Date: Tue, 11 Nov 2008 20:16:46 -0500
From: Kip Parker <stationwagonboi (at) hotmail (dot) com>
Subject: A Toy of One's Own - Chapter 1

Disclaimer: This story contains sexual content of a homosexual nature
between consenting teenagers. It is intended for mature audiences only.  If
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				Chapter One

    The dim light of the alley showed a young teen with long blonde hair
standing up on his toes, as he was only about 5' 5" tall, as he tried to
peer into the depths of the dark blue rusty dumpster. It was located behind
a diner and he hoped for some food scraps as he was very hungry or he might
get lucky and find something he could use as a makeshift sleeping bag to
ward off the chill of the damp night. It would be another miserable rainy
night in the park again, but better that than the hell he had left behind
which had become a place he could never call home.

    Suddenly, with out warning rough hands pulled him down from the side of
the bin and a smack to the side of his face sent him reeling to the
ground. A couple of swift kicks to his ribs and he instinctively was curled
up in a tight ball. His bright blue eyes opened wide in fear and then
closed tight to shut out the vision of the cruel blows that fell on his
young adolescent body. He heard words from two guys that included the
phrases " fuckin' kid", "little sissy" and "faggot ass", words that he had
heard hurled at him before but never with such deliberate violence. He felt
hands tear at his pockets and the crackle of his few meager dollar bills
being transferred into some one else's pocket.  Fortunately he did not see
the rough punks rip open his dusty back pack that he had set down only
minutes ago on the ground, a dingy' T shirt, a pair of cargo shorts, a
packet of papers were all thrown in the mud puddles that surrounded the
kid. They found nothing else to steal, and he had not seen the soiled hands
grab a small teddy bear and hurl it away in disgust and anger with the
words "shit, nothing else here" accompanying it's trajectory to the wet
ground.

    The sound of feet on pavement faded away while he sobbed quietly with
his eyes still closed. Perhaps, he thought, it would have been more
merciful if they had just killed him and stopped both the physical pain and
terrible emotional ache that he had felt the past month. It was a terrible
experience for a fifteen and a half year old kid, a gentle and sweet
natured boy, to be out on the streets. It was a crushing life. He closed
his eyes and his body shook with almost silent sobs. A light mist was
falling on the muddy form crouched on the ground and it seemed to get even
darker still in the grubby alley.

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    The teen night at the coffee house had been a cool idea at the time,
the music was OK but everyone looked so dull and boring and so old. Like
most were in their twenties, far older then me, like I am 17 and a half. I
was really not too interested in meeting anyone there. I had gone out with
my buddy Jeffey who is just 16 and 'cause it was Saturday night, we always
do stuff together on the weekend. It was a lousy night anyways to be
outside, with a light mist and rain, so inside was good.  But now the
coffee house plan got old real fast and it was time to make our escape.

    We got bored real quick like after the band was on a break so we
decided to go back to my place and watch a movie as it was just about 10.30
pm. I had parked my Jeep on a side street not far away. Making a few choice
remarks about the crappy weather we dove into the dry vehicle to make the
trip home. I decided to cut down an alley to get back to the main
street. It was lucky I did take that route cause of what I suddenly found.

    As we cruised down the alley, suddenly I hit the brakes on the Jeep
really hard.

    "Blake! What the fuck are you doing!" shouted Jeffey.

    I pointed to the sidewalk and said, "There!"

    There by the edge of the narrow alley shone a mop of some very blond
hair behind a cardboard box on the sidewalk that my headlights had briefly
picked up and shone brightly in the foggy mist of the late August
night. What the fuck was it? Was it a person, a doll, a store mannequin?

    Oh My God! It was a big doll! I almost laughed at myself, but suddenly
stopped. Hell No! It was a boy who was crumpled up on the ground by an
overflowing dumpster, I jumped out with the engine still running and my
buddy Jeffey, stunned momentarily by my sudden actions, was left sitting in
his seat. He too jumped out and quickly followed to see what was what.

    In a second I was kneeling in a shallow rain puddle beside the kid.  He
was young, dirty and had wet, beautiful long blond hair.

    He was breathing, but had his eyes closed and he was covered with
mud. His hoodie was soaked and his beautiful blond hair was matted against
his forehead and face. He opened his eyes and they were the most incredible
intense blue I had ever seen. They were freakin' awesome. Tears stained his
blotchy face as witness to his recent crying and tears were still rolling
down his cheeks. I guessed that he had been mugged and just left there.

    All I could think of was to say, "It is OK," I wanted to help him his
so bad and make him stop crying.

    His eyes opened and showed fear but then he took a good look at me.  He
saw a teen just a few years older then himself with spiked up dark hair and
a silver ear cuff with green eyes looking down at him with real concern. I
guess he instantly decided I was OK, maybe kind even. I tried to look
helpful. "Hey, I am pretty nice to look at if I do say so myself, cause I
get lots of compliments." I commented with a broad smile and a chuckle to
put him at his ease.

    "It's gonna be all right," I said. It will be OK."

    I figured he was not too badly hurt even though he looked pretty kicked
around. So I didn't think we needed immediate medical help. But he
definitely needed to be in a safe dry place. That was for sure.

    His blue eyes darted about, and a look of more panic crossed his pretty
face. I know pretty when I see it, and this kid sure was, especially so. I
had been looking at other boys, checking them out and rating their looks
since I was about nine.

    "Where is my stuff? " He had a very panicked look.

    I looked around and saw a muddy blue back pack and beside it was what I
guess had been its former contents strewed around: a couple of T-shirts, a
battered book, some cargo shorts, a pair of dirty sox and a small plastic
bundle in the mud puddle, he made a struggle from my supporting arms to get
at his meager possessions, I suddenly realized maybe it was all he had in
the whole world or at least terribly important to him.

    With a dismayed look he began to sob uncontrollably. Choking out the
words he sadly said, "Those fuckers, what did they think they would find in
there - drugs and gold?"

    I felt really bad for him. I almost wanted to cry. It really got to me,
how could someone do this to such a beautiful boy?

    "Where is Burrr?" he suddenly cried out.

    Then he began to sob again really hard like. Tears really flowed down.

    "What is it?" I asked, wondering what he meant.

    "Burrr, my bear." he said timidly, in an almost childlike way, like
searching for a lost prize toy.

    I looked around and spotted a well loved and somewhat mud splattered
teddy bear almost hidden behind the wheels of the dumpster. I was glad at
least one good remnant of what I guessed had been part of a happy childhood
memory was able to be saved.

    Briefly letting go, I stepped over and I retrieved the wet and muddy
bear and handed it to him. He clutched it tightly and curled himself up
into a ball.

    Looking at the fresh scrapes and bruises on him I was horrified at the
treatment he had received from some thugs. He looked about 13. My guess the
kid had been homeless, out on the streets and had been an easy target cause
he was so young and innocent looking. He appeared kinda grubby beyond his
recent beating. His hoodie was pretty shabby and torn. Despite the mud his
beauty was sure still evident.


    I yelled for Jeffey to help me with him but then realized he was right
beside us. He was immediately on his knees on the other side of the kid and
we helped the sobbing and shaking kid up on his feet and we both staggered
with him into the back seat of the Jeep.

    "Could you get his stuff?" I did not want to leave him. I did not want
him to feel alone or bolt from the Jeep in fear in desperation.

    Jeffey quickly walked back to the scene of the attack and grabbed the
back pack and stuffed in the few clothes and the other loose stuff and the
plastic coated packet that had been looted from the bag and with a glance
to make sure nothing else was lost he came back to the Jeep. I sat quietly
in the back seat clutching the sobbing mystery kid who was holding on to
his bear as if it was a life preserver.

    I glanced back, and seeing that we had got everything from the rifled
school bag as I held the kid even closer to me. He felt cold and damp. He
was shivering and probably not just from the evening chill but from fear
and fright.

    "You drive," I told Jeffey.

    "Where to?" He asked as he slid into the seat.

    I felt how thin he was and almost fragile. I looked up from the shaking
boy and said one word, "Home!"

    Jeffey peeled out and soon we were on the main drag heading to my
'rents home in the burbs.

    I knew what the kid needed or guessed that he needed to be in a safe
and warm dry place and we could sort out other problems later. He seemed
unhurt except for being bruised and being definitely shaken up, the real
problem was that he was scared shitless.

    We got to my house and Jeffey drove around to the garage in the back.
My 'rents place is really cool. It is a great place that has an ultra fancy
pool house in back that my parents let me live in. It is attached to the
main house by a breezeway. The pool house has a big room to lounge in, a
tiny kitchen, nice bath and two other rooms. The biggest is my bedroom with
a sliding glass door out to the pool. It is really a sweet setup. It has
everything like a small apartment. My folks travel on business a lot so I
am on my own pretty often and I like having a small place of my own rather
then rattling around in a big empty house all by myself. Well not always by
myself cause Jeffey, my best bud, is pretty much always around. I like that
a lot.

    Jeffey helped me get the poor kid into the living room of the pool
house, one of us on each side of him. We got him on the couch as soggy as
he was, like who the fuck cares about furniture at a time like this, I just
wanted him to be comfortable. For a skater type Jeffey is pretty
domesticated, he did think to throw a blanket on the couch before we sat
the still sobbing kid down on it.

    Jeffey, for being just 16, has a lot of smarts. His cute butt quickly
disappeared into the small kitchen to make some instant hot chocolate,
while I sat beside my rescued waif and just held him as he was still
shaking.

    In a few minutes we had thrust a mug of dark chocolate Swiss Miss into
the kids muddy hands. He looked at it for a second then began to take small
sips.

    Jeffey came over and sat on the other side and began rubbing his
shoulders and tried to get him to relax and stop shaking. He finally did
stop shaking when he finished the hot chocolate.

    "I'm Blake and this is my buddy Jeffey." I could have said fuck buddy,
but hey! I did not wanna scare the poor kid, he had had enough to deal with
this night.  I didn't want him to freak out by finding that he had been
rescued by two queer boys.

    "Jona" he said meekly and then looked down at his empty mug. Nothing
further said. I guessed that was his name. He sure wasn't much for
conversation.

"Want some more?" offered Jeffey.

    He shook his head.

    "We need to get you out of your wet stuff, like we don't want you to
catch cold."

    Getting the cue that he did not wanna talk anymore, we decided to take
matters in our own hands and just undress him.

    Not wanting to scare him we moved very slowly and carefully, got off
his muddy hoodie and took off his wet vans and sox, and did get his wet
jeans pulled off too. He just was like a passive doll with half closed
eyes.

    He had a very cute boyish body, thin but nice. Nice legs, and the
longish blond hair was really beautiful despite the fact that it needed a
good shampoo. He would make someone a great boyfriend I thought but the kid
is probably a total straight arrow. Pity, I thought.

    Jeffey went in the cupboard and grabbed a Polar Teck blanket which is
real warm, to cover him. So next we got this bedraggled kid into my room
and sat him on the bed.  He was now wearing just a pale blue T and some
white briefs that looked kinda dingy and I told Jeffey to get a
washcloth. I carefully washed off his muddy face. He seemed to almost pass
out and curled up into a ball. Jeffey put his arm around him. Jeffey for
being a classic skater type who you think would be just distant and have
that total 'whatever' attitude was really a softie at heart.

    I thought sleep was what he needed and a chance to feel safe and
warm. He did not seem to be in need of medical help and I needed to think
what to do for him next.  That was a big question, but it could wait.

    I figured I better do a bit of cleaning up for the kid while he was out
like a light. I went back in the big room and picked up the backpack. I
shook out the contents on the floor and picked over the clothes and made a
pile to clean. I headed for the washer in the corner of the tiny kitchen
and threw the stuff in. Next I stuffed some paper towels in the soggy vans
to try and dry them out and patted the plastic wrapped package of papers
dry with a towel. It looked like water had not gotten in the plastic and
they were ok, I didn't wanna pry and look, but I was way curious.

    Out of the pocket of the jeans came a school I D card, which told me
the kid was just barely 15 and was named Jonathan Reed and came from one of
those scruffy mill towns from the western part of the state. I was glad I
had a name at least. Oh My God, he is so cute I kept thinking, but realized
I needed to think of other stuff right now.

    I looked at the poor bedraggled bear. I figured it was the kids prize
possession, it made me sad to think he had so little, I also guessed he was
a likely runaway, especially as he had his bear in tow.

     I have been so lucky with so much cool shit and stuff. I have a great
life even though my 'rents are never around lately but I have Jeffey as a
best bud, and he is way fun in the bed room, though he is not as serious
about our sexual relationship which he considers totally casual as I would
quite like it to be a bit more then that. We are just best friends who
sometimes have sex, I guess. I need to stop thinking about me and
concentrate on my new muddy friend that I so wanna help.

    I got out some fancy laundry detergent that my mom likes, she is a real
Martha Stewart at times when she is at home, and grabbed an old toothbrush.
Some 15 minutes later I had Mr. Bear looking very much better, and a lot
less dingy and set him on the counter on some clean paper towels to dry. I
knew he was important to the kid and I wanted to do something to make him
feel better and show that someone really cared.

    I went back in the bedroom. He was still sound asleep and Jeffey was
beginning to nod off as well. Jeffey was sprawled there in just his boxers
and looked as hot as always. I love his shaggy dirty blond hair and his
smooth body. I had wanted to do naughty things with him tonight but that
would have to wait till later when we were alone.

    It's a big bed so there was plenty of room for all three. I stripped
off my jeans and T- shirts leaving just my boxers on and climbed in the
other side and snuggled up against mystery boy. Jeffey was gonna have slept
over anyway but now we had a whole pajama party going on, what a surprising
night. It was like bring a new lost puppy home, only way much better. My
mind raced with what I should be doing next for the kid but I was tired and
soon I was dozing off and joined in the sound of measured breathing of
sleeping boys.

			     End of Chapter 1

			      To be continued

Postscript

This story would not have been possible with out the support and
encouragement of the wonderful people associated with the Nifty Archives
- it's Archivist, Writers and Readers and the amazing friendly group of
chatters and friends on #niftywriters chat channel. I have the pleasure
of getting to know quite number of chatters there and they are an
amazingly talented, friendly and supportive group.

Where to begin to thank folks for their longtime support and
encouragement, is almost impossible to list everyone, but I do want to
especially thank, Jesse my editor, dru, will_s, Eliot, NiftyTalkWriter,
tubby, tomo, Brax, kano, Milo, Tyler, JoshuGlynn, Shadowgod, Bret,
WhiteTgr, SnowTiger, Irwain, TylerPeel, JoshuaGlynn, Matty J, Todd,
stratifier, rwik, joe, muscledude, Jaden, Neko, `Chris, conrad, Rhyolite
and the late mst, who is very much missed along with writers FWScott and
Axel.

This humble work is dedicated to two terrific people I loved, who
encouraged me to write, but sadly are no longer with us - Justin Case -
author, mentor and founder of #niftywriters chat and author and friend
Eric Draven. Their time on earth was way to short but their influence and
legacy of talent is timeless.



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