Date: Sun, 26 May 2002 21:50:16 -0400
From: Stan Unknown <stan992001@hotmail.com>
Subject: Chapter 21 Of Beating The Odds

			    Chapter Twenty One

"You know Josh, You remind me of a boy in a movie I just bought. You look
just like him.  You've never acted before, have you?" Rick asked.

"No," I answered, curious.

"You're a really good looking boy. I just wondered. And you really do look
like the boy in the movie. I just had to make sure it wasn't you," he said.

I just laughed and said, "Well, it sure wasn't me."

"Ok. Have you ever seen it? It's called `Lord of the Flies'."

"No, I've never heard of it," I answered.

"What time to do you have to be home? I live just a short distance away. Do
you want to go home with me long enough for me to show you the boy I was
talking about? I could fast forward the movie and show you your double and
then take you home anytime you say. I've heard that everyone has a double
somewhere that looks just like you. And I swear this kid is yours."

I was really curious. I really liked Rick. He seemed really nice and I was
enjoying talking to him. "Sure, I would like that. My Mom will leave for
work soon, but she doesn't care if I stay out at night. My Dad lives in
Savannah and my brother will go to bed soon. I could probably stay and
watch the whole movie," I answered.

Rick just grinned at me, as we got up and put our trash in the receptacle.
And my life totally changed as we walked out the door.


*****************

We drove up to his house and drove down his driveway. He raised his garage
door with his remote and we pulled inside. I really didn't have a lot of
time to look at the outside of the house, as he drove up really quickly,
but it looked nice. I was impressed.

We got out as he lowered the door from inside his car and went up the
stairs to the main level. It was a ranch, only one level, but I was
surprised when I walked inside.

We entered the kitchen and it has huge, with a 2 story ceiling, and

skylights dominating over the eating area in the back. He put his arm
around my shoulder and told me he would give me a tour of the place. We
entered the great room, and it also was large. It was dominated my a 57
inch projection TV with surround sound, Satellite Dish, DVD player, and a
huge stereo system. I just stared at everything in awe.

"I'll have to play some special effects for you before we watch the movie,"
Rick said, as he gently turned me around and walked me through the rest of
the house. I have to admit I was liking all the attention he was paying me
and also his arm around my shoulder. It was like I was "somebody" and he
was going to special efforts to make me feel at home.

He showed me his office and then a small bedroom that only had workout
equipment in it. He told me that he planned to finish the basement and put
all the equipment down there and turn this into a guest bedroom. He
explained that he had to move every few years with his job and he didn't
really have many friends here. And he hoped we could get to be really good
friends.

I was on cloud nine!! This really nice guy wanted to be friends with me? He
didn't have many friends, and he wanted me as one? I could tell him LOTS
about not having many friends.

Anyway, he showed me the bathroom in the hall and then guided me into the
master bedroom, his room. It had a high ceiling too, with a huge bed with
four posts at each end. He showed me the bathroom, and it had skylights as
well, with a Jacuzzi tub in the corner.

"You like my house?"  Rick asked.

"Yeah, it's great," I exclaimed.

"I'm glad you like it. Maybe you could spend the night sometime. After I
meet your Mom, of course," he answered, as he guided me back into the den
with his arm still around my shoulder.

I briefly thought that I would like that, but there was only one bed in his
room. I dismissed that when I knew I had slept over at friend's houses in a
sleeping bag.

He turned on the TV, put in a demonstration DVD in the player, and hit
play.  His arm went back around my shoulders as we settled back onto his
couch and watched what his surround system and big screen TV could do. And
it was awesome!!! Sounds were coming from everywhere. We watched an
approaching freight train that was coming right at us, and it sounded like
we could be killed at any moment. I was in heaven and my new CD I had
bought that night was forgotten. The sound from it could never compare to
this.

"You like everything so far, Josh?" he asked, as he cut everything off with
his remote control.

"Oh yeah! Your house is awesome!"

"Thanks. Are you ready to see the movie? I can't wait to show you the boy
you look so much alike," Rick said.

"Yeah. That'd be great."

Rick got up, changed disks, quickly put his arm back around me and hit
play.  He started the movie and I immediately got into it.

A plane full of kids from a military school were flying somewhere in the
tropics. The plane crashed. All the boys had to get on an inflatable raft
and paddle towards shore or drown. The only adult that was saved was
unconscious. I was captivated.

They finally landed on an uncharted island. Totally uninhabited. They start
to explore it to find fresh water and food.

"Josh, look," Rick said, as his hand landed on my thigh. "That's the boy I
was telling you about," he said, as he stopped the movie, and reversed the

picture. We watched it over and over, including slow motion. The boy was in

the shot for such a short time, all I could do was agree that I looked a

little bit like him. He agreed, and said I would see more of him in the

movie soon. He started the movie back, and his hand returned to my thigh.

"Oh no, Josh," Jimmy interrupted.

"Just let me finish, OK?"

I was totally into the movie now. Kids my age were on their own on an
island with no grown ups. It was really hot there and they had on military
uniforms.  They first started to take off their coats, then cut their long
pants into shorts, then some stripped down to nothing but their
underwear. I kind of liked that, so I was into it more than ever.

I guess Rick was too, because his hand started to rub up and down my
leg. He started to get higher and higher, a little bit at a time. It really
felt good, and maybe it just turned me on a little. I have no idea now. My
step-father or my Mom had never had a talk with me about sex and school sex
education was just totally lame. So I was kind of naive.

"God, Josh, he molested you, didn't he?" Jimmy asked loudly.

"This is my story. Don't interrupt. You wanted to know all about me, right?
So let me tell it my way."

So anyway, I'm watching the movie and all the boys are now down to nothing
but their underwear. Most of them are wearing briefs like I was. In our
school, we had PE, but we didn't dress out. I had seen my little bother in
his underwear ever since he was born, but I hated him, and stayed away from
him as much as possible. But I was enjoying this.

The kids in the movie tried to start a fire at the top of the mountain in
case a rescue plane might see the smoke. They caught a tree on fire and
everyone had to band together to put it out. I hardly noticed when Rick's
hand went all the way up and started to rub me over the front of my shorts.

Really, I don't remember much from that point. All I know is soon, instead
of sitting next to Rick with his arm around my shoulders, I was lying on
the coach with my shirt pushed up around my neck and my shorts and
underwear were around my ankles.  Rick was on his knees beside me between
the coach and the coffee table and was giving me the first blow job I had
ever had.

"I knew it," Jimmy yelled.

"I told you not to interrupt! Everyone wanted to know about my story. So
here it is!"

When it was over, he pulled up my underwear, but took my shorts completely
off. He raised my hands up and also pulled my shirt over my head. I really
had no idea what was going on. I was kind of out of it.

When I finally knew what was going on, he was behind me and was holding me
against him with both arms wrapped around me. I was in a daze, but I knew
I'd liked what had just happened.

A few of the neighborhood boys and I had played around for years. But that
was mostly playing `I'll show you mine if you'll show me yours'. We had
even jacked each other off before. But nothing like this. And now, I had a
million things running through my head. What the Hell had just happened?
Why was I just in my underwear, watching this movie, with Rick's arms
around me?  How did I feel about Rick now? Should I tell him I wanted to go
home? Should I tell my Mom what had happened? How could I get him to do it
again?

I laid there, watching the movie for a while, and then leaned back and
looked at him.

"Did you like that?" he asked, and he gently ran his hands up and down my
chest.

"I... I don't know," I answered honestly. Well, not so honestly.

"You sure seemed to like it," he giggled, as he continued to rub my chest.
One hand started to pinch one of my nipples, and that started to get me
excited again. I totally forgot about the movie.

So anyway, one thing led to another and he did it again. I think I might
have liked it more the second time. He finally helped me get dressed after
the second time and told me we had better get me home. It was already dark
and I knew Mom had left for work.

He wrote his phone number down, but reversed the last two digits. He told
me to call him sometime and we could do this again. I just grinned at
him. That was fine with me. He asked for my last name and phone number and
I gave him that too.

We drove home mostly in silence. When I showed him where I lived, he drove
past it, confusing me.  But he turned into the next street over and parked
where he could still see my house.

"Josh, you know we will both get into lots of trouble if anybody ever finds
out about this, right?" he asked.

"Yeah, I know. I'm not going to tell anybody," I answered.

"Would you like to come over sometime and finish watching the movie?" he
asked.

"Yeah, I would really like that."

"Great. Look, either call me or I'll call you, OK? Your Mom leaves at 9:30,
right?"

"Yeah. Sometimes 9."

"Ok. When I call, I'll let it ring once and hang up. Then I'll call back in
15 seconds. You make sure you're by the phone. If I hear you pick up on the
first ring, I can come and pick you up. Ok?"

"Sure."

He took something out of his shirt pocket and stuffed it into my pants
pocket. "What's that?" I asked, before getting out of the car.

"Look when you get out, Ok?" he asked and grinned.

I got out and he rolled the window down. I got it out of my pocket and it
was a $20 bill.  "What's this for?" I asked.

"I just thought you might like another CD sometime. I felt bad when you
told me how long you had to save to get the one you bought. Oh no, you left
it at my house. Well, I guess you can get it next time, right?" he said,
laughing.

"Yeah, I guess," I answered, returning his smile. "Thanks for the money,
Rick."

"You're welcome, buddy.  I'll stay where I can watch until you get home,
OK?"

"Thanks. Bye," I said, as I ran for home.

I unlocked the door and then turned around to look where he had parked. He
turned on the inside lights of his car and waved, then turned it back
off. I waved back and went inside.

I didn't know what to do with the money. That was 10 weeks allowance, and I
sure didn't have a twenty dollar bill when I had left earlier. I had one
five and lots of ones. I went into my closet and pulled up the carpet in
the left corner and stuck it under there.

The next night, he called right at 9:30. It rang once then stopped. I ran
as fast as I could to my bedroom, where I had my own phone. My little
brother thought I was crazy. But it rang again 15 seconds later.

"Hello?"

"Hi Josh. Want me to pick you up again?" Rick asked.

"Yeah. Where should I meet you?"

"When can you leave?"

"I guess I can leave any time. Mom is gone."

"Well, I'm only 3 blocks away at the Shell gas station. Just walk to the
corner where I let you out last night, Ok?"

"Ok, Bye," I answered, excited.

I almost ran out of the house. I told my brother I was going to a friend's
house and he was there almost at the same time I walked up.

"Hi Rick!"

"Hi, buddy. Look, if we are going to do this again, we have to find a
better place for me to pick you up. Do you know anywhere?"

"Yeah, turn left here," I answered. There was a park 3 blocks from my
house.  He saw it and pulled in. No one was here and it was dark.

"This is perfect. We'll meet here from now on, OK?" he asked.

"Sure," I agreed.

And we did. Over and over. I liked it. He liked it. And the first $20 bill
was only the start. I got one every time we met.

"God, Josh. Did he ever rape you?" Jimmy asked.

"Rape me? Of course not. He really liked me. I think he loved me. And I
totally loved him. Did we eventually have sex? Sure we did. And when we
did, I got two twenties instead of one."

"That's sick," Jimmy said.

"Is it? How did you get that huge diamond in your ear? Did you earn the
money for that diamond?"

"No.  But that isn't the same thing."

"Why isn't it? You manipulate your parents to get the things you want. I
kind of manipulated Rick and the other guys I met."

"There was more than Rick?" Jimmy asked, horrified.

I was just Rick for a long time. Then he told me about a friend of his that
really wanted to meet me. I was hesitant, but finally agreed. He was at
Rick's house the next time I went over there. We ended up having a
threesome.

"God Josh, didn't you know that Rick was just using you?" Jimmy asked.

"He was using me? Maybe he was. Maybe I was also using him. He made me feel
really loved for the first time that I could remember. Anyway, back to the
story."

I had more money than anyone my age. He started talking to me about the
stock market and showed me how to do research. He found a good deal on a
used computer and bought it for me. I talked Mom into letting me pay for an

internet connection for my room. I started learning more and more about the

stock market. It became an obsession for me.

Rick opened a PO Box for me and paid for it for a year. He also opened an
internet stock trading account in my name and helped me start a checking
account. He co-signed everything as my Step-Dad. Everything came to the PO
Box. All my time was either spent at school, doing my homework, with Rick
or one of his friends, or doing research on stocks.

At the end of the first year, I had over $1000 in the account or in
checking. By the end of the second year, I had $3000.  Rick moved away
around that time, but he had introduced me to three other guys by then and
I had as much business as I could handle.

I had told my Mom I had gotten a job at a stock brokerage, running errands
and doing research for them. She should have known that no one would hire a
14 year old to do those kinds of things, but she never asked any questions.
I think she was really glad I was gone almost all the time and she didn't
have to feed me.

Then I got my first real break. I got in on some of the .com stock IPOs
when the market thought anything over the net had to make lots of
money. Several of my stocks went up four or five times their initial cost.
When I saw them start to bottom out, I would always sell early and invest
in something else.  When I turned 15, I had over $10,000.

"Wow!" Jim said.

"Yeah," Josh answered, grinning. "And that seemed like a million dollars to
a 15 year old."

I had guys calling me all the time. I bought a cell phone to make it
easier.  And I became lots more selective and upped my fee. I was now
getting $100 minimum. More depending on what they wanted.

When I turned 16, I had $22,000. More than enough for a car. One of the
guys I was dating...

"Dating. I thought we were dating?" Jimmy said.

"We are. This was different. This was business. I didn't love any of them,"
Josh answered.

"And you love me?" Jimmy asked.

"Yes. You said you would love me, no matter what, remember? Do you, after
what I've just told you?" Josh asked.

Jimmy stared at him for a long time, then said, "I don't know. This has me
confused and torn up inside. I don't know what I feel right now," he said,
as he turned and ran out of the room.


                         To Be Continued

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