Date: Thu, 23 May 2013 10:01:20 -0700
From: Hunter <wolfpup@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Kyle's Ten Golden Rules (GAY / Young friends) chapter 05

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KYLE'S TEN GOLDEN RULES
CHAPTER FIVE

I flipped on Evan's light switch, and saw a bewildered twelve year old boy
looking down at his tousled bedding.  I hurried over to him, and sat down
next to the disheveled boy whose body was glistening with perspiration.
His hands were shaking as he held on to his bedding, which had been tossed
off to the side, and I could see the beginnings of wetness forming at the
corners of his eyes.  Then something else hit my senses as I reached over
to hug the panicked little guy in my arms.

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"No-no-no-no," I heard Evan whine getting panicky.

"Dude, it's alright.  It's only an accident," I assured him.

"No...you don't understand... He'll..." he stopped as he once more held out
his bedding and looked down.  The front of his shorts was soaked in piss,
and he was sitting in a circular wet spot on his sheets.  I could smell the
strong stale ammonia sickly sweet odor from the urine wafting its way to my
olfactory senses.

Evan's face was stricken in panic as he realized the consequences, and he
shoved past my arms to stand up.  Once up on his feet he looked down at
himself trying to hide his wetness by buttoning up the front of his shirt.
The hiccupping gasping for air began again in earnest as he started to rock
from one foot to the other nervously.

"Shit-shit-shit, no-no-no," he whined, followed by a big gasping intake of
breath, and more hiccups as a sob wracked through his tiny frame.  I saw
him wrap his arms around himself and rock back and forth as panic started
to take over.

It was so awful that even I started to panic.  I mean, shit, what was that
fucking dickhead, Don, likely to do to Evan if he came home to see this.
Maybe nothing at first, but once alone he might just beat the shit out of
the poor kid.  Looking up at Evan I knew he was thinking the same thing.
My mind started to shut down with panic as I watched Evan continuing to
rock back and forth.  An image formed in my mind with Don holding a strap,
and beating the angelic curly haired boy over and over again creating big
red welts that started to bleed it was so bad.  The sight of this image
made me shudder and I just yelled out.

"No, it won't happen." I said making Evan look at me in a blank kind of
gaze as I glanced over to the small digital clock on the younger boy's work
desk.  It was close to eleven, and I figured that Don and Mrs. Prescott
probably won't be back until sometime after midnight, which gave us some
time.

"We can fix this Evan.  Hurry up and help me," I snapped as I leaned over
and snatched his light blanket off the bed.  It was dry so I tossed it off
to the side.  Evan still wasn't moving so I yelled at him again.

"Shit Evan move and help me, or at least get out of your wet shorts and go
get cleaned up," I snapped at him as I started to tug on the sheets.  Thank
goodness they were the kind with the elastic bands around the corners so
that it would be easy to change.  I rolled them up in my arms looking down
at the mattress.  There was no mattress cover which for me worked out
great.  I took the damp sheets, and wiped down the mattress then looked
over to the twelve year old boy.  He was still standing there not moving
his eyes totally glazed over.

I dropped the sheets on the floor and pulled Evan over to me by the bed.
"Shit Evan you need to snap out of it if this is going to work.  I need
your dirty shorts," I spat perhaps a little too harshly.

I kneeled down in front of him and pulled on the waistband of his shorts.
I had them pulled down to about his thigh when Evan chose at that moment to
break out of his trance.

"What the fuck, stop Kyle, please don't," he cried out as he reached down
stopping the momentum I had on the shorts.  He was visibly crying and
sobbing as he pleaded with me.

"Stop it Evan," I yelled harshly as I tugged on the shorts as hard as I
could while butting my head into his stomach and chest throwing him off
balance.

I heard him cry out as he was forced backwards onto the bed.  His legs
lifted up into the air as he landed on his bed and I took the opportunity
to yank his shorts off of him while he continued to sob and protest.

"Stop being such a baby, and go get cleaned up while I throw these into the
washer.  If we're lucky we might just be in time." I snapped at him again
perhaps a little too harshly, but truth be told I was frantic with fear,
and it was the adrenalin that was making me act this way.  Even so, I
winced at my words, and they only made Evan cringe backwards on the bed as
he desperately clutched at his shirt pulling them over his soft naked boy
parts.

My mind was filled with panic that I hadn't even noticed anything about his
privates.  I hadn't been trying to look at him or anything, and with the
state of things it never even crossed my mind to do so.  This whole thing
was innocent on my part, not me trying to get into his shorts or expose him
like this on purpose.  His pajama shirt had covered him up enough anyway.
My mind was more focused on the image of Evan being beaten senselessly
until he bled.  I couldn't and wouldn't allow something like that to happen
to such an saintly little boy.

I dropped the wet shorts on top of the sheets, stooped over and picked
everything up in my arms.  Ignoring Evan, I turned towards the door, and
stopped dead in my tracks.  With all the commotion going on we had somehow
managed to wake up Mattie despite his drugged up state.  He looked totally
disoriented, and was wobbling on his feet as he held on to the doorframe.
I could tell he was trying to focus his eyes, but they just seemed to stare
off into empty air.

"What's going on," he yawned lifting his hand away from the doorjamb.

When he tried to put his hand back to steady himself again he almost fell,
but luckily his shoulder bumped into the door frame instead and somehow
managed to keep him upright.  I yelped as I leaped towards him, and dropped
the wet load on the floor next to the door.  I scooped up Mattie into my
arms, and turned back towards Evan as he struggled to conceal himself even
more, now that Mattie had entered the room.

"Shit, hurry up Evan.  Get cleaned up and changed while I put Mattie back
down in his bed.  While you get cleaned up I'll throw the sheets in the
laundry.  Snap to young man," I commanded using the same tone my father
does when he expected me to do as told immediately.

The barking command seemed to work as I saw Evan jerk, and scoot towards
the edge of the bed while still tugging the front of his shirt over
himself.  I didn't stay to make sure he did as he was told.  I turned
around, and with Mattie's head cradled on my shoulder headed across the
hall to his room.

I laid Mattie on his bed, and he held on to my neck.  "Mattie boy you have
to let go," I whispered to him encouragingly.

His arms loosened their grip, and he settled down on his back.  He yawned
and looked at me.  "What happened to Evan?" He asked innocently.

I didn't want to tattle on Evan, but I also didn't want to lie, so I sort
of compromised.  "Oh, his bed got all wet with stuff, and we just need to
get it cleaned up before Don and your mom get home."

"Oh, o.k., but why is Evan so upset.  It's no big thing getting his bed
wet.  I don't think mom would get mad or anything."  He asked as he rolled
on his side to get into a more comfortable position.

"I know, but let's not say anything alright?  I mean he doesn't want to
uh...create any extra work for your mom so we are just going to clean it up
before they get home.  I think that's pretty cool of Evan, so let's not say
anything about it to Don or your mom, alright?"

"Sure Kyle," Mattie whispered as the medication took hold of him again, and
he faded off to sleep while I quickly covered up his sleeping little form
with the lightweight blanket.

Hurrying back over to Evan's room, I sighed in relief noticing that the boy
had done as he was told.  He must have gone into the bathroom trying to get
himself cleaned up, so I bent over picking up the soiled linen and shorts,
and then hurried out the room and down the hallway not even pausing at the
bathroom door.

I scampered down the stairs towards the utility room, and stopped long
enough at the base of the steps to stoop over and pick up Mattie's
underwear that had been tossed there by Evan when Mattie had knocked him
over.  I reached the utility room with a load full of laundry, and set the
mess on the dryer.  I tossed Mattie's briefs in the dirty laundry basket,
and opened up the door to the washer.

I thanked my lucky stars that it was empty, and started to shove the sheets
and gray shorts into the machine.  I found the laundry soap, and only put
in a small amount as I shut the door and looked at the knobs.  I rotated
the dial to the shortest cycle and turned it on.  We didn't have to put the
wash on the complete wash cycle because basically the sheets and shorts
only needed to be rinsed out.  I figured five minutes should take care of
business.  Then maybe thirty or forty minutes for drying time since it was
such a small load.

I did the math in my head and figured it would be close but not impossible.
I just prayed that Don and Mrs. Prescott would be having so much fun that
it would take them longer to get home than what it would take to do the
wash and dry the laundry, and then to get things put back on the bed,
before getting Evan tucked back inside.  It was going to be tight, but I
had faith we would get it done.

I checked the dryer to make sure it was empty, which thank goodness it was,
and then headed back up the stairs.  I stopped at the bathroom door
listening to see if Evan was still inside, but I didn't hear anything so
walked over to his room.  When I got there it was empty making me wonder
where he was as I made my way to Mattie's room peeking inside not finding
him there either so once more trekked back to the bathroom.

The door was closed so I figured Evan must still be inside.  I knocked on
the door softly and hesitantly cracked open the door.  "Evan, are you in
here," I whispered slowly opening the door the rest of the way.

The light was on, and there was a figure standing by the sink looking in
the mirror.  I wasn't sure if the boy was dressed or not so I cautiously
peeked inside.  I exhaled audibly with relief noticing he had on a blue
pair of jersey like shorts that hung down below his knees.

"There you are Evan," I stated as I walked through the door.  I was feeling
really guilty right now at how things had happened, and wished I had
handled it differently.  I wanted to apologize to the little guy, and hoped
he could forgive me for just ripping off his shorts like that; especially,
since I knew how sensitive he was about the whole naked thing.  I also
needed to apologize to him for calling him a baby.

"Listen Evan I'm...," I started to apologize, but couldn't finish because
Evan leaped towards me and held me tight as sobs escaped his lips.

"Please don't hate me Kyle, please...I don't think I could take that,
please Kyle.  I'll be good I promise.  I'll behave, and do whatever you
tell me, I'll...I'll even get undressed when you tell me to
without...without" He pleaded with me in-between sobs.

He totally caught me off guard, and my heart nearly broke thinking that he
would ever believe I would hate him; especially, if he didn't get undressed
if I told him to.  I held him tightly to me, and with us two just standing
there in each other's arms I realized just how short and fragile he really
was as he buried his face into my chest.  I knew that the last part of his
statement was due to my barking commands to him about getting undressed,
and then scolding him so figured that is what had stuck in his mind.  I
don't think he seriously thought I would require him to undress whenever I
told him to.  More than likely it was just him letting me know he was
willing for the sake of our friendship, which made me feel even more
ashamed about what had happened.

"N...no...no Evan, I could never hate you, no matter what," I soothingly
told him as I held on to his slight frame which just shuddered with his
wracking sobs.

"I'm the one who's sorry Evan.  I shouldn't have yanked off your shorts
like that; especially, since I know you are shy about that sort of thing,
and I shouldn't have called you a baby.  I really do think you are the
bravest twelve year old boy I've ever met, much braver than I was at your
age.  It's just that I sort of panicked thinking about Don beating you, and
when I saw you just standing there I didn't know what else to do.  Please I
promise, I wasn't even looking at...you know.  I mean I didn't see anything
because I was too frazzled to even notice anything, so will you forgive
me?"  I asked him seriously as I continued to squeeze him tightly.

"What?"  He asked looking up into my eyes as his hiccups died down.

"I asked if you'll forgive me for being such a dickhead," I reiterated in
the teenagers layman's term.

"Uh, yeah, I guess.  I mean I thought you hated me, and was mad at me."  He
stated as he continued to hold on to me.

`Shit for a guy who is shy about displaying affections to someone, he sure
has a funny way of showing it,' I thought to myself as I hugged him back.

"Shit no, you're like my best bro now.  I mean I've got a lot of friends my
own age, but I have to admit that I really like the person you've become.
To tell you the truth we are really a lot alike.  It's kind of taken me a
while to realize it, but I've been thinking about it all day, and I finally
had to admit that you've sort of been my best bud all these years without
me really knowing it.  Kind of weird...huh?"  I said even surprising myself
at the admission, but once it left my mouth I knew it was the truth.

The buzzer went off on the washer downstairs, and we both jumped in fright.
With the seriousness of the moment passed, and with both of us jumping like
two silly girls, we just giggled at one another.

"That was fast," Evan stated about the laundry.

"Uh, yeah.  I just put it on a short rinsing out cycle.  It's not like it
was a dried on stain or anything.  With everything still all wet all we
need to do is just rinse it out with a little bit of soap.  I'll go put the
sheets and your shorts in the dryer for about thirty or forty minutes.
Hopefully it will be dry before everyone gets home."  I stated as we headed
out the bathroom door.

I hurried downstairs while Evan went into his room.  I quickly transferred
the wet laundry into the dryer, set it on high, and then turned on the
timer for thirty minutes.  If it wasn't completely dry by then, I would put
it in for a little longer praying we would still be in time.  I double
checked the dials to make sure everything was set correctly, and satisfied
all was in order headed back upstairs to Evan's room.  He was sitting on
his chair with his left leg drawn up, and smiled at me as I entered his
room.  He looked so sweet sitting there in those loose blue colored shorts,
and the same pair of pajama shirt which somehow had escaped getting wet.

"Blue suits you," I stated pointing to his shorts.

"You think so?" He asked looking down at himself.

"Yeah, it makes your eyes turn blue and all sparkly," I answered honestly.

I saw him blush in that cutesy kind of manner he has about him as he
swiveled his chair back and forth a little.  The chair was one of those
computer types of chairs that were adjustable and spun around.  I could
tell my comments sort of embarrassed him a little so just stood there in
silence for a moment.

Evan swung his chair so that it faced his desk, and I slowly walked over
behind him.  I put my hands on either side of his head, tilted it backwards
so he was looking back up into my eyes, and pressed my lips up to his brow
giving him a kiss.  I released his head, and wrapped my arm around him
clasping them together in front of his chest.

I sighed softly and whispered, "kiddo, whatever the outcome, we've had one
hell of an adventure today with all the ups and downs we could ever want on
a roller coaster ride."  I stated all philosophically.

"You really are weird," I heard Evan reply as he giggled.

"Yeah, but admit it, you love me anyway whether I'm weird, a dickhead, or
even a twat." I whispered in his ear as I held him tight, and then flicked
my tongue into his ear.

This caught him off guard as he flinched in my arms.  "Yuck, what'd you do
that for," he protested wiping at his ear.

"Well, earlier we supposedly checked your pits and your bits, but I never
asked about your ears."

Evan giggled and responded, "Yeah, well you're supposed to ask if I washed
behind the ears, not inside of them," he quipped.

My tongue lashed out and took a swath behind his ear this time as he yelped
again trying to break away from my grip.

"You're such a little douche bag," he protested as he twirled his chair
around towards me, but still had that quirky smile on his face letting me
know he wasn't mad or anything.

"Well, you did say behind the ears so I had to make sure that area was
clean."

Evan rolled his eyes which was fast becoming a part of our communication
process.  He just shook his head as if resigned to the fact that I'm just a
weirdo.  Well if he thought that was bad he was mistaken as I continued
with our little game.

"Hey, don't make those rolling eyes at me.  You're the one who came out of
the bathroom announcing you are all squeaky clean and made a big show of
it.  We've inspected everything including your pits, but we still haven't
checked out the whole `bits' part" I teased as I reached towards his
shorts.

He squealed in protest slapping away my hand, and giggling while trying to
back up his chair which didn't go too far as it bumped up against his desk.
I smiled at him wickedly as I grabbed both sides of his chair so he
couldn't escape.  He continued to laugh in a bubbly kind of way, and
clamped his hands down across his shorts so that I couldn't pull them down.

"Oh, so now all of a sudden you are going to welch on your promise to me?"
I teased him.

"What promise is that?" He asked me still smiling.

"Didn't you say you'd get undressed whenever I told you?"

"What, you mean...you want me to...you really want me to let you pull down
my shorts?" He asked incredulously.

"You promised me, and I do have to inspect your bits." I stated simply.

"You really goin to keep me to that promise?" He asked turning a bit pale
with a little quiver of his mouth as he slowly removed his hands from the
waistband of his shorts.

I nodded my head yes as I slowly reached out, and hooked my fingers in his
waistband.  I looked up and saw Evan looking down with his lips quivering
trying to be a man about this as I started to slowly tug on the waistband.

"Now lift up your hips a little so I can slip them over your butt," I said
gently, and watched as he complied, but turned his head away in shame.  I
could see his little bulge pressing up against the silky fabric, and slowly
pulled on his shorts about an inch before stretching the waistband outwards
on both sides and letting them snap back into place with a resounding
smacking noise.

"Ouch," I heard him yelp as he looked back to me, and I just burst out
laughing.

"Geeze dude, do you really think I would force you to do something you
don't want to do." I quipped in-between my fits of laughter.

I watched him roll his eyes and smile at me warmly as he just stated,
"twat."

That did it, and I couldn't help myself anymore as I started rolling around
the floor in a fit of laughter.  Evan stared at me for a moment before
taking the opportunity to pounce on me.  I was bigger and stronger than he
was, but he still surprised me with his wrestling skills.  The kid was fast
and wiry strong, but no match for me as I let him have his way for a few
moments before rolling him into a ball, and pinning his back.

"I give, I give," he giggled but I kept him that way for a moment longer.
I couldn't help myself because I had a good view of his crotch squished up
tightly against the fabric of his shorts.  Instead, I slowly counted to
three before releasing him so that I could at least enjoy the eye candy for
a moment of two.

We both lay together side by side on our backs looking up at the ceiling
trying to catch our breath from the impromptu workout.  I felt Evan reach
out and put his hand on mine giving it a squeeze.  We just lay there in our
own thoughts.

"Kyle?"

"Hmmm," I responded.

"If you want you can um...I mean if you want to look." He whispered softly.

This sort of shocked me, and I rolled onto my side propping my head on my
left hand as I looked at him questioningly.

Evan pursed his lips scrunching up his eyes, and still looking up towards
the ceiling said, "I mean, it's only fair since I saw you earlier...you
know when you were getting ready for a shower."

This was my moment.  Evan was literally giving me permission to actually
look at him in all of his glory.  I swallowed as I looked admiringly at the
beautiful little boy stretched out on the floor.  I know I keep saying it,
but he really does look so angelic and gorgeous all opened up like that.

My hands shook as I gently reached over and cupped his chin with my right
hand forcing him to look into my eyes.  There were no tears there; no shame
in what he offered me, just acceptance of his decision.

He was serious about his offer, this much I could tell, but still I held
back.  "No Evan," I whispered which seemed to shock him.

"Why not?  I mean...don't you think I look nice.  I know I'm small...I mean
not with the height, that I know, but...you know down there," He stated
nodding to his nether region.

"Of course I think you look nice, and why do you keep putting yourself down
like that.  I told you that you don't have anything to be ashamed about.
Shit Evan even though no one sees your pecker in the buff doesn't mean
people can't sort of tell what you have between your legs.  Your penis
length is pretty average for a boy your age, but believe me it is a whole
lot thicker than most of the guys your age.  There, I've said it; does it
make you happy now?"  I told him seriously.

I know that I've seen him naked accidentally when his penis was flaccid
while he was getting out of the tub and also I saw a part of his naked
rigid erection beneath his shorts earlier, but I didn't want to tell him
that, I just wanted him to know he didn't need to feel like his package was
too small or anything.

"Yes...I mean no...but...it's just that Don says mine is...you know?" he
stated turning away.

"What?" I said starting to get really angry and annoyed at what Don was
doing to this sweet kid.

"Nothing."

"No, not this time Evan.  What did Don say to you?  Has he been touching
you...I mean...you know sexually and not just hitting you?"

With his cheeks burning bright red with embarrassment it was all Evan could
do to stutter out an answer.  "Uh...hell no...I mean...that's sick even for
him, why would you even ask me something like that?"  He responded
seriously even though he was truly embarrassed at the moment.

"Well shit Evan, he's hitting you, and you're a pretty cute kid and all, so
when you started to talk about how Don is making comments about the size of
your pecker, I just sort of thought...you know?"

We both sort of sat there desperately trying not to be so embarrassed.

"So what did he say, I mean Don, about you're...uh...package?"

Evan looked away from me for a minute before turning back.  "He said I was
a puny kid for my age, and that I had a small pecker and balls.  He says I
might as well be a little girl instead of a boy.  That I'm a little sissy
boy, and that I shouldn't show myself to anyone or they would tease me and
start calling me sissy girly boy."

"Fuck me?" I whispered in shock.

Evan looked at me seriously, "Evidently I'm not big enough to fuck you."

I looked at Evan as he stared back at me, and saw the edges of his mouth
twitch upwards.  `That little shit's playing me,' I thought to myself, and
decided to play along.

In a role reversal I rolled my eyes and said, "You're a twat."

Evan looked at me for a moment and busted up laughing with me following
suit.  He turned towards me and gave me a punch in the arm as we settled
down.

"Shit Evan, don't pay Don any mind.  I don't know why he's got it in for
you, but what he told you is wrong.  Not wrong in that it is wrong to do
so, well actually that part is wrong too.  What I mean is he's wrong about
your package being small, and kids calling you a sissy girly boy if they
see you naked."

Evan just sighed and looked at me.  "Yeah, I guess your right."

"Damn straight I'm right.  That fucker's going to get what's coming to him
soon enough."

"Please Kyle, don't, I mean...I'm really afraid."

"I know bro, but we have to do something before something really bad
happens." I told him as I reached over taking his hand in mine giving it a
reassuring squeeze.

We both rolled back onto our backs, and just stared at the ceiling in our
own thoughts.  When I set out to babysit earlier today I never would have
dreamed so much would happen.  I was thrilled about a lot of things with
the Prescott boys, but I was also very afraid with the entire adult like
shit that was going on.  I wasn't equipped to handle something this
important, and I was starting to worry I would fuck things up really bad.

"Kyle," I heard Evan call my name breaking me out of my musings.

"Yeah bro."

"Are you gay?" He asked.

`Whoa,' that totally came out of the blue I thought to myself.
"What...where the hell did that come from?" I asked him as I turned towards
him.

He shrugged his shoulder as he turned towards me as well.  "I don't know
just that...well you've been kind of you know...checking me out...teasing
me by pulling on my shorts...hugging and kissing...and some of the other
sexual kinds of stuff.  I mean it just sort of seemed kind of like gayish
sort of stuff."

I chuckled at his logical thought process.  "Shit, would it matter to you
if I were gay?"  I inquired kind of curious to see what he would say.

My question wasn't what he expected, and he had to think about it a moment.
"No, I guess not.  You really haven't done anything I don't want so I guess
it doesn't matter."

I nodded at his response.  It was a fair enough answer.  "Dude you do know
that I've been dating girls.  I've had several girlfriends the last couple
of years.  I just broke up with a girl before school let out."

"Oh, I didn't know that.  Shit, to tell you the truth I've never really
paid attention to that sort of thing about you." He stated looking towards
me, and then I saw his face screw up with another question, "Why'd you
break up?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "I went out with Jenny for about six months, but
just before summer vacation we both decided it probably wouldn't work out.
I mean it's kind of hard having a girlfriend who lives fifteen miles away,
and you don't have a car and won't be able to see for three months during
summer vacation."

"Then what's with all of that sexual stuff, and the hugging and kissing,
and some of the other stuff?"  He asked.

"Shit dude all that sexual horsing around is called puberty, get used to
it.  As far as the hugging and stuff it just seemed to me that you needed
it.  Didn't you like it, or did it make you feel uncomfortable?"

Evan thought about it for a moment.  "Well at first but then I sort of
liked it and appreciated it especially when I was...you know...crying like
a little baby.  Also, I kind of liked it when you...uh...rubbed me and
stuff when I went to bed because it felt...really nice." He stated looking
away and blushing, and then getting a little worried expression on his face
which made me wonder if there was more to his initial question about me
being gay.

"So, do you think you are gay?"  I asked him watching his jaw open and
clench shut as he wondered how I had read his mind.

"I, uh...no I don't...I mean yes, maybe, I'm not sure."  He tried to
explain a little frustrated at not being so clear, and also a little afraid
that he just may be gay.

I nodded my head in understanding.  "So what makes you think you're gay?"

He looked at me, and got all flushed in the face as he looked away just
thinking for a moment.

"Look Evan, I could care less if you are or not.  I've got a couple of
friends who are gay, and we still horse around and hang out together.  It's
no big deal to me."

"Yeah but I," he scrunched up his eyes, and then tried again with his lips
quivering a little.  "I liked seeing you naked and got all excited
and...and hard.  Then when you touched me like you did when I went to bed I
got all hard and started to think what it would feel like if you sort
of...you know touched me kind of sexually.  I also got hard when I saw
those naked boys in the movie." He gulped down a big lump that had formed
in his throat, and seemed to be on the verge of crying with his admission.

"Shit dude, none of that means you're gay.  I get hard sometimes too when I
see a naked guy.  This whole puberty thing sucks at times.  My advice to
you is to just experiment around with things you are comfortable doing.
You're only twelve years old and aren't supposed to know yet if you're gay
or not.  I mean, I know some boys know for sure at your age, but I think
most are still just confused.  Hell, I'm still baffled about the whole
thing myself."

He seemed relieved that I wasn't upset about him getting a hard-on when he
saw me naked, or getting hard seeing the boys in the movie, or even
enjoying his massage along with his fantasy.

"Hey Evan?" I inquired in a role reversal from the norm between the two of
us.

"Yeah?" He responded.

"Did you get hard when you saw the girls in the movie?"

The little guy just looked at me kind of shocked.  "W...what?" He
stuttered.

"I asked if you got hard when you saw the...," I started to repeat when he
interrupted.

"No...I mean I heard you...it's just that it sort of caught me by
surprise...but...uh...yeah I guess I did."  He responded as he scrunched up
his eyes biting his lower lip while he thought about that aspect of things.

"See, your just so fucking horny you'll take just about any ugly mug that
comes your way.  Shit I always tell my friends I don't care how ugly
someone is as long as they want to play.  I can always put a paper bag over
their head."

"Geeze Kyle you really are a twat," Evan stated as he once again rolled his
eyes at me.

We both laughed and giggled as we got back into another wrestling bout.
This time I let him almost beat me before I cheated by reaching over to his
crotch and giving it a good squeeze.

"Hey, you perv," he stated as he reached over and tweaked mine as well.

We both stopped and laughed.  "See, that's what I'm talking about.  You
need to lighten up a little.  Don't you and your friends horse around like
this?"

Evan sort of shrugged his shoulders.  "I don't have a lot of friends," he
admitted to me.

"Quit joking," I teased him, but noticed he was serious.  "I don't
understand Evan.  Shit, you're a fucking cool guy, why don't you have any
friends."

He just sort of shrugged his shoulders, but didn't say anything.

"Well then, I guess we will have to change that this summer.  You're going
to hang with me, and I'll introduce you to some of my friend's little
brothers.  You're pretty good with soccer so I'll get you on the league's
soccer team this year.  Sports is always a good way to make friends.  When
I get back from camp we will have a sleepover at my house with some of my
friends, and some kids your age.  By the time summer is over if you haven't
gotten a blow job from another boy your age then I will call it quits."

I watched his reaction the entire time I was planning out his summer for
him, and slowly he started to smile at the thought of what I was telling
him, that is until the end.

"What, wait, when the hell did this whole boy giving me a blow job thing
enter into the equation?  You just said I wasn't gay or that I at least
didn't know at this point."

"Yes I did, but let's face it; even adorably cute as you are this whole
boy-girl thing at age twelve just doesn't happen for most of us.  Well,
that then just leaves horny twelve year old boys taking care of business
and helping one another out.  Of course it has to be the right twelve year
old, but no worries I'll help you out with that."

Evan couldn't tell if I was serious or just joking.  Just when he thought
he had figured me out I threw a curve ball at him.  I felt wonderfully smug
at the moment.

"Good then, it's settled.  We'll make you popular before summer's end, and
get you blown by another cute boy to boot."

"Wait..." Evan started to protest not knowing if he should be liking where
this whole thing has just headed.

"Nope, I'm afraid it's too late, besides I'm invoking golden rule number
seven.  Learn how to be popular during puberty."

"Shit, now I know you are making up these rules as you are going along.
You're such a dickhead."

"Hmmm, well see about that when some cute little boy is bobbing on that
thick piece of sausage you keep hiding in your shorts, and when you pop
your cork."

Evan just rolled his eyes at me in disbelief.  "You sure you're not gay?"

"Hmmm, I'll let you know when I figure it out," I teased him as I reached
over giving his thick sausage another tweak.

This time instead of protesting he just rolled his eyes again, calmly
slapped away my hand, and then reached inside his shorts to adjust his
slightly engorged penis into a more comfortable position.  I smiled at his
obtrusiveness, and was beginning to enjoy how he was starting to give in to
some of this sex play.  I was hoping that by summer's end it was a
fourteen, or more accurately, a fifteen year old boy who was bobbing up and
down on his fat little chubbed up penis instead of a twelve year old boy.

The way things were heading, and with his admission of fantasizing about
me, left me very hopeful.  I could tell he had feelings for me, but even
though he was fantasizing about things I wanted to make sure he was ready
for something between us.  I cared for him too much to just take advantage
of him when he is all sexed up, and I wanted him to be comfortable with the
decision when he finally decided to allow things to go further.

"Kyle," I heard the boy whisper as he looked over to me.

"Hmmmm?" I asked him still looking up at the ceiling.

"Thanks for not...you know...my offer about...um...looking at my...you
know?" He finally managed to get out.

Shaking my head in resignation, I rolled over on my side looking at him.
"Evan, I'd never do anything you weren't ready to do for real because I
don't want you to ever feel things were forced on you.  I care for you too
much to do something like that to you, understand?" I asked him seriously
as the boy just gazed at me intently before nodding his head letting me
know he understood what I meant.

Tired of lying on the floor I got up, and wandered over to some of the
artwork.  I was curious about the lighting, and how it all affected the
mood in the paintings.  Evan was happy to see someone else interested in
the art, and got up too so he could tell me all about them.  The paintings
had belonged to his dad, and he had found them stored away falling in love
with the rich earth toned coloring of the canyon scenes, and the rustic
campsite of a bygone era, so hung them up on his wall.

He accidentally discovered the whole lighting mood situation when he was
looking at the paintings one day while the sun shifted positions towards
the evening.  His mom had made Don install the dimmer switch so he could
create the different moods whenever he wanted to.  He showed me how it all
worked, and we just enjoyed each other's company and similar taste in style
of artwork.

I told him about the paintings stored away in my house, and he promised to
come over tomorrow so he could take a look at them with me.  If I had time
he would even help me find an appropriate spot to hang them for the best
affect.  He smiled and was so happy that I was eager to allow him to help
me, and I think it made him feel important, which to me he really was.

I looked at my watch, and decided to check on the dryer.  Evan followed me
down looking nervously out the living room window to make sure no one was
still coming.  We got to the utility room, and I opened up the dryer door
scooping out the sheet.  It was hot in my hands, and I motioned for Evan to
help me as we each took an end and held it out.  I snapped the sheet in the
air a couple of times so it would cool off, and then felt for any dampness
along the cottony fabric.  It felt dry to me so I looked up at Evan with a
smile letting him know we were in time.

We rushed back upstairs, and scrambled to put the sheets on over the
mattress.  I folded up the gray shorts, and set them off to the side while
Evan jumped into bed.  I grabbed his lightweight blanket, and with a
flourishing motion in the air, fluffed it upwards so that it could settle
lightly on his torso.

I smiled down at him.  "Will you be alright now, or do you want me to sit
with you?" I asked him tenderly.

He yawned and shook his head.  "No, I'll be alright, besides I don't want
you to get caught sitting next to me in my room.  It would...create
questions," he replied.

I leaned over and cupped my hand on his head as my thumb stroked his
forehead.  He smiled back appreciatively as he closed his eyes while I
brushed my lips across his forehead, then each of his closed eyes, and
finally up against his soft lips.  Our lips lingered for a moment before I
pulled back.

"Mmmm, that tasted good," Evan breathed out softly with the corners of his
mouth twitching a little into a quick smile.

"Good night Evan."

"Good night Kyle, and thanks...you know for everything.  I'm glad you came
over to babysit tonight."

"Me too bro, I'll talk to you tomorrow morning," I whispered quietly as I
stepped out of his room leaving the door open a tiny crack.

I walked across the hallway, and peaked inside of Mattie's room.  The small
shaft of light from the hallway spilled on to his small sleeping form, and
I noticed his right leg had rolled off the side of the mattress forcing him
to lean precariously over the edge.  I snuck inside his room, and gently
lifted up his leg shoving him over towards the middle of his mattress.

His eyes were moving under his eyelids, and I knew he was dreaming.  I
hoped it was something nice and pleasant.  If the bulging stiffness in his
shorts was any indication, I pretty much fathomed that it must be a good
one.  That little guy was turning out to be such a horn-dog, and I couldn't
help myself as I leaned over placing my hand on his crotch getting a good
feel of his warm stiff stubby but fat erection through the soft fabric of
his pajama shorts.  His little rigid boy pole twitched when I touched him,
and I heard a soft moan escape his lips.  I giggled at the little guy's
horniness, and released his stiff little boy penis tucking his sleeping
form beneath his lightweight blanket.  I gave him a kiss on the forehead,
and he murmured something indecipherable before rolling over on his side
into a little ball.

About ten minutes later I was sitting on the chair flipping through the
channels when the front door opened.  I shut off the television set, got up
retrieving my bag, and headed towards the steps.  Mrs. Prescott greeted me
warmly giving me a hug while Don looked at me a bit bleary eyed like he had
a little bit too much to drink, and seemed in a bit of a sour mood.  `The
fuckin prick,' I mentally stated to myself.  It was all I could do to
pretend I didn't loath the man.

"Hi sweetie," Mrs. Prescott said releasing me from her warm embrace.

I pointed my thumb in Don's direction and whispered, "What's with old
sourpuss over there."

She rolled her eyes and whispered back, "I wouldn't let him drive."

I almost busted a gut at the whole eye roll thing realizing where Evan got
it now, but instead I just silently mouthed the word `Oh.'

"What r' yusss twosss...sss...whisp'r'in about," Don slurred demandingly.

"Oh sweetie, just leave it go," she dismissed him as she turned back to me.
While her back was turned to Don he gave her a scowling look as if to say
you will pay for that.  Alarm bells started going off in my mind.

"So Kyle, how'd it go with the boys?  They can be a handful at times."  She
inquired.

I started to respond, but Don interrupted, "Yeah sssspecially Evan, he can
be a bit clumssssy and dorky for a boy hissss age, and can't seem to
sssstay out of trouble."

Mrs. Prescott was going to say something, but somewhere deep down my hatred
for the dickhead started to boil over, and it was all I could do to contain
my rage.  However, I was able to speak up before Mrs. Prescott said
anything.

"No trouble at all.  They really are great kids, and Evan's got a great
sense of humor.  I babysit a lot of kids, and both of your boys are always
the best behaved from any of the other kids I look after.  I don't know why
you think Evan is so clumsy; as a matter of fact I was going to ask you if
he could join the soccer team this summer.  We were kicking around the
soccer ball, and he's got some pretty good skills."

"Did you hear that," Mrs. Prescott beamed at my comments about Evan as she
spoke to Don.

"Yeah, well what do yews...um...know about soccer skills anyway?" He asked
me sarcastically seeming to come out of his little drunken stupor a bit.

I shrugged my shoulders, "Not much if being the captain on the soccer team
that won the regional title, and came in second for State." I stated a
little smugly.

Don just glared at me as I deflated his whole claim at how clumsy and girly
like Evan was supposed to be.  He gave me that I'll get you for this look
as he swayed on his feet.

Mrs. Prescott had missed the entire exchange as she focused back on me.
"Do you really think Evan is that good?"

"Yeah I do.  I told Evan he was good, and he seemed to like the idea of
trying out for the junior soccer team this year.  If it's alright with you
I'll talk to the coach so we can get him out to the tryout session."

"That sounds exciting Kyle." She seemed to beam with pride.  It made me
wonder why she didn't notice these things about Evan.

"Great, I'll even work with him and teach him some moves.  When we were
messing around he seemed to pick things up pretty quickly."  I told her
making a commitment right there and then to spend more time with Evan.
This didn't seem to sit so well with Don.

"I don't think that would...," He began before he was cut off by
Mrs. Prescott.

"That would be great Kyle.  I'm sure Evan would appreciate you spending
extra time with him." She exclaimed as she looked towards me and away from
Don.

With her back turned towards him Don took the opportunity to glare at me,
and opened his jacket a little letting me see the concealed weapon he had
on him.  In a very deliberate motion, he pointed a pretend gun at my
forehead, and pulled the trigger giving me a wicked smile.  It was a little
unsettling for a moment before I regained my composure and resolve.

"It'll be fun, besides maybe even Mattie can pick up some moves.  The coach
is always scouting around for future players."  I stated getting Mattie
into the picture as well, and looking directly at Don, I smirked at putting
another thorn in his side.  I wanted him to know he couldn't push me around
like a little kid.

"Thanks Kyle that would be so wonderful.  The boys really enjoy it when you
are around." She smiled happily at the turn of events this evening.

"So, anyway, here you go Kyle," she said as she dug into her purse, and
pulled out some money.  It was a fifty dollar bill, and I just sort of
gawked at her as she tucked it into my pocket not letting Don see it.

"That's too much Mrs. Prescott," I whispered so that Don couldn't hear.

She kissed me on the forehead and whispered back, "No it isn't sweetie.
You are important to Evan and Mattie, and they so much enjoy it when you
come over to see them.  They look up to you and admire you.  Evan loves you
so much, and you are all he talks about all the time after you leave.  I
can see how happy he is after you have come over to visit with him.  You
treat him like he should be treated, with respect, and not just a...a dorky
kid," she whispered looking back meaningfully at Don.

Don was swaying on his feet his head drooping as if he were going to fall
asleep.  My mind wrapped around what Mrs. Prescott had just told me.  I
thought that maybe she was starting to realize there were some odd things
going on with Don, and that she would come to her senses about the man.  At
least that is what I was hoping for.

I also started to think about what she said about the boys, and how they
looked up to me.  I wondered why I had never realized that before and why
it was only now that I was starting to understand how close our families
really were to one another.  When I saw the marks on Evan I felt so much
anger and hatred, and felt a need to protect him as if here my very own
family member...as if he were my flesh and blood brother.  This feeling
extended towards Mattie as well, and for the first time ever, I started to
realize how much like family the boys really were to me.

I gave Mrs. Prescott a hug and kiss.  "Thanks Auntie Liz," I whispered in
her ear using the term I used when I was a little child up until I reached
Evan's age.  She blushed and smiled at me tenderly appreciating the little
endearment on my part as I headed down the stairs pushing past Don and
heading for home.

A short while after leaving the Prescott's, I found myself staring in the
mirror and going over in my mind the day's events.  It had been a roller
coaster ride of a day with my emotions flying freely in the air one moment
only to have my wings crumble under me and come crashing into the ground in
a million pieces.  My body trembled at my encounter with Don because it was
rumored he had some serious connections to mafia types.  I had always just
shrugged them off as stories he might have told to make himself look
important, but now I really wasn't so sure anymore.  The look he gave me
was really quite frightening, not to mention him having a concealed weapon
under his jacket.  Maybe some of the stories were true.

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