THIS STORY IS TOTALLY FICTITIOUS.
IT CONTAINS DESCRIPTIVE SEX BETWEEN TWO MEN.
IF THIS IS OFFENSIVE TO YOU GO ELSE WHERE.
IF IT IS ILLEGAL FOR YOU TO BE READING IT YOU SHOULDN'T BE
HERE TO BEGIN WITH, SO JUST GO AWAY.
OTHERWISE ENJOY IT. JWS
SOMEONE LIKE YOU Chapter7
by JWSmith
When he had lived with his father, Robert had a constant flow of young men, barely older than Bobby in his bed. He had never tried to hide what he was doing from his son. Bobby got to where he didn't leave his room in the morning until he knew the boy that his father had brought home the night before had gone. On the times that he had, Robert had always made of point of introducing him to his trick and telling him what a great fuck Bobby was, calling him his little boy pussy. The mental abuse was worse than the actual sexual abuse.
As Bobby thought about it he decided that he might have enjoyed the things his father had done to him if it hadn't been for the constant barrage of humiliation and verbal degradation. On the streets of Hollywood he had sex with other boys. He had enjoyed it. It had been warm, loving and intimate. With Robert there had never been any tenderness, or consideration of Bobby's feelings.
He wondered if these two men would be gentle and loving. Or would they be like his dad and just take what they wanted with no care about his feelings. No, Jim wouldn't be that way. He had gone through the same thing with Robert. He wouldn't treat someone else that way. And Nathan, he was always so gentle in talking to him. He couldn't imagine Nathan doing anything like his dad did.
Maybe he wouldn't have to run away from here. It made Bobby feel good to think that he might have a home where he felt safe and loved. He dozed off again as the traffic began to ease a little.
"Bobby, we're here. Hey, wake up, fellow."
Bobby woke up to see Jim unfastening his safety belt. He sat up and stretched. Nathan was already out of the car and removing Bobby's suitcase from the trunk. Bobby slid out and closed the door. He looked at the little house and thought to himself that it was going to be cramped with the three of them living there. He started to walk toward the door.
"This way, Bobby." He turned and saw Jim heading for the big two-story house next door. He veered towards Jim with Nathan following.
"Why did you park over there if you guys live over here?" He asked.
"Nathan lives over there. This is my house. And you'll be living with me."
"Oh, I thought you lived together."
"What made you think that?" Nathan asked.
Bobby ducked his head. "I wasn't asleep all the time in the car."
Jim stopped and turned. "I guess we need to have a talk and do some explaining, huh? Come on in and let's choose you a bedroom first."
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Bobby toured the four bedrooms available and chose the one on the Northwest corner of the house. Not only did it connect directly to a bathroom, it had windows on both the north and the west walls, making it bright and sunny. And it was the fartherest from Jim's. It coontained only an old double bed.
Jim helped him put his meager belongings away and invited him to join him in the kitchen for a cold soda.
"I'll be down in a minute, I've got to use the loo." Bobby said, making a joke about Jim's earlier use of English dialect.
"The what?"
"I need to go to the bathroom."
Jim gave him an exaggerated "OH!" as he caught on to the joke. "In this house it's called the pissoir." He said, laughing.
He grinned at him and left the room. Bobby sat on the edge of the double bed and gazed out the window. Being an only child he had always had his own bedroom, but never one this empty. 'Well,' he thought, 'it was better than staying in that crummy detention center and a whole lot better than with is dad. At least Jim understood where he was coming from, having been raped by Robert, too. Maybe things would work out here.'
He got up and washed his face with cold water and then went down to the kitchen. Jim was doing things with food at the counter. Bobby plopped down in a chair and watched him. He seemed quite proficient in what he was doing, for soon he opened the oven and slid a pan into it. He straightened up and noticed Bobby watching him.
"Oh, I didn't hear you come in. Would you like something cold to drink? I've got Cokes, lemonade or orange juice."
"Lemonade."
"Ah, you'll like this. Nathan made it yesterday evening. He grows his own lemons." He filled a glass, added ice and then handed it to Bobby. "We're having Baked Chicken Paprika for dinner. Nathan is going to join us. We'll eat here in the kitchen. Would you like to set the table while I make the rest of dinner? The dishes and utensils are in those cabinets and drawers."
Bobby watched Jim as he set the table. "My being here makes you nervous, doesn't it?"
Jim spun around. "Why would you say that?"
"When you didn't know I was here you were really getting things done.
Now you're looking like your trying to do ten things at one time."
Jim stopped and considered. "You're really observant. Yeah, I guess I am kind of uptight." He put down the spoon he had in his right hand and picked up the peeler and started removing the peel from the potato he had been carrying in his left.
"I've never had to be responsible for someone else before. Of course when Ted was alive I was sort of responsible to him--- not for him though." He added as an after thought. "He was a grown man. You know what I mean?"
"Who was Ted?"
"Ted? He was my life partner."
Bobby thought a minute. "You mean your lover?"
"Yes, more than that though. We shared our lives--- together."
" What did he look like?"
Jim turned from his potato peeling and looked at Bobby. He hesitated knowing this conversation was going to get complicated. Noticing Jim's hesitation Bobby stopped placing the silverware, and looked at him.
"He looked just like Nathan. Ted was his twin brother."
Bobby grinned. "So Nathan is taking sloppy seconds?"
"That's crude and rude. Where'd you pickup an expression like that?"
"On the streets." Bobby ducked his head to hide the tears of shame and frustration. Jim saw the tears, dropped the peeler and walked over to Bobby.
"I'm sorry, Jim. I didn't mean to insult you. It just popped out." He was expecting to at least be reprimanded. His father would have probably slapped him for such insolence.
Jim wrapped the boy in a hug. Holding his head to his chest. "It's okay, Bobby. I wasn't offended. Shocked, but not offended." He rubbed his other hand up and down the boy's back.
"You're not mad at me?"
"Why would I be mad? You're family, Bobby, I love you. And maybe even closer family than my brothers and sisters. Hell, they don't even talk to me."
"Why not? Why won't they talk to you?"
"They've been taught that homosexuality is wrong. They're Baptists.
They believe I chose to be gay."
"Did you?"
"Did I what? Choose to be Gay? No more than you chose to be abused by your father."
"Oh." Bobby pulled away and sat in a chair, staring out the window. Jim stood there with the potato peeler in his hand and watched Bobby for several seconds before going back to the kitchen sink to finish preparing the potatoes. Silence reigned for several minutes.
"Jim, can I ask you something?" Bobby stared out the window as he spoke.
"Sure, Bobby, never hesitate to ask a question. I'll try to answer as best I can, that is, if it's not too personal."
"This isn't about you. It's about me." He continued staring out the window.
Jim stopped what he was doing and turned to look at Bobby. His heart ached for the kid, sitting there looking so forlorn. Finally, Bobby spoke.
"Do you think I might be gay?" He asked.
Jim thought a minute about how to answer that. He answered with a question.
"Do you think you are?"
"I don't know. I don't want to be."
"I don't think anyone in their right mind would want to be gay."
"Some of the guys I met when I ran away like being screwed. I hated it when Robert would do it to me. So does that mean I'm not?"
"Bobby, hating what your dad did to you is no indicator. Anybody, straight or gay would hate being forced to do that."
"So---how can I tell?"
"Well, what do you think about when you masturbate?"
Bobby turned red, as he looked incredulous.
"I don't mean to embarrass you, Bobby. Every healthy man does it. I remember being fifteen. I had a woody all the time. Every time I'd think about a man or a good-looking boy I'd get hard. That's how I knew I was gay."
"I see. So I don't need to worry about being gay?"
"Not if it's girls who turn you on."
"Cool." He said looking back out the window. He had a little smile on his face. Jim thought of him as a man, that was so neat. Jim quietly went back to his task in preparing dinner.
Nathan came in the back door with out knocking. Jim had his back to the door and didn't hear him enter. Bobby wasn't in view where he was sitting looking out the bay window in the breakfast nook. He heard the door close; he turned and saw Nathan. He started to speak, but stopped when he saw him step up behind Jim and wrap his arms around him. Jim jumped.
"Damn, Nathe, why don't you try making my heart stop."
"Did I scare you, Babe?" He asked, kissing Jim on his neck. Jim laid his head back onto Nathan's chest and pressed against him.
"Like you weren't trying to?"
Bobby watched, as Jim turned in Nathan's arms and locked his lips to Nathan's.
"The bedrooms are upstairs, guys. I guess that answers myquestion."
Nathan let go of Jim in surprised shock. He was a dark red from embarrassment. Jim turned frowning at Nathan.
"I didn't quite answer his question awhile ago." He said to him, and then to Bobby. "Yes, to answer your crude rude question, we're working toward that goal."
"So now that You have legal custody of me---" He stopped as tears welled in his eyes.
Nathan moved around beside the boy. He put a comforting arm around his shoulded. He felt Bobby cringe.
"It's okay, Bobby. What is it you're wanting to know?"
"You're not going to--to do the things that Robert did to me, are you?"
"Bobby, we would never touch you sexually. We'd never force ourselves on you"
"How do I know that?" Bobby swivelled around and folded his arms on his chest looking belligerent and angry. Jim moved to stand next to Nathan.
"You are just going to have to trust us until you believe us." Nathan said. "Not all men are like Robert. Actually there are very few men like him. I don't think he is gay, he may be bisexual, but he's definitely a pedophile. He likes young boys, not men. Boys do not turn me on. Not even young men. I like mature men, like Jim."
"Gee, you make me sound so old. Jim said slapping the back of Nathan's head. " But seriously, Bobby, I'm the same way. A man has to be at least thirty for me to be the least bit interested in him." Jim said.
"What makes you think I'm that old?" Nathan aped at Jim, acting indignant and hurt.
Jim laughed. "Hey, I was married to your twin. Remember?"
"Oh, yeah. I forgot." He leaned his head back grinning up at Jim. Jim bent down and kissed him on the forehead. Bobby forgot himself for a moment and giggled at their antics. Nathan smiled and winked at him. Bobby winked back.
'Maybe things will work out here.' He thought to himself.
[I know I'm only feeding you tidbits with these short chapters, but I do have a life away from the computer, a loving partner, a job, family and friends. They all take up much of my time. I also have another story in process (From Out of Nowhere) that I had started posting before I decided to fill your request to continue with Nathan and Jim. So bear with me, and we will get there.]
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