Date: Tue, 6 May 2003 21:05:14 EDT
From: Jester628@aol.com
Subject: My Little One Part One

Disclaimer: All characters within this story are a part of the author's
imagination. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead is purely
coincidental. Also, if you are underage in a city, state or country where it
is illegal to read such stories please turn back NOW! Otherwise please enjoy.
       A word to anyone who knows me, the author: Yes, I am bi-sexual leaning
more towards guys. In the first place, if you are reading this now you have
to be gay or REALLY curious. And no guys, I'm not colour blind. So with that
said, on with the story.


My Little One

I sit alone watching Signs, while my mother attends her companies annual
ball. The screen plays: Mel Gibson loses his nerve and drops the knife on the
counter, then retreats to the door from which he entered. He musters all of
his strength together, and picks the knife up once more. He gets down on his
hands and knees, using the knife to view what is in the pantry. Suddenly a
clawed hand bolts out from under the door.  Mel quickly slices of the
monster's index and middle finger.
Frightened enough from the scene, a knock comes from the door. Who would be
at the door at this hour? I get up from the couch, wearing only a pair of gym
shorts and an undershirt, and walk drearly to the door. The thing I first
notice is it is raining, then standing before me, hanging loosely to the iron
railing, is the boy who I always admire on my walk to school. Josh's blonde
hair usually spiked, is now wet and frazzled. The beautiful green eyes that
have looked at me many of time, are bloodshot. His little chest is bare and
covered with blood.
"Josh, do you want to come in?"I ask, still staring at the wonderful, yet
appalling sight. He steps inside the door, with a small smile on his face.
"Do you want to get cleaned up?"
"Yeah, that would be nice." Josh says weakly. I take off my undershirt and
pick up the bloody beauty, and carry him to the bathroom. I run the hot water
in the tub, then go to my room to get something for him to wear. I choose a
pair of my smaller boxers and gym shorts.
When I return to the bathroom, he is just getting out of his clothes. He
seems not to mind that I see him naked. I raise him into the tub, and he sits
down. I grab a towel and washcloth from the nearby cupboard. As I wash his
tight chest the water turns pink, and he flinches.
"Did I hurt you?" I ask.
"No. . .no. M. . .my. . .my. . .dad. . threw a b..broken b.. bottle at m. .
.me. He was acting all weird, and he smelled funny. I think he was drunk"
Explaining as best a distraught eleven year old can. I lower to his small and
cut penis, I scrub it lightly. A little moan comes from his sweet mouth,
holding back from doing more I move to his back. He stands so I may wash his
cute butt, it is only then I notice the fading scars.
"Josh, why. . .who. . .when?"I stutter.
"My dad, anytime I'm bad, even if I don't do anything, he hits me. . . and my
mom." Josh says. Bastard! How could he?!
"I swear that I will never let him touch you again." It is as I say this that
I notice he is crying. I rinse him off, and flush the wounds on his chest. In
take him from the tub, wrapped in the oversized towel. His face is still wet,
with his hair plastered to his forehead, I brush the few strands away and
kiss him. I pull him close to me, hugging him tightly. I dry his body, then
take out the gauze from the medicine cabinet, along with the tape. I patch up
his chest, thinking how horrible his father is.
"Grab a shirt from the drawers in my room. Meet me in the kitchen, okay?"I
ask.
"I'll be there in a minute."Josh responds.

I warm a can of soup on the stove, as he walks into the kitchen. He wears my
favourite Quiksilver shirt. I smile at Josh, and transfer the soup into a
large mug, and set it upon the table.
"Clam chowder?"Josh asks sarcastically.
"What? You don't like it?"I ask a little hurt.
"No, it's my favourite. How'd you know?"
"I didn't, lucky guess. But I have one thing to ask you, why me? Why did you
come to me of all the people on the block?"
"Because of the way you always look at me in the morning. You always smile at
me, and I just kinda trusted you. And, do you remember that day at the pool?
You like, saved me when I went too far out in the deep end?"

"That was you? Oh my god, I completely forgot."
            "Um, Scott, why did you kiss me?"
(Sigh) "Because, I . . I don't, I . . .can't tell you. It's complicated."
"C'mon, just tell me,  please?" He looks me in the eye, DAMN! Why did you
have to do that, baby? He could always get an answer out of me that way.
"I kissed you because I love you. I care about you, when you told me what
your father did, well, you can't imagine how mad I was."
"Oh, I. . ."
Josh begins to bawl, he runs to me and I take him into my arms.
"What? What did I say? I didn't mean to hurt you."
"No! It isn't that, I hate my dad and my mom doesn't really love me. I just
can't believe that you actually love me. I just never. . ."
"Listen.  You don't have to tell me any more tonight. I want you to be all
right.  I don't want anyone to hurt you anymore. Let's just go watch some
television."
"Actually, I'm kind of tired."
"Oh, do you want the couch, or my bed?"
"Wherever you are going to sleep. I want to sleep with you.  I feel safe with
you. I don't ever want to go back to my house!"
"We'll sleep in the living room. And I promise that I will do whatever I can
to help you."
"Thanks, Scott. I love you, too."

I carry my new little brother, or should I say lover, into the living room. I
turn out the lights, and meet him on the couch with a big heavy afghan. I lay
down first, and he curls up like a kitten in my lap. I throw the blanket over
us, and reach for the remote.
"Could you leave it on?  It helps me go to sleep?"Josh asks.
"Yeah, that's fine."I say.



I wake in the morning to the smell of bacon being cooked.  It is then that I
realize my hand lays lightly upon Josh's crotch. And that we have kicked off
the covers. Gently, I lift his body and place him back on the couch, then
cover him. I slowly walk to the kitchen, naturally finding my mom at the
range.
"G' morning. How was the ball?"I ask unenthusiastically, for I wanted to go.
"All right, nothing too special. Just lots of people, candles and roses."My
mom says, trying her hardest not to sound thrilled. "So, who is that little
boy you were holding?"
"His name's Josh. He came to the door last night, his dad was drunk and I
don't think he could stand it anymore. And plus, he was bleeding. Josh told
me that his dad threw a bottle at him. I was gonna go over later today to see
if his mom was okay. And to pick some clothes up for him to wear. I really
like him, mom." I explain.
"I can tell.  He's wearing your grey Quiksilver shirt. You won't even let me
touch it. Scott, you haven't done anything to or with him have you?"
"MOM! He's eleven c'mon. You don't think I'm just gonna go and do something
to him right off the bat, do you? I care about him more than that."
"I was just wondering. I know you, but not that well. Anyway, breakfast is
almost ready. Go wake up sleeping beauty."
"Haha. You think you're funny now don't ya?"

I peer over the couch, looking at his sweet little face. Thinking of how his
father could ever harm him. What's really on my mind is: How should I wake
him up? So many choices, a kiss? Pounce on him? Nah. Too small for me to do
that. Then, perfection! Tickling.
I pull back the afghan slowly, revealing his lightly muscular legs and
precious little toes. I go in for the kill, starting with the arch of his
foot, working my way up to the ball of his foot. He starts giggling softly,
working his way to a full on laugh. He then throws a pillow at me, I dodge
it.
"Hey, c'mon. Breakfast is ready. Oh, I want you to meet my mom, too." I say.
"What, did she see us sleeping together? What did she say?"Josh panics.
"Josh calm down," I pick him up, letting him wrap his legs around my waist,
and feeling a little something prodding at my navel. "Josh.  She doesn't
care. Just like I don't care about little Josh Junior poking my stomach."
He looks down and blushes. "Sorry, I didn't mean to."
"Look, like I said. I don't care. Now let's go eat."

I carry Josh into the kitchen, and set him down on the chair next to my usual
spot. I get the carafe of orange juice out of the fridge, taking a few swigs
from it before setting it on the table. My mom serves us then goes off to
take her shower.
"Listen Josh, today after we get showered I'm gonna go over to your house to
pick up some clothes for you, and to check on everything. Especially your
mom. Is there anything special you want me to pick up?"I ask.
"No, just grab some of my clothes please?"Josh asks.
"A sure thing."
We finish up our meals and I  head to the shower.

"The love we give away, is the only love we keep."~Elbert Hubbard


That's the end of chapter one. Please send all questions, comments and
suggestions to Jester628@aol.com. Sorry it's a little short, if reviews are
good, I will continue.

The Jester