivering from the feelings.  This was great.
      "Feeling good now?  There's more yet to come," Frank said.
     Frank continued to wash Scott, marveling at how the boy was reacting
to his touches.  He left Scott's cock alone for now, saving that for the
last.  Frank washed Scott's back, legs, ass, and slipped a finger into the
cleft.  Scott moved his legs wider, wanting to feel more of the finger.
Frank slowly penetrated Scott's ass with his finger.  Scott reacted.
      "That feels good," he hissed.
     Frank grinned.  He kept pushing his finger in, trying to pleasure
Scott.  Scott moaned and groaned, feeling passion rising inside of him.
Frank finally reached around Scott and took hold of the boy's now smooth
balls.  He touched them once, and Scott cried out and shivered.
      "That's so incredible!" he exclaimed.
      "Told you," Frank laughed.
     Frank then moved his hand up to Scott's cock.  The six inch boy tool
was hard and erect.  Frank took hold of it and started to lightly stroke
Scott off.  Scott was going crazy, his body out of control.  He'd never
felt this way before.  He felt Frank's hand move up and down on his shaft,
giving him intense pleasure.  Scott was crying and moaning.
     "Frank...gonna cum...gonna...CUM!" Scott yelled, the feelings too
much.
     He slammed Frank against the wall of the shower as he ejaculated, his
sperm flying all over in the shower.  He panted as the shots went through
the hard cock, the waves of pleasure roaring through him.  Scott collapsed
once he finished coming.  Frank lowered the exhausted boy down to the floor
and cradled him in his arms as he rinsed the soap off Scott.  Scott
squeaked from the intense pleasure as Frank rinsed him clean.  Scott broke
down again and cried.  Frank held him close until Scott relaxed again.
      "Feel better?" Frank asked.
      "Yes.  God, that was so.....," Scott couldn't finish the sentence.
      "Don't even try to describe what you felt, what you saw, and what you
heard.  It's impossible to.  You never will.  Just know you experienced
love for what it should be, a pleasurable experience shared between two
guys," Frank said.
      "I'll never forget this," Scott promised.
      "I know you won't," Frank stated.
     They both stood up.  Scott took the soap from Frank and attempted to
give Frank the same treatment.  He wasn't able to duplicate it, but managed
to get Frank off big time.  They came downstairs after getting dressed.
Scott smelled coffee as he walked into the kitchen.  Marc, Daniel, and Zeus
were sitting at the table.  Daniel grinned.
      "Hey, you two are up!" he cheered.
     Scott nodded, then went for some coffee.  Frank gave Zeus a puzzled
look.
     "Scott, what's up, man?" Frank asked.  "Why so cold to Zeus?"
     Scott stood there for a few moments.  "My Uncle Charlie dragged me to
a fucking shrink to try and 'make me normal', but the guy molested and
raped me.  Now you know."
     Scott dropped the cup of coffee in the sink and walked out of the
house.  He walked down the street, memories washing over him.  He
remembered what the guy said, how he had hurt him.  Even though he was
locked away, Scott still hated him.
      "You gotta let it go, gotta forgive the guy if you ever want to be
happy," the voice of his father sounded in his head.
      "It's hard for me to let go, Dad.  What he did, what Uncle Charlie
and all the others did," Scott whispered to his Dad.
      "They all will face God and answer for all they did someday son.  You
have a chance to be happy now.  Frank seems like a good boy.  He loves you
and cares for you.  That man, Zeus can help you if you give him a chance.
Son, your mom and I will never leave you," his father's voice said.
     Scott stopped and watched a group of boys ride by on bikes.  "I'll
give him a chance."
     He turned and started walking back.  Halfway back, he saw Frank
standing on the sidewalk.  Scott walked up to him, silently hugged him then
took his hand and led him back to the house.
      "I'm sorry for yelling at y'all.  Wasn't your fault.  Zeus, I....need
your help," Scott said.
     Zeus stood.  "I'll help you anyway I can, Scott.  I'll try not to hurt
you like you were.  That's not what I'm about.  I care about people."
      "Frank, I'm sorry if I hurt you," Scott apologized.
      "Don't worry about it.  Your life will be different now," Frank
smiled.

                                                       *****
     
     Life did get better.  Frank taught Scott what love really was about.
Zeus and everyone else helped Scott to start living again.
     Scott helped Zeus as well, in addition to his therapy.  Scott took a
whole day off to write letters to his relatives and the psychiatrist who
had hurt him.  He forgave them all.  Scott was truly happy again.
  
     Eventually Scott and Frank got a place of their own at an apartment
house near the hotel.
     "Hey lover, what are you doing?" Frank called out from bed their first
night in their new home.
      "Be right there, hon.  Just gotta brush my teeth," Scott said.
      "Well hurry.  I'm so horny," Frank yelled.
      "Patience, man!" Scott yelled back.
      "Patience my ass!" Frank laughed.
      "What am I gonna do with you?" Scott asked.
      "Love me," Frank snapped back.
      "I already do," Scott said, appearing in the doorway.
     He was wearing a silk thong that he liked.  Frank whistled.  Scott
grinned, then came to bed.  They spent a few minutes kissing.  Then they
got down to the serious stuff.  Frank and Scott caressed each other,
kissing and sucking on each other's bodies.  Frank slipped his hands into
Scott's thong and slipped it off him.
      "These are in the way," he complained.
     Frank's mouth found Scott's cock.  He gently sucked it first, then
swirled his tongue around the head and shaft.  Scott hissed with pleasure,
feeling real good now.  Scott turned into a 69, taking Frank's hard six in
his mouth.  Both lovers sucked on each other.  Scott was getting close.
      "Close," he groaned.
      "Then take me, lover.  Get inside of me," Frank asked, rolling onto
his back.
     Scott lubed them up, then slid his cock inside Frank.
     "Here.  Here is my love, all for you," Scott whispered.
     His pleasure began as he slowly fucked Frank.  Frank moaned and
groaned and Scott pushed his boyhood deep into Frank.  He loved this.  He
felt so close to Frank when they had intercourse, weather he was doing the
fucking, or being fucked.  He fucked faster, the passion getting more and
more.
     "Frank!" he wailed, losing control.
     Scott felt himself cum inside Frank as Frank squeezed his ass down on
Scott's cock.  Scott shivered and shook all the way through his orgasm.  He
rested on Frank, feeling complete.  Frank turned on his side, holding
Scott..  They kissed as Scott's cock withdrew itself from Frank.  Frank
moved behind Scott.  Lying on their sides, he placed his cock at Scott's
entrance and slowly pushed in.  Frank was a master at the art of slow fuck.
He didn't shoot hard and fast, his cum just oozed out of his cock.  He
started fucking Scott.
     Scott closed his eyes and felt Frank's cock move inside of him slow.
He wept tears of joy and pleasure, giving voice to it, telling Frank over
and over how much he loved Frank.  Frank kissed his neck, then hugged him
tight.  That was his way of telling Scott that he came.  They relaxed once
more, kissing.  They cuddled up, and went to sleep.