A Safe Place By James
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Chapter 29
Bret
That Friday after Kevin left and after Caleb and Nathan went to the guest house, I sat reading then my phone rang. I picked it up and it was Derick calling to see if we could hang out that day and possibly for the weekend. I asked Bill and Maria if it was okay and after they said it was and after Derick checked with Amy, he called back and we set it up that I'd stay the weekend with him at the guest house behind Amy and Nathan's house.
After I was packed, Derick got to the house about 10 minutes later. After saying goodbye to Maria, Alicia and Bill, I got in the car with Derick and we drove off. We talked mainly about food since we were both hungry and breakfast for both of us had been almost four hours before.
"Would you like to eat at the house, or go out to eat?" Derick asked.
"Would you like to get something simple from some place and bring it back to the house?" I asked. "It would be more quieter and we wouldn't have to keep our voices down or anything like that."
"That sounds good," he replied. "It's my treat though if that's alright. I just want to do something nice for you since you agreed to visit me for the weekend."
"Okay," I said. "I'd like that. Thanks."
"You're welcome," he answered.
Once back at the house with our food, we sat at the kitchen table and ate in silence for a few minutes, then Derick broke the quiet.
"This is really nice," he said. "I know we talked on the phone last night when I was here by myself after leaving your house, but it's nice to see you in person."
"Definitely," I agreed.
We talked a little more about anything and everything, then after we finished our food, he got mine and his plates and threw them in the trash since they were paper plates and plastic cups. Once I stood, he moved in front of me and held out his hand. I took it and we went over to the couch and sat there with our arms around one another.
"So what did you want to do now?" he asked.
"I'm fine with just sitting here with you like this," I replied. "What about you?"
"The same for me," he answered and smiled at me, then eased my head down so that it was resting on his chest.
I knew I was falling for Derick and falling hard and fast. I sensed though, that he was holding back stuff and wondered if I could get him to talk about it so we could possibly be together at some point as more than friends.
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Derick
I was falling hard and fast for Bret, probably as much as he was for me, but I worried about if I could work past my demons enough so that I wouldn't fuck up for us, a chance to be together as more than friends. Since my being thrown in to "The Troubled Teen Industry", I struggled not only with drinking and other self-destructive thoughts, I was also afraid of letting anyone get close to me as a friend and it was even more apparent when I'd try to be close with guys as more than friends, but I wanted to fix that for Bret and I.
After this thought passed, Bret lifted his head and looked at me. He smiled, then grew serious.
"What are you thinking about?" he asked.
"Just being here with you and other stuff," I replied.
"Like what?" he asked.
Something in me told me just to tell him if not the whole story, then at least some of it.
I told him a little about the camp and then about my issues with drinking and my fear of intimacy. He listened, then hugged me.
"That must have been horrible for you," he said sadly as he held me.
"The most terrifying part was when they took me from my house that morning," I answered.
I told him about the two men who came and basically kidnapped me from my house and how my parents stood there and did nothing. I had no idea what was going on when I woke up at first and thought that we were all going to be hurt until they told me what was going on.
"They could do something like that!" Bret said shocked.
"Parents can pay big money for the schools or camps as well as for the escort services. It can be thousands of dollars and these bastards who kidnap the kids usually tell the parents not to tell the kid what's going to happen since they love to surprise the kids so much."
"That's fucking sick!" he said.
He wrapped me tighter in his arms and I felt my emotions let go.
"Sorry," I said as I began sobbing in to his shoulder. "I'''I'''I'''I guess I'm not as over this as I like to think."
"It's those mother fuckers who should be apologizing to you," he said. "You didn't do anything wrong. You didn't ask them to abuse you and your parents could have let you live with Amy if they truly didn't want to deal with the situation and given what's happened now, that probably would have been for the best rather than sending you to that place."
"Thanks for saying that," I said as he continued to hold me.
"No problem," he answered. "It's true though. Also, you have me and I'll never leave you."
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Bret
I helped him stand and we went to his bedroom he used and after lying down on the bed, I just held him as he let out his tears. I was thinking how angry and hurt for him I felt. He didn't deserve that , no one did. I wanted to protect him and to keep him safe and I hoped that my arms around him made him feel safe and warm. Finally after a few more minutes, he stopped crying and after drying his eyes on tissues I got for him from the bedside table, he lay back down and just relaxed in my arms.
"This is really nice," he said. "I feel so safe and warm. I don't remember feeling this safe and protected in a long time. You've made me really happy as well, just with listening and holding me like you have."
"I'm glad to do it," I said. "I'd do anything for you."
"Same here," he responded.
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Kevin
After a couple of hours, I awoke with Cody draped across me still asleep. I lay there just holding him and rubbing his back up and down. He felt wonderful in my arms and his hair as always, smelled amazing. I then felt him move, then he was awake and with his head up looking at me. I kissed his cheek and then kissed his forehead. He smiled, then leaned forward and kissed my cheek.
"Did you have a nice nap?" I asked as he got up and went in to the restroom.
"Yeah," he replied. "Did you?"
"Yeah, definitely," I replied.
After he urinated and flushed, he washed his hands and came back to bed. He lay down and I got up to relieve myself and after washing my own hands, I came back and reclaimed my side of the bed and Cody snuggled up to me once again. I wondered if he'd fall back to sleep, but he adjusted himself with his legs spread and I could see the tent in his boxers. I smiled and felt my own cock grow hard at the lovely boy lying next to me.
"I guess you're not tired now?" I asked and leaned down and lightly sucked on his left nipple.
"Oooo!" he moaned. "I'm awake now."
"Me too," I replied.
I sucked lightly on his other nipple, then I kissed him deeply on his lips and he enthusiastically returned the kiss and I got on top of him and we humped against one another and though our cocks were still covered by our boxers, it felt wonderful. We thrust against one another a couple more times, then Cody put his hands on my boxers and pulled. I lifted up and he got them off and I helped him off with his. I then lay myself back down on him and lined up our iron-hard erections so they could push against one another harder. We thrust against one another and I lifted myself up and pushed forward a little more with my hips so our balls could press and rub together. We moaned loudly with delight and lust, then I lay back down full--length on him and we held each other tightly as we continued our movements.
We were also kissing passionately and I felt myself getting closer to the edge. I thrust harder and faster and Cody did the same. He then broke the kiss and was moaning loudly and I gave voice to my own moans of pleasure and lust, then he held me tighter and slammed up against me and was coming.
"Oooo Kevvy!" he yelled and was blasting his thick and hot cream allover both of us.
I began coming myself and I yelled out his name and we came and came then after a couple more spirts from him, then from my own cock, it was over and we fell back down in one another's arms and I enjoyed the feel of our skin being stuck together by our cream. We lay there for a couple more moments and we shared a couple of warm kisses, then I separated from him to look at the mess. I moved on to my back and we fed each other our cum and then shared the last of it in a warm and deep kiss, then we just lay there holding one another and I leaned forward to kiss him softly.
"That was hot!" he said happily.
"Yeah, I feel the same way!" I replied.
"I love you so much Kevvy," he said then kissed my lips tenderly.
"I love you so much as well my sweet beautiful Cody," I replied. "You make my life and my world complete and I never want to be with anyone else but you. You're everything to me."
"You're everything to me too babe," he answered. "I see a lot of guys when I'm out with my mom or when I'm at school. They look great, but they don't have your wonderful looks and they're not as sweet and loving as you are. No one has been as sweet and kind to me as you've been Kevvy."
"You've been wonderful to me as well," I responded. "I love your sweetness and your kindness you show towards me. When I'm with you, I feel safe and happy. I feel more loved than I can say in words and I always want this to continue."
"Me too," he replied and we shared another kiss then fell asleep after I pulled the covers back over us.
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The cell was small and though it was far from being like the cell of a dungeon, it was slightly dark. Richie sat there thinking and he was especially thinking about what his attorney told him about five minutes ago before he left. His attorney said that he might be getting out for good behavior. Richie had always hoped he could get out and go back to his old life. He remembered how it all started, not just the time with Kevin Roberts, but all the way back to when he was 7 and his cousin Marc started touching and grabbing him between his legs. He told his parents, but they refused to believe him which made him sad, then angry.
He was conflicted about what Marc was doing to him, mainly with the touching. It scared and aroused him at the same time, but it mainly scared him when Marc would grab him too tight and would hurt his balls. He'd try to get Marc to ease up, but Marc told him every time that he'd do what he wanted. Finally, after Richie told his mom and dad for the fourth time what Marc was doing to him, they confronted him about it and Marc denied the accusations, but when he got Richie alone the next night when baby-sitting him, he told him that he'd kill him if he ever told anyone what happened. He also went in to horrifying detail about what he'd do to Richie if he told anyone which kept him quiet. Finally, when Richie turned 13 which was the point when puberty hit him and hard, Marc left the city and never spoke to him or to anyone in the family ever again. By this time though, Richie was attracted to young boys and girls, but mostly boys. He even liked boys his own age, but he mainly liked the younger ones. He thought though, that any boy would do, so long as he could do what he wanted with them and make them submit to his desires. He would make them do what he wanted and when he'd be forcing himself on them, he'd think of the anger he had against Marc and against his own parents for not stopping it. Then with the passing of his orgasm, would go the anger, but only for a little while. It would eventually come back and he'd find another child, but of course it stopped when Kevin told his parents and then the police, then he was put in prison.
"I won't be here for much longer if what my attorney said is true," Richie thought to himself.
After thinking this, he smiled and thought about himself now. So much had changed, he was taller, stronger and he was older now. He was 18 now and it seemed that with each passing year, he grew within his hate and anger towards his parents and towards Marc. He would find Marc once he got out, but that would come later. For now though, he would think about finding Kevin and he grew hard and aroused at the thoughts of what he was going to do to Kevin and to his family.
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Caleb
Monday morning of that up-coming week which closed out the most wonderful weekend of my life came upon us as a snowy day with cutting winds and vast amounts of snow. Nathan and I returned to my house and after I went to make sure all my Christmas gifts including his were hidden away, I went in to the kitchen and my dad told me that Nathan went in to Kevin's room to say hi for a moment, so I waited for him and enjoyed some hot tea.
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Nathan
I said hi to Kevin, but I was also making sure my gifts for Caleb were safe and from seeing eyes, and after talking a little more with Kevin, I went out of his room and I heard Caleb talking with Bill in the kitchen. I wheeled my way there and we talked and drank tea for a while until my mom came to get me.
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Caleb
While waiting for Amy to come and get Nathan, I held him in my arms as we lay on my bed. We were talking about how nice of a weekend it was and he was telling me that he wished that it didn't have to end. I agreed and we shared a few soft kisses in between talking. Finally though, we heard the knock at the door and after he got in his chair and I got behind him, we went in to the hall and in to the kitchen.
We said hi to his mom and after her and I exchanged hugs, Nathan and I exchanged a long hug and a warm kiss and whispered our love for one another so that only we could hear, then they left. I went back in my room and read for a bit, then fell asleep for a while. I missed Nathan, but in a couple of days, he'd be back for Christmas which made me deeply happy!
Later that night, Justin and I played a couple of computer games, then sat and talked for a little while. I was hoping he was doing well, given everything that had happened with his mom. A couple of days after she died and was prepared, we had a small service for her. Justin broke down through most of it and we all took turns holding him and he mostly stuck to me and seemed to gain comfort from my being there with him. Now though, he seemed to be happy, but at night when we'd say good night to him, I would notice a sadness about his character, but I waited and didn't push the issue. Fortunately, he was good at being direct and letting us know when something was bothering him. I just hoped that would continue, especially in to his teen years since those years were the most volatile in a kids life and depending on what sort of living situation they had, they could be at risk for internalizing things which never works out for the best; I should know.
After we finished the games and he got with me on my bed, I held him in my arms and he lay on his back with his arms wrapped around my arm which was across his stomach. He rested his head against my chest and I just held him like that and enjoyed the silence, then he spoke.
"Do you think my mom is up in Heaven?" he asked softly.
I didn't expect that and I had to think a minute on how to answer. I never really believed in a Heaven or a Hell. I had a belief in a sort of God, but it probably wouldn't be one that he would understand at such a young age. I felt his eyes on me and I knew deep down that he wouldn't accept a little-kid answer.
"I'd like to think she is," I replied.
"So you don't know if she is," he stated more than asked. "Do you believe in Heaven or Hell?"
I knew I had to give him an answer that was truthful, but that wouldn't confuse him.
"I know a lot of people believe in a place called Heaven and a place called Hell, but that idea has always been hard for me," I said. "If you've ever talked to seriously religious people and they talk about Heaven and Hell with almost scary tones of voice or when I have, I almost get the feeling that they themselves want to see a person they love go to Heaven or a person they hate go to Hell and be hurt forever. To me, it seems like even though they talk about God wanting a person to be rewarded or punished, that it's really they themselves who want to see it happen."
"Yeah, sometimes I've heard preachers on TV talk about Hell and it seems like even though they say that God says that all that's true, it's like they themselves want to send a good person to Heaven or a bad one to Hell," he responded. "You won't hurt my feelings if you tell me you don't believe she's in a better place or being punished."
I took a breath, then answered.
"I really don't know what happens when we die, I really don't," I said. "I'd like to think that we might go on to a better place after we pass on, but I don't know about that right now. As for God, I think there's someone or something that keeps us safe when we can hardly do it for ourselves, but I don't think there's a God with a huge bushy beard in the sky watching every move we make and writing it down in a book."
"I'm not sure I believe that either," he answered. "After I've gone through all that I have, I don't feel completely like a kid now."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"It's just that after all the years of living with my mom and with everything she did to me, and thinking about things now since I've been here with you guys, I just feel like something's missing now," he said. "Like I don't have that care-free feeling that I used to have. Sometimes in the morning when I'd wake up at my mom's house, I'd feel like anything was possible when I'd look out my window and see the sunny morning or the winter morning covered in snow, but it's different now. I feel safe with you guys, but I still feel like I have to wonder what's going to happen with everything and like I can't relax sometimes. I can relax for the most part, but lately I feel worried about stuff when I hadn't been before I left my mom's house."
"I'm sorry you've had to go through all of that and that you feel that way," I said hugging him closer and kissing his cheek. "You're safe here with us. I want to remind you of that and we're going to be here for you for always and you can live here with us for as long as you want."
"I'll remember that," he replied.
"Good," I said. I kissed his cheek again, then checked the time and saw that it was after 10:00 in the evening. Since it was Christmas Break, we were all allowed to stay up a little later on the week days, and so was Justin. "It's after 10:00, did you want to stay up a little longer like we've been letting you do?"
"I'm actually getting tired," he replied. "I'm probably going to get to bed now."
"Okay," I answered and after we both sat up, we hugged for a moment, then after I kissed him on the forehead and walked with him to his room and helped him in to bed and got the covers up over him, I stroked his hair for a few minutes and listened to his breathing slow in to the rhythm of sleep. I sat there for a few minutes longer, then I kissed his cheek again then after turning out the lights and closing the door, I returned to my room and got in bed and continued reading for a bit.
Eventually, my parents came in and we said good night to one another and I turned out the light as they closed my door and I turned on my stomach and was asleep in minutes.
Author's Notes
I figured I'd end it here and continue in the next chapter. In the next chapter, I'll continue with all story lines, including the one where Richie is concerned. So I hope you guys are having a good evening and I'll see you all in Chapter 30.